flower husbands? soft things could be empires or third life idk
The hues in our hair compliment one another
it had only been a free months since they had first met the color of his vibrant hair reminded him of the gentle lapping sea he had seen once. his own was the color of sandy shores they belonged together didn’t they?
times were tough but he always made sure everything was okay.
always made the other feel safe
“i love the sky, you know? right when the sun begins to dip and all you can see is gemstone tones for miles and miles.”
“yeah” he responded
his mind was elsewhere, watching his ally stare into the setting sun.
did he even know how truly wonderful he was?
I’d sell my own bones for sapphire stones.
“the view from here is incredible.” the boy with the ocean hair spoke
his voice light with unspoken thoughts
“it really, really is.”
he responded
The other hummed quietly in agreement and continued to watch the fading light
he hadn’t been lying
the view gave him chills
it filled his stomach with so many butterflies that he was sure to float away soon
the view made him feel light headed and dizzy with joy
it made him want to scream out in anger, break into tears, and grin all at once.
and where his companion had been gazing at the surrounding scenery
all he was looking at was the person beside him
‘Cause blue’s your favorite color
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god this was submitted to me so long ago just out of nowhere but I cannot express??? how much I love it?? really only stopped myself from posting this one cause I just loved seeing this at the top of my asks whenever I opened them :) I just really like this its just v cute
Rivendell and the Cod Kingdom find it really funny their rulers are in a whole romance soap opera but BOY were they confused when they first realized the sophisticated elf man was crushing on the weird fish boy
Hi, I’m officially downloading Twitter because holy shit the amount of ship hints dropped on there is CRAZY (I’m looking at you Scott Smajor). So if you’d be so kind as to drop me every single hint for the flower husbands and dnf there ever was on Twitter, that’d be great Thank you.
If I have a nickel for every time there’s a Minecraft Youtuber ship with one being more chaotic and wild and having a green aesthetic while the other one being more timid and classy with a blue aesthetic, I’d have 2 nickels; which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.
“You’re the one who asked if the Cod Empire had stories,” Jimmy says, sitting next to Scott by the edge of a mangrove island. In the distance in the swamp, they can watch several young codfolk attempt to play—Scott doesn’t know the name of the game. Something that involves a lot of treading water and throwing a ball around and makes Scott look exhausted just watching it, at least.
“Yeah, but I don’t get it. Don’t fables normally have like… morals?” Scott says. “The ones I knew did.”
“I mean, I’d say the story about the catfish was always pretty clear to me,” Jimmy says. “Doesn’t change, but adapts. It’s willing to eat anything, but not change who it is, and it outlives the goldfish, who change all the time, because of it—”
And Scott stands, distant from Ren but still covered in blood, red crystals floating around him. He raises his sword silently, then he sits down with the axolotl and waits. He’d finish it himself, but he’s always simply tried to survive, survive without changing who he is in the process. He doesn’t know if he’s succeeded. His teeth taste like iron and bile. If he’d been about to throw up, though, he would have done it days ago. Maybe that’s what victory tastes like.
“—that’s a moral, right?”
“Other people change the goldfish though. The goldfish don’t choose to change. That’s… that’s the point of goldfish breeding, Jimmy.”
“Yeah, and they die if you breathe on them funny. Don’t you know what a metaphor is? You’re the one who said fables normally have lessons!”
Scott sighs. “Yeah, yeah. Fine.” He sighs. “The oyster one, though.”
“Well that one’s just literal. Did you not know you can crack open oysters to check water quality? They’re a good indicator!”
Scott throws his hands up. “No! I didn’t grow up by the ocean! And the story’s more like that an animal just kills the oyster one day, and it finds out the pain the oyster had been preventing—”
And as Jimmy bleeds out on the grass, he realizes he’s bleeding out for them a second time. He hears, distant, Grian justify himself, but all Jimmy feels is like he’s somehow been cheated. He’s been killed first, again. The first name in a bloodbath of them. How is that fair? He’s never asked to die first! He’s never asked to die at all!
“—which is just. Really sad for the oyster?”
“Scott, they’re oysters.”
