#hot chocolate prompt

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Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Hot Daddy

Prompt Day 23: Hot Chocolate | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Mild Use of "Daddy" | Tags: AU, Meet Cute, Single Dad Steve, Platonic Stobin

"Hot chocolate?" 

Eddie's startled from his thoughts, looking to see where the unexpected question came from. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, off in his own world, as Wayne would say. Well, he says that, and that Eddie's lucky he doesn't accidentally walk into traffic.

Which, true. It has happened a time or two. But what Wayne doesn't know won't hurt him.

Locating the voice that had spoken is interesting, because Eddie was not expecting to look down, or expecting a hot man next to a table full of little girls clearing running a fundraiser. There's a little girl looking up at him expectantly, and she must have been the one that asked.

Hot guy's hand is resting on her shoulder protectively, and she must be his daughter, since she's his little doppelganger.

The guy is eyeing him, and Eddie knows he looks scarier than he actually is, so he smiles, trying to look less intimidating. At least the girl isn't scared of him, it seems. Not his tattoos, not his piercings, not his heavy leather and attitude.

"Hi, sir!" She says, all chipper, like it isn't freezing cold, "We're selling hot chocolate and cookies to help pay for camp."

It's a script, and a little stilted, but she's got the spirit, that's for sure. And he hasn't been called sir in, well, ever, maybe.

"Of course," he says, and shifts his duffle bag to his other arm so he can reach for his wallet.

The little handwritten sign has their pricing, which he is certain is too low, and he fishes out a ten dollar bill, handing it over.

"Keep the change," he says, and the girls squeal and jump up and down. 

The man finally grins, like Eddie's won him over, just a little. 

Suddenly, there's several girls wanting to be involved in the translation, handing him a sack of cookies, napkins, as hot dad pours hot chocolate out of a stainless steel dispenser.

"Marshmallows?" he asks, and Eddie grins.

"You know it."

He shakes some into Eddie's cup, then a few more as he meets Eddie's eyes and winks, then hands it over.

"Thank you," Eddie says, and he could look into those golden eyes all day. He'd love to see them in the daylight. He bets they are so warm.

"Thanks for supporting the cause," the pretty-eyed hot dad says, and Eddie takes one more long look at him before walking away.

It's good hot chocolate and great cookies. He's impressed. 

The table isn't there the next night, or the few after, and Eddie feels a little bummed out that he missed his opportunity to flirt a little, feel him out.

He wasn't wearing a ring.

Eddie's certain of that. He looked. He also knows no ring isn't the end all and be all, some people just don't wear them, but no ring means that he might have had a chance. And a chance is all he needs.

So, he was hoping they'd be back now that it is the weekend again, but no luck.

"Why so mopey?" Robin asks, and Eddie turns to look at her. 

"I saw a guy on the sidewalk, and I hoped he'd be back on the street corner tonight–"

"Eddie!"

"–but maybe it was just a weekend thing?" Eddie ponders.

"Eddie, are you trying to hire a prostitute?" she asks, eyes huge.

"What? No!" He throws back his head and laughs, "He was a perfectly respectable man! With a little girl!" 

She raises an eyebrow.

"His daughter!"

Eddie's just digging a deeper and deeper hole as she laughs at him.

"I'm not following," she says, leaning on the counter of the music store. She started about two months ago, and so far, he likes her.

"There was a booth of kids doing a fundraiser. The dad that was supervising was hot."

She laughs at him, but it doesn't seem mean. Then her face changes, "When was this? What'd he look like?"

"Last Friday. Good hair. My height? I don't know. A real pretty dude."

"Swoopy hair?" she asks.

"What's swoopy hair?" he asks, and she makes a motion with her hands, and well, maybe?

"Yeah, maybe," he says, as if the image of this guy hasn't been burned into his retinas.

Then, he really hears what she's been asking:

"Robin. Robin Buckley. Do you know hot daddy?"

"Ew, no. Never say that to me again."

