#Tansy wc

[eggfeather]

tansy

[rosemist50]

Slash's group, we have Slash himself, Willow Tail and Red Claw, Willow Tail's brother Frog, and their mother Tansy. Then Ember, Stone, Beetle, Bee, Swallow, and Snake. Rain was Violet Dawn's mate, Fern Leaf and Beech are sisters, and Dart and Shine (old designs) were not part of Slash's group, but the Cats of the Park, where Arc, Flutter, and Ripple (River Ripple/Riverstar) lived. And also here are Cloud Spots and Dappled Pelt, the first medicine cats of Thunderclan and Riverclan, respectively.

Originally posted on IG December 2021

[skuffypaw]

[letyachan]

308.Tansy

"I know, my dears. I'll hunt soon, when I've got my strength back."

[nettleclanstale]

Who’s the other parent of yo ur kids Rosemary? Is it the same parent for both litters?

Lasagna

[exocynraku]

more little family trees

[marmosetpaw]

[ghostclangen]

moon twenty - leaf-fall net gain of 4 kits. i am... running out of designs.

[ranhaitanisgf]

🤺back🤺🤺🤺back i say🤺🤺 it’s my turn to request something for hana’s event🤺

may i please request a scenario with baji + flower shop in which he goes to buy his mom flowers as an apology but doesn’t know what to get, so he just picks out random flowers that actually mean everything except “i’m sorry” so you help him out?

by the way, you don’t have to write this part, but i just thought it would be cute if he develops a crush on you and you see him at a different flower shop buying a small bouquet and you think he’s betraying you, but later he shows up at your shop, awkward and stiff, with that same bouquet to ask you out because his mom said that’s the proper way to do it. just wanted to share that little add-on with you!!

— baji keisuke // flower shop // love at first sight

☆ ˎˊ˗ heyyy ... arba idk if ur still active IM SRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG i disappeared D: we miss u come back ... also this idea was sooo cuteeee arghjhghjghjhg i actually went soo overboard w this but it was too good!!

☆ ˎˊ˗ fem!reader implied

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 2.2k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

you’d had your eye on him since he’d walked into the store. 

it wasn’t for any particular reason aside from the fact that he seemed to be feeling wholly out of place, which made you giggle a bit as he shuffled around, muttering and grumbling to himself as he awkwardly looked at different bouquet arrangements. 

he definitely didn’t seem like the type to be buying flowers either; his long dark hair and overall brusque demeanor didn’t exactly give you the impression that he was someone who would go around buying flowers, (and was that him that pulled up on a literal motorcycle?! he seemed like he was around your age!!). 

under normal circumstances you would have gone up to assist, but you decided to sit back and see how this boy was going to play this one out, (he was really cute, but if a cute boy like him was in a flower shop, he was undoubtedly buying flowers for his girlfriend). it was quite the entertaining spectacle to see him walking around, his eyebrows pinched together as he tried to find something that he found suitable. at one point, he even seemed to phone someone for help, though he hung up rather quickly after yelling that he definitely was not buying flowers!!

after minutes and minutes of walking around, he finally picked up two bouquets of flowers; geraniums and tansies. you had to restrain your laughter as he walked up to the register, damn near shaking to keep yourself from bursting out into giggles. 

“d-did you find everything, pff--ahem! did you find everything alright today?” you had let your giggles slip through on accident, and even though you tried to cover it up with a cough, you could tell that it failed immensely from the ticked off look on the boy’s face. 

“you’ve got a lot of nerve to be laughin’ at me-” he started, the deep tone of his voice taking you off guard. 

“n-no! i’m not really laughing at you per se…well, kind of.” you tried to explain. “see, okay, do you know what flower language is?” the boy quirked an eyebrow at this, giving you the sort of look that says go on. “well, it gives flowers different meanings, y’know? so unless you’re trying to pick a fight, i really wouldn’t suggest using these flowers.” 

“...what do they mean?” 

“geraniums and tansy flowers together…you would be calling the person stupid and then be declaring war on them.” the boy’s amber eyes widened, his lips pressing together in a thin line as his brows furrowed together once more. “if you’d like, i can suggest flowers with a more…caring meaning for your girlfriend.” the boy’s eyebrows shot up at your words, making you wonder if you’d said something wrong. 

“girlfriend? these’re for my mom.” 

“oh! sorry, i just assumed-ah, never mind. now, let me see…” you stood up from your seat, gathering the flowers in front of you in your arms and coming out from behind the counter. after you put the flowers back, you looked around for a moment, a few ideas floating through your mind. 

“hmm, why are you getting her flowers?” 

“...’cause…” he mumbled a bit, making you lean in a bit. 

“what was that?” 

“‘c-cause! i made her cry…” despite the fact that his voice had raised a little bit, all you could sense from him was embarrassment and shame, especially from the look on his face, (he almost looked like a kicked puppy). the sight made you smile softly; it wasn’t often that you got genuine customers like this, so you were going to make it your mission to help him. 

“alright, give me one moment…” your eyes flicked throughout the store, taking a few moments to weigh different options before making a decision. you ended up grabbing three bouquets; white tulips, daffodils, and some small filler greenery with bits of baby’s breath. 

you walked back behind the counter, setting the bouquets down in front of you. the black-haird boy had followed you aimlessly around the store, eventually ending up back in front of the register. there was a kind of quiet curiosity in his eyes as he watched your practiced movements, (truthfully, you weren’t used to someone watching you do bouquet arrangements with such an intent stare). 

