han !

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 .ᐟ

[floralglows]

#FLORALGLOWS — a selective, low activity, indie multi-muse blog that runs almost entirely on queue.

written & loved by han, 28, EST, she / her, lesbian.

muses — rules — open starters — wanted opposites — wanted plots .ᐟ drafts : 11 queue : 3

[aperturcs]

closed starter for @floralglows.

"come on, nell." lucian loops an arm around her shoulders, tugging her in closer like way they had ended - because it couldn't be a break up if you hadn't ever actually been together - didn't matter anymore. his mouth is forced into an empty smile. "you're not still upset with me are you? let me buy you a drink. make it up to you."

[floralglows]

── "i actually can't remember the last time i wasn't upset with you?" riley asks this like a rhetorical, because it is; as long as she and lucian have known each other, she's been mad at him for something, upset with him for something, disappointed in him for something. tonight is no exception, the two of them running back into each other ( like they tend to do ), lucian's arms settling around her shoulders. even as she snaps at him, riley doesn't push it away. "i'll accept the drink. but it'll take a lot more than that to make anything up to me, lucy."

[otppromptsib-blog]

Two soul mates meet and are reincarnated in each life. One doesn’t remember the past lives, but the other remembers each one.

[aperturcs]

taylor wants to reach out and press the smirk away from dean's face. he knows he's been caught and the realization only makes his heart beat loud enough that he can hear it in his ears and the flush to spread from his neck all the way over his cheeks and settling over his nose. he can't be blamed though; dean wasn't just easy on the eyes, this was probably the first time the pair of them had a decent conversation that didn't consist of chirps on the ice and frankly, someone who was so much of an oaf on the ice shouldn't have been allowed to be so charming off the ice. it was supposed to be easy for him to hate dean. he had no right to smile his way out of it or to use his shiny hair to make taylor like him.

"its the way my hair kind flips out, huh? just really does it for you? you know that's why i keep it like that." taylor takes a beat, panicking at how that sounded before rushing out, "i mean, not for you but so people think i can pull of a helmet. gotta help this nose where i can, right?" a self depreciating laugh fills the space between them, just a little too hollow. taylor recovers quickly though, reaching his shot glass out to dean's until the glass clinked against his, quickly taking the shot - and almost spitting it out all over dean not a moment later. this time he can't recover as quickly, eyes wide and staring at dean, nervousness lacing every word that he still manages to get out. "i never bluff about head, dude."

[floralglows]

── "no, no, don't double back, now. you do it for me. that's cute, abbott." the panicked tone slipping into taylor's voice does nothing but encourage dean on, deepen the smile lines on either side of his mouth as he listens to the other player flounder over their words. it's endearing, which leaves dean surprised... pleasantly surprised, but surprised. the cheers is completed between them and dean is bringing his glass to his lips just after making that comment about head, only to watch with clear satisfaction on his face as taylor chokes around the drink. he nearly spits it out, dean can tell, eyes wide and unrelenting. and dean? looks the exact same, slouching on his stool, knees spread, grin glued on. "no? never?" he might be pushing this a little far, and he knows it. he and taylor have hardly even spoken, other than the occasional bickering on the ice, or jab after a bad play. they've definitely never had a full-blown conversation, and especially not one like this. maybe it's the drinks he's consumed, but dean feels like the air between them is charged with something, and he can't get enough of it. he's shifting forward so his elbows can prop on his knees, eyebrows raised. he doesn't whisper this time, either, just says it plain and simple: "guess you'll have to prove that for me, sometime."

[sunnypeachyy]

Hudson Williams | The 2026 Canadian Screen Awards

[floralglows]

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── "maybe we should've gone with arson instead." you would think that this is an original sentence, but coming out of riley's mouth, it isn't. she's arcing her arm back and throwing one of the eggs from her backseat over her head, watching in satisfaction as it cracks against the side of the empty house. the owner of said house is on vacation, which is why they're here. he's nobody important, just some low-down local politician with a mustache that really gets on riley's nerves. she grabs one of the rolls of toilet paper, ready to throw it, too. "would've sent a stronger message." she does have some rocks and baseballs to hopefully break a few windows with, though. if either of them can aim well enough to hit them from behind the gate.

