#and based on your petals you look like you could use a little TLC

[your-local-grinning-cat]

*a couple crocuses with slightly wilted petals(?) waves*

(You're back!!! Hello!! How were your travels?)

- @hello-from-nrc-infirmary

*frowns slightly and pets their petals gently, pouring a little magic into them as I do so*

They were good, little plant pals. I come and go as I please, sometimes my trips are long or short. It all depends on outside factors and inside factors and factors of 12.

Sometimes it becomes hard to come back because I can feel disconnected from this universe after being gone so long, but I still love my home here. 💜

And everyone welcomes me back so nicely when I do reappear. Makes a cat feel very welcome. Speaking of giving me a welcome though, I didn’t know you all were fond of leaving the infirmary…?

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

There’s A Florist That I know...

Yes, yes. Ignore the awful title.

This is based on a prompt I saw about character A going to character B’a flower shop to buy flowers for their mother every week.

I hope you enjoy this flower shop oneshot 😁

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As a child, Blake always loved roses. They represented love in so many ways. They were always so prominent in every fairytale that she loved and she often would help her mother tend to her garden, learning about the different kinds of flowers and their different meaning. But out of all of them, roses were Blake’s favourite.

Of course, that all changed when she met Adam Taurus. Oh, he was charming at first and made her feel as though she were all that mattered in the world. Once he learned of her love for roses, he bought her a bouquet every time that they met. Even when they moved in together, he still brought her those ruby red roses, with words as soft as the petals of the flowers that she loved.

But as time went on, the red in those roses seemed to be steeped in the blood that dropped from a split lip or a broken nose. Adam’s words soon became more like the thorns of each rose, digging in and cutting into Blake’s heart and soul.

Each day that passed her by made her feel like the roses that had ceased to be replaced over the years, wilting away and shriveling up. Just like the flowers that she used to love, the flowers ya she came to associate with pain, she was slowly dying, doomed to be nothing more than mulch while Adam continued to stand tall above her.

But sometimes, all a dying flower needs is a new home and a whole lot of TLC. Blake found that care and home within the arms of two friends, who accepted her scars and let her find herself once more at her own pace as she worked at a flower shop that one of them owned. With time, she began to see the beauty in flowers again. Roses, however, continued to carry memories of pain for the young woman, no matter how far away she got from.

At least… until a young woman with blonde hair, lilac eyes and a kind smile started to come by each week, politely requesting a bouquet of white roses for her mother.

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“Heya, Blake! Could I get-“

“One bouquet of white roses coming up.” Blake smirked softly as Yang blinked before giving her a playful glare. “You’ve been coming here for a few months now, Yang. Every Monday. Same request. I think I’ve got your order down to a science now.”

“Since when are florists meant to be so cheeky with their clients?”

“Since their client put a scratch in the side of their brand new car with her bike.” Blake deadpanned, black cat ears flicking in amusement, recalling their first… less than stellar meeting. Yang had been running late for a meeting with her mother and had rushed to the nearest florist store. Despite Blake’s lukewarm attitude towards her, Yang had later returned and promised to pay for a new paint job. Blake had agreed and ever since, Yang had been returning to Ilia’s flower shop for her mother’s flowers. “You know… I feel like you could probably go to a florist closer to your home.”

“True. I could do that.” Yang smiled charmingly at her, lilac eyes twinkling playfully. “But they wouldn’t have the prettiest flower of all.”

“And that would be?”

“You.”

“And there it is.” Blake snorted, moving to collect the roses and bundle them up for Yang. “Flattery won’t get you a discount, dear.” Blake drawled, tossing her head to hide her blush.

“What can I say? Mum likes this place. The roses always seem to last a little bit longer when I buy them from here.”

As always when discussing her mother, there was a certain sadness to Yang’s eyes that made a part of Blake wish that she could take away. Often, she found herself wondering if the mother in question was sick but she knew that it was none of her concern.

“Well, I’m glad.” Blake said as she finished her work and smiled softly at Yang. “You’re very sweet for doing this for her, Yang.”

“Thanks, Blake.” Yang said quietly, a small, sad smile twitching onto her face for a moment as she passed Blake the lien she owes her. “I, um. I should go and take these to my mum but… you enjoy your week, Blake. See you next Monday.”

“I… guess you will. See you, Yang.”