“i’m doing this for you right now because i want to help you, but for future reference, you usually have to call ahead a day or two for this.” a smile played on your lips as you unwrapped the flowers in front of you, glancing up a bit to look at the boy. 

it was only for a moment, but his amber gaze staring right at you caught you off guard, making your heart skip a beat. you immediately looked back down, busying your hands and trimming the leaves off of the flowers. the rest of your work was done in silence; trimming the end of the flower stems, arranging them in a way that looks pleasing, opening some of the flowers to match the rest. it was relaxing work, so much so that you almost forgot about the boy in front of you. 

almost. 

the whole time you were working you could feel his gaze on you, looking up a few times just to look back down immediately. you felt a little bit anxious throughout the process, hoping that he would deem your work acceptable enough for his mom, (your anxiousness was also from the fact that a very cute boy was watching you, but that was aside from the point). 

you finished the final step, delicately wrapping the flowers in a thick brown paper and securing them in place with the tie of a thick ribbon. 

“there, all set! what do you think?” you asked cheerily, admiring the flowers you had put together. in your mind, you thought it looked pretty good, but it wasn’t your opinion that mattered here. 

“yeah…they look good.” 

“yay! i’m glad you like them!” you handed the bouquet over to him, a rush of happiness flooding through you at his approving words. “i hope you’ll come again!” 

“wait, how much was this?” he started to pat around his pockets for his wallet, but you shook your head. 

“don’t worry about it, it’s on me! just make sure to come back if you need more flowers, though i hope it’ll be for a better reason!” 

“i will…” he stared at you for a moment, a questioning look in his eyes. “hey, if you keep looking at me like that i’m going to take it back, so go apologize to your mom!” you ushered, waving bye to him. 

“thanks.” if you weren’t looking closely, you probably would have missed the small smile on his face before he left. 

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“isn’t that…” you squinted a bit, walking a few steps closer to get a better view. sure enough, there he was! the same black-haired amber eyed boy who you had helped last week, in another flower shop!! 

“oh my god, that total traitor!!” you huffed. “i told him to come back if he needed more flowers…” you watched as he got handed a bouquet of flowers, shaking your head in disdain. when you saw him head for the exit, you immediately panicked, scrambling away from the scene and jogging the whole way back to your shop. 

despite the fact that you had only seen him once, you still felt a bit of disappointment at the fact that he had gone to another flower shop, even when he’d said he would come back. maybe you scared him off? 

i didn’t even say anything weird though…

your thoughts kept you quite occupied while you were preparing the shop for open, though they were a bit burdensome when you happened to prick yourself on some roses, too distracted to be paying attention to the thorns properly. 

after some of the bouquet orders for the day, you flipped the sign on the door to ‘open’. you were about to go back to sulking behind the counter, but a glimpse of black hair outside caught your eye. 

looking closer, you realized that it was the same boy! he was seated on his motorcycle, chatting his a blonde haired boy who you assumed was his friend. 

maybe he had realized that the flowers from your shop were better!

however, your gaze narrowed when you realized that he was holding the same bouquet you had seen him with earlier, making your mood sour immediately. 

was he coming here to rub it in your face or something?!

while you were busy glaring, you started to notice that his blonde haired friend was gesturing and pointing wildly towards your shop, seeming to be shouting at the black haired boy about something. while you were still a little bit sour, you began to be intrigued by what was going on, contemplating going out there to see what all the commotion was about. 

the thought immediately perished as you made eye contact with the blonde, who could clearly see you staring at them through the windows of your shop. the two of you stared at each for a moment before you darted away from the glass, rushing back to behind the counter as you prayed that he didn’t actually see you, (he definitely did). 

“well, whatever! i helped him out and he went to another flower shop--so what!!” you muttered to yourself, throwing your hands up. “that’s the last time i ever do a nice thing for someone!!” you grumbled, preparing the flowers for the rest of the bouquet orders you had to do. 

it was a practiced routine at this point, so you were able to arrange the flowers properly without putting much thought into it, using it as busywork to take your mind off of things. you weren’t sure why you were so upset about the fact that this boy went to another flower shop, but it certainly wouldn’t help you to let it get in the way of things. 

hearing the bell to the door chime, you chirped out a ‘welcome in!’ as you continued trimming and arranging flowers, being careful this time to mind the thorns so that you didn’t get pricked a second time. 

“uh, hey.” the deep tone of voice immediately made you look up, feeling as if you would have snapped your neck if you looked up any faster. you shook off your nervousness, (and excitement) going back to what you were doing as you tried to look casual. 

“well, you’re back. whatever you want isn’t going to be on me this time because you betrayed me.” you said cooly, a bit of a frown on your lips. 

“betrayed--what? uh, anyways, i just wanted to give you these…” he cleared his throat, holding out a bouquet to you. when you finally looked up and took a good look, you noticed that the tips of his ears were red, (should you be having hope right now…? no, stop it! get a hold of yourself!). “and, uh, i got them with that flower language thing…” 

“what…?” you leaned forward across the counter, inspecting the flowers in the bouquet a bit closer. “calla lilies and white camellia’s…” looking up at the boy’s embarrassed and somewhat flustered expression, you paired it with the meaning of the flowers, and…

ah…

immediately, you felt your heartbeat speed up and felt the apples of your cheeks heating up, leaning back and looking away. you fiddled with your fingers for a moment as you tried to think of something--anything, really--to say. 

