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Tf141 guys x Reader

Okay, Sooooo

I don’t know what this is per say, just

John Price x Florist!reader

Kyle Garrick x Dog-walker!reader

John Mactavish x Nurse!reader

Simon Riley x Preschool-teacher!reader

Price first!!!

This old dog is not having a good day. The first time you two meet? He’s looking to order a sympathy piece… a fallen solider. So, he’s not in the best mood when he enters your shop.

Then, you come out the back with your sweet smile. It feels like lip balm on chapped lips, soothing the cracks splintering his heart in this moment.

“Hi, I’m *Name*. Welcome, how can I help you?” With a soft look on your face.

Fuck him, he needs the kindness. You’re so understanding when he tells you, not overly patronizing just… kind. Understanding. You’d have to be, having to make arrangements and funeral pieces as much as you do.

While you’re quickly piecing the arrangement together you talk to him, just a natural flow of conversation. He does pause when you ask. “What do you want in the arrangement? What would you like it to look like?” “Sympathetic?” And you laugh. “Fair enough.”

He likes that laugh.

You hand him the arrangement and tell him how to take care of the flowers to make them last longer. Then give him this sweet, sweet encouraging smile…

Yeah, he comes back a week later. Up front asks: “You want to get dinner Love?” Makes you flush, your co-workers in the back giggling until you shoo them away. “That sounds lovely.”

‘Love really does bloom, doesn’t it?’ He muses.

Generally? Your life together is sweet.

You’re together for about a year before he proposed. He’s a man, he’s old enough to know what he wants. He wants to wake up with you ever morning with the safety of that ring around your finger. That, if anything ever happens to him? He could still provide even in his absence…

You hate it when he talks like that but, accept that you need to be realistic… deep down? It makes you feel loved. A painful, sorrowful, love.

He helps you when he can. Whenever he’s home? He’s at your shop helping you get any extra work done so you can spend as much time together as you can while he’s not deployed.

You need help assembling an arbor for a wedding? He uh- he has carpentry skills… let him help, love. He builds you the sturdiest arbor in the industry!

Deliveries? He’ll run those, he’s got time. He doesn’t mind. Warms his heart a bit to do some good delivering flowers to people… they get so happy when he shows up with flowers.

He helps you set up the flowers at weddings! He also refuses to do anything that puts him within the vicinity of the bride and her party! They mistook him as a stripper once, never again. Never again. He’s a happily married man, thank you very much!

What kind of male stripper wears a hat like his any way? Wrangler jeans and a L.L Bean shirt that’s probably older than the bride!!! It was actually very cute to see how steamed he was after that…

You make sure to give HIM flowers. Most men don’t get flowers until their funeral … You don’t want that to be John. He melts a little when you bring himself home flowers you arranged yourself just for him.

You’ve looked up and seen him leaning on the table with a rose between his teeth. As soon as you made eye contact, he wiggles his brows. It made you crack up, he did it just for that reason. A rare moment of silliness from your John.

Will judge other brides choices when you bring home the files for the weddings you’re hired for. But, nothing will ever compare to your wedding to him in his eyes because your wedding was the best. Ever.

He saved your bouquet, dried it and framed it. Gave it to you as an anniversary present.

He then played your wedding song and you two slow danced in a circle together…. Sigh…

Gaz!:

Kyle was on his morning run when he saw you. Across the street with a few dogs, you looked so fucking happy, that made you look so fucking pretty.

You’re wearing an over sized t-shirt, sweatpants and look frazzled as you wrangle 4 dogs at once. You don’t even notice the Adonis across the street as you try and regain steady footing as the dogs all do their best to keep you on your toes.

Brock the 3 year old yellow lab was a puller… and he is CHONKY so you didn’t have much time to pay attention to anything else.

Kyle now tries to ‘bump’ into you. Timing his run to make a meet cute happen. Fuck him if he’s already done his run and doesn’t see you only to spot you once he’s on his door step sweaty and gross! EVERY TIME!

He’ll try and go again even though his legs are burning. This? This stunt catches the dogs attention, not yours. You’ve got 5 today and they HAUL ASS to go see Kyle. And you’re just dragged to his feet.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! They’re all friendly, I swear!” You wheeze, Kyle laughs. “Don’t worry Luv! S’fine. It’s cute,” He’s not looking at the dogs, despite the Jack Russell ‘Shermie’ making eyes at him.

Ah ha! Kyle has ingratiated himself! He get’s so pumped as soon as he gets home! You invited him to walk with you! ‘Anytime!’ Fuck yeah! He does a fist pump and dances foot to foot.

He finds dogs are a good judge of character and, these dogs? They love you. And you are devoted to them despite them not being yours. He finds those qualities incredibly attractive.

Generally? You two are cute.

He’ll take the high energy dogs on jogs for you when you meet up. He can keep up with them! *subtle flex*

He despite his athleticism? He likes the small, slow dogs. Like the blind, cross eyed Shi tzu ’Louie’ and the grumpy old Bassett ‘Geraldine’

It gave him ample time to walk leisurely and talk to you… You, Gaz and Geraldine went on many walks together.

He love, love, loves whenever you send him a selfie of you and one of the dogs! He’s got a whole folder of them and the newest picture you send? That one is always his newest Lock Screen.

Has worn a dog papoose and, has carried a dog while wearing a dog papoose. He is not ashamed, you thought he looked cute. And he takes all compliments of any kind. Hell yeah he looks cute, thanks baby!

He loves those prissy little toys. ‘Teddy’ the Pomeranian is one of his favorites, Teddy just loves being held. Oh, Kyle looks so attractive holding that spoiled little poof… he’s so sweet and caring with it too. Fuck!

He holds you if one of your regulars dies. Losing an animal is hard, especially when you’d been walking that dog since it was a puppy… he’s here luv, it’s okay. His eyes are misty too because, he cared for that dog too.

He get’s a Bassett stuffed animal, ‘R.I.P Geraldine, you helped me find something worthwhile.’

He proposes to you that night.

You have a little Bassett hound topper on your cake as a small tribute to the dog that helped you get closer…

He will and HAS gotten between you and an aggressive dog. He doesn’t like hurting animals but, fuck if he was going to left anyone hurt his baby and her charges! Tries to beat the piss out of the owner.

His wedding gift to you? A dog. Not just any dog! He wanted to get you one that will keep you safe while he’s deployed and one that will help you handle your charges. So he get’s you a very highly trained Belgian malinois.

Her name is Gracie and she helps you both sleep better at night…

Soap!:

Oh, oh Soap. He get’s lambasted during a mission and gets put into hospital. His nurse? An over tired, over worked, grumpy woman who will not put up with Tom-fuckery during her shift.

In rolls in Soap: a battered pile of tenderized meat who immediately attempts a pick up line while she’s trying to make him comfortable. Oh, it’s going to be a long recovery.

Every goddamn shift! He’d light up every single fucking time you walk into the room! Oh, it makes you want to smother him with a pillow -cute aggression-

It’s not fair! You wanted to hate him! Be the grumpy bitch nurse and go on with your day! But, he makes it hard!!!

He seems so genuinely interested and not some creepy perv hitting on a nurse! He asks you how you are in such a genuine way, he leans in to listen, retains information! He does try and rile you up but, only because he thinks your ‘angry face’ is ‘cute’ the bastard! Who gave him the right to call you cute!?

And he loves, despite how angry you present yourself. You are the gentlest nurse, you care, you’re still a good nurse despite trying to act as jaded as the older nurses. You remember he does like certain foods, you get blood on the first draw and you always know what he needs…

God, it’s tumbling down the slippery slope faster than you ever imagined. You weren’t supposed to catch feelings! That’s not allowed!!! But when he’s finally discharged? He finds you, and offers to walk you home instead of going with his friends to celebrate his discharge.

He knew how much it meant to you for him to acknowledge what you’ve done for him… even behind the tough wall you put up.

He’ll always remember you stayed far past your shift to watch him when he spiked a fever and was critical…

You two are sour and sweet.

He rips those jaded glasses off your face and gives you a big kiss.

