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Bleach Hanakotoba Analysis Part 3 ~ OP16: Scar & ED31: Saihate

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-> Division 01: Chrysanthemum

The flower insignia of the 1st division is the chrysanthemum (Chrysanthemum morifolium) which is known as kiku (菊) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower signifies truth and innocence. Its meanings in hanakotoba include nobility, virtuousness, perfection, rejuvenation, longevity and good luck. A sixteen-petalled chrysanthemum is not only one of Japan’s two unofficial national flowers but is also used on Japan’s imperial seal. In Western floriography, Chrysanthemums symbolise cheerfulness, devoted love, loyalty, happiness longevity, joy, trust, optimism, fidelity and friendship. In some cultures, Chrysanthemums—particularly white ones—are only associated with mourning, sympathy and death.

-> Division 02: Pasque flower

The flower insignia of the 2nd division is the Pasque flower (Pulsatilla) which is also known as the nodding anemone and wind flower. It is called the okinagusa (翁草) in Japan. According to the official Bleach lore, this insignia means “seeking nothing”. Its additional meanings in hanakotoba include “untold love”, “pure heart”, and “love of betrayal”. The downward flower of the Pasque flower is said to have given rise to it symbolising "untold love" and "pure heart" as this is thought to mirror the feelings of a pure girl who is ashamed of her sentiments and finds it difficult to express them. The Pasque flower's symbolic meaning of a "love of betrayal" stems from the fact that after reaching their peak, the flowers that initially bloom face downwards turn upward. In Western floriography, the Pasque flower represents rebirth, renewal, hope, dignity, nobility, grace and the phrase “forsaken in love”.

-> Division 03: Marigold

The flower insignia of the 3rd division is the marigold (Tagetes) which is known as the marīgōrudo (マリーゴールド) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower signifies despair. Its meanings in hanakotoba include jealousy, despair and sadness. In Western floriography, they symbolise grief, despair, and jealousy as well as the expression of deep feelings and passion.

-> Division 04: Bellflower

The flower insignia of the 4th division is the bellflower (Campanula) which is known as the berufurawā (ベルフラワー ) and otome kikyo (乙女桔梗 ) in Japan. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower signifies that “those who grieve are loved”. Its meanings in hanakotoba include gratitude, sincerity and pleasant chatter. Bellflowers are a symbol of gratitude, constancy, romance, and support in Western floriography. Additionally, bellflowers can stand for affection, delicacy, humility, and everlasting love. In particular, blue bellflowers are symbolic of peace, healing, openness, tranquility, and friendship—on the other hand, cream bellflowers are symbolic of thoughtfulness, grace, elegance, peace, and hope. Given that a bellflower's shape resembles a church bell, it is believed that the flower's symbolic meanings of gratitude and sincerity originate from church teachings. It is thought that the bellflower's symbolic meaning of pleasant chatter originates from the observation that its flowers which point diagonally upward bloom together giving the impression that the small flowers are merrily conversing with one another.

-> Division 05: Lily of the Valley

The flower insignia of the 5th division is the lily of the valley (Convallaria majalis) which is known as suzuran (鈴蘭) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower represents sacrifice, danger, pure love, humility and sweetness. Its meanings in hanakotoba include purity, humility, sweetness, chastity and finding happiness again. These flowers are symbolic of purity, humility, sweetness, rebirth, good fortune, joy, youth, discretion and a return of happiness in Western floriography. With its lovely, sweet aroma, it's difficult to believe that such a demure-looking flower could be dangerous. It is crucial to highlight, however, that this flower is an extremely toxic plant that, if consumed, can cause severe disease or death. The Lily of the Valley plant contains around 38 distinct cardiac glycosides (cardenolides)—which are a class of organic compounds that increase the output force of the heart and decrease its rate of contractions—that are exceedingly poisonous to both humans and animals. Given its toxicity, it's ironic, that the plant is associated with good fortune, purity, joy, and sweetness.

-> Division 06: Camellia

The flower insignia of the 6th division is the Japanese camellia (Camellia japonica) which is known as tsubaki (椿) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower represents “noble reason”. Its meanings in hanakotoba include modest kindness and pride. In Western floriography, camellias have a long-standing symbolic association with romance and devotion. They symbolize strong desire and passion as well as unfaltering love, devotion, affection, refinement, perfection, faithfulness, and admiration. Normally, the petals and calyx separate as a flower dies, but in the case of camellias, the petals and calyx fall together, preserving the entire flower. In recognition of this, camellias are used to represent longevity, perfection, and pure, unreserved, love that never fades. Red camellias are thought to represent romantic love, passion, or desire. Pink camellias convey feelings of longing and gratitude. White camellias are associated with purity, faithfulness, admiration, perfection, and good fortune. On the other hand, white camellias are regarded to bring bad luck in Japan since they are associated with death and mourning.

-> Division 07: Iris

The flower insignia of the 7th division is the iris (Iris japonica) which is known as ayame (菖蒲) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower signifies courage. Its meanings in hanakotoba include glad tidings, loyalty, messages, hope, graciousness as well and kindness of the heart. In Western floriography, they symbolise hope, faith, friendship, wisdom, royalty, valour and messages.

-> Division 08: Crane flower

The flower insignia of the 8th division is the Crane flower (Strelitzia) which is also called the Bird of Paradise flower. In Japan, it is known as the Gokurakuchouka (ゴクラクチョウカ ). Its Japanese and English names are derived from the flower’s resemblance to a family of tropical birds native to New Guinea called Paradisaeidae. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower represents “everything that is obtained”. The phrases "date in love" and "pretentious in love" are its hanakotoba meanings. The exotic appearance of the flower, which is compared to a person in love, is considered to be the basis of these connotations. In Western floriography, the crane flower symbolizes magnificence, faithfulness, excellence, success and well as having joy in the face of both challenges and successes alike. Additionally, they also symbolize freedom due to the flower’s resemblance to a bird in flight. The Crane flower is native to South Africa where it holds the meanings of freedom, success, loyalty, thoughtfulness, immortality, love and optimism.

-> Division 09: White poppy

The flower insignia of the 9th division is the white poppy (Arctomecon merriamii) which is known as shiroi popī (白いポピー) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower symbolizes oblivion. Its meanings in hanakotoba are sleep and oblivion. In Western floriography. White poppies represent sleep and peaceful rest. They are associated with faith and the concept of the soul's eternal life, and they also serve as a symbol of remembrance for deceased loved ones. Given that white flowers are symbolic of purity; white poppies are a symbol of restful sleep, pleasant dreams and renewal.

-> Division 10: Daffodil

The flower insignia of the 10th division is the daffodil (Narcissus) which is known as suisen (水仙) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower signifies mystery and egoism. Its meanings in hanakotoba include self-love and self-esteem. Yellow daffodils in particular are linked to the phrases "come back to me" and "I want you to love me again." In English floriography, daffodils represent self-love, respect, egoism, and unrequited love. In contrast with the aforementioned negative connotations, daffodils also represent strength, overcoming hardships, and the arrival of success and wealth. White flowers typically symbolize purity—however white daffodils signify a desire for transformation.

-> Division 11: Yarrow

The flower insignia of the 11th division is the yarrow (Achillea alpina) which is known as nokogiri (鋸草) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower signifies fighting. Its additional meanings in hanakotoba include bravery and healing. The yarrow is a symbol of bravery in Western floriography, particularly in times of war, and wearing it is said to bestow courage and protection. The yarrow is also said to represent everlasting love, healing and good health because of its medicinal properties. Its Japanese name, “nokogiri”, translates to “saw grass” and is presumably derived from how the tooth-like shape of a saw’s teeth resembles the plant’s bipinnate/tripinnate leaves.