“i…uh…how, um, how did you come up with this…?” 

“my mom said it was a good idea…” he shifted a bit, his arm still holding out the bouquet of flowers. “if you don’t want them, i can jus’ take them back-” 

“no!” you grabbed the bouquet from him, smiling a bit too much, (you couldn’t help yourself though). “you’re giving them to me, so they’re mine now, right? you can’t take back a gift! and-and just hold on for a second!” you left without another moment to spare, running into the back and scrambling for a piece of paper. you picked up a nearby pen, quickly jotting down your name and number and then running back out, a big smile across your face. 

“here!” the boy in front of you grabbed the slip of paper, his amber eyes examining it before he smirked a bit, showing off the sharp bits of his canines. 

“(y/n), is that right?” 

“yes! what’s your name?” 

“baji. baji keisuke.” 

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bonus: 

“baji-san! how did it go!?” 

“i need a yakisoba right now, chifuyu…” baji grumbled, sitting on his bike and leaning back. 

“did you get rejected?!” chifuyu asked, a look of grave anticipation on his face.

“no!! she thought i betrayed her flower shop because i went to another flower shop! your idea was shit!” chifuyu’s face went pale at that, his mouth hanging wide open. 

“i didn’t think about that…” 

“yeah, this is the last time i take advice from whatever weird manga shit you got this from.” 

“...”

“...”

“i mean, she said yes, right? a win is a win!” 

“...shaddup.”

(chifuyu proceeded to pay for the yakisoba outings for the next six months.)

geraniums: folly, stupidity | tansy: hostile thoughts, declaring war | white tulips: apology, i'm sorry | daffodils: appreciation, happiness | calla lily: beauty | white camellia: you're adorable

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Salvia Splendens Means Forever Mine - Part Four

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 2.5k

TW: kissing, pg-13 thoughts, pg-18 thoughts, talk of sex, mentions of death, trauma of death, lots of flowers, mentions of violence, basically anything mentioned in the last chapter is a tw here

A/N: God thank you all for being so fucking patient with me. I really appreciate you all!! I hope you enjoy!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Spencer’s lips were on your shoulder as he tightened his grip on you. His arm was wrapped securely around your waist, your back against his chest. You grumbled something unintelligible, but Spencer just hummed in response, kissing your bare shoulder again. 

“What are we going to do with you Doctor Spencer Reid.” 

He laughed quietly, his voice still gravely since he also just woke up. 

Mornings with Spencer always went like this. The two of you had been living together for over a month now, and you couldn’t be happier. Waking up next to the love of your life had major benefits. 

The first was morning sex. Waking up to Spencer kissing your neck, and your chest, and lips. Lazily breathing together, moving with one another. Feeling as his chest rose and fell while you riled him up and teased him endlessly. It was incredible. People seemed to notice your mood change when you showed up to work too, which definitely had its own set of perks. It was basically the best way to wake up, in your opinion. 

Then, there was the fact that you got to wake up and enjoy how gorgeous he was, how beautiful his eyes were. Watching as he finally was able to relax, stress free putty in your hands, melting as you played with his hair and whispered about nothing and everything to him. 

But the best part about waking up next to Spence, was that you got to start your days with him, knowing you’d get to come back home after work, sleep beside him, and wake up next to him all over again. It felt surreal at times. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours? I can hear the gears turning.” Spence muttered, kissing your shoulder this time. 

Your body rolled in his arms, causing you to face him, kissing his cheek softly. “How much I love you.” 

You felt Spencer freeze for a moment, and you looked up to find his eyes on you. 

“You…”

“You don’t have to say it back Spence.” You slid your hand up, and cupped his jaw. “It’s a really big commitment. But you not saying it immediately back doesn’t mean you don’t care about me or don’t love me back. You might just not be ready to say it out lou–”

“Look who’s the one rambling now?” He smirked slightly, making fun of your conversation from the previous night, in which you cut him off with a kiss when he was too busy telling you about something that wasn’t relevant to the task at hand. Spencer followed your model and cut you off with a kiss that you melted into. “I love you too.” 

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Spencer had been sitting next to your hospital bed for a whole day now. He was exhausted, hungry, dehydrated, covered in blood, and looked like shit–but none of that mattered since you had been in a medically-induced coma since the ambulance brought you to the hospital. 

Watching as you coded not one, but twice during the ride to the hospital just continued to confirm Spencer’s greatest fear. Hearing your heartbeat flatline is something he never ever wants to experience again. Ever.

The room was filled with vases of flowers. It made the air sickly sweet, the bitter opposite of how he was feeling, looking down at your sleeping body. But he knows you would have found some of them funny. 

There was a vase of red and white camellias, meaning you were the “flame” of someone’s heart, but also adorable. Someone else had sent you declarations of love (red tulips) with hints of declaring war (tansies) throughout. But the one from Spencer was the best. 

He had bought you a bouquet of red poppies: meaning consolation. Spencer had gotten you a consolation prize for being on the team and getting stabbed in the stomach. He was hoping your sense of humor would still be intact when you woke up. If not, then they were also from Derek. 

Just then, the machine made a sound Spencer hadn’t heard before. Then it made it again. A long beep, loud enough to wake the dead, but somehow not you. A nurse came running in and ushered him out of the room, much to his opposition. 