You’re kinda just- not codependent! but, something on the healthier side of that. You have a comfortable rhythm. He’ll go out with friends at night, stalling until you come off your shift and he can pick you up.

He gets to spend time with friends, you get to walk home knowing you’re safe at 2 in the morning… even if you have to steady him on the way home after one too many pints.

He has bought a sexy nurse costume for you. He mainly wants you to wear it, he has worn it as well…

He loves your stories! You have the best stories! He’ll sit you on the bar so you can regale his mates that story of that guy! “You know- that guy! The one that got that thing stuck up his ass!” “Which one?”

Sometimes you just, put your hand over his eyes. He looks at you with such fucking love it’s ridiculous. He just pushes further into your hand when you do this.

He will lie down and offer to be your dummy if you need a refresher on anatomy. Wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis.

It’s a personal victory whenever he makes you laugh.

He is lord and savior to the children in the hospital. He will come to visit the children’s care unit, full gear. You find him, and he is their god. They cling to his arms and legs, he’s still moving around, strong enough to keep on going even with 7 kids clinging to him.

He will use his little minions to his own personal advantage. Make them give you, like drawings and paper flowers just to see you smile. And for his own amusement.

It’s like Syd the Sloth and the tiny sloths.

He tells you he can’t wait until you have your own… you never imagined you’d actually ever get baby fever after working as a nurse again… Johnny makes that happen.

He makes you cry when he’s deployed. Wipes your tears away with his thumbs. “Oh, lass. Don’t cry! I ‘Ken you can put me back together if I come back in pieces.” He tries to joke, only makes you cry harder…

He holds you a little tighter after that one.

He never wants you to have to put you through that, ever. He cringes every time he remembers he said that… that he thought it was okay to joke about putting you through that.

Marries you after he comes home from deployment. He comes back in better shape this time too. He’s got to be careful now, doesn’t he?

Ghost:

This man? This man falls for a preschool teacher.

He’s just sitting in the park, minding his own business when he see’s you pass with your little class walking behind you like ducklings. Fuck, when was the last time he’d seen someone so pure?

Your preschool was just on the edge of the park and you, with a few other handlers, were letting the kids explore the park under supervision. Their ‘task’ is to find the ‘fauna’ of the park!

Imagine his surprise when more than 4 of the little crotch goblins run up to him specifically. He thought he was scary to the little kids, well apparently not! You rush over to his rescue when you see them using him as a piece of playground equipment.

Oh, he looked so confused. Frozen like a deer in headlights as you stifle your giggle, peeling the 4 year old girl off his lap. “I’m so sorry!” “No, s’fine… cheeky buggers.” The kids all giggle, eager to play with him again.

Ghost then adds it into his schedule to mosey past your school every afternoon. You always know when he does because it’s always at recess and all the kids (except a few) flock to the fence to say hello to ‘Mr Ghost.’

He feels like a celebrity… softens his prickly heart to see all these sweet kids admire him… he thinks so poorly of himself, then he looks at these kids and you? You all look at him with such adoration…. Makes him feel like a human being again instead of a war machine.

And you look at him with such love. You find it sweet he takes his time to come see the kids, graciously accepting their pictures they drew of him.

He was kind of awkward at first, he’d stood ramrod straight like he would with his old drill sergeant and informed you of his record. He wasn’t a creep, he was in the military, and this was his little… respite from all the bile he had to face.

You couldn’t turn him away. You welcomed him every time you saw him over the fence. He remained behind the boundary of the fence and was . He was very grateful you didn’t think he was a creep and trespassed him from walking by.

You two were blissful.

You asked him out on a date. He asked you how many children you wanted… so sweet. lol

He finds you absolutely beautiful, bouncing one of your students on your hip whenever he stops by. He can’t help it. He can’t wait until you have kids of your own, you’ll teach them to be such wonderful human beings. He’ll teach them how to defend themselves and he’ll keep you all safe.

He becomes a bit of a helper around the preschool whenever he’s not deployed. He’s certified in cpr- why not? He mostly just watches the class room to see if any kid is doing anything wrong and preventing anyone from choking.

Kids take turns sitting in his lap whenever he’s sitting. He acts like he doesn’t care but you know he adores it.

Little girls will bring him stuffed animals and by the time class ends he’s surrounded by every stuffed animal in class. He remembers all of their names too. Oh, you can’t help it you get cute aggression with him!

Will walk around with your lipstick prints all over his balaclava. He will dodge envy attempt to wipe them off. They’re his!

After a long day, he’ll help you clean up the class room. In his mind he’s playing this scenario out, like you two are cleaning up after your own kids.

Hates the moms. He hates every single one of of the moms. They’re annoying. They’re coming after his fine ass because they didn’t find a man that treat them right, like he does you and he’s not putting up with it!

Asks you to give him hickeys once. ‘‘But love, yes.’’ After you tell him ‘‘no!’’ “We work in a preschool!” “And? They bite each otha’ all the time.” “Simon!”

He is their god, part 2.

They laugh at all of his stupid jokes, which in turn makes you laugh and now he’s a smug bastard.

Vibes with Bluey, you two watch it together. Aims to be like Bandit when he’s a dad. Takes it as a compliment when you tell him. “You’re pretty much a dead ringer for him already love.” Like, stunned for a second before he’s kissing your temple.

He hates deploying now.

All the kids cry when he does, it’s awful. Then, it makes you cry too. You were trying so hard to be strong and now you’re crying along with them.

Makes him feel like a worse monster than he thought he was.

Tada! Idk what this was! But there ya�� go! Enjoy!

[suhnshinehaos]

' ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE ' | c. hansol

synopsis : the one where you get into an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend vernon, but neither of you seem to mind that much pairing : vernon x gn!reader genre/s : mini smau, non-idol au, fluff, little bit of angst

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five (finale!)

walks with hansol aren’t always silent. when they are, they’re almost always comfortable. tonight isn’t one of those nights. you always know when there’s something on his mind. you see it in the way his gaze combs through every inch of the venue grounds, each step cautious and careful. he keeps his hands behind his back as both of you walked past a wooden sign, pointing one way to a quaint little building meant for the ceremony and the reception tent. 

you head for the direction of the building.

the small building was mostly empty, except for the rows of chairs and wooden arch decorated with dried and fake flowers at the very end of the room that had been set-up earlier in the day.  both of you opted to keep the wedding small. only sending out invites to family, close friends, and — of course — business associates. 

you absently run your hand over the backs of each wooden chair as you follow hansol. he’s a few   steps ahead, but both of you make your way down the aisle. it’s only then that it finally, truly, sinks in what was going to happen tomorrow.

you’re going to marry your best friend. your hansol. your sol, with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. with the most comforting voice you’ve ever known. the same kid you’ve known before you could even walk on two feet. 

“are you sure you want to go through with this?”

his voice snaps you out of your train of thought. hansol has already reached the end of the aisle and he’s looking at you with expectant eyes. his voice is soft, hesitant, the most worried you had ever heard it. 

you don’t hide your confusion as you pick up your pace until you reach him. you raise a brow, standing just a few feet in front of him. “why are you asking me that? of course, i want to go through with it.”

you reach out, grab both of his hands, and give them gentle squeeze. hansol squeezes back, taking a deep breath, and gathering all the courage he has in himself. “you know how when we go on these late night walks, when you can’t sleep, or i get caught up in work?”

“mhmm.”

“you know the phrase i always say?”

“the moon is beautiful.” you let out a quiet exhale, recalling the words he always spoke to you. in a voice that’s tender and yet somewhat distant, as if he doesn’t want you to hear. but you always do.

and he knows that you do.

“to you, this could just be a business deal. a means to an end-”

your eyes widen, voice rising uncharacteristically as you cut him off. “that’s not how i see it at all. you know that.”

“you’re marrying your best friend.” he smiles, albeit sadly, and shakes his head immediately after. hansol lets go of your hands and lets his own fall at his sides, defeated. “it’s different for me… i’m marrying my best friend, and the love of my life.”

you feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but you blink them back and you let hansol continue speaking.

