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Announcing Bederia Day 2022
🌸Bederia Day will take place February 27th 🌸
after a long discussion Bederia Week will be turned into Bederia Day this year to hopefully encourage anyone and everyone to participate in one open ended prompt:
↓ ↓ ↓ prompt ↓ ↓ ↓
Snapshot
In any sense of the word from a quick photo, to a moment at any point in time
rules: any and all forms of art are welcomed | canon and AUs acceptable!
[please use #bederiaday across tumblr and twitter & feel free to @ me at @bede-x-gloria on tumblr or @pkmntrashcan on twitter to ensure a reblog/retweet]
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Bederia Week Day 1: First Impressions (Childhood Friend AU)
I did another screenshot re-draw lol I appear to be addicted to these rn.
Enjoy this little “childhood friend” AU between Gloria and Bede (reference is from Tamako Market/Tamako Love Story)
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Feel free to like and re-post 💖
#bederia week#bederia week 2021#bederiaweek#bederia#btyu#bede x gloria#gloria x bede#dressedinpinkshipping#dressed in pink shipping#bede#bedepokemon#pokemon bede#gloria#gloria pokemon#pokemon gloria#childhood friends#childhood friend au#mochizou#tamako#tamako love story#tamako market#tamako kitashirakawa#mochizou oji#screenshot redraw#fake screenshot#anime#shipping#ship
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Day 3: Travelling Together
wild area vibing...
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My fic for day 3 of Bederia week 2021 is complete!!! I've just got to come up with a title for it now 😅 it's going to be chapter one of a two part fic, with day 4 being chapter 2!
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Day 4 | Fantasy
And as usual, I ended up plotting an entire AU even though it was only supposed to be just One Art HAHAHA
Exceedingly long description of AU under cut
The Fae are a collective of small magical beings. In ancient times past, they watched over all nature, looking after animals and plants, occasionally blessing humans with their grace. But after a secret war more than 100 years ago that resulted in deaths on both sides, the fae have retreated to Faeland, living peacefully. Their existence faded to myths in the humans' minds, while for the fae, humans were said to be greedy, selfish, lowly beings to be avoided.
A young human named Gloria had just returned home to Postwick Town for her semester break. While she was out in the hills, she wandered into the ruins of an old castle, where she came across a small sculpture of a wolf-like creature covered in steel wires. The two men in suits standing guard assured her that it was an art installation.
Gloria felt uneasy at the pained expression on the wolf's face, especially since her pet raven Corvisquire seemed extraordinarily distressed at the sight of it. She returned to the castle ruins at night and carefully freed the wolf from its restraints. To her amazement, the wolf began to move. But then they heard the 'artists' returning, and in desperation, the wolf leapt onto Gloria's chest and emitted a bright burst of light.
When Gloria awoke, she found herself in an unfamiliar forest, 6 inches tall. While she was freaking out, not knowing how to get home or how to return to her original size, she was found by a passing fairy named Bede, foster son to the Fairy King and Queen. Bede was pissed that a human had somehow entered Faeland. He insulted her and attempted to drive her out, but the moment he touched her, he sensed a fae soul in her, and he was astounded.
Gloria didn't trust Bede, so she didn't tell him anything about the wolf. Bede captured Gloria and brought her back to the Fairy Court. But King Rose was completely dismissive of Bede's claims, saying that Gloria was just a regular human. Queen Oleana ordered Bede to throw Gloria out of Faeland.
Bede was deflated, but after Gloria raised a semi-sympathetic eyebrow at him, he brought her to Lady Opal, one of the oldest and most respected fairies in the land. She immediately sensed the Fae Wolf Zamazenta in Gloria, and after hearing her story, she deduced that Zamazenta had used the last of his powers to bring Gloria to Faeland. He now resided within Gloria's heart.
