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bas-writes · 3 years
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Story time. I had an idea for this drabble since I got that prompt from @kaizokuwritings's 700 Flowers Event. But then I procrastinated, since I would have to translate a part of my favorite poem. Which is IMPOSSIBLE to be translated. Believe me. Don't expect too much of art from the quote you're going to see, but it was the closest to original's vibe I could do. Anyway, this is my second entry for said Event. First, with Robin, you can read here (clickable). The drabble was inspired by W malinowym chruśniaku (Down in raspberry bushes) by Bolesław Leśmian. I wish I could find English translation for you, but I doubt there's anyone crazy enough to translate Leśmian... Excepy for my poor attempt below 😂
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Angelica
Character: Zoro Reader: female (cis) Word Count: 420 (hehe) CW: explicit n.sfw content, vaginal sex, outdoor sex Flower meaning: inspiration, ecstasy
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You were whispering, tearing the raspberry-whelmed air, And the whisper of ours turned into silence, Only when my lips were taking the berries From your hands offering, bathed in your body.
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The smell—heavy and intense—was making his head spinning.
Dry grass, flowers, ground baked in the searing heat, angelica canopies over their heads, your sweat, his sweat, your sex, his sex, raspberries, raspberries, raspberries…
Zoro lifted himself up, arms straight, chest heaving with a grasping breath. But the cloud of scent was everywhere, full of love; close, far, it didn’t matter, it was choking and driving him crazy alike, swallowing him like a quicksand, like your impossibly wet heat clenching on his cock. He took a deep, shaky breath, muffling a groan of carnal pleasure breaking through his throat.
Through half-lidded eye, he looked down at you, at your trusting body surrendering itself to him. At your hair wet and messy, at your tears-stained cheeks, at sweat beading up between your breasts. At your hands clenching his coat. At your lips parted. At drops—red like your own blood—of raspberry juice flowing down your chin.
Zoro reached to the basket, another few berries ended in your mouth, already squished by his impatient, rough fingers. You whisper-screamed his name, sweet yet tangy juice filled your throat, calloused fingertips pressed at your tongue. You licked them eagerly and he twitched inside of you, groaning as his hips shot forwards. Squelching sounds of your arousal joined the symphony of the meadow.
He crushed his lips against yours, feral as ever; harsh taste of sake mingled with raspberries. His hands sneaked underneath, one lifted your hips. You wrapped legs around his waist, you both pulled yourselves closer, so impossibly close that you poured into each other, bodies glued, limbs tangled, breaths fused. He was so deep in you; you could feel him everywhere, filling, stretching, taking, giving.
Zoro broke the kiss, heels and fingers digging into his back forced a hissing moan out of him, carnal desire twisted his serious face with lustful whim. For a moment—for a mere second—you could see demonic gleam in his only eye; a danger that soon disappeared, when you put a raspberry between his lips.
Soft pulp felt ticklish between your tongues. Zoro moaned into the kiss, rasped out your name. He didn’t care about his body anymore, pressed you to the ground, and a heavy mass of healthy muscles almost pushed the air out of your lungs.
“Y/N... Love…” He stuttered, teeth clenched, face tense. “Love… You fucking… So fucking much…”
Your answer sank in his lips. And angelica were flowing over your heads, like clouds, shading your, tangled in ecstasy, bodies.
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goingmorry · 3 years
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CYCLAMEN ✿ [Eustass Kid x Reader]
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Tags: female reader, jealousy, fluff Word Count: 496 Author's Note: This is my entry for Meli's @kaizokuwritings 700 followers milestone writing challenge! Congrats again, dear! I hope you like it! 💖🥰
Much to the dismay of his closest comrades, Eustass Kid liked to think of himself as a fairly reasonable man. So long as people didn't fuck with the two most valuable aspects in his life — his unwavering loyalty to his pirate crew and his unquenchable thirst for the One Piece treasure — he was willing to pardon certain transgressions.
When you came barging into his life, however, your entire being threw him into chaos. Normally, Kid welcomed the unpredictability of it all, thrived in it even. But not when chaos involved the development of feelings. Feelings for another person that he didn't think he was capable of having.
He wasn't expecting you to worm your way into his good graces, much less tear down his heavily fortified walls, clawing your way inside and setting up camp in the deep recesses of his hardened heart.
That was then. This was now.
