When Writers Bleed On Paper

Flowers For All The Fucks I Give

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Characters: Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley 

Setting: Flower Shop 

Romantic: Yes 

Story Type: Fluff/Humour 

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There was never any action in the little flower shop with the blue and white stripped sunshade that hung over the dark green painted door and spent some shade to the flowers and small trees that were standing in front of the store, at least not until today.The day started calm, like every other one. 

Luna had been standing for hours behind the counter and helped out costumers, like an elderly lady that asked for some sunflower seeds and how to grow them best or the man in his late thirties who was sure his cacti were dead until Luna "magically" fixed them by probing them up with some wire. 

She loved her work in the shop. It was a family business that started way back with her great-great grandma, and since then the store had been owned by the Lovegoods. She had practically grown up around flowers and classified in the language of flowers when she was just eleven years old. It was always fun to create bouquets to help people say something without having to use words. Most of the time they were for a date, so she would add some Ambrosia, the occasional Honeysuckle, Orchids and roses in red and salmon. From time to time she wished someone would burst into the store and ask for a bouquet to show someone how much they hated them or how disappointed they were in them, but people never really thought about gifting someone flowers for something that made them feel bad, and Luna honestly couldn't blame them. 

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Luna was already closing the store for the day when suddenly the door swung wide open, making the little bell that hung above jingle loudly. Fast, light footsteps echoed across the wooden floor and when she looked up from the register, Luna saw a red-headed girl that looked rather distressed. She was panting like she had just run a marathon to the store, her summer dress was clinging to her skin and one of her shows was open. 

"Hello, how can I help-" Luna started her normal welcome, but was shut down by the woman rather quickly when she slammed 20 bucks down onto the counter, a murderous twinkle in her eyes. 

"How do you passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?" 

For a second Luna thought she was joking, raising her eyebrows first in surprise, scrunching them together in utter disbelieve and finally relaxing her face and chuckling at the other woman. It was a delightful request to Luna, a change to the usual boring bouquets. 

"Follow me," Luna said, gesturing with her hand for the other to follow her into the back of the shop, where all the single flowers were stored. It was cooler in the back, and the red head immediately got goosebumps all over her forearms and her neck. 

The two stopped in front of a few shelves, their green paint flacking off at some places. They were filled with glass and porcelain vases, all stacked with different flowers in all shapes and colours. Each had a label placed in front, and Luna watched as the other curiously read them. 

"May I ask what the occasion is?" She knew it was really none of her business, but she simply couldn't help herself, she always had a curios nature.The red-head let out a huff, crossing her arms in front of her chest and rolling her eyes. 

"It's for my ex-boyfriend. I caught him cheating with this stupid bleach blond. He doesn't know that I know it yet, that's why I'm gonna break up with him, and flowers just seemed like a great way for saying everything on my mind without having to ever talk to him again." 

Luna sure felt sorry for the girl, but something in her gut told her that she was going to be just fine on her own. 

"This might sound harsh, but I have to say that I love the idea. I always wanted to make a bouquet with a different meaning than love and friendship." 

Luna rolled up the sleeves of her yellow and white striped shirt before taking a handful of geraniums. "These symbolize stupidity," she explained while taking another handful of some foxgloves, "and these stand for insincerity." Walking over to another shelf she took some meadowsweets and yellow carnations which mean uselessness and disappointment, and lastly she placed a few orange lilies into the bouquet "for the right amount of hatred" she said. 

While placing some white paper around the bouquet to keep the flowers safe, Luna felt wondering eyes on her. She glanced up with a shy smile, unsure if she had scared the other woman with her rambling, but instead she was met with some kind of lust. Not sexual, but hungry for more knowledge, and it charmed her as she felt a soft blush spread across her cheeks. 

"Are you free this weekend?" 

It almost made Luna choke on her own spit. No one had ever asked her out before. Not quite sure how to response she stumbled out a yes keeping her eyes stuck to the bouquet in front of her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw how the other punched the air with her fist. 

"So eh- here you go." Luna gave the bouquet of flowers over to the red-head, sending a small smile her way before excusing herself that she had to take care of something in the back. As she turned around the corner she heard the bell jingle again and how the woman yelled "It's Ginny by the way." 

As Ginny stepped outside the small flower shop and onto the pavement again, she wanted to slap herself. She had asked out a girl, but had giving her no way of contacting her. She almost had turned around again and ran back into the store when she saw the twenty bucks tapped onto the inside of the paper around the flower with a small note. Ginny took the money and opened up the note, her cheeks turning red as she read what it said.

On the house 

020 xxxx xxxx 

Luna <3