Thanks to @oslomango I managed to remember something really cute that my halbae used to: when he was far from the people he loved, stick their photos in flowerpots to "take care of them even from a distance". So I thought that was very Rumi-like
I saw a request for prompts, and have arrived with one 🫡
It is: more werewolf reader and Celine, pls
Bonus points if the werewolfery reaches the MiraxReaderxCeline version, I need to see Mira's reactions and especially the teasing of Celine for being a monsterfucker
Ask and you shall RECEIVE! 🫶🏾
I’m thinking headcanons? 😇
- So, ofc it’s gonna be an extension from this universe right.
So the girls know that Celine and Reader are dating. They’re an established item.
Zoey and Rumi have been a thing in this AU. Mira has been flying solo.
But then at some point, Mira just starts hanging out more with Reader and Celine.
Like to the point where she lowkey seeks out their company and Celine and Reader openly invite her to date nights, and they don’t view her as a third wheel or anything.
Rumi and Zoey actually catch on before the three of them do. Then Reader and Celine come to the realization at the same time that they both want to include Mira on the relationship. Which means, Mira is the last to recognize her feelings poor baby is in denial LOL
- GREAT, so relationship is established between the three, everything else is pretty much the same throughout this AU in regard to Miraline x Reader…
Except, Mira doesn’t know Reader is a werewolf / wolf shifter. 😭
And both Reader and Celine feel bad for keeping it a secret, but at the same time, atp Reader is still learning how to gain absolute control over her powers
Plus, they don’t know how Mira will react. Will they mistake Reader to be a demon or a being of the underworld?
But Mira is extremely good at reading people. She knows there’s something… Abnormal about Reader, but she can’t put her finger on it.
For example, before she was added to the relationship, she saw how Reader interacted with Celine. Always giving her literal puppy eyes… Ones that flashed from dark brown to gold whenever Celine provided the simplest touch.
Or the soft rumble that would escape from Reader’s chest whenever Celine scritches Reader’s chin or ears.
Or how Celine would walk out some mornings with deep gashes on her back… Too deep for any regular human to make. And those bite marks? You cannot convince Mira that those were formed by human teeth.
And every full moon? Reader was nowhere to be seen.
- “I know what you are.” Mira confronts Celine one night, shortly after she’s included in their relationship.
Celine on the other hand blinks, confused, watching the younger idol from behind her stack of papers.
“You’re a monster fucker, like Zoey.” Mira points. “Reader’s a demon! And I know how to prove it!”
Celine tries to stop her, just so she can explain that she partially has it right, but Mira is already set with her plan.
She remembers how Rumi’s patterns flash brightly when she’s frightened. How her horns and tail magically appear when startled. Mira simply plans to do the same to Reader to expose her secret.
When Reader comes in one night after a late night run, Mira hides behind the door, only to jump out and shout.
But instead of being met with horns and a pointy tail, Reader yelps and whimpers, fully shifting into her wolf form with her ears folded back, tail tucked between her legs, and her fur all poofed out.
“…What the fuck?” Mira stands there, frozen, completely baffled.
Celine comes home a while after, and drops her keys at the sight in front of her.
“Who’s a good girl?” Mira coos, Reader’s belly is up as her tongue lolls out and tail wags, heavily thumping on the ground. “That’s right! You are! Yes you are! Yes you are! Yes you-!”
“What are you two doing?”
Reader’s tail immediately stops when Mira stands abruptly.
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me we basically have a fucking gigantic dog at our disposal!?”
A bark. Sharp, high pitched, a playful warning, and one Celine is already familiar with. It startles Mira, who presses against Celine’s side as the older woman just smirks down at Reader’s wolf form.
“She’s not a dog,” Celine translates, “she’s a wolf. A werewolf to be exact.”
“To-MAY-toe, to-MAH-toe.” Mira deadpans. “In either case…” The dancer flexes her arm, pointing at Celine. “You are a monster fucker!”
“…So are you.”
“And I can’t wait to expose this to Rumi and Z-!” Mira pauses, her phone loose in her grip. “What did you say?”
“So. Are. You.” Celine repeats with a smirk plastered on her face. “You’re also intimately dating Reader.”