And as Yang left the florist shop and headed off to visit her mother, Blake couldn't help but begin to think that maybe, when held by gentle and kind hands, that a rose can be so much more than the thorns that it bore.

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The following Monday, Blake felt a wave of disappointment when Ilia ran up to her and asked her to take an arrangement of flowers in her car to a local cemetery for a funeral. Apparently, the delivery boy hadn’t bothered to call in sick and so, Blake had to step in.

Which meant that she had to miss out on seeing Yang for that week.

Not exactly something that she was pleased about but duty called.

But it was as she was walking through the cemetery, back towards her car after delivering the arrangement, that she spotted a familiar figure walking towards her with a family bouquet of white roses in hand.

“Yang?”

“Blake?!”

The two stared at each other for a long moment before Yang groaned and let out a small laugh, a hint of self-depreciation hidden in its depths

“Um. Okay. This is kind of awkward.” She said with an uncomfortable smile. “I, uh. I’m not used to seeing you without soil in your hair.” She joked weakly, shifting her weight nervously.

“Wow. Thanks.” Blake huffed back, her lips twitching when Yang relaxed a little. “I admit that… this is unexpected, though.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is. When Ilia said you were out on a delivery, I didn’t expect to see you delivering them to my mother’s cemetery, to be honest.” Yang smiles again but it was strained, anxious and hurt. It made Blake’s heart ache for the woman before her.

“Your mother…” Blake murmured under her breath, her chest twisting when Yang looked away. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It happened when I was a kid.” Yang said quietly, shrugging it off, despite the grief that Blake could see as clear as day in her eyes. “This is just… something that I like to do for her, you know? She always had white roses in the kitchen and I guess… I didn’t want her to not have something that made her so happy.” Yang paused a moment before cringing, her nose scrunching up in distaste. “That sounded a lot less embarrassing in my head.”

“I don’t think it’s embarrassing.” Blake said as she hesitantly stepped up to Yang and placed a hand on her shoulder. She smiled gently at Yang and tilted her head to the side to meet her embarrassed gaze. “I think it’s really sweet that you’d do something like that for her.”

“Yeah?” Yang smiled hesitantly back at her, a small blush spreading across her cheeks. “So you don’t think I’m a total dork?”

“Oh, I know that you’re a total dork but I knew that the second you got flustered trying to pay for my scratched car.” Blake teased gently.”

“Shut up.” Yang huffed, without bite, as she shook her head with a small laugh. “Why do I keep coming to your store again?”

“Because I’m the prettiest of all the flowers, remember?”

“Feisty.” Yang chuckled softly, biting her lip before letting out a soft sigh. “I should… go pay my visits and let you get back to work. Don’t want to get you in trouble with Ilia and all that.”

“Alright. Stay safe, Yang.” Blake said softly as they parted ways. Blake had only gone a few steps when Yang’s voice called out to her again.

“Blake?”

“Yeah?”

“See you next Monday.”

And as she watched Yang send her a quick grin before making her way further into the cemetery, Blake couldn’t but smile to herself.

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Roses were once Blake’s favourite flower. But soon, they had been tainted by the blood that Adam spilled over them. Blake doubted that she’d ever be able to love roses as much as she once did. Not with the memories of Adam associated with them.

“But that’s okay.” Blake mumbled to herself, as she carefully arranged Yang's flowers. “They’re still beautiful in their own right.” Blake carefully wrapped them and waited for Yang to show up.

And when Yang left, Blake smiled as she came to a stop as she finally looked at her bouquet, no longer distracted by her conversation with Blake. She watched as Yang gently caressed the singular sunflower placed in the centre of the white roses and plucked a small card from one of its leaves. Blake giggled behind her hand as Yang turned to state at her through the window, her lilac eyes wide. Blake rolled her eyes and placed her hand next to her head in the universal “call me” sign and laughed when Yang gave a bright, excited grin. She felt her face flush when Yang winked at her, both of their facestinting pink, as she made her way to the parking lot.

“A rose may no longer represent love.” Blake murmured to herself as she played with a yellow ribbon.

“But maybe, one day, a sunflower might.”

[musicofthenightphantomoftheopera]

Solangelo Headcanon Based Fics

sooooooooooooooooooooo. As you know I kinda sorta got hooked on writing Solangelo Headcannons and I've been thinking about turning a few them into full scale short-ISH fics all day today. It's currently 11:14 P.M. at the time I'm writing this and I decided "why the hell not?" sooo lets get to it! This is gonna be the first of a few as I come up with them. I know that a few are very long winded, but last time I checked, I normally write that way. Heheh......instead of giving you guys fanfiction fuel, I accidentally gave myself fanfiction fuel! XD

sooooooooooo here goes nothing!

