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𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝟕 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 // 【ＳＦＷ】 // 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 / 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝟑𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫

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In a forest full of fairies and wonder, it'd come to no surprise that a sense of happiness filled the air wherever the Fairy King had gone. Gloxinia was flying through the trees, allowing his majestic wings to flutter behind him, looking for many little fairies as they hid from him.

His favorite game to play, hide and seek; Especially as he'd come across so many that were terrible at keeping quiet! They'd either just giggle to themselves or speak to one another; telling each other 'Keep quiet! He might hear us!'

"Caught you!" He'd speak as he would sneak up on them, giving them a sudden fright before putting their heads down at the idea of being found already.

"Aww man." "Boo!" "Hey lets go find the others!" They'd all speak in union before floating off.

The fairy king would cross his arms over his bare chest with a chuckle towards the fairies, watching as they'd fly off to play their own games. "Fairy king!!" Gloxinia was quick to turn to a few little pixies surrounding him with frightened and confused looks. "We felt something creeping around in the forest at the waterfall! It was a weird presence!!"

"Really?" He seemed to almost laugh it off and pat them all on the head, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He assured before flying off through the forest. It couldn't be that bad, likely a demon. He can handle that.

Well, at the time he wasn't expecting to have met a fairy like them.

After some time, Gloxinia felt a suspicion creeping up his back. There wasn't a sign of anything strange lurking through the trees the longer he searched.

That's when he heard the smallest sounds of something moving towards the ground, walking slowly and bushes rustled. As soon as rushed to the area, it was just a fairy.

"What are you doing here?" Gloxinia asked confused but didn't get an answer from the certain fairy as they turned to him, their expression nothing he's seen before on a fairy. It was a poker face... They almost looked like they were shocked or confused by his sudden appearance. He didn't waste any time, "You haven't seen any demons or anything strange around here, right?"

"no," they spoke, their voice timid and almost on edge.

it felt like was a waste, Gloxinia didn't see anything odd going on, but there was something on his mind. This fairy, he's never seen before, didn't seem like they were much of a social person. He couldn't explain why, but they brought a sudden curiosity to him. "What's your name?" He asked, slowly levitating closer to the ground where they stood and sitting in the air with his wings fluttering behind him.

"(Y/N)." they spoke in a quiet voice.

"Well, I'm sure you already know who I am, Gloxinia, king of the fairies." He spoke, coming off with a light heartedness.

The fairy nodded their head, fiddling around with the edge of their clothes awkwardly before looking away, ".. well, I'm gonna go." They immediately turned to leave.

"How come?"

"I shouldn't be here."

Gloxinia seemed surprised by that answer, whatever did they mean? When he read their heart.. he read a sense of self guilt for being there.. All the fairies are welcomed in the forest. Before he could ask, he watched from behind, their wings made a quick and sudden flutter which made the buzzing sound similar to a bee. (Y/N)'s wings had a unique small shape, nothing he's seen before.. it was a little odd, their wings were much smaller than the average size. Often fairies, for their small size, had wings that were as large as them, this fairies wings didn't even stretch out to cover their back.

"That's a unique set of wings." He commented, pointing it out to them. They seemed to stop in their tracks, their back turned. They didn't answer at first; they didn't want to answer.

"..thanks."

"If it's fine to ask, what are you doing out here by yourself?" He levitated beside them, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he took a closer look at their face.

"..I'm walking through the forest..?" They seemed confused by his question.

"Why not just fly?"

(Y/N) seemed hurt by the question almost, looking down awkwardly as their wings made another buzzing sound of a bee for a slight moment. ".. I can't fly."

Gloxinia definitely wasn't expecting that for an answer, "what?"

"My wings are too weak to carry me no more than like three feet above the ground."

He thought about their words, pondering on it. "Is that why you're out here? By yourself?"

They were quiet, staring at the ground. "I'm an outcast compared to all those fairies. I mean, what's a fairy if they can't fly? They're just.." (Y/N) stopped their words, their hand, almost unconsciously, reached back as their fingers were touching the area where the wings sprout of their back.

Gloxinia thought about it for a moment, there didn't seem to be any sign of actual guilt or anger to signifying they were lying.. but when he read their hearts, there was sign of self hatred, insecurity and envy.. Actually, he felt a feeling of jealousy begin to grow as they stared at his own wings..

"how long have you been like this?"

"a few hundred years.. why?"

He didn't give a answer to your words, thinking for a moment. Although he couldn't help them with how they thought about the idea, but.. "why don't you join the other fairies and me? We're playing a few games."

He watched as their expression almost seemed surprised by the sudden invitation, "didn't you hear me..? I'm an outcast. I can't fly-"

"So?" He cut off their words, he had a almost disappointed look to how they were thinking but his expression still soft, tilting his head withal a little smile. "That doesn't stop you from joining in some fun." Their eyes lit up slowly, which made him smile. He watched as their eyes lit up slowly for a moment, which made him smile. It was like they suddenly got a spark of happiness, something they'd never expect.

(Y/N) didn't say anything, looking down at the ground almost pondering on what to do.

Gloxinia smiled faintly at the expression they made, that spark of happiness almost made him chuckle out loud. They seemed to be confused, and he couldn't blame them. He let them think in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

"do you think, I'll ever get the chance to feel like a real fairy?"

He laughed off their question for a moment, waving his hand in defense to show he didn't mean any offense as they looked surprised and almost offended by the way he responded.

"Well.. wings or not, you're still a fairy by blood which is enough in my book. Now, are you gonna take my hand to join me in a game of tag or I'm gonna have to drag you myself, little flower?" He spoke as he held his hand out in invitation to them again with a grin.

"so you gonna come with me or not?"

[whorediaries-09]

remember how I'd fly to you?💋 another one bc my mind RAN with ideas coquette-y!reader gives siri flowers and he's surprised because she remembered his favorite flower and reader doing lovey-dovey little things (taking care of him when he's drunk, washing his hair softly, giving him massages, making hot cocoa for him) while he stares at her in awe.

okay i kinda like how this one turned out 🎀

lavender haze;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- mutual pinning, tooth rotting fluff, alcohol. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- i just wanna stay...

the slut club

i feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me

'sirius did you get your helmet?' your startled shout echoes from your house. it's still carries its softness, the healing aura when it falls on sirius' eardrums. he hears your muffled pacing around in the hall. he wonders what you're searching for, sandals or his helmet. he doesn't think you'd like to get your soft bunny slippers dirty.

he bumps his black boot against the gravel of the road, twisting and turning around his motorbike keys. he hears your footsteps echo in your pretty garden as you approach him. his black helmet in your hands, a stark contrast against your pretty pastel colored dress you wore.

'how could forget your helmet sirius!' you scold. but there's no grimace in your tone, or anger. it's pure and raw, honey coated words from your vocal cords. he throws you a lopsided smile. one that makes your heart flutter and do somersaults against your ribcage.

'it ruins my hair,' he says. you knit your eyebrows together, standing on your tiptoes, sliding the helmet across his head. biting your lip, you clasp it under his jaw.

'well you'll have to shave it off if you...' you advise, shaking your head at the horrible thought. his smile softens, as he throws his arm around your neck, pulling you closer. you breathe in his warm scent of cedar and mahogany. his hot breathe fans over your face before he presses a soft peck on your forehead. you close your eyes as heat rushes under your skin.

'i'll be safe from now on, sweetie,' he whispers against your hot blazing skin. your hand crawls over his leather jacket, as you pat him, slowly moving away from his hold. because you're sure that if you don't you'll combust right then and there.

'promise?' you ask. he inserts his key into his bike, turning on the engine. patting his helmet he nods,

'promise.'

the 'just for you' remains silent.

******

you sink your knees into the mud, planting another healthy batch of gloxinias, heathers. daisies and yarrows. your garden isn't very huge, but it's not too small either. it's patched with pretty flower beds and well mowed fresh grass. the abyss of the soft hues of pinks, lavenders and whites melt to form a garden so very like you.

sirius thinks it's endearing how much you take care of flowers. he likes them too, especially the daisies. he wonders how it would feel if you braided them into his hair, but he doesn't want to pick your carefully cultivated flowers.

he doesn't want the flowers on his hair, he thinks. he just wants to feel your fingers running through the locks. and the flowers seem to be an excuse to keep something from you. something like a souvenir. something to keep near him, knowing how much love and effort you put in to grow them.

he sinks his hand into the packet of groceries, pulling out a tray of strawberries.

'hi sweetie,' he says, standing by you. you jump a little, seemingly startled by his sudden appearance. he doesn't blame you. he finds you adorable when you're surprised...well no he finds you adorable all the time. so maybe he'd done it on purpose.

his heart skips a beat as you stand up, wiping your dirty, muddy hands on your apron. your hair is tousled, messy. your eyes reflect the shimmer of the sun, but nothing beats the shine of your smile.

'i brought you strawberries,' he hands you the tray of strawberries. you smile at him, and his heart melts. he's so in love with you, he thinks. it's endearing, how much he wants to kiss your lips, comb your tousled hair, paint your nails with pretty pastel colors, pick out sundresses for you.

'thank you, pretty,' you say. he throws you a lopsided smile. his mind reels with the nickname you used for him...pretty. he's putty in your hands and you don't even know it. he's devoted to you and you don't even know it.

'i'm gonna make it into a jam, would you want some?' you ask.

'i'd love some,'

he doesn't really want you, he loves you.

*****

it was slow. it progressed eventually. when the looks in a crowded room began to wander about solely for him. when you laughed at the silliest jokes by him. when you wore his black leather jacket on a cold day, just to realize you'd like to submerge in his scent forever. when you held his hand for the first time and the sparks crawled under your skin. when the gray skies and beaches only seemed appealing when they were the shade of his eyes.

it took a lot of convincing from lily for you to realize. you didn't really have a crush on sirius. no, you didn't want him.

you loved him.

you'd broken a few flowers from your garden. heathers, yarrows and daisies. you'd tied them together, making a little bouquet. though you weren't sure he'd like it, considering the bouquet looked like a mess. a beautiful mess none the less.

taking in a breath you knocked on his door. you heard shuffling around in his hallway, before the door swung upon, revealing a shirtless sirius. his chest was clad in tattoos, which rather hid under the t-shirts he wore. his gray sweatpants hung low on his narrow hips, revealing his happy trail. fuck, you thought, gulping slowly. you felt the heat crawl under your skin to your neck and ears, your eyes drifting to your shoes.

the sight haunted you, in the best way possible. and even though you could stare at him all day, you were just his friend.

a friend who was hopelessly in love with him.

'hav-have i interrupted something?' you ask, even though no other shoes were visible other than his.

'god, no sweetie, i was hot,'

you are hot, you think wordlessly.

'you can look, i promise,' he says. his voice carries a teasing tone. you're sure you feel your heart burst out from your ribcage and your legs turn shaky when you look at him, leaned against his doorframe, his hand tucked away in his pocket. his smile burns through you, as you hand him the jam and the bouquet of flowers. he's visually speechless. his eyebrows knitted into an unreadable emotion. you wonder what he thinks.

'thanks, love,' he says, nudging his finger against his scrunched up nose. love...he says. he'd never used it before...

you want nothing but to sink into his arms and kiss him.

*****

he wraps his hands around your body. he's sure he smells like whiskey, beer and things you don't like. but you're soft, and he's drunk. he needs you, he needs the one he loves close by. he needs to feel your skin upon his. he needs to submerge himself into your scent.

'pretty, you're drunk,' your house smells so homely. he wants to sink in your cave and presence for an everlasting period. he wants to coat his eardrums into your honey weaved voice forever.

'i knowww,' he slurs. he hears you locking the door. you house smells of vanilla and sugar. he wonders whether he had interrupted your baking session. he wonders whether you're angry at him for drinking. but your beautiful eyes speak nothing. he knits his eyebrows, tucking your head under his jaw. he presses your head against his chest.

'did i interrupt something?'

'no,' you chuckle. he thinks it's the most beautiful melody he's heard.

'sirius, you should take a bath...i'll draw you one yeah?'

he blinks as you separate yourself from him. you guide him to your couch, telling him to sit down and open his shoes. he unbuckles the belt of his boots, before he hears the splashing of water against ceramic.

'sweetie, will you wash my hair?' he says, when he sees you waddle back into the hall. you play with your fingers clumsily, not quite meeting his gaze.

'you're sure?' you whisper.

'yeah,' he nods. his heart somersaults when you agree. so he walks into your washroom. the bubbles in the bathtub shimmer under the moonlight that enter through the window. your bath smells of watermelons and strawberries. he strips himself off his clothes, sinking under the hot water.

'love, you can come in,' he shouts. you slowly walk into your bathroom. he's thrilled, to say the least. to be soaked in your scent. to finally feel your fingers against his scalp. his heart flutters, when you kneel down beside him, grabbing the bottle of shampoo.

the silence is comforting, soaked in an effervescent of pure bliss and innocence. neither of you speak, afraid to jinx the moment. because it feels unreal, a haze. but it's real, your eyes boring into his, your fingers rubbing into his scalp. it's real, his hot breath fanning over your face. it's real, how he feels so close yet so far away. it's real, when he finally breaks the silence.

'i love you, sweetie,'

'you're drunk,'

'in love,'

*****

the smell of hot chocolate mixes with your spritz of cherries. you feel the hot gaze of sirius burn your back through you. he thinks there's nothing not to love about you. he's not drunk from alcohol anymore, but he remembers confessing. he remembers being drunk in love.

because he is, right now. and he wants to be all the time, if it's you he loves.

and he doesn't regret it, no. the poems he'd written about you would never compare to the ethereal love he feels for you. the paints melting on canvas could never capture your beauty. they could never capture how you made him feel. they could never capture the softness of your voice. they could never capture the feeling of your hair against his fingers. they could never capture the feeling of your body pressed against his. they could never capture the random scribbles of your fingers on his back. they could never capture the beauty of your eyes. they could never capture your sunny smile. they could never capture the taste of your jams or cookies. they could never capture the taste of your lips against his.

they could never capture you.

not when your lips melted with his, when you hand him the cup of hot cocoa.

[izuchuumi]

Daisies & Lilies - H. Yachi SMAU

pairing: yachi x f!reader

synopsis: despite the hot new tattoo artist working right across from her, yachi can’t bring herself to do more than daydream about her. when y/n comes in wanting to learn more about floristry for a job, will yachi be able to bond and get with the girl of her dreams or will she keep hiding in the sidelines to protect her delicate feelings?

the vibes: tattoo shop and flower shop AU, opposites attract, black cat x golden retriever, sapphic romance and sapphic angst, new beginnings

progress: completed (will add an epilogue)

warning: contains internalized homophobia, profanity, potentially more mature topics, some mental health talk, drinking, potential ooc-ness, canon divergence!! will add more as i write more!

notes: please ignore the timestamps and amount of likes/retweets/comments!! i was too lazy to put in random numbers on all of them; all characters are in their 20s, light mode is yachi’s pov and dark mode is y/n’s!!

written parts are indicated by ✮

profiles

crow inks || daisy chains

chapters

bouquet 1: Purple Gloxinia (love at first sight) bouquet 2: Acacia Blossom (secret/concealed love) ✮ bouquet 3: Yellow Tulips (happiness and hope) bouquet 4: Yellow Freesias (friendship, support, & optimism) bouquet 5: Calaminthas (shyness) bouquet 6: Purple Petunias (mystery and enchantment) ✮ bouquet 7: Pink Orchids (happiness and playfulness) bouquet 8: Striped Carnations (denial and rejection) bouquet 9: Solidasters (support and good fortune) ⤷bouquet 9.5: Sunflowers (joy) bouquet 10: Colorful Dahliahs (devotion) ✮ bouquet 11: Tarragons (lasting interest) bouquet 12: Bleeding Hearts (heartbreak) bouquet 13: Lotuses (relief and rebirth) bouquet 14: Daisies (first love) bouquet 15: Black Dahlias (betrayal) bouquet 16: Purple Hyacinth (sorrow, regret, & forgiveness) bouquet 17: White Carnations (embarking on a new journey) ✮

epilogue

extra bouquet: Yellow Lilies (joy, happiness, & new beginnings)

flower dividers by @strangergraphics-archive heart dividers by @jilval

[iprobablyshipit91]

Magical Blooms

Genre: romance / mutual pining / fluff

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none I think?