-> Division 12: Thistle

The flower insignia of the 12th division is the thistle (Cirsium spp.) which is known as azami (アザミ) in Japanese. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower signifies vengeance, strictness and independence. Its meanings in hanakotoba are independence, retaliation, sternness and “do not touch”. In western floriography, thistles symbolise austerity, nobility of character, independence and misanthropy. In the Victorian era, the gift of thistle flowers served as a warning against unwanted meddling. These flowers are incorporated in the expression “as prickly as a thistle” which describes someone who is easily enraged, particularly in the face of criticism. As Scotland’s national flower, thistles represent bravery, luck and strength. Thistles are referred to as the "flower of the sun" and the "herb of the witches" in the Basque area of France. It is said that thistles provide protection from evildoers and witchcraft because witches are said to be unable to look directly at the sun.

-> Division 13: Snowdrop

The flower insignia of the 13th division is the snowdrop (Galanthus nivalis) which is known as the sunōdoroppu (スノードロップ) and the matsuyukisou (待雪草) in Japan. According to the official Bleach lore, this flower represents hope. Its meanings in hanakotoba are hope and consolation. In Western floriography, the snowdrop represents purity, rebirth, sympathy and hope. A single snowdrop was seen by the Victorians as a symbol of death and was unlucky to bring into a home. On the other hand, the snowdrop is also associated with rebirth, springtime, and the ability to overcome life's challenges. The snowdrop blooms from mid to late January as winter slowly begins to end thereby reminding us that there is light at the end of the tunnel. It reminds us all that if we put our minds to it, we can achieve great things in life. It also serves as a reminder of change and represents a willingness to grow. Snowdrops are thus often gifted to those trying to move forward from sadness and negativity.

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[If you liked this post, check out part 1 (here) and part 2 (here)... Also, here's the link to my directory of other hanakotoba analysis posts (here)]

[P.S. Here is the final part of my hanakotoba analysis on Bleach. I kept things brief and didn't go into how each flower suits each squad, captain and vice-captain primarily because of time constraints... Also, I doubt anyone wanted to do that much reading lol... I'll happily elaborate and answer any questions in the comments though...]

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lazulirus · 2 years ago

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Fair Play

• The things you had to do as a law student... for sure you didn’t expect to descend into the infamous Night Raven College to argue with one of their dorm leaders.

• Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x reader (gender-neutral) (not MC) • Genre: fluff • Word Count: 4.6k • Warnings: none • Note: aka Lazu using her dubious law knowledge for fun

It seemed like a law student never had vacations.

Sure, for some being able to go through the historical halls of Night Raven College would be better than a visit to any tropical country or rest in the best hotels. You would probably enjoy it too, if it weren’t for the stressed student leading you through the never-ending corridors, the silly anemone on his head the only colour in the gloomy school. His glances towards you were like spells you could never dream of using - sharing that stress of his with you. But despite that, you gave him a smile every time he looks back; the lawyer should always be levelheaded.

“So… Casey. What does he look like?” The meaningless question was better than the tension created by the silence between you two - the jazz music from the cafe was annoying buzzing rather than a kind distraction.

“White hair, in a stupid suit like all Octavinelle students, you’ll recognise him by a shit-eating grin.”

“Hm~ You described him so nicer just a few days ago.”

“Because I didn’t know he was a scammer then!” When a few clients and workers - either wearing distinctive hats or anemones - shot him a glance he got timid, and added in a whisper: “I just now see the red flags, okay? Just, don’t trust his looks.”

“Eh~? Little fry is late for his shift~!”

The arguing between Casey and a ridiculously tall man dressed loosely in a suit becomes another background noise. The pleading of being innocent and menacing cackling were drawing the attention of others, but people were quick to look away as if looking at the tall student for too long was like a curse. Maybe it was? You wondered, your gaze jumping from one twin to another - the second one a bit less scary looking - you didn’t know very well how magic worked after all.

“And you have to be our esteemed guest,” This twin, despite face being the same, was way more elegant and with a soothing aura; it was proof of how much a well-kept attire could do. You stealthily take a glance at your clothes, wondering if you were underdressed for the occasion; all of them in suits, maybe Octavinelle being a mafia wasn’t a joke. “I’m Jade Leech and that–” He gestures towards the twin who was dragging your guide towards the kitchen. “–was my brother Floyd.”

You nodded, giving your name that they probably already knew. The eccentric Headmaster you met a day prior promised to give them all the needed information. “Azul is waiting for you in the VIP room. Shall we?” Before you could do anything more than nod, Jade’s hand was between your shoulder blades as he guided you between tables. There was nothing to be scared of, at least you tried to make yourself think that. Azul was around your age, and sure, he was in prestige school with the future to be an outstanding mage, but at the end of the day, he was just a student. It wasn’t like you will compete with him on the ground of magic and spells, you were almost equal!

Those thoughts quickly left your head as the grand VIP room suffocated you with its brilliance, and Azul overwhelmed you with his mere presence. Calm and collected, already sitting on one of the couches, his presence perfect from the tilt of the hat to the shine of his boots. Meanwhile, you can only clutch onto the strap of your bag; hesitating.

“Ah, Welcome! I’m Azul Ashengrotto, the dorm leader of Octavinelle, although I’m certain you already knew that.” Like a true gentleman, he stood up to greet you, the light sparkling delicately in his glasses. You no longer were surprised that so many idiots had fallen for his charm, not when such pretty lips were letting out such a smooth, calming voice.

Your looks were a little plain, but Azul was smarter than to judge a book by its cover - there was a reason why Crowley would allow you to visit Night Raven Collegue outside of events. Especially on such short notice, as only yesterday he was informed about the visit. A noble? An esteemed mage? You weren’t someone who Azul recognised and it only made him more intrigued; the mystery caused fascination and hopefully many opportunities.

Jade leaves you two for a moment, short enough to only allow you to sit on the opposite sides of the table but long enough for him to return with a steaming hot pot of tea. As the butler-like student - you wondered if it was in his nature or was it a role he took in this bizarre place - was pouring it into the cups, Azul spoke up:

“I don’t usually grant wishes for outsiders, but since our kind Headmaster allowed it–”

“Oh, I’m not here for your deals.” You open the laptop on your lap, the white pages of the documents illuminating your face even so slightly. “I’m here to represent my cousin - Casey, first-year student of Heartslabyul, and prove that your contract was unfair; null and void.”

The tea pours over the cup.

“...Excuse me?” Jade fumbles with the napkins, correcting his mistake as his intrigued gaze jumps from you to dumbfounded Azul. “Is this some kind of a joke?”

“No. Mister Crowley didn’t tell you?” It was the only reason why the headmaster allowed you to enter - he believed a student could find a similar language with another student. “Casey gave me all the information he could, although I was disappointed to know you didn’t give him a copy of the contract. It’s a bad practice.” Looking for proper articles would be easier with the contract, but you didn’t have time to demand a rightful copy; you had to work with what you had. …Which wasn’t much.

“This… this is unacceptable,” He said adjusting his glasses, and there was no longer kindness in his expression, the blues eyes glaring at you. “I should have been informed that it will be this kind of meeting.”

“I think it’s fine. Your clients also came unprepared.”

“We never turned away anyone who came with assistance to understand Azul’s service in a more in-depth manner,” Jade chimed in, standing behind the dorm leader like a shadow, “the fact that no one ever came with such help is a problem beyond our control.”

As you ignore Jade’s comment and kept yourself busy with preparing all the information and opening all needed Codes, Azul was sweating. It wasn’t visible, just a few pearls hidden by the shade of the fedora, but it was there; reminding him of his own anxiety. Way too many students came to his doors full of teeth and claws but always with more bark than bite - only able to scream and moan about how all of it was unfair. But you came silently, sitting in front of him with the calmness of a true outsider; no matter the results, it won’t truly affect you. other students were just crabs and snails, but you were a wave; unaffected by a tiny octopus.

