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allaboardthevespa · 2 months

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60 Ways Ellie and Gabby Express Their Love for Each Other

Had a nap, and cooked up this idea in my head

Ellie towards Gabby:

Adjusting her hairbow if it’s out of place

Giving her hugs for no reason

Surprising her with bouquets of flowers

Ellie stopping whatever she’s in the middle of doing to run up to Gabby and give her a kiss on her cheek or nose

Putting an arm around her when they’re sat together

Petting her hair

Gently stroking her cheeks with a finger

Tilting her head up towards her so they make eye contact

Interlacing their fingers while they’re holding hands

Peppering her face with kisses with cute lil “mwah” sounds to get her giggling

Gently kissing her hand while they’re dancing together

Completely and totally accomodating and respecting her vegan diet

Singing to her to calm her down when she’s in full freakout mode

Gently wiping away her tears when she’s crying

Constantly. CONSTANTLY telling her she’s adorable

Kissing her cheeks when she blushes afterwards

Making her chai lattes for no reason other than to brighten her day

Cuddling with her DEEPLY when she’s sad or sick

Drawing her pictures of cute animals in her notebook

“Hey…remember that I love you, okay?”

Telling her about the amazing future they want her to have – and accomodating Gabby’s needs and desires perfectly (“We’ll have a cozy cottage in the forest, and all your animals will be given a comfy home, and we’ll fill the window boxes with hyacinths…”)

Booping her nose

Lighting her favorite scented candles, ready for her whenever she comes to their bedroom

Reading while Gabby rests her head on her shoulder, taking a pause and giving her gentle kisses on her face

Giving her big, warm, twirly hugs

Sharing her food with her and feeding her

Keeping her relaxed and happy when she’s scared during a thunderstorm

Letting her cry on her shoulder and whispering gentle “I love you”s to her

Tickling her once she’s done crying to get her laughing again

Writing her romantic poems

Gabby towards Ellie:

Playing with her hair

Counting her freckles while they’re cuddling

Telling her incredibly lame but adorable jokes

Listening to her vent out her frustrations with her job(s)

Taking her out for sorbet afterwards

Filling their bedroom with lilacs or lavender to soothe her every day

Always washing her sheets and blanket when she’s away

Baking some delicious desserts for her and bringing them to her while she’s busy drawing in her notebook

Giving her a back massage when she’s tense

Making coffee for her after she’s had a long night

Letting her rest when she used to have sleepless nights (and telling her job people who complain at her to fuck off)

Calling her increasingly sugary pet names to make her laugh (“Cuppy-cake! Smoochy-bear! Sweetie-weetie-heart!”)

Gushing over the smallest things she does

Initiating cuddle fights to cheer her up after a bad day (Ellie always wins)

Giving her lots of romantic “I love and miss you sweetie!!!” texts when one of them is busy at work

Telling her about all the amazing trips she’d like to take with her

Letting her play with her pets

Picking a pretty flower she sees and putting it in Ellie’s hair

Giving her kisses every few steps when they’re walking together

Giving her the warmest hugs whenever she’s cold

Taking photos of flowers she sees at her flower shop job, or cute animals at her animal shelter job, and texting them to Ellie to brighten her day

Carrying her to bed whenever she falls asleep on the couch or on her shoulder while they’re outside

Letting her hug some of her stuffed animals when she’s sad

Leaving her notes with messages of love every morning when she wakes up

Inviting her to lie under the sun with her on a warm day where they just simply talk

Gently tracing her finger along her back while they’re cuddling

Saying “you’re the best!” out of the blue with no reason for it, just to remind her how much she loves her

Asking “you want a hug?”. A LOT

Gently grasping her hand if she’s worried about something

Just finding any little opportunity she can to tell her, “I love you”

#disventure camp #disventure camp ellie #disventure camp gabby #ellabby #gabellie #my writing #(i guess lmao)#fluff #tooth rotting fluff #fluff prompts #(if anyone wants to write ellabby fluffs using these as prompts anyway)

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rabbitenn · 5 months

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TEARS OVER.

@highcollargirl requested: can you write sogo x fem reader where mc falls ill and sogo takes care of her and they kiss at the end.

ft. Osaka Sogo x fem! reader.

cw/genre: comfort/fluff.

Thank you for requesting, this is a very soft and sweet idea ! I hope it’s to your liking <3 I’m deeply sorry it took me so long to post it…

Everything seems blurry.

With weakening steps, you try to make it to the kitchen, perhaps you’re just dehydrated.

But no, this is wrong.

Why is it so hot? And what’s this coat of cold sweat drenching your clothes?

Just a little more…

Leaning against the wall, you finally make it to the kitchen, parched lips finally tasting the insipid sweetness of cool water.

And yet, the awful sensation doesn’t dissipate.

Your breathing grows heavier, it might be best to go back to bed.

Was the room always spinning, though?

This is bad, your legs can’t hold you anymore.

The last thing you remember before blackness engulfs you is the hard wooden floor hitting your knees and a subtle lavender fragrance, wrapping itself around you in balmy waves of softness.

—

You come to in a warm lit room.

Your room.

You remember exiting it this morning, but the way back to it… it’s all blurry.

Perhaps you dreamt it in your feverish state; however, you think you remember someone holding your body, a steady heartbeat lulling you into the peaceful sleep you hadn’t known for days.

Your lashes flutter open, the purple skies outside sending in dusk light into the space.

“You are finally awake, dear.” A soothing voice greets you.

Then, you register the pleasing sensation of someone caressing your hair, their movements soothing the heat and sweat.

And when you turn towards the voice you always loved to hear sing, your gaze meets one that matches the violet clouds of the crepuscular skies.

“So…” You call him, voice still hoarse from sleep and fever.

He brushes a few unruly strands away from your eyes, his touch so delicate; a barely there brush of butterfly wings against your flushed skin.

