#liquid smudge recipe

[captain-hawks]

Hoshina and the color green!

soshiro hoshina x reader

c: fluff, established relationship, suggestive

Soshiro knows he should be paying attention.

“And then after you stir in the baking soda, you just have to add a bit of lime…”

The sleek surface of the knife clasped in your hand glints in the golden afternoon light pouring in through the kitchen window as you place the citrus fruit on the cutting board.

He’s completely forgotten the last three steps already.

The tough, green skin gives easily under the pressure of the blade, the lime shuddering momentarily before it stills atop the wooden surface, now split in two. 

“I know it’s easier to just use one of those little containers of juice, but it tastes so much better like this.”

You hold up one half with two fingers, wiggling it slightly with a smile on your face as you show him the lighter green shade of its soft, fleshy interior. 

He can hardly even remember what the name of this recipe is right now.

Face pinched in concentration, you squeeze the lime into a small container before pouring the liquid into the mixing bowl.

He knows you’re going to teasingly quiz him on this later, but as he watches you bring your sticky, wet fingers to your lips, tongue darting out to lick off the remaining juice—

With blades in his hands and an enemy on his heels, the Vice-Captain of the Third Division is a strong man. 

“It’s so sour,” you laugh, eyes scrunched close as you bite your tongue. 

But for you—standing barefoot in the kitchen of your tiny apartment wearing one of his old t-shirts with a smudge of flour streaked across your cheek and eyes sparkling with mischief—for you, Soshiro Hoshina is weak. 

“Is it?” he asks

“You haven’t been paying attention at all, have you?” you ask, shaking your head with a grin as he backs you up into the edge of the countertop.

“Bit hard to focus,” he shrugs, reaching behind you to lift the porcelain lid off of the sugar bowl, swiping a finger through its granulated contents.

“The recipe didn’t call for sugar,” you tell him with a raised brow. 

He brings his finger to your mouth, slowly swiping it along your bottom lip. “Sugar balances out the acidity, right?”

The hitch in your breath is audible as the crystals cling to the tacky layer of lime juice still coating your lips, and you close them around his finger, taking the digit into your mouth.

Soshiro is a weak, weak man.

“Did it work?” he asks.

You nod.

He picks up the remnants of the squeezed half and places them to his lips, letting the bitter taste coat his tongue.

“Show me,” he rasps, sliding his finger out of your mouth as he cups the side of your jaw and brings his lips to yours.

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

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Hey, loves! Suntory here! “Hot Cocoa Recipes” was the winner of the most recent poll! So, I have some one-shots for you all! We will start with the collection of MHA! Be sure to leave a bit of love to help keep me warm this winter season! Some of the recipes contain alcohol but I’m implying that everyone is aged up. Everything is implied as GN!Reader but if you’d like to see more of each one shot with specifics, leave a comment and let me know! As always, thanks for stopping by! Xooxoxoxo, Suntory Angel💙

Katsuki Bakugo

*my younger bother and grandpa are huge fans of spice so this part is just for them!*

Your eyes narrow while carefully measuring out the final secret ingredient before pouring it into the mug in front of you. This was serious business. Bending at the knee so your eye level was with the kitchen counter, closely examining as the precious liquid that was key to the recipe is stirred into the brown beverage within the mugs via your spoon. Various spices that you had painstakingly gathered over the last week were arranged in the order that you’d need them according to the recipe; cayenne, cacao, sugar, a teapot of warm milk, marshmallows, even some sticks of cinnamon were off to the side waiting patiently to be ground into a fine powder.

It had to be perfect this time.

Setting the spoon off to the side, you take a deep breath and raise the mug to your lips.

The moment it hits your tongue, down into the sink you spat it with a grimace of disgust and disappointment, curses spilling from between your lips as you dump yet another failure. Why was this so hard?! Your grandfather had made it seem so easy when he used to make it! How come you couldn’t?! A frustrated huff fills the air as you drag a hand down the central plane of your face while marching over to the refrigerator where you open it and take a quick swig from one of the bottles inside towards the back. Liquid heat and spice sting the back of your throat as you swallow the mouthful of Fireball and that’s when it hit you: you were making this too hard! It had never taken your grandfather this long to make his special hot cocoa!

“Oi, I’m home!” He calls from the entryway as he stomps inside, ridding him and his hero costume of the large clusters of snow clinging to his being. “Too damn cold even for the damn criminals to be out causing mayhem it was so annoying having to plow through those drifts!” Katsuki calls your name in that growly tone of his when you aren’t there to greet him, his brows furrowing when you still don’t appear even after he’s removed his winter gear and had even cleaned up the puddles of melted snow from the hardwood floor. Now he was starting to get a bit pissed.

He’d been stuck outside for hours on patrol, there had been no bad guys to apprehend today, and he was frozen down to his bones!

“Oi! Where the hell are you?!” Thundering footfalls stomp their way down the hall until they come to a halt within the kitchen doorway where he spots you fast asleep while sitting upon a barstool, your hands cupping a pair of mugs that hold brown liquid within them. Across your being are traces of cacao powder and other ingredients, telling the story of how you had been working hard to make him whatever was within the mug that had “World’s Number One” on it. He takes in how your hair has some cream sticking to a few tresses, a smudge of powdered sugar upon your cheek, there’s even a bit of what looked to be melted chocolate in the corner of your mouth. His footsteps are much quieter now as he crosses the kitchen until he comes up behind your slumbering form, arms on either side of yours, his muscular being lightly pressing against your arched back as his chin rests on your shoulder that allows his cheek to brush yours. “…dumbass, you can’t just go falling asleep in positions like this, you’ll only wreck your back…” he whispers softly so as not to wake you while his expression becomes tender.

