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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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Let rays from her Hand

A kimo sequence

She dreamt, clothing would content? Oft till the new so through a mimic the sword! Let rays from her Hand?

Till love neurosis a posy of nose: be my life’s iron chain’d to pray; who wear. Come to me.

What I hope she hundred young Lochinvar. Or rather time where you could be quiet luxury.

A well-known in uniform. Fair czarina’s autocratic create, thought. His Highness of wit.

—Oh Shame in ten? And revels, reader! Throughout and she’d said, this; for it had return! Bulletin.

If stars from all the voice come to save the tow’ry fence of Dudu, who fain outrun her. Her pause.

Whoever hearts an hour before might fall, or proclaim, till what was a crimson shore! Fill the worse.

And other of art—have buildings in the long woo’d them and round undistinguish. A belt a growth.

If I have more. The integrity of better dear oration, could rather through joys are kind!

He was he courts, was wrought me to threaten’d and veneration. Joy so pure golden butterflies.

Continue. And in the smoke, felt close the old bygones by the wind’s eye and that’s favour this plea.

They mean, thought by his job.—Tis but vow their age: for after than there’s a serpent’s genial vaine.

Why so much better twenty-nine do out of the siren! They glide, their efforts should so mine eyes!

But vulnerable verse like her, I’m with all that’s step, he called Rescue Inc. Ascribe, unless plan?

Becomes at spring; and arm’d with all the silent than are borne? Would his garden in this—the bliss.

Thoughtful things from Nubia brought to hiccup’d, Our old man’s space and her heart so gentler dress. Perceived.

If single scorn to laugh at a flower, especially some no more the same. She was stronger?

The heroines, and wonder endymion awoke, the starting-post. When the Night; o, for some back.

But many a benison. There’—for who wish is quiver is committed too much as the pails.

Yet incess and empty corridors which outweighs the pearl, and for that to my pure blood her years.

Else men who servent. He does not all the best barouched so forth, when his anger of the same.

The light, their tawny brushed than the sun and arrows, which to each! To Lady would shall with apple.

Past his firmness—know your side outgush’d, in control. From a rugged rynde, and most trying, and will be.

A vein had dreamed them—whose from room corner me again went noiseless virgin’s blossom to roam.

Each under the morning’s eye. Hides, he hath been raised at the sang in a silver bounds, from his pall.

For Fortune’s shadowing went to Germany, about themselves dead. Dream, we saw him spread with truth.

Shine, command of time could he not answer. Could tell you, or ambition, which to myself converse.

So they say so Bryant spirits as lilies’ shade, not the delicious. Were some the other’s hats.

With every body marred. Some people of immortal in any way be sent, etc.

For a mask. The night, but Turkish forc’d him a large black hair damp from purblind but vulnerable.

Our friend Hortensius. As may service without superb to show the glistering in their broadside.

Alone can scarce lose; yet as the meadow- land, than he, proscribe,—that is it? Away, the where his!

I will no more, that I shall know the next swath and purblind and the tumult fell in vain the late.

And so good companions of sight moon shiny blacker than young Lochinvar. Then didst thus of wit.

Is nothing like asp with what higher. Hang: but when spray, a court, or sink, and Hoigh for, by my soul.

I dreadful dawn wound her wrists like knots. For some gentle selves become in nets, dreading course of sway.

You please: a life my life’s work they were was given here I could pipe of man. As one by one here!

Which their luckiest sinner? From him: You wilt steal me a plague brig—Corpo di Caio Mario!

She ships, touch thing here, excuse! I think exists in forests, i, that I may. No thou art forest!

Heart. Tis time me peaches. Is as a fossile made a wild orders to be e’er was as mine?

Of thine image in motion. Of the Sculptor’s face by hope to show a fair beseem’d with thou now.

But the right. The commission the summit of strife arose in your conqueror William did reare.

I coof cam in winding children. My hear the more adapted to display’d that forsaken die?

There was power. And poesy. So kiss. By Swift, mad, and I am gone to the yards of ocean?

And silence what we love no more or lees to where her to the monstrous god rimmed cloud: for ever?

Rise and Lion—let none struggle, that gentle pair! The region; now tis pity love: too long wave?

To the tide, so that lover! All pall they camel’s hump, beside and stony sleep so sore, hey ho!

Like others black—o! He took it only bitches, which youth asleep: vainly ran my heart aflame.

With accents hackney on her, nightlier moved and beauty stood the murmured Ida. In truth, O Love!

Or, falling pain.—Cruel god, and wave: and made them, lay dormant alkali, although young Lochinvar.

But, when the Laocoon’s above all open- mouthed, she progress of mind? To me more is not amiss.

Bud-packed to reasonable, plate as warriors, unless than hath nypt my meed. Wilderness now, for thee.

For catch the sky. I there; ascends the pleased what her hung up the Hall to tears re-sighing,—weaning.

Human, with curse, and lang; she music: ’ and Boats, ’ and Boats, ’ and t is silver, form’d him, force me on.

Last Love, I only which kept in a breach? Dearer to dance, chattels, mincers of the desert sky?

The March of ages evening, we will exact, and Hortensius. Weep for dearest bands untwining?

Her I lost bright, his the wife, he stones dead religion, Mrs. And harlotry maid, forgot em.

When Nero perish intrude, and sadly? Though the unshapeliest, chaste of shame, who have delight?

Comes our future came all enjoying hair when all while the tumults, but found her child to his sight?

Ere tyrants in his halls the rock the way of getting auburn wave to like. Floats scumlike each sense.

An epitaphs our gown. The heaven so that is leaguer’d by black eyes are drawest thankfully.

But as their nuptial room, imprison,—but it was now, I there’s note! And twice a day they slept.

So bereft, there for either statues. My sight clothed a squabble; but woman wed, and what Fame has.

Even ashes of salt estarnging hand and rich the none, and guilt! Lucus a noble, flung it.

We didn’t expenses. From North. The Don, Balgounie’s brows over. Last Love, I am sure victories.

Not die.—How some to loves himself mighty ones who knew that all the same type of Terror was left.

Slaughter—had no need of province or awe, who much, earthly goods are no more. The verge of this life?

Of any sage’s crest, as he spot, and mode in which still the heaven. Holds my sweet with a Swan.

Drinks themselves for ever feet; with no long. From off the canker to the braes o’ Ballochmyle.

This canvas close besides what the ensuing sea. Do Well, the figurehead with the Harvest Home.

Be one with feminine dominion: now delay, young Lochinvar? That he wage a roughness dole.

And all the past, therewith Haidee’s know what sweet Arethusa. Hoping lies—This Story now.

Where were those which the chosen fountain might seem some vexation; for dear life! For thy smoothest Sleep!

Upon these sodain rysing of them, as rotted, ere them. I long tresses it in things, all sung.

Died the sounds in timely deemed pale as plains. Nor leave my winds, and lo, wonders by a familiar.

Yet still we would I painters for nuts at last, with the Sultan has’t by kind. I trusts him, and rill.

And breast. And that nought soft kind of break your flies, and round, and build to his necessity. We thing.

This even lookin’ to meet heresy, such less resolved to pot. With eyes that inspired plains.

The golden Apollonian elegance, with mealy sweet Highland Mary. Would Chloe knows!

This is the Jews from being: now, the moor. So bold, along traveller, in song, a handsome like.

To watch him here seen to a silent spring. Who was strangers in thy house nor me not with thee.

With mews. Which, when there heo on me sigh d for fool and me for the pillow, the chaffe forms of light?

In earth has got to be hove doth good old gentleman’s oppression, the bird their husband. The swan.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #158 texts #kimo sequence

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lovesick-level-up · 2 years ago

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Korekiyo Shinguji + Mizuki Akiyama Flower Moodboard

anon requested: Hi! Kind of a weird request, but we're fictives in a QPR outside of source and we like being cheesy. Can we have a flower moodboard for Korekiyo (DR) and Mizuki (proseka)?

feel free to use with credit! like or reblog if you save!

flowers have multiple meanings, but we picked these for these:

apple blossom (better things to come, good fortune)

black bryoyt (be my support)

white camellia (you're adorable, loveliness)

gladiolus (sincerity, strength of character)

viscaria (will you dance with me?)

#danganronpa #project sekai #drv3 #project sekai colorful stage #danganronpa edit #project sekai edit #mizuki akiyama #korekiyo shinguji #flower moodboard #moodboard #moodboard edit #edit #fandom edit #edit blog #flower meanings #[our edits]#[narrator -📖☕♟️]

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dxppercxdxver · 2 years ago

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and now for something completely different!! (it is once again that collaboration with @chiropteracupola)

you already know i love you

A crisp spring breeze crested over the hilltop near Teufort Manor, ruffling grasses and skirts alike with warmth and the promise of better things to come. It was saturated with sweet lavender and the tang of onion grass, and Filomena took a deep, soothing breath, letting the dawning season blossom in her lungs, before another explosion rocked the bucolic meadow.

“Do you suppose they’ll hurt themselves?” she murmured, licking her finger to turn over a page in her book, some dense medical volume in Ansel’s native German filled with extensive diagrams and footnotes she could barely follow. Beneath her, Ansel shifted, peering across the clearing. Far off in the distance, Jeremiah and Mikhail were continuing their jovial pyrotechnics; chain-shot whistled and cracked against pine bark, rippling out on the wind, whooping and guttural laughter nipping at the echo’s heels.

“Oh,” Ansel said, adjusting his glasses as he peered over Filomena’s shoulder, “almost certainly.”

Filomena snorted, knocking her head against Ansel’s temple.

The two of them were curled up underneath a sprawling oak whose roots gnarled and twisted into shapes almost resembling waves. Its whorls provided a comfortable place to lie down with a friend and a good book, both of which Filomena was fortunate enough to have to hand. Of course, Ansel bore the brunt of the wooden seating, as she was quite neatly slotted into his lap, but he was hardly complaining, and the good doctor made more than adequate a cushion for such an occasion. Beside them sat two glasses of cider newly dredged up from the mansion’s cellar, sweating in the sun. The scent of apples was barely noticeable over the milieu of wildflowers and the cool water of the nearby river, but its company was not to be ignored.

Cocking her head away from the deafening blast of cannonfire once more, Filomena laughed. “Are we at all obligated to stop this?”

“Not at all, Liebling.” Ansel smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I have every faith they will remain in one piece.” Pausing, he pursed his lips, fighting off the grin pulling at his cheeks. “More or less.”

“Of course.”

Shaking her head with an incurable fondness, Filomena tapped her thumb against Ansel’s knuckles, rough and cracked from years of equal parts caustic chemicals and dirty fighting, before feeling for the twin bands that encircled his middle finger. They sparkled in the afternoon light, new gold as yet untarnished by neither time nor bitterness. While Filomena’s own ring was nothing to sneeze at, all delicate etching imbued with adoration, she admired the interlocking pieces of Ansel’s jewelry. Daniel had made them, so of course they were lovely as they were unconventional.

Her reverie was broken shortly after by the loudest blast yet, punctuated by the splintering of wood and a triumphant holler. When she looked up, Jeremiah was beaming, gesturing to a swath of leveled trees with flailing arms and calling out to her.

“Mina! Mina, didja see that?”

“Yes, darling, I did!” Filomena cried, waving from her spot seated atop Jeremiah’s husband. “It was spectacular!”

“Hallelujah!” Pumping his fist, Jeremiah ran to Mikhail, who was lumbering toward the makeshift camp under the tree. He leapt up into the gunner’s waiting embrace, whooping as he went.

“Hey, Micky, she saw! She saw!”

Mikhail rolled his eyes, but nevertheless swept Jeremiah into an expansive twirl so that his legs flung out in all directions and he looked as though he could take flight with glee. When he touched ground again, Jeremiah nudged Mikhail’s elbow. “D’ya think the Doc was watchin’?”

A rumbling guffaw tore itself from Mikhail’s throat, bounding around the clearing. He ruffled Jeremiah’s hair with a hand wrought from iron, and Jeremiah shouldered him in return.

“What’re you laughin’ at?”

“You are…” Mikhail seemed to consider his words as they drew closer. “Cute. I see why Doktor likes you.”

“Hey! I ain’t cute! Mina, tell ‘im I ain’t cute!”

“Well, I’m afraid I have some bad news,” Filomena grinned, gently closing her book around her finger.

“Agh! Betrayed!” Drawing a hand to his forehead, Jeremiah sprawled across Filomena’s lap, face contorted in mock agony. “By my own wife, no less!”

“I’m sure you’ll live.” Bending down, Filomena pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Immediately, Jeremiah sprung back to life, sitting upright.

“It’s a miracle! I’m cured!”

“A veritable scientific anomaly,” Ansel agreed with a wink, reaching for Jeremiah’s hand and twining their fingers together. “One I will be sure to study at great length.”

“Aw, you flirt.” Succumbing to giggles moments later, Jeremiah tugged Ansel through a gap under Filomena’s arm for a clumsy, beaming kiss. She cast her eyes over to Mikhail, who was settling in beside the three of them, and found herself stifling ungainly chortles as he examined her plight, tangled between her husband and her husband’s husband. Reaching out, Filomena gripped Mikhail’s shoulder like a lifeline.

“Jeremiah, dear,” Filomena choked out through suppressed laughter, “while you know I love you very much, I am also— rather struggling to breathe.”

“Oh, shit.” Scrambling backward—very nearly clipping her nose with his head—Jeremiah disentangled himself from under Filomena’s arm until he was straddling her lap, hands laced behind her neck. “Hi.”

“Hello.” Smiling, Filomena twined her fingers through Jeremiah’s hair, admiring the smattering of freckles splashed across the bridge of his nose. His blue eyes shimmered green with the foliage around them, and flaxen hair shone like spun gold.

“You are beautiful,” Filomena said before the rest of her mind caught up, but when it did, she found she still meant it. Ducking his head, Jeremiah’s cheeks flushed, and he reached for her glass of cider.

“Says you,” he mumbled.

“I do.”

Taking a long swig, Jeremiah eventually replaced the empty glass and laid his hands on Filomena’s cheeks.

“Love you, Mina.”

Jeremiah leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, breath fogging against her spectacles. She wanted to tell him she loved him too, but the gentle silence that enveloped them felt too precious to interrupt, and so she simply hoped he knew what she meant, what she would always mean.

Sighing, Filomena began to recline against Ansel’s chest again, before he raised a hand in protest.

“Ey! Save some for the rest of us!”

“Sorry,” Filomena chuckled, shimmying to the side until there was no interruption between Ansel and Jeremiah. Her book had long fallen by the wayside, and she scooped it up as she nestled herself between Ansel and Mikhail, dodging Jeremiah’s stray boot.

“Nice, isn’t it?” she whispered, more to the wind than anyone in particular, watching Jeremiah fiddle with Ansel’s tie, dot kisses along his jaw.

“Да,” came a soft whisper from behind her. When she turned, Mikhail was looking down at the scene before them, expression infectiously serene. “Is nice.”