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square filled: Flower Shop AU

SPN Masterlist

My first ever Dean Winchester fic and I’m terrified. Please let me know what you think! Also, all the flowers used at each part of the story are used for a reason…

This wasn't a big deal. Nope. No. Not at all. Not in the slightest. Actually, it was the exact opposite of a big deal. An insignificant speck if you will. And one that certainly hadn’t even registered on your radar. After all, there was a flurry of customers walk through the doors to Magical Blooms each and every day, and quite a number of these were regulars. Just because one of those regulars was an undeniably gorgeous man that flirted shamelessly, owned more flannel than you thought possible for one person, had adorable bow legs, and the most captivating green eyes that you had ever seen was most certainly not a big deal. And just because he was inexplicably absent today after you’d seen him every Friday without fail for the last six months was also not a big deal. It's not like you had really noticed anyway, having spent the morning softly singing Christmas songs along to the radio whilst putting together a similarly themed bouquet with holly, pine, and red chrysanthemums. And okay, maybe you were secretly hoping he would love said bouquet, but that also wasn’t a big deal. You just liked to please your customers. And anyway, all of this had to be no big deal whether you liked it or not because he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that he came and bought flowers for weekly without fail, coming into the store and carefully choosing something different and unique rather than having an easier standing order. You couldn’t decide if he was completely in love or just an incredibly attentive boyfriend. Either way, you couldn’t let it be a big deal.

He had first rushed in to your little shop at the end of May and purchased a beautiful and remarkably expensive bouquet of white roses. You couldn’t help but drink in the way he had looked in a dark Henley, red plaid button down and jeans, shaking yourself a little to ensure you weren’t just gaping as he paid with his card. The small smirk on his face before he hurried out told you that you might not have succeeded as well as you’d hoped.

The next week he was back much to your delight; his dirty blonde hair gorgeously disheveled and green eyes sparkling at you the second he walked in. After casually browsing the shop he made a beeline towards you.

"Which of these do you like better?" he had asked as he approached, one hand holding yellow carnations and the other deep pink gloxinia. You put the pen down on top of the order form you’d been failing to fill out for the last ten minutes and forced yourself to go into professional mode. You were used to helping guys pick flowers; just because this one looked like a damn Greek god didn’t stop you doing your job.

"They are both great choices. Are they for a special someone? Or maybe a special occasion?"

"Well sweetheart, I guess I would say they’re for a special someone." he smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue and you couldn't help the way your heart beat a little faster at his deep rumble.

"Okay, well what sort of flowers does she like? Or does she have a favourite colour maybe?"

"Uh…" he faltered.

"Or he." You quickly amended, hoping you hadn't offended him. His eyes bulged a little and you were sure the flowers weren't for a man. You couldn't help feeling a little pleased.

"No." he shook his head, looking a little flustered. He took a deep breath. “No. I…" But his answer was cut short by the sharp call of Rowena, your interfering but well meaning boss and the owner of Magical Blooms.

"Y/n!"

"Excuse me just one second," you told him before meeting Rowena at the door to the back room.

"I don't pay you to flirt with customers now do I dear. I don't care how attractive they are." You felt your cheeks heat up at the volume of the older lady’s Scottish brogue. There was no way he hadn't heard her.

"Rowena!" You whispered indignantly. "Don't be embarrassing. He is buying flowers for his girlfriend!"

"Well that is a damned shame" she whispered back with a mischievous smirk, her eyes darting over to the perfection still stood at the counter. “Because that man is delicious." You rolled your eyes. You had a strange but very close relationship with the older woman having worked in her shop since you were a kid. From the way you spoke to each other though people wouldn’t have known. Most of the time your conversations sounded more like arguments. You spun on your heel with Rowena calling with a smirk "Remember I won't hesitate to fire you!"

You heaved a sigh, biting your lip to stop the retort that was brewing. Instead you made your way back to the handsome customer, plastering on a smile to cover the fact you were positive he had heard every word.

"Sorry. My boss." You rolled your eyes again.

He laughed; a deep sound that struck you low in the stomach and sent your heart into overdrive once again. "I understand, Sweetheart."

You shot him a grateful smile, keeping eye contact longer than was necessary. The green captivating you completely.

"So…do you know what flowers your girlfriend likes?" You asked again, desperately clinging on to your professionalism.

He shook his head a smirk on his handsome face. "We have only just met."

"Hmmm…." You thought briefly, glancing between the flowers. "I would say most women would probably pick the carnations out the two. They are a pretty safe bet."

He nodded but looked at you thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes, like he was trying to read your expression. "I asked which you liked better though, and you prefer the pink ones, don’t you?"

You tried to hide your surprise that he had noticed your preference for the gloxinia. You frowned and his smirk grew, his eyebrow rising mischievously.

“Yes, I just think they’re beautiful." You said honestly with a shrug. With a satisfied nod and a breath-taking smile that lit up his whole face, he quickly returned the carnations to their place.

"Gloxinia it is then!" he said; his smile boyish and utterly adorable.

You grinned back helplessly as you reached for the flowers in his hand and firmly ignored the hum of electricity in your body as your fingers gently brushed.

"My name is Dean." He said as you rung up the bouquet.

"Y/n."

That visit was just the start and you very quickly found that you looked forward to your Friday shift more than any other. Each week Dean would walk around the shop in his flannel shirt, examining all the available arrangements and then ask for your input and opinion. There was always a smile and usually a wink or flirty comment too and you couldn’t help how quickly he became your favorite customer. As the weeks went on you eventually started talking about other topics. You learnt early on about Dean’s pride and joy; a sleek black Impala that he affectionately called Baby. It almost frightened you how soon the hum of the engine became familiar to you as you eagerly awaited his next visit.

In late July he told you that he would be gone for two weeks while he visited his younger brother in California, pride once again colouring his tone. You had been taken aback at how much you had actually ended up missed him in that fortnight and realised just how important his visits had become to you. Remembering his girlfriend however you mentally scolded yourself and forced your thoughts elsewhere. But then Friday had rolled back around and he was there, almost first thing, in relaxed jeans, his favourite red plaid button down and damn it if your heart didn’t do a flip just at the mere sight of him. There was an eagerness to his expression that made you think that maybe, just maybe, he had missed you too.

"Welcome back!" You smiled despite the promises you made to yourself to take a step back. To not let yourself fall for someone who was already taken.

"Thanks sweetheart! It's so good to be back," he said as he closed the space between you. "I, er, well I brought you something." He pulled a small wrapped box from his pocket. You looked at it quizzically. "A gift, for my favorite florist." he explained. "I saw this and, well, it made me think of you."

Your eyebrows shot up; you didn't know what to say. After hesitating a moment too long he shook the box slightly for you to take.

He waited patiently, rubbing his jaw with nerves, as you unwrapped it. It was a dainty gold necklace with a small primrose pressed in glass dangling from the middle. It was beautiful and so very thoughtful. "Dean… wow. Its wonderful. I absolutely love it." You smiled up at him shyly and you saw him visibly relax as he beamed back.

"I could er, help? Put it on I mean. If you wanted me to?”

You nodded, passing him the necklace before turning slowly and moving your hair out of the way for him. You steadied your breathing as best you could, feeling your heart pound in your ears. His warm fingers brushed softly against your neck as he fastened the clasp and you felt yourself shiver involuntary. You looked back over your shoulder to him, his hot breath tickling your neck from your proximity yet he didn’t step away and you found you couldn't move either. You were trapped in a space full of his smell, his body heat, and your own thudding heart.

"Y/n. I…" Dean began only to be interrupted by the thudding of the shop door as a frantic customer came barrelling through. The spell you were both under immediately broke and you stepped away, breathless and eager to get rid of the interruption. But after fifteen gruelling minutes of helping debate the merits of pink roses over red; Dean motioned that he had to go. It was only later that night that you realised he hadn't bought any flowers.

The beautiful gift and his lack of purchase had filled you with a strange hope. Had he perhaps broken up with his girlfriend? What would he have said before you got interrupted? Would he have asked you out? The questions plagued you all night and into your shift the next day. Your fingers toying with the trinket around your neck constantly as your thoughts wandered to Dean. You were still brooding over the possibilities as you helped your best friend Benny pick out flowers for his anniversary.

"These are perfect as usual! What would I do without you, Sugar?" Came his Southern drawl as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head affectionately. You rolled your eyes at his antics when you suddenly noticed Dean in the middle of the door way, your heart soaring at his unexpected appearance. You smiled brightly but he didn’t return it; a strange, sullen, look on his face. You stopped yourself from frowning and turned back to your friend; eager for him to go so you could speak to Dean alone, preferably before Benny realised who he was as the embarrassment opportunities would be just too great for him to pass up.

“So, I’ll see you this weekend?” You say, remembering Andrea had invited you and some other friends over for dinner.

“You will indeed,” he replies easily, pressing another kiss to your hairline before retreating out the shop, the door thudding behind him.

You turned, your eyes searching the shop for Dean. Benny is long forgotten as your mind turned towards finally finishing your interrupted conversation. He was studying a wall of flowers, half turned away from you.

"Hey!" You said a little breathlessly as you reached him. "I’ve been expecting you." He turned with raised eyebrows "I mean, you know, since you didn't, er, buy anything yesterday." You gave a small smile as your stomach erupted with butterflies. Your fingers latch onto the cool glass of your necklace, the necklace he had just given you the day before, for reassurance. "The…uh… hyacinths are fresh." You gestured awkwardly at the yellow flowers in front of him. “Or I have some marigolds you might like?” You were hoping this would be it, that he was going to turn around and tell you he wasn't here for flowers. That actually, he no longer had someone to buy flowers for. Instead he sighed and pouted. "Yeah, the hyacinths are fine."

You nodded, feeling your heart sink like a stone. Ever the professional though you gesture to an arrangement. "Is this one okay?"

"Sure." He grabbed it without even really looking and swiftly walked past you, heading to the register. Silence reigned as you rung him up. Instead of bright eyes and friendly banter there was a crease in his brow and a slight frown. It was the first time you remembered feeling uncomfortable around Dean and it felt so wrong. Your mind floundered for conversation topics. You paused before handing him his receipt.

"Dean. Is everything okay?"

He finally looked at you, and flashed half-hearted smile that looked more like a grimace at best. "I'm fine, Sweetheart. Just a lot on my mind."

"Oh, sure." You replied stiffly as you handed him his receipt. He took it and turned to go. You felt a weird constriction in your throat; the meeting had not gone as planned. You grabbed at your necklace and just as he placed his hand on the door you called out. "See you next week?"

You meant it as a goodbye but you could hear the question in your voice as clear as day. He paused, tossing you a look back, and his face broke into another small smile, though this one was much more genuine. "Of course, Sweetheart. Next week."

The next week came and he appeared and things went back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. You talked and flirted and he bought his flowers. You never took the necklace off and felt sure he must have noticed, though he never once mentioned it. You tried not to be disappointed, you tried to be satisfied with your relationship, limited as it was, and enjoy the moments you shared. Mostly you succeeded. Sometimes you couldn't help yourself and tried to pry information about his mysterious girlfriend.

"So, you two must have an anniversary coming up soon?" You asked one day in early November as he contemplated some red carnations.

"Huh?" he turned in confusion.

"Well, when your first came in at the end of May you said you had just met someone. So your six month anniversary as a couple should be coming up." You rushed to explain yourself. You glanced shyly up when he didn't immediately respond. He had a wicked smirk plastered on his face.

"Why, Sweetheart. I didn’t realise you monitored my love life so closely."

"I don’t.” You quickly covered with a roll of your eyes. “It's just my job to remember this kind of stuff. That’s all.”

“Right,” he said disbelievingly, the mischief never leaving his eyes. “And how do you know that we would even celebrate such a minor anniversary? That’s very chick flick.”

You scoffed. "Please. Dean you are such a hopeless romantic. I’d put money on you celebrating any anniversary!"

"I take offense at the idea that I am hopeless or romantic!" He points his finger at you.

"Oh come on! You literally come here to buy flowers for her every week! How much more romantic can you get?"

"Yeah well, perhaps I only come to see you." he shot back, the teasing words sounding oddly serious with his tone. You meet his gaze and find yourself unable and to look away. The moment stretched on before you finally bit your lip and turned away with your heart thundering in your ears. It was only later that night while you pondered what he could have meant that you realised he had, once again, avoided telling you anything about his girlfriend.

You thought about his words often as you absently clutched your necklace. You wondered what he had meant and if you were crazy to think he had meant anything serious.

Benny had caught you in just such a moment of contemplation last week.

"Hello! Y/n! Anybody home?" He called snapping you back to reality.

"Sorry what?"

"What is up with you today, Sugar? It’s like your not even here." Benny asked.

"It's Friday." Rowena responded from her perch behind the register. You shot her a dirty look.

“What’s Friday got to do with anything?” Benny asked, still looking confused.

“Loverboy is coming today."

"Don't call him that." You groaned as Benny perked up at the same time and asked “Loverboy?”

"Well, what should we call him?" Rowena smirked wickedly.

"Nothing! Because he is just a customer. We aren’t dating. We aren’t lovers." Rowena just raised her eyebrows, smirk unwavering and you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Hold up,” Benny interrupted. “Is this the mysterious Dean you mentioned a few weeks back?”

“Indeed,” Rowena supplied as you pinched your nose in frustration.

“Yes, but he’s just a friend and he has a girlfriend. There’s nothing there.”

“But you like him, Honey. I can tell,” Benny points at you.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel, he’s got a girlfriend Benny. I can’t forget that.”

Benny clucks his tongue sympathetically and pulls you in for a hug.

“Can I…”

“You’re never meeting him,” you interrupt quickly, knowing exactly what your friend is going to ask.

"Actually if you stick around you are guaranteed to meet him." Rowena pointed out unhelpfully.

You pull away from Benny annoyed. “Are you still here?” You grumble to your boss. She just smiles in response and makes her way to the back room.

"That settles it. I’m staying until he shows up." Benny declares and you know better than to argue with him.

"Fine. But if you embarrass me you can find someone else to help you with Andrea’s Christmas present!"

You didn't have to wait that long; fifteen minutes later Dean came sauntering through the door. He was dressed in his usual shirt and jacket combination and of course your traitor heart sped up at the sight of him. Benny had kept out of sight as you helped Dean choose a bunch of snowdrops. He then pounced before you could move to the register.

"Y/n, do you think Andrea will appreciate this bouquet?" He rounded the corner and then gave the biggest look of fake surprise as he pretended to see Dean for the first time.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Sugar! I didn't know you were with a customer." He said with mock surprise. You barely contained your eye roll at his ridiculous antics.

You forced your tone to be bright. "No problem. Dean this is my best friend Benny. Benny, yes I’m sure your wife will love those.”

"Best friend? Wife?" You heard him murmur before Benny began speaking again.

"Me and Y/n go way back. She always knows just what my Andrea will love."

You glanced at Dean and was pleased to see a wide, goofy, grin plastered to his face.

“She always picks out the best flowers,” he agreed.

There was a pleasant pause and then Deans phone rung. He apologised and quickly walked out of the shop to answer.

"I can see why you like him Honey, and he certainly has eyes for you." Benny smiled as soon as the door closed.

“Oh, stop it,” you attempt to brush it off although you hear Rowena’s voice drift out from the back saying “I told you so!”

Dean stuck his head back in. "Sorry. Sam emergency, I’m going to have to leave town. Can I pay for these when I get back?"

"Of course! No problem."

"Thanks. See ya next week?"

You had nodded, already looking forward to next Friday.

But next Friday had come and gone and Dean had not shown up. Which, of course, was no big deal.

"Did I miss Dean today?" Rowena asks offhandedly.

"No. He didn't come in." You try to match her tone.

"Really? Well that is good news."

You jerk your head up in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Well dear, if he isn't buying flowers maybe he’s broken up with that girlfriend of his. Which means the two of you can finally stop making eyes at each other and go out."

You feel a thrill in your heart but reply sarcastically. "Please. If Dean was interested in me I think he would have made a move long ago."

