LOVESHOTS・Granevere

Gingerbread

Prompt: In an attempt to spite her strict parents, Guinevere invites Granger over for Christmas dinner, hoping his brooding demeanor would scare away her parents from setting her up with other men. Will she fail, or will her plan be a success?

Modern AU and Apartment/Flat Neighbours AU

Fluff ofc

At the end of the chapter I'll show photos of the things I describe (the photos are from Pinterest)

Guinevere nervously traces the edges of her red skirt as she sank lower down her neighbour's couch. She itched under her knitted white turtleneck sweater and was about to reach for another one of her gingerbread cookies on the low wooden coffee table until her neighbour cleared his throat.

"So you want me to be your fake boyfriend just for one night?" Granger stood on the other side of the table with his arms crossed.

"Yes! My parents would freak out and never annoy me for being single ever again. Plus, you're the perfect candidate." Guinevere raised her hand to point out stuff along his apartment: the vinyls on the walls, the littered pieces of sheet music on the tables, scattered sticky notes on the walls full of what she was assuming were lyrics, his prized violin, the goth-like furniture, posters of musicians that Guinevere was unfamiliar with, and lastly him, clad in black sweatpants, and oversized t-shirt displaying a metal band with a white collar underneath. 

To add to that, she swept her hand in the air in front of her from the top to the bottom as if to show off her own outfit which was a simple white turtleneck sweater paired with a red pleated shirt on top of knee-high white socks. Her hair was styled her usual way, two front ringlets and half up with a bow, this time held up with a red and white one. She left her shoes by the door because she thought it would be hospitable of her to do so.

"We are complete opposites, it would be a surprise if they saw me with someone like you." She stated plainly but suddenly realized her fault when his face became colder. "O-OH! Nothing like that! I meant- I'm so sorry but I-" Guinevere desperately waved her arms around as if to shoo away the accusations coming towards her.

"I know what you meant Guinevere." Granger told her, his face unmoving.

"I really, really need this Granger. It's just one night! They might bug me about Gusion again! Saying that I let him go to easily, that he's rich and stuff... I don't really care about him anymore Granger! I've moved on!" She cried out with interlocked fingers, attempting to pray that he would accept. "It's super annoying when they tell me off for not insisting I stay with him! Sometimes they even compare me to Lancelot! It's not my problem if I can't get myself a pretty princess as a wife..." With a 'hmph', Guinevere collapsed on the couch, her hands covering her face in frustation after her little rant.

He walked towards her skeptically. "Seeing how you want me to do this so badly, it wouldn't hurt to fool your parents." Granger leaned down to take a cookie from the pile, making a full turn from his mood from earlier. He would've done it regardless of her rant anyways.

"Huh?" The ginger shot up from the couch and grinned happily. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Guinevere squealed and jumped up and down, clapping like a maniac.

She stood up from the couch in a hurry and leaped towards him, engulfing him in a tight hug. "You can keep the cookies," Guinevere let go and skipped towards the door, sliding her feet into her red Mary Janes as if they were slippers and didn't even bother to adjust the straps. "Seeya on Christmas Eve! I left my number under the plate if you ever need to contact me, oh and I'll text you the address too." She nudged her head towards the folded sheet of paper placed under the plate of cookies.