#Alessio: >:OOO

[valentine-cafe]

Hello, hello!

I see 164 Alessio likes mushrooms, huh? 👀

In that case! Could we perhaps have a cute little forest date of him and a gn reader just going foraging and identifying the fungi they come across?

Perhaps they come back home with arms full of (edible) mushrooms and insist on making dinner with them because "Look, Talisen! We found beefsteak fungi!!! :D"

-🙇

˖⁺. ﹙sorcerer husband x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . all these pretty mushrooms !! 🍒 :  sorcerer ˖ corrupt gods ˖ siren﹙ verse 164 alessio & talisen ﹚

mushrrom picking with alessio ft. talisen <3

“what’s the point of even bringing my guide with - I don’t recognise a single one of these!”

a small chuckle compliments your hearty laugh as you drop the journal into your lap and rake your hands over your head. bringing the oddly shaped blue-capped mushroom that stands proudly from one of the many trees that scatter around the emerald woods.

leaves shuffle with a small gust of wind as alessio crouches and sends his robes into a flutter. it takes him only a second to identify the mushroom.

“well, this will be our lovely blue devil.” one of his long fingers stroke along the beads that resemble raindrops and glimmer in the shine of the moon peeping from the parted canopy.

“beautiful, is it not?”

“absolutely. . .”

“highly toxic too.”

his loud, hearty laugh echoes through the hallows of the dark forest as you jerk and stumble back. he’s back up on his feet and wiggling his finger in front of your face. “ooo ~ ooo - oh no!”

“alessio!” you squeak. a glare is promptly sent his way but you keep your glare. your lips pull into a pout - but his grinning lips swiftly kiss it away with a few pecks.

“oh my darling, ease.” with a snap of his fingers a spark of green sheens from the tips to his wrist. ridding him of any toxin residuals that same hand connects to your face and the index that previously touched along the mushroom now strokes down your jaw. “such a cautious thing.” he croons.

“not all of us are some primordial, eldritch sorcerer.” you huff with a kiss to thumb before you spin on your heels through the forest floor. advance forward with your book under one arm and a basked clasped in the other.

“now - where are the puffballs? why’re all the things here trying to kill me?”

“they would not dare.”

alessio’s assurance sends a warmth through your heart. one that melts into a flame of pure affection as you turn to catch his hand tenderly stroking along a vine. untangling flowers that suffocate in the thick greens. with a kiss to their petals a glimmer of emerald sparks over them; they seem to come to life with a pitched hum. the petals flopping back onto him like a lover clinging.

he chuckles with a small roll of his eyes and parts. the pitched hum comes again and sends your lips smiling wider.

“such a charmer. should I be jealous of a flower?” you croon. the feel of his arm hooks around your waist and his tender kiss finds your temple after.

“oh but what is a flower to the stars, stellina?”

the low tone of his voice pools heat in your heart whilst the two of you step through the forest. you can all but watch as the nature adores him — just as he adores the nature. your venture through the realm of darkness and looming trees, bustling nature, is one of splendour and ease. all while your keen eyes scout for additions to your already brimming basket.

to your luck and joy, the puffballs pop up not too long after. in excitement you a scamper over and retrieve your tool. delicately removing the large white ball from the earth and cutting off some of the stem. you sprinkle it into the dirt, pause and glance over your shoulder to your lover. “am I doing this right?”

he only smiles with a small nod of his head. he had taught you well. he sees it in the way that you turn back to the spot from which you removed the mushroom. a small thank you leaves your lips before you carefully lower it into your basket and rise up once more.

while alessio does not say anything, his eyes prove his pride and appreciation of you. if not that then the way his fingers coil around yours and lift them to press a kiss to your knuckles.

the rest of the roam through the forest is calm. every now and then you spot a peculiar shroom and your lover so readily explains what it is. clearly he finds it amusing the way you jot the new information down into your little journal.

by the time both of you round off back home, the moon has already perched high in the sky. saying its last goodbyes to having the night to itself. your feet trot on down the pathway. the basket tight in your arms as alessio casts the door open with a small flick of magic. to reveal your beaming smile to your other lover seated upon the sofa and reading an old leather book.

talisen raises his head and smiles at your gleam. his eyes trail you kicking off your shoes as you skip on over to him with a cheery call. “we found beefsteak! dinner's covered!”

“I see that,” croons the snake god. his gaze surveys the basket filled to the brim with a vast variety of edible mushrooms. as though you had run into a bounty after bounty. which - in reality you did. the emerald woods are always hustling with life.

“unfortunately. dinner has long since passed.”

you follow his gaze to the clock and behold the early morning hours. you spin to look at alessio in shock who is at your side in the blink of an eye with a hushed chuckle and a smooch to your cheek.

“suppose someone was simply a bit too enthusiastic on the prospect of mushrooms.”

“well, we have dinner then!”

“that sounds lovely, baobei.”