“How are you feeling?” Your lover asks, already knowing the answer can’t really be all that good, just by seeing your lidded eyes.

You stretch a little, sitting up in bed.

“Not great, honestly.” You mumble, bringing a hand to your forehead. Your thoughts are still fuzzy, a sharp pain piercing through them in chaotic disarray.

“I expected that much.” Sogo says, a concerned smile reaching his lips.

And it must be your jumbled mind, but you think a kiss from him would make all your pain disappear.

Before you can tell your boyfriend that, though, he adds:

“You should probably lie down for now, dearest. I’ll bring you some snacks, okay?”

Truth is, the prospect of eating your favorite treats sounds very tempting right now, but you don’t want Sogo to leave.

And you are aware you’re probably being childish and whiny, but you don’t care about that right now.

Before he can get up from the bed, the idol feels a slight tug on his sweater’s sleeve.

“Stay here…” You ask, as you look up at him.

And something in the way you ask, something about your tired tone, and your eyes that you’re struggling to keep focused, tugs at your partner’s heartstrings.

He could never say no to you, after all, could he?

Lashes of moonlit hyacinth brush against his cheekbones as he graces you with one of his tender expressions.

Under warm ironed covers, he joins you, the softness of his embrace a thousand times more comforting than any blanket. To be with him is to stand beneath demure lilac skies, a spring breeze gently touching every blossom, their fragrance wafting around and towards aster hued clouds.

You nuzzle against Sogo’s chest, as his lips tenderly place a kiss to your temples.

From between fluffy blankets, you look up at him.

His lips are too tempting for your dry lips.

You need him.

But at the same time, you don’t want him getting sick too… He has important work, both for IDOLiSH7 and MEZZO.

If he couldn’t perform because of you…

Your line of thought shatters at the call of your name, his voice barely above a whisper.

So’s face is millimeters away from yours, warm breaths mingling together.

And against yours, and his, better judgment, you both lean in.

Starlight and an horizon lined in shades of amethyst collide when his lips touch yours, a starry nebula, opening the gateway into a shared parenthesis in time, dyed in morning glories.

—

The next time you open your eyes, you are in a dim lit room.

You know this room.

Its walls have witnessed the affection shared between you and the man holding you close to his chest right now, after all.

“Good morning, So.” You whisper, planting a delicate kiss to his jawline. “I love you.” Are your words, before you cuddle against him, for a few more minutes of sweet dreamy indulgence.

Your boyfriend’s kisses were certainly the best medicine.

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #idolish7 imagines #ainana #ainana x reader #i7 #osaka sogo #osaka sogo x reader #sogo osaka #idolish7 hadcanons #idolish7 scenarios #idolish7 fluff #idolish7 x you #idolish7 x y/n #idolish seven #anime x reader #anime imagines #anime fluff

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tina-mairin-goldstein · 2 months

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Welcome to the Murder Husband and Murder Family language of flowers fanfiction collection, Words Are Not The Only Way.

This collection will be posted on AO3 and feature stories with the theme of the language flowers.

The collection will open by 3:00 PM Eastern Standard Time on March 19th, 2024. The spring equinox.

⬇️ List of rules and flowers below the cut. ⬇️

The rules are simple: Claim a flower from the list posted below, and write a story featuring the flower and its meaning. It can be a Will/Hannibal, Will & Hannibal, Will & Abigail, Hannibal & Abigail, or Will & Hannibal & Abigail.

What is NOT allowed is Abigail paired with Will or Hannibal, or smut. Sexual content is allowed, so long as it is non-graphic, cut to black, or implied. No Explicit fics are allowed, unless it's for canon-typical violence.

AUs are allowed, including omega verse and mpreg.

Original child characters may be mentioned, so long as they are not the main focus of the story.

Past pairings are allowed, or Will/Molly and Will/Margot and Hannibal/Bedelia and Hannibal/Alana to follow canon, but otherwise, Murder Husbands. No thruples or anything, please. No crossovers or anything within the HEU. Keep it Hannibal.

Stories may be any length you wish.

Flowers are claimed on a first come, first served basis. Please put your claim in the notes below. I will make a list of who has claimed which and attach it. If more people would like to participate, I will add more flowers. Many flowers have many different meanings, so you may pick one meaning among the others, or choose to incorporate them all. That is up to you.

FLOWERS

Rosemary- Remembrance (This one is claimed by me)

Zinnia- I mourn your absence, friendship, endurance, daily remembrance, goodness, lasting affection

Snowdrop- Hope

Lilac- First emotions of love, happiness, tranquility

Hyacinth- Forgiveness and sorrow (purple), desire (general)

Eglantine Rose- Pleasure and pain

Butterfly Weed- Let me go

Cyclamen- Resignation, diffidence, goodbye

Lavender- Distrust, serenity

Marigold- Grief, jealousy

Peony- Bashfulness, happy life, shame

Salvia- I think of you (blue), forever mine (red)

Bittersweet- Truth

Hellebore- Anxiety

White Rosebud- Girlhood

Petunia- Anger, resentment, your presence soothes me

Amaryllis- Pride

Forsythia- Anticipation

Lady's Mantle- Comfort, I am here for you

Willow- Sorrow

Honeysuckle- True happiness, good fortune, sweetness toward one another

The flowers themselves can appear in many different forms, too! In the garden, bouquets, out in the wild, spotted at the florist, made into a tea, in a drawing, as a scent; anything you like! If it's in tea or food, make sure it isn't poisonous, unless your goal is death or sickness. Have fun!

