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tyonfs · 2 years ago

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GIRL DONT GET ME STARTED ON WEBTOONS I WILL NEVER SHUT UP!!!!

but omg yeah i see what u mean w operation true love HAHA the sister is so annoying so it gives me SO MUCH satisfaction to see her not getting her way rn!! omg if u do decide to start it again lmk!!! 🤭 AND JIMIN AND YE EUN ARE GETTING THEIR OWN WEBTOON??? OMG E2L ARC I LOVE THEM SM CRIESNFKGNRN

i'm literally keeping up w so many webtoons rn (i gave up on anime bc of webtoons im sorry alice 😭😔) but my two absolute favs r seasons of blossom and honey lemon!!! (both of them update on the same day too so that's lucky for me LOL) but i recently found this new webtoon called muse on fame and i am Very Invested already!!! i also keep up w hello baby, go away romeo, operation: true love, maybe meant to be, the guy upstairs, get schooled!, perfect marriage revenge, there must be happy endings, dark moon: the blood altar, and marry my husband!! plus a lot of daily pass ones like designated bully, reality quest etc. OH and i don't even like horror but i found this rlly good dystopian one called everything is fine! it's currently on hiatus but i m super excited for the next season! i might also start purple hyacinth bc it's on hiatus rn and i can catch up quickly! beyond virtual is also rlly cool but it's also on hiatus rn unfortunately :(

which are ur fav webtoons??

also omg i saw u saw the dreamies live!!! THATS SO AWESOME I SHALL HAVE TO LIVE VICARIOUSLY THRU U :') which of their songs did u enjoy seeing live the most? and how were they irl? like . do they look the same as in videos? (idk if this makes sense but like are they taller than they seem or like. basically how are their personalities irl? 😭)

I'm so sorry for the long ask lmao i tend to get too excited whenever someone asks me ab webtoons 💀🥲 i hope ur day has been great and you got to eat lots of good food and stayed hydrated!! – anime :)

HAHAH i’ve been on the webtoon grind for the past 6 years it’s hard to escape 🫨

the art style is still rlly nice so i would consider reading true love operation tbh LMAOAO but love triangles also stress me out 😔 (odd girl out you have ruined me) also i’m not sure if i translated the raws wrong but i think they’re just getting extra chapters :’)) lowkey…….. i like them more than the main couple 🫣

LMAOAODJJ ANIME ANON U EVOLVED INTO WEBTOON ANON 😩 omg seasons of blossom is my absolute fav i remember when the first three chapters were out and i thought it was the cutest webtoon ever and now it’s the most emotionally damaging work of art i’ve ever read 😭💗 i fast passed to the end and wow. incredibly beautiful. and honey lemon is so cute too!!! i hate the boyfriend 😡😡😡 cant wait for her to break up with him!!! omg muse on fame is sooo good i love the art style so much 🤭 hello baby is from the author of age matters right ?? i subscribed but i’m yet to check it out :0 i will have to once i catch up with unordinary LOL

omg i read those too except the daily pass ones 😩 dear x and suhee0 are the only ones i’ve been trying to keep up with </3 everything is fine is one of my favoritesss i’m so sad it’s been on hiatus tho 😔 omg the hybe webtoons im ngl i think the only one that caught my attention was the lesserafim one :’)

hmm i’d say my favorites at the moment are seasons of blossom, villain with a crush, cursed princess club, phone addict, our secret alliance, odd girl out, exchange student, the fox club, act like you love me, my dud to stud boyfriend, and after school lessons for unripe apples 💗💗 my all time favorites would have to be romance 101, swimming lessons for a mermaid, and seasons of blossom 🌷🌷

oh my god i have post concert memory loss from tds2 i swear but they were so unreal 😭💖 like i couldn’t believe they were right in front of my eyes they were incredibleee i think my fav stage to watch was trigger the fever 🥹🥹 ngl i think they’re shorter irl . but my guy friends are also 6’3 and i’m pretty short so i have a skewed perception anyways LMAOAO but they’re so passionate when they perform and RENJUN was so energetic i was so soft watching him 🥰 but they are all so much more gorgeous irl like YES they are beautiful on camera but it’s such a different experience in the flesh

don’t apologize !!! also i hope you’re staying healthy as well and make sure you have a good day 🥰💖

#asks #anime anon

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mommymooze · 6 months ago

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Animal Crossing, New Horizons.

I am getting closer, yet farther away. I have updated the list, apparently I missed a few things. trying to "collect them all"

ACNH art PAINTING----- graceful red lady small mysterious real city in a rock warm real lady in white reclining STATUES----- valiant angel wings right leg open

recipes followed by source bamboo basket Snooty vil. bamboo lunch box snooty blue rose crown any villager cherry blossom trees wall balloons bottle cherry hat peppy vil chic mum crown any vill chic rose crown any villager classic library wall normal villager cool pansy crown any villager cute lily crown any dark lily wreath any villager cute rose crown any dark cosmos crown any dark rose wreath decoy duck smug fancy rose wreath festival lantern set peppy villager gear apparatus big sister vil glowing moss jar shelves bottle only golden meter and pipes big sister iron armor cranky villager Ironwood low table snooty vil Iron ladder set up kit any villager libra scale celeste bottle Mush log message bottle balloon Mush low stool balloon bottle mush table balloon bottle natural mum wreath any villager pretty tulip wreath any villager Project table snooty vill purple hyacinth wreath shell music box. peppy shell partition big sister skateboard wall rack jock small wooden partition snazzy pansy any villager stacked bottle crates jock tall lantern smug vil trees bounty big tree balloon and bottle wooden waste bin big sister wooden block bench big sister wooden plank sign cranky villager

That means 43 recipes to go.

If you have a spare, send me a message. I have been sharing thousands ( It feels like it anyway ) of extra recipes and things with others. Drop me a note. Thank you SO VERY MUCH to those that have helped me get closer.

Help me end the madness. What will I do once this is done? ANYTHING else. Yeah. Will visit my island once a year to sigh, oh the memories, I'm done. Later Villagers!

#acnh #acnh recipes

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soulzonko · 7 months ago

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hey so someone asked for an explanation for the symbolism in these sketches and at this point I decided to finish the series of drawings to yap more.

Bruno was the first one to be created spontaneously — like — I just felt that he could vibe with daisies pretty well. But as soon as I started doing the researches about symbolism of each flowers and saw the details about lots of positive traits such as gentleness, kindness, understanding, new beginnings, innocence and — unironically — motherhood, I’ve been like “Well yeah, I’m leaving him like this”.

I was drawing Narancia during a breakdown or something 😭 judging from those rude lines and stuff. Well, I don’t have much to describe it here. White lilies (I did orange overlay for the contrast but they are not orange mkay) are supposed to mean purity and sympathy as he totally did not deserve what happened to him (my boy just wanted some pizza geez).

With Leone I had WAY TOO MUCH trouble finding the one right flower so I went with two including the meaningful composition in this one. Those on the back are hyacinths to represent the guilt and regret from the past. And on the front I put sweet peas flowers to show his loyalty, gratitude and peace that he gained after joining the gang.

A general meaning for petunias which I gave to Fugo is anger and resentment. Yeah you might think that it’s not the only thing he represents as a character so giving the flowers a purple/violet colour to dilute the symbolism with intelligence and dignity. Also, he is being turned away ‘cause… y’know 😋 not out of friendly matters (and that’s okay I love him anyway tho)

For Trish I just did my personal associations. Pink roses for my view are something to show femininity, tenderness and beauty. At the same time all of these features just make her a mentally strong character.

Sunflowers are just the only right answer for Mista, alright?? Loyalty, good fortune, optimism (but as long as he sees something unfortunate, he looses his positivity just like sunflowers loose the sun to look at). Everything you’ll find about sunflowers is Mista’s personality, a perfect match.

As for Giorno I just decided to stick with Araki’s official artwork where he is drawn with cherry blossoms. Ngl it kinda matches his aesthetic as these type of flowers mean beauty and violence. Some of the resources say about meaning life and death thing. And it suits him too as he was born from alive — by that moment — Dio but took some genes and qualities from dead Jonathan hope yall know what I mean but anywayyys.

Genuine thanks for that question, I hope that my explanations were not that bad due to english is not my first language lmao

I forgot how to post stuff in the Internet, anyways…

#fanart #sketch #jjba #golden wind #artists on tumblr

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papuhater · 3 years ago

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 pt.v

𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦

pt. i pt.ii pt.iii pt.iv pt.vi pt.vii

a/n: this is for my bsf karl and u all, he's so fucking supportive i love him. make sure to read the warnings, from now on riddler becomes a real yandere. THX FOR 100 FOLLOWERS ILYYY, chubby eddie is brainfood.

pairing: riddler x gn!reader; bruce wayne x gn!reader

warnings: yandere, manipulative riddler, obsession, inspired on the song; new magic wand by tyler, the creator, not healthy relationships on edward’s part, not so healthy relationship on bruce’s side. not really a love triangle but does it count?? reader was/is(if you are) christian because of the orphanage. kidnapping

summary: riddler is a murder AGAIN, bruce is targeted by the riddler ye, wrote this listening to El Rincon De Giorgio, my fav true crime tuber. if i miss any warning tell me pleaseeee <333, we explore a bit of reader's trauma

you were never fond of the darkness, it reminded you of times you would rather forget.

being in the darkness was being alone, you hated being alone, you always had someone to be with you. as a child you don't remember a lot about your parents

but that was a lie you told yourself.

the memories you buried behind walls never haunted you, therefore, there wasn't a reason to relieve the past. you tried to live on the present, but in your heart;

the soil was filled with purple hyacinths, cyclamens, lillies, pink carnations and white chrysanthemums.

in the orphanage, the church was the most beautiful place in that manor. flowers were always decorating the altar, most of the money went towards that.

flowers were special to you, they were always special to you, they were pretty and had their own language. that's why when you could, a store offered you happiness.

"y/n.."

a silent whisper pulled you from the paused television, the horror evident in your eyes. the image of the chief with rats, plastered onto the screen, he had been found dead. your eyes had been boring into the news scene, bruce had left for more than an hour, it was midnight, now.

and you had stayed there

sitting, thinking

"are...you feeling well?"

yes, but you were unsure.

"yes, just felt worried."

"you have been staring at that image since i left and this deranged murder is targetting me." his steps were heard closer "you aren't just worried."

"well, what can i say bruce?! this murder could kill you! o-or-"

"y/n" his hands bonded your shoulders "none of this will happen." his arms laced around your form. silent tears slipped from your eyes, wetting his shirt.

"i won't let anything happen to you" he whispered "i won't let any fucking thing affect you."

you never liked rats.

┊┊┊┊☆┊🌙┊☆┊┊┊┊

he did it.

aftr weeks of planning he was going to kill bruce wayne.

he left a note to the batman the night before, the moon grazed the dirty skies again, and he had a plan, but now it was time to act on you. he had to tell you anyway but; how would he? he now is checking his phone

eddie: hey y/n

y/n: eddie

eddie: where are you?

eddie: you aren't in the store

y/n: yeah

y/n: im sorry

y/n: havent u seen the news?

eddie: abt the killer and bruce?

eddie: we can spend a day together to calm you down

y/n: idk eddie

y/n: i want to be with bruce rn

the grip on his phone tightened

eddie: y/nnn

eddie: u promised to talk to me after he punched me square in the face

eddie: :(

the icon of you typing an answer, it was flashing on and off

y/n: im sorry

y/n: but i want to be with bruce rn

eddie: y/n

eddie: please i want to see how are you, ik u arent ok

the flashing typing symbol flashed again

y/n: ok,,,

y/n: ill see u later

a smile crawled into his face, he was right, you just needed a push. he doesn't really think of how he was right now walking towards the store and he saw you walking from the corner, he felt his heart skip a beat, you looked more panicked, your steps were rushed, as if you were to enter the wolf's mouth.

you had already entered years ago, you pure little empty headed human.

as he came closer to you, his gentleness intensified, and his practiced smile was on again. your view was panicked and staring at the floor; how sad that you were worrying for a dead man walking.

