Fics like the flowers that bloom for us

When Blake first opened her quaint little flower shop, it had become a home away from home. Her escape. It's everything she could have ever hoped for, the warm sun shining through the windows, illuminating each and every bright petal that blooms around their disks. Getting to greet people all who have one thing in common – stopping by Red like Roses to grab a gift for someone they love. It's only when an unexpectedly charming customer begins to frequent that the shop stops being warm and welcoming. It becomes something that brought them together. A thread he tugs on until it's unwound. A thread he toys with and unravels and stretches to its limit. From then on, Blake is never the same. Not as cheerful - the colourful tint to her cheeks gone, left ghostly. When the door chimes, the usual calm, peaceful demeanour she has is nowhere to be found – a walking corpse faces each customer with her best customer service smile. This customer is no different. The door chimes. Closes with a clatter. A ray of sunshine bounds through the windows – but that isn't the only sunshine in the shop. - Or: Blake's a florist in need of a new life, and Yang's a mechanic in need of an apology bouquet.

Fics like the flowers that bloom for us

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