hidden flower fields

anonymous asked:

When and with who it was your first time? Red

#Red Sinners:

“Uhm… well… I was 17 when it happened. It was with Wolf, we were in an hidden flower field that he knew in the Black Forest at the sunset… it wasn’t planned, it just happened, and it was… beautiful”

a lady in the garden

Summary: A chaotic god stumbles upon a girl in his secret garden. Plakki AU

This is for my lovely @piku-chan and our art trade. Piku made me Plakki trash. She wanted a Plakki! Greek God AU and I am here to deliver!!!

Thanks to @true-spirit-spear-chastiefol for beta-ing! :D

What the fuck?

Plagg fumed as he hid. His green eyes narrowed down on the oblivious woman that was sitting in the middle of the field. Her slender fingers plucked several flowers, which she laid on her lap.

“What are you doing?” a familiar voice whispered. Plagg yowled. He fell to the floor, quickly hiding himself behind a boulder. A young man snickered next to him.

“Wayzz, ssh.” Plagg hissed. Wayzz ran his hands down his russet brown face.

“Plagg, why are you spying on some random girl?” Wayzz asked. Plagg growled at him.

“Because, you simple health god, she is in my garden!”

“A garden in the middle of nowhere.” Wayzz laughed at Plagg’s pout.

“I found it first.” Plagg muttered. Wayzz rolled his eyes. Both looked over the boulder and realized that the girl was gone. Plagg walked to the middle of the field where she was sitting and found a flower crown.

Wayzz picked it up.

“Aw,” he cooed. Plagg glared at him.

“This is so cute!” Wayzz placed the flower crown on Plagg’s head. Plagg ripped the crown off his head. Wayzz patted Plagg on the head before departing, leaving the God of Chaos to fume.

“Stupid…” Plagg muttered. Plagg’s eyes widened when he noticed a fresh patch of red chrysanthemums.  

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