I would really love more of platonic Kƶnig with the gardener and the others fuming.
I'll YELL WHEN I WANT TO
In all seriousness, I don't mind writing platonic. I'm assuming it's 100% platonic Kƶnig and semi-interested 141. This is been in my inbox for a while - hope you're still around.
On the days, Gaz lingers around the property, you've realized that the lumbering giant with claws doesn't come near the edge of the forest. He's been hanging around more since the group warned you.
You wonder if it's something to do with the type of creatures they are as you pluck one of the ripened berries from its vine. Your little blackberry bush has been one of Kƶnig's favorites as of late.
Gaz is stretched out on a picnic blanket he pulled from then air after shedding his usual outfits to bathe in the sun. He's shameless in the way he displays his body.
It makes you roll your eyes when he attempted to get you to strip off your gardening outfit and join him in the sun.
"Does he not like you?" You finally ask the lingering question.
"The big guy?" Gaz lifts his sunglasses, a small grin on his lips. "Miss him?"
Your lips tug downward into a frown. "That's not an answer."
"That's not one either." He counters, dropping his sunglasses back down. "I'll tell you if you give me a blackberry."
Your eyes fall to the biggest berry you've plucked and something in the back of your mind is telling you not to. It isn't yours to give.
"No, you'll tell me for nothing." Your voice is firm as you level your eyes on him, brows furrowing.
The smile he had drops, you swear you see a snarl for half a second. "That's not how this works."
"How what works? I said you could sunbathe on the lawn. You either answer my question or leave." You square your shoulders, trying to portray confidence as you speak.
"You think you can order me around? I'm inside now - you invited me." He shifts, clearly ready to do challenge you further.
The sun had been beaming down on you moments ago. A chill goes up your spine and you turn to see the lumbering giant's maw dripping with something that isn't berry juice.
"You called?" He croaks, deeper than you've ever heard his normally high-pitched voice.
You didn't hear the branches breaking, the alligator-like bellows warning of his return or even the bushes make way for him. Your hand lifts up the blackberry to him, speech lost for the moment.
He lowers his head, tongue curling around the berry before it tosses it into his mouth. The juice drips down his chin and onto your palm.
You turn back to look at Gaz - he's fully dressed now, standing on his feet with a grimace. "You're supposed to be busy."
"The harvest is ready." Kƶnig bellows, low in his throat.
Gaz's eyes land on you once more woth that slighted look before he plasters his smile on his face, "I'll see you next time, gardener."
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Hello!! I'm here to talk about the longest request I've ever made, which is about the gardener reader! (ā ćā Ļā ćā )
Technically it's long because I had to put the meaning of each of the flowers, I must also clarify that the meaning is not 100% reliable for two reasons, first I made that request in the early morning so āā (ā Ā“ā Š“ā `ā )ā ā
Second, I looked for the meaning on different pages, so I'm sorry for putting a meaning that wasn't there. Now we start talking about the "Dream Declaration" store! (ā ļ½”ā ā¢Ģā į“ā -ā )ā ā§
1. | āThis reader unlike other readers of my requests. This reader is somewhat quiet and polite, that's why he made a silent declaration to Aventurine because Aventurine was quite attractive and he thought she wouldn't notice someone like them.
2. | āThe "Dream Declaration" store, is a play on words, this is done on purpose because "Dream" is used to dream, while Declaration is used to declare a person or something in a general way, if you put meaning to the word it says: "DeclaraciĆ³n de en sueƱo"
3. | āA detail, which is not mentioned but easy to conclude is that the reader has a notebook about flowers, explaining their meaning, how to take care of them and their respective drawing. Also, he has marked the pages that contain the flowers that are related to love.
For now, those are them, since I didn't have much imagination with the reader who owns a garden.
I consider that this reader is like me, a person Introverted and somewhat insecure about romantic feelings, due to his insecurities that Aventurine was the opposite of him, he decided it was best to silently declare his love when Aventurine came to make her usual visit.
Summary: In the quiet sanctuary of your garden, youāve silently declared your feelings for Aventurine, who seems far beyond your reach. Through the language of flowers, youāve woven a message into each bloom, hoping he might understand what youāre too shy to voice. When Aventurine visits your garden, his sharp gaze and intuitive nature begin to unravel your hidden emotions, leading to a quiet but profound moment of understanding between the two of you.
