#fic: hearts and flowers

[saradika-graphics]

— hearts & flowers

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[isisjupiter]

Random Dividers ❀ like and reblog are much appreciated

[melkyt]

Im sorry, wait wait, give me a minute

Law's flower is Queen of The Night? And I am supposed to be okay after that information

*sobbin*

The flower that stands for wisdom and how life and death go hand in hand, how existance is a cycle between the two?

Flower that blooms once a year, that can stand for eternity yet is fleeting?

There are countless myths and books about a rare flower that blooms once in an eternity, flower that brings immortality at the cost of its own life?

*oh my heart*

The symbolism goes hard wth

Me crying over Trafalgar Law as always yeah, yeah

Its so tragic...

It's such a beautiful setup for a romantic tragedy....

[elvensorceress]

Heart of Flowers/Heart of Gold

Since we're all back on our sniper arc nonsense, here is the very first thing I ever wrote for the Buddie fandom in the hiatus between s4 and 5. Complete with a new little rewrite for the ending because that part always bothered me especially after 5B and now I fixed it. 😘💕

buck/eddie | rated:M | 145K | ao3

You okay, Buckley?”

No. No is the only word in his head. Nothing else. No over and over again. It can’t be happening. He’s not okay. What sort of a question is that? No, no, no, he’s not okay. Nothing is okay.

There’s blood on his hands, on his face, his crisp white shirt. It’s sticky and smells like suffering and dying and it’s on his tongue. In his mouth, down his throat, in his body in a way it should not be because it’s not his. It’s not his, it doesn’t belong to him and it’s not supposed to be all over. It was sprayed and gushing and spilled all over the street, and it is not okay.

His hands are shaking. Everything’s blurry. There was a rush and a panic and frantic seconds that were both too fast and not fast enough. But what now? Adrenaline is a thing. It’s working, rushing through him, but there’s nothing he can do. He can’t breathe. How is he supposed to breathe? His heart is beating because it’s pounding and screaming against a cage inside him. But it’s ripped open. Bleeding onto pavement like a gunshot wound.

He’s not okay.

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[flowercrowngods]

you said soft things so have this little thing very loosely based on how my first birthday after I moved away from home to live hours away from my family my brother got me a flower delivery thing each month for half a year. So for six months I had the same guy deliver flowers to me, it wasn’t anything but like… it could be, I can make it steddie (it’s 3:30 am and I wrote this in my notes so sorry for any mistakes)

So, Steve who moved kind of far away for college and is living in a shitty student apartment and hasn’t decorated it a lot and Robin thinks he needs something nice to look at every day and something to remind him he has people that loves him when he convinces himself that they’ve forgotten about him now that he’s away. So she gets him a flower delivery once a month with notes saying encouraging messages or bad jokes, sometimes a tiny update. It helps him, he’s not doing badly or anything and actually enjoys studying but he misses his friends.

Then we have Eddie who’s the flower delivery guy, it’s his side job, or it’s his main job and then he also gets payed to play some gigs sometimes. Either way, he delivers flowers. Mostly it’s to old people from their grandchildren, for birthdays, and from someone’s partner, often a partner that has fucked up (he also hand writes the messages that come in with the order and he’s had to write some very pleading apology ones in his time)

He has a monthly order to the same guy, the same gorgeous guy who last time opened the door looking so soft with glasses sliding down his nose and hair all messy and holding a cup of half drunk coffee and gave him such a warm smile he almost proposed to this stranger on the spot.

Every month he’s both so excited to deliver his flowers and also dreads it because he’s 99% sure this guys girlfriend sends them, that they’re long distance and she gets him flowers every month with little notes that he has to write, this month it was ‘I scraped up my whole leg climbing up the tree outside my window sneaking back into my room, I don’t know how you used to do that all the time.’ So like, obviously high school sweethearts if he used to sneak into her room.

So, it’s great because he gets to see this guy who’s stupidly pretty and always gets this wondrous look on his face like he’s still in awe about the flowers months in and that’s honestly the highlight of Eddie’s day. But, it’s awful because he also has to hand him flowers from someone else knowing he’s just some insignificant middle man.

Steve at this point gets more excited about the guy who delivers the flowers than the flowers, he loves them and all but this guy who comes every month and with a dimpled smile hands them over is taking over his brain. He doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable by asking him out though, like he’s doing his job and it feels inappropriate.