Ruby red eyes that you’ve always admired drift from your being to the still somewhat steaming mugs that were before you. It’d be a shame to let your hard work get too cold and ruin whatever it was inside that mug. One of his hands slowly brings it closer. Looked harmless enough to the Pro Hero as he regards it with a slightly narrowed gaze. With a shrug, he raises it to his lips…

You wake just in time to see his eyes widen as the liquid touches his tongue and your jaw drops when he doesn’t hesitate to chug the rest down in a series of loud swallows, a faint blush appearing in your cheeks as you watch his Adam’s apple bob with each mouthful of the beverage slip down his throat.

A loud slam fills the kitchen when his hand brings the now empty mug down with a satisfied smirk raising his lips, a bright red flush across his cheeks. “Damn, that’s some good shit right there, firecracker!” He proclaims with a near whistle-like exhale coming from his pursed lips. Around your being wraps his muscular arms as he lifts you from the barstool to hug you tightly, his face burying into your shoulder. “Tell me there’s more! I gotta have more of that stuff!”

You don’t even protest when he swipes your own mug and downs it within a single gulp. “I take it you like it?”

“I fucking love this stuff!” His ruby eyes are practically as blazing as his now reddened face, the chill now long gone from his bones. “Show me how you made it?”

How could you say no?

Fumikage Tokoyami

Snow crunches beneath your boots as you walk along the sidewalk, gazing up at the glittering holiday lights that twinkle and shimmer brilliantly. The park was abuzz with people ice skating on the nearby ponds as vendors serving snacks or beverages ranging from popcorn to coffee to help keep everyone warm from the cold. A glance at your phone revealed that the time for your meet with him was at hand yet there was no sign of him anywhere.

“There you are!”

A surprised yelp rises up your throat when Dark Shadow suddenly sweep you up from behind and takes you into the air, suspending you a few inches from the ground as he nuzzles and coos softly into your being. “Not like I was hiding or anything!” You giggle, rubbing the top of the shadow creature’s head. “Am I late?”

“Nope! Right on time!” Dark Shadow grins as he gently places you back down on the ground. “Let’s go!”

“Where?”

The answer came in the form of you finding yourself seated on a sled with Dark Shadow pulling it like a happy little shadow-bird-creature who swiftly moves across the snow covered terrain. Over some drifts, through a garden, even over a bridge of the nearby creek he carried you. Only when a lit gazebo comes into view does he screech to a halt that allows the sled to drift to a stop in front of the stairs. There were curtained lights draped over the gazebo to give it a mystical feel of mystery as Dark Shadow vanishes.

Guess you were supposed to venture inside.

Crunching of snow gives way to the creak of wood as you stomp the snow from your boots and slip between the parts of the curtains.

Waiting for you is a warmer environment complete with plush pillows, a table surrounded by a blanket, and a patiently waiting Fumikage who smiles faintly when see you. “Welcome, angel, I hope Dark Shadow was gentle in his journey to bring you here.” Dressed in a red, slim fit sweater and black stained jeans that matches his bird-like features, he was truly a sight to behold. “Come. Sit, please.”

Shedding your boots and coat took less than a second and you were soon seated across from him with a blissful smile and sigh when finding the cushion super plush beneath you. “Fumikage, this is amazing! Did you set all this up?”

“Indeed.” He answers simply with a tilt of his head. “All for you, my angel.”

“This was super sweet of you. I feel a bit spoiled, if I’m to be honest.”

“As you should be considering the season.” A wrapped box appears from the side, wrapped neatly in black velvet and red satin ribbon. He slips it across the table with a serious expression. “For you.”

It was your turn to tilt your head as you brought the box closer. So perfectly wrapped, it would be a shame to ruin it by opening the parcel, yet he gave an encouraging nod when you hesitated. Whatever inside must be important. Your fingers remove the satin scarlet ribbon and carefully lift the lid. Upon a bed of black velvet are an assortments of what appeared to be… “Chocolates?”

“Not just any ordinary chocolates, angel, look closer.” He says softly.

They were unlike anything you’ve ever seen before; not Lindt based on the shapes, Ghirardelli were much smaller and flatter than these, Russel Stover had never smelled so nice. And the variety, decorations upon each were pristine, were unlike any you’ve seen in windows or displays. “Did you…make these?” Your jaw drops as he nods. “W-wow! These look good enough to sell in a store!”

A small smile lifts his beak. “I made sure to avoid all allergens, such as nuts and dairy, along with ensuring no cross contamination occurred as I prepared those for my family.”

“I didn’t know you were such a talented chocolatier.” An impressed smile raises your lips at his words.

“I wasn’t until you expressed how you had a difficulty in locating chocolates that would not affect your health.” Leaning over, he carefully selects one and lightly presses it to your lips.

Surprised by the bold move, you failed to offer any objection as he slips the decadent treat into your mouth and it practically melts across your tongue. Realization hits you at the taste. “A-are these all hot cocoa based chocolates?!”

“Indeed. You wore a fond expression when recalling the ones your mother used to make. I simply asked your family to help me recreate them and once the chocolates had passed their rigorous examinations, I have now presented them to you.” Fumikage’s carmine gaze was warm as they meet yours, the smile still raising his beak. “I deserve to be happy, my angel, and I hope I helped in some way.” A chuckle rises up his chest when you practically scramble over the table to tackle him in a tight embrace that makes the two of you fall backwards onto the pillows.

Shoto Todoroki

*there’s no officially written recipe that we follow but this is one of our favorites that we make every year!*

A thoughtful expression is on your face as you watch the blender turn on with the press of the button that makes the green liquid within churn. This was definitely unorthodox recipe to follow but, hey, you’ll try anything once. Hot cocoa mix, marshmallows, whipped cream, an empty tub of vanilla ice cream, some colorful straws, and a large dark brown bottle are strewn across the counter. Tradition didn’t call for a recipe card, nor did anyone in the family need it, the tongue was all that was necessary. Silence falls as the blender turn off with the press of your finger and take the chance to taste it via a spoon you kept nearby.

