#Flower Prompts

[thepromptswhisperer]

Flower Prompts

“Did you pick them out yourself?”

Stumble upon a dried flower in their partner’s book/private stuff. (One, that looks vaguely familiar. Is that the one they gave them for their first date?)

Wonder if bringing flowers to the date is too much. 

“I’ve never received any before.”

“What did you do?” “What?” “You only ever give me flowers when you have something to confess. So, shoot. I'm listening.”

Know the other is well versed in the language of flowers, and spend hours trying to pick out the right one for them. 

Put a flower in the other’s hair. 

“What’s not to like about flowers?”

Gift the other flowers they are allergic to.

Only realize this is a date and not just a normal hangout when the other gives them flowers. 

“You spoil me.”

“You need to buy a vase.” “Why? This does perfectly fine.” “For now, sure. But what if I wanted to give you flowers every single day from now on?”

“Let me get this straight: You broke into [name]’s garden to pick some of their award-winning flowers for me? How are you still alive?”

Only realize how meaningful the flowers gifted to them are when the other explains why they picked those specific ones.

“They love me, they love me not,...”

See a vase of flowers at the other’s place and wonder if someone else gave them to them. 

“Flowers make me sad.”

Stare at a vase of flowers, gifted to them by the other just hours/etc. before their argument/breakup. 

Receive a flower bracelet/crown made by the other. 

“Do you give all your dates flowers?”

Place a flower on a casket.

“Did I forget our anniversary (again)?”

Receive gifts from an anonymous admirer. First a vase, then a new flower every day. 

Walk into a room that has flower petals strewn all over the floor.

“They smell almost as good as you do.”

“Don’t read too much into it. It’s just a flower. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Date someone who, contrary to them, does not have even a single plant in their apartment/etc.

They imagined lying in a flower field with their partner/etc. to be more romantic than it truly is.

“For something half dead, flowers sure are expensive.”

Think the other wanted to express something specific to them with their flower choice. Turns out, they simply thought they looked nice. 

“What’s your favorite flower?” “Huh? Why?” “One of these days, somebody might want to surprise you with some.” / ”No reason,” only for them to receive some a few days later.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Epel w/ Gardenia!

Epel Felmier:

Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends.

“Why are you staring so hard?”

You never had anyone study your beauty routine as intensely as Epel was now, not even Vil who wanted to check every ingredient in the products you used. At first you didn’t know why he followed you to your room, having just confessed to having a first date in just a few hours and that you needed to start getting ready; you wondered if he was worried about you or about this other person, as Epel had always proven to be a good friend to you. You don’t think he’s quite experienced enough to point out any improvements in your make-up or flex knowledge like Vil or Rook could do but you didn’t mind the company, smiling away as the question went unanswered for another few minutes.

“…It’s because you’re beautiful.” You make eye contact with him in the mirror, amused when his eyes darted away to look at anything but you. You were used to more brazen behavior from your fellow Pomefiore student but this seemed to be the most brazen thing of all, yet he didn’t fully commit to it.

“I have another question.” You tried to keep the laughter from your tone but it hit you all at once why he had attached himself to your side; just to be sure, you moved your mirror to get a full reflection of his face, knowing he wouldn’t notice, “Why did you come get ready with me? Are you going on the date, too?”

Epel’s eyebrows twitched at the mention of a date, the frown on his face apparent. You knew he was being more honest because he didn’t realize it was your turn to study him, seeing the way he reacted to the thought of you with another person. This had just been a distraction date, a nice enough person but not someone you imagined would last longer than the night. Epel, however, had proven himself both earnest and interesting, certainly a person who captured interest. He was also ridiculously cute, pretty even, though you knew he’d hate it if you voiced your thoughts on it.

“You shouldn’t go on that date,” Epel finally stated, voice quieter than normal. His eyebrow was still twitching but he had wiped the frown off his face, his arms now crossed.

“Why?” You ask again, your favorite question of the night it seemed. It was like plucking hairs but the pain would be worth it if you could finally get some form of a confession out of him. His cheeks bloomed a beautiful pink that went perfectly with his hair, a true masterpiece that you could sit and admire all night. You’re already drafting the message in your head to apologize for canceling the date, but Epel was being too cute for you to concentrate for long.

“You know why.” Epel’s scowl is more of a pout and you tried not to give yourself away by fawning over it, taking a little breath before turning in your seat to face him head on. Epel is surprised by your sudden move, looking at you like he was prepared to fight to not get thrown out of your room.

“I want you to say it.”

Epel seemed to think for a moment before his leg shot out, hooking around the leg of your chair and suddenly pulling you closer to him. It was a shocking move and one that displayed some strength, your heart fluttering more by the minute. Who taught him that? He wore such a serious look on his face you thought you might get a scolding first before a confession, but what you got was even better.

“I want you to stay here… with me.”

 “Oh, but I’m practically all done up with nowhere to go! It’d be a crime not to go out tonight.”

“Th-then I’ll take you out!” Epel’s response was the boldness you had been waiting for, your eyes lighting up as you leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Doesn’t it feel good being honest~? Now get lost so I can get ready for our date, I can at least surprise you with a nice outfit, right?” You ushered him from your room with a playful ‘shoo, shoo!’ while he was still reeling from the feeling of your lips on his skin, standing frozen in front of your door even after you had closed it.

