Anonymous requested: So I was thinking that Briar and Ginger would be a good couple and dump Hopper... Fic about them please!
Anonymous requested: Briar/Ginger fic please!
Thought I'd fulfill some Ginger requests (ft. Briar) for Ginger Week on tumblr! In my opinion, Ginger is the cutest character and it would be a challenge to convince me otherwise. Also, a quick reminder that I no longer accept requests without some sort of prompt. These requests are from before I clarified that though!
Nervous energy radiated from Ginger as she shuffled around the small kitchen, straightening spoons and counting measuring cups. Briar sat on a nearby stool with her elbows placed on the counter, sipping a strawberry-banana smoothie. Relaxed, she watched her girlfriend pace the cotton candy colored tiles and move odd ingredients from one counter to the other.
"You know everything is going to be fine, don't you?" Briar asked, lips hovering over her smoothie's hot pink straw.
"I-I know. I mean, I guess. It's kind of hard to tell right now because I feel so nervous I could— Oops!" Ginger's shoes collided in an attempt to turn herself around and she ended up flinging the stick of butter in her hands across the room.
Instinctively, Briar stood and snatched the soaring butter from across the counter. She smiled, handing it back to Ginger with an open palm.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm so clumsy," she huffed.
"Hey, it's your first show for Spells Kitchen," Briar said soothingly as she rounded the counter's corner. She placed both of her hands on the future Candy Witch's shoulders and squeezed. "It's totally understandable that you're nervous."
Ginger muttered in halfhearted agreement, wringing her ruffled apron in her hands.
"Hey," Briar repeated, softer. "You're going to do fine." She placed a gentle finger under Ginger's chin and lifted so she could meet the small girl's lips.
After a few stolen kisses, Ginger squirmed. "Briar, my show. It's about to start…"
"Right." Briar held Ginger's hands before returning to the other side of the counter, behind the camera. They held on to each other's fingertips as long as the distance allowed. "You're going to do fine," Briar mouthed a final time before flicking the camera on.
For the next hour, Briar sat at the stool, nursing her smoothie and lending smiles of encouragement when needed. Truthfully, it was a fast and effortless hour, mostly because she genuinely enjoyed watching Ginger bake. The talent for baking came so naturally to her. It was easy to see how happy it made her too. And, well, Briar greatly supported anything that made Ginger so happy.
After the hour was up, Ginger signed off with an adorable catchphrase and Briar turned the camera off.
"So, how did I do?" Ginger called from across the kitchen as she buried her nose in a cabinet.
"Spelltacularly! Just like I said." Briar stood to give Ginger a celebratory smooch, but Ginger motioned over her shoulder for her to sit. Briar obeyed, curiously eyeing the back of Ginger's vibrant hair. "Is there a reason I'm sitting right now instead of hugging you?"
Ginger spun around with a small tray in her hands. "Surprise!" She placed the tray in front of Briar to reveal two butter cookies with icing designed to look like rose petals. Ginger slid around the side of the counter and took a seat in the stool next to Briar. "I made special cookies in honor of my fabellous girlfriend who supported me through my entire first show."
Briar pulled Ginger onto her lap and the pink-haired girl wrapped her arms around Briar's neck. "Well, it's easy to be supportive when you have a girlfriend as talented and sweet as I do. Share the cookies with me?"
"I'd be delighted."
The two girls bumped cookies for the toast and took bites, giggling at one another around mouthfuls of crumbs.