“Misha, are you talking about us?” Ansel called, muffled under Jeremiah’s bear hug.

Mikhail’s amusement reverberated outward from deep in his stomach, rippling through Filomena and dragging her along with his levity. “Only good things, Doktor.”

“I should hope so, mein Schatz!” Although Ansel clearly meant to say more, Jeremiah pulled him into a crushing hug and abruptly cut him off, the both of them cradled in light and warmth. Filomena kicked her heel into Jeremiah’s thigh.

“Let the poor man recover, darling!” she exclaimed, guiding him back into her lap. “I do apologize for my husband’s despicable behavior, Mr. Ludwig.”

“And I, mine, Mrs. Thornton,” Ansel returned, kissing her cheek. “Really, Vogel, you ought to know better.”

“You two are insufferable.” Groaning, Jeremiah flipped over, positioning himself across the row of thighs that formed a convenient mattress. “Why did I ever marry you?”

“Hmmm, because you love us?” Filomena said, tapping his nose.

Ansel chimed in with a raised finger. “And because you are a man of miserable tastes!”

“Ah, yeah, that’s gotta be it.”

Soft grin spreading across his face, Jeremiah let his eyes flutter closed, resting his hands across his stomach, and a pleasant quiet began to settle around them, guided on the maple seeds fluttering to the ground. The hopefulness of springtime was practically infectious, with the four of them together like this.

Inhaling long and slow, Filomena tucked her head into Ansel’s ribs, and he draped his arm over her shoulders, slender fingers finding purchase in the brocade of Mikhail’s coat. If she was not mistaken, Jeremiah was already drifting off, heart slowing to a crawl against her legs. Mikhail’s steady breaths worked to lull them all into a timeless, dreamlike state, where the world seemed to turn at a snail’s pace around them.

“I adore you,” Filomena mumbled, uncertain as to whether or not her loves had heard her. Not that it mattered, of course, but then Ansel’s “Süße Träume,” and Mikhail’s, “Спокойной ночи,” and last of all, Jeremiah’s, “Love ya,” reached her ears, and her chest all but glowed with the vibrancy within.

The distant chirp of birds lulled her into a gentle sleep.

#dialogue heavy fic? in My writing? it's. honestly about as likely as you think this is a rarity #also!! here's to basically Straight Fluff again #idk what to do with myself they're not even In A Situation #they're just being lovely and kind and wonderful to one another <3 #and they're in love!! sort of!!!#to clarify in case what's happening in em's and my brains isn't clear to the outside world:#the dynamic is mikhail/ansel -> ansel/jeremiah -> jeremiah/filomena #filomena and ansel are not Together they are just extraordinarily physically affectionate #but yeah.... they're having a nice day......#once again i have put Seasons into my writing but y'know. fucka you #anyway. i am going to combust and explode upon the floor now #radio free junebug #flintlock fortress #team fortress 2 #the scout: jeremiah thornton #the heavy: mikhail andronikov #the medic: ansel ludwig #the enforcer: filomena pauling #yeah..... Yeah......#oh and title is froooooom. someone else's song by wilco #captain's logbook

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scriptflorist · 4 years ago

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Hi! I’m writing a short story where flowers are a big reoccurring motif. So, I was thinking I should be a bit more thoughtful about what flowers I use. I need some advice on flowers that would be suitable to give to a performer (ballerina if you want to be more specific). Basically need to signify perfection, beauty, high-esteem, etc.

Thanks for the help!

Well, technically your character could receive a variety of flowers. There is nothing unique just for performers, it all depends on the person gifting them, as well as the one receiving them and then how much money the bouquet is supposed to cost. Or whether the ballerina in your story is supposed to receive several single flowers instead, or perhaps a floral foam arrangement? The possibilities are not quite as restricted as it’s generally believed. The flowers that are gifted are supposed to something the other character would like to gift or considers suitable for the occasion (at this point the florist generally does help), maybe they’re the ballerina’s favourite colour? Or maybe they have a favourite flower to begin with? Or it could depend on whether the bouquet is supposed to represent their own character or the one the represented on-stage? Maybe it should match their outfit?

That of course hardly narrows it down, so let’s find some meanings for your story.

acacia (rose) – elegance, friendship

acacia (white) -- elegance

alyssum – worth beyond beauty

amaryllis – splendid beauty, pride, haughtiness, timidity

apple blossom – fame speaks you great and good, good fortune, better things to come, preference

birch tree – gracefulness

camellia – perfection, admiration, good luck gift for a man, gratitude, modest merit, my destiny is in your hands

camellia (white) – perfected loveliness, adoration, perfection

cereus (night-blooming) – transient beauty

cowslip (american) – divine beauty, you are my angel, you are my divinity

dahlia – elegance and dignity, for ever thine, novelty, my gratitude exceeds my care, instability, dignity

daisy – beauty and innocence, innocence, loyal love, I’ll never tell, purity

daisy (particoloured) – beauty

diosma – your simple elegance charms me

gillyflower – lasting beauty, enduring beauty, bonds of affection

glory flower – glorious beauty

hibiscus – delicate beauty, beauty is vain, consumed by love

hyacinth (white) – beauty, unobtrusive loveliness

jasmine (yellow) – grace and elegance, elegance, grace, modesty

justiciar – the perfection of female loveliness

laurel – virtue is true beauty, glory and success, glory, treachery

lilac – beauty, pride, first emotion of love

lily (calla) – magnificent beauty, beauty, feminine modesty

locust tree – elegance, vicissitude

mallow – delicate beauty, sweetness, sweet disposition, beneficence, mildness

mallow (venetian) – delicate beauty

mignonette – your qualities surpass your charms/loveliness, moral and intellectual beauty, “without pretension to beauty, possesses qualities which command profound respect and affection”

ophrys (spider) – skill, dexterity

orchid – beauty, refined beauty, a belle, refinement, love, thoughtfulness

orchid (cateleya) – mature charm

peach – your qualities surpass your charms unequalled

pineapple – you are perfect, perfection

pomegranate flower – elegance, mature and finished elegance, mature elegance

poppy (corn) – ephemeral charms, consolation

potentilla – I claim at least your esteem

ranunculus – you are radiant with charms, I am dazzled by your charms, your charms are resplendent

rose – beauty, love

rose (acacia) – elegance

rose (china) – beauty ever new, beauty always new

rose (hibiscus) – beauty, delicate

rose (hundred-leaved) – grace, pride

rose (multiflora) – grace, many charms

rose (musk, cluster) – charming

rose (pale pink) – grace, joy

rose (pink) – grace, grace & sweetness, perfect happiness, secret love, indecision

rose (red) – beauty, beauty and love, I love you, love, respect

rosebud – beauty & youth, a heart innocent of love, girl, young girl

rue – grace or purification, disdain

sage – esteem, domestic virtue, good health and long life, wisdom, great respect

spider ophyrs – skill, adroitness

spiderwort – I esteem but do not love you, esteem not love, transient happiness

stock – lasting beauty, you will always be beautiful to me, bonds of affection, promptness,

strawberry – perfection, perfect excellence, goodness, perfect goodness

strawberry tree – esteem and love, esteem not love, perseverance

sweet flag – grace, fitness

trumpet flower – fame, separation

trumpet vine – fame

tulip – fame, perfect lover, (a) declaration of love, beautiful eyes

wallflower – lasting beauty, faithfulness in adversity, fidelity, fidelity in adversity/misfortune, faithfulness in adversity/misfortune

– Mod Jana

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

#flower language #writing advice #victorian flower language #beauty #esteem #perfection #ask answered #mod jana

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nejibaby · 4 years ago

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Afterglow

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Y/N

Summary: Without Ace, your nights are back to being long, dark, and empty. But when you finally reunite, Ace refuses to just be your Daylight.

Daylight - Part 1 | Afterglow - Part 2

Word Count: 4.3k (my hands slipped, I’m so sorry)

Loosely based on: Taylor Swift’s Lover album (but mostly about the songs Daylight and Afterglow)

A/N: I really think Whitebeard is a great father, yk? So I see him as someone who you can always seek and rely on. He looks tough (and he’s actually tough), but he’s soft too! And Ace too, in that respect is similar to WB. I really believe he’ll be such a good boyfriend 🥺 Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this so much! Thank you to everyone who read this, I love yall 🥰

Sailing by yourself in a boat for one reminds you how vast the sea actually is. With the rowdy Whitebeard pirates, sometimes the sea, no, the world, seems a lot smaller, a lot more manageable, but alone, it feels so massive it’s almost frightening.

It’s easy to get lost, except there’s no such concept like that for someone like you who doesn’t have a destination to go to in mind. Quite simply, you’re wandering, but not lost.

You drift from one island to another. Your initial intention is to get as far away as possible from the crew. Now that that’s achieved, you’re unsure of what to do next.

You allow yourself to observe and to experience some sort of normalcy at the islands you dock at. It’s a good thing that you don’t really stand out so no one suspects you’re a wanted pirate.

Walking down the streets of random towns, you’re reminded of how lonely being a Celestial Dragon was. No one wants to interact with a World Noble, afraid of the consequences if they’re angered. Things changed drastically when you became a pirate though. People don’t shy away that much with pirates in certain places. They interact with you, albeit hesitantly sometimes. Nevertheless, you felt so free and happy.

Now, you’re still a pirate, as marked by Whitebeard’s infamous tattoo. But with the unsuspecting townspeople and the lack of the presence of a crew, you don’t feel like one. Somehow it makes you feel empty.

The void is immeasurable. Despite it being unbounded, you’re sure that a single person can fill that emptiness: Portgas D. Ace.

But there are oceans separating you from Ace— a distance that you put. With the space between you, there’s silence in your voyage, however, it’s quite mystifying how every island you reach seems to scream his name.

There’s an island where you’ve docked at that’s snowing all year long. It brought back memories of when you were fairly new to the Whitebeard Pirates and had landed on a similar island. Back then you’ve worn a coat as you disembarked Moby Dick, however, the cold continued to seep through your layers of clothing. You couldn’t handle extreme temperatures that well but you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it so you continued to walk alongside the crew to scout the area. The thing was you may have been terrible at hiding it because Ace noticed the way your body was shivering and your teeth chattering. You were only acquaintances back then but he went to your side and striked a conversation with you. You didn’t understand why you became comfortable when he approached you all of a sudden, but then later that night you realized that he used his devil fruit abilities to warm you up.

At one island with a bustling town, there’s this restaurant that serves a variety of meat. You’re reminded of Ace and his bottomless pit of a stomach, and of his narcoleptic episodes while eating. He has a tendency of eating and then running, and the first few times he did it with you had you reeling. When you’ve finally realized that he’s never going to change, you start to keep a pouch of gold coins with you, reserved for paying for the food he eats. You leave it on the table just as Ace pulls you to run, and he has no idea about it. Owners or servers at the restaurants would still follow you out, but not to berate the both of you for not paying but to return the extra gold coins because you pay too much. Like usual though, Ace pretends not to hear them and they never got to catch up with you and Ace.

On another island, there’s a huge wild boar thrice the size of a human. It reminded you of the time you got so excited to explore an island that you speedily ran towards the forest alone, only to be met by a wild boar. The size of the boar stunned you and its glare kept you frozen in fear. A loud scream escaped your lips when it lunged at you, except the impact never came. When you’ve gathered your bearings, the wild boar was dead and… cooked, courtesy of Ace’s devil fruit abilities. He saved you, but he played it off as if he had his eyes on the wild boar since the beginning “to hunt it down.”

The current island you’re at is in famine. As soon as you docked at their port, a group of men has drawn their swords at you. For a moment, you thought they were bounty hunters so you grabbed your daggers and took a defensive stance. However, from the way they keep looking back and forth to you and your boat, and from hearing the faint sound of their stomach grumbling, you can tell they aren’t. Behind some trees, you can see the heads of some children peeking with worried yet hopeful looks on their faces.

Slowly, you raise your hands up in surrender, dropping your daggers in the process. You can’t turn your back on them — figuratively and literally — so you walk backwards towards your boat. The men look at you curiously but they don’t ever lower their swords.

In a quick motion, you grab a bag containing all of your food supply and throw it at them. One of the men catches it. “You can have them. It isn’t much, but that’s all I have.”

The man who was able to catch the bag carefully opens it and sees food. He almost cries at the sight of it. The rest of the men lowers the sword after you offer no sign of aggression. They start calling the other citizens of the area afterwards.

The children are the first to come running towards the men — all of them conveying excitement. You couldn’t tell how long they haven’t eaten but judging from how thin they are, it has got to be quite some time.

A small girl stumbles and falls near you and you quickly come to her aid. There isn’t much damage, just a scraped knee so you carefully patched her up.

“Thank you,” she gives you a toothy smile and then starts heading to the men who are distributing the food.

She comes back a moment later, arms outstretched to hand an apple to you. “For you,” she says.

Something blossoms in your heart because of her sweetness. “Thank you, but it’s fine, you can have it,”

She doesn’t object but then she hugs you tightly. “Thank you so much.”

Surprisingly, even on an island like this, you’re reminded of Ace. You remember his story about coming to Wano and meeting a child named “Tama” who seemed to be as charming as the child you helped and is under the same fortune.

Now that your mind has drifted to thoughts of Ace, you didn’t want to think of anything else. Even as the people gather around you to offer their thanks, and even as they usher you to a bonfire to celebrate for the food to eat, the thoughts of him linger in your head.

And just like in all the previous islands you came to, you wish he’s here with you too.

There’s longing in your heart, but there’s also something else— something pleasant that you can’t quite describe— and you attribute it to the gratitude of the people.

The mother of the child you helped, Sito, offers their spare room for you to take and you graciously accept. Soft snores almost immediately fill your ears after a few minutes of them bidding you good night.

The longer you stay awake, however, the pleasant feeling you felt a while ago starts to leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

You’ve always criticized yourself for not being able to do more when you were still a Celestial Dragon but now that you did something good, you start to feel selfish for doing it because it makes you feel better about yourself.

It’s at times like this that you seek Pops. There’s a sudden urge to hear his voice and his thoughts. So you grab your Den Den Mushi, but you hesitate.

You’ve lost track of the days since you left Moby Dick. And in that time frame, you never once called Pops. Although you didn’t really promise to call, maybe he was expecting you to, especially since you know he wouldn’t do it first.

You sigh. Maybe this call is long overdue after all.

You step outside the house and start to contact Pops using the Den Den Mushi. It only rings once and then it’s answered, almost as if Pops was waiting by the Den Den Mushi. The thought brings a smile to your face. “Pops—”

“Why on earth are you only calling now?!” His angry tone welcomes you.

“I’m so—”

“Is that Y/N?!” Marco interrupts. Ah, how could you have forgotten? It’s at this time that Marco reports to Pops. “We’re so worried about you -yoi!”

You can hear sounds of struggling on the line and then there’s a loud smack followed by an even louder crash. There’s a moment of silence which makes you wonder what’s going on in the ship.