"hey y/n!"

your eyes darted towards him, a beautiful scale of e/c blessing him, the panicked air seemed to calm down.

"eddie, how are you?"

"great and how are you feeling?"

"well.." you sucked in a sharp breath, he took notice, edward placed his hand on your shoulder, he felt the jolt that was bitten back.

"how about we go discuss this on your old flat?"

"you still live there?"

"of course, let's go?"

his arm snaked around your shoulders and guided you to the flat, he knew you couldn't do anything to acuse him of anything wrong;

'sweet eddie wouldn't manipulate me! he's just a cinamon roll.'

that's what was possibly running in your mind, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and today, if he was lucky;

he'd rip the bloody skin of sheep off.

"uh, i'm sorry if it's messy, stress, you know?"

he makes sure to lock the door behind him when he's about to speak, you did first.

"edward i'm scared"

"of what?"

"i love bruce" he could hear lies "and he could die, a-a-and me too-o-o." when your voice began to falter, he knew tears were pooling to the brim into their eyes.

"oh y/n..." his other arm joined his other in your form, he cradled your body as many times as he has done before, you sobbing into his hands. he just couldn't bring himself to pity you

you had always been so perfect

so pure

he just-

he couldn't explain it, after all, an addiction could never be explained by the addict.

"i'm just scared, eddie."

you didn't have too.

you just stayed for minutes after your sobs died down like fire, his brain finally let his heart have the reins in this moment.

"what if you didn't have to be scared" he shook your body "y/n."

"what do you mean?" you sniffled

"you shouldn't be scared, of this murderer, i mean." your head tried to lift off his chest, but his hands kept you in place, this time you didn't try to bite back the jolt.

"edward you're scaring me."

"you shouldn't."

"wha-"

"i'm the riddler."

their body went stiff as a board, seconds of silence passed

"please say it's a joke."

"it's not."

you started trembling, your hands grabbed his hands and pulled on them, your body started thrashing in his arms, his grip tightened, he doesn't remember when you started to scream, why were you acting so weird? you were supposed to switch onto his side! he started mindlessly sparring with you, he was heavier than you, he was gonna win.

but one strong kick into his thigh made his mind short circuit, you took your chance and ran towards the door, your hand gripped the lock and tried to open it, the sound of metal sofltly scrapping wood, when you turned your head

lights out.

a/n: reminder to go check my writing special, "you!"

#the batman movie #the batman 2022 x reader #the batman 2022 #the batman #the batman x reader #batman x reader #the riddler x reader #paul dano riddler #riddler x reader #paul dano x reader #dcu #dcu x reader #x reader #batman 2022 #battinson #paul dano x you #danonation

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arty-chase · 4 years ago

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Graveyard Siblings (5)

[Masterlink] (PART 1) (PART 4)

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Mari and Cass sometimes switch their suits as they have the same body type. Cass would sometimes go out in full Hellbat gear and give the appearance that Hellbat is out more often than she actually is.

So Orphan/Black Bat also sometimes uses guns.

This also helps with concealing secret identities. Maria was rescued by Hellbat from Joker’s Henchmen. (Vicki Vale was getting sus of the new Wayne and Hellbat.)

Unfortunately since Hellbat rarely comes out and she had already made all of her appearance for the month and it wasn’t a busy weekend, the public had come to the conclusion that Hellbat has a crush on the newest Wayne.

Basically everyone thought that Mari has a crush on herself. Which led to some teasing and escalated to Mari announcing that Jason had a crush on Red Hood on live TV.

It didn’t help that a video of Red Hood and Jason re-enacting Romeo and Juliet with Jason on his apartment balcony and Red Hood on the roof was posted on the internet a few days later. (Thank you, Trixx and Tim’s awesome video editing skills)

Sadly, it was taken down 24 hours later. (Tim and the others have multiple copies of it, on the cloud or hardware, hidden around in the manor and their respective safehouses in the US.)

Some people kidnapped Jason to hopefully gain leverage over the Red Hood and to their dismay and nightmares for years to come, Hellbat came instead.

One lucky and incredibly brave reporter asked why she was there instead of her brother.

Mari being a little shit, “Red Hood may be a tough and scary guy but when it comes to his feelings, my brother is a chicken.”

Pictures of Jason tackling Hellbat somehow never made it into any papers.

The criminal underworld hasn’t taken a hint and Jason has been kidnapped a few more times.

Other times Jason was kidnapped:

Robin: Red Hood made a fool of himself in front of Todd recently and he doesn’t dare to show his face.

Spoiler: He was taking too damn long checking his hair even though I told him that no one was going to see it under his helmet and he was so offended that he is currently sulking in the bathroom.

Red Robin: Red Hood can’t think straight when he is around Jason. I mean have you seen the dude.

Arsenal*during a rare visit to Gotham*: Red Hood owes me one now.

Dick finally ends it by going out as Red Hood and rescuing Jason. Gotham is happy that Redson (Red Hood x Jason) ship has finally sailed.

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Kate, Babs, Cass, Steph and Mari were out on Mari’s first girls’ night since her move to the manor.

This is set a little after she came back from Paris with Jason.

They watched rom-com movies, did hair and nails, gossip about the superhero community and bitch and vent to each other.

Marinette off-handedly mentioned the crazy shits she had done during her stint as Ladybug. It started with asking about the T-rex in the Batcave and she mentions jumping into the mouth of a live one before.

Everyone in the room was shocked and after a few more questions, it was obvious that she was very reckless and self-sacrificing. Yep, she was going to fit into this crazy family just fine.

And Holy Shit. There is so much trauma packed into this kid. She needs lots of therapy.

Babs finally decided that they all needed to get out and have some fun. All in their respective suits and they went out.

Joined by Harley, Ivy and Selina.

Plagg came along because I want Plagg to meet Selina.

It was a chaotic night and it was a miracle that Bruce didn’t find out about what the girls did.

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Batman and Red Hood were on patrol together when Selina jumped in front of them.

“Hello, Boys”

“What do you want, Catwoman?”

“I want to meet my new prodigy, Kitty Noire.”

Cue Marinette jumping down from her hiding spot, transformed with the Black Cat Miraculous. “Hiya.”

Red Hood carries her like a potato sack and points his gun at the other two.

“Nope, she’s my sister and I called dibs. I adopted her. She’s off limits.”

“Legally, she’s mine.” Batman coughed out.

“I did it first. Emotionally. She’s my emotional support sister. You have plenty kids already, B and Selina, get your own.”

“Hey, I am still here and can hear you.”- Maria

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Alya was worried for Lila. She had been acting weirdly for the past month.

She looked very out of sorts. Her clothes weren’t in order and her hair was in disarray. She had bags under her eyes and her eyes looked wild. Lila didn’t look like herself at all.

She jumped at any sound and flinched at really sudden movements.

Alya tried to find out what was wrong with Lila and received vague answers.

One time Lila said that Marinette is to blame.

Alya reaches the somewhat right conclusion that Marinette was haunting Lila and hurting her because Lila used to come to school with bruises and claims that Marinette did it.

Alya goes to Marinette’s grave to desecrate it. (Yeah, go anger the ghost that is haunting someone.)

Unfortunately, the moment she tries to do something, the sky turns dark, clouds appear and the wind begins whipping. A Lightning strike near her and there was a cloaked figure beside her with a scythe.

All Alya saw from the figure was the blood-red lips in a very sharp grin and glowing blue eyes, raising the scythe high before she ran away. The scythe swiped the air where her head once was.

Alya didn’t get far before she tripped and blacked out.

When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital with no idea how she got there.

She was told that somebody found her with a concussion in the park and took her to the hospital.

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The next one on Mari’s hit list was Natalie.

She wasn’t as involved in the whole thing like Lila, Adrien or Gabriel but she still did it anyways.

Her punishment is a little mild compared to the others and was more of a warning to Gabriel.

Natalie woke up in the middle of the night to see a not-so-dead Ladybug sitting on her vanity chair with the moonlight from the windows illuminating her body and her neck. Her suit was torn exactly like the day of that battle with blood dripping down her arms and from her open wounds. The shadows kept her face hidden but glowing blue eyes stared at her.

Natalie was scared at first. But she regained her normal cool composure.

“I assume you are here to extract your revenge for aiding in your unfortunate demise. But before you kill me, I regret my part in my entire thing and I apologize for everything I have done against you even though I knew it was wrong.”

“At least you show remorse over what you have done. Visiting my grave when even my parents didn’t and leaving flowers. I love those purple hyacinths by the way. Did you know that they mean sorry in the language of the flowers?”

“Why are you stalling my death? Just kill me already.”

“Madam Sancouer. You just played a minor role in my downfall compared to what Adrien and Lila Rossi did to me. And you showed more guilt over your actions than they ever did and Adrien claimed to have loved me. And like I have told the Bats, Death is too swift of a punishment.”

“Who are the bats?”

“None of your concern. You should be more concerned about yourself.”

“Lila sees the ghosts of her past and they haunt her. Adrien is in a living nightmare and has no control over his actions and is despised by everyone. What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, since you show some guilt over your actions, let me tell you a little secret. I am not dead. Not really. I mean I did die. But there was a spell in the grimoire that revived me. It took a few days to work.”

Marinette changed to her normal form. It was a little jarring to see an older Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting on her vanity chair like it was a throne. The Ladybug suit and the wounds were gone. She looked a little familiar.

“Why are you telling me this? What was the point?” Natalie faltered as she wondered why the girl looked familiar. Marinette moved closer and her face was fully illuminated by the moonlight.

“I intend to take everything by which I mean everything from Gabriel Agreste for what he did.”

“M. Agreste just wanted his wife back. You just gave him your Miraculous, you would still have everything.”

“What difference would it make? Sure I had friends and family before but they turned out to be disappointing. I might have become a famous designer like I dreamed of and can't achieve because I died. Besides, he never said about wanting his wife to come back in his tedious monologues. For all we knew back then, he wanted them for world domination. He showed that he would end the world for them. For kwamis’ sake, he nearly started World War III, just for a pair of earring and a ring. He was willing to kill me to have her back. No wait, he did that too. If he actually read the translated grimoire or asked the Guardian or at least someone with magic for help instead or maybe used his head and made some who can heal as his champion using the Butterfly, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. Face it, Mme Sancour, your boss is a power-hungry and very controlling maniac who is also thankfully an idiot.”

“But- he- he just-. You are just a child, what do you know? M. Agreste knew what he was doing.”

“A child who had a normal life up until he tried to ruin it with his idiotic schemes and hiring Lila to do it. A child who had to fight a war on her own.”

“I am sorry you had to go through that but I doubt you and your little revenge rampage is going to solve anything.”

Ghostly Chains wrapped around Natalie’s body, squeezing tight like it was squeezing the life out of her.

“I was all for sparing you, you know. If you had actually listened to my side of the story, you would have spared from my ‘little revenge rampage’. This is going to be a little painful. Sorry about that.” In a tone that was definitely not sorry.

Pain coursed through Natalie’s body. Her skin crawled and itched as pitch back feathers grew out of it. Her bones turned to dust and reformed.

Where Natalie Sancour once was, there was a raven.

An omen of death and destruction for one Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette leaned down towards the raven. Natalie tried to peck her eye out but Marinette held the beak in a firm grip.

“Ah. ah ah. Luckily for you this is temporary. Mostly. Every night, you will assume this shape and each night the longer you will stay in this form. Slowly counting down the days until Gabriel’s downfall. Since you love helping him so much, you are going to help him know how long he has to live. The night you are a raven from sunset to sunrise, that sunrise starts the day Gabriel Agreste will be utterly destroyed.”

She released the beak and headed towards the window.

"Send him my regards."

With that, she was gone.

(Part 6)

#platonic jasonette #graveyard siblings #maribat #ml x dc #marinette meets the sirens

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 4 years ago

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Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time.

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember.

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.”

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.”

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].”

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found.

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.”

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.”

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.”

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story.

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.”

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."

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rising-superstars · 1 year ago

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Getting out of the car with little time wasted, Zeren waited for Karma to come out before quickly clinging onto her arm, almost like she was her bodyguard despite the fact the she's the guest visiting the office.

