#bakerau

[swan0-0lee]

- work at bakery and find a “Cute Muffin Man” ✍️

Half-Baked

Pairing: Jihoon x fem!reader

Summary: your job at the bakery becomes increasingly more dangerous the longer the cute new customer frequents it (and the longer your coworker teases you about him)

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: fluff, bakery au

The first time he came in, you’d taken one look at him and accidentally dropped a tray of brownies you were taking out of the oven. You’d never done something that klutzy before, and it only made you more flustered. Surely if someone as pretty as him lived around here, you’d already know…?

He’d either graciously pretended not to notice the dropped brownies, or was entirely oblivious. He’d ordered a blueberry muffin and tucked his change into the tip jar with a smile at you. You’d nearly dropped the muffin while handing it over.

Vernon called him Cute Muffin Man after that. You dubbed Vernon the Most Insufferable Coworker Friend Ever.

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[ralith]

What does BakerAU!Ratchet and ReTired Trio Ratchet think of Amaury Guichon? (The chocolate guy)

They both think he's amazing! ReTired Trio Ratchet would admire the skill and patience to create such art.

Baker Ratchet would love to try and emulate some of his work. Ironhide comes to the bakery after hours one day and finds Ratchet in the back, chocolate everywhere on him and shattered pieces on the floor.

"What the hell happened, Ratch? You okay?"

Ratchet, turning around and looking like Charlie from the Pepe Silvia meme: It's witchcraft, Ironhide. What he makes is impossible. How the fuck does he do it?"

[fayes-fics]

what are your favorite benedict au(s) or headcanons? mine are dad!benedict and primaryteacher!benedict 🥰 i agree with you on him being the kinkest one (i haven't read the books tho lol) 👀 -guiltywaves

Hi @guiltywaves 🫶

Awww I love a bit of BeneDad (hence the whole Moments universe). In terms of modern AU Benedicts I’ve written, my faves are Somewhere Only We Know (where he’s still an artist) and Many Things (where he’s an art museum curator). Oh and in terms of total departure from the art world, I enjoyed creating BakerAU Benedict in Pas Quotidien.

Headcanons I’ve written a few posts for including these filthy ones that I stand by haha.

Thanks for your ask and letting me know yours lovely 😁🧡🧡

[one-d-library]

Baker AU

*sighs*

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Crush on My Croissant by Heraton29 {teen and up, 3k}

Every morning at 6:50am the most attractive man in the world walks into Harry's bakery and orders a chocolate croissant. What happens when Harry finally decides it's time to take things to the next level?

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i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam by scagnetism {not rated, 8k, strangers to lovers}

Just when he’s about to stop clicking the next button and claim defeat, maybe put some posters up around town, he’s met with a picture of white cardstock lying on a table, words written in black Sharpie with careful, deliberate strokes. “Hiiii,” it reads, “if you’re reading this, you’ve found my camera! I’d love it if you could contact me so I can get it back. It’d be the nice thing to do.”

Or the AU where Harry loses his camera. Louis finds it. They fall for each other via email.

more fic recs can be found here!

[illusionsofdreaming]

So I don't know the difference between a prompt, a headcanon and an imagine... But how about a cute AU where Robin wasn't found by Chrom and made a life for herself as a baker in a village, and Gaius meets her through her shop? Feel free to improve the details of course to make this more enjoyable for yourself :)

Notes: Honestly, sometimes I get confused myself haha the lines that separates imagines and headcannons can blur. But basically imagines are longer, fully written scenarios/flash fictions (so this one is technically considered an imagine request and these) and headcannons are bulletpointed and gets right to the point (these). You can find a better explanation between the differences between these two types of writing I offer in the rules page :’3Anyways. As I was writing this, I imagine that this AU is set after Robin and her mother fled Plegia but before she lost her memories. The imagine was actually several sections longer but then it.. got too long so I just left it at this. :’D Enjoy!

Ft: Gaius

The shop was quiet and empty, peaceful even but you daren’t fall in love with this quaint little village for fear of heartbreak as you knew you’ll have to leave it one day. Constantly having to move and say goodbye was painful but it was a small price to pay if it foiled the plans of your maniacal father who’s hell bent on raising the God of Death itself.

The little village you and mother happened across straddled the borders of Plegia and Ylisse. Since you knew a little of baking, you had offered to help out at the local bakers for some extra gold.

Business was not exactly roaring and rarely do you find new faces visiting the store. Which, considering your situation, was a blessing in disguise as it meant father would be no closer to discovering the whereabouts of his runaway child and wife. The less new faces you meet, the lower the chances were of someone recognizing you or your mother’s face. Perhaps this little village was the sanctuary you and mother have been looking for all along.

You were reflecting on how you could get used to the peace and quiet when trouble and mischief brought itself crashing through the doors. Immediately your hand brushed towards the Thoron by your side but before you could question or even threaten the intruder, the man had all but vaulted over the counter to your side, pressing his back against the thick hard wood and pressing a finger to his lips in the universal sign for silence.