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #abigail hobbs #murder husbands #murder family #fanfic #fanfiction #language of flowers

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i23kazu · 1 year

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　　　　　　　YING'S 1.5K MILESTONE EVENT

✿ notes from ying :

thank you all for the milestone !!! it's so crazy that we're literally halfway to 2k... just another 500 more! thank you all for sticking around this long, you all are incredible and it makes me so happy that i'm able to interact with you guys on the daily!! sorry not sorry for spamming yall with talks with my moots and heehee peepee. i love u all <3 big thank u to my moots who keep me sane...

✿ event details :

part i. PICK A FLOWER PROMPT AND CREATE SOMETHING OUT OF IT

this is for everyone! any genshin creators may join this part of the event.

all you have to do is sign up with the google form link below! remember to pick your characters and your prompt, then tag me in your post! and tag the post with "#ambrosial; i23kazu's 1.5k event"!

signups open until 20th april! all creators are welcome to participate ^^

part ii. SEND ME SENTENCE STARTERS AND I'LL WRITE A DRABBLE

this part is just for me! look below for the rules!

"part i. will be a collab with other creators, but part ii. will be solely my part!"

✿ flower prompts :

hyacinth : angst , hurt and comfort. | platonic/romantic, open ended

rose : angst , reeling from the death of a loved one. | platonic/romantic

marigold : angst , first few days after breaking up | romantic

daffodils : angst + fluff , healing after an argument together | platonic/romantic

tulips : fluff , unconditional love | platonic/romantic, open ended

purple lilac : fluff , the first few days of getting together | romantic

sunflowers : fluff , surprising (character) with something they love | platonic/romantic

calla lily : fluff , getting married to (character) | romantic

lady's mantle : fluff , comforting (character) | romantic/platonic

yellow roses : fluff , hanging out with (character) | platonic

part i of the event is open to all creators, whether you're a writer / artist / editor / creator! please feel free to join and sign up at this link here!

✿ sentence starters :

from today onwards, please send in sentence starters! i'll only be taking 10 sentence starters, so make sure you send yours in quick! please format it this way: sentence starter + character x reader + romantic/platonic. i will not accept nsfw requests, please read my rules before requesting!

#[📝 stewardess' notepad!]#[📢 in flight announcements!]#THANK YOU ALL SOOOO MUCH AHHH #milestone post #genshin x reader

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houseofhurricane · 1 year

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Would you be down to writing anything Elucien

In the name of @sjmromanceweek, I wrote you some smutty Elucien, hope you like it!

Lucien winnows Elain to the Spring Court gardens with a smile on his face. Not the pleasant smile of a courtier or a High Lord’s son, but the smile of a wolf with a meal in view.

Elain’s corselet feels too tight for all the breath she requires.

“What business do you have to discuss with Tamlin?” she asks, though the manor is not even in view. Around them, lilacs bloom, and hyacinths, their scent heady.

“He doesn’t know we’re here,” Lucien says, leading her towards a stone bench. He hasn’t touched her since they emerged from the darkness, and Elain notices the absence, feels it in the clench of her thighs, the emptiness at her core.

She accepted the mating bond a month ago, and sometimes she wakes up in the night, her legs straddling Lucien, already kissing him. As if no hour can be survived without his touch.

He waves toward the bench with a flourish. “Sit,” he says, and then, when she obeys, he lavishes that wolf-grin on her again, and adds, “touch yourself.”

“I like it better when you touch me,” she protests, even as she lets herself fall against the stone.

“I know,” he says, looming over her, that rakish grin still on his lips. “And now I want to know how you survived all those years when you pretended I didn’t exist.”

“You know what I look like.” She reaches out towards him, aiming to brush her fingers against his cock, but he moves away before she can make contact. She can see the outline of it, hard beneath his fitted trousers. She feels the absence of him like a touch.

“Put your hand up your skirts.”

Instead, Elain reaches for the top button of her bodice. Because when she was alone in bed, in her first years in Prythian, lonely and aching, she took her pleasure slowly. Until she could forget who touched her.

She watches Lucien’s russet eye turn almost the same color as the whirring golden one as she undoes the placket of delicate buttons and pushes aside her corselet, so that her breasts are free. She circles them with her fingers, tracing the rosy skin around her nipple with the edge of her nail, until she can feel a pulse in her core.

“What if Tamlin finds us?” she asks, surprised by how breathless she is. How out of control already. She had meant to make him fuck her, hard and quick, but instead Lucien shakes her head.

“The High Lord of Spring has a meeting in the Autumn Court.” She wonders if he cannot say her name. If some primal jealousy controls him now, at the sight of her bared breasts, her pale skin gone rosy from the attentions of her fingers.

She arches her back. She forces him to look at her as she unfastens every button, removes her bodice and her corselet. Each garment falls to the ground with a sigh, until she only wears her skirts and petticoats. Half of her bare and half of her hidden by fabric.

When she looks at Lucien, his mouth is slightly open and his eyes are fixed on her body. On the place where, beneath her skirts, her sex feels molten, aching. Every movement of the air leaves an impression on her skin. Even the scent of the lilacs makes her want to moan.

Still, she does not move her hands to where she needs them.

“What did it feel like,” he asks, finally, “all those nights when you touched yourself to sleep and tried not to think of me?”

“Never as good as you inside me,” she answers. Spreading her legs wide. Biting her lip against the feeling of muslin against the inside of her thighs.

“Touch yourself, lady,” he says.

She bites her lip and braces herself, then springs. He lands on the grass below the lilac tree with Elain over him, her thighs bracketing his hips. Her sex over the bulge of his cock. The scent of his arousal mingling with the sweetness of the blossoms that surround them.

A part of her wants to linger inside this moment forever. And a part of her aches too much to wait.

“I have a better plan,” she tells him, and then she kisses him, her fingers on the buttons of his trousers.

In a second, with that grin on his lips, he lifts her skirts and then, a moment later, she feels his mouth on her sex.

