#flowerspecial.txts🌸

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Red Tulips (Declaration of Love) || Mammon

MEANING: Much like the red roses, red tulips are often associated with passionate expressions of love and romance. Whether given as a bouquet to a significant other or used to adorn wedding ceremonies, red tulips symbolize the fiery ardor that defines the most profound human connections.

A/N: I’m still shocked that the Obey Me games are ending 😭 I’m pretty much done with the first game but I’m waayyyy behind for NB. But despite that, my love for Mammon has not changed 💛

CW: gender neutral reader, SFW, Mammon is down bad for you as usual

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“I don’t want ya to leave MC.”

It was one of the few times you’ve seen Mammon with such a vulnerable look on his face, and you reached out for his hand worried. He held it tight, eyebrows crinkling as he went on.

“I just don’t understand- why do you have to go back so fast? What’s the problem with keepin’ you here?” He gestured toward the sky, the sight of the Devildom being a nice distraction. This wouldn’t be the last time you see this, but it would be a while before you could come back, and it made your heart twist. You rubbed at the top of his palm, trying to memorize the feeling since you don’t know when you’ll be able to touch him again.

“I know Mammon, but I can’t just abandon my home-“

“But this is your home too!” He argued.

“And I’m not denying that! But the human world was my home too, remember? It was my home before I met any of you.”

He sucked his teeth and looked away grumbling, but squeezed your hand. “I don’t understand how Lucifer is acting like it’s no big deal when I know that it’s bothering him too.”

But it was bothering Mammon the most.

How could everyone be so…calm about this? You were leaving, going back to the human world without any of them, without him. And neither of you knew when you would be back, and it left him rattled. He didn’t want you to leave- he couldn’t picture you not by his side, and the fact that it would soon become a reality made him more than upset. Even worse was that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Mammon couldn’t imagine life without you. You were an integral part of his routine- he didn’t everything with you. From his schemes that would leave you both punished to the hidden tears he would shed with you and you alone, you were always there for him and vice versa. Did you know how much you mean to him?

You were his partner in crime, his best friend, the love of his life-

Mammon choked, his cheeks darkening. He wasn’t clueless when it came to his feelings, but Diavolo did it hit him like a truck. He’s well past the point of having an innocent crush, and he has been for a while. And you weren’t clueless either, but you couldn’t have known just how deep his infatuation went.

Mammon didn’t know when he would see you again, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t tell you.

His blush spread across his features, but he swallowed his nervousness and called your name. He almost lost his composure when you glanced at him- Lord Diavolo you stole his breath away without any effort.

“Listen up okay, cause I can only say it once.” And he wasn’t lying, he probably physically couldn’t repeat himself without feeling like his heart would give out (was this how Levi felt?). He went to pull you in closer, making sure your attention was only on him. Like how it should always be.

“You give me a lot of trouble, you know.” Mammon began softly. “It’s hard for me to keep my head straight around you. And you cause a lot of problems for me on top of that.”

“I cause problems for you? Shouldn’t it be the other way around-”

“Let me finish!” He hurriedly spoke, ignoring your look. “Ever since you came down here, ever since you became my responsibility, I knew I was gonna be stuck with you. And now I can’t imagine being without you.”

Mammon could see his words taking an effect, your pointed look soon morphing into shock, eyes widening. His heart lurched at the thought of someone else holding you like this, speaking to you like this. He took the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours. “I want you so bad that it drives me crazy.”

Mammon couldn’t stop talking nor could he stop his eyes from flickering to your lips. He wanted to be the only one to hold you like this, he wanted to indulge in you, he wanted to be the only one to have you.

His pact mark with you burned on his skin, and it was a stark reminder of how you were already tied to one another- but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, he needed more. And the way your lips parted, it seemed that you felt the same way.

“It’s your fault I’m like this, ya know? Why’d you have to be so good to me like I deserve it?” Mammon’s tone grew softer, his words trailing off.

There was no need to ask what he was saying, as he took the opportunity to lean in, lips brushing against yours.

“I love you MC, and I don’t want you to leave me.”

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Forget-Me-Not (True Love) || All Might

MEANING: Forget-me-nots symbolize true love and respect. When you give someone these tiny blooms, it represents a promise that you will always remember them and will keep them in your thoughts.

A/N: I really don’t see people write about Toshinori as much as I used to 💔

CW: gender neutral reader, fluff!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

Toshinori wonders if you remember him.

He wonders if he crosses your mind as much as you do in his. Do you remember how his hands felt? He would try to soften the calluses lining his palms, not wanting you to scratch your own hands with how rough his were. But you wouldn’t care, gently tracing along them and giving his palm a soft squeeze, making his grin wider (if that was even possible).

Even now, as the beeping of the monitor echoes in his hospital room, Toshinori can’t help but have a ghost of a smile. He found that he got a sort of peace reminiscing to simpler times, back when you were a part of his life.

It still stung when he had to leave you, your eyes still holding that same sparkle he adored despite the tears lining them. But if he wanted to make the world a place where everyone can continue smiling— where you can continue to smile— then it had to be done. You couldn’t be by his side now, but he would do everything in his power to ensure that that would change. He made that promise to you, and he would keep it by any means necessary.

Toshinori didn’t have a lot of dating experience in his youth. Honestly, he still didn’t have a lot of experience even now with his age. You’ve always called him charismatic, even if he couldn’t see it himself back then. But that was years ago, and he turned into a frail old man. He let out a bitter chuckle— would you even still want him even in his current state? With his sunken eyes and scrawny form? You had a good heart, but even he doubts that you would. He was a shadow of his former self, the throbbing of his side reminding him of that.

But another part of him, the more naive side of him, wanted to believe that you would. Toshinori wanted to be selfish, and even after decades passed, he still craved you.

You were— are— everything to him. He would never find the love he had with you with someone else. He didn’t want to, he only sought out you.

You were the first person that he fell in love with, and he wanted you to be the only person. It was childish to have the thought, but it was true. If you didn’t feel the same way, Toshinori would still find solace in his memories and what could have been. He wouldn’t forget you for as long as he lived—

A knock on the door snapped him out of his musings.

“All Might sir, you have a visitor.” The nurse spoke with a cheery tone.

His coworkers made sure to put him in a good hospital where he wouldn’t be bombarded by fans. They probably came by to check on him. His appearance didn’t change much besides the bandages.

“Good, you can go ahead and bring them in. I’m sure that they’re ready to continue scolding me—“

He trailed off, jaw dropping and eyes widening. He thought it was his mind playing a horrible trick on him.

There you stood in the doorway, calling his name. You’ve aged gracefully— some streaks of gray scattered throughout your hair, crow’s feet lining the corners of your eyes— you still looked as beautiful as the first day he saw you.

Toshinori was left speechless, but didn’t hesitate to sink into you after you rushed towards him, sobbing into the crook of his neck in a crushing hug.

So much was left unsaid between you both, but as he wrapped his arms around you fighting back his own tears, he would make sure to not waste this second chance.

Toshinori would keep his promise that he made to you from all those years ago.

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Orange Lily (Hatred) || Jamil

MEANING: “Lilies are generally thought of as a flower of spring, but orange ones mean the opposite of love. The orange lily can reflect both passionate desire and hatred, quite possibly at the same time.”

