Languageofflowers Stories

Floramancy / Floromancy: secondary type of magic which manipulates plant species alike. A Floramancer is just a witch/ Wizard who decides to make it their hobby or job. Intro: There, just beyond the French mountains lives a witch capable of making you a perfect bouquet for any occasion, weddings, gifts, funerals...you name it! All for a single cost of one of your emotions you feel the most being brought into those flowers you wish to get...But be careful, sometimes, putting your emotions in something so delicate can result in tragedy... Ladies and Gentlemen and those between, welcome lady Sinthia. The witch who shall make you the most beautiful flowers there can ever be.... Inspired by: A ton of gardening games, Many readings of short stories, and generally a love for my Sarracenia plant, Jeremy :3

Growing up queer in a religious environment and other things from a queer kid.

It's 2021. Mirabelle is a florist. Oscar is in need of a Mother's Day bouquet. The rest is history. (Also, Oscar is a mess in this one) ~ Each chapter is divided in 5 parts, 3 of them which are social media parts. The rest is text.

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

Petunia Dursley's thoughts about the world, and her sister's child's place in it.

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.

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

An #OhmFluke AU where Fluke is a florist who helps his customer Ohm pick flowers for a gift. Ohm falls in love and tries to court the florist through the most romantic way he can think of, through the language of flowers.

. . Like the (fragile) love between me and you. . . Florist AU prompt: I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me.

This will be a collection of flash stories, probably most of them unrelated. Some may be me exploring a character who is part of a bigger story, some may be one offs or be incorporated into later works. Hope you enjoy!

A series of poems inspired by the fictional disease Hanahaki. Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease that starts with an unrequited love. If the love is strong enough, but still unrequited, a flower takes root in the lungs. As it grows, the victim starts coughing up petals, eventually progressing to full blooms and blood. The disease is fatal. The only cures are either to have the love returned before it's too late, or to remove the bloom through surgery, effectively killing off not only the flower but also any romantic feelings for whomever the victim had loved. The cover art is not mine. If you happen to recognize it and know the original artist, please let me know so I can give credit.

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

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!

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.

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

A shy girl with a hidden strength, Tia embarks on an adventure in a post-apocalyptic world, befriending a mysterious Victoria, and must find her true nature to save the world from a family with a dark secret- hers.

Compilation of stories I wrote for class

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.

Aaron had never been treated so kindly before. Why couldn't he have just trusted them? If he had, he wouldn't be so alone, he wouldn't have to still be alone. He let out a sob and fell to his knees. As he did, purple hyacinths sprouted, blooming through the snow. He was alone once again, and the only person to blame was himself.

The Victorian Language of Flowers. A collection of short poems. Book to be published soon. Only first 5 chapters are available for your reading pleasure. Thank you for everything.