Rowena’s reply was only a knowing smile and a short "Mmm-hmm".

You try not to get your hopes up. You fail miserably.

An hour later, Rowena is gone and your closing up the shop for the night. The lights are off as you pick up your keys when you hear a tap on the door. You turn around expecting a desperate customer and gasp when you see Dean grinning back at you.

He looks just like he always did; hair disheveled, a flannel shirt layered over a black tee, and just enough scruff on his face to add to the whole rugged look he had going for him.

As you walk through the darkened shop with only the street light shining through the windows you feel a mix of nerves and excitement at his arrival after Rowena’s earlier words. You unlock the door and let him in. Cold air sweeps in and you convince yourself that is why you shiver and not because of his proximity.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not too late. I only just got back into town." he says.

You shake your head. "No, it’s fine. I was just leaving." There is a pause and you realise how much more intimate the shop seems in the low light. In the shadow you can't quite make out his eyes, but he’s staring at you. "I was beginning to think maybe something awful had happened to you."

"Like what?" he asks, his teeth flashing in the dark.

"The flu, a car crash, an alien invasion?"

He shook his head. "None of those things could keep me away." His cold hand reaches out and toys with a strand of your hair. You don’t understand how such a simple gesture could suck the breath from your lungs and send your head spinning.

"Rowena thought… well that maybe you might have broken up with your girlfriend." You bite your lip, afraid of his answer.

He chuckles. "Well it seems both you and Rowena were wrong." Your stomach drops and you step back, your hope shattering and walls around your heart flying up. You wish he hadn't shown up at all now. At least then you could have had one night of blissful fantasy.

"I see. I..uh… I need to get going." Your voice dull. "Maybe try the grocery store. I am sure…"

'"No. Y/n. You don't understand." he interrupts, his hand rubbing his jaw. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"What? Since when?" Of all the things you thought Dean might say this was not one of them.

He grins sheepishly, dips his head and rubs his neck. "I never even had a girlfriend. The first time I came in I was in a hurry, getting flowers for my friends wedding. I wanted to ask you out but I didn't have time. So I came back and I had it all planned. I was going to have you pick your favorite flowers and then give them to you and ask you out. But then Rowena threatened to fire you for flirting and I…"

"But she didn't mean that!" You interrupt, your mind reeling to make sense of his story.

"I know that now! But I didn’t then and I was worried. I didn't think you would want to date me if I got you fired. So I let you think I had a girlfriend and kept buying flowers just so I could spend time with you."

"That's…that's ridiculous."

Dean chuckles. "That's what my brother said when I explained everything to him in August. So I bought you the necklace and I was going to tell you everything. But then I saw you with Benny and I, well I thought he was your boyfriend."

"Benny is married!" You protest.

"Again, I know that now! But you two seemed awfully close and maybe I was a bit blinded by jealously." Dean ducks his head and shuffles his feet. "But I didn't want to stop seeing you. So I settled for spending a few minutes with you each week, even though I thought you loved someone else."

"That sounds familiar." You reply. You know exactly what he means because it is the echo of your own heart.

Dean steps closer his hand reaching for your cheek. "Really?"

You nod and lean closer, your heart threatening to leave your body. "Yes. Dean I…" But Dean doesn't let you finish. His cool lips find yours in a gentle caress. He pulls back his breath hot on your cheek.

"Sorry I just, I've wanted to do that for six months." You grin and grab his shirt. Pulling his lips back to yours, eager to taste and claim. You melt into each other, your heavy breathing and occasional moans filling the dark shop. You grip his hair and he caresses your neck. You slide a hand to his chest and he pulls at your hips. When you break, gasping for breath, you both smile.

Dean tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "Can I buy you dinner?" he asks, still a little breathless.

He comes into the shop the next afternoon.

"Are you coming in on Saturday now?" Rowena asks with narrowed eyes.

"Well actually…" Dean begins, scratching behind his ear.

"Dean, what can I help you with?" You appear a broad grin lighting your face. Rowena shrugs and leaves you alone; thinking that if the boy doesn't make a move soon she might have to ban him from the shop.

Dean shoots you a smirk. "I was hoping you might have some mistletoe. With Christmas being right around the corner and all."

"It's your lucky day. I think we have some in the back." You nod your head and Dean follows you to the back room, a bounce in his step.

Rowena doesn't bother to mention that there is no mistletoe in the back room nor does she comment on your disheveled state when you finally emerge empty handed twenty minutes later.

[herwritingartcowboy]

Tutor

Okay this is my first oneshot after my break. I hope you all like it.

Fandom: Seven Deadly Sins

Character(s): Gloxinia

Warning(s): X

Readers Gender: Gn

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{Picture Not Mine}

"Y/n Pleaseeeeee!” “No”, the redhead in front of you pouted as you only looked away from him. “Come on, I might get held back a year if I don't pass this test, tell them Drole”, there was a big test coming up and the teachers said this was going on your grade. 

Gloxinia wasn't really good at tests; he mostly had a bad score. So he knew he had to pass this one or his life was ruined. So now he is here begging for you to help him, as you were to good friends. 

You were an okay student, your grades weren't the best but enough for you to pass the year. “Come on Y/n i’ll do anything!” “You-Fine, fine, fine be at my house at five, okay crybaby”. “Oh thank you, thank you”, Gloxinia was always thankful for you.

This was one of the reasons why he was in love with you. Sense you both were kids you've both been at each other's side. Now here he was trying to figure out what to wear to impress you. 

It was five o clock as he was now knocking on your door. You opened the door letting the red head in. “So Y/n where are your parents?” “Oh they are out of town till next week” “Oh~Y/n i thought that we were just going to study~” “Shut up, do you have your notebooks?”.

This was the most difficult thing you've ever done. Gloxinia, he's cool you both get along very well  but who knew he was this difficult to get to focus. “Come on Gloxinia you need to focus” “But who knew your bed was sooo soft” “Then why beg for my help only to mess around” “But Y/n its hard” “Then let's not make it hard”.

Gloxinia was now sitting down eating a sandwich as this was his ‘reward’ for listening to you. “Sorry just for the sandwich but that's all I can give to guests” “It's fine, i’ve never tasted a sandwich this good before” “Thank you, so how is Gerhead?” “She's fine, I think shes out with some friends” “And what have you and Drole been up to” “Nothing just hanging around Zeldris and the others, and you Y/n” “Just been with Elizabeth and her boyfriends friends” “Thats nice, you know me, you, and Drole should hang out this week after school tomorrow” “You know i would love to but i already made plans with the others” “Oh okay” “But hey at least me and you are hanging out right now” “yeah”. 

An awkward silence came in as Gloxinia just sat there, he missed hanging out with you like going to the mall, park, arcade, and pulling pranks on the teachers. “Y/n i miss you” “Why were we in the same school, class, dude you're sitting next to me” “No i miss when it was just me and you i want that back”. You looked at him as you can see he was upset, you felt that Gloxinia had deeper feelings for you but you wanted more signs, and you knew this was a sign. ‘This was supposed to be a night of studying’, you leaned closer to Gloxinia as you kissed his lips. Gloxinia was shocked for a second only to pull you closer, You and Gloxinia sat there having a full on make out session for you to only pull away. “Y/n-” “We have to be studying” “But then why-” “We finish up you get more okay”. Gloxinia only nodded with a smile as he followed you in your room.

Next day:

“Y/nnnnnn!”, you turned around seeing the redhead in front of you. “Look, look”, you shall hold the paper he held in his hands. “You passed?” “Yep with a good score even the teacher was impressed, thank you”, he hugged you tightly as he smiled. “Your welcome” “So me and Drole are going to this diner right now you sure you don’t wanna-” “Y/n!”. You shall Elaine coming up to you, “Y/n are you coming with everyone to my place” “You know what Elaine i already made plans but i'll text you later” “Alright Y/n text you later” “Don't let Ban or Meliodas drink too much”. You said as Elaine left you there with the redhead boy, “Yeah I'll go”. Gloxinia smiled as he took your hand as he led to where Drole was waiting for him. Then you three left for the diner. 

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[ar1sc0rn3r]

Time Can’t Measure My Love for You{Gloxinia x Fairy! Sin! Reader

Chapter 3

Synopsis: Gloxinia and Y/N have been together long  before the Holy War 3000 years ago. When Rou attacks Gloxinia turns to the 10 Commandments believing his sister and beloved are dead. What happens when they meet again and on different sides of the battle field?

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Your POV

The rumbling stopped and your stomach dropped. You and Meliodas exchanged looks, completely understanding what one another where thinking. You felt a wave emotions crash over you at the realization.

The Ten Commandments are coming back.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe and your stomach was heavy. Spreading your wings, you flew off quickly. You heard your friends calling for you, but their calls were ignored as your speed increased. You stopped when you were sure you found a dark corner to be by yourself, you brought your knees to your chest.  Tears of anguish, regret, betrayal flowed down your cheeks and hit the ground in small, silent splashes. The feeling of meeting him again made you scared. 

Scared that you would be blinded by your love for him and betray your comrades. Scared that he probably has forgotten you and moved on. You cried and you held your knees closer to yourself and rested your forehead on it. For what seemed like hours, you were finally able to calm yourself down. Your eyes were puffy and red and your nose felt stuffy. 

You looked around to see where you were. You didn’t recognize this part of town. Suddenly, there was a loud crash. The sound made the ground shake and you flew above the houses to get a better view. The sight made your heart drop to your toes and your breath catch in your throat.

Galand

His towering form made him easy to spot out but then you saw flashes of yellow. Your eyes went wide and your wings moved before you could form a solid plan. The rest of the Sins were fighting Galand when you arrived and landed near a Perfect Cube.

When did Merlin get here?

Elizabeth was speaking frantically but you were able to make out what she was saying. You decided to stay put until you were noticed, not wanting to get in anyone’s way. It wasn’t long before you were noticed. Galand cackled and stopped fighting with the others.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise isn’t it, Y/N?”

You swallowed as all attention was on you. The eyes of you’re friends were confused and some of them knew how the Commandment of Truth knew your name.

“I would rather we didn’t meet, but it seems as if it’s inevitable.”

He chuckles at your statement and pulls his weapon from the ground. He stalks towards you and you float towards him. You stop when he’s about three feet away from you. The ominous aura from him makes you weary of his intentions.

“So, answer me something, pixie. You’ve been running around with these people while Gloxinia has been sitting in darkness moping because he thinks you’re dead?”

“What do you mean?”

He doesn’t say anything and he head tilts slightly to the side. He clears his throat and attempts to speak before cackling again.

“You both are lovesick idiots. You’ll find out soon enough.”

He was off, leaving you more confused than ever. 

What did he mean by dead? 

You couldn’t focus on this when King was shaking you and blurting out question after question. You put your hand over his and stopped him from shaking you.

“It’s a long story. So pay attention, so pay attention.”

3000 year ago

You and Gloxinia had been rulers of the Fairy Realm at the time. With you being the first and presumably last Queen, you had both joined Stigma in representation of the Fairy Race. Meliodas and Elizabeth had been close friends of yours and you got along well with Drole. However, you were very protective of Gerheade and immediately sought her out when the battle got intense.

You flew through the trees and saw Rou standing over her bloodied body. Your nerves were on fire with only one intention.

Kill him.

Your magic wasn’t as strong as it could’ve been as you were caught up in your own fight before finding her. You were almost spent but you were intent on saving her.

“Poison Flower: Sinister Sundew.”

The ground rumbled and a long, veiny plant with red branch-like spores coming off of it appeared. Rou looked at the monstrous creation and back at you. Your hair was matted with sweat and it stuck to your forehead giving you an eerie appearance. The flower heaved and huge glob of clear gelatin-like material was flown from it. Rou was able to dodge it but they kept coming. Somehow, he was able to dodge them all leaving you to use your last resort.

Before you could muster up any magic, you were grabbed by the neck and his sword glinted. You thought he would cut your wings, but he began with your clothing.

“You will die a shameful death for trying to poison me, you bitch.”

Mustering up strength to lift your head in his death grasp, you spat in his eye. He loosened his grip making you fall onto the ground with a thud. You hit the ground and groaned. Your vision was fuzzy, but you were able to smell ginger and saw his massive wings and red hair. 

You assumed Rou was dead and he made his way to your vision. His eyes were cloudy so you assumed he was crying. You couldn’t make out much, but the last thing he said to you before you blacked out was,

“Goodbye, my camellia.”

King and the others who you assumed heard the story were appalled, The looks they gave you varied from shock, sadness, and a small twinge of pity.

“So what do you think will happen when you see him again?” Diane asks.

You shrug and look to the sky.

“I don’t know. But what I do know is it won’t be nice.”

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a/n: sorry this took so long to come out. school is super hard especially since it’s online. i’ll try for a new chapter to come out at least once or twice a week.

[buckyreaderrecs]

Gloxinia

Summary: You’re a witch that helps The Avengers a couple of times. Bucky Barnes finds some sort of happiness and healing in you, and the flowers you surround yourself with. He’s a boy in lalalove. 

 Words: 5,808 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, James 'Rhodey' Rhodes, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame never happened), witch!Reader, enhanced!Reader, she/her pronouns for Reader, other characters mentioned but not in scenes, recovering!Bucky, witchy vibes, evil werewolf clones, sassy Sam Wilson, LOTS of flower symbolism, Avengers compound, fluff Warnings: reference to having nightmares but nothing serious My masterlist.

Note: This was written for @the--sad--hatter and her Flowers For My Followers writing challenge. Kara, I love you, and I hope you love this. Also shout out to @vibraniumwitch for being my witchy inspiration always. Also, sorry for probably wrong geography stuff; I'm Australian and don't know shit about New York/Upstate New York loooool.

 Gloxinia

For any of The Avengers to be sceptical of witchcraft seemed, to be perfectly frank, really fucking stupid. Each of their lives had been wrapped up in magic and mystery, so to have them hold back smirks and send mocking glances across the table at each other was not exactly what you had expected.

To be fair, it wasn't all The Avengers making fun. At the head of the table, Steve Rogers watched with curiosity, although he was sure his expression read as neutral. Sam Wilson took the seat closest to you, asking the same question phrased multiple ways.

"So, a witch witch?" "Is it more Sabrina or Charmed?" "Really just making a potion, huh? Like a real life witch…"

He broke the tension, which would have been otherwise unbearable.

Tony Stark, Clint Wilson, and James 'Rhodey' Rhodes had been reduced to acting like teenagers at the mere suggestion of brewing a potion. You'd been hoping for a different audience. Specifically, Wanda Maximoff. She would have believed you. Alas, you had not been gifted your choice in company.

"Alright, Broom-hilda, show us what 'cha got," Tony said, growing impatient.

"Do we really have to drink that?" Clint added, peering into the bowl you'd been mixing things in. "Won't turn our skin purple? Grow an extra limb?"

Rolling your eyes, you held up a plant. "Magnolia, for perseverance. Or, add the petals to a salad for a bit of extra colour," you explained in your best infomercial voice.

Sam snorted, then began to poke around the rest of the ingredients. "What’re the orange ones for?"

"That's nasturtium. For conquest."

When you'd finished the mix, you let it cook over a small, portable heat pad. Modern witch, and all that. Hot off the stove, you poured the liquid into a collection of small, glass bottles.

"Let it cool, cork them, then drink it when you need it," you announced, matter-of-factly.

When Natasha Romanoff had exhausted all of her routes of gathering information, returning with only your name, everyone was close to admitting defeat. The battle was lost, surely, if a witch's potion was the only hope… But Steve wasn't in the business of giving up. He sent Sam to bring you to the compound.

Steve explained that they had located a source of power. Ancient, unstable, highly sought-after power. And even with all their superhuman strength and superhuman speed and superhuman everything, they couldn't get to it. Maybe, though, with what was best described as a performance-enhancing-witchy-substance, they had a fighting chance.

The room looked over the bottles.

"How do we know if it'll work?" Sam asked, picking one up and inspecting it.

"We don't," Tony answered. It was less an attack than a statement of unfortunate fact.

"You'll just have to trust me."

Sam nodded, and watched as you pulled a sprig of yarrow and put it into his bottle.