He didn’t even notice when Rook walked by, singing about how love was in the air.

[writtenbyevie]

Flower Language Based Prompt List I made instead of writing 💐

I tried to make the prompts relate to each flower’s definition per the Victorian Flower Language without getting too repetitive.

The prompts are all fairly open ended and I figured people could use them for their own inspiration or request games!!

You know the “send me a ship and flower and I’ll write something.”

Anywho, if anyone does end up using this I’d love it if you’d tag me so I can read what you’ve written!! Either way, I hope someone can get use out my procrastinating 💖

Click here to view an unedited version of the document: The List

[seangelfish]

i'm requesting for the enstars flower prompts! i'd like to request madara with coriander, forget me not, peony, and pansy! thank you so much ^^

A/N: The max prompts is 3, but since I didn't get that many requests this time round, I will write all 4 for you~

Madara Mikejima

🌼 coriander: what do they love the most about their s/o, both physical and personality-wise?

– Physically, Madara loves all of you! He cannot pick a favourite since every part of you makes you you. He appreciates every part of you and loves every part of you equally. If you don't, then he'll make sure to bring attention to all the areas you're insecure about.

"(Y/N), you're beautiful here... here... annnd here!"

– Personality-wise, Madara loves it when you're quiet or a person who gets easily embarrassed because he finds it somewhat cute. Madara is a loud, extroverted person so he could be your voice, and he loves being helpful to you. But if you're not a person that's like that, then he loves how confident you are too, and how brave and strong-willed you can be!

🌼 forget-me-nots: what do they do to get their s/o’s attention?

– Madara is a guy who would do anything and everything to get your attention. This includes simple acts such as frantically waving at you from across the hall or through a crowd, yelling out your name, or just simply calling or texting you to look up.

– However, when you're busy and Madara wants your attention, he'll calmly ask for it. He doesn't want to be a bother after all. If you reject him, he won't be too upset either because he knows that you don't mean it. He'll wait patiently for you!

🌼 pansy: who likes to tease their s/o the most? how do they react to being teased?

– Madara would tease you more than you would tease him. He just adores his lover sooo much! He's a guy who would like to rile his partner up just so he could see their cute, flustered face.

– But he does like it when you do tease him back especially if you're not one to tease him often. It does surprise him when you start making flirty jokes, and at this point, he's the one who gets flustered.

"Haha, doesn't my boyfriend look good today?" you teased as you began fiddling with his outfit. "This looks good on you... you should wear it more often."

"R-Really?" he asked nervously, a pink hue appearing on his cheeks. "M-Maybe I should... just for you!"

🌼 peony: how do they get their s/o to blush? how does their s/o make them blush?

– Anything Madara does is blush-worthy, but what makes you blush the most is when he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently. It's a simple act of love, but you can see the adoration in his eyes when he looks back up at you with that usual, handsome smile of his.

– A surprise kiss on the cheek would make him instantly blush because he would not expect it. Of course, you do give him kisses here and there, but at work when he knows you like being professional, he can't help but blush when you go on your tiptoes to kiss him.

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

Andddd another because I’m greedy for your smutty drabbles hehe but orchid with will because I just love when he shows his dark side hehe😈 like seriously tho season 2a to 2b transition vibes yes pls!!!!

OOOOOOHHHHH oh my god yEAH!!! ETA: also im so sorry i misread this bc i was mid melatonin delirium 😭😭 i wrote hannibal but i will make it up to you!!!!

Orchid: An innocent moment devolving into something that’s not.

———

All you’d wanted to do was swing by his office for a quick visit. Just that, no hidden intentions at all. You’d been missing him through the long hours he’d been gone for work, and you couldn’t help yourself.

When you’d arrived, he still had some paperwork to finish, but suddenly it didn’t seem as important. He always enjoyed your company, but it made it harder for him to concentrate. He watched you wandering around his office in that curious, absent-minded way of yours, searching for all the traces of him.

Seeing you so open and unguarded, so utterly comfortable in his presence, he was overcome with the need for…. Something. To grab, to envelop, to conquer.

And how to channel this sudden urge?

For starters, he stood up. The sudden motion caught your attention and you looked at him, tilting your head slightly in curiosity.

He said nothing, pretending to look over some things, slowly getting closer to you. You took a small step back, nothing more than an instinctual gesture, but it spurred him on.

He smiled and somehow, you knew you were in trouble.

Then he darted forward, and you leapt away, engaging him in a small game of cat and mouse.

You giggled, nervous, elated, nearly breathless. Looping around the furniture, circling each other.

“Hannibal!” You squeaked as he finally cornered you against the ladder that led to the upper floor.

Your heart was close to leaping out of your chest. But still your eyes, wide and docile and inviting, were trained on his. His grin sharpened and there was a keenness in his gaze that made you suppress a shudder.

Of course, he did not miss the way your thighs pressed together.

“What’s come over you?” You asked softly, as if you didn’t already know.

He reached out, his gaze following the path his inquisitive finger trailed down your front; Testing the buttons of your blouse. He was on the brink of tearing it off, you could tell, but he was holding back to continue building anticipation.

“Nothing, my love,” he said casually, finger trailing back up until it reached your chin, tilting your face up. “I just wanted to show you how much I’ve been craving you, too. Will you let me have a taste?”

