#kc oneshot

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꙰ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 (Ronin 'Good' End Oneshot)

You did what had to be done, didn't you? *+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+**+:｡.｡　☆　｡.｡:+*

Ronin made me do it.

It was such an easy escape. Ronin made me do it. It wasn’t a lie, was it? In the moment, you could feel transparent hands guide yours to Ronin’s. The hands helped yours grip around the knife. Phantom whispers danced in your head, pushing you forward. 

‘Stab me, darling. It would be so easy, so quick. It’s not like I’m the Devil, after all.’ 

Your hands trembled as you responded to the hell-bent Angel.

Ronin made me do it.

The Butcher smiled at you through crazed laughs when you had fallen for his spell. Your first kiss as lovers was poison. It tasted of metal, love, death and decay. When you love the rot, it eventually infects you. 

‘Consider this a courtesy. I’m going to kill you.’

The harsh pink text floated in your vision as your thoughts drifted. She was going to kill you, sending you to join the rot. The distinct pop of white pulled you back to your screen. An exclamation point next to a name that could not be active; goreboy, the recently deceased. Your hands shook as you scrolled through the messages. The decay started to root as you conversed with the remnant left behind. A remnant left to torment you after you had fallen for the rot‘s allure. 

You are predictable, after all. 

As hours floated out of your mind, the thoughts of Ronin didn’t. The pressure of hands would be felt on your shoulders, the whispering voice of teasing comfort flowing into your mind. You played along perfectly, Darling. He had said it himself to you and Angel. You were to be his ‘Make-A-Murderer’. His work of art, his muse. He had given you everything you ever wanted and he would be getting his reward. With everything given, something must be taken.

Ronin gave you his time, his attention. He gave you a muse, a perfect protagonist, a lover. Now it was his turn. He had been given his perfect little serial killer, a lover, and now he was going to claim what was left. 

At least, that’s what the decay desired. In the corner of your eye, in the reflection of your mirrors, he was always there. Angel never came, and soon, you never left. Your single-home became the home of two; the decay and the rot. He was always with you cooing from the dark corners of your mind; watching and whispering from the shadows. Your bed became your safe space, curling into a safe cocoon. He wouldn’t bother you here in the warmth of safety. 

Unfortunately, no fortress lasts forever. Eventually, small cracks form that can be exploited. His false weight on the bed shifted the cocoon, destroying the safety. His hands crept up to your face, bringing your attention to the apparition in your bed. 

I gave you everything you could ever want. Now, we can have that forever. Aren’t you happy, Darling? 

Ronin leaned forward, cold lips placing themselves against your own. The final kiss of a couple should be filled with sadness of departure and nostalgia. This wasn’t the end, it would be a new beginning. In this, the rot of the first kiss had strengthened. Venom and suffocating love consumed your senses. He hadn’t lied to you. You had gotten everything you wanted. Love, a great story, and now, you’d have a fantastical ending. However, there was one thing he had lied about. 

He truly was,

The Devil.

~ a one shot by f0ur-zombyz

[ribbonsssence]

red carnations, they bloom ──── ୨୧ ────

summary﹒ You work as the head designer and general florist for your flower shop. Maria de la Rosa hires you as a short-term worker to arrange some flowers for her modelling photoshoots and for her channel after she encounters posts about the flower shop. It was an enjoyable experience after that, but for some reason, she keeps contacting you, whether it's about producing more floral arrangements or growing some flowers for her. Then it escalates from there.

a/n ﹒ angel is still the same serial killer here, but that role of her isn't known here (like at all)! i was planning to divide this into chapters but decided not too, so have this 14k words oneshot for fun !

content includes ﹒ angel x reader ; fem!reader ; flower shop au ; flower arrangements ; floriography ; color symbolisms ; falling in love ; fluff ; happy ending ; not actually unrequited love ; love confessions

You smell of flowers and dirt.

The integrated scent of the earthly roots and the sweet breeze of floral fragrance completely waft the air of the flower shop, Everblooming Fleur, wherein you work. Yet, it does not distract you from the absolute and devastating workload you have from the shop.

You would quit this job, but unfortunately it has the greatest salary you can find, and you just had to take in floristry as a hobby. What were you doing with your life? Whether you regret this decision, it doesn't matter (only money does).

You take the deepest breath you ever took and crack your knuckles before grabbing your phone to take a picture of one of the hydrangea bouquets you just made, about to create a new weekly advertisement post on Twitter (or X) for the shop. Yes, you also handle the social media accounts for the flower shop because you're most familiar with it more than anyone else who works in the shop, surprisingly.

Once the post has been sent, you get on again with your typical busy routine as the head designer, general florist, social media manager, and one of the salespersons (and that one too) of your shop.

Luckily, you're just one of the salespersons, and as a matter of fact, just an extra and replacement if one of the main salespersons is absent, which is what's happening right now. Today, the shop emptied itself throughout the day, and all customers just wanted to buy a pre-made arrangement, so you're a bit contented about that.

Sooner or later, the clock strikes twelve o'clock in the morning, the end of your shift. You just sighed in relief and prepared to get back to your comfy home.

Pattering your way to your home, to the living room, to the upstairs, and to your bed; falling face flat on the soft, inviting mattress. Your head sank into the heavy, quilted blanket spread across your bed. You toss and turn in bed; even though the sheets are warming you up in its tender hug with whispering promises of comfort and rest, you're bored.

Be damned as hell you are; you're not exactly tired enough to be shutting your eyes and truly resting, so you ended up binge-watching Maria de la Rosa's channel till you feel sleepy.

You were okay with that personally; you like her (videos) and even outside of the channel, whereas her photoshoots and interviews are publicized. Her angelic appearance could lure you into her delicate trap, but even you wouldn't mind that. You can easily tell her immaculate outlook exudes a graceful mien. All in all, you just admired her like a fan.

You click on Maria de la Rosa's latest video and let it play in the background while diving into your inbox to see if there's any new inquiries about the shop or hiring work.

You start scanning across the mix of spam and unreasonably complex questions regarding the floral arrangements or the shop in general. Until one email catches your eye by an instant—a subject line with a well-known modeling agency affiliated with the Maria de la Rosa.

"Holy shit," you utter in shock, flabbergasted. Can it be? Or can it not be? Who knows, you got to click the email and see the details immediately!

And your heart absolutely skipped a beat once your eyes scrutinized the content. It is from one of her modeling agencies, requesting a custom floral arrangement for an upcoming photoshoot for Maria de la Rosa herself. You couldn't believe it, but it was serious. The email was articulated; it outlined all the vital details, from the floral arrangement itself to the time and date when, to the place you'll be meeting her.

They want the head designer and florist to come there, under the request of Maria de la Rosa.

Your entire body buzzes with uncontainable excitement. It’s like a fireworks show going off inside you as you kick your feet wildly in the air with a grin plastered on your face. A muffled scream of glee escapes your lips while you bounce up and down, hands flailing as if trying to grab onto the sheer joy of it all. The fact she herself wants you under her angelic presence? Your emotions are all over the place.

And the pay? It’s astronomical — far beyond anything you’d expect from your usual gigs. This isn’t the standard floral arrangement for a wedding aisle or a funeral bouquet draped over a casket. This was instead the rarest opportunity that has been bestowed upon you — to bloom flowers that will share the spotlight with one of the greatest influencers.

For just a short-term job, it feels like you’ve hit the jackpot. It excites you a lot by the thought of working with someone who you've admired for a long time.

Definitely, you were accepting this offer. You have to.

You sent back a small response to the email, keeping your excitement subtle while hopping onto your cozy, delicate bed, cocooning yourself beneath the fresh linen sheets. You let yourself rest, tugging your eyelids, and anticipate a thrilling opportunity in the next couple of days.

Nonetheless, the exhilaration lingers; you swept yourself in an imagination of the dreamy hues and intricate designs of your floral pieces arranged carefully, held gracefully by the Maria de la Rosa, the center of your vision in the cascade of your blossoms; their vibrant colors and soft textures frame her like a perfect living portrait. The thought carries you on a peaceful ride to slumber amidst the dreams that shall bloom to life in the future.

In the end, you began shedding light instantly for the next few mornings earlier than usual. Passionate, stirring, exciting — you name it. Non-stop, did you practice and prepare for the upcoming photoshoots. Despite the terrestrial fragrance of the grass and dirt mixing itself with the strong honeyed aroma of the delicate trailing vines of the clematis, the petals of the asters strings fine silk threads that radiate its bright sunlit center, and the rich yellow hues of the trumpet-shaped petals of daffodils; the rest lying in sweet smells of the earthy spring as you helped them continue to blossom. You continued to prep up with all your might for this once-in-a-lifetime hiring.

It tired you a lot, more than the prolonged hours of your working shifts in the flower shop, but you knew it would be worth it. Your passion sparked like a firework; you buzzed with lively energy while tirelessly practicing the arrangement of the requested flowers and envisioning the petals catching into the light, harmonizing their blooms with the already bloomed influencer and model.

There were more tireless days to come till the day of the meeting, but that's fine. If they were to hire you because of your potential in the crafts and tapestry of floristry, then you need to show them. Display the passion that fueled your creativity, your innovative mind; show yourself as an expert in the blossoming fields of the flowers.

One flower by another, after meticulous preparation, did it finally come. It really wasn't a dream.

You began another set of preparations, physically and mentally. You double-checked the details again before stepping out of your home, smoothing off the creases in your formal clothing and ensuring that each flower is in good shape, neatly placed in their containers. The location of the building was a fair distance from your house; all you had to do was pay a taxi of an average amount.

You find yourself sitting with jittery excitement bubbling underneath. But professionalism was paramount. So you remembered to take a mental checklist of yourself: be nice, be confident, be professional, and do not let your trivial emotions get the best of you. You really thought that was a great checklist.

Passing through the cityscape, you finally found yourself at the arrival of your destination — the agency's building.

It was contemporary, as you expected, with a sleek exterior with large windows offering a view of the prominent and minimalistic lobby. You gave all the important documents to the receptionist, and thank goodness nothing went wrong during the process.

You breathed out a sigh of relief, as you were being guided by presumably Maria's agent. Your heart beats loud and fast, reminiscent of a sprinter about to reach the finish line. You feel your palms damp, shaking a bit too. You still reassured your physical state to be calm and composed. walking further into the lively hallway of chatters between agents and other agents, you prayed that this meeting would go normal yet memorable.

Just before entering the studio, you rechecked your flowers' condition sitting on a hand trolley that the man offered; luckily, it's still in perfect condition. There were no signs of Maria's presence while following the agent, so you were rest assured she's in that studio room.

The agent briefly paused to open the door; he holds the cold steel knob. With a twist, the faint sound of the latch disengaging echoed softly in the hallway; a cool breeze sweeps out after a gap of the creaking door and caresses your face.

You flicker your eyes in response to the gentle glow of the lighting in the room. You snapped your eyes back into focus and entered the studio fully. The agent assists you in closing the door, once that is out of the way, you take a quick glance at the whole studio.

To your left was an interconnected set of vanity tables, wherein an array of accessories is being arranged by stylists; they were organized and chattered with one another. You turn your head to your right and see the glimpse of garments hanging on a sleek rack; they were organized too. Each cascade of garments ranged in colors from a soft pastel to bold, vivid tones; they shone in the lights of the lighting rigs; each intricate design and texture also woven delicate patterns like nothing else.

The more you scan the room, your very own eyes finally catch a glimpse of none other than the Maria de la Rosa herself, mid-conversations with the photographer's white backdrop. Her hair was loosely drooped down to her back with no signs of her typical twin tails with buns; her outfit was sophisticated, a flowing ensemble of saturated colors—complementing every surreal detail she had. Her expression was animated and warm. With a relaxed posture, her gracefulness and elegance linger in the studio as her presence shimmers more.

Then she shifts her eyes towards the door — you.

You snap your eyes again, suddenly sensing goosebumps crawling onto your skin. She looks at you, she is looking at you. Her eyes are fixed at you with an unwavering gaze of mixed intrigue and anticipation. She smiles, at you. Smiling with such minimal effort, yet her expression was a gentle and disarming one that makes you feel a sensation of relief washing over you.

"Please, place the containers near the vanities," the agent said.

You obliged, taking your eyes away from Maria and carrying each container one by one with a tight grip to ensure it doesn't fall out of your arms. You decided to fix your focus on your beloved flowers first and finished carefully placing down the containers next to the vanity tables as instructed by the man.

As soon as you placed down the last batch, you get up, taking a glimpse of your prized possessions, ready to bloom in the spotlight. But for some reason, you can sense an unsettling weight of someone's piercing gaze behind you.

"You must be the florist I've been requesting to see?"

Although you didn't want to, you unconsciously leap out of shock and quickly twist your body in the direction Maria was going. Your gaze darted directly to her eyes, who obviously meant no il intents of scaring you from behind.

Maria places her hand above her mouth, shaping her expression to worried one. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you..." she interjects, her expression slowly forming a slightly mischievous one as she giggles. "Perhaps it got to the best of me."

You were one to quickly reply to a person, but that's always done informally. So you reassured yourself again to tone down the informalities and be as professional as you can be. "No worries, it's truly my apologies instead for overdoing my reaction," you reassured. Remember: friendliness, confidence, and professionalism.

"Awh.. You... There's no need for you to be the one apologizing," Maria replies softly, her voice laced with warmth and remorse, "but it seems like you are the one," she added.

You offered a warm smile and nodded, your gesture quietly reassuring. "Yes, I'm the head designer and general florist of Everblooming Fleur," you answered, you intertwine your hands together while having such a stuttering voice. "It's my pleasure to be working with you, Ms. de la Rosa." You introduced, moving onto your name and a bit of details about you.

Her eyes glimmer like an angel, her smile warmer than ever, she seems interested in you? You doubt that. "Great! It is also my pleasure, since I've been waiting to meet you."

Meet you? Really? Don't overthink. It's obviously because of your skills in floristry. You still kept your composure nice and cool in front one of the greatest influencer plus model. But really, she does seem interested in you, in some way...

You let out a faint 'hm?' in slight dumbstruck, "oh? What do you mean by that Ms. de la Rosa?" you curiously asked.

She giggles, a soft and cute one, "well... I have seen some of your flower shop's advertisements and the arrangements are quite unique as I say so!" she answers, "and if I'd admit it myself — I'd like to see how it is done."

You chuckle in response to her comment about your flower shop (and most of the pre-made arrangements came from your technique), knowing damn well inside that you are screaming for your life: she complimented your style of floral arrangements, "thank you! I appreciate the comment, really. And I'm more than welcome to let you observe how it's done."