"Yarrow, for healing," you told him.

"Yeah, ah… Can I grab some of that too?" Rhodey asked. "Falc ain't the only brother without super healing."

 …

"No," 

"But-"

"No. I'm not gonna be a magical drug dealer to-" but Sam cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"Y/N, Y/N, you got it all wrong! I don't want that nasty nasturtium stuff. Nah, I'm thinking… truth serum?"

"Truth serum," you repeated deadpan.

"Yeah, nightshade," he says nodded and wriggling his eyebrows. He was doing his best 'good kid does extra credit' impression.

"You googling 'truth plant' isn't impressive," you said. That elicited a snort from Sam's companion.

Standing next to him, silent and appearing impatient, Bucky Barnes crossed his arms over his chest. But the snort had dragged him into the conversation.

"And what do you want?" you asked him.

"What?"

"Love spell. Vampire tracker. Or just an easy bottle of truth serum too?"

Bucky blinked at you, then slowly shook his head. "I've had enough serums to last me a lifetime… I'm just here 'cause Steve said you'd kick his ass before you gave him any…magic or whatever," he answered, motioning to Sam.

"So Rogers got all the trio's brains, huh?"

Sam and Bucky frowned in unison.

"Look, we normally just use Nat for this kind of thing. But our guy ain't talking, and we need the information," Sam tried again. "She's out of town, and Wanda's taking a break from getting in people's heads."

Being called in to brew superhero steroids as a once off was one thing… Having the Falcon and the Winter Soldier show up on your doorstep at 11:00 pm was another. However, the men looked desperate.

Sighing, you looked at them. "Fine. Come in. I might be able to help." 

You lead the men through your living room, overlooked by a small kitchen. Their faces told you a lot. "You were expecting a magic cave? Portal to a hut in the middle of a forest?"

"Yeah, kinda," Sam replied, casually shrugging.

"Do you live in a nest?" you asked him.

Bucky chuckled.

"Alright, I get it. The witch thing isn't always literal."

But that's when you pulled a dark purple velvet curtain back, revealing a room you referred to as your office.

"Woah," Bucky whispered to himself.

"Now, see, this is what I'm talking 'bout!" Sam exclaimed, looking around the room in awe.

The small, windowless room was framed by floor to ceiling bookshelves on three of the walls. Stuck between books were trinkets and oddities. Against the fourth wall was a table covered in dried herbs, potted plants, and other things neither Sam nor Bucky could identify.

"Sit," you instructed, pointing to the round table in the centre of the room. There were scorch marks and deep gashed in the wood grain. Bucky traced them with his right hand.

As they pulled out chairs and sat, Sam pointed, "Is that a microwave?"

"For heating potions… and hot pockets," you explained. "So, how much can you tell me?"

"Officially - nothing. Unofficially - your magic juice helped save the world a month ago, so, whatever you need to know," Sam answered.

"Okay. And, none of those C.I.A. psychotropic L.S.D. drugs are real? No secret truth serums invented by Bruce Banner?" you asked, more out of interest than need-to-know.

"If they do, they ain't telling us," Sam said. 

He explained that they had a man in custody. The man knew a date and a location, but he wasn’t cracking in interrogation and time was running out.

"Sounds very spy T.V. dramatic," you mused.

"But it's real life," Bucky said.

"Yeah," you replied, looking at him and his serious expression. "Okay, so what's meant to happen? On the date or whatever?"

"You'll sleep better not knowing that," from Bucky, his expression remaining the same.

You trusted him to gauge what you should and should not know. Nodding, you turned around and began to look for the things you needed. The men watched, leaning over the table when you put things on it.

"I don't do magic on other people. It's a line we don't cross. So, no truth serum. What I can do is try to pull the information you need from somewhere else. Bring it here," you told him.

When you joined them at the table you smiled at their matching faces; furrowed brows and darkened eyes.

"You're sure he knows what you need to know?" you asked. They nodded. "Do you have anything of his?" Sam frowned, shook his head.

Bucky thought for a second, then pulled a knife out of somewhere. "Haven't cleaned this yet. Might still have some of his blood on it,"

"Disturbing, but okay," you said, taking the knife and putting it in the wooden bowl in front of you.

The room went silent as you picked white chrysanthemum petals off a fresh stem and dropped them into the bowl. Begonias followed, then basil. Truth. Knowledge. Success.

"One of you has to be the vessel,"

"The vessel?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. The information needs to go to someone. It can't be me,"

"I'll do it," Bucky offered.

For a second you hesitated, wondering how white magic would work through someone with so much darkness in their past. But that was just it - it was the past.

"You need to wear this," you said, handing him a crown made of blackthorn plant. "It's like, a filter. Brings in good luck, and lets the universe know you're working for good."

Bucky looked at the thing in his hands, slowly putting it on his head.

"Suits you, man," Sam said, smirking. Bucky just shot him a look.

They fell silent again, watching you carefully place a few more things in the bowl before filling it with a liquid poured from a glass jar that looked like it once held pasta sauce. Everything sat swimming but still until you placed a hand either side of the bowl, then it started to simmer. It bubbled and popped and seemed to quickly reduce down, evaporating faster than it scientifically should have. Soon, all that was left was about shot glass worth of black, thick syrupy liquid.

"Where's my knife?" Bucky asked.

"Gone," you replied as you poured the potion into a cup. You handed it to Bucky and he looked at you apprehensively. "Drink it and focus on what you want to know… Think about the guy. And, think about what happens if you don't find out what he knows. Think about it so hard that it hurts."

Bucky nodded slowly but shot the liquid quickly. At first, he just sat there, almost like he was stunned.

"How long-" Sam went to ask, but you shushed him.

Suddenly, Bucky pushed back from the table, standing up and sending his chair flying. Sam followed, holding his arms out like he expected Bucky to fall.

"It's okay," you told Sam. "He's okay."

Bucky's eyes were shut tight, and he held his head, fingers curling around his blackthorn crown. He began to breathe heavily, mouth open.

"Is he gonna spew?!" Sam shrieked in a high-pitched voice.

Taking the empty wooden bowl with you, you stood and moved to Bucky. He went still and mimicked your exact movements of slowly lowering yourself to the ground and kneeling. Sam didn't understand how Bucky knew what to do; you'd not uttered a command.

You placed the bowl between you and Bucky. He leaned over it, and began to cough and pull something from his mouth. It was impossibly long, coming from somewhere deep inside him. He pulled and pulled, letting it slop into the bowl. When it was all out, he spat, then seemingly woke up, falling on his butt and backing away from the bowl.

"What the fuck," he said between heavy breaths.

Sam and Bucky watched you look through the muck and gunk in the bowl, no hesitation to your movement.

"What is that?" Sam asked, truly disgusted. 

You looked over to Bucky, who was looking at the thing intently. He scrambled back over and took it from you. "I know…" he started, looking up at Sam. "I know… everything.”

 …

 You had dropped cutlery three times, but when it was almost midnight and no company had come, you were getting restless. In your office, sat at the table, you shuffled a deck and laid out cards.

The Hanged Man. The Hermit. The Hierophant, reversed. The Lovers.

Then, 11.11 and a soft knock on the door.

Bucky Barnes looked sleep deprived but somehow hopeful.

"I thought I might see you tonight," you told him, opening the door and letting him through. "Were you right? About the date and place?"

"Yes," he said, coming to stand in your living room.

"Good. What do Earth's Mightiest Heroes need now then?"

Bucky looked around. "Do you have any pets?" he asked.

"No. Do you?"

"A cat. Alpine... Thought you'd have one… black cat or something." He wasn't teasing, like Sam had.

"Black cat? Thought you guys were the ones with a black cat?"

Bucky grinned. "Funny. You're funny,"

"Thanks… You're not here for them then,"

"No," he said, walking over to the window where plants were everywhere. "Do you use all of these? For your magic?"

"Most of them, yeah. Like, these ones…" You moved to stand next to him. "They give strength,"

"Snapdragons," Bucky identified.

"Yep. And… Vervain are protective in nature, especially from enchantment." You picked a sprig of the purple plant, threaded it through Bucky's hair, behind his ear.

"What about nightmares? What helps with those?" he asked earnestly.

The room was illuminated by candlelight. A soft orangy glow lit up half his fast, casting the other half into shadow. You turned to him and cupped his face in your hands.

"A tired soldier… Sing him to sleep… A tired soldier… The devil's to keep," you sung gently, running your thumbs along his cheeks. "Sit. I'll brew you tea,"

"Tea?" Bucky asked, a little hesitant to be out of your hands.

"Magic tea," you clarified, rolling your eyes.

Elderflower for compassion and sweet-brier petals for healing. A little poppy and chamomile, and other secrets kept in your family for generations. A dash of Indian jasmine to finish. It glimmered as you swirled it in the teacup.

Bucky was on the couch, sitting up too straight.

"Take your boots off. Lay down," you instructed. He went to protest, probably say you didn't need to put that much effort in. "Please," you said, stopping the protest. "Let me do this."

Bucky followed your commands and took the teacup when offered. He skulled it like a frat boy in a bar trying to impress his mates.

"Now close your eyes. Sleep," you said, taking the empty cup from him.

Kneeling next to the couch, you softly ran your fingers through Bucky's hair and waited until he fell asleep before you moved to your own bed.

He was gone when you woke up.

 …

 "What? No broomstick?" called the unmistakable voice of Sam Wilson.

Standing at the open boot of your car, you looked up and watched him approach, Bucky trailing behind, hands shoved in his pockets.

"You stalking me now?" you asked, clocking the bunch of flowers in Sam's hands.

"Nope. Just waiting for you. Weren't home and we wanted to drop off a thank you, for the helping last week," he said, holding out the bouquet to you.

"So, the information was good?" you asked, pretending Bucky hadn't already confirmed it to you. His late night visit to you a few nights before was obviously not something he'd shared with his friends.

"It was good. You do good work,"

"Thanks," you said dubiously, but taking the flowers.

"We picked those out especially. This one is a gerball-"

"Gerbera," Bucky correct.

"Means 'you are the sunshine of my life' and this one is an orchid, for beauty," Sam rattled off.

"What about this one?" you asked, pointing to the yellow agrimony.

"Buck picked that one. What's it mean?" Sam asked, looking over to Bucky. Bucky was leaning against your car casually. He shrugged, pretended to not know agrimony was the gratitude plant.

"They're beautiful. You didn't have to," you told them, putting the flowers in one of the boxes in the boot of your car.

"You need a hand?" Sam asked, not waiting for a response. He swooped in and collected one of the heavy boxes. Bucky followed, picking up the other.

"Ah… sure…"

You let them carry your things inside, put them on the kitchen bench.

"More witch stuff? Eye of newt? That kind of thing?" Sam asked.

"If microwave popcorn and frozen lasagna is witchy, then ya got me," you laughed. "You're gonna be disappointed if you keep thinking like that, Sam,"

"You say that but I've seen behind the curtain. You're definitely witchy enough,"

"Yeah, yeah… So what do you want? You didn't just come to give me flowers," you asked, launching yourself backwards and up to sit on the bench.

You glanced over at Bucky, who was back over at the window and the plants. Sam clocked you looking, but filed that away.

"We've got an offer for you,"

"When you say 'we,' who exactly do you mean?"

"Us! The Avengers! Superheros!" Sam said, chest puffed out.

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Nope,"

"You haven't even heard-"

"No. I'm happy doing what I do," you told him.

"I told you," Bucky chimed in, stopping at a gloxinia, something about its prettiness resonating with him. "What's this one mean?"

"Love at first sight," you said, biting your lip to hide a smile.

"Whatever you do doesn't come with the perks we have," Sam persisted.

"Also doesn't come with anonymity I kinda like,"

"Alright. I tried. Can't promise we won't be back for more help though. Like I said, you do good work... So, this lasagna. Fresh?"

…

 "Well, if it isn't Broom-hilda," Tony said, arms open.

"I hope you're not expecting a hug," you replied, holding your own arms around yourself. Bucky snorted from next to you.

"Brumhilda?! A name derived from Brunnhilde, no doubt. I have a friend named-"

"Yeah, now's not the time for Asgardian tales," Tony interrupted a seemingly very excited Thor.

"Her name's Y/N," Bucky said to Thor.

Thor looked back and forth between Tony and you. "He thinks it's funny," you explained.

"It is. And I am," Tony argued.

You sighed, sat down in one of the conference room's chairs and began to slowly spin on it. "So, what am I doing here?"

When Sam and Bucky knocked on your door before the sun had a chance to rise and shine that morning, you knew it was going to be hard to say no to them. They both looked upset, and Sam was even free from his usual quips. As soon as you saw their faces, you began to nod. "Let me get dressed. I'll come," you whispered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Bucky pulled up a seat next to you, the rest of the room taking the cue and finding their spots around the large table. You recognised everyone, having met most of them. Clint and Rhodey nodded politely in your direction.

"Y/N," Steve greeted, sitting next to Bucky. "Good to see you. Heard these punks have been harassing ya?"

"Nothing she can't handle," Sam cut in, sitting on your other side.

"Truly sorry for them," Steve said, grinning.

You shrugged, looking at Bucky. "They're alright."

Tony cleared his throat. "Whole team isn't here yet, but they're coming… We're going to need all the help we can get."

 ...

 "There's too many of them!” 

"At least they're not evil flying robots!"

"Hey! I said I was sorry!"

"Cap, we've got to try somethin' else. Bullets ain't doin' shit."

"Wanda? Can you-"

"On it."

"Do you need me to go big? 'Cause I'll go big."

"Yes! Mr. Stark, can he go big?!"

From your hidden vantage point higher up the mountain, you watched the battle play out in front of you. Through the earpiece you listened to The Avengers et. al. try to work out what to do. It was true - they were severely outnumbered. The situation was going from bad to worse.

"Jesus!" you yelped as someone almost body-slammed themselves next to you.

"Sorry. Checkin' you're still here,"

"Where else would I be?"

Bucky shrugged, reloaded.

"What are they, Buck? I know a lot about a lot, but I've never seen anything like them."

You took another look through the M22 field binoculars you'd been issued. The monsters didn't look entirely… natural. Maybe, like many creatures of the world, they were made in a lab. They were men pulled apart, stitched back together with pieces of dog and wolf. Their claws ripped through protective gear and flesh like it was nothing, and they could communicate by wordless sound. It was almost howling, but more guttural and less fluid.

"They all look the same," you said.

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, noticed that too. Exactly the same,"

"Exactly? Up close? Even the human parts?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked at you. "Yep. Clones. What're you thinkin'?"

"Clones..? Um, I don't know… I just… If I can figure out what they are then I can figure out how to help."

Sam dropped down on the other side of you, his wings damaged. He ripped the pack off his back and began to try to repair them. "If I knew we were gonna be out here fightin' fucking werewolves I would've packed the silverware instead of the vibranium."

"Werewolves?" you asked, pulling a small silk pouch from your bag. "Here. Use this to stick them back together,"

"Stick it back together? Y/N. Can't just glue an EXO back together-"

"It's not glue, Sam. It's bumblebee orchid, oak leaf, protea, and a bunch of other things you don't wanna know about," you explained.

"You really questioning her magic? Use her glue,” Bucky ordered. 

Sam huffed but complied. And abracadabra, your witchy sticky goop held his wings together stronger than they were before.

Bucky and Sam stood up, reloaded and ready to rejoin the fight.

"Wait!" you called, suddenly having a thought. "What if they really are werewolves?"

"What?" Sam said.

"Weirder things have happened, right? Werewolves are real. So maybe…" Your voice trailed off as you tipped the entire contents of your bag onto the forest floor.

"Y/N, we don't have time-"

"Gimme a second. I know I have it here,"

"Have what?" Bucky asked, kneeling down and studying the contents of your bag too.

"Aconitum extract… in a bottle… Here!"

"Aconitum?" Sam asked confused and growing impatient.

"Monkshood. Um, wolfsbane. Bucky, are we too far up for you to get one?"

Bucky took your M22s and assessed. "No. Nah, I can get one,"

"Gimme a bullet."

Sam and Bucky watched you dip the bullet in aconitum while uttering any and every luck enchantment you could think of. Bucky loaded his M249 SAW, steadied himself and fired.

