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First Rut, With You
A short drabble based on the Rut Stuff headcanons
Warnings: None
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This wouldnât do.
You hummed cheerfully, completely unaware of the darkening eyes watching you from the shadows.
Oh, he couldnât have this.
He could feel his eyes begin to blacken and the itch in his antlers somehow felt even worse than it did at the peak of his previous ruts.
You could, and should, be held responsible for bringing about such an irritating change in him. He never had to deal with these absurd urges before.
Rutting season had been nothing more than just a minor inconvenience, a month where he felt a little less patience and more aggression than he usually would â an easy fix, a little extra slaughter always soothed his ruffled fur.
Well, until you showed up in his (after)life and somehow managed to make yourself quite charming to someone like himself.
He had never imagined finding a partner would change the physical aspect of his rut month so much, it even seemed to awaken some sort of deep instinctual part of him that Alastor didnât realize he possessed.
You needed to make it up to him for making him feel this way.
~00~
âMy little Doe~â
You almost screeched, hearing the static and the filtered voice only after you felt a touch on your hand come from below and you stumbled, still not used to Alastorâs mastery of shadows that he liked to regularly abuse to scare the living shit out of you.
âHmm, how are you this hellish afternoon?â Alastor asked in his usual chipper tone, eyes quickly drawn to what was in your hand and his grin tensed and twitched on one side. âWhat is that monstrosity?â
He was well aware demons were stopping and staring, whispering to each other, probably in shock that the Radio Demon was having a casual and cordial conversation with a Sinner who wasnât a fellow Overlord.
Let them talk for a few minutes â heâll be taking their worthless eyeballs for daring to gawk at you in a few moments anyways.Â
You patted your chest a few times, feeling a little heavy as you barely managed to swallow down your mouthful before you choked on it. âIâm still not used to that. How am I still not used to that?â You said under your breath and Alastorâs smile twitched once more, his mind jumbled and completely out of control.
His patience wasnât exactly all there, (maybe you didnât know that), you shouldnât ignore him like that, your attention should be on him, so answer his question, whywereyoueatingthat, HECOULDPROVIDEYOUWITHBETTERâ
âWhat is that?â Alastor repeated with gritted fangs, not liking that he did have to repeat himself to begin with and you snapped out of your shadow-induced shock, glancing at the thing-that-shouldnât-even-be-called-food in your hand.
âItâs just a doughââ You started, reeling back in surprise when Alastor knocked your treat out of your hand like a naughty cat knocking things off a table and youâre just baffled at the sheer child-like pettiness of it, âânutâŚâ You finish, simply staring at your fallen doughnut on the ground.
Huh.
âI admit I have no fondness for sweets,â Alastor doesnât like you looking at that damn doughnut with those pretty doe eyes of yours, especially with that disappointment, âbut if you are craving a sweet treat, I am capable of making beignets at the very least.â
Itâs the only dessert recipe of his motherâs that he can replicate, he was never one for baking.
âAlastor,â you quickly forget about the doughnut when you look back at Alastor, âare you⌠feeling okay?â You asked in concern, quickly noting he was not his normal self.
His antlers were a little larger than normal, he looked all around irritated, his eyes were flickering between black and red, and his pupils were spinning as if they couldnât settle between their normal shape or the radio dials he was known for.
âNo, thatâs not enough,â Alastor didnât answer your question, âbeyond sweets, for every meal, you need to come to me, my Doe. Iâll skin anyone alive who think they can feedâ care for you better than I can.â
âIâŚâ Something was off with Alastor, but you could directly ask him when you werenât in public andâwas that screaming?
Ah.
Alastorâs shadow and other little minions were making mincemeat out of the passersby and you guessed they must have riled Alastor up by staring just a little too long. Well, if you wanted to be in the Radio Demonâs life, it was just a fact you had to get used to.
You jumped when you felt something large being draped over you and you felt warm and fuzzy when you could smell Alastorâs scent enveloping you. âWhat are you doing?â You flushed, seeing that Alastor had taken off his overcoat and was currently wrapping you up in it, looking a little less irritated at the sight of you in it.
âI can still smell that doughnut and its maker on you.â Alastor snarled at the very thought before reaching down to intertwine his fingers within yours and he almost barked out a laugh at how utterly red your face was getting at the gesture. How adorable, you matched his coat.
âW-what are you doing!?â You were completely confused at this point because Alastor never touched you affectionately out in public â both for his image and for your safety. This was odd, bizarre, but you didnât hate it, you were just flustered at the abruptness of this strange new thing.
âHmm, I suppose I should have shared something about myself with you earlier,â Alastor tightened his hand around yours, strolling along with you slowly so you could keep up with your shorter frame, âWhen we are away from any prying eyes and ears, I will tell you what this is. But first, my little Doe, let us enjoy a nice afternoon walk, shall we?â
âO-okay.â You simply nodded, spotting a streaking black shape speeding towards you and Alastor and Alastorâs shadow emerged from the ground. You looked curiously at it when it held out its hands to Alastor in an eager manner, but slowly stepped back once you got a glimpse of what it actually was holding.
âGood job.â Alastor nodded with approval and the shadow seemed to look at you restlessly before Alastor held out to you what he ordered his shadow to retrieve â those worthless Sinnersâ eyeballs. âA gift for you, dearest. And many in your favourite colour!â
Ah�� ha.
âThank you, Alastor.â
Yep, better get used to it.
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poly!141 x autistic!reader
still thinking about that anon that requested how poly!141 would be with an autistic partner, so hereâs a sweet little drabble about price with them <3
tw: brief angst before cute fluff, just reader being overstimulated and price offering comfort
The entire room felt like it was closing in on you. It made you feel suffocated, claustrophobic, like all the walls were slowly constricting you and threatening to squeeze you until you exploded into a bloodied mess of splattered red.
Warm flames were trickling into your bloodstream, slowly but surely, heating you up with rage, attempting to scorch you from the inside and out. It was becoming unbearable. It was ruthless.
You loved Johnny and Kyle. Truly, you loved them to death, just as much as you loved Simon and Price. But putting them together could be a youthful night of smiles and laughter, or it could be a recipe for disaster. Right now, it was the latter.
The restraint you had was wearing thin. It was painful, both mentally and physically, to mask your anger and not snap at the two of them for how loud they were being. It wasnât their fault, they were always the more outgoing types when they were paired together, and a lot of it expressed itself when you were around so you wouldnât feel excluded or isolated.
But god, it was wearing thin, borderline snapping and shattering into unrepairable pieces.
You were overstimulated. Extremely.
Your mind was poisoned goo, seeping into a puddle in your head, tainting your emotions with a venomous disease. It screamed at you, flooding you with overwhelming exposure.
The air in your lungs felt as if it were monoxide. It didnât filter through, it didnât make you feel like you were breathing. It was a strangling feeling, one that made you lightheaded and tuned out.
Johnny and Kyleâs voices mixed together in an agonizing shrill that made your eardrums feel like they were two seconds away from combusting. It didnât calm you like it normally did, nor did it make you laugh. All it did was make you irritated.
âPlease,â you begged, voice raspy and forced through the grit of your teeth. Your hands plugged over your ears, cupping them in attempts to drown out their rowdy jokes. âCan you please just shut up? For two fucking seconds? Please?â
Instantly, the room filled with a deafening silence. The two men stared at you, guilt pooling in their eyes when they realized just how inconsiderate they were being towards you.
They were aware of things that could overstimulate you to the point of blinded exhaustion mixed with rage, but even they could forget sometimes. Theyâd never hurt you on purpose, nor would they want to make you feel that way.
You were their partner, all of theirs, and with five of you in the mix, it was easy to let the reminder slip.
âHey,â Kyle called out softly, reaching a hand out to you. When you flinched away from it, an angry glare etched into your eyes, eyebrows taut firm, mouth pressed into a frown, he pulled it away, noting how you were in no mood to be touched. âHey, weâre sorry, dove. Didnât mean to get too much, weâll quiet down.â
Your hands remained over your ears but you could hear him perfectly fine, though made no effort to respond. The little virus in your mind was too occupied with spreading its disease, and you couldnât cure it in a flash. It would take time to settle.
âBonnie?â Johnny asked. You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head. It was too much. You needed space to breathe, and surely, theyâd understand that.
Stepping away from them and out of the room without another word, the first person who popped in your head was Price. His office was right down the hall, so you stomped towards it, keeping your head low and your ears covered.
You didnât bother knocking. You never had to with him, and he always kept it unlocked for when you wanted to see him, or needed to, in this case.
âHey, pretty girl,â Price greeted warmly when you yanked open his door and stepped inside, before promptly hurling it closed.
His eyes followed you as you made your way over to the couch he kept in his office just for you, watching as you plopped yourself on it. Knees to your chest, sour expression, ears covered. It was enough indication for him to read the room.
You needed a quiet space, and that was something he could always give you.
Price silently stood from his desk, crouching down to one of his drawers. Tugging it open, he pulled out one of the blankets he kept on hand for you. Normally for when youâd take a nap in his presence, but this time it was for comfort.
Walking over, he stood in front of you, head tilted and eyes taking in your appearance. You were flustered and disheveled, and his heart ached seeing you shut down. He knew it was just all apart of who you were, but he still felt pained seeing you unhappy.
âHere, bug,â he offered with a kind smile, using careful hands to place the blanket around your shoulders. He wrapped you up in it, before stepping back, allowing you the space you needed until you were ready. âYou want some music?â
Shaking your head, you continued glaring down at the floor, tugging the blanket tighter around yourself in a secure cocoon.
âAlright. Iâll be over there, okay?â He gestured to his desk, but when you didnât respond, he took no offense and returned to his paperwork anyway.
The two of you sat in silence for the duration of your visit. He didnât mind, and would cast the occasional glance in your direction to make sure you were well, before returning to his work.
The silence was needed. It calmed you, smoothed over your nerves and ceased the thumping of your heart and loud voices in your head. When you came to, you instantly made a mental note to apologize to Johnny and Kyle, but for now, you could welcome the quiet.
It took about an hour for you to move from your spot. An hour for you to calm. An hour for you to become aware.
The wildfire was finally put out, and you could breathe again without the angry smoke of it to strangle you.
Standing up from the couch, you wordlessly walked over to Price. He glanced up at you from his paperwork, placing his pen down and leaning back in his chair. He was patient, not making a first move until you did, but when you stood in front of him with a kicked-puppy expression, he opened his arms.
âCâmon, bug,â he assured lovingly.
You didnât hesitate, stumbling into his lap and allowing yourself to be embraced in the comforting warmth of his arms. They wrapped around you, holding you to his chest. One hand lifted to lightly stroke through your hair.