Azul adjust his glasses again, despite them being perfect like everything in his little sand castle - or so he thought as now it felt like a wave was coming. Creeping, inching slowly but quietly, like a silence before a storm.

“The fact that you’re both minors should make this contract null from the beginning,” Azul takes a deep breath and counts to four. “Unless I’m mistaken? Casey said that you’re seventeen.” Five heartbeats before he let out his breath.

“It is true… Although I wouldn’t agree with the former statement.” And there he was, with the voice lacking the grand intonations from the beginning but also not as hasty as the moment before. Calm and collected, making you raise an eyebrow even so slightly; was his nickname of octopus coming from how quickly he changes his act like a camouflage? “It was an agreement that provided him with notes for exams, it’s simply a minor matter of everyday life for a student.”

“Article twenty of Civil Law Code if I remember correctly.” Jade allowed himself to walk behind you, the coach still separating the two of you, but his face was uncomfortably close as his fingers skimmed over your laptop’s keyboard, quickly finding the needed article. “[A person limited in the capacity for legal action may, without the consent of the statutory representative, conclude contracts belonging to contracts commonly concluded in a minor current matter of everyday life.]” From the corner of your eye, you could see eerily close how his lips bend in a delicate smile.

“However,” You say, your lips trembling to not form into a scoff; you scroll up to reveal another paragraph, Jade’s eyes looking with interest. “[When a person incapable of legal acts has entered into an agreement belonging to the agreements commonly concluded in minor matters of everyday life, such an agreement becomes valid upon its implementation, unless it entails gross detriment to the person incapable of legal acts.] Don’t you think having him work for till he graduates is a bit excessive? I think it’s grossly big punishment that doesn’t suit the crime.”

“Punishment? Crime? I think you’ve misunderstood something.” Azul said, spreading his hands with a pained expression; as if your words hurt his very pride. “It was a fair agreement. The article you cited - article fourteen I believe? Excuse me for being unsure if it’s the first or second paragraph - only works for a person incapable of legal acts. Given that your dear cousin is seventeen he has limited capacity for legal actions. Thus, he was well in his right to agree to this contract and fully aware of what he was agreeing upon.”

“Still…” You mumbled before taking a sip of the tea; it was better than you expected. “Tilia tea with raspberries, I’m delighted you’re enjoying it.” Azul chimed in with a smile that could almost make you forget how scummy he was… scummy with a good taste, though. It was impressive and a bit unnerving how quickly he saw the change in your expression, despite how soft it was. The clank of porcelain was the only answer Azul got as you put the cup back down.

“Anyway, I still think your contract is unfair.” Azul raises his eyebrow, both surprised and amused by your fighting spirit; with a nod he encourages you to go on. “First of all, let’s make it clear: The first part were you giving study guides in exchange for… talents; magic; something like this. Then the idio– Casey,” Azul chuckles but hides it quickly by coughing into his fist, you don’t even notice as you look through the Code. “I guess we can say that him getting high marks thanks to your guide was like a promotion of the item…" You mumbled the last part more to yourself, but Azul could hear every word. As you go through your notes about the case, Azul couldn’t help but stare a little - what a peculiar case you were yourself. You didn’t come here with empty arguments - like many others, throwing accusations and trying to ‘gotcha’ Azul without a second thought - you were actually thinking. Not only selfishly looking from only your perspective but also his, like just now, already saying argument he had on the back of his tongue. Trying so hard to predict his next move… Oh, what a shame it was you weren’t part of the student body.

“Since he didn’t fulfil his part of the agreement the punishment was being your slave–”

"No no, they aren't slaves.” Azul said with a chuckle; you didn’t find it funny at all. “I would say they're high-class workers on contract work.”

“They even get employee dinners," Jade commented.

“Contract work requires wages but since they’re working off their debt to you for failing their part of the agreement I won’t even go into that…” Peculiar and intelligent, how refreshing to talk with someone on his level and avoid unnecessary squabble. “But still, since it’s Mutual Agreement, tell me, [The debtor is obliged to repair the damage resulting from lack of service or improper service of the obligation,] how my cousin passing with not enough points was damaging and working to the bone in your cafe is repairing those damages?”

“Well, that’s rather simple. I spent ages creating that guidebook, I also had to sacrifice my time to prepare the contract and make the deal with your cousin. All that time could be used for managing the Monstro Lounge. Since Casey didn’t uphold his part of the agreement, he wasted my time.” Those blue eyes of his became a bit sharper, the smile gaining another layer, more cunning and mocking “And as you said, his results being unimpressive hurts the reputation of my precious guides. If I can’t profit from them, I have to put more work into the cafe. Would you buy a guide if it only guaranteed to pass the exams with mediocre results?”

“If I was desperate, sure. As far as I know, only this type of people came to you.” It earned a chuckle out of Jade, but his gloved hand wasn’t quick enough to cover the sharp teeth peeking out. The predatory feature makes you gulp, wondering if Jade was really needed for the discussion - it was probably fair that he was helping since Azul wasn’t informed, but his creepy behaviour was making you uneasy. His two-coloured eyes catch your gaze and your heart became heavy when he smiles even wider; sharp razor teeth. This for sure was intimidation!

You still wondered how anyone could fall for such a contract - especially given in such a shady environment and company! Casey praised his ‘secret help’ since the moment he got it, he wouldn’t shut up about it every time you messaged each other. At first, you praised him, proud that he was getting serious about exams for once, but after learning in detail about the contract you didn’t know if you should strangle him or worse. If Azul’s guide was so good, why would he gamble on Casey getting into the top 50 results? He would have to either believe that Casey won’t use it, was too stupid or knew that despite the guide, getting such high marks was… impossible.

“paragraph two of article three hundred eighty-seven… [A party that knew about the impossibility of the service at the time of concluding the contract, and did not correct the other party's wrong assumptions, is obliged to repair the damage that the other party suffered because it concluded the contract without knowing about the impossibility of service.]”

“Oh my, that’s quite the accusation.” His chuckle was irritating, and the smugness was written all over, but the corners of his lips didn’t reach blue eyes showing his disappointment, his opponent turned out to be nothing more than another whining crab. “It’s harsh to say that the conditions I gave to my clients were impossible…”

“I talked with one of Casey’s friends,” you attack quickly, “Ace, I think? He and his other friends quoted that you had esteemed that with your guide, Ace should get at least 90 points.”

“That’s relatively a lot for someone afraid he won’t pass at all, no? I think it only proves how useful my guide is.”

“He got 92 and despite that failed the contract requirements. So you knew that he won’t be able to archive the goal of being in the top 50.”

“I said that we will get at least, so that means–”

“How many people had your help? Casey said that there were around two hundred students; that’s already quite the competition and to that, we have to count other naturally gifted students. The dorm leaders already take seven spots… To that we can count the vice dorm leaders, I can bet they’re as talented as dorm leaders since they got that title, so it would be 14 spots out of 50… that leaves 36 spots! And that’s not counting other smart students without the titles!”

“Indeed, the 30 students on top of the list had perfect marks; five hundred points, among them, were dorm leaders: Riddle Rosehearts, Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit or Azul Ashengrotto.” Jade added and even his dorm leader’s glare - one screaming Traitor! - couldn’t shut him up nor make him stop smiling.

You cross your arms. If those with the guides had around 90 points, getting even on the 50th place was impossible - not even a challenge, it was a dream! Not doable, not achievable no matter how hard one would try. “Don’t you think it counts as impossible?”

“Even if…” Azul avoids your gaze, but quickly returns - he would rather look at your alluring confidence than the irritating enjoyment of Jade. “They were aware of the knowledge that dorm leaders have to exhibit. And when it comes to clients, I couldn’t simply inform them of others forming the same contract. Details such as who made and what contract they made with me and why it was made; that's all privileged data, a matter of client confidentiality.” He gains back his confidence, yet he adjusts his glasses once again. “It was written on page 59; details about confidentiality. To put it simply, none of the sides can talk about the details of the contract until it’s finalised. I was simply abiding by the contract for the sake of my clients.”

