#and was a way for lovers to communicate secretly in the victorian era

[psychosistr]

The Language of Flowers

Jonawagon Week - Day 1: Summer/Spring

Summary: Jonathan and Speedwagon go for a stroll in the spring time and Jonathan gives Speedwagon a very meaningful gift.

Spring time had finally decided to grace the residents of England with some pleasant weather for the first time in what felt like months. Many were taking advantage of the temperate air and clear skies to engage in all manner of outdoor activities ranging from gardening to picnics to outdoor sports.

One such man deciding to take advantage of the fine weather was the young man Jonathan Joestar, local nobleman and, unknown to all but a handful of people, savior of the world for his brave fights against the harrowing forces of the undead. Today, though, he did not seek a fight or to protect anyone (not to say he wouldn’t should the opportunity present itself, of course- he would always rush to the aid of others)- no, he had far better plans for the day.

As Jonathan walked to the top of a grassy hill and finally gained a full view of the valley beneath, he spotted the person he’d come all this way to visit. “Speedwagon!” He called with a bright smile and a wave at the man in question.

Speedwagon, who had been seated comfortably beneath a shady tree so as to avoid the sunlight as he waited, looked up towards the hill when he heard the taller man calling his name. “Hm?” His face lit up as bright as the sun above them when he spotted Jonathan walking at a brisk pace down the hill towards him. “Ah, Jojo!” He stood and dusted himself off. “Glad y’ finally showed up- was beginnin’ t’ think I ‘ad the wrong place.”

“My apologies, Speedwagon.” Jonathan said when he finally reached the blonde, giving him an apologetic frown. “I do hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

Speedwagon chuckled and adjusted the bowler hat sitting atop his head. “Not at all, mate- I think I just showed up a bit early ‘s all.” He looked up at Jonathan with a warm smile. “Now then, what’s on the agenda for t’day, Master Joestar?” He chuckled when the moniker made the nobleman wince.

“I do wish you wouldn’t call me that..” He mumbled as he walked, the blonde falling in step right beside him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Well, we have t’ keep up appearances, don’ we?” Speedwagon asked while casting his gaze off to the side.

Jonathan followed his line of sight to see groups of people in the distance taking advantage of the nice weather. Families engaging in picnics, couples out on dates (sort of like himself, Jonathan thought and fought not to blush), and children playing and tumbling about on the green grass. They were far enough away, for the most part, that they could not hear much of what the two men said, but they were still within sight.

“Ah. Yes. Quite right…” Jonathan lamented but tried not to let the sadness he felt manifest itself on his face.

Truth be told, Jonathan and Speedwagon had been…well…“seeing each other” for quite some time now.

Ever since his first defeat of Dio, and then again after he was finally defeated for good, Jonathan had allowed himself to think of what he wanted for his future. He was a man of simple desires and found that, above all else, he merely wanted to be surrounded by those he loved for the rest of his days. Of course this meant the lovely Erina, as well as any child they were to conceive (Erina currently being pregnant with their first child whom he already adored before even seeing its face), but he discovered that these feelings and desires for the future also extended to his closest, dearest friend- Robert E.O. Speedwagon.

After a discussion with Erina on the matter, as well as a blushing, nearly-tearful confession to Speedwagon himself, the three had come to an understanding on the matter. Sadly, due to public opinion and laws regarding same-gender relationships, Jonathan and Speedwagon could not be together publicly. To throw off any who would suspect the two, Jonathan and Erina were the ones to be happily married, but it was with the secret knowledge and understanding that Jonathan also be free to give the same love and devotion towards the other important blonde beauty in his life when away from the judgmental eyes of the public.

Jonathan knew that it was imperative no one find out about the true nature of his relationship with the former street-thug, but it still caused a fierce ache to bloom within his heart at the thought of never being able to do something as simple as hold hands in public for fear of persecution against both himself and his beloved.

“Jojo?” He heard Speedwagon calling his name softly and turned his gaze back down to the other, allowing him to see the concerned expression on that scarred face. “Everythin’ alright, love?” The other man spoke softly so as not to risk being overheard. “Y’ seem awful’ down.”