“I tried not to think of you,” she says, even as his tongue moves across the seam of her, circling her clit. “I tried—”

“Don’t lie to me.” He growls the words and she arches against him, into his mouth, so that his teeth graze her and she cries out with startled pleasure.

Always she finds herself surprised that it could be this good, with him.

“Tell me who you thought of, then,” he says, when she doesn’t speak. His breath on her heated skin is enough to make her moan.

“I tried not to think of anything. And then I would dream of you, and you were—you were wicked and I never wanted you to stop.”

“What did I do?” he asks, before he uses his tongue again, reaching so that his thumb traces the curve of her breast.

Elain struggles to gain enough breath to speak.

“You bound me, sometimes,” she says, as he works her flesh with his mouth. She has never spoken of the dreams and fantasies to anybody, even in some locked and hidden room, but now she is too far gone to care about the depth of what she’s confessing to Lucien. “You used your teeth. You left me marked, so that I could not deny you were my mate.”

He bites the inside of her thigh and she yelps, reaching past the fabric of her skirts to twine her fingers in his hair. When she pulls, he lets out a groan. As if he likes this too, the marking and the pain amidst the pleasure. The reminder that they’re here inside these bodies, belonging to each other.

“You’re mine,” he says against her skin, and Elain comes on the words alone.

Darkness falls before they leave the garden. The scent of crushed flowers lingers on their skin for days.

#elucien #elucien fic #elucien smut #sjm romance week #asked and answered #sjmromanceweek2023

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myers-meadow · 2 years

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🌼Slashers and their favourite flowers🌼

It's finally spring! The air smells sweet, the temperature is pleasant, the fields are filled with colour and the buzzing of bees ☘. That got me thinking about flowers and what flowers each slasher would like. So - here it is! A list of headcanons about flowers 💕.

Of course all of these are my personal opinion, feel free to disagree and write your own list. I'm sure something similar exists, but still, thought I'd have fun with some hcs ^^

Link to my writing masterlist.

Dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Michael Myers (RZ)

Would prefer flowers with less of a strong or sweet smell.

His favourites are lily of the valley and daisies.

His mom used to pluck a few lily of the valleys for him each spring and put them in a tiny vase on his nightstand – which is a fond memory for him. It made him feel like someone cared about him, and now these flowers remind him of his younger self and of how loving a family can be.

One night, you wake up to drink some water, but instead, the cold flowers hit your nose. Spitting the water back out, you quickly click on the light and are met with the cheerful sprigs of lily of the valley in your water glass.

His gifts of flowers are less frequent than from some of the other slashers, since he tends to gift other things, because he ascribes less meaning to flowers as a symbol of love. And they wither anyway.

When you give him flowers, he has no place to put them, other than in your home (that is already turning more and more into a shared home), but sometimes he steals one of the flowers or some of their petals to take with him on his hunts. Tucked safe (and a little squashed and withering) in his breast pocket – he likes having a reminder of you close.

Thomas Hewitt

He remembers how happy Luda Mae always was when she received flowers or when there was a bouquet on the table to brighten up the space. They were a luxurious thing that the Hewitts only occasionally indulged in however.

Really enjoys nice smelling flowers, especially sweeter ones, like lilacs, hyacinth and wisteria.

He also loves flowers that surprise him, or understated ones he sees in the grass. Loves seeing dandelions change from flower to puffball. Or how strawberry plants grow tender white flowers before they bear fruit and the how the bees hum above them.

When it comes to gifts, he gives you what he thinks you will like, but tends to go for simpler bouquets. He appreciates how a more modest arrangement gives each flower a chance to shine on their own.

Tucking a small buttercup in his hair or in in his breast pocket are a great way to show him you love him as much as he loves you – and to make him shy.

When the two of you share a home, he enjoys bringing home flowers, either picked from the garden or just wildflowers, or buys a bouquet from the shop in town. It makes the home feel homier, gentler – like a home worthy of you. His home is important to him, so he cares for making it welcoming to you. Perhaps he also does so for his own enjoyment, more than he is willing to admit.

Bo Sinclair

He would like dahlia’s, camellia’s and other more ‘showy’ flowers.

As for gifts, he would know what is expected of him (what he feels is expected of him) when it comes to dating and brings flowers, most likely roses. He likes to impress his date and tries his best to remember your favourites.

Receiving affection is sometimes difficult for him, the same goes when it comes to receiving flowers. He would pretend not to care, but you find them in a vase on the kitchen table until they are completely withered and Vincent throws them out. That one bouquet of roses you gifted way back is still in a vase on his nightstand, dried up, brittle and brown from standing in the sun.

Since he wants to hold on to people and things, it could be a great option to give him houseplants that can flower (even some succulents can flower), or a joyful leafy plant. A little bundle of dried lavender for on the wall above his bed is also an appreciated token of affection.

Brahms Heelshire

He likes lush and elegant flowers. His parents had strong opinions on how the house has to look, and the same goes for flower arrangements. His father liked to spend time in the garden to take care of many different plants and flowers, and Brahms has a green thumb as well. Both these things make him picky on what flowers he likes to have in a vase.

His favourites are lilies, tulips and roses.

Loves being given flowers. Makes him feel appreciated and loved and spoiled. The prince of his own castle, with his own beloved to keep. He also likes the commitment it shows when you gift him flowers on special occasions.

Doesn’t get out much, so he handpicks flowers from the garden and estate. He takes it very seriously, as it is one of the ways he courts you if your relationship is romantic. He wants you to know how he feels, through the flowers. If it’s not, he likes giving gifts and flowers as tokens of appreciation and to show his loyalty.

Lester Sinclair

Would like brightly coloured flowers, especially yellow or red ones. Carnations, gerbera daisies, and iris are all ones he adores.

Even though he knows a lot about survival and edible plants, he doesn’t care to know that many flower names. He does pick up new information pertaining to flowers easily, especially if a close friend or loved one is interested in them.