Leading the pair inside the building and getting into the elevator, waiting for them before hitting the button for the 3rd floor, Amy hummed a quiet song to herself, glancing at her phone every so often before the door opened up revealing the office where the gang did their operations, with the bar and cafe operating adjacent to them on both sides. Opening the door to the office, they were met with two purple girls, one of them being asleep and laying on a throw pillow, sitting at a receptionist's desk that had a door behind them to the left. "Hey Jackie. Sara taking her nap for the day?"

"Yeah, she just fell asleep, like 5 minutes ago, so I'll let her know you guys came in. Anyway, hi, I'm Jackie. I'm just the treasurer while sleeping beauty here is the secretary. She's told me some stuff about you, Zeren, but I'm guessing this is the first time most of us are meeting Karma."

Zeren nodded with a smile at Jackie, grabbing Karma's hand attached to the arm she clung onto and lacing their fingers together. It seemed that since Zeren's initiation, there's been some other recruits, whether it's another purple front desk girl or a tall, mysterious driver.

"Anyway, you can go in. Diamond's doing her own thing somewhere else, Boss & Jo are on their way back, and Hyacinth is in there training." Jackie pointed to the door to the left of their desk. If one listened closely, there were sounds of impacts and thuds to the ground.

"Well, I guess this is where I take my leave then. I have my own errands to run, anyway. See you two some other time." With a wave, Amy left the office, specifically turning right out the door which was the same direction as the internet cafe.

Post-Initiation

Zeren looked at the nub of what used to be her left little finger for what felt like hours. It throbbed in response, still recovering. It was less than 24 hours ago that she felt a whole entire extra joint there mere moments before her initiation into the newly formed Akumatetsu Yakuza family. The phantom pain is setting in much sooner than she anticipated. Her trance was broken by the sun shining on her new lapel pin and hitting her in the eye, with kanji the reading "Iron Demon."

That's right, she went to a cafe to get a drink and try to get her mind off of the pain. She sat by herself, alone as the lapel pin caught the attention of various individuals who knew from the kind of pin it was to stay away. She didn't think the trick of showing what was left of her little finger would get her preferential treatment, but she was given her pick of the lot in regards to the menu. She looked at her sandwich and bag of chips with a large coffee blankly, not knowing what to do next. Her boss gave her the rest of the week off, anyways, so she was allowed to do what she wants. But what could that even mean?

@bxd-kxrma

#ic: zeren #ic: amy #ic: jackie #au: akumatetsu

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bonbonthedragon · 4 years ago

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Meeting You Changed Me (14)

Dad!bakugou x fem!reader

A series

Summary: When Bakugou leaves an ugly divorce, leaving him as a single dad he never can imagine himself finding love again, not when he was never actually in love. People manipulate and lie and he can’t trust anyone but those close to him and now protect what he has left. But maybe...just maybe he can give her a chance.

Warnings: mentioned of drugs, sexual abuse, fluff, cursing, trade, just a lot of heads up bc I warned y’all this would get nasty

Note: haha here’s this early I didn’t even read it over, I’ll do it in the morning- after the fucking week I have had I’m going to go take a long ass nape bc I’m tired so now bye love y’all

Series Masterlist

“Nooooo”

“Come on, kid-“

“I wan’ Miss (L/n)! Why can’t she watch me?”

“Because I’m sure she’s busy right now. Now should we get the purple ones or pink? Or both?”

Tatsumi only pouted “I wanna come wif’”

Bakugou sighed, shaking his head “no, I can’t have you come to work with me today. Shitty hair won’t be there, he’s on patrol and I have a important private meeting. I’ll make it up to you, but I’m in a real hurry and need to decide if I should get purple or pink for her.”

“Those are Purple hyacinth, they symbolize forgiveness. And The Freesias are trust and friendship. Looks like you have a wound to stitch up with a close friend?” A man said, watering the pot beside bakugou

Bakugou looked down, seeing what he presumed was the owner of the shop. He hummed, annoyed and defeated “yeah.”

“Maybe both?” He suggested “I’m sure anyone would agree the colors do well together anyway.” He looked up at tatsumi, who was tucked into bakugou arms. The old man smiled, bringing his hand up to the little one as a sunflower began to grow from his palm. Tatsumis eyes widened and he smiled, taking it and picking it off the mans hand.

“Tank’ you!”

He nodded, going back to bakugou “are you ready to check out? If you’d like, I can also arrange them for you in a nice vase? Or wrapped at the stems?”

The blond grunted, taking both bouquets and heading toward the counter, where the owner followed. He watched as the man took the flowers and mixed them together. Behind him he took some scissors and cut the stems, asking tatsumi for a ribbon choice and took which ever the boy picked. He wrapped them up to hold into a colorful bundle and then slid bakugou a small card and pen. Bakugou looked down at it and furrowed his brows. He bent down so tatsumi could reach the counter and take the pen to write on the small paper.

“Go at it kid”

Tatsumi made a happy noise and began to scribble all over it, drawing some attempted stars and doodles bakugou couldn’t make out. He then wrote his name so big it nearly took up all the room. He handed his father the pen and the hero wrote his name down, then a small note on it.

-bakugou

He hesitated to write more, but those two words were enough for now. So he folded it and took the colorful bundle, gently tucking the card inside. He payed and thanked the old man, walking out and across the street, where his next destination just so happen to be close. Tatsuim played with the sun flower, not having realized he was at the daycare door and being set down until his feet hit the ground. He froze and then looked up, seeing where he was and his teacher next bakugou. His shoulders slumped and he looked to his father. Bakugou smiled his best and went to kiss the little ones cheek, to which tatsumi kissed his nose back. Well at least that meant the kid wasn’t completely done with him, he was still willing to give him face kisses.

“I’ll see you later squirt”

Tatsumi waved at him and went to cling to the teacher, where she laughed and waved to bakugou as well. He waved too, about to turn around before he stopped, watching tatsumi head into his classroom. He went up to the counter and pulled out his phone, pulling up

(Y/n)s contact.

“How may I help you?” The front woman asked

“Need to make a new emergency contact”

—

Bakugou walked along the sidewalk, tugging at his coat while a gust of wind went by. Fucking winter. He looked down at the flowers then at the cafe up ahead. His heart began to race and he took some deep breaths as he neared the shop. When he came up, he noticed the sign saying closed, normally it was open, even this early in the morning. He looked around then held a hand to the glass as he peeked inside. The lights were off and the drawing on the chalk board hadn’t changed. Chairs were upside down on tables but pastries were still out in the glass when they normally should ah e been put up. Worry filled him, normally she was so president about her shop.

Fuck this was his doing.

Before he could even go up the steps, a man spoke behind him, a voice he had heard before. When he turned, he saw the same old man he’s seen in the cafe a few times, wearing a suit and brown Fedora. The man sighed.

“I don’t know why she’s closed, I thought maybe it was your doing but seeing as your here it looks like she’s just gone.” He tipped his hat at bakugou “oh I’m Akimasa by the way. I’ve been coming here since the shop opened.”

Bakugou nodded back “bakugou Katsuki…uh- do you know why she’s closed…by any chance?”

The man shook his head “I don’t. Though it’s nice to finally meet you. It’s nice to finally see that girl give a real smile, and she’s been giving that since you arrived with your son.” He smiled, tipping his hat again “well I better be off, nice to meet our No.2 hero and know my favorite barista is in good hands” and he was gone.

Bakugou watched him turn the corner and looked back down at the flowers. ‘It’s nice to finally see that girl give a real smile, and she’s been giving that since you arrived with your son.’ The words echoed in his head, making his own smile threaten to take over his lips. Though, he then remembered what Naomasa said last night, and he frowned. His shifted back up to the stairs on the side of the cafe and to the front door. As he went up, something in the atmosphere felt off. He brushed the uneasy ness off as anxiety and continued up. He knocked.

The knob jiggled and (y/n) appeared in the doorway. His shoulders tensed when she did, but taking in her appearance, they slumped. She was back in the same state as yesterday, hair all over and looking exhausted. She was in sweats and a shirt, posture looking drained. Even with this, she seemed to perk at his visit, but not so much as in content, but fear. He was going to blame it on himself, telling himself he shouldn’t have come but when his eyes traveled to take her in, he stilled. When he did, (y/n) did too, gasping silently and going behind the door to put on a jacket quickly. She wrapped the torso around herself like a cardigan and then finally met his eyes, smile clearly forced. Her brows were furrowed in worry but her eyes filled with relief. He was getting mixed signals, but after what he witnessed his body only filled with rage. Under her jacket were bruises, her once exposed arms were littered in blue and purple.

His eyes came to meet hers again, he frowned “what happen-“

“I didn’t expect to see you-“ she immediately interrupted “I-“ her body shifted uncomfortably, going to lean against the door frame, head angled awkwardly “about last night…”

He held up a hand, stopping her “no I-“ his eyes flickered to her arms again, searching for other wounds, he traveled back up “uh…no that was on me. Last night I was being fucking foolish and I wanted to come apologize. I shouldn’t have done that and I clearly scared you. I’m sorry”

She stiffened, seeming uneasy about the apology, like she wasn’t used to it. After a few moments she turned her head, as if checking her surroundings. As she did, bakugous chest burned and he sucked in a sharp breath. The most ugly bruise was on her neck, it was green and blue and purple and- “it’s okay” she finally spoke, quickly turning her head back, tugging on the collar of her jacket “really it was my fault. Thank you for the apology but I shouldn’t have been so dramatic-yeah I- I over reacted so please don’t feel bad-“ something in the house thudded, and he saw her jump “o-o-oh Aki,” she chuckled, almost a forced laugh “she’s in a playful mood- I should go, don’t want her knocking down any furniture” just as she was about to back away, bakugou held up the flowers, making her pause. She stuttered.

“For you, really, it wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you into something like that or corner you. It was fucked up. Just- I hope this can do as a apology for my actions and…not scare you off from me…” he finally said, trying hard to ignore what he all witnessed “tatsumi really likes you and I- I uh- enjoy your company too…”

(Y/n) blinked at the gift and she eased up, eyes softening, almost as if she was about to cry. She took in a deep breath, forcing a smile and took them “thank you this- it means a lot. I…like being with you two too. Thank you.” Something in her apartment fell, sounding like a tin or something and it made her gasp, jumping back and eyes back into a panic. She whipped back around and chuckled dryly, closing the door “thank you for stopping by but I should really get going. You should too, bye bakugou-san” and she closed the door.

He stood there for a few seconds, staring at the red door. He looked in the side window, but there was nothing. Grunting, he went down the steps, fist tight at his sides as small pops emitted inside his balled up palms. His mind screamed at him to turn around and open that damn door because no way was she alone in that house. But another voice told him to stand down, that if he didn’t she would be in more trouble and something bad might happen. He didn’t know what, but those answers had to be solved when he saw Naomasa.

He huffed when he thought about the wait of the train to his agency. Getting there soon wouldn’t make the appointment sooner but it would calm his nerves knowing he would be there before the detective arrived. Looking around, he found a public bathroom and tugged at his duffel bag.

He walked out, putting on his mask and stuffing his coat into his bag and adjusting his collar. Gasp sounded from behind him and he scoffed. He wasn’t about to deal with fans right now, he clutched his bag and began to run, jumping into the air and setting off his quirk. It was more difficult it the frigid air but it felt nice, cold enough for his head think about it and not (y/n) or what could be happening there. He growled just thinking about it, trying hard not to turn back. If what he saw on her background and records the other night was worse than he thought, or had more behind it then he wasn’t going to risk her safety right now. He flew through the air, jumping off building after building and jumping as far as he could as his blast boost him across the city.

—

“DynaMight”

Bakugou jerked his head from his computer, looking at the small inter calm on his desk and clicked his buzzer to answer “yea?”

“Mr. Naomasa is here”

“Send him up” he replied, taking his hand off the buzzer and standing up, taking off his mask. Naomasa was updated on everything bakugou knew about (y/n), why he knew her and his intended relations, so this shouldn’t be too long of a meeting. He went over to the door, chest heaving and right as he got to it, the detective was there. Bakugou allowed him in and immediately shut the door behind him, making the other man turn and quirk a brow.