"Of course! And luckily, you just got here in the perfect time! Are you able to start the custom arrangements?" Maria asks, "if you need anything, you can ask the agents, I asked permission to prepare anything related to the arrangements such as the vases, bouquet holders, and the rest. This also includes the table you'll be preparing the arrangements on."

You nod thankfully. She's doing a lot just for you as a short-term worker, but you decided to not overthink it as always. "Thank you so much again Ms. de la Rosa, and yes, I can start them right now." you chuckled, "would this mean you'll be watching me?"

"What else was the point of this meeting then?" She coos, her melodic laughter was lighthearted and gentle, yet it hits you automatically onto your stomach and makes you want to fall on your knees out of shame.

God forbid trying to be professional and all, you can sense the steaming red-faced you as your smile falters and lowering your head in shame. You nervously laugh in return, even though your physical condition isn't looking the best of a professional, "my apologies, Ms. de la Rosa." you uttered, your gaze averted to another surrounding.

"Oh please, you don't have to take it to heart," she responds, "Maybe I should be the one to apologize instead for teasing you."

You uncontrollably sigh; it's a nice reassurance coming from her, but you still feel like you're about to fumble your biggest and probably once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "That's... I should start the arrangements, so time won't be wasted and so you can have your photoshoots."

"Thank you, I'll guide you to the table you will reside at," she tilts her head, her expression bright with amusement. Her gaze meets with yours again, playful yet sincere, with a subtle dare. "Show me how you do it. How you make them more beautiful than ever then they are."

For some reason your heart flutters, but you also feel the sensation of a heavy tension tightening up in your chest. She wants you to 'beautify the already stunning flowers,' embellish them with artistic compositions to evoke nature's perfect transient beauty while adding a touch of harmony and meaning for her photoshoots.

"I will. Miss de la Rosa."

You followed and took a seat at the table that the agents had set up. Maria was seated just across from you, she leans in close, her intentions clearly stating the obvious while you can see her eyes watches you intently. Right, just a watching, she just wants to watch you silently, no instructions told.

In order to enlighten yourself under the state of being tense, you settled in disregarding her eager soft gaze at your rough hands. But you can recall the last words she spoken, it was a challenge. A testament to the extraordinaries.

You began the arrangements with the first batch for her first photoshoot, starting with the asters. Recalling again the email, remembering all of its details, they requested for the first set of vases, pedestal vases, to have a monochromatic structure and incorporate the single use of each flower for the two — the asters and the clematises.

You place each asters with your utmost delicacy, nudging them into their place, arranging the first pedestal vase before the second. Your hands already carried a subtle, delicate fragrance, a reminiscent of the freshly dewy grass it once embraced.

You attempted to not make an unnecessary face of the sickly scent of these flowers, knowing they are popular just before the world bathes itself in the warmth and life of a bright golden glimmer and vibrant hues. The Maria de la Rosa is just right across you, following every fluid of gesture your hands does to the flowers.

"You really have your ways, huh?" Maria chimes in, her voice lacing a mix of awe and curiosity.

You blink and glance at her soft gaze briefly, a side of her right cheek was resting on her right palm, tilting her head with a thoughtful smile: watching you. The sensation of pride and humility spurs you on. "Much obliged, I appreciate it a lot Ms. de la Rosa," you replied back.

She chuckles, "the same goes to you, you don't know how watching you is lovely."

Your heart flutters again, and you can feel the sensation of a steam on your probably flushed face, was it because of her? Obviously, but why? You couldn't care, you need to focus.

After finishing the vases, it was time to do the bouquet, a combination of the asters, clematises, and finally the daffodils. You start using some of the green fillers you bought alongside the flowers and place them tenderly to frame the bouquet as you ponder about the process of wrapping it after all of the flowers, You carefully place each flower on top of the fillers while nudging some in between the fillers.

You could faintly discern the softening gaze of Maria as you carefully wrap the flowers around in the textured specialized floral wrapping paper, finishing the arrangement with a delicate embellishment: a purple and yellow ribbon. The hues echoed the effervescent contrast of the three flowers within the greenery.

"And that's all," you conclude, "it seems like... I didn't do anything wrong from the details, am I correct?"

You see the brief shine on Maria's bright blue eyes momentarily, a reflection of genuine delight, enthralled. The corner of her lips curled into a radiant smile, beaming gently like the glowing sun. "Of course! I have so much gratitude for you," she exclaimed, "you managed to convey their beauty and expression so good!"

Her genuine delight was so genuine it captivated your heart again in a mess, fluttering easily. How fragile are you? Her ushering glow of content makes you almost blind, if only you weren't facing her upfront, you'd probably collapse onto the floor by now. You couldn't imagine much of it, being heavily complimented by one of the greatest influencers and models you so admired? It's already a lot for you to take in.

Frankly, the flattery got to you a bunch, so you shyly chuckle, "thank you again, Ms. de la Rosa." That was all you could reply with as you tried to keep your tone casual yet professional. Her radiant smile persisted, as though she enjoyed your company and you arranging the flowers.

Maria began running her slender fingers on her hair, sighing with tranquility. "it's my pleasure, but really, you're quite talented, you know?" she said, voice dripping with a playful lilt, "I should go and do my photoshoots right now."

That's right, you forgot it again, the photoshoots. Your heart flutters anew, a chaotic rhythm you could barely suppress. The notion of the flowers you aid in growing them to be the best kind of their flowers, to be adorned again beneath the flourishing structure of balance, composition, and harmony by you, and to be held and surround the beauty of Maria de la Rosa as pretty and graceful she already is.

"Ah, right. You may go ahead and do your photoshoots now, I suppose I'll take my leave."

"Actually, as per my gratitude and how well you managed to make the flowers as gorgeous as they already were, I'll let you stay here and watch me take my photoshoots. I'll let the others know," Maria calmly said, a drop of reassurance to your mind.

You couldn't keep your professional facade anymore. You, in fact, made a shocked expression, yet your eyes glimmer in beam. Frankly again, you didn't expect this, to actually watch behind the scenes of the Maria de la Rosa's modeling photoshoots. Did your 'unique' methods of floral arrangement amaze her so much? To become her only audience of her photoshoots live?

Truly, you didn't even know someone like her seemingly had a fascination with flowers, as you can sense an avid sensation of keen interest in floral arrangements or flowers in general.

You were in shock, barely could let out a word out of your mouth, not even from your vocal cord. Nevertheless, you have a verbal mind of steel and managed to utter out something. "It's... I'm really indebted to you forever, Ms. de la Rosa!" You shyly exclaimed, god how embarrassing was that? but you had to be honest, right?

Maria forms a teasing and playful expression, giggling at your beaming and flushed state. "You have no need of thanking me, it's just a gift I could give you in return." Her words were coated with a lighthearted charm she always uses; as she winks, she winks at you.

It's finalized, you have a weakness in her. There's no valid answer than that regarding your current state as of now. Deeply pondering about the times of you just scrolling on your laptop, admiring her modeling photoshoots and the way she looks. Here you are, wanting to scream and giggle, kicking your feet like some kind of child again.

"Find yourself a seat near the white backdrop, do whatever you like," she adds, before turning around and walking back to her staff.

You find yourself sitting at a seat near the white backdrop, as Maria mentioned. You take a glance at the current environment, it was quite busy, even while you were arranging the flowers. Designers having a friendly talk with each other while seemingly planning out the next garment for her next photoshoot, stylists also conceptualizing different kinds of hairstyles for Maria.

You watched the photoshoots go on and on, using the arrangements you made as background and the bouquet being in the soft, tender hands of Maria. You still couldn't shake the feeling of excitement once the photoshoots were released to the public. Although you do wish for some anonymity, for the sake of yourself and the others working at the flower shop, it was still a visible feeling you've been having since the moment you saw the email.

The photographers instructed Maria to pose in various positions with the props and the flowers. You became fascinated by how it was done. Each pose meant a quick white light shine throughout the studio, she was diverse and quick with her poses and expressions. The photoshoots overall spoke a seasonal and nature theme while she was dashing and graceful, now it makes sense why they requested for the said arrangements they need.

The photoshoots went on and ended in the evening.

You eloquently bow down to show courtesy. "Thank you for letting me watch you take your photoshoots, and I'm glad to be of great help for the flowers." You gracefully smiled.

"Oh, you," Maria coos, a playful chuckle escapes from her mouth, soft and disarming. "I feel I haven't appreciate you enough, yet here you are, thanking me."

You shake your head lightly, you know deep down your appreciation for her is unwavering, you have to let her acknowledge it. "This has been the first big opportunity I was offered, so I need to give you my gratitude for that." Your smile deepened.

Maria tilts her head, crossing her arms just to rest her cheek against her palm again. She smiles fondly, her expression effortlessly radiant. "You're too sweet," she says softly, yet carrying a teasing warmth, "Anyways, before our meeting ends, I would like to ask you something."

Your curiosity piqued; you responded without hesitation, "No worries, is there anything?"

Her gaze at you is steady and kind. "I'd like to ask for your contact number," she replies smoothly, pausing for a moment, "for business matters."

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, you regain your composure after she said it was for business matters. Of course, it's for business matters; why were you thinking it like that? It's not unusual for people to ask for your contact number in the name of business anyway.

In regaining your composure, you offered her a smile. "Oh, yes, yes! You may have it; I'll write it down for you," you said, before quickly jotting down your contact number on a note, ensuring your handwriting is neat, and handing it over to her.

"Thank you for being so kind. Let's see if there's a time between you and me to collaborate again."

You wish.

Back in your welcoming home, you lie again face flat on the comfortable quilted sheets of your bed. Your heart flutters, whether you're falling in love with her or it's just admiration; god, you could never differ. Albeit, if you were to fall in love with her and just her, you'll slip it aside.

You started feeling tired ever since going back to your home, so you changed your clothing to your pajamas and cocoon yourself again beneath the blanket. The warmth enveloped you like the sunbeams passing through the clouds in the morning. You shut your eyes and pray you don't have to do as much as conceptualizing a bunch of arrangements for next season.

The first day back at work after your unforgettable encounter with Maria de la Rosa passes with a serene ease. No flurry of customs nor urgent requests of custom arrangements, and the other designers are mostly handling the work after it was your turn. You could just run in a field of grass, feeling the cold breeze brushing through your skin. This day was another time to breathe and let your mind wander.

Your shift ends again at twelve o'clock in the morning, and you find yourself awaiting some sleep for the weekends — your favorite time.

Waking up with no competence of the current time, you scroll casually through your Twitter (or X) until you see a tweet popping up on your feed: It's the same photoshoots of Maria de la Rosa you saw being taken from a couple days ago! The same poses, outfits, make-up, everything!

And to your astonishment, she posts a new video on her channel, another video about beauty. However, it just so happens, in the thumbnail, her room — the vases and bouquet you made are there, just sitting in the background.

You were in your utmost delight.

Being in your happy bubble, viewing her most recent video and admiring the same studio-shot photographs. She also mentions the flowers, how you produced them for the photoshoots, while you also watched her take them simultaneously as a token of appreciation. Your name and the flower shop wasn't mentioned, obviously for the sake of anonymity, and you were more than glad for that.

Your weekend went on as better than it already is. It was like a garden springing to life in your heart, vibrant and carefree, it lifts you higher.

The clock strikes midnight as you unwind from the day, your heart finally quieting after its relentless fluttering. You sit before your laptop, the soft glow spilling over your fingers. Writing — your secret solace. You recall those endless daydreams of penning a novel that would touch the world, a dream now nestled like an unopened book on a dusty shelf.

After the clicking echoes filled the silence of your bedroom, a river of thoughts. You stopped to take a small and fresh break, and a text notification vibrates your phone. The first thing you see on the notification was their name, Maria de la Rosa.

Hello! I know it hasn't been 3 days since the photoshoots and video have been released... But, I'd like to request another set of custom floral arrangements, any kind and amount! Except, you have all the creative freedom in your hands. Just bring what you need. The address is the same, be there before 7 am preferably. Thank you! <3 Oh, and there's money as a reward, hehe

No way.

It's happening again, you're working with her again.

You stretched your arms to the heavens above and exhaled deeply, just to laugh in a sudden explosion of joy, a grin spreading across your face. High spirits became higher than before, it's like you've been blessed by the gods. Nobody, not even a modeling agency, but none other than Maria de la Rosa reached out to you. It's just like a surreal dream of yours, but it's reality.

You jumped out of your chair and collapsed back onto your bed, the mattress sighing beneath your weight. Sleep was tugging at your eyelids, but excitement still coursed through your veins, making you grin against the pillow. Another day was on the horizon, another chance to work with Maria de la Rosa. The thought alone was enough to make your heart race.

Waking up with a vivid memory of yesterday, you take your quick daily routine and back to prepping.

You drank your casual coffee, savoring the comforting bitterness that jolted your senses awake. The steam curled upward, brushing against your face like a warm morning embrace. Its lingering scent grasped the creative freedom you were given. You devised a plan with more flowers than last time, you ensured to choose the most beautiful flowers, ones that embodies vibrancy and elegance; with petals so lush they tell a story, an expression.

Dahlia, peonies, larkspur, flowers that bloom in this late Spring was suffice, you called it.

Sketching out concepts for the arrangements, you wondered what kind of photoshoots they're going for next, it might become the same theme but you shook the idea out of your head and went back to preparation. With each passing second, more concepts rushed through your mind like a tidal wave, exhibiting ribbons, complementing greenery, and bursts of color palettes.

And your back again at the same contemporary building, same studio, and same table.

By the time you sat back again in the same chair too, she was already there to greet you. The same nervous excitement wells up in you as you meticulously piece together the flowers she requested—each delicate petal flowing with allure.

"Hi there," Maria greeted, her voice drips a casual warmth that immediately put you at ease. Her outfit was effortlessly stunning, more different from the outfit she wore previously; wearing a pastel pink sundress with floral print. Tailored with short puffed sleeves, a fitted bodice with pearl buttons adorned around ribbons in the side and a subtle A-shaped layered skirt.

"I— Hello, Ms. de la Rosa," you stammered out, you couldn't believe it was such a problem for you when her beauty enamors extremely. Your handwork completely slows down in bringing out the flowers and bases.

"Oh?" Maria interjects with subtle playfulness, a giggle escapes from her mouth, "seems like you're admiring me?"

Shit, she knows. Your heart skipped a beat, panic flashing through your mind. Yet, you decided to lean into the playful banter, just like her. "Uhm, maybe," you replied, keeping your tone casual yet playful, meeting her gaze with a slight smirk. "I'm sure it isn’t a surprise for someone like you."

Her laughter filled the room, melodious and genuine. "Well, I can't say I'm not flattered," she quipped, her expression softening. "But if you're going to admire me, make sure to keep your work just as flawless. Not that I don't have my trust on you. Deal?"