And right now, Kid was five seconds away from climbing over the counter — flowers and potted plants be damned — and clobbering the cashier's face for his unwarranted comment to you.
"Those flowers would really suit you, miss."
A faint blush surfaces over your cheeks at the stranger's compliment. "You think so?"
Tongue like a sharp knife and oozing with jealousy, Kid's booming voice cuts across your shameless flirting, "You want the damn flowers or not?"
"I'm not sure which to get—"
Patience wearing thin, he snarls at you, teeth bared like an injured animal feigning aggression to scare off potential threats, "Just take the fuckin' flowers already, you insufferable woman!"
Frowning at his increasingly irate behavior and refusing to make a scene, you grab his flesh arm and make a dash toward the exit, apologizing to the store clerk before leaving the flower shop empty-handed.
Sighing heavily, you turn to Kid, one arm resting on your hip in disapproval.
"Is it too much to ask you to behave yourself for a few seconds?"
Seemingly lost in thought, he doesn't answer you, amber eyes fixated on the road ahead.
"Go on," he says, cocking his head toward the town's harbor at the coast of the island, where the Victorian Punk was presently docked, "Got somethin' else I need to take care of."
"But—"
He doesn't wait for you to finish that sentence, sturdy legs heading in the opposite direction of the ship, leaving you to stare at the maroon fur coat draped over his wide retreating frame.
When he comes back to the ship, it's early in the night, the evening twilight encompassing the sky in clashing shades of purple and orange.
Without a word, Kid shoves a bouquet of flowers to your chest, causing you to flinch forward, your fingers grasping the delicate wrapping paper for purchase.
Cyclamen flowers.
Their upturned bright pink petals appear like outstretched arms, reaching toward you for a possessive embrace.
"Happy?"
The corners of your mouth turn upward until a full-blown smile graces your features.
"Very."
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vemuabhi · 3 years
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Sanji - Brunet (Exclusive Love)
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You always gain by giving love.
- Reese Witherspoon
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Hello everyone! I'm here with my 3rd piece for the 700 followers event hosted by @kaizokuwritings I hope you like it.
Pairing : Sanji X GN! Reader
Word count : 410
Genre : nothing but a lovely Sanji, fluff
A/N : I absolutely loved this and I'm so happy to write this flower for Sanji. Thank-you for giving me the chance to write for this event of yours.
© vemuabhi
Please support me if you like my writings
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Sanji was flipping the pages in his cook book. He was lost in his thoughts about what to make for the next day that he didn’t notice you entering the Kitchen. You were worried that he was sitting in the cold and brought him a blanket. You placed the blanket over his shoulders making him to notice you. He smiled gratefully and held your wrist. Placing a kiss on your knuckles he looked at you and asked, “Why aren’t you asleep yet, my angel?”.
You placed your free hand on your neck and replied, “I just… thought it was too cold so I got worried”. His eyes were widened for a split second but they again into the one with love and adoration for you. They weren’t heart eyes as his usual self but… only you could be given the honour to be looked at like that. That was your flex. You were the only one who could see that expression of adoration from him. It contained no words. Just pure feelings. You giggled as you ruffled his hair and went towards the single flower plant on the counter top. You sprinkled some water on it and all the time Sanji did nothing but to admire you. He placed his hands on the table and leaned on them, still looking at you. He couldn’t even believe that a person like you could even look at him and here you were, dating him.
“You take good care of them”, your voice broke the silence and he sat straight to pay you more attention. His gaze landed on the burnet in the small pot. “Of course! You gave it to me and I never let anyone touch them. Especially Luffy and that Marimo”, he pulled the blanket closer to him to fell it warmth. You giggled at his answer and he got up from his place. Heading towards you, he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on the back of your neck. “Shall we head to bed now?”, he asked as ran his fingers in your hair. He was getting sleepy and you knew it.
“Let’s go Sanji”, you said as you guided him to your shared room on the Sunny. You both cuddled each other and in just a few moments he fell asleep before you. You smiled and kissed his forehead. “Good night dear”, you whispered in his ear and after some time you too drifted into dreams.
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silenceofthecookies · 3 years
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Yami Sukehiro x reader (GN) - silence
This is an entry for @kaizokuwritings​’s flowers event. I got Lavender, which stands for fervent love, silence or “answer me”. Lavender is one of my favourite plants so I as super excited to get this one. Enjoy! 