Bakugous jaw clenched at his next words, “she was covered in fucking bruises this morning.” He lifted his hands to his neck, demonstrating a choking method “she had bruises the shape of fucking hand prints around her goddamn neck. Why the hell is that? You said you did a background check on her, so if something in those goddamn files doesn’t tell me even a hint of who did that to her I’m going to murder someone” he seethed. His chest was blazing, eyes squinted at the brunette, who had his brows raised and nodded. Bakugou grunted, gesturing to the seat across his desks as he went to his own.

He sat down, glaring at the man across from him who laid out file after file onto his large desk. He opened a few and scanned them before handing one to bakugou, he opened it. In it was a picture of a very young (y/n), smiling at the camera. He almost smiled too, loving seeing her so happy.

“Alright,” Naomasa began, “you wanted to know everything so let’s start here, make sense of her quirk-“

“Yeah I know all about that. What’s it gotta go with this?”

“Because it just does, pay attention. At age 15 she already had full ride scholarships to the American school, Harvard University, and Japanese school, Kyoto University.” Bakugou raised his eyebrows at that. Those were two very prestigious schools, and difficult to get into. “That right there is a indicator of her quirk. Clearly it’s put to use in her academic career.” He set a small print out of information on her quirk, memory, of how it worked and what it could do. As bakugou looked it down, the man talked. It said all she had, nothing too new. He then watched as a new picture appeared on the file when Naomasa turned the page. It was of a baby boy, who had brown hair and bright blue eyes. “This, this is her late son, Ren (L/n), who was born deaf. Just after she turned 16, he was born, she lost her scholarship due to this and the school rejected her, resulting in her moving high schools. Here’s where everything ties in.” He pulled out another file, opening it to turn to...a carbon copy of Ren? But older? His eyes shifted to the name and he growled. “His name is Asher Rays, he’s actually someone we have been looking into for years now. He’s a Mafia boss and runs multiple different pallets. He’s in the skin trade-“

“The hell does that mean?” The blond asked

The brunette tilted his head to the side, tapping on a separate, much fuller file “sells people. Prostitutes, woman and men who get sold for sex all over the country. This man runs his own, amongst many, sex slaves. As well as a drug lord, and just plain old dirty money. He’s someone you don’t mess with and we keep our hands off him for a reason, for now at least. There’s too many Important people who know him and work with him that if we make a move, too many lives are at risk. This man, this villain, is this kids father. It’s his only kid too”

Bakugou wanted to be surprised, really, but after he said that name is mind flashed to the card sent to (y/n)s house by an ‘Asher’. He nodded for him to keep going.

“We believe (L/n) (Y/n) was victim to his abuse, but we believe he assaulted her for a reason. He would have only been 19 at the time he got her pregnant but his antics date back to him only being 18.” He turned a page of Ashers file “ashers quirk, prints. He can trace anybody’s foot prints from the last 168 hours, so a week. Which probably is one of the reasons why he’s so good at what he does.” He closed the file, bringing another up from the stack he brought, this one being Ren. “Combining (L/n)s quirk and Rays, Rens quirk is Track. Ren can trace anybody from the last 168 hours down to how many breaths they took from the last time he saw them. If he was provided evidence, all he had to do was touch some part of their DNA on it and he could activate this.” He shoved the few files up to bakugou, continuing to talk as he looked them over “now, there was never a report of rape or a rape kit after she became pregnant, she only filed as the father wasn’t involved and she and her family would be the primary care takers of the child. Just three years after Ren was born, he had a doctors visit confirming his quirk was showing. At four, it was put in records what he could do.” He pointed at a report “3 hours and 17 minutes after that report went into the computer, the hospital had a problem with their system. After that, mail records were shown to have a Asher to a ‘Starbright’, or (L/n), began to arrive at her house. Checks of nearly 50,000 dollars 4 times a year were sent and put into (L/n)s checking. This continues.”

“What is he doing now?”

“Now, now we have had undercover hero’s take care of him, pulling in information. But I want to get back to Ren. Just a year ago he died in a cross fire with police and a robber-“

“Yeah...I know just- move on”

“The man robbing the home, his primary objective was to take Ren. This man,” he opened another folder, showing the large man bakugou had saw on the tapes. Naomasa put a fingers on the picture, just above the mans arm on the tattoo “has the tattoo that belongs to Rays group. If you have this, you belong to him, you are apart of his mafia in a way. This man worked for Ray, he was taking the kid to his boss. We think that since Ren is his only child, even compared to being involved in sex trade, he was born for a reason. He was planned. He was only born so they could have the perfect quirk at their hands. In this case, Ren had a strong quirk, it would help him track people down, anybody. Maybe even get dirt on pro heros and have them at his mercy. He could find and take anybody or kill anybody he wanted. He has hackers at his mercy, he probably has shit on everyone in Tokyo and you don’t even know if your in the books or not. And she’s the heart of it all. They are talking, the most recent transaction was yesterday at near midnight at a atm at the bank. He is here, in the city. Hawks still works undercover with the help of clocking technology, his recent reports say Asher Ray has mentioned Ren and (L/n) recently and then he began to be more active in (L/n)s life again, since the attack on her son. We sent an officer to her work but she refused to listen. We are worried he might take her, force himself on her again. There’s more but that’s all I can do to wrap it up, I’m on a tight schedule. But Bakugou, if you know her, don’t act. Your just going to put her in further danger, this man has eyes everywhere, be carful with what you do. Though, it’s good to have someone looking out for her, we want to keep as many people safe as possible. But if she’s closely involved with one of our most wanted criminals, it could help us tremendously to catch him sooner.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, looking up at the man with fiery eyes, scowling “ya want to use her as bait?” He seethed

“N-no just-“ he sighed “I’m saying this is a big lead. “

He fought the urge to flip the goddamn table. “What about the fucking marks, Hah? The bruises?” he pounded his fist on the wood “she was fucking choked! how the hell are you helping your citizens if she’s clearly in danger and suffering? Hah? What the hell?” He stood abruptly “and you want me to do what? Nothing? Fuck that shit, I’m going to go over there now and deal with that bastard if he’s the one there.” Just before he stepped back, Naomasa reached across the table, grabbing his arm. Bakugou growled, but stopped when he saw the fear in the mans eyes, ones he hasnt seen in him since AllMight fallen from All For One

“Please. Don’t get involved. You’ll only makes things worse. I risked enough talking with you today. If you do, she’ll be killed. This isn’t some wannabe villain. This man kills people like flies. He doesn’t care if your sick, young or old, he will send you to a brutal death. I know it sounds strange but I can’t also put my own friends and colleagues and our No.2 in danger. This man might be out for one girl, but it’s his girl. You don’t touch his girl. And bakugou, you have been with her a lot from what you have told me, I suggest you step back. Think of Tatsumi. Please listen when I say Ray doesn’t show mercy. He has a goal and I don’t think he plans to let even a top hero get in the way. Especially if you have shown interest.”

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officialflowercarmel-sundell · 3 years ago

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((Hello, Orange Lily. I'm sure you think that "You" were saved, but I don't think that Flower would say that. And yeah, I know you're in her body and was created when she lost all her memories and are aware of her, but you're missing a fundamental piece of her person.))

((Herself.))

((A person is not defined by their physical self. Otherwise, well, a lot or racist, sexist, and queerphobic people would be right about a lot of things, and, obviously, they aren't. No, a person is defined by their own mind. You, Orange Lily, White Lily, and the others have none of the memories of the original Flower, nor any of the original personality. You, Arent, Her.))

((But that doesn't mean you aren't a person. Multiple, actually. I know someone, you could say a friend. I've been told you met him already. He's really smart, the type of person who could build a literal Plot Device. He could separate the lot of you, give each one a synthetic body made of organic matter. Whoever likes whoever can stay together and whoever doesn't can not. All I ask for in return is you allow us to use Flower's original body. I know you two aren't exactly close, and you have no reason to trust me, but what do you have to lose?))

((The building you were protecting doesn't exist anymore, anyway.))

Orange was completely silent. Angry tears now running down her cheeks. "You want to see her so badly...... Fine then.... If you think that she'll confirm your theory that we are her.... I-" White Lily took control.

"Seriously, I was trying to give you people the benefit of the doubt then you call us liers! What do we have left to lose..... Honestly.....?" White Lily began. As her eyes turn to purple with hyacinth flowers as the pupil. This person was sobbing.

"I- We... We have nothing!!! Maybe we should all just be dead!!!!" This new person says. They were sobbing as they gripped their head. "I mean what do we have left for us?!?" As Orange Lily took back control. And wiped the tears.

"Purple hyacinth.... It's alright. They are just spitting lies. Look what you did. Now you got a sad one to show. Ugh! But you want to see Flower right? Heh then guess I go get her." As Orange Lily let's go. Flower's body collapses to the ground. As when she opens her eyes it's Flower's normal eyes. As Flower looks around.

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maira-writes-shit · 4 years ago

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You look cute

Tanizaki Junichirou x Tachihara Michizou

Tattoo parlor x Flower shop AU, meeting, fluff

Junichirou was a very simple person.

He loved his sister, his friends and his job.

He was a florist for one of the best flower shops in town.

Junichirou was currently working on a arrangement for one of their frequent customers. It was a old man that came by every week or so to get a small arrangement for his wife. They had been together for over 50 years now.

The redhead smiled down at the arrangement he just finished.

Their relationship is so sweet...I wish I could have that...

“Tanizaki! You’re back here, right?“

The man in question turned around to see his best friend Atsushi waving at him from the front of the shop.

The redhead nodded and walked out of the back room to the front the shop.

It wasn’t the biggest size wise and it was stacked with plants but it felt as much as home as the little apartment he and Naomi lived in.

„Aku is taking me out on a date. Could you cover my shift for today? Only if you're finished of course!“

„Sure thing, Atsushi! Don’t worry you’ll be fine!“

“Thanks you’re the best!“ the white haired boy then vanished into the back with a big smile on his face.

The older of the two looked at the closing door with a soft smile.

He had sadly been on the receiving end of most of his coworkers rants about this guy he constantly butted heads with but still somehow thought was kind of cute. It actually hadn't been that long ago when Atsushi had finally mastered the courage to ask Akutagawa out.

Junichirou was happy for him (also maybe because he wouldn't get random 3am calls of Atsushi screaming about said boy anymore...hopefully).

Since it was the late afternoon the shift didn't have many customers.

There was the old man coming to get his arrangement, a young man buying the classic (roses), a bride that came to check up on a few things and a mother and her little daughter who bought a couple of single flowers.

Junichirou helped them all and then sat back just scrolling on his phone.

He was just looking at the clock and realizing he should slowly start to close the shop, when the little bell above the stores door jingled.

The florist looked up to see a man standing slightly awkward in the door.

...a very handsome man.

He was around Junichirou's hight, with red hair some shades darker than Junichirou. The man wore a cropped green jaket and a white V-neck shirt as well as...a band aid on his nose?

Wierd fashion choice...b ut it doese look good on him.

He'd look good in everything.

Jun we don't even know his name!

I'm just saying!

Junichirou shook his head to get rid of his thoughts as he put on a smile again.

"May I help you?"

The man jumped a little but then went up to the desk at which the other redhead was sitting.

"Uh yeah. I think you can." Junicirou chuckled. "And how?"

The man rolled his eyes but his cheeks were tinted a light pink.

"I just need an arrangement for the front window of the place I work at." "Oh so you can say stuff that makes sense!"

Junichirou was usually not like this, especially to customers. He didn't know what it was about this guy that made it so easy for him to tease and joke but if he was honest...he liked it.

The redhead in front of him snorted and raised an eyebrow.

"So now that we've established that-" Junichirou stood up and grabbed his notebook and pen. "-what's the style you're going for?"

"Well it's a tattoo shop-" "The one down the street?" "-Uh yeah. Do you know it?"

The florist tapped his pen on the notebook.

"Yeah my coworkers boyfriend works there..." ,he mumbled as he walked over to some of the flowers in he coner that might be of intrest for the man.