You shuddered then, clinging to his arms, nails digging into his biceps. Your voice a shaky plea.“Tear me apart.”

———

[flowers-of-april]

april showers bring may flowers: prompt list

I wanted to make a flower-based April writing prompt challenge, so I did. Flower meanings are sourced from this book on flower meanings

PROMPT LIST 1: Daisy: Innocence 2: Lilac: First Love/Reminiscence 3: Violet: Modesty 4: Anemone: Forsaken Love 5: Oleander: Caution 6: Honeysuckle: Devotion 7: Poppy: Eternal Sleep 8: Laurel: Glory/Victory/Success 9: Orchid: Elegance/Beauty 10: Petunia: Anger/Resentment 11: Iris: Valour 12: Heather: Luck/Protection 13: Fern: Magic/Secrecy 14: Oak: Bravery 15: Tulip: Love Declaration 16: Magnolia: Dignity 17: Pansy: You Occupy My Thoughts 18: Lavender: Distrust 19: Mistletoe: Surmounting Difficulties 20: Queen Anne's Lace: Sanctuary 21: Protea: Transformation 22: Myrtle: Love 23: Hyacinth: Please Forgive Me 24: Nettle: Cruelty 25: Hemlock: Death 26: Dandelion: Divination/Fortune-Telling 27: Mint: Consolation 28: Jasmine: Amiability/Cheerfulness 29: Rue: Regret 30: Lily of the Valley: Return of Happiness

ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS Bouquet 1: Apology Hyacinth: Forgiveness Bluebell: Humility Peony: Bashfulness Olive Branch: Asking for Peace Bouquet 2: Courting Blush Roses: Blossoming Romance Cornflower: Hope in Love Sweet William: Gallantry Honeysuckle: Devoted Affection Bouquet 3: Marriage Roses: True Love Ivy: Fidelity Myrtle: Hope/Love Dahlia: Commitment/Eternal Love Bouquet 4: Bitter Ends Datura: Deceitful Charms Tansy: Hostility Thistle: Misanthropy Wormwood: Bitterness Bouquet 5: Regret & Sorrow Asphodel: Regrets to the Grave Azalea: Fragility Snowdrop: Consolation/Hope Rue: Regret Willow: Mourning

The only 'rule' is to please have fun. You may tag "flowersofapril2024," if you'd like, and I'll reblog anything I see. If you feel like filling these prompts on AO3 then "Flowers of April" or "Flowers of April 2024" would be a suitable tag. You may also submit to the FlowersofApril2024 collection on AO3

[galamalion]

୨୧. 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃

summary. you visit sabo after his sudden collapse.

⤷ contents. sabo x gn!reader, fluff + angst, light angst

⤷ notes. hello!! sorry for the long wait, college has been very busy! this is for my flower prompts and requested by @resetjupiter! hope you enjoy!

It’d been three days since Sabo suddenly collapsed. You’d been exiled from his room in the medical bay, checking in far too often for the doctor’s liking and causing a disturbance with your constant pestering. Koala and Ivankov did their best to inform you of any updates for his condition, but for the past three days it’d been static. At least, until now.

You’d been pacing in the medical bay for the past two hours (the doctor said you couldn’t enter his room, but right outside the door was fair game), waiting for the ‘ok’ to enter.

Sabo’s health wasn’t something you ever had to worry about. He was one of the strongest soldiers in the Revolutionary Army and right-hand man to Monkey D. Dragon. The two of you were inseparable, unstoppable. No matter the challenges you faced, you always came out on top. Lady Luck was on your side, protecting you from any and all harm. So why did this happen?

Suddenly, the door to Sabo’s room creaked open. Koala’s head poked out, gently nodding for you to enter, which you hurriedly obliged. Upon entering, you saw Sabo laying in the hospital bed, looking unimaginably tired and stressed despite having slept for the last three days. You slowly approached his bed and sat on the edge, giving Koala a nod as she silently exited the room, leaving the two of you alone.

It was hard to look at Sabo. Strands of soft blonde hair obscured his face which made it difficult for him to see, but that was hardly a problem at the moment as he only stared blankly at the wall ahead of him. His eyes had dark circles around them, clearly stress-induced judging by the shaky frowned etched into his face. Yes, he was incredibly hard to look at, and yet you could see the man you loved hidden behind this shell.

Testing the waters, you stretched your hand over his palm, gently grazing him with your touch. Immediately, Sabo grasped your hand, pulling it up to his mouth, peppering it with light kisses. You felt your heart swell in your chest as your lover slowly raised his other hand to your cheek, carefully brushing it. No words were spoken, only a silent reassurance that you were both still here, in presence and spirit.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely. His eyes slightly crinkled, likely from the stress of using his unused throat. But you could still see that familiar glimmer in his eyes, barely burning from the strain of the past three days.

“Don’t,” you mumbled, pulling him into a gentle hug, “don’t be sorry, ever. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You could hear a tiny sniffle coming from Sabo as he dug his head into the crook of your neck. His arms came to your back, holding you close in an embrace. This was the first hug you shared since Sabo’s collapse, and it reassured you that he hadn’t left. That he wasn’t going anywhere. You heard him speak up from the safety of your shoulder, clutching onto you even tighter.

