Languageofflowers Stories

a short collection of poems, bitter and sweet, happy and sad, of love and betrayal, short and long.

you are lovely, just like sunflower. but yellow tulip suits you, because it's my love language.

i have flowers in my lungs and gems in my eyes.

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)

Lavender can mean a multitude of things, but I've chosen to focus upon devotion in this fic. It's a simple marriage proposal one shot. I tried to make it as sappy (without becoming too cheesy) as possible because these two are adorable! AO3 & Tumblr - FandomLovingFreak

created from my sudden sparks of inspiration. my poetic miracle.

It feels impossible, to really capture Myungjun's essence as Minhyuk would like to, when even the vivid yellow of the bouquet he bought him turns pale, in front on his blinding shine; Minhyuk wonders how one can shed so much light, and if it will ever wear out.

In the language of flowers, a red rose was symbolized as undying love. Such a distasteful meaning for such a beautiful flower. In the language of flowers, plants have meanings. Who knew that the two of them would need to know it so well? It was her. She drew them in enough that they couldn't pull away. Little did either know that the moment they needed her, she wouldn't be there.

scattered thoughts, scattered moments; the scent of lotus flowers and the forgotten memories of her.

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.

It all started with a website. You fill out a form and get matched with someone with similar interests. Instead of texting or calling, you write letters to one another as pen pals. The recommended way to do the challenge was to keep your name and identity a secret until the end. Clay was more than willing to do so. Summer was coming to a close and his life seemed so dull. The breaking of routine was very appealing to him. He never expected that when he hit submit, his life would change for the better. --- TLDR: George and Dream are pen pals. --- If any CC is uncomfortable, then this will be taken down and edited so that it fits any CCs boundaries. LMK if boundaries have changed. ORIGINALLY POSTED ON AO3

Omoi no Hanazono「思いの花園」: Garden of Thoughts Humans are not the only creatures that can talk. Flowers, too, can talk and they have their own language. Each and everyone of them has unique meaning, though some flowers may share the same meaning. Let's join the main character's daily life adventure together with some flowers and what they mean in her life. This story will not only entertain you and give you a kilig feeling (or in English, ROMANTIC EXCITEMENT), but it will also educate you about the language of spring-bloomers (that is, the flowers) that only a few people has a knowledge about.

the language of flowers

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

╰┈➤ ❝ [Yet, they had suffered more then the one who actually committed the crime] ➤ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ Operation STRIX was finally accomplished, Twilight and Thorn Princess had finally retired, Donovan Desmond's crimes were exposed and the fragile truce between the nations had at last ended and true peace reined. Everyone was content except of course for the Desmond children who were now looked down upon by everyone, after finally graduating from Eden, nobody dared employ them, and in the end the two brothers had to resort to tattoo parlor. Damian hated it all.

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.

╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ Happiness radiates like the fragrance from a flower and draws all good things towards you. ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝ The informations for the meaning of flowers state in this book are from Google Search. Book| TsumikiHikari Banner| -canaeris

Compilation of stories I wrote for class

"Some flowers bloom to be admired. Some bloom to remind us that love was never meant to be hurried." Elaina Foster has spent years creating unforgettable love stories for other people. Weddings. Proposals. Anniversaries. She knows exactly how to make people believe in forever. She just doesn't believe in it herself. When she's assigned to produce a botanical exhibition centered around the legendary Sleeping Hibiscus, a flower said to bloom only for someone who understands the true meaning of love, she dismisses it as nothing more than an old myth. Until she meets Rowan Ashford. A quiet botanist. A flower farmer. A man who seems to understand flowers the way poets understand silence. As they work together, Elaina finds herself drawn not only to the mysterious hibiscus that has refused to bloom for over a century, but also to the stranger who somehow feels familiar. What she doesn't know is that long before they ever exchanged names, they had already shared pieces of their hearts through anonymous letters hidden beneath the roots of the same hibiscus tree. Now, years later, fate has brought them back to the place where everything quietly began. But not every flower blooms when we want it to. Some wait for the right season. Some wait for the right person. And perhaps... love does too. A slow-burn romance about healing, patience, and discovering that the most beautiful love isn't the one that never fades-it's the one that chooses to bloom again and again.