“going through with this is fine by me, but i don’t want you to wake up one day and regret it. because i love you. i don’t know why, or how, but i’ve never known a day where i didn’t love you.”

the weight of his words sit heavy on your chest, and you don’t let the silence last more that a few seconds. you reach a hand towards your pockets and pull out a bracelet. “i’ve been meaning to find a way to give this to you, i was hoping to do it before the actual ceremony. this wedding has been so publicized, and i wanted to take a moment that’s just between us two. no cameras, no press, no board members.”

you take his left hand and hansol lets you place the bracelet around his wrist. it’s a simple chained gold bracelet, but threaded through the loops are strands of cotton strings from a friendship bracelet you had made him in your childhood. you smile as his eyes light up in recognition.

“where did you find this?”

“i had some help from wonwoo. it took him a while to find that. i have one with the bracelet you made me, but it’s in my room and i didn’t wear it so i don’t spoil the surprise.” you laugh, shrugging your shoulders. “i know this wedding changes a lot of things, most of which are on the business side of things. it won’t change a lot either. you know, we’re not doing rings or taking each other’s last names. it doesn’t change the fact that we will take care of each other. and it doesn’t change the fact that i’m in love with you.”

his eyes widen in shock. “but wonwoo?”

“well, since he was older, it was kind of expected that i would marry him. and i thought, if i spoke of it enough times, i could will it into existence that he was the one i had feelings for.” you sighed. “but i’m standing here with you tonight, very much in love with you, like i have been the past couple of years. and i will stand with you tomorrow, in front of our friends and family, letting everyone know that this feeling isn’t going to change.”

hansol stands there, completely and utterly speechless. but mostly because he knows mere words would never be enough to express everything that he feels for you. so instead, he pulls you in for a kiss. 

from reese, with love <3

and this ends the story of hansolyn !! they are so dear to me, thank you for joining me on this little adventure !! i hope enjoyed this story, and as always, i'd love to know what you think !! reading all your asks/rbs/replies is one of the highlights of writing these little brainrots <3 hope you're all doing well and taking care !!

ps. yes, i used 'the moon is beautiful' (pls look this up if u dont know what it means, it's v sweet hehe) as a plot moment again-- i just cant help it,, it was right there cmon sol like the sun and now we have yn and the moon sdfghjkl

[yokohamapound]

Since tis Spooky Season, how about some wedding headcanons for our goth boys Bram and Akutagawa? :3

It might no longer be spooky season but goth bois are timeless. <3

Characters: Bram Stoker, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Contents: gn!reader, nsfw mention

Bram Stoker

Bram is certainly the marrying type. Once he’s found someone he feels he can spend the long years of eternity with, he’ll want to lock you down quickly and make it official. Dating is a foreign concept to him, but he will spend some time courting you. He’s very likely the one who proposed marriage, and like, you have eyes, so of course you were going to accept. Who doesn’t want to marry a handsome vampire lord?

It’s not enough to call Bram ‘old-fashioned’. The man is at least several hundred years old, (depending on whether his age is based on the actual Bram Stoker or Vlad Tepes, basis of the legend for Dracula). He’s between approx 170-600 years old. He’s seen trends become traditions and vanish entirely. The wedding would probably be some flavour of traditional, whether that’s a Western white wedding, or a wedding steeped in his spouse’s culture. If you really wanted to, you could have a historical-themed wedding to make Bram feel at home—just expect him to be finicky on the minor details.

“This is the incorrect type of date for this pastry.”

It might take some doing to find a priest willing to marry you to a vampire, or you can forge the documents and have a civil ceremony. It depends on whether or not Bram can actually set foot in a church. He’s probably relieved to discover civil ceremonies are a thing. 

Bram looks beautiful in a suit. Just imagine it. A suit tailored to his ridiculous, 6’5” height, possibly a tailcoat, with a cravat, his long hair tied back. 

You’ll have to bring him up to speed and explain that, apart from certain cultural traditions, dowries aren’t that common anymore, and that he doesn’t have to offer your father 50 goats for your hand in marriage. 

Bram’s a pretty romantic guy, but he always does it with style. He pulls out your chair, his hand is going to rest on the small of your back, and he takes the lead in the first dance waltz, no matter your gender.

The speeches will be short—he’s had to put up with too many of Fukuchi’s soliloquies to want to hear any more monologuing. The wedding dinner—feast, he insists on calling it—is sumptuous, although Bram doesn’t partake. (You’re his wedding feast and he’d rather enjoy that in private.)

Godspeed on your wedding night. Bram’s spent years without a lower half of his body and now he has it back, and a spouse to enjoy. He is…pent up, shall we say~

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Poor Akutagawa is still reeling over the fact that he’s getting married. I would say that either you proposed, or Dazai planted the idea in Akutagawa’s head that it was time for him to put a ring on it. If Akutagawa proposed, your ring is some beautiful antique with a large stone and a creepy story attached to it. Don’t forget that Akutagawa makes bank in the Port Mafia. 

Please, please, please plan a goth wedding.

Please remember that this is the same young man who said this when asked what he would give as a wedding present: “I'd gift them the enemy's freshly severed head decorated with bloody barren flowers.” Suffice it to say, Akutagawa should not be left in charge of either your gift registry or the flower arrangements. You will end up with a load of obscure antiques, knives, and bunches of rotting flowers “to show the briefness of our lifespans.” 

Maybe compromise with dried flower garlands or even black roses if you want to go full 2007 My Chemical Romance-core. (Look me in the eye and tell me Akutagawa wouldn’t look up if you played him a G-note on the piano.)

He hates being the centre of attention in the actual wedding, so he’s more than happy to deflect it all toward you instead. The moments he seems happiest are when he gets to see Gin wearing a bridesmaid dress, when Dazai stands up to make a speech (during which Akutagawa sits up like he’s in a school assembly while the headmaster is speaking), and during the vows, when he’s focusing on you and only you. 

He looks wonderful in his suit - let him have full tails and black tie and he'll be content.

Your wedding photographs look like one of those austere Victorian family portraits, save for Tachihara throwing up the bunny ears behind Gin’s head. 

Akutagawa has a secret sweet tooth he won’t admit to, which is why he tries to pretend that he hasn’t had three slices of chocolate cake. 

Either get Dazai drunk or put him in a corner with a plate of crab cakes to keep him occupied, because you really don’t need him making sly comments when it’s time for you and Akutagawa to climb into the car and head off for your honeymoon. His wedding gift for Akutagawa is an inhaler and a note saying, “You’ll need this! xoxo Dazai.”

[haesunflower]

xdinary heroes reaction to receiving flowers

genre: fluff

pairing: reader (mostly gn) x all members

about/tags: xdh reacts to you buying or giving them flowers

established relationship, bullet point reactions, lowercase is intentional, this is my first work for xdinary heroes, afab for gunil's, i had to google what each flower represented, sorry for inaccuracies, dedicated to requester @snowflakemoon3

⠀⠀ gunil ⠀⠀

gunil is a whiner

so one day when he complains that "don't you think it's kinda misandrist that only women get flowers most of the time"

you think that's a direct jab at you because he does in fact, get you flowers all the time

on your next date you order sunflowers for him

it arrives via delivery and when he opens the door, he kinda smirks

"finally, i'm being appreciated around here" (jokingly)

he places the flowers in the vase you usually use

later on you find out he saved the petals of the sunflower in a ziploc bag

you teach him how to press and dry flowers for preservation

when he sees your collection of dried flowers from all those times he gifted you, he's so touched

looks at you like you're his whole world as you continue to demonstrate how to do it

⠀⠀ jungsu ⠀⠀

jungsu talks about getting plants for his room all the time but never actually does

so you bought him a pretty orchid to place on his windowsill

he loves it and takes care of it really well

he once read that plants have feelings

so he spoke to the orchid every night, pretending like the both of you were its parents

one day you caught him singing to it

"since when did you start giving private concerts to the plant, jungsu?"

