#florus x reader

[antinousletmehit]

hi.. if ur still taking reqs can I request maybe relationship hcs with florus, maybe before the war and also how we would react to his death? I recently read Aphrodite's gamble and I LOVE LOVE LOVE it! ty darling and remember to stay hydrated :D

An: I am SO sorry it took me so long to do requests, school really burned me out from writing especially.

🌱- before the war hmmm

🌱- Since this guy lived in a cabin in the middle of the woods, you’d probably be from a village nearby.

🌱- He offers a lot of medicinal advice and herbs from the nearby village, so everyone probably knows about him by now.

🌱- but you in particular kept visiting him. You couldn’t stop getting injured. You were known around the village for not being the best person to rely on, considering a gust of wind can somehow knock you into a nearby pond.

🌱- Is it a bad thing if it gives you another reason to go to the hot medic near town? I don’t think sooo…

🌱- He really would be very worried for your well being. How have you survived this far without an expert on medicine?! It’s practically a miracle! He swears he sees you at least once a week, are you sure you haven’t broken anything? Let him double check, you can never be too careful.

🌱- pretty soon he started to develop a crush on you. I mean, it wouldn’t surprise anyone considering he’s alone most of the time and his most recent patients is just you.

🌱- Idk how you two started to date, but you do. Congratulations!

🌱- Florus is a pretty shy guy, he shows his affection by making food for you or gifting you nice flowers he picks along the way then putting it in your hair.

🌱- if you ever get a cold or a mild sickness, he prioritizes you over anyone else who might need his help. He tucks you smoothly into bed and insists you don’t get up because he has everything covered.

🌱- if you don’t like medicine due to its tangy tastes, he tries to mix it with other herbs or plants that will change the taste of it without heavy risks. But if there is risk included? He forces you to swallow it in one gulp, he really is sorry, but he can’t have you getting sick on his watch—he’d be a terrible lover!

🌱- he’ll sometimes overwork himself though, specifically when he spends a lot of time writing down every herb and their uses. So that if he ever disappears, the village can check the book for suggested remedies for certain illnesses. But he gets distracted very often, hunching down and writing for hours—sometimes getting anxious and second guessing himself if he’s actually write about two plants being able to mix together. But as long as you try to get him up and cuddle him a bit, he’ll go back to normal.

🌱- Everything was fine until you noticed the two men at your door talking to your husband early in the morning. Were they travelers? If so, what did they want from him? Maybe injured?

🌱- it wasn’t until an hour later, you see him going to pack his stuff. By now, you gotten very worried—he hasn’t said a word to you so far, he can’t even look at you without that familiar guilty face he makes whenever he knows you’ll be upset at whatever he’d done this time.

🌱- you dropped everything you were holding when he finally told you—back faced towards your face. War? Why? This isn’t his battle to fight, who cares who got kidnapped, he’s not obliged to care for these heartless soldiers.

🌱- you both went back and forth before you heard the men at the door knock again. That’s when Florus stopped responding to you and sighed as he looked down at the wooden floors. “I’m sorry, I have to do this…I promise I’ll be back for you. Besides, from what I hear I stay mainly in the camps…I swear I’ll be fine and I’ll return back to you eventually.” He said. Before exiting the cabin. Little did he know, that’s the last time you’ll see him ever again.

🥀- You’ll never forget that day—the day you found out your lover was no more—that he broke his promise.

🥀- you shouted curses at the man infront of your door, that this was all their fault, that if they hadn’t been so selfish—someone else wouldn’t have had to lose their love—their reason.

🥀- “shouting is futile, it’s not gonna bring him back so stop wasting your breath.” The burly man said, followed by a harsh slap to the side from the shorter man at his side. “We’re sorry, we’ll be out of your way. Farewell.” He said, glaring daggers at the taller man as they both walked off.

🥀- you didn’t know what to do anymore. With all the years he’d been gone, you’ve already attempted to master his medicinal knowledge, you hadn’t gotten this far because you wanted him to come back and teach you the rest. But now you know, that day will never come.

🥀- you approached his old desk, opening the medicinal book you’ve been studying from while he was gone. All he wanted was to finish it, but now that he can’t do that—it’s up to you to finish it for him, it’s what he would’ve wanted.

🥀- and that’s what you did, you spent the rest of your life learning about herbs and how to utilize them together. Even sharing your knowledge with your village so that someone will gain a liking for medicine too.