You nodded, though a hint of warmth lingered between you. "Deal," you said with a chuckle, already eager for the rest of the day working by her side.

"Great, just while I do my work."

The faint sound of her heels clicking as she goes to the area of the stylists, going to have her hair styled you assume, you ponder more. Pondering regarding your relationship with her, she's been incredibly nice with you, friendly, so casual — like friends.

"I'm overthinking it."

You thought. You sighed, trying to push aside the self-doubt. It was true that Maria had been incredibly nice, always friendly, and effortlessly casual with you. The way she spoke to you felt natural, and that ease made you wonder if there was something more beneath her smiles. Nonetheless, there was no reason to complicate things.

As you focused on the work ahead, you resolved to stick with the present, keeping things professional and organized.

As you picked up each delicate bloom, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of uncertainty, until you realized: she never told you a certain theme, nothing, just only she quotes, "creative freedom". Perhaps, this may be a bit difficult as you thought.

You paused. Creative freedom. On one hand, it was liberating. But on the other, it left too many directions to go in. Flowers could symbolize so many things, evoke a range of emotions. They could be arranged in endless ways, from bold, colorful displays to subtle, elegant compositions. The choices were overwhelming. You practiced without analyzing her message, you feel somewhat regret and disappointment in yourself.

But then again, you shouldn't worry about that, you got a small glimpse of Maria's clothing for the photoshoot, you'll just have to base it on that, generalize it, broaden it.

Without the weight of Maria’s gaze on you, your movements became more fluid, more confident. You worked quickly, flowing through the arrangement with a quiet rhythm. Drawing inspiration from the casual yet bold outfit Maria had chosen for the day, you decided to go for an arrangement that echoed her energy: loose, free-spirited, but still filled with elegance.

The slack movement of the green fillers intertwined with the soft, structured beauty of pink foxgloves and peonies. The flowers cascaded around the vase, almost as if they were spilling over, the greenery framing the blossoms in a carefree yet deliberate manner.

Once you finished the vase, you rubbed your hands already soaked in the sickly aroma of the fragrant flowers, ready to move onto the next arrangement.

You decide to create a nosegay next, where the dahlia becomes the focal point, its vibrant petals commanding attention. You carefully choose complementary flowers to be arranged tightly around the dahlia. Finishing it off with a layer of the usual green fillers you use, securing all of it with a ribbon and cut off the excess stem.

Fixing your focus on the next arrangements after another, the soft click of heels against the floor announced Maria's return. You barely had time to glance up before her voice carried across the room.

"Oh my!" Maria exclaims, her voice tinged with admiration. "You’ve already done so much, and they’re absolutely stunning. Looks like you knew how to pull off the theme as well." She tilted her head, her blue eyes shining with intrigue. She was lilting with approval and fascination.

Her compliment caught you off guard, and for a moment, all you could do was blink. Then, snapping yourself out of your daze, you managed to stammer, "Ah, thank you! I—I'm glad you think so."

Maria chuckled softly at your response, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "It's not just thinking so, darling. It’s knowing. If I didn’t know better, I’d say these flowers are trying to upstage me." She chuckles repeatedly, so tender and lighthearted.

She calls you darling. She called you darling.

The word echoed in your mind, like a bell tolling, leaving you slightly stunned yet undeniably charmed. Her words hung in the air, warm and honeyed, as if they were designed to melt your resolve. You swallowed hard, heat rushing to your cheeks. You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, tangled in the weight of her gaze and the softness of her smile.

Maria tilted her head slightly, a gentle wave of her styled hair catching the light. "Hm? Did I catch you off guard?" she asked, her tone laced with amusement. Her laughter, soft and melodic, filled the air, adding another layer to the haze enveloping you.

You smiled awkwardly, feeling as though the room had become warmer, the floral scents around you amplifying the surreal atmosphere. "Maybe, just a little," you admitted with a sheepish chuckle, attempting to shake off the overwhelming fluster.

Maria’s laughter sparkled like a light breeze rustling through petals. "Only a little?" she teased, her voice lilting with mischief. She leaned ever so slightly toward you, the gesture subtle but enough to make your heart skip. "But, you've done a lot. So, I'll take these arrangements and start my photoshoots. You may stay here again and watch, if you would like to."

Her initial playful edge in her tone sent your thoughts scattering. You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to focus. "Thank you, Ms. de la Rosa," you muttered, half to yourself but loud enough for her to hear.

You watched Maria take her photoshoots again, her every pose a masterclass in elegance and poise. Each movement felt deliberate yet effortless, as though she were in complete harmony with the world around her. The way she tilted her chin, the graceful arc of her arms, and the fluidity of her posture captivated everyone in the room.

And if you were being outward honest? Maybe, and just maybe — you like her.

The camera flashes illuminated her figure, creating a glow that almost seemed unreal. Her hair cascaded like silk with every turn of her head, catching the light and shimmering with life. The fabric of her outfit flowed with her movements, accentuating each pose as if it had been made solely to complement her grace.

Romantically or platonically? You weren't so sure.

From time to time, she glanced in your direction, her expression softening for the briefest of moments, as if silently sharing a private acknowledgment amidst the buzz of the shoot. It sent your heart racing every single time, a quiet flutter of emotions that you couldn’t quite suppress.

Something rings in your brain about her, and the subtle way her demeanor seems to shift when she’s around you. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but there’s an undeniable pull, an inexplicable connection that feels far from ordinary.

Her attitude towards you has grown warmer, more familiar, almost as if she’s seeking out moments to interact with you. It’s in the way her eyes linger a fraction longer than necessary, the way her smile seems softer and more genuine when it’s directed at you. Even during the busy chaos of her shoots, she finds small, almost imperceptible ways to include you, a glance here, a comment there.

It feels... strange. Not unwelcome, but disorienting. Why does it seem like she wants to see you more and more, even when she could be surrounded by countless others vying for her attention? You try to brush it off, but the thought nags at the edges of your mind. Could it be simple friendliness? Or is it something deeper, something unspoken?

You shake your head, feeling the weight of your overthinking settling in again. Maybe you’re just reading too much into things. But then again, the warmth in her eyes, the effortless charm in her words those don’t feel like coincidences. They feel deliberate.

But then again and again — she's way too out of your league. You're just some woman who works for rest of the day at some flower shop, and she's one of the most prominent models and influencers with dripping elegance and gracefulness everywhere she goes, a perfect being.

You shake your head repeatedly while you wait for the photoshoots to be completed before heading home.

Heading home in a taxi, the hum of the engine and the faint city lights create a soothing rhythm that matches the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in your head.

"Maybe, we're like friends by now."

You wonder, your fingers idly tracing the fabric of your seat. Possibly it's just a friendly professional connection, nothing more. You've encountered instances like these with other people who hired you. But somehow, the more you think about it, the less certain you feel.

Your whole week has been silent. Aside from the recently published pictures and a few videos, giving you anonymous credit.

You returned to work with a sense of calm, though a flicker of uncertainty still lingered beneath your composed demeanor. The days dragged by on your feet, dealing with the same usual arrangements, occasional requests, and quiet, almost meditative work. Considerably, one of the salespersons came back to work again, so you're back in behind the scenes of the flowers and arrangements.

Until, one particular shift started unlike any other.

Out of nowhere, as you were tending to your usual tasks, a figure entered the shop, her presence commanding attention. But you wouldn't know that, yet.

"Hey!" A demanding voice yelled out, they turned toward you, eyes wide, and you could see the faint tremor of disbelief in their gaze. It was almost as though they were seeing something surreal unfold right before their eyes.

"Did something happened?" you curiously asked. It's probably another complaining customer, at least that's what you would've predicted.

"Yeah, kinda, whatever. This is new," they whispered under their breath, shaking their head. "Maria de la Rosa, like the actual one, came here and told me she wants to see you?"

"Oh. Oh? What the fuck?"

You blinked in shock and disbelief just like them, did she actually came here just to see you? You choose to not waste any time. "Ah, okay. I'll see her."

With a swift motion, they hurried over back to the front of the shop. “She’s right here, miss,” they managed, leading you to the counter. They left and went inside the shop to probably leave you two a time to talk and it felt like the whole shop was silently holding its breath, waiting for what would happen next.

"Hi," Maria greeted, her voice smooth with a playful undertone, the kind that made your heart skip. The glint in her eyes was familiar, mischievous, and as she flashed you a smile, it was effortlessly charming. You could feel your face warm, your usual composure slipping away. "Sorry if my appearance was too sudden, especially when I asked to see you."

You stumbled over your words, your thoughts crashing together like a thousand half-formed sentences. It felt like your words were trapped in the air, swirling just out of reach. You shifted your feet, an unconscious attempt to ground yourself, to steady the storm inside your chest. "I—I didn't expect to see you stop by, here," you mumbled, your voice small, swallowed by the space between you. "What do you need, Ms. de la Rosa?" You managed to ask, but it sounded more like a question for yourself, a search for the ground beneath you. 

Her presence was a warmth that wrapped around you like a silk ribbon, effortlessly pulling you into her orbit. It made your heart race—more than it should have.

Maria leaned over the counter slightly, her expression more thoughtful now. "You know, I wanted to have a longer chat this time, if you don’t mind. I’m not really here for an order..." Her voice drifted, and you watched as she looked around, clearly comfortable in the environment. "And, drop the titles. I frankly like to be called by my name."

You nodded, still unsure how to handle the situation.

The conversation flowed between you and Maria, smooth like the ripples on a calm lake, but with the depth of an ocean hidden beneath the surface. Her words, light as a gentle breeze, carried a weight that seemed to pull you in deeper, unearthing thoughts and feelings you hadn’t even realized were there.

You were unprepared for how natural it felt to talk to her, how her presence in the space seemed to make time stretch, like the hands of a clock forgotten in the corners of the room. Each laugh, each glance she offered felt like a quiet invitation to stay a little longer, to breathe in the air that seemed to hum with possibility.

"I'm still really sorry if I came here so sudden," Maria expressed, leaning against the counter, her expression no longer playful but drawn with the weight of unspoken thoughts. "You know how busy I am, do you?"

Keeping your silence, you offered her a swift nod, willing to listen as the air between you and Maria shifted, the space once filled with casual banter now heavy with something deeper, more fragile. The brightness that often surrounded her presence dimmed, leaving her raw and exposed, a person and not just an image.

"I just..." she trailed off, biting her lip as if trying to suppress the emotion bubbling just beneath the surface. "Feel a bit exhausted lately. It's not like it has been the first time. But I honestly shouldn't be busy for the past few weeks but I am."

The vulnerability in her voice stung more than you'd expected. Maria, always in control, always the image of poise and perfection, now seemed like a person. Just a person, weighed down by her own life, caught in the whirlpool of expectations. You noticed the tension in her shoulders, the way her eyes avoided yours, not in embarrassment, but in a kind of reluctant surrender. It was as if she had tried to hold everything together for so long, and now, in front of you, the seams were beginning to crack.

Thinking about what she said more, made you completely forgot, Summer is coming, a time when most people think of breaks and vacations, had no such promise for her.

Her laugh was hollow, a sound that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Sure, Summer is coming, but for me, it'll be just another busy season," she said, almost bitterly, though the tone quickly softened again. She shrugged, that same elegant shrug that seemed to let her hide the storm inside her, but you knew better now. You could see through the polished surface. "It should be slow... but the work never stops."

"Don't you have agents or people who work beside you? Or... Are they the reason?" you asked, your voice a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Maria hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering toward the window as if the world outside held the answers she couldn’t quite find. She let out a soft sigh, her eyes drifting to the side as if looking for something that could offer her solace. "Yes, mainly my manager, Finian. He's been demanding lately, over my modeling status and channel as well. But, I don't necessarily blame him for anything."

You blinked in confusion, unable to fully grasp the weight of her words. "A-huh, how?" you asked, your voice laced with uncertainty, unsure of how to continue the conversation or if you were even equipped to understand what she was really going through. "In what way you don't, necessarily, blame him? You don't think he's nagging you?"

"What?— No, no... I'm sure he isn't, he just wants the best for me but... sometimes I feel cut out from my busyness."

The weight of her words lingered in the space between you both. For a brief moment, it felt like you could understand her, if only a little. You wanted to say something reassuring, but what could you say? Words seemed too small, too insignificant for what she was feeling.

Instead, you simply nodded. "Y'know," you murmured, your voice a little more steady than you felt. "You don’t have to carry all of it by yourself, you know?"

Maria blinked, her lips parting slightly as though she wanted to argue, but no words came. She glanced toward the floor, her fingers absentmindedly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I mean it," you continued, your tone soft but firm. "I know it probably feels like everyone expects you to be perfect all the time, but... You're allowed to take a step back. You’re allowed to need someone, something, or just a break once in a time."

For a moment, the room felt still, the weight of the conversation settling into a comfortable silence. Maria’s expression softened, her walls momentarily lowered. "You’re too kind," she said quietly, her lips curving into a faint, genuine smile. "Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me," you replied simply, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "Everyone deserves a break, and someone to lean on. You."

Maria gave a faint, almost wistful smile, her shoulders sagging slightly as if releasing some of the burden she’d been carrying. "Maybe you're right," she said, her tone almost playful, though it was clear she was still wrestling with her thoughts. "Thank you for your words. I'm quite glad I came here. It... Did a lot."

You watched her, feeling the weight of the moment, knowing that she wasn't just seeking answers, but someone to hear her, to understand the chaos of her life. You stood there with a smile, with her in the quiet, letting her thoughts spill out, offering nothing more than your presence in the midst of her storm.

"Either way, something about you, your presence, makes me feel safer than ever."

The words hit like a wave, gentle yet powerful, stirring a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t just what she said, but the way she said it — her voice dipping into an honesty that felt rare and precious. It was as if she’d peeled back a layer of herself she didn’t show to just anyone.

You found yourself searching for a response, anything to match the gravity of her confession, but your mind was a flurry of thoughts. What could you say to something like that? The quiet between you stretched, filled only by the faint hum of the shop and the delicate fragrance of flowers around you.

Your heart swelled with a strange, unfamiliar warmth, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this fragile, unspoken connection.

As the conversation came to a lull, Maria’s gaze fell on a display of fresh flowers near the front.

"I’ll take just one, the red flower there," she said, as if it was the most normal request in the world. She points her index finger to the flowers of carnations.

"Oh, the red carnation? I suppose so..." You replied, your voice hesitant, your thoughts trailing as you picked up the delicate bloom. Something about the entire exchange felt a bit surreal, like the weight of her presence and her sudden generosity was pressing down on you all at once. You wrapped the flower quickly, fingers brushing the soft paper, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Once the flower was neatly placed on the counter, you handed it over to her, expecting the usual polite exchange. But then, you were hit by the unexpected: she placed an absurdly large tip on the counter, the bills nearly spilling over the edge.