âWant to talk about it?â he asked, and you shook your head from where it was buried in the crook of his neck. âThatâs okay. Just needed some peace and quiet, hm?â
âMhm,â you hummed into his skin, eliciting a light laugh from him. It rumbled against you, filling you with glowing warmth and making you sink into him further.
Price pressed a chaste kiss on the side of your head, smiling down at you when you peeked your head out from his neck, gazing at you as if you put all of the stars in the sky.
(You definitely ended up apologizing to both Johnny and Kyle later on, resulting in plenty of hugs and kisses to go around, and a brief smack on each of their heads when Simon found out about what they did.)
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Hobbies Part 4.
~Azriel X Reader~
Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that thereâs more to life than he thought?
Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader
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Warnings: tiny tiny bit of angst but this is mainly fluff :)
Notes: Thank you guys for all the love on this series! I love reading all your comments <3
âNo Azriel! Thatâs way too much sugar!â
Frustrated, Azriel sighed, halting his pouring of the sugar into the mixing bowl and heavily slamming the bag onto the counter, where it fell over and sugar spilled out of the bag covering his kitchen top.
Trying to keep his cool, Azriel replied through gritted teeth, âFine. You do it then! This is a lot more work than I thought it would be anywaysâ.
Y/N placed her small hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him, giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. It did the job, Azriel breathing in deeply through his nose and immediately apologising for his outburst.
âItâs alright,â she smiled, removing her hand from him so she could start to clean up the mess he had made, âitâs not that big of a deal. I just didnât want you to rot your pretty little teeth with all that sugar.â
Sighing, Azriel moved to help Y/N, âIâm sorry, Iâm not very good at this, you would have been better off doing it alone.â
âNonsense, the point of this is that youâre trying something new. It wouldnât be very good if you gave up this easyâ
Azriel would never understand how Y/N could always be so happy and calm, especially when dealing with his bad moods and sudden angry outbursts constantly ruining their time together. No matter how much Azriel tried to shove her away or how many times he got mad at her, Y/N was always there, smile on her face, a soothing presence to help draw him back from the darkness. Y/N was an angel sent by the mother.
He couldnât imagine anyone else he knew being patient enough to teach him how to bake, but here Y/N was. She had turned up at his door, bag of goods in hand and announced they were going to make a cake together before matching into his flat.
Azriel was glad he had started opening his curtains and fixed the holes his knives had left in the wall, which as the days went by started looking a little less like Rhysandâs face. He had even moved the sketchbook and pencils Y/N had gifted him off the floor of his flat. He wouldnât have liked to have seen her distraught face if she had entered his flat only to have seen them gathering dust on the floor.
So here they were, squashed together in his small kitchen, attempting to bake a cake. Once the sugar was cleared, they continued with the recipe. Only this time Y/N hovered her hands close to Azrielâs whenever he poured something into the bowl to ensure there werenât any more mishaps. Though he wasnât sure how much that helped, the ghost of her touch making his hands shake nervously.
Batter complete, Y/N carefully transferred it into the container for baking and placed it into the oven. âNow we waitâ she hummed, licking the cake mixture from her fingers before removing her apron, Azrielâs eyes transfixed on the movement.
âUh, would you like to go sit down while we wait?â Azriel awkwardly stuttered, as if not sure how to converse now that there was a break in activity.
Y/N completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere that Azriel had imagined, happily skipped over to his living room before hopping onto one of his sofas, bring her legs up and tucking them under her. Azriel followed like a lost puppy and made to sit on the same sofa as her before he changed his mind, not wanting to make Y/N uncomfortable and sat in the chair opposite.
âI see youâve taken up decorating,â Y/N teased, sight set on the wall where the holes at once been, where Azriel had done a terrible job of attempting to plaster them back up, âmaybe donât quit your job. I donât really see a future for you in interior design.â
Azriel acknowledged her joke with a scoff but failed to reply. Instead, his focus was on Y/Nâs dress now she had removed the apron which had been hiding it since she arrived at his door. Her dress was a lovely shade of cobalt blue, similar to that of his siphons, and was different to the normally bright colours she wore that reflected the usual Day Court attire. If he squinted he could trace the delicate silver threads that trailed over the material depicting swirls and markings that reflected that of the Illyrian tattoos he and his brothers bore. Azriel shook his head, no, the details were too small for him to make out from this distance, he was just seeing what he wanted to see.
âYour dress is pretty, is it new?â He asked wanting to sate his curiosity. At this Y/N blushed a deep shade of red and sat up a little straighter, âohâŚum yes I had some free time earlier this week and I was feeling inspired so I made a few new thingsâ.
âIt looks⌠itâs greatâ Azriel cursed himself for giving such a poor response but he was too stunned by his shadows whispering to him that Y/N had made it with him in mind. His shadows message was what drew him back to reality. There was no way in hell that Y/N would use him as inspiration. His shadows, though they werenât normally, were wrong.
Wanting nothing more than to distract himself from his swimming thoughts and shadows teasing that Y/N admires and appreciates him, Azriel joked, âno dress for me?â If possible Y/N turned an even deeper shade of red, âI donât think youâd fit in this Az.â
Still unable to tear his eyes from her dress, which hugged her curves so beautifully it was Y/Nâs turn to change the topic, âso how have you been enjoying the Day Court?â
âItâs not the Night Court, but itâs not bad. It has some redeeming qualities.â At his words Azrielâs eyes trailed up Y/Nâs body, over her slightly exposed chest and finally stopped when they met her eyes which were staring right back at him.
Hiding their unspoken words with humour must have been something both Azriel and Y/N shared as she replied, âIâm suprised you didnât burst into flames at the first sign of daylight. Isnât it always dark where youâre from?â
âWhat?â Azriel laughed, thoughts of Y/Nâs dress long gone. âYou think itâs always dark in the Night Court?â
Embarrassed Y/N stutters, âWell⌠itâs just⌠itâs called the Night court!â
By this point Azriel had lost it, tears forced their way out from his eyes as he laughed and laughed at Y/Nâs foolishness. Y/N looked as if she didnât know whether to be amused by Azrielâs reaction or utterly distressed at how stupid she had made herself appear in front of him.
âYou get nighttime in the day court donât you?â Azriel spoke in-between laughs. Now defensive upon realisation that she really had been a fool, Y/N tried to help her situation, âwell itâs not as if Iâve ever been to another courtâ.
Azrielâs laughter stopped at this, he forgets that not everyone has been to as many places as he had. That many people never actually saw the outsides of their own court. That was one fortune of his job role as spymaster.
âWhat do you even do for Helion?â Azriel asked, realising that he didnât even know. It was easy to forget that Y/N was sent here by Helion, that she wasnât spending time with Azriel out of her own free will no matter how much he wished for it to be so.
âI am a courtier. I deal internally within the Day Court. Make sure the people are happy, give their feedback to Helion.â
âSo your whole jobâŚis just to make people happy?â
âItâs a little more than that but yes I make people happy. Canât be doing my job very well if you havenât realised that thoughâ
There it was again. The horrible reminder to Azriel that you werenât here for pleasure, it made something ugly grow inside of him, the realisation that you were only pretending to be his friend.âRight. I forget youâre being paid to be here.â
âActually no, Iâm not. I took the day off todayâ Y/N said it dismissively, as if it wasnât important.
But to Azriel, to him it meant everything. Y/N had taken the day off and had decided out of her own free will that she wanted to come and spend her precious time off with him. Azriel knew from his own count how few and far between getting days off are. Hope glimmered in his chest that perhaps whatever this thing growing between them was, she felt it too. That Y/N wanted to explore it just as badly as Azriel did.
The distance between them suddenly felt too much. Azriel shifted forward, all senses telling him he needed to get closer to the woman sat on the sofa before him.
He wondered if he asked the question, asked why she was here, sheâd be honest and tell him it was for him. Tell him she wanted him just as badly as he found himself wanting her.
But of course, as soon as Azriel opened his mouth, as if knowing what he was about to say, Y/N jumped to her feet interrupting the moment. âOh cauldron the cake!â It was only now Azriel noticed the burning smell slowly creeping through the flat, the two had been so engrossed in each other, in their conversation, that they hadnât realised just how long they had been sat there.
Azriel launched on his own feet, tailing Y/N as she sped to the kitchen and tore the cake from the oven, the top of which was black and smoking.
âWell at least itâs not on fireâ Azriel said and at the same time Y/N huffed âso much for a birthday cake.â
She said it quiet. So quiet that Azriel probably wouldnât have caught it if it wasnât for his shadows repeating it to him as they whispered in his ear.
âYour birthday? You wanted to spend your birthday with me?â Azriel was caught off guard with this information. Y/N, who had been stood there blowing on the cake as if it would suddenly catch on fire, stopped what she was doing and casually replied âyeah?â So casually in fact that she acted as if it was obvious that she would want to spend the day with Azriel, holed up in his flat baking together.
âBut what about your family? Friends?â Azriel was still in disbelief that someone would choose to be with him.
âNo family. And I guess I work so much and spend so much time making sure everyone else is happy that I forget about myself, so no friends reallyâ she shrugged, as if it didnât really bother her and Azriel supposed he could relate. He didnât have any other friends outside the inner circle. And yet where Azriel was cold and moody, even with his found family, Y/N was alone and she acted as if she was the happiest person on the planet. Every time Azriel found himself understanding the Day Court woman, he learnt something new that completely altered what he thought of her.
âCome on are we going to decorate this or not! I hope your cake decorating skills are better than your wall onesâ Y/N smiled up at him, âOoh I totally forgot, I should have given it to you earlier, donât want to get messyâ she began routing through the bag she had brought, until she must have found what she was looking for as she pulled out a spare apron. An apron which was the same shade of bright yellow as her own.
Azriel opened his mouth to protest but his traitorous shadows reminded him that Y/N had decided to spend her birthday with him and urged him to go along with what she says to keep her happy. With a grumble Azriel put on the sun-coloured item, a flat look on his face as he glanced down at Y/N who was positively beaming.
âThe mother sent you to torture me didnât sheâ Azriel was sure he said it in relation to the uncharacteristically bright clothing she had made him wear but now, eyes hovering over her body once more, he wondered if he was talking more about the agony of being in her presence and not acting on the feelings stirring within him.
âYou caught meâ, she giggled playfully as she busied herself preparing the ingredients needed for the icing, âI was sent here to make your life miserableâ
Unable to stop the words coming from his mouth Azriel couldnât help but say, âwell youâre not doing a very good job of thatâ That earned him a wink and an air kiss from Y/N, Azriel found himself wishing to know what her lips would feel like elsewhere. What they would feel like on his.