He fought with two different nurses, trying to stay in the room with you. Apparently having three Phds means nothing when they aren’t the right ones to keep him in that room with you. And regardless of his relationship status, he was now stuck back in the waiting room with the other peasants. 

“So….”

Spencer looked up at Derek. 

“So?”

“How long.”

“Not in the mood right now Derek.” 

“No, no. I wanna know–how long have you two been sneakin’ around. I mean, for gods sake Reid, you managed to keep a relationship hidden from some of the best profilers in the country..” 

“Well.” He grumbled, looking back at the hallway you were down. “Over a year now–almost two.” 

“I’m sorry–two? Two years?.” 

Spencer nodded, looking back at Derek. 

“Damn.” He muttered,  shaking his head. “Now I–”

Whatever Derek was going to say was paused when a nurse walked in, a slight splatter of blood over her scrubs. Both of them turned their attention to her, fearing the worst by the solemn look on her face. 

“She’s awake.” 

“Holy shit.” Derek mumbled while Spencer let out a breath he had been holding for what felt like millenia. 

“But.” The nurse continued. “She can only see one person at a time. And she’s asking for Agent Hotchner.” 

Neither of them had realized that the solemn looking section chief was sitting quietly in the corner. Derek and Spencer shared a look with another, while Hotch got up from his chair and followed the nurse down the hallway and into your room. 

“Aaron.” You smiled at him, though it was an exhausted smile. “Thought you’d come in with blood on your shirt from having to fight through Spencer and Derek.” 

Hotch chuckled and closed the door behind him, sitting down next to you and placing a hand on yours, squeezing it. “The nurse shot them both a look and told them ‘not to try anything’. But I do have to ask, why me.” 

You closed your eyes. “I want to give you my recount of what happened while I can still see it.” 

“Y/n you do–”

“Hotch I want to. I watched as she stabbed that woman over and over. I watched as that asshole buried her body. I want to tell you what I saw. I want to tell you so that there’s no fucking way either of them will ever see the light of day again.” 

Hotch didn’t feel like now was the appropriate time to mention that one of the unsubs was dead. He wanted to hear your memory of the events. He pulled out a mini black notebook, and a pen, from inside his suit jacket pocket. “Whenever you’re ready Y/N.” 

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“Hello everyone, my name is Doctor Y/n Y/l/n, and I am going to be your speaker today. I have been with the BAU for about a month, and they wanted me to come in and speak to you about it—a newbie’s experience.” 

That earned you a couple of laughs scattered throughout the crowd. You were asked to come in and speak about what it’s like to join the BAU to anyone interested in becoming profilers. You were not expecting for it to be a full house, but every single seat had someone in it, with overflow huddling around the back of the lecture hall by the walls. 

“Now, I’ll try to stay within my time limit since I know standing and listening to someone blab on about themselves is not the ideal situation; however. That’s exactly what you signed up for. So–.” 

Spencer stood in the back of the room, watching you speak to all of these students with ease–your peers really. Some of them even older than you, and yet, there you were, confidently smiling and maintaining their interest. It baffled Spencer. 

He wished he knew how you were able to captivate so easily, especially since he was completely enamored by you. Derek knew it too—well the whole team really knew, except for you. 

The crowds laugh pulled him out of his thoughts as you continued on. 

“Right. Now.” You clicked the little clicker and the pictures shifted behind you. “It’s time to get serious. I know I said that already, but I mean it this time.” You smirked a little bit and went onto the next slide. 

“The first case I ever worked with the BAU, I was just a temp filling in Elle Greenaway while she was away on some family matter. I was assisting in some case where—”

Spencer’s train of thought got the better of him. All he could do was think about the day you subbed in for Elle. He could remember it like yesterday, even though it was almost forty days ago, not that he was counting. He didn’t remember much of the case though, which was a sore subject that Derek and JJ would tease him about still. 

“Does anyone have any questions about the process?” Your voice brought him back to the lecture hall once again. 

“How old are you?” Some random guy’s voice rang out amongst the crowd. 

“Well.” You laughed. “I’m twenty-two.” 

Spencer heard some of the people around murmur, and he chose to ignore whatever they were saying about you, since he wasn’t one to win most fights.

“Why the BAU?” 

You paused and bit your cheek, thinking really hard about that question. 

“Honestly? I was obsessed with the serial killer documentaries when I was like fifteen/sixteen, and then one of my family members was murdered when I was fourteen. It’s not something I talk about a lot, but I remember my biggest question was why. It’s why I was so obsessed with those documentaries, because I wanted to know why someone felt that they could just take someone away from a family, from the world, and I realized that the only way I could find out the answer was if I did it myself.” 

There was a murmuring throughout the crowd once again. 

“I don’t think I’ll find the answer any time soon, if at all. But I love being able to protect people. I love being able to know that what I’m doing every day matters–to everyone sure, but mostly to me.” 

Spencer, and the rest of the team, had no idea you were connected to such a tragic event at such a young age. You didn’t show the signs of someone who had gone through something like that. But now that he knew, he wanted to find out everything about it, find a way to bing you peace of mind. God, it sounded so stupid. He barely even knew you. 

He was lucky you were extraverted in that since he could barely form a sentence around you. God he couldn’t wait to listen to you talk to him on the car ride back to the BAU. 

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You ended up talking to Spencer last. 

One by one you smiled at your friends, reassured them you were feeling better, and told them you would rest. 

