precious petal

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pairing: jungkook x reader

type: angst, fluff, smut.

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She’s a beautiful flower planted in the soil of the earth,
petals precious and soft just like her soul,
and stem curved just like her spine.
—  F.M.V.A

Petal by Precious Petal (Jason Todd x Reader)

Okay here’s the deal: I have a lot of requests from like about two months ago. And they’re all half finished and I’ve lost inspiration. But I do have inspiration for this and a love for Jason “I died once lol” Todd. Why am I writing after midnight? That’s a good question.

I first discovered the hanahaki disease AU from a piece by @loudmouthwally made me bawl so I highly suggest checking that out, and also @writing-yj has done two that never cease to make me cry, so yeah, their writing is beautiful and they have no idea who I am so y'all better go and read their stuff so this isn’t creepy but instead benefits them too and I’m rambling okay! Let’s do this!

There are flowers in your lungs and you aren’t quite sure how to feel.

Every breath is painfilled as you feel the petals desperate to break free. It hurts so much, god it hurts so fucking much, roots taking place, trying valiantly to rip apart the soft tissue.

And yet, you’re used to it.

You’re used to the pain because you’ve been in love for what seems to have been forever, and it has never not been unrequited. [three years you went without incident and then you had to fall in love again, and shatter a well sculpted illusion]

You weren’t supposed to be able to love, years ago, the last time you had this disease, you hadn’t even hesitated on getting the surgery. You’d rather live life without some neurotic emotion than not at all.

But now?

Now it was back, and you were finding it increasingly harder to hate the man who did this to you. You know, seeing as you were in love with Jason Peter Todd.

This shouldn’t even be possible; you had lost your ability to love, had been condemned to a world of mediocre contentment. You shouldn’t be able to love this man, but you did.

It was infuriating to say the least.

But, you think as you cough up another basket of petals, he’d done the extraordinary and somehow tricked you into love.

It’s just too bad he didn’t love you back.

It’s too bad because, well, you’re dying. You waited just slightly too long to get the surgery yet again and now you think you might have a month.

If you’re lucky.

Seventeen days pass and no one’s found out. Well actually, maybe Bruce knows, but he’s the goddamn Batman so you reckon you didn’t stand a chance at deceiving him. And you’re not sure you’d want to.

But Bruce allows you to continue helping Barbara with her Oracle duties and doesn’t tell her so it’s not that bad.

And you think he probably knows who’s responsible for your disease, but he never says anything.

It’s been seventeen days and your times cut short.

Surrounded by friends and family, mere feet away from Jason, you fall to the ground hacking up blood and flowers.

And for a moment everyone freezes- then suddenly your overwhelmed with stimulation.

There’s screaming and crying and you know this is the end because you can feel the tingling on your wrist as a name starts to form, and there’s a hand on your back and it’s big and warm, and someone’s stroking your hair, and another’s searching desperately for a name.

Bruce, Stephanie, Barbara. That order.

You can vaguely hear someone calling out, asking who did this to you, and suddenly the coughing stops and your lungs are no longer working and you are dying of asphyxiation.


It’s the last thing you hear accompanied by anguished screams, some more angry than others, and his utterly remorseful face is the last thing you see.

And loving someone unrequitedly stops hurting.

And then your heart stops beating and the branches of a cherry blossom tree crawls up and out of your throat.

[they bury you in the family cemetery, and in a year’s time your tree is fully grown]

[and everyday, jason lies under it basking in your presence and rambling about his day]

[and how he wishes he had known, because now he’s destined to your fate, coughing up petals for the dead]

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I hope this is enough to tie y'all over, I am sorry it’s kind of sad and not so much about interactions but moreso a stream of consciousness. I do hope y'all like it, loves. And hope y'all have a fantastic evening as per usual!

Remember! You are loved!

Her Grace

An Au in which Prince Harry falls in love with a servant girl.

Harry watched as numerous maidens attempted to flatter him all for his hand in marriage. He was said to be king and wed to a noble lady before his father’s sickness grew to become worse. After all he was the heir to the throne and this came with a price. People like Harry could not be wed for love it was mainly for power and if they did find love within their marriage it was very rare indeed.