[greatdividcs]

believe it or not, the smallest pang of sympathy twinges for niko in drago's blackened, steeled, barbed wire heart, hearing that. he gaslit me, he's told, and as much as he revels to see the day that the shining aura around kelsey delvaux's presence has finally dimmed, he hates the hurt left behind in niko. it's really so unkind. sure, he never told him, not his secret — but he'd planned on it, eventually. if they were going to stay together, he'd have to know the truth, no? but, they'd have to be serious enough for drago to trust that he wouldn't go looking for a hunter to get rid of him with, and they just never got that far.

elbow bent over the couch, he listens with his head tilted, smile tightened in a line, eyes crinkling and shifted to the side. "yes, very real," he confirms, no patronization this time? — well, a lighter tone of it, at least. it feels more like a pat on the back, a 'sorry, yeah.' niko asks him how he knows, and drago considers that a lie right here would win him no favor; not after what delvaux's pulled tonight. if he wants to win, and he does want to win, he needs the perfect approach.

"i know that because i'm six hundred years old.... and three quarters. been around a long, long time, and met plenty of witches. dated one, for a spell! ha. a spell," he shakes his head as he laughs at his own joke, tipping his drink into his mouth and sighing, dreamily. he expects a pretty horrible reaction, especially after that, but he's not too worried. at least he's not lying to his face. "i'm a vampire," he tells him, lips rising just enough to flash what look like slightly pronounced canines, but are in fact not in the right place. it's brief, fast, replaced by a warm smile, the same crinkled eyes. "sorry it never came up, darling. you got rid of me pretty quick, in my defense."

[floralglows]

── as expected, niko doesn't take this news well. in fact, he takes it in the worst way possible, reacts in such a dramatic way that he'll be embarrassed about it later, will threaten drago with death if he ever mentions it. drago says i'm six-hundred years old, and niko assumes he's bluffing. he's making a joke, this whole elaborate act nothing more than a long-winded humiliation tactic, at his expense. he's ready to call the other man out on this, actually — his jaws are already parted, and his eyes are already set to roll — when drago continues, announces himself as a vampire, and... shows his fucking fangs. niko flails backward. sorry to whatever very expensive, very antique couch they're sitting on, but the drink in niko's hand is sloshing all over it as he fumbles backward, onto his back, then rights himself by toppling ( you guessed it ) into the floor. the now-empty glass rolls a little ways away as niko shoves up onto all fours, then to his feet, eyes wider than they were back at kelsey's trailer, even. weird magic is one thing. it's unbelievable, sure, but it's a whole lot easier to digest than the in-real-life version of lestat de lioncourt in the form of his ex-fling. his chest is rising and falling a little too quickly to play off, and his pupils are blown like he just did a line. or two. "a vampire." he repeats the words, not sure why he's still standing in drago's living room, and hasn't bolted out the door. there's something in the drink he'd been given, he thinks. spiked. drago spiked his drink with something hallucinative. "six hundred... no, there's no fucking way, no." he is now pacing, something niko has probably never done, not in his twenty-nine years of life. he's pacing, a safe distance from the man with the fangs, pulse hammering in his neck. finally, he stops, eyes back on drago, blonde strands swaying over his eyes as his head shakes. "i don't believe you."

[mothercains]

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[blcssom]

she's been avoiding as much eye contact as she can manage without coming across as dismissive or disrespectful but now, with his expression twisted into one of disappointment and heartbreak, dara finds it impossible to look away. her punishment, maybe, for keeping distance between them. worse is that he keeps going and, even in the face of her rejection, he seems so sure that dara hesitates. "— and if it didn't work? if things ended poorly and we weren't friends anymore or even in each other's lives after it was all over.... you'd be able to live with that?" she tries, briefly, to imagine a world without him in it and retreats from the nightmare immediately.