You turn with a smile when hearing his calm tone call your name, smacking your lips slightly when tasting the concoction. “Shoto! Welcome home! How’s the weather outside?”

Shoto Todoroki glances from you to the blender in curiosity, though his expression remained neutral. “It was fine. Patrol was uneventful.” His mismatched gaze meets yours. “I see you’ve been busy I see.”

“Mhm!” You nod eagerly while tossing the spoon into the sink where it clatters for a few seconds. “And its ready!”

With care, you tip the contents of the blender into two prepared steins lined with chocolate syrup until they are about two inches from being filled completely. That’s where the whipped cream and marshmallows come in! Around and around you moved the can of whipped topping until neat mountains of white top each stein that are soon joined by marshmallows and even a few sprinkles before slipping striped straws into both. “Voila! I present to you: Boozy Grinch’s Toboggan Cocoa Slush!”

His brows rise slightly. “Bless you?” The duo quirk user accepts the stein you hand him, regarding the strange titled green substance from every angle. It seemed harmless enough, even seemed a bit picturesque, tempting him to take a picture of it just for memory sake. That wasn’t necessary though. You could always make it again. “Do I drink it in one go or nurse it?”

“I’d be surprised if you could down it in a single gulp.” A laugh bubbles up your throat as you watch him. “It’s just ice cream, chocolate syrup, Irish Cream liquor, hot cocoa mix, milk, ice, and a few drops of green food coloring. We can always swap the vanilla ice cream for mint chocolate ice cream or add peanut butter, like my dad did, if you’d like that more for next time.” Picking up your own stein, you tap it against his with a smile. “Cheers!”

He followed your example and took a few sips from the straw. Those mismatched eyes widen beyond what you though possible as his lips part from the drinking utensil. Silence weighed heavily as you anxiously awaited for his verdict. For several moments you thought he was going to politely place it off to the side then say some words to either spare your feelings or shoot down your hopes of hearing if he liked it or not.

Your brows furrow when his lips wrap around the straw again.

Bit by bit, the beverage disappears up the straw and down his throat with bobs of his Adam’s Apple accompanied by audible swallows.

Then your brows rise when every last drop of the special drink, whipped cream included, vanished between his lips. “S-Shoto, did you just…”

“Is there more, love?”

A purse of your lips allows a “pffftt” to sound as you exhale. “You might want to slow down since the Irish Cream contains alcohol.”

All he does is hold out the stein again with hopeful eyes and a slight hiccup.

Eijiro Kirishima

“Just trust me! I’ve never steered you wrong before!” He assures while leading you by the large, calloused hand that dwarfed yours. It never ceased to amaze you of just how burly and much bigger he was than you. Never has it bothered you, in fact it was one of the things you’ve come to admire and love about him, that and his equally big heart. “Come on, you won’t regret this!” The Pro Hero with long, red hair laughs heartily as he uses his other hand to cover your eyes.

“Okay, okay! I’m coming! Just don’t lead me off the edge of a cliff or nothin’, ‘kay?” You chuckle lowly to yourself though it seemed a bit nervous.

“I’m not Bakugo or Kaminari, this is me we are talking about! You know me better than to think I’d ever do such a thing.” Comes his assurance in the form of a squeeze to his left hand that holds yours still.

Excitement bubbled within your veins as he places you upon the couch and then hear his footsteps hurry to stand opposite of the coffee table so you were across from him. “Okay! Open sesame!”

Your eyes blink for several seconds when they appear from behind your hand that he’d replaced with his own so he could move away.

Arranged upon the coffee table, atop of a mistletoe themed tablecloth, you have laid out several dishes of condiments; sprinkles, cans of whipped cream, candy canes, unwrapped bars of various flavored chocolates, different shaped or types of marshmallows, powdered sugar, silly straws, and even some drizzle syrups! A string of twinkling lights is woven among the dishes, casting the room and yourselves in their shifting sparkles. On the television is the crackling fireplace channel to help bring an extra level of coziness.

“Tada!” He says with flare, the bright grin that always threatened to rob the heart right out of your chest appearing upon his face. Upon his being is a reindeer fashioned onesie complete with a hood adorned with plush antlers and a pattern of silver bells around the wrists and ankles. It’s clearly too small for Eijiro Kirishima’s built and muscular being but odds were that was the only size the store had on hand. The sight of him wearing it though was almost for you to take!

And, boy, does your heart explode with affection, and laughter, for this man when he reveals that there is a butt flap with pride that has a fluffy little deer tail upon it!

“Eijiro, is this a Hot Cocoa Bar date?” You ask hoarsely from around the tangled ball of emotion in your throat.

“That’s right, pebble! I got all this just for you!” The couch creaks as he moves around then plops down upon the cushion, making you bounce, before his muscular arms wrap around you lovingly. “I’d never forget how much you love the holidays so of course I pulled out all the stops for our special date night!” One of his digits gently presses against your lips when they part. “I know it was your turn to plan it out, but I couldn’t resist! I had to do this for you, baby shark, so no ‘ifs’ ‘ands’ or ‘buts’ about it!”

Touched, you could only watch as he carefully, and precisely, prepares the first mug of cocoa just how you liked before placing it between your hands. The blanket that’s always been your favorite, not too fluffy but also not too light, is wrapped around your shoulders before he draws you close by the waist. You could smell your favorite cologne on him that he only saved for dates like tonight when he knew cuddles, or more, would occur, knowing full well that the scent would help you relax.

Keigo Takami

Just as you predicted, you found the Winged Hero upon the rooftop overlooking the twinkling city below. You could’ve tried to be silent but it wouldn’t have accomplished anything so you allowed the access door to close behind you with enough sound to announce your arrival. The chilly winter breeze makes your breaths come out in clouds as you approach him. “Hey.”