But then, Spencer was standing in the doorway, and he was looking at you with such pain, with such distraughtness, that tears started to stream out of your eyes–you didn’t notice. But Spencer did. He quickly closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed. Clasping your hand in his, he used his other hand to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “Sweetheat, baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you. It’s okay.” He whispered, trying to provide you with some comfort. 

“Did…Did you get my necklace back…” 

That was not where Spencer thought this conversation was going. “I–”

“Be-Because I can't ... .Spence I’m so sorry. She just snatched it off of my neck while I was unconscious and, and, and she put it on, and fuck–”

Spencer squeezed your hand, causing your rampage to stop, but the tears pushed on. “We have it.” He said quietly. “There’s no way in hell I’m ever letting anyone else take that necklace okay?” 

You nodded and used your other hand to wipe at your cheeks, managing to get rid of the tears. 

Spencer kissed your hand again. “It’s at home, right on the kitchen counter. I got it professionally cleaned and everything.” 

You nodded and sighed. After a moment of silence, you peered around his frame, taking in all of the flowers and balloons and cards that people had left you. 

“wow…This is…”

“A lot?”

You nodded, brows furrowing as you bit the inside of your cheek. Spencer watched as your eyes slowly scanned across the flowers in the room, landing on the bouquet from Derek. 

“Is someone trying to declare war on me?” Your laugh was a bit garbled as you swallowed down the rest of your tears, trying desperately to change the subject. 

“Morgan thought you would think that was funny.” He whispered, his eyes only focused on you. On the way your lips parted when a particular inhale hurt your chest since they had only taken the catheter out an hour ago, or the way your chest rose and fell, the bruises scattered across were blooming into nasty blues, purples, and greens. 

“Who got me poppies?” 

Spencer met your eyes, a small cheeky smile on his lips. 

You slapped his arm with no mirth behind it, a grin spread widely across your face. “I’m sorry. But did you get me a consolation prize for surviving?” 

Spencer nodded, watching as you laughed to yourself, wincing when it would hurt a bit too much. “I love them, Spence.” 

“Good.”

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

There were more flowers you couldn’t see, at your home. There was vase upon vase, filled with plenty of flowers for you to decode their accidental (or purposeful) messages, each with their own ‘get well!’ card attached. There was only one bouquet that mattered above the rest, made of completely fake flowers. There were bright red Salvia Splendens, contrasting against the white of the kitchen counter, waiting for you to come home and see them. 

Spencer had thought that he should buy you flowers that lasted forever, just as long as his love would, just as long as he would forever be yours.  

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[riverripplespeaks]

@angelofchaos001 (btw, if u also wanna get tagged in any specific posts of mine, like wof x rw or wc x rw, please ask! :3) snapdragon/survivor! an albino mudwing, or at least some kind of albino, because i dont think albinos would have those dark parts like snapdragon does. i didnt really do any research.

they were playfighting with their siblings in a storm and got shot at by two random dragons that mistook them for an enemy. a spear went through their wing, and snapdragon lost balance and got whipped away in the storm far across the continent.

after getting back by foot, they reunited with tansy and the others! they still cant fly well though, and are not permitted to incase it causes any accidents. they are also pretty small and weak for the average mudwing.

(their wings arent that small btw, i just didnt want them to take over the whole page.)

[nelapanela94]

Love your writing. You are very talented. Can we have a one-shot with levi and reader when he was still living in the underground?

Anon-san, thank you!!!

Of course, but you know how much I love angst, so here is the angst pill for the week.

TW: implied prostitution, nothing explicit; angst

WC: ~2000

Lithe fingers gingerly stroke the small of your back, sending shivers along your spine. You’re humming, laying belly down with your legs bent at the knees, your heels touching your pretty ass.

“You should stop this.” Levi says without taking his eyes off the ceiling. He tucks one arm under his head, his hair slick in sweat, scattered in tendrils over the old, rock-hard mattress. You prop on your elbows, nesting your chin on the heels of your hands, and frown. “Now you question the morals of my job?”

He turns his head to you and erases the wrinkles between your brows. “No.”

You were too young when you learn the value in the curves on a woman’s body, and the freedom and power borne in a pair of pants, a trench coat and a hat. There are few things that make a person more desperate than the need to eat.

“Come live with me,” he mutters, his eyes half open, still veiled with ecstasy. You snort and shake your head. “I don’t want to be another belly to feed.”

But he says nothing. He only watches you, toying mindlessly with a lock of your hair around his finger. He retraces the bridge of your nose and redraws the curve of your cupid’s bow. His hands, full of scratches and tiny scars, are beautiful. Cruel, implacable, gentle. But your body has only witnessed their sweetest side. You find it hard to believe that those hands­, the ones that mold to your curves and edges perfectly, brandish a knife without hesitation.

He was so shy the first time he came to you. Too tense when you were taking his clothes off, his hands shaking afraid to touch you. He’d always ask where to touch, if he was doing it right, if he was hurting you. Later, the rumors came to you, how merciless he could be when someone messes up with the people he cares. He built a name, a façade, but with you he’d strip more than his body.

“This is what I do Levi. I’m not strong or fast as you are.”

“You’re smart. You could do the accounts.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t want those pigs to touch you.” He rasps and sets his lips into a thin line. If only you could give him the names of those who etch bruises on your skin. “I don’t want-��

He closes his eyes and images of his childhood flood his mind. That filthy room reeked with death and rotten food. The pain of starvation scourging his bones.