"Oh-um well then if you've been there before you should know what type of aesthetic, I guess, we are going for, right?"

Junichirou hummed.

"'kay so I have some ideas. The thing is just you came very shortly before closing and frankly I have a sister at home that will beat the shit out of me if I'm not back on time so-"

The redhead went into the back to get his bag.

"_don't worry I'll have the arrangement finished tomorrow at noon. I'll just need you to write down your name and if you want it to be brought to the shop of course where the shop is. Please make it fast I can't be late."

The taller man in front of him looked slightly speachless but then seemed to regain his mind because he started writing the information down on the pice of paper JUnichirou had given him.

Tachihara Michizou, huh?

I'll remeber that...

Tachihara seemed to linger for a few seconds too long until he then turned around and walked to the shops door.

"Oh yeah by the way."

JUnichirou looked back up.

"You look cute." ,he winked. "Well see ya sometime, Red!"

JUnichirou just looked at the door closing with his mouth open.

"Wha-what the fuck just happned?!"

Honestly Junichirou was just confused.

He walked the short way to his and Naomi’s apartment without paying attention to anyrhing, nearly getting hit by a car.

He was so distracted that even completely ignored his sister who jumped to hug him the second he opened the door, which wasn’t good.

“Hey! Are you ignoring me?!“

“H-huh? Oh! Sorry Naomi!“

“Something must have happned at work today.“ the redhead could feel his cheeks heating up. „So I’m right!“

“Yeah ok ok you’re right.“ Junichirou walked around his sister into the kitchen, where he opened the cupboard to get out two bowls.

“So tell me!“

„You‘re a noisy one, aren’t you?“ „Hey! Don’t be mean to your adorable little sister!“

The siblings sat down as the water started to boil.

There was a comfortable silence between them even if Junichirou could practically feel Naomi‘s questions floating in the air.

“Ok it has to do with a customer.“ Naomi gave the happy little squeak she always gave when he told her, as she called it, „The tea“ from work.

“So I was just about to close where this guy came in.“ his sister seemed to visibly get even more intrigued.

„He was like really handsome. He was tall, had red hair, intense eyes and I’m pretty sure he wore eyeliner. He had an interesting fashion style and had a bunch of tattoos, because he works at the tattoo parlor Atsushi‘s boyfriend also works at.“

Naomi hummed with a smirk on her lips, as she held her head in her hands.

“Well he walked in last minute and asked for an arrangement for the front of their parlor. And of course I was like: „sure I’ll do it. It’ll be done by tomorrow just give me the name of the place and I’ll deliver it“, right?“ Naomi nodded.

“And everything is fine everything is normal.“ his sister raised an eyebrow. „Ok normal with a little bit more blushing.“

“Anyway! He walks out but just before he leaves he turns around to me and says, and I quote: „You look cute.“ and then he winked at me and left!“

The black haired girl in front of him gasped. „He winked?! No he didn’t!“ „Yes he did!“ „Oh god!“

The water was finally done boiling so Junichirou stood up to get it and finish their dinner.

“Well he seems to like you. Wait- did you get his name?“ „Uh- yeah I did. I need it for the delivery and everything, remember?“ „Yeah yeah. So what is it?“ „Tachihara…Michizou Tachihara.“

Even if Junichirou didn’t like the expression on his sisters face he just ignored it and sat down in front of her with the food.

„Good Morning Jun!“

„AHH Oh god Naomi don’t scare me like that!“

“Yeah yeah whatever. Come on I need to show you something!“

„Wait don’t I need to go to-wait it’s 6am. What the fuck Are you doing awake?“ „Pssst!“

Naomi basically ran through their small apartment dragging a very tried Junichirou behind her.

On the small couch the siblings own sat a girl with red glasses, long brown hair and tried looking green eyes.

Haruno, his sisters girlfriend.

„Good morning Haruno.“ „Good Morning Junichirou“, she said giving him a small smile. They suffered together by the hands of the one, Naomi Tanizaki.

“We found something out. Sit down.“ The black haired girl grabbed to open laptop sitting on the table in front of the couch.

With „we“ she probably mean Haruno, and she was just cuddling her half the time…

“Michizou Tachihara, 22 years of age, Tattoo artist. He’s currently single and a bisexual. He has been working at Port tattoo for about 2 or 3 years, not sure about that one. He’s pretty good friends with someone called Gin Akutagawa, but don’t worry they have a girlfriend.“

“Also before you ask: yes Gin is related to Atsushi‘s boyfriend. They are siblings“, Naomi‘s girlfriend piped up.

Junichirou was just stunned.

“Wha-what? When? How? Did you guys even sleep?!“

“No we did not but that is not important! What’s important is that we now know that he is single and probably attracted to you.“

He had no words.

Junichirou was distracted again.

He was just working on an arrangement for a handsome bisexual guy who told him he looked cute…

What the actual fuck?!

He took a step back.

The arrangement was beautiful, one of his best works he’d say.

A lot of dark blues and purples.

The hyacinths blending beautifully with the cornflowers. Just all in all pretty.

Sure he thought it was kind of embarrassing adding the cornflowers, he knew a lot about flower language after all but most of his customers didn’t really care especially for these types of jobs so the redhead bushed those thoughts to the back of his head.

Junichirou took a deep breath.

Lets do this!

Be confident!

He took the arrangement.

The walk wasn’t going to be long so it was fine for him to just carry it.

“Ok I’m off, Atsushi! See you in a bit!“ „Yeah sure thing, Tani!“

…

The walk to the tattoo parlor was blurr and now he was standing in front of it.

Oh fucking god-

Deep breaths Junichirou

Deep breaths

And he walked in.

“Hello how can I help you?“

The woman at the front was a little older than him, had blond hair that she had in a bun and had warm brown eyes. She looked nice.

“Uh I need to talk to uhm Tachihara?“

She eyed him a little bit visibly inspecting the vase in his hand.

She gave him a smirk.

“Yeah he should be free I’ll tell him.“

“Thank you…“

He had only ever been in here once. He had to wait in the front room as Atsushi and Akutagawa were at each other’s throats agin. Oh how happy he was they were dating now. Less fighting…less.

The place looked nice though.

Even if it had a rather cool color palette with a lot of blues, purples and blacks it still seemed very cozy and the seats were the softest things Junichirou‘s ass had ever touched.

Some of the work by the artist that worked here was displayed on the walls. These people were so goddamm talented.

#my fanfiction #tachihara michizou #tanihara #tanizaki x tachihara #tanizaki junichirou #bungou stray dogs

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miru-n · 4 years ago

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★A3! BD Scout has begun!★

The June Birthday Premium Tryouts have begun! Today (6/5) is your only chance to get a birthday-themed SSR of Miru! Or is it? Check in-game for all the details!

I usually just do silly doodles for my birthday, but hey, spoiling myself is not bad every once in a while hehe

Imma rambles about my self insert and what i put on these fake Glitter card, this will be long so no need to read this~

First, I'll talk about flower motif!

I choose hydrangea as my flower motif for my a3 self insert.

Hydrangea is one of my favorite flower, along with Hyacinth and Orchid.

My knowledge on hanakotoba is basically 0 lol but i feel like hydrangea resonates more with me, both the positive meanings (desire to understand others, sincerity/honesty) and the negative meanings (boastful, distant, bitter, regret).

When I was a kid, grandma told me the story about the Japanese emperor used the flower to show how sincere he is on his apology to his wife? Someone idk. And she also told me that one story someone burried a dead body and then bright colorful hydrangeas started to bloom on the patch where the body got burried. The duality lol

I also love this fun fact about hydrangea because honestly? Mood. I'm needy and clingy, so i love affection ww. But if you shower me with too much love? I go bye-bye lol

I had a hard time making the symbol of the flower for the card that fits with the other characters flower symbol, but i managed to make with the same style. I used photos bellow as my reference

Second, backgrounds for the unbloom card!

Drama card because other June boys' Glitter cards are Comedy and Action. Ok easy.

When making the card, I keep in mind if I can stitch my card with other characters.

Green on left because previous birthday in a3 was Citron. Yellow on left because Misumi's birthdaybis next after mine (mine's 5th June, his is 6th hehe).

The star balloons is such a coincidence on technical wise lol. Misumi got them on his unbloom card, that's one of the excuse why I put those. But! I love stars so it works out well when making my unbloom card lol. I love stars, but I can't identify any star or constellation if my life depends on it ww the only constellation I know is Gemini. Which is a coincidence because it's also my zodiac. So that's why from all the random balloon stars and the glittery star accessories on the background, you can spot Gemini on bottom left.

If you see on bottom right, you might notice something that does not look like a star or constellation.

It's the symbol of High Priestess. Besides star, I also love tarot ww. I was so into tarot on my middle school era and still got a deck of tarot cards on my table (blame Persona 3). Everytime I do a tarot reading by myself, from random internet quiz, from an actual tarot reader, that fucking card always pops out. And the way it reads always pissed me off www even more pissed because everyone I know said 'yeah that's so you/oof that sounds just like your luck'. WTF DOES THAT MEAAAN AHDJDKAKA. Anyway my self insert arcana on Persona Series is The High Priestess so... LOL

Purple is one of my favorite color (besides yellow, red and black). So I just decide purple as the background color

And last but not least, the bloomed card!

Tried to do the same concept of using mirror to symbolize my zodiac like the other June boys.

Why is the glass art contains Mondrian art and not just my flower motif like other characters? I want something obnoxious to scream 'hello i'm an artist' lol. I wanted to do Alphonse Mucha art (since he is my favorite old timer artist) with beautiful hydrangeas as the glass art.

........But i still love my hands ok, not today carpal tunnel. So I noped out and settle with Mondrian instead (flashback to uni year where I got assignment to mimick your favorite artist and god do I regret loving Alphonse Mucha's art. Atleast I got A on that class so it paid off 🕺)

The gold patterns on my Glitter outfit is a Batik pattern! Hohoho Indonesia History time for anyone who still read up to this point! I took Batik class on uni and worked as Lecturer Assistant y'all better listen to me or I'll kick your kneecaps.

It’s loosely based from Batik Truntum! It’s from Java, and means ‘love and loyalty’ or ‘loves that blooms again’. History wise, the royalty family give this Batik to someone they love, trying to court or just a gift to family. The name Truntum itself came from the word ‘Taruntum’, which means ‘to grow/bloom again’. There’s so many romance stories behind this Batik. But this one I found so fucking funny because a king is trying to marry a new woman (idk the english, you know, when king got married millions of women?). His queen got so sad, so she started making a Batik to cheer herself up. She ended up loving the result and gave it to the king as a present. Then the king goes ‘damn she gave me this Batik, that means she’s loyal. looks like I won’t marry another women’ wwwwww

For the outfit, hoodie is because I love wearing one even when it’s 45 degree celcius outside lmao dont judge me.

The ring is what i usually wear. It’s a promise ring. The ring cost 1$ tho LOL that’s how cheap my promise is, so don’t hold onto any of my promise ww

The scarf that wrap around my body is... kinda sentimental symbol. I’d rather not explain that one ww maybe one day!

That’s all! If you read it all till this part, thank you so much ww

#miru in a3!#< mute that tags if you didn't wanna see my self insert #a3 #a3!#a3! fanart #act! addict! actors!#self insert #persona #digital art #fake card #thank you for everyone who's been supporting me by like/rb my art! means alot!#i'm now 23 lol #trying to mimick Ryo Fujiwara's art style is a pain in the ass i swear

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notfunnydean · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel Warnings: None Word Count: 2.574 Challenge: @sqz-zine Summary: Castiel loves his flower shop more than anything, but lately he can’t stop thinking about a customer. So he sends him flowers and hopes Dean gets what he’s trying to say. Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/31529894

“Dean, come on!”

Castiel looks up when he hears the small bell above the door of his flower shop. There is a tall man standing in the door, with long hair and a deep frown. Castiel looks back at the flowers in his hands, puts them down and then wipes his hands on his apron.