"Sorry," he mutters, feeling chided. 

"Steve–" she starts, and he really, really doesn't want to hear about her Bobbsey Twin of a best friend Steve right now. He feels like he knows more about Steve than he knows about Robin, which is crazy for someone he's never met.

"Robin. No more Steve stories," he says, resting his forehead against the counter, banging it slightly.

Steve's a teacher. Steve's a coach. Steve played sports in college. Steve could have gone pro. Steve's a single dad. Steve's the best.

Steve, Steve, Steve.

He doesn't have the brainpower to deal with the Legend of Steve right now.

"Eddie–"

"Robin!" he interrupts. 

"Fine. Don't let me talk," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

And it's finally, blissfully, silent. At least for a few minutes.

Eddie's behind the counter when the bell over the door jingles. He looks up, and – hot daddy.

Robin elbows him in the ribs, "I told you never to say that again!"

"I didn't know I did!" he yelps.

She laughs, "Steve, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is Steve."

"You're Steve?" Eddie asks, and he knows his cheeks are red.

"The one and only," Steve says, and Eddie really wishes he'd paid better attention when Robin talked about him now. If wishes were horses, indeed.

Steve's holding two to-go cups, and leans up against the counter, handing one over to Eddie, not Robin. 

Eddie takes it, dumbly. It's hot chocolate, and Eddie looks down at it:

555-0083 Call me Hot Daddy

Steve winks, and turns and walks back out.

Eddie's gonna kill Robin.

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Notes: Punctuation is important, Steve. Should Eddie call you on the phone - or call you hot daddy. Decisions, decisions. Why not both? 🤣

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Suptober - Day 21 | Cozy Treats

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Duke doesn’t know what’s going on with the crime lord that sometimes is, and then again isn’t allowed at the cave.

All he knows is that the mood of the entire manor takes a nose dive each and every time there‘s an altercation with him, and everybody goes out of their way to NOT explain anything to Duke.

So, as the only one in the manor with more than one brain cell dedicated to proper human interaction, he decides to take the easiest route and just ask Red Hood himself. Considering he‘s the only one the guy hasn’t tried to maim at least once.

[littleseasiren]

Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff

Words: Just over 700 words

A/N: Welcome to day 2 of Flufftober. Alternative Prompt: Hot Chocolate. Hope you enjoy! Thanks @flufftober

The sound of thunder booms in the small apartment, windows rattling at the display of nature's power. Your clothes are dripping with rainwater, causing your whole body to shiver.

"Here you go, doll. Why don't you climb in the shower and get warm while I grab you some clothes? I'll set them on the counter for you," Bucky says as you enter his apartment.

A hot shower sounds divine. "What about you? You must be freezing too?"

"I'm used to the cold, I guess years in cryo can do that to you. Plus, I have the serum, so I'll warm up fast. I promise, as soon as you jump in the shower, I'll change into dry clothes. But you need to warm up quickly. I don't want you to get sick."

"You're so sweet, Bucky."

The lines by his eyes crinkle as he gives you a soft smile, "I have to take care of my best girl, don't I? I plan for you to fall madly in love with me, so I need to keep you healthy for the next hundred years or so."

"Hundred years? That might be pushing it, you'll get tired of me eventually."

"I doubt it, doll." He leans down and kisses you slowly, making you feel so cherished that a tremor runs down your spine.

Hasty, he breaks the kiss and turns you towards the bathroom. "Shower now, babydoll," he growls, mistaking your shiver for being cold. He gives you a gentle nudge and watches as you leave with a smile on his face.

When you enter the kitchen, you find him stirring a pot over the gas stove. "I'm making some hot chocolate, have a seat on the couch, and I'll join you as soon as it's done."

"Mmm, I love hot chocolate, especially with weather like this. I told Steve the weather was going to cause issues with our mission, but the idiot didn't listen," you huff as you sink down onto Bucky's soft couch. You pull your socked feet under you and stare at the gorgeous man in the kitchen. How did he manage to look so sexy in a soft jersey, sweatpants, and socks? It should be a sin to look so good.