“I’m not with child, nor I’m diseased.” You crawl off the bed, walk to the basin, and snatch the cloth from the hanger above. You soak it, wring off the excess and rub it on your skin, sweat and fluids washing away.

Levi does not know how to parse it without sounding selfish; he wants you for himself. He scourges his brain, rolling onto his side, the springs emitting a throaty creak. “I want to protect you.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you.” you slip into a white night gown, then drink to cups of tansy tea, your lips closed on the rim as you stare deeply into his eyes, but find nothing.

Levi hardens his heart and reminds himself that it’s for the best.

“Leave.” The pewter thumps on the wood. You pinch off a speck of mold forming on the bread and flick it away.

When you look back at him, he’s smirking. “I paid for the night.” He pats the empty side on the bed. You hate him right now for make use of the power granted by few coins. Your blood is boiling, your tongue set against your teeth.   

You bite your lip and tug at the strap of your dress, your skin prickling under it as it brushes past your shoulder. “What do you want me to do?”

“Leave it on. I just want to cuddle.”

Levi craves the closeness. Beyond pleasure, he yearns warmth and intimacy, and in the last mile, love.

You snuggle against his chest, and he slips an arm around you, planting a kiss on your shoulder. “I want to show you more options. I want you to be able to choose.” He croons, and cries the way boys are taught, in silence.

“Is there any other reason?” Your tears stream freely, moistening your hair.

Yes!

“No.”

The candle consumes and the dingy rooms falls into an inky darkness.

*

You grimace in disgust when drops of tarnished water flicks on the back of your heels, nipping your skin. The market is bustling, and you’re early to stash the freshest apples for the pie for Levi’s birthday. The air is bleak and sharp, stunting the stench of the gutters. You hustle down the street, jostling your way through peddlers and shoe shiners, hardly avoiding a horse-drawn carriage.

Prying glances follow you, but no one dare to approach or whistle a catcall. Who wants to fall victim of Levi’s unsparing kicks? It’s been three months since you taste the edge of freedom and the bars of your cage fell, only to find yourself trapped in another enclosure. A bigger one, yet a prison. One day, you’ll live above; one day you’ll let the sun caress your skin.

You thank the old lady behind the stall and sling the bag on your shoulder, hefty with sugar, flour, eggs, and butter. You’ve been saving for this special date. When you moved in with Levi and his friends, Farlan was kind and welcoming, willing to lend you books and help with your calligraphy, and you became his number one rival in chess. Isabel, instead, turned green with jealousy first, but with time her attitude mellowed, she even taught you her favorite fighting moves. And Levi, a sweetheart behind closed doors, and an overprotective nervous wreck. I’ll be alright, Levi. You rolled those words too much. He had Farlan escort you when you wanted to go out for a stroll, and he had business to attend. his nerves wouldn’t be at rest when you were safe and tucked in his bed. As weeks bled, he loosened up, and taught you how to hold and wield a knife.

You veered around the corner and the street narrows into a twisting alley. Your heart pounds, and you set a faster pace. Somebody is breathing down your neck, you can feel them.

“What’s the rush, young lady?”

You gasp and halt.

A tooth of gold glints from the shadows followed by a wicked smirk, sliced by a sliver of light. You gulp and step back, your hand slipping into your pocket, curling around the handle.

His suit fits his prominent belly so well, his clothes are neat and the firm notes of bergamot and oak linger around him, unsettling you. He shows his palms in the air, rings of gold throttling his pudgy fingers. “Y/N, isn’t it? You’re prettier than the portraits.”

“Who are you?” Your voice quavers. He’s not alone. And you listen attentively.

*

The stiff wooden bristles silkily run down through your tresses, and when Levi is done, he eases your hair to one side, dusting kisses over your bare shoulder. “What’s bugging you?” His breath feels warm against your skin.

“I’m fine.” Your words are soft and lazy.

But he doesn’t press further; instead, he wraps his arms around you from behind, and nuzzles in the curve of your neck, your pulse pounding.

“My father found me. I mean… I didn’t even know I had a father until yesterday.” Levi doesn’t flinch, he only listens. “Yesterday, he sent a deputy and a proposal. His only son died in an accident and he’s looking for an heir, blood related.” Your hands land on his.

“He needs you up there.”

“He gave me three days for an answer.”

“And what do you want?” He reels away and sits tall, as you turn around and sit on your heels, facing him.

“I don’t know.”

“You should say yes.”

It slices through you, razor sharp.

Your glistening eyes begin to sting, and your bottom lip quivers. “Levi…” He clasps your face in his rough palms. “This might be your only chance,” he says without vacillation, closing his eyes, tucking his forehead on yours.

“But-“

“Think about you,” he utters. “Be selfish.” All the tension cracks his voice. Pain coils in his chest, snatching his breath. His muscles strain, and his face is mottled with red, containing. his hands tremble, his jaw set tight his teeth might crack like corn in the grinder. Because with you he learned that to love is to wish what’s best for the other.

“I can’t lea-“

“Say yes!” he bellows. He squeezes his eyes too hard until sparks burst, and distant shrill pierces through his darkness.

*

For six months you lament on a pillow of goose feathers and organic cotton linens, waiting for letters that never came. You set the quill down and make a crumple of the paper.

You learned manners at the table, how to walk with a book over your head, how to talk and when to shut, and how to write with curlicues at the end of each word. They chose your wardrobe, the books you’d read, the lessons you’d take. The bars became of gold. And of Levi, you haven’t heard a word.

