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You Meet Again, He tried to Woo You

Sher Khan.

Sher Khan had decided that following you around was the best way to entertain himself. After your first meeting he'd pop up whenever you decided to lie down and sleep or nap and there he was. like a rash. batting at your tail, nudging you with his paws. and just generally being a pain in the ass.

One day he changed tactics. Instead of waiting for you to fall asleep. He trotted up to you with a doe clamped between his jaws. He dropped the carcass before your paws and sat back waiting to see what you'd do. Feeling flattered at the gift but also wary you sniffed at the meat, fresh and bloody. Sher Khan had just tracked, and took down this doe for you. You licked your jaws, and dug in, tearing at the flesh of the does rump, ripping meat and skin and blood. After a moment you tore a big piece from the creature and took it to Khan, offering the meat to the male, he took it, chomping down quickly.

You gave a pleased purr and went back to the carcass, Khan following close behind. Maybe he wasn't so annoying.

Gaston.

You sat in your cabin reading when someone knocked on the door. sighing you mark your page before going to answer. Upon opening the door you gasped.

Standing on your porch was Gaston, with the most beautifully carved bow you'd ever seen.

After meeting Gaston at the butchers you'd hit it off pretty well, he'd joined you several times on a hunt, showing you how to use his gun and you showed him how to use a crossbow and a string bow. You like to think you'd become friends.

"Gaston?! what a surprise, please come in," you opened the door and stepped aside to allow the taller man through.

"Thank you (y/n)," he shot you a smug grin, striding forwards into your little house. "I've come baring gifts!" Gaston held out the bow to you,

"Carved myself, by hand, for you. A thank you of sorts for your help in perfecting my hunting abilities," Words got stuck in your throat. The bow as beautiful. Dark oak, with the finest detailing.

"Oh, Gaston it's beautiful! You didn't have to," you let out. running your fingers over the small deer he'd carved. It was difficult to imagine Gaston, with his large sausage fingers, carefully carving the small details.

"Take a seat Gaston, dinners almost ready,"

Hans.

You were working in the royal greenhouse when Hans walked in.

"Ah your Grace, right on time. If you could pass me those pruning shears next to you," Hans nodded and handed over the scissors.

"Now watch closely. When pruning Roses you have to be vigilant. The thorns run along the stem in awkward places, some pointing downwards, and others upwards so be careful that you don't prick yourself," you explained, showing the prince how to hold a rose stem without catching himself.

You both worked diligently, Hans occasionally lent to ask a question about the methodology of the plants while trying to avoid the thorns on the rose.

After several hours Hans wondered over to you and handed you a potted rose bush. He'd tried rather hard not to mutilate the buds and did a rather fine job. You nodded and praised him on a job well done.

Doctor Facilier

You stared at the roses sat atop your steps. They were beautiful, deep red and fragrant, picking them up you stroked one of the buds, said bud fluttered and the petals turned into butterflies that fluttered slightly before turning back into the flowers again.

Someone had been leaving you flowers for a week now, and never left a note. It never failed to make you smile but you wished to know just who was leaving you gifts. Walking to the bar you placed the flowers into a glass vase and on the back counter. Wiping down the tables again before flipping the closed sign over and waiting behind the bar.

Facilier walked into what was fast becoming his favourite bar. Trotted over to his seat at the bar and nodded to the barman. His dark eyes found the deep red flowers he'd left and a smirk flit across his mouth. It wasn't a difficult bit of magic but the other man seemed to like them well enough that the effort was worth it.

Scar

Scar watched you mess about with the younger cubs, one had a hold of his tail while the other gambolled over the lions head. The male was laughing and letting playful growls escape his throat the tease the cubs who squealed and jumped about. When Zazu came flying over and directing their attention to their studies.

(Y/n) was left alone and pouting slightly, Scar stood and padded his way over. Nudging the lions mane he batted at him, trying to encourage him to play. (Y/n) looked confused before smiling and batting back.

They spent the rest of their afternoon chasing each other around the savanah.