Not a moment later, the door swung wide hitting the back of the wall so hard it rattled the shop.

“Where is he?” The one leading the charge into the bakery yelled.

You resisted the urge to glance down towards the side as you felt a light pressure against your boots. “Who?” You managed pleasantly as you adjusted the strawberry cake on the counter.

“The man with red hair! The candy loving dastard of a thief took all our spoils!”

You frowned, not liking the fact you could be harbouring a thief but hating the temper of the man before you even more. Just when you were musing on the beauty of a peaceful village too.

“Whoever it is you’re looking for it’s clear that they’re not here.” You stated softly.

“What do you have to worry about! We’ll be out of your hair soon enough!” The thug hissed as he jerked his shoulder forward, a motion that seemed to signal to his friends to start turning the bakery upside down.

“All the ruckus you’re causing is bad for the business, I haven’t seen the man enter  and the shop clearly only has one entrance. Your thief’s not here, you should look elsewhere.”

“Or else what?” Big, mean and ugly taunted and immediately got a blast of magic scoring past his face in response.

“It wasn’t a suggestion.” The Thoron tome was out on display now, pages flickering with magic as lightning crackled at the tip of your finger tips.

The bandits seem to understand the threat you pose as all movement ceased. Starting a fight in such cramped spaces would be disadvantageous for the thugs, especially with a counter between the two parties. Your magic would easily take all of them down before they could whip out their swords and cross the barrier.

“This is not the end of things you meddling witch.” the leader spat before turning around and leaving the premises, his two lackeys slinking off following his shadow.

You waited a good ten seconds and then another ten to make sure they weren’t coming back before turning to face the one who started this mess in the first place. “Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t just turn you over to the authorities right no- Hey! Those are for the customers!” You snatched the plate of half eaten cream puffs from his hands, horrified to find most of them gone.

“Got to give it to ya, those are some of the best pastries I’ve ever had.” the man grinned, licking the cream off his fingers.

“These were for Mrs. Betson! And you ate all of them!” Your face paled, as you picked at the remaining puffs on the platter, realising none of them are salvageable.

“That means you’re making more right? Then excuse me as I finish the res-“ He hissed in pain as you slapped his greedy fingers away and levelled your magic tome at him.

“I knew it! I should’ve handed you over to them, you’re obviously nothing but trouble!”

The thief stumbled back, eyeing the Thoron book nervously - obviously he hadn’t been too busy snacking on Mrs. Betson’s cream pastries to miss your magic show. “Hey, hey, hey Cinnamon, why don’t we all calm down and talk things out yea? You don’t seem like the type to go blasting your guests.”

“You want to test that theory out?” You snapped, wielding your tome high, ready to use it as a blunt weapon. “You crash into the bakery bringing menacing thugs along who stalk around causing a ruckus and threatening to tear down the store.” You took a step forward which the thief echoed with one step backward. “You made me pull out my weapon and make enemies of them who no doubt will be coming back for more and you ate all the customer’s pastries that took me all morning to pipe!” There was a soft thump as the man bumped against the edge of the counter, cornered.

“Is it just me or does it sound like you’re more heartbroken over the buns-“ The thief yelped as he dodged your book in an impressive feat of acrobatics, summersaulting backwards over the counter, efficiently placing some much needed distance between you two. You however was not to be so easily deterred nor have need for such parlour tricks, you simply lifted a flap on the counter and crossed over to the other side, inwardly smirking at the crestfallen expression that came over the other’s face.

“Wait, wait, I know how it looks but I swear on all the sweets I own, it’s really not as bad as you think!”

“That’s rich coming from a thief!”

He scrunched up his nose in offence at your tone. “Believe it or not, even a petty thief like me have morals and follow an honor code too. I don’t steal or hurt the defenceless, women or children. These guys took advantage of a merchant who’s cart had fallen over when its wheel broke. Robbed him blind they did, old man was crying like a newborn babe. Stuff like that just ain’t my cup of chocolate you know? I did what had to be done, return his precious cargo and sent him on his way, even got a pretty sweet tart out of it. But as you can see, Brandon an’ the others didn’t really appreciate it all that much.”

You paused, considering his words carefully. You did hear from the others that a large merchant cart had fallen over on it’s side, blocking the road a few days ago but you have no way to confirm that it’s the same cart this man was talking about. You lowered your tome but your eyes remained locked on the thief’s every movement.

He must have noticed the distrust still in your eyes because the sigh he let out next was tired and exasperated. “Yeesh Cinnamon, you don’t have to give me that look. I get it, I brought them here so I’ll deal with them, make sure they won’t be coming back for seconds. I’ll even throw in one of my precious custard pies for those cream puffs you mourn, happy?” He grumbled as he drew the collar of his heavy cloak up to his chin.

“Fifty gold coins.” You returned sharply, gripping onto the edge of his cloak, holding the man back before he could escape.