In order to restore Zamazenta, Gloria had to find Zacian, the other Fae Wolf, in the Slumbering Weald where the two wolves normally reside. Opal ordered Bede to accompany her and keep her safe, for Faeland was home also to all the less benign creatures that wouldn't hesitate to attack a human. Opal also gave Gloria a pendant that helped her to draw on a little bit of Zamazenta's power inside her, in case she needed to protect herself (or smack Bede).
Thus begins the adventures of Gloria and the Fairy Prince Bede as they journey through Faeland, making curry, meeting selkies, fighting trolls, and uncovering nefarious human schemes. In between saving Zamazenta and trying not to get eaten by cockatrices or bespelled by goblins, the two go from unlikely allies to friends, to maybe a hint of something... more.
TO BE CONTINUED (MAYBE)
#bederiaweek#bederia#dressedinpinkshipping#bede x gloria#my art#why yes I do.... have the entire main plot written out in a document WEEPS#includes the overarching plot with Zacian and Zamazenta#addresses what happened in the war#Gloria cooking curry and Bede falling in love with curry#Fairies don't use fire so they have no idea what cooking is#some fun with fae creatures#banter and hints of ust#plus character development for Bede when they return to Oleana and Rose because........ 8)#stop me from writing the whole thing out I have enough things to do asieoasea
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Bederia Week, day 7: Open
I just wanted to draw some cuddles :">
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Bederia Week (Day 1) - Fair/Amusement Park 🎠
I just had to I’m sorry ;; I will die for this ship 💕
#my art#bederiaweek#bederia#bede x gloria#gloria x bede#pokemon swsh#bede swsh#pokemon bede#bede#pokemon#trainer bede#bede pokemon#pokemon sword and shield#my pink boy#cries because they’re so cute
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iron & cream - fair
Day 1 of Bederia Week
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Bede is only here because Opal kicked him out of the house.
It’s certainly not because Gloria (who is certainly not his only friend at university) invited him.
Nevertheless, he makes his way through Ballonlea, towards the central square where the Autumn Equinox Festival has set up, and he spots her right at the entrance, her usual wool beret sitting proudly atop her head.
“Was starting to think you wouldn’t come,” she hums with a small smile, a teasing one that knows a little too much for his taste.
He rolls his eyes. “If I didn’t, you’d cry about it in lecture.”
Not exactly true, but it’s just snarky enough to cover his tracks; besides, she’s always rather chatty in the literature course they share, so no doubt she’d recount her entire time at this tacky fair in excruciating detail while he’s trying to take notes.
And he absolutely wouldn’t look forward to it – not to the way her Postwick accent gets stronger when she’s excited, or how her eyes flicker from him to the front of the lecture hall, trying to split her attention until she nearly goes cross-eyed.
“Well come on, you’re the local,” she laughs, looping her arm around his and ignoring his noise of indignant protest at the gesture, leading them further into the square, “Show me everything I need to see!”
It occurs to him, after he’s showing her the best booth for fairy floss and they’ve taken a seat to watch the local band on stage play a lively folk song, that she could’ve asked a myriad of other people to come with her today.
Bede might keep to himself, scoff at the idea of socializing with other students who are no doubt a boring waste of his time, but Gloria very much doesn’t. Though she arrived in Ballonlea without knowing a single person, she’s quickly made a name for herself amongst students. They even ran into two girls she knew in line for the candy floss, and she’d easily breezed into a conversation about their seminar, and how their day was, and some rugby game he didn’t watch. If he didn’t know any better, he might think that she’s friends with every single person at their uni.
But she asked him to go with her to the fair. Him, the boy she sits next to in their morning lecture who never has a kind word to say about anyone or anything, and who even told her that he hated this stupid traditional celebration and refused to go.
He thinks it might be a sign that she’s a bit too dull to take a hint.
But then he’s the one who went and showed up, let her hang off his arm and chatter off his ear with little more than a frown.
Maybe he’s the stupid one.