A/N: Did you guys see the new PV for the anime??? I’m so excited for it everyone looks so pretty ahhhhh

CW: gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for Jamil’s backstory

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

Jamil despised you.

You were annoying, not as much as Kalim, but your presence along with his was beginning to wear on his patience. Having to take care of the immature housewarden was more than taxing— adding you to the equation only made his work more difficult than it needed to be.

Seeing you so giddy, egging on Kalim’s naivety made Jamil’s eyebrow twitch. His small irritation soon grew into disdain, and the longer you outstayed your welcome at the dorms, the more his contempt swelled.

He hated how carefree you were, how quick you were to adapt to his moves. How fast you were to offer your aid to him despite him not needing it with a smile nonetheless. It was mocking to him— no matter how much he tried to ignore how it made him feel at ease.

Jamil hated how much you left him distracted. He was losing focus on his end goal. Your appearance was becoming more common in his life, and it was growing to be a pain. You were straying to his side in your free time, becoming his second shadow. He hated how easy he found it to converse with you, how he didn’t have to play his act, how he could let his guard down— it left him confused as it did resentful. He gritted his teeth, becoming exasperated.

Why of all people did it have to be you? The prefect who came out of nowhere with just the clothes on their back, with nothing to their name in this world. The human who was slowly worming their way into Jamil’s heart like a parasite— one that he was unable to get rid of. You were an obstacle in his way that he couldn’t find a means satisfying enough to destroy.

He hated you— he hated the way you made his chest ache, how you made his tension fade away in moments, and how you made him fall for you so effortlessly.

Jamil was on the verge of snapping, but something had to be done about you. You couldn’t go unchecked anymore— but there was a way to continue out his plans while being selfish with you.

You wouldn’t be none the wiser falling under his spell, but things wouldn’t be complicated anymore.

Jamil would finally be able to have everything he deserved, including you— even if his loathing morphed into twisted desire.

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Morning Glory (Affection) || Tamaki

MEANING: In Japan, Morning Glory flowers are associated with the impermanence of life and love. They are a reminder to cherish the present moment and appreciate the fleeting beauty of existence. In the language of flowers, Morning Glories represent love in its many forms, from unrequited love to deep affection.

A/N: I keep dabbling in and out of MHA only because I need to reread it (and I’m waiting on the final box set to do so). Reader is gender neutral!

CW: reader and Tamaki are adults and officially pro-heroes, SFW

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

Tamaki was convinced that you were going to be the death of him. You were going to be the reason that his heart stopped, literally. The way it was so close to beating out of his chest right now, he was almost sure of it.

How was he expected to function normal when you were doing this to him? And it didn’t help when you flashed that smile at him— it made him weak enough to lose his breath.

Tamaki wasn’t used to physical touch outside of fighting. He wasn’t used to wanting someone to touch him. But here he was, ready to pass out yet hoping that you wouldn’t stop.

“We’re going to be late—“ he tried to get out, but he clamped up as you pressed another kiss to his nose. The teasing grin lining your face only made him blush harder (if that was possible).

“Oh it’ll be fine.” You reached up, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear, the tips no doubt burning bright red. “It wouldn’t be the first time they had to wait for their number one hero.”

Your words sent shivers down Tamaki’s spine, but in a good way. It always did. Despite him feeling like he would pass out at any moment, it was secretly one of his favorite things about this relationship.

Part of the reason you did it was to get a rise out of him, but it was all genuine. It’s been far and few times where Tamaki hasn’t recoiled away from someone’s touch, but being with you made him realize how touch starved he was. Even holding hands together made his insides melt, but he didn’t dare pull away— every touch you gave him was gentle and sincere, and it was needed daily, especially after a rough mission.

You peppered more kisses across Tamaki’s face, and he came to accept that he could be just a few minutes late to the meeting.

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Holly (Domestic Happiness) || Chuuya

MEANING: Holly represents the modern-day symbols of happiness, peace, and optimism at home. As the last birth flower of the year, it blends positivity of the festive holiday season with hope for the new year approaching.

A/N: I love picturing Chuuya’s domestic life, he deserves all the happiness in life 🧡 Reader is gender neutral!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

It wasn’t often that you would wake up next to Chuuya.

The differing hours between your occupations made it a bit difficult- his position as an Executive made him work odd hours while your regular office job had you gone from sunrise to sunset. You still made time to see one another in other ways, but it was hard to find yourselves next to one another when sleep called.

When you felt something warm stir beside you, you were surprised to find that it was your husband, soundly asleep. He looked so peaceful, ginger locks spilling onto the pillow below. You were both jealous and amazed at how he looked so beautiful without even trying.

When was the last time you saw him like this? It had to be during your honeymoon, right? That was months ago, and seeing him like this now had you reliving the moment all over again.

It was a small ceremony, some of your close family and friends at a venue far from Yokohama. Seeing him become so awed as you walked down the aisle, seeing the tips of his ears burn bright as he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. You remember how much your cheeks were hurting that day from saying I do all the way to the reception and more.

“What’s got you smilin’ so hard?”

Chuuya roused from under the sheets, voice raspy and filled with sleep. “Must be good if it got you up like this.”

“It is.” You chuckled, tangling your legs with his. Chuuya shot you the same tender look as when he first said I love you at the sound. His azure eyes softened, pulling you towards him.

“Mind telling me what’s it about?” He wrapped his arms across your waist, rolling on top of you and burying his face into the nape of your neck, pressing kisses against it. It left you tickled, laughing as you weakly attempted to push him away.

Being married hasn’t changed anything in your relationship- you still had the same playfulness like you did in the early stages. The only thing that changed was the promise of forever, which you could do with Chuuya.

“I’m surprised to see you off today.” You gave him a quick peck in the midst of his “attack.” “Do I get to have you to myself all day?”

“Not all day unfortunately, I gotta see the boss around nine.” Chuuya sighed, getting off of you but still keeping you in his arms.

“This morning?”

“Yeah, but it shouldn’t take long. I’ll take you to that cafe you’ve been wanting to try once I’m done.”

You slept in since today you were off, so if your husband was still here…

“Um, Chuuya-“ a quick glance at your phone on the nightstand proved your thoughts right. “It’s 10:30.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Chuuya shoot out the bed like he did, covers and pillows being flung to the floor. He snatched up his own phone, cursing at the missed calls and texts. He groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. It was funny to see him stressed like this since he was always so composed- you held in your laugh while you got up too, chills shooting through body as your feet touched the floor.

“I’ll make you some quick breakfast- just go get ready.”

It was stereotypical, sending him out the door with his meal in hand and a kiss (even if one kiss turned to two, then to three- he could never get enough).

But seeing the adoration in his eyes match the same shine as your wedding ring made it more than worth it.

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Pink Camellia (Longing for You) || Nanami

MEANING: “Pink camellias symbolize a longing for someone and is given to someone who is missed. Whether it's a friend who you haven't seen in a while or a romantic partner working away for a few days, pink camellias can be sent to both platonic and romantic relationships.”

A/N: I still love Nanami 💛 reader is gender neutral!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“I’ll be back soon enough.”

Nanami held a soft smile, one that would seem out of place for where he was at currently. The mission he was sent on had him on the other side of the globe, hundreds and thousands of miles away from you. You would send selfies and pictures of mundane things that you were doing or would do together, and while it satiated him for a few moments, it made him miss you more.

