Fics like Mailman, Come Deliver Our Hearts!

“Delivery! Can you sign here?” Silky smooth, braided purple hair. Cute little mailcap. Glistening scars peer out from the corners of her sleeves, escaping from view when her cuffs fall right back over when she moves. “Could you sign our marriage papers?” Zoey and Mira blurt out in unison. “What?” Rumi pauses. “Huh?” Zoey stares at Rumi unblinkingly. “Ignore her,” Mira waves Zoey off with a small flick of her wrist, gathering her dignity. She offers a hand to shake. “I’m Mira, and this is my wife, Zoey.” Mira clears her throat and circles back to Rumi’s question. “Sure. Do you have a pen?” Rumi tucks the parcel and the letters under her arm and takes Mira’s hand, shaking it gently. “I do!” Rumi smiles, and both of them audibly think, "Fuck," as she reaches into her inner breast pocket for a pen. “I’m Rumi. I’ll be in charge of the mail for your street from now on.” Mira takes her pen. Zoey has not blinked once. * A story about regular people trying to live normal lives. Starting with a mailman and two eccentric women barging into her life.

Fics like Mailman, Come Deliver Our Hearts!

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