A loud shriek caught Harry’s attention, there was this girl, she was absolutely breathtaking Harry thought. Her hair was unruly resembling a bird’s nest on her head. Harry slightly chuckled at the thought of this. Her face was defined and chiseled to perfection, he saw not a single flaw. Her lips were as full as the moon and he wondered what her plump lips would feel like pressed against his own, sucking and lightly tugging on them to make them swollen so they appear even more plump. 

The girl was absolutely stunning without a doubt in Harry’s mind but the thing which stood out the most to him were her eyes, her eyes sparkled in the dimly lit ball room, they conveyed signs of distress as she attempted to hold back tears while being scolded for dropping a platter of wine glasses filled to the brim.  

Realization suddenly hit Harry, He was admiring a servant, a simple peasant girl. He shouldn’t, he couldn’t be doing that even if he did find her enthralling there was no possible way he could ever be with her. Harry couldn’t help but think about her.

“Your highness?” Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by these words leaving a maidens mouth. Harry studied her face, she was pretty he thought but not as gorgeous as the servant girl.

 “Yes m’lady?” Harry inquired his thoughts still flustered from thinking about the servant girl. 

“Would you care to dance Your Grace?” she timidly asked. Harry flashed the maiden a small smile as he gently took her hand in his and lead her to the center of the ball room where they preceded to sway to the rhythm of the violins

“What might be your name m’lady?” Harry asked the girl in his arms.

 “I’m Princess Arabella” she responded.

 “Ahh” Harry started “You’re the beautiful Arabella, daughter of King Ecbert” he continued “Heard many suitors would love to have your hand in marriage” Harry said as they continued to sway around the ballroom. 

“Well I’m not quite interested in them” she replied. 

Harry gave her a confused look as to why she isn’t interested in the numerous amount of suitors who are surely extremely wealthy with riches and acres of land, and maybe some quite handsome as well. “Well” the Princess continued, “I’m interested in you, Your Grace ”

Before Harry could respond to Arabella about her sudden interest in him, his thoughts were interrupted by the servant girl coming into view carry yet another platter of wine trying not to drop the platter this time. Her brows were creased in concentration as she attempted to walk across the room while chewing on her lip. 

Harry began to think to himself that this was probably one of the most adorable sights he’s ever seen but her lip biting was making him wonder. Making him wonder things he should not be wondering especially when there’s a beautiful princess in his arms dancing with him.

“Would you excuse me please Princess?” Harry asked. 

Before Arabella even had the chance to reply he quickly hurried off in the direction of the servant girl, leaving Arabella standing there appalled.

 “Ello” Harry rasped from behind the girl, startling her causing her to almost lose her balance and tip the entire platter over. “Easy there love” he calmly spoke.

As the girl turned around she came face to face with a no other than Prince Harry, she was speechless. He was even more beautiful up close she thought while staring into his jade orbs. A soft chuckle from the Prince brought her out of her thoughts. A light blushed crept onto her cheeks as he realized she was staring. A cocky smirk plastered across his face as noticed his ability to make the servant girl all flushed and flustered. 

“And what might your name be?” he inquired.

 “(Y/N), Y-your Grace” she nervously stuttered out.

‘(Y/N)’ he thought


(Y/N)…. Such a lovely name. It was perfect for her. She was perfect. “(Y/N)” he said causing (Y/N) to become flustered once more because the way her name rolled off his tongue, it was so smooth like velvet, it was perfect.

 “I like it, beautiful name for a beautiful girl” Her face flushed at his comment as another cocky smirk plastered across his face knowing he got the girl to blush yet again. 

“Thank you, Your highness” she softly replied as she curtsied him.

“(Y/N), you intrigue me.” Harry stated. “Meet me in the garden outside my chambers at dawn will you?” 

“Your Grace, with all due respect, I do not think it’s appropriate for you to be seen or even so be interacting with a peasant girl much like myself” she humbly spoke.

“(Y/N), what I said to you was an order from the Prince” Harry stated. “And if you do not show up, I shall send one of my servants to find you and bring you to me” he stated. (Y/N) nodded while chewing on her lip, a habit she’s developed whenever she became nervous.

Harry watched as she chewed on her lip, his vile thoughts of her once returning. “Don’t be nervous now beautiful (Y/N).” Harry softly spoke to her. How desperately her wanted to reach up and caress her skin, to feel her smooth, silky, soft skin contrast against the rough palm of his hands.

 “I must be off now, see you in a couple hours from now (Y/N)” Harry said to (Y/N) while shooting her a final glance.

