A/N:

So enjoy this one that's been rattling around my brain for the past month. I have to say, I was definitely inspired by some of the teratophilia writers on tumblr. Kinda makes me wanna hop onto AO3 and write my own monster lover fics ;3

Anyway, in real life, NEVER accept the attentions of a Fae. They're tricky little buggers, and will steal you away for the rest of your (short) life if given the chance.

Summary: When Hermione opened up her flower shop, she never dreamed that a man would come with it; (Muggle) Florist!AU, creature!Bill, Billmione

Words:1703


Prompts:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

ASSIGNMENT #3 - DUE 18th FEBRUARY 2022

Etymology: Words From the Gods-Task #6: Flora (Florist!AU)

[QUARTERLY] NEONFAE'S NIBBLES

Jam Roly Poly

(word) Tempt - 1

(dialogue) "You deserve so much better than me." - 2

(character) Bill Weasley - 3

(Being/Creature) Fae - 4

(au) Florist!AU - 5

[February] Fortnightlies

It's a Snow Day!

Hermione Granger

Catch up on your reading- Prompt: Write the AU! of your choice

WRITING CLUB - FEBRUARY

Games Corner

(Creature) Seelie/Fae

[WINTER] SEASONAL CHALLENGES THREAD

Slytherin Challenge: Alphabetti

ROMANCE

A- "All I want is you." (dialogue)

Crystals & Gemstones

Rutilated Quartz: (action) Stroking someone's hair

National Weddings Month

(Occupation) Florist

Play God Day

Alluring


"Sweet William"


It's been several months since Hermione had opened her flower shop and started selling the wildflowers from the field by her home she recently purchased specifically for this venture. Her own personal garden cultivated a select variety of flowers not offered in the field to make up the difference. It was perhaps a month into her new business when she met the most alluring man in the meadow, named William. Luckily enough for her, due to the origin of her name, Hermione was well aware of who, and what, William was.

Early in their relationship, she had teased him, calling him Puck and Robin Goodfellow, but he never seemed to understand those references. And so, unwilling to pass on the opportunity, she taught him.

Hermione stood up from filling her wicker basket with some bicolor pink and white Sweet Williams for her shop. She opened her doors a few days ago, and had been surprisingly busy. Already she's had to restock twice this week, and was expecting to do so once more before the weekend. Looking up, she startled upon seeing a pair of blue eyes peering at her through the purple and white columbine patch.

"Oh, I am sorry," his lilting voice called out, his tone almost ethereal. "I was just watching you for a few minutes, and wanted to say hello."

Hermione backed up a few feet, the basket of flowers held between them like a shield.

"Hello," she replied slowly, and the redheaded being before her smiled. He unfurled his towering form, and Hermione realized he was much taller than she expected.

"Hello." He was quiet, and yet Hermione heard him vividly.

"My name is Hermione. What's yours?" she asked, eyeing him warily. In her mind, she was already calculating how fast she would have to run to get back inside her house, in case the need arose.

"Hello Hermione. What is your surname?" he then asked, and her eyes narrowed. Looking him over again, Hermione reassessed her initial thoughts of this being a normal man. His limbs were a little too lanky, his eyes a little too piercing, his smile a little too wide.

"I asked your name first," she replied, the pieces falling into place in her mind. His smile only seemed to widen.

"My name is William," he replied after a beat of silence, and Hermione nodded.

"Nice to meet you, William! Good thing you have a name, otherwise I'd have to start calling you Puck, or Robin Goodfellow!" Hermione chuckled at her own joke, but faltered when she realized he wasn't reacting to her reference. "A Midsummer Night's Dream? Shakespeare? Oh come on, it's a classic!"

"I am sorry, Hermione, but I am unfamiliar with that reference," William replied. With pursed lips, Hermione regarded the being in front of her. She had heard stories from her grandmother about the Fae folk that frequented the forests back in her own mother and grandmother's time, but she never thought she would meet one of her own. She almost expected it, however. She had bought this run down farm with an attached flower field for practically a few pence. The Estate Agent who sold her the property had kept mentioning the previous tenants being scared of ghosts or other supernatural activity.

With an old house like the one she bought, multiple things could account for so-called supernatural happenings. Hermione now had to buy the Estate Agent a bottle of wine in apology for not believing her.

"Well then, I'll just have to read to you, now won't I? I'll get you caught up in modern references, I promise you that," she declared, and William smiled widely at her.

"Even if it's the last thing you do?" he asked, and Hermione snorted.