"shut up. water your child, it's dying"

and you're just like??? but you do it anyways

taking care of orchids together become your shared hobby

years down the line, jungsu makes sure the flowers at your wedding are orchids

⠀⠀ gaon ⠀⠀

you were on a picnic date at a meadow

gaon made all this effort to set the date up, even making (which you start to suspect that he actually just bought) all the food you were currently eating

you felt kinda bad, as you didn't prepare anything (well to be fair this date was a surprise)

so while he was setting up the picnic basket earlier, you took the liberty to venture

you found a small wildflower bed full of marigolds and daises

you gathered the brightest and prettiest ones, the ones that best resemble gaon

so when you tell him "close your eyes I have a surprise for you"

and he opens them he's genuinely surprised that it's flowers

his heart goes like awwwww

but ngl he thought you were gonna plant a kiss on his lips

"I can do that as well, jiseok"

he got the kisses and the flowers, it's a happy day for him

⠀⠀ o.de ⠀⠀

"are those flowers?"

he stares at the meal your prepared him, edible flowers prettily arranged on top

you spent the whole day cooking for your date and bought edible flowers to decorate the salads

he's in awe because he's never tried it before

neither have you, so you're hoping it tastes okay

when you both sit down and take your first bites

seungmin says "babe is it me or it just tastes like plants"

"i sure hope so, because it is indeed, a plant"

"right".

you both just sorta stare at each other then laugh

he reaches for your hand across the table to bring it to his lips

"thank you for the meal babe, i love it"

he kisses your hand with such sincerity you want to cry

⠀⠀ junhan ⠀⠀

there was an old lady selling the last of her roses for the day by your university

they weren't anything particularly special, but they were individually wrapped so prettily you couldn't resist

she told you they'd wilt soon, so she's giving them at half the price to students

you decided to buy a red rose to give to junhan

as you stopped by his dorms, you found him strumming on his guitar

you jokingly threw the flower at him and said "bravo, encore encore!"

he picks up the flower and puts it in between his lips and bows, going along with the bit

you both laugh at each others' antics

junhan is goofier since you came along

⠀⠀ jooyeon ⠀⠀

jooyeon has received flowers from someone he personally knew in his life exactly 3 times

when he graduated high school, his debut showcase, and his first concert (all came from his parents btw)

so when you visit him in the inkigayo green room with a bouquet of brightly colored carnations he doesn't even think that those are for him

"huh, who gave those to you?"

"it's for you, jooyeon...."

and he's all confused like "what, why?"

and you're also confused as to why he's confused like? "congrats on your comeback and new mini-album?"

jooyeon takes the bouquet and smiles at the message you wrote

"to my favorite rockstar, jooyeon"

every time he made a comeback or released a new single, you would send him different flowers

in return, he places a kiss on your forehead

A/N: when i got this request i knew i just had to use the gaon flower pictures!!

btw to those that don't know, i take requests for other groups including nct, svt, xdh and of course zb1

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[russellsppttemplates]

Hii🫶🏻 So for the blurb night I was thinking about a wedding planning with Lance. He wants to take part in everything even if it means staying up late after a race night just to decide the flowers and cakes and sets absolutely no budget as he wants the teader to have absolutely the best day🥺 like imagine going to cake tasting eith them and choosing the menu. Uhh, to be a wag😩

"Please, Lance. We have to pick a cake! We have already been to so many bakeries and we are running out of time and offers - not to mention the money I'm sure this is costing despite you telling me it doesn't matter", you sighed.

"I just want to make sure you have the best day ever and you have all you've dreamed of", Lance said as he sat at the table with you after he alerted the bakeshop owner you had arrived for the tasting.

"Lance, I love you, and you know I'm not lying when I say this - my dream is spending the rest of my life with you, and yes, I want us to have our perfect day and for that we need to make decisions!", you hissed slightly.

"I have a feeling you'll like these a lot", Lance winked as the owner started bringing out the different cakes, explaining what was in each one of them before letting you take a bite.

"Vanilla is always a safe option, I feel like that's something everyone likes", you reasoned as you tasted the sponge, "but red velvet has been my favourite", you tapped the plate.

"Did you like this", he checked the label, "fresh lemon one? I think it tastes nice and with the wine and champagne we picked out it would be a nice contrast", Lance offered.

"I did - I'm torn between these two", you pouted.

"Is there something I can help you with?", the older man said as he approached the table, noticing you were already discussing options.

"Actually, yes - would you be able to make a cake with two flavours? We really like these two and perhaps there's a way to make it happen", your soon to be husband said.

"Yes, we can do different layers, but that would have a different price point than the ones we discussed earlier, let me just get the price table for you", he said.

"No need for that - we've settled on it then", Lance stated.

The owner went back to the counter to gather the forms so you could make the order while Lance took another bite of the cake, "before you go at me, it's what we both wanted and now we'll have a great cake - that's all I care about", Lance smiled, knowing the thoughts going on your mind.

"You're lucky you're charming like that", you teased, kicking his chin playfully and smiling at him.

.

"I'm home, I'm home!", Lance said as he walked through the door, leaving his backpack on the floor along with his shoes before he met you in the dining room table, "hey love", he kissed the top of your head and sat down after he greeted your mother, his mother and his sister.

"You didn't have to rush home like that - wasn't there traffic?", you wondered.

"I took a short cut - I didn't want to you to this alone", Lance said as he looked at the different arrangements.

"Hey, little brother, Hi! You've greeted me so I'm sure you noticed your fiancée wasn't alone", Chloe lightly swatted the nape of his neck as everyone laughed.

"So these are the ones we decided on after the Monaco GP", you pointed to the five options you and Lance picked out in your hotel bed over some room service after the race, "and they also sent those two - I think they're new and they thought we should consider them".

"I really like the idea of the dry flowers for your bouquet and the bracelet things for the girls and for the guys to have one in the pocket as well", Lance noted as he looked at the arrangements up close.

"It's called a corsage and a boutonniere", Chloe teased.

"As I was saying", he sent her a side eye, "maybe we could match them to the tables so it doesn't look to different", he checked, "what was your idea?".

"I like your idea, Lance, perhaps this one here?", you mother held the arrangement she recalled would be the most similar to the dried flowers you had already picked out. Lance had been on FaceTime for that meeting since the team needed him for Testing, so he knew some details but not all of them.

"Yes, I think so, maybe with those because they also have the purple and brick red tones", you agreed.

"I also like the idea of having some of the little flowers on my suit if that's okay", Lance mused as he picked a few of the loose ones on the table, fiddling with an elastic as he made a quick accessory for him, "does this boutonniere look nice?", he pointed it at his sister as he made fun of the word.

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[eviesaurusrex]

Hey! I read your Mrs. Strange fic (which was amazing) and was wondering if you could write one for Tony? Where the reader and Tony are getting married and hes absolutely obsessed with y/n. Love your writing!

Hey, love! First of all, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my silly writing! <3 And of course I can write something for Tony. He is actually pretty front and center on my list of characters :3

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GIF not mine!

Tony Stark x Navy Pilot!Reader

summary: It's Tony's and YN's wedding day, and Tony can't stop himself from showing everyone that he had been right all along.

word count: 2k

warnings: nothing really, this is just pure and wholesome fluff, some loving bickering, mentioning of pregnancy because I can't help myself, this man deserves anything and everything, not entirely proofread

author's note: This will be a short one, I hope no one is mad about this. I just want to get back into writing, and I think that's the best way to achieve it :3 I still hope you like what I came up with even though I'm not too pleased with it :x Btw: We are ignoring the Coulson-thing. I wanted to have him here, so we have Coulson here. Deal with it.

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Smiling, YN watched the guests as they enjoyed themselves in the lavishly decorated venue and took a deep inhale of the flower-scented air wafting around her and everyone else. Tony had been adamant in his endeavors of turning every single fantasy and image fragment floating through her head into reality, so everywhere they had gone today, she had been surrounded by the prettiest of flowers and plants—from their apartment in the compound where she had gotten ready with her bridesmaids and hired stylists, to the grand venue they had held their wedding ceremony in and now celebrated the day. A church wasn't even a fleeting thought because neither YN nor Tony believed in a higher being, despite the many impossible situations they had faced and overcome in the past many years. She actually didn't want to think about the many near-death experiences they both had walked past, nor felt YN the need to think about the expenses made for today's arrangement.