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You entered the final room of the Black Bulls base, the final room that you had put flowers in. It was a strange idea, and maybe these flowers wouldn’t live long at all, but you didn’t care much. Several of the Black Bulls had expressed happiness when they saw the flowers appearing in the flowers in several rooms, which was all you needed to feel good about the idea.
There were the final plants you had put down. A few pots of lavender, scattered over the several windowsills. They gave off a nice smell as you approached them and watered them. As you looked out the window, you saw Yami training with a few other Bulls. Most of it was him kicking their asses though. You remained in front of the window even after you finished watering the plants and watched them for a while.
You loved the black-haired man. You couldn’t help it. No, he wasn’t prince charming, or even the most agreeable person, but there was something about him. Something that made you want to remain by his side. To be something more to him than just another subordinate. None of those feelings had been spoken yet, and you were afraid you’d never be able to. The fear of rejection was just too big. At least, it was today. There were moments when you felt a connection between you and your captain, moments where you could’ve sworn he looked at you differently than the others.
Yami noticed you standing in front of the window and waved at you after kicking Asta away again. You waved back at him and smiled, which earned you a smile of his in return, before he shifted his focus to the knights trying to attack him again.
It didn’t matter anyway. Whether he shared your feelings or not, you were fine with it. You’d silently remain by his side. He didn’t need your protection, but at least you could take care of him a little. And who knows? Maybe one day, you’d have the courage to break the silence.
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pagingdoctorbedlam · 3 years
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Alrighty, time to celebrate @kaizokuwritings​ with some flower power for the 700 Followers Flowers Event! It was a fun challenge keeping the drabble within wordcount (brevity is not the soul of my wit, I’m afraid), and I hope you all enjoy!
Prompt: Boxwood (Stoicism, Stability)
Character: Rob Lucci
Warnings: None; we got Lucci to behave for 2 seconds.
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The base is buzzing with news; the ship just came in. Everyone is rushing the docks to make sure their loved ones have made it back safely. But you do not join them. You walk, not run, to the gardens.
You pass the flower-covered arches where reunited lovers will soon swarm; your love wouldn't be caught dead waiting there. You head straight into the hedge mazes, boxwood surrounding your every move. Your feet know where to go. They carry you to a secluded corner of the maze that's marked only by a simple bench.
And there he is, already off the boat and waiting. Rob Lucci is not the sort to leap from the bench to embrace you, and you do not mind. Both of you are solid and sturdy, reliable ports for each other in your respective storms. You sit down next to him on the bench. You allow each other a moment of silence, taking in each other's familiar scents after so long apart. Softly, your knees touch.
When the two of you began dating, he was upfront about how often he'd be away with work. But he'd also made you a promise. That no matter what happened, even if a mission went long or left him on the brink of death, he'd always return to you. And you agreed in kind to always remain for him, that nothing would ever take you away. Neither of you are the sort to go back on your word. That quiet assurance is what brings you here every time, instead of clamoring at the docks with all the others. You know that for you, Lucci will always live, and will always come back.
You lean against his shoulder and finally break the silence. "I missed you."
He says nothing, at first. You almost expect him to be dismissive, the way he is with everyone else, the way he'd been with you before deciding you were important to him.
But then he admits, "I missed you too." The words are so quiet, you almost miss them. Admitting such a vulnerability to anyone, even himself, is simply not something Lucci does. "Even though I knew you'd be here the moment I returned, I missed you all the same."
"Love makes impatient fools out of all of us," You say with a smile. "Even you and me."
He sighs and takes your hand in his. "I suppose if I must be a fool, at least it's with you."
It is quiet again in your tiny corner of the garden, sequestered away from the rest of the world by walls of stoic boxwood. And at least for now, all is as it should be.
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softrozene · 3 years
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Nielle
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Ahhh this was interesting to do! I am pretty happy how this came out and of course, thank you Meli for creating such a fun challenge for your milestone event!
I lowkey had trouble at first since the Nielle flower has a different name where I am from called Corncockle or the official name Agrostemma githago. I had fun reading about it and it is such a beautiful flower omg.
@kaizokuwritings​ and here is Meli’s event!
Mihawk x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Nonbinary)
Flower: Nielle; Invitation to lust.