“Fif-Fifty?” The thief spluttered and you can hear the sharp crack of his lollipop as he snapped the stick in his mouth. “Are your cakes made of gold? They taste pretty damn amazing I’ll give ya that Cinnamon but fifty gold coins? You might as well take out a dagger an’ tell me you’re robbing me now!”

“Fifty gold coins barely covers the cost of ingredients and labor put into those dozen cream puffs you devoured in less than five minutes flat!” You snapped, tightening your grip around the stretch of fabric you held. “I haven’t even charged you for the physical damage done to the shop or the emotional damage I suffered from having criminals crashing into the store!”

The smile on his face was tight as a muscle underneath the man’s eye twitched. “Yeah, cuz it’s clear handling Brandon and his goons took a real toll on ya.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not appreciating his sarcasm but neither did you want to bother with explaining your situation to a shifty thief. If wasn’t that you wouldn’t be able to deal with the thugs if it came down to a fight but it would definitely ruin your image as the very average, unassuming new neighbour in town. If word of a powerful mage was hiding in the small village got out, you’ll be forced to leave your home again!

“Deal with your friends and fifty gold for compensation or I’m calling the authorities.”

“Can’t you put it on my tab or something?”

“You’re not even from around here!”

“You drive a hard bargain, Cinnamon! What about two custard pies? I’ll even throw in several honey cakes!”

“Are you going to pay or not?” you growled, raising your tome once more ready to knock the infuriating man out.

“Alright, alright! You win! Take it!” From underneath his cloak he grabbed a small pouch and tossed it at you. You caught the heavy pouch with one hand, releasing your grip on the other’s clothing. “It’s one of my most precious collections and I can assure you that I don’t have anything on me worth more than that! I’ll have you know that you won’t find anything like these on the market anymore! The craftsman retired several years ago and I’m the only customer he still entertains from time to time. Hopefully this will satisfy your greed for now!”

You loosened the string holding the pouch close to peer inside to judge its contents. If the items within were really that precious then perhaps you could sell them to cover the costs for repairs. “Wait a minute.. aren’t these candies?” Your gaze snapped up but it was already too late, the thief had long vacated the store the moment you released him from your grip.

“Dastard! Come back here!”

[azogue2718]

Ok i rlly dunno what to do with this Saiteru wip. Lost the drive to color so its just a base. Yeah, might revisit this at some point

[azucanela]

For fluff maybe you could include bakerAU or librarianAU

I hope you have a nice day -🍦

I ACTUALLY HAVE A FUTURE EVENT PLANNED THAT IS DEDICATED ENTIRELY TO AUS HAHAH

[ohahahahaha]

omg!!!!!! you neeeeed to continue shance bakerAU!!!!i love it so much! POR FAVOR!

I just may do it, mystery.

[new-endings]

Sweets for the Sweet?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Epilogue: Sublime

Summary:

AU; Saitama likes to flirt a little too much—which can cause problems (just ask his boss, Fubuki). Then comes Genos who takes their initial flirtationship a little too seriously.

Or an  AU in which Saitama is a good pastry chef who flirts for fun; fluff, comedy, and flirting (with puns). Enjoy~

The final installment for my beta’s prize! Sorry this took so long ; u ; 

“I’d say things are going well,” Fubuki replied as she twirled her fork. Pasta night with her sister since their falling out (“catfight,” Saitama had called it, earning him a double shift on the weekend) had always been a little uneasy to the younger, but it had been years since the incident and she was happy things were easing up between them. Fubuki had missed this, after all—chatting about the business, plans for improvement, expansion, and profit.

And of course…

A little gossip never hurt anyone either. The woman bit her cheek, a smile forming despite it. “There hasn’t been a customer complaint in ages. Well, no harassment charges at least—”

“Hah,” Tatsumaki smirked as she leaned back against her chair. “You say it like that’s something to be proud of.”

“It is. I’m very proud of Saitama,” Fubuki argued matter-of-factly. Given his dear employee’s…reputation and his immunity to threats of harm to his health (no one wants a repeat of the Sonic Incident of ’13) and threats of Fubuki kicking his ass to the curb (damn that guy for crawling under her soft spot), it took nothing short of a miracle for the grievances to stop.

Well…a miracle…or a possessive boyfriend.

Fubuki wasn’t particularly picky. Anything to get his flirty employee making sweets rather than making sweet talk, right? Okay—granted, there was no stopping those godawful lines he spouted on a daily basis. But they were only aimed at that pesky boyfriend of his so that was far more welcome.

Her phone’s vibrations against the mahogany of the table derailed from her train of thoughts; she tapped on the screen upon the familiar stock photo of a boiled egg. ‘Ah…speak of the devil…’ she smirked. “In fact, let me tell him that right now.” She swiped to answer, holding the phone against her ear. “Hello?” It only took a second for her countenance to change as she stood abruptly, the chair behind her screeching against the hardwood. “Saitama?!”

Glowering green eyes narrowed. “What’s going on with Baldy?” her sister demanded.