Fic #1 Based on my very first headcanon. I call this one "Black Rose Admirer"

Will nonchalantly strolled out of the Infermary after a thankfully slow day. Once he was far enough away, he checked his pockets and pulled out a small pouch containing Thirteen golden drachmas. Will let out a sigh of relief "Good." he whispered under his breath, "Still there." He had been waiting all day for this ever since he got word from the Demeter cabin that their Roses were finally in bloom! A few weeks ago, he bribed the Demeter kids to grow Thirteen black roses for him. When one asked who they were for, he just said it was for "someone special." No hints of weather it was a romantic someone, or for a friend. But Will knew exactly who they were for. He's had his eye on this boy for quite a while now. The mysterious Son of Hades, who only spent Three days in the infirmary with him, and suddenly made Will a little hot under the collar whenever he thought about him. It was the Raven haired Italian prince of death, Nico di Angelo. And what an Angel he was (to Will, anyway). Will didn't want anybody to know what he was doing, just in case it didn't work out. However, if it did, oh boy was he going to shout it from the rooftops! But for now a black ops secret admirer mission would have to do (pun intended). Going into full stealth mode, he was determined to get to the Demeter cabin completely unnoticed. If anybody caught him with a huge bouquet of roses in his hand, demigods would be asking left and right about who has the Head Medic of Camp Half-Blood love-struck enough to buy flowers for. Pretty much the last thing he needs today. Without too much trouble, and by some miracle, Will was able to make it over to the cabin without getting caught. He saw a girl with wild and wavy red hair and green eyes fiddling with a pair of well worn hedge clippers, obviously trying to get them back in working order. The girl looked up as she saw Will coming over. "Well, Well, Well." she said as a gentle smile graced her freckled face, "If it isn't my favorite Apollo kid." "Hey, Lilly." Will waved awkwardly. "Let me guess. You're here for the roses, aren't you?" Lilly got up and dusted herself off. Will nodded. "Come with me." She grabbed Will's hand and lead him toward the amazing garden that the Demeter kids all grew together. Every kind of flower, fruit, vegetable, and berry you can think of! You name it, they had it! Including the Iconic strawberries that kept the camp running, when picked and sold by the truck load. Lilly lead Will towards the flower section of the garden where Will could see roses blooming in every color! Ironically, Hyacinth flowers grew nearby. Will remembered how his dad, Apollo created the flower from one of his many lovers, the Spartan Prince, Hyacinthus. Zephyr, the west wind , was also in love with Hyacinthus and instead of dealing with his emotions properly, he decided that if he couldn't have him, no one could. So Zephyr decided to murder Hyacinthus by shifting the winds and causing a discus to fly into his head. Apollo turned Hyacinthus into that flower to preserve his life and beauty forever and wrote tragic poetry onto the petals. The one time when his dad was actually good at poetry at all. Will hoped and prayed to the gods that the same thing wouldn't happen to him. The thought was jolted from his mind when he saw a tiny section of the rainbow of roses blocked off. "Here we are!" Lilly announced in a singsong voice, "So What do you think?". There they were. 13 roses in full velvety black splendor glittering with droplets of dew on the biggest petals. Will stared in awe at the amazing flowers. Lilly had truly outdone herself this time. "I had to import the soil from Turkey, which is the only place they grow naturally." She explained, "It took a little more TLC than most of my roses, but it was so worth it!" Will gave Lily a big hug in excited gratitude. "Oh my gods, Lilly! These are perfect!" Will exclaimed. "Aw, shucks." Lilly's cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, "But, honestly. Would you expect anything less from me?" It was a known fact the Lilly was the keeper of the roses in the flower section of the garden. Her roses were the best of the best, and you best believe that she made a killing off of them once February rolled around at camp. Those roses were her children and she took great pride in them. Lilly took out a smaller pair of clippers used to pick flowers from the garden from her dress pocket. She began to pick the black roses one by one until they were all in her hand. Will followed her inside the cabin where she wrapped up the roses in silvery grey plastic wrap and tied it all together with a long piece of black ribbon into a neat and tidy bow. "I can't thank you enough for this." said Will as he got out the red pouch from his pocket and held it out for Lilly to take from him. "Here." he said with a grateful smile, "One for each rose." Lilly smiled and shook her head. Will stared at her, understandably confused. "Oh, no you don't, Solace." Lilly handed the freshly made bouquet to Will, "This one's on the house." "Wait, seriously?" Will asked. "Yeah!" Lilly exclaimed, "It's the least I could do! You healed up my hand good as new after that copperhead bit me a couple weeks ago. We're square, buddy!" Will sighed "You're a lifesaver!" "Actually," Lilly corrected, "You would technically be the lifesaver." Will was going to retort, but Lilly cut him off before he could. "Now go win over your Prince of Darkness!" Lilly turned him around and gave him a friendly shove. 