You stood there, dumbfounded, your mind racing to come up with a response. Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you were frozen, unable to find your voice. The tip was too much, too generous, and you weren't sure if it was the heat of her smile, the unexpectedness of it all, or just the sheer magnitude of her gesture that left you at a loss for words.

"No need to argue, just take it," Maria insisted, a smile still on her face. "I know you deserve it for all the hard work, and for being a great friend to me."

You tried to protest, but she waved it off, her hand brushing against your arm lightly as she turned to leave. The door swung shut behind her, and the shop was quiet again, but this time, it was filled with a sense of confusion and a bit of wonder. The scent of fresh flowers and the quiet hum of the lights seemed to weigh heavier in the air, as if the walls themselves were holding onto the tension left in her absence.

You're left in absolute perplexity. Maria's emotional walls had crumbled for just a moment, giving you a glimpse into the weight she carried. And then, without much transition, she shifted back to her usual confident self, ordering a single red carnation. No elaborate bouquet, no symbolic arrangement — just one simple flower.

The whole interaction felt surreal, as if you were caught in the middle of a dream that didn’t quite make sense, there were so many things about this woman being so surreal. Before you could even ask why or if she was okay, Maria pulled out her wallet and slid an absurdly large tip across the counter, and called you a great friend.

"Friend?"

The word rang in your head like a struck bell, leaving you frozen in place as she turned and headed for the door.

"I'm her friend?!" you muttered to yourself in disbelief, staring at the carnation in your hand and the stack of bills on the counter. It wasn’t just the tip that shocked you—it was the fact that, somewhere along the way, you’d apparently become someone important to her.

As the door closed behind her, the shop returned to its usual quiet, but the space she left behind felt anything but ordinary. You stood there for a long moment, trying to piece together what had just happened, the warmth of her words lingering like sunlight breaking through a cloudy sky.

Nonetheless, you retreated back behind the doors of the flower shop, the rhythmic motions of arranging blooms grounding you once more. It was almost as if the candid, deeply personal conversation with Maria de la Rosa — the same model who graced magazine covers with an effortless elegance and the same influencer whose beauty and lifestyle posts amassed millions of fans on her renowned channel — had been a figment of your imagination. The fragrance of roses and carnations surrounded you, soothing and familiar, contrasting sharply with the lingering whirlwind of emotions.

Each flower you handled felt like a quiet distraction, their delicate petals whispering reassurances as you immersed yourself in your work. Yet, no matter how diligently you focused on arranging vibrant bouquets, her words, her presence, and the undeniable significance of your encounter stayed with you, like an indelible mark etched onto your day.

Throughout the weeks, Maria's visits became a rhythm in your life, a quiet melody that played between the hustle of your work. Whether the conversation was light and professional or drifted into something more personal, there was one constant thread: each time, without fail, she left with a single red carnation flower.

"Another carnation today?" you asked during one afternoon, trying to sound casual as you wrapped the delicate bloom in tissue paper. Your hands worked deftly, but your heart drummed unevenly in your chest.

Maria smiled, the kind of smile that lingered in the air like a secret. "Of course. It’s tradition now, isn’t it?" she teased, her tone light yet somehow loaded, as if there were an unspoken meaning behind her words.

"Tradition?" You couldn’t help the nervous laugh that bubbled up. "Do you give these to someone special?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, your voice betraying the hesitance you felt.

Maria tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking with yours, piercing and playful. "Maybe, maybe not," she replied with a coy shrug.

Her words left you flustered, the subtle compliment blooming in your chest like the very flowers you handled daily. Her ambiguous answers always seemed to carry the weight of something unsaid, a secret tucked just out of reach. As she handed you the money, always more than necessary, you found yourself caught in the haze of possibilities.

Before she took another step away from the counter, you found yourself blurting out, "You really have a fascination with flowers, don't you?" The question slipped out before you could think twice about it, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn’t help it. After all, the flowers she had bought, the care she had to place them in her bedroom, and the way she seemed to light up every time she spoke about them, it felt like a fitting observation.

Maria paused mid-step, her fingers brushing lightly against the counter as she turned back toward you, her gaze softening. "I guess you could say that," she said with a thoughtful smile. "Flowers, always felt like a way to express things words can't. Which I can't, sometimes."

You watched her carefully as she spoke, noticing how the slightest smile touched her lips when she mentioned them. Flowers had become more than just a hobby for Maria; they were a window into her heart.

Each visit lingered in your mind like the faint, sweet fragrance of carnations, the pattern of her requests carving itself into your thoughts. Did it mean anything? Was she just kind, or was there something deliberate in the way her gaze softened when she spoke to you, in the way her hand brushed yours as you exchanged the flower?

The questions swirled around you, tugging at your focus like a persistent breeze, scattering your composure. Every interaction left you grasping for clarity, only to find yourself sinking deeper into the unknown. By the time she left, her scent still faintly in the air, you were left staring at the counter, your thoughts as tangled as the stems in your hands.

Later that evening, as you rearranged a shelf of flowers, your thoughts swirled like petals caught in a gust of wind. Red carnations symbolize romantic love. Romantic. Love. The word thudded in your mind, insistent and impossible to ignore.

Does that mean she likes someone? You frowned, the idea both logical and confusing. It made sense; someone as amazing as Maria would have someone special. But why does she keep coming here for a single carnation? The thought twisted in your chest, a strange mix of hope and doubt.

But then there was you. A stubborn part of you clung to the possibility, replaying her casual flirtations; the way her smiles lingered just a second too long, and her compliments that always felt more personal than professional. Could it be you?

"No way," you muttered to yourself, shaking your head. "Get a grip." Yet the thought refused to settle, flaring up every time her image crossed your mind. You couldn't deny that you liked her—how could you not? Her presence was magnetic, her kindness genuine. And you’d been a fan of her long before she started walking through the shop door or the email that changed you as a whole.

The internal debate consumed you for days, leaving you distracted and restless. Each time the bell over the door chimed, you half-expected to see her walk in, and your heart would leap in anticipation. It wasn’t until you threw yourself back into your routine: rearranging flowers, chatting with customers, that you managed to clear your mind.

For now, you decided, you’d leave the questions unanswered. But as you wrapped yet another red carnation for Maria during her next visit, a quiet, persistent hope bloomed in the corner of your heart.

Days pass by normally than as it should, although too normal for your likings.

You sat in the peaceful table, hands still trembling slightly as you arranged another bouquet. The light from the window streamed through the glass, casting a warm, golden hue over the flowers, but it felt like the glow had settled into you. An energy that lingered, filled with confusion and unspoken words. Then, your phone buzzed.

It was a text from her, Maria. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest as you read the message.

Hiii! Can you come to my house right now? Before I get kinda busy again.. I want you to teach me about arranging a bouquet.

The message was as simple as it was direct, and your mind whirled. Her house? Before you could even process, the next message came through, and with it, her address.

The world seemed to tilt as your breath caught. What? Was she being serious? You had barely processed the warmth of her words, and now, out of nowhere, you were about to step foot into her world. Into Maria de la Rosa’s real life. Your heart hammered as your fingers hovered over the phone screen, mind racing. What was going on?

All you could was reply a yes, on the way. Your manager wouldn't mind if you take a leave for today, they'll always know you do a lot on each shift you take.

Flustered and overwhelmed, you scrambled to get ready the flowers, things for the bouquet, and yourself. Your thoughts tumbling over each other like the petals in a breeze. It felt like you were about to do something completely out of your depth, but at the same time, the anticipation buzzed through you — an electric current running under your skin. A delicate invitation into a space where boundaries blurred, where your feelings and her casual, yet intimate, gestures seemed to entangle in the quiet moments you shared.

You weren’t just preparing to teach her about flowers. No, something more was brewing, though you couldn't quite place it.

When you arrived at her house, the world seemed to fall into a softer rhythm, the usual hum of city life dimming as you stood on her doorstep. The air around you felt still, as if everything was holding its breath, waiting for what was about to unfold.

Maria’s smile greeted you like sunlight through a window, warm yet playful, effortlessly making you feel at ease, as if this was just another one of those casual encounters. Still, there was something in the way she looked at you, a glint in her eyes that made the moment feel different. "Hi! I've been waiting to see you. You sure did come here quicker than I expected."

You let out a playful chuckle, your nerves settling a little, but you could feel that subtle undercurrent of anticipation. "I couldn’t leave you waiting too long, could I?" you responded, smiling in return, though your words felt more like a way to hide the rush of emotions swirling in your chest.

"You flatter me too much. Let's go to my bedroom."

She led you inside, her movements fluid and inviting, as if she had rehearsed this moment a thousand times, yet somehow, it felt new. Her home had an elegance to it, the kind that seemed effortless and yet thoughtfully curated.

As you made your way to her living room and to her own bedroom, you noticed the small touches, the delicate curtains; the soft lighting, and the subtle arrangement of her furniture, all somehow embodying the same grace that Maria herself radiated.

"So, shall we start?" you asked, your voice a little less steady than you intended, the tension in the room thick with an unspoken curiosity.

You moved closer to the table, the smell of fresh flowers swirling in the air like a gentle summer breeze. You picked up the first flower, its petals soft like the first touch of sunlight in the morning, and began to arrange it. Your hands, though skilled, were still shaking slightly as they moved with practiced precision, the familiar rhythm of arranging grounding you in the moment.

"Okay, see how the stems need to be cut at an angle first?" You explained, your fingers brushing lightly against the stems as you guided her. "It helps the flowers drink water more efficiently."

Maria followed your instructions, her fingers a bit hesitant at first, but she seemed to catch on quickly, her hands moving with a growing confidence. As she placed the flowers next to each other, adding the green fillers, there was a subtle energy in the air, like something was blooming between the two of you — not just the flowers on the table, but something you couldn’t quite place.

Eyeing her hesitant hands, you felt a quiet pull in your chest. You couldn’t help but reach out, walking behind her and placing your head on one of her shoulders to take a peek of her creation. Your fingers brushing against her hand, a moment of hesitation before you gently took her hands into yours. The warmth of her skin sent a jolt through you, a pulse that ran through your fingertips, spreading through your chest like the quiet thrum of a heartbeat.

You guided her fingers with slow, deliberate movements, your own touch gentle but firm, as if your hands were creating the space for something more than just a bouquet. You weren't sure how long you stood there, both of you just standing in the middle of this quiet moment, but every second felt drawn out like a note held too long.

The touch lingered longer than necessary. "Here, let me help you with the spacing. You want to create balance, make sure the flowers complement each other."

Her eyes flicked to yours, searching, but there was something guarded there, as if she were unsure whether she should pull away or stay. Her breath hitched for a split second, and you nearly pulled your hands back in response, but something stopped you: a pull, like gravity, holding you both in place.

Her hand felt warm against yours, like the heat of a flame just starting to catch. You could feel the pulse in your fingertips, the quiet intensity of the moment settling over you. You couldn’t look at her, not now, not with your heart threatening to break free from your chest.

"Like this?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur, breaking through your spiraling thoughts. You nodded, the words caught in your throat.

"Yeah," you said, your voice sounding distant to your own ears. "Perfect. Just like that."

Maria didn’t move her hand away immediately, and you felt it, the heat of her touch lingering between you like a secret you weren’t ready to face. You could sense the shift in the air, like the quiet before a storm, but you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge it. Instead, you focused on the flowers, hoping to push aside the rush of feelings that threatened to overwhelm you.

Finally, you let go, your hands lingering for just a second too long, as if the air itself was holding onto that connection. You took a step back, your pulse still racing in your chest, unsure of what had just happened. Maria, too, pulled her hands back slowly, the moment slipping through your fingers like sand.

She smiled at her creation, a soft, knowing smile that seemed to pull at something deep inside of you. But just as quickly as the moment had bloomed, it was gone. You stepped back, still holding onto the flicker of warmth in your palm, but you didn’t dare look up to see if she felt it too.

Maria's eyes met yours, but you quickly glanced away, the weight of the moment too heavy to hold. "I think you’ve got the hang of it," you said, your words forced, like you were trying to fill the silence with something, anything, to mask the way your heart pounded in your chest.

She smiled up at you, her expression unreadable, but there was a softness in her gaze that hadn’t been there before. "Thanks," she said quietly, her voice a little more subdued, like the weight of the moment had settled over her too, "can you teach me more and some tips too?"

"Ah, yeah, can do."

While teaching her more about the basics; tips and tricks of arranging a bouquet, you found yourself stealing glances at the red carnations she'd bought from the shop. They were conspicuously absent from the room, and curiosity gnawed at you.

Finally, unable to hold it in, you asked, "hey, about the red carnations you always buy as some kind of 'tradition' you quote, where are they? I haven’t seen them around here."

Maria paused, her fingers stilling as she looked at you with a small, almost secretive smile. "Oh, about that..." she said casually, as though the answer was nothing at all. "I'm... hiding them, of course."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What, is this also a part of the tradition too? Ms. de la Rosa" you teased, trying to keep the mood light, though your heart was racing slightly in your chest.

She seemed to consider this for a moment, her gaze flicking toward the window before returning to you, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "Oh, you... But maybe," she said softly, her voice almost laced with something unspoken. "It's just for someone I may consider, I love."

"You... Love? You like someone?"

Her eyes sparkled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. She continued, her voice soft, almost affectionate. "I'll be honest, I guess so. They have this wonderful appearance, this cute demeanor, and this soft voice that’s... Well, it’s lovely. All of it is so charming." The way she spoke seemed so tender, so deliberate, and yet your brain still couldn’t quite connect the dots.

You nodded, keeping your response calm and friendly. "Sounds nice," you said, trying to mask the confusion (and somewhat jealousy that you don't know) swirling inside. You kept your tone light, not thinking much of it, but in the back of your mind, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had missed something.

Maria’s smile seemed to falter ever so slightly, just enough for you to notice if you were paying attention. But, not being particularly sharp in matters of the heart, you brushed it off, convincing yourself it was just a fleeting thought.

The visit was short, much shorter than you had thought. Maria’s work life was demanding, and she had to get back to it. After a few more minutes of flower arranging instruction, you left her home, your thoughts tangled in the quiet of the journey back. The red carnations still lingered in your mind, but more than that, it was her words that echoed, leaving you with more questions than answers.

What was going on with you, and about her? You couldn’t quite decipher it, but somehow, as you walked back to your home, the feeling that there was something more lingering between you both began to settle deep in your chest.

It was one of those quiet weekends where time seemed to slow down, the kind where the world outside felt distant and you could just relax into the comfort of your space. The only sound was the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustling of your blanket. You were sprawled on the bed, scrolling aimlessly, when your phone buzzed, slicing through the calm like a sudden gust of wind.