Tatsumaki didn’t like this. Her younger sister looked panicked, eyes wide and mouth agape as she tried to form her words as incoherent noises blared from her phone. Tatsumaki glared, reaching out for her own mobile, fingers readying to dial a particular contact.

She didn’t like this at all. “I don’t—Saitama, wh— are you crying?”

“Crying?!” The elder slammed down her fist, shooting up from her seat in outrage. “That piece of shit, he better not have made—”

But then Fubuki froze, blinking once, then twice, before uttering, “Y-you…you what?” Tatsumaki cocked her head to the side in confusion as her little sister sat back down, nodding and humming in agreement at a conversation the elder was not privy to. A second or three later, Fubuki’s hand came up to conceal the huge smile that broke across her face.

God this was humiliating.

So humiliating.

So very humiliating because he had to burst into fucking tears before he could even tell her what happened. But apparently, his stupid (so very stupid) brain decided that first and foremost, he should announce two very important revelations he had today:

Revelation number one: “I love Genos…” he sobbed pathetically.

Which…honestly should not have been a revelation made mere hours ago. Which leads us to—

Revelation number two: “And I’m an idiot…” he groused reluctantly.

God this sucked. Oh well, he had a broad shoulder to cry into and a pair of hands soothing his back despite it all, even if there was a rumble of laughter (naturally, at his expense) in the chest he was leaning against.

He supposed the degradation was worth it.

Saitama nearly gave her a heart attack and while Fubuki should have been ready to bust down his door and flog him with a spatula for it… “Well…it certainly took you long enough.” She couldn’t help the enthusiasm that blatantly refused to go away. “Idiot,” she teased mercilessly, cackling as it drew a long-suffering groan from her favorite employee.

“Long enough for what?!” Tatsumaki shrieked, eyes screaming murder.

Fubuki gave an exasperated sighed, if only to mask her giddiness. “Saitama finally figured out that he’s in love with his boyfriend of three years.”

The elder’s expression flattened immediately. “Oh…Well for fuck’s sake, finally.” Still, the slight curve of her lips upwards didn’t escape her sister’s eyes, nor the relief in her posture as she settled down on her seat. Fubuki did, however, miss the quiet grumble of, “So my shithead of a student finally had the balls to do it…”

“Damnit Saitama… we were worried, you ass! After I heard you crying, your body count would have increased by two tonight if—yes, you have a body count— no, I don’t mean Sonic’s balls.” Against herself, she couldn’t stifle the laugh that bubbled. ‘Genos better be treating you right…’ she thought. Their bakery couldn’t stand to have Saitama lapse back into his bad habits. “God, I thought that boyfriend of yours did something stupid to make you cry—”

“Rest assured, Fubuki,” Genos murmured as he plucked the phone from his Saitama’s hold. “I would never do such a thing,” he (needlessly) vowed. Really, given his track-record, you’d figure they’d have more faith in him.

“You did do something stupid to make me cry like an idiot though…” Saitama muttered, face buried in his neck.

Genos gave a wry smirk, recalling the absolute devastation and terror that flooded his veins at his darling’s initial reaction that night. He had never seen Saitama give such a volatile response so it was only natural for his heart to come crashing down at the sight of his love’s face streaked with tears, angrily muttering to himself of how blind and stupid he was.

And it was only natural for Genos to believe he had ruined his chances.

(If he had any to begin with.)

But at the sight of what his darling cradled in the palm of his hand and the scaredexcitedloving look in those beautiful brown eyes, it didn’t take long for Genos to collect the man in his arms and murmur worship and adoration against him, dinner all but forgotten as he carried them to the couch to give his Saitama the time he needed to come to terms with all that happened without his knowing and for Genos to soothe him through the process. And after that was finished…

Genos was able to ask him again—properly.

Of course, there was a sobbing ‘Yes,’ and they ended up cuddling and kissing like a bunch of embarrassing and lovesick fools. Not one for the storybooks, but that was fine by Genos. “Not intentionally, darling,” Genos murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of his love’s head. He felt the man sigh against him, relaxed, comfortable, blissful. And that was everything he needed. “And it’s not stupid. I’ve never been more sure…and more determined in my life.” His fiancé turned his head, gracing Genos with that sweet, sweet blush blooming across his cheeks.

Genos had never felt so lucky.

He kissed him soundly on the lips, breathing an, “I love you, Saitama,” before stealing another and another.

Fubuki frowned as Genos’s voice tapered off followed by some suspicious sounds that had her eyes narrowing. “What’s with all the—are you two seriously making out right now?!”

“Bah. Disgusting.” Tatsumaki wrinkled her nose. “Baldy’s okay and my pain-in-the-ass economics student didn’t screw anything up. Leave them,” she commanded with a wave of her hand.

Not one to argue for this one, Fubuki ended the call. “I swear to god,” she murmured as she put her phone down. Fubuki frowned at her dinner; it was probably cold by now. “I didn’t take Saitama to be the type of guy to cry over that sort of thing,” she commented as she rose to heat up the rest of her pasta. “I mean…it was awfully obvious since the beginning, wasn’t it?”