He loves bouquets with lots of greenery and a large variety of flowers. The visual interest of a bouquet as opposed to just some flowers, make for a great addition to his living room, that already has many animal related knickknacks (wooden carvings, statues, art from Vincent, bone charms).

When he gives you flowers, it’s often with a reason, either as a celebration or as an apology.

But throughout your daily life together, there are many small moments where he tucks a wildflower in your hair or in the buttonhole of your blouse. When you do the same for him, you’d have to pick the flower out from his pocket before doing laundry, since he didn’t want to throw it away.

Bubba Sawyer

He loves flowers!

Most notably, ones he’s grown himself; like sunflowers, or the ones he sees a lot in the grass and the ones the cattle prefer, like buttercup, clover (not red clover, he tears those out – its poisonous for horses), poppies, dandelions, hollyhocks.

When he gifts you flowers, he wants it to be special, and would bring a beautiful, lush bouquet. He has good taste. If it’s romantic, there would be roses in your favourite colour, or tulips. If it’s platonic he’d opt for bright colours and something fragrant. Gifting flowers he grew himself makes him feel proud and like he can provide for you, so if he does, make sure to reciprocate with something that means a lot to you.

A dried flower bouquet would be immensely appreciated by him, he loves that it symbolises the longevity of your relationship.

Vincent Sinclair

Some of his favourites are orchids, tulips and gardenia. He likes the texture of the petals as well as the perfectness of the blossoms. They don’t wither as some other flowers do.

Always striving to bring joy into your day, he is not shy when it comes to grand gestures in love. He would have flowers delivered to your work or to your house to celebrate special moments.

Giving him seasonal flowers helps him see the beauty of the world around him a bit more, feel like he is part of the world outside of the workshop. Therefore giving daffodils or tulips in spring, lilies in summer, sunflowers in August/September. Roses whenever you want to make him feel special.

If you give him roses or hydrangea, he presses some of the petals and uses them in artworks later, or sticks them in his diary.

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darknights04 · 2 years

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Scandal: part two

Summary: Elijah Mikaelson has never met anyone who was more skilled than he was. After all, he’s had lifetime after lifetime to learn. But this all changed when he met Hyacinth Bennet. Mrs. Hyacinth Bennet that was. But was this woman, married or not, the single key to his heart?

Themes inspired by “Last Letters from your Lover” by Jojo Moyes

Warnings: This chapter deals with themes related to slavery, whips, blood, and violence. If these themes bother you then do not read further

Elijah Mikaelson x original character

Part 2 of ?

Part One Masterlist

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“What’s this?” Elijah asked, walking into his room. Klaus and Hayley were still huddled near his closet, still invested in their story time. “Nikalus,” Elijah sighed. “You of all people should know that those letters are private.”

“Sorry, brother,” he smirked. “We were just leaving. Come along, little wolf.”

Elijah sighed as he went to pick up the letters thrown about the floor. He picked them up and neatly stacked them as one fell out the bottom of the pile. He set the rest aside and smiled as he picked it up. The first letter he’d ever received from Hyacinth. The beginning of what would soon be the best years of his life.

Mr. Mikaelson, the letter read.

I am writing to you to apologize for my bragging upon our meeting. It wasn’t very ladylike, I am now realizing. However, no matter how much I know it was wrong, I can’t seem to regret my actions. It’s not often I get to leave an accomplished man such as yourself, so high in society, speechless over my actions, let alone words. I quite enjoyed it if you could not tell. However I am not writing to you just to tease you more, but rather to inform you of a discovery I made recently. I was reading one of Jane Austin’s new books recently, Pride and Prejudice. Have you read it? Well, reading it reminded me of one of the quips I delivered to you, regarding your requirements for an “accomplished woman”. I had thought of it so quickly because it reminded me of the infamous Mr. Darcy from this book. He who lets his pride get in the way of seeing people for what they are. However, unlike the Miss Bennet from this story, I will not allow my prejudice to get in my way of getting to know you for how you really are. I look forward to our next meeting, Mr. Mikaelson. Until next time.

-Hyacinth Bennet

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Elijah smiled, despite himself, as he read the letter. Setting the lilac scented envelope down and leaving his study, he began towards his family’s sitting room to speak to his brothers.

“Send an invitation for tonights mixer to Mr. Bennet,” Elijah instructed them. Followed instantly by a groan from Kol.

“Mr. Bennet?” he repeated.

“Yes, that is what I said.”

“Brother, that man bring down the whole room when present.”

“Even so, we must show him respect as any other decent member of society.”

“Don’t mind him, Kol,” Klaus smirked from the doorway of the room. “He simply wants to bring Mr. Bennet around because he knows that means that his wife will show up too. A woman he seems to have become quite smitten with.”

“Niklaus, you should know better than to insinuate such things about a married woman,” Elijah lectured. “Whether he brings along Mrs. Bennet or not is none of my concern. Write to him and let him know that he is invited to stay, as our guest, in our home for a period of time. And that we will be taking him with us to the governor’s ball. A great chance for him to make introductions.”

“I like that wife of his,” Rebecca announced suddenly, strolling into the room. “She’s got spunk. Strength. Reminds me a bit of myself.”

At this comment, Niklaus let out a snort. “Dear sister, you wish you could be half as independant as her.”

“Excuse me, I am not dependant on anyone!”

Elijah rolled his eyes and left the room as his siblings continued to squabble behind him. As he left, Elijah held up the letter he had received once more, bringing it to his nose to let the smell of lilac engulf him.

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“Ah, Mr. Bennet,” Elijah smiled, welcoming the man into their home. “I’m glad to see you were able to make it.”

“Thank you for the gracious invitation, sir,” he beamed. It was obviously the first time the man has ever received such an invite. “And may I present my wife, the lovely Hyacinth?”