“Yeah, Sam. Chill.” There’s a different voice and then another guy steps into the small shop. Castiel’s heart beats a lot faster at that sight. This Dean looks like he is straight out of a disney movie. Green eyes, dark blond hair. Freckles.

Castiel swallows.

“Hello, can I help you?” Castiel is surprised that he is still able to talk. The taller man, Sam, turns to him with a small smile, while Dean just stares at him. Castiel feels a bit uncomfortable.

“I’m looking for a nice bouquet for my wife.” Sam explains and he smiles at Castiel. That’s like Castiel’s easiest request. They already got some bouquets ready, but some customers wanna decide for themselves which flowers they put inside.

“Sure thing, you got anything special in mind?” Castiel asks him and he walks around the counter. Dean seems not super interested at all and is already on his phone. Castiel tries not to be disappointed.

His job isn’t to flirt with customers.

“Well… a year ago Eileen and I got married, so… I got something special planned for tonight.” Sam says and he looks so in love while he says that. Castiel feels himself smiling at that. Love must be so nice.

“Oh congratulations. Well what do you say Eileen likes? Maybe something traditional like roses or something more wild?” Castiel asks, but he is already picturing a beautiful bouquet in his head.

“How about something like that?” Sam says and he points at the purple hyacinth. Castiel raises his eyebrows, he understands that they look indeed very beautiful, but Castiel speaks the language of the flowers and…

“Purple Hyacinths. They do look very nice, but they stand for mostly sorrow, so I wouldn’t really recommend them for this.” Castiel says and he sees how Sam’s a bit surprised by this.

“Oh well no, that is not what I intended. She just loves purple.” Sam stutters out, but Castiel just smiles. He likes the color purple as well.

“Flowers have meanings?” Dean asks suddenly and Castiel almost jerks, because he hadn’t realized that the other man came back towards them again.

“Uh yeah, it’s the language of the flowers, I learned all about it when I opened this shop.” Castiel says and Dean looks really surprised, but also actually interested.

“Cool. I only ever knew about red roses meaning love.” Dean says and then his smile turns so beautiful, that Castiel has to blink a few times. Dammit. He’s really not good at flirting.

So he just nods and then goes over to some other bouquets. He has some really sweet purple and white combinations that he is pretty proud of.

“So here we got white jasmines, which mean sweet love or amiability. white clovers they mean ‘think of me’ and purple sorrels, which stand for affection. I know they’re not fancy, I do like more natural bouquets and…” Castiel starts to ramble, but Sam stops him before he embarrasses himself even more.

“I love it, it looks very beautiful.” Sam says and Castiel smiles thankfully at him. He takes one of the prettiest of the bouquets and carries it to the check-out when Sam says that he doesn’t need anything else.

While Sam pays for his flowers, Castiel can see that Dean stands at some lovely sunflowers and carefully touches their petals. The sunlight just hits him beautifully and Castiel’s heart squeezes.

He does seem interested in the flowers.

“Do you want some flowers as well?” Sam asks, when he finished paying and Dean is still looking through all the flowers. It’s clearly meant to be a joke but Dean shakes his head and he does seem a bit sad.

“Nah, not like I ever got some. Why start now?”

They leave shortly after.

Castiel can’t get the thought of his head all day. He wishes he could buy flowers. He looks back down at Sam’s contact info that he had left here for any future purposes and nods to himself.

Maybe he should be brave for once. So he calls Sam.

“Uhm hello?”

Castiel looks up from his work and his heart almost jumps out of his chest, when he sees that it’s Dean. Oh no, hopefully he hadn’t known that Castiel sent him the flowers.

“Hello Dean.” Castiel says and then bites on his tongue. Oh yeah so not creepy that he knows someone's name after being in this shop one time.

“Hi uh I know this is probably super unusual, but my brother bought a bouquet of flowers here like two weeks ago and you two talked about how flowers… mean something?” Dean says and he still has his hands behind his back.

“The language of flowers.” Castiel says and Dean nods.

“Yeah that and I… Well yesterday I found some flowers in front of my door. They uh got delivered and I wondered… if you could explain to me what they mean?” Dean says then he puts the flowers on the counter that Castiel had sent to him.

“These are white camellia.” Castiel says and he carefully touches the flowers. Castiel had used the most beautiful ones he had.

“And what do they mean?” Dean asks and he takes them back into his own hands. Castiel loves the soft smile on his face, even though he seems a bit nervous as well.

“You’re adorable.”

Dean actually ducks his head and Castiel can see how he blushes right in front of him. It makes his freckles stand out even more and Castiel’s chest squeezes almost painfully. God, Dean is so beautiful.

Castiel would be lucky to have someone like him.

“Uh- thanks.” Dean says and then his eyes widen almost comically. Castiel tilts his head to one side, because he is not really sure if he understands what’s happening.

“Oh my god, sorry. You mean that is the meaning of the flowers.” Dean says and he strokes his own hair, looking so incredibly embarrassed.

“Well yes. But you are adorable.” Castiel says and he has no idea why he’s so brave. Normally Castiel would rather die than admit something like that. Dean’s shy smile is worth it in the end.

“Thank you.” Dean says and he presses the flowers closer to his chest before he leaves Castiel’s shop. He almost stumbles on his way out.

Castiel hums happily to a nonexistent music all day.

“Hiya Cas!”

Dean looks happy today, when he opens the door to the shop. The last weeks Castiel had sent him flowers each tuesday and on wednesday Dean would come over and they’d talk about the meanings.

He doesn’t seem to know that Castiel is sending him these, but maybe it’s better this way. Dean is far out of his league.

“Hello Dean, how are you?” Castiel asks and he puts his watering can down. He had a busy day, but he would always make time for Dean.

“Good, thank you. I got new flowers.” Dean says and he grins so widely. Castiel loves to see him so happy. Dean had told him more than once by now how much he loves flowers and that most people would probably look weirdly at him for it.

“I can see that. They do look very beautiful. Gardenia. They stand for secret love.” Castiel explains and Dean’s eyes widen.

“You actually think they love me?” Dean asks and he seems so utterly surprised that Castiel’s heart aches for him. He had learned soon enough, that Dean thinks he isn’t worth anything. especially so much trouble.

“Yeah.” Castiel answers only and he can hear his own heartbeat throbbing loudly in his ears. God, Dean has to be the most oblivious person in the world, because he just smiles so happily again.

“So uhm… how is your garden working out?” Castiel asks because it’s spring and his own garden at home looks really bad. Castiel almost has never time to look after his own flowers at home and his garden is really small, but his landlord is an asshole anyway.

“It looks really good, thanks to you Cas. I planted so many camellias.” Dean says and he winks at Castiel. Camellias were the first flowers Castiel had sent Dean, but he hadn’t known they were Dean’s favorites.

“Camellias are truly beautiful.” Castiel agrees and he hopes one day his garden can be as beautiful as Dean’s one day.

“Why don’t you come over some time? I surely could use a professional opinion on them.” Dean says so casually, but Castiel knows him good enough by now to tell that he’s nervous. Castiel smiles.

“Dean I would love to.”

Castiel knows that Dean doesn’t mean this as a date, but he still couldn’t be happier. Of course at first Dean’s looks had caught Castiel’s eyes.

But the way Dean seemed disappointed that he’d never gotten flowers before, had made Castiel send him flowers.

And he had learned so fast what a sweet person Dean really is. He loves his brother Sam and his wife Eileen and he would literally kill anyone that talks back about his little nephew Jack.

Sometimes Dean spends hours talking about his own dreams. Having kids of his own, settling down, and having someone with him.

Castiel would give everything to be that person.

A week later Castiel walks through the streets with a new flower bouquet in his hands. This time they are pink camellias, since he knows now that Dean really loves those.

They mean ‘longing for you’ and that couldn’t be more true. Castiel knows he should be happy that he and Dean are already good friends, but he can’t help but long for something more.

He sighs.

Tomorrow he would officially meet up with Dean at his tiny house. In reality Castiel visits this house for over three months by now to drop off his flowers. He knows when Dean works at the garage by now, so he can easily leave his flowers at Dean’s doorstep without being seen.

It’s raining a bit today and Castiel is glad that Dean’s door is roofed over, so the bouquet wouldn’t be ruined by the time that Dean comes home.

Castiel can’t help but smile, when he sees Dean’s house. It looks so beautiful, he can’t really see the garden from the streets, only a huge apple tree that grows a bit over the roof, but he knows it will look stunning.

Like always he kneels down at the blue front door and puts the bouquet down.

There’s a noise inside.

Castiel’s heart stops.

The door opens.

“Hiya Cas.”

Castiel isn’t sure how he manages to stay conscious, but he slowly looks up to see Dean leaning against the doorway.

“Hello Dean.” Castiel answers slowly and he gets up again. He leaves the bouquet on the ground and he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Oh my god, Dean had seen him. Dean knows.

Castiel swallows loudly.

“Oh are those camellias again? My favorite! What do these one stand for?” Dean says and he acts like nothing unusual happened. Castiel needs a moment to find his voice again. Maybe this is a trick?

“Longing for you.” Castiel barely whispers.

“They’re beautiful and I just got the perfect spot for them.” Dean says and with that he turns around and goes back inside his house. Castiel isn’t sure what he should do, but then Dean is already calling for him.

Castiel steps inside and carefully pulls off his shoes, since he had seen that Dean is only in socks as well. He walks towards the door Dean vanished into and sees it’s the kitchen. It looks just like Castiel had imagined it.

Cozy and warm and so full of love. It smells like the apple pie that Dean had set on the counter. And right in the middle of the table, Dean has an empty vase and puts the flowers into it.

“Dean… I don’t think I really understand.” Castiel admits carefully and finally Dean turns back to him. At least he doesn’t look angry or disgusted. Maybe they could still save their friendship.

“Well I’m not the only one with uh… secrets. I know it’s been you for a while now.” Dean admits and he takes a step closer. Castiel feels so embarrassed. Had he been this reckless and stupid?

“Oh.” Castiel mutters.

“Sammy couldn’t hold his big mouth.” Dean says and Castiel chuckles weakly at that. While he had enjoyed gifting Dean flowers and crushing on him, Castiel had never thought about what would happen if Dean knew one day.

“Dean, I’m sorry… I didn’t…” Castiel starts to explain this somehow, but Dean stops him.

“Wait, I uh got something for you as well.” Dean says and he is out of the room again. Castiel hopes he wouldn’t get his ass kicked now, but Dean comes back with another bouquet.

“What?”

“Well obviously I’m not very good at the language of flowers. This is the only meaning I know.” Dean says and then he pushes the red roses in Castiel’s hands, who has a hard time believing that this is really happening.

“I love you.” Castiel whispers more into the flowers than to Dean. The roses are in his shop’s wrapping paper so Dean must have bought it when Castiel wasn’t working, but his helper Samandriel was.

“Yeah I know it’s a bit forward, but I really like you and I thought…” Dean starts but Castiel shakes his head. This time he makes a step forward towards Dean and puts the roses on the table.

“No, I mean, I’m in love with you, Dean.” Castiel says and it actually feels good to finally say it. Dean looks like he’s tearing up and for a split second Castiel thinks he has said something wrong, but then Dean is already kissing him.

Castiel closes his eyes and finally kisses Dean back. His hands find Dean’s warm cheeks and he forgets about the world around them.

When they break the kiss Castiel can’t help the huge smile on his face. Dean’s eyes flutter slowly open and Castiel presses another short kiss to his lips.

“I aloe you very much.” Dean says like the dork he is and Castiel snorts. Well he had known right from the start that Dean is adorable. Castiel would even bet that Dean had practiced this.

“While Aloes stand for affection, they could also easily stand for grief.” Castiel says and Dean groans.

“No, you don’t get to ruin my brilliant joke.” Dean says, but he is laughing and Castiel can’t help but laugh himself. He had never pictured himself this happy.

“It wasn’t that brilliant.” Castiel says and Dean looks so scandalized that Castiel laughs loudly. God he knows why he fell in love with Dean.

“Okay, then I really lilac you.” Dean says and Castiel groans.

“Lilacs stand for…” Dean presses a hand over his mouth and Castiel can’t help but chuckle again. Maybe they’re both the worst.