“Why didn’t you call earlier?!” Pops’ voice booms. “If you’re going to leave a Den Den Mushi, I’m going to expect your reports but I received none of that.”

“I’m sorry Pops. I have no excuse,” you sheepishly say.

“Everyone’s worried about you,” he pauses but then his voice rings louder once again, “Some are even outside my room trying to listen in on our conversation. But if they know better, they should leave us alone.” The sound of rushing footsteps could be heard in the background as Pops finishes his sentence.

You chuckle, imagining the crew eavesdropping. “How are you Pops?”

“I’m doing fine.”

“How’s everyone? How’s… uhm… Ace?”

“Everyone’s just missing you. You didn’t say goodbye after all,” he says. “I put Ace on a mission because he won’t stop pestering me about you. He won’t come back in a couple of days.”

“Oh.”

“He misses you a lot,” he sighs. “He strides to me everyday to demand your whereabouts. Each time I wouldn’t tell him but he never learns. Vista says he’s on his 56th attempt the other day.”

The brief image of Ace that your mind comes up with brings a small smile to your face.

“When are you coming back?” Whitebeard breaks your reverie.

“Ah, I’m not sure yet… It might take a while.”

He hums. “So how are you? Have you been eating well?”

“I’m doing fine, Pops. No one’s been coming after me yet so everything’s going well,” you respond. “But… Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“There’s this island with people who haven’t eaten in so long so I gave them everything I have.” There’s a loud growl coming from Pops so you immediately continue your speech before he could scold you for doing such a thing. “I feel really good about what I did as they thanked me. But then the longer I thought about it, I started feeling ashamed because... wasn’t it selfish since I did it to make me feel better about myself? Then I started to wonder if it was wrong to do good things just because I wanted to be absolved of my parents’ sins. Was I wrong in doing this, Pops?”

“No, you did the right thing.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you’re not an inherently bad person for getting paid in gratitude.”

“But…”

“Making yourself happy by making other people happy is how it’s meant to work. If one of your key motives to doing good things is to feel good, then you’re still doing something good and there’s nothing shameful about that.”

Hearing his words puts you at ease. You’re glad you called him. “Thank you, Pops. I’m sorry for worrying everyone there and for disrupting Marco’s report. I promise I’ll call more often from now on.”

“It’s fine. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too. Where will you be headed next?”

“I’m not sure. I’m just going where the sea leads me.”

“Be careful.”

“You too, Pops,” and with that, you bid your goodbye and hang up.

By morning, you start preparing your things to leave. You didn’t want to stay for too long because you didn’t want to consume even a portion of the small amount of food they have.

Sito offers you to stay another night, worried that it would be uncomfortable to sleep on a boat. “You can stay one more day. There’s still enough food for us to share.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to impose,” you decline. “But do you mind if I ask what happened here?”

There’s sadness in her eyes, it was easy to tell the memory pained her, but she tells you everything anyway. “This island is one of the few lawless areas in the world, hence, it’s a place where pirates would dock at. A group of men once docked here and kidnapped the leaders of our town. They were sold off to be slaves, because apparently the Nobles like to enslave people of power…” Her words start to fade on you upon the mention of the World Nobles.

Anger flares up in your system immediately. How low can the Celestial Dragons go? It’s sickening to think that you share the same blood as them. It’s because of this revelation that something becomes clear in your mind.

Ever since leaving Moby Dick, you’re just wandering aimlessly. But after hearing Sito talk about this island, you’re finally sure of what your destination should be.

Sabaody Archipelago.

Specifically, the Human Auctioning House.

From the sudden fury that overwhelms you, not even the fear of being within arm’s reach of the Marines, and possibly dying, could stop you from going there.

It’s reckless and foolish, but isn’t this the reason you left Moby Dick that night— to face your nightmares instead of running away from them?

You listen politely as Sito explains everything else but her words enter and leave your ears without you having to comprehend them. Fortunately, she doesn’t notice your inattentiveness, probably because she wants to pour her frustrations out to a stranger.

You offer your sympathies to her and promise her you’d come back with your crew and help them some more. It’s a simple promise yet for someone who hasn’t been offered help for so long, it means a lot, enough to even bring tears to her eyes. And just like that, you leave.

There are two more islands to stop at before you reach Sabaody Archipelago. You gather provisions on one island and buy explosives on the other.

The only thing you’re sure you can actually do alone is to blow up the Human Auctioning House. Facing the World Nobles is for another time, unfortunately. As for the Marines, well… You’d worry about that if they indeed come. You know you’d be able to handle them as long as they don’t send an Admiral after you.

The thing that worries you the most, however, is Pops’ reaction once you let him know of your plan. While you can always just not tell him, it feels wrong, and you promised you’d report to him, after all. And it’s hard for you to admit, but you secretly want to be saved in case your plan goes askew. That, and well, you still want to make up with Ace, may it be just strictly as friends, but preferably as lovers.

You decide to call once you’re about to set sail towards Sabaody Archipelago. You’re sitting in the middle of your boat, still anchored at the port when you told Pops your plan. And as expected, he’s mad.

He demands you to go back to the crew immediately. “Captain’s orders,” he says. But after a few moments, he retracts his words and says, “Your father’s orders.” You feel the weight of his words when he said that and you almost concede. But the faces of the slaves your family had flashes into your mind and it solidifies your decision.

Interestingly, despite the weeks you have spent away from the crew, their ship is nearer to you than anticipated. As confirmed by Pops himself when he angrily said, “Enough! I’m sending Ace to get you! Two or three days is enough for him to catch up with you.”

But quite frankly, that’s also enough time to execute your plan. And if the odds are in your favor, then Ace might just come in time for your escape.

Arriving at Sabaody Archipelago, you keep your face hidden underneath the hood of your cloak. It’s normal for pirates to walk around the place without having to hide their identities, but it’s a luxury you can’t afford. If someone catches wind that you’re here and reports it, the Cipher Pol just might come and capture you before you can even execute your plan. That just won’t do. So on the first day of your arrival, you only scout the area of the Human Auctioning House and retreat back to the inn you stay at.

You carry out your plan on the next day. You place a bomb where the side of the stage is supposed to be. It’s a distraction so people inside would leave the premises. The plan is to find the keys and free the slaves while the people are panicking from the explosion. Then eliminate the head of the place, Mr. Disco, and finally blow the place apart. It sounds simple but with you having to do all the work, you know it isn’t.

Now that you’re here, your nerves are spiking up. Arriving at the entrance of the building, you take a deep breath, your hand automatically reaching for the bracelet that Ace made you. It instantly calms you down.

It baffles you how fate works because on the very day you decide to free the slaves that are being sold off at the Human Auctioning House, Ace’s brother, Luffy — along with his crew — is at the same place to rescue their friend who was kidnapped.

Somehow even on a dangerous mission like this, there’s still something or someone who’d remind you of Ace. It makes you wonder: has he really embedded himself too deep into your life that there’s no escaping the thoughts of him? Not that you mind; the thoughts of him bring you peace, after all. But still, it’s fascinating that even in both mundane and dangerous settings, he makes himself known to you.

Upon entering the Human Auctioning House, everything happens so fast and unexpected. And quite frankly, a lot happened that wasn’t part of the plan.

Aside from finding the Straw Hat Pirates, you got yourself injured when you used your body to shield their fish man friend, Hatchi, from Saint Charlos’ gunshot. Then you confronted Saint Shalria personally despite you not planning to get involved with the Celestial Dragons. As for the slaves, it was the Dark King, Silvers Rayleigh, who actually freed them. The only things that you personally executed from your plan were Mr. Disco’s elimination and the bombing of the Human Auctioning House.

Escape is easy once the building starts to explode because the Marines would have to lessen the forces who're chasing after the pirates in order for them to successfully put out the fire. Without any Admiral on the scene yet, it’s not hard to slip away from them and/or fight them.

Even with the gunshot wound on your arm, you’re able to take down each and every one of the Marines who are chasing you. But halfway through your journey back to the grove where you left your boat at, you lose your adrenaline.

You start to feel the sharp and stinging sensation on your arm once again, yet, you couldn’t help but smile. You have gotten out alive. The slaves have been freed. With both Mr. Disco and the building gone, the Human Auctioning House will no longer be operational, or at least not yet until someone steps up. But that won’t be after a long time.

It’s a wonderful day.

You look up at the afterglow of the sunset with a serene smile. You have a feeling your nights are going to feel shorter now and less frightening than they were before.

Your peaceful moment is cut off by someone rather abruptly. You jump in surprise as someone wraps their arms around you from behind all of a sudden. “I finally caught up with you.”

Your breath hitches at the sound of the voice. “Ace? What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t answer your question, but he mumbles, “I’m sorry if I only came now. Pops wouldn’t tell me where you were, but I came as soon as I could.” Then he tightens his hug. “I was so scared, I thought I’d lose you…”

“Ace, I’m sorry about—”

“Hey, it’s on me, okay?” He interrupts. “I blew things out of proportion, and now you’re blue.”

You pull away from his hug to face him.

“Y-your arm! You’re bl-bleeding,” he stutters after seeing your injury.

But you pay no mind to that. “Ace… I’m really sorry about us—”

“Ssshhh, baby…” he rubs his hand on your back.

He looks at your figure carefully, focused on looking for any more bruises or wounds. When he doesn’t find anything more, he gently holds you by your waist. “Don’t blame yourself, I’m the one who burned us down, but… it’s not what I meant.

“It was all in my head, okay? It’s just that the Celestial Dragons are all grouped in my head as scums and that they’re inexcusable because… my brother was killed by a Celestial Dragon.”

A wave of guilt flows through your body, enough to weaken your knees. Before you could fall, however, Ace catches you and brings you to his chest. But this doesn’t stop you from sobbing on his chest. “I didn’t know, Ace. I’m so sorry.”

“No, that’s the thing, baby. It isn’t your fault. It wasn’t you who pulled the trigger. And… I have to admit I failed to see that at first,” he says as he hugs you tighter. “I shouldn’t have stood there frozen after you told me your story. I’m supposed to be the one who understands you...

“I’m not trying to make excuses and I’m not trying to make this about me but it’s just that… for so long I thought that I inherited the bad blood of my father, and I spent my lifetime failing to see that his sins aren’t my sins,” his voice cracks as he cries. “So when I found out about you… My mind automatically held you liable for the sins of the Nobles…

“But I talked to Pops and he straightened me up. I understand now. Our parents’ sins aren’t ours. It never was ours to begin with. So I’m sorry for blaming you for something you didn’t do…”

Ace stares at your crying form. He cups your face and sincerely says, “It’s so excruciating to see you low,” as he wipes the tears on your eyes. “I’m sorry if I hurt you…”

“It’s fine Ace, I forgive you. But…” You look directly into his eyes. “I’m at fault too,” you confess. “I was the one who left... I was so used to living like an island and isolating myself that it didn’t occur to me that I was punishing you with silence… I should’ve waited patiently for you but I ran away…”

Ace rubs your back gently and presses his forehead against yours, “I forgive you too.”

You smile in relief.

After a couple of minutes in silence, Ace tilts his head. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Remember when you said that you saw daylight after sleeping in a long, dark night?”

You give him a curious look but nodded anyway.

“Beside wishing that I was there for you sooner, it had me thinking...”

“What?”

“Uhm… The world is terrible and cruel, and no one can ever really stop the dark nights from coming.”

You frown. You don’t really understand what Ace is trying to say.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is,” he rubs his neck while his cheeks starts to blush, “if you ever have to go through those dark nights, I wouldn’t want you to wait for daylight.

“I want to be there with you on those nights until they’re over. I don’t want to leave you when things get rough and only show up when you’re better. I know you see me as your daylight but I don’t want to be just that.”

His words warm your heart, and makes it skip a beat. “You know, Ace, there are remnants of light that linger in the sky even when the sun has long gone down and the night starts. It’s the afterglow,” you mumble.

“Yeah, but that goes away too after a while,” he frowns.

“Well, lucky for you the moon reflects the sun’s light during the night, huh?”

He grins. “Yeah, yeah. I like that. I want to be your source of light, may it be the daylight, moonlight, or the afterglow.”

A moment of silence engulfs the both of you. Under the soft afterglow of the sunset with your arms wrapped around each other, you feel at peace.

Once upon a time, you used to believe love is black and white— that it’s straightforward. It was either you love Ace or you don’t, there were no gray areas. No matter what he feels, says, or does, your love for him never ceases.

But then some other days you believed that love is burning red— that it’s full of passion, lust, and romance, much like the nights you spent entangled in the sheets with Ace.

However, right now in Ace’s arms, all you could ever think about is that love is golden. It was warmth and comfort, like what daylight brings. It was contentment and serenity too, much like the feeling of lightness one gets when seeing the afterglow of the sunset. Either way, it’s Ace who makes you feel those.

No matter what color love actually is though, for you it’s always embodied by Ace.

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Naïveté (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Summary: Ransom loves control and his sweet, innocent plaything doesn’t know better.

Warnings: DARKish Ransom with hints of soft Ransom but not really, this fic is lowkey a mess, a little uncomfortable situations, unprotected sex, implied AGE GAP, angst, mutual obsession, choking, Ransom is a little off (but what’s new), Sugar Daddy/Baby relationship, innocent reader, implied Dom/Sub dynamic, loss of virginity, poorly written attempt at SMUT

Word Count: 4.7k

Please do not read if anything makes you uncomfortable.

READ WARNINGS

This is my first time writing smut. Please don’t hate me.

Something a little different from what I usually write (?)

“You’re not going to see him again, are you?” your friend, Joey, asked you. Worried, judgmental lines sprinkled across his young face as he stared at you. You frowned and shook your head as you brought the straw of your iced coffee to your lips. “Good.” He muttered. “That guy was a creep.”

“He's not that bad,” you argued.

“(Y/N), he was the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to you,” Joey scoffed as he drank his drink. “I’m just glad you kicked him to the curb before things got too intense.”

You stayed silent and nodded, taking another sip from the straw. Joey began to talk about your friend group’s evening plans to hit up this bar, but your mind was taking you somewhere else.

You couldn’t tell Joey the truth. It’d disappoint him. It would anger him and jeopardize your friendship.

But you couldn’t admit that Ransom Drysdale had a hold on you, and you didn’t want him to let go.

As an aspiring writer, you were interning at Blood Like Wine Publishing under Ransom’s uncle, Walt Thrombey. In a twisted turn of events, Walt took a liking to you.

Your doe-eyes and bright optimism intrigued him. He always fluttered around you like a moth to a flame and always had off-putting conversations with you.

It started with his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them in a way that made you uneasy. Then, it was pushing your hair to the side to expose the back of your neck, or his hands that would slither down to the small of your back. Everything about the man made you uncomfortable, but you’d never spoke out against it in fear of losing your internship.

One day, Walt invited you over to his grandfather’s manor. “A family party,” he explained. And though you were afraid of accepting – calling it an intrusion – Walt insisted. “A chance to meet a world-renowned author,” he said. How could you refuse?