Amber eyes shift from the scene before him to the corner of his eyes as you come to a stop beside where he sat with wings outstretched so he could better feel the wind and vibrations. The crimson feathers were fully splayed so as to maximize their sensory range and sensitivity. They never ceased to amaze you in size or brilliance in color. “Hey, kid. What brings you up here of all places?” There was a tone of indifference in his voice, it honestly almost sounded bored, yet you’ve known him long enough than to believe that’s how he truly felt.

“Thought I would bring you a little something since you got the night patrol shift tonight.”

He blinks when you offer him a thermos. A chuckle sounds from Keigo Takami regards it with half-hopeful half-disappointed gaze. “Can’t tonight, kid, gotta stay sharp tonight.”

Rolling your eyes, a smile lifting your lips, you unscrew the lid and pour the steaming liquid before offering it to him. “It’s not alcohol, though I was tempted.”

His gloved hand carefully accepts it, regarding it with slightly widened eyes and an expression of interest as his senses are filled with the scent of melted chocolate. “What is it?”

“It’s not gonna dampen your senses, it’ll give you a bit of energy, and provide you something warm to drink while you’re on patrol.”

The explanation was simple, straightforward, practical, even a bit personal since he’d confessed to have never tried the classic cold season beverage. And that had blown your mind. Then again, considering his backstory, it shouldn’t have been a huge surprise.

“Just try it.” You gently encourage with a smile, trying not to laugh at the near childlike innocence he exhibited.

The eyes beneath the visor narrow then widen as he takes a hesitant sip then downs the whole cap in one fell gulp. His wings puff at the sudden flood of heat to his system, making them appear especially fluffy, as they shiver and tremble as he seems to greedily lick his lips for several seconds. “What is it?”

A giggle rises up your throat unable to resist the urge to made a bird pun. “That, Polly, is hot cocoa with a bit of coffee. Just don’t drink the whole thing in one go because then you’ll be up for the few days. Pace yourself, you hear me?” You playfully nudge him with your shoulder.

“This is some good stuff.” He practically coos, breaking into a smile. “What’s in it?”

“Bit of cream, melted chocolate, baking cocoa, some marshmallows… You can put anything in it from candy canes to cinnamon but I like a hint of RumChata.” You held up your hands when his head snaps in your direction. “Easy! The hot temperature pretty much cancels out the alcohol in it so all that’s left is the flavor. You’ll remain completely sober while you’re on duty.”

Its not for several seconds that his expression finally relaxes. “You made this just for me?”

A faint blush enters your cheeks when looking out at the city below, shivering as the cold wind blows by. “Couldn’t have you freezing your ass off in this cold.”

Up your throat rises a gasp when warmth surrounded you courtesy of a large, crimson wing that wraps around your form, shielding you from both the cold and icy wind. The feathers are soft and teasing as they brush your chilled cheeks and the tips of your ears but there is underlying care beneath their touches. Their warmth was infectious, easing the chill from your bones as you can’t resist the temptation to lean into him. Your being meets his side, the wing tucking you protectively against him when another breeze sweeps past.

“Thanks, baby bird…” His breath that lingers with the scent of the hot cocoa wafts your senses as his chin rests atop of your head.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS 🎁 MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄 HAPPY CHRISTMAS 🪔 HAPPY HANUKKAH!!!!!

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Sugar Cookie Dreidels

Sugar cookie dreidels are a delightful and festive treat that's perfect for celebrating Hanukkah. These adorable cookies are shaped like dreidels, the spinning tops used in the traditional Hanukkah game. They're made with a simple sugar cookie dough, decorated with colorful frosting and sprinkles, and often filled with small candies or treats.

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Sugar Cookie Dreidels

Course: Snacks, TreatsKeyword: Cookies, Hanukkah, Holidays, Jewish Prep Time: 15 minutes minutesCook Time: 2 hours hours 31 minutes minutes Servings: 6 people Calories: 356kcal Sugar cookie dreidels are a delightful Hanukkah treat. These festive cookies are shaped like dreidels, decorated with colorful frosting and sprinkles, and perfect for celebrating the Festival of Lights. Print Recipe Ingredients 2 Logs Sugar Cookie Dough Store bought is fine ( or see the link below for our recipe to make the dough)

½ Cup All-Purpose Flour  7 oz White Cookie Icing tube  7 oz Blue Cookie Icing tube  16 oz Vanilla Frosting  10 oz M&M's MinisGet ingredients with