The idol pales, realizing that her older partner has a point. She can’t criticize Celine for being a monster fucker… Or a furry, or incorporate some dumb but dark joke about beastiality or anything else she had rolled up in her sleeve, because that would just mean that she’s also the same.
That does not mean Mira doesn’t try lmao, but Celine does well to throw it back in her face.
- Celine honestly and surprisingly has to remind Mira that Reader isn’t always a soft puppy. She’s a werewolf. One still trying to control her senses. One who will lose control if a demon lays a single claw on either of them. One where if she blacks out during a shift? The best thing to do is run.
Unfortunately, Mira finds this out the hard way… Not intentionally.
It’s during a night where Reader senses demon activity in the city. It’s a strong one. One that sets her animalistic side off completely.
Reader just abruptly gets up in the middle of movie night with a thunderous growl. Celine already knows what’s going on, but this is new to Mira. Before anything can be explained? Reader shifts and bolts out the damn window.
Celine calls up Rumi and Zoey while Mira launches a thousand questions a minute. All four give chase, and that’s when Celine explains that Reader is able to sense demons ahead of time, even before the Honmoon registers any activity.
She’s not sure why, but it explains why she was able to give Huntr/x advance notice of demons on certain nights.
Once the demon is struck down, teamwork on all ends, Celine tries to work on calming Reader down, being the only one who knows how. Except, Mira is their partner now too and she doesn’t want to feel left out.
Despite everyone’s warnings, Mira tries to mimic Celine’s movements, tones, etc, but Reader in her hazy wolf mind mistakes her as a threat, and tries to lash out, almost slashing Mira’s face, similar to how she did Celine.
Mira is thankfully able to block just in time with her weapon and hold Reader’s heavy clawed paw back… She realizes now where Celine got that scar over her eyebrow from.
But Reader for some reason is still relentless, and continues her assault. So much so that Rumi and Zoey have to step in, and Celine unfortunately has to make a decision to tell them to try to pierce her non-lethally in her side. The pain will bring Reader back to her senses.
It works. Reader backs up, whimpering the minute Rumi’s sword slightly slices her side, just enough to bleed a bit and for minor pain to run through her giant wolf body. But then Reader freezes after seeing everyone looking at her in such an exasperated daze.
She’s informed about how she almost hurt Mira, and is immediately triggered back to her first shift when she hurt Celine. Reader makes herself small, whining and lowers her entire body in submission as she crawls to Mira, ears flat and tail low.
Ofc Mira knows Reader didn’t go berserk on purpose, so she forgive her immediately, but she definitely takes things more seriously from then on.
Now that a bulk of a foundation of their relationship has been set up lmao, I present y’all with some more fluffier headcanons! 😅
While Celine tends to the cemetery / gardens, Readers likes to nap in the shade nearby in her wolf form. It’s her way of acting as Celine’s security and providing Celine with silent company.
Mira will play fetch with Reader constantly LMAO. Honestly? It’s a decent way for Reader to expenses some excess energy.
Sometimes in the colder season, Reader will shift into her wolf form and Mira and Celine will cuddle up against her and use her as a personal blanket.
Sometimes Reader will entertain Mira and will let Mira walk her around at night in less populated areas. People always stop in awe or terror and she’s like, “What? Found this puppy at the pound… Problem?”
Celine always puts them on time out for this lmao… Reader literally goes into a big ass doghouse. 😭
Sex is… A bit more spicy, now that Mira is involved. Has introduced a muzzle to the leash and collar combo that Celine has already got Reader accustomed to.
And while Celine hates secretly loves the bite marks and scratches, Mira will proudly wear them wherever the fuck she goes.
I’m gonna say that… Mira is a power bottom. Reader is a service top. Celine is just having a good time and is a switch, dom leaning… Reader wears the strap / Honstrap more often than not because Mira can constantly comment and joke about Reader filling them up with her knot.
Celine has definitely questioned Mira’s sexual fantasies after a few sessions after hearing about knots one too many times. Mira had to clarify that she’s referring to the Omegaverse.
Celine got too curious and dove way too deep into the Omegaverse… She does not understand it, will never understand it, and is scarred for life.