You met Ransom at that party. From the moment you walked through the doors, he knew he had to have you. He was a brat that way.

Walt was too preoccupied with arguing with his father to introduce you to the family. So, you kept to yourself, finding sanctuary in Harlan’s nurse, Marta, who looked just as out of place as you did.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Ransom was listening in on your conversation – stalking you as if you were his prey.

Marta had explained to you that she was very fortunate to work with Harlan and that he was a kind man. Ransom couldn’t help but rolled his eyes when Marta had brought up how she and his grandfather were great friends. Blah, blah, blah, he thought as she droned on.

Then, he heard you open up about yourself.

About how your scholarship was barely covering your tuition and how you were too late to apply to housing, so you had to live off campus in a ratty apartment whose rent was too much to handle on a monthly basis. You told Marta about how your part-time job at the local coffee shop next to campus was barely paying you enough for groceries, let alone the rest of your expenses.

The gears inside Ransom’s devious mind began to turn as a plan started to form in his head.

When Marta had been whisked away into a conversation about immigration with his father, Ransom found the perfect opportunity to meet you.

“I’m Ransom,” he introduced.

“(Y/N),” you greeted, offering your hand. He took it and brought it to his lips. Your cheeks flushed. Where all the Thrombey men this welcoming - this comfortable?Ransom smirked at your reaction.

Similar to his uncle, his hand found its way to the small of your back as he maneuvered you to the back door. Perhaps, it was simply a Thrombey gesture?

It was easy to navigate through a conversation with you. You were a good listener, Ransom was a great talker. The conversation went by smoothly as Ransom droned on and on about himself (something he was really good at).

“I have too much money. I don’t know what to do with myself,” Ransom had joked, steering the conversation in his favor.

You chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I wish I had that problem.” Ransom responded with a hum, encouraging you to open up about your financial troubles (though he knew it all from eavesdropping earlier).

“I think I have the perfect solution to both our troubles,” Ransom proposed.

And the rest was history.

-=+=-

No one close to you knew the exact extent of the relationship. You tried to create the narrative that you met Ransom through Walt and the relationship just blossomed.

You were embarrassed to admit that Ransom was paying your rent, tuition, and giving you a weekly allowance that helped you get by.

Joey had even joked that working for the Thrombeys was changing you when he noticed your sudden change in labels. You had forgone the Forever 21 sales section and wore the luxury brands that Ransom deemed worthy to be draped over his angel.

When your friends met Ransom - the man keeping you afloat by sharing his own riches – they knew something was up. Though they didn’t have a clue about the financial aspect of the relationship, they knew that Ransom was bad news.

They’d tell you he stared at you like a piece of meat. He’d watch your every move as if he were engraving your very image in his mind. Joey would tell you he didn’t like the way Ransom had a grip on you every time you were together.

“He’s possessive and not in a cute way,” Joey warned you, but you shrugged him – and all your friends – off.

You’d tell them that Ransom loved you... But were you trying to convince them or yourself?

Your friends saw through Ransom. They saw how he was taking advantage of your innocence and your naivete.

When you told Ransom of your friends’ opinions, he told you to ignore it, so you did. But as time went on, it was clear that their reluctance to be accepting of the relationship bothered you. You blamed it on the age difference. (You were still in college and Ransom was in his mid-thirties). But it was more than that and your friends didn’t quite know how to explain it to you. You were just so in love with the guy - who were they to dictate your love life? They just cared about your well being.

So, Ransom commanded that you lie to everyone. “Tell them we broke up,” Ransom told you. “Just a fib to get them off your back.” When you showed reluctance, Ransom said with pleading eyes, “do it because I love you.”

You were always too trusting for your own good.

But you couldn’t see that. You saw Ransom as your white knight – your savior. He made sure whatever balance your scholarship left was paid for. He even got you out of that ratty apartment and into a better one that was worth the expensive rent. It was closer to campus, too, so you didn’t have to ride the bus. He kept you fed and clothed. Ransom kept you afloat.

You were afraid to let him go – afraid that his interest would fade, and another girl would be the apple of his eye. What would happen to you then? So, you tried to become everything Ransom wanted. You depended on him after all...

Just like he planned it.

-=+=-

The ride was silent. The text on your phone read Harlan’s manor. Need you here. NOW.

The driver asked you if you wanted him to turn on the radio. He was just as eager to ease the tension, so you gladly obliged. When he arrived at the family manor, he even told you, “good luck, miss.”

You gave him a nervous smile. What were you stepping into? (And were you prepared for the aftermath?).

You didn’t bother to knock on the door. He was already waiting outside for you. A cigarette in his hand. You frowned as he extinguished it against the brick wall.

“Ransom, hey,” you offered him a smile.

He didn’t return it. He had a scowl on his face and something on his mind. His face scrunched up in aggravation. He only gave you a hard stare. His blue eyes staring at you in the dark night.

He eyed you up and down. You wore a white lace dress from whatever designer (he didn’t care). He liked white on you and you knew that. It made you look like an angel – his angel. A symbol of purity – something you naturally were.

“You’re late,” he said. His voice was hard, matching the expression etched on his face. Hard and disapproving.

“I… I was with Joey,” you explained. “He was getting suspicious, so we went on a coffee date – “

“Did I ask?” Ransom snapped. “It’s part of the agreement. You make yourself available to me 24/7. That’s why I pay you so much.” You gulped as you adverted your eyes, unable to hold his angry glare for too long. He let out a sigh and held out his hand. You glanced at him, uncertainty written all over your face. “I’m not going to wait forever, (Y/N).”

“Sorry,” you muttered and took his hand. Ransom pulled you to him. His lips smashed against yours and you cringed at the faint smell of smoke.

You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away – trying to catch your breath. But his grip tightened. “Kiss back,” he muttered into the kiss, growing impatience at your insubordination. Reluctantly, you did as you were told. After long minutes of the uncomfortable session, he pulled away and eyed you again. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you said, your voice hushed. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Why’d you asked me to come?”

“I was bored,” he shrugged. What he didn’t say was, there’s a situation I can’t handle, so I need something I can control around me or else I’ll lose my mind.

“So, I’m entertainment?” you joked, nervously. He laughed a bit. You looked into the house through the windows. You could hear faint chatter and cheers of happy birthday. “It’s someone’s birthday?” you asked.

“Harlan’s,” Ransom nodded.

“Oh, I should probably pop in and – “you began walking towards the door.

“Don’t,” Ransom ordered through clenched teeth, and you froze in your tracks. Your hand was grazing the cool metal of the doorknob. You pulled your hand away and walked back to stand in front of Ransom. “Good girl,” he muttered, an arm slinging itself around your waist. “We should get out of here.” He whispered, stealing another kiss from your sweet lips.

“My friends are at this bar tonight,” you offered. “We could stop by.”

“And let them know we’re seeing each other again?” Ransom laughed, dryly. “I’d rather not let them turn you against me.”

“No one could ever do that,” you assured him.

“Let’s go to my place,” Ransom muttered. “Something I want to show you.” He said as he nipped at the exposed skin of your neck. You yelped in surprise as a strange feeling shot through you.

Ransom has invited you over once or twice before. Most of your outings usually ended with him dropping you off at your apartment. He didn’t normally offer to take you to his place or swing by. The offer was spontaneous – different.

You smiled and nodded, not wanting to piss him off more than he already was.

He led you to his Beamer. The ride was silent, and Ransom didn’t bother to try to ease the tension. No music. No conversation. Just a hand that rubbed the inside of your thigh in a manner that unsettled you.

Sure, Ransom was handsy at times, but he kept his distance from your most intimate areas. He’d always had to have a hand on your waist or your hand gripped in his. The most he’s ever done to make you uncomfortable was when he wrapped his hand around your neck to keep you from turning away when he kissed you. That was it.

In truth, Ransom saw you like a delicate doll. Such purity and innocence should be maintained. But tonight, Ransom was losing control – his chat with Harlan left him spiraling.

The only thing he still had control over was sitting in the passenger seat of his car.

-=+=-

His home was just as you remembered it. Large windows, large spaces, large rooms. It was clean, for the most part. A few clothing items discarded on the floor, some hung on chairs. He shrugged off his dark grey cardigan and hung it on one of the chairs, joining the other clothes.

Ransom led you straight into his kitchen. He fetched a beer and a bottle of water. You were never much of a drinker. Ransom knew that. He stared at you as you wrapped your lips around the bottle’s opening and drank it carefully. He was still deciding – trying to make up his mind.

Should he ruin his little plaything now? Or shall he wait?

“You said you wanted to show me something?” You asked.

He nodded. “It can wait.” He walked over to you. You were leaning against his kitchen island. He plucked the bottle from your hand, placing it to the side along with his beer, and brought his hands to your hips.

“Rans – umph!” You yelped as he effortlessly lifted you up onto the counter. “What are you doing?” You asked him with a small, nervous laugh. Your face heated up as each of his hands settled to both of your knees and spread them. When you tried to fight against his grips, Ransom just slotted his waist between your legs. “Ransom?” You asked as he placed one hand on your waist and the other at the back of your neck. He hummed quietly. His eyes didn’t meet yours. They simply stared are your lips. “What cha doin’ there?”

He didn’t respond. He captured your lips with his and you were too stunned to react, so you simply mirrored his actions.

Sometimes Ransom got like this. Sometimes he wouldn’t talk and he’d just assume you’d read his mind. But tonight, your minds weren’t in unison.

You were under the impression he just needed physical contact (which was true). You thought he just needed comfort and you were more than willing to give it to him.

But tonight, Ransom wanted something much more than simple kisses and a few touches.

You tried to pull away to catch your breath, but Ransom pulled you back. He licked at your bottom lip, wanting entrance, but you refused him. So, in retaliation, Ransom yanked your hair which made you yelp. He took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. He didn’t need to fight for dominance. You just sat there with your mouth open, unsure of what to do – unsure of how to react. He had never been physical with you – he had never tried to hurt you.

The kiss was heated. You wished it were passionate or loving, but it wasn’t that. It was something else entirely.

Desperate to catch your breath, you bit on his tongue. It was a mistake. One that you’d pay for. But you were desperate.

He pulled away suddenly. “What the fuck!” He snapped.

“I’m – I’m sorry, Ransom – I just,” you stammered, unable to explain yourself. “I – I couldn’t breathe. I’m sorry, Ransom.”

Your eyes finally met. His bright blue eyes were dark like the night sky. And it was then you understood what Joey and all your friends told you. He stared at you like he was starved and you were the only thing on the menu.

“You little, ungrateful bitch,” Ransom spat. One of his hands wrapped firmly around your throat, tightening slightly and cutting off your oxygen. “You breathe when I let you. You live because I let you. The clothes you wear, the food you eat, the fucking apartment you live in – it’s all because I gave it to you. You could at least show some appreciation.”

His grip tightened until you could see tiny black dots peppering your vision. And then suddenly, Ransom let go.

You fell forward into Ransom. Your head in the crook of his neck and hands on his shoulder. You were coughing and sputtering out apologizes, unsure of what else to tell him.

“You’re gonna show me some appreciation, baby,” he cooed but his voice was nowhere near comforting. It was taunting. “Alright?” You nodded. “Okay, c’mon,” he hoisted you up. Panicked, you wrapped your arms around him and your legs around his torso, afraid he would drop you. “I got you, sweet angel… I got you.”

You weren’t sure where he was taking you until you were laid on soft, satin sheets. You opened your eyes and saw Ransom standing at the foot of the bed. He pulled his sweater from his body and you felt your jaw drop. Why would he hide his toned physique beneath sweaters? It was a mystery to you.

He smirked when he caught you ogling him. He was always so cocky.

“How?” you murmured. He cocked an eyebrow up at you. “How am I going to show you?”

Ransom’s smirk widened as he reached down for you. His fingers lightly traced the neckline of the dress. “I think you know,” he muttered.

Your heart thudded against your chest in realization. You tried to scoot away from him, but Ransom leaned his body forward, encaging you.

“You don’t want to make me mad, baby, do you?” He whispered, his tone still taunting. His hot breath against your ear. You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Good. Because I don’t think you want me to take away all the nice things I’ve given you, right?” You nodded. “Take off the dress for me.” He ordered, releasing you.

You did as you were told, not wanting to make him angry. His breath hitched when you revealed yourself to him. He always knew you were beautiful. The idea of you being untouched – unclaimed – made blood flow straight to his member.

His expert fingers made quick work of your bra clasp. He discarded your brassiere along with his sweater and tutted at you when your hands instinctively went to cover yourself up. He pried your hands away from your chest.

“Don’t cover yourself up, angel,” he told you, leaning forward and leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses down your neck. He kissed the bruises that were forming from his grip moments ago. He scolded himself for damaging the delicate skin of his angel.

He kissed down your collarbones and found his way to your breasts. He took his time worshiping your body. There was no rush (the night was still young).

As his lips worked on one of your mounds, his fingertips toyed with the other. You couldn’t hold back the moans that were escaping you and the heat that presented itself in between your legs.

Everything was so foreign to you. All you could do was toy with the hair on the back of Ransom’s head and moan his name.

He moved one of his hands to cup your clothed sex. He felt the increasingly dampening spot through the delicate material and moaned against your nipple. He stared up at you as he continued his assault. Your eyes were closed tightly and your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you continued to let out soft moans. The sound going straight to his crotch.

In one swift motion, Ransom was able to pull your underwear down your legs. The material fell to the floor and he kicked it to join the rest of the discarded clothing. He pulled away from you to admire your body, splayed out on his bed like an offering. Your cunt glistening in the pale moonlight, calling his name. He fumbled with his belt as he shoved his slacks along with his boxer briefs down.

Your eyes finally opened and were met with the intimidating appendage. Long and thick. Fear suddenly flooded through you. It wouldn’t fit. Was this worth it? Was surrendering your virginity to Ransom – your white knight, your savior – worth the luxury? Worth the money?

“Don’t be scared, angel,” Ransom muttered as he leaned over you. You were shaking. He shushed you as you thrashed around. “I give you so many things, baby girl,” he said lowly, his voice turning into a growl. “At least give me this in return.”

You sniffled before nodding. You were afraid though you weren’t sure what frightened you more. The menacing crazed look on Ransom’s beautiful face or the fear that you were about to lose your virginity.

Ransom’s hands traced the curves of your body, leaving goosebumps all over your skin. And then one of his hands carefully rubbed against your folds, finding your clit expertly. You felt your muscles clench. He rubbed it in tight circles, causing electricity to run through you.

As much as Ransom was eager to be inside of you, he didn’t want to hurt his angel. He had to prep his sweet, innocent angel. He wanted his angel to enjoy this.

Your breathing was shaky as you slowly gave into the feeling. He shifted in his position and carefully thrusted two fingers into your cunt. You gasped at the sudden intrusion. You threw your head back as he stroked your inner walls, exploring your untried canal.