"Of course, doll. Steve should have known that the car we stole would break down miles from home and leave us stranded in the rain. He's Captain America, he should think about these things!"

Laughter bubbles out from you, Bucky is so adorable! "Exactly!"

Bucky pours the hot chocolate into two cups and then hands you one as he falls down onto the couch next to you. You take a small sip and then groan in delight as the taste explodes in your mouth. "OMG, Bucky! This is delicious!"

A small blush appears on Bucky's cheeks at your words. He still struggles with accepting compliments, regardless of whom they're from. "Thanks, my mother always had this idea of a decadent hot chocolate recipe that she wanted to try when the war was over. I remembered bits and pieces, so I tried to make what I thought she would have liked. This was the result."

Your heart bleeds for Bucky. Every day, you discover something new that was taken away from him in some way. You knew without asking that he never saw his mother and sister again after he joined the war. He was either too busy fighting Nazis or he was a captive of Hydra.

"I'm sure she would have loved this, Bucky. It's so chocolaty, rich, and creamy, it's to die for!" You take another sip and moan again at the amazing taste. It was like drinking melted chocolate but better. "Jeeze Bucky. I don't want to sound weird, but I think this might even be better than se-"

Bucky cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. "Don't say that, babydoll, or I'll have to prove you wrong, and we're not at that stage in our relationship just yet," he says with a smirk as he looks down at you.

"Fine, but I'm holding you to high standards, Bucky. Especially after this hot chocolate."

"Duly noted." Bucky laughs as he pulls you into his side and wraps his arm around you, making you forget about the drink in your hand.

Well, almost.

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

hot chocolate

Hot chocolate

Sometimes the only thing that can save a day is a cup of hot chocolate.

"I brought you some hot chocolate. With the little marshmallows you like."

"Hot chocolate bombs are so fun to look at." "Hopefully they also taste good."

"We need some blankets. And hot chocolate. And a really cheesy movie."

"Have you tried spiked hot chocolate? Life changing."

"Put some more marshmallows on there. And cream. A lot of cream. We need calories."

One Word Prompt Lists

[tutterypuff]

You peek inside your mailbox on a cold winter's morning and... What's this...? An invitation to a winter ball handwritten and addressed to you! For the feast of Winter Veil, Becky is having a princess themed party, and would love to see you there!

Draw your characters in their fanciest, frilliest winter regency clothes, and tag with #WinterPrincess2023 to attend!

[abhainnwhump]

Whumpee feels like they don't deserve love, help, or happiness for the intrusive thoughts they can't control.

[keldae]

Winter prompts: whipped cream on the nose post-hot chocolate

Baldur's Gate was a warm city, situated on the southern Sword Coast – for most of the year, it was pleasant, if humid and frequently drizzly. Devi had rarely had to worry about the cold during her childhood in the Lower City.

Waterdeep, being further north than Baldur's Gate, actually experienced winters, as Devi found out. She burrowed deeper into the blankets in her and Gale's bed, shivering at the cool air inside the tower. When she reached out a hand to Gale's side of the bed, she only found cooling linens, and not the warm body of her husband.

“Ignis,” she heard from the foot of the bed, and a moment later, she heard the whoosh of a fire igniting in the expansive fireplace. She heard a chuckle before Gale came up to her side of the bed, gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, my love,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “It's morning.”

“‘s cold,” Devi grumbled, burrowing into the blankets. The fire Gale had just spoken into existence hadn't yet warmed the air sufficiently for her liking.

She heard Gale chuckle as he gently pulled down the coverlet over her. “It snowed last night,” he said, kissing her cheek again. That got Devi's attention; she rolled over enough to look at his smile. “Come and see.”

