Butter-Cups

“No, no, your Majesty. It's a pleasure to have you here. Please, come and sit.” “Maribelle, please, 'Chrom' is fine.” “Absolutely not. You're a ruler now, Chrom. I simply can't call you anything but. It would be rude.” “... Isn't it also rude to not do as your king asks? And you kinda already called me Chrom anyway.” “Oh, well, have a biscuit.” Maribelle's face flushed, as she flourished her hand to a tray at Chrom's left. Standing on a marble topped side table, a polished porcelain plate was housing several meticulously placed cookies. Oatmeal. Shrugging, Chrom snapped one up an

Treat after treat disappeared into Diana's gullet, a disposal for any sweet Pastricia prepared, ravenous and skilled in the art of chow time. Pastricia had moved them back onto the couch, standing not being something either of them wanted to do for long. This made things much easier for her little piglet's dinner. Diana was laying back and letting Pastricia feed her, both of Diana's own hands and one of her own rubbing the course fabric covering her wobbly middle. But Diana was only human. A fat, gluttonous human with an overly stretched stomach, but a human. And when her shirt began to rise on her swelling belly, and her stomach became t

- -C- - Sakura:    Just talk to her, give her the gift, and then run away. It's fine, Sakura... it's fine. Stop sweating. She's right there, under the tree. You need a friend. She's your age. She's small and cute, like you... get out there!         Less than stone's throw away. *DEEP BREATH* OK HERE WE GOOOOOOO" padda padda padda Elise:    Um, hello! Sakura    HelloI'mPrincessSakuraofHoshidoandIknowwedon'treallyknoweachotherbutifCorrinthinksofyouasfamilyIshouldtoandwouldyouliketohangoutpleasetakethisgift. Elise    Oh! Thank you! I wish I had something to give in return... Sakura    Y-you are currently a guest in Hoshido. It would