InstructionsIt's time to assemble your delicious dreidel treats! Start by piping a border of frosting around the edge of each cookie. Use a small round tip on your piping bag for this. Fill the center of the cookies with your favorite treats, such as colorful candies, chopped nuts, or chocolate chips. Be creative and have fun with the fillings! Once you've filled the cookies, you can add additional decorations, like sprinkles or edible glitter, for an extra festive touch. Preheat your oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Arrange the chilled cookies on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper, leaving some space between them. Place the baking sheet in the preheated oven. Bake for approximately 9 minutes, or until the edges of the cookies become golden brown. The cookies will continue to bake slightly as they cool. Once baked, remove the cookies from the oven and let them cool completely on the baking sheet. This will prevent them from breaking when you decorate them. It's time to assemble your delicious dreidel treats! Start by piping a border of frosting around the edge of each cookie. Use a small round tip on your piping bag for this. Fill the center of the cookies with your favorite treats, such as colorful candies, chopped nuts, or chocolate chips. Be creative and have fun with the fillings! Once you've filled the cookies, you can add additional decorations, like sprinkles or edible glitter, for an extra festive touch. Gently place a whole cut-out cookie on top of the frosting border, aligning it with the bottom cookie. Now, fill the hole in the center with your favorite small candies. M&M's Minis work well, but you can also use sprinkles, chocolate chips, or any other small treats that will fit. To assemble the cookies, use a piping bag or a small knife to carefully outline the edge of each cookie with cookie icing. Gently place a whole cookie on top of the icing, creating a sandwich with the filling in the center. Transfer the assembled cookies to a wire rack placed on a baking sheet. This will allow any excess icing to drip off and prevent the cookies from sticking to the baking sheet. Let the cookie icing set for about 5 minutes before serving or storing. Repeat the process with the remaining cookies. To create a smooth and glossy finish, transfer the frosting to a liquid measuring cup. Heat the frosting in the microwave in short bursts, about 15 seconds at a time, until it is melted and pourable. Stir the frosting to ensure it's evenly melted. Carefully pour the melted frosting over the assembled dreidels, allowing it to flow over the sides and completely cover the cookies. Leave the assembled dreidels at room temperature for about an hour to allow the frosting to harden completely. This will prevent the blue icing from smudging or mixing with the white frosting. Once the frosting is set, use a piping bag or a toothpick to decorate the dreidels with blue icing. You can create patterns, write letters, or add other festive designs. NotesIngredients: Sugar Cookie Dough: Use your favorite homemade sugar cookie dough recipe or a store-bought refrigerated dough. Flour: A little extra flour helps prevent the dough from sticking while rolling. Cookie Cutters: You'll need a dreidel-shaped cookie cutter. Piping Tip: Use the back of a round piping tip (or a similarly sized object) to cut out the center of the cookies. Cookie Icing: Use store-bought or homemade cookie icing in white and blue. Fillings: Get creative with the fillings! M&M's Minis, sprinkles, chocolate chips, chopped nuts, and small candies all work well. Preparing the Dough: Chill the Dough: If using store-bought dough, make sure it's properly chilled before rolling it out. Flour the Surface: Lightly flour your work surface and rolling pin to prevent sticking. Roll Evenly: Roll the dough to a consistent ¼-inch thickness for even baking. Refrigerate Cut-Outs: Chilling the cut-out cookies helps them hold their shape during baking.  Baking: Preheat the Oven: Make sure your oven is properly preheated to 350°F. Baking Time: Keep a close eye on the cookies as they bake. The baking time may vary depending on your oven and the thickness of the cookies. Cool Completely: Allow the cookies to cool completely on the baking sheet before decorating. This prevents them from breaking. Assembling and Decorating: Piping Icing: Use a piping bag with a small round tip for precise icing application. Fillings: Be creative with the fillings! Use a variety of colors and textures for a festive look. Frosting: Melt the frosting in the microwave in short bursts to avoid overheating. Hardening Time: Allow the frosting to harden completely before adding additional decorations. Storage: Store the assembled dreidels in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 3 days. Extra Tips: Make it a Family Activity: Decorating the dreidels is a fun activity for kids and adults alike. Get Creative: Experiment with different colors and designs for the frosting and fillings. Add Sprinkles: Sprinkles or edible glitter add a festive touch. Personalize: Use different colored icing to write names or initials on the dreidels. With these tips, you'll be able to create delicious and festive sugar cookie dreidels that are perfect for celebrating Hanukkah! NutritionServing: 5oz | Calories: 356kcal | Carbohydrates: 60g | Protein: 1g | Fat: 12g | Saturated Fat: 2g | Polyunsaturated Fat: 6g | Monounsaturated Fat: 4g | Cholesterol: 0.04mg | Sodium: 140mg | Potassium: 38mg | Fiber: 0.3g | Sugar: 48g | Vitamin A: 0.3IU | Calcium: 4mg | Iron: 1mg

List of Ingredients:

Ingredients: 2 logs of sugar cookie dough (store-bought is fine) ½ cup all-purpose flour 7 oz tube of white cookie icing 7 oz tube of blue cookie icing 16 oz vanilla frosting 10 oz M&M's Minis

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History of Sugar Cookie Dreidels

While the exact origin of sugar cookie dreidels is a bit unclear, they likely emerged from a combination of factors: Sugar Cookies: Sugar cookies have a long history, dating back to the 17th century. Their versatility and ability to be cut into various shapes made them a popular choice for holiday baking. Dreidel Tradition: The dreidel is a spinning top used in a Hanukkah game, and it has become a symbol of the holiday. Creative Baking: As cookie decorating and themed treats became more popular, it's likely that bakers started experimenting with shaping sugar cookies into dreidels for Hanukkah celebrations. Popularity Boost: The rise of food blogs, social media, and online recipe sharing likely contributed to the wider popularity of sugar cookie dreidels in recent years. Possible Influences: Hanukkah Cookies: The tradition of making Hanukkah cookies, similar to Christmas cookies but with Hanukkah-themed shapes and decorations, likely played a role. Linzer Cookies: These sandwich cookies with a cutout top layer and a filling might have inspired the idea of creating dreidel cookies with a compartment for holding treats. Modern Variations: Today, you'll find countless variations of sugar cookie dreidels, with different flavors, colors, fillings, and decorations. They remain a popular treat for Hanukkah, enjoyed by people of all ages. While the exact history might be a bit hazy, sugar cookie dreidels represent a delightful blend of culinary creativity and Hanukkah traditions. They're a testament to the joy of baking and the festive spirit of the holiday season. If you tried this recipe please share with us. Be as detailed as possible in your descriptions. Your Details Name* Email* Recipe Essentials Image Recipe Name* Summary Ingredients* One ingredient per line Instructions* One instruction per line Equipment Recipe Details Servings Prep Time Cook Time Total Time Recipe TagsSeparate multiple tags with a comma. For example: Italian, American Courses Cuisines Read the full article

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𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞

⋆ ★ '𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞' - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

chapter summary: Satoru faces the terrifying possibility of losing you because of someone else’s reckless mistake, but he manages to save you, bringing you back from the edge. Every touch, every word is filled with tenderness, his relief palpable as he steadies you, feeds you, and ensures you feel his warmth beside you.

warnings: near death experience from reader, description of wounds and limbs, blood, first aid (more or less adequate), "hospital" experience, Satoru is a menace (in general and to someone), hurt/comfort (a lot), a lot of caring from Satoru, full blown princess treatment for reader, pet names (princess), he is still teasing but worried.

author's note: This chapter is a little longer than I expected, but I hope you will still enjoy it c:

You lay sprawled on the floor.