🥀- you logged in every new fact and plant into his old journal. Sometimes you’d flip back a couple pages just to admire his hand writing. He did always have such a pretty one.

[antinousletmehit]

FLORUS YAN ALPHABET

Tw: yan themes, semi dead dove

An-sorry for posting this so late 😭 I fell asleep mid writing.

A = Affection! (How affectionate are they towards the person they're a Yandere for? or What are some affectionate actions they do?)

He likes to go out and garden with you, he swears when you’re around him the flowers grow a bit faster.

He also enjoys bathing out in the river with you, basking in nature’s warmth with you is a dream come true.

B = Baggage! (Do they have any trauma that makes them act as a yandere? or How will they handle the other person they love's trauma?)

Florus lost his family at a young age and only had Demeter and fearless animals at his side, is it so bad he just doesn’t want to be alone anymore?

C = Careful! (How careful are they not to get caught by person they're a Yandere for?)

You genuinely do not expect anything from this man until it’s too late.

D = Dreams. (What's their dream life with the person they're a Yandere for?)

He wants to live in a small cottage with you while you go tend to plants and animals of all sorts.

E = Embarrassment! (Do they ever get embarrassed by the person they re a Yandere for? or Do they get embarrassed by their yandere actions?)

He does get embarrassed of his actions a lot, whenever he feels guilty he retreats to Demeters comforting presence and asks her if his feelings and methods are just.

Of course, Demeter understands what it is like to not lose someone you greatly love—she dearly wishes she could’ve protected Persephone more, Florus is lucky he was able to do that with his lover.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Hurt. He’d ask them why they’re fighting back and if they’re harboring secret hatred for him, and asks what he can do to make it up to you (besides let you go.)

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, he hates when you escape. Because now he has to be all mean about it and drag you back to the cottage himself.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

I would say Florus doesn’t commonly hurt you a lot during his “punishments” at all so he’s practically a Saint when we look at the others.

The worse experience was him attempting to punish you by leaving out in the forest alone with a couple of hours before he got worried and rushed over back to and begged for your apology.

/= Intelligence! (How smart are they? or How crafty are they around the person they're a Yandere for?)

Shockingly pretty smart, he tries to be normal at first and court you that way, but….I fear he felt as if he was running out of time.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Of you somehow make him jealous in his isolated forest, he copes by picking a flower and tearing off its petals while muttering. “They love me….they love me not…” which each tear of a petal.

K = Kindheartedness! (How kind are they towards the person they're a Yandere for? or How kind are they in general?)

Florus is probably the nicest yan yet, he understands your boundaries, listens to you, actively apologies, and he gifts you with a lot of animals. What is there not to love with this soft spoken cutie?

L = Love! (How much love do they have for the person they're a Yandere for? or How do they express their love?)

A LOT of love. So be prepared to hear him whine every tome your attention isn’t ok him.

M = Mean! (How mean are they willing to be towards others who express fondness/love towards the person they're a Yandere for?)

he’s not mean per say just…mod irritable around them.

N = No's! (What are some lines they refuse to cross? or Is there anything the person they're a Yandere for does/will do that they don't/won't like?)

He refuses to do anything that you don’t want him to do, he would never defile you like that.

But, he’d hate if his darling ever intentionally killed an animal for fun or ruin plants.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not a lot, the only thing you can’t do is leave his forest without him

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very, he’ll wait as long as he has to for you to love him back

Q = Quarrels! (What happens in a fight with the person they're a Yandere for? or How argumentative are they?)

He’s barely argumentative and if he is in an argument he tried to resolve it calmly, and if that still doesn’t work….he has a lot of herbs that make you dreary.

R = Raising! (Are they open to raising a pet or plant with the person they're a Yandere for? or Are they open to starting a family with the person they're a Yandere for?)

Yes, while he doesn’t go out of his way to get kids if his darling doesn’t want them, he most definitely wants to raise plants or animals with you.

S = Safety! (Do they prioritize the person they're a Yandere for's safety? or Is safety a concern they have in general?)

He knows you’re safe, any nearby villages don’t want to lose an amazing healer, right?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Very sad, he’ll try to make you feel better by offering you a cute little bunny and apologizing about how he “just can’t let you go.”