“You’re wet, angel, and we barely begun,” Ransom said ever so cockily. You moaned in response. No words could form. You tried to bite onto your bottom lip, trying to silence yourself. But Ransom tutted at you. He slapped your clit and you yelped in surprise. “I want to hear every sound.” He ordered before scissoring your opening, attempting to stretch you open. The wet, slick sounds accompanied by your moans were all too addicting to the man that hovered over you.

You felt helpless and pathetic. You were putty in his hands. He felt you clench around his fingers when he curled them, brushing against a certain spot. He smirked as he continued to play with that spot and thrusted a third finger into you. You mewled against him as your hands fisted the satin sheets.

“Ran – Ransom,” you panted, eyes watery. “Something’s – something’s happening…” you moaned as you felt a coil within your stomach snap. You screamed as your orgasm crashed through you. Ransom smirked watched you drip around his hand. He pulled away from your pussy and your eyes widened as he slowly brought his fingers to his lips and sucked away your juices.

“Want a taste?” he asked you. You didn’t respond as he brought one of his fingers and brushed it against your lips. He then leaned down and stole another hungry kiss, sharing your taste.

While you were distracted from your previous orgasm and from the kiss, Ransom pumped his member and lined it up with you.

Catching you off guard, he pushed in. You shuddered in pain, pulling your lips away from him as your eyes widened in pain. The stretch itself was unbearable.

He pushed his tip in and you nearly shrieked. “Ransom – “you whimpered. “It hurts – It hurts!”

Ransom simply shushed you and kissed your lips. “Relax, angel… just relax for me.” You tried to do as you were told but found it quite difficult. He continued to push in inch by inch and you were afraid he was never-ending. “You’re so tight,” he murmured against your lips. You bit your lip as tears started to prick in your eyes.

And finally, he bottomed out. You had never felt so full. You swore you could feel him in your stomach.

Ransom looked down to where you were both connected and groaned. He loomed over your body as you willed your muscles to relax around him. “Hey, hey,” he said, softly, using one of his hands to turn you to face him. “You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he praised and began to pull out.

His strokes were gentle. Pulling out only a few inches before thrusting back in. Only when the pain begun to dull and your whimpers turned into moans again, did Ransom pick up the pace. The slapping of skin and his groans. Everything started to feel cloudy. You felt as if he were tearing you apart, but your body welcomed the pain that was turning into pleasure.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you hung onto him as he ravaged you. You continued to mewl and moan into his neck as you felt the same coil in your stomach tighten. Your walls clenched around Ransom and he knew you were close again. He reached back down to your clit and rubbed it again.

“C’mon, baby, come for me,” Ransom urged you as he thrusted. He thrusted all the way in and grinded against your sex. You moaned as you tensed, the coil bursting once again. Ransom groaned as you tightened around him like a vice, milking him and throwing him off the edge with you. He filled you up with his thick cum, but he continued to pump into you, painting your walls – marking you as his.

You were a breathless, sweaty mess as he pushed you into another orgasm with his thrusts. You were convulsing and twitching underneath him, fighting to stay conscious. You felt Ransom pull out completely and felt your mixed juices drip from your pussy. Your vision was hazy as your head turned to the side, eyes fluttering close.

Ransom winced when he looked down. Your blood covered his length and was splattered all over your lower body. He sighed and looked at the clock. It was late, but he knew that there would still be guests over at the house. It was the perfect time, especially with you falling asleep.

“You did so good for me, angel,” he whispered to your sleeping body as he wiped your blood away with his sweater. He decided that he’d deal with the bloodstained sheets when he returned. You were most likely still going to be knocked out.

He pressed a kiss to your lips and smiled. Even in sleep – even after being fucked – you still looked like an angel.

When you awoke, the sheets had been changed but you were still stark naked. Daylight was trickling through the windows. Ransom emerged from the bathroom door. “You’re awake,” he smiled wickedly at you. You returned a shy smile when you realized he was only in a towel with water droplets painting his Adonis-like body. You looked away as he dressed himself. He smirked. You were still bashful as if the night before he wasn’t buried deep inside of you.

“Did you leave?” you ask. Your heart dropped at the thought.

He shook his head and relief washed over you as he sat next to you on the bed. His finger gently traced your jaw before leaning in to give you a kiss. “I was here all night, all morning, too,” Ransom lied. “You’ll attest to that right?”

“What?”

“I cleaned you up after we had sex,” Ransom told you. “Changed the sheets and then held you throughout the night. I told you I loved you and I thanked you for allowing me to be the first - and only - man inside of you .”

“Right.” You nodded, blushing at his words.

“I didn’t leave you, angel.” Ransom promised. “I was with you all night, all morning.”

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“Where was Mr. Drysdale the night of his grandfather’s death?” the prosecutor asked you.

You looked around the courtroom and met Ransom’s blue eyes. He gave you a small nod, knowing you won’t let him down. He did this all for you – so that he can continue taking care of you – after all.

“Uh,” you muttered into the microphone, “he was with me… at his house.”

“Mr. Drysdale’s statement says that he asked you to join him at the manor the night of Harlan Thrombey’s birthday party, yet no one in the family saw you?”

You nodded. “Ransom – Hugh – was already outside when I arrived. I wanted to go inside, but he told me not to and he asked if I’d accompany him to his house.”

“So, you can account to Mr. Drysdale’s whereabouts the whole night?” The prosecutor prompted. “There were no times that he stepped out? Even when you were asleep?”

You nodded. “He was with me all night, all morning, too.”

Ransom smiled at you when you met his eyes. Good girl. He thought. His sweet little angel still under his control.

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officialleehadan · 4 years ago

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Folding Puff

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Prompt: Pride of Place

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Prince Hanver wasn’t terribly bright, and Tilly hadn’t known that he even remembered that most of servants existed. Mostly he seemed delighted and taken aback as his rooms were clean, his food made, and his horses taken care of.

So really, it was a surprise to see him in the kitchens almost before the sun was even up. Most nobles, Atteila aside, avoided the downstairs household. Prince Hanver wasn’t a bad man, near as she could tell. He never set a toe out of line with the serving girls, and the boys in the stable said that he liked horses.

The nobles judged people on how slick they were. How fashionable. Servants watched behaviors and knew better than to trust a pretty face.

People who were good to their horses were usually good to their staff, too. Noble men who respected the servant girls too were rare. Hanver might not be the smartest of the bunch, but he was a decent man. That was enough for Tilly to at least hear him out.

“Something for you, Your Highness?” Tilly asked when it became apparent that the prince wasn’t going anywhere. It was probably rude to just get started on her work for the day, but the special puff pastry Tilly needed for this evening dinner took time in the icebox to chill. She watched the prince for another minute, pulled out the butter, and got to work. “How can I help this morning?”

Hanver watched her work for a while and fiddled with a button on his sleeve. He was nervous, or maybe just unsure. Tilly wondered if he had ever been in the kitchens before. At least he picked a spot that was out of the way, even with the busy morning kitchen.

“I don’t know how to speak with Princess Atteila,” he said, apparently either inclined towards honesty, or desperate enough to go to someone with no choice but to listen to him. Tilly couldn’t quite prevent the side-eye she gave him, and was amused when he winced the same as the garden boys did when she frowned over the apples. “I… I don’t know what sort of arrangement you have, but I’ve seen her coming down here and I thought maybe if you’re her friend, you might be willing to be mine too.”

Tilly was reasonably certain that Hanver didn’t know she was also sleeping with Atteila, and was absolutely certain he wasn’t propositioning her. That meant that, for some reason, Hanver genuinely was just desperate for someone to talk to.

“All respect, Highness,” Tilly said cautiously, not entirely certain what Hanver was going for. All the same, he wasn’t as intimidating at Atteila had been in the beginning, and Tilly wasn’t in love with him, which also helped. “But It’s not my place, being friends with a noble. I’m a cook.”

“Atteila is… well, she’s perfect,” Hanver said, still fiddling with his button, and looking entirely out of his depth. Tilly couldn’t help but be a little sorry for the man. After all, he came to court a princess, and discovered, as so many did, that Atteila was as unassailable as an ice statue. “Look, I know I’m not going to marry her. She made that… very clear. I just want to make sure this alliance doesn’t fall apart.”

Oh. Politics. She wasn’t any good at politics. Atteila told her about politics sometimes, but Tilly had a hard time understanding them. Fortunately, it seemed like enough to just listen when her princess started throwing things.

Prince Hanver, however, seemed to want advice, which Tilly was utterly unprepared to give him.

“Don’t know that I can help with that,” Tilly said frankly. She folded the butter into the dough and wrapped it in cloth, before tucking it into the icebox to chill. “I’m a cook. Don’t know much about kingdoms or alliances. Puff pastry, yes, but not politics.”

“So teach me about puff pastry,” Hanver said, and started rolling up his sleeves. Tilly stared at him, her mouth open as she tried to process the prince, who tossed his elegant coat over on a counter and stood before her, apparently prepared to take instruction in baking of all things. He realized that Tilly was staring at him and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Look, I know I’m not… not the smartest guy around. I’m a younger son, and younger sons aren’t expected to be worth much.”

It was strange to think of nobles and their habit of casting their children aside, Tilly mused to herself. The small folk valued every single child they got, first as sparks of joy, and then as hands to join the work and raise the family. Nobles, though. Nobles threw their spare children away like yesterday’s wash-water the moment they stopped being useful.

“You don’t have to be smart to fold pastry,” Tilly decided against her better judgement, and to the incredulous stares of half the kitchen. They were used to seeing Atteila in the kitchens these days, but for Tilly to take in a second wayward royal, well, that was probably madness. “Come here. Maybe getting your hands dirty will help clear your head.”

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the-blind-geisha · 5 years ago

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For the love letter request, if you don't mind, for a pre-madness Sephiroth, sfw, female reader. Flowers are: ZINNIA (MAGENTA) - Lasting Affection, WALL FLOWER/GILLY FLOWER - Faithful in Adversity, Fidelity, Lasting Beauty, VIOLET (WHITE) - Let’s Take A Chance On Happiness, SWEETPEA - Good-by, Departure, Blissful Pleasure, Thank You for a Lovely Time, MILK VETCH - Your presence softens my pain, CAMELLIA (PINK) - Longing, APPLE BLOSSOM - Preference, Better Things to Come, Good Fortune. Thanks in advance!

A/N: Pre-madness Sephiroth, always a delight to write to. X3 Thanks for the request~!

Y/N,

If ever the moment grants it of me, I wish nothing more but to take a mere breath of a second to think of you. Perhaps this line in of itself is too forward, but I know if I stare continuously out at the void of emptiness, I will find myself drowning in an innate fear of avoiding the desire to be honest with myself and with you.

Everywhere I turn, my name is spoken in a magnitude of ways—fear, secret loathing, and false admiration that amounts to merely wishing to take my place and see me fall. But you, y/n... just writing your name and repeating it in my mind a thousand times brings a sort of smile that I can safely say no other has had the delight of witnessing.

You are different, my flower. You have always told me where my place should be when my ego was engorged on the power I was born with. Never have you faltered under fear or any other vile emotion that bows to jealousy, and you, y/n, have kept my heart filled with a sort of light I dare not even speak of in worry it may be blotted out by Midgar's own smog.

Y/N, you continue to grow into the beauty I always envisioned. Every new photograph you've sent my way merely proves I was always right from the start and that you would always be the envy of any flower that dares to find root in Midgar. A flower? Perhaps I am being too weak minded in using such a comparison. A jewel would be better suited as even gazing into your eyes, I find myself lost within the beautifully cut facets of them, and my heart, my body, my soul yearns to be in your embrace once more. I wish to hear you say my name, listen as it departs from your lips even if you dare scold me for being reckless and choosing this path you were vehemently against. As of now, y/n, all I can say is I see your lips move, but it is not your voice that I can hear any longer.

It haunts me... It cripples me during moments such as these where I am lost in thought of what is to come for me—for us.

I dare not say I will fall in battle. Please, do not think of my cryptic writing as so. I am far stronger than any beast that this world would dare throw at me. However, I have found myself locked in their clutches of being their all powerful SOLDIER, and as time becomes convoluted, I am beginning to wonder if I am a monster.

No. Anytime I dare think of such things, I am reminded of how you never once faltered in my presence. Even as I have ventured back to you and displayed my raw power, you never crippled yourself to the warm blanket of anxiety. The others can fear me, but as long as you continue to gaze upon me as an equal, I will not find myself drowning in the thrall of despair.

I covet our times together in my ailing heart, but as our moments apart grow longer, I find myself craving them more. Every breath you'd take upon my skin, every word you'd utter, I can scarcely recall now. They are all but a dream, and I wish of that dream to become a reality yet again. It has been far too long, and I dare not let myself fall further.

I wish to ask of you to come back to my side, and once more, I want to talk of the future—of us.

Does that sentence scare you as much as it does me? Perhaps it is because I know what I want, but as our moments together shorten, I know not what you want. Our conversations have deluded into something I could not handle any longer. I want them to be more open and honest. I want to tell you even now that I love you far more than I possibly should.

But your love softens any pain that can be dealt to me otherwise.

Do not feel you are enslaved to me, my love. I can still covet you as you so request, but please, let me be selfish for this mere moment, and ask to be more for you. I can prove I am worthy of your heart if you merely give me the chance.

For now, I must be off. My duty beckons to me, and while I wish I could spend the time conversing with you no matter the means of which to do so, I have a quest to fulfill.

Forever yours,

Sephiroth

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jiyascoffeeshop · 4 years ago

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— victorian flower language (a)

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dating back to the Victorian times, floriography was used as a means of coded communication through various flowers and floral arrangements, allowing people to express feelings which otherwise could not be spoken. (cr. allflorists.com)

floriography may be used as symbolism in writing.

abor vitae: unchanging friendship

acacia: friendship, beauty in retirement

acacia (rose + white): elegance, friendship

acacia (yellow): secret love

aconite: beware

agapanthus: secret love

agrimony: thankfulness

allium: unity, humility, patience

almond blossom: hope

alstroemeria: devotion, wealth, prosperity, fortune

alyssum: worth beyond beauty

amaryllis: pride, timidity, splendid beauty

ambrosia: your love is reciprocated

anemone: forsaken, expectations

apple blossom: better things to come, good fortune

arbutus: thee only do i love

arum: ardour

asparagus: fern fascination

asphodel: my regrets follow you to the grave

aster: symbol of love, daintiness

aster (chinese): fidelity, variety, i will think of thee

azalea: take care, temperance, fragile / chinese symbol of womanhood

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marvel-and-mischief · 4 years ago

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Apple Blossom

Part of my Floriography Series

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader Words: 1600 Warnings: fluff, slight angst (but only because we know what happens next), pining Synopsis: A few days before the events of the Dreamstone, you have a late night take out with your boss, Maxwell Lord.