Hi againn, I just wanna ask something I would like to send my apologies which is right now before I send what I want to ask cause this might be a bit too sudden or unexpected hahaha.. can you send me your address? it's a bit important right now

You paused for a second, wondering what she could possibly need your address for. But without giving it too much thought, you typed it out, fingers moving quickly over the keys. You know her address and she should probably know yours too by now, right?

Another message followed shortly after you sent a reply including your full address.

Thank you <33 I'll be there in an hour or two

That’s when your pulse quickened.

"An hour or two?! She wasn't actually kidding—"

What was she planning to do? You glanced around your room in a mild panic, rushing to change into something a bit more presentable, since you looked like a mess right now. You opted for something that still felt casual enough for a lazy evening but formal enough to feel like you were making an effort.

You had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, each passing minute stretching longer than the last. Your nerves humming with anticipation. Just as you were about to settle your mind, a knock at the door jolted you from your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat, adrenaline surging through you. You scrambled to answer, almost tripping over your own feet in your hurry.

And there she was.

Maria de la Rosa, standing at your doorstep with a radiant smile that could have brightened the entire block. Her presence seemed to fill the space, making everything feel lighter. But it wasn’t just her smile that caught your attention: it was the mysterious object hidden behind her back. You raised an eyebrow, curiosity bubbling up inside you, wondering what she was hiding.

"Hi," Maria said, her voice light but with an unspoken depth beneath it. It made your heart do a little flip, the soft tone of her words wrapping around you like a warm, comforting blanket.

"Hey," you managed to stammer, still a bit taken aback. "Thinking about it, you never told me why you're here."

Maria's smile deepened as she took a step closer, her eyes glinting with something you couldn't quite place. "I'll tell you," she said, her voice almost teasing. "Just once I'm inside and the door is shut, okay?"

The mystery hung in the air like a delicate thread, pulling you in, making your curiosity itch. You opened the door wider, stepping aside to let her in, your mind racing with questions. What was it she had to tell you that felt so important, so private?

She stepped inside, the door closing behind her with a soft click. There was a quiet tension in the air now, something charged that made the room feel a little smaller, a little more intimate. She took a deep breath, then spoke again, this time her voice softer but steady.

"You don't know how long I’ve been desiring this moment," she said, her voice light but carrying an undertone of something deeper. It fluttered something in your chest, the words wrapping around you like a soft, warm blanket. "And I thought I never knew someone that oblivious until you."

You stood still, a sense of confusion weaving through you, unsure of what exactly she meant. Her words lingered in the air, sweet yet cryptic, leaving you to untangle their meaning.

Maria, still holding something behind her back, watched you carefully, as if she were waiting for the pieces to click into place. The silence between you two stretched just a bit longer before she finally took a small step forward, her eyes softening as she spoke again.

"Yeah? I'm gonna be oblivious if I don't get a hint at all."

She chuckled softly, a light, teasing sound that only made your heart race more. Great, you look like a fool now. And you looked more like it, still reeling from her words, when you finally smelled something hovering the air.

It’s a scent that carries weight, like a secret or a memory waiting to be discovered, and in this moment, it envelops you completely. The red carnations, with their bold hue, seem to emanate a warmth that matches the scent itself. It’s as if they’re telling you something, inviting you to breathe them in deeper, to notice their beauty—not just in their color, but in the way they fill the air, making everything around you feel alive and in motion.

The scent of red carnations is undeniably rich, distinct, and evocative. Unlike the more delicate and subtle fragrances of some flowers, red carnations carry a deeper, almost spicy sweetness that draws you in. It's a fragrance that can be described as warm, like the earth after a fresh rainfall, grounded and vibrant at the same time. The scent is often a blend of clove-like warmth and a light floral sweetness, creating an aroma that's simultaneously comforting and a bit intoxicating.

As you breathe in, the sharpness of the floral notes lingers in your nostrils, while a soft, almost powdery undertone settles in your chest. There's a lingering note of something woody or herbaceous, adding to the complexity of the scent, reminding you of a garden after dusk, where the earth and flowers converge into a single, tangible essence. The fragrance isn’t overwhelming; it’s present, like a soft, persistent whisper, weaving through the air and gently caressing your senses.

"I’ve admired you since the first time I saw you," Maria said, her gaze never leaving yours." At first, it was just admiration, but then it turned into something more. Something I couldn’t ignore. You’ve always been unintentionally cute with your little quirks... Funny, caring, and just... Kind. Despite our busyness because of our careers, it still made me realize... I love you."

Her words hung in the air like a delicate perfume, surrounding you with warmth and a bit of awe. You stood frozen for a moment, your mind scrambling to catch up with what she was saying. Love? You hadn’t expected this, hadn’t seen it coming, but now that she had said it, everything felt... different.

Maria gently offered the bouquet of red carnations she’d made herself — just like you’d taught her. You could see the care she had put into arranging the flowers, each stem positioned with purpose. The same flowers she had bought from your shop weeks ago now symbolizing something far beyond just a customer’s simple order.

You took the bouquet from her, your hands trembling slightly as you met her gaze. The heat of the moment hit you, but so did the realization. You’d always cared for her. You’d always admired her, maybe even liked her in ways you hadn’t allowed yourself to recognize before. But now, everything was crystal clear.

"I... I love you too," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. Your heart raced, and you took a deep breath, gathering the courage to let the words spill out, words you had kept hidden for so long. "I always admired you too: everything about you. Your looks, your voice... they always drew me in, but I thought maybe it was just admiration. But, I always liked you and loved you."

As the weight of your words settled into the air between you two, the silence that followed felt different; comfortable, like the calm after a storm. Maria’s eyes twinkled with joy, her lips curving into a soft smile, almost like she couldn’t believe it either. You both stood there for a moment, caught in the whirlwind of everything just falling into place, before it all seemed to hit you at once.

And then, in the quiet warmth of the moment, you both burst into laughter, the kind that bubbled up from deep inside, releasing all the tension that had been building. It was a beautiful sound—unrestrained and genuine. You couldn’t help but laugh with her, feeling the weight of the world lift from your shoulders as the joy between you bloomed.

You embraced her arms too,

Maria wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, still grinning. "So," she said, her voice dipping lower, teasing, "does this mean I may... Kiss you?"

The air seemed to still for a second, the words hanging there like a promise. The question lingered in your chest like a tender secret you had both been waiting to acknowledge.

“Yes,” you said, barely able to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips.

And with that simple, yet profound exchange, Maria stepped closer, her presence almost electric now. The space between you felt like it was charged with an undeniable pull, the closeness of it making your heart beat faster. She leaned in, and time seemed to slow, the world outside your little bubble fading into a blur.

Her lips met yours in a soft, slow kiss — a kiss that tasted of sweetness and the promise of something new. There was a tenderness in it, like the first rain after a long drought. The warmth of her body against yours, the soft pressure of her lips, it all melded into a feeling of rightness, like everything had led to this moment.

The kiss was gentle, almost tentative, as though you both were savoring the newfound connection, unsure whether to rush or take it in slowly. Your hand, still holding the bouquet of carnations, the faint scent of the flowers lingering in the air, mixing with the soft warmth of her skin. It was a moment suspended in time, one that felt both completely new and strangely familiar, like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.

When you finally pulled away, there was a lingering softness, the air around you filled with the quiet contentment of shared emotions. Maria smiled, her eyes sparkling with a newfound light. "I’ve wanted this for so long," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

You playfully laugh knowing what to say next, "And I never knew I could be dating the Maria de la Rosa in my whole life!" you replied. Really, you would never knew in your whole life, not even as a possibility.

Maria chuckled softly at your words, her eyes gleaming with amusement, yet something deeper in them—something more vulnerable. She brushed a strand of hair from her face, looking at you as if she were seeing you for the first time, a new spark of warmth in her gaze. "Well, you know," she said with a playful smirk, "I’m not just the Maria de la Rosa you see on camera, you know. I’m just... Me."

Her voice was light, but it held the weight of a thousand unsaid things, the quiet vulnerability of someone who'd spent so much time in the spotlight that being seen for who they really were felt like both a gift and a risk.

You smiled back, the full meaning of her words sinking in. You had always admired her from afar, watched her from your little corner of the world, unsure if someone like her could ever look your way. But here she was, with you, and the world outside seemed to fade into the background. Everything felt so surreal, yet so real, as if the universe had quietly shifted to make this moment happen.

"Well," you said softly, your hand brushing against hers once more, a gentle reassurance, "I’m glad it’s you. I don't mind anything else." The words felt natural, a truth you didn’t realize you’d always known until now.

"Yes, but maybe let's keep this a secret for now," Maria murmured, her voice soft like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze. There was a vulnerability to it, an unspoken hesitation, but also a sense of trust. She looked at you, her eyes searching for your response, a subtle spark of hope flickering in them.

You nodded, the air between you feeling light yet charged with something deeper, a shared understanding. "No worries, I don’t mind it either that much since it makes sense, so of course," you replied, your voice steady, yet there was a small tremor of excitement you couldn’t quite hide.

Maria’s expression softened as if she’d been holding her breath all this time. Then, a small sigh escaped her lips, her gaze turning downward. "And before you say something: maybe I should’ve bought the other flowers for the bouquet..." she mused, a playful yet uncertain edge to her words, her fingers absently touching the petals of the red carnations in your hands.

The soft scent of the flowers hung in the air, mingling with the lingering warmth between the two of you. The carnations, with their delicate red petals, seemed to echo the very essence of her—beautiful, slightly wistful, but undeniably real.

But you were incredibly sure that wasn't she meant.

"Roses are more overused, so it's fine," you replied casually, your gaze lingering on the bouquet in your hands. "I don’t mind if there isn’t that much diversity with it." The red carnations seemed to whisper their own story; bold, simple, yet undeniably elegant. You couldn’t help but feel that, in their own quiet way, they spoke volumes about how Maria had expressed her feelings.

"Thank you so much," Maria sighed in relief, her eyes softening with a vulnerability that was rare yet beautiful to see. "And now that I’m here, and we are... dating, I’ve always wanted to spend time with you. Spend the whole day, or even every day together. So I was wondering if we could—"

"Always." You smiled, cutting her off gently, as your heart swelled with a newfound warmth. "I don't have much to do today either, so I’m more than glad that I can spend my time with you."

Maria’s smile deepened, her gaze steady as a quiet understanding passed between the two of you. "I’m glad too."

Ever since, you feel a sensation of blossom from the bouquet of the red carnations Maria handed you.

[keyleth-clay]

Critical Role Moodboards: Arlo Black

[tavernlords]

Silk (A King’s Choice Lance x Fem!Reader Oneshot)

“No, no! Not like that! Like THIS!”

My old man yanks his sword upward with a swift and hearty grunt. 

TINNGGGGGggggg....

The sound of my ornate steel shortsword hits a stone pillar and reverberates off the great castle’s arena walls, and my arm goes flailing. I topple off my feet, hitting the hard ground as it sharply shoves the air out of my lungs. 

“LORD!” My voice is harsh and shoots across the empty room. My back!  I groan painfully, I thought I had that counter down already!

“Woah! Careful there, Greg! I wouldn’t want you to be responsible for my one good eye!”

Still grimacing in pain, my eyes launch up to a voice coming from the entrance of the arena. It’s soothing and deep. It almost takes the bloody pain away. Almost.

“And Your Highness... That is no language for a queen.” 

The handsome and staunch man leans over me, hands behind his back, with an upside down, small, and nearly smug smirk. I stick out my tongue very un-queenlike and squeeze my eyes shut.

He chuckles lightly and offers a soft hand to lift me up. His skin feels like fine Persian cat fur in it’s gentility. I begin to wonder what it’d be like to flaunt elegant nails instead of nubs. To wield quills instead of daggers. A soft chest without dozens of scars.

He looks up as Greg greets him. I stumble onto him as I struggle to get up, but he supports me.

“Lance! Finally took time off of your duties, I see?” Greg firmly puts his hands on his hips. Lance huffs, “No, actually, I’m here on duty, sir. I would like to request Your Highness. I need to discuss a document I’ve recently received regarding current silk trade policies.” Greg sighs expectantly, flopping his arms back down to it’s stationary position, “Of course you are...”

Really?! I wince to myself I thought we handled silk trade policies already! That was so time-consuming and boring. I almost got the technique down, too!

“Greg, is that really okay? You’ve been trying to get time in with me for weeks, and I think if I train a little more I’ll get it.”

He sighs. “Duty calls. There is always more time, My Lord. I best be off.”

Metal hinges whine as the great wooden gate Lance entered through now shuts. The locks echo deeply throughout the palace as they click into place like a puzzle.

I look up at Lance, and I find myself still using him for support. He notices this before I even have the time to process it and asks: “How is your back?”

“Fi-” My mind whips back to my injury with a piercing jolt. “AGHH!!” My eyes begin watering; my heart bounces around my ribcage. The adrenaline rush wears off.

Suddenly, I’m lifted off the ground and hurried to be sat nearby a stone pillar. I feel my stomach like a chrysalis ready to bloom, but I dismiss the feeling as anxiety. I didn’t know Lance could pick me up so easily... And he said he sits at his desk all day!

“Your Highness! Please, be easy on yourself. You’ve been much too hard on yourself these days.” His expression is twisted uncomfortably in concern. My spine aches against his thighs where he laid me, so I groan. Placing my head there instead, he brushes my hair back so it’s away from my eyes.

I smile, sighing comfortably at this position and moving stiffly to readjust. My face is turned towards his stomach, my hands are clasped and lightly rested on his abs, and my spine is pointed away from him. I close my eyes for a moment to take everything in.

My warm, sweaty skin. My lively, pulsating heart. My senses full of Lance’s fragrance, a touch of vanilla and rosemary. My exhaustion from tireless training sessions with Greg... Everything feels right and calming.

“Hey...” My voice is light and quiet. He softly caresses my face so we make eye contact. “You can quit it with the ‘Your Highness’ now. You can call me by my name, Lance.”

“I think ‘Your Highness’ is just fine.” His eyelashes reflect the light of the sun going down in the arena’s windows. “Why would I want to change it?”

“Well... Can you at least try it?”

He grins gently. “Of course, My Lord.”

His grin gets bigger and sloppier, and after a few second of silence, he laughs to himself.

“What?! What’s so funny?! You don’t like my name or something?” My giggling covers up any kind of seriousness I was trying to fake as I playfully bop him with my fists.

“No- hahaha! I just- I’ve never said it to you before, Your-” He clears his throat to seem more professional and put together. “Y/N...”

My smile spreads like a wildfire. I attempt at a nice, hearty laugh but nothing comes out. All I can feel is my face heating up and my chest exploding like cargo ships.

