• Godric: Guys, where should we put the kitchens?
  • Rowena: How about a little ridd-
  • Godric: Godamn it Rowena, the children are not answering riddles to get into a kitchen
  • Salazar: How about a nice simple door?
  • Helga: No, it'll be behind a painting of a fruit bowl
  • Rowena: Okay, fair enough but how-
  • Helga: You have to tickle the pear to get in
  • Godric: Tickle the pear...?
  • Helga: Yes
  • Salazar: Helga, in the nicest possible way, how high are you?
  • Helga: No Salazar, it's 'Hi, how are you'
  • Salazar: Oh Merlin

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Pepe and Pear

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They are the property of Crying Breakfast Friends and Pepe’s Burgers.  I just wrote this for fun.  PLEASE DON’T SUE ME!

Rating: PG for romance and crying.

The club was called the Midnight Snack.  In it’s prime, all of the ripest fruits and fancy cheeses in town showed up at it’s doors to dance and be merry.  But that was years ago, and now the club was just a rundown dive for all the snacks that the fridge had forgotten.

Everything at the Midnight Snack was almost past its expiration date.  Everything, that is, except for Pepe and Pear.

Pepe was a burger.  He played the ivory keys.  Pear was… a pear.  Every night, she would sit herself atop the piano and the two would sing duets that could make an onion cry.

They sang songs of romance and unrequited love.  It was their act, but Pepe always wondered if it were… more than an act.

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