The promise of snow, a rarity in Baldur’s Gate, was enough to pull Devi out of bed. She shivered as she pushed the covers back, and immediately felt Gale wrap her robe around her slim shoulders as she stood up. He had magically heated the garment, along with her slippers; she sighed happily, wiggling her toes in the soft footwear. “Gods, I love you,” she said with a soft laugh.

“Just for heating your slippers?” Gale grinned, then took her hand in his and drew her to the balcony door. “Look at this!”

Devi gasped as Gale opened the door to the balcony, and not entirely due to the cold air hitting her face. Waterdeep was covered in a thick layer of white, fluffy snow, and more was still falling from the grey clouds over the city. She stepped out onto the balcony, cautiously extending her hand for a few large flakes of snow to land on her palm, turning to drops of water on her skin. With a little laugh, she looked up at the sky, watching more snow come falling down, blinking as flakes landed on her eyelashes.

“Beautiful, is it not?” Gale asked, leaning against the doorframe with a fond smile on his lips. “Have you seen snow before?”

“Not like this,” Devi answered, twirling in the falling flakes, and immediately squeaking as the motion made her robe rise, exposing her legs to the cold air. “Snow was so rare there, and never lasted long enough to look like this!”

Gale smiled, stepping out onto the balcony to wrap his arms around Devi. “Was this worth waking up early to see, my dear?” he asked with a chuckle.

Devi nodded and stretched up to kiss him. “Thank you, love.”

“Of course.” Gale fondly returned her kiss, then tugged Devi closer to his chest. They remained still for several long minutes longer, watching the snow fall, until Gale hummed. “You're shivering,” he murmured, rubbing Devi's arms through her robe sleeves. “Back inside, my love. Don't worry; it will probably keep snowing all day. You won't miss anything.”

It was cold, Devi had to admit. She nodded and let Gale draw her back indoors, moving to stand in front of the fireplace as the wizard secured the balcony door again. “Do you have classes to teach today?” she asked, holding her hands closer to the flames.

Gale shook his head. “Not today,” he said with a smile. “Which means you will get to experience a perfect snow day today.” He approached her from behind, his hands caressing her stomach, just starting to swell with their babe within her. “And I have plans to make sure that it is perfect for you.”

“As long as I'm with you, it will be perfect,” Devi murmured, smiling as Gale kissed her. “First in my heart.”

Gale smiled and kissed her again, then released her. “Get dressed,” he softly said. “I'll go start breakfast for us.”

Devi smiled as her husband kissed her once more before taking his leave of the bedroom; once he had left, she turned back to her wardrobe, looking for the warm sweaters and pants he had insisted on buying for her in anticipation of her first winter in Waterdeep. 

—

Gale had insisted on bringing Devi out to the public gardens after breakfast, taking care to make sure that she was warmly bundled up. And truthfully, it hadn't taken much coaxing from him to get her to agree. Holding Gale's hand through the gloves they both wore, she walked through the park, snow still falling over the city. The other residents of Waterdeep seemed to have the same idea – other couples strolled along the snowy paths, while children raced with gleeful abandon through the drifts. Setting her free hand on her concealed belly, Devi watched as a group of children started building rudimentary walls of snow and throwing snowballs at each other, with laughter and shouts drifting through the falling flakes. Other children were busy assembling statues of snow, using sticks for arms and pebbles for eyes and mouths. “It's like something out of a story,” she said with a smile, her eyes soft as she watched the children playing in the snow.

At her side, Gale chuckled. “Ah, yes. I spent many a winter as a child playing in the snow, engaging in winter warfare and building fortresses. One year, my friends and I managed to construct a fortress that was easily ten feet tall, with ramparts and a moat. We were the undisputed kings of the park until the spring.”

“A ten foot tall fortress?” Devi laughed. “Did you use magic for it?”

Gale shifted slightly. “There may have been some magic involved,” he admitted as Devi's grin grew wider. “But there was plenty of manual labour too! Both from ourselves, and the fathers and elder siblings we recruited to the cause.”

Devi laughed, imagining Gale as a child, packing snow into a tall wall with mitten-clad hands. “The snow battles that year must have been legendary.”