It was funny, he was more worried about you being by yourself and feeling alone, yet here he was, counting down the days where he would be able to hold you again. It sounded like you were doing a lot better than he was at dealing with the circumstances.

“I know, get some rest okay? I love you Kento.”

His heart pulled at the sound of your voice, and he imagined you in your shared bed, saying those same words while cradling him, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. It gave Nanami all the push to hurry up and get this mission over with so he could hurry back to you.

“I love you too.”

——-

You missed Kento, so much.

You tried to put on a brave face when your husband first told you that he was leaving— you knew the type of job he had, and that he was risking his life every time he walked out of the front door. But it didn’t help knowing that he would be gone for so long.

All you could do was support him the best you could, even if it left you worrying every time he was gone. You tried to busy yourself and keep your mind off of the worst case scenario— even sending him photos to stay optimistic, even if he didn’t respond right away. No matter how many blankets you wrapped around yourself, the bed still felt cold without your husband. You found yourself hugging his pillow on the worst nights, his scent already fading as you dreamt of Ijichi at your door, a solemn look on his face.

Those would be the hardest nights, waking up in a cold sweat with tears down your cheeks.

You would try to avoid those thoughts, but it only became more frequent the longer Kento was gone. The bags under your eyes began to match his, which didn’t go unnoticed— but you weren’t going to complain. You weren’t the one risking your life fighting curses, he was.

You would wait for your husband no matter how long it took.

You just wanted him to come home safe.

——-

You hadn’t heard from Kento in days.

You kept rereading his last message, finger shakily scrolling on the screen.

You were finally drifting into another dreamless sleep, phone loosely held when you heard a knock on the door.

Your stomach dropped, the sense of dread sinking down to your feet as you anxiously dragged yourself to the door. The blanket wrapped around you was suppose to act like comfort, but it only did in the sense of preparing for the inevitable. It was cold, sucking the warmth it did have from before out of it.

You cracked open the door, already wanting to cry out when you see flowers.

Peach petals filled your vision, their smell wafting into your nose. The blanket around your shoulders fell, tears already prickling in your eyes.

Kento stood tall, half of his face wrapped with bandages and his arm in a sling, a soft smile lining his face. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when you shot into his arms, already sobbing into his chest.

He held you just as tight, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, whispering just how much he missed you.

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Marigold (Grief) || Simeon

MEANING: In the Victorian Language of the Flowers, Marigolds were all about grief and sadness. Bouquets of marigolds were often given during times of mourning as a way of expressing solidarity and kindness--many felt that their cheerful colors could help ease the pain of grief.

A/N: I haven’t played Obey Me in a while (so I missed Barbatos birthday 💔) BUT I plan on catching up on my off days. Reader is gender neutral!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

Simeon was excited to see you.

A surge of adrenaline passed through him as he was handed the flowers- he always thought the human world had such vivid colors. He could understand why you called them boring after seeing what the Devildom and the Celestial Realm had to offer, but he reassured that your human world flowers had something special to offer of their own.

Simeon personally had his own appreciation of them, but he made sure to get a mix of all three worlds for your own bouquet. He could imagine it now- your eyes lighting up like your smile at the sight. It brought a pool of warmth to his stomach.

He made sure to grab your favorite dessert from the cafe- which was hard because you said all of them were your favorite. He remembered which one you really liked though, remembering the way your eyes became wide and the sincere awe you had. He made sure to wrap it up neatly on his way out the door.

Simeon wondered how you were doing. It’s been a while since he was able to stop by and see you, far too long for his liking. He can see why Lucifer and the others would react like they did whenever you did leave, as childish as it may seem.

As he got closer, his steps slowed down and his stomach began turning. The nerves in his body couldn’t be stilled, the grip on your flowers starting to loosen.

Despite it all, he kept a smile on his face because he did miss you, truly.

He missed you so much. More than what he thought was possible. Never had another soul, let alone a human, made him feel this before.

But he waited too late to express that to you.

“Hello MC, it’s been quite a long time.”

The tombstone was adorned with many gifts, and Simeon could feel tears rolling down his cheeks as soon as his eyes landed on it.

He kneeled down, ignoring the dirt starting to cling to his pants. He rubbed at your name like he would your cheek, the contrast being the cold stone to the warmth that he was used to.

“I’m sorry it took so long to see you. There have been some…changes lately with me.” He let out a dry chuckle. The brothers tried their best to prepare him for this among other things, but it was proving to be difficult.

He wondered if your wings would look like his did at one point, so pristine and full of life.

“But nevertheless, we have quite a lot we need to catch up on.”

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Arbovitae (Unchanging Friendship) || Yosano

MEANING: Arborvitae can symbolize everlasting friendship and immortality. In Victorian flower language, arborvitae can also mean looking forward to an unchanging friendship after graduation.

A/N: I need Yosano to start getting more recognition in fanfics 😤 reader is gender neutral!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“What are we cheering to?”

The question somewhat brought Yosano out of her tipsy haze, swishing her glass around while you both glanced at the glowing skyline.

“To you leaving me.” She cracked a bitter smile.

“Well that’s nothing to cheer about.” You pouted, pouring more alcohol in your own cup.

“It is. You’re finally getting to spread your wings outside of Yokohama- anyone would be cheering for that.” She kept a smile on her face as her chest tightened. You got an amazing job offer overseas, an opportunity that you’ve been dreaming of long enough. And Yosano was happy for you- hell, she jumped around and decided to throw you the impromptu party at the agency the moment you told her the news.

She knew how much this meant to you, but she also knew that you would be gone. Leaving her behind.

Yosano wasn’t jealous by any means, but you leaving meant that she would be missing a part of her- a part that may be lost forever. She internally groaned at how sappy she was getting- maybe she drunk more than she thought.

“It’s a once in a lifetime chance- you’ll be a fool to not take it.” She said solemnly, dark burgundy locks blowing with the breeze.

“I know,” you answered, swirling your drink around.

“So why do you sound so disappointed?”

“Because I’ll miss you.”

Your poignant words carried with the wind, silence settling between you. You were in the same boat as she was- and no matter how much she could act like it wasn’t eating at her, she would be lying. But where she could try and hide it, you refused to.

It was one of her favorite qualities about you. You were always honest to a fault, never being one to hide your feelings or your thoughts. It was one of the many things that had her drawn to you.

“Why do you act like this is the end?”

Yosano stepped away from the ledge, making her way back to you like she always will. She gently called your name.

“Do you really think this is enough to keep us apart? That anything would be enough?”

Yosano wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince you or yourself, but her words held conviction regardless.

“I don’t, but it’s going to be hard-“

“Nonsense. I can always catch a flight- besides, I can use some time away from the agency once in a while. I’m sure they’re ready to get some time away from me anyway.” She waved her hand nonchalantly. Her smile turned sincere as she moved to grab your hand.

“You’ve been my best friend for ages. Nothing’s coming in between us- I won’t allow it and I sure as hell know you won’t either.”

Your smile began to match hers, putting both of you at ease. This move wasn’t going to shatter your relationship. If anything, it would make it stronger- absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all.