“I…remember now.” he took a deep breath in, preparing himself for his next words.

“Everything, from before I joined the Revolutionaries. I remember everything,” Sabo’s body began shaking, “My home, my family—my real family, my brothers—Ace!” he grasped onto you for any kind of stability in his moment of complete vulnerability, quivering in your arms as his tears flowed freely.

Slowly, his head parted from your shoulder, but his hands lingered. Your mind went blank as you attempted to comprehend his words. You were aware that Sabo couldn’t remember what happened during his childhood, that when Dragon brought him aboard he was an amnesiac who refused to return back to his family, but you knew nothing of his past. No one did.

“Have you told Dragon?” you asked carefully, resting your hand on his knee.

“No, I wanted you to know first. I’ll tell him and Ivankov later,” his hands fled to your own, running them across the creases in your fingers, “for now, I just want you to be here with me.”

In response to Sabo’s words, all you could do was stare into his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was possible to love Sabo more than you already had, but time and time again he proved you wrong. His devotion, to his family, friends, and you, was unmatched by all.

Sabo shuffled in the hospital bed, continuing to stare down at your hands. Slowly, his eyes met your own once again. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice cracking, “for everything.”

You gave him a small smile, “Didn’t I already tell you to knock that off? You’ve got nothing to thank me for.”

“You told me not to apologize. Gratitude is still on the table.”

Already Sabo was returning to his usual self, the lingering tears in his eyes drying as you two jabbed each other with sharp barbs, just like how things were before. You knew he was still your Sabo, but seeing and hearing is different than believing. Being able to see his unshakable grin was completely different than recalling a memory of it.

A soft knock at the door interrupted your lover's quarrel, your heads turning to see Dragon opening the door. He gave you a curt nod, and you knew he was silently asking for privacy. One glimpse at Sabo showed that he knew it too, laying a kiss on your hand before your incoming departure.

“Come visit again soon, yeah?” he smiled. “It’d be cruel to abandon a sick man.”

You brushed his stray hairs from his forehead, leaving room for a light peck on his forehead, “You poor thing, I'll bring you some fresh flowers when I come back,” you teased.

You slid off the bed and pranced towards the door, hearing it creak shut as you stepped out into the hallway. Walking through the halls of the infirmary gave you time to think about your parting words, pondering what bouquet would suit your rough, yet incredibly posh and polished, lover.

As you exited the building you spied numerous carnations lining the walkway, planted to raise the spirits of the injured and their families. What caught your eye, however, was a single sapphire flower in the middle of the swathes of carnations.

'A unique flower for a unique man,’ you chuckled to yourself, moving to carefully pluck the flower from its place.

"Just our luck," you whispered, bringing it to your lips for a single kiss.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment

Leviathan does it on accident. If there's a pen and paper in front of him while his mind is wandering then it's a natural response that he starts doodling random things. Sure one of those 'random' things are two characters that look like you and him doing things together. And yes, there's actually several drawings of the character that looks like you. But it's random. Completely unintentional.

"Hey they look like us." Levi almost screams. So what if you'd been next to him the whole time? That didn't mean he thought you were going to be peering over his shoulder and watching him draw on the paper in front of him. "That sort of looks like me, aw look at all those hearts." You whisper, and he has the urge to throw the paper across the room only to not upon seeing your cheerful expression.

"I can explain..." you don't let him explain, instead gesturing for him to pass you the pen and paper.

"Let me draw something." Silently he does, glancing at the teacher who doesn't seem to notice either of you. You hunch over blocking his view from what you are sketching, no matter how much he tries to look over your shoulder. Eventually you finish, and slide your work back in front of him.

It was a small drawing of you and him (you clearly labelled the two characters 'me' and 'you'), holding hands with little hearts all over it. But it was enough to make his heart race, and silently vow to frame the piece of paper, regardless of the questionable quality of its contents.

[windsweptinred]

I wrote this for a fun little flower prompt challenge between myself, @bobbole and @rriavian. 😊🌸

This Bobble's prompt: Holly -The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and you - Destiny and Daniel

(This went a whole lot more angst ridden (and longer) than I was intending bobbole. Fear not, there's going to be some comfort with that hurt.. Destiny really is going to try! Warnings for Mother Night being Mother Night.)

 Little Brother 

"Greetings to you, my Mother."

Destiny of the Endless paused in the entrance of Mother Night's inner sanctum. It was a place awash with the grandiose beauty of her domain. Wondrous to behold, yet undercut by an all encompassing frigidity, an eerily eternal silence, horrific for the senses to experience . A place of awe and dread that perfectly reflected its mistress. 

Night stood in the centre, an imposing figure, instructing all about her with a commanding idleness. She acknowledged his presence with little fanfare, gracing him with a smug smirk. 

"Destiny, you've come to visit me. How delightful." Her honeyed tone was imbued with a cutting sarcasm that Destiny recognised all too well in young Desire's own barbed compliments. Crossing his free arm about his book, he inclined his head, nonplussed at her taunts. 

"You called for me, I came."

