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Herin stood at the foot of her porch. She was confused and somewhat worried. She lived out in the middle of the woods, with the closest neighbor being around 15 miles out. Yet, even with no one around, a bundle of wildflowers lay neatly on the second step.
She glared down at the plants. This could be a sort of prank, but her house wasn't really visible from the dirt road because of the woods and winding driveway. Plus, wouldn't you want to witness the effects of your prank? There didn't seem to be anyone around.
If someone was attempting to prank her, she was the wrong person. Sure, her 5'2'' stature wasn't quite on the intimidating side, but she was a born and bred magic user.
On the other hand, these are flowers. Y'know the things typically meaning peace and politeness towards other living beings. Or love. Herin wasn't particularly experienced in the subject of loving other people. It was one of the reasons she was living out in the middle of the woods in the first place.
While someone flirting with her would be really nice, it would be nicer if that someone gave her the flowers face-to-face, and not leaving them in the middle of her fucking porch.
Herin wasn't really a plant person, but she'd hate for these innocent flowers to die. Picking up the poor plants, Herin scrounged around for dirt and reasonable pots. Separating them, she gently buries the stems and forces the roots to grow by lending her own energy. After lightly watering them, Herin leaves the pots to sit at the edge of the porch.
Little did Herin know that this was just the beginning.
Months later, the house was very different. This unknown flowery fiend had turned normal gift giving to a game of house flipper. Vines hung down the top of the porch, pots of flowers covered the deck and stairs, and outrageously thick sunflowers smothered the sides of the house. Tinier wildflowers raided the yard at an unforgiving rate. Moss grew in places where flowers couldn't, including the roof. The only place plants did not grow was inside the house, and that was because Herin actively prevented it.
This had only been going on for a month and a half. Three days in, the bundles of plucked flowers were replaced with fully dug up plants. Three weeks in, the plants were being planted wherever the fuck this mystery person wanted. Because of this, many of the plants were dug up and replanted in more convenient places.
Eventually, the plants turned into various items. Pretty river rocks, wooden bowls, and tarnished jewelry showed up randomly. This was a blessing, as Herin was sick of all of the yard work. However, even if these new gifts were non-living, she wasn't about to start cluttering her living space with more and more useless items. The only time Herin kept anything is if the trinket had any magical worth connected to it.
Herin was getting quite sick of the gifts and decided to give the green-thumbed gremlin the scare of a lifetime. It would be simple and fairly harmless. So, 15 minutes and a headache later, the best prank weapon was conceived. Usually, these were used to deter robbers, but it was now being given a different task: to give this flower-blooming bitch a heart attack. It was basically a flashbang. The difference being the way it was triggered. Herin gleefully put it out on the porch. This was going to be a blast.
It happened some time near 2:30 in the morning. Herin was sitting on the couch trying to pull off an all-nighter (and miserably failing) when the telling 'puff' and sizzle of the trap went off. Herin rushed outside to see less of a gremlin and more of a goliath. They stood frozen on the porch stairs, most likely temporarily blinded by the bright light. They wore nothing but a poorly sewn together robe, and in their two pairs of hands was an average sized wooden mug, though it was absolutely dwarfed by the figure holding it.
Now slightly more intimidated, Herin stood her ground. "So you're the fucker digging up my lawn." The giant tilted its head in the general direction of down, tense and probably still missing a critical member of the five senses. The voice belonging to this giant was surprisingly frail and tiny. "Sorry, bad do, I go."
Herin was not about to let them flee just yet. "No, you brought this on yourself. Come on." She then grabbed one of the four hands and guided them inside, and was reminded by the height difference when a thunk and small noise of displeasure sounded behind her.
"Oh, fuck. My fault." She felt kinda bad, but laughed more at her own stupidity than this person's obliviousness. That such person made another noise of pain and started to blink off the blindness, looking around the cabin's large living room.
"Come on, sit down." She tugged down the new guest, who didn't put up much of a fight, onto the couch. Herin was mildly worried about the furniture, but for a woodland dweller, this person was amazingly clean.
However, this strange guest started to protest. "No, no. I go. I bad, I go now." And then they started to stand up. Their escape was halted by a shove back down.
"You are stuck here for at least the night. Okay? You've left enough gifts for me. Let me make one for you. How about food? I'm a sucky cook, but I can try." The look on the giant's face made it clear that jack shit of that sentence was registered. Though, that didn't matter. Off to the kitchen we go.
The food for dinner could only be described as 'subpar', but the 7 foot giant clearly showed that they didn't care, if the large amounts of food being stuffed in their face was anything to go by.
That was two years ago.
Herin woke to a crushing hug from her girlfriend. After that first forced dinner, Herin could barely make the trash compactor of a person leave.. and after a few more visits, she stopped trying to make them leave and started trying to make them stay. And stay they did.
They wanted to be called Lilac, because that was their favorite flower. Lilac didn't have a strong grasp on English, nor a grasp on Herin's attempts on trying to figure out the 'she, he, or they' situation. However, after an exasperated Herin's "BOY OR GIRL" speech and an oblivious Lilac unashamedly stripping off what little clothing they had, Herin safely and flusteredly landed on she.
Herin didn't fight the hug, and focused on fighting for air. Every morning she woke up to some form of affection from Lilac, and then spent the rest of the day being absolutely SMOTHERED in anything else Lilac could think of. Gifts, hugs, cuddles, kisses, and somewhat literate compliments were just a few of the options.
Then there was Lilac's understanding of dignity. Which, to put in short, she had no fucking clue. Lilac happily went throughout the house bare ass naked, much to Herin's embarrassment.
Those moments were embarrassing, but the occasional peek was most certainly taken advantage of. But now, being squashed into a chest by four beautiful arms with an adorable face looking down at you, one couldn't help but think.
What a wonderful pair of titties.