“So the contract was faulty,” You tilt your head to the side. “No? If you tell them, you break the contract and if you don’t, you break the law. No matter what you do you can’t legally fulfil your obligations.”

Azul exchanged glances with Jade, the blue gaze was alarmed and didn’t resemble the amusement in mismatched colours. Then, he looks even worse, pale and almost sick when his companion smiles at him, oh so kindly.

“Oh my, I see that this conversation might go on for a while longer,” he picks up the cold and half-full cups. “I’ll go fetch more tea.”

“Jade–!” But the door was already closed, leaving the two of you alone. You try to keep yourself busy even though your constant writing was nothing more than nonsense lines of letters. You didn’t want to meet Azul’s glare. It was heavy, annoyed - no, mad, and you couldn’t blame him for that reaction… but also couldn’t spare him.

“It would be way easier if we had a judge or something…” You mumbled, the clicking of the keyboard filling the room. “Uh, the Heartsbyul has a lot of rules, right? I think their dorm leader would be good to resolve this matter fairly, at least Casey said that he is all about fairness and rules.”

It was not a good idea. At all. Making it public that his contracts were nothing but perfect and watertight… A cold sweat collected on Azul’s skin. If they learn of it - those fools, idiots that just want to slack and then beg for help - all of them will come back with the same excuse, all of them will think of him as the fool they can screw over. Mockery from Leona, judgment from Riddle…

“I’m sure we can come to an agreement.” He said a bit too quickly, and he sees the tower of his sand castle crumbling under the water as you smile at him first time since you came here. It was sickly sweet; pretty. “I cannot release all of my debtors from the contracts due to that, but I can–”

“Nah, I don’t care about that.” You cut him off, shrugging. “I just want my cousin out of this.” You weren’t working pro bono, which came as a surprise, although it shouldn’t. He got so used to everyone in this school having an ulterior motive, a second face that he foolishly thought that outsiders might not be like that - your similarity to him was more prominent than Azul expected, or perhaps selfishness was simply a trait of all land and sea dwellers.

“Then… I release Casey from under the contract and in exchange,” he disregards your scoff with deliberate ignorance, “I would like consultations with you.” You noted already that Azul smiles a lot, no matter if the cards were in his favour or not - whenever he had to fake a good hand or really had it. It was fascinating how such a young man was able to control himself so skillfully, that his words were so soft; innocent; like gentle music but you heard a screech on the melody.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” And to your surprise, the scummy businessman doesn’t seem annoyed.

“I want you to look through my next contracts; find any oversights.” A rather easy request, no?

“Only once a week, and I don’t want to rewrite or fix them, just point them out. And I’ll do it with the duty of care expected from a mere student.” Seemingly, yes, but there was so much more. Pointing out that you were a mere student was important – that way Azul couldn’t expect from you the knowledge and skills matching those of a lawyer. Range of your duties, how often and for how long… From the way he was so tight-lipped with those informations, you could guess other students didn’t ask for them, probably. Were all of them all stupid as Casey?

“Hah~ Once a week is for sure a reasonable request, given how busy we are as students.” The light reflects beautifully in Azul’s glasses as he gets up, like a playful wink that would match the self-satisfied smirk; it makes you feel as if you didn’t have the upper hand. The metallic groan of the safe, the clacking of perfectly polished shoes and the view of the white-as-snow glove that contrasted strongly with the golden contract. It all was like a movie experience, way too pristine and perfect, even Azul’s lulling voice:

“Here is Casey’s contract. It will become null the moment we sign ours.” He lays the contract on his desk; enough to be in your view but far away for him to feel safe. “I’ll admit, I’m impressed with your knowledge, no one before fought so well against my contracts.” After a moment of shock, you smile faintly.

“The feeling is mutual.” Your eyes were focused on putting the laptop into the case, making sure to not scrap it with the zip. “...I kinda admire your work. I mean, it’s not very fair towards others, but it’s just school stuff so… I just want to say I’m impressed with that stun you pulled.” The pen stopped, and Azul’s gaze moved towards you. Sitting behind the great, wooden desk, you felt like a student in front of a teacher; he was perfect just like the moment you first saw him, composed to the point you could think the conversation never occurred, the deal between you was never made. As he doesn’t comment - you’re not sure if Azul even blinked - you started to ramble, flustered. “Just, I’m sure it’s not easy to pull something like this. Over two hundred students? And you actually helped them pass? And it was so hard to find any problem with your contracts! No wonder you get nicknamed an octopus, you’re as smart as one!”

“I am an octopus, though…?” He blurted out.

“What?”

“Have you never heard of mermen?” Your awe-struck face makes Azul chuckle way more honestly than he ever expected himself to do. You were so crafty yet so ignorant about the basic magic part of this world; he would be offended that such a person beat him in his own game if it wasn’t this fascinating. It felt like losing a game of chess to Floyd - unexpected, but only awakening a craving to figure out the bizarre way of thinking of his opponent. “There are a few of us in Night Raven College, me included.”

The gleam of excitement in your eyes was also Floyd-like - Azul thought before getting back to writing; the first letter, fresh with ink was shaky. “Woah~! Now all of Casey’s rambling make sense.”

“He also mentioned you.” Azul smiled fondly. “He threatened me with his lawyer cousin and how here I am, regretting I didn’t take him more seriously.” Maybe then he wouldn’t have an upcoming headache from stress, but he also wouldn’t meet such an interesting person. “It’s a shame that person of your talents wasn’t lucky to join us here, you would make a great addition to the Octavinelle.” Such sweet words, made of honey; the sweetness seeping into you, making your heart heavy with pride and cheeks warm. Inviting you to get closer, stand in front of Azul, your hip resting on the side of the desk.

“Perhaps…” His writing becomes slower, the letter slightly heavier as Azul takes his time writing each of them. “After we’re done with this, I could show you around, the College is pleasingly quiet around this hour.” The way he glances at you, his big eyes barely visible makes your heart skip a beat and your tongue goes limp in your mouth. He wanted to spend more time with you?

The paper was pushed towards you, but Azul doesn’t lose eye contact, maybe for a moment when he averts his gaze, his smile apologetic. “Although I still have after-class activities… The headmaster should be kind enough to look the other way if you would be willing to join me there, it’s nothing magic-related.”

There was only a buzz in your head; a mix of excitement and fluster. A tour around the Night Raven, taking part in their activities, even if they weren’t the real classes - it all was unreal, too good to be true someone would say. But when the stress of the encounter left you, leaving only sweet praise and an even sweeter smile from a handsome man, it was hard to not take the pen and the opportunity.

“No way.” His smile drops and so does all the glow and splendor around him. You barely stop a scowl, unsure if you should even point it at the shady man or the paper. “I’ll be around for the following days. I’ll come to read and sign the contract personally, no need for Casey to be the middle man.”

“I was only looking out for you.” Azul’s tone was just a bit colder, even though still kind, he no longer was shy or rather no longer acted like it. “No need for you to waste your time on the formalities.” It was said without any malice, you weren’t even sure if you could hear mocking in his voice.

“It is kinda my future job.” You scoffed, no longer able to hide the disgust and your anger grew stronger when Azul didn’t even flinch. “I guess the offer is no longer valid, so–”

“I was serious about showing you around.” Azul cuts in, muffling the noise of crumbling paper, just a flash of disappointment on his face when the unfulfilled scheme goes to the trash. It was a good plan, but perhaps the execution of it wasn’t worth it; now his heart was rowdy, and blood hummed in his ears. “My praise wasn’t a lie. I truly admire your skills.” But the honey no longer allured you, even if looked so well.