He complains to Robin who time after time tells him to just ask the guy out, if he says no it may be a little awkward but it’s a tiny interaction once a month it’s fine. Steve knows she’s right but still doesn’t, is afraid to break the spell of their monthly exchange. Robin grows tired of his pining though and the next time she places an order she makes the note ‘the guy who gets the flowers wants to ask the delivery guy out but keeps chickening out so I’m doing it for him: Delivery guy with bangs and ‘the prettiest brown eyes’ will you go out with Steve?’

Eddie reads that message of the order, has to write that message out with wide confused eyes and hope rising in his chest. When Steve opens his door he shoves the flowers at him and blurts out “I thought you were dating Robin”

Steve gives him a confused look, which yeah of course he does, so Eddie takes a breath and tells him to read the note. The confusion on Steve’s face slowly fades and is replaces with red cheeks and a sheepish smile.

He clears his throat and glances up at Eddie. “She’s my best friend,” he tells him, “may or may not get to keep that title depending on how this goes.”

Eddie is feeling too many things to say more than a breathy, “yes.” At Steve’s raised eyebrow though he clarifies.

“Yes I’ll go out with you.” Then a sudden horrifying thought hits him, “if you actually want that and your friend isn’t joking or got it wrong or-“

“Does 8 o’clock tonight work for you?”

Eddie nods and Steve’s smile gets wider with each frantic jerk of his chin.

“It’s a date then.”

and then on their first date, eddie gets flowers for the first time. doesn’t have to deliver them, doesn’t have to give them away, no, these ones are his to keep, and he allows himself to take a deep breath for the first time, getting to enjoy the way they smell, the way he always watched people do. never once taking his eyes off steve, who watches with a smile. 🥹

[scarlett-ink]

Eclipse of the Valley Chapter 3:

Bleeding Hearts

You are coming to terms with your new roommate the best you can. Your roommate is coming to terms with you not knowing you have TWO roommates the best he can.

[kheyys-worms]

Plucking away at your happiness.

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Another fic fanart, this time it's inspired by another @merakiui's masterpiece: His Blueberry Eyes 💙💙 Go check the fic out! But do read the warnings first cause, boy... ngl, this one's heavy--

[talonwolf2]

These fanfics are really tryna come for my aromantism, they've got my romance repulsed ass kicking my feet being invested in some love story from the pov of an oblivious idiot /aff

[slickver-draws]

💖Star Crossed✨

[raayllum]

for day 1 of rayllum’s bad vibes rodeo, flowers

He finds the flowers near the rim of the Sea of the Cast Out, growing almost like weeds - stubborn but bright like Moon arcanum flowers, out of whatever outskirts of ruins they’ve stumbled across. He was meant to be gathering firewood, but the flowers catch his eye, and well... They’re pretty, just like Rayla, and he’s been bad at expressing himself since coming back, but he knows she’s homesick and worried about her parents, and maybe something Moon arcanum-y will lift her spirits? Maybe the flowers can do the talking for him?

Callum gathers a small bouquet, the scent soothing, and then tucks them carefully into the seam of his tunic where he keeps her letter over his heart. Maybe, if he gets up the nerve to give her the flowers, they can finally talk about all of it. Why it hurt when she left, what he still doesn’t understand, and what he wants.

That he wants her.

He comes back to the campfire, Ezran playing with Stella, Rayla watching with a sweet smile while Bait grumbles in the corner. Callum adds the firewood to their pile and plops down, decidedly more beside her in a way that would’ve been normal, before, but feels tentative and heart-racing to rebuild now.

“You were gone for a while,” she notes, still smiling, but he can see the faint worry in her eyes. “Almost sent Bait out to look for you.”

Callum scoots a bit closer as a silent apology, his knee bumping into hers. “Ah, excellent tracker, is he?” He’s less surprised this time when Rayla hum and rests her head on his shoulder, her smile growing and worry fading.

“Oh, the best.”

Callum snorts, and they stay like that until the fire dies down and Ez and Stella grow quiet, Stella bounding over to curl up on Rayla’s other shoulder, and Zym coils his tail around a sleeping Ezran.

It takes even longer for Callum to find his voice, the arm that’s not wrapped around her waist half reaching for the flowers in his pocket. They’re beautiful, just like her, and she deserves to know... what? That he loves her? That he loves her.

“Rayla?” he begins, but there’s not even a sleepy hum in response, and he looks over to find her dozing, her cheek softly smushed against his shoulder.

Everything in him eases and twists with disappointment all at once. Okay, so not tonight. He leans forward and gives her forehead a little kiss, mindful of her horns. But tomorrow, for sure.