“Yes how could I forget,” Elijah smiled. “Mrs. Bennet,” he finished with a nod of greeting.

“Mr. Darcy,” she replied, bowing her head slightly to him with a teasing smirk on her face.

Her husband looked confused at the two but let it go as he was already overwhelmed with the lavish interior of their manor.

Elijah fought to keep the grin that was threatening to appear away but was failing as the ends of his lips quirked up at the teasing he recieved from the girl.

“I hope you’ve both brought your best outfits,” Elijah told them, leading them further into the compound. “Later on after we get you settled in, we’re setting off the the govenor’s plantation for his ball.”

“The governor?” Mr. Bennet gasped, his jaw practically on the floor. “How on Earth did you receive invitations for the governor’s ball?”

“We have an inside man,” Rebekah stated, coming down the stairs into the room where they all stood. “The governor’s son is a good friend of mine.”

“What she means to say is their courting,” Elijah corrected. “The governor treats us as family.”

“Remarkable,” the man gasped. He could never imagine being so close to a man so powerful. But perhaps tonight was his chance. His chance to make introductions and finally climb the social ladder.

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Elijah’s daydreams were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Yes?” he called out with a sigh.

“Elijah?” Hayley could be heard from the doorway, slowly peaking her head into the room. “I just wanted to apologize for…”

“Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”

“I was going to say snooping but I guess that works too.”

“It’s alright. It seems my brother doesn’t care who knows the most intimate details about my life.”

“Well now I feel bad for what I was going to ask,” Hayley said with a nervous chuckle.

“You wanted to know more, didn’t you?” he sighed.

“Maybe a little.”

After a bit of thought, Elijah rolled his eyes with a deep breath. “Fine, what do you want to know.”

When hearing that he was willing to talk, Hayley burst further into the room, her curiosity sparking a gleam in her eye as she sat on one of the chair in the room, questions forming in her head faster than she could ask them.

“What was she like? Did her husband ever find out? When did you begin seeing each other romantically? How did everyone else react to this? Did you need to keep it secret from everyone? What did-”

“Slow down,” he interrupted with a slight grin. “I can only answer so many questions at once.”

“Okay fine,” Hayley chuckled, catching her breath a bit. “Let’s start with what she was like.”

Elijah stopped for a moment, looking back down at the letter he had in his hand, letting memories of the woman in question flood his mind. “She was… extraordinary,” he started simply. “Stubborn as an ox but magnificently so. She knew how to get what she wanted and didn’t let anyone stand in her way. Not me, not Mr. Bennet, Niklaus, anyone. Even the governor himself.”

“The governor?” Hayley repeated. “She stood up against him?”

“As often as she would any ordinary person,” Elijah nodded. “She knew what she wanted, she knew her morals. Nothing would stop her from fighting for them. Hyacinth was… stubbornly kindhearted.”

“How so?”

“Well, I introduced her and her husband to the governor one night and they, more specifically she, was loved by the whole family henceforth. When the governor’s son died from… an unfortunate accident with the stairs, she accompanied us to his funeral. Rebekah was courting him and was beside herself, so Hyacinth came along as a comfort to her.

“When the percession was walking to honor the man, Hyacinth saw something that she did not believe in in the slightest, and didn’t hesitate to let everyone know about it.”

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The funeral percession were walking along towards the burial sight for the governor’s only son. Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson toward the back with Hyacinth walking in arm with her. While they were walking, the party heard a whiplash, followed by a scream. Everyone began looking around but no one as concerned as she. It only took a few moments to spot the source of the sound. A young boy, no older than ten or twelve was on his knees in front of a man on a horse, holding a whip in his direction. They watched the man crack the whip again and again without even an ounce of empathy towards the child. Everyone who was a part of the funeral continued walking on without a care. But not the Mikaelsons. Not Hyacinth.

The boy seemed to have enough of this torment, so he got up, grabbed a bright red apple from the ground and threw it at the man. He threw the apple as hard as he could and watched it pelt his shoulder. Hyacinth could tell by the man’s expression alone that this was a mistake.

Before he could lift his whip again to crack it as hard as he could onto the boy’s back, Hyacinth ran toward him, ignoring the concerned calls from the Mikaelson siblings. She quickly got between the two boys and intercepted the hit of the whip, it landing instead on the arm she had held out to protect the boy and slightly graised the peak of her cheekbone, both drawing blood as she winced from the sting.

“Hyacinth!” Rebekah called out, racing towards her.

“Aer you insane, girl?!” The watchman lectured from the horse. “Get out of the way!”

“How about apologizing first?” Nikalus stated menicingly from the sidelines.

“She shouldn’t have interfered. This is slave business. Move along.”

Klaus’s eyes grew dark as he heard the man’s words. Not wanting to reveal himself to the girl on the ground, he marched as a human pace to the man and pulled him off the horse. He signaled to Rebekah to keep quiet, as the girl was distracted, as he dragged the man into the woods to finish him. He didn’t like those who took avantage of the weak.

“Are you alright?” Hyacinth asked the boy on the ground. Blood had been streaming from the gash on her arm and her cheek but she did not seem to care. And if she did then she didn’t show it.

“Why did you do that?” he exclaimed quickly. “I’m so sorry about your arm and-”

“Don’t worry about it,” she interrupted. “I’m asking about you.”

“Hyacinth he’s right,” Rebekah said quickly. “You’re bleeding. A lot. You-”

“So if he,” she said stubbornly.

Just as Niklaus returned from the woods, conveniently without the previous man in question, Elijah jogged over from the front of the party.

“What happened?” He commanded.

“Hyacinth ran into the line of a whip.”

“You did what?!”

“I’m fine. What is your name?” she asked to the boy on the ground next to her.

“Don’t got one,” he responded after a moment. “Mama wouldn’t name me ‘til I turned ten, case the fever took me. Then it took her.”