“They’re fables! We were just talking about metaphors!” Scott flops back. It’s undignified. He’ll get leaves in his hair, and mud all over his clothes. He doesn’t care. Here, the mangroves in the brackish swamp water smell like salt and something he hadn’t smelled anywhere else, and it doesn’t smell good, really, but he’s figured out it smells like life, and also maybe Jimmy, in a way that makes it easy to not care quite so much about appearances. Maybe it’s the bird in him, he thinks jokingly. He does have wings, and so many of the birds come to roost around trees like these.
They’re quiet for a while, Scott flopped back, children screaming and laughing in their game, and Jimmy watching all of them.
“Did you have a favorite?” Jimmy finally asks.
“Would it be cliche to say the one about the lovers? The seahorses, the one who builds a beautiful thing for his lover.”
“They die in the end, though.”
“Yeah, but, like—”
The war never comes to the hobbit hole. It’s funny; in the end, the two of them had gone to the war instead, when it came looking. Maybe they’d known better. Maybe, thinks Scott, in the afterlife their four hands had built, maybe they’d known better than to taint it.
“—the things they made were real.”
“Huh.”
Jimmy helps Scott up again. He looks at Scott in the eyes in that way that makes Scott either want to kiss him or strangle him. Scott’s never fully decided which, which probably makes it all the stranger that he’s sitting here, getting covered in swamp water and talking about fables.
“And yours?”
“Mine? Oh, uh, it’s one—funny, I think I learned it from Lizzie? I have no idea why that would be.”
Scott raises an eyebrow.
“It’s simple. It’s just that all things start as water, and all things will be water again one day.”
“…what? Why would that story be your favorite?”
Jimmy is quiet for quite a while.
“Maybe it’s because… no matter how badly we were to mess up…”
And he watches the explosion and he runs, he runs, because he doesn’t know what else to do.
“…no matter how bad of a decision we have to make…”
And Scott looks at the sword, and looks at Xonorth, and he doesn’t know what else he could do.
“…we’ll always end up back where we started.”
“That’s… oddly optimistic,” Scott says, although he’s not really sure that’s what he thinks about it. Somehow, instead of optimistic, it makes Scott feel like he’s somehow both too big and too small for his skin, thinking of the world like that. Thinking of everything going back to how it started.
On a circle, once again, they agree on their rules, and they shake hands, and they make their kingdoms. Again, and again, and—
“Well, I do like to keep cheerful when I can!” Jimmy says brightly. “Oh look, they’ve finished with their game!”
A day or so late but here they are! I love the headcannon/au that Empires Jimmy and Scott are Reincarnated from Third Life so that’s what’s goin down here :D
As we approach the one year anniversary of “It’s home?” “Home.” (aka, the moment that killed us all in 3 words), we’d like to celebrate with our very own event!
Flower Husbands Week!
Taking place in the week around the anniversary, Sunday June 5th to Saturday June 11th, we would love for you all to join us in creating fan content surrounding Flower Husbands! It can be ANY kind of art, be it drawing, writing, embroidery, interpretive dance, whatever you feel like!
We’ve provided some prompts but feel free to get creative with it! And don’t worry if you miss a day, you can always come back to do it later! (Even after the event finishes!)
Day 1 - Vows
Day 2 -Reincarnation
Day 3 -Flowers
Day 4 -Gold
Day 5 -Family
Day 6 -Loss
Day 7-Home
Make sure to use the tags #Flower Husbands Week and #Flower Husbands Week 2022 so we can find it and reblog it here!
Anyone have any Flower Husbands ideas? I’m bored and I want to write about them-
I don’t know if anyone have done this before but I couldn’t find any fanfiction with this trope.
May I suggest angst-
You know how at the end Scott die close to his house meanwhile the end is ending. Everyone is leaving their kingdom for different reasons so Scott’s body probably stay undiscovered for quite a while.
Now picture: Jimmy is leaving is kingdom and at some point in the travel to leave he fly over Rivendell. He see the corruption left that is slowly dying since Xoroth is defeated. He notice that most of the tentacles are only in one place and when he tries to see better he noticed something.
Cyan covered in red.
He stop and go see if what he is seeing is real because there is no way that’s its true.
Only to find Scott in a pull of his own blood stabbed by his own sword.
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