#she's embroidering a rose for her girlfriend

[krchovsky]

Jelena 🍒

[hellishjoel]

every rose has its thorns

1.6k / pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

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summary: mike really likes your white panties with the pretty rose on the front.

warnings/information: soft/sub!mikey whilst still being on top (king), thumb sucking, pet names (angel!), mike using reader to unwind, panty play, size kink, coming wherever he likes ;) 

A/N: holy hell just realized this is my first non-pedro-universe-character piece! woohoo! I finally watched fnaf with a girlfriend of mine and with inspiration from a naughty twitter video, I wrote this! I have to give @cupofjoel a huge thank you, please read her entire mike schmidt masterlist, you will not regret it! I wrote this very ill with covid and on mikey brain rot (it's so bad I might have typed mark schmidt instead of mike x.x) so if there’s any errors, apologies are stated now. also thank you to @saradika-graphics for the fnaf banners!

It all started with a pair of panties. A simple brief-style pair, the material rounding around the curves of your ass and ducking pretty between your thighs. White cotton. A small rose embroidered on the front. Untouched, perfectly clean, pristine. Just like you. Unlike Mike. 

Mike was all dark boxer briefs, the kind that clutched onto his thick thighs and cupped his lower half for dear life. Or the plaid purple and black boxers he was wearing now accompanied by a bowl of cereal that he was eating after a late night at work, now an early morning. Often shirtless when he was in the privacy of his own room, you had the opportunity to admire his dark, curly chest hair that was speckled across his chest and thinned out across his torso before filling out again at the start of his happy trail.  

“Thanks for taking care of Abby,” he said with his mouth half full of Trix, “did she get on the bus alright?” 

You nod weakly, gently nudging the back of your hand against your tired eyes. 

“Yeah. But I think she misses you at night. I can never soothe her like you can when she has nightmares.” 

You watch as Mike sighs and tips the cereal bowl back, the sweet milk dribbling at the corners of his mouth and making small trails around his pretty pink lips. The ceramic bowl chimes as he sets it down on his bedside table, watching from the pillows as he crawls up the bed to join you. The early morning light peaks through his curtains and highlights his dark eyes amber. Your thumb traces his lower lip, and he truly can’t wait any longer. He needs you now.

He spent all last night fantasizing about you. Head down with his arms folded along the security desk, eyes previously on the security monitors now heavily closed as he listens to the sounds of nature. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about you, he had more important things to dream about. But you kept appearing, enticing him, wearing those pretty little panties that he can’t get enough of. The white pair with a rose on the front. The pair he comes home to most mornings once Abby has left for school. The pair you’re wearing now. 

Knowing how desperate you both are, you let him guide you how he pleases on the bed. After long night shifts, his routine is to come home and fuck you in the comfort of his dark grey sheets before he falls asleep with your body cuddled in beside his. He pulls you by the ankle to the edge of the bed, legs spread and bent as you nip at your lower lip with a certain eagerness unfolding in the base of your belly. 

Mike’s thumbs hook into his plaid boxers, pushing them down until they do the rest of the work, naturally falling and looping around his ankles. He’s already half hard just from looking at you, dreaming about you. He wouldn’t last long looking as wrecked as he was. Tight jaw and fixated eyes, drunk on need and just a little bit of control with his tornado of a life. 

“Mike,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks and letting him fold over your body as you feel his hips rest heavily between your thighs, “s’okay, want you to get off however you like.” You cradle his face and kiss the tip of his nose while his long eyelashes flutter in comfort. 

“I know, angel. I’m here with you.” His voice is like heaven, drenched in a sweet honey that you’ve found yourself addicted to. You sit up on your elbows as Mike helps navigate your shirt off, admiring the curve of your breasts and the embellishment of your collarbones. So perky and pretty. He praises them with his warm mouth and tongue that can’t help but swirl around your taut peaks. He grunts softly against your soft skin as his hips lightly rut into yours, making your head drift back and forth in his sheets with bliss. 

“Fuck, I just,” he mutters quietly against your goosebump-riddled skin, “I love these.” He whispers as he slowly moves to stand up straight once again, his cock resting over the material of your white panties. He’s entranced by the red petals of the rose, the two dark greens that make up the stem and its thorns. Your eyes trail down to his beady red tip, leaking precum that you desperately yearn to kitten lick. 

“Every rose has its thorns,” Mike whispers, a raspy edge to it from the lack of sleep he desperately craves. You run your hands down your delicate body, hooking your thumbs in at your hips to your underwear, but Mike stops your movements. 

“However I like?” He echoes your statement from earlier, to which you give him a soft nod.

Mike’s always been soft with you, gentle, caring. You think he gets it from being an older brother, the type that has to be the parent most times instead of an actual brother. But when he steps into the bedroom, and Abby is elsewhere, his mind can drift away into being whoever he likes, however he likes. Merciless, rough, desperate, needy, sweet. Everything that made him unwind was all shared with you. And for that, you felt thankful. You could be the key to his lock, the one that kept his head up from drowning with the overflowing responsibilities he always managed to juggle at the final second. You were the one person he could fall apart with, and everything would be completely fine. 

So when his hand started to stroke up and down his cock, making your mouth water for a certain desire, you were eager to help him unwind. Lose his mind in a little slice of heaven. The pad of his thumb slowly begins to stroke up and down your clothed center, eliciting a desperate whimper from your lips as he circles over your sensitive nub. He could see it through your underwear with how aroused you were growing. Your clit swelled for affection. 

A small wet spot starts to grow, an embarrassing little pool that shows through the white cotton of your panties, just at the sprout of the rose. You let out a shaky breath as Mike traces the looping pattern with his forefinger. He then peels the material gently away from your sticky center, laying his thirsty cock between your folds before he lets the underwear blanket you both. He barely fits inside the dainty material. His cock swells with volume and makes your panties stretch to accommodate. He was large. And all yours. 

You whimper in need, hoping for more but realizing you could get off just like this. 

His breaths are already labored as he starts to thrust, feeling his tip nudge your clit with every beat. You fist the sheets, letting him use you like a wet little toy. He’s not sure what to do with his hands at first. They start on keeping your legs spread at the underside of your thighs, before one settles on your hip and the other is cupping your cheek. Not long after, his thumb pushes past the plushness of your lips, forcing you to suckle and moan around the intrusion. 

Your eyes stay connected, a silent bond between you both. This is a safe space for you, come unraveled before me. 

The next time you look down, the pooling of liquid from his cock has stained your panties. And he has no remorse. Your lips part at the truly dirty sight. He’s leaked so much that your panties have become nearly translucent. You can see the pink of his tip with each thrust and the curve of his shaft.

You grow even wetter, feeling him slip up and down your arousal-filled heat, each thrust making you moan weakly. A shiver rolls up your spine, your walls squeezing around nothing as the coil inside of you twists tighter and tighter. 

Mike cages you with his body as he leans down and kisses you in a distracted way, one that leaves his lips parted against yours as he airs out a few soft grunts while his thrusts slowly falter. 

“Mike, please,” you moan softly against the stubble that lines his cheek, your nose gently gliding against it as you tilt your head back into his mattress, feeling yourself come undone to his thrusts. 

His forehead clustered with sweat sinks desperately into your neck, sponging kisses and moaning weakly as he rids himself of his latest dirty fantasies. He gasps and grunts against your throat as he finishes with hot spurts against the material of your panties, making your jaw drop as you feel the seething warm cum spill and dribble along your stomach and inner thighs. 

Your hearts race in sync, feeling the post-orgasmic high that you catch every morning these days. His cock is still buried in your panties, your hole untouched, and your clit singing with fresh sensitivity. You kiss his earlobe and smile against his skin. 

“You’ve been wanting to do that for a while?” You ask curiously, coiling a dark curl around your finger before it springs loose. 

“Shit,” he mutters weakly, hazy eyes meeting yours as you sweetly kiss his parted lips once more. “M’sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” 

You simply shake your head and wipe the small bead of sweat that neared his eyebrow. “Don’t have to apologize for anything. You already know that.” 

He sighs weakly, but it’s of appreciation. He smiles despite how tired he feels, sponging your cheeks and chin with gentle kisses as he interlocks your hands by your head. “I love you. Mean it.” 

“With all your heart?” You ask.

He nods tightly and pulls your clasped hands to his warm chest. “With all my heart.” 

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[stoplickingmyneck]

fuck it. ronance wedding headcanons

- they def had an unofficial lil backyard “wedding” with the party back in the 90s. like, jeans and tee shirts and 15 dollar rings and eat hot dogs around a fire pit unofficial

- they kept those cheap ass rings on 24/7, and when they finally rusted and crumbled and were absolutely unwearable they put them in nancy’s ballerina trinket box, the one robin’s still fascinated by after all these years

- when they bought their first house (they move to indianapolis so nancy can work for the star btw, i feel like robin would be some sort of counselor too?), the first thing robin did was take a big ol bulletin board and nail it right to the bedroom wall. for the next twenty years it became their dream board, where they’d pin magazine clippings of suits and dresses, rings and bouquets and venues, dreaming of the day it could be their turn for real

- they have a record player in their kitchen and play cheesy slow music, elvis and frank sinatra typa stuff, while they cook or eat dinner or do work at the counter. every time a song that nancy likes comes on she begs robin to slow dance with her, and she grudgingly agrees every time. and robin fucking sucks. tripping over nothing, not knowing where to look or put her hands, getting flustered at every little move her girlfriend makes. nancy jokes that robin better not be like this during their first dance, and robin grumbles back that she’d rather hire a stunt double than suffer through this (she secretly loves it tho)

- attending weddings is so hard for them. not that they’re not happy for the couples, but because they know they might never get one of their own. when they get. home from max and lucas’ wedding, nancy breaks down in robin’s arms, sobbing that it would be so much easier if she were straight. robin holds her tight and reassures her so gently, and after she calms down they pull out the stack of wedding inspiration books they’ve acquired over the years, put on an old rom-com, settle side by side on the couch and stay up until 3 am gushing over ideas

- in 2015, the moment the announcement comes out that the supreme court legalized gay marriage, nancy speeds home from work, like, 20 miles over the speed limit and finds robin on the front steps, sobbing her eyeballs out, a big dumb grin on her face. nancy gets down on one knee right there on the driveway, not caring that it’s pouring rain and she doesn’t have a ring and and she looks like she just stepped out of the goddamn upside down. robin drops to the ground in front of her and kisses nancy harder than ever before

- nancy wants a traditional wedding. robin wants fun and unique, none of that “old-fashioned bullshit”. they butt heads over it constantly during the planning process, but slowly grow to adore each others’ styles and compromise on every detail

the invitations ^^^ they have a cute lil spring wedding right before their 50th birthdays😇

robin’s suit n nancy’s dress ^^^ nance would absolutely be the typa girl to wear karen’s old dress and robin would want the most basic, no frills suit to ever exist

their shoes ^^^ robin can barely stand on her own two feet so heels were out of the question. nancy spent weeks and weeks learning how to embroider just so she could surprise her fiance with cute flowered converse at their bridal shower. robin cried

their hair ^^^ idk what to caption this with lol

their flowers ^^^ ruth n rose colors, Nancy thought it was fucking hilarious when robin suggested it so it stuck. the idea of robin in a boutonniere makes me drool too

the ceremony n reception ^^^ nance wanted to get married in a big white church like she saw in movies when she was a little girl, robin wanted someplace quaint and cozy to spend the night surrounded by her best friends. worked out perfectly

their rings ^^^ adorbs

the cake^^^ robin would 100% take nancy's last name bc she worships her wife and fuck stereotypes

^^^ i like to think steve jokingly suggests they serve ice cream, a lil nod to their scoops days, not expecting robin to adore the idea and immediately write it down

best men steve and jonathan ^^^ they wouldn't have bridesmaids cuz what other women do they need in their lives tbh👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

other stuff:

-being apart for like 3 hours while they get ready is torture. before the ceremony they do that first look thingy where they're standing back to back on opposite sides of a wall and they're holding hands and they're so nervous and giggly and then they do a countdown and peek around and both of them just stand there in shock. like they just watched the sky open up and an angel fall to earth. and then nance throws her arms around robin's neck and they start bawling cuz they realize their 20-plus-year dream is coming true UGH. when they step back robin runs a finger through nancy's curls and whispers how she's as beautiful as the first time she laid eyes on her and nancy melts

-they walk down the aisle hand in hand, exchange long sappy handwritten vows, and fall so perfectly into place when they kiss. it's like a scene from a disney movie. not dry eye in the damn building

-at the reception, there's lil charcuterie boards at each table, and they serve wood-fired pizza cuz it's what they ate on their first date (plus it's robin's fave)

-steve and jonathan bring the HOUSE down with their best men speeches. steve's is full of embarrassing jokes about robin that make her face turn red, and when he brings up how she peed her pants in the russian lab she jokingly (kinda) threatens to slit his throat. jonathan's is so sweet and tender and you can tell he still loves nance so so much

-after the speeches robin excuses herself outside and comes back 5 minutes later with a guitar. she plays a song she wrote for nancy. it's generous heart. because maya is robin in this world and doesn't exist and tbh i don't care. it's incredible

-their first dance song is first day of my life by bright eyes

-i hate ted and idk anything aboutt robin's dad so they don't get dances whoops

-nancy cuts the cake because robin with knives is a death wish

-the ice cream cart is a huge hit (steve brags about it for years). robin's a chocolate girl and nancy's a lemon sorbet lover

-they drink champagne and dance to 80s music until the ceiling spins. around midnight nancy grabs robin's hand and pulls her through the crowd to the balcony. they sway there together under the stars, foreheads pressed together, pressing an occasional kiss to the other's cheek. in that moment, they both agree nothing on their dream board could be as good as this

-ALSO instead of a honeymoon they take a road trip, driving route 66 to california, stopping to take pictures at every little landmark and singing at the top of their lungs for hours💘

[domiforpresident]

Love to hate you, hate to love you ♡

|| Part 2

Paring: fem!blackreaderxRiriwillams

Summary: You and Riri have to work on an assessment together after school. Riri constantly tried to put up walls when around you, but you were willing to break them down. Though, Eventually she let them down for you.