Harry then strutted off returning to interact with the numerous amount of beautiful noble ladies in the room, leaving (Y/N) standing there shocked as she watched him return to Princess Arabella.

 Arabella was one of the most gorgeous of the ladies in the room (Y/N) thought to herself, something bubbled in the pit of her stomach as she watched Harry place a soft peck on Arabella’s hand as he curtsied her. It couldn’t be jealousy right? There was no way she could ever have feelings for a monarch or someone who has a station above her own, it would be impossible without a doubt.

The night slowly dragged on as both Harry and (Y/N) were both stealing glances at each other throughout the night and anticipating the first sun. As dawn drew closer Harry and (Y/N) grew more and more anxious.

 (Y/N) laid in her small bed in her cottage which she shared with her father and younger brother, thinking about why the Prince would ever want to meet with her far less even speak to her.

As (Y/N) spotted the first sun she quickly hurried out of her cottage desperately trying not to wake her father and brother. She quickly slipped her feet into her tattered shoes and threw on her worn out coat, sprinting out the door and in the direction of the castle gardens to meet the Prince.

As Harry spotted (Y/N) a small smile etched its way across his face causing (Y/N) to get a bubbly feeling in her stomach. “Lo’ love” He softly spoke to (Y/N) a warm smile on his lips. He wasn’t sure if (Y/N) was blushing from the pet name he gave her or the cold bitter air nipping against her skin.

 “Your grace,” (Y/N) squeaked out causing a soft chuckle to erupt from Harry causing (Y/N)’s cheeks to turn an even deeper shade of kissed pink resembling a blooming spring rose much like the ones in the garden. Harry watched as her blush grew even deeper the colour so cute against her flawless skin, she looked absolutely adorable, he couldn’t help but stare at her.

“Walk with me now, will you Petal?” He asked but it sounded more like a command to her. 

“Petal?” she questioned. “

Yeah, you’re like a petal, precious, beautiful and delicate” he answered

. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” She softly said, “Y-you’re quite beautiful too” she stuttered out her face becoming even more flushed, if possible at her own comment. “Y-your Grace, I apologize, t-that, it was completely out of line and I shouldn’t, I-“ She was suddenly interrupted by a pair of warm lips on hers.

(Y/N) was shocked to say the least but never the less, she began to move her lips in sync with his. Harry’s hand gently tugged at (Y/N)’s waist pulling her closer while she snaked her arms around his neck.

 Harry had never experienced a kiss so wonderful,with someone with such soft lips, so perfect, she indeed had the lips of an angel. The kiss literally took Harry’s breath away leaving him speechless for a mere second 

(Y/N), however didn’t know any better, Harry was her first kissed and she feared he would realize how inexperienced she is and not want anything to do with her, after all she was nothing but a servant girl.

As they pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against (Y/N)’s while gently caressing her cheek. “That was perfect Petal” Harry rasped and leaned in to place a soft peck on her lips.

 A loud sigh of frustration escaped Harry’s lips as he realized people of the castle would soon be up and if anyone ever saw them, for sure (Y/N) would be punished and her family would be stripped of everything. Harry also didn’t need any servants gossiping and any nobles getting him in trouble from his father, the king.

“Petal?” Harry whispered looking down at (Y/N), she looked at peace and he couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. (Y/N) hummed in response, “I’ve gotta go now yeah?”

 (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel her heart breaking at his words. A lump grew in her throat thinking he would shone her out, pretend like she never existed and whatever they had never happened. (Y/N)’s thoughts were interrupted by Harry’s raspy voice. 

“Now Petal, I want you to meet me at my chambers tonight after dinner alright?” (Y/N) gave a nod in response while harshly biting down on her lip trying to hold back tears that were threatening to fall not knowing what else to do.

With a lingering kiss to her forehead and Harry whispering to her that it will all be alright, she knew that it will be alright. She trusted his words because even though they just met, the pair felt as though they were connected to each other, literally as though there were two strings tied to the left sides of their chests and no matter how far they go, no matter station or class, it may pull and it may stretch but it will never tear.

Hello my lovelies, this was previously posted but i deleted it to do some editing, Feed back would be lovely as always and let me know if you’d like a part 2

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{Reaction} Gang EXO falling in love with their bosses daughter while they were supposed to guard them.