Thankful that Y/N had chosen to make the icing herself, Azriel watched on as she stirred the bowl, happily chatting away to him about her week and all the people she had helped at work.
It was in this domestic bliss that he allowed himself to dream. To imagine what his life would be like if Y/N was from the Night Court. He imagined coming home from work to find her in the kitchen baking, a kiss on his cheek in greeting as she tells him all about his day, about the dresses she made. It was a life Azriel could never have, not while they both had loyalties to their own courts, but he allowed himself to dream.
A tentative touch to his hand pulled him back to reality. Y/N was holding the tips of his fingers, face full of concern as she looked up at him, âAre you ok?â
Azrielâs breath caught in his throat at their closeness, heat crossing his cheeks, âYeah, never better. Are we going to start?â Y/Nâs smile returned but her eyes still flashed with worry, âShow me what you got bat boy.â
The cake wasnât pretty. A mash of different brightly coloured icing mixed together in an unorganised mess. Some of which was smudged on their hands, faces and aprons as they struggled to try and make the cake look appetising after it had been burnt. Now they both stood admiring their hard work which stood lopsided on the kitchen counter.
âI guess we eat it now right?â Y/N said, reaching over for the knife on the top to cut into it.
âOne minuteâ Azrielâs words stopped her reaching and he rooted through the cupboard above him looking for something. âAhaâ he said victoriously, pulling out a single candle, the type made for lighting a room, not a birthday cake. But all the same, Azriel stuck it in the middle of the uneven cake and lit the flame. It wasnât perfect but Azriel as proud, proud he had made something for once instead of the usual destruction he leaves in his wake.
âMake a wishâ he spoke softly, traces of a smile creeping onto his face as he watched Y/N hold her icing-stained hair back as she leaned forward to blow the candle out, closing her eyes tightly as if she was wishing really hard.
âWhat did you wish for?â He asked, something stirring inside him.
âIt wonât come true if I tell you sillyâ Y/N said as she plucked the candle from the cake so she could serve it. Cutting them both a slice they lifted it to their lips, each taking a bite.
It was the most disgusting thing Azriel had ever tasted and it was most definitely his lack of baking skills to blame. Y/Nâs eyes bulged and she grabbed a napkin before spitting the cake in her mouth out into it. Azriel, not quite as ladylike, spat it onto the plate in his hands.
âIâm sorry I ruined your birthday cakeâ Azriel anxiously said as he watched Y/N help herself to water and start chugging it in an attempt to get rid of the taste. She shook her head, swallowing the last gulp of her water before saying, âit was perfect Az. Thank you for spending the day with me.â
Realising that they had finished doing what she had come for and that she would now take her leave, an odd sense of fear sparked in Azriel. Fear that he didnât want the day to end, that he could spend forever surrounded by the vanilla-scented presence of this beautiful woman before him. So Azriel took a leap.
âWould you like to go out? For your birthday of courseâ
Y/Nâs eyes snapped to his and for a moment Azriel was worried she was going to say no. But then the biggest grin he had ever seen on her face broke out and Y/N squealed, âYes!â
âGreat! Great!â panic now filled Azriel as he had no idea what they were actually going to do, âdo youâŚdo you mind if I have a few hours to come up with something?â
Y/N agreed, saying how it would be best to wash the icing from her hair and change first, and so she packed her bag and walked to the door to leave. Azriel, opened it for her the promise of seeing her later on his lips when Y/N leaned up and placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek causing his jaw to drop in shock.
A shy giggle left her mouth at his reaction, her sweet voice filling his red ears as she said, âIâll see you soon Azâ His eyes chased after her as she left, travelling down to linger on her beautiful dress once more, the silver markings, his markings, glistening in the light as she walked.
Azriel stayed rooted to the spot, staring into space at the corner of the corridor where she had just left. Unsure of how long he had been there, his senses returned when his neighbour walked round the corner, jumping in shock at seeing the large Illyrian warrior stood there in a frilly yellow apron. Azriel grunted and slammed the door shut.
Part 5
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Notes: would you guys like to vote where Azriel takes her in the next part or would you like to leave it up to me?
Enjoy the fluff while it lasts thereâs still lots of angst to come :)
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This homemade creamed spinach is one of my favorite sides. Serve it over rice, noodles, baked potatoes, grits, or just by itself. This recipe calls for fresh spinach, onions, and garlic in an easy-to-make cream sauce that starts with a roux.
https://www.smalltownwoman.com/creamed-spinach/
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Nights Spent In; Azul Ashengrotto
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship
Word Count; 700+
Author's Note; This is for one of my first mutuals @azulashengrottospiano! I hope you enjoy this, and some domestic Azul! [and I'm keeping a screenshot of your ask ^v^]
As a reminder, do not put my work â or others for that matter â into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
Safe to say your social battery was pretty much at zero. You had fun, yes, but all you wanted to do was stay at home in some ridiculously comfortable pyjamas, eat leftovers from lunch, cuddle a bit, and maybe look through the storage container labelled Games! :D since there could be some hidden gems in there. And right now you were cuddled up under a super chunky knit blanket, snug as a bug in a rug.
You were content just putting the leftovers from lunch in the microwave, but Azul had insisted that he made the both of you dinner. You didnât mind, since you had a nice view of him working away in the kitchen, muttering the recipe of tonightâs dinner to himself. He was even wearing the frilly apron and kitschy oven mitts.
What a dork. I love him so much. You giggled to yourself, watching Azul go about the kitchen, off in his own little world.Â
Sighing, you got up â the blanket draped over your shoulders so you were still in your nice blanket burrito â and shuffled over to the Games! :D container, seeing if there was anything interesting that Azul wouldnât just automatically win. You loved him, but if he made you go bankrupt again in this worldâs version of Monopoly one more time you swore that you werenât going to give him any kisses. You may love him, but he was not a humble winner.Â
So any strategy games were completely out the window, luck based games were more on your side⌠hopefully luck just decided to favour you tonight. At least you had a cute chef at the least.
Hmm? Whatâs this? Blowing off the dust you pulled out an old edition of Snakes and Ladders. It relied only on luck, so it was perfect!
âHey, sweetie,â you called to the kitchen.
Azul was just placing your dinner in the oven, it would take about thirty minutes to bake, so he had time to spare⌠and for you? He could spare all the time in the world for you. âWhat is it, darling?â
You held up the game under your chin and gave him your biggest smile. âWanna play?â You waggled eyebrows for some added flair, and it made Azul chuckle.
âFine, one round, but I wonât go easy on you,â he said, sitting down at the coffee table. He eyed the game, and squinted his eyes at the dice. A luck-based game? Playing your cards right I see.
âYou never do,â you shot him a wink and rolled the dice. You moved your piece forward, not hitting any ladders.
Azul rolled his eyes, but took his turn, overtaking you by two spaces, also not hitting any ladders. âWould you rather that I did?â He looked up at you through his lashes, a small smug smile on his face.Â
You hummed as you took your turn, getting a ladder and going up a row. âNo, itâs more fun like this, plus youâre extra cute when you get fired up.â
Azul pushed up his glasses, trying to ignore the warmth that had seeped into his cheeks. âFlattery wonât help you, my dear, when I win.â
âWeâll see about that.~â
The rest of the game was spent in silence, the occasional tch escaping when either of you hit a snake, but the game was neck in neck. You had to roll a perfect six to win, and Azul a four, and it was his turn. The both of you had your fingers crossed.
He rolled a two, the exact number that he didnât want. He moved his piece forward and gritted his teeth as he moved it down two rows. He sighed, handing over the die. He knew that he had most likely lost this game.
You gently took it, and rolled a six. You had won. âLooks like luck was on my side tonight,â you grinned.
Azul grumbled, but he couldnât stay mad at you. âWould you like a prize for that?â It was part sarcasm, but also part genuine question.
You placed a kiss on his cheek. âJust spending time with you is a prize in its own right⌠but I wonât say no to your cooking either!â
It wasnât really a prize, as you were already getting his cooking for dinner, but it nonetheless made Azul feel soft and warm. The two of you really should spend more nights in if they were going to be like this.
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EVERY WHERE I GO
i. WHERE LEE HEESEUNG will go to the moon and back to show you off. youâd always promise each other to be there, wherever the other would go, even if it meant just in the heart.
GNRE fluff, angst, established relationship. PRNG clingy!lee heeseung x reader OTHR swearing, long distance. WRDS 1.5k ( 1573 words )
JAY VER. JAKE VER. HOON VER.
âHEREâS US IN BALI!â heeseung showed the photo to his group mate, who seemingly had no interest in you or your summer trip to Bali, or that you almost lost your swim suit or what hilarious thing that happened with some waiter.. or was it the air stewardess?
Either way, Yujin smiled tiredly and sighed. âNice.â She let out, continuing to write while the boy continued to babble. âAnd it cost us every dollar we had, but it was so worth it! She even was going to buy me a watch! Of course I refused to.. but listen, she actually offered to get me one! Isnât she such a generous girlfriend.â
Yujin, with her chin on her palm, gave a fake smile and kept her eyes big, âYeah! Crazy!â She humoured the boy. All the poor girl wanted to do was complete her partner-project, but it seemed like her partner was more focused on his own personal partner..
Just in luck, you left him a text, saying you were around the cafe they were at. His eyes instantly lit up and Yujin scooted to view the dilemma. She almost fought a chuckle at his reaction.
The boy was giddy. Giggling and tapping his feet to the beat of imaginary music as he texted you back.
heebeeâŁď¸ ok baby, come quick! ilysm đĽ°
Smiling at his cute response, you type out a quick âI love you tooâ and put your phone back in your bag, using your hand to shade yourself from the sun.
Nearing the outdoor bench, you waved and smiled at Heeseung as he gave you one back as well. At your arrival, Yujin let out a sigh of relief and started packing her stuff. âHi, baby!â He smiled wider and held your hand as you stood next to him.
âHey, hee!â You giggled. âHi, Yujin!â
âHi!â She gave an exaggerated smile. âPlease take control of your person.â Yujin whispered to you with gritted teeth, grabbing her iced coffee and leaving immediately, leaving you to snicker but redden up. It wasnât the first time someone had mentioned something similar about heeseungâs clingy affection.
He greeted you with a kiss on your cheek as you sat down, âI missed you so much, you have no idea.â You rolled your eyes and giggled, looking down at his hands wrapped around your arm.
âMe too, hee. Câmon.â You smiled and grabbed his hand, packing his stuff and leaving the bench.
HIS FRIENDS DIDNâT HAVE IT EASY EITHER, dealing with his needy complaints ever since Heeseung started dating you.
âI miss her.. you know yesterday she made me waffles for breakfast? She even made me dinner the same night! Oh god, why donât you ever make me dinner.â Heeseung gave Beomgyu the stink-eye.
Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows, âHey. I make us dinner all the time!â
Heeseung rolled his eyes and threw his head back with a groan. âI donât want to eat âBettyâs healthy late night easy-to-make recipes for the whole familyâ every night. Her chicken is raw!â
Beomgyu gasped at his dorm mate, âYou ungrateful shit, Betty is the best! You just donât like gourmet meals or precious old ladies!â His words made heeseung roll his eyes again.
âItâs not Betty that I donât like. And Iâd love a gourmet meal, itâs your brain that gets every idea from the fake Facebook mom groups you join that I hate!â Heeseung spat out more angrily as Beomgyu gasped ever heavier, almost accidentally choking.
âYouâre just bitter that you failed Highschool home economics! Itâs not my fault you burnt every thing we made!â Heeseung glared at the long-haired boy. âYou dipshi-â
He stopped almost choking Beomgyu when he heard the door open, seeing your confused figure outside.
He smiled immediately and practically floated to you. âHi baby.â He grinned and wrapped his arms around your neck, pressing a kiss on your head, then ten more on your face. His gesture made you giggle as you looked away from him.
Beomgyu made a disgusted face but smiled when you waved at him. âDonât mind him, heâs just bitter.â Heeseung smiled affectionately at you, but turned to scowl at his roommate.
The latter gasped at his words. âYeah, and your boyfriend is an ungrateful brat!â Beomgyu yelled out as Heeseung brought you into his room, once again turning to scowl at the boy.
BUT AT TIMES, YOU COULDNâT BE THERE. âWhat is it?â You smile at your boyfriend, who had came over to your dorm a few minutes ago to break whatever âexciting, mind-blowing, life-changingâ news he had.
He jumped on the couch and held your hand with a giddy smile on his face. âAre you sure? Itâs really big news!â
Rolling your eyes, you sigh with a smile. âYes! Câmon!â
Heeseung pursed his lips before speaking again. âOk, ok. So you know how Iâve been like.. dreaming of that super exclusive three-year internship, study programme thing right?â
You nod, remembering the nights of sleep heâd miss to upgrade his resume and get the chance to go. âWell.. I made it! Iâm going!â You jumped up at his words, gasping and hugging him immediately. âOh my god, thatâs great! Youâve worked so hard, Iâm so proud of you!â
âI know, I canât believe it.â He pulled away to look at your eyes. âThank you.. for supporting me all the time. I..â his smile turned a bit more sad, you could see it in his eyes. âI want to spend all the time I have left here with you..â
Confused rested in your expression. Your eyebrows furrowed, you tried to smile still. âWhat? The time you have left? What- what are you saying, hee?â
He sighed again, but quiet enough to not worry you. âIâm.. the programme is abroad. Itâs in the states..â Your eyebrows raised and you took a deep breath in. âWow.. thatâs.. uh- far.â You looked down but smiled again when you saw his worried expression.
âBut itâs good! You know.. the US has a ton of.. amazing opportunities.â You smiled, masking your sadness â you still were happy for him, no matter how hard it would be.
He frowned at your pitiful expression. âBaby.. I donât want anything to happen to our relationship, ok? I know long distance is hard but weâve been through so much together already! 3 years apart canât do much harm, can it?â You look up at him, and his beautiful, hopeful doe eyes make you smile and nod. âOf course not.â
A wave of relief washes over him as he hugs you tight, not wanting to let go â as if youâd vanish if he did.
THE DAYS WITH HIM were everything youâd ever dreamed of and more. He took you to amusement parks, fancy dinners, bought you flowers and pretty rings â you felt like you had just won the prince you had always dreamt of as a little girl.
but it every fairytale, there is some sort of heartbreak, and this was that moment.
âIâm going to miss you so much..â you muttered into his shoulder, raising your head to avoid your tears coming out. Even though you wore waterproof mascara just for this occasion. He pulled away, putting the flowers he had received from his mom on top of his suit case and pulled you in for another tighter hug.
He left no words, as he embraced you as close as he could, lifting your feet off the airport floors for a second before putting you down. He couldnât say anything to you, he was sure heâd choke up.
âWhy are you crying?â You said, wiping a running tear off his cheek and chuckling, even though you felt your tears running down as well. He laughed too, at your words and hold your face in his hands. âIâll miss you so much too.. you canât even imagine.â
You smile in content, resting your foreheads against each other. âWeâll be alright. Iâll be there!â You put your hand against his chest, right on his heart, âHere. Iâll always be here.â He looked down at your hand and held it with his own.
Looking back at you, he pressed a kiss on your forehead. âI know you will.â He smiled and tilted his head to kiss your lips softly. When you pulled your lips away, his parents came rushing from the bathroom. âDid we miss anything?â They frantically said.
You both chuckle and shake your head. âNo, I was just about to go.â He pulls away from you to hug and wish goodbye to his teary-eyed mother and proud dad. âI love you guys.â
âI love you. So much. Remember that alright?â He smiled teasingly, making you roll your glistening eyes. âMhm, mhm, I love you too.â Pecking his lips one more time, he smiles and smoothes out your hair before going. âBye!â
After waving, Mrs. Lee blows her nose quickly as heeseungâs father leads her down. You give one last wave to heeseung and motion a call sign with your hand, signalling him to call you on the plane. He giggles and waves back, sending a flying kiss and nodding. âY/n, are you coming?â
You turn to heeseungâs father and immediately walk towards them. âMhm. Letâs go.â
And when you reached home, you were pleased to find a text from him attached with a selfie of him and his hand on his chest while seated on the plane.
heebeeâŁď¸ right here with me âď¸đ
NOTE cutie little heebee is too much. yapped a lot here but this was so adorable I almost GAVE UP. I need someone like hee or else Iâll explode, srsly. and yes plans for the rest of hyung line r up.. if i have enough ideas Iâll do for the maknae line possibly??? I HAVE TOO MANY SERIES IDEAS I CANT EVEN FINISH ONE (..most including ones of my old works)
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Battinson and Food
Heâs vegetarian and I will hear none of your crap
Depression meals, so many depression meals
I already made a post of his greatest hits here but here's three more:
A whole tub of apple sauce
Instant grits mixed with a hot chocolate packet
And a bowl of croutons
Some meals have actually graduated from the ��Depression Mealâ category to âWhenever I Can Sneak It Out of the Kitchenâ status (because Alfred is appalled every time)
Dick, with the invincible, titanium-lined stomach of a 9yo, doesnât know why Bruce makes them, but he loves taking bites of Bruceâs weird concoctions.
His favorites so far are:
Cream cheese and jelly sandwich
Spoonfuls of peanut butter (with chocolate chips, that was his idea)
And frozen garlic bread
Diner Food is King. (This is New Jersey. What did you expect?) His go-to order is two eggs over easy, well-done rye toast, grits with syrup and butter, and a fruit cup with no melons from the 24-hour place two blocks east. Hasnât changed since he was five. Never will.
Bruce can cook food that is edible. Edible.
Like if he tries to make Italian, he can successfully cook the pasta. He can make a basic sauce. He can even plate it.
The tomato sauce is crunchy in some places, yes, but itâs fine :) and it is edible
but Bruce has NEVER succeeded in a baking endeavor, and it positively devastates him every single time
âBaking is science! I love science! Iâm great at science. So why didnât the cake rise when I did everything on the recipe?!â âYou need to make it with love-â âThat wasnât on the ingredients list, Alfred!â
He can handle spice surprisingly well. Itâs not like he could avoid it while training all over the world, so he ended up building a tolerance, but his eyes still go unbelievably red every time.
He really fucks with bagels (I mean, what self-respecting Gothamite doesnât) and he has a very specific bagel order for every possible mood from the great place downtown
The workers at Bagel Kingdom know which moods correspond with which order, and they have a designated spreadsheet taped to the back of the counter so they can work accordingly.
They know heâs barely hanging in there when he gets a toasted blueberry bagel with no butter.
Heâs having a good day when he gets a plain bagel sandwich with tomato, provolone, two fried eggs, and hot sauce. In that order. Thatâs the shit
When heâs stressed, he gets a pumpernickel bagel with strawberry cream cheese to cheer himself up.
The workers of Bagel Kingdom will NOT let you disrespect his bagel.
Bruce almost burnt the tower down when he tried to cook a toaster waffle in the microwave while running on 40 hours without sleep, and he just kept cooking it because it wasnât crisping for some reason
Alfred needs to force him to eat all the time
(It is definitely because Bruce suffers from disordered eating.)
There was one period of time in which Bruce went days without food, and Alfred (lovingly) threatened to send him to in-patient if he didnât eat
Bruce said that those gross, mushy, lukewarm blueberries were the only thing heâd tolerate when he was struggling, so blueberries became their indicator: if Bruce canât stomach blueberries, he goes to in-patient.
Heâs gone twice, and Bruce was very mad each time, but he still uses healing methods that he was taught in there so it couldnât have been that bad.
(Heâs also friends with some of the nurses now. He, Denise, and Kayleigh have a group chat.)
Dick once convinced him to test taste different kinds of olive oil to learn the difference between regular and extra virgin. It was absolutely disgusting, and he ended up puking an hour later. Alfred now puts child locks on the kitchen cabinets.
The first time Bruce ever makes a meal that doesnât look horrid is when he spends two weeks practicing Romani dishes for Dick the month after he adopts him.
He has since perfected three different recipes:
Stuffed peppers
Goulash
Cabbage rolls
(Keep in mind Dick is not vegetarian like Bruce.)
He tried making almond cake like 80 times (which is more like a biscuit but still a baked good) but could never do it right so Alfred makes them instead.
At dinner time, Dick always eats off Bruceâs plate more than his own. Alfred has chastised him several times, but Bruce only encourages him more. He thinks itâs cute. And so does the general public when they attend dinner parties.
One of Bruce's favorite memories of his parents is when he had a bad dream in the middle of the night so Thomas and Martha drove him out to the nearest diner to have a chocolate milkshake at 3 am.
Now, after patrol, if Bruce saw something traumatic or something that reminded him of his parentsâ death, heâll go to that same 24-hour diner and sit for a bit with a chocolate milkshake.
He continues this tradition after Dick becomes Robin. (Even if it took months for Bruce to even consider the idea of letting Dick near harmâs way.)
No matter how hard he tries to keep Dick away from the gruesome stuff, he canât stop everything. They get milkshakes a lot more than Bruce would like.
But eventually, it turns into a treat whenever Dick does well in school or needs a pick-me-up.
And when they add Jason to the mix, they introduce him to the tradition as well.
They know everything will be okay when they have chocolate milkshakes together.