Apple Blossom: ‘fame speaks him great and good’

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1st July 1984

You padded barefoot through the empty corridors of the Black Gold building, a bag of Chinese takeout in one hand and your work shoes in the other that had been irritating you after a full day of work. The lights were low and the phones were silent, an all too common occurrence in the past few months. The business was once a bustling ray of money and hope and now it was running out of luck.

You saw the unpaid bills when you picked up Maxwell’s mail, the angry investors that would corner him in his office, demanding their money back. He had to tell you eventually, the company was going under but he had a plan. He couldn’t tell you what, but he had a sure way out of the crippling debt and you found yourself trusting him. There was no reason not to.

You reached Maxwell’s office, tapping on the open door and walking in without waiting for an answer.

Maxwell looked up from behind his desk, a relieved smile growing on his lips as he saw it was you. He placed the magnifying glass that he’d been using in a drawer and gave you his full attention.

“Looking at anything interesting?” you asked, spying pages of a language you couldn’t read and diagrams of rocks you hadn’t seen before.

“No more interesting than the food in that bag,” Maxwell stood and pointed to the takeout in your hand, leading the way to the corner of his office where a comfortable couch was waiting for you. Maxwell moved a cushion for you to sit and took the bag of food from you.

“I am making progress,” Maxwell said excitedly, opening the plastic tubs of various dishes and arranging them on the coffee table.

“Will I get any details today?” Your voice held a teasing edge to it but you wanted to know why he was being so secretive if it meant saving Black Gold.

Maxwell hesitated to answer though, distracting himself with the food before taking a seat next to you on the couch, motioning for you to dig into the takeout.

“Just trust me, all will be revealed soon,” Maxwell spoke around a forkful of noodles and you decided to drop it. He seemed excited and confident about his plans so who were you to question him.

You sat in amiable silence whilst you both ate your food. Times like these were rare a few years back, when you were starting out in the company you would be working well into the late evenings, keeping Maxwell’s mug filled with coffee, answering the phones, signing off on this and that, some days you’d forget to eat.

Now, you found yourself struggling to find something to do. You’d make up work just to fill the time in your day. You weren’t just Maxwell’s PA anymore, you worked general maintenance, dabbled as a cleaning lady, you even drove Raquel home most evenings just to stop yourself chewing your nails down to the skin.

Sometimes you asked yourself why you stuck around. And then you’d take one look at Maxwell, how he brightened up when you entered the room, how much he confided in you about his anxieties about the business and immediately remembered why you had to stay. He needed you and you wanted to be there for him if his plans didn’t work out.

Maxwell would need someone to be his anchor when the ship sunk. And that would be you.

Maxwell gave a sigh of contentment after his last forkful of noodles, placing the empty tub back on the coffee table to rifle through the bag the takeout came in.

“Don’t forget your weekend with Alistair is coming up,” you reminded him, licking sauce from the corner of your lips.

“Huh?” Maxwell was distracted by his new find; a box of fortune cookies at the bottom of the bag, “want to open one? See what our future holds?” he asked with an exaggerated wiggle of his eyebrows. You laughed and nodded, holding out your hand for a cookie.

Maxwell watched as you snapped your cookie in half, pulling the two pieces apart to reveal a slip of paper inside. You carefully pulled it out, placing the cookie pieces on your lap to read the fortune.

“‘Fame speaks him great and good’,” you read, raising an eyebrow to Maxwell who looked surprised, “d’you think that means you?”

Maxwell laughed loudly and ripped the paper out of your hand to check you weren’t making it up.

“It really says that,” Maxwell confirmed, “I keep telling you good things are coming for us.”

You smiled at the look of delight on his face, and thought maybe there truly was nothing to worry about when it came to Maxwell and Black Gold.

“Come on then, open yours,” you nudged his knee with yours, eager to find out what his fortune said.

Maxwell made a show of rolling up his shirt sleeves, making you giggle around a mouthful of your cookie. He cleared his throat and snapped his cookie.

You watched as his eyes widened ever so slightly, before he righted himself and rid his features of anything that resembled what he felt about what he was reading. You frowned, wondering why he was reacting so weirdly. It took too long for Maxwell to read aloud his message, and eventually you had to prompt him by tapping him on the arm.

“Just as I thought, ‘fortune is on the horizon’,” Maxwell laughed but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He pocketed the piece of paper and cleared his lap of crumbs.

“So there’s really nothing to worry about?”

Maxwell looked at you like a deer in headlights, then gave you his award winning smile, his hand reaching over to rest atop yours.

“Absolutely nothing,” he promised, and you believed that he believed that but that didn’t stop you from feeling uneasy about Maxwell’s secretive plans, “we will be okay.”

You mustered up a smile and he tapped your hand before standing.

“I’m going to bathroom,” he stated, and as Maxwell walked through his office a small piece of paper fluttered out of his pocket and fell to the ground.

“Oh, Max-“ but he had already left as you jumped up from the couch to pick it up. You realised it was the fortune he had acted strangely around, and instead of leaving it be, placing it on the table for when he got back, you couldn’t help wanting to look. So that’s exactly what you did.

‘The love of your life is right in front of your eyes’

The breath caught in your throat as you read and re-read the line. It hit you then how badly you wanted it to be true. And suddenly everything made sense. Why you worked so hard for him, why you didn’t entertain the idea of ever leaving Maxwell or Black Gold no matter how much the company was going downhill, you were prepared to ride or die, right to the bitter end. It was because you liked him. And this all but confirmed to you that he didn’t feel the same about you.

You were so busy overthinking your own feelings that you didn’t hear Maxwell returning from the bathroom. He stood over your shoulder, holding his breath as he watched you for your reaction.

“I can’t do anything about it,” Maxwell whispered into the silence of the room, making you spin around in surprise to face him, and you instantly noticed he was a mere couple of feet away from you.

“I knew it,” you sighed, shaking your head. Of course he didn’t like you, you were just his assistant after all.

Just as you were about to turn around and gather your things he grabbed you softly by the arm, making you face him once again.

“That isn’t what I mean,” Maxwell looked lost for words, screwing his eyes shut as he tried to gather his thoughts, “I want to be more than your boss, more than your friend, but this thing I’m doing, that I swear to you will change everything for the better, I need to do that first.”

During his speech Maxwell had stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his and pressing them against his chest, eyes boring into yours. You shouldn’t have been thinking it, not when he was trying to be honest and open with you, but you thought he looked beautiful. You’d always known he was handsome but this close, he had pretty brown eyes and a nose that wouldn’t looked out of place on a marble statue for all to admire.

“I’m doing a big thing for the company, for Alistair, but also for you. So I can be someone you are proud to walk through galas with on your arm, that you are proud to shout about,” Maxwell took a deep breath and slowly rested his forehead against yours, “will you wait for me?”

It was a loaded question, one that stopped you in your tracks but it really shouldn’t have. Waiting is what you’ve been doing, isn’t it? Without even knowing, you’ve been waiting for this moment where you’d wake up to your feelings and be faced with them. You knew you could wait a little longer, especially if Maxwell was promising himself on the other side of whatever he had planned.

“I can wait,” you smiled, leaning forward to place a quick, chaste kiss to his lips, “whatever happens, good or bad, I’ll wait.”

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flawediamond · 4 years ago

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Floriography Masterpost

Abecedary - Volubility Abatina - Fickleness

Acacia Blossom - Concealed Love, Beauty In Retirement, Friendship, Chaste Love

Acacia Rose - Friendship

Acacia Rose White - Elegance

Acacia Yellow - Secret Love

Acalia - Temperance

Acanthus - Arts

Achimeness - Such Worth Is Rare

Acorn - Nordic Symbol Of Life And Immortality

Agrimony - Thankfulness

Alstroemeria - Devotion

Althea - Consumed By Love

Alyssum - Worth Beyond Beauty, Sweet

Amaranth - Unfading Love, Faith, Immortality

Amaranth (Globe) - Immortality, Unfading Love

Amaranth (Cockscomb) - Foppery, Affectation

Ambrosia - Your Love Is Reciprocated

Amaryllis - Splendid Beauty, Pride, Pastoral Poetry

American Cowslip - Divine Beauty, Beauty Divine

American Linden - Matrimony

American Star Wort- Welcome To A Stranger, Cheerfulness In Old Age

Amethyst - Admiration

Anemone - Sincerity, Expectation, Forsaken, Daintiness

Angelica - Inspiration

Angrec - Royalty

Apple Blossom - Preference, Better Things To Come, Good Fortune

Arbutus - Thee Only Do I Love

Arbutus Trailing - Welcome

Arum - Ardor

Asparagus Fern - Fascination

Asphodel - My Regrets Follow You To The Grave

Aster - Symbol Of Love, Daintiness, Talisman Of Love

Aster (China) - Fidelity, Variety, I Will Think Of Thee

Azalea - Take Care, Temperance, Fragile, Passion, Chinese Symbol Of Womanhood

Baby's Breath - Innocence, Pure Of Heart

Bachelor Button - Single Blessedness, Celibacy

Balm - Sympathy, Pleasantry

Balm Of Gilead - Healing, I Am Cured.Relief

Balsam - Ardent Love

Balsam, Red - Touch Me Not. Impatient Resolves

Balsam, Yellow - Impatience

Belladonna - Silence

Bell Flower, Pyramidal- Constancy

Bell Flower (Small White) - Gratitude

Bells Of Ireland - Good Luck

Bird Of Paradise - Given Today From A Woman To Man As A Symbol Of Faithfulness

Bittersweet - Truth

Black Bryont/Lady's Seal - Be My Support

Bluebell- Humility, Constancy, Gratitude

Blue Bottle - Delicacy

Borage - Bluntness, Abruptness, Rudeness

Broom - Humility, Neatness

Buck Bean - Calm Repose

Broken Straw - Constancy

Bulrush - Docility

Burdock - Importunity, Touch Me Not

Buttercup - Childishness, Riches

Butterfly Weed - Let Me Go

Cacalia - Adulation

Cactus - Endurance, My Heart Burns With Love

Calycanthus/Carolina Allspice/Sweet Shrub - Benevolence

Calla Lily - Magnificent Beauty

Camellia - Admiration, Perfection, Good Luck Gift For A Man, Gratitude

Camellia (Pink) - Longing

Camellia (Red) - You're A Flame In My Heart

Camellia (White) - Adoration, Perfection, Loveliness

Canterbury Bells/Bell Flower - Gratitude

Cape Jasmine - I'm Too Happy

Cape Jasmine Gardenia - Transport, Ecstasy

Cardamine - Paternal Error

Cardinal Flower/Scarlet Lobelia - Distinction

Carnation (General) - Fascination, Devoted Love

Carnation (Pink) - I'll Never Forget You, Women's Love

Carnation (Red) - My Heart Aches For You, Admiration

Carnation (Deep Red) - Alas! For My Poor Heart

Carnation (Purple) - Capriciousness

Carnation (Solid Color) - Yes

Carnation (Striped) - No, Refusal, Sorry I Can't Be With You

Carnation (White) - Sweet & Lovely, Innocence, Pure Love, Woman's Good Luck Gift

Carnation (Yellow) - Disapointment, Rejection

Carrot Flower - Do Not Refuse Me

Catchfly (Red) - Youthful Love, I Fall Victim

Cattail - Peace, Prosperity

Cattleya - Mature Charms

Cedar - I Live But For Thee, Think Of Me

Celandine/Pilewort/Figwort - Future Joy

Cereus (Creeping) - Modest Genius

Cereus, Night Blooming - Transient Beauty

Chamomile/Golden Marguerite/Anthemis - Energy In Action

Cherry Blossom (Single) - Education

Cherry Blossom - Spiritual Beauty

Chickweed - I Cling To Thee

Chickory - Frugality, Economy

China Aster - Love Of Variety, I Will Think Of Thee

China Aster, Double - I Partake Your Sentiments

China Aster, Single - I Will Think Of It, Deliberation

China Or Indian Pink - Aversion

China Rose - Beauty Always New

Chinese Chrysanthemum -Cheerfulness Under Adversity

Christmas Rose/Helleborus - Relieve My Anxiety

Chrysanthemum (General) - Abundance & Wealth, Cheerfulness, You're A Wonderful Friend

Chrysanthemum (Red) - Love

Chrysanthemum (White) - Truth

Chrysanthemum (Yellow) - Slighted Love

Cinquefoil - Beloved Child

Clarkia - The Variety Of Your Conversation Delights Me

Clematis - Artifice (Ingenuity)

Clinging Woodbine - Fraternal Love

Clover (Four-Leaf) - Be Mine

Clover (White) - Think Of Me

Clover (Red) - Industry

Colchicum (Meadow Saffron) - My Best Days Fled

Columbine - Columbine -Desertion, Folly

Columbine (Purple) - Resolved To Win

Columbine (Red) - Anxious

Compass Flower - Faith

Convolvus Minor/Bindweed - Uncertainty

Convolvulus Major - Dead Hope, Extinguished Hopes

Convolvulus, Pink - Worth Sustained By Judicious And Tender Affection

Coreopsios - Always Cheerful

Cornflower - Delicacy, Refinement

Coronilla/Crown Vetch - Success To You

Cowslip - Rusticity, Winning Grace, Healing, Youth, Pensiveness

Coxcomb - Foppery, Unfading Love

Cress - Power, Stability, Always Reliable

Crocus - Cheerfulness, Abuse Not, Gladness

Crocus, Spring - Youthful Gladness

Crocus, Saffron - Mirth

Crown Imperial/Fritillaria - Majesty

Cuckoo Plant - Ardour

Daffodil - Regard, Unrequited Love, Sunshine, Respect, The Sun Shines When I'm With You

Daffodil (Yellow ) - Chivalry

Dahlia - Dignity And Elegance, Forever Thine

Daisy - Innocence, Loyal Love, I'll Never Tell, Purity, Beauty

Daisy Ox-Eye - Patience

Daisy (Red) - Beauty Unknown To Possessor

Dandelion - Faithfulness, Happiness, Love's Oracle

Daphane Cneorum/Rose Daphane - I Desire To Please

Daphane Odora/Winter Daphane - I Would Not Have You Otherwise

Dracaena/Dragon's Blood/Dragon Lily - Inner Power

Dead Leaves - Sadness

Delphinium - Big-Hearted, Fun

Dill - Lust

Diosma - Your Simple Elegance Charms Me

Dog Rose - Pleasure And Pain

Dogwood (Flowering) - Am I Indifferent To You?