Jonathan looked into those lovely brown eyes and felt his earlier worries and tension fade away. “My apologies, Robert.” He said with a soft smile on his face. “I was lost in thought for a moment, but it was nothing of concern.” He returned his attention to the path ahead of them. “To answer your earlier query, I thought it would be nice to go for a stroll along the river through the woods.” The dark haired man answered while motioning with one hand to indicate the river ahead of them leading into the forest in the distance.

Speedwagon continued to gaze at him with concern for a moment longer before redirecting his gaze to the river. “I see. Sounds like a fine way t’ spend the afternoon.”

The two smiled at each other as they walked. It was a calm, understanding smile that spoke volumes between them- communicating in their own, silent way every “I love you” and “I treasure our time together” and “I love you more than life itself” that they could not voice aloud at the moment.

They engaged in frivolous small talk all the while. Jonathan informed Speedwagon of Erina’s health that morning, of how her pregnancy was still exhausting her but she had been able to eat a bit easier that day. Speedwagon, in turn, told him of the letter he’d received from Baron Zeppeli not long ago that said him and the other monks, as well as the young infant that Straights had adopted, were all doing quite well. They spoke of these things and any other small but pleasant topics that came to mind.

Before either had realized it, they’d walked so deep into the woods that the earlier chatter of the others in the field had all but vanished. Jonathan did, however, finally take notice of their location when he spotted a tree near the river bend that was still mostly green but for one branch that was blooming with flowers and pointing at an almost perfect right angle away from the river.

“Aha, so that’s where it was..” He muttered to himself before taking Speedwagon’s hand in his own and leading the smaller man in the direction the blooming branch pointed.

“Huh? Where’s what, Jojo?” Speedwagon’s cheeks had colored slightly when Jonathan grabbed for his hand, but he allowed himself to be pulled along nonetheless.

“Oh, just some place special I wanted to share with you, beloved.” The Joestar replied with an excited smile cast over his shoulder at his confused love. He felt safe enough to be more bold with his words, as well as his actions now that they were this far out- no one dared to venture this deep in the forest, he’d discovered this years ago and it had held true ever since.

He led the confused and curious blonde deeper into the woods, occasionally finding trees similar to the first- all still mostly green except for a single blooming branch that pointed the way to the next marker. Eventually, after a few minutes’ worth of walking, the secret lovers arrived at their destination.

Speedwagon was finally released from Jonathan’s grasp upon arrival and took in the scenery. It was indeed a lovely spot with a large tree covered in buds that had yet to bloom offering plenty of shade to the area below and plenty of large roots that were easily wide enough to sit upon, even for two men as large as themselves. There were also several small flowers and bushes dotting the space, allowing a soft but pleasant scent to greet them upon breaching their hideaway.

“Jojo..” Speedwagon began while taking in the sights and smells of the many colorful blooms around them. “This is somethin’ else. Thanks for showin’ it t’ me.”

Jonathan chuckled as he left Speedwagon’s side to walk up to the tree at the center of it all. “You’re quite welcome, dear, but I am not done just yet.”

At the curious look of his beloved, Jonathan simply grinned and winked at him before taking in a breath to charge his hamon. This was an exercise he did not do often as his need for learning the art had been defeated, but it still proved handy in moments such as this. Once the energy was charged, he channeled it into his hand and placed it upon the trunk of the tree. The crackling golden light flowed easily from the tips of his fingers into the wood and surged through it in a dazzling display of light.

The true spectacle, however, began once the light reached the branches of the trees and, more importantly, the still sleeping buds resting upon them.

Speedwagon gasped and stared in awe as the shimmering glow filled the buds and caused them all to bloom at once in a breathtaking display. Once they were open, the flowers were revealed to be magnolias- and not just any magnolias, but a rare, bizarre, beautiful color combination of deep purple at the base that bled into a golden yellow further up the petals, and then, finally, to a soft, almost whitish-yellow at the tips of each petal.

“Jojo..!” Speedwagon said while still staring at the vibrantly colored tree that had just blossomed to life right before his very eyes. “This is incredible!” He took a few steps closer so he could get a better look at the flowers. “Why, I’ve never seen ones like these before! Usually their only pink or white! ‘ow’d y’ come ‘cross one like this?”