“Maybe we should stop talking.” Dean whispers and pulls his hands away. Castiel has to admit that he really likes that idea.

He kisses Dean quiet.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #my writing #deancas

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zimms · 4 years ago

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an olliewicks flower shop au to soothe the soul! this is somewhat based on mine and @tingo-tango’s tags on this post.

fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels

Ollie’s wrist-deep in a pot of soil, sweat rolling down his cheeks and sunlight streaming through the windows of Faber’s Flowers, when the shop’s bell rings and a new customer stumbles through the door. Ollie frowns slightly and hastily wipes the beads of sweat off his chin with the corner of his shirt, before plastering on his best customer service smile to greet whoever needs flowers at 7:30 am on a Tuesday morning. He mentally catalogues the possibilities; maybe they’ve forgotten their spouse’s birthday? Or maybe it’s a gift for someone at work? Maybe it’s an apology present because they accidentally cycled into a fruit stall and ruined a fresh batch of melons?

(Okay, maybe not, but it would be a refreshing change in the cycle of constant businessmen grovelling for their partner’s forgiveness)

Ollie shakes himself from his thoughts and grins across the counter at the customer, who’s sporting a baseball cap and a t-shirt that sits just right across his broad shoulders. Ollie’s eyes track down the guy’s biceps which are a tad too big for the sleeves. Ollie consciously shut his mouth to stop himself from gaping; this guy was hot. As Ollie’s gaze roams across the customer’s face to meet his eyes, he realises three things. Number one is that he definitely shouldn’t be ogling a customer like he’s a piece of meat. Number two is that he hasn’t said anything to this guy yet. Number three is that at least a minute of awkward silence and staring has passed since the customer entered the shop.

Ollie rips his eyes away from the customer’s face to stare at a spot slightly behind his left shoulder. “Hi! What can I help you with today?”

The guy shifts on the balls of his feet, scanning the shelves of bouquets and individual flowers. “Erm, I’m looking for a bouquet of flowers for my mom?” His voice raises at the end of his sentence, which is kind of cute, if Ollie does say so. He rubs the back of his neck and his checks flush pink. “I kinda need to apologise to her.”

Ah, a classic apology scenario. Got it.

“What’s the apology for?” Ollie asks as he turns to the sink behind the counter to wash his hands. “Not that you have to tell me that is; it just might help as we make the bouquet.” He unravels the roll of tissue paper and cuts off a square to package the flowers in.

Hot Guy winces. “Ah,” he says, “I kinda got into a fight in front of her the other night. She was not happy to say the least, so I figured I might as well get her some flowers to apologise for it.”

“Cool, cool.” Ollie grins at him. “What kinda flowers do you want for her?” He gestured to the whole shop, where various buckets of flowers lined the walls, each displaying a different species. “We can get her just a plain old bunch that’s all just the same type of flower, or we could mix and match, create a nice piece of artwork that she’ll admire rather than a bunch that’s boring and all the same.”

Hot Guy’s eyes flick up from the counter and meet Ollie’s own, moving slowly up his body. If Ollie was feeling particularly optimistic, he’d say the guy was checking him out, but he pushes that thought to the corner of his mind because he’s made way too many faux-pas in the past by asking out guys that have come into the shop just for all of them to be straight. Hot Guy clears his throat. “Yeah, a mixture sounds good. I know her favourite flowers are hyacinths if that helps?”

“That’s perfect.” Ollie shoots him the most reassuring smile he can think of, eyes softening. He grabs the bucket of blue hyacinths that sit behind him. “These alright?”

“Yeah, those are great,” Hot Guy says a little hoarsely, squinting at Ollie’s name tag, “Ollie.” Something settles in Hot Guy’s voice and he seems a bit more comfortable.

“So, why'd you get into a fight in front of your mom?” Ollie reaches for the bucket of Narcissus behind him and waves a bunch at Hot Guy for affirmation. He nods in return. “Doesn’t seem like the best idea to me-” Ollie trails off, hoping that Hot Guy might get the hint and finally introduce himself.

“Oh, uh, Pacer.” He coughs and the remaining tension leaks out of his posture. “Nah, a guy said something about Ma, and you know, I had to rush to defend her like the rash idiot I am.”

Ollie laughs. “At least, it’s one of the more noble reasons to get into a fight. There’s a bit more chance of forgiveness, then.”

Pacer nods and his gaze wanders away from where Ollie is deftly making the bouquet to settle on the purple Clematis.

“You like them?” Ollie makes a ‘gimme’ motion with his hands and Pacer passes the bucket over to him. Their hands briefly brush each other during the exchange and Ollie does everything in his power to ignore the jolt that goes through him at that brief skin to skin contact. “You’ve got a good eye; I was just about to grab them myself.”

“Yeah, my mom loves blue and yello-” Pacer cuts himself off with a sneeze. “Also, aren’t they the colours of the local hockey team around here? The Falcons?” Although he has a completely clueless tone to his voice, Pacer is studying Ollie’s reaction as if it might reveal the secrets of the universe.

“Yeah, the Falcs! I only get to see them every so often, but they’re great,” Ollie says, doing his level best to ignore Pacer’s sudden intensity. “I was actually on the same team as Jack Zimmermann in college, which was pretty cool.”

“Really?” Pacer’s enigmatic expression becomes even more indecipherable. “That is pretty cool.” He looks slightly over his shoulder towards the street before meeting Ollie’s eyes and flashing a genuine smile at him. “I actually played a bit of hockey myself, you know.”

Ollie tries to convince himself that the bubble of excitement that rushes through him is because Pacer is such a good conversationalist and not for any other reason, like the fact that they have a couple of things in common, or that Pacer is one of the hottest guys he’s ever seen.

(He fails.)

_X_

Pacer leaves about forty minutes later, with a bouquet and handwritten note in hand and a smile fixed firmly on his face. When Ollie goes to scrub down the counter and start repotting the plant he’d abandoned when Pacer had arrived, he spots a scrap of paper that definitely hadn’t been there before. The note is pretty cute; it’s a string of numbers and a smiley face, accompanied by a couple of lines from Pacer.

Would you like to go I would have asked you out earlier, but my tea friend always says it’s bad form to hit on workers whilst they’re on shift. Anyway, here’s my number if you want to go out some time? Call m Don’t worry if you don’t though!

- Pacer

Ollie grins as he opens up his phone to add the number to his contacts, but pauses as he sees a Google Alert come through that he’s set up for the Falcs. The text reads, Providence Falconers acquire forward Pacer Wicks from Colorado Avalanche in exchange for a second round pick in the 2022 NHL Draft, and immediately underneath the caption, Pacer’s smiling face stares out at him.

Pacer’s voice echoes in his mind. “I actually played a bit of hockey myself.”

Played a bit of hockey himself? Ollie cannot believe this guy. He plays in the fucking NHL and all he says is “I actually played a bit of hockey myself.”

However, Ollie thinks as he opens up the article to see a picture of a bruised Pacer from his last game with the Avs, it would explain why he needed to apologise for fighting in front of his mom.

_X_

Now that Ollie is aware of Pacer Wicks’ existence, he seems to follow him everywhere. Well, not Pacer exactly, but his name.

It begins, like many things, at the grocery store.

“Excuse me?” the cashier asks, as she’s scanning his groceries two days after Pacer first came into the florist’s. “Are you that hockey player? Pacer Wicks?”

Ollie furrows his eyebrows. He doesn’t think that him and Pacer look that similar, but then again, Pacer’s only been in Providence a couple of days, so people don’t exactly know what he looks like yet. “No, sorry.”

The cashier purses her lips, taking a moment to study him again before ringing him up. “Huh, sorry! You guys just look really alike is all.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Ollie gathers up his groceries. “These things happen sometimes.”

(He almost texts Pacer to tell him about it, but, as Ollie looks at the clock on his phone, he realises that Pacer probably isn’t going to want to receive a message about how someone thought they looked similar mid-way through his game against the Pens.

Also, he’d have to wish him luck and honestly, as much as Ollie loves the Falcs, he wouldn’t wish them too much luck against his hometown team.)

_X_

ollie

hey! i’ve finished off that other apology bouquet for your ma!

let me know when you want to swing by and pick it up!

also i was watching the game tonight; do you need me to make up another identical one for your ma, or do you wanna come into the shop to choose this one?

pacer

thanks ol! i’ll probably swing by to pick it up tomorrow and then help make the next one at the same time?

ollie

sounds like a plan!!

_X_

When he said these things happen sometimes to that cashier in the grocery store, he didn’t expect them to happen all the goddamn time. Be it at his favourite café, on the street, or on the commuter rail, someone always, always, asks if he’s Pacer Wicks.

_X_

ollie

oof that hit from eriksen looks like it’s gonna leave a mark

pacer

yeah, half my face is swollen

ollie

yikes

pacer

i assume we’re still on for dinner in a couple of days right?

even if my stunning visage has been marred by the fists of a schooner

ollie

that was a very weird way of putting it

but yeah, i still wanna go out with you even if your face looks like a dodgeball

_X_

A girl taps him on the shoulder at Bitty’s Bites downtown. “Excuse me, are you Pacer Wicks?”

Ollie smiles sheepishly at her, brandishing his coffee cup with a scrawled Oily on it as if it might keep the Pacer Wicks fans away. “Sorry, you’ve got the wrong dude.”

He hurries out of there as quickly as his legs can take him after that, hands fumbling for his phone so that he can text Pacer about it.

ollie

jdshjkdsjh a girl just asked if i was you

pacer

oh?

ollie

yeah, i don’t really know why so many people ask if i’m you

especially as they usually ask when you’re on a roadie??

so i don’t get why they know who you are without knowing the falcs’ schedules

pacer

maybe they’re a fan of my dashing good looks rather than my hockey?

isn’t that why you agreed to go out with me after all?

Ollie grins to himself before sending back three words.

don’t push it

_X_

He’s less generous to the guy on the commuter rail, but in fairness that’s mainly because he stole the last seat just before Ollie could get there and it’s 6:30 in the morning.

“Hey, aren’t you that hockey pl-?”

Ollie barely looks up from his phone before cutting him off with a sharp “No.”

_X_

Today, someone even asks him at the flower shop.

“No,” he says, heaving the deepest sigh he can whilst still remaining in customer service mode, “I think Pacer Wicks might have other things to do on a Saturday afternoon than work the till at a flower shop.” He shuts the cash drawer on the register with a bang and hands the customer their change and bouquet as quickly as he can. “Thank you for shopping with us! Enjoy your day!”

He collapses back onto the wooden stool that he keeps behind the counter, taking a breather for approximately five seconds before a laugh echoes through the shop. Ollie jumps half a foot in the air before locating Pacer, who’s stood in the corner of the shop inspecting a piece of sea holly.

He’s dressed up pretty nicely considering hockey players’ notoriously bad fashion sense, wearing a button-up, a nice pair of jeans that do all the right things for his hockey butt, and his ever-present baseball cap, but this time, unlike his first visit to the shop, it’s sat backwards on his head. He spins around to face the back of the shop, grinning his face off. “I’m impressed by the fact that she asked you that whilst I was standing in the shop and she still didn’t notice me.” He laughs, smirking across at Ollie. “Does that happen often?”

“Yeah, some people are surprisingly oblivious sometimes,” he says, “but also, I don’t look that much like you?” He pauses, trying to work out what Pacer’s face means. He places his hands on his hips and jokingly rounds on Pacer. “Do I?”

Pacer chuckles, taking a few steps closer so that he’s leaning against the counter. “Not that much, but would it be so bad if you looked like me?” A mock-wounded expression plays across his features as he presses his hand to his chest.

Ollie takes off his apron and hangs it up behind the counter. “Nope, because you are extremely hot.” He threads his fingers through the hockey player’s belt loops to pull him closer, feeling emboldened by Pacer’s flirting. “And if that means that people are inadvertently calling me hot whilst asking if I’m you?” He shrugs. “I can live with it.”

Pacer has to lower his gaze to meet Ollie’s eyes, the two inch height difference between them clearly obvious, even if Ollie is six foot, thank you very much. “You were right about something though,” Pacer murmurs, “I do have better things to do than stand in a flower shop on a Saturday afternoon.”

