#flowershop au? kinda? yeah

[https-yaracchi]

grow me a garden of roses

paint me the colors of sky and rain

teach me to speak with their voices

show me the way and I'll try again

[himbos-hotline]

Hello, congrats on the 1k celebration! 💚I‘d love to hear about ‚What baking can do‘, if Hanger runs a bakery, do you already know what other people in the AU might be doing?

💚 and one of my AUs/WIPs and some questions and I will answer them! It might help untangle the knots from my brain.

follower celebration // list of wips // requesting rules // askbox

Surprisingly yeah! The Bakery AU is one that my brain has really hyperfixated on. My big sibling and I jsut need to name all the places like offically before we actually start writing. Some places already have names.

Hangman, Matt and Nick: They work at the bakery- the Bucks like working and cooking and does Hangy. Hangy technically runs the building/ other worky stuff

Nathaniel Pacatto [OC] Runs a petstore

Jay, HOOK: Jay and Hook work otgether in the record store that Jay buys called Blackthorn records

Kenny, Kota: Kenny has no big boy job but he's a streamer and frequents the bakery a lot to support his friends. Kota also doesn't have a big boy job but that may change.

Wheeler Yuta: He owns a flowershop

Adam Cole [baybay]: Runs one of those like health food stores and is grumpy about new people buying up the lots and taking away buisness

Danhausen: Runs a kinda spooky antique shop that always seems to have people in but nobody buys anything yet somehow it stays in buisness

William Regal: Has owned and run an old bookstore in the town for as long as people can remember. One of those like really pretty ones that smell dusty but that comforting sort of dusty. Has a house nearby his bookstore.

Claudio, RJ City: The old married couple that run an italian restraunt together. RJ used to be a social worker and is the one who formalised the adoption between Jay and Regal

Excalibur, Mox, Kris Stratlander: He runs a gym and yes he still wears his mask because the idea of him not having a mask just means he's not excalibur Mox works there and he runs self defense classes also grew up in foster care so him and Jay know each other and like are BEST FRIENDS Kris also works their and teaches a womans exercise class as well as a kickboxing class

Eddie Kingston, Ruby Soho: The two of them are adopted siblings [Ruby changed her name] and they work in their familys garage wheer they mend cars. It belongs to eddie now

Aubrey Edwards: She runs a bar. Like the best bartender who takes no shit what so ever.Hangman frequents there a lot

Taz: He runs his own radio show called 'radio Taz'

Dr Britt DMD: Shes a dentist, it terrifies me but its lore.

MJF: He sings in Aubreys bar because it has like a karaoke stage but hes the total centre of attention

Evil Uno/ the rest of the dark order: Uno is a foster carer Stu is helper/partner/ dont question it what are you a cop? The rest of the dark order

Jungle Boy: He works in a museam and has luchasauras as a teaching mechnism as like a stuffie. However its implided that he is alive.

[willkimurashat]

for the ask game: 6, 35, 60 (we spoke in flower)

Hello my love!!! And Happy Birthday!!!🥳🥳🥳 thank you for the ask💕

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Well, technically, it’s this because I just finished a paper for my family therapy class lmao😂😂

Although the repetition of the patterns can be cyclical, attending to the needs of the family and conflicts that occur, as brought to awareness by the identified patient, can be resolved and in turn ensure healing not only of the current generation, but also the ones that came before.

But fic-wise it’s this😋

She grabbed Amelia by the wrist, leading them over to the daybeds, everything before them unfolding on the palm of their hand.

35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

Oof hmmm🤔 I really really love Snog, Marry, Die, but also We Spoke in Flower never fails to make me emosh, which is so funny to me because I wrote it so I already know how it goes and yet it still kinda surprises me and gives me the feels every time I reread it🙈

60. In [We Spoke In Flower], what inspired the idea for the plot?

Well, I scrolled on Pinterest and there was a post with fic tropes and one of them was a flowershop au, so I immediately thought of Will because of the final date with the bouquet and everything🥹 and then I was also reading The Goldfinch (that I still haven’t finished 😭😭), and I’m a little bit obsessed with the dark academia aesthetic, so I was in that mindset and was inspired by it and started writing and yeah lol😊

Fanfiction Writing Ask

[moreaugriffins]

Flowers

So

You know a while ago one of our sessions we ended up doing a flower/tattoo artist storyline, and I said that I actually wrote a flowershop au story? Yeah this is it.

Warnings: none, I think. For once

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Silas leaned back on his chair, trying to perfectly balance himself on the back legs, without much success (he had fallen backwards, multiple times). It had been a very slow day at his family’s flower shop, and he had already cared for the flowers, and arranged them, then rearranged them, then rearranged them AGAIN, before getting bored and trying to find entertainment doing something else. He reckoned that he could have used the time to practice playing the flute, but that was work. He wanted to have some fun.

The bell rang as the shop’s door swung open, and Silas looked over to see the customer. A tall high elf man, a really cute one at that. His long blonde hair tied out of his face, and his clean neat clothes, clearly showed that he was trying to look professional.

It soon became clear that the man had absolutely no clue what he was doing however, as he aimlessly walked around the store, occasionally fiddling with the petals of different flowers, much to Silas’ annoyance. He had to keep reminding himself that not everyone knows how to properly look after flowers.

So Silas walked up to the man, putting on his best ‘customer service voice’,”Do you need help, sir?”

The man seemed frightened, maybe he hadn't noticed Silas, too busy in his own world, deep in thought, or maybe he was frightened by.. No, he shouldn't spiral now.

“Ah, well…” The man took a moment to think, before smiling sheepishly,”I suppose I do need some help. You see, I am supposed to give someone flowers.”

The usual, it seems.

“Well, what message do you wish to convey?” Silas watched the man’s expression go from mild confusion, to looking utterly lost. He tried not to laugh at how adorable the man looked when he was lost,”When you hand someone flowers, you are trying to convey your feelings. Each flower has a different meaning. For example, if it’s for your partner, traditionally you’d go for red roses, which means love and passion.”

The man nodded, furrowing his brows,”I am supposed to meet a lady my family arranged for me to meet?”

Silas ignored the feeling of disappointment.

“So.. Maybe ferns and white carnations? And some white jasmines? A simple mix, conveying sincerity and sweet love. Nothing too out there for someone you’re only just meeting.”

He watched the man as he bit his lip. If Silas had to guess, he did not seem very pleased with the idea.

“I need something that.. tells her that I do not wish to court her,” he explained,”I would not mind being friends, however, I don’t fancy women..”

“Oh!”

Silas’ face flushed, not meaning to burst out like that. At least he could have a chance with this man? No, he’s out of his league, clearly.

“I mean.. you could have alstroemerias, yellow roses, with multiple daffodils. Not one. One means misfortune, and you do not want to send the wrong message,” he fiddled with the flower pinned to his jacket,”and… maybe if you wished to be bold.. you could wear a green carnation like me?”

“I do not follow you.”

“Well, you see, it has multiple meanings. Health, resilience, good fortune and youth. But a more famous meaning for it, is that it’s a sign of being gay. Made famous by a.. bard of sorts, Oscar Wilde.” He paused, realising that he had started to rant, when the man clearly wanted the simple answer.

Though when he looked at the man finally, he was smiling, eyes glistening. Shit, his smile was more beautiful as any flower he had ever seen, and he was the one who made him smile!

“Wonderful. I did not know flowers could have such meaning.. it is utterly.. wonderful,” As if just remembering, he reached into his money sack, sorting through his money,”how much would it be?”

“Nothing.” Wait, why did he say that? He needed the money for the store,”just a.. small something for you.”

“I must insist-“

“No, it’s fine. It does not cost a single copper piece.” He shouldn’t have done that, but how could he charge the man for this? He really was smitten by this man, wasn’t he? Oh dear.

He started to move around the store, easily finding the flowers he needed, ignoring the eyes that focused on him as he tried to do his work. He arranged the flowers into a pleasing presentation, pretty proud of himself for the bouquet. He was one of the best bouquets he’s ever made.