They had enough money, yes, but that had never meant for her to spend it as heavily and indulgently as Tony loved to do.

The thought of her newly turned husband dancing through her mind made the commander smile as brightly as the sun outside. With the same smile resting unmoving on her lips, YN started to thank each and every one she saw for coming and wished them a pleasant afternoon while simultaneously heading toward the perfectly stocked bar. Ever since the beautiful ceremony, which had not only moved her to tears but also a certain man who was still in his denying phase, the woman had felt the dryness in her mouth increasing every passing moment, urging her to tend to her needs which had gotten worse rather quickly over the last few weeks.

She would be lying if she said it didn't scare the living daylights out of her.

"Anything non-alcoholic and a glass of water, Frankie, please," YN asked one of the many bartenders Tony had personally handpicked through hours of going through every single resume the wedding planner had to send straight to him. Both women still didn't understand the meaning of it all, but YN soon had stopped questioning her husband's strange behavior towards everything related to the wedding. Softly shaking her head, the bride mumbled a small Thanks and grabbed for the water to at least inhale half of it before she dried out on the spot. It was strange what her body was willing to do and which changes it went through in order to create a welcoming environment for something she had never considered possible for herself.

"Mrs. Stark! Mrs Stark!"

The all too well-known excited voice of non-other than Peter Parker ripped her mind from its spiraling nature when it came to that topic and back into reality where the brunet young man arrived at her spot at the bar, a bright grin on his handsome features and shining eyes—just as usual. Other than Tony, YN never had hesitated to show him affection in any way possible, considering Peter as something close to a son, and she believed he was thankful for that, even though the woman knew that his aunt was perfectly capable of handling those things herself. But gladly, May and she agreed a long time ago that Peter could use more of that loving environment, so YN had made it her duty to do exactly that.

Smiling, the bride softly brushed over his shoulders in order to straighten the black suit he wore—handpicked by Tony, of course—and straightened the tie around his neck. "Is everything alright?" Being part of the superhero business for longer than YN would like to admit, one could never know, especially not when one married Iron Man himself. But Peter only grinned and nodded too fast for her eyes and dizzy head. "Yeah, totally! Mr. Stark sent me here to remind you to drink and stay hydrated, but you obviously already did that, so here are some snacks I brought from the buffet and which are really, really good, oh, and I also found some chocolate at the dessert table, and—..." Softly laughing, YN stopped the flood of words escaping his mouth by taking the plate filled with an assortment of deliciously looking canapés from his hands and gently patting his cheek. "Thank you, Peter. That's incredibly kind and attentive, but you should go and look for MJ. I think I saw her at one of the balconies."

And with that, YN pushed the shy-turning boy in the right direction and nudged him forward. She was nothing but a matchmaker—at least, she tried her best.

But the moment of quietness didn't stay long because suddenly, someone came up to her and cleared their throat to earn her attention. With a canapé in hand, YN turned and smiled widely at the familiar sight of Phil Coulson, but without his accompanying ID dangling at his suit jacket. "Phil! I'm so glad you could make it." Indeed, she was because, during all her time working with SHIELD and even during the aftermath of what had happened in D.C., Phil Coulson had become a somewhat friend to her, which Tony always had disliked, of course. The agent smiled at her and clumsily patted her lace-covered shoulder. "I couldn't miss this, Commander Stark."

A grin tucked at the corner of her mouth at the sound of her title combined with her newly acquired last name, and maybe YN had to admit that it sounded much better than she ever could've imagined. And as if he knew her thoughts, the man of the hour walked over to them and let his arm slowly sneak around her waist to pull her into his warm, inviting side. A loving, lingering kiss to her cheek followed before Tony shook hands with Coulson. "What do you think, Phil?"—YN couldn't help it and rolled her eyes—"The name fits her perfectly, doesn't it?" One of her hands immediately rose to hit Tony against his chest while her husband only laughed, and Coulson slowly shook his head with an amused expression on his face. "I will leave you two to discuss the matter. Tony, Commander. Congratulations."

As soon as her favorite agent had left them to themselves, YN started to chew on the snacks and cocked a brow at Tony. He, on the other hand, only was able to stare down at her, that one particular smile specially reserved for her very person spreading over his handsome features. His arm tightened its hold around her waist while his other hand started to brush over her arm upward, reaching her shoulder and continuing to her neck, so his thumb could caress her cheek. "But, tell me, wife." The man paused for a moment to grin at YN's chuckle. "Do you still think the change of names was such a disaster?" Cocking her head from one side to the other, YN observed Tony's face before shrugging. "I mean, I don't know yet. Barely anyone has called me by it so far. Maybe you should give it a try, and maybe I could be convinced to start thinking it's not too bad after all," she teased him and giggled at the feeling of his lips pressing kisses to hers. He only stopped to whisper soft versions of "Mrs. Stark" against them, grinning victoriously at the sound of her pleased humming and into the kiss she gave him in return. "Watch out, or you might have to call me Mrs. Stark for the rest of our lives."

Now it was Tony's turn to grin his cheeky, teasing grin and nudged YN's chin up, so he could look her directly into her eyes. "I told you it would suit you, Mrs. Stark. And think of the non-existing trouble we'll have when we start thinking about names. We won't have to find one that suits them both." Almost immediately, she could feel the tears—happy ones—welling up in her eyes, and taking a deep breath, YN leaned her cheek into the warm, comforting palm of his hand. She still couldn't believe how her life had turned for the better, and now, they would have everything they ever wanted, everything they had ever talked about when lying in their dark bedroom, watching the slow sunrise through the grand windows when sleep just wouldn't take hold of them. "And," Tony continued with a soft smile as soon as he saw the tears trying to spill out of his wife's eyes, "She needs the Stark name. We can't have her inherit every single penny without wearing the name that's printed on everything she'll own. Imagine the troubles and unnecessary stress she would have to face in that case because she would need to change every single goddamn letterhead. I don't want that for her."

YN still sniffled a bit, blinking rapidly to suppress the tears from falling, and instead concentrated on the growing question mark in her mind. "She?" The woman asked in a hushed whisper, not daring to take a breath, not wanting to risk scaring Tony off. But he only nodded, barely visible, and let his hand wander to her lower abdomen, where a tiny bump had already made its presence known and which would soon be all over the press. "It's not some weird fatherly feeling, I promise. There's only that one image in my head I can't forget. It's stuck like a damned idea, keeping me up all night."

He removed his hand from the position he had learned to love ever since YN had told him her suspicion to wrap his wife in a tight embrace. "So, you want a girl?" Her question pushed him to kiss her again. "I'm sure I wouldn't mess her up too badly." Her hands on his face and neck let him take a deep breath and ground himself. "You won't mess them up, Tony. I know you won't let that happen because you are who you are. You are the best man I ever had the pleasure to meet—well, not from the beginning..." His grumbling only made her laugh. "That's the way to ruin a compliment, love," the Stark returned but let her continue. "No one is born perfect, husband. We both had to develop and grow on this path we decided to walk together, but we did, and now I can proudly say that I married the best man on earth and that he will be such a wonderful father. Because you will be a wonderful father, Tony. They won't miss a thing in their life because you'd be there to fulfill their every wish and hope, even if it meant for you burning parts of the world down."

He could feel his hands shaking as he cupped his wife's face tenderly, seeing the ring she put there only hours ago almost gleaming in the corner of his vision, and knew he finally arrived at the spot he always was meant to be. Here, with this angel of a woman, making him the happiest and proudest man on earth, and letting him feel things he never had dared to hope for. "You will kick my ass if you ever think I mess her up." YN nodded at that and Tony bent down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. "And that's why I'm the luckiest man on earth." Because with her, he wouldn't repeat the mistakes his father made all those years ago.

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Oh gosh, I'm so sorry for this horrible dump of words. The idea in my head was so much better T.T The next Tony piece will hopefully be better. As usual: Reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated!

