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Theodore Thompson is, in lack of words, smitten, by Lobelia Livenstil, the incomparable of the 1831 London season. Miss Livenstill is the Viscount of Druksberry's daughter, with the luxury of having quick-witted remarks and uncomparable looks. Mr. Thompson is the son of a carpenter, considerably lower down in terms of class, but in charms... he is a magical man.

This is a list of most of the known flower language translations I can gather. I will try and post daily, a section a chapter. For instructional purpose only, and free to use for any writer(looking at you poem pals) so please enjoy!

When art expert Claire Morgan is asked by the LAPD to analyze certain paintings, she didn't expect to come across the most talked about case yet: The elusive thief, who has already stolen 5 paintings. of museums and collectors with the highest level of security system. But, when investigating more closely certain paintings on her own, she ends up coming across surprising secrets involving a collection of several paintings on roses made by the same person centuries ago. Also, she starts befriending the mysterious owner of a small coffee shop near the police building, who shares his knowledge about roses with her. *This story might have some errors, because it was translated from portuguese by me. I try really hard to post without one, but no one is perfect. Please help me to fix them and thank you for your support

Compilation of stories I wrote for class

Little Izuku is worried about the mist man they see often while visiting a flower garden. Kurogiri's mind is a mess. (Kurogiri x Inko Midoriya)

Just a short, cute romance about best friends and the language of flowers.

Based on a prompt that asked "How do I passive aggressively say 'Fuck You' in flower?'" In a 21st Century Alternate Universe, Yasha is the owner of a small flower shop that specializes in arrangements and in the language of flowers. Business has been open for a month and she hasn't had a single customer... until a young, cynical monk walks in with a strange request.

First published on AO3 under sparklewritesfanfiction! Y/n is the second child of the king and queen of Seijoh. This means that if she wants to keep her royal status, she'll need to marry into a royal bloodline. One of the most eligible suitors is the handsome prince of Fukurodani. However, upon first meeting him, Y/n doesn't see him as anything but cold and callous. Is there more to Prince Keiji than first impressions? Or is he just as condescending and stuck up as Y/n seems to think. ~~~ Basically this is me just filling my own wishes of a dark academic Prince Akaashi, however I hope that whoever reads this likes it as well. I try to update at least once a week if not more!

Second version and first edit of my story. ✨WHAT'S NEW✨ ✅New cover. ✅Less Japanese words and sentences. 1% chance (or even no chance at all) of finding one in each chapter. ✅Narration is now done using third person POV, therefore, switching of characters' POVs will be omitted. ✅Some descriptions are added. (I'm still learning on how to write descriptively.) 思いの花園、「Garden of Thoughts」 They make our garden and our surroundings colorful and beautiful. They come in different shapes and colors. They sway in wherever direction the wind blows. All fruits that we eat came from them. They are what we call FLOWERS. However, their purpose is not just for decoration. They can also be used for communication. Communication of thoughts and feelings. This is a story of a girl who's so fond of flowers and her life accompanied by flowers and their meaning.

You find a pretty huge garden and start hanging around it more and more. As far as you can tell it doesn't belong to anyone. So, you claim it as your own until you stumble upon the owner.

Beatrice Forbes is a teenager with an artistic temperament growing up in a rural town during the 1880s. She attends a one room schoolhouse, where she has to endure the constant praise of star student Eva DuCarmont. As the pair get to know each other, Beatrice isn't entirely sure why she experiences such newfound emotions with Eva. Like the seasons, Beatrice's formerly cold feelings begin to change as she feels this blossoming sensation grow in her heart.

Chris is an asshole with the reader but he soon regrets it when he falls in love with her because of her intelligence and kindeness.

the language of flowers

Rachael has a bad day that becomes worse when she finds that someone unwelcome has been in her room. But can this bad day lead to something she never expected to happen?

She was going to confess. She was going to confess before they went back for seventh year. Just one problem -she still didn't have a plan, and tomorrow was the last day of summer.

❦ mysteriously, seven girls from seven towns across france receive a letter for a "family event" at a mansion called château du magnolia. what will happen when they uncover the truth about the mansion? when they uncover the truth about each other? or themselves?

Hello! I am Achilles and I absolutely love flowers so i am deciding to make a book on the languages of flowers! I hope you find this book interesting! Bye now see you guys in the book!! This is also my first time writing in a while and sorry if I have spelling mistakes

Tumblr prompt: "Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you've caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure "the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft" and I'm trying to figure out how to break it to you that we're on our way to the graveyard." ― ✽ This is the first time I post one of my works, I'm dying of embarrassment. Also, english is not my first language, there are probably tons of errors in this work, so I want to apologize for that in advance. I found this Tumblr prompt on Pinterest some time ago and I thought it was too cute to ignore. This story has been collecting spider webs in my archives since then and my plan was to leave it there forever, without a chance to see the light, but thanks to my best friend's constant motivation, I've decided to at least try to do something with the things I write. Who knows, maybe someone out there would find my little story interesting enough to give it a chance. If you are here to spend a bit of your time reading this fic, you've won my eternal gratitude.~ *I don't own Attack on Titan or any of the characters mentioned in this story, I've just borrowed them from our beloved (and feared) creator, Hajime Isayama.