The monster went down.

All three of you held your breath and waited. Through the M22s you watched Steve approach the body, check it.

"It's… dead…" came through the comms.

 …

 It had been two weeks since the army of hybrid werewolf clones, so two weeks since you'd last seen Bucky. It had taken days to kill them all. You had to be flown out to find more aconitum extract. From the lab at the compound you were able to work with Bruce Banner to find better ways of delivering the wolfsbane to the clones. Once you had it, it was all over for those motherfuckers.

When everyone else arrived back at the compound, they were exhausted, covered in the thick ash generated by the massive fires it took to burn all the bodies. Bucky was so tired he could hardly keep his eyes open, but he mustered the energy to offer to drive you back home to New York City himself. You just sent him off to shower and bed, taking Tony's offer of a ride with one of his minions.

It had been two weeks, then a dream, a vivid and hazy dream. A white cat brought you orange blossoms, carrying a branch in his mouth. "Do you want me to plant this?" you asked the cat, and you knew he would say yes if it could speak. He watched you tend to the blossom, then he disappeared through an open window. You could feel the cool breeze against your skin, felt your hair move.

When you woke, it didn't surprise you to find Bucky sitting next to your bed, back to it and legs stretched out in front of him. The window was open, letting in an unseasonably warm morning zephyr.

"I just had a dream about you," you whispered, ruffling his hair.

Bucky looked up at you. He seemed sad. "Good dream or bad dream?"

"Good. Always good."

He nodded, trying for a small smile. "The fern… It meant I could come in, right?"

"Glad you got the message," you answered. Out on the sills of all your windows, you left ferns. They meant a lot of things - fascination, magic, enchantment, sincerity, and shelter - and you'd told Bucky they were his plant, back when he and Sam came to offer you a job with The Avengers. At the entry points to your home, they were an open invitation for him, a coded welcome mat.

"Didn't want to wake you," Bucky said.

"I'm awake now. What do you need?"

He thought for a moment. He needed a lot of things, many of which you could definitely provide. "Tea? Thought maybe you could mix some for me to take home. Maybe give to the others,"

"I can do one better than that. I can make everyone their own blend. It will be fun. Come on. I'll teach you how," you said, pulling the blankets away and getting out of bed.

Bucky stood, looking a little alarmed. "You don't have to-"

"I know, Buck. But I want to. Come on."

It took all day, but eventually you had packaged up individual tea blends for everyone. Bucky got a stash of his special sleepy tea, and he already looked more rested with it in his possession. You walked him to the door sometime just before 5:00 pm.

"Thank you," he said, quiet and reflective.

"Easy. You're always welcome here. Sam - not so much. But you - always," you told him, leaning against the frame of your front door.

"Might take you up on that,"

"Please do," you said nodding.

Bucky smiled, went to leave, but turned back like he was going to say something. You stood straight, patient. His brain was ticking, thinking something over. Deciding. Then, he moved. Quickly, he stepped back and pressed a fast but soft kiss to your lips. He was gone, literally nowhere to be seen, before you had time to say or do anything.

 …

 The Hudson River sparkled under the sunset. Bucky watched the colours reflect the scene, like one of Steve's paintings. He was lost in a daydream when Sam nudged him.

"Where you at, man?" he asked.

Bucky looked over at Sam and Steve, who were both eyeing him off suspiciously. They'd carried a couple of couches to the roof. Stolen Clint's beer and set up shop for the night. Pizza was on its way.

"What?" Bucky asked.

"You were thinking about her again, huh?" Steve guessed.

Bucky looked back at the river, ignored his friends. They laughed, returned to their conversation.

Later, when Sam had retired to his room, not able to superhuman heat himself, Steve moved over to lounge next to Bucky. He rested his head on Bucky's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"You really like her, don't you?"

"I think I love her," Bucky replied.

Steve laughed at the speed of the response. "I think you might too. All those girls before, and you never really loved any of them... Guess you stuck around to meet her,"

"Seems that way,"

"You gonna do anything about it?" Steve asked.

"Yeah… It's gotta be good though," Bucky said, only then realising the depth of his feelings.

"Wouldn't wait too long, pal."

 ….

 Bucky took you up on your invitation, coming and going from your place frequently. Sometimes, you'd find fresh croissants left on your kitchen bench. Sometimes, you'd find him asleep on your couch. 

How much he needed from you varied, but how much he was willing to give seemed infinite. You had to proactively stop him from becoming some sort of amazing housekeeper slash meal provider.

After about a month, he settled enough to be able to just exist around you. He'd help you pick the right leaves for the teas you made people. He'd disappear into your bedroom when you had clients over, reading their cards while Bucky listened in like it was a television series. It was easy being around him, and you were ready to be patient for a lot longer, but fuck were you itching for more.

The kissing was sweet, but very often brief. Bucky caught your lips in the moments between your magic and his profound awe. You did what you could to encourage him, but knew the ball was well and truly in his court. So, when he ushered you outside one sunny morning, you didn't really have much expectation.

"I thought you'd never ask," you said, face lighting up when you saw Bucky's bike out the front of your place. New York City was buzzing around you, but as soon as you watched him get on and hand you a helmet, you'd never craved the open road more.

All the other times you'd been to The Avengers compound, you'd traveled by air. It was quick. The ride took longer but it was so much better. Having your arms wrapped around Bucky, the feeling of the bike rumbling under you, it was something new, which was all sorts of remarkable. Being magic sapped a lot of the wonder from the world, ironically. Bucky was bringing it back.

At the compound, Bucky took your hand and lead you around the side, not going in. "I've, ah, got something for you," he said.

"You sound nervous,"

"Yeah. If you could just cast up a little spell to get rid of that, it would be great," he said deadpan.

You laughed while looking around for clues to Bucky's surprise for you.

Rounding a corner, it came into view. A garden. A proper garden, complete with white picket fencing surrounding it. It was like something out of Practical Magic, and all your childhood dreams.

"What is this?"

"It's for you. A place you can grow whatever you need. Or want," Bucky said.

In a state of genuine shock, you let go of Bucky's hand and covered your mouth with yours. You had never seen anything more spectacular.

At the single entrance to the garden was an arch. Ivy and honeysuckle covered it completely, like they'd had a lot of time to grow. You pulled a flower from the arch, reaching up to find a full bloom. "Honeysuckle petals are edible," you said, reaching out to Bucky. He let you feed him the flower. "Sweet, like the perfume. They symbolism devotion, or being 'united in love.' Kinda like the ivy on it. Ivy symbolises attraction."

Bucky smiled wide, his eyes sparkling as he watched you walk further in. "We tried to make sections, you know, for the different plants. Like, this part here has sandy soil for the desert plants," he explained.

"We?"

"Got a lot of help from the others,"

"I'll have to thank them," you said.

There were veggie patches and small fruit trees. Almost half the garden was designated to all the types of plants Bucky had seen you use in potions and teas. Dog rose, blackthorn, rosemary, euphorbia, snowdrop flowers, bells of Ireland, and welcoming wisteria. The raised beds were overflowing with plants, just about ready to bloom in an explosion of colour.

"This… This is incredible,"

"Figured your apartment doesn't really have the space. And you're welcome here anytime,"

"I’ll wanna be here all the time." The garden was what your magical ancestors could have only dreamed of. "I don’t even know what to look at first,"

"Well, maybe that," Bucky said, pointing to a birdbath, where butterflies were hovering over the water. The best part though, was a small sign sticking out the ground next to it that read For Sam.

You laughed. "Oh my god,"

"He was so grumpy about it,"

"Shouldn't have named himself after a bird then," you reasoned.

Bucky nodded, grinning. "And we put that bench opposite so you could sit and watch them."

Your eyes were beginning to tear up, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of love and effort surrounding you. "Buck… I just can't…"

"Oh! And, one more thing. This was Wanda's idea. Come on."

Bucky took your hand and lead you through the garden to the back to where a weeping mulberry tree stood in the corner. He pushed through the soft branches, revealing the manicured underside. A green, little cave under the canopy held secret another wooden bench. Bucky sat down, otherwise he'd have to bend. It was the perfect height for you though, but you sat next to him anyway.

From under the mulberry tree you could see the rest of the garden. All the plants swayed in the warm breeze, and the flowers popped bright and happy.

"How long have you been working on this? Some of those are grown well in,"

"You don't need to know any of that. Takes away the magic, don't it?"

"You mean, a magician doesn't reveal his secrets and all that?" you asked.

Bucky shrugged and nodded, leaning back into the bench a little more and putting an arm around you. Snuggling into his side, you breathed out and just soaked it all in. Your mind was caught between racing with ideas of all the things you could do with the garden and plants, and totally turning to blissful mush.

"I know ya never wanted to work with us, but I'm glad Nat found you. Glad I met you," Bucky said, his voice back to being a little bit shaky, nervous. "You've made my life better, you know? Not just with the, the nightmares, but just… everything. You make everything better…"

You knew he wasn't finished, so you stayed quiet while he gathered his thoughts. In the meantime, you threaded your fingers through his, rubbed your thumb along the back of his hand.

"I used to be so good at this," he said, huffing a little.

It made you giggle. "Used to be good at what?" you asked knowingly, sitting up and looking at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Y/N! I'm tryna' tell you I'm sweet on you and you're gonna give me shit,"

"Yeah, I am. I'm also gonna give you shit about the phrase 'sweet on you' too," you replied, laughing.

Bucky smiled, watching you laugh, just happy you were happy. When you stopped, he sat up and used both hands to fold the hair behind your ears. Holding your face in his hands, he tried to not grin like an idiot. He couldn’t hide the smirk.

"I love you. I'm in love with you," he said, voice finally dead certain.

"Yeah, the garden was a bit of a giveaway," you replied, quickly adding, "And that's good. 'Cause I'm in love with you too. Very completely."

Bucky made the kind of expression you'd pull at a basket of mewing kittens, or a puppy tumbling across fresh cut lawn. It was very, very kissable. So, you did want any self-respecting witch would do. You kissed Bucky Barnes like your life depended on it in the secret mulberry tree cave he had made just for you.

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Love at first sight

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warning: Calling off a wedding, love at first sight.

Summary: you fall in love with the moment you see her.

A/n: they/them pronouns are used for the reader.

Your wedding was in a week. You were so nervous. You drowned yourself into wedding preparations. You were exhausted as fuck.

You were excited too. You were finally getting married to your 3 years of boyfriend. Finn. You were head over heels for him.

Your phone rang which was in the night stand.

It was your mom. You picked up.

"Did you go and see the florist?"

"No, but I'm going in…" you checked the clock freaking out seeing the time."10 mins. Gotta go. Bye."

You told the florist you hired that you would visit her shop and chose the flowers at 2:30pm and now it was 2:20.

You hurriedly changed your clothes and left. You reached the store 5 minutes late.

"I'm y/n. We talked on the phone yesterday about the wedding for my flowers. Shit i mean flowers for my wedding. I'm sorry I'm really nervous."

The florist laughed quietly.

"It's ok. People who come here are a lot more nervous than this. I'm Bianca."

You were exhausted when you were done with selecting the flowers.

Bianca handed you some gloxinia before you left. You stopped at Starbucks on your way home.

You brought y/s/o. Your body clashed with another body. A beautiful woman. You drink spilled all over you and her. The flowers in your hand fell down.

You bent to pick the flowers. She did too. Your forehead clashed.

"I'm sorry." You and her said it at the same time. You looked into her eyes and you knew your life was fucked. There were butterflies in your stomach. You dusted it off, it's just anxiety.

"I'm so sorry." You said trying to clean the drink off her shirt.

You both smiled. She picked up the gloxinia from the floor and handed it to you.

"I'm sorry about your drink. I didn't see you coming. Let me buy you another one."

"It's totally fine. The mistake is on me too. I should have seen where I'm going. I'm y/n by the way." You offered your hands to shake and she took it and shook it.

"I'm Natasha. And I really should buy you a drink."

"No it's fine."

After a few minutes of argument you agreed to her buying a drink.

When you were with her nothing else around you mattered. You felt a connection between you two. A connection you have never felt in your life.

"I'm getting married this Saturday."

"Oh that's great. Congratulations." Natasha was not happy to hear this news for some reason.

You talked with her for sometime. Natasha always stared at your lips when you were talking like she wanted to kiss it. You wanted to kiss her too but you can't. It was wrong. You were getting married to someone and you can't feel this way about someone else.

You two bounded together well. You both made this shop your meeting spot. You both only talked for 5 days and the connection grew bigger.

Your best friend Harriet was doing your makeup and you were having second thoughts about this wedding. After you met Natasha you realised something. You fell in love with her. It was love at first sight you could say. You would run away from this wedding if you knew she was feeling the same way about you.

Even Harriet would help you run away if they knew about this. They always had bad vibes about Finn. I mean Finn can be a little controlling sometimes but he is not as bad as they think.

"Why do I get the feeling that you wanna run away from this wedding?"

"Maybe because I do."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yes. I'm serious. I met a girl a few days ago and I fell in love with her. But I can't leave Finn. Not now. And I'm not even sure if she loves me back."

"Hold up. You met a girl and I didn't know about it. You can run away if you want, I can help."

*Meanwhile in the Avengers tower*

"I'm going to Starbucks. I have a feeling they would come there." Natasha said.

"What if she doesn't?" Steve asked.

"I've never seen you this soft. You are whipped." Sam said.

"Shut up, Sam. I'm pretty sure they would ditch their wedding and come there."

"Then we are coming too. We will sit in a corner making no noises. We want to see them. The person who melted the cold heart of Natasha in just 5 days."

"Do whatever you guys want."

*Back to your wedding.*

Harriet said they would be waiting outside in a car If you ever change your mind.

You walked down the aisle with your father by your side. You looked at Finn. He looked so happy that he was getting married to you.

What if Natasha is waiting for me in Starbucks hoping I would come? You thought

Natasha. Natasha. Natasha. Natasha. Natasha. Natasha. Natasha. Natasha. Her name was echoing in your head.

You dropped your father's hand and the wedding bouquet.

"I'm so sorry. I'm calling off the wedding. I'm sorry, Finn. I don't think I love you. I think I'm in love with someone else."

"What?" The whole crowd was shocked. Everyone was whispering things.

You ran out of the venue where Harriet was waiting with their car.

"I called it off."

Harriet drove the car as fast as she could.

You rushed inside the shop in your wedding outfits. Your eyes searching for Natasha. You finally spotted her as her eyes spotted yours.

You walked to her table she was sitting at. She was smiling. Happy that you came.

"I may sound stupid and reckless. I think I like you. In a romantic way." You started to ramble. "I felt a connection between us. It's okay if you don't feel the same way about me. I called off the wedding because I knew the feelings I have for you are true. But the feelings I had for Finn weren't…"

She kissed you on your lips to stop you from talking.

"I like you too. I might even call it love at first sight."

"the flowers I had in my hand the first time we met. Gloxinia represents love at first sight. I might call it love at first sight too."

You kissed her this time. Her lips were plump and soft. It felt so delicate. You both pulled away from the kiss smiling. You rested your forehead on hers.

Harriet and Natasha's friends were watching them in awe.

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A/n: Had a writer block and was kinda busy and not stressed but I'm back now. I know it was not that good.

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Also Kate can I request A Izuku X male Reader who has the Powers of Gloxinia and King from seven Deadly sins you know the Spear and Fairy race powers . But is also really bad at fighting hand to hand so bad that Minera could beat them with a punch should he manage to get close enough to and one day they get beat by a villain who has super speed who punch them before they could use their Power and Izuku did not want to be the I told you so guy but he had to be then they both got Martial arts lessons and it ends with just Fluff plus they beat the villain. Also can for the love of all that is good can the Male reader also heal all Might and be a transfer student from like America or Greece whichever one you want. Sorry if this is long.

Sorry for the long wait! Thank you for being patient! This one was super interesting to write for the quirk, so thank you for the cool idea! I hope you enjoy this.

Transfer students were pretty rare in Japan. Especially with the worldwide quirk. But there can be a special acceptance for the hero school, U.A.

A boy from Greece was transferred to U.A. A boy with an outstanding quirk. Everyone envied his power, but little did they know how weak he really was.

