I need someone to tell me the meaning of the rose and marguerite flower symbolism in Japan.

Request by @the-only-ace: (Thank you for also the beta too)

hello, i so soooo love your work especially "it's now what it looks like" it's a dream come true for a kpop fan like me who is obsessed with levi. can i a request a scenario wherein levi and reader are enjoying a warm bath the night before they attack marley. they talk about the future ahead them, thinking whether it will come true or not (since they might ya know... die). levi, wanting to live his life with no regrets, suddenly proposed to reader. p.s. you may add smut or not, whatever you think

Warning: Some nudity but no smut :)), proposal

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You could feel the fear still coursing through your tiered body. Your bones felt old, exhausted and mistreated. It was late, the dark blue sky turning even darker. You sighed, your naked body sinking into the warmth of the bath. Your skin screamed as the heat penetrated you reaching your aching muscles. There were no stars tonight. You adjusted yourself, careful not to sit on him. Strong, firm arms enveloped you, pulling towards his tone safe chest. He was your safe haven. You sighed, leaning into his touch, the back of your head on his shoulder. “Mmmm”, you moaned, closing your eyes allowing your feet to stretch towards the end of the tub.

Nights like this, you wish you could disappear.

Simply melt into him, into his warmth, into his safety.

He kissed the top of your head, making you sigh deeply. The tension in your muscles releasing into his fingers as they rubbed incoherent shapes into the dip of your hips. “What are you thinking about?”, his low husky voice questioned as he placed his chin on top of your head. You sighed, not in relief but in exasperation. “I might die”, you answered flatly. His fingers stopped moving, opting to grip your sides in disapproval. You couldn’t see him but you knew he was scowling. “You won’t”, he responded curtly, his tone more severe. You sighed again, your eyebrows softening, “My shoulder hasn’t fully recovered”, you admitted. His grip tightened, “Then you’re not going”, he declared. “Wouldn’t that be nice”, you countered shifting your head lightly on his shoulder letting the water cover your neck completely.

Perhaps drowning would be less painful.

“You’re not going to die”, he insisted, resuming his incomprehensible shape drawing, this time on the sides of your thighs. You smiled sadly. “Ok, let’s say I survive?”, you mused looking up to the ceiling. It looked old, wared out. He grunted, not sure if entertaining your train of thought was the smartest thing at the moment. “What will I do?”, you asked not really paying attention. You felt his chest expand against your back; he was inhaling. You placed your hands over his, your fingers separating his. “What will we do?”, he echoed, releasing the air from his lungs. You closed your fingers into his palm. “Do you think we’ll stay together?”, you asked, your eyes drifting underneath the water, observing how small your legs looked compared to his. Even his calves were toned and firmly defined. He tensed up. “Do you not want to?”, he asked a bit panicked. You chuckled, “Levi”, you called out softly permitting your back to push against his abs, “I will follow you until the ends of this world”, you assured squeezing both his hands. You felt him relax, “You won’t die”, he repeated. He took your left intertwined hands and pulled them out of the water. “Yeah?”, you pondered, watching the water drip from your palms. “Yeah”, he guaranteed, “I won’t let you”, he added his voice an octave lower. You turned your face to the side, forcing your eyes to look up to his silver ones. His eyebrows were knitted together, a small dent rising from the furrowed skin between his eyebrows.

“Marry me”, he whispered with the same low tone he used before. Your eyes widened; your mouth slightly agape. Marry me. His eyes looked serious, the silver changing to a dark grey. The amber light from the lamp washing him in a beautiful orange tint. His mouth was pressed into a thin line; he was waiting.

You swallowed; your throat completely dry.

“Yes”, you breathed out.

He leaned in catching your still parted lips.

It was a soft kiss, his lips carefully moving against yours as if scared to spook you.

Slowly, he pulled in your interwind hands into your chest gripping them harder.

You were going to survive and he would marry you.

SnK Chimi Chara 4Koma: Episodio 73 (Temporada 4 Ep 14)

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