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Kara Danvers vs. The Carolina Reaper
Itâs not that Siobhan was catty.Â
Itâs that she fucking hated Kara Danvers.
The sickeningly-bubbly cheerful little blonde was anathema to her. She had a career to be building, yet somehow this random ditz had the ear of Cat Grant.
The idea came to her when she saw Kara picking the jalapeĂąos off her salad. She doesnât like spice, Siobhan thought to herself, as she scoured the internet for the perfect plan that night. She practically cackled as she ordered the hottest sauce available on the planet - an impressive Carolina Reaper sauce.
Let it all burn, she thought.
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It was easy enough to sneak in the sauce.
First thing in the morning, Siobhan asked Cat Grant what she wanted for lunch that day. âYou surprise me,â Cat said, her voice pleased. âContinue to be proactive, and youâll do very well here, Siobhan. Iâll take a salad - I donât care what type, as long as it has a cheeseburger on it.â
âOf course, Ms. Grant,â Siobhan said.
As Siobhan strolled out of the office, she spotted Kara looking up at her - confused, perhaps a bit jealous. Almost as though she had heard Siobhanâs conversation⌠but that was, of course, impossible. âMs. Grant wants burgers for lunch,â Siobhan said sweetly, âWould you like me to get you anything?â
Kara blinked back in confusion. âSure,â she replied, reaching for her wallet, âJust a cheeseburger. No, two cheeseburgers.â
Siobhan waved her off. âItâs on me,â she replied.
âAww, thanks Siobhan.â
Siobhan grinned as she turned away. Two cheeseburgers, and she keeps that figure?, Siobhan thought jealously. She totally deserves this.
Hours later, when Siobhan finally got the burgers, she carefully placed two dollaps of hot sauce on Karaâs tomatoes. From the instructions, Siobhan knew that would be more than enough to cause the blonde agony. Maybe sheâll even cry, she thought delightedly.
But as she sat back down, watching Kara take her first bite, there was⌠nothing. No response, no screaming. Karaâs brow furrowed briefly at the taste, and she even pulled out the tomato she had partially bitten into, then she carried on.
Siobhan grit her teeth.
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I just didnât use enough last time, Siobhan thought, thatâs all.Â
The next day, she offered to get Cat some Chinese food for lunch. Everyone knew that Kara Danvers was a certified potsticker addict.
Siobhan carefully took the container of potsticker sauce, mixing in a generous pour of the reaper sauce. Thisâll do it, Siobhan thought, as she dropped off the potstickers and sauce on Karaâs desk. âThe Chinese place accidentally gave me an extra order,â she said breezily, âI guess you can have it.â
âWow, thanks Siobhan!â Kara replied.
Siobhan shuffled over to her desk again, just as Kara dipped the first potsticker into the sauce, and popped it in her mouth. And again, the blondeâs brow furrowed. This is it, Siobhan thought.
But Kara swallowed the potsticker, eyeing the sauce curiously, before reaching for a second potsticker - which she popped into her mouth without sauce.
âSomething wrong?â Siobhan asked furiously.
âNah, I think they just messed up the sauce,â Kara replied.
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Her final attempt.
A desperate attempt.
Siobhan emptied half of what remained in the bottle into a tomato soup she had gotten from the store. This has got to work, she thought, as she walked up to Karaâs desk. âHey,â Siobhan said casually, âI made some of my family's soup recipe last night, but I have too much. Do you want some?â
âOh,â Kara said, glancing up confusedly - but taking the container and plastic spoon. âThatâs sweet, Siobhan, thank you. Gosh, youâve been so nice to me lately.â
Siobhan smiled demurely, and stepped away to take a seat at her desk, watching Kara out of the corner of her eye.
The blonde took a spoonful in her mouth, and her brow crinkled in response. This is it, Siobhan thought, sheâs going to suffer now.
But Kara swallowed without incident. She merely set her spoon down, with a quizzical look at the bowl. Oh, what the fuck, Siobhan thought.
âKIERA!â Cat shouted from inside the office.
Siobhan watched as the blonde shot up, shuffling away to answer the call. Siobhan stewed in her anger, glaring at the bowl as though she could set it on fire. This bottle must be fake, she thought, taking it out of her purse to test it on herself. She tilted the bottle to her lips, in fury and resignation. Fucking internet scammers.
In the seconds afterwards, Siobhan collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony from the few drops that had passed her lips. What the hell, what the hell, what the hell- she thought, as Kara Danvers and Cat Grant raced to see whatâs wrong.
Siobhan knew full well that spice was capsaicin activating human pain cells. And now she knew her bottle of Carolina Reaper sauce was, in fact, the real deal. But she couldn't have known that her annoying blonde coworker was a famed kryptonianâŚ
Who only tasted something oddly bitter.
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Okay! đCould you write something about married couple and s/o wants a baby so bad. But baekhyun is not ready or confused idk. He doesn't want it for now. Reader is really disappointed and sad. She loves babies so much and can't wait have one. But baekhyun's reaction (angry or annoying) is made her angry/sad. A big fight but a happy end please. đĽşđĽş (maybe some tears too)
If it is not okay for you then no problem! đź
Thank you đ
Hope you like this, anon đ Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader Word Count: 1.7k Genre: Angst and Fluff Warnings: None that I can think of
The evening had been lovely. You and your husband, Baekhyun, had spent it strolling through the tree lined park near your home. It was verging on autumn and there was a slight chill in the air, but the full cold of fall hadnât hit yet. The sun had almost completely set but it wasnât fully dark yet. You two were holding hands and chatting about how your days had been.Â
You were recently unemployed, having left your job as a nurse due to increasing stress and anxiety. Currently, you were playing full time homemaker so that meant you were home alone all day while Baekhyun was at work at a consultancy firm. The days were long but fulfilling. You tried your best to keep yourself occupied, trying new recipes, as well as arts and crafts, reading and writing and regular exercise. The break was nice and it had you contemplating what you really wanted to do with your life, where your true priorities lay.
âActually, I wanted to talk to you about something,â you said. Baekhyun had just finished telling you about a new project he was taking on at work, and all the responsibilities that were going to come along with it. He loved his job but you knew how demanding it could be, keeping him at the office for long hours. Thankfully he was paid generously for his hard work.
âWhat is it?â He looked at you and squeezed your hand a little.Â
âWell, I was thinking since Iâm home now and weâre settled, it might be the perfect time to start trying for a baby. We finally have the time and space for it.â
Baekhyun snorted. âRight. Very funny.â
He kept on walking beside you. You didnât know what you expected his reaction to be but it certainly wasnât that. Why would he think you were joking about something like this? âIâm being serious, Baek. Letâs start a family.âÂ
Baekhyun said nothing for a few moments and you waited in tense silence, listening to the gravel crunching under your shoes. This conversation was already not going the way you had anticipated.
âYN, babe, Iâve just spent the last ten minutes telling you about the new client and how Iâm project leader and all the extra hours of work Iâm going to be taking on and you come back with this?â
âIâm not saying itâs going to be easy. And I know how hard youâre working and I appreciate it so much, especially now. But this is important too.â
Baekhyun scoffed and you felt hurt. âItâs out of the question,â he said, his tone one of finality.Â
âWhat? We canât even talk about it?â
âThereâs nothing to talk about. Thereâs no way we can have a baby right now.â He was dismissing you and you felt enraged all of a sudden.
You pulled your hand out of his. âWhy are you being so cold?â You had to work to keep your voice even. You werenât trying to make a scene, there were couples, families, children milling about the place enjoying the evening and you didnât need to be the story they talked about as they got home.
âIâm not doing this here,â he said, testily.Â
Annoyed, you began walking ahead of him, back towards the home you shared. You arrived and Baekhyun followed soon after, a look of irritation on his face. âYouâre being childish leaving me behind like that.â
âIâm childish? You wonât even talk to me!âÂ
âI told you what I thought.â
âNo, you made a decision for the both of us and then acted like I was the unreasonable one for having an issue with that. Do you not want to have kids with me?â
âAll I said was not now,â he said, his teeth gritted. He was angry, a rare sight, and seeing him angry only made you more angry.
âWhat do you mean, not now? Weâre both in our thirties, Baek! Itâs not like weâre in our early twenties anymore with all the time in the world to wait. It only gets harder the older you get.â
âSo what? If it doesnât happen, it doesnât happen,â Baekhyun shot back and your jaw dropped.
âAre you fucking kidding me right now? Iâve always said Iâve wanted kids. You know this. You said you wanted them too when we got married. And now this? What the fuck, Baekhyun?â
âDonât you get it, YN? I have enough going on right now as it is. Work is insane, Iâm having to work longer and longer hours, take on all these new responsibilities. You quit your job so I have to keep everything afloat financially all by myself. And now you want this?â
Your eyes widened, tears filling them at his words. It felt like heâd slapped you. Heâd never made you feel guilty for not working. When you left your job, Baekhyun had been nothing but kind and supportive, telling you that he had everything handled and that you should take your time to decide when and even if you wanted to return to work, that you had nothing to worry about.
The hurt on your face made Baekhyun soften. He tried to walk back his statement, âI didnât mean it like that⌠I just meant-â
âForget it. Just forget I said anything. Iâm going to bed,â you said, your voice even. You turned to and began walking down the hallway. You heard your husband calling for your attention but you ignored him. After you had washed up, you got in bed and began to cry silent tears alone. How had it all gone so wrong?
Baekhyun entered the bedroom about an hour later. You closed your eyes as he came in, pretending to be asleep on your tear soaked pillowcase. You were in no mood to talk to him right now.
âYN,â you heard him say from behind you. You pretended you didnât hear him, staying as still as you could, hoping he would think you were asleep and leave you alone. No such luck. When Baekhyun wanted to talk, he was relentless about it.
âYN, come onâŚâ he said, approaching you from behind. âI know youâre not asleep.â He put his hand on your shoulder and jiggled you lightly.
You turned onto your back and looked up at him with swollen eyes and lips. It was clear that you had been crying this whole time and that broke his heart. He hated seeing you cry more than anything.
âBaby, donât cry,â Baekhyun said softly. He produced a bouquet of sad looking carnations from behind his back and held it out to you. âSorry, I know theyâre not great but I got them at the gas station. Theyâre all I could get at this time of night.â
You sat up against the headboard of your bed and said nothing, but you took the bouquet in your hand, fingering the petals of the flowers.