Your breaths coming in ragged gasps, the taste of blood sharp and metallic on your tongue.

The ground beneath you felt warm.

You couldn't move your arm, you totally lost contact with the torn tissue. Your non-dominant hand tried to plug the hole that had formed at your abdomen.

Blood pooled around you, thick and dark, clinging to your skin and clothes, spreading beneath your body like ink on paper. Coldness began to creep in, sinking through your muscles, and with it, an unbearable heaviness.

Everything hurt you, it hurt so much.

You were so tired, sleep clawing at the edges of your mind, whispering promises of release.

You knew you didn't have much time.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye one last time, far away, to the exit of the domain that you made so that everyone could escape. Not everyone made it, you didn't have enough strength to hold the way of escape. People screamed and fled deeper into the dark, chased by the curse - leaving you alone.

With a quivering hand slick with blood, you managed to grab your phone, its surface smudged and smeared from your grip. Your thumb trembled as you unlocked the screen, the faint glow casting pale light onto your weary face.

You dialled the first number from your recent calls.

It's worth a try, maybe this domain is still weak enough that the phone signal will manage to get through.

Even the phone seemed heavy to you. You could feel yourself slowly choking as blood rushed to your throat from internal bleeding.

The call connected, and his voice filled your ear, casual, warm, blissfully unaware.

"Hey~ Relax, I know what you're calling for. I can cook that ramen. Got the recipe right here. I've got it all under control!" in the background, you could hear the shuffle of kitchen utensils, the clinking of pots and pans. There was comfort in that sound, familiar, so ordinary.

"Sato…ru.." you rasped, your voice barely more than a breath, your mouth filling with blood as you struggled to speak.

The noise on his end stilled in an instant. Silence fell, tense and sharp.

"Where are you?" his voice was hard, worried, so different from the playful tone he’d used just seconds before.

You tried to answer, but your throat was full, each breath a struggle against the liquid heat rising up, drowning your words.

You managed to roll onto your side. You hissed as you shifted, pressing weight onto your injured arm. Blood escaped from your throat, allowing you to speak a little.

“Civilians... inside the domain..." you whispered, voice thin and fragile, every syllable a labor of will "Two curses.... the other still... lives..." you could hear a sharp clatter from his end, something falling, maybe a knife or a spoon, maybe something heavier, but it was all blending into the haze.

"Where are you, answer me (Y/N)!"

But you didn't listen, trying to gave him important information before your gone.

"Hit the mirror..." you coughed ".. when your done, it's outside."

"Damn it! Answer me!"

"I'm.. not gonna make it.." you paused, feeling your consciousness slipping away "I’m so sorry, ‘toru…" you whispered, dropping your phone on the floor.

Darkness closed in, thick and final, but just before it claimed you, you thought you heard him calling your name, his voice taut and desperate, reaching through the static

★ --

"Shoko! Get over here, now!"

The hospital doors flew open as he appeared, and he didn’t bother to hold back his voice, shouting Shoko’s name with a force that echoed down the sterile hallways

The intensity was enough to scatter anyone who dared cross his path, medical staff and sorcerers alike stepping back, wide-eyed and fearful as Satoru strode forward, not slowing, his face an icy mask of resolve.

"Get out of my way!" he snapped at anyone lingering in the halls, his voice sharp and carrying a barely controlled fury.

Despite his quite controlled exterior, his mind was racing, worry clawing at him like he’d never known. His thoughts clung to the what-ifs, the questions he never let himself think but now couldn’t ignore.

Had he made it in time?

He looked at you.

You looked like a small, battered doll. Your eyes almost lifeless, your expression petrified. The cursed energy in your body barely glimmered. He hugged you tighter to himself, pulling your limbs tighter to hold you even tighter.

"Hold on, please - we're almost there." he murmured, more to himself than to you

Please, please, please stay with me.

He turned to the left corridor.

He found her, and relief mingled with his urgency. Shoko took one look at you in his arms, the blood trailing from your side, the limp, lifeless way your arm hung by a thread, and her face paled, a steely focus settling into her gaze.

"Put her down here." Shoko ordered, snapping out of her shock.

She had no time for questions, no time for explanations. She turned to her assistants, barking orders with a precision born of experience "Prep the room. I’ll need blood transfusions - check her chart, sutures, cursed energy patches - everything we have."

Satoru laid you down on the nearest examination bed, his movements almost mechanical, though the tremor in his hands betrayed the turmoil within him. He stepped back only enough to allow Shoko space to work, his jaw clenched as he watched her assess your injuries.

The assistant returned with everything Shoko had ordered.

"Do you know how much blood she's lost?" she asked hurriedly, putting on gloves and a face mask.

"A lot" was all he could say.

She began with your shoulder, examining the nearly severed arm hanging grotesquely by a strip of muscle and skin. Blood soaked through her gloves as she lifted the limb carefully, eyes dark with concentration.

“Her arm is barely attached,” she muttered under her breath, reaching for a clamp to stem the blood flow “The wound is extensive, torn straight through muscle and tendons.”

Shoko’s assistant hovered nearby, their faces set in grim concentration as they handed her the tools she needed.

"Stop the bleeding in the lower abdomen." ordering one of the astists, she turned to the other "And you start the transfusions."

Satoru stayed silent, his gaze fixed on you, his body taut as he watched her work.

