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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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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, w 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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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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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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Yellow Carnations (Rejection) || Lucifer

MEANING: “Unlike the other colors of the carnation flower, a yellow carnation expresses a more sad sentiment and portrays the idea of rejection or disappointment towards someone.”

A/N: getting back into the groove of writing and I’m so excited!!! Reader is gender neutral!

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

The words you told Lucifer left him in pain.

They weren’t hateful, spiteful, or anything of that nature- but it still left him afflicted.

He came to the realization that he was in love with you.

It was hard for him to admit that the human that he once thought was a threat to his family and their home was someone that now brought him so much joy to his life. The times that he would loathe having to deal with you soon became moments that he would yearn for. You went from becoming his headache into his peace- and it gave him whiplash when he realized what he was felt for you.

Lucifer kept his calm persona when he approached you, his brothers already retiring to their respective rooms. His words came out smooth, yet he felt the excitement jolt down through his fingertips- he can’t remember the last time he’s felt this before with another person. He felt like a child, but he couldn’t find himself to care in the moment.

But the feeling began to wane when he noticed your smile.

It didn’t have the same shine that it usually would. And for once, you made Lucifer nervous.

You toyed with the fingers of your top, not making eye contact with him anymore, your soft tone becoming sympathetic. It felt like someone dumped ice water all over him, the chill soon replacing the warmth that was there before.

He’s not sure if his sin played a hand in it or not, but it never crossed his mind that you wouldn’t- didn’t feel the same way. The thought never crossed his mind. It was difficult to even comprehend it, becoming a harder pill to swallow as every second passed.

The bond created between you was on a level that Lucifer has never experienced before- and it pained him to see that it was only one-sided.

You tried your best to do it gently, to tell that you don’t see him in that way- he could appreciate the effort, but it hurt regardless. Nevertheless, his own waning smile was replaced with a business one, far from sincere.

It was comical really- Lucifer was the one left vulnerable and in anguish, yet he made sure to reassure you when you kept apologizing. You truly were a saint in his eyes, and it made the situation all the more painful.

Now he sat in his office, aged demonus in his glass- a special brand that he opens for special occasions, but is now pouring for comfort.

All Lucifer could do is let out a dry chuckle, swirling this glass around. But no matter how much he laughed, the pain in his chest still remained. He wanted to be selfish with you- your smiles, your laughs- he wanted to keep all of you to himself. And he was ready to give all of him to you-

But it was all for nothing.

He weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours, and it pained Lucifer to even think that. But it was the reality that he was to live in.

Even now, all Lucifer could think of was you, imagining the love that would have been solely his. His heart ached at the thoughts, and he felt his strength crumbling away. He made the decision to distance himself from you until the feelings went away, but in the moment, he doesn’t believe that it would be possible.

The soft music from his cursed records help drown out his growing sorrow, but it wouldn’t change that he mourning something that would never be his.

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Welcome to my 200 follower special!! 🎉🎉

I was suppose to post this during spring, but between work and death in the family I did not make that deadline 😅 but here we are! Thanks to everyone that voted on the flower prompts. Since there are 20 prompts, I limited 4 characters for each series. Here’s the lineup:

ᯓ���𐭩 Yellow Carnation (Rejection): Lucifer

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sunflower (Adoration): Leona

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Holly (Domestic Happiness): Chuuya

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Marigold (Grief): Simeon

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Arbovitae (Unchanging Friendship): Yosano

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gardenia (Secret Love): Barbatos

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Heliotrope (Devotion, Eternal Love): Fyodor

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Calla Lilly (Beauty): Nobara

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Yarrow (Everlasting Love): Dazai

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Yellow Hyacinth (Jealousy): Sukuna

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Morning Glory (Affection): Tamaki

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Red Tulip (Declaration of Love): Mammon

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pink Camellia (Longing for You): Nanami

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Butterfly Weed (Let Me Go): Azul

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Red Salvia (Forever Mine): Gojo

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Forget-Me-Not (True Love): All Might

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hydrangea (Frigid, Heartless): Riddle

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Orange Lily (Hatred): Jamil

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Snapdragon (Deception, Grace): Izuku

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Red Chrysanthemum (I Love You): Dabi

Whatever strikes me for inspiration is what I’ll write first. Once again thanks to everyone that sent something in 🤍

- Dream 💫