“Then you can treat me to some cake when I get back to sign the thing.” You suggested, no, demanded before outreaching your hand with another order. “Your phone.” Azul raised an eyebrow.

“Is this extortion?”

“It’s writing my number.” You fought yourself to not smile at his completely-lame joke. “Unless you want me to come over every day to check if you’re done?”

His heart skip a beat.

“Gladly.”

#•String of fate #Azul Ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland azul #twst #twst azul #azul x reader #beware of law ramble

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project-sekai-facts · 8 months ago

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OH HI re: that other anon I id'd and looked up the meanings of all the flowers :3

kasa:

blue anemone - firm pledge, gifts to friends/lovers whom which you have made important promises.

clivia - nobility, sincerity

easter lily - purity, dignity, sweetness

emu:

orange coneflower - loveliness, purity, justice

daisy - hope, happiness. also worth noting it seems like this daisy specifically is a shasta daisy, which is a hybrid; its scientific name is leucanthemum × superbum, similar to the way wonderlands × showtime is formatted. emu also came up with this formatting for their troupe name

garden star of bethlehem - purity

nene:

red rose - passion, love, beauty

peony (I was so unsure about this but) - shyness, bashfulness, compassion

white plum blossom - nobleness, loyalty, patience, elegance

rui:

orchid - elegance and beauty, but also lots of meanings to the effect of; unchanging love, i will never forget you, forever with you, a special person, etc. it all kinda depends on species and color but I can't for the life of me identify these specific ones

pacific trillium - wisdom, profound beauty

elderflower - innocent, soothing, compassionate

Thank you!! Those meanings mostly fit really well clpl is really good at picking out flowers for card art

#asks #cards #wonderlands x showtime

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mythos321 · 5 months ago

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Third of those WoF x Persona character descriptions

Tsunami of The Sea Kingdom

Codename: Skull, which was thought up by Clay and Turtle

Arcana:The Chariot

Birthdate: 5005 AS on the Brightest Night

Persona: The Infamous Pirate Empress Ching Shih! it can also turn into the Ultimate form as The Wrathful Deity and King of the Sea, Poseidon!(as opposed to The infamous pirate Captain Kidd)

Backstory: Tsunami is the same brash Seawing that we know and love from the main universe, even with her different upbringing. Having been raised in the seawing palace alongside her brothers and sisters. She always felt like her mother under appreciated her, even if she tried to push that feeling down.

Things got worse however after Whirlpool was around more and assigned as her teacher. Whirlpool constantly pushed Tsunamis buttons and worked her to the bone in a clear attempt to set her off for reasons Tsunami didn’t quite get at the time, all she knew was she hated the guy for it. Whirlpool finally succeeded in pushing her over the edge when she was 6 and he made a comment about her father, who jaded recently died from mysterious circumstances, and she finally snapped and attacked him, and Coral rushed over to throw Tsunami off, which ended up dislocating her wing in the process. After that, Tsunami was completely done with her mother, and with some help from her older sister Orca, managed to get a place away from the royal palace.

Unfortunately for Tsunami, her ties with her mom weren’t able to end there, as Tsunami still had to attend the school where Coral and her family were a massive presence, as well as that rotten squidbrain Whirlpool. Tsunami thought she was simply in a new stage of hell, until by sheer chance she crossed paths with a certain Mudwing on her way to her first day of school

Physical Description:a difference between Tsunami and her main counterpart is she has a slightly less slim build compared to her main, and mildly “less elegant” in her build as her mother puts it. She also has a slight limp to her wing because of her mother, though thanks to Clay this becomes better over time. She used to wear strands of pearls but since the incident before she crushed them and turned them into little glitter on a jacket she wears.

Personality:Tsunami is largely the same personality wise to her main counterpart, with one difference being a more upfront sense of right and wrong, and also not liking her mother at all due to having the displeasure of growing up with her.

Goals:To change the hearts of all the shitty adults in charge all around Pyrrhia, and spread around the Phantom Thieves and make them grow. A more simple goal for her is to change the heart of her mother, even if Tsunami tries to deny that want.

Trivia

-Tsunami likes 2 members of her family, her younger sister anemone, and her big sister Orca, in particular with Orca because of how they’re both “disappointments”

-Tsunami thinks her mothers writings for the most part is awful, but there is one story she actually likes, “The Missing Prince”, which from what she recalls was written when an egg suddenly went missing from the hatchery, the reason she likes it is because she feels it’s the ONLY writing of Corals with any true weight behind it

-Tsunami considers Clay not only her best friend but the closest thing she has to real family

-Before her injury Tsunami was one of the best swimmers and flyers around, though she is slowly regaining that ability

-Tsunami is still tone deaf and can’t sing for crap, in fact she’s somehow WORSE, the only one who tolerates her singing is Clay, and even he usually needs a skill check on it

-As far as Tsunamis concerned, all she needs is a blunt weapon when in mementos, even when she uses a trident she uses it more like a hammer than anything(even though some of her allies point out a trident is “stabby stabby” not “bashey bashey”)

#wings of fire #wof x persona au #tsunami wof #tsunami wings of fire #wof #wof au #I’ll try and make the first Scarlet drawing tonight and post it tomorrow #honestly looking forward to it #wings of fire au #To the 5 legitimate Coral fans I apologize please don’t kill me-#no apologies to any groompool fans though

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caramel-whiskeys-writing · 1 year ago

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Black Butler Preference ~ The Flowers They Bring You

Black Butler Masterlist

Sebastian

Peony meaning: bashfulness

Orchid meaning: elegance & beauty

Ivy meaning: fidelity & attachment

Dahlia meaning: eternal love & commitment

Anemone meaning: forsaken love

Ciel

Violet meaning: modesty

Pansy meaning: you occupy my thoughts

Lily of the Valley meaning: the return of happiness

Laurel meaning: glory, victory & success

Apple blossom meaning: preference pair with pansy to show

the recipient you're thinking of them

Grell

Red rose meaning: love

Pink tulip meaning: I declare my love for you

Oleander meaning: caution

Foxglove meaning: riddles & secrets

Amaryllis meaning: pride

Claude

Snapdragon meaning: presumption

Poppy meaning: eternal sleep

Hemlock meaning: death

Camellia meaning: longing for you

Belladonna meaning: silence

William

Sweet William meaning: gallantry

Rosemary meaning: remembrance & wisdom pair with honeysuckle

to indicate commitment to a relationship

Oak meaning: bravery pair with Sweet William for someone you admire

Honeysuckle meaning: devotion & affection

Clover meaning: good luck

Requests?

#writing #write #writer #written #wattpad #writers #black butler sebastian #black butler #black butler william #black butler ciel #black butler grell #black butler claude #sebastian michaelis #sebastian x reader #grell x reader #grell sutcliff #claude faustus #william t spears #fanfiction

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lovebillyhargrove · 1 year ago

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"I got uh .. I got a gift for you, pretty boy."

Steve thought he'd heard Billy's steps. He was right.

Steve's turning around and there he is, fiery and electric, wrapped in the gold of his hair, tanned cheeks a bit pinkish as if he's .. embarrassed?

Billy's holding something behind his back, eyes cast down.

"Do you want me to guess what it is?"

Billy scoffs

"Never thought that autumn would be so dorky, wishing to play silly games and all."

Billy's drawing lines (or are they hearts?) in the warm dust on the road with his big toe.

"Here. It's the last summer flowers. They'll stop blooming soon."

He's holding out an enormous flower crown made of simple white daisies and little yellow buttercups, timid sky blue, pink and indigo cornflowers, tiny field carnations bringing splashes of bright fuchsia colour into the mix, baby blue eyes shyly peeking through the lush green of leaves and stems and stalks, carefully and neatly interwoven into a summer work of art. Soft and elegant red anemones. A couple of scarlet poppies, bigger than any other flower in size but petals still so tender and fragile. Delicate wild pansies in a palette of colours, sweet heavy clover heads, gentle melancholic bluebells, light-pink cuckoo-flowers, bright blue sprinkles of meadow gentians .. all exuding the subtly intoxicating aroma of hot and sultry summer meadows,

Glowing, as if entwined with the dreamy rays of sunshine.