Word count: 3.4k+

Warnings: slightly mean!riri, cursing, a little Riri angst (broke my heart to write fr)

This is briefly proof read so bare with me if there's any errors

Divider creds: @firefly-graphics

Dialog color coding: Riri, y/n, Maya, Riri’s Girlfriend

Tag list: @oceean @kya-rose @shahanaazsoumah @ririnator (if you wanna be tagged just lmk)

It had been a few weeks since you first encountered Riri. You couldn’t do your daily routine without thinking about her. You thought about her while in the shower and she even haunted you in your sleep. The only two places you thought you could escape the chokehold she had you in, she easily invaded. You barely even knew the girl but she was the only thing on your mind 24/7. Your notion to get back on Riri’s good side was still a priority of yours. You just didn’t know how to put it into motion. Riri had been skipping classes for the past few weeks. When you did see Riri The most interaction you had with her was when she would give you quick glance’s that came to an end as soon as she realized you were looking back. Today you hoped Riri would actually show up to class. You doubted she would though. Regardless, you got ready for the day like you usually do. You did your hair in twists, then did your edges. Next you put on a grey graphic sweater with light brown embroidered words on it, tan cargo pants, and your Jordan 1 dark mocha’s. You grabbed your tote bag and headed out the door, you would’ve eaten breakfast but you were too eager to see if Riri was going to show up to class today.

You were now walking down the halls headed to your class. You saw Riri’s girlfriend while turning a corner. This wasn’t anything new though you saw her quite often. But this time something was different, she looked worried, and she was coming your way. For god knows what you thought, maybe she had somehow found out you were plotting on her Girlfriend. Maybe she wanted to compliment your outfit, whatever it was you were anxiously anticipating what she was about to say to you.

“Hey y/n i was just wondering have you seen Riri” she muttered out fighting tears.

You thought to yourself how does she know my name if I’ve never spoken to her. In that moment though, the only thing you genuinely cared about was Riri’s well being.

“No, I haven't seen her yet, is she ok?” you asked.

“Yes she’s fine it’s just- never mind. If you do see her, let her know I just wanna talk to her.” Riri’s Girlfriend said while choking on her words a little as she walked away.

You remained standing there for a few seconds trying to brainstorm on what could’ve possibly happened as to where, Riri's Girlfriend would be fighting tears and asking where Riri was at. As well as why out of all people did she decide to ask you. At the end of the day It wasn’t your relationship issues, and even though she did tell you to let her know if you saw Riri you didn’t plan on doing so. You wanted a few moments with Riri to yourself. She would probably see Riri later on in the day anyway so you wouldn’t be hurting anyone by withholding that information you thought. you still needed to get to class so you headed down the halls once more.

Finally you had reached your destination, Now you were about to find out if Riri had skipped class again or if she was sitting in her designated seat right behind you. To your surprise there she was sitting down with air pods in. Riri had gotten her hair done in cornrows going straight back. She had on a black and white flannel, a white crop top that compressed to her body and revealed her abs, along with some baggy blue jeans that sat right on her waistline and a pair of black and white Jordan 4’s. You immediately perked up now knowing that she came to class today. You thought to yourself maybe today would be the day you could finally put your plan into motion.

You walked through the door with a big smile on your face and slid into your seat. The class was kind of chatty because your professor had stepped out for a second. You saw that as an opportunity to speak Riri and you took it.

“Hey Riri” you said with a small smile.

Riri ignored you. You thought it was because she couldn’t hear you over whatever she was listening to so you knocked on her desk. Lightly enough not to startle her but aggressive enough to get her attention.

"Huh?” Riri said as she took one of her air pods out her ear.

“Hey Riri” you said again with the same small smile in a sweet tone.

“What do you want that’s so important, that you had to interpret my music” Riri bluntly questioned.

“Well we do sit next to each other Riri, and you fr wanna go the whole year being rude to the person you’re sitting right behind??” you sighed out.

“So you didn’t have shit important to tell me. Made me cut off my music for nothing” Riri spat out at you.

“You should at least try to hold a normal conversation with me Riri, I’m gonna be here for the rest of the year. It wouldn’t hurt you to make a friend.” You said, trying your best to convince Riri to talk to you.

“and you should try to get off my-“

Before Riri could finish her sentence your professor walked in. She was still looking at you though. Instead of a look of irritation, She was looking into your eyes With that treacherous smirk on her face. At this point you couldn’t tell if Riri loved or hated you. She was so evil to you every time you and her talked and acted as if she hated you. But that smirk, her god awful Smirk said otherwise.

Your stomach was doing backflips and you felt yourself starting to blush. If you held eye contact with Riri any longer you knew you would say something to embarrass yourself so you turned around in your seat before you could. Riri let out a low chuckle. You were probably the only person who heard it. You thought her smirk was bad. But her laugh was worse, it made you feel like you were about to melt. It was so light and airy but so attractive at the same time.

“Ok guys we’re gonna be working on a project for the next few days, and you will be pairing up with your neighbors.”

Your professor then went on to further explain the assessment to the class. You were attentively listening, hoping to distract yourself from the way Riri made you feel. You knew that you liked Riri a lot, but nobody had ever made you flustered. It’s as if she knew ever button of yours to push. Riri got on your nerves, all while making you get butterflies in the same instance.

It was the end of class now and you needed to know where you and Riri were going to study. You turned around to face Riri again.

“So Riri…do you wanna study in my dorm or yours??” you asked her.

“My dorm. I don’t know what you got going on at yours.” Riri muttered the last part a little as if what she said had some underlying meaning.

“Well you’re gonna have to give me your number Riri, so i know what time to come over.” You explained.

“I don’t have to do anything. Maybe you should just read my mind and figure out when I’ll be ready to study ma.” She said mockingly as she threw that nick name at you again.

You found it corny coming from anyone else, but when Riri’s Chicago accent laced it, it sounded so smooth. However You were a soldier and you weren’t going to let Riri watch you fold that easily. Not yet.

“Riri I’m being serious” You picked up your phone. “put your number in my phone so i can text you when I’m on the way, and you can give me instructions to your dorm.” You spoke sternly trying to get your point across, and stand your ground.

“Hand me the phone y/n” Riri said as she rolled her eyes.

You handed her the phone and she put her number in it, then handed it back to you.

“Don’t try to come over after 10 though, My girlfriend is supposed to be coming over.” Riri said in a timid and exhausted tone.

You wanted to ask if she was ok, but you didn’t want to pry at her relationship problems, and risk the friendship with her that was slowly forming.

“Ok Riri that works for me, all i know is you better open the door when i get there.” You joked with Riri because you knew how rude she could be sometimes.

“I should keep yo ass locked out just for saying that” she joked back. In that low giggle that drove you insane.

“I’ll see you later Riri.” You laughed while walking out the door. Now walking in the hall’s, all you could picture was Riri’s low giggle, and how it danced off her tongue so smoothly.

You just made it back to your dorm. It was the end of the day now, all your classes were over. To your pleasant surprise, your best friend was there sitting on one of the beanbag chairs y’all had in the corner of your dorm. It’s been a while since you got a moment to talk to your bestie after she started spending the night over her boyfriend's apartment regularly. You needed a moment to catch up with her. So you dropped your tote bag on your bed and plopped down in the beanbag chair right next to her.

“Hey y/n, girl i was just about to text you and let you know i was here. I feel like we haven’t talked in forever.” Maya said while reminiscing on the conversation’s that you and her used to have.

“Maya so much has happened the past couple of weeks.” You began to explain. “You didn’t lie Riri’s lil butt is mean. I think that's one of the reasons why I like her.”

“You think you like Riri?? Need i remind you she has a gf." Maya tried warning you once again.

“I don’t think I know I like her. She’s literally all I think about, even if I wanted to stop thinking about her, I couldn't.” You tried to clarify.

“Well are you gonna shoot your shot or what? If you like her as much as you say you do, act on it girl.”your best friend tried to encourage you.

“Well it’s not that easy maya, I’m trying to build somewhat of a friendship with Riri. especially when thinking about the fact that the first time she spoke to me, she was yelling at me for scuffing her shoes.” You covered you face with your hand and blushed while saying the last part.

“You scuffed her shoes??” Maya couldn’t help but laugh.

“It wasn’t on purpose.” You blushed while laughing.

“Aww you really do like Riri huh??” Maya asked.

“I really do maya, and tonight I’m going to Riri’s dorm to work on an assessment with her.” You stated while smiling.

Your mind had now gone to the idea of being closer to Riri than what you usually were. You and her would possibly be inches apart, maybe even less than that. Riri was Making you nervous and she wasn’t even present.

Maya then got up from her bean bag chair. “Well good luck y/n I’ll talk to you later, and you better tell me how it goes with Riri.” Maya demanded in a playful manner.

Maya was now gone, probably at her boyfriends apartment. You were getting ready to go study at Riri’s dorm. You freshened up and took your hair out of the twist you put them in earlier today, and let your long thick 4-c hair fall to the middle of your back in a twist out. You now had on a white tank top, black sweatpants and your black converse. You texted Riri and let her know you were on the way to her dorm. When she texted you the directions, to your shock Riri lived right down the hall from you. So why hadn’t you seen her even if she wasn’t going to class? You had to save your thoughts for later though because now you were at Riri’s door. you knocked and she opened it.

“Hey Riri” you said while smiling. You were excited to see her and overjoyed that she opened the door the first time you knocked.

She had changed out of the clothes she had on in class and changed into a black wife beater, and black sweat shorts.

There was a moment of silence. She hit you with her extreme, and intoxicating eye contact again.

“So yo ass just gon stand outside all night, or you gon come in?” Riri grinned while giving you space to walk through the door.

You walked in her dorm. You would be lying to yourself if you said you thought Riri was going to properly invite you in. she welcomed you into her dorm without something extremely snarky to say. In your eyes that was progress.

“You can sit on the bed, I already started working, if you need help on anything I can explain it to you.” Riri told you.

For the first time Riri didn’t have something snarky to say to you. She genuinely wanted to get her work done. It’s not like she was in a rush though. When you sat down on her bed you saw she was practically done with the assessment. So why did she still invite you over, you thought to yourself.

Riri walked over to her bed and sat down right across from you, you and her notes were the only thing separating y’all. As you and Riri got to work you realized that you both work very well together, when she’s not trying to be rude to you.

An hour had passed, you and Riri were finishing your assessment, along the way you and her cracked a few joke's. As you and her were laughing a knock came from the outside of Riri’s door.

“Hold on y/n let me see who it is” Riri said as she looked at the door confused.

“Alright, don’t take too long though I’m starting to get sleepy, and we need to finish up.” You said as you smiled at Riri as she walked to the door.

You couldn’t help but be nosy and try to see who was knocking on Riri’s door at this time of night. It was a man. Specifically a white man. What the hell was a white man doing outside of Riri’s dorm room, especially at night!? You thought to yourself.

“I thought I told you not to come to my door anymore. If you want something done you gotta go to the website.” Riri said in an irritated voice.

Before the white boy could say anything else she slammed the door on his face. You couldn’t help yourself at this point you had to ask Riri what that was about.

“Who was that, your friend or something??” You asked.

“Nah just a customer” she put air quotations around the word customer, so now you were even more confused.

“Customer for what??” You asked once more.

“You came here to study, not be all up in my business” She argued.

“Oh come on Riri, we been playing and laughing this whole time. Now you wanna be rude again??” You rebutted.

You saw Riri break a little in that moment, she semi let down her walls for you.

“So basically…” Riri began. “I do people’s assignments and assessments, for a price of course. I make pretty good money off of it too.” She explained. “I figured, the work is mad easy for me so while I’m here i might as well get something out of it.” She added.

“No I get that, especially when thinking about the fact that you’re a black queer woman operating in a mainly white space, it wouldn’t hurt to have some extra money on the side.” you agreed.

“Exactly, these white people lucky to have me, not the other way around.” Riri proclaimed.

“Don’t say that too loud, they might hear you and come to get you, because god forbid a black woman have confidence in her intelligence.” You joked.