Silas finally handed the bouquet to the man, who gratefully took it, and then handed the green carnation.

“The green carnation, you just clip off the stalk, and use a pin to pin it to your jacket.”

“Is it rude for me to ask if you could pin the flower to my jacket?” The man asked, in a shy tone that seemed unlike him. Though he had only met the man.

Silas’ tried to contain his giddiness, simply nodding as his voice would not be able to work, and took the green carnation back. He snipped the stalk and grabbed a spare pin from the counter, using it to secure it on the jacket.

“There you go.” His fingers lingered on the jacket, noting how soft the material was. He expected nothing less.

He looked up at the man, only realising how close they were. It seemed the man had realised as well, if the blush on his cheeks were anything to go by, so Silas took a step back.

“Thank you.. um..” The man nervously laughed,”apologies. I never asked for your name. My name is Drusten.” He held out his empty hand, and Silas couldn’t help but laugh as well, at the awkward professional manner he had suddenly switched to.

“Drusten.. such a pretty name,” he reached forward and shook Drusten’s hand,”My name is Silas.”

[chiclete-com-manga]

Ok, here is some more flowershop!au

Please keep in mind that this is translated, so the dialogues can kinda sound a bit robotic :')

Chrysanthemums shouldn't always be taken seriously

CW! A divorce where both people are fine with each other, mammaQ, teacher Wilbur and a lot of analogies with yellow chrysanthemums (flower that means slighted love)

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Quackity was working in his little flower shop when he saw a familiar face walking through the front door. He was a regular there, every morning he went to buy flowers, specifically yellow chrysanthemums; Alex always asked himself why the man bought the same flowers every time, since its meaning is quite saddening; most of the time he tossed those thoughts aside with 'who the fuck even knows plants meanings nowadays anyway?' And 'maybe he just thinks it's pretty.'

"Welcome back! What will be today's flower?" Q said with a smile on his face, their conversations always started like that, and then talked until it was close to ten minutes to the customer's job start. Apparently, using information Quackity managed to grab in their small talks, he was a literature teacher at a college nearby.

"The same as always, please" he said with a soft smile, approaching the counter. Alexis went to the back room, where the flowers that were better kept and more new were placed grabbing gently some chrysanthemums, envolving them carefully in an wrapped paper that was held tightly by a dark blue ribbon, making great contrast with the mustard yellow flowers.

Going back to the main room, he was met with a curious looking wilbur staring at a picture on his counter.

"I-I'm sorry, i recognized you and got curious" he said, laughing a bit akwardly, he was hoping to not have just invaded the smaller's privacy — the picture wasn't necessarily hidden, but it would be hard to a customer to see it. "If you don't mind me asking but, who is this boy? Your brother?

"No" Alex said between a breathy laugh, the way Wilbur would kill just to hear that laugh every day. "It's my son"

Wilbur looked at the smile planted on the merchant's face while seeing the picture, it was something sweet and warm, like a warm spring day. Just that smile was enough to make wilbur's ground disappear.

"S-Son...?" He needed to be sure he heard that right.

"Yeah, he's an awesome boy, even if he is on primary school he always amazes me" So it was true. If Alex alredy had a son this could mean he already had a wife, wich made his purchase of chrysanthemums — that before were just a mention of how eagerly the smaller male seemed to brush of all of the flirting that happened between them — have a way deeper meaning than what he initially intended.

"You and your wife must be really proud of him" Quackity looked at Wil, blinking sometimes, as if trying to process what the man in front of him had just spoken.

"My Ex-husband does think he is a golden child, the man's always calling to talk with the kid" he says, and the face Wilbur makes is just too priceless, he seemed stunned, his eyes glowing with shock and a tad of... hope?

Ex-husband... Ex-husband... Ex-husband... Those words echoed in his mind, that means he still has a chance right?

"I can't understand how someone would divorce such an awesome person like you..." and while Wilbur cited all of the reasons he would stay married with Quackity forever, the smaller man — that was as red as pepper by now — gave the man with glasses his flowers saying rapidly the price.

"It'll be $9,49 pounds" His voice was weaker and his hands trembling, but it was the best he could do at the time; but what would be the end of him was what the man said right after paying. "What do you think about we go drink a coffe in the evening?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" He said, building up courage, with his hands on his hips and a grin on his face.

"Maybe, do you want it to be Duckling?" The pet name put him out of guard, maybe it was because of his little apron filled with cartoonish duckies that he wore to not dirt his clothes with mud — Alex felt butterflies in his stomach, it was something cute, but completly unexpected.

"I'll see you at three, there's a coffee shop in this street not that far from here" Was all he managed to say, too embarrassed to admit he was going to a date after so long.

"I'll see you there then" was all Wilbur said before leaving the store with a satisfied smile. Maybe life wasn't a bouquet of chrysanthemums after all.

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I'm still shocked that $63,38 reais is only $9,49 pounds wtf????

[kyoshi-lesbians]

Gen and Sapphic ATLA Fic Recs

I’ve been meaning for some time to put together a list of fics focused on under-appreciated characters, relationships, and pairings, and here it finally is! Split into gen and sapphic pairs, including some rarepairs, rangshi, mailee, yueki. I’ve mentioned just one story from each author for brevity's sake, but plenty of these writers have many awesome atla fics to check out

general, character studies, and worldbuilding

The Hand of Kyoshi by TehRaincoat, 23,000+ words 

MY FAVORITE SUKI FIC. You want in-depth, culturally appropriate worldbuilding of Kyoshi Island? Suki’s fleshed out backstory? Maybe a look into her relationship with her mother and how she became the leader of the Kyoshi warriors at such a young age? This is it. This is IT. 

you were never supposed to leave by windupclock, 2500+ words  

Exploration of Sokka and Kya’s relationship and Sokka’s grief. This fic makes me want to punch a wall. I love it. I hate it. It’s incredible and you should read it.

you are any way the wind blows by suzukiblu, 1000+ words

Beautifully written fic about secret airbender ty lee. I think about this story all the time. 

to hold the breeze by purplecresent, 4000+ words

“tiny vignettes about aang's tattoos, his culture, and those who love him”. This story is beautiful, and heartbreaking, and so loving. My favorite Aang fic.

(many more below the cut)

Encounters of a Swampy Kind by meetmeatthecottage, 1000+

Aang meets Ikki in the Swamp. Pretty sure I cried reading this. As ya do :’)

Long Long Time Ago by Lisse,  2000+ words

One of my absolute fave fics. The story features great OCs, worldbuilding, and Haru. It is part of a series called “Swampverse” that features an alt-universe where the war went differently (badly). Short series, worth reading all of it. I’m always in awe that this was published waaaay back in 2006. Cw for heavy subject matter, including some mentions of violence. 

Sands of Time by starsofgems, 64,000+ words

OH MAN. THIS STORY. IS. INCREDIBLE. Features amazing worldbuilding focused on the sandbenders, Toph and Zuko friendship, and the story of Avatar Yangchen and her girlfriend! Many moving parts, yet it all works together perfectly. Part of a larger series but I did jump into this without reading the previous parts and could follow the plot without trouble.

a tale I know well by undergrounddash, 6500+ words

My favorite ‘Zuko making amends and getting to know the gaang’ fic! Set at the Western Air Temple, Zuko reads a story to Toph, which becomes Zuko reading a story to everyone. 

rarepairs 

Tide Locked by ambyr, 9000+ words

One of my all time favorites. A beautifully written story about Kanna and Hama, and how war changes people.  If you’re at all interested in either of their characters, it is a must read.

The Eyeliner Incident by spacemagic, 14,000+ words

I can’t say I’m a Katazula fan, but this breaks the mold for me! Canon-divergent modern AU set in Ba Sing Se, wonderfully written, delves into serious themes, and all the characters are wonderfully written!    

