Could I get Ren, Natsuki and Makoto giving body worship to their Chunky S/O who's having a bad image day?
Yes! Chubby girls for the win! I certainly don’t mind! From one writer to another, thank you for all you for to make us chubby girls feel better about ourselves! This one is for you! @bonkers-4-hatter
Ren: He was always one to catch you during candid moments. You were currently gauging how much more fluff it would take to make your arms officially wings. You sighed and flapped them again.
“I hope you’re not trying to fly away from me.”
“Oh! Ren, what are you doing here?”
“Hoping to surprise you. I want to take you out tonight and brag to all my friends.”
“Woah there. I’m nothing to brag about.I’m just going to stay in, ok?”
“Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”
“Come on, Ren. Stop playing around and move out of my way. There’s a tub of ice cream with my name on it.”
“Not before I get to tell you how beautiful you are, my Princess. Look into the mirror.”
“Oh god…have you been reading trashy romance novels again?”
You faced the mirror as asked and put your hands on your hips. Ren chuckled and pulled your shirt over your head.
“How lucky for me~ Nor bra today, Princess?”
“I let the girls go free if I’m not outside. Why am I here again?”
You covered your nipples with your hands as you waited on your boyfriend. His hands were every at once. His lips kissed your bare shoulder as he continued to roam. You had to admit, this was pretty nice.
“My princess is the most beautiful in all the land. Her size means nothing to me. What I care about is her heart. Princess, I don’t care about what those other people say. Only what I say should matter. I’m a lucky man. Before we eat that ice cream how about I see those juicy thighs wrapped around my head? I love wearing them~”
As your boyfriend turned you to kiss his lips, but your face was on fire. Who could turn down such a sexy invitation!
“Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.”
She spends her time studying for exams. Reading books on philosophy and human rights. The words of revolution swim in her mind when she sleeps.
She goes to feminist protests and laughs in the face of anyone saying a girl wearing a hijab can’t be feminist (before going on a long rant of feminism and islam of course). She goes to protests for muslim rights and sings out the chants.
She met Enjolras at a student protest, the two of them giving rants to students about just why the protest was important. Their friendship expanded from there. The two love to argue and debate. Enjolras may be the leader, the soul, but Combeferre is the mind.