Warnings: Hint of Spice/Suggestive theme meaning it is heavily suggested of sexual adult themes about to take place. Besides that, sweet domestic fluff
Words: 461
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A small and gentle smile graces your face as you walk into your bedroom that you share with Mihawk. His castle is large and at the beginning of your relationship, he just had you down the hall before insisting you shared. It always makes you smile when you remember that.
However, you see a small bouquet on your dresser that gets your heart beating fast. A stunning pink and nearly purple color as each petal bear two or three discontinuous black lines. La nielle des blés or as Mihawk also shared with you, Agrostemma githago, or even Corncockles. Though it is considered poisonous when consumed it adds to its charm. A truly beautiful flower that is a part of the carnation family, Caryophyllaceae.
Your heart beats fast as you realize why they would be in here- Mihawk only gathers them when he is in the mood. Their beautiful meaning rather intimate. An invitation to lust. You nearly jump when you feel strong but gentle arms wrap around your waist. Mihawk’s chin resting on your shoulder as he also admires the flowers he gathered.
“You smell like cookies,” He muses.
His voice is deep and soothing as his breath meets your neck.
You laugh. “I have been making some, yeah. What’s the special occasion?”
“Besides living with you and having every divine moment in this large sometimes lonely castle with you? Nothing. I just wish to invite you… Consume you for the night. Will you accept your invitation?” Mihawk asks.
His verbal words of want for you make you heated- It always does, and he knows it. You smile as you pick up the flowers with care. He already knows your answer. How could you even dream of declining?
Even so- You take your time in answering him. Knowing how it teases and riles him up. The evidence is his lips connecting to your neck right below your ear. The slight pants in his breathing as he anticipates your answer. His want and need for you growing more.
“I will always accept your invitations, Mihawk,” You finally say as you turn in his arms.
He gives you small room for the flowers before you plant a kiss on his waiting lips. The heat of the kiss is quick to come as he steals your breath away. His passion leaking into it as his arms begin to stop holding you so he is able to cup your face.
You laugh as he pulls away and shows you his serious look since he knows by heart what your next words will be.
You say, “Let me put these in a vase really quick. Then I will grab your favorite wine and be right back.”
“Hurry then mi amor. This night is just beginning.”
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kaizokuwritings · 3 years
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(     *     7OO FOLLOWERS EVENT    !    
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I finally celebrate my 700 followers, thanks again ! I decided this time to do a multifandom challenge ! I hope the informations below are clear (please read them carefully) and that you will be interested.
Who is concerned ?  
You can participate whether you are a writer or an artist, even if your blog is not focused on that activity. (when I was working on this event, I first thought it was more for writers, so I hope artists will still be interested and inspired!)
What does this challenge consist of?  
The author have to write a drabble (100 to 500 words maximum) around this list of prompts. For the artists, it will be to draw the word that I will give you (again from the same list).
How to participate ?  
Send me an ask from the blog you will be participating in (or @ your side blog) and you must give me three characters (your favorite or not, you decide). In response I will tell you randomly which word is assigned to you and I will do the same for the character! 
For example : "I would like to participate in your flower event! I would love to write with this blog about the following characters: Zoro, Law or Kid."
Also tell me if you are an adult or a minor to avoid NSFW prompts if you are underage.
Post your work on Tumblr mentioning me (@kaizokuwritings) and tag your work as #afloweramong700. If I haven’t reblogged your post soon, please DM me with the link so I don’t miss it! 
Which fandoms are involved ?
You can write/draw for the following fandoms : ONE PIECE, JUJUTSU KAISEN, NARUTO and BLACK CLOVER. 
What are the deadlines ? 
You can ask me for a prompt from now until the end of the event : July 28th at 11pm CET (if needed i will extend this date). 
Can I participate more than once ? 
Of course you can! I wanted it to be quick, small, no-pressure writing/drawing, so that if you wanted to, you could participate multiple time. Of course, no pressure ! 
more details under the cut 
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FOR WRITERS !
The writings must necessarily be in the reader insertion format. Relationships can be romantic or platonic.
You must mentionned in your writing the flower and/or what it represents. 
You may direct it as you wish but all writing must be SFW if you are a minor. You can make your writing suggestive if it fits your prompt, or completely NSFW if that is the focus of your word.
No romance between an adult and a minor. No moral and/or physical degradation (your character inflicts mental or physical torture on the reader, or vice versa) and no harmful elements such a racism, antisemitism, etc. 