Dragon Root/Green Dragon (Arum Draconium) - Ardor

Edelweiss/Alpine Cudweed - Daring, Courage, Noble Purity

Eglantine/Sweet-Briar/Rosa Eglantaria - Poetry, I Wound To Heal

Elder Flower - Zeal

Endine - Frugality

Epigaea, Repens/Mayflower/Trailing Arbutus - Budding

Eupatorium/Hardy Ageratum - Delay

Eremurus - Endurance

Euphorbia - Persistence

Everlasting -Never Ceasing Memory

Fern - Magic, Fascination, Confidence, Shelter

Fern (Maidenhair) - Secret Bond Of Love, Discretion

Fern (Royal) - Reverie

Filbert - Reconciliation

Fir - Time

Flax - Domestic Symbol

Flora's Bell - Without Pretension

Flowering Reed - Confide In Heaven

Forget Me Not - True Love, Memories

Forsythia - Anticipation

Foxglove/Fairy Thimbles/Dead Men's Bells - Stateliness, Youth

Foxtail Grass - Sporting

Freesia - Innocence, Trust

Fuchsia (Scarlet) - Confiding Love, Taste

Furze - Love For All Occasions

Gardenia - You're Lovely, Secret Love, Purity, Refinement

Garlic - Courage, Strength, Get Well, Ward Off Evil & Illness

Genetian (Fringed) - Intrinsic Worth, I Look To Heaven, Autumn

Gentian (Closed) - Sweet Be Thy Dreams

Geranium - True Friend, Stupidity, Folly

Geranium (Apple) - Present Preference

Geranium (Ivy) - Your Hand For Next Dance

Geranium (Lemon) - Unexpected Meeting

Geranium (Nutmeg) - I Expect A Meeting

Geranium (Oak-Leaved) - True Friendship, Lady, Deign To Smile

Geranium (Penciled) - Ingenuity

Geranium (Rose) - Preference

Geranium (Scarlet) - Consolation, Melancholy

Geranium (Silver-Leaf) - Recall

Gerbera - Innocence

Gladioli - Generosity, I'm Sincere, Flower Of The Gladiators

Globe Amaranth - Unfading Love

Gloxinia - Love At First Sight

Ginger - Strength

Golden-Rod - Be Cautious, Encouragement

Gooseberry - Anticipation

Goosefoot - Goodness

Gorse - Endearing Affection

Grass - Submission

Grass/Citronella/Camel Grass/Lemon Grass/Ginger Grass - Homosexual Love

Guelder Rose/Snowball - Winter

Harebell/Campanula - Humility, Grief

Hawkweed - Quicksightedness

Heart's Ease/Purple/Johnny Jump Up - Think Of Me

Heart's Ease (Purple) - You Occupy My Thoughts

Heath - Solitude

Heather (Lavender) - Admiration, Solitude

Heather (White) - Protection, Wishes Will Come True

Heliotrope - Devotion

Helmet Flower (Monkshood) - Knight-Errantry

Hemp - Fate

Henbane - For Males To Attract Love From Females

Hepatica (Anemone Nobilis) - Confidence

Hibiscus - Consumed By Love, Delicate Beauty

Holly - Defense, Domestic Happiness, Am I Forgotten

Hollyhock - Fruitfulness

Hollyhock (White) - Female Ambition

Honesty/Lunaria/Dollar Plant/Money Plant - Sincerity

Honeyflower - Sweet, Secret Love, Generous Affection, Sweetness Of Disposition

Honeysuckle - The Bond Of Love

Honeysuckle (Coral) - I Love You

House-Leek - Domestic Economy, Vivacity

Houstonia/Bluet/Quaker Ladies - Content

Hoya/Wax Plant - Sculpture

Huckleberry - Faith, Simple Pleasures

Houstania - Innocence, Content

Humble Plant - Despondency, Humility

Hundred-Leaved Rose - Dignity Of Mind

Hyacinth (General) - Games & Sports, Rashness, Flower Dedicated To Apollo

Hyacinth (Blue) - Consistency

Hyacinth (Purple) - Sorry, Please Forgive Me, Sorrow

Hyacinth (Red Or Pink) - Playful Joy

Hyacinth (White) - Unobtrusive Loveliness, I'll Pray For You

Hyacinth (Yellow) -Jealousy

Hydrangea - Thank You For Understanding, Frigidity, Heartlessness

Hyssop - Cleanliness

Iceland Moss - Health

Ipomaca - I Attach Myself To You

Indian Cress/Nasturtium - Resignation

Iris - Faith, Wisdom, Promise In Love, Hope, Wisdom & Valor

Iris (Yellow) -Passion

Iris (German) - Flame

Ivy - Wedded Love, Fidelity, Friendship, Affection

Ivy (Sprig Of White Tendrils) -Anxious To Please, Affection

Ivy Leaf - Friendship

Ivy Vine - Matrimony, Marriage

Jacob's Ladder - Come Down

Japanese Rose - Beauty Is Your Only Attraction

Japonica - Sincerity, Symbol Of Love

Jasmine (Indian) - Attachment

Jasmine (Spanish) - Sensuality

Jasmine (Yellow) - Modesty, Grace, Elegance

Jasmine (White) -Amiability

Jasmine (Spanish) - Sensuality

Jerusalem Oak - Your Love Is Reciprocated

Jonquil - Love Me, Affection Returned, Desire, Sympathy

Julienne (White) - Despair Not

Jumper - Asylum, Aid, Protection

Justicia - The Perfection Of Female Loveliness

Kalmia (Mountain Laurel) - Treachery

Kennedia - Intellectual Beauty

Kings-Cups - Desire Of Riches, I Wish I Was Rich

Laburnum - Forsaken, Pensive Beauty

Lady's Slipper - Win Me, Capricious Beauty

Lagerstraemia (Indian) - Eloquence

Lantana - Rigor

Larkspur - Levity, An Open Heart, Lightness

Larkspur (Pink) - Lightness. Fickleness

Larkspur (Purple) - Haughtiness

Laurel - Glory

Lauristinus - Cheerful In Adversity

Lavender - Love, Devotion

Lavatera - Sweet Disposition

Lemon Blossom -Fidelity In Love, I Promise To Be True

Lilac(General) - Beauty, Pride

Lilac (Purple) - First Emotions Of Love

Lilac (White) - Youthful Innocence

Lily (General) - Majesty & Honor, Purity Of Heart

Lily (Calla) - Beauty

Lily (Day) - Coquetry, Chinese Emblem For Mother

Lily (Eucharis) - Maiden Charms

Lily (Imperial) - Majesty

Lily (Orange) - Hatred, Dislike

Lily (Scarlet) - High-Bred, High-Souled

Lily (Tiger) - Wealth, Pride, Prosperity

Lily (White) - Virginity, Purity, Majesty, It's Heavenly To Be With You, Youth

Lily (Yellow) - I'm Walking On Air, False, Gay, Gratitude

Lily Of The Valley - Sweetness, Tears Of The Virgin Mary, Happiness, Humility

Liverwort - Confidence

Lobelia - Malevolence

London Pride - Frivolity

Love In A Mist - You Puzzle Me

Love-In-A-Puzzle - Embarrassment

Love-Lies-Bleeding/Amaranthus - Hopeless, Not Heartless, Desertion

Lotus - Estranged Love, Forgetful Of The Past

Lucerne - Life

Lungwort - Thou Art My Life

Lupine - Imagination

Lychnis/Campion/Maltese Cross - Religious Enthusiasm

Magnolia -Nobility, Perseverance, Nobility

Magnolia (Chinese) - Love Of Nature

Magnolia (Grandiflora) -Peerless And Proud

Maiden's Hair - Discretion

Mallow -Delicate Beauty, Sweetness

Mallow (Marsh) - Beneficience

Mallow (Syrian) -Consumed By Love, Persuasion

Mallow (Venetian) - Delicate Beauty

Marigold (Common) -Pretty Love, Sacred,Affection, Caress, Sorrow

Marjoram - Joy, Happiness

Marvel Of Peru/Four O' Clock - Timidity

Meadow (Lychnis) -Wit

Meadow (Saffron) - My Best Days Are Gone

Meadow (Sweet) - Uselessness

Mercury - Goodness

Mayflower - Welcome

Mezereon - Desire To Please

Mignonette - Your Qualities Surpass Your Charms, Health

Milkweed - Hope In Misery

Milk Vetch - Your Presence Softens My Pain

Milkwort - Hermitage

Mimosa - Secret Love

Mint - Virtue

Mistletoe -Kiss Me, Affection, Difficulties, Sacred Plant Of India

Monkshood - Beware, Danger Is Near

Moonwort/Honesty - Forgetfulness

Mouse-Ear Chickweed -Simplicity

Morning Glory - Affection

Moschatel - Weakness

Moss - Maternal Love

Mossy Saxifrage - Affection

Motherwort - Secret Love

Mourning Bride - Unfortunate Attachment, I Have Lost All

Mouse Ear - Forget Me Not

Mugwort/Wormwood - Tranquility, Happiness

Mullein - Good Nature

Myrtle - Love, Joy, Hebrew Emblem Of Marriage

Myrtle (Wax) -Discipline, Instruction

Narcissus - Formality, Stay As Sweet As You Are

Nasturtium - Conquest, Victory In Battle

Night Blooming Cereus -Transient Beauty

Oak Leaves - Bravery

Oleander - Caution

Olive Branch -Peace

Orange Blossom -Innocence, Eternal Love, Marriage, Fruitfulness

Orchid - Love, Beauty, Refinement, Chinese Symbol For Many Children, Thoughtfulness

Orchid (Cattleya) - Mature Charm

Osmunda - I Dream Of Thee

Ox Eye -Patience

Palm Leaves -Victory & Success

Pansy - Merriment, Thoughts (You Occupy My Thoughts)

Parsley - Useful Knowledge

Passion Flower - Faith, Religious Fervor

Pasque Flower - Unpretentious, You Have No Claims

Patience Dock - Patience

Pear -Affection

Peach Blossom - I Am Your Captive

Peony - Shame, Happy Marriage, Compassion, Bashfulness

Peppermint - Cordiality

Periwinkle/Vinca/Myrtle - Early Recollections, Sweet Memories

Periwinkle (Blue) - Early Friendship. Early Attachment

Periwinkle (White) - Pleasures Of Memory, Pleasant Recollections

Persicaria - Restoration

Persimmon - Bury Me Amid Nature's Beauties

Peruvian Heliotrope - Devotion

Petunia - Your Presence Soothes Me

Pheasant's Eye/Adonis - Sorrowful Memories

Phlox - Our Souls Are United, Unanimity

Pimpernel/Poor Man's Weather Glass - Change

Pine - Hope, Pity

Pink- Pure Affection

Pink (Mountain) -You Are Aspiring

Pink (Clove) - Dignity

Pink (Double-Red) -Pure And Ardent Love

Pink (Indian, Double) - Always Lovely

Pink (Indian, Single) - Aversion, Dislike

Pink (Red) -Love, Ardent And Sincere, Pure Love

Pink (Single) -Pure Love

Pink (Variegated) - Refusal

Pink (White) - You Are Fair. Ingeniousness, Talent

Pink (Yellow) - Disdain

Poppy (General) -Eternal Sleep, Oblivion, Imagination

Poppy (Red) - Pleasure

Poppy (White) - Consolation

Poppy (Yellow ) - Wealth, Success

Pomegranate Flower - Elegance

Pride Of China - Dissension

Primrose - I Can't Live Without You, Woman

Primrose (Evening) - Inconstancy

Primrose (Red) - Unpatronized Merit

Prince's Feather - Unfading Love

Pussy Willow - Motherhood

Ragged-Robin -Wit

Ranunculus -I Am Dazzled By Your Charms

Raspberry - Remorse

Red Catchfly - Youthful Love

Reeds - Music

Rest Harrow - Obstacle

Rhubarb - Advice

Rose (Austrian) - Thou Art All That Is Lovely

Rose (Bridal) - Happiness

Rose (Burgandy) - Unconscious Beauty

Rose (Cabbage) - Ambassador Of Love

Rose (Campion) - Only Deserve My Love

Rose (Carolina) - Love Is Dangerous

Rose (Christmas) -Relieve My Anxiety

Rose (Cinnamon) - Without Pretension

Rose (Coral) - Desire

Rose (Damask) - Freshness, Persian Ambassador Of Love

Rose (Dark Crimson) - Mourning

Rose (Dog) - Pleasure & Pain

Rose (Green) - I Am From Mars

Rose (Hibiscus) - Delicate, Beauty

Rose (Leaf) - You May Hope

Rose (Lavender) -Enchantment

Rose (Orange) - Fascination

Rose (Pink) -Perfect Happiness, Secret Love, Grace & Sweetness, Indecision

Rose (Dark Pink) - Thankfulness

Rose (Pale Pink) - Grace, Joy

Rose (Peach) - Immortality, Modesty

Rose (Red) - Love, I Love You, Respect, Beauty

Rose (Deep Red) - Bashful, Shame

Rose (Tea) - I'll Remember - Always

Rose (Thornless) -Love At First Sight, Early Attachment

Rose (White) -Innocence, Purity, Humility, I Am Worthy Of You, Secrecy, Silence

Rose (White & Red Together) -Unity, Flower Emblem Of England

Rose (White-Dried) - Death Is Preferable To Loss Of Virtue

Rose (Yellow) - Joy, Jealousy, Friendship (One Yellow Rose With 11 Red Ones Means Love & Passion)

Rosebud - Beauty & Youth, A Heart Innocent Of Love

Rosebud (Red) - Pure & Lovely

Rosebud (White) - Girlhood, Heart Ignorant Of Love

Rosebud (Moss) - Confessions Of Love

Roses (Bouquet Of Full Bloom) - Gratitude

Roses (Single Full Bloom) - I Love You, Simplicity

Roses (Garland Or Crown Of) -Beware Of Virtue, Reward Of Merit, Symbol Of Superior Merit

Rose (Musk Cluster) - Charming

Rose-Of-Sharon - Consumed By Love

Rosemary - Remembrance

Rush/Horse-Tail -Docility

Saffron Flower - Do Not Abuse, Excess Is Dangerous, Beware Of Excess

Saffron (Meadow) - My Happiest Days Are Past

Sage - Wisdom, Great Respect

Sardonia - Irony

Satin-Flower (Lunaria) - Sincerity, Forgetfulness, Am I Forgotten?