[floralglows]

── "i wouldn't... i'd never let that happen, you have to know that." sutton looks as earnest as he ever has, standing at her door, forcing his eyes to stick to dara's face rather than drop away, to the cement between his feet. "even if it didn't work out, or it ended badly, i'd always want you in my life. always, even if we're just—" he gestures between them now, "—this. even if we went back to this, to just friends." his head is already shaking, though, knowing he shouldn't put up a fight. she's right; keeping things like this, as they are, is safer. it makes more sense. "...and, honestly, if it meant i'd get to be with you, even for a little while? yeah, i think i could live with that." this is a sappy thing to say, over the top for someone like sutton, but it's the truth.

[not100bees]

we need more toxic homoeroticism like what those boys in scream had going on

[floralglows]

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── akila is drinking, go figure. not at his usual spot at the bar, not on his usual stool, but a few spots over. this is done on purpose, so he can be closest to the wall, back propped against it, because he really doesn't want to hold himself up, right now. he's pretty sure there's a bruised or broken rib somewhere under the sweatshirt he's wearing, long sleeves covering a couple of scrapes or bruises. his face got the worst of it, though, and there's not really any hiding that; he's hot a couple of cuts, a deep purple ring around one eye, a split in his upper lip that almost matches the scar he has on the opposite side, makes it look like a set of angel fangs piercings. the bartender is taking pity on him, re-filling his drinks without much fanfare. the bell above the door chimes and akila has nothing much else to do other than glance up, and then... stiffen a little. "fuck me," he curses under his breath as he swivels a little closer to the wall, chin propped in his hand as if he's some old regular nursing his drink. he really, really doesn't need axel seeing him right now, seeing him looking like this, because it'll be obvious. it'll be obvious what he did, and why he looks like absolute shit.

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[honeyvce]

rhett let out a humorless laugh, one hand dragging through rain damp hair while he looked at her like she was actively shortening his lifespan. “yeah, maybe you could’ve handled it up front.” his jaw tightened briefly afterward, blue eyes flicking away for half a second. “but finishin’ it?” he shook his head once, tone coming off slick. because that was the part he didn’t let himself think about. didn’t think about when he stepped in without hesitation. didn’t think about when he saw somebody putting their hands on riley. welcomed or not, it already made something ugly knot in his chest. tonight it wasn’t welcomed, and rhett moved before his brain had the chance to catch up. “i wasn’t exactly interested in findin’ out.” the tension lingered for another second before his gaze settled back on her, still fixed on her with the same stubborn focus as ever. “and for the record, i know you can throw a punch.” a crooked smirk tugged briefly at his mouth. “i’ve spent half my time pullin’ you outta fights you swore you had under control.” then she held out her hand. rhett’s expression shifted immediately. he looked down at her open palm before finally surrendering his injured hand with a sigh, letting his battered knuckles settle against hers. “there she is.” the tease landed quieter now. “was wonderin’ how long it’d take before you stopped yelling at me and started worrying about me instead.”

[floralglows]

── he isn't wrong. riley has always been too sharp-mouthed for her own good, too hot-headed, always eager to pick a fight and then... not be able to finish it without some help. she'll call out creeps at bars, dump drinks down shirts, even throw a punch or a kick if necessary, though the latter is usually accompanied by rhett's arms locked around her middle and hauling her out of the building before she can get herself killed. he seems keen on keeping up that series of events, despite the explosive breakup they'd had six weeks ago, the one that ended in riley, crying angry tears, storming out his backdoor and not coming back. yet here he is; here they both are, rhett lifting busted knuckles to drop his hand into hers, riley instantly frowning at the state of the split skin. "i don't like worrying about you," she complains as she shifts her grip to take ahold of his wrist, instead, pulling him along further inside. "just... sit." she orders as she goes about finding something to clean him up with, eventually settling on a hopefully-clean rag and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. she drags up her own chair to sit close to his, facing him, situated between his parted knees. "i hope this stings," she says, but doesn't mean it, as she douses the rag with alcohol and then gently presses it to his knuckles.