Rangshi!!! 

all i ever wanted was a life in your shape by axsun, +3000 words

It’s sweet but not just sweet, ya know? Kyoshi and Rangi are so true to character. Somehow the author manages to pack in excellent modern worldbuilding in a little over 3000 words. Incredible, must read. (It is part 2 of a previous story which is also wonderful.) 

come back with gravity by frutescence, 7500+ words

THEE Rangi fic of all time. Her relationship with her father is fleshed out beautifully and heartbreakingly −  all Rangi’s relationships are explored so well. So so good!!!!!

Steel, Moon, and Fire by rivensilk, 3000+ words

A tag for this fic is “rangi is an assassin but still harps on about her honor”, what more can i say? What’s not to love???

where we go for each other, we go together by city_of_suns, 2000+ words

GOD. I think it was one of the first rangshi fics i ever read and it cuts me deep every time. Fic summary is “In which Koko grows up idealizing one mother and being raised by the other”. Yeah. YEAH. 

Mailee time! 

to the moon and to saturn by wearealltalesintheend, 10,000+ words  

Mai centric mailee story!! Love love love the exploration of Mai, it has a cool plot, great structuring, and JUNE makes an appearance <3 

bad girls by airnomadenthusiast, 11,500+ words 

So this is mailee but it’s also just the atla girls all together having a good time! They start a band! It’s hilarious and heartwarming, a great feel good story along with the cute mailee.

the language of flowers (aka- how you get the girl) by i_love_your_light, 3000+ words  

I am not immune to flowershop fics and if you aren’t either, this is for you! It’s inspired by the tumblr post about saying 'fuck you' in flower, and if that doesn’t scream mailee idk what does

second star to the right and straight on 'til morning by whattheelizabeth, 11,500+ words

MAILEE ROAD TRIP FIC. It’s cute, it’s fun, it’s sweet, and at times it’s hilarious. LOTS of pinning but they figure themselves out eventually :) 

hello yueki nation

A Tale of Love Letters and International Incidents by theknightlybisexual, 4000+ words

Another favorite! Chief Yue and Captain of the Kyoshi Warriors Suki become friends while exchanging letters. It's a great take on their leadership roles post-canon, and its SUCH a fun read; I laughed out loud so many times.

moonstruck by zeitgeistofnow, 1000+  

Also explores Yue and Suki's leadership roles post-canon. It's beautiful! And it kinda hurts! And I love it!

[brynfelan]

HI I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT THE FLOWERSHOP AU

YES HELLO THANK YOU I HAVE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT THIS

okay so gundham works in this flower shop part-time while training to be a vet (sonia’s there too, because she just likes the pretty flowers), and soda comes in every week to buy lavender (if you know Queer History, you know) to put at the front desk at his autoshop (he says that it’s to make female customers feel more at-ease because he knows they can be kinda intimidating, but really he just likes the smell a lot), the first time he comes in he takes on look at Gundham and immediately has a HUGE crush on him because like... who wouldn’t? and gets so flustered that he can’t even give his name or anything?

by the third week of him coming in for lavender, Gundham realises that he doesn’t actually have his name but at this point he’s a little too anxious to ask, so he starts calling him Lavender Boy and he accidentally calls Soda that to his face one time? and they’re both just BRIGHT RED and Soda swears he means to give Gundham his name that day but he forgets because Lavender Boy? is such a cute nickname? and oh god he’s 100% got a huge crush on Gundham now, if he didn’t before, but he comes back every week anyway

the ONE TIME gundham isn’t there it’s because his car’s broken down and it’s been towed to... you guessed it! soda’s autoshop! Soda gets a call about it (just a regular one like “oh hey, got somebody in whose car needs looking at like, yesterday) while he’s going to pick up the flowers, and when he gets back it’s Gundham that’s there who’s just... staring at the lavender? on the desk? and they both kinda freeze when they realise what’s going on. the car’s not too badly damaged, just needs some stuff on it changing (Soda’s very excited to find out that Gundham drives a manual and it’s the CLUTCH that needs fixing, he doesn’t usually get a load of manuals in) and they exchange numbers so Soda can update him on the car, but until it’s fixed up he offers to give Gundham a ride to the shop in the mornings? Turns out he lives pretty close so it’s on his way anyway!

side note: sonia DEFINITELY knows a thing or two about flower language, and the connotations of different flowers, and at some point she totally calls Gundham out for calling Soda “lavender boy” by saying “Oh! You know that’s 1920s slang for a homosexual man?” (cue VERY blushy Gundham)

but yeah they start texting and even when the car’s all fixed up they KEEP texting (starts with Gundham texting Soda to say that his lavender is ready to be picked up, then it’s Soda asking if Gundham wants to go grab coffee after work, and it just keeps!! going!!)

Hajime ends up asking Soda if he’s dating Gundham because they’re pretty much always texting and hanging out after work and he knows about Soda’s massive fucking crush, and Soda realises he doesn’t know? but he does know that he really likes Gundham so he dresses up all nice after work one time and properly asks and Gundham is just kinda... chuckling about it? partly because it’s so weird to see Soda out of his jumpsuit and partly because oh fuck he likes me back and it’s just very cute and sweet and i swear i’ll write this properly at some point

I love and would die for flowershop AUs here is my contribution to Soudam Brainrot Hours

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

m, n, q?

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

OKAY SO. a survival horror fic with whirl and the rest of the movie night club

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

aksjsjja im awful at this kinda fic but slice of life djd,, i really like the flowershop au but i dont wanna write for it :cry

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

ajshjajsb okay yes. several. so many. a treasure planetesque universe, apocalypse au,, i have a doc full of scenes from fics that i wrote out and decided to rewrite but liked how it was phrased enough to keep- this bit’s from the ghost whirl fic!

Drift stops dead, field turning a sharp yellow that hurts Whirl’s optic to look at. At least, he’s pretty sure it’s his field- not much else it could be, to be honest. Drift’s helm snaps up and the datapad disappears from view so fast Whirl swears it leaves a blurry afterimage. He stares at Whirl for aching seconds before he pulls a sword- overkill, much?- and lunges at Whirl, barking into his comm. “Intruder on the lower levels, a shifter-“ Whirl lurches upright and dodges to the side. He’s not too interested in figuring out whether a magic sword can hurt him like this, thanks. “You can see me?” he screeches, hopping backwards as Drift pivots to close in. “I mean yeah, people tend to get pissy on sight, but didn’t think you’d go from zero to murder!”

[lovelylogans]

You seem to be the person that I follow who knows the most about fanfic, and I kinda want to get into reading it again. I used to read a lot of phan or supernatural stuff and now I read none, lol. Can you rec me LAMP or any pairing between the light sides or platonic fics with happy endings? Even if it's the most basic ones that everyone has read, I probably haven't. Thanks so much!

*cracks knuckles*

this is gonna be a long one. it’ll go title, pairing, then super basic plot summary, so. below the cut!

as far as self-promotion goes, i’ll get that out of the way first and rec you some of my most popular stuff in this fandom. these links will be to ao3, though you can also find them on my tumblr:

where you lead, i will follow (romantic moxiety, romantic logince): 150k of a gilmore girls au that absolutely no one asked me for, you do not need to have read the show to read this. it’s slowburn friends-to-lovers moxiety and childhood friends-to-lovers for logince, this fic follows patton, who was a pregnant trans teen who ran away to the tiny town of sideshire, his son, logan, who just got accepted into one of the most prestigious high schools in the state, patton’s parents, emily and richard, who clash often with their son, virgil, the owner of the local diner and reason all the locals have not developed scurvy, and roman, a teenage dancer/dance instructor who just so happens to have a crush on his best friend. this is a big personal favorite of mine, and i’m still writing in that verse, so. 

lavender for luck (romantic polyamlamp): the fae family has been cursed with magic dating back two hundred years. with great power, however, comes a great price; any man or woman who falls in love with a fae is doomed to die. virgil fae is trying his best to ensure that that does not happen. as is his uncle, dee. however, three of the friends he makes at college makes that increasingly difficult, for him.

my true love gave to me (romantic prinxiety, romantic logicality): a christmas-centric fic of four roommates, all of which are in love with each other in some way. follow these disaster gays being wooed or attempting to woo their crush in time to make out under some mistletoe. (this fic was nominated for best overall in the fander fic awards on tumblr.)