Every Halloween, Reader is comfortable shifting and standing on her two legs. Sometimes she’ll stay in the house with Celine and pass out candy, sometimes she’ll terrorize kids with Mira, or sometimes she’ll just stick to the shadows and keep the community safe for the night from demons.
Acts as the other two’s therapy dog tbh.
The nightly runs remain between Celine and Reader. However, Reader and Mira have light sparring sessions.
One time Celine was feeling self conscious about her grey hairs so Reader dyed some of her fur grey (with Mira’s help)… Celine was more accepting to love scratches and bites that night.
Reader and Mira have definitely shaved off a slit of hair on their eyebrow as support of Celine’s eyebrow scar. Actually, I think either or definitely has an eyebrow piercing to go with it.
Mira and Celine have small little wolf tattoos on their chests above their hearts in support of Reader and Reader has definitely cried when she first saw them.
Reader will literally shred anyone apart if they threaten her lovers… I’m pretty sure she overheard someone cussing Celine out during a Zoom call and she literally snarled from the other room, despite Celine being unaffected by the guys tantrum. Mira’s parents tried to renter her life one day too and just showed up randomly at the penthouse and Reader flashed her canines with a huff and ran them off lmfaoooo.
Mira and Celine go to lesbian bars together sometimes to hunt butches and 70% of the time it just results in them making out around a shot of shitty whiskey and going home to lay in bed and jerk off next to each other, 20% of the time they're both successful in finding girls they can bone, and 9.9% of the time they end of having a threesome, and one time they saw Zoey in the club and had to pretend they didnt
“All this time…” Rumi’s breath shakes. “She knew my father. She was there with him, when my mother was pregnant… when I was born. All the questions I’ve asked her… Things about myself. Things about where I came from, who I came from — she had to have read all this too, hadn’t she? Why would she hide all of this from me? Why couldn’t she just tell me the truth?”
“Those,” Celine says, “are fair questions.”
Celine.
Rumi’s heart lunges into her throat.
Stunned to silence, the three of them turn on their knees toward Celine as she stands in the front doorway. Their mentor is usually skilled in schooling her expressions, but Rumi finds her with a face blanched by unspoken dread. Perhaps the glint of panic in her eyes is at the sight of the box sitting between them, clearly rifled through. For a tense moment nobody moves. Her appearance alone sends them back through the years to when they were young and impressionable and a little terrified of disappointing her.
Only now, there’s something living beside their meekness. Something softly angry, confused, questioning.
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The grand hall is completely empty.
Empty tables, empty champagne flutes and several masks left in various spots.
No guests, no staff, just pure ominous silence.
Celine’s senses scream danger as she silently moves through the hall. The thick carpet does well to muffle her footsteps as the honmoon continues to shimmer around her.
She expects Huntr/x to stop by any minute, but is not surprised when they don’t.
She waits, sneaking against the wall, approaching the grand staircase. Her bear mask is forgotten now, discarded and thrown onto the ground.
Pulling out her phone, she dials Rumi’s number. It rings once, twice, before she answers.
“Celine?”
“Rumi. You, Mira and Zoey.” She says firmly. “Heart of Seoul, 10 minutes max. I’ll send you the coordinates.”
She hangs up without further explanation. Her determination is now fueled by adrenaline, instinct by her long years of hunting demons, but she would be lying if she excluded slight fear as well.
Especially when she hears the malicious rumbling coming from the spiral staircase, dark smoke descending from the top.
A large demon materializes. It towers over her, horned, eyes that glow with nothing but malevolent energy as it fixates on her immediately.
Without hesitation, Celine pulls out her dagger, one that she keeps on her at all times since she can no longer utilize the Honmoon to summon her dual swords. She hurls it with deadly precision, aiming it right at the demon’s throat, but it catches it with ease.
Celine curses when she sees her dagger embedded in its palm. The demon laughs maliciously, watching curiously as she fumbles to find her second blade.
With a simple flick of its hand, the dagger flies out from the demon’s palm, skidding across the hall, ricocheting off the floor and right into Celine’s leg.
The pain is so sudden, so sharp, that it catches her off guard. Her leg gives out and she kneels, her breathing unsteady. She’s losing control of the situation and fast.