"Oh Destiny, always so pragmatic. " She sighed disdainfully. "You have far too much of your father in you." She moved leisurely to join him, sweeping a finger along the spine of his vast book, flicking maliciously at the great chain that bound it to him. Eyes alighting with glee as its metallic clink echoed around the vast, shadowed chamber. Then with an affected air she pinched at his cheeks, cooing tenderly, "An unfortunate eventuality. But you are still my stalwart boy. Yes?" She grinned excitedly, straightening his robes in an overly maternal display. "You have brought him, haven't you? My dutiful Destiny."

A brief flash of something that could have been reluctance passed over Destiny's face. Before he swept aside to reveal the slight, white figure concealed behind his cloaked frame. 

Unwittingly finding himself the centre of attention, Daniel, the new Lord Shaper, King of Dreams, Master of Nightmares, Dream of The Endless, visibly baulked. Fretfully he swept a curl behind his ear, fingers continuing to twist and tug at his white locks in an anxious manner. His starlight eyes dashing hither and there in an obvious show of apprehension, before hesitantly glancing up to meet Night's gaze. He gave a slight smile, a hopeful, frail little thing and bowed his head in regard. 

"Lady Mother." He addressed her with a timid reverence. 

Night stared at the man clothed in white before her with an unimpassioned air, before turning to her eldest. She waved an enquiring hand towards Daniel, face twisted in an obvious show of revulsion. 

"What have you brought me Destiny?" She enquired, her voice laced with faux curiosity. 

Destiny's brows twitched in aggravation. 

"You asked for brother Dream, mother. And here he stands before you." 

Night turned with great reluctance towards Daniel again and gave him a critical glance. He shrunk under her gaze, eyes dimming, fingers grasping at his long sleeves as if seeking some form of comfort from them. 

Night gave a sickly sweet smile. 

"Why, my foolish eldest….This is not Dream." She started towards Daniel, who curled further into himself as she approached. "My most cherished, most precious child."

Grasping his chin cruelly, she twisted it this way and that, before flinging it to the side with the ferocity of a slap. 

"This… base THING you have presented is not my little Night Terror!" 

She curled her lip and turned up her nose. "It reeks of scorched humanity!"

She turned away from him then, dramatically throwing herself into Destiny's arms with a pitiful wail. Completely unconcerned by the tear that trailed a delicate path down Daniel's pale cheek. 

"Oh you are a cruel boy to taunt your mother so." Night fisted Destiny's robes, dangling forlornly from him, letting out woeful, overdramatic cries. "They take my sweet Dream from me and suppose 'THAT' will be compensation enough. 

All the while, Destiny stood, expression unaffected. His unseeing gaze fixed on the slowly crumpling form of his brother. 

"Your behaviour is unbecoming." He reproached her steadily. 

Rearing back with a snarl, she shoved him viscously. Sending him staggering, desperately trying to maintain his stance and grasp of his book. 

"How dare you! Ungrateful, spiteful child!" 

With that, she rounded on Daniel, sweeping towards him with furious intent. 

"And you! How dare you look at me with his eyes. You are not worthy of my starlight!" 

She gave his head a hard smack, watching as the deep black of his irises bleed to verdant green in shock. 

"Keep them green!" She demanded spitefully. "Like the provincial little planet that birthed you."

She gave a dismissive wave of her arm, turning her back on both of them, a silent but clear sign for them to leave her presence. 

"Begone with this dust born Dream, eldest." She ordered with steely absolution. "I do not want it in my presence again!" 

For a while, the deathly silence of Night's realm hung over the trio, thick and suffocating. Before Destiny let out a loud, aggrieved exhale, moving towards the younger Endless, who stood, near bent double with grief. Daniel's eyes gleamed and chin wobbled precariously, yet he held his composure with an admirable will. 

Raising his arm, so his long sleeves draped like a protective barricade between supposed mother and child, Destiny gestured towards their exit. 

"Come," He instructed. "We will take our leave of this place."

He watched as Daniel gave one last, despondent look towards Night before giving him a mournful nod in agreement. When, however, after several moments the younger had made no move to leave, Destiny sighed, grasping one slender wrist in a firm but gentle hold. "Come Dream." He said pointedly. And in a flurry of pages they left the realm of Night behind them. 

…………….

The landscape unfurled around them like an opening book. Infinite darkness gave way to a hazy grey blue sky and the sharp cool of night lessened to a comfortable chill that tickled at the nose and fingers. The smell of foliage, half living, half dead, musty, yet comforting filled the air and in the distance, childish cries of joy could be heard accompanying the screech of ancient swing sets. A small park, tranquil and picturesque in its autumn hues. 

Despair seemed to consume Daniel all at once, his strength fleeing him as he slumped dejectedly onto a nearby wall. "I never asked for this." He muttered, voice thick with misery. "Yet they treat me as if I struck his killing blow for my own advantage…. I never asked for this."

Destiny inclined his head as if conceding a truth. "And yet you are, always have been and always will be Dream of the Endless." He stated, in a tone that left little room for argument. "A fact Night knows all too well. This was a chance for her to act out her own selfish dramatics. Nothing more." 

Daniel raised two pleading, wet, life-green eyes to meet Destiny's vacant pupils.  "I am no good at this."

"And yet you will be."

Daniel leant forward, resting his head against the ancient tome Destiny held to his chest. 

"I will never be him." 

"No." Destiny confirmed resolutely. He felt the younger sag at his words. 

"But you will be you, and that, in time, will be better." 