not you again (romantic prinxiety): inexplicably my most popular fic in terms of tumblr notes, this follows roman being a Gay Disaster Barista who is crushing hard on one of his regulars, who unfortunately has a boyfriend (or does he?) ft. remy (aka the sleep character from thomas’ short vids.)

dance partner (platonic royality): the popularity of this one is also due to the fanart made by the incredible sanderstribute, roman takes patton for a night of dancing on the town. 

okay, that’s enough of my stuff. this section is mostly “fandom essentials” in that most people have either read them or are familiar with them, in some way. a lot of these are kind of old-school fander fics, but they’re still really good and a good introduction to fandom! mostly the most kudos/bookmarked fics on ao3. also a pretty good starting point to a variety of popular fic-types in this fandom.

to build a home (romantic logicality) by avalorouschoice on ao3: patton and logan adopt virgil from an orphanage. this is a lot of found family, kid-growing-closer-to-the-family, and it’s just. i Like It A Lot and i’m definitely due for a re-read of it, it’s just very sweet

starved (polyamlamp, ft. thomas) by @randomslasher: honestly, it was tough to pick just one randomslasher fic to put on the list (if you’d like more fandom essentials, i’d argue that lj has written a toooon of them so just reading through their fics would be good!) but this one kind of had to win out. this fic boils down to “virgil needs hugs desperately and hides how desperately he needs them from the other sides, the other sides find out, the other sides give him hugs.” that’s... yeah. that’s the one. it’s Good Stuff.

of trying and towers (romantic prinxiety) by @parsnipit: similarly difficult to parse down any parsnipit fics! a lot of their stuff ranks among my personal favorites, so again, just reading down the list of what they’d got is a Good Call especially once upon a dream, which is similarly one of those “fandom essentials.” this fic in particular is about thomas in medieval times, stuff goes wrong, and all the sides split up and are turned into what they hate/fear, and it’s their journey of teaming up together again and defeating the evil ruler in place of the kingdom. there’s dragons. it’s Good Stuff.

it’s only logical (romantic logicality, romantic prinxiety) by @tinysidestrashcaptain: logan owns a flowershop and hires single dad patton, while his best friend virgil, who owns a coffee shop, and roman flirts with virgil a lot. very cute, very sweet, kid thomas is Great! again, tstrashcaptain has a lot of the stuff i’d call “fandom essentials,” so. those! all good stuff!

silence and duality (platonic lamp) by @xaandiir: one of the first takes on the whole “dark sides” aspect we had, back in the day, this fic follows along with the sort of psychology/mentality of the sides as children, as they grow up, and the potential of what could happen to one of the dark sides, especially if they were rejected. i’m trying not to spoil it too much, but! again! good stuff!!

insomnia (platonic lamp) by @xaandiir: virgil cannot sleep, attempts to hide it from the other sides, and the other sides find out. Good Stuff. let the boy take a nap

learning & loving verse (romantic prinxiety, romantic logicality) by @virgilsjourney: jenna’s just... yeah, lots of really good fics there! again! a college verse fic in which Pining Roommates feature; virgil helps roman through some stage fright (trying not to spoil it!) to eventually star as fiyero in wicked, and the realization of Feelings throughout. good stuff!

college verse (platonic lamp) by @princelogical: again! one of those Really Great Authors to just read a ton of their stuff! this one in particular is a college verse, in which all the sides have various emotional reckonings. really great character development, really great backstory. i will say read the warnings, just in case!

and now, for some of my personal favorites. this is only a fraction of my favorite fics, and if you’d like more of my personal recommendations, i have a whole tag for fanfic! (if there’s an indent under, it just means ‘more by this author!’)

love and other fairytales (polyamlamp) by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors: ohhh my fuckin god. worldbuilding a+, characterization a+, plot a+. have you ever wanted faerie!virgil and changeling!logan and witch!roman and a-little-cursed!patton??? you do! trust me you do! i have no idea how to describe it without spoiling any of the plot, however, i will say that this is basically just Straight Up a novel and has developed a little fandom of itself which is honestly so lovely to see, so!

faded with uncertainty (romantic prinxiety): in the aftermath of ‘dealing with intrusive thoughts,’ roman finds virgil crying in the midst of the mindscape and comforts him in the aftermath of That Reveal that virgil had in the video

blanket!verse (romantic prinxiety, romantic logicality): a few oneshots of varying topics, this deals with virgil and his anxiety in his new relatinoship, as well as patton’s tendency to hide emotions, with fluff involved in each. (canoodling especially it’s so soft and fluffy and just!!!)

track seven (romantic logicality): logan struggles with his emotions and snaps and blows up at everyone; patton tries his best to get to the bottom of it.

lovely, dark, and deep (romantic analogical) by @teacupfulofstarshine:  MERMAIDS!!!! virgil’s a doctoral student and thomas is his advisor, and logan, roman, and patton are all mermaids, of a sort. very good, very gay, the imagery is spectacular and it is Good! Stuff!!!

little and broken (but still good): moxiety as dads! logan, roman, and thomas are their kids! they’re all so good! so cute! really great family feels! i cry every single time! the domesticity! the FLUFF! it is a masterpiece!

the pattonella au (romantic analogical, romantic royality): oh my actual god, star, YOUR MIND, this au is just such a wonderful take on the cinderella fairytale and putting it within the context of the sides with its own little twists and turns, they are Cute and Good and the development of the relationship in the aftermath of a cinderella-type event is just chef’s kiss 

living in the real world (ain’t it fun): the sides coalesce into the real world, and thomas is KIND OF FREAKING OUT about it; they’re having trouble adjusting, at first, but since the work’s still in progress you can see them kind of slowly coming to terms with it and it’s just a take on the “sides become people” au that i’ve never really seen before so!!!!!!

stardust sleeper (and the college!verse in general): logan gets to take the nap He Deserves, there are Cute Accents in here, and it’s just a very cute, very good domestic slice-of-life in the midst of the chaos that is college. it’s Very Cute and Very Sweet and please just read it oh my god???? 

internal bleeding (past romantic logicality, romantic prinxiety) by @princelogical: virgil and roman come to visit patton at christmas, in the aftermath of patton’s husband’s death; his husband is very aware that he’s dead, but he hasn’t been able to leave yet. angst, hurt/comfort, Oh My Fuckin God

the queerplatonic logince verse: logan and roman are in a queerplatonic relationship, and the stuff that entails. i just really like it whenever someone focuses on aro or ace sides, and i think this is a really well-done portrayal of the fact that relationships absolutely do not need to be romantic in order to be significant.

i feel like it’s just me: patton is a professional cuddler, and the people he meets in the course of that job, ft. some patton angst and general thoughts about loneliness. to quote, “this is more of a concept piece,” but i very much like the concept

lists.: just a short, sweet lil thing about the other sides appreciating logan.

hold your breath until it’s okay by insertfandomjoke, @notafeeling on tumblr: a brooklyn 99 style au in which logan is the captain, and virgil, roman, and patton are the detectives—it’s a “Five Times They Closed a Case Without Anyone Getting Hurt and the One Time They Didn't” au. 

in which we are all virgil: in which virgil stares at elliott and thinks “oh no they cute!!!” and also presents elliott as joan’s anxiety and dr. picani as a fusion between patton and logan and it just. Good!

sweaters: patton makes his boyfriends all christmas sweaters and They Cute

habits (romantic logicality) by @astralbone: human au, slice-of-life kind of thing. the characterizations are Very Good and honestly i just really love to read it. both of them are hurting and their life may not be perfect but they’re fitting together and it’s just. it’s Very Good

sanders sides ficlets by @virgilsjourney: ranging a variety of topics/timespans in terms of the series, there is a ton here. you want movie night fluff? it’s here! you want hurt/comfort angst in which roman is locked away like in the snow queen? you got it! you want logan and patton mend up after moving on???? it’s here! just a lot of really good stuff!!!!!!