She holds the fairy floss up to his face, breaking his train of thought as she tilts her head. An impish spark alights her eyes, and she plucks another piece of pink fluff for herself. “It nearly matches your hair.”
“Hardly.” His sneer only brings out another chuckle from her as she pulls the fairy floss closer to her chest but keeps it tilted towards him.
“Want some?”
“No. It’s pure sugar that rots your teeth.”
“Good.” She pops another piece in her mouth, waggles her eyebrows as she crosses one leg over the other. “Maybe then all my teeth will fall out and I can finally get those dentures I’ve been eyeing.”
He can’t help it; the one-note bark of a laugh is out before he can contain it, because it’s not quite a joke but it’s incredibly her. It may have only been a few weeks since they’ve started talking, but of at least one thing Bede is absolutely sure.
“You’re an odd girl.”
“And you’re an odd boy,” she counters smoothly with a half-smile, finishing off her candy floss and standing to toss the paper stick into a nearby bin.
It’s something he’s heard often growing up, something that’s crawled under his skin and makes him itch. There’s a reason he’s taken to being by himself, to proving to everyone that he’s above them rather than just outside, on the fringes of society no matter what he’s tried. Kids in primary school would always screw up their faces, call him odd if they caught him talking to plants, or how quickly he got upset.
Gloria, though, says it like it’s a good thing, like it might be badge to wear with pride rather than a nasty old scar to cover up.
She turns to face him once more, hands clasped behind her back as she shifts her weight. “Now c’mon, you’re not getting out of this without playing at least one game.”
He’s already up and leading her towards that section of the fair when he mutters, “You know they’re all scams, right?”
“That’s half the fun.”
There’s no logical argument to be made there, so he literally can’t argue with that, and instead settles on scanning the booths they pass. A gaggle of other first years passes them, waving at Gloria, and as she stops to chat with them, he takes the opportunity to pick out the least humiliating game he can. It’s not exactly easy, with all the bright colors and flashy gimmicks, but something simple and without a crowd in the corner catches his eye.
Gloria raises a brow when he leads her to it. “Horseshoe pitching?”
“It’s the only one you have even a chance of winning.” His tone is supposed to be haughty, but it brushes up against sincerity for just a second, just long enough that she gives him a curious look and he curses himself in his head, turning to instead face the woman running the game and handing off a few notes as Gloria accepts two iron horseshoes.
She stands behind the marked line, lines her arm up with the little pole sticking out of the dirt, gives a horseshoe a few experimental swings, and then she releases, sending it sailing through the air.
It lands a few centimeters short and to the right, and she doesn’t even need to look to know that Bede’s smirking at her, seconds away from an ‘I told you so.’ With a pout, she holds out the other horseshoe to him. “Show the village girl how it’s done.”
He rolls his eyes, but accepts the horseshoe anyway, their fingers brushing together and his skin feels electric for a moment.
And then it feels electric for several moments, like something’s tingling and sparking and heating up. He ignores it, chalks it up to the fact that the metal’s been warming up in the sun (despite the fact that Ballonlea hasn’t seen a properly sunny day in five years).
As he lines himself up, his right hand only grows warmer, and then it’s really burning, his skin prickling where it touches the horseshoe. He gives it a few slow swings, set on ignoring the odd sensation, but then it’s molten and melting him and he hears a sizzle, then his own scream as he drops the horseshoe onto the ground and grabs his own hand.
“Bede? You all right, mate?”
There’s sweat forming between his brows, and his stomach is turning as he looks at Gloria, but there’s three of her and they’re fuzzy around the edges. He opens his mouth to say something, closes it, opens it again, but no sound comes out. There’s something lodged in his throat, and his legs are shaking so badly that he thinks he might fall.
Sound is muffled – not some, but all, like his head is underwater, and he can’t make out the words that Gloria is saying. He feels her hands on his shoulders, gently leading him away from the square and towards the side of a building, some store he can’t recognize right now.
