#flower 🥰🥰🥰

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minnesotawild: The Flower got got 🌸

#mnwild

[formulaonedirection]

Garden City boy 💐

Lando Norris arrives on Media Day, Singapore Grand Prix 2024

[hanafubukki]

On the rare times the Knight of Dawn had time off.

He chose to spend it with you.

It was time precious to him and you.

You’d drag him to a meadow, away from the camp.

Saying it was his day off.

No one would oppose you, not even him.

Who can defeat your ire? Certainly not him.

You forced him to sit while you braided his hair, entwining golden locks with flowers you had picked for him.

The meadow was peaceful and bright.

Full of flowers with no end in sight.

Unmarred by war.

He hopes it stays this way.

He hopes you will always be this way.

As these blooms grow, strong and lovely, may you too thrive.

Unlike him, picked from a young age to serve the kingdom.

Cultivated to fight, inevitably destined to wilt as a flower that’s picked in its prime.

He doesn’t mind.

In your hands, he thrives. He blossoms as any flower in this field.

Your hands his salvation. You, his favorite place to be.

The Knight of Dawn drops back into you, your arms curling around his shoulders.

A breath of surprise, before hugging him tight, leaning your head against his.

This is his freedom.

This was inspired by this Persona 5 animatic and by @rayroseu’s tags for this post.

This is part 2 of 3 of my mini flower series 💞💚

Part 1 (with Lilia)

Part 3 (with Malleus)

[gardenofafterthoughts]

06/04/24

"Let me hold your heart like a flower"

- Anne Sexton; Rapunzel

[historical-fashion-polls]

submitted by @edwardian-girl-next-door 🩵💜🩷

[scribl1ta]

Bro look at my general😭🤦we are NOT making it to Sicily

[lifeismarvelous]

Listening to early 2010’s cheesy teen pop while drawing ship art of 2 characters from an early 2010’s cartoon got me feeling devastatingly nostalgic

[symphonyincoordination]

[whizpurr]

[susanfiona]

[rust-berrie]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! shout out to all the shaniacs thinking about this man today

oh my god take it already he looks like he’s about to shit himself

[jaeyxns]

heeseung + flowers for @romanceuntold ₊˚❀.*:･

[olgipolgi]

I dunno what to title this but she's pretty 😭🌹

[satans-knitwear]

you humans are so... delicate. 🌹

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge

read day 21 on ao3!

prompt: buying flowers for the other

summary: John finds flowers and poems in his locker. The notes are signed with 'SH', but John has no idea who his secret admirer could be.

Gen, 880 words, Fluff, AU - High School. Secret Admirer, Love Poems, Flowers, Shy Sherlock Holmes

or read it here (because i miss posting my ficlets on tumblr):

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John opened his locker and reached for his French workbook. His hand stopped moving halfway there. A french daisy lay on top of his books. A note was wrapped around it...

"You love me,

you love me not..."

"What the...?" John mumbled, staring at the daisy in his hand.

"John!" Mike crashed into him from behind. "Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?"

"I... uh I think someone left a daisy in my locker," John held it out to him, but kept the note.

"Oh my gosh, is it a secret admirer?!"

"What! No!" John waved that idea off.

***

Three days later John just finished his rugby training when he came back to his locker. He opened it and rose petals flew over him. A note was amonst them.

"Roses are red,

violets are blue.

I might be mad,

but I like you.

-SH"

John grunted and kicked his backpack softly. Whoever thought it was romantic to put roses in his locker forgot about the mess they made along with it. He cleaned it up, but sone small part inside him queried who "SH" was...

***

The next time there was an actual flower bouquet in it. Tulips. John had to smile, he loved tulips. He caught himself looking for a note. There, behind his English workbook, he found it.

"I dream of tulips,

yellow, blue, the leaves are green.

I dream of my lips on your lips,

no inbetween.

-SH"

John laughed. The poems really weren't that great... however he couldn't help but wonder, who the secret admirer was. SH... Sabrina Hollen from his English class? Susanne Heeling from biology? Sabrina constantly joked around with him and Susanne seemed to stare at him but whenever he tried to look her in the eyes... she looked away, cheeks pink.

Or could it be... No, no way the serious chemistry nerd would hide flowers in... but what if? Doesn't matter. It's not him... and besides, John wasn't gay.

John hadn't noticed he had crumbled up the note in his hand. When he flattened it again, he saw a PS on the backside.

"Meet me tomorrow. 3pm at Speedy's."

***

"Just don't get killed," Mike said over the phone.

"I'll be fine," John allayed. "Okay. I'm here. I'll text you."

"Alright. Enjoy. No murders!"

John rolled his eyes, "I'll do my best to not get murdered."

"That's my man. Don't forget to text!"

"Yes, yes. Bye now!" John hung up.

He was here. At Speedy's. Going to meet his secret admirer (not his murderer, he hoped).

He sat down on a desk in the back, but he could overlook everything and he was close to an emergency exit - just in case. By now it was 2:57 and John was getting nervous. Would his admirer actually have the guts to show up?

The time passed and at 3:04 he slowly started doubting his decision to come here. He wasn't sure what - or better, who - he was expecting even.

'My lips on your lips, no inbetween,' an inner voice whispered.

Just in that moment the door opened and the chimes above it jingled. A shadow stood in the frame... and then it moved towards him, with a confidence, John admired.

When the shadow turned into a human with a face... John gasped...

"Sher- Sherlock?"

"Hello, John," the tall boy stood in front of the small table, where John had sat down.

"I don't- are you... did you put all the flowers into my locker?" John suddenly felt extremely nervous upon seeing Sherlock Holmes. He knew him from chemistry class, they did a few experiments together and had a great time. John had loved how the serious boy's face lit up when he tried out something new and it worked.

Sherlock twisted his face as if in pain. "It was Irene's idea. She was sick of me whining at her about how I wanted... want to know you better."

That made John relax, he asked, "Want to know me better as in," a huge grin spread on his face, "'my lips on your lips, roses are red, tulips are green, no inbetween' way or a... platonic way?"

Sherlock - still standing - just stared at him. He looked slightly in shock. "I never wrote that."

"Eh, close enough," John leaned back, waving dismissively with his hand.

"You clearly have no idea about poetry, John."

"Well you better be glad, otherwise I wouldn't be here on this date with you," John smirked.

The stiff expression on Sherlock's face melted and turned into a smile. He plummeted onto the chair opposite of John and sighed, "Alright, fair enough." Then he blushed. "Date," he pointed out.

John laughed. "You wooed me with flowers and poems, what did you expect?"

Sherlock smiled, his cheeks turning even redder when he laid a hand over John's. "I wasn't sure it was gonna work. Thanks for coming."

John felt his hand starting to sweat underneath Sherlock's, so he pulled it out and slapped his thighs. "I'm gonna grab a coffee. Can I get my date something?"

"Oh, uh... coffee. Black, two sugars."

John got up. But when he walked by Sherlock, he leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I am so happy my secret admirer is you."

Then, he headed to the counter to order.

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i would be SUPER happy if you gave this ficlet some love on ao3 as well! 🥰

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[gardenofafterthoughts]

02/05/22

"She's never where she is. She's only inside her head."

- Janet Fitch; White Oleander