He wakes up alone, her sleeping bag cold when he reaches for her. His fingers don’t brush any of her weapons either, not her father’s bow or her familiar butterfly blades, and it hits him like a gut punch, the idea of being at Umber Tor and not having anything of her left, because she leaves, just like she always does, and—

Callum sits up, a bitter twinge in his heart. “Where’s—”

“She went out scouting,” Ez answers, petting Zym’s head by the newly lit fire.

“And you didn’t think to wake me?” he grouses irritably. They could’ve gone together. She would’ve let him come this time, wouldn’t she? She’d wanted him to come in the Drakewood, and he’d been too angry and proud to—

“We figured a prince needs his beauty sleep,” she drawls, strolling back into camp with berries and a bright smile. Ezran accepts the present eagerly, Rayla frowning when Callum doesn’t lighten. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he says, composing himself. He isn’t going to be mad anymore. He doesn’t want to be mad. He just wants—He reaches for the flowers, his fingers finding only strange ash. What the—?

Can emotion kill the good things too, as some kind of cruel magic?

“Just... still a bit tired,” he lies, and she softens.

“Eat,” she coaxes. “You’ll feel better.”

He gets his answer later though, when their path takes them by the same bend of ruins he’d traipsed through the previous night. The field had been full of beautiful blooms, but now they’re nothing more than crumbled piles of ash. Zym sniffs at one with a displeased snort.

“What are these about, Rayla?” Ezran asks.

“Flowers of Elarion,” she says. “They’re beautiful, but only at night. They regrow in the evening but don’t make it past sunrise.”

“Like a phoenix cycle?”

She reaches down and ruffles Ezran’s hair. “A bit, yeah.”

“That’s sort of sad,” he reflects.

“Sort of,” she agrees. “But they’re flowers. They can’t change their nature.”

Callum presses his lips together. They’re beautiful and soothing, just like her, and nothing good nor bad ever lasts forever, but fuck, his heart hurts now. There’s a strange quality in his voice, as he says, “So they’re always gone by morning?”

Rayla catches his eye, and there must be something in his gaze, too, because she ducks her head, unable to entirely hold it—just like he can’t entirely hold her, no matter how badly he wants to. “Yes,” she answers. She swallows. “They are.”

[nguyenfinity]

[frisbees this at you] gay people

bonus:

[dailyterumob]

fanart for “bouquet of wildflowers” by popcornizuku on ao3… really sweet fic about transfem teru, i was transfixed the whole time… its terumob too :) really really good.

[regulusdays]

drowning in the black brothers right now, the usual 3am horrors

[kittyflufi123]

"here! hold my hand and let's go to your garden together, I won't leave you alone Nari" Florian let out a giggle and gave a big comfortable smile as he held Nari's hands who was totally embarrassed, she had never met anyone else like her , especially young people like her.

Then the two walked to the garden that Nari created with the help of some forest animals, without letting go of Florian's hand, who was doing his best not to leave her behind because he was so happy.

When they arrived at the garden, a branch gate opened and a path of flowers blossomed to a large apple tree with green apples, the two sat there and played in the garden until the sun set over the mountains.

Florian quickly left the garden, but Nari held her and said "Wait..! you.. do you promise to always come here with me? No matter what?" she says in a quick but comfortable tone, making it possible to see her longing on her face, Florian smiled and said happily "always Nari! I will always come here with you to pick apples, play and see your big smile" Nari felt her cheeks warm like the sun summer's. and in a tight hug the two said goodbye, each going to the opposite side.

story: the three guardians (and stories)

I plan to only post short stories on ao3 in the future.. I'm not good at writing stories yet.. but I hope you like these short stories ^^

[buck2eddie]

fic moodboard inspired by my words are paper tigers by @hattalove

He wakes up with Eddie's arm thrown over his waist.

There's a pit in his stomach as soon as he opens his eyes, because the alarm is on again, the same radio station, the same song. The sunlight streaming into the room is buttery-soft, brand new because it's early. The alarm is ringing so they can take Chris to school. And—

He reaches out for the bedside table on his side of the bed they share, clumsily unplugs his phone one-handed. The screen lights up to a familiar wallpaper, and it's right there, just above the top of Buck's head: Wednesday.

or: buck breaks up with eddie, even if it means losing a part of himself, because it's the right thing to do. the universe decides to test that conviction.

[songofstrawhats]

Whenever fics specifically mention Nami or Sanji buying citrus at port I'm just like.....

That's why they have the tangerine trees???? Tangerines are very much citrus!! They will keep you from getting scurvy!! Like I appreciate the realism but the tangerine trees are very much right there!!!