Riri was starting to blush. You were validating her experiences which no one had ever done for her before. It was definitely a sight you could, and planned to get used to.

“I’m glad you invited me over Riri, it was nice studying with you.” You said as you packed up your things.

“I guess it wasn’t unbearable to study with you either y/n.” She said with a subtle smile on her face.

Riri wasn’t smirking at you, she was actually smiling at you?? you managed to make Riri smile.

“Good night Riri” you smiled back while rolling your eyes and walking out her door.

You had made real progress with Riri today, you actually made her smile. Not only was she smiling but she was smiling at you. The sight melted your heart.

You were back at your dorm now, you Changed out of your sweatpants, and into some pajama shorts. As You were laying down in your bed drifting off to sleep, you got an unexpected text from Riri.

"Can I come over? I know it's late but I really need someone to talk to."

"Yeah of course Riri" you texted her back. If anyone else asked your immediate answer would've been no, but with Riri it was different.

You didn’t know what to expect when Riri got to your dorm. It was late as hell. What could Riri possibly want to talk about?

It had been 5 minutes since Riri texted you and you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, to your shock Riri’s eyes were puffy and red. She had tears falling down her cheeks. You instinctively pulled Riri into a hug.

"Oh my God Riri what the hell happened." You asked in a concerned tone as you walked Riri over to your bed.

"Um- my…my girlfriend came over and we started arguing really bad, it got mad heated." Riri whispered as she barely got her words out.

"Riri calm down, take your time." You soothed her while rubbing her back.

"Whenever we're arguing she takes the lowest blows at me, and I don't know what I did or do to-"

You immediately cut Riri off.

"Riri, she's supposed to be your significant other, the person that's your peace. If she's going out of her way to make you feel bad about yourself then that's not your fault. Don't ever think it is." You said wholeheartedly.

All Riri could do was slightly smile at you. The real reason she chose to come to your dorm is because she knew that you would validate her feelings about the situation. With the short time shes known you she took note that you valued how she felt, and You genuinely cared about her.

"I really do appreciate that y/n." Riri said as she embraced you in a hug.

"It's the truth Riri, you should be with someone who respects you and doesn't make you feel this way." You told Riri.

"Y/n do you mind if I stay here for the night, I don't want to deal with her ass anymore for now." Riri asked.

You took Riris cheek into your hand and rubbed it gently.

"Of course you can my love" You lightly giggled as you answered.

Riri had eventually calmed down after talking for a little bit longer. When you and her laid down She nuzzled her head under your chin and sat it on your chest. You didn't position Riri to do it, she just did it. You could've sat there forever just soaking in the moment, you were on cloud 9. You couldn't understand why Riri decided to texted you and only you in her time of need but she did. She found security in you.

The next morning Riri was gone. She sent you a text before she left that read,

"I genuinely appreciate what you did for me last night y/n."

As you read it You were still high off the fact that Riri was nuzzled up under you. It was the next day but your heart was still racing a little. Riri made you feel a way no one else could. Whenever you thought about her you cheesed so hard your face started to hurt. Today's challenge was figuring out what last night Meant for you and Riri’s relationship. She had a girlfriend but it was extremely obvious that their relationship wasn't healthy. You also weren't too fond of the idea of being a rebound. You cared for Riri too much for your own good and You needed her like oxygen.

It broke my heart having to hurt Riri a little, but I hope yall enjoyed 😭💙, also this is gonna be a mini series so probably like 4 or 5 parts it really depends.

[ramcharantitties]

Other Woman, part 6

S/n: since I'm back from stalking charan's insta, here's the fic. If this was a Bollywood movie there'd def be a song here. Also some smut hints in this fic, nothing descriptive.

Y/n did drink with her friends, in parties or meet ups. But she knew how to control her self, to not get absolutely drunk. Living with Ram deprived her of many luxuries, and alcohol was one of them. Ram never had alcohol, and even if he wouldn't mind, Y/n automatically left it too. Somehow that wasn't the case tonight. You have already downed a whole bottle of wine, sitting in a chair silently. The New year's party was going just fine, but the events that unfolded earlier in front of you left you anxious.

You didn't even want to leave the market, but you couldn't find the matching thread colour to sew your blouse there so you had to. By the last shop, a side glance of someone caught you off guard. You recognised your husband talking to a woman, whose face you couldn't see, her head veiled from the shawl. You partially hid nearby, watching them. You could only figure out Ram explaining something to her, his hand movements elaborate. The woman grabbed his arm, the stark contrast of colour raising your eyebrows. It was a white woman. Ram pulled out a small box from his pocket and opened it. It looked like one of the jewellery boxes that carried a ring.

You didn't know what the conversation was, or if it was in your favour or not. But you had to save yourself, so you left. Maybe because you couldn't bear to watch it anymore. You knew who the woman was, obviously, the home wrecker of your life, but the fact your husband was still talking to her after everything that happened? No. You don't know the whole story. Ram wouldn't do that again. He did make a mistake, yes, but what if things were different this time? What if it wasn't her either? But what if it was. What if Ram bought a ring for her and he planned to elope with her. But he said he loved you and he would never leave you. Then again, he said that after your marriage and did cheat. You didn't know your tears made their way down to your chin by the time you reached home. You opened the gates, and sat on your bed, keeping your tote bag by the bed frame. You wiped your tears from the back of your hand. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that Ram wouldn't do anything like that again, and you didn't know exactly either. You decided to talk to him after the new year party.

When Ram saw you ready for the party, the net white saree with small roses embroidered on it, hair in a bun with your baby hair and fringes falling forward, red lips and dark kohl lines with a pink blush on cheeks- Ram decided to finally propose to you after the party. He glanced at your finger, the old, cheap gold ring that you wore with a haste back then. You were so happy to be married to him that you didn't bother to make demands. Ram wondered how tough that would have been for you, for someone who had men swarming and lived with a life of princess treatment till an extent.

Ram did notice, that almost in the first hour of the party, you were drunk out of your wits. You laughed loudly, falling on your girlfriends, patting their arms. He liked the scene, the carefree y/n, but he also didn't understand why you would get so drunk. After some time, you sat alone, far away in a chair, quietly. The reruns of the scene you witnessed outside the market flashed across your mind, when you saw Ram making his way to you. "Y/n, are you okay?" He asked, kneeling close to you. You stared at him, blankly. The red lipstick has vanished, stuck to the empty glass next to you. "Did you think that when you slept with her?" The question left Ram wide eyed and stunned. He gaped, and swallowed. He was speechless. You realized Ram wouldn't answer. You looked away, your eyes heavy.

Ram supported you when you stood up, ready to leave the party. His arm was around your waist, as your sleepy head tried to pry your eyes open. You bid goodbye, making your way to your home. Around 20 minutes later, Ram unlocked the gates, opening the door wide for you to come in. You dragged yourself, taking your shoes off and plopping on the diwan in the living room. You were tired. "You'll get cold, come in" Ram tapped your shoulder, taking off his coat. He knew better than to propose right now, you weren't even able to form a sentence. You wanted to ask him about the early afternoon too, but you physically couldn't. Ram sighed, hooking his arms under you and picking your body up, carrying you inside and laying you down on the bed. Ram took off his suspenders, uncuffing his sleeves. You picked yourself up, leaning by the bed frame. Ram took his shirt out of trousers, taking it off. He folded it neatly, placing it on the chair, then sat on the bed next to you, taking off his socks. Still in his trousers he splayed on the bed next to you, sighing. Today was tiring. He looked at you, staring at him all the time as he undressed. Ram realised that you weren't sleeping in the same room. He got up again, muttering a sorry, and started leaving the room when you held onto his wrist.

Ram looked down at your hand, and then in your drunk eyes. You grabbed his chain, pulling him on top of you as you laid down on the bed. Ram hesitated. You were not thinking straight- a bottle of wine doesn't make anyone think straight. "Y/n, no" he muttered. "Why, you can't sleep with your own wife now?" Your words sent him over the edge. Ram climbed over you, your chest heaving. "Why do you think that?" He muttered close to your ear. Ram traced his nose down your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. "I missed you" you whispered in his ear, your hands in his hair. Ram peppered kisses down the side of your neck, your collarbone, his hands clasping yours above your body.

The last time you both were intimate was more than 6 months ago, and you didn't have a speck of that relief in the last 6 months again. You were easily sensitive, moaning at every touch and hissing at every bite. Ram unravelled you, the net finding its place away from your body on the bed. There was not a single place Ram didn't leave a mark on your skin, he missed your presence, your body, your everything. He strived to give you the best, better than he ever had, to show that he is just yours and only yours. He missed his name rolling off your lips with such pleasure. Ram slept with you in the same bed, with all the innocence, after months of heart ache. He couldn't afford to let you go now, his arms tight and firm around you. You breathed the same air, naked under the blankets. Ram and you finally slept in peace after a long time, in each other's arms.

Waking up to the sound of the tipper tapper outside, you noticed it was raining. Rain in the winter was the worst, it dropped the temperature, making life even more miserable. You loved rain, but never in the winter. Cramps resonated in your thighs and arms when you pulled yourself away from Ram. It has been so long, your body couldn't take it. Your head pounded from all the drinking. Ram slept soundly, his bare chest exposed, his arms wide away. You covered him with blanket, scared he will get sick. You slipped on your blouse and wrapped a homely saree, wearing a sweater and a shawl. It was too cold. You freshened up, making tea. You didn't get to talk to Ram about that woman yesterday, but after last night, it was clear that he wouldn't leave you again. He promised that much for sure. You carried a tray of tea in your bedroom, keeping it on the bedside. Ram was still asleep. Running a hand through his hair, you stared at his perfect eyes. Ram emitted a husky voice. "Sarla, nahi" his voice trailed off, going back to sleep.

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tagging: @yehsahihai @vijayasena @nerdreader @ramayantika @chaanv

[grimmpheonix]

Untitled TF Fic about a Kobold Witch and her new Girlfriend.

Well, hi. This may seen really out of place for me but I thought I thought I should post this fic I made here.

Warnings: Bones I guess? Idk. Nothing really happens to warrant anything like this.

Now then, onto the show!

The warm glow of the golden hour illuminated the future which walked through the streets of Urba. She'd recently arrived here after meeting her partner and moving in with her. Aria went deeper into her hoodie as she walked among the bustling streets. She heard the conversations of passersby talking about their friends, their lives, their families...Aria's back had a chill sent through it. She power walked from one side of the street to the other and made it to a quaint little coffee shop just around the bend. Aria always tried to make sure to get her and her partner coffee whenever she had the chance. Even when they started out as a long distance couple, Aria would recommend coffee shops she heard good things about in their area and sent them money to try it for her. They always said they weren't a coffee person, but Aria knew from their mannerisms that they were fueled by pure, unrestricted caffeine and nothing else.

Aria walked into the coffee shop and instantly felt the warm air of the establishment; this caused her to lower her large coat's fluffy hood and reveal her face. She had a distinctive scar across the bridge of her nose. Other than that, she had Rosy Brown skin with such a noticeable rose colored blush. She walked awkwardly to the counter where a large manticore stood at the front desk. The manticore politely greeted the human as she ordered the coffee. In all honesty, she was a huge coffee nerd. She loved seeing others experiment with coffee as not just a beverage, but as an art form where the deep brown of the steaming liquid was a canvas. She'd never done it herself, but she longed to own a coffee shop one day. But as the only human in Urba, it'd be very tough. Aria started to list off her and her partner's orders, trying not to sound too pretentious. The manticore politely listened and, after a few minutes of delay, brought out the two orders. Aria paid for her order and almost immediately dashed out of there. Ordering was a pain for her. She always cared about how people would react if she said the wrong thing or stuttered too much.

She quickly powerwalked through the streets of Urba, seeing all manner of creatures joyously taking in the golden hour. She did not have time for this however, as she needed to get her coffee to her partner, stat. She quickly turned tight corners and ran from street to street, dashing past goblins and dragons on the way to their apartment. It took fifteen minutes flat to get from the coffee shop all the way to her partner's apartment at the other side of town. Aria jokingly thought about running competitively, until remembering her goal. Get the coffee to her partner.

She knocked on the gray door to their apartment. The door creaked open slowly before a big yellow eye with a brown slit for a pupil. It looked her up and down aggressively before Aria finally said, "Alright Orion, it's just me."

Orion slightly chuckled before opening the door fully to reveal the three foot, six and a half inch Kobold. Her scales were a deep purple with bright almost pink highlights. She wore a tank top and some short shorts which looked weirdly long on the tiny lizard girl. Over these, she wore a light yellow robe with embroidered stars along it's exterior. She welcomed her girlfriend into her apartment with a slight chuckle in her voice. "Arie! It's so great seeing you after a long day of alchemy. Please, step inside... *heheh*"

Aria did as the reptile told her to and stepped into the messy apartment. It smelled like a mix of chemicals, old clothing, and...vanilla extract? Trash was thrown about the main room except for a pile of trash, clothing, and other shiny objects in the corner of the room which Orion calls her horde. To the right of this is a small section with shelves loaded with chemicals and elixirs and a big cauldron in the middle, perfect for stirring up potions.