The college student stopped by nearly every day to chat up their finest baker, their incessant flirting being a good source of laughs and coos from their customers (and the annoyance and groaning from the rest of the staff). Genos played Saitama’s game and played it well—

Well enough score a sugary kiss from the man across the counter every time. And more often than not in the afterhours, Fubuki would spy a shiny luxury car waiting at the front as Saitama dashed out the door as Sonic yelled after him about “owing him one” as the disgruntled brunet closed up shop on Saitama’s shift.

And of course—she’d seen the looks Genos gives him and the warm and shy glances Saitama sometimes catches himself making at the blond before shaking it off. She’d sometimes find him on lazy afternoons, spacing out with a tiny smile on his face and his grins would always be megawatts brighter when his boyfriend came walking through the door.

And, mind you, this had been going on for years.

Had it really taken Saitama this long? It was jarring to believe.

But as always, Tatsumaki had the utmost faith in their mutual friend. “I think he just cried from his own stupidity,” she decided. She picked up her fork with distaste, dinner lukewarm. “If I were that stupid, I’d cry too.”

“We didn’t get to tell them…” Saitama murmured against Genos’s lips as the call ended.

Genos laid the phone down on the coffee table nearby, both hands finally free to hold Saitama close. “That’s fine.”

The man hummed, emotionally exhausted but so very warm and definitely up for some more primo cuddling right now. “Too early?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t too heavy to be leaning against the younger like this.

It seemed as though Genos wasn’t complaining at least. “No, it’s not that,” he replied, shifting in his seat until he had them both laying down, his own head propped on the armrest of the sofa while Saitama’s rested on his chest. “I just want you to myself for a while,” he shamelessly confessed.

Saitama’s lips quirked to a smile. “Before Fubuki overhears and takes over the planning?”

“She’ll have to fight me for it,” Genos growled and Saitama sighed. It was obvious who’d be the groomzilla for this event. “But not just that,” he amended, hands already beginning to wander.

Saitama snorted. Genos might not be a teenager anymore but man, tell that to his hormones. Though, Doctor Kuseno did tell him that Genos had never been this…erm…interested with a date before, even in his teenage years—much to Genos’s mortification.

The little shit earned it, as far as Saitama was concerned. His body was willing but his ass was still sore from that afternoon. He’d need a little more convincing before getting on his back for his fiancé and he knew exactly how to get some. “Wow…I’m officially off the market—or should I say, menu?” he teased.

“Little minx…” Genos purred, taking the hint. “I thought you weren’t on it to begin with.”

“Well,” Saitama snickered, propping his head up to meet Genos’s gaze, “I mean, forbidden fruit gets more biters, right?”

Those gold eyes had that familiar burning intensity in them as a hand came to brush on the sensitive skin of his neck. “And the last time I checked, these bite marks happen to be mine.”

“Y’see?” Saitama boasted. “Can’t keep your mitts off me, can you?”

“From these buns?” Genos smirked as Saitama squawked in surprise at the rough squeeze. “Not a chance.”

Saitama was totally not at fault for bursting into laughter for that one. “Oh my god that was fucking awful—Ack—!” And of course, Genos was totally not at fault for flipping them over, crawling over his darling with a hungry gleam in his eyes. Saitama chose to ignore the skip in his heartbeat and the flood of arousal that headed south of his beltline. “Just stick a fork in me. I’m done with this perverted banter.”

He was, however, very much at fault for the lewd line and lusty look that followed. “I’d much rather stick something else in you—”

Saitama should have known he’d set himself up for that one. “Noooo, did you seriously get better at this than me?” he whined, Genos chuckling as he dipped down and pecked him on the cheek. “When did you start scheming to usurp my throne?” the baker demanded, trying not to flush too much from the affectionate gesture.

Genos hummed, thinking honestly for his response. “When I learned I had to flirt with you to get you to talk to me.” He smirked, a kiss brushing against his fiancé’s coy lips. “And when I learned how well you responded to it.”

“Responded well, did I?” Saitama challenged with a raised brow.

Genos couldn’t stop himself from scoffing even if he wanted to. “Darling, I had a date with you the next day.” Saitama glared at him weakly from below and with such a cutely, petulant look, what else could Genos do but grin a tad too widely and finish with: “And woke up to you in my bed the morning after that.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t sound so smug,” Saitama groused, turning his head away; he hoped in the semi-darkness of the candlelight, his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. Even after three years, that still was not the proudest moment of Saitama’s life. Nevertheless, it did score him Genos—and a friend in Mumen and Bang.

Genos chuckled once more, eyes softening at the sight before him. “How can I not?” He smiled adoringly, reaching out for Saitama’s left hand to hold; the ring on his finger brushed against his lips in a delicate kiss. “You said yes, after all.”