Bumblebees busily buzzing and humming all around it.

Billy waves his hand a couple of times

"Shoo!"

Bumblebees remain undisturbed.

"Thought you'd look even prettier in it."

Steve's still looking at the heap of flowers, noticing some fragrant white china roses among the other flowers

"Are these also from the meadow?"

Billy's cheeks become even pinkier.

"I uh .. I might've raided that old lady's garden where you always hang out with the birds at the back fence?"

Billy's pausing

"So .. you want it or not?"

"I would love to have it. It is beautiful and such skillful work."

Billy's cheeks are definitely red now, mixed with that tan.

He shoves the flower crown to Steve's hollowed-out chest and runs away.

***

Some time later

Steve grew a small flowerbed of billy buttons.

He invited the summer to come take a look.

"It's nothing fancy. But they look like little suns and remind me of you. And they've got your name."

Harringrove seasons au by the amazingly talented @akioukun which remains the source of inspiration 💖

@dragonflylady77 thank you for your kind help ❤️

#harringrove #harringrove seasons au #billy x steve #summer billy x autumn steve #harringrove fic

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vandaliatraveler · 1 year ago

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Summer on the Deckers Creek Trail in Preston County.

From top: wild bergamot (Monarda fistulosa), whose fragrant odor permeates the trail in late July; downy skullcap (Scutellaria incana), an adorable perennial mint that clumps gregariously with wild bergamot; buttonbush (Cephalanthus occidentalis), easily identified by its pincushion-like flowers; Canada lily (Lilium canadense), which can be distinguished from the very similar Turk's-cap lily by petals that don't reflex past the flower's base; the elegant tall thimbleweed (Anemone virginiana), named after the thimble-shaped mound of pistils at the center of its flower; white meadowsweet (Spiraea alba), a lovely native spiraea that grows in damp meadows; and summer phlox (Phlox paniculata), also known as fall phlox, because it blooms prolifically from late July through September.

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the-kr8tor · 2 months ago

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Mama Tea'N'Crumpets is just enjoying the fact her children aren't climbing all over her for once hehe

Daily Hobie HC! Aquarium date with Hobie because those aquatic tunnels just hit different.

Although going to an aquarium might've been called a 'basic date idea', Hobie was still feeling pretty excited by the fact you had suggested it. Even if it wasn't his usual idea for a date, spending time with you by his side already made it worth it.

Little did he know he was going to be more interested than he thought. The moment Hobie looked up to see the hanging skeletal structure of a hammerhead shark, his hand squeezed yours lovingly, before chuckling as you tugged him along to see the fishes.

He didn't need to focus on the large tank to see what was happening, your eyes showing him all he needed to see as the way the blue illuminated your features made him wonder how he got so lucky.

As the two of you moved along, you both went down some stairs into the winding aquatic tunnel, which lead to the penguins and seals. While in the tunnel, a large ray glided over, causing Hobie's eyes to widen in sudden surprise and watch as the ray floated off.

You couldn't help but laugh fondly at his shock, able to tell that he was caught off-guard by the large, elegant sea creature suddenly casting a shadow. Hobie watches as you wander off deeper into the tunnel, before following along after hearing you call out for him, wanting to show him the anemones.

Hobie teases your pronunciation for a few moments by repeating after you with 'an enemy' instead of anemone, his hand resting upon your waist as you roll your eyes at his antics. He leans down to press a peck to your temple, before mischievously patting your ass and speed-walking ahead with a smirk.

First, the penguins. You've never seen Hobie get so excited about penguins, yet it was oddly adorable knowing something like a penguin could make him smile. Of course, nothing could make him smile like you did, but penguins were probably somewhere close to the top on that list.

While you read off the information stand about the penguins, or pretended to, Hobie was uncontrollably smiling and chuckling at the baby penguins that had hatched in the earlier weeks, watching them run around and fall.

Hobie couldn't help but point them out to you at least for a few minutes after you had told him that it was time to move onto the seals and continue venturing through the aquarium, before interlocking his hands with yours and continuing. Though, you could've sworn you saw him wave goodbye at them.

The seals were under the water for this trip, swimming around and being awfully curious about the onlookers, especially Hobie, considering his style and jewelry. Some of them swam over to even follow Hobie until the edge of the tank as he walked off, causing the two of you to not be able to stop laughing and joking about his soon-to-be army of seals and penguins.

One of the most interesting sections of the aquarium was the fact that before the cafe and gift shops, was an ancient museum-type exhibit, showing holograms of certain sea creatures suspected to have been alive due to fossil evidence, which the largest one was the megalodon.

It was fascinating reading about the theories and possible evolution chains of the extinct animals, and you couldn't help but wish you could snap a mental picture of Hobie trying to figure one of the fossils out himself, a hand absentmindedly coming up to lay against his chin.

The sound of your smug chuckles snapped him out of his trance, making teasing remarks about how its so difficult to deal with you at times as he approached, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. Hobie kissed the crown of your head, before hooking his fingers through your belt loops and continuing on forwards into the gift shop and cafe area, signifying the end of the trip.

It wasn't until you both were back at the boathouse, cuddling and talking about your favourite exhibits and moments, that you had revealed to Hobie a gift from the place. You had managed to nick a baby penguin plushie for him, the cute imagery of Hobie getting so fond over the little penguins replaying in your head as you watch him take it with a smile and set it down next to him, even patting the plush toy's head before wrapping his arms a little more tightly around you.

Hobie kisses all over your face as a thank you gift, before finally wrapping it all up with a gentle kiss to your lips. -🐦‍⬛

Lol she was enjoying her day off

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

GASP AN AQUARIUM DATE!!! 🥺

Yeess those aquarium tunnels do hit different but my anxious ass cannot take the thought of it cracking and suddenly breaking from above me 😣

I'd take so many pictures of Hobie in that tunnel an entire album wouldn't be enough to store all the pictures

This reminded of that one aquarium date fic i wrote some time ago!! Hobie and R kept pointing at the fishes and going: that's you! 😂 Like a couple of sillies

Yeesss he'd love the baby penguins!

Awww Hobie is secretly aquaman lmaooo

The seals are us whenever we see Hobie fanart lol

Yoo i bet he'd love one of those digging exhibits in museums where you get to dig out 'dinosaur bones'

Iqsbowzbjwsj R got him a baby penguin plushie!!! 🥺 Watch hobie take out a baby seal plushie for r!

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #hobie headcanons #daily hobie hc!!#🫶🫶🫶#🐦‍⬛ anon

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acupofqueercoffee · 2 years ago

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“Unequivocally, irrevocably”

Request by @sakura-chan-25

I actually have an angst idea in mind (at least I think it's angst?), but before that I'II give you another fluff idea: Leonora has a panic attack and reader comforts her. OR if you're not comfortable with that: Leonora has trouble with something (can't think of anything right now) and reader helps/ comforts her. Remember to take breaks, hydrate and eat something (if you haven't yet) 🥰 Bye-Bye~

so i did the panic attack one. i don’t even know who’s comforting who at this point anymore but it’s an absolute fluff fest o(>ω<)o

i’m not immune to dovesso, or dovey or anemone if you haven’t noticed yet. one way or another, i include them in my fics. quite a lot in fact :3

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“They’re bickering like an old married couple. Again.”

The old married couple in question according to Anemone are sun and moon standing side by side.

Dovey and Lesso, though more often than not found engaged in merciless repartees, are the best of friends who in fact know each other like the back of their hands.