“Oh yes, they most certainly were,” Gale confirmed with a wink. “Although we were all banned from winter warfare after Elminster was caught in the crossfire of one such battle.” He grinned ruefully as Devi doubled over with her giggles. “Truthfully, he held his own perfectly well, considering he bewitched our snowballs to chase us through the park. Let me tell you, Mother was not amused when she heard about it later.”

Still giggling, Devi tried to imagine child-Gale fleeing from enchanted, flying snowballs. “Oh, hells, I wish I could have seen that,” she laughed. “It doesn't surprise me that Elminster retaliated like that!”

Gale grinned, if a little sheepishly. “It was great fun. He still threatens to conjure up new snowballs to chase me with, on occasion. And I'll take it as a personal kindness, darling, if you don't encourage him to do that.” With a chuckle, he gently adjusted the scarf around Devi's neck. “Are you still warm enough, my love?”

Devi nodded and stretched up to kiss Gale’s cheek, uncaring of who might see her kiss her husband. “Yes, thank you.” She smiled fondly as he gently rubbed his nose against her own. “This feels like something out of a fairy tale – walking through the snow, with my darling husband, watching children playing in the fresh snow…”

“And you're due for another treat when we get home,” Gale promised her with a wink. “Am I correct in assuming you've never experienced a hot chocolate before?”

Devi tilted her head curiously at him. “What's that?”

Gale chuckled. “My favourite winter beverage. I have my mother's secret recipe for it memorised – I'll make it for you when we return to the tower.”

Chocolate had been one of those luxuries that a Lower City urchin would never have been able to even dream of sampling, even with how good thieves Devi and Jehn had been. She smiled happily at Gale. “I'm excited to try it!”

Gale's eyes softened as he kissed Devi's forehead. “And I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Come on.”

—

An hour later saw Devi curled up on the couch in Gale's study, bundled under a soft blanket and with a book in hand before a roaring fire, Tara sprawled comfortably across the back of the couch, purring away, with Scratch curled up on the floor before her. She could hear Gale puttering around in the kitchen, preparing their treat; when she sniffed the air, she could smell something sweet and heady wafting through the tower. 

She looked up from the pages of her book when she heard her husband's footsteps approaching the study. Gale appeared in the doorway of the study, holding a loaded tray in his hands; he paused, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. “This is a sight that I could look at forever,” he murmured. “You are the picture of peaceful contentment, my love.”

Devi smiled up at Gale, setting her book down. “I feel completely happy,” she said. “I'm warm, and comfortable, and being spoiled by my handsome, caring wizard – how could I not be happy?”

“If only you knew just how happy having you in my home makes me,” Gale softly said, stepping closer to her. “Mere words do not adequately describe my happiness with you.” He set the tray down on the table before the couch; two mugs sat on the tray, white cream on the surface not doing anything to suppress the tendrils of steam wafting off the top. A plate of biscuits accompanied the drinks. “Hot chocolate all but requires biscuits to go with it,” he said with a chuckle, handing one of the mugs to Devi before he sat down beside her, his own mug in hand.

Smiling, Devi accepted the mug, taking a curious sniff. “It smells really good,” she said – she eyed the mug for a moment longer before tilting it to her lips. Her eyes went wide as a warm, rich, sweet drink flowed over her tongue; as she swallowed it, it seemed to spread a pleasant warmth through her entire body. She shivered in enjoyment, and started to take another sip, then looked up when she realised Gale hadn't moved. He was still watching her, a fond smile on his face.

Seeing that he was caught, he chuckled. “And what are our first impressions?”

“It's so good!” Devi said, taking another sip of the drink. The second sip was every bit as delightful as the first – she smiled as the sweet taste lingered on her tongue. “And you grew up drinking this?”

