Different is the new you (Male Esmerelda x curvy/chubby reader)

Chapter 4

Ever since that night when you had that moment with Esmé, the start of your feelings for him blossomed. At first you thought you were attracted to him because of his looks but you knew that it was more. He was looking at YOU. Not because of what you look like. Size didn't matter to him and that's what made you fall for him.

For the first time in your life you felt love for someone even if he doesn't feel that way towards you...and that's okay. Because no matter what, you wanted him by your side as much as possible, even if it means just being his friend.

So a couple of weeks has gone now with the festival of fools just around the corner Your friendship with Esmé grew more and more. You've learned a lot about Esmé that is now quite normal to you. Like how he's only 25 years old which you were shocked about cause he looks like he's at least 22 or 23. He brushed it off saying as a joke that he's a vampire that never grows old. You just rolled your eyes at that RIDICULOUS and terrifying notion.

You also learned that he can be such a flirt. He would flirt with you a lot and do his signature move when he would lightly kiss your hand. But you knew that it's just how he is, since you've seen him wink to other women in the city and flash them his charming smile. So you didn't read too much into it because you knew that you and him were only friends.

And the perks of being his friend was that he was quite the excitement from being chased by the guards and hiding in your bakery to late night strolls or even just spending time in your living room looking out your window viewing all of Paris and Notre Dame. In your honest opinion you loved just sitting by his side chatting about anything and everything with cups of hot tea and stargazing. You would think it's awkward being silent while staring up at the night sky but no. To you it's the best memory you can engrave in your mind. Just seeing how his emerald green eyes reflect the twinkling stars, says to you that he wants to see more of the world other than being stuck in France. But you didn't complain in the slightest cause spending that time together you two don't have to worry about judging eyes or the townspeople spreading rumors.

But even though he always has trouble almost nipping him in the behind you knew that it was all worth it. Cause in the end you have a big smile on your face. And you will keep every memory you have of him locked right in your heart.

It was a new day, the bakery was closed so you had a break to either make more goodies or do some chores in the house or go grocery shopping for more ingredients. But as of right now you were in town getting water out of the well. Your thick arms bulging from pulling on the rope with all your might to reel back your water. You grunted as you managed to get the wooden bucket back to the top and unhooked it, putting it on the ground along side your other one. Your muscles in your arms started to ache as you relaxed from pulling the bucket of water back to the surface. It was heavy with the weight of the water but it didn't bother you as much since you may have gained some muscle since you'd literally buy a sack of flour which would be around 100 pounds from the store to your bakery. So carrying only two buckets of water was a piece of cake.

Wiggling out your sore muscles you could hear the usual sound of music played by the gypsies in the background with a familiar tambourine jingling to the beat. You looked over to see Esmé once again dancing till his hearts' content to the music, his aura around him shines brighter the bigger his smile gets. Your gaze soften towards his warm glow.

And oh how you loved that smile.

Just seeing him twirl and stomp his feet and move his body in a way no person can or would do in public is otherworldly. Must be nice not to care about what people think and do what you love to do. I mean you do do things that people love for you to do such as making treats and desserts. But...doing something that people would judge you for...you never thought about it. To have this taste of rebellion almost sounds a bit...tempting.