Daniel pulled away, regarding his older brother with a small, sorrowful smile. 

"Do you think so?" He asked, voice quivering. 

"I do not think, I know. I am all that is between the beginning and end. I am every tomorrow, every path ventured. Every fate foretold. I know this." 

He raised his free hand to rest it atop of his younger siblings head. "I am your elder brother, and I know this." 

Daniel clutched briefly at the others sleeve in a silent show of thanks before Destiny withdrew his arm. Finally acknowledging their surroundings, he glanced around them, taking their surroundings in curiously. 

"Where are we big brother?" 

"Where you need to be." Destiny answered cryptically, turning to the regard the misshapen gravel path that lay to their right. 

Daniel quirked his brow inquiringly, following the elders gaze as a woman he knew all too well, rounded the corner. 

Lyta Hall had changed little since he had last seen her. Still a statuesque beauty, despite the air of  inconsolable grief that hung about her like a shroud. Though today, she seemed somewhat content. Swinging the light grocery bag that she carried in time with the light tune she hummed to herself, taking in the autumnal serenity of the park. That was, until her gaze alighted on them. 

Her eyes widened in astonishment, the bag she clutched, slipping from her shock slack fingers and landing with a squelching thud which promised irrevocably ruined products.

"Daniel?" She asked in disbelief. Both stared at the other, amazement and apprehension intermingled across their features.

She reached out towards him, almost instinctively, "Daniel… my baby?" She asked, soft, desperate and hopeful. 

Daniel shook his head frantically, expression screwing into one of abject misery. "I'm not, I'm not…" He tried to  grind out until his resolve finally broke. The first anguished sob fell from his lips, followed by another as his body crumpled in on itself. He slipped from his perch on the wall, descending to the ground… Only to be swept up into Lyta's waiting arms. Tenderly tucking his head beneath her chin, she rocked him soothingly like a babe in arms. 

"Don't cry, don't cry." She murmured to him. Running gentle caresses through his white locks, sweeping away his tears devotedly and placing loving kisses to his brow. Completely oblivious and uncaring of the commotion they were causing in the otherwise tranquil park. "It's alright, it's alright. My baby. Don't cry.  Mummy's here. Mummy's got you. Don't cry."

Destiny spared one last glance towards once mother and once child. Daniel had curled eagerly into Lyta's maternal hold, clutching desperately at her as his heartache poured from him. Neither spared the elder Endless a glance, lost entirely in each other's embrace. 

"Be well, little brother." He wished the young dream Lord earnestly. 

And then, he was gone. 

(I had to really hold back from making Destiny too sentimental in this, make him act how he would act and not how I wanted him to act. Poor Daniel. I love him so but I don't half make him suffer in fics. 🙈) 

I'm posting this here rather than on A03 as I want to work it into the next chapter of what was 'Dandelion Wishes' …Now, 'Turn of the Wheel' . It needed renaming to match the entire theme of the fic. 😁 Anyway, I hope you…is 'enjoyed it' the right phrase? 😅) 

[ogdoadfates]

Flower prompts #1

Who doesn’t like flower based prompts?

Snapdragons (Deception): “The hell do you mean?”

Waterlilies (Celebration): “I think this wonderous occasion calls for a drink!”

Forget-me-nots (True love/Respect): “I trust you with all my heart, now go get them!”

Poppy (Remembrance): “It hurts yes, but I think a little pain is worth remembering all the good memories we had here.”

Sunflower (Adoration): “How the hell are you this cute?”

Tulip (Perfect/Deep love): “I never thought I could feel or be this loved and yet here I am and it’s all thanks to you.”

Bird-of-paradise (Excitement): “You’ve got to come see this!”

Snowdrop (Hope): “We’ll make it through this.”

Peony (Bashfulness): “Can I sit with you?”

Cosmos (Order): “We may all be jagged pieces, but together we are complete.”

[paraliveimaginesblog]

May I request Sweet Pea for Shion? 😙

Shion Kaida:

Sweet Pea - a tender moment.

Shion couldn’t believe you were both naked and he didn’t have his hands all over you.

When the relationship received an official stamp of approval, you had insisted on learning more non-sexual shows of intimacy. He had raised an eyebrow at that, wondering (worrying) for a moment that you were dissatisfied with him, but he wasn’t one to shoot you down before he heard you out. You had more than earned his loyalty by being a soothing safe haven when he didn’t feel like dealing with the rest of the world, content to simply exist by your side without the need for forced activity or conversation.

It was soothing to feel your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp, fingers running through every strand carefully just in case you ran into knots. He could hear you muttering about how ridiculously silky smooth his hair proved to be, glancing over at your conditioner and wondering if it might just ruin the natural perfection that his hair seemed to have. A chance to have a second scalp massage has him encouraging you to lather his hair up again in your conditioner, the smell of you filling his nose, leaving him with a tingling deep in his stomach that he attempted to ignore. He couldn’t ruin the moment even if this was proving to be a huge turn on for him.

You had seemed even more excited to play with his hair, asking with a sparkle in your eye if you could braid it; he nodded his head, not in much of a rush to have you stop touching him. You brushed his hair, warming his head with the blow dryer until his hair was in prime condition for braiding. You braided the top part of his hair that was a bit shorter, pulling It back neatly before working meticulously on the much longer strands of his hair until the perfect braid was before your very eyes. He had a feeling it would be a mess by the time morning came, he tossed and turned quite often, but he appreciated the effort you put in despite knowing that.