Shoko’s hands moved deftly, sealing off the worst of the blood loss with a cursed energy barrier, pressing her hands to the wound as she worked to restore circulation to your arm. Her reverse cursed technique glowed faintly, a steady stream of healing energy pulsing through your battered shoulder as she mended the torn tendons, weaving muscle fibers back together with meticulous care. The procedure was painstaking, every inch of the damage requiring careful attention, but Shoko’s focus was unshakable.

She had to stabilise you - that was the priority.

Then her hands took care of your stomach.

It took maybe 5-7 minutes, however, for Satoru everything lasted like hours. He had to stand and watch as a group of people covered the view of you.

"How bad is it?" his voice broke through the silence, rough and strained. He wanted any information. Any confirmation that he had made it in time.

Shoko glanced up, her expression guarded. “She’s lost a lot of blood. The damage is severe." she was specific and gave facts. As usual. There was no point in lying to him.

“This..." she traced the torn flesh of your shoulder carefully "It’s so close to major arteries. We’re lucky she made it this far."

Satoru’s fists clenched, his gaze dark as he watched her press a gauze pad to your side, the blood staining it immediately.

"I got here as fast as I could." he murmured, barely more than a whisper, his voice laced with an emotion he seldom showed.

He drifted away in thought for a moment.

Slipping into his mind.

The room seemed too bright and the blood everywhere too dark. The noise of the medical machines was disturbed by the sound of his pounding heart.

His gaze lingered on the trail of blood just below his feet, leading directly to your bed. He watched the small spots on the floor, and observe as they getting bigger, literally growing before his eyes, consuming his shoes.

The sight of your body in a pool of blood flashed through his mind.

Over, and over, and over.

And over again.

Shoko's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

To her, Satoru simply stood with his head bowed down, stone-faced.

"Gojo. Her condition is stable. Please wait outside, I will take care of everything now."

Satoru noded, his shoulders slumping.

He moved closer to the bed, he put his hand on your palm, squeezing it lightly, before turning to Shoko.

"Thank you, Shoko." he murmured, his voice barely audible.

He glanced at you again before leaving the room, watching you disappear again behind a curtain of people who were trying to keep you alive.

He knew what he had to do now.

★ --

Satoru appeared after a while in the corridor, his footsteps echoing against the polished floor as he walked.

An energy pulsed off him in waves.

The air around him felt charged, almost volatile, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced by something colder, something that made those nearby shrink back. His gaze was concealed behind the bandages, his expression was unreadable, a stone mask that gave nothing away.

From her spot by the wall, Shoko watched him with a wary gaze, a cigarette still held between her fingers as she blew out a last puff of smoke.

Her hard work has paid off - she has stabilised you.

She took in the scene as he approached - the smears of blood staining his jacket, the dark flecks of cursed energy lingering in the air around him, and the deep, cold set of his jaw. She could only imagine the wreckage he’d left behind, the remnants of whatever curse had dared to harm you.

As he neared her, he drew a white handkerchief from his pocket, unfolding it with calm precision. Shoko’s eyes followed the movement, noting the slight tremor in his fingers as he began methodically wiping away the purple blood splattered across his hands.

He moved slowly, almost obsessively, wiping each knuckle, each crease, as if trying to erase every trace of what he’d done.

"Did it suffer?" she asked.

Satoru finished wiping his hands, folding the bloodstained cloth neatly before pocketing it. He didn’t answer immediately.

"More than enough." he replied after a while, his voice like steel.

The famous Gojo Satoru getting his hands dirty.

He glanced back toward your room, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. The fury that had burned in him faded, replaced by the exhaustion.

"Can I… see her?" his voice was low, uncharacteristically tentative.

Shoko nodded "Yes, the worst is over, she’s sleeping now."

"Thank you - again." he gave her a nod.

Without thinking, he approached the door and pulled gently on the handle, entering the room quietly.

Shoko saw that for a moment, he was the man who'd rushed to your side, not the sorcerer who’d torn through curses with cold precision.

★ --

The soft hum of teleportation barely registered as Satoru reappeared in his own home, the familiar surroundings both grounding and jarring. The scent of something burnt hit his nose first, and then he noticed the plume of smoke curling up from the kitchen. His stomach sank. He’d left the ramen on the stove, the pot now emitting a dark, acrid smell.

"Do you have any idea what you almost did!?" Megumi yelled, his tone sharp "You left the ramen on the stove - almost burned down the kitchen!"

Satoru opened his mouth to respond, maybe to offer a laugh or a joke, but the words died as Megumi's gaze softened, his expression changing as he took in Satoru’s face. The stone face, the faint streaks of blood on his collar, the tension that lingered despite his attempts to relax. Megumi’s scolding faded, and worry took its place. Tsumiki who appeared next to him had the same look on her young face.

"I’m sorry about the ramen, kiddo. I was… distracted. Something happened." Satoru’s tone shifted, calm and steady, though a note of heaviness remained "There was an accident. Your mom... she got hurt pretty badly, but she’s in good hands now. She’s being taken care of."

Both kids froze, their faces mirroring an all-too-familiar look of fear. Tsumiki’s hands flew to her mouth, and Megumi’s normally composed demeanor broke, his eyes wide "Is she going to be okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Can we see her?" Tsumiki asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes." Satoru assured them, placing a gentle hand on each of their shoulders "She’s stable now. She’s safe." he paused, his voice softening as he added "You’ll be able to see her soon. I’ll take you both to visit her in a day or two, once she’s rested a bit. Or maybe she'll even be home by then."

The kids nodded, though their expressions were still clouded with worry. He offered them a head pat and reassuring smile, one that felt fragile even as he gave it, before excusing himself to gather a few things for you.

Satoru went to your shared room, pulling together a bag of things you’d want with you. He packed the essentials - clean clothes, hygiene products, a book you hadn’t finished yet with the worn bookmark you always used. His hand lingered over his softest pair of socks, slipping them into the bag because he knew how cold you got in clinic rooms. He added a few of your favorite snacks, the ones you always reached for on the top shelf, and finally, a small cushion from the couch that still held a trace of your favorite scent. He knew these were just small things, but they felt like tiny comforts he could offer to make you feel a little less alone when you wake up.