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He lets you have a lot of free rein outside the cottage, you can do a bunch of stuff in the forest.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His kindness. Just wrap your finger around him for too long and you’ve practically escaped

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically—he would only graze you pain wise. As for other punishments, he doesn’t intend to inflict them but he feels as if his darling still needs discipline.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

A shitton of lengths, he’s a healer AND he’s the life line of the other villages around him, it really wasn’t that hard to obtain what he wants.

Y = Yes's! (What are some things the personthey're a Yandere for does that makes them happy? or How far are they willing to go for the person they're a Yandere for?)

He loves it when you invite him kit to picnics or if you ever start to pepper his face in kisses.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No, honestly it’s super unlikely his darling breaks at all even if they’re greatly disobedient. Is say maybe like 5-12%

[antinousletmehit]

can we get a florus x reader where the reader and him end up falling in love and he tells her about his backstory in a conversation and she ends up crying for him, but the end is like fluff 🙏. i’m imaging the reader is a really gentle person and she’s empathetic and kinda sensitive so she literally can’t hold it in. they can cuddle or something after i don’t really have an idea 😞

The afternoon sun spilled lazily through the garden, gilding every petal in molten gold. The air was thick with the perfume of blooming flowers, lavender, lilies, and roses, each one tended with care by the same gentle hands that now brushed soil from their fingers.

Florus looked up when he heard you laugh softly behind him, your sandals crunching against the pebbled path. “You’re early,” he said, a small, fond smile curving his lips. “I thought the road from your town was longer.”

“I might’ve rushed,” you admitted, beaming as you crouched beside him. “You’re not easy to stay away from, you know.”

That earned a chuckle from him, low and warm, like sunlight through clouds. He was kneeling beside a bed of wildflowers, coaxing their stems upright with careful fingers. His blond hair caught the light as he tilted his head toward you. “You always say that,” he teased softly. “But every time, you surprise me anyway.”

You plucked one of the blooms he’d already trimmed, a small white daisy, twirling it between your fingers. “They’re beautiful,” you murmured.

“They deserve care,” he said, pressing a bit of soil around the base of another flower. “Everything does, really.”

You watched him for a moment, he calm in his eyes, the quiet precision in his hands—before you broke the silence. “You never told me how you ended up here,” you said. “How someone like you wound up in this land with flowers snd knowledge of herbs and medicines.”

Florus stilled, the rhythm of his work slowing. A long breath left his chest, and for a moment you thought he might brush it off. But then he gave a small, almost rueful smile. “Ah… that story,” he said quietly.

He sank down into the grass beside the flowerbed, stretching his legs out. “My family were merchants, traders of spices and fine cloths. We were always traveling by ship. One day, we were sailing when a storm hit.”

You leaned closer, heart tightening. “I remember the thunder first,” he continued, eyes distant, gaze tracing something unseen. “And then the mast cracked. The sea swallowed the deck. I… tried to hold onto my father’s hand, but the waves—” He stopped there, voice faltering for a heartbeat. “By the time I washed up on the shore, everyone else was gone.”

Silence filled the garden, broken only by the soft hum of cicadas and the whisper of the wind through the olive trees. You reached out, clutching his sleeve, eyes glassy with tears. “Florus… gods, I didn’t know.”

He blinked when your voice wavered, and then—almost impossibly—he smiled. “Hey, hey,” he murmured, brushing his thumb against your cheek, catching the first tear before it fell. “Don’t cry for me.”

“But—”

“I’m serious,” he said gently, laughter threading through his tone despite the heaviness of his story. “If you cry, I’ll start thinking my story was tragic instead of just… strange.”

You hiccuped, a shaky laugh escaping despite yourself. “It is tragic!”

He chuckled then, pulling you against his shoulder. “Maybe. But it gave me this.” He gestured to the sea of flowers, their colors glowing beneath the afternoon sun. “A quiet life. A garden to tend. And—” His hand brushed your hair lightly. “—someone who comes running from a whole town away just to see me.”

Your breath hitched, a smile trembling through your tears. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is,” he said softly. “Life’s cruel sometimes. But you—you make it softer.”

He pulled back enough to meet your eyes, the usual calm in his expression breaking into something tender, almost bashful. “So please,” he said, brushing away the rest of your tears with his calloused fingers, “don’t waste those pretty eyes crying for me.”

You smiled through your sniffles, swatting lightly at his shoulder. “You’re such a flirt.”

“Only for you,” he teased. And when you finally leaned against him again, the two of you surrounded by the quiet hum of bees and the fragrance of the flowers he loved.