If your writing contains the following elements : depression, death, anxiety or a suggestive/nsfw theme, be sure to mention the appropriate warnings at the begginning of the post. 
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FOR ARTISTS !
Your work must be SFW if you are a minor. You can make your art suggestive if it fits your prompt, or completely NSFW if that is the focus of your word.
All work must represent your assigned character in solo or "spectator insertion" (I mean this for example). 
The flower you were given must be visible in your drawing but of course you are free to insert it as you wish!
But please, your work must not contain the following elements: a minor character presented in a suggestive way, love interaction between a minor and an adult and no harmful elements such a racism, antisemitism, etc. 
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THE PRIZES !
If you publish your work within the allowed time, you will get a free pass for my box. 
After July 28th, I will randomly choose a writer and an artist winner. They will each receive the following set:
a headcanon (an example here) 
a drabble (an example here)
a scenario (an example here)
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FINALLY...
Have fun participating! Don’t put pressure on yourself, I’m organizing this little event for fun and to celebrate my 700 followers with you. I hope this informations are clear and that you find this event interesting! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send me an ask. 
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tsunderedoctor · 3 years
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Azalea Petals
@kaizokuwritings​ hope you like it! Kind of accidently made it sad-- Congrats again on getting 700!! You deserve it love!  💖 💖
It's been a while since you heard from Rosinante last. He's been away for years now, trailing after his brother as a spy for the Marines; it bothered you that he would do something so dangerous, but you knew nothing would stop his belief in saving his brother. You looked out window to see people going about their day, not a clue to what others do for their safety. A knock at your door startled you from your thoughts and your feet moved automatically to see who it was. Nerves were high everyday now, was it a Marine telling you Rosinante was hurt? Or worse? Part of you wondered if his brother would find the truth and seek vengeance by hurting you in someway, those thoughts seemed to be the best to keep you up at night.
Answering the door; a mailman greeted you happily. Exchanging a few words with the man as he handed you the mail. He tipped his hat at the end and bid you a 'good day' before moving on to the next house. A sigh of relief left your body as soon as you were able to close and lock the door again.
Sitting back down at the dining table you mused through the mail; a few bills and statements made their way to you and it seemed no cause for worry. You almost threw the pile of letters onto the table before a small one fell out from the in between. Tilting your head to the side you picked it up cautiously, almost afraid of what it could be.
Searching for a letter opener beside you, you easily slipped the envelope open and stared at the note in shock. This handwriting was familiar, too familiar to forget. Tears filled the corners of your eyes as you read the letter from your beloved.
'I miss you, is that too blunt to say? I think the way others talk is getting to me now, even though I don't participate in their exchange, their way of tongue has left me corrupted I'm afraid. Perhaps you would find that amusing, you always did say I didn't open up enough. I realize it might be stressful for you and I want to apologize for all the pain I have caused you over the years. I'm writing this letter to let you know the pain can now end and if you can I want you to move on; I'm sorry for everything. I love you, thank you.'
Your mind became a void as you processed the words; deep down you knew what he meant. You wanted to feel something, but numbness overtook you as you calmly placed the letter down. Opening the remaining parcel that was placed in the envelope with the note your tears finally shown through. Azalea petals greeted you as the broken stem laid dead; perhaps this was a metaphor for your fallen lover, perhaps the mailman wasn't so careful in his deliveries. Who knows.
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smol-fatale · 3 years
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Magnolia
This is my second fic for @kaizokuwritings​’ Flowers Event. Hope you enjoy it my dear and here’s the prompt:
✿ Your character -> NAMI ✿ Your flower -> MAGNOLIA. cheerfulness, strength.
GN Reader x Nami, No warnings (fluff), ~315 words, (Read on Ao3) clickable
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Since joining the crew you were tasked with the (mis)fortune of carrying your nakama to safety. This could be anything from dragging Luffy out of the sea to carrying an unconscious Zoro to Chopper. If the monster trio was incapacitated, you were always the next in line. 
Your girlfriend Nami, in particular, loved to be carried even when not in the midst of battle. Of course, as a businesswoman, she never did anything without a (mostly) fair agreement. In exchange for being carried, you could receive a massage, a mini shopping spree (as in only one item), or anything else of your choosing within her capacity. Most times you withheld your “coupons” (as she liked to call them) for a later date, choosing instead to enjoy holding your love.
