Floral Stories

𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 💯 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻 {✅} 𝗛𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 {✅} 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 {❌} 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓎 :)

Floral.

Just a little poem collection ✨enjoy

These are "One-Shots" over Mystic Messenger. The whole basis is that my friend will send me a song every week, and I'll write about it in an "x Reader" with one of the M.M guys. Not all of these will be happy, and I hope you are prepared for that. The cover is mainly for the first chapter.

update: currently being rewritten. i hope to come out with an updated version sometime soon. c: 'a picture that cannot be described in words but by the wind in the curtains and the bruises on an apricot'

Stellan Bogart wanted nothing but serenity as he began to open his botany store. After a year and a half stretch of pain and depression, he's ready to move on with his life. Kian Curtis is the last thing he expects tumbling in his store. Loud and Brash, Kian easily stumbles his way into his heart. The issue is whether Stellan is ready for someone to find a home in him. Kian, himself, is a little unsure of their relationship, but what can you do when you find yourself obsessed with a man who loves flowers.

fℓσωєяѕ αяє ∂єℓι¢αтє, αи∂ ѕσ αяє нєαятѕ. ρєтαℓѕ fαℓℓ ωнєи уσυ ρι¢к тнєм, ωнєи уσυ вяєαк тнєи σff - ѕσ ιf уσυ вяσкє α нєαят, ωσυℓ∂ ιт ѕℓσωℓу fαℓℓ αραят? σя ιѕ ιт ʝυѕт α нσαχ, α ℓιє тσ ∂є¢єινє уσυ ιитσ иσт вяєαкιиg ѕσмєσиє'ѕ fяαgιℓє нєαят?

An alternate universe of Floral Petal Spear Now she roams in our world where instead of being in an open field, everything has advanced to new level of machinery, where all is relied on clockwork and electricity. Floral is known for her skills in mobility, thus giving her a yellow tint to her appearance of electricity. She's is our so called "saviour" as she is the peace keeper of the city. But now war just broke out and its her job to keep it safe.

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A short poem

You're laying on your bed with your laptop in your lap browsing tumblr when suddenly you get an anon message. "Hey, you're p qt and I love your art! ♡" You feel your cheeks warm. 'someone.. thinks I'm cute? impossible.' this is like the first time anyone has ever contacted you, your art isn't even that fucking good. you respond with "Seriously?" you send it, then immediately regret it. 'fuck.. that made me sound like an ass.. welp, too late now' you're a fucking idiot. you go back to browsing tumblr, sure that you just fucked that up and assumung the mysterious stranger will surely never respond, when suddenly you get another notification 'holy shit, really?' you think to yourself, opening the message "Hehe yes, seriously! ♡" you stare at the screen in disbelief "holy fuck" (you say outloud to yourself)