[aperturcs]

closed starter for @floralglows

a groan slips through their lips and their head tips back. "why are you here again? you were just here a week ago." begrudgingly, nesta had come to think of niko as a friend, but his old ass, broken truck that he refused to replace was her worst enemy. "i'm not working on your truck again. take it somewhere else. i'm done. i have the right to refuse to service to anyone i want - and i refuse your truck. get another car and come back."

nesta didn't mean it though - they were already getting up from behind the front desk, reaching out for the keys that she was expecting. "you owe me though." their eyes linger on his, outstretching the fingers on their hand even further in annoyance when he doesn't hand them over immediately. "you have like ten seconds before i make you order me food then kick you out."

[floralglows]

── "don't act like you're not happy to see me." here's the thing: niko is a mechanic. niko runs his own garage, his own home-based auto shop, just across town. nesta is technically his competitor, and he technically has all the skills he need to fix the truck himself... he just doesn't want to. not when he has the option of driving it a little further east and dropping it off here, instead, giving him the excuse of hanging around while nesta works. way more fun. way better than getting his own hands dirty for a change. and it isn't that he's lazy ( his job is the one area of his life where that isn't true, as a matter of fact ), he'd just rather be here. "alright, alright," he whines a little as he fishes the keys out of his pockets and drops them into their waiting palm, head lolled to the side. "i owe ya, alright, i'm good with that. what do i owe ya?" this is asked coyly, as nesta leaves the desk and heads for the truck outside, niko a few paces behind, calling after them. "be creative."

[dreamygifs]

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[bcrrycakes]

this isn't exactly his idea of a good time either ⏤ but they're stuck and panicking isn't going to get either of them out of here any faster. julian wouldn't describe himself as the most laid back guy but he likes to think he (generally) handles stress pretty well. still, there are quite a few comments on the tip of his tongue, which he physically bites to keep them from spilling out. reminds himself that the other is freaked out and now is not the time to poke a little fun at how jumpy he seems. but eventually not even that works, and he wonders if maybe there's something wrong with him for not being more concerned about the situation. "that's a hell of a first question there, buddy," he cracks a smile, but extends a hand all the same, "julian, one-oh-four." there's a beat of silence as he thinks about his own question. "what's the first job you ever wanted to have when you were a kid?" he asks before leaning in, lowering his voice, "that's how you play, by the way."

[floralglows]

── there's some new redness to carmen's face, admittedly. he'd blame it on the fear, if you asked; a good part of it is due to fear, genuinely, but the rest... is from the twin jabs julian, his apparent hall-neighbor, gives him. he smiles a sheepish, goofy smile and raises a hand to wipe a sweaty palm over the back of his neck, throat clearing. "well, yeah... yeah, i was just, you know. warming you up." his shoulders shrug, before his brain manages to register julian's return question, and his eyebrows raise. "oh, easy, race car driver." and now he's gonna ramble, because that's what happens when you get carmen cruz nervous and allow him the space to talk. "i had a little uniform and everything, and one of those, uh... those kid cars? those battery-powered ones, i had a blue corvette one of those, used to do loops in the yard with my sisters." he's grinning, so julian's tactic at calming him down is apparently doing its job. "...if you could change any one thing about your life for a day, what would it be?" it's clear he's trying to redeem himself, here, with this follow-up question.

[magdalenist]

yearning for some bodyguard x client plots… give me an up-and-coming celebrity and their reluctant security who thinks they’re too spoiled and paranoid for their own good. give me a politician’s daughter who tries every trick in the book to get away from her by-the-book handler. give me a lonely ceo who thinks everyone around them is overreacting when a threat seemingly arises, but they can’t deny the reassurance that comes with having someone around 24/7. forced proximity, high stakes, fake dating, adversaries to loves — so many avenues to go down, so many doors this could open!!