Prinxiety One Shots

Florist!Virgil AU

I just keep adding drafts oml I'm procrastinating on like three different one shots

Virgil checked the time. It was nearly ten, and the shop opened at seven, and he'd had three customers the entire time. He rolled his eyes. Sure, there was no good reason to give anyone flowers during winter, minus Valentine's Day, but he worked hard to keep his flowers alive. He should be appreciated. Roses aren't easy to grow, let alone in 10 degree weather.

He stood up from the swivel chair he had been sitting in. He could only scroll through tumblr for so long. He needed to do something else or he would go insane.

He noticed a patch of daisies. They were typically spring flowers, but he was able to keep them alive anyway. He plucked a few. It was his business, and no one ever bought daisies anyway.

He carefully wove the stems of the flowers together, braiding in a few brightly colored small flowers he had scattered around. Flower crowns aren't practical, but they sure are pretty. As he finished, he decided that it needed something more. He racked his brain for the right flower before setting the incomplete crown on the windowsill.

He searched through his rarer flowers, the ones that are especially hard to come by during winter. He pulled out a very delicate hibiscus. It was the only one he had, but they weren't winter flowers, and they don't go well with bouquets anyway, so most likely no one would buy it.

He returned to the front of the shop, tucking the hibiscus into the flower crown. He went to the bathroom to look in the mirror and carefully placed it on his head. The hibiscus was a nice touch, so it was worth it. He remembered that it would match well with the pastel violet t-shirt he was wearing, so he unzipped his hoodie. He almost never unzipped his hoodie.

He looked at it from different angles, trying to decide which side looked best. It wasn't like he was going to take a picture, because the lighting was all wrong, but he didn't have anything better to do. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he jumped when the bell above the shop door rang unexpectedly. He made sure the crown was okay before turning to leave the room, then realizing that he had a decision to make.

He would normally never let a customer see him doing anything cutesy like this. It was embarrassing, frankly, and he would much rather stick to his usual black and purple. But this crown was very nice, and it would show off his skills as a florist. He decided that maybe one customer could be allowed to see his vulnerable side.

"Hello? Is anyone here? The sign said open..." Virgil walked out to the front of the shop and was greeted by an attractive man with purple hair wearing a white coat. (it's winter and Roman's coat would totally match his color scheme shut up)

"Uh, yes, sorry." Virgil took his place behind the counter, hoping that the man in front of him would think that his cheeks were red from the rush of cold air that came through the door and not because Virgil thought he was cute. "How can I help you?"

"Hi, yeah, sorry, this is gonna sound like a weird request, but how can I passive aggressively say 'fuck you' in flower language?" Virgil stared and blinked for a moment before laughing a bit.

"Well, it'll be a complicated bouquet, but I can do it. It'll be a little while for me to find everything and decide how it will look best, so you can walk with me and look at the flowers, if you'd like."

"Sure." The man in white took off his coat, revealing a white and red sweater underneath.  As Virgil grabbed a wrap for the bouquet, he tried to think of small talk conversations.

"So what's this for? Do you have to be nice to someone you don't like? Maybe a boss?" The man laughed.

"Somewhat. My ex is doing a performance in a play tonight. He invited me, and I wouldn't dare not show up out of spite, so I figured that this would be the best way to say 'Hey, you are one of my least favorite people' without being impolite."

"How noble of you." Virgil made note that the man's ex was a "he."

"So what will be in this bouquet that I'm fully entrusting you to make?" He peered over Virgil's shoulder, trying to see what he was doing.

"Well, let's see. I plan to have geraniums, which mean stupidity, foxglove which is insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations for disappointment, and orange lilies for hatred. Oh, here's the meadowsweet!" He plucked a handful of the flowers, feeling proud that he knew which flowers to use.

"Woah. It's amazing that you know all that."

"I mean, unless it's a holiday, I rarely get customers, so I have a bunch of time on my hands. I may as well look up what all my flowers mean." Virgil scanned through his collection of geraniums, trying to find the right ones.

"Oh. My name's Roman, by the way." Virgil found the last flowers and gathered them before turning around to face the other man.

"Virgil." He have a weak smile before carefully arranging the bunches of flowers, mentally calculating the price. He wrapped them up nicely and handed the bouquet to Roman.

"That's 16.89." Roman handed him a twenty.

"Keep the change. As a tip."

"Oh. Thank you. I hope it goes well." Virgil was prepared to walk away and go back to sitting around when Roman stopped him.

"Do you have uh.. like a business card or something? Just if I ever need more flower advice. I think it might come in handy sometime." Virgil laughed.

"Give me your hand." Virgil grabbed a pen and wrote down his number on Roman's palm. He considered writing a cliche "call me" or something, but instead settled on writing his name under it and dotting the I's with hearts.

"Thanks. I'll call you next time I want to be passive aggressive to someone." Virgil smiled as Roman tugged on his coat again before heading out the door. He heard the bell ring as the cold air rushed through the door.

"That flower crown looks beautiful on you, by the way." And with that, Roman left.

Well, sitting around and daydreaming about Roman all day was better than sitting around doing nothing, Virgil supposed.

Ok so I'll probably have a delay tomorrow at least but I don't think I have a sleep schedule because it's ten past midnight and I'm not tired and technically I got eight hours of sleep last night but I woke up at one in the afternoon

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Cheers, queers 💖💜💙