#arjun: can i get a waffle-

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Context under the cut(?)

Today I was made aware of this buckwild scene in Star Plus' Mahabharat(2013) courtesy our wonderful IMQ discord server members and we all collectively had a flashback to every shitty bollywood and tv serial blood sindoor/kumkum maang-filling scene in existence. I HAD to make this. Enjoy this mess.

-Mod S

[0oolookitsme]

Best Gift and Waffles

Type- One Shot

Verse- @sunandherflores 's Harry and Y/n with their cutie of a baby, Arjun.

Warnings- None! Just fluff.

Word Count- 2.8k

A/N- Here's your birthday gift, Pyari. I love you so much <33 (I hope I did your verse justice)

Description- It's y/n's birthday, Harry ends up being assigned the duty of making waffles every time they'll be planned to be made, and Juno's gift is termed as the best she's ever received.

Arjun was the one most excited for this day and there’s no bluff in that.

As soon Harry’s eyes open and he relives a few moments of his life, he comes to the conclusion that it’s his wife’s birthday today and that he’s going to do his best to make it happier than the last one. He’s sure that his son will help him make that decision become obliviously possible.

As he turns on his side to take a look at y/n, he immediately huffs when he sees Arjun clinging onto her abdomen like a koala bear. Did he even sleep last night or stayed awake in the worry that Harry will surely forget to wake him up so that he’d be the first one to wish her? Well… he did almost forget that but still. Going back onto his back, he starts wondering what should he make for breakfast.

Not sure if he should wake Arjun up, he gets up making little to no movements and curses in surprise when his feet meet the cold floor, wondering if should take out those fuzzy socks for his son already.

With slight moisty-padding sounds of his feet, he exits the room while making sure he doesn’t shut the door- just in case that little munchkin decides to join him. That’d be very pleasant actually, but he can only hope that both of his loves get their full sleep. Did y/n think what the day ahead of her would look like while she was awake? He’ll make sure to ask what she guessed if she did.

It’s raining outside, or maybe it rained not so long ago as the raindrops on the window race with each other to reach the bottom. Opening them, he sees that it’s indeed raining and although Y/n does like a cool dark day, she loves a sunny day. He can only hope that the clouds would tear apart from each other and let at least a tad bit of sun shine fall onto the land which surely has water puddles on it here and there.

He pours a glass of fresh water into the water boiling machine placed at the corner of the slab, and shuts its lid, switching it on. Proceeding his walk towards the fridge, he looks into it to see if he can find anything that could make a good breakfast along with the cut up slice of lemon he had put in yesterday.

Before his eyes can search any further for lemons in lost hopes for any breakfast inspiration, his eyes land on the box in which Y/n had stored the waffle batter. Though he feels a little guilty for not putting in efforts which all belong to him, he cuts himself some slack and moves onto taking out the waffle maker from the lower cupboards and cooking spray from the cupboards above. He’s supposed to leave the batter to come to a normal temperature, so he pours in the hot water in his mug and drops that slice of lemon he found in the door of the fridge.

He isn’t much of a person to drink these kind of things but due to humidity and sweat from his practice sessions, pimples have been popping up on his skin and he hadn’t been hydrating very well as of lately either, resulting in chapped lips. It was y/n who had lectured him into starting to drink a cup of lemon water, guaranteeing that his skin would go back to being clear and to put two drops of mustard oil in his belly button to get rid of those cracked lips.  

Jumping down from the kitchen counter, he puts the mug beside the sink and starts to spray the cooking oil onto the waffle maker. Making sure to preheat the oven to 300 degrees.

As the waffle bakes until it turns golden brown, he prepares the frosting, but not before struggling to find that tiny bottle of vanilla essence. Adding some milk for the consistency he had desired, he finally stepped back at the sound of oven’s ‘ding’ and smiles when he sees the waffle through the blurry glass.  

He takes it out with a gloved hand and then takes out a spoon to spread the frosting over it. And, he’s doing just that when turns on his heels, grabbing onto the slab with all his might upon hearing a light weird sound. But just as immediately, he realizes that it was his son yawning soundly and lets out a deep sigh of relief, shaking his head while Arjun tries his very best to lower the sound of his hearty laughter.

“Shh,” Harry cautions, while his sheepish smile gives away that he’s embarrassed.

“Good morning, daddy,” Arjun laughs out, climbing up onto the counter to press a kiss on both of his cheeks. Harry greets back and repeats his actions, hugging his frame.

Helping the boy down as per his request, he continues to spread the frosting before asking him to help him with clearing the things out. The boy does oblige, but not before yawning again.