“You’re a survivor, and survivors need names.” Klaus concluded, kneeling down toward him as Elijah pulled Hyacinth up by her untouched arm to inspect her.

“Really, Mr. Mikaelson, I am fine,” Hyacinth continued to protest as Nikalus stayed with the boy. “We should catch up to the others.”

“Not until your wounds are properly cleaned and wrapped. And don’t you think that at this point we’re far enough beyond the formalities of last names?”

“Would you prefer I called you Darcy?” She teased again. He knew she would never let that go.

Elijah sighed but couldn’t deny the smirk growing on his lips. “We’re returning to our familie’s compound. Immediately. I will send word to your husband but we need to clean these before they become infected.”

“I’m not leaving here unless we take the boy with us.”

“You know it is not our place to-”

“I’m NOT leaving here,” she repeated sternly, interrupting Elijah mid sentence. “Unless we take him with us.”

Elijah sighed. “Fine. Niklaus?”

“Yes?”

“Bring the boy back to the compound. We’ll meet you there.”

Niklaus nodded as he held a hand out to help the boy up. Elijah motioned for the girl to step out in front of him so he could escort her back.

“You think this will leave a cool scar?” she asked with a slight grin, wiping a little of the blood off of her face.

Elijah scoffed in return but couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips. That was the first night of many that Mrs. Hyacinth Bennet had spent at the Mikaelson compound.

Part Three

#elijah mikaelson #the originals #mikaelson #oc #elijah x reader #fanfiction #1820s #period piece #victorian #scandal #affair #love #plantation #new orleans

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bernardsunglasses · 9 months

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"But there was still something particularly ironic about him waking up and knowing that something was wrong, not because he was in pain, but because he wasn’t.

There were little twinges of tightness as he curled his fingers in the sheet beneath him, as if his scars had migrated down to his wrists. A little stiffness in his shoulder when he flexed it to test his muscles.

But his normal pain was gone. The aches and pangs and groans of his body had all gone silent after years of them just getting louder with every new trip to the med-bay."

Written for day 6 of Timber Week! Alternate Prompt; "Body Swap."

Relationships: Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake

Characters: Tim Drake, Bernard Dowd, Bruce Wayne (briefly), Alfred Pennyworth (briefly)

Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, emotional hurt/comfort, body swap, weird magical Gotham bullshit, Bernard Dowd needs a hug, Bernard Dowd-centric, Bernard Dowd knows Tim Drake is Robin, the children of dionysus, chronic pain, PTSD, panic attacks, good significant other Bernard Dowd, good significant other Tim Drake

#timberweek2023 #Tim Drake #Bernard Dowd #Timber #Timbern #lilac hyacinth writing #I'm so tired so this is kinda not edited at all honestly

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seraphiism · 2 years

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✧˖*°࿐ dream a little , dream of me ੈ✩‧₊˚

❝ MY HEART BEATS LIKE A THOUSAND PRIMAL DREAMS ❞

・❥・welcome to kay's 1k+ follower event ! my goodness !! i did not think i would ever have so many people that enjoyed my writing. thank you for the love & support, i appreciate you all to the moon and back !! this is my very first follower event, so i hope it is an enjoyable one (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ ♡ ・❥・STATUS [ 09 / 07 ] : closed !

・❥・before you request !

01. you must be following me 02. no nsfw material 03. please only send one request 04. your request must include: ' dreamscape event: time, element, and flower ' please only choose one per category ( e.g. dreamscape event : dusk + ⭐️ shenhe + plumeria // dreamscape event: twilight + 🌙 dimitri + sweetpea ) 05. no duplicate requests ; if you happen to send the same thing as someone else, i will let you know so you can submit a different one! ** please be polite when requesting :^) more details under the cut!

╰┈➤ TIME !

01. dusk : fluff 02. dawn : angst 03. twilight : bittersweet ( angst and fluff )

╰┈➤ ELEMENTS ! ⭐️ stars ( genshin impact )

ayato • childe • dainsleif • diluc • kaeya • kazuha • lumine • scaramouche • shenhe • thoma • xiao

☁️ clouds ( jujutsu kaisen )

gojo • nanami • toji

🌙 moon ( fire emblem )

claude • dimitri • m!byleth

🌊 tides ( tokyo revengers; time skip )

chifuyu • draken • mikey • ran

☀️ sun ( granblue fantasy )

belial • eustace

╰┈➤ FLOWERS !

01. bellflower : everlasting love 02. bluebell : loyalty 03. forget-me-not : remembrance 04. hyacinth : mourning 05. hydrangea : apology 06. lavender : serenity 07. lilac : first love 08. lily : rebirth 09. orchid : reverence 10. pear blossom : lasting friendship 11. peonies : prosperity 12. plumeria : new beginnings 13. queen anne’s lace : sanctuary 14. star of bethlehem : reconciliation 15. sweetpea : farewell

#.: event! dream of me 🌿#i meant to do an event months ago but then i got nervous and got stuck idea wise #then today i thought : don't do an event rn ; you're starting school soon #then i had shower thoughts . Then This Happened #does it make sense? no but it's cute so it's ok !!#gosh i hope this is fun im nervous abt it !!! but thank you all !!!!! how lovely

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ghostly-march · 2 years

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600 flowers for hu tao

wahhh hello!! thank you so much for 600 boo taos ;A; you all have been supporting my writing for over a year now and i’m so glad that you continue to do so even when i take my writing breaks :’))) so, without further ado i present the 600 flowers for hu tao event!!

info:

for this, i invite any writer who sees this to come and join this writing event :) in this event, i won’t be taking requests but rather i will (hopefully) have other writers participate in writing some small blurbs that relate to a prompt chosen from the list below. i encourage any writer no matter how big or how small to join this writing event!! i’m not going to enforce any hard deadlines but it would be nice to have the fics done by the end of the year just to give all of the writers a good amount of time for writing.

you can feel free to write headcannons, blurbs/drabbles, or fics. there is no minimum nor maximum word count for your work :). i will limit each writer to 3 prompts that they can chose to write about and they can either combine prompts or write separate works for each of their chosen prompts. each prompt will have one writer so be sure to claim the ones that you want before they’re gone!! if you have any questions, just send me an ask :D

rules:

1. please make sure that your writing complies with my writing rules because i will be reblogging any written works that are for this event

2. i ask that there is at least one female genshin character if you decide to do headcannons that relate to the prompt. as for fics, they have to be with a female genshin character.