Aria wandered around the room, trying to avoid the trash, before coming to a counter and setting the two, still warm, coffees onto it. Orion's eyes lit up with excitement as she went over to see the coffee. She moved a chair to climb up onto the counter to examine the coffee. "Oh! You brought coffee! I guess I can finally taste that really fancy stuff you like so much, huh?"

Orion said, smirking slightly. "Yep...I-I guess you can now. I got you a Dark Chocolate Hazelnut Affagato stained with a bit of milk and topped off with some powdered sugar." Alia finished her sentence as Orion started violently sipping the coffee. Alia felt a bit embarrassed but continued, "D-Do you like the coffee?" Orion responded with many exclamations about how delicious and sweet the coffee was. Just as quickly as the coffee got there, Orion slurped up the last remaining bit of it before exclaiming, "That was amazing!!! It was so freaking tasty! you!!!"

Alia tried to get Orion to cut down on the applause but it would not cease. Orion paused before looking at Aria's coffee and asking, "Hey! What are you drinkin' ?" Aria picked up her coffee before responding, "Oh nothing, just a dark roast latte with some foam and some white chocolate sprinkled over it...really isn't that special..." Orion objected to that statement before jumping down from the counter as Aria began to drink her latte. "So...do anything fun?" Asked the Kobold, grabbing the ledge of the table to see her girlfriend. Aria sipped her latte before calmly denying. Orion then began to think for a second, which Aria could tell thanks to the sound of her tail slapping the floor which she always did when she thought. A wide grin displayed itself over the snout of the reptile before she exclaimed, "Wanna do some alchemy with me..?"

Aria looked a little confused at the prospect of doing alchemy and probed her about if it would be safe or if she needed to know anything before they tried to do any alchemy. Orion dismissed her concerns and told her that it was really easy once you're "in the groove." Aria questioned her about it but was already being dragged by the surprisingly strong Kobold to the cauldron. "Alright, let me teach you the basics of alchemy, or potion making if you want to use the actual terms." Orion tried to jump up to get to some vital potion ingredients but, being a short little Kobold, couldn't reach them. Aria sighed and grabbed a few of the chemicals before giving them to Orion. She decided to throw out all logic and threw the bottles of chemicals straight into the empty cauldron. Aria was about to ask a question before the cauldron bubbled to life and a swirling green liquid filled it. "Alright, for this I will need most of the stuff from that shelf."

She pointed towards the shelves and Aria grabbed the chemicals and very carefully poured them into the cauldron, which bubbled even more with each ingredient. Eventually, she opened a container that seemed to be filled with vanilla extract and poured it in. Orion looked slightly inquisitive at the sight of the extract and slapped her tail on the floor. As they did this, they talked about their interests and some new trashy shows that they should binge together. They laughed and laughed, and eventually the cauldron changed from a light green to a dark red, which signaled to Orion to start performing some spells.

Orion stood on a stepstool and started to chant some spells at the cauldron, causing it to spin faster and faster before her voice faded and the liquid slowed. "Alrighty! Well done my witch's apprentice," Aria wanted to protest but Orion continued, " but now you've officially made some Manticore Wine!" Aria looked a bit confused but eventually asked, "Is it because the potion is made of all types of different chemicals and stuff?" Orion's eyes lit up and she pointed her clawed finger at her girlfriend, "EXACTLY!"

Orion peered into the cauldron and observed the potion before looking at Aria excitedly, "Well? Aren't you going to drink it? It's only natural for the one who made the potion to take the first sip." Aria wanted to protest on how the potion could be dangerous, but the warm smile of her girlfriend caused her to fill up the empty coffee cup Orion left on the table with the Manticore Wine. She carefully and slowly raised the cup to her lips, fearing what could possibly happen when she drinks the concoction before the potion dripped into her mouth. It tasted nothing like wine, and instead had an overpowering vanilla taste which wasn't very appealing to Aria. She lowered the drink before going to put it on the counter, before something began to change in her.

It started in her legs, losing what little muscle and fat they had, causing Aria to fall to the ground. Orion tried to ask if she was okay, but all that was heard was the creaking of bones which began to break and elongate into something unrecognizable. Her arms and legs began to fill with thin hairs that quickly overtook her entire body except for her face, which is where the worst of it started. Her face began to waste away as she emitted an ear-piercing scream which was only stopped when her lower jaw fell from her face. Orion hid behind the counter and covered her ears, not bearing to look at what happened to her girlfriend, the only person who loved her. Meanwhile, Aria's life flashed before her eyes. Memories of the pain she experienced from her peers, the abuse she dealt with from her parents, and the one person who would listen to her which would lead to her end...or at least that's what she thought. Her skull morphed as shifted from that of a human to that of a deer and two giant antlers started to grow, which is something equally strange happened.

Aria stood up, taller than she was previously, before squishing back down, her flesh slowly returning in some part to her. Maybe too much flesh back in fact, as she seemed to gain a few pounds thanks to this. She was breathing heavily before looking at her hands, which were now hooves which slightly resembled functioning hands. She looked down to see her baggy hoodie which had been slightly torn from the transformation. She looked at herself before a noise caught her attention and she instinctively turned almost instantaneously towards the source.

She saw Orion cowering behind her staff, which she was really to use as a blunt force weapon if necessary. They locked eyes, Aria's now glowing bright green, and they matched each other's breathing. Aria covered what was left of her mouth before somehow saying, "Ori..?"Orion heard this and slightly faltered before Aria continued, "Ori...please...please put the stick down..." Orion shakingly put the staff down, dropping it onto the floor and near her tail if needed. "Ori...I'm...I'm fine...I'm not...dead..." Aria tried to raise her arms, which now had another joint in each, to Orion to show her that she did not mean any harm.

"Arie...what happened..?" Aria did not answer that, as she also did not know the answer, but she did take one step closer to Orion, who shuttered at the movement. She continued until she was right in front of Orion, before holding her arms out for a hug from her. Orion smirked and jumped into her arms, nearly crying in her now extended arms, "Don't do that to me again! Well...do you want to try and find an antidote..?"

Aria did not answer for a few seconds before breathing in and saying, "I...I think I like this better..." They embraced each other for a long while after that...

Another day, another run for coffee. Aria seemed to dash from street to street almost in the blink of an eye before appearing at the coffee shop at the end of the block. She entered, now with a very determined look on her skeletal face. She walked up to the cashier, "Hey sir! Could you get me a- "Dark Chocolate Hazelnut Stained Affagato and a Dark Roast Latte with foam and White Chocolate, right?" Aria was surprised to hear that in response, but nodded in agreement. "You two always order that...you really need to expand your palletes." "We have," Retorted the skeletal figure, "it's just that I make them at home now. We've been experimenting with new recipes."

The Manticore smiled, "I hope that goes well for you." After a few minutes, the coffees were out, Aria continued to dash from block to block, noticing all of the goblins and dragons and ghosts and ghouls who roam the streets of Urba. Aria finally felt glad to be one of them. She arrived at Orion's apartment in record time, knocking on the door. A familiar yellow eye with a brown slit for an iris appeared at the door."

Oh! You brought coffee!"

[shi-daisy]

A Welcome Accident

It's finally here, Ulquihime Week! I'm a certified humbug during December but at least I have my own little thing to look forward to when it comes to these two. I will try to contribute for each entry but my schedule is a bit packed, as such I could miss some days. But for now I intend to deliver some funny and slight saucy fluff with our babies. Hope you like!

@ulquihimeweek

Ulquihime Week- Day 1 Text/Wrong Number

A Welcome Accident

Orihime still wasn't sure about this. While she was certain she wanted to have a wedding night to remember and to try and seduce her husband to be during their honeymoon she had no idea as to where to start.

"Relax we'll help you find something stunning!" Rangiku beamed as she was already searching for pieces on the lingerie store.

Tatsuki rolled her eyes. "My girlfriend needs an intervention. You two go on ahead. I'll try to convince Rangiku to put down half of whatever pile she collects."

Halibel placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry too much. I'm certain that Ulquiorra will love whatever you pick."

"Thanks Hali. I'm still happy to have you here for assistance."

"Don't know of how much assistance I may be dearie. I bought a set once and Nnoitra merely smirked and said 'Looks good on you, now let me rip it off.' This man can be infuriatingly impatient sometimes."

Orihime chuckled. She was sure Ulquiorra would be a little more restrained, still she longed for a good reaction.

Given that this would be honeymoon attire, she decided to pick white pieces to wear which would be easily combined with her dress. After picking a few she made her way to the changing room.

Orihime wanted to try on her favorite first. It was a white corset with embroided rose patterns, silk undies and long white transparent stocking to match. She didn't have her shoes here but was certain that her heels would suit the look well.

Since she didn't want to go out of the changing room in such attire, she took a selfie and was ready to send it to the Besties chat group.

What do you think of this one? It's my favorite!

Orihime pressed send and didn't realize her mistake until she received an answer.

Woman, I do not know why you've sent me such a thing but I'm certainly enjoying this view very much.

Her eyes widened when she read the contact name, as she hadn't seen the picture to the besties group but to the BF chat she had with Ulquiorra.

Her husband sent her a selfie too. He was blushing profusely and his green eyes shimmered with lust as he grinned at her.

There was no way she could keep this a surprise anymore, strangely enough she didn't mind.

Orihime decided to take a few more pictures, posing for her fiancé. She was unsure of what she was doing, but Ulquiorra absolutely adored every single one.

Finally he called. Orihime's breath ceased when she heard his needy raspy voice.

"If you keep sending me photos like that I might walk over there and ravish you before the wedding."

"Seems I have your approval then...Do you want me to go see you after we're done here."

"I'd love that, but are you sure? I know you wanted to wait until our wedding night for this."

She smiled. Pleased that Ulquiorra was always so understanding. "I did but even if I accidently sent the picture, a part of me has been craving you for a while now. I don't think I can wait another three weeks. I need you too."

"Then by all means. Come to me and we can have a night to remember. In fact, I'll send you some incentive via text. Wait a moment."

It took a few minutes for the message to appear. Orihime turned beet red at the fact that Ulquiorra had sent her a picture. He wore a black collar and a leather outfit Orihime once jokingly said would look sexy on him.

See you at home, Mistress! 😈

She changed and paid for the lingerie as fast as humanly possible. Orihime didn't even have time to answer the girls before she bolted out the door. 'Thank kami for mistaken texts she thought as she rushed out.

"What was that about?" Rangiku questioned as she carried a pile of nighties out of the change room.

"I think she has some 'business' to tend to." Halibel responded.

From her tone the other two knew what she meant. All the girls ended up in a fit of giggles as they left the shop. if things kept on going well they'd to have return sometime in the future for a baby shower gift

[mercurygray]

If you're up for it, I'd love to request "Things You Said... where the water was loud" for any characters in the Vikings: Valhalla Peaky Blinders AU! :)

Oh, friend, this got good. I like this a lot.

The fountain wasn't loud enough to cover all the whispers.

He knew he didn't really belong here, at a cloth-covered table in the Palm Court with the dance orchestra in the background quietly playing Strauss, but this was where men of stature met women they weren't related to for tea, and that was his order of buisness today, whether the gossips liked it or not.

And to be quite frank, Canute really didn't much care what the gossips said. He wouldn't give them anything to complain about where the matter of his dress was concerned - everything had been chosen that morning for the appearance of upper class sensibility, from his shoes (brogues, perfectly polished) to his suit (Savile Row, last year's style so as not to be too flash, a pocket square in tasteful silk, a tie to match) to his accessories (a pocketwatch on an unassuming chain, a signet ring on his little finger, and far, far less gold than he'd wear elsewhere.) This was the way successful businessmen dressed, and that was what he was today, among other, less savory professions that did not, as a general rule, gain admittance to the Palm Court.

He'd made note of the maitre'd's expression, when he'd come in and presented himself at the stand asking for a table for two, the man's eyes trying and failing to find a fault with his attire that would bar him entrance. He knew that the waitresses had all whispered behind thier notebooks, deciding among themselves who was brave enough to serve him. Him - a notorious gangster with blood on his hands and a curious choice of teatime companions.

She was at the door now herself - he watched the maitre'd glance backwards towards him and his table, hardly understanding what she was asking. Yes, you heard that right. With me.

He rose to greet her, chair scratching a little at the tile of the floor as he pushed it back. "Lady Emma. I apologize for the stares. I attract a little attention when I'm out."

"I'm no stranger to infamy," she said, her eye meeting his with determination. "My stepson tends to court it regularly."

Ah, yes, the stepson. Lord Edmund Kingsley - a name the newspapers knew well. A new car, a new party, a new girlfriend every week, one of these Bright Young Things who went from one amusement to the next glossy-haired and glassy-eyed and never seeing beyond the next giggle. He'd inherited his father's estates, and would doubtless run them into ground soon, if left unchecked. How silly these laws were, that would take perfectly good property from someone who knew how to use it simply because she'd married in, and the entail was written thus.