“I’ve heard students mumbling around that you and Dovey are every bit the epitome of a black cat and a golden retriever.” You have uttered from your comfort place, lounging on the settee with your head on her lap. Meanwhile, long, languid fingers wander through a forest of your hair.

“What’s that supposed to imply?” Her query is not unkind, merely inquisitive.

“My thought exactly, and with my curiosity piqued, I asked them.”

Switching to your back from your side, you are enthralled once more by the love of your life. The spectacle of her face is nuanced by the wisps of sunlight seeping through her curls that sun drenched, looks fascinatingly golden.

“Apparently, it means that the pair of you are a match made in heaven.”

Immediately, those pretty lips twist into a scowl.

“A match made in hell’s more like it.”

After a moment, when you make not so much a sound, her finger falls atop your nose, poking you gently on the tip. “Come now sweetheart,” Those elegant digits find themselves on your cheek next, caressing you with the tenderness of silk. “…the only golden retriever I’ll willingly, gladly keep by my side is you. Dovey is…” She does a little gesture with her hand, considering for a moment. “…an obnoxious little dove that I have no choice but to tolerate.”

She reads you like a book.

She reads Dovey like a book while Dovey also reads her like a book.

And yet, to you, she remains an enigma.

Lady Lesso, or Leo as you like to call her, has waltzed into your life with all the grandeur of an otherworldly creature. Always impeccably dressed and charismatically spoken, she is a splash of colour in your otherwise dull life which is a bit of an irony for she always wears black and white.

She is an enigma that you are all too eager to unravel. You like to believe that you are doing a reasonably good job at it, and Leo, herself tells you so, reassures you when you voice your discontent as the two of you lie in bed locked in an embrace. It all goes tumbling down once Dovey enters the scene, her best friend. Neither do you dislike her nor seeing Leo together with her. It does however instill in you a trickle of envy.

There is a special bond between the two of them that you feel is absent between you and Leo. It does not help either that everyone around them, including their students, think that the two deans compliment each other. You clearly cannot disagree more. After all, Leo is yours, your wife. It is an oath that only the two of you know which frankly, you are at peace with.

You only come into being in the school after meeting Leo, or more specifically, after becoming her wife. It is a mutual belief that divulging your relationship is not essential. Having said that, there are only so much gossips you can tolerate of your woman dating another woman. It is not that you do not trust your Leo, but you would be lying if you say that some comments do not ruffle your feathers.

An ever though you are, you are still no saint.

You watch your wife standing tall and regal beside her friend with an annoyingly cute scowl on her face. A smile that surreptitiously crawls onto your lips is beyond your control. A smile that quickly vanishes all the same when out of the blue, you are bombarded by an irresistible urge to go to your wife.

And so, you do, walking briskly towards the middle of the hall where she is conversing with some of her colleagues.

“Let me borrow Leo for a moment.” You do not stay to see their faces, grabbing your wife’s hand, and subsequently bringing her out the door with you which she follows silently, obediently.

It happens as soon as you turn a corner. While you feel the tightening of her grip on your hand, you hear the clatter of the cane as it slips out of her hand. Her breathing is hard, ragged when you turn to hold her on her waist. Your hand is yet to be freed, and she maintains a desperate grasp, brings it to her face to keep your palm pressed over her mouth.

Such hand trembles as harsh, heavy breaths are released solely out of her nose. If the way her chest rises and falls in violent heaves is not enough indication, then, the fact that her breaths become painfully, increasingly shallower, as her fingers go to clench her garment directly above her chest, lets you know that the little beast within its cage must be going berserk.

“I’ve got you, my Leo.” Cooing softly, your hand leaves her waist, opting instead for her hand that is clenching her suit white-knuckled tight. “I’ve got you.” After gingerly unfurling the delicate digits, you carry it over to your chest, placing it atop the rhythmic pounding of your heart. “Can you feel it? Do you feel my heart?” Your questions are gentle, whisper-soft. A response is not needed. You see it in her eyes. Her eyes that never leave yours, oh, a beautiful stormy grey dewy with the promise of rain.

Whereas your hand keeps hers flatly, firmly pressed against your sternum, her hand keeps yours pressed over her lips. As it so happens, this is very reminiscent of how she has stumbled into your quaint little coffee shop for the very first time. Since then, you have been made aware that she occassionally suffers from panic attacks.

As couples, you learn more about them, and once you become wives, you have only continued to help her through it whenever one of her attacks strikes. Leo has told you that feeling your heartbeat helps keep her grounded while breathing only through her nose keeps her heart tamer as well as hearing your voice through such predicament assuages the overall unpleasantness of it.

The sad reality is that nobody at school knows about it which is one of the reasons why you have decided to join it in the first place. The most unpredictable part about panic attacks is their unpredictability itself. And yet, your wife, as stubborn as a mule, manages to keep it hidden from her peers. It baffles you how unreasonably proud and stubborn she can be at times. It baffles you more that although her secret has been divulged unexpectedly, forcefully without her consent, she feels safe and comfortable enough in your presence to continue seeking solace from you even long before you become girlfriends.

“I didn’t even know it was coming, but you did.”

She says as the attack subsides, subsequently hiding a delicate kiss in the palm of your hand.

“I- yes. So it seems.”

“And you thought you couldn’t read me like a book?” Her hands have found home on your hips, and you rest yours on her chest, sighing when gentle thumbs begin caressing your hipbones. “My darling, you foresaw something that I couldn’t even feel.”

“It’s strange.” You say, snake your arms around her back. “I felt strange…you know…like a, like a-”

“Intuition.”

The pair of you conclude in unison.

You gaze up at her as she gazes down at you, drowning in each other’s eyes.

After a while, you utter a soft “Yes.”

“I feel it too…” She is musing at you with a smile on her face, milky-warm and honey-sweet. “…when it comes to you, my darling. It is a special bond between you and me. No one can understand me better than you do.”

A finger tucks some strands of hair behind your ear. “Don’t beat yourself up.” A thumb pokes you softly on the tip of your nose. “You know me better than you believe you do.”

“My charming little golden retriever always to the rescue.”

Her forehead descends onto yours, nose touching, lips a hair’s breadth away.

“But Leo, I may have let your name slip by accident.”

“I think it’s high time we let them know that we’re for each other only. It’s not as if I enjoy seeing Anemone always glued to your side.”

There appears a snarl on her pretty lips, and as if drawn, you lean in, kissing it away as she instantly melts into your touch.

After having taken care of the lipstick stains, you return to the hall with your wife, kiss-drenched and hands intertwined. Your hands are not simply dangling between the two of your bodies. Leo has her arm looped around your waist, and where it ends, your hand meets hers, snugly woven digits resting just above your hipbone.

A message to everyone that you are hers and she is yours.

Unequivocally, irrevocably.

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i do be using these two words a lot 😀

#lady lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso #leonora lesso #charlize theron #fanfic #character x reader #the school for good and evil #sge movie #sge #sge netflix #fluffy #sweet #clarissa dovey #professor dovey #emma anemone #anemone

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petrapalerno · 10 months ago

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LOTKM Chapter One: A Higher Power, Or Whatever

🐚LENA

If I had to choose someplace to die, this would be it.

Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen the journey it took to get here—I’d happily skip the alien abduction and trafficking bit. The rest, all things considered, drifting into a brightly colored unknown ocean is pretty damn peaceful.

I learned long ago that worrying about things out of my control was useless. I could rage, scream, and slam my fist into my plastic security bubble, but it won’t make a difference.

I am going to die, and I’m going to wonder at the beauty of this place before I go. I doubt another human has seen these bright-colored creatures swimming by. They’re fish-like but more torpedo-shaped. A set of googly eyes dangle from long stalks below their bodies. Their scales glint in the sunlight as the schools float around me, almost reminding me of camera flashes back on Earth.