The wheels rattle and the hooves clop. Another horse neighs to a stop. The carriage lowers the speed, and you glimpse out through a sliver of the billowing curtain. People stroll in both directions, donning hats and bowing, weaving, and bumping into each other. Uneasiness creeps within you. The dress is too layered for summer, and the tight braids strained your face.

“Martin and Donna, you’re going to love them.” His hand weaves with yours, and you look at him, wrenching a smile. You hope lunch doesn’t extend too long. Unlikely if they start talking about politics. He must have grasped a hint of your gloom. His smile falters. “If you’re not well, we could cancel. They’d understand.”

“No. No. I’m fine. I know how important it is for you.”

A winsome smile brightens his features. “You’re always so considerate.” Samuel brings your hand to his mouth and presses a kiss on the knuckles. People pleaser. You feel impelled to comply, the fear of going back tethering you.

The clattering outside intensifies, and the driver pulls the brakes. “The Survey Corps.” The bearded man informs in a gruff.

“Why do they keep trying?” Samuel rolls the eyes. “What a waste.” He soliloquizes, making you simmer with irritation.

“They fight for our freedom.”

“But at what cost? Is our money being squander away.”

You lack the energy to wrangle with someone who fixes the world’s problems amid a banquet and tobacco smoke. You unlatch the door and jump off, hold your skirts off the way and stride toward the main street. Your name waning as you walk away.

Crestfallen, the bearers of the wings of freedom march to the government building. You crane your head over the disapproving throng. You keep winding through, shouldering, and bumping, scattering sorrys here and there. “Isn’t that Captain Levi?” A little boy chimes, tugging at his mother’s skirts.

That name stirs old memories, and instinctively you snap your head in the direction where the kid is pointing at.

Captain Levi.

You slap a hand over your mouth, stifling the racking sobs, tears falling unrestrained. A deep, dry, intense heartbeat hits your chest sharply, leaving you breathless. Somehow you manage to keep your balance, standing upright and frozen.

You need air.

People split in a wedge like Moses parted the Red Sea, murmuring, and all the unwanted attention gravitates around you. The clopping, little by little, drifts away. Your fingertips tingle and your chest feels tighter and tighter, your mouth dry. Calm down. You tell yourself. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to control your breathing, ignoring the words knocking around, but it all comes out in a rush of panic. Disoriented, you faint.

When you open your eyes, you’re alone, curled up in a couch. Your surroundings clear, giving form to an office. “You’re awake.”

You snap your face to the voice, a velvety husk etched within you. “Levi!”

He’s looking out the window, his silhouette painted on the floor, framed by a rectangle of golden light. The Wings of Freedom stitched on his back.

A quiet contentment spread through you, a glimmer of happiness flashing in your moistened eyes.

“You made it!”

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Warrior Cats Prefixes- T

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Tadpole-: "[noun] the tailed aquatic larva of an amphibian (frog, toad, newt, or salamander), breathing through gills and lacking legs until the later stages of its development"

Tall-: "[adj] of great or more than average height, especially (with reference to an object) relative to width"

Talon-: "[noun] a claw, especially one belonging to a bird of prey"

Tangle-: "[verb] twist together into a confused mass; [noun] a confused mass of something twisted together"

Tangled-: "[adj] twisted together untidily, aka matted; [adj] complicated and confused, aka chaotic"

Tansy-: "[noun] a plant of the daisy family with yellow flat-topped flower heads and aromatic leaves"

Tassel-: "[noun] the tufted head of some plants, especially a flower head with prominent stamens at the top of a cornstalk"

Tattered-: "[adj] old and torn or in poor condition"

Tawny-: "[adj] of an orange-brown or yellowish-brown color; [noun] an orange-brown or yellowish-brown color"

Teasel-: "[noun] a tall prickly Eurasian plant with spiny purple flower heads"

Tempest-: "[noun] a violent windy storm"

Tern-: "[noun] a seabird related to the gulls, typically smaller and more slender, with long pointed wings and a forked tail"

Thaw-: "[verb] (of ice, snow, or another frozen substance, such as food) become liquid or soft as a result of warming; [noun] a period of warmer weather that thaws ice and snow"

Thawing-: "[noun] the process of ice, snow, or another frozen substance becoming liquid or soft as a result of warming up"

Thicket-: "[noun] a dense group of bushes or trees"

Thistle-: "[noun] a widely distributed herbaceous plant of the daisy family, which typically has a prickly stem and leaves and rounded heads of purple flowers"

Thorn-: "[noun] a stiff, sharp-pointed, straight or curved woody projection on the stem or other part of a plant; [noun] a thorny bush, shrub, or tree, especially a hawthorn"

Thrasher-: "[noun] any of various American oscine birds (family Mimidae, especially genus Toxostoma) related to the mockingbird that resemble thrushes but have a usually long curved bill and long tail"

Thrift-: "[noun] a European plant which forms low-growing tufts of slender leaves with rounded pink flower heads, growing chiefly on sea cliffs and mountains"

Thrush-: "[noun] a small or medium-sized songbird, typically having a brown back, spotted breast, and loud song"

Thunder-: "[noun] a loud rumbling or crashing noise heard after a lightning flash due to the expansion of rapidly heated air"

Thyme-: "[noun] a low-growing aromatic plant of the mint family"