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[kingofthering]

normal part of my brain : you can't write about three different versions of Bezz's post-Sepang evening silly part of my brain : watch me, it's now Pecco's turn

Anyway, so. It's still Bezz's birthday and he's still in this annoying mood he can't shake out and he decides to do what he always does when he feels antsy with energy to expel in some way: he goes to Pecco.

Bezz kinda hates the face Pecco makes when he opens the door of his hotel room (there is definitely some pity in there, and Bezz knows he looks miserable but still) but he lets it pass, takes off his shoes and immediately goes for Pecco's bed, lying on his good side and hugging a comfort pillow to his chest. It smells like Pecco. It's nice.

It doesn't take long for Pecco to join him, facing him with his fist supporting his head. They're close. Bezz can see the mole hiding under Pecco's facial hair from there.

"What do you need? Wanna be mean to me? Might not be the weekend with the most material but I'm sure you can manage something."

Bezz snorts. He's not in the mood to trashtalk but he appreciates the effort. He also knows that he's being dramatic about the whole situation (Bezz is professional enough to work with anyone, Luca being in another box is not what's going to stop them from being friends) but there is something about knowing that Pecco will always be where Bezz expects him that's soothing for Bezz's heart.

Pecco's an overthinker. He's his own worst ennemy. He doesn't believe in himself as much as he should considering his talent.

When it comes to Bezz, though, he's always been solid. They might only be a year apart but sometimes it feels like Pecco has lived through so much more, too wise for his age. Bezz wanna be him as much as he wanna be so much different, better. It's a very healthy situation, he swears.

"Domizia sent me a text earlier, she wants me to wish you a happy birthday," Pecco offers next.

Bezz smiles, says "Thank you" and watches as Pecco smiles back, so fond.

Bezz doesn't know what he did to deserve the arrangement all three of them have. He knows he could ask Pecco to fuck him stupid right now. He could grab the lube in Pecco's suitcase himself and work his way between Pecco's legs, take care of him before asking Pecco to ride him, anything good enough for Bezz's body to stop feeling like his skin is vibrating.

Bezz could stay the night and suck Pecco off in the shower in the morning. That's what they did after Indonesia and Bezz wouldn't mind a repeat.

Instead, he says: "Tell me about the wedding preparations."

The ask takes Pecco by surprise at first, Bezz can tell from the way his brows go up for just a second. Then, though, Pecco says "sure" and he starts telling Bezz about the guests list and the dinner options.

Bezz closes his eyes and lets Pecco's voice soothe him, the subject at hand enough for him to forget about anything racing-related.

He thinks they've moved to the matter of flowers by the time he lets sleep win him over.

When Bezz wakes up, the room is dark, some lights coming through the half closed blinds. It takes him a second to realize that a duvet has been pulled over him at some point.

Pecco is sleeping next to him, on his stomach with his arms hugging the pillow from earlier. He looks so soft, angel-like, almost. Bezz loves him so much.

After getting up, Bezz only hits his hip into one chair on his way to the other side of the bed, somehow. He pushes the curls away from Pecco's forehead just so he can kiss him there, once.

Bezz knows he could have stayed. That night, though, falling back asleep in his own bed hugging the sweatshirt he stole from Pecco's bedroom before leaving, is just as great.

He's wearing said sweatshirt at the airport the next day and it has Pecco grinning at him, throwing a "and you say I don't know how to dress nicely, uh" in his direction before giving their coffee orders to the Starbucks worker waiting for him.

Pecco's name is written on the two cups, missing one C. Pecco paid for both drinks.

When he settles himself in the plane, Bezz feels lighter than the day before. When Luca sits down next to him and offers for them to watch a movie together, it's easier than Bezz expected to smile and say "yes, for sure, only if I can choose".

[gardenkt]

made some test flower arrangements for my wedding today; here is an arrangement made from the left over live thistle and dried flowers

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[that-dam-heartstopper-fan]

you know what? I am going to post this little fanfic.

I know this probably has a lot of grammar mistakes. If something dose not make sense just let me know. This is my first time seeing posting a fanfic

heartstopper fanfic

Nick x Charlie

Nick was laying on his and Charlie’s couch while Charlie was at University. Then he got an idea to surprise Charlie when he gets home. Nick knows Charlie has had a rather stressful few days. So, Nick got up and put on his shoes, grabbed his wallet and car keys and walked out the door of his apartment. When he got to his car he started his engine and got the directions to the closest flower shop. 

Maybe it was cheesy to get Charlie flowers but he loved going random cheesy things for Charlie, and Charlie loves flowers. 

When he got inside the flower shop he saw about 5 other people in the shop. 3 workers all looking between the age of 16 and 20. 

He was looking for the daisies when he herd a voice behind him. “Hey, how may I help you? Is there anything you need?” It was a guy about 25 wearing an apron and a pin that said co-owner: James. Also, a pansexual pin  under that one. He is about 5”8, has short pink hair, and blue eyes. 

“Ummm, just looking for flowers for my boyfriend, do you know where that daisies are?” 

“How nice! And yes, they are right over here,” the guy started to walk, so Nick followed. “Here you are! If you need any help just find me or my husband. We own the store.” And with that the guy walked off. 

Nick looked at the flowers that they guys had pointed to there was an arrangement of  daisies. Nick picked up a bundle that had daisies and a few other flowers that Nick did not recognize. He made his way up to the counter to pay for the flowers. 

“Is this all?” The guy he saw earlier was typing in something on the computer at the check out when Nick set the flowers down. 

“Yeah.” Nick responded as he started to grab his credit card. 

“Ok, give me one second.” The man went to the back and came back with a card. 

Nick wondered what the man was planning on doing. 

“Ok so this is a little note, if you want to put a little note I can show you how to put the note in the flowers without if falling out.”

“Sure. I would love that. Is there any way you could write it, my spelling is crap.”

The man laughed, “what would you  like to say?”

 “Just put that, ummm,” Nick had to think for a second, “ok this might not make sense but he will understand: I like you in a romantic way not just a friend was! I basically told the ocean that on our first date.”

“Awww, that is so adorable.” The man said after finishing writing the note down. Nick noticed how nice the handwriting is. Then the man wrote something else, but Nick just assumed that it was the rest of the phrase. The man placed the note neatly into the flowers making sure it would not fall. 

Nick got his credit card ready to pay when the man said something that surprised him,  “Oh, don’t worry this one is on me. I just know it will be worth it. You seem like a nice boyfriend for getting him flowers.” 

“Omg, thank you! Are you sure?” 

“Yea.” The man said nodding his head. 

Before Nick left he grabbed a business card because he knew he would come back soon, and was wondering if they did wedding flowers. He drove home thinking about what their wedding would look like. 

When he got back he knew he had about 2 hours until Charlie would get home, so he set the flowers in some water for now still in the sleeve. Then, he stared to clean the house. He knew Charlie would spend tonight cleaning if it was dirty at all, so Nick seeped cleaned the house. 

Once he picked up everything and put everything in its place, he  mopped, dusted, swept, vacuumed, dishes, laundry, and showered. By the time he got out of the shower and dressed it would be about 15 minutes until Charlie got home. 

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When Nick heard Charlie’s keys jingle, he got up and grabbed the flowers, dried the ends off so they would not be dripping, stood by the door, and held the flowers behind his back. 

Then, Charlie opened the door. When he did Nick engulfed Charlie in a hug. 

“Oh, hi my love! Missed you too.” Charlie said sounding surprised but hugged back. 

Nick could tell how much Charlie needed this hug. When they pull back Nick handed Charlie the flowers. “I got there for you and I may or may not have cleaned the flat.” Nick said with a grin. 

“Omg, Nick I love you so much! Thank you so so so so so much.” Charlie jumped a bit into the hug. 

Charlie was used to Nick getting him small random gifts ever once in a while but it never got old. Then Nick swung Charlie around. 

When he put him down Charlie immediately kissed Nick. Nick deepened the kiss by pulling Charlie closer.  

Charlie pulled back for a minute to set the flowers down and pull off his shoes. After that they went right back to kissing. This time Nick pulled back and started kissing Charlie’s neck. “God, it is like you like me a bit more that friends,” Charlie said in a sarcastic way. 