“Only on special occasions,” Gale grinned. “But your first snowfall in Waterdeep is a worthy occasion.” He sipped his own drink and sighed happily, then chuckled at Devi. “You have a little something on your nose, darling…”

“Hmm?” Devi tried to look at the tip of her own nose; if she strained her eyes, she could just see a vague white smudge in the centre of her vision. It must have been the cream topping the hot chocolate, left behind on her nose.

Gale laughed, then leaned in to kiss away the evidence on her nose. “Gods, you're adorable,” he said with a fond smile. “How did I get so lucky as to have you as my wife again?”

“Gale, if I didn't already love you more than life itself, and if we weren't already married, I would ask you to run away and elope with me again, just for this hot chocolate,” Devi said with a grin. “And then there's the reading to me, and how you snuggled away all my bad dreams, and how you spoil me now…”

That got a chuckle from Gale. “You could have stolen anyone's heart that you wanted, and you still chose me when I was at my lowest point. I am the luckiest man in Faerûn.” He kissed Devi again, this time on her lips, then sat back and took a sip from his own mug. “Spoiling my perfect little wife is one of my greatest pleasures in life, my love. And the aforementioned perfect wife should let me spoil her more.”

“You already spoil me plenty,” Devi said with a laugh. “I'll become unbearable to live with if you keep this up.”

“Never.” Gale grinned, then settled back in the couch cushions. Devi shifted enough to snuggle against his chest, feeling him comfortably wrap his arm around her to hold her close. She glanced to the window, seeing snowflakes still falling outside, and smiled, utterly content with her life. This, as far as she was concerned, was the perfect happiness she had never thought she would experience in life. She was warm, and comfortable, with a delicious treat in her mug and her husband's arm around her, and their unborn child in her womb.

This was perfection. And she wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

[ycdsgrows]

Day 4

Hot chocolate always brings back fond memories and the feeling of nostalgia. Also always fun to try out new marshmallows. Hardly anything beats a cup combined with the artificial autumn atmosphere.

Jumping between prompt lists cuz my attention is 0 ..... and this one made by @soclonely is cute

[hummingbird-of-light]

Fluffcation ~ Prompt: Hot Chocolate

[seaside-writings]

Hello and hi, all you wonderfully, jolly people! I'm back with yet another prompt list for my "12 Days of Prompts!"

This one is based on the hot chocolate-themed gifts that I made for my managers and co-workers that some of you might have seen.

Because what's the Winter and Holiday season without some good, old-fashioned hot chocolate and some new-fashioned hot chocolate!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄☕

"You know, I heard that hot chocolate makes everything better," - "Whiskey? In hot chocolate? Really?" "You want it or not," - "We could make hot chocolate and go walking around the neighborhood to look at the Christmas lights," - "How many cups of hot chocolate have you had?" "I stopped counting after ten," - "One hot chocolate coming right up!" - "Drink your hot chocolate and then we'll see about opening a present or two," - "When I was your age hot chocolate was one of my favorite drinks," - "Finish up your hot chocolate and then it's off to bed with you," - "Come on, I know a place that makes amazing hot chocolate," - "Whoever invited hot chocolate knew what they were doing,"

Types of Hot Chocolate: ☕ Hot Chocolate ☕ Spiked Hot Chocolate ☕ White Hot Chocolate ☕ Mint Hot Chocolate ☕ Candy Cane Hot Coco ☕ Slow Cooker Hot Chocolate ☕ French Hot Chocolate ☕ Vanilla Hot Chocolate ☕ Sugar Cookie Hot Chocolate ☕ Nutella Hot Chocolate ☕ Pumpkin Spice Hot Chocolate ☕ Snickerdoodle Hot Chocolate ☕ Chocolate Chip Hot Chocolate ☕ Cookies and Cream Hot Chocolate ☕ Red Velvet Hot Cocoa ☕ Cheesecake Hot Chocolate ☕ Irish Cream Hot Chocolate ☕ Frozen Hot Chocolate ☕ Lavender Hot Chocolate ☕ Peanut Butter Hot Chocolate ☕ Hot Chocolate Float ☕ Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate ☕ S'mores Hot Chocolate ☕ Maple Cinnamon Hot Chocolate

[norbezjones]

24 Days of Gift-Giving: Seventeen Snow Days

Happy December, everyone!