Even under the dim firelight, he could still relish the cherry red that erupted all over his beautiful fiancé’s face. “God, you’re such a sap,” Saitama muttered. And then his eyes were on Genos, a tender hopelessness in them, a blissful surrender, a loving acceptance that this was the sap he had agreed his life to. Obviously, he wouldn’t want it any other way. “But you’re sweet to me,” Saitama sighed, voice barely above a whisper. “I dunno how many kittens and orphans I saved in the past life, ‘cause I sure as hell don’t know what I did in this one to deserve you.”

Something ached within him—something that delved deeper than his heart and settled in depths deeper than his soul. Genos had only this to say as that profound yearning resonated through his entire being: “I’m offended.”

Saitama found himself sputtering in indignation before Genos was kissing him again, long, slow, and perfect.  

When Genos broke for air, he resisted all temptation to stealing another kiss and stealing the breath out of his fiancé’s lungs a second time. “I thought I was the romantic one, darling. Are you usurping me in return?”

Saitama grinned sheepishly in reply. “I gotta try sometime, don’t I?” ‘Genos’d been waiting for three years after all…and that means I have a lot of making up to do,’ he thought with some amount of guilt. A part of him always knew Genos wasn’t merely fooling around with him, had known that Genos wasn’t the type to play games unless it was for keeps. But Saitama, in many ways, wasn’t ready to believe it yet. Wasn’t ready to submit his heart to its possible ruin, all because of a five-minute encounter that left him with a name, a number, and a man who was interested in much more than a flirtationship.

He wasn’t ready until he found the box from Genos’s blazer, having tumbled onto the floor as the man shrugged it off and placed the outerwear onto a chair as he checked on their dinner in the kitchen. Hadn’t been ready until he found himself on the floor, shaky hands snapping the velvet box open and heart in his throat at the sight of a gleaming ring inside. Hadn’t been ready to realize that somewhere in his denial, he had fallen in love anyways and had been too stubborn to let himself feel it, bask in it, and give it freely.

Saitama didn’t do ‘genuine’ well—or often, for that matter. But if it was for Genos…then it was definitely worth a try. But this time was kind of…easy, actually. All he needed to do was put a little bit of his heart into his words, something that went beyond the saccharine gloss of flirty seduction and sugary affection. It was a surprise to find it tasting like honey on his tongue, natural and addicting.

He led the hand entwined with his own to his cheek, nuzzling the back of Genos’s palm with triumphant eyes at the sight of his fiancé on the brink of heart failure from romantic overload. “Sweets…for my sweet.”

A/N: And there we have it~

Haha…remember when I said this would be up very shortly? Well…here’s shortly :’D

Again, I am so sorry OTL

Something sugary because I had a lot of sugar the day before when I was writing this. Also I really felt the need to have this fic end by its title c:

I hope it’s pretty self-explanatory, but if you guys are interested in their backstories (how Saitama lost his hair, joined Fubuki’s bakery, and started flirting with customers; Genos’s backstory, how Genos stalked Saitama and what he stole from him [as Sonic mentioned] in ch.3) and how their years prior to engagement went, let me know!

I truly loved writing this story (because it’s not every day I get to use puns this excessively) and I hope you all enjoyed~ As always,

It’s been a pleasure serving you~

[illusionsofdreaming]

☀️ fluff | ☁️ comfort | 🌙 angst | 🌟 reader favs | ☕ ️ personal favs

•❅──────✧❅ F i r e • E m b l e m • A w a k e n i n g ❅✧──────❅•

➳ Imagines

– peeling fruits for his birthday (Chrom) ☀️

– young Morgan asks what mother’s like after Robin’s sacrifice to Grima (Frederick)🌙

– Reader gets kidnapped (Gaius) ☁️️️️ 

– Robin BakerAU (Gaius) ☀️️️

– Possessed (Gaius) 🌙 🌟 ☕️️

↳ (Inigo)

– Convincing you to get some rest (Gaius) ☀️

– Morgan overhears Gaius offering his firstborn for donuts (Gaius) ☀️ ☕️

– Reaction to your sacrifice to Grima (Gaius) 🌙 🌟 ☕️

– you and Morgan poisoned (Gangrel) 🌙 🌟 ☕️

– Fluffy imagine - Kissing scars (Inigo) ☀️ ☁️

- reader’s drunk and confesses to their crush (Gaius) ☀️

➳ Headcanons

– modern hs AU (Chrom)  

 ↳ (Gaius) , (Henry) , (Lon’qu)

– hugs (Gaius)

– myrmidon Gaius (Gaius) 

– waterfighting styles (Chrom, Robin, Frederick, Stahl, Gaius, Lon’qu, Virion, Maribelle)

– pretend arguments with babies (Vaike, Gaius, Owain)

– random headcanons (Nah)

– random fluffy headcanons (Stahl)

- Grima’s backstory (Grima)

➳ 100 Words

– ”I’m not going anywhere.” (Inigo)  