Tick-: "[noun] any of a superfamily of bloodsucking acarid arachnids that are larger than the related mites, attach themselves to warm-blooded vertebrates to feed, and include important vectors of infectious diseases"

Ticked-: "[adj] having or made of hair banded with two or more colors"

Tidal-: "[adj] relating to or affected by tides"

Tide-: "[noun] the alternate rising and falling of the sea, usually twice in each lunar day at a particular place, due to the attraction of the moon and sun"

Tiger-: "[noun] a very large solitary cat with a yellow-brown coat striped with black; [noun] used to refer to someone fierce, determined, or ambitious"

Timber-: "[noun] wood prepared for use in building and carpentry"

Tiny-: "[adj] very small"

Tree-: "[noun] a woody perennial plant, typically having a single stem or trunk growing to a considerable height and bearing lateral branches at some distance from the ground"

Toad-: "[noun] a tailless amphibian with a short stout body and short legs, typically having dry warty skin that can exude poison"

Todd-: "[noun] a male fox"

Tornado-: "[noun] a mobile, destructive vortex of violently rotating winds having the appearance of a funnel-shaped cloud and advancing beneath a large storm system"

Torrent-: "[noun] a strong and fast-moving stream of water"

Tortoise-: "[noun] a turtle, typically a herbivorous one that lives on land"

Tranquil-: "[adj] free from disturbance. Calm"

Trillium-: "[noun] a plant with a solitary three-petaled flower above a whorl of three leaves"

Trout-: "[noun] a chiefly freshwater fish of the salmon family"

Truffle-: "[noun]  strong-smelling underground fungus that resembles an irregular, rough-skinned potato, growing chiefly in broadleaved woodland on calcareous soils"

Tufted-: "[adj] having or growing in a tuft or tufts"

Tulip-: "[noun] a bulbous spring-flowering plant of the lily family, with boldly colored cup-shaped flowers"

Tumble-: "[verb] (typically of a cat) fall suddenly, clumsily, or headlong"

Tunnel-: "[noun] an artificial underground passage, especially one built through a hill or under a building, road, or river; [verb] dig or force a passage underground or through something"

Turkey-: "[noun] a large mainly domesticated game bird native to North America, having a bald head and (in the male) red wattles"

Turtle-: "[noun] a slow-moving reptile, enclosed in a scaly or leathery domed shell into which it can retract its head and thick legs"

Twig-: "[noun] a slender woody shoot growing from a branch or stem of a tree or shrub"

Twilight-: "[noun] the soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon"

Twine-: "[noun] strong thread or string consisting of two or more strands of plants twisted together; [verb] cause to wind or spiral round something"

Twirl-: "[verb] spin quickly and lightly around, especially repeatedly"

Twirling-: "[verb] spin quickly and lightly around, especially repeatedly"

Twist-: "[verb] form into a bent, curling, or distorted shape; [noun] a thing with a spiral shape"

[savventeen]

feelin' thorny

rating: M pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader wc: 0.4k summary: florist seungkwan receives a bouquet from his rival — emotions are had warnings: slightly nsfw discussion, language tags: rival florists, the is the start of an enemies to lovers fic (that i will probably never write), soonyoung says some Wild Shit, reader is actually only mentioned in this sorry a/n: i know nothing about flowers or their meanings i just used google and then made shit up lol (also this was originally a vmin drabble i posted on twt two years ago)

Seungkwan looked down at the bouquet of flowers — beautifully arranged and wrapped in old newspaper and tied with a dainty blue ribbon — gobsmacked.

It was addressed to him of all people.

No one ever sent Seungkwan flowers. Because who would send flowers to a florist? Especially from his rival's shop?

And speak of the devil, the little card carefully attached to the ribbon simply read from y/n <3 in a distressingly elegant calligraphy.

He looked at the artfully arranged flowers more closely. There was an obvious yellow color scheme — hyacinth (jealousy - sport, game, play) and tansy (hostile thoughts, declaring war) and tarragon (lasting interest) arranged neatly around a single tall sunflower (haughtiness) — but a few white roses (I'm worthy of you) were included to help balance it out. It really was beautiful, and some unknown feeling did a little somersault in his chest.

And then the meanings sunk in.

You had just sent him a flower arrangement that essentially said "wow, you're so jealous, fucking fight me" but in the most annoyingly flirtatious way possible. It made Seungkwan want to commit arson.

"That absolute motherfucker."

"Okay, Kwan-ah, I'm confused," Soonyoung piped up from where he was re-poting some ferns in the corner. "Do you want to kill whoever sent those, or fuck them?"

Seungkwan choked on his spit.

Soonyoung blazed on, "Because the words you just said were mean but you look so grossly in love that I'm concerned hearts and rainbows are going to start shooting out of your pores like some kind of homoerotic pipebomb."

Or maybe murder was on the table after all.

"Kwon Soonyoung you are henceforth forbidden from ever opening your mouth inside my shop ever again." He threw one of the many flower-themed stress balls he kept lying around for this exact reason at Soonyoung's head, taking pleasure at the pained yelp Soonyoung let out as he failed to dodge out of the way and sprawled gracelessly across the floor.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the bouquet. "And to answer your question..."

The flowers stared up from where he was still clutching them with both hands, judging him. Waiting.

Seungkwan sighed.

"Both. Definitely both."

[gougarpaw]

"You saved my kit! I owe you so much."

Tansy is a gray she-cat.

Notes:

- Mother of Frog and Willow Tail

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