Warnings: Mild emotional tension, References to insecurity and self-doubt, Mentions of past trauma (Aventurineās backstory).
The sun had barely begun to dip beneath the horizon when Aventurine made his way to the garden. His steps, fluid and purposeful, were masked by the softness of the evening breeze, carrying with it the intoxicating scent of blooming flowers. There was a subtle elegance to everything he did, his every gesture calculated and deliberate. But as he approached the garden, his usual demeanor shifted to something more akin to curiosity. The garden had always been a place of tranquility, one that he had come to associate with moments of quiet reflectionāthough he rarely allowed himself to truly reflect.
You, the gardener, stood near the edge of the garden, tending to a patch of roses, your delicate fingers brushing against the petals as if you were in a silent conversation with them. You had noticed his arrival, but you hadnāt looked up. It was not because you were unaware of his presenceāhow could you not be? Aventurine was impossible to ignore. But you were not one for grand declarations or dramatic gestures. The idea of speaking your feelings aloud was something that made you shrink back in quiet embarrassment. And so, you had chosen a different pathāa quieter one. You had made a silent declaration to him, one he would never hear unless he looked carefully enough to understand the meaning behind your every movement.
Your eyes flickered momentarily toward him, only to quickly return to the flowers in your hands. The āDream Declarationā was more than just a name for your shop. It was your way of slowly revealing something you couldnāt say out loud. Each flower you cultivated, each arrangement you carefully crafted, held its own secret meaning. And today, you had chosen carefully.
The roses you were tending to were whiteāa symbol of purity, but also the start of something deeper. To some, it might be a quiet whisper of admiration. To you, it was a declaration of your own silent longing, a longing you were too shy to voice. Your hands trembled slightly as you traced the outline of the petals, your mind running with thoughts of what youād never say aloud to him. How could you? He, the brilliant strategist, the charming, larger-than-life figure, who could see through the motives of even the most skilled con artists. What would someone like him ever see in you, the quiet, introverted gardener, lost in the language of flowers?
Aventurine, noticing the subtle tremor in your hands, took a slow step closer, his keen eyes studying the way you interacted with the flowers. His usual smile, the one that danced in his eyes and tilted the corners of his mouth, was absent, replaced by a thoughtful gaze. He watched you carefully, sensing there was more to you than just your quiet demeanor. He had seen the book you kept close to youāthe one filled with notes and sketches of flowers, each annotated with their meanings. He had seen the pages where certain flowers were marked with delicate precision. The ones related to love. It was hard not to wonder what kind of message you were silently sending, especially when heād noticed you hadnāt looked up at him once since he arrived.
"You know," Aventurine spoke, his voice smooth like velvet, but tinged with a note of curiosity, "these roses are rather beautiful. But I canāt help but wonder... are you telling them something that Iām not hearing?"
Your breath caught in your throat at his words. You couldnāt meet his gaze, too afraid that the vulnerability in your heart would be exposed. Your hand moved instinctively to cover the pages of your book, the ones where the flowers of love were delicately marked, as though you could hide your feelings as easily as you had hidden your heart.
"Youā¦ youāre probably imagining things," you stammered, avoiding his eyes.
Aventurineās smile remained, though his eyes sharpened with the kind of subtle understanding he reserved for his most calculated moves. He took a small step forward, lowering his gaze to the roses you had been tending to. His fingers brushed the edges of a particularly delicate flower, the soft petals quivering at his touch.
"Perhaps," he said, his voice carrying a layer of gentle amusement, "but Iāve learned that when someone tends to something with care, thereās usually more to it than meets the eye."
The weight of his words hung between you, an unspoken tension that neither of you acknowledged out loud. Your heart thudded in your chest as you realized that, somehow, in his quiet way, he had seen through the facade you had so carefully built. He had read you, not with the sharp, analytical mind that made him one of the Ten Stonehearts, but with the quiet, intuitive understanding that he seemed to possess when it came to people.
You remained silent, but in your mind, you wondered if you could really hide the feelings you had nurtured so carefully in the garden. Did he see through the petals and leaves? Could he truly read the message you had woven into each bloom?
"I supposeā¦" Aventurine mused, his tone light but carrying an undertone of something more sincere, "that sometimes the best declarations are the ones that remain unsaid."