Then, Nick pulled back and just as sarcastically said, “oh no, I have been outed.” That was their little inside joke ever since Nick came out. 

After that, Charlie noticed the note in the flowers, “what is this?” Charlie looked up smiling even more. 

“Just a little something.” Nick said mirroring his smile.  

Charlie gently grabbed the note and started to read it. While he was reading it his eyebrows scrunched and then went back to the big smile he had. 

“What?” Nick asked being super confused.

“At the end the person wrote a bit more that I imagined you said. They said to make sure to keep this one, he is 100% a keeper. That is adorable!” Charlie said looking up from the note and flowers. “Also, I love you in a romantic way not just a friend way.” 

Nick just smiled and gave Charlie a little peck. He walked into the kitchen finding a vase to put the flowers in and filling it up with water. Then, Charlie came into the room and started to put the flowers neatly in the vase making sure everything was in its place. 

Charlie turned and looked at Nick, “how about we watch a movie tonight? We can order takeout?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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[ksera-sera]

In honor of Ace Awareness Week, I would like to share a story from my Chrono Trigger AU.

A Fine Home

Truce, Guardia 600AG (three weeks since Glenn’s return)

Glenn stood at the edge of the property with Edgar. A cobblestone wall lined the property and a small field lay before him with a small manor by the forest and seaside cliff. A land and cliffside he already knew. Clearly the house had been rebuilt at some point in the future but he knew that centuries down the way, Gina and Crono would call this land home.

“This was all Cyrus’s?” he asked quietly. “I mean, what about his kin?”

“The king thought it should go to you, considering things,” Edgar replied. “As for Cyrus… He was Lord Ashfall’s only living heir, the bloodline of the Ashfall’s died in the war and Cyrus, as his legal and only recognized heir, had no one. No widow nor children… No one of any sort to claim the property.”

“How could he have not had anyone? In the entire decade I was exiled… Cyrus never wed?” Glenn asked, honestly stunned. He had always thought it was odd how aloof Cyrus had been about courtship but he had been so sure that Cyrus would have wanted a family of his own. He had loved his parents and siblings so deeply.

Edgar shrugged and led the way to the house. “All the years I knew him, Cyrus never pursued or acknowledged the courtship of any women. Plenty were fond of him but he shrugged off all of it, claiming the war was more important at the time.”

“So the Ashfall line ended with him,” Edgar concluded. Arriving at the door, he changed the subject, “The house is a fine size for starting a family.”

“I suppose it is,” Glenn nodded. He didn’t know what else to say and while it felt wrong to claim Cyrus’s property, Glenn didn’t want to offend the king. He followed Edgar inside to inspect the house.

It was a fine house as Edgar had noted. However, it was also so… empty feeling. The décor was minimal. The Ashfall banner hung over the fireplace mantle and there was a ceremonial suit of armor on a mannequin. A weapon rack stood nearby collecting dust.

Glenn quietly walked around the main room, peeked in the kitchen and eventually went up the stairs. On the upper floor were three rooms down a small corridor. Glenn walked down to the door at the very end of the hall and opened up the door. A bedroom with a wardrobe and a desk stood beyond the threshold.

There was a bouquet of dried white Chrysanthemums laying on the top of the desk but as Glenn got closer, he saw there were six pieces of paper meticulously folded into the shape of butterflies, arranged carefully around the small bouquet. Even after all these decades Glenn still recognized the white flowers and paper butterflies as a Choran tradition of mourning. It was clear to Glenn that Cyrus had still been mourning the loss of his family members and kept a small shrine of sorts for them in secret.

“So, what do you think?” Edgar asked from the doorway, apparently unaware of the significance of the papers and flowers upon Cyrus’s desk.

“It’s a fine house, as you said,” Glenn replied. “Bea will love it.”

Edgar nodded. “I’ll go inform the king that you’ll take the land then.”

Glenn nodded and told Edgar he’d see him at the castle later. After Edgar departed, Glenn lingered at the desk. He carefully picked up a piece of square parchment off the dusty pile. Carefully, Glenn started to fold the piece of paper in his hands

It had been ages since he had done any Choran paper-folding but his fingers mostly remembered the way to crease the paper although his prosthetic made the job a bit tricky. Soon, he had a paper butterfly in his hands, a bit crumpled but a butterfly nonetheless. Setting it down with the other six butterflies, Glenn offered a silent prayer for his fallen friend, hoping Cyrus’s soul had found its way to his family. He silently promised Cyrus that he would take care of the house and keep his memory as long as he could.

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NejiHina Week 2022 Day six: Midnight.

Half-light

Prompts used: Midnight.

The day had been longer than he'd thought, or at least that's how it had felt. It wasn't just the expectation, but the accumulation of emotions, the immense happiness of uniting his life with hers and, also, the tedious need to comply with all the protocols and requirements.

The ceremony had been beautiful, if he could allow himself to think so. An indescribable feeling of peace, of being back where he belongs, washed over him throughout the rite. Seeing her there, in her delicate wedding dress, like the very vision of beauty embodied in human form, with a pure smile on her face; no nerves, no doubt, she was as sure to join him as he felt.

However, nerves did overwhelm him now. The party had lasted endless hours, from the morning after the ceremony was over, until well after dark. It was practically midnight.

When in the distance he saw the bridesmaids approach his wife to inform her that it was time to retire to the room they would share, emotions flooded him. The anticipation grew, and in a moment, the exhaustion of the busy day disappeared. He suddenly felt impatient, as if the minutes couldn't go by fast enough.

When he was finally informed that the time to retire had arrived, however, his nerves got the best of him. Although the warm bath had been prepared for him, he decided to take a quick cold shower to keep himself more alert.

He tied a knot in the white silk robe he was wearing, the only piece of clothing that had been arranged for him to wear, in spite of his blushing, before crossing the corridor that would lead him to the room where his wife should be waiting for him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he had to calm down. If he himself felt nervous, Hinata would surely be anxious, so he had to stay strong and confident to support her. Slowly, he opened his eyes and slid the door open.

The room was beautifully arranged, lit only by white-light candles of varying heights and thicknesses, arranged across the length and breadth of the room, giving it a warm and serene atmosphere. The bed was surrounded by a canopy from which layers and layers of fine white muslin fell delicately like drapes, the white sheets matching. Throughout the room, surrounding the bed, beautiful bouquets of fragrant pink and white peonies had been arranged, surely Ino's choice. As he remembered having heard her say, pink peonies symbolized eternal and happy marriage, and white ones... shyness?... something like that.

Surely shyness was an adequate word to describe them at this moment, especially Hinata, who was standing in front of the window, her back turned to the door where he himself was standing, motionless.

Hearing him enter Hinata turned to him, however, she kept her eyes directed towards the floor and her face perfectly reflected her shyness.

Neji remained for a few more seconds delighting in his wife's beauty. Dressed in a fine lace nightgown, held to her shoulders by thin straps, length to the middle of her thighs and with a modest neckline at the height of her chest, all covered by a white silk robe to match his, which managed to cover her up to her knees and that, despite being firmly tied at her waist, it opened revealing the upper part of her body.

Hinata gave off a delicate aroma of lotus flower, her favorite perfume, which combined perfectly with the beauty and absolute delicacy of its wearer, and which was also the flower that he himself had chosen for their wedding because of the similarity he found it to have with his wife.

Her long black hair had been freed from the high bun in which it had been styled for the wedding, washed and dried, and now fell free over her back and chest. A few shorter strands of hair, which had once been her bangs, were now framing her beautiful pale face, brushing up to her clavicle.

Behind her, he saw his own reflection in the window pane. His white robe, no matter how hard he tried to adjust it, also fell open, revealing his bare chest. His long brown hair fell neatly on his own back and thanks to his remarkable efforts, his face looked calm and confident, despite the nerves that consumed him inside.

Finally he took a few steps forward, closing the distance that separated him from his wife. Yes, now they were husband and wife, everything was fine. It was normal to feel nervous being together like this for the first time, but now they were inextricably linked for life, spiritually they were one and physically they would be too.