Now imagine your surprise when the roles were reversed. Nami is not weak by any means but she very much lives by the motto: Work smarter, not harder. If someone else could complete the task as exactly ordered then there was no need for her to get her hands dirty. However, waking up under the mikan trees of the Sunny, you were shocked not to see Sanji or Chopper but a soaking wet Nami. 
“Oh! You’re awake!” Nami jumped at your blinking eyes and sluggish movement.
“You were knocked unconscious and fell overboard. Everyone was busy but somebody had to save you,” she held you tight with her ear resting over your heart. 
You blearily looked around at the calmness before you. The crew was peacefully resting on deck with soft cooking and violin sounds coming from Sanji and Brook respectively. In the distance, you could see the wreckage of another ship slowly floating down into the abyss.
“You’re so strong love,” you kissed her forehead before wrapping your arms around her.
“Aren’t I?” she responded cheekily, her smile reminding you of orange magnolias.
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bas-writes · 3 years
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This is probably the fastest I have ever written a challenge text, but, somehow, the prompt and character were matching so well the idea appeared almost immediately. And what is ~500 words to write ;)
Anyway, this is my first entry for @kaizokuwritings's 700 Flowers Event. Congratulations, Meli! And thank you for this sweet challenge! <3
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Wallflower
Character: Robin Reader: female (trans inclusive) Word Count: 450 CW: none
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A wallflower crown feels like a meadow planted in your hair: the characteristic, sunlit and warm scent surrounds you like a heavy aroma of hay, dry grass, wild flowers and freedom. You tilt your head, leaning into her sublime fingers finishing off her masterpiece. Her skin has soaked in that smell as well, now rubs it into your temple, caressing, massaging you.
“Open your eyes.” Robin prompts you and your gazes meet in the mirror. You can’t help but return the smile, but intertwine your hand with hers resting on your waist.
“It looks like the sun.” Indeed, bright yellow petals with orange showing through on the edges remind of summer beams of sunlight. What a bright, bold contrast with the innocence of your white dress.
Robin reaches for the veil, carefully clips it into the flower crown, drapes it around your head and neck, the touch of her finger tips is like little kisses spilled all over your skin.
“In my neck of the seas,” she muses, brushing off invisible dust from your shoulders, “it was believed that seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding would bring bad luck to the spouse.”
“And yet, here you are.” You smile at her through the mirror. Her face, loving and gentle, reminds you of a statue of a goddess you once saw in a temple she showed you. Such beauty, dignity and grace couldn’t belong to a mortal woman, to a woman you were about to marry and call yours forever.
“I brought the counter poison.” Robin taps the wreath on your head. “The erysimum, the flower of a bride.”
A foreign word rolls weirdly on your tongue as you try to repeat after her. You never heard anyone calling a wallflower like that - but it suits her, her accent from the West Blue, her nerdy jargon, her warm seriousness.
“In my neck of the seas-” You leaned against her, accepting her arms wrapping around you with a serene smile. “-it’s a groom who brings a bride a bunch of wallflowers. As a sign of fidelity.”
“Poor brides.” You can feel her lips pressed on the back of your head. “The flowers droop so fast.”
Robin’s thumb caresses your ring finger, “Gold is more tough. I can’t wait to see you in it.”
“Ditto.”
The kiss is careful, to not smudge the lipstick, yet sweet and loving. You almost pity yourself that you have to part from her. But it’s time. You can’t drag your heels any longer.
Robin smooths her own dress and, flashing you with a beaming smile, reaches for your hand, before leading you to the makeshift “altar” the crew rose for you to exchange vows.
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vemuabhi · 3 years
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Heather - Robust Love
Annyong haseyo!!! This is my fic for the 700 follower’s event of @kaizokuwritings​  I hope you like it~~
Paring : Killer X Fem!Reader
Warnings : Mention of alcohol but mostly fluff
Word Count : 463
A/N : I honestly didnt knew that Heather was a Flower until I got the word for the event.
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Getting drunk right away after reaching a new island wasn’t a new thing for the Kidd Pirates. One time you continuously drank, without a care in the world.