Baekhyun sat down beside you facing you. âI want to apologize for what I said earlier. I never meant to make it sound like I blame you for any stress Iâm feeling. And I love having you not work to be honest. I love the fact that youâre always there when I come home, that we get to spend so much more time together.â
You put the flowers down beside you and took his hand in yours. âI appreciate that.â You gave him a sad smile. It obviously didnât heal your heart but you appreciated his effort in trying to comfort you. Baekhyun was the only man youâd ever been with who actually gave a shit if you cried.Â
âIâm sorry too. I know youâve been under a lot of pressure at work and youâve been so amazing and patient with me. I shouldâve brought it up at another time.â
âNo. The thing is⌠youâre actually right. It is something we should be talking about. Weâre not getting younger. I justâŚâ He trailed off.
You leaned forward and put a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently. âTalk to me, baby.â
âIâm scared shitless. The idea of being a father fucking terrifies me. Being responsible for a human life. Making sure he or she grows up and is healthy and happy and all the good things. How the fuck am I supposed to do that? What if I fuck it all up?â
You almost giggled but you held it back. You definitely didnât want to demean Baekhyunâs feelings but the fact that he even thought for a second he might not be a good father was just so ludicrous. He was the most kind and loving person youâd ever met. Any child would be lucky to have him as a father.
âBaekhyun⌠Itâs normal to be scared about being a parent. I am too. But we canât let it paralyze us.â
Baekhyun sighed, âI know but⌠Itâs a life, you know? Itâs forever. Itâs not something we can try out for a few months and then decide to get rid of it if we donât want it.â
âYouâre right. But like⌠I think itâs one of those things where you just have to dive right in. Delaying this forever isnât going to help.â
He looked up at you with his Bambi eyes and you looked back at him. He looked so young and sweet faced, he definitely didnât look like a man in his thirties. But he looked tired. Maybe youâd been too preoccupied with what you wanted that you hadnât realised sometimes he needed you to build up his confidence the way he always did yours.
âBaekhyun, youâre going to be the most amazing father. Iâm sure of it. Youâre so filled with love and so patient and smart and gentle. Not to mention your child-like spirit.â
He laughed at that, and you smiled.
âBesides, weâre going to be doing it together. Itâs a team effort. We can lean on each other like we always do.â
Baekhyun leaned forward and kissed you on the lips. âI like the sound of that.â He pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around you. The warmth of his body was so comforting and you leaned into him, breathing in his familiar scent. âSo, weâre really going to have a baby, hmm?â He said, softly.
âI mean, weâre going to try.â
âTrying sounds fun. Letâs try right now,â Baekhyun said, kissing you again.
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Im trying to learn to cook, do you have any good recipes for a complete beginner?
Hello anon I am going to link you my fav easy recipes that I've bookmarked over the years. You can also modify these easily for dietary restrictions (use other meat/vegan meat. Use coconut milk/cream instead of heavy cream. etc.). Also add things that make stuff easier for you too like instant rice/pasta!
Turkey meatballs
How to use crockpot/slowcooker drippings to make gravy
Sesame Garlic Pan Fried Tofu
Bison Chili (can use other ground meats & also use a slow cooker btw I've done it)
One pan baked fish & potatoes
Spaghetti Aglio e Olio
Easy chicken marinades
Parm crusted Tilapia
Roast chickpea cous cous bowl
Shrimp & Grits
Ricotta lemon spinach pasta
Super crispy tofu
Shrimp Scampi
Cheeseburger soup
Garlic & Butter shrimp (can server over many easy sides!)
Japanese Curry with Roux Cubes (you can buy any roux cube you like this guide helps you make the curries!)
Slowcooker/crockpot chuck roast
Coconut tofu curry (ive also made this with chicken!)
Cheddar Rosemary Scones (ive also replaced the rosemary with chives before to great success!)
Shepard's Pie (you can also use instant mashed potatoes to make this a lot easier!)
Roasted potatoes
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Cookies for a Confession
Raiden Shuga x Reader
summary: you confess to Raiden Shuga that you have feelings for him by making him cookies. cw: SFW, fluffy, silly, aunote: This man doesn't get enough love, this anime doesn't get enough love. Here is my effort to try and spread the word. Enjoy and happy reading! wc: 1k+ (proofread đ)
âIt says to mix the flour and water first then eggs then sugar.â you follow the directions mixing everything in.
âThis is pretty easy, I can see why Anju likes to bake.â you turn around to throw the spoon in the sink. Kurena comes into the kitchen and looks into the cabinets, she turns around to look at you,
âHey do you have the salt? I need to refill the salt and pepper bottles for the trip.âÂ
âI have it, Iâll take a teaspoon and you can have the rest of the jar.â you place the teaspoon of salt on the countertop, handing her the jar. You grab the sugar, placing it on the countertop, with the lid off. Theo taps on the window, you walk over to the window, propping it open.Â
âHey can you come outside, I have a new design for your call signâ he smiles excitedly at you,Â
âThank you Theo you didnât have to. I like the one you had on there already.â you say to him, walking outside. After a few minutes of talking to Theo you make your back into the kitchen.
âNow where was I again?â you dry your hands off, reading the recipe list that Anju wrote for you. Â
âOh yes, the last step is to add sugar and then it's time to bake!â you grab the jar and add two cups of sugar to the mixture.
âHurry up and do it.â Kurena whispers as she elbows you.
âI-I canât.â you whisper back, and take a bite of your food.
âDidnât you finish making them this morning?â Anju whispers, covering her mouth so the boys canât see. You nod in agreement to her question.
âSo what are you waiting for?â Anju leans forward winking at Kurena.
âGot it, Iâll distract Shin and Theo.â Kurena throws Anju a thumbs up, she stands up abruptly and starts faking a cough, the boys look at her. She mumbles,Â
âI need helpâŚâ she glances over at Shin and Theo mouthing âgo awayâ, Theo raises an eyebrow at her and looks over to Anju whoâs pointing at you. It takes Theo a minute to process whatâs happening but when he does he shoots a thumbs up to Anju. Shin ignores Kurenas obvious attempts to get everyone to leave.
âI said I need help,â Kurena says through gritted teeth, looking at Shin, she sighs when he doesnât pay any attention to what's going on, still talking to Lena through the Para-RAID.
âYou okay?â Raiden stands up but Kurena pushes him back down into his seat.
âNot you.â she continues to exaggerate her cough, making her way to Shin.
âI think she needs some water. Shin would you mind getting some for her.â Anju says calmly, still sitting next to you.
âShe has wa-â
âIt wasnât a question.â Anju tilts her head and smiles at Shin.
âO-okay.â Shin stands up from his seat, grabbing the water on the table, he tries to pour a glass of water for Kurena but she smacks the water pitcher out of his hand.Â
âOh no, looks like we need more water from INSIDE.â she emphasizes the last word, coughing lazily a few more times.
Shin stands there blinking a few times before he says,
âIâm fine, I still have water.â
Everyone sighs in defeat, Anju walks over to Shin and pulls him out of his seat.
âH-hey!â he grabs his plate of food.
âRead the room dummy!â Kurena whisper yells at Shin, dragging him inside of the house.
You cover your face in embarrassment and Raiden just stares at the four of them very confused.
âWhat was that all about?â he glances at you.
âI donât knowâŚâ you shake your head covering your face.Â
Raiden and you are sitting outside underneath the stars. The warmth from the fire keeps you warm from the cool breeze. You continue eating your food. Raiden looks at you a couple of times, he purses his lips together, tapping the empty plate on his hand then he clears his throat and he gets up to sit next to you.
âSoâŚhowâs the food?â he stares at the flames dancing in the fire pit.
âItâs good, you did a good job.â you finish the last bit of food on your plate before you take a sip of your water. Thereâs a pause, your fiddling with the rim of your glass,
âI-â you begin to say, but he cuts you off not hearing you.
âDo you want some dessert? Anju made some earlier today.â Raiden points to the fruit tarts sitting on the picnic table.
âActually, I made something too.â you mutter, glancing down at the bag of cookies next to you, your heart beating faster.
âThatâs right, you made chocolate chip cookies earlier today. How did it go?â His body shifts facing you.
You hand him the cookies that are neatly wrapped in a bag with a letter attached to it.Â
Raiden hesitates for a split second,Â
âThis for me?â a small smile creeps onto his face,Â
âYes it is.â you nod quickly, not breaking eye contact with the dancing flames in the fire pit.
He grabs the bag and unties the letter.
You can hear him unfolding the paper,Â
â Dear Raiden Shuga, weâve been in this squadron forâŚ..â he mutters the rest, chucking at the funny situations youâve been in together.
He continues, â We spent so many nights together, we fought on the battlefield together, I donât know when it happened but IâŚâ he trails off, eventually he stops reading it out loud.
You sit there closing your eyes regretting your decision to confess to him, you didnât want to burden him with this silly idea, the idea that you could possibly fall in love before you were sent to die out on the battlefield.
Raiden stands up and kneels in front of you, taking your hand into his, his emerald eyes meet yours.
âItâs funny,â -he takes a deep breath- âbecause before we leave for this mission, I was going to tell you that,â he exhales and chuckles, shaking his head, he grabs a note from his back pocket and places it in the palm of your hand.
âIâve fallen in love with you too.â he smiles at you, his eyes soften seeing the way your face lights up at his confession. You lunge into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck,your face buried in the crook of his neck, he hugs you tightly, wishing to never let go of you, to never lose you.
âIâm sorry it took me so long to tell you how I felt.â he takes a deep breath in, finally being able to hug you like this, something he thought he would never get to do.
âItâs okay, we never had the time to do this.â you pull away and look at him, he leans in and places a small kiss on your cheek. You blush at the kiss and place a hand over it before grabbing the bag and shoving it into his chest.
âHereâs the cookies, you should try them.â you mumble. He laughs at your sudden shyness, he grabs the bag and takes a cookie out.
âItâs reallyâŚ.â he pauses for a bit, you can see an array of different emotions appear on his face.
âWhatâs wrong? Do you not like chocolate chips?â you question him, he coughs a bit and swallows hard.
âNo itâs not that,â -he clears his throat- âitâs ummâŚ. it has an interesting flavor, maybe just a tad salty.â he coughs a bit and gulps down his water.
âReally? I swear I only put a teaspoon of salt like the recipe called forâŚâ you grab a cookie and take a bite out of it.
âO-oh gosh! Itâs soo salty!! Iâm so sorry. I donât know what happened.â you spit the cookie out onto a napkin.
Raiden laughs at your disgusted expression, he takes another cookie waving it in front of your face.
âI canât throw away the cookies my girlfriend made for me, so I have to eat it.â he smirks at you and shoves it in his mouth and runs off.
âW-what?! Girlfriend!â you get up from your seat, making the chair fall back, knocking your cup over.
âItâs sooo goodâ he winces as he continues to shove them into his mouth.
 âNo stop!â you panic running after him, he holds the bag of cookies above his head.
