pls gib more about hummingbird k thank
for u i gib anything
HUMMINGBIRD; gardener reader x mafia mingi
you tend to plants, not people, and that has never been more glaringly apparent than when a man with a bullet lodged in his thigh stumbles into your tiny shop at half past midnight as you're preparing to go home. ‘song mingi is an all too large hummingbird floating in and out of your orbit in a gross routine that always consists of him needing a new wound patched up or a bullet pulled out of his body. you aren’t sure why you want him to keep coming back.’