“But what are we cheering to? We can’t keep drinking and not cheers to anything.”

“We could actually, but we should still have something to commemorate the moment.” Yosano hummed, before bringing her glass in the air proudly.

“To new beginnings, and a lifetime of friendship.”

You didn’t hesitate to meet your glass with her, a resounding clink sealing her words.

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Yellow Hyacinth (Jealousy) || Sukuna

MEANING: “In modern times, hyacinths are often seen as symbols of sincerity and the desire to convey one's emotions honestly to another person; on the other hand yellow hyacinths were associated with jealousy, expressing feelings of suspicion or resentment.”

A/N: Jealous Sukuna just does something to me 🫠 reader is gender neutral!

CW: modern AU, jealous Sukuna is a tad bit possessive, suggestive themes

Gojo had a way of getting underneath Sukuna’s skin.

He was convinced that Gojo was born to be the bane of his existence. That his only purpose on this planet was to be infuriating. Case in point- him hovering over you during this entire party. He kept his hands on you, and Sukuna could see how much you kept giggling.

Sukuna has never been one to be called jealous- he could get anyone he wanted. He was always chased and not the chaser, but seeing Gojo’s hands on you made his skin crawl. It was clear what he wanted, and he never failed at getting it either.

Gojo made eye contact with him, a nasty smirk lining his lips. He didn’t show it, but it made him more than annoyed. His presence alone grated his nerves, and his fingers tightened around his solo cup at the thought of him being around you.

But as much as Sukuna hated to even acknowledge Gojo, he did like a challenge. And he was probably the only one bold enough to push his buttons, putting on a show like this involving you. He didn’t waste any time moving through the crowd, keeping his narrowed eyes locked on you, who was none the wiser.

Gojo was in the middle of asking you something when you felt an arm wrap around your side, pulling you away. You softly collided into something warm, looking up to see Sukuna grinning.

“Ryu!” The same smile you were flashing Gojo was now on Sukuna at the sound of his nickname. You threw your arms around his neck, and all it was did was make him grin wider. The man beside you was already forgotten, as it should be. He glanced at Gojo, whose relaxed smirk didn’t reach his eyes.

But he didn’t want to waste his time on that filth when he had you in his arms.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” You yelled over the music. “How come you didn’t tell me?”

From the way you were pouting and tracing his tattoos on his wrist, Sukuna could tell that you were tipsy. Not at the point of being fully intoxicated, but drunk enough that you loosened up. Warmth began to coil in his stomach when your fingers outlined the marks on his cheeks.

Sukuna thought about making an example out of you, showing anyone and everyone that you were his and only his- but your fingers felt nice, and he could see the agitation slipping through the cracks of Gojo’s mask. He could save what he really wanted to do for later.

“Relax, I’m here now aren’t I?” He grabbed at your hands, stopping your movements and leaning in. “You missed me?”

He chuckled when you nodded, but blinked when you got pulled back. Back into Gojo’s arms.

“Hey, don’t forget about me.” He went to the crook of your neck, and Sukuna blinked as you sunk back with a ditzy smile, Gojo’s arms lazily cradling around you. When he mouthed jealous, Sukuna changed his mind.

He needed to make an example out of you.

He grabbed at your chin, tracing over the line of your jaw as he closed the already small gap between you. Your eyes widening only made his own darken as he deepened the kiss, already swiping his tongue against your bottom lip. He wanted to devour you whole, and leave nothing behind for anyone to consume.

Sukuna pulled away, his smirk returned at your dazed expression, already becoming undone at his mere touch. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew that this was his doing, not the man whose grip had gone slack around you.

But Gojo didn’t like to lose either.

As Sukuna was whispering in your ear to go somewhere private to finish this now, Gojo was already tilting your head to press his own lips against yours. Did he really think that he could overpower him? And that he could take you away from him? It made Sukuna scoff.

He closed the gap once more, kissing your neck and sucking down already on your sensitive skin. He didn’t care if he was making a spectacle out of it.

Sukuna would show everyone who you belonged to.

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Red Chrysanthemum (I Love You) || Dabi

MEANING: “Like all things red, this colour of chrysanthemum is perfectly representing unrelenting love and deep passion. They will wonderfully suit a bold expression of romantic feelings.”

A/N: The flower special is officially over!! Thanks so much for everyone who participated and was patient 🫶🏾 I started to go with something sad on this but I changed my mind at the last second (but I might use the idea later 🤭)

CW: modern AU (no quirks), gender neutral reader, fluff, minor language, a bit of cheesiness but I love soft Dabi sue me

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“can’t make it tonight babe. promise to make it up to you soon”

You couldn’t hide the disappointment boiling up, throwing your phone aside on the couch. You didn’t even bother texting Touya back, instead stabbing your fork into the cold ramen. After having a shitty week, the movie night that you’ve been forward to for the last few days was now ruined. Things happen, and the rational side of you was trying to understand that— but your emotional side was hurt and wanted to be pissed at him.

This wasn’t the first time that Touya’s been blowing you off. Short phone calls, last minute canceling— even when he did finally decide to “grace” you with his presence, his mind seemed to be preoccupied. His focus wasn’t there, and it sure wasn’t on you.

Was he losing feelings for you?

You tried to ignore those thoughts, tried your best not to feed into them but God what other explanation would there be? It was nagging you, making you more and more insecure by the day. You tried to trace your steps to see if you did something to cause the change, but nothing was coming to mind. You even asked, but all he did was play it off like it was nothing, like everything was normal. He was becoming distant, and you didn’t know why or what to do.

A pang of sorrow shot through at the thought of Touya breaking up with you. You had to swallow your growing misery when you pictured him holding someone else. The static movie playing on your screen didn’t help, the couple in the scene not keeping their hands off of one another, completely in love— the same way you and your boyfriend used to be.

You groaned, shutting the TV off and going to your room upset, trying your best not to cry at the sight of the indented bed or the other reminders of Touya scattered throughout.

—

Touya called you over to his place, long after the sun had set, and you were preparing for the worst.

You were jumping to conclusions, but also trying to protect yourself. At least if he was trying to break up with you, you wouldn’t be blindsided. The drive over there was tense, and your heart was close to giving out on you. It wasn’t the end of the world, but Touya became such a prominent part of it that you were scared you could never replace it.

You softly knocked on the door, bracing to see your things packed up in a box—

You jumped with the door swung open, eyes wide and confused when you noticed Touya was in a… suit?

His coat was long forgone, the black tie around his neck loosened, and his crisp white dress shirt was free of wrinkles. His smile wasn’t as laidback as usual and his eyes flickered away from yours. You now felt underdressed and even more awkward standing in front of him in an oversized sweatshirt and old jeans.

“Hey babe.” Touya stepped aside, ushering you in his apartment. He pressed his lips against your forehead, making your heart lurch in your throat. “You look good as usual.”

“What— why are you wearing a whole suit?” You’re not saying that he doesn’t look good (because he does, it was hard to tear your eyes away from him actually), but it also seemed out of place. Then you glanced around the room and sucked in a breath.

Rose petals were laid across the floor along with various balloons that floated near the ceiling. When you went deeper into the living room, a heart-shaped cake sat neatly on the center table, candles helping illuminate the area. On the wall, polaroids of memories made were taped on to it— from when he took you to get a new piercing to visiting his mother in the hospital— every moment that was marked special in your relationship now replaying in front of you.