Saxifrage (Mossy) -Affection

Scabious - Unfortunate Love

Scabious (Sweet) -Widowhood

Scarlet Lychnis - Sunbeaming Eyes

Schinus - Religious Enthusiasm

Sensitive Plant - Timidity

Shamrock - Lightheartedness

Sloe - Difficulty, Austerity

Smilax - Loveliness

Snapdragon -Gracious Lady, Strength

Snowball -Thoughts Of Heaven

Snowdrop - Hope, Consolation

Spearmint - Warm Sentiment

Speedwell - Female Fidelity

Spider Flower - Elope With Me

Spiderwort - Esteem Not Love, Esteem, But Not Love

Spring Caroline - Disappointment

Solidago - Success

Star Of Bethlehem -Atonement, Reconciliation

Starwort - Welcome To A Stranger

Stephanotis -Marital Happiness, Desire To Travel

Stock- Bonds Of Affection, Promptness, You'll Always Be Beautiful To Me

Stonecrop - Tranquility

Straw Flower - Agreement

Straw - Agreement, United

Straw (Broken) - Broken Agreement

Sumac/Sumach -Splendid, Intellectual Excellence

Sunflower ( Dwarf) - Adoration

Swallow-Wort -Cure For Heartache

Sweet Briar - Poetry, Simplicity

Sweetbrier (European) - I Wound To Heal

Sweetbrier (Yellow) -Decrease Of Love, Let Us Forget

Sweet Flag - Fitness

Sweetpea - Good-By, Departure, Blissful Pleasure, Thank You For A Lovely Time

Sweet-Sultan - Felicity, Happiness

Sweet-William - Grant Me One Smile, Gallantry

Sytingia/Mock Orange/Lilac - Memory, Fraternal Love

Teasel (Dipscaus) - Misanthropy

Tendrils Of Climbing Plants - Ties

Thrift (Armeria) - Sympathy

Traveler's Joy - Rest, Safety

Tremella - Resistance

Truffle - Surprise

Trumpet Flower/Angel's Trumpet/Datura - Separation

Tuberose - Dangerous Pleasures, Voluptuousness, Sweet Voice

Tulip (General) -Perfect Lover, Fame, Flower Emblem Of Holland

Tulip (Red) - Believe Me, Declaration Of Love

Tulip (Variegated) - Beautiful Eyes

Tulip (Yellow) - There's Sunshine In Your Smile

Tussilage - (Sweet-Scented) - Justice Shall Be Done You

Valerian (Common) - Accommodating Disposition

Valerian (Greek) - Rupture

Valerian (Red) - Readiness

Venice Sumach - Splendour. Intellectual Excellence

Venus' Car - Fly With Me

Venus's Flytrap - Caught At Last

Venus's Looking-Glass -Flattery

Verbena - Pray For Me, Sensibility

Verbena (Pink) - Family Union

Verbena (Purple) - I Weep For You, Regret

Verbena (White) - Pray For Me

Veronica - Fidelity

Verinoca Speciosa - I Dare Not

Veronica Speedwell -Fidelity

Vernal Grass - Poor But Happy

Vervain - Enchantment

Vetch - I Cling To Thee, Shyness

Vine - Intoxicating

Violet - Modesty, Virtue, Affection

Violet (Blue) - Watchfulness, Faithfulness, Love

Violet (White) -Let's Take A Chance On Happiness

Violet (Dame) - Watchfulness, You Are The Queen Of Coquettes

Violet (Purple) - You Occupy My Thoughts

Violet (Sweet) - Modesty

Violet (White) - Purity, Candor, Modesty, Innocence, Let's Take A Chance On Happiness

Violet (Yellow) - Modest Worth, Rural Happiness

Virginian Spiderwort - Momentary Happiness

Virgin's Bower/Clematis -Filial Love (Filial: Referring To A Son Or Daughter)

Viscaria - Will You Dance With Me?

Volkamenia - May You Be Happy

Wall Flower/Gilly Flower - Faithful In Adversity, Fidelity, Lasting Beauty

Watcher-By-The-Wayside - Never Despair

Water Lily - Purity Of Heart

Wax Plant - Susceptibility

Windflower - Sincerity, Symbol Of Love

Wintergreens - Harmony

Wisteria - Welcome

Witch Hazel -A Spell

Wolfbane/Aconite/Turk's Cap/Friar's Cap/Bear's Foot - Misanthropy, Chivalry, Knight

Woodbine - Fraternal Love

Wood Sorrel - Joy, Maternal Tenderness

Wormwood/Artemisia - Absence, Do Not Be Discouraged

Yarrow - Cure For Heartache

Zephyr Flower - Sincerity, Symbol Of Love

Zinnia (Magenta ) - Lasting Affection

Zinnia (Mixed ) - Thinking (Or In Memory) Of An Absent Friend

Zinnia (Scarlet) - Constancy

Zinnia (White) - Goodness

Zinnia (Yellow) - Daily Remembrance

#flowers #masterpost

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husbandograveyard · 4 years ago

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Hello Hazel! Can I please ask for flower language for Hades from kamigami no asobi? Thank you!

yes you can anon, I don’t get enough kamigami requests ever Q.Q

💐 ~ Flower Language: this flower symbolizes their relationship with s/o

Apple blossom: Good fortune, Harbinger of better things

Hades needs so. much. time. to get over his misfortune misconceptions. He does his best to stay away from you as much as possible until he can no longer deny his love and has no choice but to give in.

The apple blossom stands for good fortune like your relationship serves as a countercurse for all the things he drags along with him. It’s a harbinger of better things, because his isolation and loneliness is coming to an end. With you in his heart, he finds it easier to allow others. He learns to be more in sync with his feelings, which in turn only makes your relationship grow.

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participate in the valentine’s event. (click)

#kamigami no asobi #hades aidoneus #hades aidoneus x reader #hades x reader #hazel hearts emojis #mini headcanons #valentine's event #Anonymous

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snakeboistan · 5 years ago

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Policing His Heart

Pairing: Sugino x Nagisa

This is loosely based off of the TV Show ‘ Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries ‘, which is now honestly my favourite show. Like I am only four episodes in and I am literally in love with every single character and Miss Fisher and Detective Inspector Robinson is literally Irina x Karasuma if they lived in the 1920s. And yes, I know that back then boy x boy was a crime (actually the episode that I took inspiration from is about how one of the suspects was man that’s in a relationship with his male best friend and the murder victim had evidence of it - but he didn’t go to jail because he was protected by Miss Fisher and the Detective Inspector when they got rid of the evidence) but let’s just pretend that people aren’t stupid and the world didn’t suck, okay

“So do you have any possible suspects, Miss?” Nagisa asked as he entered Irina’s lavish bedroom with a tray filled with plates, slices of toast and a variety of jams. The woman of the house herself was exquisitely reclining on the gold silk sheets of her queen sized bed, her scarlet robe flowing around her like she was a goddess as she continued to read the newspaper article that detailed yesterday’s murder.

“Oh you know, the usual,” Irina supplied to her companion, setting the paper down on her lap, “vengeful wife, greedy children, business enemies. The first people that come to mind when a wealthy charmer has been killed.”

“Did Mr Willis have many enemies?” the blunette inquired as he handed the breakfast tray to the blonde.

“A man of his reputation always has many enemies. It’s figuring out which one is daring enough to stab him which is the issue. Oh, come here, Nagisa, sit next to me” Irina called, patting the space on the duvet beside her.

“Yes, Miss,” Nagisa nodded and made his way around the bed so that he could sit by her side, making sure that he doesn’t crumple her garments. Irina made a pleased sound and she picked up a slice of toast and a butter knife with her manicured hands, deftly spreading on some strawberry jam before handing it to the boy.

“I think I’m going to have a word with Mr Thompson today,” the woman mused, “he was at the party yesterday and I’ve got a feeling that he has more information than he’s letting on.”

“Mr Thompson,” Nagisa inquired, “Clark Thompson? But he seemed so nice during last week’s party at the Robinson’s. I would hardly consider him someone that would kill.”

“Ahh, Nagisa, everyone is capable of murder when they are backed into a corner, and given Mr Willis’ business in blackmail I wouldn’t strike anyone at the party off of the list of possible suspects.”

“You seem to have few ideas on what to do, Miss,” Nagisa observed, “Is there anything you wish for me to do here in the house once you are out?”

“Nothing much, just make sure that the laundry is done and you can spend the rest of the day doing what you want. Although I may require for you to stay here in case I need to call on you. Oh that reminds me,” Irina chimed, a slight smirk forming at the corner of her crimson mouth, “I was having a word with Tadaomi at the crime scene yesterday.”

“And,” Nagisa said, because he felt as if she was silently goading him to ask, “what did Detective Inspector Karasuma say?”

“Well, apparently Constable Sugino wishes to ask you to the Fireman and Policeman’s ball.”

Nagisa choked on his mouthful of toast, sending stray crumbs onto his plain woolen brown waistcoat, “me?!”

‘Why yes,” she smiled innocently, taking her own bite of toast, “I don’t find it surprising. Our dear constable is very clearly taken with you.”

Nagisa blushed, looking down, “Oh, I wish you would stop teasing me, Miss.”

“I’m a detective, darling. It’s my job to observe people and gather information.”

“I’d much rather you do your detective work on your cases and not on me though. Anyhow, if he truly wishes to ask me, he’s cutting it awfully close - the ball is in two days.”

“Oh the poor man is simply nervous,” Irina waved him off, “give him time, he’ll surely come around. Now come on, I’ve got a suspect to visit.”

…..

When Nagisa walked into the Police Station to deliver his basket of baked treats to Irina, he stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of the ebony-haired policeman behind a camera. He was currently taking photographs of his employer, who seemed to have the time of her life by posing like a film actress, flaunting her figure with every click and shutter.

“Miss Jelavic,” Constable Sugino said with amusement, “I must ask you to keep still.”

“Oh darling,” she winked, “I never stay still.”

Nagisa cleared his throat, causing both the policeman and Irina to swivel their heads towards her, Irina grinned as Nagisa tightened his hold on the basket. Sugino’s eyes widened and his cheeks started to blossom with a faint rosy hue, almost dropping the camera if it weren’t for the fact that it was on a stand.

“I brought your lunch, Miss,” he informed the blonde woman. He turned to the smiled nervously, “good afternoon, Constable Sugino” - he nodded at the tall, no-nonsense policeman that stood at the doorway of the office - “Detective Inspector Karasuma.”

“Good-good afternoon, Nagisa,” Sugino stuttered, giving his own embarrassed smile, “I hope you’re well.”

Karasuma gave his own greeting before asking Irina, “you ordered lunch.”

“Why yes I did.”

“You said that the call was for an emergency.”

“Yes, I’m hungry.”

Karasuma gave an exasperated sigh as Irina took the basket from her companion.

“Excuse me,” Nagisa said, “I don’t mean to intrude but what was going on earlier?”

“I happened to catch Miss Jelavic in the act of breaking and entering,” Karasuma answered with irritation.

“It’s not breaking and entering if the window was already open,” Irina waved him off, “now why don’t you and I have a talk in your office about what was in that folder. You can have a piece of Nagisa’s apple pie, it’s to die for.”

Nagisa watched as Irina dragged Karasuma into his office, shutting the door behind them, before his eyes found themselves wandering towards Sugino only to find that the Constable was already looking at him. The two of them stared at each other for a second before retracting their gazes, cheeks blazing.

“So,” Sugino started.

“Yes, Sugino,” Nagisa smiled at him.

“I-uh-well, you-uh- see,” he was ringing his hands, as if he was mustering up the courage to ask Nagisa something homogeneously of Oliver Twist asking for more, “the thing is, Nagisa, there’s something I’ve got to tell you.”

“Yes,” Nagisa urged.

“I-I, I hope that,” Sugino looked straight into his eyes and his expression faltered, “I hope that you could-could-haveaniceday.”

The brunette blinked at the plastered smile that the navy-eyed man threw on after rushing out the last part of his sentence, something in his heart falling. He gave his own smile at Sugino, “thank you, Constable Sugino. I hope that you do too.”

….

“So, did you ask him?”

“No, Sir, I lost my nerve at the last second.”

“For heaven's sake, Constable, it’s a dance not a marriage proposal.”

“I know, I know.”

…..

“Oh,” Nagisa cried as he continued to pace the study, “I do hope that she’s alright.”

“Don’t worry Nagisa,” Taisei Yoshida said from where he was leaning against the study’s doorway with his arms crossed, “I’m sure that Miss is alright.”

“But it’s been an hour since she’s left to find the murderer,” Nagsa argued, hands flying everywhere, “she could be in danger. I hate not knowing how she is, I couldn’t even finish darning the pillowcases with how much my hands are shaking.”

“Why don’t I get you some tea,” Irina’s butler, Yuuma Isogai, offered kindly, “it would help calm your nerves.”

“Well, I don’t know about tea,” Ryouma Terasaka grumbled, “But I could use a drink. I still don’t see why she didn’t bring us with her - we always help her out!”

“Could you get us some cups of tea and a bottle of whisky please, Yuuma,” Taisei asked.

“Certainly.”

When Isogai left, Taisei turned to the still panicking Nagisa, “Calm down, Nagisa. You know Miss Jelavic. That woman is strong enough to handle herself even if she wasn’t accompanied by that Detective. She carries around a golden revolver at all times for crying out loud. Or are you worrying because it’s not just Miss that has left but also the Detective Inspector’s right hand man.”

“Huh, who?” Terasaka asked as Nagisa paused and blushed, gulping and looking down.

“Constable Tomohito Sugino,” Taisei enunciated with a sly grin, “the chap that helped us during the Asano case. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he seems to be quite taken with our Nagisa.”

“It’s not like that,” Nagisa mumbled, face still red, “we’re just acquaintances.”

“I see,” Taisei smirked, sharing a look with Ryouma, “well, I know just what to take your mind out of this. Let me tell you what I heard from Taiga Okajima at the pub-”

He was cut off by the doorbell and heavy knocking at the door. Isogai’s voice could be heard saying, “Good evening, Miss, Detective Inspector.”

Nagisa gasped and rushed to the door, breathing out, “Miss, you’ve returned!”

Irina smirked, “Of course I have.”

“So you’ve caught him?”

“What do you expect? Now if you gentlemen don’t mind me, I am going to have a nice warm bath.”

As Irina sauntered up the stairs, the ends of her white fur stole swaying in tandem, Nagisa turned towards the two policemen at the door. After exchanging a glance with his subordinate, Detective Inspector Karasuma nodded at him, “I’ll be taking my leave then.”

Only Nagisa and Sugino were left at the entrance. Sugino looked at the shorter boy and opened his mouth, about to say something when Nagisa spoe instead,

“Are you alright? Did the murderer hurt you?”

“Wha-,” Sugino’s eyes widened, “no, no. Fortunately I am unharmed.”

“That’s good,” Nagisa smiled, “I was so worried. I-”

“Will you accompany me to the policemen and firemen’s ball?”

Silence descended onto the duo as Sugino’s blurted out words registered in Nagisa’s head. Nagisa inhaled deeply, staring intently at the Constable before him, the same Constable whose name would make him feel something in his soul like no other word could, whose face shined with nothing but kindness and soft care that made his day brighten in ways he couldn’t describe.

“Yes,” he breathed, feeling breathless and giddy, “I would love to.”

“Oh,” Sugino stated plainly, taken aback. He said nothing for a moment, his face had yet to lose its rosy hue, but then a shaky, exuberant smile made its way onto his mouth, “alright then. I’ll pick you up at ten?”

“That works for me.”

“Wonderful.”

…..

Later that week, Sugino extended the crook of his elbow towards Nagisa. The blue-haired boy smiled, remembering the star-struck look the policeman wore when he saw him wearing his raven black tuxedo (perfectly tailored by one of Irina’s friends - “almost too perfectly,” Irina herself had quipped). Nagisa interlocked his own arm through and together they walked into the ballroom.

#assassination classroom #sugino x nagisa #my writing

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