 âY-youâre going to die!!â you jump up desperately trying to grab the bag, he puts another cookie in his mouth, smirking at you.Â
You wrap your arms around his waist and try to push him over but he pretends to fall over, sitting on his butt, he stops and a tint of pink appears on his cheeks, you take this opportunity to grab his face, pinching his cheeks, some of the cookie crumbs falling out of his mouth.
âI got you! Spit it out!â you let go of his face when Raiden doesnât say anything back, he turns his face away from you, you can see the shade of pink on his cheeks now. You take a moment to assess the situation, heâs propped up on his elbows, you're straddling his lap and your boobs are in his face.
âYay! Theyâre finally together! WhoaâŚâ Kurena comes out with a sparkler but stops when she sees you on top of Raiden.
âAre we interrupting something?â Theo says with an evil grin on his face, heâs waving his sketchbook in the air, it has two faces with heart eyes on it.
Raiden chuckles and starts to tickle you, making you burst out into a laughter/crying fit, you try to crawl away from him.
Your Para-RAIDS suddenly turn on, Lenas' concerned voice echoes in your ears.
âWhatâs wrong, is it a Legion attack?â
Shin chuckles and shakes his head, âNo, she finally confessed to Raiden.â he says into his Para-RAID.Â
âThe screamingâŚâ Lena trails off.
âHeâs tickling her.â Shin sighs.
âWHAT! They finally confessed!â she shouts from the other line.
This makes all of you burst into laughter.
âHow do the cookies taste?â Anju grabs the cookie that you took a bite out of.
Raiden immediately stops ticking you and you both run towards Anju.
âDonât eat it!â Raiden yells.
âNoo! Spit it out!â you yell.
âIt's so SALTY!!â Anju exclaims.
Extra trimmings!!  You and the rest of the members are sitting around a fire pit. âThe curry is ready.â Kurena says, putting the pot in the middle of the members. Shin and Raiden grab a portion of the curry and take a bite. They immediately spit it out onto the ground, they both look at you with a scowl on their faces. âItâs sweetâ they both say in unison. âIt wasnât me!!â you run off towards Fido when Raiden approaches you. âSave me Fido!â Fido just runs along with you. âKurena, wasn't it your job to refill everything?â Shin asks, she nods and grabs the bottles showing it to Shin, he tastes it and hangs his head low. âThis is going to be a long three days.â âOops⌠guess I mixed them up when I was refilling them.â Kurena smiles, rubbing the back of her head. âKurena!â you and Raiden shout her name in unison chasing after her. Everyone bursts into fits of laughter watching you, Raiden, and Fido chase after Kurena.
#eighty six#raiden shuga#eighty six x reader#raiden x reader#cookies for a confession#raiden shuga x reader#no fanfics about eighty six makes me sad#anju emma#shin nouzen#lena milize#kurena kukumila#theoto rikka#shinei nouzen#86 eighty six#honeytrapđź
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Burning Under Bloody Moonlight (Drink Sunny Stars)
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It was never a good sign when the portals were unexpected, or when it split them up, or when it left them unconscious.
Of course, the latest portal just happens to do all three.
Legend, understandably, is less than pleased. Especially at Hylia.
{Written during a six hour long, sprint prompt of the Linked Universe discord â Prompt: Stars don't shine, they burn}
Word Count: 2,431.
Warnings: Legend has Chronic Pain and PTSD (and is accidentally Irish), Burns, Blood, Cooking, Swearing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort.
A/N: I ended up rewriting this fic three times and I did not intend to make Legend Irish, but here we are, for context, I'm Irish so I know what I'm doing. Also, thank you so much to those who commented on my previous LU fic, genuinely this is the nicest fandom I've been in. đ <3
As a heads up, this fic features some non canon compliant headcanons of mine (I will eventually be making a meta series/fic covering all of them), the ones in this fic are: â˘Blood Moons last all night (instead of fading after midnight), make all monsters (both overworld/sky and in depths) temporarily stronger for the duration, and turns all overworld/sky monsters into the gloom/malice infected versions for the duration. â˘The Blood Moons can shoot "meteors" that turn into enemies (such as in the cutscene we're shown of that in game). â˘Sunny elixirs exist and are made using star fragments, please do not try to follow the recipe in game as unfortunately it will only make Dubious Food.
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 Legend awoke with a deep ache in his bones and muscles. The pressure had changed. That was more than easy to tell. The pain was far too strong to be from normal weather changes, especially since they'd just been in Four's era. Fecking portals. Begrudgingly, he blinked open his gritty eyes with a grimace.
 The sand was warm beneath his hands. Warm from the dying light of the sun, washing the sky in a viscous cloudy red. Like blood billowing out of a wound in the darkest depths of the water.
 Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
 It didn't feel like a delight when they were in Wild's era. Especially when the embers and ashes of malice began to bleed from the ground, thin wispy tendrils that clawed and snarled around them.
 Legend pushed himself up off the ground, elbows and knees cracking painfully. Muscles twinging in protest. âWell feck you too.â He grumbled under his breath.
 Waiting a moment so his body would stop trying to complain, he was a hero for the oracle's sake, he took a moment to take in his surroundings. His bag was thankfully only a few metres away, a tad sodden and covered in a fine layer of sand. No sign of anyone else nearby though. Nothing happened as he made his way over to it and slung it over his shoulders with a practised ease. Though his shoes sunk into the sand a little, making each step even more strenuous and painful than usual.
 The beach he was on, was recognisable, luckily. Wild had shown them some photos of it on his slate. Eventide, he had said this island was called. It reminded Legend far too closely of Koholint. Of waking up on the sun warmed shore like a piece of jetsam.
 Then again, Wild had said there was a place on this island called Koholit. Maybe this is what became of the island in the future? Maybe that meant his island had been more than just a dreamâNo.
 Legend gritted his teeth, he couldn't afford to think like that. Especially when he was alone and there was one of Wild's Blood Moons rising.
 âFrom the breast of Hylia.â He grumbled to himselfÂ
 He glanced up, the blighted bloody moon began to peek over the treeline. Illuminating the sky and all its numerous scattering of shattered islands hanging in the sky like bloodstained teeth and broken bones.
 A wasp circled around him, distracting him for a moment before buzzing off. But its flight path guided his sight to one sky island that stood out above the rest, a circular looking one that lurked above the island he was on. And on itâaww feckâa Gleeok. A weird looking one, with three heads. It wasn't visible at this distance as to what kind of Wild's Gleeoks it was, but it definitely was one of them.
 Luckily it hadn't noticed him yet. Knowing his luck thoughâŚ
 Still, the light was waning, and he needed a way to defend himself, so his choice of weapon was more than easy. Nothing better than his good ol' trusty fire rod. Besides, Wild set monsters on fire all the time, and when in Lorule, do as the Lorulians do.
 Best to try to avoid combat as much as possible though, Wild's monsters had only gotten smarter since his latest quest and whilst already naturally black blooded, they still could get infected, and therefore even stronger and more intelligent than normal, like any other era's monsters. And as if that wasn't enough, Wild said his monsters became infused with malice during the Blood Moons, amplifying their strength even more. Meaning, if Legend stumbled across any of Wild's monsters here, they could be up to three times more dangerous than last time he fought them.
 Thankfully the blood moon never affected any other era's monsters, regardless of black blooded status, otherwise he'd be doubly fecked.
 Of course, at the exact moment he thought that, the blood moon pulsated like a thrashing Podoboo Tower. Strange star shaped meteors of malice burst from the moon's surface, like the moon was an active volcano.
 âShite!â Legend hissed. A malice-star meteor was heading straight for him. He barely even had time to click his Pegasus boots together. Bolting across the sand, directly horizontal from the moon. Still sinking in a few centimetres, still slowing him down.
 He glanced back at the meteor âFeck! Feck! Feck!â The meteor had swerved to follow him, speeding up as well. He wasn't going to be able to outrun this.
 It slammed into his back.
 Right between his shoulder blades.
 It burned.
 Sending him skidding across the beach from the force. Clothes melting into the wound as the sand raked at his hands and face. Tearing bloody grazes across his skin.
 Finally rolling to a stop, Legend lay still. It burned,  it burned. It burned.
 Distantly, he could hear screaming.
 He wasn't alone then, someone else must be hurt. Feck, he needed to help them.
 Legend went to move, to get up. But the agony from his back flared up. Like flames dancing through his veins. Every movement felt sluggish, as if there were multiple gels clinging to him. That meteor must've been a red zol that split on impact.
 His vision began to burn, spots of black and brown began forming, spreading outwards just like how a piece of paper burns. The screaming seemed to have stopped, he couldn't hear it anymore. Though, he couldn't hear anything else either. It was like he was deep under the water again, with only his heartbeat beating silently in his ears, making his ears twitch in discomfort.
 Arse-biscuits⌠Was all he could think of as everything faded into darkness.
  A bright light shone in Legends face, he groaned, scrunching his eyes tight to try and block it out. Failing miserably.
 Something cool was being rubbed against his back. Numbing the burning sensation partially. He groaned, trying to wriggle away from the touch. Just because it was making it feel better, didn't mean that he was gonna sit here and let some person touch him. For all he knew, they could be rubbing poison or some shit into his wound.
 âLegend, we're not trying to poison you.â A tired voice said flatly.
 A hand grabbed each of his shoulders to hold him still.
 Legend scoffed, great, he was mumbling in delirium. â'At's what some-un' tryna poison me would say.â He slurred in response.
 âI could actually poison you, if you wanted!â A far too cheerful voice responded.
 âWild, please for the love of Hylia.â The tired voice groaned.
 Ah. Legend stopped trying to wriggle away. Only one person sounded that hypocritically exhausted with them whenever someone said or did something stupid. That meant Wild and Time had found him.
 A disgruntled bark cut his sludge-like thoughts off.
 âAnd Wolfie too! He's the one that led us to you after you stopped screaming.â Wild added, as if that wasn't obvious from the bark.
 âThanks Wolfie.â Legend muttered.
 âAww no thanks for us?â Wild teased.
 He raised his middle finger in the direction where Wild's voice was coming from. âFeck off.â
 Reluctantly, Legend peeled his eyes open. He was facing a cooking pot over a small fire, one that had clearly been used many times. Wild was to one side of the pot, humming and stirring some sort of strange, golden shimmery liquid. Behind the cooking pot was a large chasm surrounded by viscous pulsating malice and swirls of smoke-like gloom.
 He craned his head up. Time's hands let go of Legend's shoulders as he moved.
 Wolfie was further awayâon the side opposite of Wildâsitting between the edge of the beach and the start of the forest. His back was turned to them, facing towards the forest, ears pricked up and shoulders flexing from tension. Clearly on watch.
