Herbvelvet Stories

Holding the bundled jacket within his arms with a foreign anxiety strangling him, Red Velvet could only pray that Chiffon wouldn't die in his arms right then and there. Perhaps Fortuna above wished the same, drawing his mismatched eyes to a light within a certain gardener's cottage. [ cross-posted here to celebrate 2,000 hits on archiveofourown. thank you so much! also, thank you to the beloved rinxchka for the cover's art! ]

Red Velvet and Herb take a nap together.