“Kang.” The demon spits out her last name in disgust. “I remember you.” It’s claw points right at her. “You were responsible for his death.”
“Tch,” Celine scoffs, “I’ve killed many of your kind. You’re gonna have to remind me which one you’re referring to, if I can bother to remember.”
“The traitor.” The demon growls. “The one who fell for the human and bred a half demon.”
Celine’s eyes narrow, her jaw tightening. Even more so when then demon begins its descent from the stairs… Slowly, deliberately.
“I’m here to return a long overdue favor.” It smiles wickedly at her. “Besides, the other guests? They were merely… Appetizers.” It’s voice drips with mockery.
That’s when Celine’s blood runs cold. Of course, of fucking course. This whole gala was nothing but a damn distraction. A feast.
The demon senses her anxiety. Her realization, and licks its lips in a grotesque way, continuing its way down the staircase.
“Gwi-Ma may not be pleased with this side quest, but I will make due to enjoy the main course.” It snarls, and prepares to attack, claws fully extended and aimed right at her.
But, just as the demon takes a menacing step, its momentum is interrupted when a flash of black blocks it’s view of the older hunter.
The air tenses for a fraction of a second before the demon pauses, snarling at the sudden interruption.
Celine herself, can’t help but to widen her eyes in surprise as a large pure black wolf stands protectively in front of her. Its ears are flattened, teeth bared and icy gaze fixed solely on the demon.
Those eyes… Celine swears she’s seen them before.
A fierce growl rumbles through the wolf’s chest and the demon roars to counter it, swiping at the animal with a talon that could shatter through stone.
The canine moves with supernatural speed, effortlessly dodging and returning a counterattack that makes the demon hiss in pain. The wolf’s teeth leave ashen like burns in the same place where they graze its reddened skin.
Celine’s heart hammers against her ribs. This battle is fierce, but definitely one-sided.
The beast’s movements are fluid and precise, almost way too fast for Celine herself to keep track of. It dodges every single attack with ease, counters with bites and scratches that leave searing wounds on the demon’s skin.
With a final, powerful lunge, the wolf sinks its canines deep into the demon’s throat. The hellish creature lets out a choked, agonized scream before it vanishes in a puff of black purple-ish smoke, disappearing entirely.
The hall is silent once again. The only thing to be heard is the heavy breathing of the victorious wolf and Celine’s stunned silence.
Celine stands frozen, her mind reeling. However, as quickly as the wolf appeared, it disappears into the shadows, leaving her alone in the suddenly quiet hall.
She tries to rush forward to catch a glimpse of its black fur again, her heart racing for a completely different reason now, but the sharp pain in her leg from the knife embedded in her makes her come to a painful halt.
“Fuck!” The former idol grits her teeth as she shifts her weight, her hand immediately flying to where the sharp metal impales her skin. She notes how her dress is slightly wet, most likely due to being exposed to her blood.
“Celine!” The sound of hurried and frantic steps start to fill the empty halls, and said woman is able to take a quick breath of relief as Rumi, Mira and Zoey rush into her sight.
“We came as soon as we could!” The youngest of the group mentions.
“What are we dealing with?” The problem child questions, her gok-do already spinning excitedly in her hand. “How many demons? What type?”
Finally, Rumi approaches her adoptive mother with a concerned expression plastered on her face, “You’re hurt.” She notes, her patterns shimmering in the light. “Who did this?”
“More like, what?” Mira scoffs.
“Girls,” Celine exhales, suddenly exhausted from tonight’s events. “I’ll be fine. Just an unexpected encounter.” But when Rumi gives her a pointed look, Celine shakes her head, and corrects herself. “I’ll explain on the way back to the penthouse.”
As Zoey’s curiosity gets the better of her, Rumi and Mira help Celine up while the maknae explores the empty building.
“Easy Mira,” Rumi prompts the other, “let her lean on you.
“Easy for you to say when you have half demon strength guiding you.”
“Hey girls?” Zoey’s higher pitched voice calls out from the hallway where Celine had left her earlier companion.
The rapper emerges with a neatly folded piece of elegant paper. “It says it’s for you, Celine… Found it by the hallway over there.”