 âThe others?â Legend asked.
 Time sighed heavily. âThey're safe, Wind contacted us through Wild's slate earlier, they all landed in Lurelin village, they got beds in the local inn.â
 Legend scowled. âLucky feckers.â
 A silence descended on the group. Or as silent as Wild's era could get, with the crickets chirping, the fire crackling, the waves lapping gently, and the faint squirming of the nearby malice.
 âWild.â Legend rasped.
 Wild paused stirring whatever the concoction he was making was. âHuh, yeah?â
 âWhat the feck was that?â He jabbed a finger up at moon, wincing as it pulled at his back wound.
 âMoon's infected.â Wild replied with a shrug, going back to stirring.
 Time nodded sagely out of the corner of Legends eye, as if that made any fecking sense.
 âWhat. The. Feck.â Legend hissed.
  âMoon's infected.â Time answered.
 Wolfie made a very unimpressed snorting noise. At least someone was on Legend's side today.
 Legend did not whinge, he responded in a very normal pitch and not at all in an accusing and whiny tone. âYour moon shot a meteor at me!â
 Wild cocked his head to one side and stared at him. âYep. It does that."
  Legend through his hands up in disbelief. âSince when!?â
 Immediately, regretting the action, as the wound burned again. âFeck it all!â He snarled, flinching viciously.
 âCareful.â Time gently pushed Legend's arms down. âI haven't finished rubbing the sunny cream into your burns.â
 âWhatââ Legend started.
 ââSunny cream.â Wild cut him off, launching immediately into an explanation. âIt's made using crushed sundelions, a newly discovered flower in my Hyrule, capable of treating malice burns. Helps numb the pain too. It's not as effective as eating Sunny veggie porridge, though. But it works in a pinch, especially on someone who's not capable of eating anything due to the wounds, or unconscious.â
 Legend blinked at Wild. âStill doesn't explain what the fuck is up with your moon.â
 Wild made a strangled I-don't-know noise. âGanondorf infected the moon with stronger malice during the second quest, which as I've told you all, made it much more dangerous and it kinda never went back to normal after I defeated him.â
 âYou didn't mention it could shoot fucking malice meteors.â Legend groused.
 Time patted him on the undamaged part of his shoulder. âWelcome to the moon trauma squad.â
 Legend rolled his eyes, though his faint smile betrayed his sarcasm. âJoy.â
 âTo be fair, it doesn't normally hit people!â Wild huffed, waving his wooden spoon in emphasis, splashing a few drops of the golden liquid onto the sand. âThe meteors usually get close, and then the malice itself coalesces into a gloom infected monster! You got unlucky, it hit you and turned into a malice fire chu-chu. Which is mildly concerning, because I've never encountered any monsters, throughout my quest, that were both elemental and consumed by malice.â
 Legend snorted. âOh so Hylia just hates me personally then, I see how it is. The feelings mutual, fecker.â Raising both middle fingers up to the sky.
 âYou're not aiming at Hylia. The only thing in that direction is a King Gleeok.â Wild rolled his eyes, a quiet laugh in the tone of his voice.
 Legend sighed in dramatic aggrievement. âFeck 'im too.â
 âOh definitely!â Wild agreed, then froze for a second. A moment later, his face broke into the happiest expression Legend had ever seen Wild express.
âBrilliant!â Wild stopped stirring and began scooping the golden shimmery liquid into a star fragment shaped glass vial. âIt's ready!â
 Legend squinted at him suspiciously. âWhat's ready and why are you so happy about this. Are you finally poisoning me?â
 âNope but you do get to try my newest elixir experiment! Starry elixir!â Wild stopped the star shaped glass vial, before shoving it right in Legend's face with one hand. He tilted his head to one side again, a finger from his free hand tapping away at his lip as he began to mumble. âAlthough, technically, it should probably be called sunny elixir, as it works just like the sunny foods and cream. But it's not made with sundelions despite having the same malice purifying effect.â
 âWild⌠do I even want to know what you've put in that?â Time asked dryly.
 Wild perked up like a dog. Practically vibrating in excitement. âFour plain chu-chu jellies, and a star fragment! Pretty simple, really. The chu-chu jellies melt into a thick gelatinous water when boiled and stirred, a the star fragment dissolves into stardust, which sticks to the gelatin in the water and once mixed thoroughly, it produces an elixir that fills you with pure light, thereby purifying the malice or gloom! The glow only lasts a few seconds unfortunately, so it's no use as a bright elixir.â
 âThat definitely sounds potable.â Legend responded, laying the sarcasm on thick.
 Wild snorted. âYou'd be surprised, usually it's more effective if you use dragon horns, or gibdo guts, but I thought you'd want something a little easier on the taste buds.â
 Pursing his lips, Legend glanced at Wild. âThanksâŚâ He said it perhaps a tad too genuine, as Wild launched forwards, tackling him into a hug.
 âWatch it!â Time snapped.
 Wild stuck his tongue out at him.
 Wolfie barked gruffly in laughter.
 Legend would join in with the laughter, if it weren't for Wild squeezing him like a like-like. He made an awful wheezing noise.
 âOops, sorry Legend!â Wild apologised, properly handing him the stoppered elixir.
 Legend grimaced. âWhy couldn't you just cook me up some sunny foods, you said they were more effective than the cream, yeah?â
 âIt's not as effective as this elixir, trust me!â Wild beamed at him. âOnce you've downed it, your burns will heal in a flash and you'll feel good as new!â
 Time cleared his throat. âAnd you've tested this before, right Wild?â
 Wild slapped his hand against his chest in mock offence. âOf course I have! Flora and I have started to drink this all the time whilst exploring the depths!â
 âUrgh, feck it, fine.â He shut his eyes and downed it in one go like a very large shot.
 Immediately he pulled the vial away from his lips, coughing and spluttering. âFeck's sake, Wild. Even the strongest whiskey I've had doesn't burn as bad as this.â
 âIt's got stardust in it! Of course it'll burn, besides it's hardly as strong as Goron spice!â Wild argued.
 âDon't remind me.â Legend croaked, though his malice burns had already started shining with golden light.
 âAlright, rest up Legend.â Time instructed. âWild will make us a boat to reach Lurelin, tomorrow at first light. Wolfie, Wild, and I will alternate between watches.â
 Legend nodded, not even bothering to put up a token fight tonight, already flopping back onto the ground. âWhatever.â
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hi hi hi! since requests are open, may i request jamil with the fluff prompt "cheek"? thank you !! have a nice night ^_^
oh no, this has ignited my love for Jamil, best character for real, fr, fr, s-tier easy
Fluff Prompt [CHEEK]Â - sender brushes a thumb over receiverâs cheek. - with Jamil Viper
He really tried to get rid off this habit.
This habit of smiling in your presence, of his lips twitching up the moment you pop into the room. One moment Jamil might be intently focused, his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed as he skillfully handles one of Kalim's problems again - and suddenly this concentration is all but faded away as he turns his head and smiles at you. Today was no different and Jamil scolds himself for it. Your head pops into the kitchen as you ask if he needs any help.
The young Viper had wondered ever since the first time you asked to assist him in his tasks if you are doing this for any kind of purpose. Surely you must be, or else you wouldn't bother, no one really would nor does. Yet he stays quiet as he accepts with the slightest qualm that was quickly washed away. You were genuine in your help but obvious and Jamil knew from day one that you constantly looked out for him knowing how much of a burden he bears as a servant of the Al-Asim family.
"What are we making today?" You say as you observe Scarabia's kitchen. 'We' you say as if this was the norm.
"Kalim would like a party with just sweets this time."
Jamil quickly wiped the smile away.
You let out an amused hum and were quickly prepared. You took out the flour he pointed at as if it was nothing. Soon your attire matched his and once the apron was neatly tied, you turned back to him with a grin and a salutation.
"What's the recipe called, chef cook Jamil?"
The corner of his lips went up and he quickly covered it with his hand. Wiping his face, his expression remained neutral.
Jamil pointed and you followed. He took over a task if it was too difficult and you volunteered to help in one you deemed to difficult for one to handle. Even if it was Jamil you were talking about.
The sound of the oven closing was quickly followed by a few buttons pressed as you let out a sigh. "The last one. Kalim sure wanted more than usual for his parties." You let out as you dusted yourself off. "No, this is the usual amount for them. I just handle them alone most of the time. You just happened to come at the right timing."
"It is? That's quite a lot," You frowned and took off your oven gloves, "You can call me whenever something like that happens, y'know?" Grey eyes narrowed as he observed you before briefly brushing you off. He turned away and began putting his apron off.
"Oh," Tilting his head at your soft gasp, Jamil turned around to suddenly find you quite close to him, your warm breath hitting his skin and your thumb brushing his cheek in the most tender way he has ever received.
"Wh-wha-what...!" Briskly he jumped back, holding the apron close to him in a fistful, tight grip. Gritting his teeth as his eyes widened at the gesture, he could feel his heartbeat quicken. "What was that for?!"
"You had a bit of flour caked on your cheek, Jamil." You casually pointed to your face, which was met with a sharp inhale by the other. One hand went up to his heart while he desperately tried stay cool - though his flushed and grimaced face showed otherwise.
"F-flour...?" He repeated and covered his mouth. The young Viper stayed still and quiet for so long, you feared he might have frozen on the spot. All that could assure you that he was indeed alive were his deep breaths. His eyes casted downward until he finally started looking at you - eyebrows relaxing. "Oh...that so?" He let out more quietly than hoped as he took a step forward. In a smooth movement, his hand mimicked yours and cupped your cheek. His thumb stroked it several times while you were met with a smirk.
Your jaw froze. As easy as answering to him was just a moment ago, having Jamil stare at you like that while keeping his composure, his touch, his grip on you like this left you speechless. You tried to let out a sound but all that came out was an pathetic attempt of a stutter.
"You had some flour on you, too." Finally he talked and his eyes crinkled as his smirk widened to a grin. "What am I supposed to do with you?" Casually he retreaded his hand but not before playfully flicking your hair. Still, you couldn't let out a word and stood there, breathless and dumbfounded.
Jamil only smiled at you, hoping his heart would calm down. "C'mon, let's clean up until the cake's ready."
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#request#jamil viper#jamil x reader#twst jamil#twst jamil x reader
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And don't get me started on kneading
My wrists feel like breaking and the dough (?) Is actually breaking
i'mma make â¨roshogulla⨠today, wish me luck
#the recipe just looked easy#traitor#not to mention my sleeves#would#not#stay#in#place#gritting my teeth#also i am p sure my dad brought actual shop rasgulle#but they are for mum s pooja stuff so eh#eph#cooking#desi
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