Note: So, admittedly I did struggle with this one a little so I hope it’s alright. Please enjoy anon and anyone else reading! ~Mami

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by daenso

When Chanyeol finds out he has the opportunity to protect you, he jumps at the chance. Not just because he likes protecting people, but also because he knows how beautiful and amazing you are since the boss talks about you a lot. When Chanyeol met you for the first time, his feelings were nothing more than a small crush, but as time went on, his feelings progressed and he found himself falling in love. A part of him would be really happy about it, since there isn’t a lot in his life that keeps him happy anymore, but he would also be upset, knowing how minimal the chance is that the relationship would work in such a rough business.

Chanyeol: “{y/n} if you accept my love, then I’ll stop all of this. I’ll give up the gang and we can live a normal life. We can get married and buy a house with a garden and a dog. We can think about having children and taxes. I promise that if you accept me, I’ll do everything I can to turn this all around.”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyungception

Kyungsoo didn’t have a say when he was told you needed to be guarded, and frankly, he wasn’t happy about it at first. At the start, he wouldn’t talk to you much. He’d make sure you were safe and nothing more, he didn’t want to get involved with you more than he needed to. But as time moved on, that became increasingly difficult, especially since you were so sweet. It started off that you offered to talk to him about his problems, and for a long time he wouldn’t. But when you got him to open up and trust you, he did. That’s when he started falling in love, and that was the point of no return.

Kyungsoo: “Would you ever date someone from a gang?”

{y/n}: “Maybe, why do you ask?”

Kyungsoo: “I was just wondering…”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Baekhyun doesn’t have the ‘ladies man’ image for no reason. When he’s told he’s guarding you, he sees this as a perfect opportunity to woo you {he doesn’t care if you’re the boss’s daughter, if he sees something he wants, he isn’t going to hold back.} For a long time, his attitude was simple flirting and persuading you into one night stands {but since it’s him, he didn’t have to persuade you too hard.} He started to realise he was in love quite early on, which to him was rather scary, but he wasn’t going to let it fuck everything up. He’s still a member of a gang, and no woman was going to change that. Therefore, he intended to hide behind his feelings for as long as he could get away with.

{y/n}: “If this is just a one night stand, why are you still here?”

Baekhyun: “I’m supposed to be protecting you, remember?”

{y/n}: “Not on Sundays, my Dad is home.”

Baekhyun: “It’s Sunday already? Wow… I had no idea.” *Terrible liar*

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by exoturnback

Sehun would have a hard time when he first starts guarding you since you didn’t want to be guarded. You’d argue with him and pick fights when he told you that you couldn’t go on ‘missions’ with him. But even though you drove him crazy, he still managed to fall for you. But that only complicated things. When he fell for you, he found himself caving into your pleads to going out with him to illegal spots and doing dirty work.

Sehun: “You can’t come on this one {y/n}, it’s dangerous.”

{y/n}: “More dangerous than robbing a bank with arms?”

Sehun: “… Not the point, if your Dad finds me I’m dead.”

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Lay won’t take any messing around from you. If you try and get out, he isn’t going to take it lightly, or if you try and deceive him, he isn’t going to let you off for it unpunished. At first, the relationship wasn’t much, he was the guard, and you didn’t dare try and get past him. But as the relationship progressed, you became more daring, knowing where Yixing’s boundaries where and which buttons you could push. He started falling for you, but he’s a realistic man, and knows that a relationship with the boss’s daughter is more than forbidden.

{y/n}: “I’ll go right now and tell him how I feel about you-”

Yixing: *Grabs your wrists and pushes you up against a wall* “Not if I make sure you can’t walk to go and tell him”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Jongdae knows the business of the job is rough, and feels sorry for you that you didn’t have a choice but to be in it. When he’s asked to guard you, he does, mainly because he knows how dangerous the business can be, and he doesn’t was you getting hurt on his conscience. He spends most of his time talking to you while guarding you. Luckily for him, no one really tries to come and find you, so his job is pretty easy. He realises he’s fallen in love when his job is slowly ticking towards it’s end, and he knows that if he doesn’t confess now then he’ll probably never have the chance again.