“Just deep breaths, okay?” He nods, feeling his body slide down and his head fall back against the wall. His heart beats against his ribcage so hard he thinks the bones might splinter, and his hand is still burning. The world is spinning, so he closes his eyes, tries to find some sort of grounding and finds it in Gloria’s voice as she leans down in front of him. “Do you need me to get someone? Talk to me, Bede. Look at me, please, I don’t know what’s going on.”
He opens his eyes, and it’s like he’s seeing the world for the first time.
There are traces of something silvery in the air, and colors are more vibrant, more plentiful somehow. His gaze shifts and then focuses to the right of Gloria’s cheek. A thin gauze of spring green surrounds her like a halo, pulsing and alive in a way that makes sense but he can’t quite explain. When he looks right in front of him, into her eyes, he can see spots of ivy and amber hidden amongst deep brown.
Her mouth falls open, and her hands fly to her purse, digging around blindly as she refuses to look away, swallowing a lump in her throat as she tries to find the words. “B-Bede, your eyes, they’re...”
She opens the front-facing camera on her phone, holding it up to his face.
His eyes, once blue, are now a vibrant purple, with a thin rim of silver surrounding his pupil.
Well if he wasn’t an odd boy before, he certainly is now.
#bederia#pokemon swsh#dressedinpinkshipping#bederiaweek#btyu#rival bede#trainer gloria#gif#sry for the repost but i swear this post is haunted#tried to change one tag and it deleted everything and wouldn't let me change it again??#welp
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Shifters [oneshot, #BederiaWeek]
Pairing: Bede/Gloria (Bederia, DressedInPinkShipping)
Rating: G
General Summery: Every person has someone with which they share a special connection, and sometimes they trade consciousness, taking control of each other's bodies and seeing through each others eyes. This is called "shifting." Bederia Week Day 5: Soulmates (@bede-x-gloria)
Tags: Soulmate AU, Canon Compliant
Oneshot
Gloria first learned about shifting when she was ten, when Hop had his first shift. They were out playing in Hop’s front yard, chasing around his Wooloo, when Hop stopped suddenly and clutched his head.
“You okay?” Gloria asked, walking to his side.
“I dunno, my head just… started hurting,” he grumbled, rubbing at his forehead. As soon as he finished speaking, Hop fell unconscious, his eyes rolling back into his head as body fell forward. Before Gloria could catch him, his foot stepped forward and caught himself, and suddenly he was awake again.
Read the rest on AO3
#bederiaweek#bederia week#bederia#dressedinpinkshipping#bede#trainer gloria#fanfic#oneshot#pokemon#pokemon swsh#swsh#sword and shield
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A Cotton Candy Kiss [Bede x Gloria]
Feb 22 | Day One: Fair/Amusement Park
Gloria drags Bede through Wyndon's famous amusement park with a plan.
People funnel through the Wyndon turnstiles with the spring breeze and Bede wonders if it’s too late to cancel and return home to the cool shades of Ballonlea before everyone got there. Sequestered to the garish and ornate entrance of the amusement park gift shop by screaming children and manic parents, the minutes just waiting at the lip of the park’s major attractions do not bode well for how the rest of the day would unfold.
And if he tried, he could just slip away, duck back through gates and claim he was never here to begin with. Gloria and her gang never the wiser that he actually accepted the invitation, actually ensured he left Ballonlea on time to be early to their meetup spot, actually came.
It was a good idea, in theory, and would have made even better practice had the idea come earlier. Before the bounce of a familiar evergreen knit beret barrels its way through streams of patrons to present itself in front of him.
The girl underneath it grins with almost feral excitement as she stops at a pinpoint, her boots acting as glue to hold her back, pulling her small figure back to a standstill stop.
Bede leans a little closer into the wall.
“You came.” She breathes through her smile.
“Obviously.” Bede runs a hand through his silver-blonde curls, pushing back the rogue that refused to stay in place and out of his eyes.