After some time, Killer noticed you crawling on the floor, trying to stand up. But still were holding the beer bottle in your hands. ‘I can’t believe how a person can be so irresponsible’, he thought as he shook his head and went to pick you up. “Get up Y/N, please don’t be second Kidd”, he said as he placed his arm under yours trying to pick you up but he was stopped because you head butted his mask, making him to lose his grip on you.
“Don’t.., you touch me”, you hiccupped and Killer just stared at you in disbelief. He sighed as he rolled his eyes because of how drunk you were.
“I have a boyfriend”, you ended and with the help of a chair you stood up. Killer’s eyes widened at your statement. If he didn’t have his mask, anyone could’ve noticed how pink his cheeks turned. You sipped from your bottle and tried to move forward. ‘Drunk idiot. Doesn’t even recognise me’, he thought as he smiled under his mask.
Killer placed a hand on his mask and said, “God you are unbelievable”, grinning at your actions. He stood up and walked beside you as you continued to stumble.
“Don’t follow me you jerk! I’ll make my boyfriend hunt you down”, you spat back and he sighed, “I’ll hunt myself down but at least stop drinking now”, he said as he took your bottle away. You tried to throw a punch at him but slipped and as you were about to fall down, he caught you in an instant.
“Killer!”, you exclaimed and tugged on his shirt, “That guy was following me and... and took my beer away!”, you wined and passed out on his shoulder. He mentally noted to stop you from drinking this much. He gently picked you up like the princess you were to him and walked towards the ship. He was so proud of your loyalty even though your actions were like Kidd.
He smirked as he placed you down on your bed. He ran his fingers through your hair soothingly and looked at your peaceful sleeping face.
The next morning, you woke up and saw that there were flowers on the desk beside your bed. You excitedly woke up and then suddenly felt an ache in your head. ‘Damn it’, you thought but still took the flowers.
You walked out of the room trying to reach the kitchen, where Killer usually is at this time
“Killer! I love these Heather’s Thankyou baby!!”, you said and lifted up his mask to kiss his cheek making him smile.
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I hope you like it! I loved writing for Killer. I saw so many videos of people being drunk and also after getting surgery, they said so many things and proved that they are loyal to their partners and this felt like the perfect time to write something of this kind.
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vemuabhi · 3 years
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Geranium - Kindness
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“If you love someone, tell them...Because hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.”
― Pamela Daranjo
It felt appropriate for the drabble.
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Annyong Haseyo!! I just wrote my 2nd piece for the 700 followers event hosted by @kaizokuwritings
Pairing : Ace X GN! Reader
Flower : Geranium
Word count : 490
Warnings : Unrequited Love and Angst, I hope its okay, I really was in a mood to write angst with Ace. Mention of death.
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When you joined the white beard crew, you observed that they were absolutely a chaotic mess. But were super amazing and very reliable. Your first friend was the lively freckled fire man. He was so lively and social, giving you no chance to make an effort to talk to him.
Being a friend of Ace gave you the most powerful source of protection when the enemies were too strong. But you had to carry him after he fell asleep. ‘Fell asleep where?’, that’s a hard question. It could range from after battle or even in the shower after he took a bath.
You heard nonstop about his little brother who was also a pirate from Ace. Dang you could even write a book about Luffy on how much time Ace talked about him. Being with him and going on missions with him, you noticed that your feelings changed about him. ‘From when? Why’, you didn’t know.
It could be the time where he took the attack meant for you or when he just hugged you when you were down.
Could be the time he made jokes to make you laugh or the time he brought you geranium just because he thought they reminded him of you. You still remember the moment when you cried with happiness on how a person could think of you this purely.
But it wasn’t easy to know how Ace was feeling about you. He was nice, amazing, strong and friendly. Still you were unsure of how to confess to him. In a positive outcome, he could also feel the same and you both could date. In the negative outcome, it could make your friendship awkward and uneasy. You were scared. Deciding to wait for some time, you didn’t confess your true feelings.
After days you stood straight on soft green grass below you, with your hair fluttering in the wind you took a step forward towards Ace. People said Ace was really a kind man but, was he really? It was quiet and you could only see Ace before you. You held the red geranium flowers in your hand and exhaled.
“I love you. I’ve always loved you Ace”, you confessed. Only to hear nothing in return. You bit your lower lip and let your tears fall down your cheeks. You crouched down and placed the flowers before the tomb stone and cried.