She wasn't like some of the women who came to his racetracks and his nightclubs, fluttering, sly things who wanted to do something bad by letting a man like him up their skirts, just so that they could say they'd done it. She wouldn't be content with a leg-up in a dark corridor, or her skirts flipped over a desk. And he wouldn't have wanted her like that. Because that was the difference, wasn't it? He wanted her - wanted to see if under the right conditions he could make her iron resolve fall apart. It had been a long time since he'd felt like that about a woman; they tended to throw themselves at him, anxious for a piece of his fame, or his fortune, but she didn't want either, and that intoxicated him. She had plans, Lady Emma Kingsley, and he liked that, more than he liked the way her dark eyes challenged him, and the way her body looked under the dark, embroidered silk of her day dress. She was a woman who thought.

The waitress came by with tea and sandwiches, and he let her pour before speaking again.

"I like the way your horse ran at Doncaster."

She looked up from her teacup. "You might remember, Mr. Svendsen, that my horse lost."

"That's immaterial to me." He leaned back in his chair, smiling a little. "I'd like to go into a partnership on your stable, Lady Emma. Your trainers, your jockeys, your horses. My money."

If the proposal surprised her, she didn't look it - but she wasn't a woman who startled easily. "You could have had this conversation with Mr. Saxon-West. Or with my stepson, for that matter. Which leaves me to ask: what it that you want from me, precisely? Did you think asking a woman would be easier?"

She was unafraid - or if she was afraid, she hid it well. He liked that, too. "Edmund doesn't run those horses. You do. I want your advice - or to stay on in an advisory capacity, if you will." It's your brain I want, just as much as anything else. "Equal shares in any profits."

"Or losses."

"Something tells me we won't have any of those," Canute said levely. For a moment, the fountain splashed on, strangely loud.

"Should we shake?" she asked, and he couldn't help but smile as she held out one elegant hand, her eyes fixed on his with that wonderfully challenging stare. "If we're to be…in bed together, so to speak?"

"I was thinking of ordering champagne," he admitted, his hand meeting hers across the table. "There'll be papers to sign, of course, but this will suffice." But I'd take you to bed, too, if I thought I could get away with it, he thought to himself, his hand warm where it had touched hers. You'd be magnificent.

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Raoul and Christine's wedding

. The day of their wedding is 12th June, 1882, 3 months after the Final Lair

. During those 3 months before the wedding, Raoul and Christine went to therapy together, help with the repairments of Paris Opera during their free time, sightseeing around Paris during their free times, Raoul and Christine dealing with their wedding and moving plans details etc.

. Their wedding day is an adorable day

. All of Raoul's groomsmen ( including Raoul's brother in laws , Christine's Paris opera Male friends and Raoul's cavalry friends who survived and got out of hospital stays at that point ) are dressed in refined tuxedos with ties/bowties in different shades of purple

. Christine's bridesmaids ( including Raoul's sisters Mathilde and Clothilde, sister in laws, Meg, and Cecile and Christine's Paris Opera girlfriends) are all dressed in beautiful gowns in different shades of purple.

. Raoul was dressed in a black and white tuxedo with a deep purple tie and a white rose corsage on the left chest of his tuxedo coat as he waited at the end of the aisle, trying his best to compose his nerves ( with the help of his groomsmen )

. It was a sunny summer day, the sun was shining bright and the sky was a beautiful shade of blue

. At the sound of the horn signifying the entrance of the bride, the church chorus began singing Lohengrin's Bridal March ( yes, that was the original Here Comes the Bride ), as the bridesmaids all entered with Raoul's nieces and nephews ( who are flower boys and girls )in two straight lines

. The flower boys ans girls all threw flower petals everywhere as they toddled down the aisle with the bridesmaids on the lead

. Then Christine arrived.

. Everyone gasped. Raoul's jaw hit the floor.

. Christine's wedding dress was in a beautiful shade of Ivory, decked with laces, florals and ribbons. The medium length Gloves on her arms are embroidered with silver details, the white heels fit her feet perfectly, the 2 strand necklace round her neck accentuated her loveliness even more, the white rose and Pearl tiara perched on top of her complex hairdo complimented with the long lacy veil attached to the tiara, and she wore her biological mother Lilith Nilsson's earrings

. Christine was a beaming, blushing bride as she walked down the aisle

. Madame Giry had to choke down a sob. Her older daughter shall be wed to the man she truly loves ( and who loves her truly as well )

. Raoul's nieces and nephews are all cheering on top of their lungs as Christine walked down the aisle

. Raoul : * sees Christine walking down the aisle * 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🔥🔥💗💗💗👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

. The Bishop of the church officiated the wedding.

. A lot of people are so emotional okay.

. Raoul and Christine been through so much to be together 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺😭😭😭😭🤯🤯🤯🤯

. Vittoria Sorelli has flashbacks on her own wedding day to the late Comte Philippe De Chagny years ago. It was quite similar to this one, and she smiled at the memory as she looked up to one of the shining rainbow frescoes of the church.

. Christine says her vows in French, and Raoul says his in Swedish

. Everyone there was amazed at Raoul's improvement in his Swedish.

. The wedding bands are two simple yet elegant rings with a single diamond encrusted on each of them.

. As the Bishop announced ' I pronounce thee Vicomte et Vicomtess - you may kiss the bride!', Christine just grabbed Raoul by the collar and kissed him

. And the whole venue erupted to thunderous claps and cheers

. Later that night at the De Chagny Manor, a grand reception party was held

. There was a sumptuous buffet, a live chamber orchestra, dancing, laughing and drinking

. Everyone is having a wonderful time. Raoul's nieces and nephews all dancing in a circle, Raoul's sisters dancing with their husbands, Raoul and Christine's friends dancing with each other.

. Raoul and Christine's wedding dance is a waltz to ' La Valse De L'Amour ' 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺🥺🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

. Raoul's nieces and nephews also performed a play they made up called ' The Singing Princess '. Its a fairytale adaptation of what Raoul and Christine had been through.

. As the party began to go into full swing, and the grown ups became drunk and the children became sugar high, Christine dragged Raoul to Raoul's old room of the Manor before he moves out and the two had their first time on the wedding night.

. The next morning after the wedding, Raoul and Christine waved goodbyes to their loved ones as they board on the carriage from Raoul's old Parisian estate to the port of Le Havre to board on the cruise trip to Stockholm to begin their new lives

https://youtu.be/5C5FOW2ekHo

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Thanks for the suggestion, @alaskanffa !

The Great Pandaren Banquet

It had been nearly a decade since Aerin had set foot in Pandaria. Hetty, the premier gossip of Dalaran, had assumed that something terrible, painful, too tragic to speak of had happened, and in a way she was right.

That was where she’d met the first man she’d ever loved, and where he stayed. He’d never loved her, and never would. What was there to return to but painful memories?

As it turns out, there were old friends there too. Her sister from another mister, her friend ‘til the end, and the sweetest woman she’d ever met, Bo Yi, was getting married.

Finally! She wasn’t sure why Li Feng had taken so long to propose to her girlfriend, but she had at long last and here Aerin was. The mage had arrived through a long disused spell and been welcomed to a full weekend of wedding festivities.

Aerin had forgotten how much Pandarans partied and feasted. The first night was a vast dinner hosted by Bo Yi’s family, the next by Li Feng’s, and the wedding was held on the third night. She’d given a speech at the reception that left grandmas gracefully weeping into their silk hankies, she’d danced with Bo’s older brother, she’d met Bo and Li’s new friends and impressed them and been impressed in turn and the wedding had been lovely, goodbye, farewell, until we meet again, and just then, just when she turned around to leave, the worst happened: *oh by the gods why did Bo Yi invite him? And why hadn’t she warned me?

And when had he gotten so big?*

Chou Barrelheart was wearing exquisitely embroidered emerald robes — he’d always had a taste for finery — that fit him well, and did nothing to obscure the vast slope of his belly, the rolling hills of his chest, the wide plateau of his backside. He’d always been big, but whatever he’d been eating had clearly agreed with him. He was immense.

Aerin wondered if he’d gotten married. If some lucky woman — was she Human, like her? Pandaren like him? A Dwarf? An Elf? Whoever she was, Aerin hated her — was filling his belly at the table every night and warming his bed afterward.

Hate was too weak a word. And yet, she knew she couldn’t hate this blessed woman. Aerin hadn’t left because he cared for someone else — she left because he didn’t care for *her*.

The party was winding down already, surely she could slip out without speaking to him.

Unfortunately, his keen perception hadn’t changed, unlike his other obvious differences. The same instincts that had saved the both of them dozens of times from Mogu and Mantid and wild animals and sometimes just ordinary old assholes, ready to stab and steal, now put Aerin at the center of his attention.

His gaze landed on her from across the banquet hall just as she said farewell to Mrs. Hearthbrew. His forehead wrinkled under his cream and cocoa fur, and his bright hazel eyes grew wide. Was — was that a look of panic?

*That’s my cue*, she thought. *Go, go, go. Make a Drustvarian goodbye. Flee before I embarrass myself further.*

She departed quickly, her pace a polite sprint, nodding and beaming with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes to everyone on your way out. All of her attention was on her feet, the last thing she needed was to trip and fall, so that she didn’t see the soft, green wall of silk ahead of her until she ran face-first into it.

Right into his big, round belly.

“By the Light, I never thought I’d see you again,” he breathed.

Aerin donned a polite smile, the best one she could at short notice. “Well, I won’t be here for long! I better be on my way. Good to see you.” Being rude would only make things more uncomfortable. Best to be blandly polite.

“I was an idiot,” he blurted out as you attempted to round his girth. “I was a damned idiot and I’ve missed you every day since you stepped on that boat.”

She’d imagined something like this, of course. She’d dreamed of it, over and over, until she’d forgotten the dream, forgotten the hope, and now, years later, it rose like a seedling out of decay. She paused at his side, his vast, squeezable side, layered in soft tiered rolls, just to think.

“Do you mean that?”

Chou turned to face her, or rather, to swing his roundness toward her. His gut swayed under his silk when he stopped. All Aerin could think about was that drooping swag of underbelly. From here, it looked much larger than it had been the last time you saw him. “I do. I haven’t even gone on a date with anyone else in ten damn years. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

Her hand floated up, feeling a little numb, and drifted of its own accord over to the swell of his full gut. A quiet gurgle sounded as it churned over the wedding banquet, rich food digesting in a belly obviously accustomed to richness.

Years ago, she had spent hours stuffing and massaging this belly, gazing into his eyes and telling him how handsome and strong he looked, how comforting it was in his arms, how beloved he was in her heart. The cocoa-colored mane of fur on his head now had a few streaks of gray, and he was much bigger, but the way she felt when her fingertips brushed his quivering tum, the way he sharply inhaled, all those felt like no time had passed at all.

He was perfect. He was huge. He was hers, at last.

“Prove it.”

***

Chou looked over his belly to the plate of hot cinnamon buns. “These are new.”

“I’ve been studying,” she said smugly. Unlike him, she had tried to date again. It never worked out, but over the course of a few eager, hungry men she had learned how to make more than just dry mana buns. She couldn’t make anything other than “bread”, but apparently arcane energy understood that to include so many delicious treats: cakes, pastries, muffins, buns, cookies, anything floury and carb-laden and delicious. Often quite sugary too.

And tonight, she’d had the pleasure of making all of them for the fattest man of any species you’d ever known. Even that deliciously obese Draenei you’d dated in Theramore couldn’t hold a candle to the new layers of fat that Chou had added over the years. His gut was subtly tear-drop shaped, and hung between his thick, well-padded thighs. Bulging rolls, visible under the fine silk, graced his knees and elbows, and his chest was blessed with large, pillowy moobs. It was hard to draw her eyes from his magnificent body, especially when he softly quivered with every movement.

He reached for the pale ale to wash it down – more carbs, she noted with glee. “I can taste every hour of concentration,” he teased, then did the sweetest thing: he opened his mouth for more.

“That’s the last of the cinnamon buns, what would you like next?”

“Pork buns,” he said, grinning. “Can you make pork buns?”

Well, she certainly couldn’t make animal flesh, but there was a type of protein she’d had once that was made of wheat gluten. Would that be another type of flour? She thought so… or hoped so. “It’s been an age since I’ve had one. Describe it to me, remind me of what it should taste like.”

Chou wiggled in his seat and rested his paws on the sides of his belly, thoughtfully giving himself a jiggle as he pondered the ideal pork bun. “Well, the sauce for the pork must be the perfect blend of savory, salty, and just a bit of sweet.” He licked his chops and paused. “Maybe a bit more sweet, as you’re making them just for me. And the dough must be as soft and fluffy on my tongue as it is in my stomach. I have to be able to eat as many of them as possible.”

“To enjoy the flavor?”

“That, and, more simply, I just like eating.” Chou grinned, quite pleased with himself and his appetite. “And I *really* like the fire in your eyes when you watch me eat.”

Aerin pursed her lips, but didn’t deny it. “And is that all you like about me?”

His grin faded, his eyes grew tender. “No. I like the way you study everything, magic, food, even people. The way you care. The funny look you get on your face just before you laugh.” He bit his lower lip, adorable fanged teeth on full display. “Is my belly all you like about me?”

She shook your head, but said, “I can’t really be sure. It’s been so long since I’ve spent time with you.”