I take a deep breath and try to enjoy their unearthly elegance, leaning my back against the gently curving wall of my security pod.

This plastic bubble I’ve danced in for the past year has become familiar. I know every scratch and ding. Despite how much you claw at its wall, I know it can’t open from the inside.

Whatever space-age plastic the Deenz aliens use is robust. I don’t know how much of the growing pressure it can handle as we descend further into the depths of this seemingly bottomless ocean.

The sunlight from the surface is ever waning, and the waters around me get darker and murkier the further I fall.

Another breath fills my chest as I try to quell the anxiety creeping in from the peripherals of my psyche.

The school of creatures follows me like companions ushering me to the afterlife.

I put a hand against the plastic enclosure to thank them for not leaving me alone. I’ve always loved the ocean. Many of my tattoos are of underwater scenes: the coral reef on my calf, the stingray guarding my bicep, and my favorite tattoo—Aphrodite reclined on the half shell on my shoulder.

My soul has always been called to the water, so I guess this demise is fitting.

Thanks, to the universe or whatever higher power controls this kind of thing, I find myself thinking.

As I try to project my gratitude to these little aquatic creatures and some higher power, I catch a flash of yellow from the corner of my eye.

It moves too fast for me to get a good look at it. Spinning around in my bubble, I search for whatever it was.

As the school of alien fish shift suddenly to the left, I see him.

A muscular canary yellow alien, his head full of pulsating tentacles, gapes at me. The tentacles shift as if moved by the underwater currents. They splay around his head like a lion’s mane. His strong arms and legs pump as he descends with my bubble.

I say “he” because his cock is something you really can’t miss. It isn’t hard, but still floats proudly on display. His dick’s impressive length is nestled in tentacles similar to the ones that surround his head but they’re much shorter. Almost like if you traded out pubes for a sea anemone. I guess that makes sense since his head “hair” is also comprised of tentacles.

I wonder what that would feel like? I think, before quickly scrubbing the thought from my mind.

I’m more than likely going to die, and I don’t want my last thoughts to be about alien dick.

I break my gaze from his crotch, not wanting to be a complete and total pervert. His smooth yellow skin is covered in a pattern of squiggly teal rings. He’s got the physique of an Olympic swimmer, with a broad set of shoulders tapering into powerful legs.

His eyes are blue and bore into me as if questioning my very existence.

“Hi.” I huff, taken back by this strange alien adonis that’s found me.

When I speak, he springs out two of his head tentacles that appear longer than the rest to grip the outside of my bubble. My descent stops so rapidly that I drop to my knees like a stone.

Tentacle Man pulls me closer to him. The strength in those two thick appendages sends a strange thrill through me.

He puts his face up against the plastic and appraises me with his full lips agape.

“What are you?” He cocks his head, his deep voice muffled through the water.

“I’m Lena. I’m human,” I whisper, shocked he can speak.

He screws up his mouth and furrows his brows, “I don’t understand you,” he says, tapping a spot in front of his ear. “I don’t have a translator chip, and I don’t think you speak Andjin. There’s no tech allowed during the great proving—we are only as the Greath Mother created us.”

What in the flying fuck is the great proving?

But even in my confusion, I realize he stopped my bubble from dropping further into the ocean…does this mean I won’t die?

“Are you going to help me?” I say slowly as if that might help him understand me.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know your language. I don’t even know what species you are…but it seems like you’re in danger.” His face softens, and he places his slightly webbed fingers against the plastic.

“Can you understand me? If you can, nod,” He tells me softly.

I nod, and he smiles.

“Well, at least one of us can get our point across….” He trails off as if catching sight of my body for the first time.

I’m wearing the thin, near-pornographic costume that all the trafficked human women wear. Its light blue stretchy material is strapped tightly across my neck, belly button, and nipples. All connected to a vertical strap covering my crotch.

“I like your skin’s patterns,” he says, letting his eyes drag down my body. “But I think there’s something wrong with your camouflage, as beautiful as they might be.”

“Those are tattoos. I don’t have camouflage,” I say practically to myself, knowing he doesn’t understand me.

“Do you need help?” He questions me, his eyes full of sincerity.

I nod aggressively.

I don’t have to die today.

Do I trust the bizarrely handsome alien man in front of me? I’m not sure. He seems kind, but my trust disappeared not long after I was abducted. I don’t know if it’ll ever come back.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been dancing at this point, maybe months? Everything tends to blur together. The Deenz, the hive-minded purple alien fucks who captured me from Earth, give us all kinds of shots.

Downers to sleep, then uppers and aphrodisiacs to “work.” It doesn’t make it easy to keep track of time, and sometimes it’s better to forget any of the memories you make.

“I’ll try my best to help you…” He pauses, “My name is Kitaico. What’s yours?” He asks, pointing to me.

“Leeenuh,” I tell him slowly.

“Leeenuh,” he repeats. He smiles at me, a grin full of sharp teeth slightly more tapered than mine. I scramble backward, taken off guard by his predatory mouth.

I start to second guess myself–that maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but I’m out of options and apparently willing to gamble on a total stranger for help.

A shadow floats below my bubble as we try to figure each other out. I crane my neck down to see what it is, wondering if they’ll be more beings like Kitaico.

It’s not. An immense creature, about the size of a blue whale, approaches us. But there’s nothing gentle looking about the giant rising quickly in the distance.

While its head is whale shaped, that’s where the similarities end.

The creature’s sides pulse with bioluminescence as it cuts quickly through the water. Its tail is some nightmarish combo of a stingray and a scorpion. A barb at its end flashes with blue light. As it spots us, it lets out a terrifying roar and opens its mouth, filled with jagged rows of fangs.

I gasp, turning back to Kitaico; his skin has changed to the deep blues of the waters surrounding him. He sets his jaw and turns away from me, and for a moment, I fear he will leave me to be devoured by the creature.

As he swims, I realize his two longest head tentacles are still wrapped around my bubble, and he’s dragging me towards the surface.

His powerful legs kick wildly as we climb. I can tell he’s struggling to keep up his pace. Looking down, I see the monster gaining on us. It snaps its mouth, gnashing its fangs.

“Hurry, Kitaico!” I yell in vain, hoping he’ll understand me. He doesn’t respond, but I can see his camouflage shifting wildly between colors. I wonder if the effort of our escape is pushing his body to its limits.

I push myself against the bubble’s far side as the monster’s mouth closes around the bottom. With a violent crunch, it rips away a chunk of my former prison. It thrashes it’s head like a shark attempting to subdue its prey but putting some distance between us once more.

I barely have time to hold my breath before I’m sucked out of the bottom. The water crashing in makes the air rush out like a vacuum. My muscles clench painfully from the blast of water as I tumble into the warm ocean spinning head over foot. I snap my eyes shut. Soon enough, I’ll be nothing but fish food.

Something snakes around my ankle, tugging the skin so hard I can nearly feel my skin rip. Then there’s something around my waist, drawing me up again.

“Leeenuh, hold on!” Kitaico yells as he hoists me into his arms, “We only need to get a bit higher, the scripiat won’t be able to follow much longer. He can’t survive in the shallows!”

He strokes one hand behind my head and tucks my body into his chest.

I don’t have enough air. My lungs burn as I involuntarily cough, and what little breath I have left escapes bubbling upward.

Kitaico slows and his heart is still pounding against my ear.

“The scripiat returns to the depths. We are safe,” he whispers.

I kick my legs weakly, pointing my finger to the surface. I can’t stop myself from gulping in a deep breath of salt water, choking on its mineral taste.

“Leeenuh, we are safe now. Stay calm.”

My vision blurs and I lose control of my head as it slumps into my alien hero—it’s not his fault he doesn’t know I breathe oxygen.

Darkness creeps into the edges of my vision.

I point up one more time before I lose consciousness.

We were so close.

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