Jongdae: “I know you’re my boss’s daughter, but I really like you {y/n} and I want to be able to protect you forever…”

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by minseokked

Like Yixing, Minseok won’t take any messing around. But unlike Yixing, he doesn’t let his feelings change how he works around you. When he starts falling in love, he doesn’t become any more lenient, and certainly doesn’t let it change how he does his job. He’s not going to let you sneak out behind your Dad’s back just because he’s in love with you. He can be a sweetheart, taking care of you, but he can also be very intimidating. When he finds out you feel the same way that he feels for you, he doesn’t know what to do with the information. And even though he plans on making some kind of confession, he makes sure that his guarding job is done beforehand, knowing he can’t let his personal feelings interfere with his work.

{y/n}: “But I want to go and see that guy! He was so hot and-”

Minseok: “If you wanted to see a hot guy {y/n}, all you had to do was ask.” *Raises up his shirt slightly to give you a sneak peak of the toned muscles that lay underneath*

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Even though Tao is undoubtedly the strongest member due to his martial arts, that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to be a complete ass when it comes to protecting you. He would see guarding you as babysitting, and would probably be very careless at first. That is until you go missing and he freaks out because he knows your Dad will kill him if he finds out. Though Tao doesn’t take long tracking you down, he beats up the people that took you and takes his job more seriously after that. During his time of protecting you, he teaches you some self defense and some basic martial arts so that you can protect yourself. This is when he realises he’s really fallen in love.

Tao: “No, your arm needs to be like this.” *Comes up behind you and holds your hand to put it in the right place. Smiles when he feels his cheeks blush like he’s a teenager all over again.*

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by baekintime

Even though Junmyeon is very kind, he is also very demanding, and won’t let you do anything that he sees as unsafe. He knows how to handle himself and won’t ‘take messing from a little girl.’ When he starts to fall in love, that’s where his starts to go downhill. He doesn’t know what to say, so he simply continues to try and work, but it’s not the same with the added emotions. He’s still a hard ass, and refuses to let you do anything bad, but he is more lenient and will take you out to certain places as long as they’re safe enough to do so.

{y/n}: “Please? The coffee shop is literally over there, please?”

Junmyeon: “Ugh fine, but this is your only treat.”

{y/n}: “Remember when you said that last night?

Junmyeon: “… Shut up, we don’t talk about that. Especially when your Dad could be around the corner.”

Lu Han

Originally posted by moncide

Luhan accepted the job to guard you, and certainly didn’t regret it. Since he’s so used to the guns and violence, he isn’t easily intimidated, if anything, he’s more intimidating than some of the other members. He’d spend half of his life walking around with a knife in his boot, and can be strict with you when he needs to be. He only lets you out when he’s with you, and does not appreciate other men looking at you. {He will beat up those shits if he notices them looking or make a comment about your hotness.} He realises he’s in love one night while you’re sleeping {he doesn’t sleep much, he doesn’t trust himself to since he can’t ensure your safety}. He was watching your face, how soft and beautiful it was and how peaceful you looked when you slept and that’s when he realised his true feelings

Luhan: *Watches you, realising he’s in love* “Well shit… that’s fucked up.”

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaibility

Jongin was told to guard you after an incident where you had been captured, so when he finally started his job, he realised how screwed up you really were after the bad experience. He knew how scared you must be, and took that into consideration while guarding you. Unlike the other members, Jongin is a lot more caring, and will treat you more as a person than his ‘job.’ He makes you feel safe in any way possible, even if it means cuddling with you in the bed {though he isn’t exactly complaining about that one.} He doesn’t really remember when he realised he loved you, it just always seemed to be there, and that’s when he silently vowed to himself that he would never let you get hurt.

Jongin: “You’re a precious little petal, aren’t you {y/n}” *Patching you up after you fell over running away from another gang with him.*

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by ohyaahkkaebsong

Kris was assigned the job of guarding you after he saved you from a very dangerous gang. The boss had been so impressed that he had given your well being into Kris’s hands and Kris really didn’t know how to feel about that. Half of him was happy, he wasn’t about to complain about having a beautiful girl all to himself, though another part of him was annoyed, he didn’t want to become your ‘babysitter’ as he put it. At first, he didn’t show you much emotion, but when he found out you’d fallen for him, he couldn’t help but fall for you. He realised he was in love with you while watching you do ordinary jobs in the small apartment you were both staying in together as a hide out.

Kris: “She’s so talented”

{y/n}: “Did you say something?”