He winced. “I deserve that. Perhaps we can spend some time together while you’re here?”

“What do you think we’re doing now?” His grimace softened, then disappeared as Aerin held her hands up. Eerie blue light shimmered from between your palms, and in a moment, a steaming pork bun sat in her hand. “Try this and let me know how it is.”

He leaned forward to receive it, and closed his eyes as he chewed. He hummed in pleasure, and swallowed before opening them again. “By the Jade Serpent, that was perfect! That was fried gluten in place of pork, wasn’t it?”

She shrugged with feigned modesty, but smirked. “It was.”

“I almost forgot how much I loved it when you surprised me.” He leaned forward again. “Would you feed me more, please?”

“How many more?” she asked slyly, feeling powerful, desired, and more aroused than she’d been in years.

Chou took your hand and pressed it to the engorged curve of his upper belly, allowing her – no, making her feel how full he was, how fat his tum had grown. His eyes sparkled when he answered, “As many as you can make.”

Blue light danced on the walls of the humble inn, flickering in Chou’s eyes. He opened his mouth, again and again, for his little mage.

Aerin conjured more and more, neatly placing each batch on the side table before popping them, one by one, into Chou’s waiting mouth. With every delivery of fatty, sweet, salty goodness she leaned into him a little more. At first, her breasts merely brushed his silken robe, then his moobs and her bosom swept against each other with every motion, then she sank into the precious softness of his belly.

When she moved, he winced. “That’s right,” she cooed with deceptive sweetness. “We just came from a wedding banquet, didn’t we?”

Chou nodded and covered his mouth, belching. She leaned in harder, feeling a satisfying wickedness in her actions, and another belch erupted from him. His eyes widened, “Sorry! Yes, we did. I suppose I’m more full than I realized.”

“What did you eat?” Her hips ground against his plush fat, summoning more gurgles and eruptions from his gut. “Tell me everything that’s filling this belly.”

He shut his eyes, wincing. “Many, many vegetarian pork rolls that you made, oh, and emperor salmon, Mogu fish stew, wildfowl, oh, they served spring rolls before the banquet, crystal noodles with shrimp, I had some skewers of beef before leaving for the wedding…” He went on and on, a litany of eating that had begun this morning and built to a crescendo of gluttony through the wedding, reaching its peak, here with Aerin and her never-ending supply of bread.

Her body was pressed against his, her lips inches away from his mouth as he continued. He’d eaten so much, so damn much, and he didn’t seem that full. Anyone else would have been in a food coma hours ago, but he still licked his lips. Aerin felt hungry for him and devoured him with her eyes. He was so soft, so huge. She wanted to stuff his belly round, until he begged her to stop, or, perhaps, begged for more, begged her to stay and keep feeding him.

“And I think that’s everything,” he said.

“Everything,” she said with a genuine laugh. “I think you really did eat everything!” Her hips rocked against his swollen belly, and he tried to belch subtly again. “How much food does it take to really fill you up? To stuff you until you can’t manage another bite?”

Chou opened his eyes at last, and blinked in surprise to see how close she was to him. He froze under her gaze, his heart pounding in his padded chest. Aerin could feel it thumping, and pressed herself even closer. “A lot,” he said quietly. “I don’t know exactly how much, but even more than this.”

Aerin bit her lip and groaned. “Can we find out?” she asked. Her voice was low and husky, yearning, hungry.

His big belly grumbled, a low growl fading to a high whine. Neither could look away from the other, their eyes locked in a burning need for each other, and to see Chou too full to move. Finally, he found his voice again. “Aerin… please feed me.”

An interlude with a pandaren

He was the fattest man Aerin had ever been with. Long ago, she had loved exploring all the unique ways his body piled on weight, not that he’d gained that much back then. There had been such serious matters going on around them that stuffing him was much lower on their list of priorities than they would have liked. Now, he threw his fine robe aside and she got to see the body she’d always wondered about.

He lived up to his last name, expanding evenly in all directions. Aerin was delighted to see how fat his rear had become, remarkably round and firm. His belly was the opposite, hanging and flabby, wobbling like jelly with his breath. His chest was broad, as were his shoulders, and even broader with the inches of fat he added. Heavy breasts rested on his gut, and his dark nipples were stiff, visible through his fur. His arms had muscle underlying the layers of pillowy lard, and bunched with every movement. He was perfect, and more lovely than she ever could have imagined.

She stepped, or perhaps lunged forward, burning to touch him and reacquaint herself with his body. The sweetness of the sigh he exhaled at her touch stirred her even more.

Human men —or, remembering a deliciously obese Draenei who’d shared her bed a few months ago, any furless man — who grew to tremendous sizes acquired a unique fragility to their skin. It drew her in, she always wanted to care for, pamper, and adore those precious plump folds, kissable, vulnerable.

For Chou, his fuzzy coat protected his delicate flesh. His rolls slid atop each other with a soft rasp of his thick, silky fur. Across his chest and belly it was the color of fresh cream, which changed to dark and milk chocolate patches along his back, shoulders and limbs. The way the pattern framed his roundness seemed designed to enhance his fatness, to draw her eye, then her hand, to the thickest, softest parts of him. His discarded robe fell across her bed at the inn. It was so voluminous she could use it as a blanket – but she’d rather have him.

Every inch of him was new and yet poignantly familiar. On the hang of his gurgling, fatter belly, his fur thinned to a velvety whisper under her palms. He gasped at her gentle touch. “Aerin, sweetness,” he whimpered, lying back on the bed, surrendering to her.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full,” she chided him.

“But my mouth isn’t – oh.” Chou sounded sheepish and dutifully popped a braided sweet roll between his lips.

“I ask so little,” she teased, and knelt between his knees. With one arm, she braced the heavy bulge up to reveal his thighs and loins. His pale pink skin blushed under the coat of cream, which deepened and thickened over the swollen fat pad obscuring his member. Under Aerin’s eyes, it hardened and peeked out from under that heavy bulge.

“Oh, hello, lover,” she cooed in delight, and dove in to taste him. He moaned and pawed at his belly, jiggling its volatile contents in a soothing rocking motion. She labored under the heavy weight of his immense tummy, her face smushed into his pillowy fat pad, making her own blissful sounds. Her sex ached to be touched, but she needed both hands to pleasure her fat, furry man.

Aerin pulled one of his thick calves between her thighs and ground her hips against it. His scent, spicy, warm, with a base note of earth and wood, filled her nose while his cock filled her mouth. He was so huge, filling her senses and, damn it, her heart. It felt right for her to be here with him, doing this.

No, this was about pleasure, she said sternly to herself. Her heart needed to stay out of this.

“I need to ride you, Chou,” she said, pushing herself up from the floor. He turned his head towards her, chewing the latest bun. She beckoned to him, “Give me the plate, let me feed you.”

He nodded eagerly and shifted on the bed to help hold his belly off his fat pad. “Will you… will you take your robe off?” Chou’s voice was almost timid. “I’d love to see your body, Aerin. You are the loveliest woman I’ve ever known.”

She hesitated. Part of her wanted to say no – the wounded part she was desperately to ignore – but the rest cried an enthusiastic yes. She wanted his soft fur tickling her nipples, his fat rolls warming her thighs and belly, her bare breasts cupped by his plump, strong hands. With shaking fingers she unlaced her robe starting with the narrow bodice. It fell down around her, revealing her corset, bloomers, and stockings.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he gasped, his claws sinking into his flesh with excitement. “Your breasts look even bigger than I remembered.”

“Funny,” she smirked, now untying her corset laces. “All of you looks bigger than I remembered.” He grinned at her and opened his mouth, cuing her to feed him.

“Poor fat bear,” she teased. “Too fat to sit up and feed himself, he needs someone to do it for him.” Naked, she crawled onto him, swinging one round, sturdy thigh across him to straddle his prone bulk. Aerin nudged her knees under the heavy spread of his belly, and stretched over the swollen expanse to stuff him further.

Chou nobly ignored her banter and chewed the bun quickly. “More, please.”

Aerin giggled. It was a much larger stretch than it had once been to ride and feed him at the same time. “Chou, I might need both hands to hold onto you.” The plate wobbled in his belly, his whole body rippled with motion every time either of them moved. Her breath caught in her throat.

He looked down at her, over the plump mounds of his chest, chin rolls mashing together, and arched his eyebrow. “I thought you wanted me fatter, Aerin, what’s wrong?” A wicked smirk snuck across his face. He wiggled, making her squeak with laughter.

“Hmf,” Aerin said, trying to seem haughty even as she rocked on her cushiony seat. “I’ll trust you to keep eating.” Her small hands, sturdy and strong, pushed at his belly and fat pad before she sank down onto his cock with a blissful sigh. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned out the most guttural, primal, inelegant sound she’d ever made. His member, though buried in his plush fat pad, was as thick as the rest of him, stretching her out and making her gasp. She ground her hips on him, rubbing herself like a cat against his luscious blubber.

“Jade fucking serpent,” moaned Choi through a full mouth.

Aerin’s eyes were shut tight, surrendering to the marvelous sensations rippling through her body. She hadn’t the wit to banter, or the interest. Every mote of her being was wrapped up in riding her fat bear.

“Plate’s empty,” Chou grunted, then whimpered a little pathetically. “Belly’s full. So full…”

Her lips split into a wide grin. “How full, Chou?”

She could hear the answering smile in his voice. “So full! Couldn’t fit another bite in me.” He belched as if to punctuate how stuffed he was. “I feel like my stomach is being stretched. I want to eat like this every day, girl cub.”

“Everyday?” Her voice was throatier and hoarser.

“I want you to feed me until I can’t budge, sweetness.” Choi’s voice rasped, a hitch in his breath interrupting himself. “I’m so bloated, so damn full, little owl, you’re going to make me so fat!”

The pet name, his glee in his gluttony, the touch of his jiggling, soft body, all roiled in Aerin’s body and she sank her fingernails into his plush sides and buried her face in his belly. Her body shook with pleasure, her core squeezing his cock until he filled her with his seed.

She collapsed in a happy, sweaty puddle on Choi’s soft belly. His breath slowed, his hands slid over her body to rest on her back. The tips of his nails gently tickled her skin. “Incredible,” Chou said quietly.

Aerin stayed quiet for a moment longer. “Did you mean everything you said?” Her smaller body was still and tense.

Chou slid his huge paws under her arms and dragged her up his body to look her in the eye. “Every single word. I’ve missed you for ten years. I’ve wanted to be fed by you.”

“How can you be sure?”

He made a moue of frustration. “I was still a boy then, and I was scared. Too proud to admit it, but I was scared of everything. You. Love. Having a future and having no future. War was the thing I feared least then. It was life that scared me.”

“And now?”

He pressed his muzzle of her temple, and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her against his plush softness. “The only thing I fear now is losing you again.”

Aerin could feel his body stiffen every second that she silently pondered her reply. She twined her fingers in the fur in her chest and slipped her arms around his neck. They lay, quietly gazing into each other’s eyes before a silly smirk burst on her face. She kissed his cheek and a little smirk curved her full lips, “Then you’ve no fear at all, my fat bear. You’re only ever a portal away.”

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Fabiola (Puerto Rico) is the one who proposed. Also it seems like Mariana asked Fabiola to be her girlfriend.

Maria812: Looks like maybe Fabiola (Puerto Rico)is the one who proposed , she’s only 22 but can’t blame a girl for knowing what she wants and putting a ring on it but she’s definitely crazy over Mariana. They both seem to be in love very much in the honey moon stage. I hope they last they both are young especially Fabiola she’s only 22-23 this might be her first really deep love.

Blahblahblah321: Yeah if you look at the video closely before they kiss you can see that Fabiola has the ring box in her left hand by Mariana’s stomach

Also it seems like Mariana asked Fabiola to be her girlfriend because that conjugation of querer isn’t used in PR, vos more used in Argentina/Uruguay

Guest: Omg anon good catch! I’m argentinian and I did not realize that is was written like that lol :P

Guest: That is the detective work I love.

I think you and i didn't catch it because we are used to vos to see it as unusual.

Blahblahblah321: A bit more

The “te amo” in roses frame was taken in Mexico City. The pillows say ayenda anzures there’s a hotel that’s called ayenda anzures black house in CDMX. Based on IG seems like they were there in March.

On Mariana’s January 3rd IG post (sorry I don’t know how to embed photos here) you can see the PR and Argentina flags on what seems to be a custom embroidered. NY Yankees cap. Wouldn’t be surprised if Fabiola’s hat has both flags too, just can’t see the back (see Mariana January 26th post)

The gold crown rings? When do we think those happened? I can see the ring on Mariana’s hand in New Years photos (Mariana in yellow dress), so I’ll say they were exchanged during the Dec/Jan time together. When that cute “queres ser mi novia” photo was taken I would assume either that same Dec/Jan trip or possibly during the competition?

Also Fabiola is definitely 23 not 22. Her 22nd birthday was Sep 9 2021 (IG post) so her 23rd birthday was this year. And both her and Mariana seem to be Virgos based on bday posts.

Anyways happy for them, proud of them, and hope “going viral” doesn’t have any negative blowback for them and that they just are able to revel in positivity.