3. before writing anything, send me an ask with the prompts that you are claiming so that i can put them on the list

4. be sure to tag your work as “600 flowers for hu tao” and/or tag this account so that i can read and reblog your lovely work!!

(prompt list below the cut!!)

the prompt list (creds):

Acacia - a hidden relationship

Alstroemeria - going to an event that the other person in interested in just to see them happy (@beidouswif3y )

Ambrosia - a successful love confession (@covenantofthedeep)

Arbutus - a realization that you are my one and only (@heademptynoideas )

Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment

Bell Flower - a consideration of everything you have done for them

Birds Of Paradise - giving a gift to the other person that they’ve always wanted

Black Dahlia - a lie

Chrysanthemums - a vow or promise

Clovenlip Toadflax - love unrequited (@genshinlover101 )

Cyclamen - the final resignation after a breakup

Daffodil - a wrong doing forgiven

Dandelion - finally hearing the other person laugh after a period of hardship

Daisies - a game of ‘they love me, they love me not’

Dianthus Barbatus - trying to make a loved one smile by any means necessary (@genshingorls )

Forget-Me-Not - a heartfelt goodbye

Freesia - telling a secret of which they’ve told no one else

Fungus - loneliness that causes the search for comfort in anyone

Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends (@genshinlover101 )

Heliotrope - the determination to do anything for their loved one (@heademptynoideas )

Hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more (@ior1o)

Lily Of The Valley - a tear, followed by a sob

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person (@definitelynotahutaosimp )

Orchid - an innocent moment devolving into something that’s not

Petunia - resentment that runs deep

Plumeria - discovering a flower field together

Purple Hyacinth - a plea for forgiveness (@rainbowsixxreader)

Purple Iris - a compliment that accidentally slips out (@genshingorls )

Purple Lilac - love at first sight

Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back (@genshingorls )

Red Carnation - a moment of yearning

Red Roses - an anniversary

Single Rose - being still in love after the relationship ends (@genshinlover101 )

Spider Flower - a joke about getting eloped turning serious

Sunflower - drunken rambling about their adoration

Sweet Pea - a tender moment (@ravynous )

Tulip - an act of affection so blatant everyone notices

Violet - a daydream about the future

White Lilac - first time together (@stellumi )

Yellow Carnation - a rejected love confession (@definitelynotahutaosimp )

Yellow Rose - a happy thought that causes a smile

Zinnia - confessing how much they are missing you

#again ty for 600 :')) <33 #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #600 flowers for hu tao #please reblog this to get the word out there ty!! :D #yahoo!!

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dalmascan-requiem · 10 months

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Moments : Names

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When Viera choose a new name after leaving their homes, this new name can have a plethora of reasons it's important to them. Pet names... not so much.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: none

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I was suddenly possessed to write this last night, so here it is today :) This is just a super short one about pet names--well, more about Gale teasing Laurent, but that's basically a daily occurrence, isn't it?

"Why don't you have a pet name for me?"

"Huh?" Laurent looks over to the other Viera, who was lying on his side to look at him. "What are you getting at, Eir…"

Gale looks back with a mischievous smile, pushing some of his bangs out of his face. "You don't have a pet name for me."

With a sigh, Laurent turns on his side towards Gale. "Very well, what would you like your… pet name to be, Eir?"

Eyes roll in response, but Gale maintains a light-hearted look. "That's not how it works, Reyna." He gently pushes Laurent back down onto the bed and lays on his bare chest. "You have to think it up! That's what makes it special."

Laurent groans. "You know I'm not good with words…" He angles his head to look down at emerald eyes, anticipating a response. "...I-I don't know, you're just… you're just beautiful, and…" He huffs, at a loss for words. "My… my daisy?"

"Daisy?" Gale scoffs. "What kind of name is that?"

"You wanted me to pick a name!"

"Well, it's not a good name! Try again."

"Gods, you are…" Laurent pinches the bridge of his nose. "My blossom?"

"No."

"Hyacinth?"

"Gods, that's terrible."

"Lilac?"

"Can you think of anything that isn't a flower?"

"Okay, my pain in the arse." Laurent grabs Gale's waist and rolls them over so he was the one on top. "Last I checked, you don't have a pet name for me either."

Gale replies with a chuckle and a smirk. "You don't need a pet name. I know your name--your first name, that is."

The confusion is clear on Laurent's face, and he simply frowns until Gale continues.

"No one else calls you Reyna, right?"

"Well, no, not outside the jungle…"

Gale wraps his arms around Laurent. "Our birth names… it's something special between us. We don't tell others those names and only use them when we're alone."

"...I suppose that's like a pet name."

"Yes, but even more meaningful!"

Laurent furrows his brow. "Then… why did you want me to think up a pet name for you, Eir?"

Gale pulls Laurent closer with a chuckle and a glint in his eye. "Because it's fun to tease you."

"Gods, you're insufferable…" Laurent says unconvincingly as Gale plants kisses along his neck and shoulders. "What am I to do with you?"

"I can think of a few things."

"Is that so, my hyacinth--"

"Oh Gods, don't start--"

#ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic #ffxiv oc #my oc #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ao3 #moments one shots

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