With the power of creating a spear out of his energy and the spear having many abilities, you'd think he was the next All Might. But that doesn't seem to be the case.

He wouldn't even lift a hand to a fly. And that was a problem for Aizawa, himself. He had to train him to become a hero, and to be a hero you had to fight. It didn't look good when even Mineta could beat him.

Luckily for (Y/N), Izuku was a friendly classmate. Izuku may not be as confident as any other hero or classmate, but he was willing to help out a friend. (Y/N) and Izuku quickly became friends, even hanging out after school sometimes.

One day, Izuku brought up a sensitive topic. "So, will you try to fight?" He gently asks his friend.

(Y/N) looked away instantly, afraid to even talk about his own weakness. "I... don't know." He mumbles.

"You want to be a hero, don't you?"

(Y/N) nodded, looking out to the crowd from where they sat in the mall. "Of course, I do... I just don't want to hurt someone with my quirk."

That's when Izuku smiled when he got an idea. "Then why not do martial arts? You won't have to fight with your quirk!"

Izuku and (Y/N) talked about the idea with positivity as they walked home. They were so distracted with talking, they didn't even notice a villain standing right in front of them.

Izuku was quick to notice right before a fist was heading his way. He quickly dodged the hit, jumping out of the way. But he instantly forgot about his friend. The villain collided his fist with (Y/N)'s face.

"Get out of my way, punks!" The villain yells, speeding past them and disappearing into the darkness of the streets.

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After that incident, Izuku and (Y/N) decided to do martial art lessons as fast as possible. (Y/N) was able to learn a few moves for protecting himself and others. He learned how to fight without his quirk.

Aizawa was surprised with the improvement, and really didn't mind (Y/N) not to use his quirk in fights. But he still had to learn how to use his quirk.

One of his spear abilities was healing. After a villain attack at U.A., (Y/N) and Recovery Girl were able to heal All Might, who somehow got hurt. All Might was impressed with (Y/N)'s training, as well.

Izuku kept being by his friend's side, doing martial arts and helping him learn how to use his quirk.

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           .🍑 Peaches 🍑.

Gloxinia x taller fairy reader ( flower soulmate au so no holy war or Ten Commandments)

Flower soulmate au explanation

Trigger warnings: being tied to a stick/kidnapped almost being roasted like a pig over a fire. Um death of the kidnappers

.            🍑 Peaches🍑

What had attracted the first fairy king out of his forest was quite odd. After all not many people would fly around for hours looking for the source of the peach scent like a mad man, but then again Gloxinia has years to spare hours are nothing.

After awhile he comes across a small isolated village where the permeating sweet scent of peaches becomes a rancid smell of sour and rotting peaches. Quickly he lands and begins to walk over to a building with smoke coming out of the chimney where the stench is the strongest. He gently knocks on the door and as a result the creaky door falls over with a loud thud causing him to cringe before looking up seeing a group of men around something or someone tied to a stick. He watches as the iridescent white wings struggle against the restraints.

“Who are you?” One of the taller men asks.

“I’m Gloxinia the fairy king. I just happened to notice that you have one of my people over there.” He says pointing at the woman being dangled above a fire.

“Sorry about that little buddy, but we’re going to have her for dinner and if you don’t leave you’ll be our side dish.” He says patting Gloxinia’s head as the heat rushes to Gloxinia’s head burning the man before taking his Spirit Spear and tying all the men together with thorny vines before leaving them to die.

Slowly he walks over to the stick your tied to. “Are you ok?” He asks examining you before he can untie you. You mange out a couple squeaks causing him to look up to see you gagged. “Oh.” He says removing the gag. “My wing is torn, and my foot is broken” He slowly begins to untie the rope after removing you from above the fire half expecting a chunk of wing to just fall off of the rope after all he’s never seen a torn wing he doesn’t know what to expect. His hand brushes your shoulder causing both of you to flinch at the sudden burning sensation.

“Oh there’s no wing chunks.” He says relived although that’s not exactly how it sounds.

“Did you want there to be chunks?”

“No!” He quickly shouts causing you to jump slightly.

“Um ok we can go to the forest, so my sister can help you.” You nod slightly.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N” you tell him as he helps you out the door. The skin contact making you heat up all though that may be from the fire.

“Where’d you live before?” Gloxinia asks after about an hour of sitting on what appears to be some type of giant bugs back.

“Originally with my parents near the fairy king forest and then I was taken by humans who sold me on the black market, and then I escaped and was caught!” His face softens slightly. “Oh well uhm sorry for asking?” He sounds unsure of if that’s the right thing to say.

“Anyways we’re here.” He says as the bug stops outside of a small clearing leading to a path in the forest.

“I can’t walk” you say looking down at him from the bugs back.

He flies back up quickly scooping you up bridal style and despite the usually cool temperatures of a fairies body you feel like your skin might actually melt off it feels even hotter than being dangled over the fire.

Suddenly a slightly smaller woman flies over to Gloxinia seeing as a random fairy is clinging onto the king like there life depends on it. Which it does seeing as your some miles above the forest floor can’t walk or fly to save yourself.

“Who is that?” She asks suddenly.

“Her name is Y/N. Y/N this is my sister Gerheade.” He says continuing to fly to the sacred tree.

He sets you down of a cot before pulling out his spirit spear and using the Moon rose droplet on your wing and leg.

“I’ll have Gerheade bring you up some clothes and help you get dressed as your wings will be sensitive… I suppose after that we can discuss your living arrangements. “He says leaving.

Shortly after Gerheade comes in with long prices of white fabric draped over her arms.

“Ok now lift your arms.” You do as instructed and she gasps as she removes your shirt.

“What” you ask confused.

“You have a soulmate?”

“No what are you talking about?” You say twisting to attempt to see what she’s talking about.

“Yes you do! The mark is a big Gloxinia flower spanning from your shoulder blade armpit region to down your back.” She explains moving you to a room with a tub.

“I’ll let you bath to see if maybe it’s just dirt.” And with that she leaves you to bathe though you can hear her knocking things over outside.

You quickly bathe calling her in to help you get dressed. “Why’s it see through?” You ask turning in the mirror.

“As your wings are still sensitive. Sheer fabric will be best because it’s the lightest. Not to worry that’s the only part that is sheer.” You nod allowing her to finish. Your quickly taken to where Gloxinia is to see his back facing you and Gerheade. He turns when he hears the floor creak under both of your weights.

“Brother!” She screech’s.

“What?” He asks panicking.

“You have a peach blossom soulmate marking!”

He looks down at his whole arm covered in the peach blossom marking with one smaller one on his other wrist.

“Oh.” He says looking down.

You hiccup and pull a small peach blossom off of your tongue causing the two of them to stare wide eyed at the spit covered peach blossom dangling from your hand. You cough again yet this time it’s a whole Gloxinia flower coming up.

“Do you have something I can throw these in?” They state at you dumb founded at your obliviousness.

“Oh” you say softly connecting the dots. Gerheade leaves giving you two some time to discuss the spit covered flowers.

As soon as the door shuts he runs towards you hugging you tightly.

“Hello” you say softly into his hair, embracing the warm homely feeling of your soulmate.

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A/n the first time I wrote soulmate it corrected to soup mate.

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Everything I will write

This will just be going through what I will/won't write, the fandoms I will write for, and characters from said fandoms I will write for. This will be changed as I become more comfortable with things, get better at writing, watch new shows, and finish the ones I'm on. Please respect what makes me uncomfortable. If something isn't on the list feel free to ask if I will write it. If anything makes no sense feel free to ask.

What I will write:

💜 Fluff

💜 Angst With Happy Ending

💜 Mentions of Abuse, Depression, And Anxiety (trigger warnings will be placed)

💜 Character X Reader

💜 Headcanons

💜 Imagines

💜 LGBTQ+ Content (These requests will take longer for research purposes)

💜 GIF Imagines

💜 Matchups

💜 Cross-Overs

What I won't write:

💔 Angst Without Happy Ending

💔 Heavy Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, And Bullying.

💔 NSFW (Don't Request It. I am a minor)

💔 Character X Character

💔 OC X Character

💔 Mentions of Non-Con

💔 Suicide and Self-Harm

💔 Mental Illnesses (I can't portray them properly)

💔 Oneshots

💔 Anything involving religion

💔 Yandere Things

💔 Pregnancy, Children

💔 Polyamory

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My Fandoms + Character I will/won't write for:

✅ Hanako-kun, Yashiro Nene, Minamoto Kou, Nanamine Sakura, Mitsuba Sousuke

❎ Yugi Tsukasa, Akane Aoi, Aoi Akane, Tsuchigomori, Minamoto Teru, Hyuuga Natsuhiko

✅ Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochaco, Jiro Kyoko, Yaoyorozu Momo, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hado, Mirio Togata, Toga Himiko

❎ Aoyama Yuga, Ojiro Mashiro, Sato Rikido, Koda Koji, Shoji Mezo, Sero Hanata, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hagakure Toru, Mineta Minoru

✅ Fujioka Haruhi, Suoh Tamaki, Ootori Kyoya, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Honey, Mori

❎ Basically Anyone Else

✅ Miia, Papi, Centorea Shianus, Meroune "Mero" Lorelei, Suu, Rachnera Arachnera, Zombina, Dopple, Manako, Tionishia

❎ Kimihito Kurusu, Lala, Ms. Smith, Polt

✅ Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri, Toko Fukawa, Genocider Syo, Aoi Asahina, Sayaka Maizono, Leon Kuwata, Chihiro Fujisaki, Mondo Owada, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Celestia Ludenburg, Sakura Oogami, Mukuro Ikusaba, Hajime Hinata, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Akane Owari, Sonia Nevermind, Kazuichi Souda, Mahiru Koizumi, Peko Pekoyama, Ibuki Mioda, Mikan Tsumiki, Gundham Tanaka, Nagito Komaeda, Chiaki Nanami, Shuichi Saihara, Himiko Yumeno, Maki Harukawa, Rantaro Amami, Kaede Akamatsu, Kirumi Tojo, Angie Yonaga, Tenko Chabashira, Miu Iruma, Gonta Gokuhara, Kokichi Ouma, Kaito Momota, Kiibo

❎ Byakuya Togami, Hifumi Yamada, Yasuhiro Hagakure Junko Enoshima, Byakuya Twogami, Teruteru Hanamura, Hiyoko Saionji, Nekomaru Nedai, Tsumugi Shirogane

✅ Yumeko Jabami, Mary Saotome, Midari Ikishima, Yumemi Yumemite, Itsuki Sumeragi

❎ Runa Yomozuki, Kirari Momobami, Ririka Momobami

✅ Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Nezuko Kamado, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho

❎ Muzan Kibutsuji, Tamayo, Yushiro, Giyu Tomioka, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku

✅ Meliodas, Diane, Ban, King, Gowther, Merlin, Elizabeth, Derieri, Gloxinia, Melascula, Zeldris

❎ Escanor, Drole, Estarossa, Fraudrin, Galand, Grayroad, Monspeet

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Rules:

⭐ A limit of 5 characters (If they are part of a group, I may make an exception)

⭐ By cross-over I do not mean two characters from different worlds meeting (ex: Yumeko Jabami meeting Celestia Ludenberg) I mean concepts from one universe crossing over to another (ex: Y/N transfers from Hyakkaou Private Academy to Ouran High School, and struggles with the shift between environments)

⭐ I will mostly be writing gender nuetral readers so it's open for people of all genders, but upon request I may do specific genders.

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⭐ I do not tolerate racism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia or anything like that. I want everyone to feel at home on my account so I will not tolerate slander upon any minority.

⭐ If you make a request be patient. It will take me a while to write something, so please wait I'll try to get something out in at max a week. So please don't bombard me with DM's about how long I'm taking.

⭐ Chances are there will be spoilers for every fandom mentioned so just be aware.

⭐ Please request in English. I don't speak any other language.

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𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝟕 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐦, 𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥! 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

The current fairy king, also the sin of sloth, was always lazing around on his Chastiefol, which would take the form of a pillow whenever he was not in need of a battle or rush. Although looking like a hopeless guy that wasn't able to get anything done because he was always sleeping, he was also caring; that's what you liked best about him.

King had been on top of the Boar Hat's roof, Oslo originally beside him for a while before you had come outside. You found him sleeping with the pillow hugged to his chest, which was pretty normal.. yet you always found it a little cute...

He was quick to fidget out of his sleep, sitting up and finding you standing on the roof in front of him, looking down at him.

"AH- (Y/N)," You watched him jump a bit at the sight of you staring down at him, your face had a almost serious expression but was cut off by the small laugh that came out to finding him so startled.

"sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You spoke while taking a seat beside your significant other, taking notice at how he smiled when he took his breath and finally realized it had just been you this whole time.. nothing to worry about.

"No no, don't worry about it! I was just caught off guard." King waved his hands up in protest for a second while he turned his body to you. He jumped a bit, looking around the Boar Hat outside while he spoke: "Hey, weren't you hanging out with the others?"

"Oh, they're just drinking inside. I'm surprised you didn't come inside to join us." You spoke while your face rested against your knuckles, your arm propped up on your knee. You gave him a small look of suspicion, your eyebrow raised.. a feeling came up that he had been trying to avoid you but it wasn't likely.

"..Oh, I was just tired. Besides we drink everyday anyways, so it wouldn't matter if I don't show up once." He spoke with a sigh following, not out of disappointment or disagreement to the idea but just being pretty used to the antics of his friends... "Was there.. any other reason you came out here?"

You gave a bit of a surprised look at the question, before looking forward, your chin in the palm of your hands as you thought of what to say. King just stared at you, your expression looked.. bored. "..no real reason to be honest."

He took another exhale of some sort of relief at your answer before tilting his head slightly at you, resting his hands onto the pillow he was hugging onto. His eyes stared at you; in the silence he spoke up again, not being hundred percent convinced your answer was true. "..I know you, the others are being loud and everything so why would you come out here to sit with me in silence..? You clearly want something or something's on your mind." King sighed, a small look of disappointment that you weren't being honest with him.

Slowly turning to look at him, the expression was unreadable as you stared. You pulled your head away from your hand, placing it on your lap. "..can I.. sleep beside you..?" You asked with your ears a bit tinted with red. You felt a bit awkward asking the question, even if you guys were already in a relationship you both never knew when to make a move it seemed like.

The way you ears were tinted red didn't go unnoticed by him, making him feel a small sense of fluster for a second.. But he was quick to try to keep up his more lazy vibe, a small smile being brought to his face once again before responding with a small laugh.

"You don't really have to ask me, y'know? You can use my pillow if you want, I'm not gonna tell you no."

...

'USE THE PILLOW? YOU'RE SUCH A MORON?! HOW STUPID MUST I BE!! THEY OBVIOUSLY WANTED TO SLEEP BESIDE YOU!! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY YES?!! IDIOT IDIOT!!'

...

As King gestured with a smile to you, handing his pillow over and watching as you'd hug it to your chest, he was beating himself up inside. Despite his internal yells, he didn't make a comment, he kept his smile and stayed silent, watching over you while you decided how to go about using it. He did however feel a little disappointment..

While taking the Chastiefol with a smile on your face, you hugged the pillow to your chest. It was definitely nice to hold, fluff and cushiony. Slowly, you laid your head on Kings shoulder.

King stayed still while you slowly pushed yourself against him, laying onto him. His eyes widened a slight bit at the suddenness of your action.. he was definitely flustered at the moment, but he didn't want to show it, to not ruin it.

"U-Uhm, comfy..?" He spoke as his eyes darted to the side away from you with a small stutter due to not really expecting the action.

"mhmm.." a hum left your lips while pressing your cheek onto his shoulder. Your eyes were shut, if you listened close enough you could definitely tell his heart was beating quickly. ".. you're such an idiot." You spoke with a small chuckle leaving your mouth.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐦

Helbram would walk around, the arm of his human form would move heavily against the ground as he slowly carried his feet. He felt tired and restless, blood on his hands carried more then he'd ever want to admit hundred years ago.

Slowly, he pulled his helmet off, revealing his dead yet tired expression as he transformed back into his fairy state. He sighed, his back ached.