You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes met his. The hues of his gaze seemed to pierce through you, and for a moment, you saw something other than the confident, calculating strategist that everyone else saw. There was a softness in his eyes, a hint of something buried beneath the surface, something perhaps even more vulnerable than what you were too afraid to admit.
Aventurineās smile returned, but it was different this timeāgentler, with an almost imperceptible tilt of his head. "But I think I understand what youāre saying," he continued, his voice quiet and sincere.
Your breath caught in your throat as the weight of his words sank in. He wasnāt just commenting on the roses, was he? No, Aventurine was acknowledging something deeper, something unspoken but undeniable.
"Youāll find," he added with a knowing smile, "that in this game, itās not always about making a grand declaration. Sometimes, the most powerful ones are the quietest."
And in that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, your silent declaration was not lost after all.
ok but bakugou make love to u in ur new green garden or like
He surprises you. When he knows you're going to be busy visiting your mothers grave, he calls Deku and Shoto, Denki and Kirishima and they all work on replanting all the perinnials that you loved. (Bkg memorized them all) When you get back its just him, surrounded by freshly turned beds of soil and dandelions growing in the grass. When he tells you what he did, sheepishly like he can't believe he's this sappy, you don't say a word. Tears start to fall down your cheeks and he's starting to panic, "Fuck, I never meant to make you cry fucking Deku and his stupid ideas-" but you're already launching yourself at him. Kissing all over his face and telling him in between your sobs, "Its the, it's the nicest thing anyone has ever *sniff* done for me. I love you Katsuki." He can't believe his ears, the one thing he's been waiting (not so patiently) to hear from you is finally here. And he just goes beet red. "I love you too." It's a hoarse whisper but you can hear the conviction in his words. Making love on the grass, under the shining sun, it's a memory that you will cherish for the rest of your life.
i had an idea for high nite but then I forgot and fell asleep so I missed it š but luckily I remembered š
I've seen some royal aus but they normally make Eddie the knight/blacksmith/stable boy which is cute but imagine the reverse
imagine prince Eddie who is very silver spoon but with a rebellious streak who has his eyes on maid/royal librarian/servant of some kind reader and will steal as many moments as he can go flirt even though it's a big no-no within the castle and would definitely make his father, the King, upset if he knew his Prince son had affection for someone "lower"
But don't imagine Prince Eddie in all his royal garb and his curls soft and shiny from the elegant products and his crown glistening as it goes askew on his head from hiking up reader's skirts to take them up against the wall trying to be quiet as to not alert anyone
waiiiiiit okay listen Iāll be the first to admit iāve not been huge into the historical!au genre, howeverā¦ this mightāve just swayed me, anon.
+18 mdni
because yeah have we considered Prince Eddie of the Western Plains whoās a known scamp. just an absolute dog for the maidens. so when he sets his sights on you, the Royal Gardenerās assistant (not the perfectly eligible, much more age-appropriate Royal Gardener, herself) itās soā¦ overwhelming.
he literally shirks all his duties, so thereās plenty of time for fucking around in the stables all day, broken up by the greenhouse visits he takes every few bells to tease and flirt with you.
ācould come see me after dinner hour, princess,ā Eddie says, leaning against one of the sturdy oak gardening tables, directly in the way of your handheld broomās path.
you swat at his side with the brush, whipping around to make sure no one else was nearby before chiding with a hiss- āshhh. keep your voice down, sire. youāre going to get us both in trouble, calling me that.ā
he pouts. unamused, you tap at his side again. āplease, Eddie- move. youāll get dirt on your trousers, besides.ā
āi think I liked being called sire, by that sweet mouth, better than my own name.ā he chooses an opposing table to drape himself against, silver circlet in his hair twinkling with sunlight as he tilts his head- āwhatās got you all pent up, hmm?ā
āI think you know what,ā you whisper, with a clipped edge to your tone- āwinding me up all day, putting a hand up my skirts as you pass-ā
ācareful, my lady.ā Eddieās voice is suddenly at your ear, his front fitting snug against your back, hips pressing your own into the table. āthat sounds like heresy speech against a royal. they could put you in handcuffs, for that.ā
your breath hitches. his long hair tickles at your cheek. the greenhouse is eerily quiet, just you and Eddie and the smell of rich, damp soil as you press back into the thickening bulge of his crotch.