He took her delicate chin between his fingers, gently lifting Hinata's face. He looked into her deep lavender eyes surrounded by long dark lashes, before placing the softest kiss on her lips, to which she responded naturally.

-I love you, Hinata -were the only words that managed to come out of his lips, despite the depth of feelings he harbored inside him -Are you nervous?

-Y-yes -she said, trying to look away -I don't… I’ve never… I don't know what to do.

Neji smiled.

-It's okay, you don't have to worry. -His smile was tender when he saw the blush on Hinata's face, but his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from her round lips -I'll be soft.

And after saying this, he melted his lips into Hinata's, as if the most delicious flavor emanated from her mouth, as if he found the only cure for a stormy and painful disease in her, as if his life depended on it.

His hands slid smoothly down her neck and lightly caressing the exposed skin on her chest, before reaching the knot that kept the white robe covering his wife's nightgown. With great patience, he unraveled that firm knot, but Hinata's hands landed on his as he tried to open it, keeping it closed to cover her body.

-What happened? Don’t you want to do it? If you prefer to wait, that's fine...

-N-no, that's not it… -Hinata felt like she was drowning in her own emotions. She desired to be with Neji, but she was too nervous, too embarrassed -It's just that you've never... seen me before... what if...? -Her face turned completely red.

-Are you afraid that I won't like you? -Neji asked, half in disbelief and half amused.

Hinata simply nodded, her eyes shut in embarrassment.

-Hinata -Neji squeezed Hinata's hands firmly over her belly, releasing her nightgown that fell open as he leaned down to whisper softly in her ear -There's no way I couldn't like you. I love every part of you, I love your soul and I will love your body the same. For me, there has never been anyone as beautiful as you.

Neji could feel how the blush rose to his cheeks as he spout that confession, and for a moment he was glad that the position they were in would not allow Hinata to see it, however, she turned her face and captured his lips in a kiss, passionate, desperate. Tears fell from her eyes, moistening the kiss, and when they parted, a huge smile spread on both their faces. Tears of happiness. Neji felt like he himself might cry too.

After this, Hinata felt completely safe. As Neji removed the robe from her shoulders and gently kissed her shoulders and clavicle, she could feel his love, not only physically, but deep inside her soul.

Hinata's hands lightly settled on Neji's broad, hard chest, running over it in a gentle massage as she moved to his shoulders and arms, causing the top of his robe to fall away, revealing his bare torso. Neji felt as if those little hands were burning every inch of skin they touched and infinite little tickles were running under his skin.

Intoxicated with the sensation, they continued caressing and kissing each other. Hinata felt as if every corner of Neji's body was a sacred place, a treasure of immeasurable value that she must walk through and claim as her own. Her heart burned with love.

Neji kissed her neck and buried his nose in the hollow between it and her clavicles, while his skillful hands slid the thin straps of her nightgown making it fall gently, caressing her body. Faced with Hinata's nakedness, his lips softly and slowly ran over the skin of her chest, inhaling her aroma and delighting in her taste. The sensation was addictive, and he felt like he needed her like he needed oxygen to stay alive.

Hinata closed her eyes, focusing on Neji's cool lips on her skin. The pleasure made her feel like she was floating. She took courage and placed her hands on the knot of her husband's robe, undoing it with infinite slowness, exposing his body.

It was almost insolent. How could something so beautiful exist? How could she dare to be so beautiful? There, barely looking at her in the delicate and dim light of the candles, Neji felt as if his mind was going to explode and his being couldn't bear such beauty.

Hinata felt the same way. Standing there, facing the love of her life, as if he were an angel come to earth just for her. It must had been the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life.

Neji's strong arms held Hinata around the waist, squeezing her into a secure embrace, her head resting on his broad chest. The top of Hinata's head barely brushed above his shoulder, and the frame of her body seemed incredibly delicate and slender, just over half the contour of his, but right now, despite the vast difference in height and size, it felt as if they were a perfect fit, as if they had been created that way especially for each other, like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly, without resistance.

He gently parted her to meet her lips with his and trace them in a succession of small, tender kisses, before deepening in a passionate kiss, claiming every corner of her mouth. Hinata was short of breath, but she felt as if Neji was the breeze that allowed her to breathe.

He adjusted his arms, one behind her back and one below her knees to lift her up in one effortless motion. She wrapped her thin arms around his slender neck, and he kissed her relentlessly as he walked until he placed her gently on the bridal bed.

He managed to get on top of her, his knees resting on either side of her legs, as she refused to stop kissing him or release her hold. Hinata pulled Neji's face hard towards hers, placing her hands on his cheeks, deepening the kiss even more if that was possible. She was already addicted to his taste.

His hands slid gently up and down her torso, releasing tiny sparks of pleasure with each movement. As if an electric current ran through her, Hinata let out small sighs and soft approving sounds.

Neji felt like a fool, lovesick, completely lost between the feel of her lips, the softness of her body and the musicality of her sighs. His mind was already unable to think clearly, he could only focus on her, on the need to surrender to her.

His hand lightly touched Hinata's belly before sliding down one of her legs. She parted her lips to let out a moan of pleasure and he seized the moment to search her eyes. He felt trapped in the immensity of those lavender eyes that looked at him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. They both trembled. He really was a fool for her, but being a fool for Hinata felt like the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Like a magnetic force, Hinata's body called to him, claimed him. Not even for a second  without looking into each other's eyes, Neji finally became one with her, uniting their bodies as much as their souls already were.

At that moment she became the center of the universe, the only thing that kept him anchored to the world. His body wrapped in pleasure seemed to float in the air, but that point where they were connected reminded him how earthly everything was. She became his center of gravity.

They felt infinite, as if the entire universe dwarfed in comparison.

Hinata tangled her hands on Neji's hair, squeezing the soft locks of long brown hair as she bit into his shoulder, trying to contain her force, in response to the burning sensation of receiving him inside her for the first time. After the initial minutes of pain were past, waves of pleasure washed over her.

Hinata's brow was furrowed, her eyes narrowed and her mouth opened delicately, in an expression that reflected how good she felt. She relaxed her entire body and let herself go, letting Neji set the pace. She wasn’t in her right mind to think about anything but the joy and delight he brought her. Her chest almost ached from so much love.

The sound of their wet movements, the cold sweat running down their bodies, the softness of skin on skin, felt like being swept away by a cool spring on a hot summer day, like a relief from utter necessity.

When they both finally came to an end, Hinata closed her eyes, trying to keep on her skin and in her memory every second of that precious night, she would treasure it forever in her heart. That was a poem, being Neji's and that he belonged to her, she could hardly believe it. Only he could love her like this.

Little by little, tiredness took over her and she fell into a soft and sweet sleep.

-I love you, Hinata -she heard Neji say, as if his voice were far away.

Neji watched her placidly, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful movement. She felt like peace, like complete tranquility in a chaotic world.

He touched her beautiful face, barely brushing it with his fingertips, as if it were the most fragile object that had ever existed. Although his skin demanded to discover her again, he suppressed his instinct and settled for watching her lying next to him.

-Hinata –Her name was sacred –Try to listen to me, love.

But she kept her eyes closed and her expression peaceful, as if she were immersed in a tender dream.

-Every day, for the rest of my life... in peace and in chaos, in tranquility and in despair, I will love you... because only you know the darkness and anger of my past and still you have loved me, because you helped me to be better... every night before I go to sleep, and every morning when I wake up, I will love you... at every moment until my death, even in the memories if I can't see you, I will love you... until I go crazy, even if it goes far beyond from the limits of what is understandable and what is allowed, I will love you... I will always love you.

Neji spoke the words, the vows he had prepared that he hadn't been able to utter during the wedding because shame overcame him. Here, in the half-light on their marriage bed, after having consummated his love for Hinata, the atmosphere was so peaceful and so safe that there was nothing he couldn't do or say.

He didn't know if she had managed to hear his words, but he would put his body and soul to do everything in his power to make sure that every second of her life Hinata could feel them.