His soft hand is still resting on my cheek. We linger there and the world felt like it was waiting for us. The sun didn’t set; the hourglass remained empty.

And then, I remembered.

“Weren’t you... here for the...” Slowly, he lifted the back of my head, my hair flowing like waterfalls and pooling on his trousers. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips, expectant, waiting. I didn’t know why. He was my advisor. Until now, it’s just been... professional. But maybe... Yea... I could get behind this...

I reach for him as if I’m trying to grab the moon from the sky. My fingers entangle his silken hair that danced in the golden hour. I pull for him anxiously. 

Lance’s lips are graceful and pillowy like a snow cloud. As if they’ve never been touched or tainted. As if only kind words have been spoken. As if he has never tasted his own or another’s blood. Oh, to have his lips... How wonderful it is to share it with him this once, however long it might last...

Once we stop, I can barely believe what’s happening. But I’m happy and warm. Who cares about our current silk trade policies... I’ve got my silk right here.

[morningstargirl666]

hie!! obsessed with your fic and while (patiently) waiting for updates, i have THE biggest craving for fics with the same vibes as your fic & The Wolf by yokan. for instance, fics with caroline in NOLA with lots of mikaelson family dynamics and just her being around them or being considered as a part of their family. i'm lowkey a sucker for found-family kinda tropes if its not obvious lol.

i haven't read alot of kc fics yet so honestly just hit me with any fic!! popular or underrated everything works since i'm technically very new in the fandom! :D

thankyou for the recs in advance!!

Thanks so much! Specifically NOLA fics:

Blood and a Quick Murder (and isn't that how it always is) by KS_Caster

After a magical accident turns Caroline into a human, she discovers that her values don't match up with her friends' like she thought they did. She discovers that some choices are permanent - and some aren't. Oneshot - complete.

Whisper To Help Me Remeber by LaLainaJ

Put down by Tristan Klaus waits. And plans. Once awakened he's thrilled to set out and get revenge. A wrinkle forms when he hears news of Caroline, and is told that she's been working for his enemies. Klaus is determined to find out why, and soon learns that something is not quite right with her. He'll fix it, whatever it takes. Uses TO characters but ignores most TO canon.

Like The Sun Shines by LaLainaJ

"Klaus finds himself blinking down at his phone for an embarrassingly long length of time while he filters his brother's usual nonsense and the pertinent information sinks into his brain. Caroline is in New Orleans." It's an average Wednesday in NOLA until it isn't.

Fallen by klarolineepiclove

Caroline Forbes was a woman with a secret. Running from a shattered past, she settles in New Orleans, determined to disappear in the crowds and chaos. When her path continually crosses with the Mikaelson family, her plans go awry. When she finds herself drawn to the charasmatic Klaus, she begins to wonder: How far can you run before the past catches up with you? AU/AH Klaroline

Break Your Promise by Fearfrost

"What can I do?" He breathed. He knew in that moment listening to her fall apart hundreds of miles away he'd do anything she asked. "Break your promise."

Wicked Schemes by willowaus

Old family secrets lead Caroline on a journey of self-discovery and into the dark underbelly of New Orleans as Klaus works to reclaim his kingdom and rebuild the family he's slowly destroyed over the centuries. A TVD/The Originals crossover.

Someone's First Choice by unpublishednovelist

How many times can Tyler put their relationship on hold, ignoring her calls and hiding in the mountains of Appalachia, before Caroline finally snaps? He's pushing her away. Who could blame her for being pushed to something else? Someone else --- A rewrite of the TVD S5E1 scene where Tyler leaves Caroline yet another stupid message about how she's not the most important thing in his life.

throw roses into the abyss by marxandangels

Throw roses into the abyss and say: Here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive. Caroline goes to see Klaus in New Orleans after her mom's death, humanity free. That choice changes her life from the foundations, every single brick of it --- I think that the whole humanity switch thing is the dumbest plot device in TVD, but also the most interesting. What is humanity, really? What are the edges of it? What would it /actually/ mean to be able to turn that on and off?

Not NOLA, but the Mikaelson family dynamics are off the charts:

not for him a watery grave by MyLadyElise

He's saved her life, more than once. Doesn't she owe him the same? An alliance, a rescue, a race against time. A possibility. Hope. AU after Season 3: Before Sunset.

Persistence of Memory by perfectpro

Caroline comes to New Orleans, nervous to see Klaus after their last argument. As it turns out, she doesn't need to worry about him being angry. He doesn't remember the argument. After all, how can he when he doesn't even remember who she is?

a vampire, a brother, and a pack of wolves walk into a bar by banazie

In which Kol angers a pack of wolves with moonlight rings, his girls’ night out with Caroline is ruined, and Klaus feels particularly dagger-y.

where the heart moves stones by darkness_shows_the_stars

Caroline’s planned college experience in New York, so far away from her magic-infested hometown, keeps getting interruped because the Originals have apparently decided that her dorm room is free game. Getting away from supernatural drama was so much easier in theory.

the fate makes for a lousy poet by darknes_shows_the_stars

It is not unheard of. Soulmates born too far apart to ever meet. Caroline did her research thoroughly. It’s just rare. And for all that she’d known her entire life that her fated other half was dead long, long before she was even a gleam in her mother’s eye … it’s unfair. --- Everyone is born with a soulmate. It just so happens that a millennium divides Caroline from hers.

There's tons more. Search through my fic rec tag in my tumblr archive if you want more fic recs, or browse my AO3 bookmarks, I've answered a few asks like this one ✨

[theallianceofcelestials]

Hi there!

I saw that you are/were friends with the creators of Stellar Remnants and as someone who knows one of them irl and has heard their non-stop yapping about your stuff I took it upon myself to ask what that little rat is too scared to ask!

What would the SEA Family’s reaction be to the relationships developed within Stellar Remnants?

Also, to give some relationship breakdowns that I actually do surprisingly have permission to share from CoastxlWater’s themself:

You don’t see much of the celestials in the main fic, but from my friend’s rambles about the what-ifs and oneshots series the Remnant Family do infact think about the celestials a good bit to where there are technically relationships

Eclipse hates moon basically, but a good chunk of that hate stems from fear and the knowledge of knowing Moon won’t give up. Since as we know, Eclipse was infact once Moon and so he knows how the bot would act.

Solar Flare would infact do the same thing it did to KC to Moon if it ever gets its claws on him, you don’t mess with Flare and especially not its father.

Bloodmoon wants to basically harass everyone in the celestial family. But due to Eclipse’s creative threats and tracker planted in them they haven’t tried anything yet, or atleast that is what Coastxl has told me about the upcoming prompts.

No one in the Remnants family hate Sun so to say, but no one exactly likes him. Eclipse and Bloodmoon with their distrust of the sunny animatronic and Solar Flare carries its own opinions on Sun.

Eclipse still cares about Lunar, and Bloodmoon does as well but neither would say they like Lunar, because they don’t. Surprisingly it’s Flare to have the major problem here, because from what Coastxl has told me Flare doesn’t appreciate the kids actions. Flare apparently has strong opinions on why Lunar was wrong to turn on Eclipse, especially because Moon’s own treatment of Sun. So Flare is the one who mainly dislikes Lunar.

Surprisingly no one in the family have strong opinions on Solar, and apparently one line Coastxl does have planned for a future chapter is, “Solar? I don’t care for Moon’s little lap dog, I mean yeah he helps Moon and all but they are family who usually treat each other right so it’s understandable, though Solar is a pushover. People pleaser, even.” - Eclipse

Same as Solar no one has strong opinions on Earth, they all kind of just ignore the cheerful ‘sister’ and only plan for Moon, Sun, Solar, and Lunar ever finding where they are. Or really Eclipse is the only one planning and worrying, Bloodmoon and Flare are just trying to get Eclipse to stop worrying.

One thing they all have in common though is a hatred for Monty, and yes that does include Bloodmoon. No one really likes Monty.

I think their relationships with KC are shown well enough in the making fic, Coastxl said they might try developing the hatred and fear more through more night terrors and maybe even a few complete group hallucinations, so they do have a deep fear of KC is all I’m saying.

And before you ask, “how do u know u have permission to say this if they don’t know about you having all of their socials and links to the stuff they like?” Well, they said and I quote: “hm? Oh yeah you can spoil it if you want it’s not like it’s some huge surprise or anything- oh your asking this for possible future blackmail huh? Well fuck you I could give less of a fuck about you spoiling this, HAH”

I dunno if we're on friend levels yet, though tbf I don't really do any of these online friendship things often thanks to crippling anxiety 👍

Also they didn't shut up about my stuff? :0 Somehow I'm still surprised people seem to like my stuff, haha

Also, if anyone tries murdering me in my sleep because of this post, I'm throwing you under the bus <3 /silly

Weeeeeeeell, SEA and SR are pretty different relationshipwise, which would be a surprise to the SEA family.

Solar Flare and Eclipse wouldn't be able to imagine a father-son relationship between themselves, though Solar Flare would understand Flare's attachement to Eclipse, because it's also pretty attached to its own. Even if differently.

Killcode would be greatly saddened there's such a shitty version of himself, and he'd be torn between trying to fix their opinion of him and staying away, if only because he knows more now about trauma and those sorts of things. He too wouldn't want to see the people who caged him and his family in, so he can understand why the Remnants family would want to stay away. Doesn't mean he wouldn't be very tempted to change their opinion tho

Bloodmoon would find how Flare is so much younger an amusing difference they'd use to tease their own brothers. It's too good an opportunity to waste. They just have to do it.

Lunar would be freaked by the dislike of that Solar Flare, used to his brother being reliant, protective, quietly loving and most importantly, patient and always there. He wouldn't know what to do with a version of them that's more hostile with him.

Moon would once again be surprised while also not about just how much he sucks. He wouldn't blame the family though, because he knows he's awful. He would feel more comfortable staying away.

Sun would take one look at it and shrug. He can't do anything, it's none of his business, if those people want something they'll approach each other and work out their issues. He's more than aware family can be complicated and there can be lots of resentment and hostility and dislike, especially with everything that's going on. He also wouldn't be offended by someone looking down on him, because he's aware at first glance he really does appear pathetic.

Over all, the SEA family is surprised, sad and disappointed by the state of the Stellar Remnants dimension, but not like they can do much about it. They have to decide to change their relationships if they want to be something different. Although they'd prefer if these people didn't try murdering each other

(Also, SEA Eclipse thinks the four arms are cool and wishes he was built like that too. Everyone else is just glad the sleep-deprieved fuck doesn't have another pair of hands to overwork himself with)

[tsbs-shipfessions]

I love Solar x Sun and Solar flare x Sun so much Will fully admit to reading every single Solar x Sun fic and oneshot. Their dynamic is so yummy. I haven't seen it written really but I really like it when Solar teases Sun and gets under his skin and Sun just 180 retaliates. He teases and fights back. It's just so fun when othe sides of Solar and Sun get to come out and play. I also like the ones where Solar pines so hard for Sun and he's all "im too guilty to date Sun cause I killed my Sun" it's so angsty and spicy all at the same time. I have only found one Solar flare x Sun fic and it was the most scrumptious thing ever but it was actually Eclipse x Sun x Solar flare (still amazing 10/10 writing). I wish we got to see more of Solar flare but there's something so interesting about the series militant body guard type dude falling for the sweet anxious little nanny guy. it's such a cute little trope. I'm also not over the toxic yaoi that is Eclipse x Sun. I like it when they fight, when they get nasty, when they call each other names. Anything with them goes in my mind. They could build each other up or break each other down. I'd be here for both.

KC x Sun is also a guilty pleasure. I haven't seen it yet but it'd be really funny if someone wrote something where KC and Sun act like the parents for Bloodmoon, Lunar, and Eclipse. I just haven't seen that done yet (maybe I'm looking in the wrong spot)

Anything involving Sun really and I'm down bad for it.

What's your favorite Sun ship? Could you go into detail what you enjoy about it? Any good recommendations?

Eh? My favorite??? Huh. Don't really have one, sorry. Not something I usually think about.

((...But I as the mod have favorites, lol. I'd say for Sun; Solarsun and Suneclipse are my favorites. Solarsun can be cute and angsty, and Suneclipse scratches my enemies to lovers itch. Still don't have many good recommendations though, sorry. I've been slacking when it comes to reading fanfiction </3))

[valkresdarkside]

Ok more blade breeding au oneshot bc my new project won't let me draw lewds for a while (fuck animation istg) tw: rape, mindbreak

Blade gritted his teeth as the aphrodisiac started taking effect on his body. The pain on his rotor and landing gear slowly became numb, and his rear started getting wet in heat.

The Owner smirked as he explored Blade's shivering frame with his tentacles, causing Blade to bit his lower lip to hold back his moans. His valve cover was being teased, rubbed by the wet, slimy tentacles. His panels opened up involuntarily to the assault, revealing his soaked folds.

"H-haa..." Blade moaned as some smaller tentacles crept their way into his valve. It felt...weird. The tentacles effortlessly explored his walls, finding the sensitive nodes and tugged on them. His mind screamed, telling him to escape, but the lack of rotor blades and landing gears gave him no choice but to stay in his spot, letting the tentacles turn him into a shivering and moaning mess.

Then he cried out, eyes shot open, as a thick tentacle rammed its way into his folds without any warning.

"Hm, hm, this is perfect," the Owner hummed as he drove closer to observe Blade's rear. "Now let's see if you can handle more than this."

Blade screamed as more of the thick tentacles forced their ways into him. He had never felt so vulnerable. He couldn't even squirm nor roll away an inch. Verbal responses and his shaking body were the only things he could manage as the tentacles laid claim on his body.

"S-stop thiiiis...." he begged. The tentacles had spread his insides wider than what he thought was possible. The aphrodisiac actually worked and turned the pain into pleasure, and Blade got scared by the thought. He wasn't an object! He wasn't supposed to feel this way! But his body disobeyed him as his moans got higher in pitch, climax getting closer.

He didn't even realize that the Owner had already parked himself in front of him, smirking mischievously. He stopped as Blade was about to reach his peak and withdrew his tentacles, making the helo whine to the sudden emptiness in his tunnels.

"Raven," the Owner called to the tanker, "now's the time for your reward."

The KC-767 smirked and rolled closer. He parked himself right above Blade, towering the much smaller helo.

Blade heard the sounds of panels clicking and shifting. No, no, no, please don't, he begged silently as he felt a huge shaft's tip pressing against his valve, rubbing it with precum.

The Owner chuckled seeing Blade's pleading stare. No more angry stare, no more growls nor threats. Just a helpless helo that had already learned his place, and soon would be turned into a breeding stock.

"I want his tank's cover destroyed."

"Consider it done, my liege," the tanker smirked, positioning himself.