So, @creativepromptsforwriting is doing a writing thing called “24 Days of Gift-Giving” where each day of December has a prompt, so I figured it would be fun to write something up for each prompt!  Feel free to participate too, if you’d like!  It could be a fun writing game!

Like usual, I will be doing these for the characters of my story Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests. 

Today’s Prompt: Seventeen Snow Days; drinking hot chocolate; watching the snow fall from the window.

Characters: Uri & Kalcal 

Other Info: A Uri & Kalcal story?  That’s very rare!  How exciting! C: Also, Kalcal is AuDHD, so I had to include him stimming at some point.  He’s just like me for real.

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“Zenobos said it’s called ‘hot chocolate’,” Kalcal said to Uri, tearing open the packet of brown powder.  He poured it into the pot of boiling water that Zenobos had set up above the fire.  “Apparently it’s sweeter than almond water, and has . . . how did he describe it?  A ‘rich’ flavor?”

Uri nodded, watching Kalcal stir the powder in with a stick.  Kalcal then took the pot off of the stove and was about to take a sip of the contents, but Uri stopped him with a, “Wait, don’t!  It’s very hot. . .”

Kalcal blinked and looked down at the pot.  “Oh yeah, right!” he said with a laugh.  “I guess we have to wait for a bit, huh?”  He put the pot down on the ground and turned to Uri, stimming excitedly with his hands, which waved excitedly at his sides.  “You wanna chat while the hot chocolate cools down?”

“Um, sure,” Uri agreed.  “What do you want to talk about?”

Kalcal was now rocking back & forth.  “Well, I’ve always wanted to know how you met Adiel & Glarence!” he exclaimed with a grin.  “After all, Zenobos & I were the last to join the group—you knew Adiel & Glarence way before we did!  So, how’s ya meet them?”

Uri turned away, running a hand anxiously through his white hair.  “Honestly, I’d rather not say,” he said quietly.  “I was a different person back then, a lost person. . . It’s difficult for me to remember that time.”

Kalcal stopped rocking, and for a moment, the cheerful, manic entity actually looked somber.  He nodded, then went over to Uri and gave him a big hug.

Uri hadn’t been expecting that, and he sniffled, holding back tears as he leaned into Kalcal’s embrace.  “It’s ok, buddy,” Kalcal said. “You’re a better person than you were then, with us, right?” “Yeah,” Uri agreed.  He let out a happy sigh.  “I am.”

Then, he cleared his throat, and gently pushed Kalcal’s arms off of him.  “Um, do you want to check on that hot chocolate?” Uri asked.  “Hopefully it should be cooler now. . .”

“Oh yeah!” Kalcal exclaimed, a goofy, excited grin on his face.  He picked up the pot, held it up to his lips, and took a cautious sip.  His eyes went wide, and Uri cringed.  “Too hot?” Uri asked.

Kalcal shook his head and held the pot out to Uri.  “No, it’s not that hot—it’s just that I’ve never tasted something quite like that before!” Kalcal exclaimed.  “It’s so sweet and good. . .”

Uri took the pot from him and hesitantly sipped the contents.  He immediately saw what Kalcal was talking about: the flavor was creamy, smooth, and (yes) rich.  He let out a happy sigh.  “That’s really good.”

“Isn’t it?!” Kalcal exclaimed, hands flapping excitedly.  “I can’t wait for Zenobos to come back and try this!”

A small smile came on Uri’s face.  “Yeah, me too.”

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Annnd we have another one! Thank you SO MUCH to anyone who has been following along with these. I hope you are enjoying them even half as much as I'm enjoying working on them.