Arjun puts all the containers Harry hands him one by one quietly- not being much of a speaker in the mornings and especially not today, when he’s trying to not wake his mum up.

“That should be it for you, love. And hey, did you finish making your gift?” Harry asks with giddiness, crouching down a little so that he could hear whatever the answer is in a secretive way.  

“Yeah I did!”

The enthusiasm definitely caused Harry to back off a little. “You told me you’d tell me once it’s prepared, so… ?”

“Well, it’s made by me and I made it… You can know the rest once mumma sees it!”

“You little-“ and he’s cut off before he can finish his complain by Arjun giggling and running away upstairs, most likely to brush his teeth and shower.

Huffing once again, he decides on putting some sprinkles on the frosting and soon enough he’s stacking up a piece of waffle above the other to give it an appearance of a cake. The problem is, it isn’t giving celebratory yet, leaving him thinking very hard onto what else could be added. It does take time, but he steadies a candle atop the stack and finally feels satisfied.

Time to get ready for the day now.

Though he doesn’t proceed to do that until he’s covered the treat with a glass lid.  

Still steadying himself from climbing up the chairs in too much speed, he pushes open the door to Arjun’s room. Though when he’s met with a shut bathroom door and sound of water running inside, he walks right out. He’s sure he isn’t very pleasant to look at right now.

When he enters his and his lovely wife’s room, he’s surprised to see that she’s still asleep. Is she pretending to be asleep? He hopes that’s not the case as he takes out a pair of beige pants and a brown striped tee to wear over it. Maybe he’ll wear some sort of jacket immediately after getting a taste pf cool air, but he couldn’t care less right now- feeling too proud of himself for setting up his outfit beforehand.  

Once he hears Arjun’s room door being closed, he’s grabbing for his towel and jumping inside the shower. Perhaps, Arjun could wake up Y/n while his father showers and gets ready inside the bathroom itself.

Y/n on the other hand, stirs in her sleep before cracking open her eyes. Smell of vanilla remains heavy in air as she realizes that the breakfast is ready and it’s something tasty, making her smile with excitement. Though it falters when she finds no one beside her- neither Harry nor Arjun. What is she supposed to do? Go back to sleep? She sure as hell doesn’t wanna do that, so instead she rises up and switches on her phone to maybe reply to some texts, if she’s even gotten any this early.

It’s when her phone’s screen light up does she realize that it’s not so early anymore. It’s literally nine in the morning, the weather had her fooled. As soon as her phone connects with the wi-fi, messages start bombarding her notification bar. Most of the people she knows are morning birds, so she isn’t surprised to see a badge in red marked over the Whatsapp icon telling her there are 20 messages.

Slowly but surely, she opens and replies to all of them. Smiling over the status people put her photo in, especially the one her dad put- a photo of her as a child, looking at the cake on the table with the greediest eyes ever. Last but not the least, she opens the text message she’s received form Harry, opening it to find a video of them celebrating her birthday during the early months of their relationship, under it written a sappy poem he probably copied from google.

It feels like her heart’s smiling as she shuts off her phone and stretches. Just in the meantime, her bedroom is opening and peeks in the head of freshly showered Arjun, grinning from ear to ear as he walks with fast paced steps towards the bed once he sees that she’s awake.

“Happy birthday once again, mumma!” Geedily, he wishes her before leaning in to press a kiss onto her perked up lips, happily wrapped in her arms.

“Thank you, once again my lovely Juno,” She smiles, brushing her nose against his. “See, you wished me twice and your daddy hasn’t even come in front of me yet!” She complains to him, laughing when he shrieks, “boycott daddy!”

As she’s roughly combing out his hair with her fingers, the bathroom door opens and a rush of steam rushes out with a smell of strong men’s soap.

“There she is! There’s my darling wife!” Harry exclaims loudly, grinning with an open mouth before walking towards her with open arms. Leaning down, he hugs her tightly before pecking her lips twice. “Happy birthday,” he says rather peacefully, pecking her nose.

Smiling gently, she also pecks his nose and mumbles back, “thank you.”

“Me too, me too!” Voice of an excited Juno interrupts them.

It’s only a matter of seconds before they both share a look and tackle the little boy with kisses on either of his cheeks with obnoxious kissing sounds, making him laugh out loud. Just a hiccup and they leave his cheeks alone but not before kissing them one more time while making a loud ‘mwah!’ noise.