Guest: OMG anon you are the best!

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School Dance - Day 25 - Maribat March

here’s some fluff after making you all cry yesterday. @maribatmarch-2k21 ao3 link To say that Mme Bustier’s class was excited was an understatement. The students were absolutely ecstatic.

Their class trip to Gotham and tour of Gotham Academy led to an invitation to the school’s upcoming dance while they visited. A school dance at Gotham Academy was no laughing matter, and everyone in Bustier’s class knew it. They’d all packed their very best clothes and accessories, eager to fit in at the fancy affair.

Marinette was excited to wear the new dress she’d designed, but that was about it.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved visiting Gotham and she loved the dress that she made, a baby pink ruffled gown with her signature floral design embroidered on the bodice, but she didn’t anticipate having much fun at this dance.

She didn’t know anyone in Gotham, and her whole class was still enamored by Lila, they barely had any time for her. The only person not hanging onto the liar’s every word was Chloe, and she wasn’t exactly the company Marinette wanted to keep.

Nevertheless, when the night of the dance arrived, Marinette put her dress on and got ready alone.

The other girls were all getting ready together, but she really didn’t want to be around Lila. Besides, she was sure she wasn’t welcome after Lila had tried to frame her for spilling her coffee the other day.

After getting dressed, she had Tikki help her put her hair in a low messy bun, letting a few wavy locks of midnight hair stick around to frame her face.

She applied her makeup, a neutral brown smokey eye and peachy pink lip gloss, as well as her accessories, a rose gold headband and a bracelet to match.

After slipping on her heels, she was ready to go.

Tikki smiled at her chosen as she stood before her.

“Oh, Marinette! You look so beautiful! And so grown up!” The tiny goddess wiped a small tear from her eye.

Marinette giggled, pulling Tikki close to nuzzle her against her cheek. “Thank you, Tikki. I hope tonight goes well.”

“Anything can happen in a new city. Keep an open mind tonight!” Tikki advised.

“Thanks, I will.” Marinette replied, opening her small cross body for Tikki to fly into.

With a sigh, she turned off the light and left her hotel room.

The hotel lobby was full of hustle and bustle as the students of Francis Dupont chattered excitedly about the dance, all dressed in their very best.

Marinette stayed towards the back and kept to herself, waiting patiently for the transportation to arrive.

Suddenly, yells of surprise rang out from her classmates as a stretch limo pulled up in front of the hotel.

Marinette strained a bit to see it, shocked as her class that an actual limo was picking them up instead of a bus.

“Courtesy of the Waynes.” The driver announced as the students stepped into the limo.

“I can’t believe the Waynes did this for us!”

“That’s so cool!”

“We get to ride in a limo?”

Marinette got in last, wondering who these Waynes were that everyone was talking about.

-

The hall rented for the dance was, in a word, big.

It was decorated to the nines and full of Gotham Academy students, all dressed for the occasion.

Music was already playing and tables were already full of refreshments.

The ecstatic class practically skipped into the hall, all except Marinette.

The miraculous wielder stuck behind, slowly walking in as opposed to her eager peers. She was nervous to be here.

While the rest of her friends stuck close to Lila or danced with their partners, Marinette stayed at one of the tables on the outer edge of the hall, sitting by herself.

She smiled as she watched Nino spin Alya around as the couple laughed. She was glad at least they were having fun.

She was so focused on watching her friends, she didn’t notice the boy walking up to her until he sat down in the chair next to her.

“Excuse me?” The boy called, nearly startling her. She whipped her head over to look at him. He had dark hair, tan skin and the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Yes?” Her voice was a little hoarse as it came out. Clearly she wasn’t expecting to use it.

“I normally don’t approach strangers, but it didn’t sit right with me to watch you sit here all alone. May I keep you company?” The boy asked. Marinette blinked at him.

“Oh, um, sure!” She gave him a smile. “That’s very nice of you. I’m Marinette.” She offered her hand for a shake.

“Damian.” He introduced himself, taking her offered hand and pulling it to his lips. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Y-you too!” She squeaked, her face tinting pink. Damian smiled at her.

“May I ask what a beautiful young lady like yourself is doing by herself at a dance?” He asked, gently putting her hand down.

“Oh, well…” Marinette trailed off, glancing downward. “Um, my class and I aren’t as close as we used to be, and most of my friends are with their partners, so I didn’t want to bother them.”

Damian frowned. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be bothering them if you are their friend, but I understand wanting to sit away from all of the action.”

“Are you not a fan of dances?” She asked.

“More the crowd. I try not to draw too much attention to myself. I find it unamusing.” His face twisted in distaste.

Marinette giggled. “I get that. I try to stay under the radar too.”

“Well, I’m glad I decided to stick to the shadows tonight. I got to meet you.” His face softened when he looked back at her.

Marinette flushed deeper, bowing her head shyly. “Yeah, I-I’m glad I did too.”

The two spent a while talking to each other, staying in their own bubble away from the noise of their peers. Eventually they walked over to the refreshments to get themselves some punch and continued to talk over there.

“What’s your favorite piece that you’ve designed?” Damian asked, continuing their conversation about hobbies.

Marinette pointed sheepishly as her gown.

Damian’s eyes widened. “You made this?”

She nodded. “From scratch.”

“That is..quite impressive.” He mused, admiring the dress for the millionth time that night. “My brother would lose his mind over you. He is always keeping track of up and coming designers.”

“Oh yeah?” She smiled. “I’d love to meet him sometime. Is he your only brother?”

Damian snorted. “Hardly. I have three brothers and a sister. And on top of that, two pseudo sisters and a pseudo brother.”

“Wow,” Marinette laughed. “That’s such a big family.”

“Tell me about it.” Damian muttered. “Do you have any siblings?”

She shook her head. “No, just me. I’d love to have some, though. You’re very lucky.”

“You haven’t tried living with them, Angel.”

She laughed again, taking a small sip of punch.

She’d nearly finished her cup when the music slowed down and the students on the dance floor either stepped back or grabbed partners to dance with.

Marinette watched as Nino and Alya, Juleka and Rose, and Ivan and Mylene all paired up on the floor.

“Marinette,” Damian’s voice pulled her attention back.

“Yes?”

He extended his hand to her. “May I have this dance?”

Marinette stared at him a moment, a smile slowly working its way to her face. “I would love to.” And with that she set down her cup and took the boy’s hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.

Once on the floor, Damian placed his free hand on her waist, his other still grasping hers. Marinette moved her free hand to his shoulder.

“I might step on your feet.” She whispered guiltily. Damian chuckled softly.

“That’s fine by me.” He pulled her a bit closer.

Unbeknownst to the pair, who were too wrapped up in each other, they had formed quite an audience.

“Is that Marinette with Damian Wayne..?”

“Oh my gosh, look at the way he’s looking at her.”

“The Ice Prince has a girlfriend?”

“Who is that girl? Her dress is stunning.”

Whispers from both of their peers filled the hall, as the other couples stepped back to watch Damian and Marinette.

“You’re beautiful.” Damian murmured, momentarily moving his hand from her waist to brush her bangs out of her eyes.

Marinette gazed back at him, completely captivated. “Thank you.” She breathed.

The slow song played its final cords and the tempo sped up again.

Spell broken, Marinette finally noticed all of the staring, looking around self consciously. “Damian..?” She said his name cautiously.

“C’mon.” Damian said, taking her hand and leading her off the dance floor.

“Why were they staring at us?” She asked once they were in a quieter part of the hall. Damian sighed.

“Because I’m a Wayne.” His voice sounded dejected.

“A..Wayne?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Yes, as in Bruce Wayne’s son, The CEO of Wayne Enterprises? The biggest sponsor of Gotham Academy? Any of that sound familiar?”

Marinette just shook her head.

Damian stared at her for a long moment before he began to chuckle.

“Wait, so, you don’t know who I am?” He asked.

She shook her head again, shrugging. “Sorry?”

“No, no, don’t be.” He quickly took her hands. “I just thought that was the only reason you kept my company tonight. Because of who my family is.”

“Of course not.” She said softly, squeezing his hands in her own. “I spent all this time with you because I like you…” Her voice went quiet and shy near the end.

“I like you, too..” He murmured, squeezing her hands back. “Would you, erm, like to do something while you’re here? Maybe on your free day?”

Marinette smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I would be glad to.”

-

Once the dance was over and the pair bid farewell for the night, Marinette made her way out front to the waiting limo.

Her class, suddenly having more than enough time for her, swarmed her as she approached, asking her various questions about Damian.

Marinette just grinned and brushed them off.

[thebadgerclan]

Return

Pairing: Nina Zenik x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Nina’s return to the Little Palace...

A/N: This is AU where the auction in CK goes as planned (aka as a normal auction would 😂) and Nina and Kuwei go back to Ravka.  Also I picked something random for Nina’s middle name bc it sounded pretty

Nina’s hands were shaking as she fastened her kefta, a real one, not the cheap imitation she’d work at the House of the White Rose,  Raw silk dyed blood red, lined with mink and embroidered in black at the cuffs and hems.  After the Kuwei’s auction, Nina had returned to Ravka with Sturmhond, Zoya, and Genya, bringing you with her.  You’d never been to Ravka, but you’d always longed to see your girlfriend’s home.  

And now you were here, perched on the edge of the bed in Nina’s room as she dressed.  What little you’d seen of the Little Palace was beautiful, but as soon as you’d arrived, you’d been shown to Nina’s rooms and quickly fallen asleep.  But now, your girlfriend was preparing to rejoin the Second Army, and it was clear that she was more than a little nervous.  “Darling?” you said, startling her slightly.  “Are you alright?”

Nina looked at you in the mirror, nodding.  “Yeah.  I’m fine.  Perfectly fine.”  You rose from your place on the bed and came to stand behind her, your arms around her waist.  “I don’t believe you.”  Nina sighed, turning to face you.  “Fine.  I’m terrified.”  “I know you are, sweetheart, but everything will be alright.”

She sighed, and you didn’t press the issue.  Nina would talk when she was ready.  “Do you want me to do your hair?”  Your girlfriend nodded, turning and sitting before her dressing table, and you picked up her brush, combing through her silky locks.  You wove a delicate braid, twisting Nina’s hair into an elaborate twist, pinned at the nape of her neck.  When you were finished, you kissed the crown of her head, resting your hands on her shoulders.

“What’s on your mind, honey?” you asked, and Nina rose, turning to face you.  “I feel like a fraud,” she said.  “I’m not really a Grisha anymore, I’m not a Heartrender.  My power is different, I can’t control people’s hearts.  I can’t slow someone’s pulse, I can’t sense someone’s heart, I can’t squeeze someone’s larynx.  I can’t fight.”

You knew Nina’s pain in losing her power and her confusion over her newfound abilities.  They scared her, the fact that she could summon and manipulate bone, the fact that she could raise the dead and have them do her bidding, it terrified her.  Now that Kuwei was in Ravka, he could continue his research on parem, search for an antidote, and look at what Nina’s new power meant.

 But she was alone; there was no Grisha other than her who could do what she did.  No one could help her master this new gift, no one who could train her.  Nina was completely and utterly alone.  Yes, she had you, and she leaned on you heavily, but you weren’t Grisha, and while you felt for her and understood her fear, you could do nothing but offer her comfort.  “I’m afraid, Y/N,” Nina said.  “I’m so afraid.”

“I know, my love,” you said, taking her hands.  “I will never know what it’s like to have this miraculous power and have it ripped away from me.  But I know this.”  Nina had lowered her gaze to the floor, and you gently took his chin in hand, lifting her face to yours.  “You are Nina Rosala Zenik, soldier of the Second Army, and there is nothing you cannot do.”  Your words lifted Nina's spirit, and you watched as her confident persona slipped back into place.

“You’re right,” she said, rolling her shoulders, tugging the cuffs of her kefta down.  “I’m Nina freaking Zenik.  I’m a beast.”  You laughed, kissing her forehead.  “Damn right you are.  Now go show them what they’ve been missing.”  Nina went up on her tiptoes and kissed you before turning and leaving the room, with you on her heels, walking with a confidence only your Nina could muster to the Hall of the Golden Dome, ready to face her old friends and commanders.

[oh-for-merlins-sake]

SLOW BURN | gw | golden

summary: y/n, a local florist, stops in weasleys’ wizard wheezes for the first time and finds more than she bargained for. soon, she’ll teach george that there are many reasons to stop and smell the roses.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: alcohol

a/n: AAAAAH you guys i did not want to stop writing this!! i had so much fun, and i’m really happy with how it turned out! it was really challenging for me to write a “slow burn” relationship, but i hope i did it justice! as you’ll see, this is not a “song” fic, but a lyric (in bold and italics) was used. cheers to the first installment of the golden collection!!

taglist: @iliveiloveiwrite @andromedaa-tonks @pansydaisy @a-little-too-much @slytherinsunrise @marvelettesassemble @msmarklee1213 @letsgotothehop @finnishslytherin @starlightweasley @witch-and-a-half @darthwheezely @vogueweasley @gcdric @breadqueen95 (message/ask to be added/removed, loves!)