“Like what?” Ollie raises an eyebrow.

Pacer smiles softly down at him, taking his hand and interlacing his fingers with Ollie’s. “Like taking the cute florist that works there on a date for starters.” Pacer starts to move them towards the shop’s entrance. “There’s this lit-” He sneezes abruptly.

Ollie tilts Pacer’s head downwards. “That’s like the fourth time you’ve sneezed in the shop.” He rubs his thumb over his cheek, frowning when he sees that Pacer’s eyes are slightly red. “Are you okay?”

Pacer waves him off. “Yeah, it’s fine; my antihistamines just wore off.”

His-? Ollie furrows his eyebrows before leading his date out of the shop. “Pacer, are you allergic to flowers?”

“No?” Pacer’s sheepish and slightly bunged up reply says everything that Ollie needs to know.

“Fuck, Pace, why have you been coming to the shop so much if you’re allergic? Surely you don’t like the aesthetics of flowers that much that you need to torture your sinuses every spare minute of the day.” Ollie pinches the bridge of his nose, voice full of exasperation.

Pacer holds his hands up in surrender. “In my defence, the first few times were because I did need to buy Ma flowers, but I didn’t keep coming back because the flowers were pretty.” He pulls Ollie close and frames his face with his hands. “I came back because the florist was.”

_X_

The final time Ollie is mistaken for Pacer is five years later as he’s heading towards the arena for Pacer’s final game of the season. In fairness, dressed in a Wicks jersey and a Falcs snapback, he probably looks more like Pacer now than he has at any time since he first got mistaken for him in the grocery store.

“Excuse me?” A teenager taps him on the shoulder, their arm slung around a friend. “Are you Pacer Wicks?”

Ollie grins at the kid. “Nope,” he says, trying not to take too much joy in the hope fading from the fan’s eyes before he drops the bombshell, “I am his husband though.”

“Really?” The teenager’s eyes light up. “You’re not kidding, right?”

“Nope.” Ollie holds up his phone screen to show the kid a photo of Pacer kissing his cheek, just so that they know he’s not lying. “D’you wanna meet him after the game?” He smirks at them. “After all, I do know a guy.”

#the formatting's kinda whack #but it's late #so i'll format it properly when i post it on ao3 tomorrow #ollie and wicks #my writing #omgcp #it's like 3k i'm so sorry

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soulquirk · 5 years ago

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100 Follower Celebration Prompt #2 - "Are you flirting with me?" "Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing."

Requested by: @yukiimanic

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2.1k

taglist: @mindninjax @coelestial @lookslikeleese @blahkugo @enjifuckersupreme @catsonthebeachfics

enjoy!

To any regular person, Takami Keigo might have seemed like the ultimate flirt. He was charming and attractive, making women and men swoon wherever he went. It didn't help that his Quirk was flashy and practical for all types of situations.

However, as his manager, you saw a different side to him. He was a bit awkward and clumsy at times; more than once had he bruised his hip on the corner of your desk. Whenever someone touched him, whether it be a handshake or a passive bump on the shoulder, it was like his brain short-circuited. He kept up a confident appearance, but behind closed doors, he stuttered. You noticed a nervous tic he had developed, taking a crimson feather and fidgeting with the vanes.

On top of all this, you were oblivious to him being a hopeless romantic.

Every Monday, without fail, your favorite tea or coffee would show up on your desk. If he didn't deliver it himself, it was there when you arrived at your office, piping hot. Wednesdays, he loved to treat you to lunch. Keigo saw them as dates, while you took the opportunity to discuss PR strategies and mission briefings. Fridays were for flowers. Peonies, hyacinths, apple blossoms; there was a new flower arrangement every week.

To you, these were all just friendly gestures, a show of gratitude from your client. You had no idea how often you were on his mind. He thought of you on missions, where his only real goal was to return to you safe. During the night, he'd lay awake until the sound of your voice in his head put him to sleep. He looked forward to every meeting with you, in or out of the office.

Today was like any other Friday. The red tulips on your desk gave off a sweet aroma as you sat down, and your attention immediately flicked to the note attached to the purple vase. Strange, you thought, the arrangements never come with those.

It read: "I'd like to take you out to Marquie's for dinner. I'll be away for patrols today, but I'll pick you up at six."

You smiled. The man may be an ordeal to handle sometimes, but he sure was sweet.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find him attractive. What, with those golden eyes and soft hair and beautiful feathers-

Shaking your head, you tried to focus on your work. You couldn't place all your attention on Hawks. You were also Kamui Woods' and Miruko's manager, and their paperwork was still piling up after Kamino and Fukuoka. The glamorous life of a hero always masks the never-ending tasks of their manager.

Sometime around noon, your secretary buzzed the intercom. "Yes?"

"Miruko is here to see you, ma'am."

"Send her in, please," you said, not looking away from your computer.

The door opened, and the world's most delightful bunny strode in. "Heya, girl, just wanted to run something by you. Are those flowers?"

You looked up to her, pointing at the tulips. "Yeah, Hawks sent them."

She didn't look surprised, and that threw you off a bit. "I'd be shocked if it was anyone else."

"What do you mean by that?"

She shrugged, one of her long ears flopping over to the side. "Oh, nothing. Anyway, have you gotten everything from Fukuoka settled? The Commission's going to kill both of us if the reports aren’t turned in by week's end."

You sighed, letting her earlier comment slip your mind as you moved to more important matters. So is the life of a manager. "Almost. Just gotta format the statements and everything. How are you holding up?"

"Better than you by the sound of it. You've worked nonstop this past week." She sat down on the plush blue couch nestled in a corner. Many nights had been spent on that couch to meet the excruciating deadlines set by the Commission. And she was right, you had been overworking yourself. In fact, you had spent more time in the office than out of it over the past seven days.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just doing my job." You reassured her with a warm smile.

After going over the Fukuoka reports and Miruko's departure, the day seemed to fly by. You didn't know it was six o'clock until the door opened and your secretary wished you a good evening. After exchanging pleasantries and going over assignments for tomorrow, he too was gone.

A flapping of wings broke the silence that was left. The balcony door opened, and in came the man of the hour.

He was as good-looking as ever, with that tan jacket and a black-and-gold tank top. Hawks stepped into the office, brushing off a few feathers from his shoulders. "Sorry I'm late, dove. Unfortunately, someone decided the perfect time to rob a convenience store was right when I was going to pick up my date."

You were so focused on finishing the last of the Fukuoka reports that it didn't really register in your mind what he had said. "It's all good. I'm just about to be done for the day."

Hawks' wings drooped a bit, not that you noticed. "Come on. You've been pushing yourself too hard lately. You need a break."

You gasped when he came up and shut your laptop. You were about to chew him out when you looked up at him and saw the intensity of his gaze.

"Seriously. Come on."

The tension in your shoulders relaxed a bit as you sighed. "Fine. But this only makes me have to come in early tomorrow to finish."

Hawks shrugged. "As long as you get one night off."

You resigned, packing your things and making sure everything was squared away for the next morning. You turned the lights off and headed for the door.

He was still standing by your desk.

"Hawks? What are you doing? Let's go." You motioned for him to follow you.

One of his arms came up to rub the back of his neck and the bases of his wings. "I-I was thinking...maybe we fly there?"

"Isn't that kinda dangerous?"

"I'd never let anything happen to you."

At that moment, Keigo was glad the lights were off so you wouldn't see how bad he was blushing.

You felt your heart flip at his words, but the idea of flying was a bit daunting.

And exhilarating.

"It-it's just across the block. A-and it's on a roof so we wouldn't be flying very far. I just didn't want to have to make you walk all the way there when I could-"

You silenced him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, and you could swear you heard his breath hitch. "Let's go."

His wings fluttered, betraying his confident attitude. He then led the way out to the balcony of your office. One of the few perks of being the manager of three Top 10 heroes was a sweet penthouse office all to yourself. It came with an on-suite, a mini-kitchen, and a balcony. It overlooked the large building in Kitakyushu and gave an impressive view of the city.

Hawks gave you a look that hinted towards nervousness, but he was bouncing with excitement. "Are you ready?"

You nodded.

He approached you tentatively, taking his arms and gently wrapping them around your waist. The sanguine wings began flapping, and his grip got tighter as he lifted both of you into the air.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Afraid to look down at the ground, you also buried your face in his chest. His heartbeat was audible, and it almost concerned you how fast it was. Was he scared of dropping you or something? No, it had to be that he was part bird, that the high rate of his heartbeat came from an avian source. Right?

The flight ended sooner than you expected, and Hawks set you down on the rooftop of another office building where the restaurant resided. You didn't expect to miss being in his arms.

Marquie's was an Italian restaurant, renowned in the city for its gnocchi and ham dish. The line to get in was long, and you noticed that people cheered and snapped pictures when they saw you land. Immediately, your mind switched to manager mode, and you did your best to make a good appearance alongside the number two hero.

Hawks strode up to the hostess and gave her his name. She nodded and picked up two menus and gestured for you to follow her into the restaurant.

The atmosphere was homey, with pictures and traditional paintings hung up everywhere. Stained glass lamps hung above the booths while an ornate chandelier lit up the main room. Everyone was in casual attire, and for a moment, you felt overdressed. As you walked by, many people were happy to see Hawks, asking for signatures and photos or thanking him. He didn't stop for anyone but made sure everyone was at least acknowledged. The hostess led the two of you to a room in the back that was void of anyone.

A table for two was set up, with a candle burning and soft music playing. An arrangement of the same red tulips you had gotten earlier in the day sat on an adjacent table. This one, however, was much bigger than the one that had shown up on your desk.

Could this be...a date?

"What do you think?"

His deep voice shook you from your reverie. "It's impressive, Hawks! How did you get the whole room for us?"

"Keigo, please."

You looked at him. Was he really asking you to call him by his given name? "K-Keigo. Okay."

"And to answer your question, I'm literally the number two hero. That comes with some perks, one of them includes money."

Chuckling, you made your way to the table. Keigo was quick to follow you, pulling out your chair. He then sat down just as a waitress entered the room.

Once you gave her your drink orders, you were alone with him again.

You talked for a while about each other's day. He told you about a crazy gang of clowns trying to make people laugh and failing. You told him about Miruko visiting, and her comment about the flowers suddenly reappeared in your mind.

Mustering some courage, you decided to ask him about it. "Miruko said she wasn't surprised you sent me the flowers. What do you think she meant by that?"

Keigo nearly choked on his Dr. Pepper. Once you made sure he was okay, he muttered, "I, uh, I don't know. Maybe she just knows that I send them every week."

"Well, it is very sweet of you. Thank you." You twirled your finger absentmindedly around the rim of your glass.

"It-it's because I'm sweet on you, dove."

You looked up from the glass to see him white-knuckling his own hands. Was he...nervous?

"Are you flirting with me?"

Keigo laughed. "Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing."

All that time, all the lunches, the flowers, the coffees, it was all because...he liked you? "Wait, you really think of me that way?"

The look he shot you was one of slight fear. "It's okay if you don't feel the same!" He extended his hands across the table in a show of surrender. "I get it, a manager and their client really shouldn't be in a relationship together. But I-I can't stop thinking about you. All the times we went out, and me bringing you flowers. I tried my best to convey a message through them that I...I wanted you. I've wanted you for so long, and I just can't get you out of my fucking head-"

He was once again cut off by your touch. You took his hand and waited for him to look at you. "Keigo, it's okay. I...really like you, too."

The wings on his back fluttered and disturbed the flowers behind them. His face lit up in a million-dollar smile. "You mean it?"

You exhaled. "This is gonna be a PR nightmare, but yes, I do."

"Can I kiss you?"

The heat that rose to your cheeks was impossible to ignore. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Keigo leaned across the table. You closed your eyes as the world stopped; nothing else mattered than the here and now. You felt your heart skip a beat or two when finally, finally, his lips met yours.

When you broke apart after a moment or two, you saw him smirking as he sat back down. "So," he said, as casually as ever, "You getting the gnocchi?"

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