Helbram was slow to fly up and lay on his chest on a sturdy tree, his wings in the air as they spread apart and felt the air move against them. He was slow to shut his eyes before his ears twitched at the sound of movement near him.

Quickly, he flinched up to look at his surroundings only to notice a certain pair of wings he knew very well, his eyes were quick to focus on their face. "(Y/N)"

How long has it been when they met? He couldn't remember.. They always had this.. ability to just ease his tension, even if it meant being miles apart, whenever they popped up his head he felt easier.

"What are you doing here?" He spoke, quick to levitate down from the tree to where you stood, face-to-face with you as he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression was tired.. you could see the eye bags underneath his eyes.

"..I would ask the same thing to you too.. but," you paused, not wanting to think of what he was doing out here... After all, there was definitely a village cleaned out nearby. ".. nevermind."

He didn't say anything, turning his head away. Helbram wasn't one to push people away easily, in the past at least, but he couldn't bring himself to be near you.. especially with what he's become into. "You should go home."

"but I just got here." You spoke with a small smile, your arms waved in the air as you tried to express your sympathy with a bit of liveliness.

".. exactly." He sighed with a head shake and small chuckle, his voice tired as well.

You didn't turn away from him, just staring up before you sat down on the grass, your back against the sturdy tree while leaves fell down upon the both of you. "..tired?"

"..yeah."

You chuckled while holding a hand out to him, which made him flinch a bit. "C'mon, just lay down.."

Helbram stared down at you from where he stood in the air, his eyebrow raised as he smiled at the gesture.. feeling a bit taken back yet amused. "Seriously?"

"at least for five minutes. That wouldn't kill you." You spoke with an eyeroll, playful yet serious now as you looked up at him, upset.

...

Helbram sighed out, ".. you're an idiot.." he spoke while sitting down the grass in front of you, slowly laying down again you. His arms were wrapped around your body slowly with his chin on your chest. He looked up at you only to feeling his face burn slightly and hide his face against your skin.

"I know." You spoke with a empathetic smile, looking down at the poor fairy while one arm would brush up against his back, rubbing him slowly to ease the tension and the other brushed through his hair. "..please rest, you need it.."

...

"..thanks." he spoke tiredly, his breath was slow and warm against your skin but a small smile tugged against his lips. You knew he was likely to tease you about this later when he's more energetic... As long as he slept. Poor fairy.

𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞

The Guardian of the Fountain of Youth sat at the highest point of the great tree. She was often bored and always awake, never allowing herself to rest properly because of her role. She needed to protect this forest, even if it meant losing her own time.

Because of this, you had often come up to join her and fill that void of boredom. You brought many little trinkets and gifts, anything you could find in the forest which would spark some joy from her.

She sat at the top of the tree, waiting for you, like usual, the time ticking slowly.

"Elaine," She was quick to turn and see you; a smile spreading on her lips to see the fairy she knew so little about but always loved to know more about. ".. I'm sorry I took longer than I expected, I wanted to find something special for you."

"no, don't worry.. I don't mind." Her voice was soft as you looked at her face, the eye bags she had didn't go unnoticed by you which did upset you somewhat, especially when hearing the yawn that would leave her lips.

"What is it that you have?" Elaine asked curiously while noticing the small sheet in your hand, you held in carefully, something to not be hurt.

"Oh, this?"

You opened the sheet in your hands slowly, holding it out to her. "..it's an Elaine flower." You spoke with a small laugh under your breath, feeling a bit proud of yourself. "I found it and thought of you."

Although you felt a bit old and cheesy for your actions and what you said, the smile on her face did not disappoint.

It's petals were pure white, a multitude of them as they branched from different sections all similar to one another. The flower, itself, was closed off together rather than open.

"..Oh, thank you." She while taking the flower from you, admiring the gift in her hands. It wasn't often that she could come down from her area to see what was going on in the fairy forest. "Its lovely."

...

A small yawn fell from her lips again, making you frown from annoyance. "Elaine." You spoke up to her, catching her attention quickly. "How much sleep are you getting?"

She seemed sad, noticing your worry for her. "Not much.." she'd admit while looking down at the flower in her hands, she didn't like how it was going for her... Being a guardian of such a powerful item to their forest wasn't easy, especially with her brother gone.

You were quiet, looking at her before you levitated you on a sturdy branch. It had a nice view of the fountain of youth but also of the forest.

"..Why don't you get some sleep, dear? I'll watch over the forest for you.." you spoke out to her with a smile, watching as her eyes shot up to you, a bit surprised but definitely grateful.

It didn't take long for Elaine to take a seat beside you; the gift of the flower in her hands, the wind blew through her hair slightly. "..you don't have too.." she spoke, feeling a bit guilty.

"no no, I want you to get some rest.. You need it." You spoke, wrapping your arm over and pressing her head to your shoulder as some hair fell down her face. She felt glad to have someone like you looking out for her.

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚

It's been a good long minute, the once fairy king and commandment of repose had sat at the top of the tallest tree. Gloxinia's been trying to get used to adjusting to the new generation and world, feeling a bit down. He stared at the horizon, the sun setting slowly over the trees and watching many of the little fairies falling into a deep rest.

It's about time he got some sleep as well.

His leg was propped up on the tree, his elbow against his knee as his face rested in the palm of his hand.

His attention was caught by a certain fairy he's been seeing a lot more lately.. it was a odd feeling in his chest, but he couldn't help but not want to look away.

His head dropped as a sigh left his lips, his hair fell down his shoulders as he slowly sat up. He wanted to speak to them, everyday, but with his past failures as a.. friend, he couldn't even look at them properly. It was difficult enough knowing they survived, but did they really want to see him?

Or was it out of pity?

Slowly he looked up at the stars for a minute of reassurance but gave up on the idea, sending one more look to where they were but they had disappeared.

Oh well.

Gloxinia laid onto his chest against the branch, one arm drapped off to the side, swaying off the tree and in the air, while his other propped under his cheek like a pillow. His majestic wings spread apart in the cold air as he tried to shut his eyes.

Suddenly he felt a weight against his back, in between his wings. He was quick to get up slightly and look behind him.

"What the.." he stopped at sight of the same fairy he would think of laying on his back. A peaceful smile on their lips. "(Y/N)." Gloxinia spoke under his breath, same hint of surprise in his voice.

Their eyes slowly fluttered open up at him, resting on their cheek before tilting their chin on their arms against his back, "sorry. I should've asked, but you seemed lonely. I can get off."

Gloxinia stared back at them for a moment, before laying back on his arm. "You could.." he spoke with a small sign of disappointment in his voice as he paused. "..but you don't have too. I don't mind if it's you."

"..wow, really?" You asked with a bit of disbelief to the second comment, asking for confirmation.

"Why are you surprised?" He asked with a small laugh of amusement at your question, seeming a bit more surprised then you are when you asked. "Go ahead and sleep, I don't mind."

".. I see."

Gloxinia felt a bit lonely during the nights, but the familiar feeling you'd bring him and the warmth felt good, it was like the sun. Your body wrapped on top of him like a blanket he's needed for a long time.

".. I trust you. I always have." His words were a bit of stutter, unsure if he actually believed himself. He hasn't been one to trust so easily in so long but.. he knows you. And that's what he liked about you.

No lies, just needed rest.

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞

"You!" The counselor to the fairy kings, Gerheade, called out to you from afar. The weight of her body carried her through the air as she followed to where you are.

"So this is where you've gone. I thought I told you to stay away from the humans.." Gerheade spoke with a small sigh of disappointment, although not surprised by your disappearance.

"whoops, busted." You spoke to lighten the mood with a little laugh to yourself noticing her shake her head at you.

"how many times I have told you.." Gerheade muttered to herself while seeming upset.

Of course, Gerheade wasn't actually angry with you.. no, never. She was just protective over the fairies, and especially people she was most close with you. This included you. She didn't want to lose anyone important, not again.

"I can't help my curiosity, Gerheade, dear. I promise I'm being careful." You spoke with a small shrug, not seeming to mind your own sudden disappearances. You were never one to be able to sit still, wanting to see what was outside this forest and adventure.

She didn't say anything, it wasn't like she would change your mind so easily with another one of her own lectures.

"..it doesn't matter, as long as you're safe.. and you come back to me.." she'd speak, muttering the last part to mostly herself.

You couldn't help but smile at her; always finding the moments where she'd let her walls down so she could express herself emotionally and not think like a fairy in charge of others to protect...

"C'mon. I must've kept you waiting for a long time."

You'd speak to her while flying to a small safe haven for the two of you, she'd follow closely, wanting to keep an eye on you.

There were moments where it felt like she was taking care of you, but she didn't mind...

As you'd sit on the grass, your back against the giant roots that branched out of the ground, Gerheade would watch with a pretty smile. She did sometimes feel bad, like she was holding you back whenever you wanted to leave...

"so, what did you see out there?"

Gerheade would ask while sitting down beside you, watching you rest your head on her lap and listening to you tell your story...

It was all nice, listening and waiting before watching one another fall asleep with eachother.

[andiboyo]

The Florist

Rushed at the end, sorry about that, hope you like this!

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Florist!Reader

Words: 899

Summary: Being a florist was your life and you loved every second of it, what would happen if something happened to your life? Your home?

Warnings: Canon violence, mentions of broken bones, and Bucky being the gentleman he is

Being a florist was not easy, many people wanted flowers, and there were only so many to sell, but one customer you did know was James. He always bought Gloxinia’s (Purple flowers with white outlines) He loved them, so he told you. Once and a while he’d ask for only one of them, sometimes 10. Never made any sense to you why he always bought the same flowers. That was until the end of the week.

“Three of those purple flowers.” He smiles.

“Three? Seems to be specific this time J, what’s the occasion?” You ask.

“Don’t know why three, just feel like I should get three today.” Shrugging. 

Handing them to him, he opens his mouth to speak, but closes.

“What’s wrong?” 

“What time do you get off today?” He asks.

“2, Why? What’s up?” 

“I want to show you something after, okay?” He smiles, almost relieved.

“Okay, I’ll be here waiting, no rush though!” You reply giggling.

The day goes by, and it’s around 1, only one hour to go. Then a giant explosion is heard from in front of your shop, the building across had blown up. People gasp and scream at the sight, some run out coughing and holding onto possessions. Then another explosion arrives, one from right next to it. Something inside you ticks, there's a bomb inside your shop.

“Everyone out! There’s a bomb in here!” You yell.

Everyone runs out, and you go to the back of the shop grabbing onto your employees, telling them to leave. Right when you get to the register a tick is heard and you make a dash for the door. A high pitch eruption explodes from your ears as you are launched forward onto the street, hearing a loud crack from your arm as you break your fall. 

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Your co-worker asks.

Nodding slightly, you wheeze, at loss of breath, sitting up you look upon your shop, flowers dispersing in the air and waving goodbye. All the flowers you spent months on growing were no more, and gone into flames. 10 minutes pass and police and ambulances arrive, taking people out onto stretchers from within other buildings.

“Where’s (Y/N)? Are they alright?” You hear from behind the crowd of people, entering into view, James kneels down you your height. “(Y/N), what the hell happened?” He asks.

“Bombing, someone must have hid it without anyone noticing all along the buildings.” You whisper.

“Are you okay?” He tones his voice to your level.

“Other than my arm probably fractured, I’m alright.” 

Looking at your arm, he picks you up, setting his hands to carry you in a bridal style.

“We’re going to get that patched, alright?” 

You nod in response, taking one last look at your job, your home. It was a small building with two floors, one which was your literal home, and the other being your job. Grasping at Bucky’s shirt with your good arm, you sniffle. Making it to a local doctor, they inform you it was a broken bone, requiring a sling to be put on your arm, and a couple bandages on your face. 

"Glad it's not fractured." Bucky states.

"Me too, this is gonna be hard to handle." You sigh, the expenses that have to be put into rebuilding your job and home would take a lot.

"(Y/N), do you have a place to stay? I knew you lived there, but did anyone else offer you to stay?" He asks.

"No, no-one even offered, I don't wanna be a big deal James, so it's up to you, it's very nice of you to offer." You inquire. 

"You could never be a big deal (Y/N), and I still have something to show you right?" He smiles.

Smiling at him, he pats your shoulder, and you stand. You two walk to his apartment building where he jokes about how his cat alpine might nip at you. 

"You have a cat? That's adorable." You blurt, quickly wanting to faceplate.

"Thanks, she's the cutest cat out there I believe, but very needy." He rolls his eyes. 

Opening the door for you, you step inside, looking around seeing a pillow and blanket on the ground. He hangs his keys up and points over to a room on the left.

"That's a spare room, I usually hang in the living room, still yet to get used to beds." He states. 

Settling down on the couch, you sigh in relief that you have a place to stay, Bucky wanders off to the kitchen and you pay no mind, resting your eyes.

"Hey doll, wanna open your eyes?" 

Opening you eyes, you are greeted with a bouquet of flowers, the purple ones that he'd buy.

"Was going to ask you for coffee later, but what about a movie night? We can watch The Hobbit and Lord of the rings?" He giggled.

Hugging him with one arm, you chuckle back. 

"Of course I would want a movie night with you James."

Sighing in relief, he puts the flowers onto the table in a vase, and turns on the TV, struggling to find Netflix and searching up Lord of the Rings. That night you would remember as your beginning. You did in fact find a way to rebuild your shop, but your home was now with Bucky, in your heart and his.

[grapefantaenby]

Gloxinia x reader 3000 years of waiting.

You were a Fairy who once served under the first Fairy king. You were good friends with him and his sister before Rou attacked you. You trusted him, Gloxinia trusted him. When he attacked Gerheade you tried to fly away to find Gloxinia, you wanted to warn him, to tell him what was happening so he could help. You weren’t fast enough. 

Rou grabbed you by the wings and cut them off. They weren’t cut smaller like Gerheade’s, they were cut right where they joined to your back. Gerheade shouted for him to stop as you screamed out in agony. You were her best friend, someone her brother cared about. 

He didn’t listen, he raised his blade and went to strike you again, this one was aimed to kill. One of the few fairies left managed to pull you away but you weren’t able to fly. You were barely able to stand. The fairy helped you to the Fairy King’s forest on Gerhearde’s request, you tried fighting against their hold but you were too weak and eventually passed out. 

When you woke, you didn’t recognise your surroundings. You were in a larsh room with stone walls that were decorated with tapestries and paintings. There was a fireplace burning and two little girls peeking over the side of the bed you lay on. 

The girls were maybe three or four years old and both had purple hair. You sat up and smiled at them. 

“You’re awake!” The smaller girl exclaimed and ran off. 

“Where am I?” You asked the other little girl once you’d sat up. 

“Liones kingdom.” She answered. 

Someone walked into the room with the little girl from before. He smiled with a mysterious glint in his eyes. 

That was the day you met your adopted family, King Bartra Liones and the three Princesses, Margret, Veronica and Elizabeth. The king knew you were a fairy, you explained that you lost your ability to fly so he had a knight train you to use a sword. You didn’t want to feel weak and useless like when you were unable to help Gerheade.

Years passed, a lot had happened but you’d been forced to flee the kingdom with your youngest sister for a while. Then things seemed to go back to normal for a while, the peace only lasted a few days. A week later you found yourself in a labyrinth, alone having lost track of your friends and sister.

You made it to the end and stood at the exit in silence, stunned by the sight of two old friends. Gloxinia and Drole. 

“Y/N!” Elizabeth called and waved you over. 

Your movements were slow as your eyes were fixed on the two figures above you. 

The small blonde fairy flew over to you and held your hands, “Are you okay? You seem to be in pain.”

She wasn’t wrong. Seeing them again brought back the memories of the pain you felt the day your wings were cut from your back. The scars began to ache but you smiled anyway. 

“I’ll be fine.” You told her. 

She frowned, having read your heart to see what was really wrong. She couldn’t believe what happened to you, she felt sorry for not having the power to help you.

The whole time, neither Gloxinia or Drole recognised you. In their defence, they’d never seen you without wings and you had (cut/grown) your hair a significant amount.

You were searching the new Fairy King’s forest for Diane and King since they’d suddenly vanished. It was a lot harder to do on foot than if you still had your wings but you made do with what you had. You weren’t sure how long you’d been searching but when you heard Diane’s voice you ran towards it. 