"No, no, no, please don't, it won't fi—mmmf!" Blade's pleads were silenced by a tentacle shoving itself into his mouth, pumping a huge amount of aphrodisiac into his throat. Blade gagged on the tentacle as Raven started pushing his shaft into his swollen valve, making his eye roll back from the pain-turned-pleasure.

Raven didn't take his time to let Blade adjust. He straight up plowed his member into the poor helo's depth, spreading it wide and cracked his outer panels. The tentacles kept Blade in his spot, preventing his body from getting stuck to, nor getting dragged by the huge spike.

Blade could only whimper with the tentacles in his throat, gagged sounds released themselves from his throat. He felt full. He felt impaled.

"I wanted to make your first products to look as similar to you as possible, but..." the Owner pulled the tentacle out of Blade's mouth, "seeing how you'd endure a huge Boeing's baby would be fun to see."

Blade's eyes shut themselves from both the pleasure and fear. He was scared of what other atrocious stuff they'd do to him, what they were turning himself into, and the fact that he was starting to enjoy the rough intercourses.

Raven was pounding his secondary tank's lid mercilessly, turning Blade into a moaning mess below his fuselage.

"S-slow dooownnnn.... Haa... I-I'm gonna break...." Blade pleaded, the pleasure was too much for him.

"That's the point, slut," Raven growled. "I'm gonna break your mind and body. Breeding stocks don't get to think nor speak, after all~"

Raven slammed his shaft, causing Blade's tank to break, letting the huge member break into his secondary tank.

Blade screamed. Even with the aphrodisiac, it hurt. But it hurt so good. He got overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure as he hit orgasm, exploding from both his shaft and valve. His eyes rolled back as Raven kept pounding into him even as he cummed, triggering every single sensitive nodes. It was all too much. Too much.

Then he stopped thinking and let himself be overtaken by pleasure.

Raven hit his climax not long after that, filling Blade's secondary tank with his seed, causing the helo's fuselage to bulge from the huge amount of semen. The tanker pulled its shaft out, causing his cum to flow out of Blade's swollen valve.

The Owner used a tentacle to plug his valve with a magnetic dildo, preventing more semen from dripping out. It'd be a waste, and he needed this helo pregnant.

He smirked at Blade's empty gaze, eyelids half open, his face had no signs of resistance left. They had successfully broken the fire chief's mind, turning him into a perfect breeding stock with nothing but sexual pleasure in his mind.

"Connect him to the machines. I want the product to be delivered within a month."

"Yes, sir!" Several forklifts and tugs saluted before they lifted Blade's spent body onto a trailer and took him away.

[tsams-simps-and-co-corner]

Hello!!

This blog exists because I’m bored and thought this would be fun. Besides, someone had to do it eventually. But yeah this is a SAMS/LAES x/& Reader blog.

I’m not doing oneshots or fics, just imagines and HCs. All readers will gender neutral unless you request a specific gender (not ABGB please). You must specify where in the timeline you want this to take place. 5 characters is max per requests

I WILL WRITE

Angst

Heavy angst

Fluff

Platonic and Romantic x readers (found family and biological family is fine! But so are readers who are just friends with them)

Queer readers

AUs (like the fanmade ones)

I WON’T WRITE

Smut/nsfw

Kink/fetish

Minor x Adult /MAP/p*do

Anything political

Self Harm and eating disorders

Anti-religious stuff

Homophobic or transphobic stuff

Pregnancy

Characters I will write romantic stuff for

☀️Sun🐈‍⬛

💥Ekleipsis🌑 (OG Eclipse)

🩸Harvest🌙 (OG Bloodmoon)

🌑KC🕷

🧠Creator🤖

🌞Solar Flare🗡

🌟Lord Eclipse💥

📚Servant Sun☀️

🔧Solar🔥

🌎Earth🌿

💫Lunar⚡️ (Post-Death)

🔥Sunburn☀️ (Dark Sun)

🎭Tragedy🩸 (“Infected/Jigsaw” Ruin)

🎭Comedy🕹 (“Cured” Ruin)

🌗Ruin🎭 (with no act)

🔪Reaper🩸 (Clone Bloodmoon)

🪓Entropy🩸 (Clone Bloodmoon again but alone)

🌙Mono☀️ (Clone Eclipse)

♊️Castor✨

✨Pollux♊️

🌟Gemini✨

Platonic ONLY characters

🌙Old Moon🌕

🌙New Moon🌑

💫Lunar (Pre-Death)🧸

🎃Jack🔪

🦌Dazzle👁‍🗨

[o-i-w-u]

An ask, you can info dump about any, and all your AUs has appeared.

holy shit look how convenient this ask is wowie omg amazing what a coincidence /silly

anyway i'm gonna use this as a summary post for my au's cus' i can :3

LONG-ISH TEXT UNDERCUT :D

[UNAMED?] Thought and faith

the first au i ever made, not necessarily based off a particular idea, more like a ton of loose ideas i mashed together, its hard to summarize but i can try!

Bloodmoon, or thought is a weapon made by Eclipse to be used as a weapon, he was kept in a cell and left there for a solid few years being left powered on and , until he was found by lunar, or faith. faith started to hang out around thought and they grew attached to eachother, eventually letting him out of his cell. [then a tonnnn of other stuff happens but i don't wanna make this too long lol!]

[UNAMED] mer AU

the second ever au i made, still a hugeee wip!

uhhh funny fish??? they don't have a fully flushed out story yet unfortunately.

[UNAMED] lord bloodmoon AU

one of my more recently made AUs! this one was inspired by this ask

Bloodmoon gets sent to an alternate dimension where the star still exists, and he manages to get his hands on it, he makes his own castle, puts the world into a permanent lunar eclipse, and kills the majority of the animatronics aside from mel and nore (AKA sun and eclipse), which bloodmoon makes into his servants.

this au got a oneshot made of it! go check it out!!!

[UNAMED] lord kc AU

aka the funny bird au /j

my most recent au! inspired by this ask

killcode owns the star and lives in a castle with his three adoptive kids (crimson/bloodmoon, thorns/eclipse, star(s)/lunar), he's working her way through emotions while keeping trying to keep "the star children" (castor and pollux) away from his kids.

[UNAMED] dca docters AU

(not sams realted!!)

instead of running the daycare, sun and moon were made to calm down kids and make hospitals less scary, though that quickly changed when they got the afton virus.

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[goddess-of-bubblegum]

To all my moots, What character from pjo, hoo, toa, kc, mcaga should I write the next oneshot about? (You can choose the plot too!) [I'm already making a leo x reader]

@demigod-jack-hearth

@bast-the-best26

@reyna4ever

[kowbelll]

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[ribbonsssence]

hii ! ── .✦

I am sophia and I'm just here to write my interests hahaaa, I'm in other fandoms but the fandom I will be writing for at the moment is Killer Chat!! I'm a vivid Angel fan too so I may prioritize her over than the others haha

My requests are open however I'm often busy so there's no guaranteed time whether I will write your request,,

p.s. I have an ao3, some of my fanfics there won't be posted here

masterlist ; kc

Ronin, the Butcher

Angel, the Heartsick Angel

﹒devouring heartstrings ; oneshot

﹒angel dating hcs ; headcanons

﹒red carnations, they bloom ; oneshot

Misaki, the Assassin

V, the Vigilante

Others

[keyleth-clay]

Critical Role Moodboards: August "Auggie" James

[tavernlords]

Like Old Times, Your Majesty (A King's Choice Kerwin x Neu!Reader Oneshot) || Angst/Comfort

"Your Majesty... What are you doing...? It's pitch black out here."

"Kerwin-!" In the darkness, all you can see is a silhouette of a tall man with a dim candle in the distance. It's hard to make out, but you know it's him. You could never mistake that velvety voice.

As he walks up, he plops down beside you on the grass with a soft grunt and sighs. He takes in the fresh midnight air and the gentle breeze. You stare at him as he rearranges himself into a comfy position and snuffs out his candle before putting it on the grass. While he is outstretched and enjoying the night, you are tiny with legs tucked and face squished to your knees. You wonder how he does it. How he seems to become one with the world as he lays. You wish you could do that.

He takes a deep breath. "So, what's on your mind? You don't usually stay out this late." You turn away from him, a heavy guilt in your chest for forgetting to change your demeanor. You don't want him to see you like this. You have to stay strong for him. After all, with the death of his father, he must be going through a lot. You can't burden him with the weight of the ever-growing boulder on your back. He must be sick of it as it is. "Nothing... just uhm..." But the crack in your throat gives you away. You pretend it didn't happen. "Talbot..." He knows you're lying he knows you're lying he knows you're lying. "He dropped a vase."

"Oh, yea. I heard that. It got me up, too..." He pauses for a second. "Did that startle you?" You nod, tears in your eyes threatening to let loose. He puts a hand on your back in an attempt to console you. It works a little too well, and you feel yourself sob a little without your consent; his presence is like a warm hearth to you right now. Just him being there with you makes you feel a little more protected. You hate being alone. You're afraid someone might attack you if you are. It's a heavy burden to bare, but you'd never admit that.

The thin veneer of stoicism blows away in the wind, and you hear your sobs get louder and louder. You hug your knees firmly, planting your face into the crevice between your thighs, and let go. You know if you looked at him right now, you'd instantly crumble. But it seems that you aren't doing a very good job at keeping yourself from doing so. It's simply all too much.

He quickly pushes toward you to hold you in his arms. As time goes forward and your sobbing turns into frantic gasps of air, he hugs you tighter. There was always something different about Kerwin hugs. They were like the coziness of your blanket when you first wake up every morning, the fuzzy feeling of a beer after 5 longs years of fighting a relentless war, or the laughs you had as a kid when you had no idea the world was so cruel. They made you feel innocent and light. Like you were just a commoner with no kingdom to rule and only a home to take care of.

After a good, long moment, when you can finally feel yourself breathe again, you let go and apologize. You tell him you really don't mean to burden him and that it's okay if he thinks you're a weak ruler now. You didn't mean to make him feel sorry for you. He just hugs you again. But then he light pushes you away from him, and grabs your shoulders.

"Y/N. You're not a ruler to me. You're so much more than that!" He looks down, empathy heavy in his heart. "I know it's hard for you... but you don't have to put up that act around me. We've known each other for, what, 10, 15 years now? I'll always be here for you. I never plan on leaving." Then he gently gazes into your eyes, worry coating his face like fresh waves darkening light sand. You feel your heart racing, and your eyes well up again. He takes notice, discreetly looking down and then peering up again, this time with a kinder and lighter expression. Softening his grip, he traces his hands down your arms to hold your hands. You know his skin is scarred and calloused from countless battles, but they feel soft to you. He makes sure you feel that softness.

You manage a faint smile in response and a tiny grief-stricken chuckle. He smiles a little more at this, happy to make you happy at least for a second. You stay like this for a nice minute. The air clears with time.

"It isn't just Talbot, is it?" You look away again. "No..." You murmur.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is low and unintrusive.

You pause, breathe in, and try your hardest not to cry again.

"Its just... I'm scared." You look up at him, lips quivering. "I'm scared I'm going to..." Your body chokes on a sob, and you try to recuperate, "lose everyone. I'm scared that, in the end, it's just gonna be me in my giant castle with my guards and servants and I'll just..." Sniffling, you squeeze a tear down your cheek "...Be alone. I'm afraid I'll be walking with you down the path to a nearby kingdom and you'll just- you get stabbed or shot or anything! I couldn't-"

Kerwin clenches your hands, and fold his fingers into yours. Letting your heart settle before continuing, you utter "I couldn't live with myself if I ever let that happen, knowing it could. I don't think... I could ever live without you by my side. Or Greg. Or Talbot. Or Lance. Or-" You curl into him as you can no longer help yourself from bawling. To know he's here and alive gives you so much comfort. You never want this to end. You never want to stop feeling his unbuttoned nightgown against the side of your face or his hands cupping your back. You wish he was immortal. If somehow, by your power as a lord, you could make him invincible. But you can't.

Planting his face in your hair, Kerwin whispers something to you. "Hey... do you remember..." He's holding you entirely in his arms and supporting you with his chest. Almost like he's shrouding you in light or draping a sheet over you. "That time we were outside the city walls, in that great big field near Agatha's wheat farm?" "Hm?"

"I was 11. You were 12. The world was so big and all we wanted to do was to explore it. But then, I got lost in those huge stocks of wheat. You were calling out my name, wondering where I was. I laughed and laughed and laughed while you tried to find me." You giggle at the memory. "...Then you heard this growling from out of nowhere! You panicked and started running trying to find me while I was still laughing. And suddenly - I got bit by something hard! When you finally found me, I was wailing like a baby."

He laughs a little, a burning in his heart with fondness of the past.

"You took me back to your castle, and Allie fixed me right up! I was good as new, but you were still worried. You made me pinky promise you that wherever I go, you had to be with me no matter what."

You smile, now a little tired from all the energy you spent crying. You feel safe in his embrace. "I remember it like yesterday." You let out a tiny chuckle. You can never forget the face he made as you picked him up and forced him onto a piggyback ride. You wish it was summer as kids again. The golden spray of light that peeked behind sheaves of yellow grass. The beautiful pink glow of Kerwin's hair under the sun. The story calmed you down. Your breathing is at steady pace again.

"Well, I never forgot it... Y/N, I trust that whatever comes you'll always have my back. At the same time, I'll always have yours. Things will happen as they happen, and we can never truly prepare for the future. I'm constantly afraid I'm going to lose you. But i wake up the next morning, and you're still there. You're alive and breathing, and still that strong and beautiful lord I've always known." You snuggle in closer to his chest and feel his heartbeat. It's unusually fast, but you take comfort in it. You moan lightly, at ease, sleepy and secure. His heartbeat rises.

He pauses for a long time, and you feel his body get warmer. It's serene and cozy. Just as you're about to fall asleep, he says "Uh... Actually... Y/N... I've been meaning to tell you something for...." He laughs to take off his own tension "about millennia now..." You moan again sleepily, as a confirmation for him to go on with what he wants to tell you. "Do you think... You'd want to stay like this? I mean- Ah, what I'm trying to say is- I think I might..." He takes a breath. "Want to be with you. For ever. Or as long as possible, if that's okay?"

That wakes you up, and you gasp, bumping the top of your head on his chin and nose as you launch up in surprise. He yelps. As you feel adrenaline rush through your veins, your cup your mouth in shock for what you'd done. Kerwin covers his nose and winches in pain. "Oh, my god, Kerwin! I'm so sorry!" He laughs and smiles, "Haha, no! It's fine, really. Augh..."

With tears in his eyes, he looks up at you through strawberry hair, hovering his hands above slightly bloody nostrils. You grab his face and squish it into yours, absorbing all his pain and tasting the metal from his nosebleed. It definitely it's not the most sanctimonious kiss in the world, but goddamn it, it's yours. It's finally yours. In between gasps for air, you chuckle in relief. Finally.