āgonna tie me up, my lord? is that a promise?ā
Iāve been binge-reading your gardener!reader x bakugou fics and I LOVE THEM WITH ALL MY HEART!!!!
which is why I hate to do this to you
Situation in which thereās a high-scale villain attack and readerās home and garden gets destroyed (along with most of the neighborhood and city) BUT reader doesnāt know yet because they were knocked out and injured during the attack and bakugou was able to save them and pull them out of the house but couldnāt save readerās garden and so he blames himself for that and for you being in the hospital and doesnāt know how to break the news that your home and garden (and pictures of your mom) are gone!!!
Also if he isnāt pacing the hospital floor waiting for you to wake up, heās out searching for Artemis and trying to salvage anything from your garden to bring to you (specifically any type of flower seedling or picture)
nonnie.... how dare you make me want to write angst. but thank you!! I'm in love with this pairing and am always looking for excuses to write more about it. hope you like this!!
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Katsuki's blood ran cold when he heard the neighborhood they were being called to. Please be alright, please be alright.
It was a chant, a prayer that you were safe and sound with Artemis and your garden and your beautiful home. But when they arrived, him first- blasting through the skys as fast as he could- your house was a mess of rubble and smoke. He tore through the concrete with his heart in his throat. He didn't want to be in a world without you, and that's all he could think as he searched for you.
By the time he found you he was in tears, and seeing your beautiful face bruised and scraped dragged a sob out of his chest. He cradled you against him and let out a desperate cry that sounded like it belonged to someone else.
"We're over here, HELP US!!!"
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As soon as he had you set up in the hospital he returned to your house, guilt keeping his heart in a vice as he saw the true scope of the damage. The villain had destroyed half the city in her rampage. And your garden, that you had painstakingly tended to for more than a decade, was torn to pieces. The photos on the toppled walls were cracked as he collected the ones of your mother. Its the least he could do after not protecting you.
"Some hero you are, Katsuki," he grumbled to himself, looking around for any sign of life in your garden.
He called for Artemis, gathered more momentos from your house, and waited anxiously for a call from the hospital.
When it finally came, he froze.
What could he say to you? Would you even want to see him after he failed you so horribly?
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You woke in a white room, with pain everywhere. But your first thought was of him.
"Ka.." you tried your best to speak only to find your throat rough as gravel.
"Don't try to speak, ma'am." There was a bright voice beside you, and as you focused your gaze you realized that pro hero Deku was at your bedside. You frowned as you looked at him, your brain slowly coming to the conclusion,
that was wrong.
"He's here. He just... doesn't know if you want to see him. I'm sorry to say your house was destroyed in the villain attack, and he wanted me to tell you that your garden was also destroyed." Deku spoke on behalf of his friend as best as he could, but all you wanted in that moment, needed, was Katsuki.
"Please." It was all you could get out, but Deku understood right away.
"I'll go get him."
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Katsuki paced outside your hospital room, barking orders to his subordinates through the phone, "Her name is Artemis, she's a calico. She should be in the neighborhood. I don't give a fuck what you do, find her."
"She's asking for you." Deku murmured casually, watching Katsuki immediately hang up the phone and fall silent.
"She shouldn't be." He muttered, self loathing evident in every word.
"Who are you to make that decision for her?" Deku frowned, with Kacchan he never pulled his punches and it was for a reason. Sometimes the only one who could make Katsuki see reason was someone willing to call him on his bullshit.
"I wasn't there! For fucks sake Deku I wasn't there the one time she needed me." Katsuki's words were distraught, and he refused to meet his friends eyes.
"She needs you now." Deku rested his large hand on his friends shoulder, giving it an encouraging squeeze. "Be her hero, Kacchan. That's what she needs."
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Bakugou stays with gardener!reader through the winter. There's tears shed over the garden and moments of hope, but mostly its you two getting to know each other when he's not on duty. You haven't been sleeping well since the garden was cut down, bad dreams of it happening again, of the garden never growing back, have made you reluctant to go to sleep unless you're exhausted. So he shows up late sometimes just to hold you and talk to you about his day until the rumble of his voice lulls you to sleep. Sometimes he shows up first thing in the morning after being out all night, and you welcome him in to have breakfast with you and Artemis (who now greets him with a flirtatious meow every time he comes through the door).