²⁵⁾ warm tequila in a coffee mug

It had been a nice evening, the cabin they had rented in the mountains was cozy, snow falling on the silent night as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Matty was curled up on the floor in front of said fire, wrapped in a heavy knit blanket, leaning against a plush ottoman as he read his book. One of his Tiktok romantasy novels that George used to gently tease him for before Matty had snapped at him to check his internalized misogyny and George had found himself reevaluating his entire perspective on the romance genre. Not looking up from his book, Matty raised a mug to his lips, the whipped cream on top sticking to his upper lip before he quickly licked it away, setting it back down on the floor next to him. 

George smiled, dropping more firewood into the holder by the fireplace and toeing off his snowy boots. He settled onto the floor next to Matty, though reaching behind himself to grab his own blanket from the ottoman, he knew better than to expect Matty to share. Matty would never share his blankets and after all of these years, George had made peace with that fact. Their bed at home had two duvets on it for that very reason.  

He reached over, grabbing Matty’s mug, meaning to take a sip of the hot chocolate he had seen Matty prepping in the kitchen before he had gone out for the firewood. He knew that Matty had made him his own, that his hot chocolate was still simmering over the stove so it would stay warm, a second mug on the counter next to it just waiting for George’s return. But Matty’s was closer. 

George gagged, sputtering, spewing hot chocolate all over the blankets, looking at Matty with a mixture of horror and disbelief, settling onto his features. Matty recoiled in surprise, setting his book to the side, thankfully out of the splash zone. George knew Matty would have been pissed if he had damaged the book, something about first editions and sprayed edges. 

“What the fuck?” George asked, his voice horse before he broke into a coughing fit. 

“What?” Matty asked, blinking up at George in confusion. His nose wrinkled in distaste at the mess George had made, pulling the now wet blanket away from his body. 

“Why are you drinking warm tequila in a coffee mug?” George asked. He hadn’t been expecting the bite of liquor when he had snagged Matty’s mug, and he had been expecting tequila even less. Matty knew that George hated tequila, that he had trauma from a night out with too much tequila and now even the smell of it made him nauseous.

“It’s Mexican hot chocolate,” Matty said, “there’s chili powder in there too.” 

“I couldn’t taste it over the warm tequila,” George rasped, “please tell me the rest in the kitchen doesn’t have tequila in it.” 

Matty rolled his eyes. “No, it does not have tequila in it,” he said, “I know you’re weird and won’t drink it.” 

George chuckled. “My hatred of tequila is no different than how  you feel about coconut rum.” 

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[thecosmickight]

Prompt: Hot chocolate (Izumo, Rin, Shirou)

She sighed happily as she was hit with the sent of chocolate and spices as soon as she stepped into the house.

Coat, shoes, and workbag were left in the hallway as she briskly walked to the kitchen.

Izumo leaned against the entrance of the kitchen as she watched her husband move about.

Rin had pots heating on the stove, one with a glass bowl above it. Two mugs sat on the counter next to an old cookbook opened towards the back forgotten. On his other side were different jars of spices. He grabbed one and dashed its contents into what ever he was mixing in the glass bowl.

After a minute or two, with mitten cover hands he poured the mixture into the other pot. With one hand he whisked the pot and turned the burner under the pot and bowl off.

after another thirty seconds he grabbed the single pot and poured the steaming liquid into the mugs.

Izumo pushed off the entrance and entered the kitchen.

Rin picked up one of theugs and turned around just as she was in arms reach. With a smile he handed her the mug and wrapped his tail around her waist to pull her closer.

"It's a recipe my old man use to make when we were having bad days." He grabbed his own mug and took a sip.

Izumo had heard the stories of Shirou Fujimoto since her freshman year of highschool.

Paladin, Clone, A great man, An amazing Exorcist. Most importantly, The man who raised her husband instead of killing him. She took a sip of the hot chocolate.

"It's wonderful Rin. Thank you."

[black-salt-cage]

Day #10 of our very own 25 Days of Stimmas! ⋆⁺₊❅⋆🎄₊❆⋆₊ Prompt: Hot drinks ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

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