•❅──────✧❅ F i r e • E m b l e m • F a t e s ❅✧──────❅•

➳ Imagines

– sulking because Saizo wears his masks in bed (Saizo) ☀️

– accidentally finding out his greatest weakness (Saizo) ☀️

– falling asleep while waiting for them to return (Silas, Kaden, Saizo) ☀️

– not wanting to admit he’s jealous (Saizo) ☀️

- losing sense of self while in dragon form (Good Ending) (Ryoma, Silas, Saizo, Jakob, Takumi, Kaze) 🌙 🌟

- losing sense of self in dragon form (Bad Ending) (Saizo) 🌙 ☕

↳ (Niles, Kaze, Shura) 🌟

- coming back from a long mission with minor injuries (Saizo, Silas, Niles) ☁️ 🌟

- Kaze flustered from receiving praise from you (Kaze) ☀️

- Part 2 - Confessing his feelings to you (Kaze) ☀️

- telling Kaze you don’t deserve him after accidentally hurting him (Kaze) 🌙 ☁️

- soulmates AU (Soulmate names on their body) (Silas, Hinata) ☀️

- phantom pains (Saizo, Niles) ☁️

- Saizo realising he has feelings for you (Saizo) ☀️

- Royals reacting to news of their retainer’s engagement to you (Xander, Ryoma) ☀️ 🌟

- Caught talking baby talk with Kana (Saizo) ☀️

- Revelation route: thinking the worst when you jumped off into the canyon (Ryoma) 🌙 🌟 ☕

- happy yet worried about your pregnancy (Laslow) ☀️ ☁️

- reaction to shy S/O saying “I love you.” for the first time (Odin, Kaze) ☀️

- reader’s drunk and confesses to their crush (Saizo) ☀️

- Birthright ending, Corrin’s PTSD (Corrin) 🌙

➳ Headcanons

– gaming styles (Saizo, Kaze, Ryoma, Corrin, Izana, Azama, Takumi, Kana, Jakob, Setsuna)

- what are Saizo’s hobbies during free time (Saizo)

- princes’ reactions to their other sons being able to turn into a dragon (Ryoma, Takumi, Xander, Leo)

- finding their s/o wearing their clothes (Ryoma, Saizo, Takumi, Silas)

↳ (Jakob, Kaze, Shura)

- character headcanons (Saizo)

↳ (Silas), (Niles), (Xander), (Kaze), (Saizo - Part 2) 

- repeated use of the dragonstone causes muteness (Jakob, Dwyer, Kana, Ryoma, Hinoka, Takumi, Sakura)

↳ (Xander, Camilla, Leo, Elise), (Saizo, Kaze, Niles), (Gunter), (Azama, Mitama, Izana), (Husband Xander, Siegbert), (Laslow)

– which things does Shura miss about Kohga (Shura)

- Jakob’s reaction to being asked to be godfather of Kana (Jakob)

- Jakob’s reaction to being a father to Kana (Jakob)

- what will piss Kaze off? (Kaze)

- what will Valla be like after Corrin becomes King/Queen (Corrin)

- Asugi as Valla’s Crown Prince (Asugi)

- asthma Corrin (Sakura, Elise, Xander, Ryoma, Leo, Takumi, Hinoka, Camilla)

- flustered/pining princes (Ryoma, Takumi, Xander, Leo)

- what gets them flustered (Saizo, Kaze, Jakob, Ryoma, Takumi)

- first kisses (Ryoma, Takumi, Xander, Leo)

- relationship headcanons (Xander)

- crushing headcanons (Kaze)

↳ (Silas, Jakob, Benny)

- how would they get an oblivious S/O to notice them? (Elise)

- domestic headcanons (Niles)

– waterfighting styles (Saizo, Kaze, Xander, Corrin, Shura, Ryoma, Leo, Kana)

- falling for a sweet village maiden (Kaze, Leo)

↳ (Xander, Ryoma, Takumi), (Xander, Leo, Ryoma, Takumi - Part 2 ) 

- ninja three’s friendship dynamic (Saizo, Kaze, Kagero)

- family fluff headcanons (Saizo, Asugi, Kana)

- reaction to your tongue piercing (Xander, Camilla, Leo, Elise, Ryoma, Hinoka, Takumi, Sakura)

– pretend arguments with babies (Kaden, Shiro)

- how would Hoshidan siblings react to Nohrian family knowing Corrin better? (Ryoma, Hinoka, Takumi, Sakura)

➳ 100 Words

– "Come cuddle.” (Ryoma)

- “I’ll keep you warm.” + “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” (Niles)

- “Stay here tonight.” + ”You haven’t lost me.” (Kaze)

- “That was unexpected.” + “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” (Dwyer)

- “You’re always on my mind.” + “You have no idea how much I want you right now.“ (Kaze)

- “Kiss me.” (Shura)

- “You make every day worth living.“ + “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.“ (Silas)

- “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” + “Kiss me.” (Shiro)

- “Kiss me.” + “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” (Kaze)

- “I’ll keep you warm.” + “You look amazing tonight.” (Dwyer)