blink back to let me know (romantic moxiety, hinted romantic logince) by @virgilsanxiety and @shakespearesocks: virgil and patton are both pining, logan and roman don’t get paid enough for this, and they are Good Soft Boys who maybe need to improve a bit at communication

logic’s notebooks (romantic analogical) by @parsnipit: logan keeps notebooks about all the sides and feels bad about it; in the midst of all this, some Very Great domestic analogical

and you lied to all your selves (romantic prinxiety, romantic logicality) by penrosequartz: i haven’t read this in a minute, but it’s a prinxiety fic in which they get closer, and virgil is being, well, anxious, and i’d recommend you read the warnings but!!! loosely structured, good characterization, it’s just some! good! stuff!

migraine (analogical) by @theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly (philosophicalrune on ao3): virgil is overworking himself through a migraine, logan helps him feel better, and tries his best to make virgil feel better. it’s cute and sweet and very good in terms of hurt/comfort, i tend to go back to it whenever school is stressing me out, so that should tell you something!

smile (platonic moxiety) by @doggo-fiends-on-a-spaceship: to steal their alternative title, “Alternatively titled: Virgil has a nightmare and wants a hug, but being emotionally constipated, Cannot Ask for one.” virgil has a nightmare and spends the night in patton’s room; the trouble is, patton did not know that he was doing that until he nearly trips over virgil. they are Good Boys and it’s just Real Nice

again, this is a tiny, miniscule fraction of really spectacular fics in this fandom—there’s a lot of talented people here, so happy reading!

[ocsandallthatjazz]

lyver for the otp meme

don’t say their names too loud, i’ll just go crazy.

What was their first impression of each other?

Weaver thought this guy was crazy for just showing off ice spells in the middle of town like it wasn’t gonna get in someone’s way (and it got in her way). When she found out he joined Lamia Scale, she needed to teach him his place. Lyon just thought she was beautiful, and kind of accidentally froze out the fact that she was berating him for the ice. He was very excited to see her again soon at his new guild.

What is their ship name?

Lyver! I love it, it flows so well.

Describe their relationship dynamic.

They start out with this quiet giddiness about everything. Quickly the dynamic has such a sturdy and supportive energy to it that it feels like they’ve already been together for years. I mean, they might as well have been. But this has the side effect of being too in love, so if you aren’t them, look out, the vibes are overwhelming.

What was their relationship like before they got together?

There was a light rivalry between them when Lyon first joined the guild, but he eventually becomes one of Weaver's best friends. Lots of light joking and teasing, but they quickly became who the other went to for serious advice. Honestly, they're the "will they, won't they" pairing.

How would they describe each other?

Lyon: “She is perfection itself. That’s the only way to describe someone so beautiful and compassionate, and who brings life to everything she touches.”

Weaver: “Beneath all the flashy displays is a good man who just wants to save the world however he can. And, I don’t know if there’s anyone now who cares more about our guild and everyone in it than Lyon, even me.”

What do they love about each other?

They will just list things for eternity so "everything," but: Weaver loves Lyon's drive and ambition. Lyon loves her selfless nature and how fast she can go from "gentle" to "ruthless" when absolutely needed.

What do they have in common?

They’re able to stay rather collected when planning out a mission or preparing for a fight. They share a similar drive towards wanting to really put Lamia Scale’s name on the map. Also, they have a similar music taste and like to dress up for seemingly no reason.

What are some differences between them?

Weaver is a pretty humble person, meanwhile Lyon’s ego is his way of life half the time. They’re magics are practically opposites, since he is the ice of winter while she is the plant life of spring and summer. Also, most of Lyon’s attacks are offensive in nature, while Weaver first excelled at defensive tactics.

What made them realize they were in love?

Lyon just feels everything all at once so like, he knew on sight, but I guess he knew the feeling wasn’t going away the first time he really told her about everything with Ur and Gray. For Weaver, it was a slow buildup over a long time, but I think she kinda knew once Juvia rolled around.

What are their love languages?

Lyon excels at using flowery words, while Weaver typically expresses herself through quality time. They both respond to physical touch.

Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

Oh, you know it! Lyon proposes, but tbh I haven’t figured out the details yet, just that he doesn’t wait very long to ask (haven’t they waited long enough already?) and it’s right after he gets back from a big job.

What would happen if they never met?

To keep canon in place, I assume Weaver did take up an offer at another guild and leaves Marguerite. She gets along pretty well with the folks at Blue Pegasus, maybe she’d keep her off-and-on thing with Hibiki going longer? She’d still be a very successful wizard, but this would also shift Kit’s story quite a bit, I’m sure.

Who dies first? How does the other one react?

Hm, don’t wanna think about that! But both of their hearts would be ripped out and crushed into dust!

Are there any love rivals?

Juvia made things so much harder, delayed the inevitable by several more months.

Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

I cried when first drafting their confession, it's just so much. The slow-dancing, Lyon showering her in compliments, Weaver chasing him into the cold, the chivalrous draping of his coat over her shoulders, the feeling that things are finally - finally - aligning how they should. It's nervous honesty and love-struck smiles and I wouldn't have it any other way.

What do other characters think about this relationship?

Kit cries over just about every major milestone of this relationship and once said "It always comes back to Lyon and Weaver."

Describe or write a really fluffy scene!

The duo stumble and skip out of the bar and into the streets, the cheers of a party still coming from inside before the closing door muffles the sound. Weaver grabs Lyon’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and swings them while they walk beside the river. They’re both giggling and there is a light blush of alcohol on both their cheeks.

Lyon’s chuckles one last time before saying, “I cannot believe things got so out of hand.” Weaver smacks his arm.

“Of course you can, you’re the one who brought up those childish games - what are you, twelve?” Lyon rolls his eyes at her comment before Weaver continues, “Eh, Yuka is probably gonna ream you for jewels tomorrow anyway.”

“Why’s that?” He questions, “Because I don’t do kissing dares?”

“Wow, Snowflake, I didn’t realize you were such a coward,” she laughs and they stop walking. “You’re letting Yuka win just because you’re scared to kiss me?”

“I’m not scared of anything.” Their faces start to get close.

She grins. “Oh, yeah?”

There’s silence for just a moment, their eyes locked, until they flutter shut as Lyon leans down. It’s nothing fancy, chaste and quick, but a simple truth rings into that silence. He kisses her. She kisses back. And, finally, how right the world feels then.

Describe or write a really angsty scene!

It's off-screen and it hurts me, but during the Grand Magic Games Weaver takes a walk one night to avoid Lyon and Juvia and there's a point where she just sits on some stairs and starts to cry, frustrated and heavy. She's so sick of this game and so confused about what she can do about it, if anything at all. She feels like she might be too late.

Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before.

Lyon develops a mindless habit that, if his arm is around Weaver, his thumb might start to trace where her emblem is on her hip.

What does a typical date look like for them?

Going out for dinner and dancing is always fun for them. Also fans of just enjoying the day in the park, some ice skating as a cherry on top.

What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

Lyon and Kit both come back from the Nirvana mission shaken up, but Kit is far worse off, even with everything Weaver does to comfort them both. Lyon shows a lot of genuine care for her brother then, by providing what little information he knows for her, and it means the world to Weaver to know that Lyon will look out for Kit when she can’t be there.

Ask your own question! [what would be a great au for them?]

Is it too cliche to say flowershop au? Tell me Weaver would do anything else. Anyway Lyon wanted flowers for Ur and now he just needs to keep finding random reasons to get more bouquets.

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[rebelmeg]

Author Tag Game

I was tagged by my lovely @tehroserose​!  Thanks, gumdrop!