Touya’s arms wrapped around your waist, his head coming to lay in the crook of your neck. You were convinced his heart was beating as fast as yours from the way his laced hands were slightly trembling.

“Fuyumi wouldn’t leave me alone about this— but she was a big help in the end. Even Shouto had some good ideas despite being an airhead.” He broke away from you for a split second before turning you around to face him.

“Touya— what is all of this?”

“Something that I’ve been needing to do.”

You’ve always known your partner to have an air of confidence around him, never allowing himself to lose to his nerves. So to see the faint blush creep along his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears left you more than surprised. He linked his hands with yours once more, gently calling your name in a tone that made your heart flip.

“I’m not the best when it comes to this kind of thing but—” His tongue flicked to wet his lips, a nervous tic that you’ve noticed early in your relationship, a quick flash of his silver piercing catching the light. “—I never thought that you would put up with me for this long.” He laughed but it felt empty, and you had to force yourself to not scold and reach for him.

“No matter how much I was being an asshole, a failure— you still accepted me for me.”

You’ve known how much he struggled with opening up, how much he kept within himself— his father, his mother’s recovery, rebuilding the relationship with his siblings, the burns— he had a lot on his shoulders, and you saw how much it weighed him down at times. But Touya was overcoming it slowly but surely, and the bags underneath his eyes seemed to be lighter.

“I really don’t deserve you, but I can’t give you up either.” He choked out. He kept opening his mouth, trying to find the exact words he wanted to say. His fingers twitched in your hands, the clamminess of them making you melt— all reminiscent of when he first asked you to be his partner.

Now you really felt stupid for falling into the trap of your negative thoughts.

Touya took a deep breath, “You mean so much to me, and I want you to know that.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours. He whispered out your name once more—

“I love you so much.”

Touya closed the gap as warmth blossomed in your chest. The smell of his cologne with his soft lips made you dizzy, but it didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You broke away first panting, with him chasing after you.

“I love you too Touya— God I love you.”You went to hold his face in your palms, cupping his cheeks and fighting back your own tears. “I don’t deserve you.“

He wiped away any tears that escaped, touching your forehead with yours. Touya held you close for the rest of the night, refusing to let you out of his arms as you both basked in the glow of your deepening relationship.

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Yarrow (Everlasting Love) || Dazai

MEANING: “Yarrow is a beautiful flower that shares twin meanings of healing and love. In modern times, the flower has become associated with love, since it has been used in weddings and even hung over matrimonial beds, in hopes of fostering true love for seven years after marriage.”

A/N: It’s been a while since I written anything let alone Dazai (please forgive me, I’ve been really sad lately lol). Reader is gender neutral!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“Dance with me.”

Dazai reached his hand out to you, his smile being too gentle for the mischievous one that you’re used to. The music shifted from the jovial tone to something more soft and romantic, as some of the couples started to make their way to the floor.

“Right now?” It was lame, but you were caught off guard at how eager he was.

“I don’t see a better time than now.” He laughed, already pulling you from your seat. He felt warm as he cupped your hand, falling into the mix of the crowd. He pulled you into a slow sway, matching the rhythm of the tune. You were nervous, but it was the good kind of nervous that left you feeling giddy as the butterflies piled in your stomach.

You laid your hands around neck while his were locked around your waist, slender fingers tapping at your sides to get your attention. “You’re zoning out again.”

“Sorry- I’m trying to make sure I don’t step on your feet.” You chuckled. You weren’t as smooth as him, like he was with his words and actions.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” Dazai took his opportunity to spin you, his palm landing on the small of your back. He brought you in close, chestnut eyes flickering from your own to your lips. “You look absolutely divine.”

You saw the growing look in his eyes and tapped his shoulder, “Be on your best behavior- your coworkers are watching.”

Dazai hummed, “Seeing someone as beautiful as you, they’ll understand.”

He didn’t give you time to respond as he dipped you, smirking at your shocked look. You shouldn’t have been surprised- you’ve known him for years. Back when he was lost in the Port Mafia, back when he believed he never had a chance in becoming a human. When he believed he never had a chance at being loved- but you proved him wrong.

Your journey together wasn’t easy by any means, but it became worth it when he began to slowly let down his guard, you finally chipping away at his layers. He never fully opened up to you with everything, but you weren’t expecting him to. There were still some things shrouded in his past that you don’t know, but you’re ready to ready to listen if he ever decided to tell you.

You remember when Dazai confessed to you, when he first shared his love. He told you that showed him the gentle side of humanity that he thought didn’t existed. He knew that you were genuine but also foolish- yet he couldn’t get enough of you just as you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Maybe it’s time we get some fresh air…”

“Osamu, we can’t just leave our guests.” You gently scolded.

“Why not? Everybody had you to themselves all day,” he leaned in closer, blowing on your ear. “Don’t I have a right to be selfish?”

Delicious shivers went down your spine as you tried to fight your smile. “You’ll have tonight and the rest of our lives to do that.”

The rings decorating your fingers were simple proof of that.

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Gardenia (Secret Love) || Barbatos

MEANING: “Even as a friendly gesture, the gardenia is a simple way to let your loved ones know you value them. One of their lesser-known meanings is that of a secret or unknown love. Gardenias are a thoughtful way to express that you care about someone, even if it hasn't yet been expressed verbally.”

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days now and I think it’s perfect for Barb!! Reader’s gender neutral!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“May I asked what brought you all here?”

Mammon yelped as you and Asmo gasped, Barbatos standing right behind you. His smile didn’t meet his eyes as he glanced down at the scene.

You knew that you shouldn’t have let Mammon and Asmo drag you into their scheme, but when they said that they would be sneaking into the castle, your interest was peaked just a tad bit. The reason behind it made had you going along with them.

According to the brothers, rumors had spread that Barbatos had a secret admirer, and you didn’t believe them until Asmo held up an envelope between his painted nails- one that had his name on it in elegant handwriting and sealed with a kiss from the slight stain left on it.

Barbatos was mysterious- one that would only let you know what he would want you to know. So when you heard that he not only saves the letters but also reads them in his spare time? You felt like you had to see with your own eyes.

It was wrong to snoop around, but a small part of you couldn’t help but wander what Mammon and Asmo would find- if they found something (you felt like they wouldn’t.) You convinced yourself that you were only going to babysit them and made sure that they didn’t cause anymore trouble than planned.

You didn’t run into Barbatos when you arrived- but you did bump into Diavolo, who just so happened to be running late for a meeting. Mammon was getting ready to stumble out an excuse when the soon-to-be demon king happily regarded you all, ushering you out to the garden. It raised some eyebrows for sure, but all Asmo did was grab your hand and rushed you away with his older brother in tow.

That was weird- Diavolo wasn’t once thrown off by your appearances.

And it almost felt too easy when Mammon stumbled upon a new letter, neatly folded up on the outside table in the garden. Barbatos would bring you out here for tea and treats whenever you were asked to the castle, but you were surprised to see it so out in the open like this. He was a private person and the neatly placed cup of tea had you on edge, steam still rolling off it them.

Which meant that they were recently placed here, and that the demon butler wasn’t far.

That this was all too convenient to not be a trap.