•❅──────✧❅ F i r e • E m b l e m • H e r o e s ❅✧──────❅•

➳ Imagines

– reaction to shy S/O saying “I love you.” for the first time (Hríd) ☀️

- Xander confessing to the summoner (Xander) ☀️

- Recovering Alfonse and Hríd trying to protect him (Hríd, Alfonse) ☁️

- Alfonse soulmate AU (Alfonse) 🌙 ☀️ 🌟

➳ Headcanons

–

•❅─────✧❅ F i r e • E m b l e m • T h r e e • H o u s e s ❅✧─────❅•

➳ Imagines

– [ tomorrow’s another day ] (Claude) 🌙 ☁️

– [ guess I like playing with fire ] (Claude) ☀️

- [ soft ] (Claude) ☀️ 🌟

➳ Headcanons

–

➳ Imagines

– [ freedom with you is unlike anything else ] (Venti) ☀️

- [ riptides ] (Tartaglia) 

- reaction to you injured (Pyro Agent, Anemoboxer, Pyroslinger) ☀️ 🌟

- [ vermilion shades ] (Enjou) 🌟

- [ let sleeping monsters lie ] (Enjou) 🌟

- their kisses (Pyro Agent, Electrohammer, Pyroslinger, Anemoboxer) ☀️

➳ Headcanons

– Fatui Agent NPCs Headcanons

- winter grinch headcanons (Sayu, Diluc, Xiao)

➳ Imagines

– [ lay down your ghosts ] (Cale) 🌙 🌟 ☕

– [ daydreams of mine never end ] (Cale) ☀️

– 33. Hide (Choi Han) 🌙

- drying his hair (Cale) ☀️

- [ the next life ] (Cale) 🌙 🌟

- needy cale (Cale) ☀️ 🌟

- reacting to someone flirting with their S/O and making them uncomfortable (Cale) ☀️ 🌟

- Cale asking Reader out (Cale) ☀️ 🌟 ☕

- modernAU - reader who’s high on anaesthesia after teeth extraction (Alberu) ☀️ 🌟

- reader kisses them after they get hurt (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu) ☀️ 🌟

- Rosalyn mentoring magician!Reader (Rosalyn) 

- imagining you in a wedding dress (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu, Beacrox) ☀️ 🌟 ☕

- childhood friends reader knows og!cale is gone (Cale) 🌙 ☁️ 🌟

- cuddling when it’s cold (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu) ☀️ 🌟

- [ bound to you ] (Cale) ☀️ 🌟

↳ ( Choi Han )

- KRS meets reincarnated s/o in TCF (Cale) 🌙  🌟

- [ sloth days ] (Cale) ☀️ 🌟

- [ redamancy ] (Alberu) ☀️

- [ a little break ] rubbing your stomach when you have a stomache (Cale) ☁️ 🌟

- [ the way of shadows ] (Cale) 

- illu’s may challenge (31 days of 100 word imagines)

- [ falling hard, falling soft ] (Cale) tw: anxiety attack 🌙 ☁️

- [ birds without feet ] (Beacrox) ☁️ ☕

➳ Headcanons

– relationship heacanons (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu) 

– kisses heacanons (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu) 

– powerful S/O (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu) 

– transmigrator reader (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu) 

- oblivious reader (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- dating headcanons (Cale)

- weak but always getting into trouble reader (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- short s/o (Cale)

- teen transmigrator reader (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- affectionate and needy Cale (Cale)

- reaction to demon girl who ran from the demon world (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- oracle reader (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- makeout headcanons (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- s/o scared of the dark (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu, Beacrox)

- reader who’s scared of sea life (Archie, Witira)

- bookworm s/o (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- how the others react to Cale’s s/o (Ron, Choi Han, Hong, On, Raon)

- education system

- feisty, scary looking but kind around loved ones s/o (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- reaction to people badmouthing s/o in front of them (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu, Eruhaben)

- how would they celebrate their s/o’s birthday (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu, Eruhaben)

- parenting headcanons (Eruhaben, Rosalyn, Bud, Toonka)

- how many kids and what kind of dads would they be (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- tall s/o (Cale)

- weak s/o (Rosalyn, Beacrox)

- s/o who likes to nap (Cale)

- falling asleep/waking up to him (Cale)

- cuddling headcanons (Cale)

- how they would react finding out reader has a crush on them (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- chibi-fied temporarily (Cale, Alberu, Rosalyn) 

- fantasy/romance writer s/o (Alberu, Cale, Rosalyn)

- father and son bonding headcanons (Ron and Beacrox)

- nice and chill dragon s/o (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu, Eruhaben)

- fujoshi!reader (Cale)

- baking christmas cookies with reader (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- widow!reader x Ron (Ron)

- shy and lazy s/o (Cale)

- jealous headcanons (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu)

- relationship with chubby!reader (Cale, Choi Han, Alberu, Toonka)

•❅──────✧❅ T C F ⚔ G I ❅✧──────❅•

➳ Imagines

– 

➳ Headcanons

– Klee and Raon meet (Klee, Raon)