Author Name: rebelmeg

Fandoms You Write For: MCU (with one Harry Potter outlier and a few fics from other fandoms that aren’t published)

Where You Post: AO3, and then I typically share to my Tumblr

Most Popular One-Shot: SI Internship Team, a Tony and his Science Sons fic, with a surprise appearance by Rhodey!  This one definitely has the most kudos, followed pretty closely by Iron Savior, and Endgame fix-it that features an older Morgan, some time travel tweaking, and the ending Tony deserved.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: My Winter Solder/Bucky raising kid Tony fic, How To Save A Life (It Just Might Be Yours).  The angst, the hurt/comfort, the soft fluff, the kid Tony and soft dad Bucky, it all worked in my favor.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Can’t pick a favorite child, I can’t do it.  HOWEVER, here are the three that are on the bottom of the kudos list.  The Harry Potter one that has Sirius finding the Potters the night they were murdered, The Loss I Have Sustained.  A love letter from Bucky during the war to his unspecified significant other (no pronouns or specific details, sub in your favorite character), Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me).  And the half-fic, half-moodboard Frankenstein creation that is my take on a flowershow AU, Flowershop Row.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: For some reason Misfit Toys had me going “What the heck did I just write?!” and I was second-guessing myself the whole way through.  Personal and Working Relationships (my take on Pepperony’s canon meeting and how their relationship developed up through IM1) was one I had a hard time getting right, so I was nervous about that one.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: I like having titles that make it easy to remember which fic it is, and I didn’t discover that until recently, when I realized I had a few fics with similar titles, ex: How It Should Have Been (And Maybe How It Was) vs. How To Save A Life (It Just Might Be Yours).  The first is an Aunt Peggy and nephew Tony fic, the latter is a Winter Soldier Bucky raising Tony fic.  Or kind of obscure titles, like Broken Parts, On The Mend, which tells me nothing when I’m so fond of such damaged, broken babies (in this case it’s Tony and Bucky becoming friends and bonding over a replacement arm for Bucky).  Or The History We Have, which is also not helpful or descriptive at all, and says nothing about it being a kid!fic where the Winter Soldier and HYDRA kidnap kid Tony.  So if nothing immediately pops into my head that fits the theme, or I don’t have a title prepared already, I’ll scan the first couple pages of the fic and try to put something together from that.

Do You Outline: Kinda?  As I get ideas and scenes come to me, I have them laid out chronologically in the doc, and I’ll fill in gaps when I know what I want to happen.  But it’s not often organized.  It’ll often look something like this (from a BBB fic about a coffee-loving Bucky):

*comes in wrapped up in a scarf, hat, jacket, gloves, whole nine yards, orders a huge hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and cinnamon*           “How is it possible for a man that looks like a hobo half the time and an assassin the other half to look cute?”

Do I know who’s talking?  No.  What you see is all I have, and at some point, that will be extended into a scene, and then appropriately set in the fic so it gets transitioned into and out of in a way that makes sense.

All my stuff looks like this, until it gets lengthened out and made into actual fic.

Complete: I have 97 fics posted on AO3!  Which I’m super excited about, I’m so close to a huge milestone!  The most recent one was a post-Endgame fix-it Phil and Pepper friendship fic, The Tony Stark Halfway House For Those Currently Pretending To Be Dead

In-Progress: I have 49 fics in my fanfic folder that have their own Word doc, which usually means they’re at least a page long, or about 500 words.  I also have a “bits and pieces” doc that’s just ideas or snippets of dialogue or even full scenes just waiting for something bigger to glom onto.  That doc, minus the timeline at the end so I can keep it all straight, is 22K.  So... yeah.  Lots.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: As for coming soon, we’ve got several Bucky fics that I wanna get done for BBB.  The aforementioned coffee-lover Bucky fic, which is basically a fluff and humor coffeeshop AU.  One that is currently labelled “Tragic Bucky Fic” which is Bucky’s history as the Winter Soldier, and recovery after he escapes, that one is a “fill the gaps in canon” fic.  I’ve also got IMBB coming up, and I have I think 4 different fics that are potential contenders for that one.  I’m also doing two other bingos, Bruce Banner and Ladies of Marvel, and most of those are either not started or barely started.  

Do You Accept Prompts: I typically don’t say I am, but I am always open to having suggestions thrown at me!  Especially in comments on my fic, I have SO MANY SCREENCAPS saved that are amazing fic ideas that I want to pursue.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: If we’re talking ones that I have already started, I have to say... possibly one called The Ghost and The Machine, which has spy!Bucky and ghost!Tony, and it’s been hilarious!  I’m excited to have that one done.

As for ones I have not yet started, either a couple Carol/Rhodey things I’ve been batting around (a meet-cute and a sad one), or a couple BuckyNat things, one of which is a take on Hades and Persephone.

Tagging: @bill-longbow​, @newnewyorker93​, @the-kitteh​, @kimannhart​, @summerpipedream​, and literally anyone else who wants to play too!  Consider yourself tagged, I will be delighted!

[hootpoop12]

Jade runs a flower shop, one day John comes in looking for a bouquet, jade's says "ah well here we have the Rose's, the traditional bouquet for expressing love", then John's like "yeah I'm looking more for something that says 'fuck you, idiot', you know what I mean?" Jade just smiles and says "ah, date night with terezi, right this way, got some nice aconite and orange lilies just for this"

A flowershop AU sounds so nice and sweet I kinda wanna make it like a psychological horror themed one now PFFT Terezi is an ex-detective turned serial killer and John is her soon to be victim. If that sounds too dark it can be made into a dark comedy. She constantly ALMOST kills him but he dumbly escapes near death experiences a ton of times and never connects the dots as to why he’s always getting mauled pfft finally when she gets him and he’s dying in her arms she’s like “....W41T NO.... 1 L1K3 TH1S DOOFUS.” 

[ao3feed-soriku]

myosotis and zantedeschia.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aWVICg

by Junnieevee

“Honestly, when was the last time you got laid?” Vanitas' words echoed in her head.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, that kind of beauty you know it goes beyond physical appearance.

Xion smiled at her, showing her dumbest, most dorky smile on the worst moment ever. And yet, her brain didn’t register how much of a dumbass she was being, as she slowly raised a hand and waved before she knew what she was doing.

And the fairytale-like spell vanished as the little angel blushed and yelped like a small, kicked puppy, running away from her gaze to the insides of the store they just came out of.

“Smooth move girl”

Xion’s blissed-out state melted and her face became a representation of the horror itself.

“Roxas please kill me” she blurted out.

“Oh great Axel, you broke her”

Words: 3976, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of One Sky & The Paopu Fruit: Just another flowershop/tattooshop (gay) story

Fandoms: Kingdom Hearts

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Naminé (Kingdom Hearts), Axel (Kingdom Hearts), Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts), Shiki (Kingdom Hearts), Aqua (Kingdom Hearts), Terra (Kingdom Hearts), Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Kairi (Kingdom Hearts), Ventus (Kingdom Hearts), Larxene (Kingdom Hearts), Marluxia (Kingdom Hearts)

Relationships: Naminé/Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Axel/Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Lea/Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Aqua/Terra (Kingdom Hearts), Vanitas/Ventus (Kingdom Hearts)

Additional Tags: Vanitas Swears (Kingdom Hearts), Xion Swears (Kingdom Hearts), Roxas Swears (Kingdom Hearts), Axel swears, how is that everyone has a tag for swearing and axel doesn't???, Larxene is a bitch, Marluxia doesn't even really appear, sora is a heavily tattooed young man, i mean everyone at the tattoo shop is too, but sora is so cute, anyway, Sora Is a Ray of Sunshine (Kingdom Hearts), Sora is the boss, gay disaster xion, even gayer disaster nams, Established Relationship, i mean kinda? van/ven love each other that's all, Terra's so in love, with Aqua of course, oh right, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, i love this au, Protective Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Riku Loves Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Like, Love at First Sight, You know??, there's going to be some twewy and ff characters, Xion loves Nams, A lot - Freeform, Aquamom, Papaterra, Kinda, Terra's just honestly another kid, vanitas' an ass, Vanitas Being an Asshole (Kingdom Hearts), but like, a nice asshole, Sora and Vanitas Are Siblings (Kingdom Hearts), Sora and Roxas are best friends, Roxas and Ventus Are Siblings (Kingdom Hearts), Vanitas is a good bro, do you know what a Prince Albert is?, please don't google it, is just basically a piercing in the whee whee, yeah your welcome, wow so much tags

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aWVICg

[sorbriquette]

Day 1 - A Declaration of War

Righto so this is Carry On Countdown Day 1 - Flowershop AU. 

