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Vega was a respectable young woman, never straying from the path set out for her no matter the cost. Despite having made her own home, she never expected much to come from her life. After all, her parents would never truly let her leave. So when a dragon named Rastaban appears in her dreams seeking to make a deal, it all seems too good to be true. His freedom for hers. A way to be herself again, the chance to escape her family once and for all. But how can she save someone if she could hardly save herself? Moreover, what happens if they grow closer than they thought they would? **On hiatus ***I'm sorry y'all the semester's hitting hardddd

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

╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ 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

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!

Compilation of stories I wrote for class

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.

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.

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.

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

Hanakotoba - the language of flowers in Japanese. Flowers are very beautiful and never fails to impress people. Every day we see beautiful flowers, anywhere, everwhere. But, some flowers in Japan have a meaning to it. Some may mean death, others may mean love! If you believe or like reading things like this, look no further here it is! a book full of meanings of flowers in Japan so you would know what each flower means and color they represent! It also says the translation or the name of the flower in Japanese. started-02/27/21 ended-

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.

a shop that sells a lot of flowers with different meaning in it. it can be given to a loved one or just for yourself. she sells these pretty flowers that made the costumers have a stronger love for their significant other.

"And this world of grey was common for people their age. After all, only those who were fortunate enough to meet their soulmates could see the vibrant promises that had been made to them. At first sight of one's other half, it was said that all of a sudden, the world would explode with colors, a supernova of beauty that radiated from the pair and left a feeling of utter completion in their chests. But until that moment, you had to settle for blank expanses of achromatic nothingness, settle for friends gushing about their favorite color was when you yourself could barely comprehend what a color even was." - Kenzie McDalid doesn't know what to make of life anymore. She can only see it in black and white, physically and mentally. Sure, she's heard of stories of unrequited soulmates. But the chances of it happening to her are very, very slim. Right? - *INCOMPLETE* - This story is filled to the brim with symbolism, when it comes to flowers. If you want to laugh or cry because of the pure irony, go ahead and do some research as to what the flowers mean.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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