Asmo was close to unfolding it, honey-colored eyes giddily ready to invest in this blossoming romance when you all heard a throat clear- which led you to your predicament now.

“Oi B-Barbatos, we can explain!”

“We were just enjoying the fresh air, that’s all!”

“Is that right? I don’t believe that includes what you’re holding, considering it’s not addressed to you.” He plucked the letter from Asmo’s fingers after placing down another cup full of tea. His smile turned menacing as his grip on the note grew tight, “I suggest that you leave at once, lest my patience continues to wear thin.”

You all didn’t need to be told twice, Mammon and Asmo already rushing towards the exit with you close behind-

“MC, may I have a word?”

The tone of his words made your stomach drop, Mammon and Asmo sharing looks of horror. They faltered in their steps but you ushered them away, saying that it shouldn’t take long despite your nervousness.

Barbatos waited until he saw the demons’ backs disappear before he sighed.

“Must you always go along with their antics?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think they would really go through with it. You know how scary you can be.” You took his hands in yours, softly giggling.

“You also forget how reckless those lot can be.”

“I know I know, but can you blame me? They said that you were reading love letters from your ‘secret admirer’. I just had to come see for myself.”

“While already knowing you were the one pinning those letters?” Barbatos led you to the table, pulling out your chair. “You can be very mischievous, MC.”

“I can say the same for you- leaving my letters out in the open so carelessly. It was like you were asking us to find it.”

He took the seat across from you, sipping from the cup, humming. “I was simply preparing to read the words you left for me, that’s all.” While also prepping for a surprise tea date, you mentally finished.

“If you say so, but I’m surprised that you read them at all.”

“Of course I do. You believe that I don’t?” Barbatos genuinely looked shocked, which had you laughing even more. It was cute how expressive your lover could be, considering how rare it was to come by.

“No, I knew you did- I just wanted to see it for myself.” You reached over to peck his cheek, seeing the faint blush scatter across his cheeks.

“I look forward to reading them- it’s become one of the many highlights of my day, along with being able to care for you, of course.”

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Butterfly Weed (Let Me Go) || Azul

MEANING: “This vibrant flower, which lives up to its name, symbolizes let me go. Despite their beauty, they have a surprisingly negative meaning symbolising solitude and rejection.”

A/N: kinda excited for this prompt?? Also I love Azul’s character especially after his overblot!!

CW: gender neutral reader, angst, AU (reader is not MC/Yuu), spoilers for Book 3

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“I’m going to miss you.”

Azul couldn’t dare to look at you, the shakiness in your voice being a clear sign that you’re on the brink of tears. He would never forget the sight for the rest of his years.

You trembled at you lunged at him, sobbing openly into his chest. He used to chastise you about getting your fancy human clothes wet, but no words left him as he held you, knowing that this would be the last time, no matter how much he didn’t want to believe it.

And it was. The last memory he has of you of was you on a boat reaching out to him as he swam after you, the ocean masking his own tears.

You were kids back then, but even he knew that your relationship was doomed from the start. A land creature mingling with one from the sea? It was foolish to believe that it would last, no matter how much he craved to stay with you.

Your meeting was purely accidental—you drifting off a little too far out in the ocean, coming across him trying to quiet his tears. How concerned you were at him crying versus him having twice the amount of limbs you did. Even when he tried to slide back into the sea and hide away from prying eyes, you bravely but stupidly tried to followed. It was an exciting but horrifying start to your relationship when he had to save you.

But you’ve been by his side ever since, and now you’ve been ripped away from him.

Azul couldn’t understand why he was thinking of you. That had been years ago, but yet your image popped into his mind during his moment of weakness. Were you happy wherever you got whisked away to? Or were you miserable like he was?

He hated to think it, but he hoped you were just as miserable as he was without you. Your absence left a hole that couldn’t be filled. Jade and Floyd helped somewhat, but they weren’t you. And now they were on the brink of leaving him too.

He couldn’t handle it—he was quickly being reduced back to his past, but to the thing he worked so hard to fix, to change. Azul refused to go back to that. Go back to drowning in his loneliness, without you or the eels to pull him out of it.

He knew he should have let you go- you urged him despite sobbing in his arms. It would make things easier for you both if he forgot about you, you told him. Like he would ever be able to forget about you. His mind couldn’t take anymore, and before he let his thoughts consume him, he came to a realization.

If you lose something, you should get it back.

And that’s what Azul planned on doing once he dealt with this exchange student and their crew, even if it meant destroying everything and everyone in his way.

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Heliotrope (Eternal Love, Devotion) || Fyodor

MEANING: “The heliotrope often symbolized devoted and everlasting love, regardless of what the recipient feels or that might hurt the giver.”

A/N: This fic is probably the closest thing I’ll have to Spooktober this year 😅 but who doesn’t love a vampire Fyodor? Also I’m lowkey proud of this ☺️ Reader is gender neutral!

CW: blood (obviously), mention of death

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

It was centuries ago when you first turned.

You were nothing but a lowly peasant, working in the church for food and shelter. It was the only place that would take you in, but sometimes you wondered if God truly meant for this to be your salvation.

You would go to bed with your clothes barely keeping together, stale bread and watery soup on your stomach, but you had a roof over your head and forced yourself to not complain and shiver so much in your thin bed. You weren’t on the street anymore alone, so you should be grateful. Even if the others in the church regarded you as trash, you should still be thankful.

You were close to getting put out on the streets again when you met the stranger.

You kept your head down while cleaning the outside windows, trying your best to keep away from the pastor’s wrath and the lead nun’s glare. The sun was already setting, the mix of orange and red hues disappearing from the sky as it turned to dusk. You were enjoying the view, feeling at peace for once in your life at the sight.

“It truly is a wonderful view, is it not?”

You flinched the sound, accidentally kicking the bucket and spilling the water onto the ground below, bleeding into the stranger’s shoes. You gasped, mortified at your clumsiness. You kneeled down, apologies spilling from your lips, ready to hand scrub the dirt from his shoes when he ushered you up.

“There’s no need for that- you should still be enjoying the view.”

The stranger’s voice sounded melodic in your ears, the accent from his words now registering. You glanced up, taken aback by his eyes.

They were so beautiful- a deep shade of violet that twinkled like jewels. You’ve never seen eyes that color before, honestly you didn’t even know they could be that color before until now. It was so easy to get lost in too-

The nun calling your name broke you out of thoughts, seeing the anger crawling against her face. She must have saw the whole interaction, spewing your name out like a curse. You must have looked like a bumbling idiot getting so sidetracked from your misdoings. You apologized again to the stranger, who once again had no concern over your mistakes.

He spoke to the nun that his shoes were in need of a good washing anyway, which calmed down her rage the slightest (but no doubt you’ll see more of it once he leaves). You didn’t want to part ways with him just yet, not only to keep the nun calm, but because you were now so intrigued by him.

But just like in life, you couldn’t get what you always wanted, the woman bidding him farewells and apologies on your behalf. But as she spoke, the stranger looked solely at you, avoiding her gaze. You didn’t tear away from his stare, even as you were pulled inside.

You went to sleep with those amethyst eyes on your mind. It was one of the first good dreams you’ve had since coming here.

You were back on the streets when you’ve learned his name.