The girls’ mentor goes silent. She’s breathless as she looks- no… Scans, for that familiar figure from earlier. But, that corridor is completely empty.
The spot that Zoey points to, the one where you had been pressed against the wall right before this all went down, was where Zoey claimed to have found the piece of paper that was in fact addressed to Celine.
Her hand trembles slightly as she gently takes the folded up paper from the rapper’s grip with a soft, “Thank you.”
The note itself is written in elegant, precise handwriting on expensive parchment that smells faintly of forest, something wild, and something distinctively you.
“Had to run.” It reads, and Celine can feel Huntr/x’s curious glances over her shoulder as she reads silently in her head. “If you’re ever interested in picking up where we left off? Give me a call. -W.”
“W?” Rumi reads aloud. “Who is that? Mean anything specific?”
Mira on the other hand, has a teasing tone in her follow up question. “Celine, did you meet someone?”
That’s when said woman’s eyes widen in realization as she fixates on the single initial.
W.
Everything starts to click into place. At least somewhat. The wolf. Those golden eyes.
The way it positioned itself protectively over Celine between her and the demon? That was not just by chance. That familiar energy that radiated beneath its beastly form…
“Girls,” Celine repeats, voice softer, but more alert, “let’s go. Looks like I have some things to follow up on.”
The unspoken truth is there in her voice… She has research to do. Personal research, to see who exactly “Wolf” is.
@thefanfictiongenie here’s another of your prompts, friend! Some humor and some slight angst mixed in.
Coming home from work, you knew you wanted nothing more than to relax and just melt into the couch.
The best way to do that was always to order your favorite take out, watch your favorite dumb show, and take an edible.
Once you walk through the door, your bag falls dramatically onto the ground, and your feet drags on the wooden floor the minute your shoes are off.
You open the fridge, eager to open the bag of chocolate filled wafer cones that are tucked away on the side…
…Only to be hella confused when they’re not there?
“Could’ve sworn this is where I put them last?” You scratch your head, but shrug, figuring you just put them somewhere else.
But your worry increases with each passing minute. Spot after spot, everywhere you check, these edibles are nowhere in sight.
Only place you haven’t checked is Celine’s room. You know she doesn’t indulge though, no matter how many times you’ve playfully asked her to.
And, she’s told you not to keep any of the drugs in the room, always complaining about the smell of the flower or the stickiness of the edibles. Something about how it can attract ants.
Still, you peek in, her door already cracked open.
“Celine? Love?”
No answer, but you see her sprawled out on her side, and surprise surprise… There’s your bag of edibles, just barely dangling from her grip.
“Oh my…” You trail off, mouth slightly agape as you take in the scene.
“Fuck. Okay.” One small step, then two, before you’re crouching by her side.
“I’m just gonna…” You carefully reach out and pry the bag from her.
Somehow, you extract it from her hand, but the minute you turn, it crinkles in your grip, and Celine stirs tiredly at the noise.
She grumbles, and rolls onto her back. Her eyes slowly blink open one after the other and lazily focus, somewhat, on you.
“…Iseul?”
You freeze. You know she’s severely under the influence, but you’re trying so hard not to snicker and scold her for mistaking you for her former teammate.
“No, try again.” You prompt gently.
“I told you,” She rolls over again, catching herself literally right before she falls off the edge of her mattress, “‘m not interested.”
“Celine, I’m not-“
Said woman grumbles something under her breath, and summons one of her dual swords. “And,” she cuts you off, “I won’t let you take Rumi.” She growls, her words slurred. “Not now, not then… Not ever!”
Celine lunges, more like skips, and points her sword right in your direction.
But thankfully, what feels like rapid movement to her, only translates to snail speed in real time.
You blink, and shuffle to the right a few spaces and watch as Celine slowly descends onto the carpeted ground. Her sword clatters dramatically away from her grip, and she groans in protest as she registers the slight rug burn on her knees.
You kneel down beside her. “Baby, it’s me. Y/N.” You correct, somewhat entertained now. “I’m not here for Rumi.”
“…ishoo nommph phere? (Iseul’s not here?)” Celine’s head remains face down against her carpeted floor.