The first one to see you was Gerheade, she smiled and called you over. Gloxinia looked away from the black hound and looked at you. He’d seen you at his fighting festival but paid you no attention. 

He didn’t think it was you, no, he didn’t want to think it was you. If he acknowledged that it was you then he’d have had to admit that he’d joined the demons for nothing, but he’d already accepted that when he found out his sister was alive and well. 

“Y/n?” He asked cautiously, taking in your new appearance. 

You looked human, you had no wings and your hair was a lot (longer/shorter). 

“Hey, it’s been a while.” You said with a small smile. 

“A while? It’s been 3000 years.” Gloxinia said in an exasperated tone. 

You laughed a little and knelt down in front of him. Neither of you had noticed the others leaving, your attention was purely on each other as Gloxinia reached forward and pulled you closer so he could hold you.

Gerheade watched from behind a tree as you and Gloxinia sat on the ground holding each other. She had to bite back squeals when Gloxinia kissed you only seconds later. 3000 years, she’d waited 3000 years for you both to accept your feelings. 

She turned and left to join King and Diane so you and Gloxinia could have your moment in peace. She’d had her reunion with him and thought it only fair to let you have yours. 

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Your Protector ~ Gloxinia x Reader

Someone explain to me why do I love this beautiful boy so much.

He used to be such a cry baby, always clinging to his mum’s skirt, not wanting to learn how to properly use his powers...No, he just wanted to play around, sniff flowers or make flower crowns out of them, bask in the morning sun and watch clouds float away...

But he’s the future Fairy King, how can I let him alone? His parents asked me to always be by his side, now that they’re gone...

And he’s so cute, especially when he does those puppy eyes, pleading not to get him to practice offensive magic, although he was the one chosen by the Sacred Tree.

I know he’s scared, it’s a lot of responsibility to look over everyone...But, after all, he’s not truly alone, and he will never be.

Cute little Gloxinia...Cute little Gloxinia who’s both taller and older than me, but still loves acting easy-going and child-like, especially when he hang around his sister, Gerheade.

“Hey, Gloxinia, wake up.” I kneel by his side, as he was sleeping on a huge sunflower, high into the sky, to not be bothered by anyone, and to bask in the warmth of the sun. “Hmmm...? Ah, Y/N, it’s you. I don’t feel like training, come again later.” he sighed, turning to the side, so he won’t see me. “...Okay. I’ll try later.” I hung my head, flying away, trying to get myself something to do, so I won’t get bored.

Sometimes, I don’t realise how boring life can be, which is why I have to always keep myself busy...I wonder, how is it like to be able to be so outgoing, so sociable, so friendly and able to relax and do...Nothing. Nothing at all...All day, just laying down and admiring the world around you.

Being one of the few fairies who can use her powers to the fullest, because of all the extensive training, and since I’m so different from everyone around me, I feel like an outcast, even though I know nobody wants to make me feel that way.

For some reason, I found myself sitting in a bed of beautiful, colourful flowers, and letting myself fall down on my back, I start watching the clouds move. But it was boring, and I felt restless. I had to move, in some kind of way, to keep my mind occupied, so I started picking up flowers and attempting to create a flower crown.

But, by the end of the 10th flower crown, I got frustrated since they all looked terrible, so I threw them away and went back to practicing my magic, until I started feeling a dark presence, and when I looked back, a huge white and green demon, for some reason, came out of nowhere, ready to attack our Forest.

Not on my watch.

I flew in front of the demon, pissed off that it dared get close to our home and threaten it, and taking out my weapon, I start attacking it, while yelling out for Gloxinia, hoping he’d hear and get everyone to safety, since things were going to get messy.

Only the Goddess clan can naturally take down demons so easily, so I could only hope it was going to go away before destroying out home. No demon ever came to disturb us before, so needless to say, it was disturbing.

That blasted demon so easily slapping me away in a tree trunk as if he was swapping a headless fly, but that wasn’t going to throw me off my game to drive it away.  However, a familiar cry of fright brought me back from reality, when I saw the demon’s other hand trying to attack someone...That someone being Gloxinia himself. That was the last drop for me, as I pried myself off the tree and stretching out my wings, I flew at full speed and picked up the wingless fairy, getting him to a safer spot.

“Go find your sister and make sure everyone is safe. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. Take care.” I kissed his forehead, wiping away his tears, before getting up, ready to fly again, but he stopped me. “Wait, no, don’t go! That thing is too powerful, even for you! You can’t fight it all alone!” poor darling, I’ve never seen such fright and despair in his eyes, it broke my heart. “I’m not the future Fairy King, dear. You are. You are the future of our kind...And even if you weren’t, I’d still gladly give my life to save you. Now go, that thing is going on a rampage.” I pushed him away as I flew up again, using all the power I could muster to keep the monster away, but each time, it would swat me away, and each time, I’d fly back to fight it again.

That is...Until, as the demon threw a blast of dark power at me, and I knew I wasn’t fast enough to fly away from it, so I maximized my own power, hoping it would counter it... But next thing I know, I was pushed out of the place, and, on the ground, a little fairy with 4 little wings lay there, injured gravely.

It was Gloxinia.

Damn it, Gloxinia, you reckless kid...You just can’t stop getting into trouble, can you?

Flying to his side, and kiss him, giving him the Kiss of Life, one of my specific powers as the Guardian of the Fairy Forest, and he was back in perfect health.

“You, idiot...Never do that again, got it? You got me worried sick...Especially now that you got your wings.” I smiled at him gently, holding him tightly to my chest. “My wings...? Wait, really, I got them?! I didn’t even realise!” he gasped in shock, prying himself from my arms, looking at his back, grinning at his achievement. “You’re the best, Gloxinia.” I said, and feeling another dark matter approaching, I quickly figured out another dark blast was going to hit us again, so I spread out my wings and wrapped them around him, protecting him from the blast. No matter what, he has to live.

With the last bit of my power, I reflected the attack at the demon, which went back at it with double the power, which thankfully, managed to drive the demon away to its realm...But it also managed to fry and pierce me pretty good, so I had no idea I fainted, until I woke up, the passing clouds being the first thing my eyes captured.

With some difficulty, I manage to push myself into a sitting position, realising that I was sitting on a flower, very high in the sky. My body was still aching, but my wings were in perfect shape, as if nothing happened.

“Yoo, you woke up. Finally. I was beginning to worry.” a familiar voice called out, and Gloxinia appeared, holding some flowers in his arms as he sat down next to me with the same chill face as usual. “Uhm...The demon went away, didn’t it?” I asked, feeling a bit nervous. “Yes, of course. You defeated it, remember? Anyway, feeling better?” he asked as he started fidgeting around with the flowers. “Yeah...I’m okay. Are you, though? And everyone else?” I asked again, as a way to calm myself down. “Yees, don’t worry about us. Everyone’s okay, thanks to you.” he said cheerfully as he placed a flower crown he just made on my head. “Thanks for protecting us. You were right, instead of slacking off, I should have trained. I will be the Fairy King, and I have to be brave and strong, just like you, so that next time, I’ll be the one protecting you, not the other way around. So...Will you please continue staying by my side and helping me?” he cupped my face, his expression soft and gentle, like I haven’t seen him before with anyone but his sister. “W-Well, of course. I’m not going back on my promises.” I looked down, feeling my cheeks warm up a bit. “Ehhh~? You’re surprisingly soft, aren’t you? You’re cute, Y/N, I want to see how much cuter you can get.” he chuckled, playing with a strand of my hair. “Talk to me when your wings are fully developed.” I jolted to my feet, flying a bit farther away from him. “...Like mine.” I looked back at him with a teasing smirk, which made him laugh. “What is it, you want to play tag?” he crossed his arms, as if accepting a challenge. “With those tiny wings, can you even keep up the pace?” I giggled, propelling myself far away from him, and going through the cramped spots so it would be more difficult for him to follow. “Gotcha~!...OH-” I eeped in shock as Gloxinia somehow ambushed me and threw himself at me, only for both of us to lose balance and fall tumbling on the ground, in very awkward positions, away from each other. As we turned to look at each other, we started laughing at how silly that was, especially considering we were the best flyers in the forest, and yet, we ended up like this.

“See, Y/N? You can be lots of fun, if you want to. You just need someone who gets you. Now then, since we’re so far away from the others, help me figure out how to properly use my Spirit Spear Basquias. Only you can help me out.” he said, taking out his weapon. “Okay, kid, let’s see what you’re made of, now that you’re finally serious about your training.” taking out my Sacred Sword, ready to properly train for the first time in a long time.

The next training sessions went surprisingly smooth, now that Gloxinia finally took his responsibilities seriously and easily picked up everything I taught him, and sooner than expected, his small wings grew to be the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen in my life, beating any species of butterflies.

He was so happy that his wings completely developed, that he started laughing gleefully, doing loops in the air, before snatching me up and going as far up into the sky, and as soon as he stopped, he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss, leaving the both of us with pink cheeks, but different reactions altogether.

“I...Well...Wasn’t expecting that.” I looked away, hiding my face with one of my hands. “You’re the one who kissed me first and said to talk to you when my wings developed, right?” he hummed in amusement, teasing me. “W-Well, yes, but I did that to heal you!” I tried to defend myself. “Then...You don’t want me to kiss you again~?” he tilted his head to the side, a side grin growing on his face. “Oh, you’re such a jerk.” wiping that nasty grin from his face, I rest my hands on his shoulders, bringing him closer to me, so I could properly kiss him back. “Nice try, Gloxi, but you can’t tease me.” I winked at him, as I held his hand and dragged him to a beautiful field of flowers. “Can I braid your hair, dear?” but before I could say anything, he got behind me, on the ground, holding me in his arms, between his legs, his chin resting on my shoulder, as he quickly pecked my cheek. “Sure, go ahead. You’re much more talented at that than I’ll ever be.” I chuckled lightly, letting my hair cascade down my back. “Thankfully, there are tons of pretty flowers and I can put them in your hair...Although, there’s no flower that’s more beautiful than you.” he spoke so nonchalantly that he almost shocked me. “Says you, butterfly boy.” I smiled, feeling at peace, letting myself relax as his fingers running through my hair so skillfully were weirdly soothing.

For a long time afterwards, I and Gloxinia have been together, and he promised to marry me once the Holy War was finally over, as he didn’t want anything to happen to either of us.

However...Due to certain circumstances, Stigma was a complete failure, thanks to the humans, demons and archangels who messed up everything...And massacred my people...And Gloxinia...

My Gloxinia disappeared completely.

There was no body, no evidence, no hint that he ever was in the forest anyway, except for Gerheade who told me he killed Rou and then left...So we were convinced he died somehow.

Years passed, and I had to train more Fairy Kings to reach their full capacity, and yet, there was nothing that allowed me to feel any ounce of happiness or fulfillment in my heart.

There was nothing more than an empty void that nothing could complete, and it appeared as soon as I couldn’t feel his presence in this world anymore. Not to mention, after 3 millennia passed, the new King is a complete, irresponsible child who left his little sister to take care of the Fountain of Youth, which is result led to her death, and a human had to replant the Forest Seed, otherwise our whole realm would have died.

This guy...He looks so much like Rou...The one who protected Gerheade long ago...And now, he tried, and still tries, to save Elaine, to bring her back to life. To think that some humans could hold so much love for some fairies like us, it’s almost unbelievable, but so beautiful nonetheless.

But then...Something unbelievable happened...And I felt this weird feeling in my heart that only occurred when Gloxinia was alive. Why would it happen...? He’s long dead, isn’t he?

I have to test this feeling I have, so I went in search for the Seven Deadly Sins, who claimed to be fighting the Ten Commandments who, for some reason, were brought to this world, and Meliodas, whose demon rage took over him, needed help in his fight.

But then...There he was...

A little fairy with long red hair, sitting on the shoulder of a blue giant with four arms.  If I weren’t as old as I am, I wouldn’t have had a clue who they were...But I remember...Gloxinia and Drole, they used to be best friends, as they were both the leaders of their people...

And there I was, floating in the middle of ten demons, looking with shock at the fairy, who stared at me with demonic eyes, with the same expression I had.

“Gloxinia...?” I wasn’t sure if he heard me, for my voice was barely above a whisper, before one of the demons attacked me out of nowhere, sending me tumbling to the ground. “DON’T ATTACK HER!” his voice echoed throughout the place, anxiety surging through it a bit too obviously. “Gloxinia...Is that really you?! What happened to you? I...I thought you were dead...!” I pushed myself off the ground to get back in the air to his level. “Yes...Yes, it’s me...But what are you doing here?! Go back home, I don’t want to see you hurt!” he tried to care for me, but that was the last thing I cared about.  “No! I’m not going anywhere without you! You already left me once, I’m not letting you do that again.” I frowned at him, determined to get him back home. “That’s enough talk! If she doesn’t wanna leave, or join our side, then she’s gonna die!” one of the demons roared, and attacked me. “No! There’s no way I’m leaving without Gloxinia! Never again!” no matter how many times I got thrown around, stabbed, hit or blasted away, I’d get up to fight, because death is a better outcome than not having him by my side for another day. “That’s enough!” but the Fairy King flew over, taking my form in his arms, his wings protectively covering me.  “As naive as always.” I smiled weakly, putting my arms around his neck, and in an instant, I teleported us far away from that place, which shocked the fairy beyond belief. “Forgot about my powers, didn’t you?” “Why’d you do that?! I have to go back, otherwise-” he kept looking behind him with a worried look, and I could only push myself to kiss him, not realising tears were streaming down my face. “Why did you leave me? Why did you leave us? You have no idea how devastated Gerheade was...” I bit my lip, making him sigh and hang his head. “...I’m sorry, Y/N. When I saw you and my sister in that state...I thought you were dead. I thought there was no more reason to live...So I and Drole joined the Ten Commandments. We wanted revenge on the humans who destroyed everything we held dear to us. And...I was too afraid to check if you were alive or not. I was afraid of knowing you might be dead...So I ran away. I’m a real coward, aren’t I?” he chuckled weakly, his face showing the sorrow he held in his heart. “Then...Can’t you come back to us? Return your commandment and come back. Drole can do the same. It’s no big deal, is it? ...Is it?” I asked with hope, gently cupping his face. “I...Yeah, it can work, but...Who will accept me back? I’m the Fairy King who abandoned his people. I know I did a terrible mistake from which I couldn’t turn back.” he explained, as I raked my fingers through his beautiful hair that remained as soft as always. “Everyone will accept you, I promise. You were the best and most powerful King we ever had. And, besides...Gerheade would be so happy to hug you again. She hasn’t danced or sung since that day...But she’s been a great adviser for all Kings. She grew up as a fine lady.” I put my forehead to his, trying to calm him down. “And...And you? Do you really want me back, after everything I’ve done to you? After all the promises I broke to you?” his voice was more of an usher than before. “I’d want nothing more than to spend my life with you by my side, no matter what.” I replied, which made him raise his head up, his demonic eyes turning back to his gorgeous, amber like ones, and the demon mark on his chest disappeared completely. “Then...Would you still want to marry me, even after I abandoned you for more than 3000 years?” he asked, and my heart burst with warmth and happiness. “Of course I would. As long as you are by my side, everything will be okay.” I threw my arms around his neck, too afraid to let go of him. “Thank you...Thank you for not giving up on me, even though I deserve it. I love you so much, Y/N. I promise, this time, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” he held me close to him, one hand on the back of my head, while the other was holding me tightly. “I will always love you...My dear Gloxinia.”

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Masterlist

Started: 2/23/21 3:47pm

Updated: 8/3/21 9:37pm

Total Works: 2

Nanatsu no Tazai/Seven Deadly Sins

Gloxinia

Time Can’t Measure My Love for You

Status: Completed

synopsis: Gloxinia and Y/N have been together long  before the Holy War 3000 years ago. When Rou attacks Gloxinia turns to the 10 Commandments believing his sister and beloved are dead. What happens when they meet again and on different sides of the battle field?

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4 Chapter 5 

Soul Eater

Crona Gorgon

Crona with a Non-Binary S/O