Kerwin sobs for a brief second between kisses and stops, holding you forehead to forehead. Droplets hit your legs, and when you open your eyes you see him crying. "Kerwin-"

"I'm-" He takes a breath "I'm okay, Your Majesty, I just-" He sniffles "I've been waiting so long for this..." He lets out a relieved giggle.

You kiss him again.

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Christmas Morning

//Just a quick oneshot of everyone giving their Secret Santa's their gifts! I know it's kind of rushed, but I hope it's still decent ^^' I'm so, so sorry for how long it took me to get this written and posted! Life has been a beast, but I'm glad I managed to get something done. I'll open the askbox now, but I'm going to be putting certain characters back on hold again. But don't despair! Maybe some of them will come back... I'll also try to get a synopsis written some time in the next couple days and posted so everyone is on the same page again//

"Alright, everyone! It's time for Secret Santa!" Sun smiled despite the exhausted look in his eyes. He'd been up cleaning and arranging the daycare all night so they'd have a real tree to put their gifts under. Sure, they were going to take them right back out and unwrap them, but this had to be perfect! And what sort of Christmas would it be without presents underneath a tree?

Lunar was, once again, practically vibrating in his seat. "Presents! Presents! Presents!" Scratch that, he was bouncing in his chair and shaking his hands with excitement.

Solar smiled tiredly beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it's present time. Just take it easy for a minute." He chucked.

"Good luck with that." Moon playfully pulled Lunar's hat down to cover his eyes. "Someone's been waiting for this all month."

"Hey!" Lunar giggled.

"Can we just get this over with? I wanna go home." Eclipse frowned from where he was sitting beside Kill Code.

"We will take our time. This is, after all, a family gathering."

"Family gathering my abs." He grumbled and huffed, "Just a stupid thing I had to come to..."

"Presents! Presents! Presents!" Bloody was shaking his hands alongside Lunar. Harvest laughed and wrapped his arms around him, "Brother, we have to be patient." "But presents!"

"Yes, it's time!" Sun laughed and grabbed a present from underneath the tree. "Now, due to certain people's...requests, we've decided to leave the 'from' anonymous in case someone doesn't want others to know who got them something."

Everyone tried not to look over at Eclipse, but he growled and shrunk back against the couch.

"First up is....Solar!" Sun picked up a gift bag and passed a gift bag over to him.

"Wow...You know, I keep telling you guys, you didn't have to do anything for me-"

"Nope! But we did! Now go on, open it!" Sun's smile was wide as he sat nearby, pulling out a camera to start recording.

Solar carefully opened the bag and pulled out some tissue paper, his eyes widening. "Oh, a blanket"

Sun can't help himself and laughs, "Yep, and there are gloves at the bottom of the bag! I tried to stitch one of those protective symbols onto the backs of the gloves and in the corners of the blanket, but it didn't really come out the best..."

"They're perfect. I love 'em." Solar smiled and laid the blanket over his lap. "Thank you."

"Me! Me next!" Solar chuckled and grabbed a present to pass to Lunar.

"Whoah, it's heavy!" He shredded through the paper as though it was nothing, then gasped, "Is this the entire Land Before Time collection?!"

"Hm, looks like it...How'd anyone even find all of them on DVD? Weird...."

"Moon! Here's yours!"

Moon pulled the paper away on his present. "Huh. It's a...lavender bath set?"

"You need to chill." Solar chuckled and leaned back on the couch. "No offense dude, but I think some lavender would do you some good. And I included a necklace in there. I know you don't really do jewelry, but hematite is supposed to be good for grounding."

"Huh, thanks. I'll give it a shot." He pulled the necklace over his head and grabbed another present. "KC?"

"T͢h͜ank ͠y͟où." A few careful snips of his claws and the paper fell away to reveal- "F͏ơa͝m p̴iec̸es͜?͟ And́...glovęs͞?͜"

"Father, there is a note."

'For your claws. And when you have to hold someone when they're small weak. Don't ask who this is from. It doesn't matter.'

"A͡h, ̴t͞h͘is i̶s ̧ver͠y kind͏.̀ ͜T̕ha̵nk ͘y͜ou.̵" Kill Code stuck his claws into the crude cardboard box and stuck the foam pieces on the tips of his claws. "Onl̛y o̷ne w͞a̡y̡ ̸t͘o̧ t̀es̨t͞ t̵h҉i̢s.͘ Come."

Bloody laughed and jumped into his arms. "Mine! My turn!"

Kill Code handed him his gift with a soft chuckle.

Bloody's eyes widened as he pulled out a pocket knife. "Ohhh shiny!"

"Wh- Who gave him a knife???" Sun squeaked and looked around the room.

"What? I thought he'd like it! And it even has a pretty red handle." Lunar pouted on the couch.

Sun cleared his throat. "Oh, L-Lunar, it isn't that. It's a great gift! I just-"

"Love it! Shiny and red!" He giggled and held the knife up to Kill Code's face. "Look! Look! Shiny and clean, red and gleams!"

"Y͏es̶, it ͞cér͟ta̡i̡nly͢ d̛oes͟. ͏But͏ ̵we͜ ̛m̢u̴şt̡ ͟s͢a͡ve̷ it ̴fo̸r s̨pecial ҉occa̵s͠ío͏ns͠.̢ ͘W̢hy ̸d̕o͏n̷'͠t͜ ͞you ͘p҉u͝t͏ it ̵s̕ómewhe̵r̴e͘ ͏saf́e̛ ̕u͜n̸til ͡we̡ ca̴n ͞u͠s͠e̴ ͡it ̶l̵ate͠r̸? I ͢wìl͞l s͞hów̛ ̕yoú how ̛to ́p͏rópe͡rl͡y̢ ͏us͝e͝ i͟t ánd͢ tąke̢ ca̡re ̡of̡ it."

Moon gave him a thankful glance before he handed Harvest his present.

"Thank you, Big Small One." "Why do you still call me that?" "Habit. And it's fun." He snickered.

His head tilted in confusion when he opened his gift. "A watch?"

"It̨ ͜n̕o͜t ̀o̸n͡l̴y̴ ͡tel͡l͢s̵ t̛ime. ̶Ít̕ ̶ąls҉o read̀s ̴yo͞ur̵ he͢árt͘ rate, ͜bl͠o̶ód͢ pre̵ssure̷, ͜bl̢ood sug̴ar͡, ̴a̶n̢d̵ ̀all ́sor̀ts̸ o̡f͜ ͘v̕ital͝ signs.͟ ̢I̸t҉ a̴ls͏o ̸t͡r̕ac͜k҉s҉ w͞hen t̸h́e̴ l͜ast t̢i̶me yoư ate ̷w͞as ͢s̶o̸ ̵t҉h͢a͏t y̶où ́don'͜t ͜f̷org̨et̨.̧"̡ ҉

He lightly taps Harvest's forehead with one of his protected claws. "͜I̷t i͏sn̷'̶t ͢m҉e͞a͜nt to͠ ҉m̕a͡ke ͞yo͞u ͝fe̢el ́g̨uilt̴y,͝ ͜son̕.͏ ̢It's me̛a̕n̨t tó ͏help̀ ͜yòu b̨ęcome ̨the͏ b̶e̵st̀ ́v̷e҉rsiòn ͢of̀ ͘y͝o͟ur͏s̸e͝ļf͝ t́h͠at͝ yo͝u ͜c̸an̶ ͝be."

Harvest nodded and put the watch on, staring down at it and not looking up at the other. "Thank you..." He whispered.

Kill Code nodded and pulled him under his arm. "Y̸o̶u̸ ͘are m͠ór̡e͘ ͟than w̸el͜cóme̸." Harvest nodded and turned to rest his face against his chest.

"I think it's my turn!" Sun pulled out a present and tried to take his time, but everyone could see his eagerness as he neatly tore through the wrapping.

"Oh! It's beautiful!" He held up an embroidery hoop with a floral design stitched in. "Are these daffodils and sunflowers? Those are my favorites!"

"I- I wasn't sure what to make you. So I thought that I would try to make something that you could hang."

"You embroidered this yourself? It's beautiful! You'll have to teach me! And I'd love to teach you how to knit."

"That would be great." Harvest smiled and wiped a tear from his eye.

All eyes turned to Eclipse, who glared and shrunk back. "What?!"

Kill Code held out a small, flat present to him. "I̡t͢ i̧s ͟yo͠u̧r tųr̀n,̧ ̷śo̶n."

Eclipse froze momentarily. "What? You all actually felt pity for me? I don't need that."

"Just shut up and open the present. Someone put a lot of time and effort into it." Moon rolled his eyes.

Eclipse grumbled and tore open the present, a clumsily-folded paper fluttered out and landed on his lap. When he unfolded it and held it up, he froze.

"It's...a picture?"

"Bad Sun Man is still family, even when he's bad." Bloody rolled off of Kill Code's lap and padded over to Eclipse on all fours. "Does....does he like it?" He timidly rested his head on Eclipse's knee.

Eclipse didn't say anything for a long moment, just staring at the crude drawing. "...It isn't bad."

Bloody's tail swung behind him and he giggled as he nuzzled his face against his knee. "Likes it!"

"Gah, get off me! I don't need you drooling on me, mutt!"

Bloody stopped and went back to resting his chin on his knee, still smiling. "Likes it. Family."

Eclispe was silent. "...Whatever." He poked Bloody's forehead. "Just...don't get any ideas. I'm not soft! I still hate you all!"

"Mhm...." Moon shook his head.

"So! How was that?" Sun cleared his throat as he tried to bring everyone's attention away from the awkward situation.

"That was fun! Can we watch a movie now?"

"Anyone against that?"

"Elf!" "Home Alone!" "What about Christmas Story?" "What about all of them?" "We can't watch all of them!" "Sure we can, just gotta pace ourselves." "I'll get the snacks!" "Lunar, not all-" "Snacks! Skittles!"

Eclipse watched as everyone around him seemed to all meld together and get along, as though they'd known each other all their lives.

What was he doing here? Why did he show up, just to sit here awkwardly while everyone wen about their happy lives?

"Ec͘l͟ipse͟?"

He glared up at Kill Code. "What?"

"Wou̕l͟d̀ ҉y͜ou̶ li̴ke an͟y̴ ̛ḩot ch̕oco̷l҉a̵t̸é with your͠ ̵popc̵or͢n?͡ ̷Óŗ w͢oưl͜d̨ y͝ou rather͜ ̀h̢av͞ȩ ҉e͡gg̢no̕g͢? M̧o̸o͘n ̷w̢ants̵ ̨t͞o ͏ma̛k̀e s̀ure͞ ͡e͠v͢e͏ry͡o̷ǹe ͘get͘s̕ ̢s͜o̵me̕thinģ."

"...Why are you doing this?"

"D͜oing̶ w҉h��a̕t̀?̷"

"All of this. I...I came here, almost uninvited, and everyone hates me so much. And then you're sitting here acting like I didn't do anything, and that mutt is trying to give me a drawing, if you could even call it that! I just don't understand! Hate me!"

The taller animatronic smiled and shook his head. "Ǹo̶.̷ I̵ ́w͡il̴l ̛n͜ot. And̢ ҉I͜ d̕o ͏nơt͘. ̶A҉nd I͜ ̧k͟n͜oẁ ͏t͏ha͡t̢ ̸yo̧u do ́not́ re̸a̶lly̶ f̀ee͡l th͝at͏ w̧a̛y àb͞o҉u̕t͝ t̶h͡e p͠ict̨u̡r͡e, a̕n̸d th͝at͞ ̡is̕ alr̕įght̴.͠ Ýo̸u̢ ̀are̶ a̡llowe̡d t̛o͏ ͞h͘ave ̡co͏nfli͡c̷t̢ing͞ ͘em̢oti͏ơns̨ a͜n̵d t̷o͟ ̶feel̶ a͢l͡o̧n͜ȩ. B̕ut ҉yo͡u͟ ͏a͠r̕e ͏n͝ot͝ ͞alo̶n̢e. A̷n͜d ̀I̸ ҉do ̡n͞o͟t ̵h͢at͞e̢ you.͠ ̴The ̧ơthérs̕ ̛wo̶ul̷d not ̢h͘a͢ve a̵llowęd͜ yo͘u͏ ̨t͢o̢ c͠o̸me̕ if ̨they b͡e̵li̷e̛v͢ed͜ ̨t̡h̨ąt҉ y̷ou̷ ҉were͞...҉e͝ntir͝èl͞y̛ ̵h̴a̢te̸d͜."

"Hah. 'Entirely', huh? So they still do?"

Kill Code sighed and shook his head. "Ec̶l͢i̸ps̵e. ͜Ál̸l̷ow͜ ̸us ͘to sho̧w͏ ̀you͝ ͝s̨o͜m͘e ̴m͡o̶di̢c̷ùm̵ of͝ ͡ca͏re.͟ ̛I k͢n҉ơw ̴y̡our ̶p͡ai͏n͜,̨ a̶nd ̴I̡ ͘se͏e yòuŕ h̀u̕ŕt.̛ ́Foŗ o҉n͡ę d̨a҉y, on͡e ̡m͜oment, ͜al͝low ̡me ̕tǫ h́old ̵ýo҉u an͢d ̵so͟o̷th҉e ̨som̛e of̵ ̧th͝e͘ ̛p͏àìn ҉t̀hat you͏ ̢f͢éęl͡.̕ Y̶o̕u ͡ar̶e n̵o͝t alon̶é, ͞n͡o͟ ̕ḿa͜tter ̴how ̸muc͡h̛ y͞o̵u҉ tr̕y ̢t̨o̸ sep̵arate̸ ͝yo̧urse̡l̸f ̢f̛ŗo̴m̕ yo̡ur͞ ҉pást͞."

He didn't say anything. He just glared down at the drawing that he held in shaking hands, his vision blurring just slightly as wetness gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"....Eggnog."

"H̕m?"

"I want eggnog, ok? God."

".̵..̵Tḩank̡ ̡y͡ou,̢ ̸E͘cĺip̧se."

"Whatever. Let's get this over with so you'll leave me alone."

Kill Code just smiled and picked him up again, holding him in one arm as he settled back into the chair he'd been in before. "Mo͟o͏n͜. He ̢wan̵ts̀ eg̕g͘n̷o̷g.͠"

"Thanks!"

Eclipse watched as everyone around him just seemed to all know how to be with each other. They all spoke so easily. For once, he didn't know what to say or do.

But being held like this, he couldn't help but feel himself relax some. He had no idea what to do, he had no idea what he was to them all.

But for one moment. For one day. He was one of them.

And he loved hated that.