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AU Idea: Bakery AU 

Muse A runs and owns a bakery that consumes her time and love. Muse B is the groom of an upcoming wedding when he and his bride come into Muse A’s shop for a wedding cake consultation. Muse A & B have an immediate connection. Muse B’s bride-to-be is a bridezilla, demanding, constantly changing her mind, and belittling Muse A’s ideas for their wedding cake. 

After the first consultation, Muse B decides to come back to Muse A’s shop for a friendly visit. But after the second visit, Muse B discovers he might have more than friendly feelings for Muse A.

Alternative plot ideas: Muse A also has feelings but doesn’t say anything because he’s a client and soon to be married

 "No, course not."

                 ”Huh, cool.”

   It’s not that he’s really all that shocked  that  she  said    yes, Alice has always been different to the  other  girls    around   here.   The    ones   who   went  for  Quidditch    players, or people as dumb as two planks. He smiles,    lips  curling  in  that  strange  way  that  they  only  ever    seemed to do when it came to her., and his eyes move    to lock with hers for a second

     "Yeah, cool." She echoes his words, her smile growing      even wider, as if she'd slept with a hanger stuck in her      mouth. Her heart rate quickens as her eyes meet his,      beating hard against her ribcage in a bid for freedom.      If she didn't know better she'd say she was at risk of      cracking a rib.

                             She remained silent, momentarily unsure of what to say,                              but as it always was with Frank, it was a comfortable                              silence. With him, no words needed to be uttered for her                              to simply just enjoy his company. But Alice being Alice, the                              silence wasn't to last, and before she could help herself,                              she was cracking a joke, her lips curling into an amused smirk.

         ❝ You do know you don’t have              to agree with me if you don’t              agree with me. ——— It’s not              his fault really, it’s the girls.              They were cheering for him               and they pushed me. But if              he weren’t so ––– so ugh, this              wouldn’t have happened. ❞

             ❝ You don’t have to, all you have                   to do is listen to me rant. ❞