Ok,here's my question.UwU.May you *please* do a Hop x Gloria fan fiction?(Postwickshipping)I understand if you're busy,so,I wish you well,and thank you if you do it.
Hop was as proud as punch as one hand swept to the side and the other pulled back this cozy, hidden little glade with a picnic set up inside it. Beneath the canopy of trees, hidden in the grooves and hollows of conjoined copses of trees. He had little electronic candles lit and a gingham rug laid out, a picnic basket of goodies and then some.
“Tada,” he said, “happy one month anniversary of becoming champion, Gloria, oh and what’s that other thing? Oh crud, it’s totally slipping my mind but I could swear that there’s another thing to celebrate, uh, hm...”
Gloria giggled as she ducked down beneath Hop’s swooping arm, “Yeah, it’s on the tip of my tongue too,” she said, going along with the joke, “such a teeny tiny thing such as our one month anniversary of starting dating.”
“Oh! Yes! That! That’s what was on the tip of my tongue.” Hop said.
Gloria sat down as elegantly as she could in her pink dress and in such a cramped location.
“Yeah, just a small little thing like that.” Gloria half laughed.
“Still, I’m happy to have you, Champ.” Hop said and he laid down across from Gloria, picnic basket and crockery between them, and he grinned.
“Happy to have you all to myself, Prof.” Gloria replied.
She leaned in and gave Hop a peck to the forehead. She swept a curl of her hair behind her ear and with a stumbling move, she came onto one hand and kissed Hop’s lips. He kissed back chastely. A returned and mere peck.
“I hope you enjoy this afternoon, Glory. That’d be ace.” Hop murmured.
“If you stop worrying about what we think of it in hindsight, I might. Now, I hear you’ve been in some masterclasses with Sonia, alongside her teaching you the ropes. What’ve you got, chef?” Gloria asked.
Hop licked his lips, “Well,” he began dramatically, “I’ve made some sandwiches, got some pies and cakes, all organically made and grown, ‘course.”
“Course.” Gloria said. “So, what do you recommend?”
“Life’s short, they say, eat dessert first.” Hop said and he lazily, although one could argue quite deftly, plated up some pie for both himself and Gloria.
Gloria continued to lean down and closed her eyes. Hop fed her a spoonful of gooey, sticky sweet Pecha pie. She trilled, contented, onto the spoon and Hop grinned, all cheeky and pleased and even proud. Even more so than when he had brought Gloria out into the middle of nowhere for this date.