The girl in front of him is bursting with so much excitement, it’s almost hard to believe this is the same champion that wipes the pitch with him on more than an annual basis. Almost. The roaring fire that lights up her eyes during a battle is now calmed to a flickering flame, but it stirs and dances, and he knows it is barely contained.
Read the Rest Here at A03
#Bederia#DressedinPinkShipping#Bederia Week#Day One#Trainer Gloria#Rival Bede#Rival Hop#rival marnie#pokemon fic#My fanfiction#bederiaweek
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Can’t Sleep Love [Bede x Gloria]
Bederia Week 2021 | Day 6 | First Sleepover
[Read on AO3]
A tiny yawn escapes Gloria as her head slumps on Bede’s shoulder.
“Already?” he teases, looking away from the movie on screen down to her when a soft groan escapes her. Amused at how her eyes were growing heavy, at how she nuzzled into him.
“I woke up at 5, Bede.” She’s half muffled as her face turns to bury itself deeper into his side.
He can’t help but to sigh. It wasn’t much of an excuse, well aware of her habits to wake up with the sun. And how far more often than she would stir him awake too with her ‘good morning’ messages--much to his chagrin. He’s learned to keep his phone off, refusing to let his beauty sleep end 3 hours too soon.
“And whose fault that?” he chuckles watching as she endearingly pouts even with her eyes closed. His eyes flickering to the grandfather clock nearby.
10:30, though the night was still young for the small town it was rather late for the rest of the region, taxis incredibly difficult to get--especially out of Ballonlea the later and darker it got.
And she’s incredibly warm.
“Would you be opposed to staying the night?”
He thought it’d be a normal question. Something he assumed happened between people often--people unlike him who had regular childhoods. And now that they were dating...this was something couples did eventually, right?
But Gloria’s eyes shoot wide open.
“Really? Are you sure?”
His heart skips at her eagerness.
“I’m rather comfortable, as are you I’m assuming,” he murmurs, a stirring of both nerves and excitement in him. A rather strange feeling. And this offering feeling much more intimate than others they’ve had in the past; maybe from the newness of it all, never having hosted anyone overnight in first place.
Maybe the potential knowledge that Gloria missed him as much as he did her when they were apart--something he’s never verbalized, but sure has felt.
Or maybe just the way she’s looking up at him. Smile bright, arms looping around his neck as she nods happily.
“I’d love to stay,” she chirps before her head tilts, “I don’t have anything with me though.”
His finger taps her nose as she wiggles it in response.
“Do you doubt my preparedness, my sweet Skwovet?”
Bede could only be so prepared. His bed nearly made up and ready, toiletries handed off, he even gave her access to any of his many hair products if she so wished (she didn’t). But the one thing he wasn’t ready for was seeing her walk out of the restroom clad his shirt. At one point even he needed to tie them into a lopsided bow--so of course it would be comparable to a dress on her. But she looked adorable, and bashful, as she made her way across to him.
Gloria truly didn't know the effect she had on him.
“Thank you for the clothes,” she says shyly, as Bede nods in response. Noting how his cheeks were a faint tinge of pink, and he couldn’t fully look at her. And she can’t help but to giggle, feeling Butterfree in her tummy as she takes one of the pillows strewn about to fluff up.
The feelings over a sleepover with a boyfriend much different than those with friends.
“Is this the one I can take to the couch?”
Which gets Bede to look up at her rather promptly.
“I,” lips pressing together for a moment, “I figured we could share my bed.”
She blinks, once. Twice. Before her hand comes up to her lips to cover her laugh.
“I thought you offering your hair care was a fluke. Are you really going to share your bed too, because the Bede I know detests sharing.”
Her small fit of giggles filling his rather quiet room as violets narrow immediately.