While normally I would only post to AO3 because there are people who’s opinions I care about that follow me here but it is kinda a tumblr event no?

Also those of you still waiting on Not Really’s epilogue it’s coming, I wrote it before I wrote this I just also scrapped the entire thing cause I hated it but it’s coming I promise.

Technically a Florist/Tattoo artist Au cause I can’t help myself but weves. Under the cut yo cause its like 3k

Simon POV

I see him again as I'm packing up the flower pots we keep outside. A wave of unrestrained (and arguably unreasonable) anger washes over me.

It's not like I'm surprised, it happens nearly every day.

I'm packing up for the day as the sun starts to set and that bastard meanders on through smoking his cigarette and fucking up my air. He always looks at me and sneers or wrinkles his nose. I always meet his gaze because I'm not a coward and anything else feels like backing down.

He's a couple of inches taller than me but I'm pretty sure I could take him. He's thin, doesn't look like much.

I suppose vampires don't have to look like much, though, do they? What with super strength and hearing and what not.

I don't really think he's a vampire. But he only ever works evenings and he's got a widow’s peak and a strong aura of aristocratic conceit and he's unfairly pretty. So, I call him the vampire when me and Penny talk about him. Mainly because I don't actually know his name. We've never exchanged any words, just various glares as we pass each other.

He works at the tattoo shop next door, I think. I've never asked or been in, obviously. But he's there nearly every night and I can't see any ink on him.

He gives me one more disdainful look before snubbing his cigarette and tossing it in the bin.

I resist the urge to toss the cactus I'm carrying at him.

I don't because I'm on the clock and that would only damage Ebb's business, which I wouldn't do because she was kind enough to give me a job. That doesn't stop me vividly imagining throwing a cactus at his smug face, though.

I pack things up quick enough after that.

* * *

"You're home early. Vampire boy there today then?" Penny asks when I walk through the door to our flat.

I shrug. "Yeah, what's that got to do with anything?"

Penny hums to herself, flicking absently through a book that must be bigger than her head. "You just work much faster once you see him."

"Yeah, because he ruins my day and I don't want to be there anymore."

"Oh, so you don't work slowly because you're waiting to see him?"

I scowl at what Penny is insinuating but she doesn't look up to acknowledge it. "No, I take my time and enjoy my job before he comes and ruins it."

Penny gives a dubious hum and tilts her head to the side slightly, bright blue bun flopping around. "Whatever you say, Si."

* * *

"I'll take the most passive-aggressive bunch of flowers you have," a voice says, startling me from the Tetris I was playing on my phone.

If I were leaning back any further on my chair I'd have toppled over. Black hair, grey eyes, red-gold skin and a stupid widow's peak. "You," I basically hiss at him.

In hindsight, not how I should talk to a customer. But he shouldn't even be here, the sun's still up.

"Me?" he asks raising one stupidly well-defined eyebrow. He sounds exactly like I'd expected him to. Posh, stuck up, rude.

I bite my tongue and settle all four legs of my chair back on the ground.

Be polite, he's a customer. I repeat over and over in my head like some kind of mantra.

"How can I help you?" I try again.

If anything, he looks more confused, the corner of his lips pulling together in a harsh line as he observes me. "Passive-aggressive flowers, please," he repeats.

I frown. "What are they for?"

"I didn't know your services doubled as a therapist."

I roll my eyes. Yep, exactly as much of a prick as I'd imagined in my head. "If I know what they're for I can help tailor them to the occasion. Passive aggressive isn't much to go on."

He scrunches up his face further. "If you must know, my father is coming to visit."

I glance away from him for a moment. "Sorry."

I think I see him roll his eyes but I still refuse to look there so I can't be sure. "Don't worry about it, I just need a bouquet."

I nod to myself and waltz out from behind the counter and into the shop proper to join him. 'Well, obviously we don't make bouquets that say, 'fuck you' on the regular, but I can make one up.”

He follows me as we wander over to the corner of the store where the loose flowers are kept.

"Yellow carnations are for disdain," I say plucking one out of a bucket by the door, "Peonies sometimes mean anger, Rhododendron means danger, tansy is a declaration of war, or is that a bit much?"

"Bit much," he says and I put the tansy back.

I hold the other three up for him. "You can smell them if you want, see what you prefer."

He holds up a hand almost immediately and takes a step back. "No thank you. I've terribly hay fever, I had to take three anti-histamines before even coming in here."

Oh. Allergies.

Oh no.

Had I been imagining our feud this entire time? Was his crinkled nose always just because of the plants and not me?

I'm an idiot.

Penny's going to have a field day with this.

"Are you alright?" he questions, pulling me out of my momentary freakout.

"I thought you hated me," I say before I catch the words falling out my mouth.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise again. "What?"

Oh well, I'm in deep already, it's not like anything I could say would make this worse. "Whenever you walked past you always looked so well, disdainful," I say holding up the carnation, "I thought you hated me."

"Why would I hate you? I don't know you."

I shrug again, a few petals falling off the handfuls of flowers I have at the violence of the gesture. "I hated you," I tell him, once again, not thinking.

"You did?" He actually looks a little offended at that.

"Yeah, but only because I thought you hated me."

He stares at me for a few seconds, staring me up and down as I turn red enough to rival the roses beside me.

"You're an idiot," he says eventually, like he's just come to some grand realisation.

In that moment I can't even think of anything to say but, "yeah."

He watches me a moment more before he starts laughing. I only manage to flush darker at that. Maybe I should go get Ebb and let her handle this.

He just shakes his head by the end of it. "To think, you never sent me any tansies."

"I -uh - I can have your order done by this afternoon if you want to come pick it up before work," I tell him because I desperately want to change the subject.

He raises an eyebrow ever higher. "Have you been stalking me as part of this imaginary war of yours?" He's just teasing, I think.

"Don't be a git, you work next door, right?"

He seems to take a pity on me, at least for a moment. "Yes, and thank you, that sounds great."

I gather up the flowers and head back behind the counter, too shaken up to actually say anything. He seems to get the message and follows anyway, leaning lazily against the counter top and I start putting his order into the system.

"That'll be about twenty quid, you can pay when you pick it up. Could I just grab a name for that order?"

I prepare a multitude of reasons because really, I don't need his name. I'll be here this afternoon when he comes to pick them up. I want to know it though, so I ask. I can't keep calling him the vampire forever. Mainly because now I've seen him in the sun and he neither burns nor sparkles.

"Basil," he says and this time it's my turn to start giggling.

I do my best to contain it but putting a hand over my mouth and pursing my lips does little to stop the sound escaping.

"Something funny?" He asks, still looking more amused than anything.

"Basil means hate."

A frown mars his features. "What?"

"We were talking about what plants mean. Basil; it means hate. You want me to put some in the bouquet?"

Apparently, he does find some amusement in it because I see the corner of his mouth twitch up. I guess he only laughs properly when it's at someone else. "No, do not."

"Have it your way. Is there anything else I can get for you?" I ask because I am a good employee, no matter how much I'm praying from him to just leave and let this mortification end.

"Your name."

"What?"

"You have my name now I want yours," he doesn't so much ask as demands.

I don't have it in me to deny him right now. "Uh, Simon Snow."

He basically snorts, he looks a little embarrassed by it but apparently I'm terrible at reading him so who really knows? "Well, Snow, I'll see you this afternoon."

"You can just call me, Simon," I yell after him as he leaves. I'm not sure if the door shuts before or after I say it but he gives no sign of having heard.

* * *

"So why do you work in a tattoo shop but not have any tatts?" I ask as soon as he walks through the door.

Basil actually looks a little taken aback by my words. "Do you always pry so deep into the lives of your customers?" He asks sauntering up to the counter. I'm not sure if he'd call it sauntering, but I definitely think it's sauntering.