“Why didn’t I stop you? Why did you have to die”, you sobbed harder and yelled, “WHY DIDN’T I TELL MY FEELINGS WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE”, now you had to regret for keeping your mouth shut all this time.
But little did you know, he also looked at you with the same adoration you felt in your heart. It was the first time for him and he didn’t have any experience. So, he also decided to wait. Wait till for a while. Both of you didn’t express your feelings at the end.
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Thankyou for reading, I hope you liked it!
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kaizokuwritings · 3 years
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BOUQUET MASTERLIST
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this is the masterlist of my challenge for my 700 followers ! if your writing is not listed below, please let me know politely. a big thank you for all the participant <3💐
writings -> 🌸 | art -> 🌺 | spicy piece -> 🍁 | angst -> 🥀
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ONE PIECE BOUQUET
› wallflower ▸ robin | @some-piece 🌸
› lily of the valley ▸ law | @issatheartist 🌺
› nielle ▸ mihawk | @dreamingrouge 🌸🍁
› glycine ▸ vivi | @issatheartist 🌺
› heather ▸ killer | @vemuabhi 🌸
› valerians ▸ luffy | @tangerinesdream 🌸
› white rose ▸ sabo | @dumb-bast 🌸
› mouron ▸ rayleigh | @pure-kirarin 🌸
› angelica ▸ zoro | @some-piece 🌸🍁
› brunet ▸ sanji | @vemuabhi 🌸
› geranium ▸ ace | @vemuabhi 🌸🥀
› boxwood ▸ lucci | @pagingdoctorbedlam 🌸
› azalea ▸ rosinante | @tsunderedoctor 🌸🥀
› columbine ▸ sanji | @smol-fatale 🌸🥀
› cyclamen ▸ kid | @goingmorry 🌸
› magnolia ▸ nami | @smol-fatale 🌸
› angelica ▸ vivi | @smol-fatale 🌸
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BLACK CLOVER BOUQUET
› centaury ▸ yami | @tangerinesdream 🌸
› lavender ▸ yami | @silenceofthecookies 🌸
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JUJUTSU KAISEN BOUQUET
› red anthurium ▸ sukuna | @pirate-shrimpi 🌺
› burnet ▸ sukuna | @roll-da-credits 🌸
› reseda ▸ inumaki | @justanawolf 🌸
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smol-fatale · 3 years
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Farewell
This is my first fic for @kaizokuwritings​' Flowers Event. Hope you enjoy it my dear and here's the prompt:
✿ Your character -> SANJI ✿ Your flower -> COLUMBINE. sadness, trouble
GN Reader x Sanji, Mild Angst, ~385 words (Read on Ao3) <-Clickable
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Honestly, you should have known; especially from the beautiful bouquet of columbines handed to you once you walked through the door. Before that day, you didn’t even know that those flowers existed, nor the meaning of them. 
That day, Sanji invited you over for a dinner date. Of course, you accepted, not only for the delicious food but to spend time with your boyfriend. Unbeknownst to you, it was a farewell dinner. The food was amazing as expected, but there was a twinge of sadness whenever you looked at Sanji’s face. Many times, you were about to question his sadness but each time he changed the subject, his eyes begging you to wait a little longer.
Finally, after dinner was long over, your boyfriend sat you down on the couch and broke the news to you.
“I have to go.”
Before you could ask, he continued.
“Some bad men are after me. I’m sorry I never explained this but I’m not just a cook. I never want to put you in danger so from now on, we’re not together. We never even met.” You couldn’t believe your ears. Your boyfriend has people after him and he’s not just an ordinary chef? Impossible. You two have been together for three years and all you’ve ever known was him in the kitchen. You couldn’t imagine him as anything else. 
Protests and calls for an explanation died on your lips as you saw the tears pool in Sanji’s eyes. Yes, your boyfriend lied to you. But if it was for your protection, can you really fault him? Determined to be strong for him, you pulled him into your arms and agreed to be strangers once again. Your heart broke as his tears stained your shirt. If a few of your own tears escaped your eyes, that’s only for him to know. “Please live,” you whispered into his ear, the only condition you asked in exchange for becoming unknown to him once more.
“I promise,” he assured before softly enclosing your lips in his for one final time. At home was where you allowed yourself to fully breakdown. Bouquet in hand, you looked at it through teary eyes and resolved to keep the flowers alive. As long as they were living, Sanji would also live until you two met again.
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Masterlist
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