“Ha, ha,” Bede says dryly as he steps closer to her, taking his index to tip up her chin subsequently getting her to shush immediately. He smirks watching his effect on her blossom in front of his eyes. The pillow falls from her hands, her lips part, eyes wide, cheeks pink--at least he wasn’t alone anymore.
“You’re unfair.”
“I rather consider myself a gentleman instead, my dear.”
As he quickly moves to scoop her up. Gloria squeaks and her arms flail to grab a hold of him.
“Bede!” she shouts in protest but he just looks down at her with a wicked grin.
A warning that came too late.
“See. I’m princely,” before dropping her lightly onto his mattress. She laughs as she bounces, hair haloing around her as she looks up at him as he leans down to seal her lips.
It’s between kisses that Bede continues his tirade. “I’m even bestowing the princess with a kiss, how charming of me,“ he whispers, as Gloria rolls her eyes.
“Your ego is unmatched,” she quips.
But Bede doesn’t deny it, “you enjoy it.”
Gloria’s soft “shhhh” from her lips making him smile knowingly as her hands reach up to cup his face. To keep him close. To allow herself to return every pass of his lips with her own.
She’ll neither confirm nor deny that assumption with words.
And after a few more seconds Bede begrudgingly lifts himself away from her, watching as her eyes flutter open slowly. Dazed expression turning soft. How she looked at him like that every time never ceased to amaze him.
Maybe there was a bonus to sleepovers.
“I’m known to take a while, please feel free to sleep ahead of me... princess.”
--
He knew she wouldn’t be able to stay awake.
She’s small in his bed, sleeping on her side while holding onto one of the pillows. And for a moment he’s in awe of how relaxed she looked. At peace without the weight of being Champion propped on her shoulders.
It was a lovely look on her.
So he turns off the lights and slips under the covers carefully on his side to watch her. Her breathing is light, almost inaudible. The moonlight seeping in through the window caressing her features--her freckles, her curled lashes, she sleeps with a smile on her face. And as his fingers brush back a strand of her hair he finds his heart seeking her out more so than ever.
Gloria stirs slightly. He stills.
“Bede,” softly whispered, “...Iove you,” sleepily announced.
That declaration she’d say so proudly over and over again.
And for the first time, he thinks he may feel it back. He nudges the pillow out of her hold, arms wrapping around her frame, the distance between them barely there. His lips touch her forehead.
His heart acts like a lullaby drumming loudly in his chest, and an elated feeling overwhelms him as he stares into the darkness.
He tries his best to fall asleep.
#bederia#btyu#bederiaweek#dressedinpinkshipping#bede x gloria#myfics#bederiaweek2021#pushing through to finish this week
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Day 1: Fair/Amusement Park
listen I tried to draw a Ferris wheel but it was absolutely not happening
#every moment of drawing this was torment#bederiaweek#bederia#cubedraws#bede#trainer gloria#rival bede#bede x gloria#god what am i doing with my life#pokemon
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I'm about 2/3rds the way through writing the fic for day 2 of Bederia week 2021 and oh my gosh it's going to end in a bit of angst
(´；ω；｀) I'm sorry fkdhdjcjjd IT'S GOOD ANGST I SWEAR AND IT'LL GET ADDRESSED IN THE NEXT FIC!!!!
Oh, right!!! So all my bederia week fics are going to continue each other! (Like all my bederia fics) so it'll be like a story that evolves over the week!!!! I'm super excited about this bcos I've been wanting to write these fics for ages but NOW I'VE GOT AN EXCUSE!!!!
So: Day 2, first date, is coming along well!!!!
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Bederia Week, day 1: Fair/Amusement Park
My drawing program was pulling a sneaky on me and crASHED my original idea didnt save smh
So I figured I'd try doing traditional art for this one and I had the "bright idea" to only use red and pink
Never again
#bederiaweek#dressedinpinkshipping#bederia#pokemon swsh#pokemon#gloria#gloria pokemon#bede#bede pokemon#bede x gloria#traditional art
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iron & cream - birthday
Day 7 of Bederia Week
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The last of the last of the guests trickle out of here house, Hop and Leon smothering her in one last hug as Sonia laughs, pulling the two off of her so she can breathe. Gloria waves from the doorway, watching until they reach the bridge and she closes the front door.