You shake your head. “No love. I don’t know where Iseul is.” You pause. “How many of the… Waffle cones did you eat?”
“Whaph waff coesh? (What waffle cones?)”
“These.” You hold up the bag of edibles. “Celine, please sit up.”
It takes some time, but she does. Slowly, the older woman rolls over on her back and looks up at you. Her eyes are glossed over, pupils dilated and eyes are bloodshot.
Then, she laughs. Like… Actually chuckles. “The ceiling is moving.” Celine’s expression hardens. “The Honmoon.”
You look up, then back down, already knowing where her mind is going. “No. No, Celine, no.” You prompt, your hand is already rested gently on her chest. “The Honmoon is fine, everything is fine. You’re just… High.”
You blink when your lover scoffs. “High?” She laughs. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m on the ground.”
The bag in your hand shakes again with more emphasis this time. “Okay, yes. You’re on the ground. How many of these did you eat!?” You practically shove the bag in her face.
Celine has to squint to see clearly what exactly is in front of her. But ultimately, she shrugs. “I don’t know what those are.”
A moment of silence passes by. “What do you mean you, ‘don’t know what those are?’”
“I can’t read the label.”
The way she explains it is so simple that you have to do a double take. The label is written in English, which she knows how to speak and read very well, along with Korean and French.
But then you look at the content warning, in which you realize that Celine may not have been able to recognize the symbols that warn how the products inside contain marijuana.
You exhale, then decide to test out your theory. “What does this mean?” You ask, pointing to the corner of the bag that specifically says THC.
Celine looks up, squints… Squints some more, and then answers, her tone deadly serious. “The Honmoon Calls.”
“Oh my god.” You exasperate. “You’re gone. Like, completely.”
“Gone?” She chuckles, then goes still, her eyes widening in panic. “I’m dead.”
“No! Celine, you’re not dead!”
“The Honmoon Calls!” She repeats, nearly sobbing. “It’s coming to collect me. My time has come to its end!” Her calloused hands cover her face in despair. “I’m too young… Is this my punishment? For everything? For how I’ve failed my duties? How I’ve failed my friends… Rumi?”
You watch as your partner spirals, desperately trying to think of how to calm the raging mess of thoughts and emotions that are brewing in her mind.
“Look at me.” Your hands move to her shoulders, your grasp on them is firm yet gentle and comforting.
It works. Celine instantly stops sobbing, her panic ceasing as she focuses on your worried gaze.
“None of that is happening.” You reassure. “You’re safe. You’re alive. You’re here, with me. You’re just… Having a really intense fucking trip because you ate my weed edibles.”
When she stares blankly at you, you huff and hold up the bag. “See?” You shake it in front of her, grabbing her attention. “Weed. You. High.”
It takes a moment too much longer than needed, but you can see the gears start to turn in Celine’s head even amidst the heavy influence of weed.
“My parents will kill me when they find out I engaged in such recreational activities.”
“Okay,” You sigh, defeated, “up we go. We’ll discuss everything on a more serious note when all this has passed.”
Unfortunately, you underestimate just how much longer the weed would impair Celine’s judgement for the rest of the evening well into the night.
You move things steadily from the bedroom and eventually find yourself chatting casually in the common area.
For someone so precise and coordinated, you observe as Celine becomes more… Animated. More carefree. Less strict with everything she does.
Certain topics she hasn’t opened up to you about yet are spoken freely. Heavily suggested conversations are initiated from her with dirty words or phrases that wouldn’t usually coat her tongue. Even past drama from her Sunlight Sister days spills out.
“…And you know, come to think of it, I really don’t even fucking know how Mi-Yeong even managed to hide her damn pregnancy from us for so long!” Your partner expresses, but you honestly can’t tell if she’s amused or upset.
“He wasn’t shit anyway.” She continues. “I bet she was only obsessed because he had a good dick or something.”
“Uh-huh…” You entertain and gently push a bottle of water her way. “Like the only reason you entertain me is because I have amazing pussy, right?” You chuckle, trying to joke about.
However, it lands flat on Celine’s end. She accepts the water but flicks the cap in your direction. “Shut the fuck up.” She practically growls. “You know that’s far from the reason why I’m with you.”