Getting up on his knees, he also presses a kiss on both their cheeks before Harry is grabbing him from Y/n’s arms, and pushing her to go shower already so that they can proceed to further plans.  

Moving to Arjun’s room, Harry places him onto the bed and crouches down to his level.

“Are you ready to give your gift to mumma?”

“Yes daddy, I’ve got the best gift ever!”

“Well well well, that’s awesome! Come downstairs with it and we’ll see where to place it, yeah?”

Arjun just nods vigorously and climbs down the bed, moving toward his clothing drawer as Harry exits the room and flees down the stairs, into the kitchen.

Removing the lid, he also removes the candle and put the meal inside the oven to heat it a little. He should’ve left it in the oven itself, but oh well. He anyways moves onto taking the flower bouquet of yellow and red roses out of the lower basket in the fridge and places it atop the dining table, in the vey middle. Then, places all the plates and glasses on their places, before shutting off the oven.

This time, he leaves the waffles in the oven, planning on taking it out once she reaches downstairs- considering the weather is still cold.

Jumping down the stairs comes Arjun, with something like a notebook covered in black sheet with a red ribbon tied messily, but it still looks so pretty that Harry is almost embarrassed of the fact that he learned how to tie his shoe laces when in 5th grade.

“Here!” Arjun hands the notebook-ish thingy to Harry, who replaces y/n’s plate with the gift. Arjun appreciates Harry’s decoration and then they hear a ‘ta-da!’ from the stairs, and everything goes still for both of them when they turn around.

It felt like everything went in slo-mo as she laughed, probably upon seeing their surprised facial expression before making her way to them.

“Do I not look good?” Y/n teases them, grinning widely.

She’s dressed in a brown saree, which somewhat matches Harry’s outfit. The clothing wrapped around her body as if it were made to be fitted on her body with perfect creases at just the right spots. She has pulled her hair in a low-sleek bun, a pair of complicatedly designed gold earrings hanging down from her ear lobule and a few bangles in her hands. A brown bindi sits in the midst of her brows and if you scan just a little bit down, you see black eyeliner on her eye lids, and black eye pencil used on her lower waterline.

If this isn’t what a goddess looks like, then Harry isn’t sure he can believe that.

“You look truly like a goddess,” he babbles out without filter, causing her to look down blushing and laugh at the same time.

“Why thank you,” she replies bashfully.

“You really are looking very pretty mumma!” Arjun chimes in, stretching out his arms while saying ‘very’.

“Not better than you, though.” She pouts, again laughing when his cheeks go red.

Gasping when her eyes land on the dining table, she lightly pushes harry to the side and moves towards it, lips apart in delight. “All of this looks so beautiful!” She unknowingly affirms Harry, moving to pick up the bouquet to smell it once and put it back down.

“This is so nice, thank you!”

“Mum, look! There’s my gift for you!” Arjun chimes in before Harry can affirm her.

With utter delight, y/n moves forward to pick up the gift. From behind her, Harry pulls out her chair for her to sit down as he watches over her shoulder with just as much curousity.

When she unties the ribbon, the folder of black paper pops open, and a scrapbook is revealed. While she’s adoring the cover and the tracing her fingers over the birthday wish written in Juno’s handwriting, Harry is thinking back to day before yesterday when Arjun had gone over to Gemma’s for a day but had took his scrapbook and sketch pens with him. So this is why.

Turning over the hardcover of the notebook, y/n realized there was no stopping now. Each page had a picture of every one of the family members Arjun is aware of, all of them holding a piece of paper or cardboard on which they had wished her a happy birthday with multiple blessings and all of the love they could give.

“Holy- oh my god, Juno,” she turns to look at him, seeming as if left breathless. “Did you do all of this bubba?” She asks him, placing him on her lap.

“Yeah I did, but Aunt Gemma also helped me,” he admits shyly, his nose a shade of blush pink.

“This is so very lovely, thank you very much Juno. Might be the best gift I’ve ever received!” She cried out in joy, kissing him all over his face.

From behind her a loud gasp. “What do you mean by ‘the best’!?” Harry asks her, coming in front of her with an offended expression and hands resting on his hips, seeming like asking for an explanation which can’t be made out of the rubbish statement she made. He steals a peek at Juno and sees him show him his tongue, causing him dramatically gasp again.

Pretending to wipe away faux tears, he stands up and starts to leave. “I’m heartbroken. No one even asked for breakfast. My heart’s aching so much,” he confesses in a gloomy voice, hanging his head low while he continues to walk like a skeleton in those spooky movies.

“I am starving though. Aren’t you too, Juno?”