Blackbirds trilled overhead as you glided over the cobblestone path to work. The sun was finally reemerging from behind the dark, dreary clouds, which had just finished bathing the streets of Diagon Alley in a springtime shower. You admired the lingering smell of fresh rainwater that dripped from the eaves above you.

Today, you were taking a detour from your ordinary route. Your younger brother’s birthday was just around the corner, and you had yet to find a gift worthy of a teenage boy’s microscopic attention span and angst-ridden ennui. You smiled to yourself as you spotted the vibrant shop down the street with its mechanical mascot tipping his hat to you.

It was curious to you that this shop had a natural magnetism to people of all ages. If you hadn’t found a thing yet, this shop should surely hold something that would cater to your brother. You’d seen the troves of young wizards clamoring in a morning or two before.

As you approached the large front doors, you glanced at your watch: half an hour until the start of your shift. You strolled into the whimsical shop, dodging a Fanged Frisbee in the process. You slowly turned in place, eyeing the towering shelves of eccentric gadgets and vivid pyrotechnics. Truthfully, it was a little intimidating; where to start was beyond you.

“Can’t find what you’re looking for?”

Startled by the sudden voice, you spun to face its origin. You were met with a tall, redheaded man with freckles that practically danced across his cheeks as he chuckled at your expression. Suddenly, you felt sheepish. “Sorry?”

“You looked a little...” he pondered the right word, “overwhelmed.”

You laughed, “To be honest, I’m not even sure what I’m looking for.”

He nodded, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Younger brother’s birthday?”

“How did you know?”

“Just a guess,” he shrugged.

You were quite impressed. As he motioned for you to follow him up the stairs to the next floor of the shop, you couldn’t help but notice how familiar he looked. Surely you’d seen him before — perhaps in line at Gringotts or sipping mead in the Leaky Cauldron. You couldn’t quite pin it.

You were relieved to leave the gargantuan fireworks below — on behalf of your mother mostly. You followed him to a wall of massive tubes that were filled to the brim with colorful candies.

“Our full collection of sweets,” he announced.

You eyed the assortment, noticing the words Puking Pastilles on a golden label. “Are these different flavors or...?”

“Yes, but more importantly, they serve different purposes. These, for example,” he pointed to the pastilles, “induce vomiting — perfect for skiving class!”

You chuckled. “Surely these aren’t allowed at Hogwarts?”

“‘Course not! But that’s what makes them so bloody popular — hot commodity,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “We’ve got a sweet for nearly every malady.”

“Who even thinks of this sort of thing?” you mused — again, thoroughly impressed.

“I guess we do,” he answered, leaning against the counter.

Your jaw dropped. “You made these?”

He shrugged, the faintest smirk on his lips, “I made everything.”

“Get out!” you laughed, pouring some candy into a purple plastic bag.

“Of my own shop?” he teased. “I don’t think so!”

You twist-tied the bag shut and turned to face him. “So you’re Weasley?”

“One of them, at least — George, to be exact.”

“That’s wicked!”

You noticed his freckled cheeks growing rosier by the second. “That’s awfully kind of you,” he said, waving dismissively.

“No, honestly! It’s incredible!”

As you reached for another plastic bag, George rushed over to interrupt. “Here,” he pointed to the display of Skiving Snackboxes. “Take one of these — they’ve got all our best-selling sweets in one box. Your brother’s sure to love it.” He led you over, plucking a box from the top and handing it to you. “On the house.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” you said, shaking your head.

“I insist! Consider it an incentive.”

“An incentive?”

He nodded. “To come again.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Thank you, George — really! I just know he’ll love it!” As you turned the box in your hands, you caught sight of the time on your wrist: five ‘til. “Merlin!”

George furrowed his brows.

“I’ve got to go!” If you hadn’t known any better, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a flash of disappointment in his eyes. “But, perhaps you’ll stop by sometime. I can return the favor — clip you a free dozen roses for your girlfriend or something,” you rushed out.

“I’d have to find one first,” he chuckled, following you as you skipped down the steps towards the doors.

A warm blush flooded your face as you laughed nervously. You spun to face George one last time as he landed at the foot of the stairs. “Well, maybe you’ll stop by anyways.”

“Florist down the road?” he asked, pointing in the general direction.

“That’s exactly the one!” you called, stepping backwards onto the street.

You rushed down the path towards the florist, your step feeling a touch lighter than it did earlier. You noticed the result of the sudden sun after the storm: a rainbow hanging above the grinning man attached to the storefront.

“Aha!” you exclaimed, finally realizing why George had looked so familiar.

When you arrived at work, you swung the screen door into the greenhouse open, announcing your presence, “Sorry I’m late!”

“Not to worry, dear,” Muriel remarked.

Muriel hired you a few months prior, admiring your proclivity to gardening and greenery. She taught you something new every day without ever realizing she was doing so. Her green thumb had a knack for nurturing every flower both under and out of the sun. And her extraordinary eye for piecing together various plants and flowers to create a stunning and elegant arrangement never ceased to amaze you.

“Be a dear, Y/N, won’t you?” Jasmine grunted as she attempted to haul a heavy-bottomed, ceramic pot.

You threw your things onto a nearby stool and rushed over to lift the side closest to you. The two of you managed to hoist the pot just above the dirt floor to carry it to its destination.

“Re-potting the Wiggentree,” Jasmine explained, dusting off her hands. “Pretty soon it’s going to be too big to stay, mum,” she called to Muriel.

“Yes, I know, dear,” Muriel muttered, “That does not change the fact that it must be re-potted.”

Jasmine was less fond of gardening than her mother was. But if something unfortunate were to happen, the shop would fall to Jasmine, so she figured it’d be best to at least try and learn a thing or two.

You walked through the door leading directly from the greenhouse into the shop. “Morning, Candace!”

“Morning, Y/N!” the cheery teenager chirped as she balanced a vase full of violets on the counter.

A set of hooks adorned with various dirt-stained aprons lined the wall just behind it. You reached for the one with your initial embroidered in the upper right corner, quickly throwing it over your head and down your body. You tied a bow behind your back before throwing your hair up and stepping back into the greenhouse. You grabbed a pair of gloves and began heaving soil into the planter with Jasmine.

Beads of sweat were already forming on your forehead as the humidity of the greenhouse settled into your skin.

Re-potting the Wiggentree proved to be a difficult and timely task, taking up most of the morning. By lunchtime, you’d moved on to trimming daisies and de-thorning roses, and come sunset, you were planting hyacinth seeds and watering Flutterby bushes in the garden.

“Y/N,” Jasmine announced, stepping out from the greenhouse. “Someone’s here to see you.”

You wound your way through the garden and the greenhouse, stepping into the shop in search of your guest. Candace giggled as she zipped her coat and nodded towards the front door. You stepped onto the patio, where the outdoor displays danced in the gentlest of breezes. You were shocked to spot George leaning over to smell the roses.

“George?” you laughed. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“Someone said something about roses,” he teased.

“Well,” you began, walking over and gesturing to the basket of pretty, pink roses, “What do you think?”

“Well worth the walk over here,” he answered, smiling brightly at you as he rocked on his heels with his hands in his coat pockets.

Jasmine rushed onto the patio with her jacket and purse draped over her shoulder and swiftly said, “Y/N, I completely forgot about my mother-in-law’s birthday dinner, and Candace just left! I’m so sorry — would you mind —”  

“Go on!” you hurried, waving her off of the patio, “I’ll close up!”

“Thank you, Y/N!” she called over her shoulder, “You’re an angel!”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes in amusement as she disappeared around the corner.

“I’ve got to tidy a few things but... the bar down the street doesn’t close for an hour,” you began, your heart fluttering as your stomach burst with butterflies, “We should take a walk and look at all the flowers down the alley.” You chuckled, feeling your face grow warm, “I planted half of them.”

George smiled, a light laugh gracing his lips, “All right, sounds good then.”

George busied himself with the outdoor displays while you prepared the shop for closing. He brushed his calloused fingers over the delicate flower petals, occasionally indulging in their sweet scents. He imagined how you likely smelled of flowers after a long day of work, and how that would be the perfect antidote to the lingering smell of gunpowder that constantly plagued his pillows.

“Ready?” you asked, stepping back onto the patio.

“More than ever,” he said.

As you walked down the alley together, you pointed out flowerbed after flowerbed resting on the windowsills of various shops and bakeries. Your favorites, he learned, were always the dahlias. He was surprised by the natural beauty that erupted from the brick and stone storefronts, and even more so by the fact that he never once paid attention to any of it. How could he have missed this?

“Merlin!” you gasped, rushing over to Mr. Reilly’s butcher shop. “Mr. Reilly has been doing an absolute lovely job tending to his poppies! You see, when I first popped in, he swore to Godric that he was incapable of keeping anything alive but himself, but look!”

George laughed, racing to keep up with you.

You led him to the pub that had just opened the month prior, Brenda’s Brews, whose owner agreed with your suggestion of keeping a few Fire Seed bushes out front to “really grab the people’s attention!”

Upon entering the pub, Brenda greeted you from behind the bar, “The usual, Y/N?”

“Two please!” you called, sliding a few sickles across the counter faster than George was able to dive into his pockets. “Don’t worry about it,” you winked.

“Okay, but next one’s on me, yeah?”

“No, no, consider it a thank you for earlier,” you said, raising your glass.

George clinked his glass with yours before sipping from the foamy ale. “Good choice,” he nodded.

“Can’t go wrong with a little Dragon Scale,” you remarked, savoring in its tangy, bitter taste.

“I’ve got to ask,” George began, setting his glass down on a coaster with The Weird Sisters plastered on it, “It seems like you know everyone in this bloody part of town. How come we haven’t met? Have you been here long?”

You laughed at his disbelief. “I’ve only been here a few months, so I haven’t quite gotten to everyone yet — for example, Number 93,” you muttered as you fidgeted with your diminishing glass.

“That’s wild,” he paused before snapping his fingers and saying, “Y/N?”

“Y/N,” you confirmed, taking a swig from your glass.

“And you’ve already made that big of an impact on everyone?” he continued.

You blushed, feeling flooded with a sudden warmth. You were quite flattered by the idea that you may mean something to this place; a place that was so new and intimidating not that long ago; somewhere you were certain a florist could never thrive: the middle of the city.

Perhaps the finger pricks from a thorn every now and then was worth it.

You shrugged bashfully, “I don’t know about all that.”

“Y/N,” a bartender called as he raced past, carrying two different mugs with different colored ales, “May loved the mayflowers! She said yes, by the way!”

You clapped, squealing in excitement, “Congratulations, Borden!”

George raised his eyebrows, as if to say, See?

Brenda bellowed, “Last call!”

You checked your watch: half an hour until close.

And despite the short burst of time remaining, it felt as though you’d been laughing and chatting away with George for hours. If someone insisted that they’d magically slowed time, you might have believed them. It felt so familiar to talk to George; it came so naturally. You wondered if he’d been talking since birth, given the way he animatedly told stories and produced witty comebacks within nanoseconds of the original comment.

At last, your glasses had been drained of their contents, and Brenda was shooing the last of the stragglers out the door. George followed behind you as you ducked out, calling goodbye to Brenda and Borden back inside.

Perhaps you’d been imagining it, but it certainly seemed that you and George were walking much closer together than you had been originally. One misstep and you might have brushed his hand.

You were suddenly distracted by the vibrant purple dahlias sitting outside of Rosa Lee’s. You raced over, carefully assessing exactly which flower to pick, explaining, “She won’t mind, I give her a new basket every week.”

George felt suddenly in awe of your natural grace and delight. It seemed so simple to please you: a dainty dahlia was all you needed to feel like the world was a good enough place to live. In a way, he envied your childlike wonder; it was different than the one exhibited in his shop by his products. It paid attention to the smaller things in life, rather than inciting big, booming bangs. It provided a sense of serenity.

You giggled and tucked the flower behind his right ear. He blushed as your hand gently grazed his skin. “How do I look?” he managed.

“Beautiful,” you said sincerely.

You continued walking as George fiddled with the dahlia. “Your favorite, right?” he asked, pointing to it.

“That is correct, sir,” you answered, impressed by his memory.

Once you reached Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, George leaned against the door and twiddled with the tiny flower between his fingers. He considered asking you inside, despite the lights clearly being off, indicating that the shop was clearly closed, and therefore, indicating that he meant inside his flat.

Likewise, you pondered the same prospect. You wondered if it’d be too forward: to suggest the idea of coming inside. Perhaps, tonight wasn’t the night.

And that was all right.

“Well, George,” you sighed, “I must say I’m really glad I stepped into this wacky shop of yours today.”

“I’d say the same,” he said earnestly.

You paused. “You’ll have to stop by again... you know, to finish off your bouquet,” you said, gesturing towards the dahlia.

He smiled. “You’ll be there tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you echoed, a smile growing on your lips. You stepped onto the street and waved.

The sight of George waving back with a lopsided grin on his freckled face was enough to tide you over until next time. You spun in place and apparated home.

Honestly, George liked the idea of taking his time, carefully picking flowers — a few each day — until his bouquet was erupting from its vase.

Maybe then, you’d come in.