Her mother and Victor are already on clean-up, though they keep the banner declaring a happy birthday up in the front hall. She begins to help them, stacking up paper plates, but Victor shoos her off and she’s more than happy to take the hint. Her legs ache as she climbs the stairs and heads to her room, changing into her pajamas and taking a moment to lie in her bed and close her eyes, trying to see if she feels any different today.
When it’s quiet downstairs, and after her mom checks on her and gives her a quick forehead kiss, she creeps downstairs and does the little tradition she’s made for herself this summer.
She pulls out a saucer from a tea set they rarely use, pulls an already opened pint of cream out of the fridge, and pours just enough out for a sip. Then she sets it on the kitchen window sill and takes a seat at the table, ready to wait until she falls asleep.
Every time she wakes up, the saucer is still full.
It’s only been two months, she reminds herself, and it’s not exactly an easy feat to slip away from the Seelie Court.
Still, stranger things have happened on her birthday.
At around one in the morning, her eyelids grow heavy, and though she tries to stay awake she finds herself resting her head against the table, and her breathing growing slow.
Then there’s a crash and a whispered “ow” that has her flinching awake, heart racing until she looks across the moonlit kitchen and sees just who it is.
Bede lifts his head from the kitchen floor, rubbing a growing bump on his forehead with a frown. He’s in a pink robe she’s never seen before, the fabric shimmering as he picks himself up as quietly as he can. Not that it matters, because her chair scrapes loud against the floor as she stands, not caring if she’s dreaming as she throws her arms around him.
His breath hitches, and then he’s melting around her, mumbling into her messy hair, “Sorry for technically missing your birthday.”
“Close enough – besides, now you’re in time for Victor’s birthday.” She squeezes him tighter and then pulls back, searching his face. “How long can you stay?”
“A few hours, I think. Opal managed to send a distraction through for Oleana and Rose to deal with, and they should be busy for a while.”
Gloria finally lets herself properly smile, as wide and as dazzling as he remembers as she takes his hand and leans over to the windowsill, handing the saucer of cream over to him as she leads him to the table. “Good, because I have a list of questions from Hop and Victor and we need to get through all of them.”
He nearly stumbles on his robe, and quickly downs the cream as he takes a seat with a slight frown. “Are they inane or idiotic in any form?”
“In every form.” She giggles quietly, thinking for a moment before deciding to sit in his lap, because the thought of being apart from him more than a few centimeters ruins her. His blush is instant, but his arms are already encircling her without a word, and she smiles softly as she leans into his chest. “But you have to answer them, as my birthday present.”
His eye roll lacks its usual bitter bite, because he has his own little smirk on his lips as he looks down at her and lifts her chin.
“First, I need to do something I’ve been thinking about ever since I left.”
She closes her eyes and he kisses her sweetly and everything is right, just as it should be on her birthday.
They talk in low murmurs, in looks only the other can decipher, in how they hold each other’s hand as if there is nothing else their fingers were made to fit with.
...
The sunlight wakes her, and Gloria sits up in her bed, blankets falling and pooling around her lap as she tries to recall what happened at around five in the morning, but only finds a haze. She knows it’s still early, but she has to start setting up for Victor’s birthday anyway.
She’s still trying to decipher if last night was a dream as she goes downstairs and to the kitchen to make herself some tea and breakfast.
There’s an empty saucer on the kitchen table.
#bederiaweek#dressedinpinkshipping#bederia#rival bede#trainer gloria#btyu#gif#and that's the end of the week!!#this was a fun AU to play with#and now i have to get ready last minute for my bday party oops
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