"It's called small talk."

"My father insists I get some 'real world experience' and my aunt had connections so I got a job there. I have a steady hand and an eye for detail."

"You got the job your father wanted you to and now you're buying 'fuck you' flowers?"

"No. He loathes that I work there. He just wanted me to work, so I got the job he'd hate most."

"So why the flowers?"

He raises an eyebrow at me again but a smirk accompanies it this time. "Allergies run in the family."

I just nod. Seems like the kind of devious scheme this guy would be in on. What’s the point of a shitty gesture if people legitimately think you're being nice. "One moment, I'll grab your order."

"So, how's your relationship with your parents?" He calls after me as I disappear into the back.

I come back a moment later with his arrangement and lay it down on the counter. "None of your business," I tell him as I begin entering prices into the till.

"Now now, you pry into my life, I get to pry into yours. It's only fair."

I glance up at him and he's still looking unbearably smug, so I can't help myself, "No clue, I was raised in care."

His expression doesn't change. "And now we're even."

I roll my eyes. Maybe I was right to hate this guy, he is kind of a prick. It is kind of nice not to coddled and fawned over the moment people find that out, though.

I don't respond I just shrug and hand him the eftpos machine.

He pays and scoops up his flowers, tossing a quick, "Thank you, Snow." over his shoulders as he walks out.

"It's Simon," I remind him again.

And again, I get no response.

* * *

The next time I see Baz it's one of his regularly scheduled walks by the store on his way to work.

He gives me a nod in greeting, exhaling a puff of smoke from his lips as they're drawn into a half smile. "Snow," is all he says in greeting.

I'm halfway through putting a couple of pots of orchids back inside and I almost trip over myself placing them on the nearest table and darting back inside, shouting a quick, "stay there," over my shoulder at Baz.

When I come back outside, I almost wish he hadn't listened to me. But he did. He's still standing there, cigarette now blissfully extinguished.

I thrust the bouquet of flowers at him, not daring to actually look him in the eye.

He hesitates a moment, "Snow, I have allergies, we've been through this."

"They're fake," I feel the flowers lifted from my grasp and tentatively let go, "well, the basil isn't but I don't think that will mess you up."

I can see him raising an eyebrow over the flowers he's currently got his face buried in. "Which means hate? Are you trying to tell me something, Snow?"

"There's tansies too, so -"

"A declaration of war?" He cuts me off.

I nod. "I thought it was only fair that you knew about our rivalry this time."

"Is that so? And what does this one mean?" he asks, looking stupidly smug, as a draws a single rose from the centre.

"I think you know what it means." I brace myself for rejection, for him to throw the flowers back and laugh in my face.

He just gives a soft hum instead. "Do I? I'm not a florist. Enlighten me."

It sounds almost like a challenge and I never back down from a challenge. Still challenge or no, my voice wavers slightly when I respond. "It means that maybe I'd like to take you to dinner on Wednesday night? You don't work then right?"

When his eyebrow raises this time it's an over exaggerated gesture that makes my stomach drop with panic as I wait for him to taunt me. He does, of course.

"That's a very specific meaning."

I flush again and drag a hand through my hair. Why am I always so flustered around him?

His gaze softens some, "But yes, I'd like to go for dinner." If he questions why I know when he works, he doesn't voice it, which is probably for the best. "I'll meet you here at 6? That's when you finish right." Or maybe that's why he doesn't question my knowledge of his schedule.

"Uh, yeah," I nod vigorously.

He smiles at me once more over the top of the flowers, a proper smile this time. "I should get to work, thank you for the flowers, Simon."

I almost go to shout after him and correct my name. But I don't need to. He called me Simon.

* * *

"If you want to do this, you're going to need to get off me," Baz tells me.

I huff and unwillingly detach from his side as he flicks the lights on in the tattoo parlour. Apparently even his seemingly nocturnal working hours have a limit.

"Go sit down, I'll be with you in a moment," he calls as he rushes around grabbing various equipment.

I do sit down in the chair, waiting as patiently as I can for my boyfriend to gather what he needs. I'm surprisingly nervous. It's not like I've never gotten a tattoo before and it's not like I don't trust Baz. Somehow the combination of the two sets me on edge though.

"Right," he more announces than says as he takes a seat beside me, needle at the ready, "what are we doing and where?"

Nothing too complicated he'd said because of time and resources and costing the store money in ink.

"This," I unlock my phone and hand it to him, picture open, before shedding my shirt, "on my shoulder."

His gaze rakes over me for a moment but Baz has always had a fair bit of restraint and he just glances at the phone once more before firing up the tattoo gun.

He leans a bit closer but right before needle pierces skin he pulls back and switches it off, picking up my phone again, a scowl decorating his features.

"What's wrong?" I ask tentatively.

"Simon," he says slowly, turning the phone to face me, "is this basil?"

I turn as red as I did the day we first talked. "Maybe. Would that be a problem?"

"We've barely been together a year," he says like it means something.

"So?" I say like it means nothing.

He sighs and puts the needle down shaking his head. "You have no idea how many people I see in here getting a tattoo of their partner only to pop back in a few months later to get it changed into something else."

I frown at him, like maybe if I can just glare hard enough, I'll get a glimpse into that mind of his. "Are you planning on breaking up with me?"

"No," he says quickly, before settling and using his usual, calm measured tone, "but none of the other couples were either. I'm just saying when- if -we break up, you don't want that."

I take my own turn to sigh, folding my arms over my still bare chest as I glower at him, "I'm not saying you need to get one. I don't see why it matters."

He does have some tattoos, just ones that are usually covered by his clothes. I can confidently say I've seen all of them by this point.

He scoffs at me. "So, if I wanted to get your name scrawled across my lower back, you'd just let me do that?"

"That's not the same thing," I snap.

I'd expected this to end in a bit of embarrassment for me when Baz figured it out, not a fight.

"It is very much so the same thing."

I open my mouth to protest but he cuts me off.

"Do you trust me?"

I stare at him for a few moments. I do. I know I do. But I also don't particularly want him talking me out of this. I relent after a few moments, "yeah."

"Good," he says, picking the needle back up and flicking it on, "hold still."

And I do. Because I do trust him, even if it hurts like a bitch.

"Done," he says after what feels like eons but I'm sure has only been minutes.

I glance down at my shoulder, making out yellow and green but it's hard to tell exactly what from this angle. Baz passes me a mirror.

"Thought I'd make it official," he tells me as I angle the mirror.

A small bunch of tansies decorates my upper arm.

A declaration of war.

[childrenoflight-darkness-nothing]

Bc I'm in a mood™ garden shop au. But not the easy Aislair ship bc we'll we've been there already. How bout....greybane or casting tydes?

I don't remember getting this but fuck yeah.

Nyar owns/works at the flower shop

Okay fuck wait. Maureen owns the flowershop. She took it over when her husband her husband passed.

And okay. Maureen still met Nyar in AA. Kind've adopted him. Because you can't stop her.

Maybe he fell on some hard times. Lost whatever job he had. Seperated from Lillian. Cut off his parents or got cut off by his parents. And Mor offers him a job. Swears it's not a favor or a handout so long as he's putting in the work. And he does.

And it's not the kinda job he ever saw himself having but it might just may be the best job he's ever had. Mor's good to him. Aislin's great. Adelin and Ferret are a bit more apprehensive/tougher to get along with. But they're not around as much. And still they're all like family.

Jace comes in one day with Jaime and Ash greets them both like either theyre regulars or old friends, though she is busy with someone else or with some other task so it's Nyar that gets to help them. Jace translating for Jaime.

And Nyar's immediately smitten. And Mor gets to tease him about it. And Claire too when she routinely stops by to hang out/see ash/help out.

[deadwriter16]

fanfiction trope ask: flower shop au

- izukachu

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

i think that at this point it’s overdone, but there’s also this like nostalgia and kinda homey feeling of finding a good flowershop au. so yeah whenever i come across one that’s good im happy to read it but i don’t ever look for the au

give me a fic trope and i’ll grade it