“Mhm, I am. Elephants are jumping around in my stomach.”

“Oh shut it, I’m not going anywhere.” Harry turns around, instantly going over to the oven and taking out the waffles, which are still warm.

To say that y/n liked it would be an understatement. But to truly describe how much she freaking loved it, the words ‘These are the best waffles I’ve ever had, H. It’s always gonna be you who’ll make waffles from now on. I mean that, literally,’ should do the work

[carewyncromwell]

HEY ALL

So I figure I should finally knuckle down and update Carewyn’s profile, and one of the biggest additions I want to make is to include MC friendships!

So yes! If you want to be friends with my girl Carewyn Cromwell (a.k.a. Carey, Carey-Bear, Mama Bear, and Care-Bear), reply to/reblog this post! Try to give me some details I can work with, like how/where they met, and what your MC thinks of mine. I’ll do sort of a mock-up of the info I’ll include in Carewyn’s profile, though it’ll be much more coherent and pretty in the finished product. XD

Keep in mind that your MC doesn’t have to have met Carewyn at school: she eventually becomes an attorney at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which puts her in constant contact with Aurors, Hitwizards/Hitwitches, and other members of that Department. It’s also possible she could’ve met your MC through mutual friends -- so if you see someone your character is friends with on this post, you can always use them as a link for yours to know Carewyn too. :)

MC Friends:

Rebecca Lord ~ met through Carewyn’s ex-boyfriend and Rebecca’s best friend Andre; their relationship was a bit tense at first, but once Rebecca realized how sincerely caring Carewyn was, the two connected; from the point on, Carewyn “mothered” Rebecca like she did a lot of her other friends, though Rebecca didn’t tell Carewyn about her curse

Vixen McMahon ~ met first while Vixen was in her fox Animagus form; met formally through Barnaby

Candy Vigiere ~

Paula Vigiere ~

Angelo “Angel” Lancaster ~ met by the Lake at school after Carewyn heard Angel singing; work together frequently at the Ministry as an Auror and lawyer, respectively; help save fugitives together at the Ministry during the Second Wizarding War

Wendy Gordon ~ met through Ben, Wendy’s husband, while Carewyn and Ben both worked at the Ministry; now share regular correspondence, often behind Ben’s back

Roger Lopez ~

Luna Silver ~

Brooke and Sebastian Atkinson ~ met at work (Aurors and lawyer respectively)

Montague Donohue ~ school study buddies!; stayed in regular correspondence post-Hogwarts

Jules Farrier ~ bonded over tutoring in second year; became like sisters; Carewyn was 100% supportive when Jules started dating Bill and sang at their wedding

Veruca McQuaid ~ met through Chiara at school

Carson Ivey ~ one of Carson’s pranks ended up accidentally targeting Carewyn; once he made it up to her, Carewyn forgave him

Alivio Kelly King ~

Aishwarya Mehra and Arjun Singh ~ met when Aishwarya and Arjun protected Carewyn once at school; Carewyn would later go on to help them with quite a few legal cases, and Aishwarya helped Carewyn by serving a defense witness for Draco Malfoy

Marina Willow ~ house/year-mates; Carewyn frequently “mothers” Marina and tries to keep her out of trouble

Jason Novak ~ met as fellow Slytherins and connected further through Rebecca; fellow ‘Mum’ friends!

Samantha O’Connell ~ met formally through Prefect duties and later karaoke night at the Three Broomsticks; became good friends at school, interacting mainly through Samantha’s love interest and Carewyn’s unofficial twin Charlie; worked at the Ministry together before the Second Wizarding War; during the War, Samantha fled, leaving a note for Carewyn; after the war Carewyn was one of Samantha’s bridesmaids

Lith Thorne ~

Kyril Vasiley ~ BABY BEAR!;

Night Rhea ~ year and house mates; Carewyn was Night’s prefect; Carewyn counseled Night in fifth year; Night then returned the favor in sixth year after Rowan’s death and was Carewyn’s shoulder to lean on; post-War Carewyn helped get Night out of Azkaban

Helene Adler ~

Sarahi Silvers ~

Jacob Silvers ~ best buds with Jacob Cromwell

Luca and Gail Fawley ~

Clara Lin ~

Ellie Hopper ~ met through work (Auror and lawyer, respectively); became friends through waffles and knit hats; very similar personalities, so they hit off quickly

Alivio King ~ met when Jacob and Carewyn visited the Winger Bird Sanctuary (Jacob because he’s a nerd, Carewyn because her friend Talbott’s involved)

[under construction]