It was raining, the dark clouds sharing your sorrows as you tried to shield yourself from the water drops. The bread you stole tasted better than what was given to you at the church, even when it was soggy. It gave you some substance, even if it still left your stomach growling. How long could you last like this?

It was freezing, the clothes on your back in worse wear than before. You kept your head down as the water drops slowly slid off of your bruised skin when something soft was thrown on you, slightly jumping.

Peeking out from underneath the heavy coat, you were met with the same violet eyes, a quick gasp leaving your lips.

“It’s troublesome to see you in this position. Had that much time passed since our meeting for the church to have fallen on hard times?”

You meekly shook your head no, finding yourself curling underneath his coat. “No sir, the church is still flourishing. I just…I was only causing them headache so it was best for me to leave.”

“I’m not under the impression that it was your choice.”

And he would be right, but you were too full of shame to admit it.

“Tell me- do you wish for a better life? One where the so-called people of God wouldn’t leave you to die on the streets?”

You do, you’ve always wished for it. You’ve wished to live comfortably- you didn’t have to be rich, or live like royalty, but you’ve wanted to live securely. Not where you would have to sleep on cobblestone, scrounging for food any chance you could get.

You wanted to live, and not have someone find your corpse underneath a bridge eventually.

“I do.” You were desperate, and if this was your only chance at fulfilling your desire and not death, you’re taking it.

“Then come with me, and I’ll give a life more than deserving.”

He held his hand out, a slight chill shooting through you when your fingers met his. Even if this did lead to your demise, a small part of you was content that you were able to meet this man once more, being sucked into his gaze once more. It was a sight that you felt like you shouldn’t have seen, dark locks framing his sharp features as the rain slid off his skin. He was beautiful.

Was he an angel sent by God?

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Please, address me as Fyodor.” He pulled you up, gently adjusting his coat on you. The rain had seem to calm down as soon as he appeared, and he led you away and to the start of your new life.

The castle he brought you to was far away from the town and deep into the woods, but God was it magnificent. It was just like you imagined from the stories your mother would tell you.

Fyodor gave you everything- warmth, food, clean clothes, your own room. It was enough to bring tears to your eyes, Fyodor noticed. He gently wiped them away, whispering that there was no need to cry anymore. You declared that you would do anything to pay him back for saving you- and he chuckled, saying that the time to take up your offer would eventually come, but not tonight.

You weren’t sure how soon he meant, until he appeared in your room in the late hours of the night. A pang of fear struck through you quickly, but you forcefully swallowed it down. He kept his word even if it was short lived, and you were grateful enough to get that.

Fyodor called your name, ushering you into his arms.

“Your heart is beating so fast- there’s no need for you to be scared.” He whispered, planting a few kisses along your neck, trailing down. His lips brought a chill down your spine. You should have known that he wasn’t human, even before you saw the sliver of his fangs. You went to push him away as he pinned you down on the sheets below.

“I’m simply giving you the life that you’ve always wanted. A life that you deserve- being by my side is more than fitting.”

The pain was excruciating, tears rolling down your cheeks as you couldn’t even choke out a scream. You could hear him slurping, feeling your own throat becoming wet. Your vision went blurry, and it was a battle to keep your eyes open, that you were greatly losing.

You accepted death without a further fight, going limp.

The next time you opened your eyes, something warm was dripping on your lips, a metallic taste filling your mouth. But it was delicious, and you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to get more, not realizing or even caring that it was coming from Fyodor himself, snatching his wrist and latching onto it for dear life.

You looked like a demon, a savage animal with his blood smeared on the corners of your mouth, panting with a hazy look. No further explanation was needed for what you had become. You were horrified while Fyodor remained stoic, not showing any sympathy for damning you. In his eyes, he kept his word- he gave you a better life, even if it was as a creature of the night.

Time had passed, and your new way of living became your new normal. Seeing blood and draining it from anything with a heartbeat made you squeamish no longer- you never enjoyed it, but it became tolerable. Fyodor trained you, showing you the ways to survive while still treating you as before, gifting you new outfits and the fanciest trinkets. It was like before, except now you were both feasting on blood.

You grew closer to him, feeling a pull in your chest that wouldn’t reside if you weren’t with him. He began having you sleep in his room. Your heart would have been beating at the sight of the large coffin, but gripping your chest reminded you that this was fitting for you both. But soon, you began to look forward to it among other things.

You were attached to Fyodor, not having the possibility of even imagining life with another. He had to have know it too, the lingering touches he would leave to your chilled skin. You were in love with him, and him turning you only acted as twisted sort of wedding vows, with endless promises.

It was only the two of you for years, with you doing whatever he needed or wanted, even if he hadn’t asked for you to do it. He was the only one you had room for in your heart, and continued to treat you ever so gently, like a porcelain doll. If this was eternity, you found yourself to be ecstatic.

Until he brought another person home.

Then another.

And another.

To the point where he was sharing his resting place with others, and not you.

You were obviously heartbroken- were you not enough for him? Had he grown tired of you? Had you done something wrong? It was hard to swallow your worries down, especially when they would trail behind him all the time, him sending you away to bring back food for them.

You couldn’t bite your tongue anymore, crying out in distress when he began to retreat back to his quarters. You were bitter, jealous, and above all hurt.

“I thought- I thought you cared about me.”

“What gave you the impression that I don’t?”

“These strangers that you’ve brought into our home,” you crossed your arms. “Why did you turn them? Why did you bring them here of all places?”

“The same reason that I brought you here- to give them a better life.” He tilted his head, giving you that same stoic look from the night he turned you. “They were suffering as you once were. Why would you would be the only person I saved?”

His words made your heart shatter, tears welling up in your eyes. You should have been the only one here with Fyodor, not with other people that would give him the same glance that you do. It was selfish, but you deserved to at least have something just for yourself for once in your life.

It was childish to cry over it, but it hurt. God, did it hurt.

But Fyodor was there to wipe your tears away, just like he did when you were once human. “There’s no need for your tears, darling. I’ve treated you well for your years with me, have I not?”

You sniffled, nodding your head.

“And that won’t change- you’ve done so well for me, even when you were still mortal. You’ve never crossed me wrong, and I still desire you- but there are others that need to be saved just like you were.”

Fyodor brought you close, cold fingers grasping your chin. “They can be of good use to us- place your trust in me as you’ve always done.”

You found yourself getting sunken into his gaze once more. You were blinded by your feelings, shame turning into reassurance. He was right- Fyodor has never led you astray, so you had no need to doubt his words.

So you didn’t.

Even if he said the same to the others, you were special to him- the only one that meant something to him. He saved you, and gave you a better life than you could dream of.

You’ve coated your hands in blood for Fyodor, both mortal and immortal, but it was all in his name, to assure that he didn’t have to do more than he has already done.

Even when you leapt in front of him, a wooden stake driving through your chest, a solemn smile staining your bloodied lips while the one you loved glanced down, sharing a smile that should have been out of place, you had no regrets.

You simply lived for Fyodor, and you swore to see that your love and devotion would save him from death, even if it lead to your own.

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Snapdragon (Deception, Grace) || Izuku

MEANING: “…In the language of flowers, snapdragons are said to represent both deception (perhaps tied to the notion of concealment) and graciousness. In some contexts, one snapdragon meaning relates to hiding one's true intentions or feelings.”