Kris: “Table! I said table, you’re a table!” *Bad when it comes to complimenting/confessing*


hello, it’s gabrielle! (or brie, as some of you know me as) i don’t really do the whole concept of follow forevers but!!! here’s my own mutual appreciation post because you are all so dear to me, even though i don’t express it as much as i feel. thank you all for being in my life and i hope you know that even though i’m the Worst at being affectionate, you matter a lot to me and i remember all of you fondly!

☼ ; we don’t interact much but i appreciate your presence on my dashboard! you’re a wonderful burst of sunshine that brightens up my day when i see you
❀ ; we interact every now n then and although we’re not that close, thank you for the short exchanges we have, you’re a precious petal and i wish you all the best always!
; we’re somewhat close, but i’d definitely like to get to know you better! you’re amazing and i hope you know i’m always here for you
♡ ; thank you for tolerating me on this hellsite (and in some cases outside of it), you have a special place in the crevices of my heart and a space at the back of my mind devoted to you. not enough words can describe how much i love you!!
; you are a kind soul that i always happen to see and i admire you for making others feel loved and appreciated. you’re a kind of starlight that radiates with affection and care!

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She finds it tucked away in one of the many safe secret places the shadows of his castle provide, the petals of it dry and fragile. They feel like parchment as she presses them to her lips and breathes. 

The perfume is faint and fragile, but still sweet. The memory of that Fateful Night is strong enough to compensate, the scent spun softly into other things…

Things like moonlight staining anything and everything silvery and pure…

Things like claws carding tenderly through her hair as they tucked this bloom behind the curve of her ear…

Things like bright blue eyes lighting up a not-so-Dark Forest, banishing the shadows of the loneliness she had so fiercely forged walls from…

Her exhale is a shaky, shuddery thing as she opens her eyes and looks down upon what she holds, so small and yet so sacred. The last time she saw this, it was left in that web, forgotten and forsaken when faced by Roland’s army. How…?

If her exhale was shaky, his inhale is fierce. 

She turns to him, the bloom still cradled in her clasped hands. His eyes are wide with wariness, and when he looks at her, her heart twists at how vulnerability makes their impossible blueness even more vivid as he meets her own golden gaze. 

She keeps her voice soft, barely enough to stir the precious petals she holds. “…you went back for it?” 

He looks away, his lean throat working with his swallow. “Ah…Ah felt Ah ought to.” He drops his gaze. “Ah could not forsake it. Not it, nor what it stands for.”

Stands for? 

She goes to him, eyes wide and wondering and worried at the shame he suddenly seems to carry, how it makes the sharp line of his broad shoulders slump. “Forsake what?

He looks up at her, bravery making blue burn bright. “Trust.”  

Marianne stops as her heart does, her eyes going wider still. Oh. 

He doesn’t look away from her as he continues, doesn’t retreat from the shame he so plainly unearths with his words. “It was so very easy fer me t’ believe Ah had been played once more. So very easy t’ put my guard up again. So very easy for me ta throw away what had been…” his lip twitches, “…blossoming.” 

He drops his gaze down, his gnarled knuckles defined as he clutches his scepter. “So…after everythin’…Ah went back. And Ah looked, an’ Ah found it, an’…an’ Ah kept it. Keep it. Reclaimed it an’ swore Ah would honor it.” 

When he takes her hand, he holds it like he held the bloom––

––their bloom, this token of their love, this talisman of their trust––

––that Fateful Night. 

How he holds my heart. 

He looks up at her, searing her with the seriousness of his gaze, burns her with the broken beauty of his heartfelt oath. “Ah’ll never not trust ye again, Tough Girl.” 

Roses || Grayson Dolan

SUMMARY - The same boy, the same flower shop, the same bouquet, every Monday. 

WARNING - Dark themes, possibly triggering, read with caution 

AUTHOR’S NOTE - i tried to use old lady names for the old ladies working there, srry if u have the same name lol. srry its so short. srry if it’s lame, i tried my best.


His shoes softly hit the pavement as he nears the small floral shop on the corner. He admires the bunches in the stand out front, a weak grin placed on his face. A gust of wind blows by him, making him pull his hoodie over his freshly combed hair. 

A small lady walks out in an apron, carrying new bouquets to place on display. She smiles at him before organizing the stand in front of her. Assuming he’s lost, she faces him.

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