"Not so fast, buddy. You have to take me out to dinner before making me disappear forever," she teased. She added quickly to clarify, "And I mean that figuratively. You cannot spirit me off after making me dinner." William's wide smile only grew wider.

"I was so looking forward to sweeping you off your feet," he gently teased back, but his words and his expression did not seem to match. Alarmingly, the voice in the back of Hermione's head that usually warned her off of dangerous things was suspiciously silent in the face of this otherworldly creature.

He intrigued her. And so she let him stay.

William, whom she started calling just Bill the more familiar they got with each other, became a frequent visitor to her land. Nearly every morning, when Hermione ventured into the garden to gather a few fresh flowers for a new display or a special order, Bill patiently waited for her, and chatted with her, as she went about her chores. Slowly, she began to open up more about herself, about her life, her interests, her hopes for the future. He shared his own little details, in a way only a Fae could, and all too soon, she started to look forward to their talks, and began to put off her walk to work for as long as she could without being late. Hermione began to get up a little earlier in the mornings, and go to bed a little later, just so she could sit outside and chat with Bill for longer.


Six months had passed since that initial meeting, and Hermione was just closing up shop for the weekend. With a soft sigh, she tucked her keys into her backpack and turned to walk home. Her trek was uneventful, but she did hurry, eager to get back to Bill. They had been in the middle of a particularly inspiring debate about the effects of cold iron when she had to leave to open the shop.

Hermione would easily admit that she had fallen for the Fae man, and could only hope that he felt the same. Today, she had a surprise for him.

Bill had always mentioned an interest in hats to her, fascinated with the construction of the accessory, and he recounted several hats with alarming precision he had seen human men wear in the past. So, as a treat, and a commemoration of the six-month anniversary of their first meeting, Hermione had stopped by the hatter shop in town, several blocks away from her own. It was a little out of the way, but Hermione knew Bill's reaction would be worth the extra steps in her daily walk. She had picked out several hats for him to try and keep if he so wanted them, trying to keep his daily outfits in mind as she picked out the colors and textures. Her prize finally in hand, Hermione set off for home, eager to get back to the man slowly consuming her.

Bill seemed excited today. He met her at the wooden back gate of the garden and seemed to almost vibrate with excitement, as if he knew the gifts she carried in her bag.

"You come with treasures for me today?" he asked her as she settled on the stone bench next to the hyacinths. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.

"How do you always know when I have something for you?" she asked curiously, pulling the paper wrapped hats out of her bag and handing them to him. Bill accepted them carefully, pulling the first hat from the bunch to inspect it critically. He reached out and grabbed the second, then the third hat, his smile widening as he began to try the hats on, feeling the fabrics, and savoring the textures. Hermione made sure to not get any hat with metal on it, in case it held cold iron. She watched him intently, reveling in his reactions.

Her gaze intense, Hermione licked her lips as she watched Bill try on the new hats she had brought for him. It was slightly distracting, the way he wore his tightfitting shirt like a second skin, his trousers stitched from leaves and vines. She could practically reach out and rip it off of him, if she so desired. Bill settled on the dark leather stetson, and he looked at her expectantly.

"How do I look?" he asked her, an easygoing smile on his face.

"You tempt me," Hermione replied honestly. Bill gave her a startled look.

"You deserve so much better than me," he retorted, staring at her, through her, as if puzzling through her reaction to him.

"What if I don't want better than you? What if you're enough for me? What if I want a Fae husband to be waiting for me after a long day at the flower shop? What if I want little Fae children running around here in the field in the summer? All I want is you," she told him, taking a step closer.

"When I first met you, I wanted to steal you away from the human world, to be lost, to be mine forever," Bill whispered, taking his own steps forward until they were toe to toe and he craned his neck downwards to keep eye contact with her.

"What's stopping you from stealing me now?" came Hermione's tortured reply, the pit of her stomach sinking, believing the worst and him not wanting her the way she wanted him. "Don't you want me?"

"I want it all with you too," Bill said before he ducked the last few inches to capture her lips with his own. His impossibly long arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him, and Hermione only knew bliss as the world blurred around them, her hands fumbling on his skin, his hands precise and sure. He gripped her in all of the right places, and hours later, as she stared up at the stars from within her flower patch, Bill's unending naked form at her side, Hermione knew she made the right choice. She would choose him for now, for next week, and for forever.

"My sweet William," she breathed out happily as her eyes slipped shut, her breathing evening out. In her slumber, she didn't see Bill's wide smile growing wider and wider as he curled around her, one hand stroking her hair, having finally stolen her away. She was his now, and he hers.