A/N: This was one of the fics that I was most excited to write about- I just love the concept of Villian Deku!!! Fun fact: one of my very first ever fics that I was going to post (years ago- not recent) was a Villain AU involving Dekusquad & Bakusquad- it’s still sitting in my drafts to this day lol but I always go back and reread what I wrote bc I love the idea

CW: gender neutral reader, AU, Reader and Deku are in their 20s, minor mentions of blood

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“I’m really sorry it had to come to this.”

Izuku sheepishly apologized, eyes casted downward. He continued on, but his words barely registered with you— everything was going blurry and sounded like it was underwater. Your ears were ringing, a sharp pain echoing from the side of your head. You also couldn’t get the metallic taste out of your mouth, spilling out from your lips.

It took a second for you to realize that your blood was coating the ground.

“You’ve always been so smart y’know? It’s one of the things I really admire about you— besides everything else of course!” He gushed, leaning over your body. He squatted down, wiping at your forehead making you weakly groan. He hummed, the same jasper-green eyes that would look at you so brightly now calculating your every move.

His gaze left you frozen and terrified.

You couldn’t understand how Izuku could do this— how he could stand over you so calmly after striking you with ease. Was he being brainwashed? Blackmailed? Was this another shapeshifter like Camie or the girl from the League of Villians? The Izuku you know wouldn’t have attacked you—

Izuku called your name, propping you up in his arms. The warmth he radiated did nothing to comfort you like it would before.

“You always want to see the good in people, even if there is none. That’s always been your flaw.”

He gently grabbed your chin snd tilted it up, “No one’s forcing me to do anything— I decided to do this on my own.” He answered, seeing the confusion dance across your face.

“W-why?” You croaked out.

There was a pause, and you saw something flicker in Izuku’s eyes— like he was excited.

“I wanted to.”

Those three words made the pit in your stomach grow worse.

“You weren’t suppose to find out this soon.” Izuku confessed, brushing your bruised lip with his thumb. “I still needed to get a few more things situated— your new room is almost done, and the others still needed to run a few trials on the new Nomus before they’re released. I could bring them back another body to test out a new quirk to hurry things up. Maybe I could use Shoji’s quirk or maybe even Amajiki’s…”

New Nomus? Your new room? The longer Izuku rambled on, the more the chill spread throughout your body. He was speaking so casually about killing your allies, your friends. And he was already planning on kidnapping you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, adrenaline now pumping— you couldn’t let him take you, and he couldn’t get away with this.

You shot your hand up, pushing him away. Your vision was hazy, but you could finally breathe again. If you could land a direct hit with your quirk, or even land a punch hard enough to get backup or even if you could scream—

A shooting pain erupted from the back of your neck.

Your heart throbbed, your throat felt like it closing up, and you could only choke out broken gasps. You fell to your knees wheezing and lightheaded. All while he looked on disappointed.

“I didn’t think it would take that long to kick in,” he muttered, taking his time to walk over to you, now back on the ground with stuttered breathing. “It’s uncomfortable for the first few minutes. You won’t be able to use your quirk— but don’t worry it’s not gone forever! It’s just temporary. Long enough for me to finish getting everything together without you causing any issues.”

Izuku had that same calculating look in his eyes, and you were convinced that he was enjoying seeing you like this. “And I even tried something new— if I did the dosage right, you should start to feel drowsy pretty soon…”

You tried to fight the wave of fatigue that shot over you, trying to crawl away— but you were starting to slow down, your body shutting down without your control. The dread was overcoming you, yet you couldn’t do anything— and that was horrifying. But you refused to give up.

“I’ll…stop you.” You wheezed out.

Izuku laughed, and you didn’t even feel him picking you up. He glanced down at you with a morbid look of admiration. “You won’t, but I can’t wait to see what you’ll try.”

The last thing you remember before your eyes closed was seeing a wispy violet portal, Izuku whispering that his— now yours— home will help foster your new relationship, whether you’ll want it to or not.

[star-centric]

Red Salvia (Forever Mine) || Gojo

MEANING: “The Salvia in fiery red shades is a symbolic ‘pledge of love’ and ‘loyalty forever’. It is often given or planted in the home garden to represent ‘conjugal domestic love’. A garden bed of red Salvia is a lovely symbol of devotion in the home of newly-wed couples or to celebrate anniversaries.”

A/N: I will take any chance to write soft!Gojo 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ reader is gender neutral!

CW: AU, cute fluff, small mention of death but nothing graphic, tiny angst if you squint

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“Do you think soulmates really exist?”

“Why? Don’t tell me that you’re trying to replace me already!” Gojo whined, sighing and falling over your body dramatically, coming close to spilling your shared bowl of popcorn. You rolled your eyes, never taking them off from the screen in front of you. It was a cheesy romance movie, one that you probably wouldn’t remember in the next few months, but the scene made you smile. The actors really were giving it their all professing their love— it was enough to make you think that someone could look at you like that.

“Satoru seriously. You think that there’s really a someone for everyone out there?”

Gojo hummed and landed behind you, his arm brushing your stomach as he reached into the bowl (you tried to ignore the warmth that shot through your stomach). “Well obviously— I’m here aren’t I?”

He said it so nonchalantly, and you’re grateful that the dark is hiding how flustered you look. It wasn’t the first time he’s been so honest brazen. You could never tell whether or not he was doing it just to get a reaction out of you, or if he was sincere.

You were hoping it was the latter, but you weren’t brave enough to voice that.

“Besides, does it matter? People are gonna date whoever they want anyway, regardless of what they’re told.” Gojo popped another piece of popcorn between his lips, letting his arm rest over your waist. You tried to focus on the movie and ignore the butterflies in your stomach from how close he was. His warmth completely enveloped you, leaving you relaxed yet antsy, hoping for more.

“It’s just fun to imagine— someone being destined just for you and only you.” The concept was interesting, and made the tiny hopeless romantic in you excited, even if it was naive thinking.

Gojo didn’t answer, instead choosing to soak in your expression, and it made him crack a small smile that soon fell. This wasn’t the first time that he’s held you so close.

The only difference was that you weren’t taking your last breath.

It’s happened all too many times— you dying in his arms while he could do nothing but watch. It was all too familiar, and Gojo despised it. It’s been happening for centuries, and it seemed that no matter how much he tried to prevent it, he would still lose you.

Those so-called gods had to enjoy toying with him, getting their glee from seeing him get so torn apart as the cycle continued. They had to— why else would they make you be an immortal’s soulmate? Gojo held up his hand, seeing the fine red string of fate tied on his finger and connected to yours.

The thought to strike those higher ups down crossed his mind one too many times, and he came close to doing so— but each time he did, you appeared before him, not remembering any of your time spent together from your previous life. It was an underhanded tactic that they pulled, trying to buy time from their inevitable deaths. All it did was made him more eager.

But you’re his first priority always, and he could already see the thread thinning on your end— the sign of death closing in on you. It made him tighten his grip on you, you being none the wiser of what’s to come.

Gojo swears that things will be different this time, and that neither of you will have to suffer anymore. He’ll make sure to be by your side until the ends of time, where he can finally hold you to show his love, instead of mourning you like he’s come to do so many times.