“See? We can be naked around each other and it doesn’t have to lead to sex.” You wrapped your arms around him as he admired his braid in the mirror, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I very much like the sex part of it but—”

“I enjoy it too,” he teased, his fingers running along your side. “But what if I get used to being pampered? Are you prepared to attend to my every whim?”

“Well, like, some of them, sure…” You mumbled against the bare skin of his arm, placing light kisses along his pale skin. “I mean, probably most… I guess I can just say all. I don’t know why I’m trying to deny it.”

Shion chuckled, hand squeezing your hip affectionately.

He’d be sure to spoil you, too.

[fugitivehues]

amaryllis | pride | How far I'd go to prove I love you.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hello, I hope you two are doing well! May I request “Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person” for Riddle? tysm I’ve been realizing how wonderful he is recently🥰🥰

Riddle Rosehearts:

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person.

Riddle had never been more mortified in his life.

He felt like the blood had completely drained from his face, the red mark on his paper almost dashing his hopes of having a good day. To achieve a perfect score on his tests was everything; he didn’t believe himself to be the exact perfect being but he had studied for this, countless hours of memorizing to the point he knew the material like the back of his hand. This was a subject he excelled in (most were, but he enjoyed this one the most) and yet he was confronted with cold hard failure, the likes of which he had never seen.

Not just one point from perfection, but two entire points, a whole question with two parts answered incorrectly. He looked over his test countless times, reading through his text books to find where he might’ve strayed, before finally approaching his professor.

“Is everything okay, Riddle? You aren’t pushing yourself, are you?” He always pushed himself, but that wasn’t the point! He could handle pressure, he could handle a metric ton of work being thrown his way as well as countless responsibilities pushed on his shoulders, but this grade – it was a negative mark on his record, his future.

When he saw that question he knew exactly what had distracted him, the reason he had gotten the answer incorrect. You had been his partner for that particular project, spending hours of alone time as you did your research together. You were diligent but you had asked Riddle for guidance, knowing he was a person who was very specific about the way his ideas were presented, and he had been happy to help you figure out the best way to present your own ideas in your project. It hadn’t been all work, with some talk of desserts and his equestrian club mixed in, but Riddle had found himself enjoying that time spent together.

In fact he missed it, since the project had ended and there was no excuse to ask you to spend time with him any longer.

He knew he had gotten caught up in those thoughts, fumbling through the question quickly as he realized the ‘you’ in his head was distracting him. He wrote as fast as he could and in doing so had missed a specific word choice used in the question which entirely changed the meaning of it. He was used to dealing with tricks and being wary of language, his mother had taught him about the little details of linguistics, so he never would’ve missed it if he was in his right mind.

Riddle can’t hide his sour mood but thankfully, most of Heartslabyul stayed out of his way when they sensed something was wrong. He had never been more grateful to have an unapproachable resting face, wanting to simply lock himself away (though he could not, as there were still duties to attend and other students to look out for). When he finally had time to settle himself down he took out the test one last time, working himself up again about the less than perfect grade.

“Whoa!” Cater, who had innocently peered over Riddle’s shoulder to see what he was glaring at, was just as shocked as Riddle had been earlier than evening. “S-Sorry, I was just coming to let you know Trey is looking for you…”

“Hey, Riddle. Trein was asking me about you earlier—” Trey, the third musketeer and the straw that finally broke the camels back, came into the room a few seconds later, pausing when he saw Riddle’s clenched fist. He and Cater locked eyes, with Cater holding his hands up to signal he certainly wasn’t the reason Riddle was upset.

Neither third year knows what to say when they see the grade, and Riddle sighed, wishing to just be done with it. He moved the paper toward Trey who scrutinized it, reading the question, Riddle’s answer, before his eyes slowly drifted back to Riddle himself.

“This question… is quite simple for someone like you.” Cater felt like his lungs had collapsed, wondering how Trey had continued to exist if he was always so honest with Riddle. “Is there something on your mind?”

“I’m…not sure.” The fact he hadn’t exploded in that moment left Cater even more shocked, and he had to lean on a chair to keep his legs from folding underneath him. “I don’t believe I want to talk about it.”

“Maybe you should!” Cater tried to offer up helpfully, “You never know, maybe having a different angle can help clear your thoughts!”

“Exactly.” Trey agreed, pleased that Cater had backed him up. “Talk to us, and we’ll see if we can help.”

Riddle muttered your name once and it took the willpower of a thousand card soldiers to stop both Trey and Cater from laughing in shock at the admission. Trey had really thought Riddle would never spit it out but it seemed his own honest reaction had rubbed off on him, while Cater was still struggling to imagine Riddle with a crush.

Trey had never seen Riddle struggle to find words like he was now, his eyes downcast as he spoke quietly about the time you had spent together. Riddle had fun when you were together, fun, a word that he didn’t often use nor did he generally have the same definition as everyone else. To think that you evoked this kind of reaction from him, to the point he was dwelling on the time spent together and lamenting on how it had ceased was nothing short of a miracle in Trey’s eyes. He doesn’t voice it but he does believe this is the first crush Riddle has ever had, not remembering a single moment from their childhood where Riddle expressed interest like that in anyone.