Jonathan chuckled softly, overjoyed by his dearest Speedwagon’s reaction. “Completely by accident in my youth, as luck would have it.” He looked up at the beautiful flowers on the branches above with a soft smile. “I have seen many men in town giving flowers to those they love lately, and thought it only fair that I do the same. I have already given Erina a bouquet of fresh lilacs, as she prefers their scent to that of roses or lilies and because she was my first love as a boy, but I struggled to find a flower that would suit you.” He reached up and carefully pulled down one of the lower branches, bringing it down just enough that he could pluck the best looking flower he saw on the limb before gently releasing it back into its previous spot. “Then, I recalled these remarkable blossoms from many years ago and spent days trying to find the exact tree they’d come from.”

He looked back up at his partner and saw that he was staring at Jonathan with reddened cheeks and a hand clutched over his heart. “You…Y’ didn’t ‘ave t’ go t’ that much trouble for me, love. I’d ‘ve been fine with anythin’, long as it was from you.”

Jonathan smiled gently and walked up to his beloved Speedwagon with the flower in his hand. “For you, my love, it was no trouble at all. I would go to the ends of the Earth and scour every forest the planet has to offer, all to see that lovely smile upon your face.” When he reached the shorter man, Jonathan used his free hand to gently tuck his golden locks behind one reddened ear before slipping the stem of the plant in its proper place behind it. “There. Absolutely beautiful.” He said with a satisfied smile, gazing at the sight of his beloved adorned with the magnificent rare plant.

It complimented him perfectly- the gold and yellow matched his hair and the purple complimented the accents of his suit exquisitely.

The flower could also be seen as a symbol of both of them, if one knew them well enough: On a more literal note, the purple was a rather deep shade, almost blue, and could be seen as a mirror of Jonathan’s hair while the gold was Speedwagon’s own. More than that would be the color that Speedwagon often wore in his hat/weapon, the purple, coupled with Jonathan’s hamon, the shades of yellow. A more figurative take, however, would be how purple was considered the color of nobility and wealth, such as Jonathan, while yellow, depending on its shade, could also be worn by nobility or by those of a lower social class, such as Speedwagon himself. Finally, there was the emotional meanings of the colors with purple being indicative of mourning and yellow representing both greed as well as renewal and hope, alluding to how the two met when Speedwagon attempted to rob Jonathan on that one faithful night only to have his entire life changed with one hit from the nobleman before joining Jonathan at the Joestar mansion where he lost his father as well as his home but, through that tragedy, gained the two loves of his life.

Yes, to Jonathan, this flower was a perfect representation of his bond with the other man and he didn’t believe that God himself could have shown him a more perfect plant to give to his love.

He could tell that Speedwagon, despite his reddened face and flustered state, was about to say something else- likely a false comment about how he wasn’t beautiful at all or worthy of such a special gift. In order to stop the other’s self-deprecation before it even started, Jonathan cupped one reddened cheek with his palm while the other hand went to his beloved’s waist and pulled him into a tender, loving kiss to draw his mind away from such things.

The two stayed like that for a long time, becoming lost in one another’s presence and the love that flowed stronger between them than any hamon Jonathan had ever felt surging through his veins. Even after they’d finished kissing, they simply stayed beneath the tree and held onto each other, taking advantage of this small peace granted to them away from prying eyes that would do them harm.

For now, in this moment, all they needed to be happy was something as simple as standing beneath a blossoming magnolia tree while looking into each other’s eyes with smiles that very clearly said “I love you” and “I will always love you”.

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Flowers For You

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌.

𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖫𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝖩𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: '𝖦𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌!!'

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

Flowers is something that men give to ladies as a sign of love and expressing emotions, to brighten their day and make them smile. But if it means all of these things why are men not getting flowers? Why aren’t people sending flowers to their fathers, brothers, male friends, or lovers?

The history of giving flowers got dominant during the Middle Ages. Its significance expanded during the mid-1700s when the English and French, saw the various variations of blossoms whilst visiting Turkey. 

