#its a joke on cavalier and chocolatier

[monsterfloofs]

The Chocolier (Enchanted Armor x Reader) Sfw

You pushed and prodded at the dark ashen logs that sparked with bright winding flame. Raising a hand to protect yourself from the blistering heat. Giving the firewood one last jostle with your makeshift wooden poker before a gloved hand reaches around you to close the metal grate. You smile, looking up at the knight with the wood stove in its belly. The enchanted armor's head was removed, in its place laid a saucepan of boiling water with another pan set into the bubbles and steam. You gathered more wood for the stove, as the figure moved on its own, one hand constantly stirring a rich brown liquid,  balanced above its breastplate. While the other hand adding sugar and cream.

“Oh, you’re done already?” You set the logs you were carrying down, as you notice the knight holds the pan out to you. You pick your cup off the forest floor, holding it out to the armored being. They carefully tip the contents into your cup, and you retrieve it with grateful hands. Holding it close to you as you sit down on a large overturned log. The knight undoes the strange contraption it was balancing. The Breast plate shifted forward to dump the ash and fire into the firepit it was standing inside. They take a step outside the ring setting down their cooking impliments and ingredients. Then reclaiming their helmet that was laid out carefully on a cut stump. They keep their back to you as they place their head back around their shoulders. 

You take a sip and give an indulgent sigh, a hand resting momentarily on your cheek. 

“This is so good. . . Where did you get the recipe for something so heavenly?”

A squeak of metal as the armored head looks over to you. No response but it claps its hands together to show that they were delighted at your compliment. They began picking up more wood to toss on the fire before they sit down on the stump beside the fire ring. 

You had met your odd companion, being chased out of a small town for thieving sugar and other goods. Monsters typically didn’t roam this far out into human settlements, not wanting to risk unfavorable interactions. This being could pass off as a human knight well enough, and had tried and failed many times to peacefully buy supplies. 

Enchanted armor wasn’t something you saw everyday, you heard whispers of this kind of magick guarding a haunted tower or ancient city with riches beyond your dreams. Never imagining to bump into one on the road. What you managed to gleam from the statuesque being was that it wanted to be something a little different than a guard. Judging by how much it prided itself on cooking, you could only guess it had something to do with food. A passion for cooking and no way to consume it. The thought had made you sad. Until you watched it upturn the contents of the skillet into its neck cavity, where it had promptly disappeared from sight.

So the two of you had made a little deal and had begun to travel together. You could be the armor's mouthpiece, able to go into residing towns and buy what you pleased. You could buy the different ingredients that it wanted for its recipes, and for your help, they would share its cooking with you. You began to learn more cooking skills yourself as the two of you traveled alongside the road. The creature seemed to delight in having an assistant that would help chop vegetables or partake in other tasks. You didn’t ask how it was able to afford the ingredients it wanted to purchase. Though at first when it pressed gold pieces into your hands it made you weary. 

It was not the journey you had been expecting. However, it was one you gladly embrace with open arms.

“Are we going to stay here long?” You asked, the heat from the cup in your hands warming your cheeks. The being pauses to ponder your words, reaching for the stick to scrawl into the sand. 

“Two days,” was written into a patch of soft mud. You lean back, taking a thoughtful sip.

“And where are we going from here?” You asked, “You want to travel around collecting recipes as well as ingredients correct? I heard there’s a lot of good food if we continue to travel up north.” You jump as the knight leans forward in interest. 

“Th-though I can’t say for sure! I’ve just heard mumblings, that's all!” You watch the figure curiously as it mimes looking dejected, then regains its composure, clenching a fist with determination. You laugh, bringing your cup back up to your lips.

“You really are a strange one, I’ll give you that.” You hum with a smile as you let your eyes close. “I suppose that is why we make such great company. I was not good at staying at home by myself, I was told I have too many stars in my eyes.”

You hear a slight clink of metal, and you open one eye to peek at your knight. Watching it tamp down the mud to write a new message.

“I’m thankful for you,” 

You give a soft embarrassed huff at the muddy scrawl, before you blink as a small bouquet of wildflowers pinched within their thumb and forefinger is laid gently on your knee. You look down at the baby's breath, feeling your heart skip a beat. You rub the back of your neck then gently pick up the little bundle of flowers. Twirling them slowly between your fingers.