“There doesn’t have to be a reason to hang, you know, but here we have unbirthday parties all the time! Why not try inviting them to one of those?” Riddle seemed to contemplate this, as it was something within his power. He would have to double check that none of the students had a birthday the following day, but if he played his cards right…

“Understood. Thank you for your advice.” Riddle stood without another word, exiting the room with his test in hand while Trey and Cater shared a look.

“Hopefully everything goes smoothly…”

“We should warn the first years. I have a feeling if anything goes wrong, the punishment might be worse than usual.”

[spell-cleaver]

Snapdragon and Violet for the flower prompts. With Vader and Luke? Or Leia. Or Padme. Or whatever. Whoever.

Just plopping the links here now they're both out!

Snapdragon

Deception, Graciousness | The time we ruined family dinner.

After years on the run, pretending to be dead, Padmé gets to introduce her children to her parents and sister. She underestimated her parents' nosiness - and the chaos that two Skywalkers can cause.

Violet

Watchfulness, Modesty, Faithfulness | You thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did. Every time.

After Bespin, Leia stays with Luke all through the nights. They both know too much about nightmares.

Thank you for these lovely prompts!!!

[seangelfish]

hello hello !! can i req anemone, fennel, and forget-me-nots with rei pls? tysm and have a good day <3

A/N: I'm surprised I haven't written for Rei yet, but I'm happy that you requested him! Have a good day to you too, anon! <333

Rei Sakuma

🌼 anemone: how would they react if their s/o is sick?

– Rei doesn't get too worked up about you being sick, but there are times when he does baby you. Well, at least you're not Ritsu, so the babying isn't too extreme.

– He takes good care of you. He's always by your side, always on schedule when you need to take your medicine. He'll insist that he spoon-feeds your meals and gets happy when you comply. He loves to take care of you!

– Most of the time, he's pretty calm about it. Sometimes, quiet. He'll leave you alone to rest as he doesn't want to disturb your slumber.

– Though, he'll do anything you want him to do in the meantime. Want a glass of water? It's already on the table. Want another blanket? He's on his way! Need more tissues? He already bought five packs of it. He wants you to get well as soon as possible!

🌼 fennel: what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed the most? 

– Usually, his kisses are very tender. He holds your chin between his fingers to lift your head for a kiss. He'll also lean down to your height for a kiss too, but he loves it when he could just redirect you towards him instead.

– He's careful whether he kisses you because when he gets rough, oh he gets rough. When he gets into the mood, he'll tease you by biting your lips with his fangs, and it just goes down from there.

– Rei likes it when you kiss him anywhere! He just wants your lips to be in contact with his skin. Though, if he had to specify, then it would have to be his forehead. The way you kiss him there makes his heart flutter. It's simple but intimate, something that he desires deep down in his heart.

🌼 forget-me-nots: what do they do to get their s/o’s attention?

– Just like he is with Ritsu, Rei isn't shy to ask for your attention. He'll call out your name in a high-pitched, singsongy voice. He'll jump into your arms if he has to, and because you love him so much, you can't turn away from how adorable he is!

"Ah, (Y/N), there you are!" Rei exclaimed. "I missed you so much!"

He launched himself towards you, nearly tripping the two of you. Before you could fall, he quickly stabilised his footing.

"R-Rei, don't just do that!”

"Whoopsies!"

– There are times though where he'll make you pay attention to him. He's not aggressive about it, more so sly, and it always brings a blush to your cheeks.

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[ihavemanyhusbands]

Ooh ooh okay for the flower prompts I need Alstroemeria with Hannibal going to literally anything his partner is into maybe a concert of a band they like or something idk, because I just want to be looked at by him the way he looks at Will bcs Hannibal’s/madds heart eyes make me go brrrr🥰🤭���

Ok so fair trade, since i accidentally wrote hannibal on your other req, i’m writing Will here 😂😂 ❤️

Alstroemeria: going to an event the other person is interested in just to see them happy.

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Will had expected it to be loud, of course, but he wasn’t quite prepared for how the music seemed to make his skull vibrate. How close were you to the speakers?

Around him, the crowd yelled and sang along to an animated song — the lyrics were a profession of love that was both angsty and at times corny. People held up their phones with their flashlights on, making the darkened venue look like a night sky glittering with stars.

Beside him, you were singing at the top of your lungs. Your eyes were closed as you lost yourself to the song, swaying side to side, phone raised in the air too.

He stared, transfixed by your unabashed enjoyment. Though he’d felt a headache start to form due to all the different stimuli, he told himself he couldn’t ruin this for you.

He’d been the one who’d insisted on bringing you, after all, going so far as to buying the tickets as a surprise. He had to admit, your excitement was contagious, even if he didn’t know the band.

You already knew this wasn’t his kind of scene, but it meant the world that he was so willing to make an effort.

As if sensing his gaze, you looked over at him and smiled, reaching over to take his hand. He smiled back, raising his eyebrows humorously as if to reassure you he wasn’t having a bad time.

You squeezed his hand in appreciation, mouthing I love you in his direction. He pulled you close, your back against his front, and wrapped his arms around you.

He swayed along with you, resting his chin against the top of your head, enjoying things much more with you in his embrace.

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