In Victorian times, people didn’t openly communicate their feelings to other people, and they kept it all to themselves. Nonetheless, they found the giving of flowers as the easiest ways of exchanging feelings. An extraordinary effort was made simplest in minutes by giving blossoms due to the colour, size, position, placement, and presentation would imply a message or importance on how it is given. Depending on those different factors there would be various amount of meaning connected to each flower, so every provider and receiver needed to learn the different meanings, so they knew what the other person was trying to say.

Even though the vast majority of people at present would not know the old tradition of giving blossoms, many despite everything acknowledge it as a type of symbolizing emotion from the giver to the recipient.

It was also a known fact that back then men receiving flowers was outlandish, it was abnormal for them to receive such beauty. Men were known to give flowers to women to show that they are keen on are, or if they were already dating it would show adoration, love, and appreciation.

So, if flowers have those different meanings why do women not give men flowers as a sign of their love? It’s a new time, a new era, a new century; giving flowers to men shouldn’t seem so strange anymore, it should be just as normal as giving flowers to females. Furthermore, it is said that men only receive flowers at their funerals? Why give flowers to someone who can’t appreciate them whilst women get so many flowers whilst their alive for us to appreciate.

Logically, men should receive flowers too as it be the right thing to do as women get them all the time. Men should be given love through flowers no matter who they are. Flowers have never been symbolised with genders, but they have been symbolised with peace, friendship, and love.

That’s why you sent Mason a bouquet of Crimson Red Roses whilst you was away doing press conference in America, and he had to stay in England as he still had some matches to play.

I know your nervous for your big game tonight and I can’t be there to help you with your nerves, but I hope you present outside the door can x

Mason read the text that you sent to him a few times as he walked to the front door, he secretly hoped it be one of those things where the lover is standing outside waiting for a warm embrace. But when he opened the door, you wasn’t standing there and he looked around like a fool, thinking that you was hiding from him.

But you weren’t.

His eyes moved to look down and a soft smile made it onto his face as he saw his present. A bouquet of Crimson Red Roses attached with some Ferrero Rocher attached to it with a white card along with it. He bent down to read the note which said, ‘Sending Love from America.’ He turned it around and saw a p.s. ‘Don’t eat all the chocolates straight away, I don’t need Tuchel killing me.’

Mason chuckled slightly as he picked his presents up but his eyes stayed on the flowers rather than the chocolates. He’s never received flowers before and seeing that you have made him feel giddy. He never thought he really wanted flowers before until now, seeing them in his hands. He sniffed them a few times as he was welcomed with the smell of sweet delight. He placed them down on the table in search for a vase, knowing that you kept some. He filled it up with some cold water and picked up a food packet that you buy for your flowers keeping them alive and fresh longer. He walked back to the table and unwrapped the flowers before placing them into the cold water with food swimming in it. But his eye once again stayed on the beautiful roses that you gave him.

Eyes softening at the sight and heart fluttering at the thought that you was the one that gave him flowers, a man, instead of it being the other way showed that your relationship isn’t a boring traditional relationship. It’s modern and it’s new and for Mason it felt like the best thing ever. He didn’t even realise that his eyes were welling up until he felt a tear rolling down his slight flushed face.  He sniffled slightly as he lets out a breathy laugh at the thought of flowers doing this to him.

Maybe it is true, men become emotional at the giving of flowers as they aren’t used to it. But maybe they should start getting used to it and make it a usual thing as it warmed all their hearts at the thought of someone giving them such a simple thing. And Mason hopes that the way he was feeling right now was the way you felt whenever he gave you flowers.

With a bright smile and watery eyes Mason pulled out his phone to take a picture of the gorgeous gift in front of him to put onto his Instagram. Below the picture he put the caption, ‘My girl is better than yours.’ With two hearts after it. He watched how quickly the likes and warm comments came rolling in, but his eyes stayed glue to your comments on his post.

‘Tuchel is defiantly going to kill me now that he’s seeing those chocolates.’

But then straight after it you commented.

‘Give your man some flowers!!!’

And all Mason could think about with a boyish smile across his face was how much he loves you.

A/N: Mason Mount fluff for any hearts I broke from my last fic from the series Unrequited Love.

Also all men should receive more flowers!!