#heartberry

Mr: Every time! Every time, I come back from a long trip, you hide my shaving supplies!

❤️🍓: yuuuup! and I always will so I can snuggle and caress that beard! 😈😈😈.

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“Why’d you come back for me?” She asked him quietly, her soft, brown eyes staring intently at his face.

He leaned against the wooden door of her office and crossed his arms.

“This is why you pulled me in here?” He deflected.

Hermione sighed as she perched herself up on her desk. “I’m so tired of these games that we play, Tom. You didn’t need to come back for me. You could’ve let me be kidnapped and murdered but you came back for me and I need to know why.”

Tom pushed himself off her door and stalked towards her, his face carefully neutral as he stopped right in front of her. He threaded one hand through her hair and the other cupped the side of her face.

He ran a thumb across her lips. “Wouldn’t you have done the same for me?”

Hermione scoffed and pulled both of his hands away from her. “Yes, but it’s not the same. You have an interest in me being dead as I have enough evidence to lock you up in prison for the rest of your life, if not the death sentence. You’re the avoritet.”

Tom laughed at that. “And yet, here I am, a free man, Detective. Why is it that you haven’t had me locked up?”

Hermione glared at Tom before turning her head to the side. Tom sighed and reached for her hand, kissing each fingertip before returning them to her.

“I tire of these games, too, you know. You know why I came back for you, and you should know that I’ll always come back for you.” He glanced sharply at her stomach. “I have no desire to see you dead. You’re also going to be the mother of my child, Hermione.”

She paled instantly. “How’d you know?”

He smirked. “I’m the avoritet, as you call it. Nothing in this part of the city escapes my notice and nothing about you escapes my attention either, Granger.”

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I’m not sure I’m familiar with this one.

relatable :( but i have a feeling that more rivetra hints will be dropped soonnnnn

" Come on, Mister!"Connie 'Heartberry' Maheswaran complained with a slight pout, " Help me choose."

"I mean, does it really matter?" Steven 'Mister' Universe asked as he spun around in his chair, " it really doesn't , right?" He asked two of tgeir best friends , Daniel 'Danny' Zeke and Parricia 'Tricia' Isiah.

"Why you trying to get the bull to run us through?" Danny accused Steven as he pointed to Connie.

Connie nostrils flared in an annoyed huff.

"I think flowers would be best, less conspicuous.. " Tricia answered , trying to be the voice of reason, " he can give it to the lady in a bouquet."

"Naw, they see floral arrangements as an insult." Mister told her.

" Well, ring it is then, right?" Danny said with a smile.

"But not having a flower is also an insult to their race." Connie explained. "Mister.. You need to answer."

" I mean..as long as it gaudy enough and can pick up voices it doesn't matter." Mister said, looking at her with a mischievously flirty and impishly smug smirk.

" Why are you so damn flippantly nonchalantly indecisive today!?" Connie all but roared at her at Mister, annoyance running on high as her brow furrowed, fist clench and teeth grind and and bit gently on her left jaw. Her black eyes burned as she looked at his stupid, stupid, Damn stupid kissable smile.

She felt the echos of her pounding heart in her head and felt her mahogany cheeks burn a dark maroon.

" is this one of your flirty fights?" Danny and Tricia asked, noticing the eternal ' Not a couple' lovers, all to well.

Steven pointed at the two in confirmation, still peering into the black eyed bull gaze.

"And she just lost."

"Arrgh! Wipe that smile off your face before I bite it off!"

"Is that before kissing and sucklings..or after."

"Patcat actually prefers it in between," Danny chimed in, "call it the 'sweet to sensual' pipline...ow." Danny rubbed the back of his head where Tricia lightly smacked.

" Ahh, you want the pipeline, Heartie?" Mister flirted with the blushing ball of annoyance.

"I want you to choose!" She pleaded him, holding the two items up.

"I leave it to you.".

Connie growled audibly before a smirk came to her lips, and a different blaze over took her eyes, " ok... leave it to me, Misty."

Steven felt a chill down his spin at her sweet, sinsong tone.

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"Ah, Steven diamond." One of his fellow galactic ambassadors greeted an alien rose based floral princess, her green petals like eyes widen at Steven's outfit, " oh my. Thank you for showing respect to our culture."

"Well..I.."

"We, thank you." Connie interrupted ,smiling next to him, " i did my best to learn about the fashion of your people in these events." She said as she took a look at him.

Steven was wearing bright green and red ankle length quilt, with a matching very frilly petal like texture and design with a pink ring like trim along the waist and hips of the flowing quilt and the croptop.

"You did very well.. it looks positively fragrant on you, Sir Steven... Now pleaee..this way." The princess smiled, leading them.

Connie gave Steven a side glance," Shall we go, Mister." She smiled, swaying her hipsxas she walked, catching his eyes.

"Wait. This...thing is hard to move in." Mister complained a bit, shuffling under the heavy clothing.

Waiting to start date night with the boys.