The sharpness in her voice catches you off guard. Even more so when you see her lips tremble, and she starts to fight back some tears.
“You are my everything.” Celine bawls. “You see me in ways no one else has.” Her hand runs through her hair. “You see my faults. My mistakes and yet you… You still see me. You don’t judge me and you still love me unconditionally and I just don’t know how to handle it.”
Her emotional breakdown continues, and you know this is definitely an effect of the edibles, but you struggle to find a response.
Your mouth is slightly parted. You’ve never seen her like this… Not since the time where she thought she almost lost Rumi during the Idol Awards. But even then, she was at least a bit more composed.
“Hey, hey… Shh,” you coo, “it’s okay. Love, I was just teasing you.”
You shift closer to her offering physical comfort in which she immediately accepts by draping herself dramatically all over you.
“Well stop it.” She grumbles, burying her tear stained face in your shirt. “I didn’t like it.”
“But I love you and it’s fun.” You pout, and kiss the top of her head. “Will you forgive me if I order us food?”
You’re met with silence for a solid beat, but ultimately, the older woman nods.
“The usual fine?”
“Yes… However, I want mine extra hot.”
“Celine, last time you ordered that your mouth burned for three days?”
“Extra. Hot.”
You don’t bother to argue. You know the munchies are hitting her hard at this point.
“I’ll remember this for tomorrow morning.” You deadpan, amused as you hit order.
Your stoner instincts are on point, because the minute the food comes, Celine scarfs it down immediately. She doesn’t even give the delivery guy a chance to breathe or properly drop off the order.
Even by the time you sit and relax, she’s already scarfed down her meal, and passed out on the couch.
Despite how frantic and wild she looks, crumbs everywhere, hair disheveled, shirt slightly draped over her shoulder and riding up her stomach, you can’t help but to smile.
The edibles definitely did a major number on her tonight in more ways than one, but honestly? You’re sure she was overdue for a night for her to just… Unwind.
Once you were done with your food, you extend the couch, and flop down next to Celine. You somehow manage to throw a blanket over a blanket over the both of you, ad you hold her steadily with an arm slinked over her side.
Come next morning, Celine stirs. The first thing she realizes is that she has a massive migraine. The second thing? The room is slightly stirring in the corners of her vision. Third? Your warm body holding her comfortably from behind.
The living room is an absolute mess. There’s empty water bottles scattered everywhere and remnants of the food your ordered across the coffee table.
Her stomach grumbles, not in hunger, but in protest. The spice from her food registers now, and she remembers faintly how she practically demanded how her usual order be more hot than normal.
With a devastating groan, she shifts, grabbing the nearest drink she can find and gulping it down swiftly to ease the lingering burn throughout her body before turning to face you.
That’s when you stir, slowly blinking to meet her troubled gaze.
“Don’t.” Her voice is rasp and dry. The high from last night is long gone, and her usual self has made its return.
“I wasn’t gonna-!”
Celine cuts you off. “Doesn’t matter.” Her finger goes to your lips. “We do not speak about it. Nothing about last night is to be spoken after this point in time. Do you comprehend?”
“Y-Yes ma’am.” Your voice quivers, slightly shaken by how firm and commanding her tone is. It leaves absolutely no room for argument and that fiery look in her eyes is one that you don’t want to test.
“Excellent.” Her hand reaches over and covers your eyes. “Go back to sleep. We’re not leaving this couch until I’ve recovered from whatever you’ve poisoned me with.”
“You mean, the edibles you poisoned yourself with.”
“I will drop kick you off this couch.”
“…I’ll shut up.”
Despite her threat, Celine snuggles closer to you, burying her face in the crook of your neck with more affectionate purpose this time. She breathes you in, her shoulders relaxing and her headache subsiding just a tad.
“…Thank you.” Her voice is low, barely audible when she speaks again. Her breath is warm against your skin. “For last night, by the way.”
“Don’t mention it.” You smile genuinely, welcoming her warmth. “Though, seriously, please don’t not consume anything that has THC labeled on it next time?”
The response from your lover is immediate. “Deal.”
It’s the last thing you both agree on before you sleep well into the afternoon.