'oh no.' Will thought. "You knew?!" he tried to whisper in a panic. "Actually, I kinda just guessed" Lilly shrugged. "How?!" Will started to get a little apprehensive. "Gee, let's see," Lilly began in a sarcastic tone as she put a hand on her hip and a finger to her chin, "Who wears the color black all the time, has black hair and lives in a big cabin made of black obsidian?" Will turned a rosie shade of red. "Is it that obvious?" Will asked, trying to hide his reddish face. "Don't worry, Will. I promise I won't tell anyone." She raised her right hand. "I swear it on the River Styx." Thunder rumbled in the distance. Will let out a sigh of relief. At least he could trust Lilly with his little secret. "Thanks, Lilly." Lilly put her hands on his shoulders. "No problem. Now get to the Hade's cabin, pronto!" Lilly shoved Will out of the Demeter cabin, and walked back over to the hedge clippers to try and get the darn things working again. Will felt solar flares going off in his stomach instead of butterflies. Contrary to popular belief, he's never done anything remotely romantic before. But here he was, about to pull the oldest trick in the book, by leaving a bouquet of roses at the doorstep of the boy he liked. Will steadied himself and took a deep breath. 'Here goes nothing." he thought. He walked past all the cabins until he stopped dead in his tracks in front of his destination. There it was, Cabin 13. The home of the children of Hades. A big imposing looking building, with walls made of black obsidian. A giant skull hung over the doorway and torches carrying green fire burned 24 hours a day. Will had to admit, it sure did leave an impression. This was it. The moment of truth. Will's hands were shaking like a leaf and his knees slowly started to buckle, his heart began to pound in his ears. He started having second thoughts, but quickly punched those second thoughts in the proverbial face and steadied himself again. He walked up the steps to stop right at the humungous doors that if he didn't know any better, could lead straight into the Underworld. Will took a deep breath, and prayed to the gods that Nico would be in there. He raised his fist, and knocked on the door Three times. At first, nothing happened. Then after what seemed like forever, he heard a voice from inside the cabin. "Coming!" 'OH SNAP!' Will screamed in his mind. he gently placed the flowers in front of the door, sprinted down the stairs, and dove into a nearby bush. He peaked through the leaves just in time to see Nico open the giant black door. Will's heart was beating so loudly in his ears, he had no idea how Nico couldn't hear it. His olive skin glowed in the sunlight. His silky raven hair was messy as usual, but always managed to look gorgeous anyway. Nico walked out and looked side to side to find no one there. He looked down at his feet and was in complete disbelief at what he saw. A large bouquet of 13 velvety black roses in full bloom. Will watched with unblinking eyes in anticipation to see how Nico would react. Upon closer inspection, Nico discovered a small card tied to the black ribbon holding the bouquet together. He opened it, but it didn't say who it was from. All that was there was a golden Lyre emblazoned on the card. The symbol of Apollo. Nico's eyes widened, his cheeks started turning a lovely shade of red. And then, something completely unexpected happened. Nico di Angelo smiled. Although it was a tiny one, Will could tell it was definitely a smile. Nico quickly looked around again in case the mysterious admirer was around. With no such luck, Nico took the flowers and sped back inside the cabin, closing the giant black door behind him. Will snuck out of the bush once he saw the coast was clear. 'YES!' he whisper shouted in his mind. He did a little happy dance before heading off to dinner. That night, when he scraped his offering into the brasier, he made the a sacrifice to both Aprhodite and his dad, Apollo for extra luck in his further romantic endeavors in an effort to win the heart of the illusive Prince of Darkness. He treated himself with two chocolate chunk cookies that night to congradulate himself on a job well done, for phase one of his plan was complete.