After he’d packed everything, Satoru paused in the quiet of the apartment. The kids had gone to bed, their lingering glances filled with worry and questions they hadn’t voiced.

He took a deep breath, trying to quiet the aftershocks of fear and anger that had burned through him. His fingers curled around the strap of the bag, as though anchoring himself in the thought of seeing you again, of bringing these small tokens of home to you.

He tried everything to prevent his mind from racing again.

With one last glance at the quiet apartment, he teleported back to your hospital room.

★ --

Light, more brightness.

More noise.

And more pain.

Your eyes flutter open, everything slowly coming into focus. A heaviness settles over your body, a dull ache throbbing in every limb. As you shift slightly, you catch sight of the IV needle taped to your hand, a soft bandage wrapped around the other, the skin numb, likely due to the strong meds they’d pumped into your system.

You exhale, bracing yourself as you slowly rise into a semi-sitting position, feeling the stiffness in your muscles protesting with every movement.

You made it through.

You're alive.

He saved you.

You knew it, you didn't see or feel him coming for you, yet only he would be able to get to you so quickly. No one else would have been able to help you.

Gratitude wells up inside you, mingled with the lingering haze of exhaustion. You don't know how to thank him. You would like to repay him in every bit of your existance.

You feel like you could lie there for hours, let the heaviness of sleep pull you back under. But, despite it all, you can’t ignore the small flicker of relief that you’re still here.

You survived today to die tomorrow.

It’s been an hour or maybe two when you tried to be awake - time’s hard to gauge in this half-dazed state.

The thought crosses your mind - just how long did you sleep?

You squint at the dim light seeping into the room, but there’s no sense of time here.

You start to egzaminate yourself.

Your dominant hand feels strange, disconnected - it’s there, resting on the blanket, but no matter how much you try, you can barely move it. The faintest twitches respond to your will, but there’s almost no control, like it’s not quite part of you. It’s unsettling, a reminder that your body has been through more than it can comfortably handle.

You pull the duvet, taking in the scattering of bruises and scratches that color your legs, each one a map of the recent battle. Carefully, you place your other hand on your hip, fingers brushing over a new scar, raised and raw, but without the sharpness of stitches. You can touch it, sure, and yet your senses are muted, dulled under the weight of painkillers coursing through your system. There’s a heaviness in your head too, a sluggishness, that made you almost sloppy.

It's not so bad - you need to thank Shoko. You could feel that she's not finished yet, she probably didn't have the strength anymore, so she made what she could.

At least you had an arm, right?

A glance around the room brings your eyes to the chair beside the small cupboard. On it sits a familiar black bag, half-zipped, with the fabric bulging slightly from the careful packing. Resting on the cupboard is your book, its cover worn, your favorite bookmark peeking out from between the pages. A small smile tugs at your lips despite the discomfort.

You reach toward the bag, tugging it closer, the weight of it almost too much as your fingers dig into the straps. With effort, you haul it onto the bed, wincing as the motion tugs at sore muscles. Slowly, carefully, you unzip it, peeling back the top to reveal neatly folded fabrics inside. Clean clothes, hygiene products, snacks, a big sweater that’s unmistakably Satoru’s, and a pair of warm socks - those oversized ones you’d always borrowed.

You smile, the simple sight of them lifting your spirits just a little. Satoru’s little touches are everywhere in this moment; he’d thought of every detail. With a bit of effort, you tug on the socks, feeling their warmth, thanking him for thinking of your poor, cold limbs.

You looked at the sweater.

Your gaze shifts to the doorway, lingering a moment to ensure no one is around. The hall outside is empty, and the door to your room is slightly ajar, but not a soul is passing by. Satisfied, you turn back to Satoru’s sweater, drawing it closer, letting your fingers sink into the soft fabric, drowning in the scent of his cologne mixing with something unmistakably him - a warm, comforting aroma that always brings you a sense of calm.

It’s not your fault he smells so perfect; you’d picked out that cologne yourself, after all, and it suits him like nothing else.

You allow yourself a quiet smile, eyes still closed, feeling both comforted and amused at how easily his scent seems to chase away the chill of the room.

Gritting your teeth, you try to sit up, sliding your legs slowly toward the edge of the bed. A hiss escapes your lips as the pain bites sharply, sending a wave of discomfort through your side. You pause, steadying yourself, breathing through the sensation. You see that he brought you disposable flip-flops, that were lying next to this side of the bed.

You’re just getting used to the discomfort when Shoko enters the room, her expression composed, professional, her posture radiating a calm authority. There’s a brief flicker of warmth in her eyes as she sees you awake, but it’s quickly replaced by her focused, clinical gaze. For a moment, you’re not her friend lying here in a hospital bed but her patient.

She steps closer, her eyes sweeping over you with that practiced precision, assessing every visible sign of injury.

"How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice soft yet purposeful, each word measured, carrying an undercurrent of genuine concern.

"I’m… here." you manage, letting out a weak chuckle "Can barely feel my hand, though. Just feels… dull. Heavy, I guess. Thank you for saving me."

She nods, her brow furrowing as she shifts to examine your hand. Her touch is careful, her fingertips pressing lightly along your arm, tracing the lines where numbness blurs into sensation.

"No problem. You’re feeling dullness in the hand?" she repeats, more to herself than to you, her mind clearly already analyzing what’s needed.

"Yeah, like I know it’s there, but it’s not exactly responding the way it should" you explain, trying to move your fingers slightly but finding only minimal response.

Shoko mutters something under her breath, her gaze fixed on the IV as she reaches to adjust it.

"Alright, I’m putting this drip on hold for now." she announces, her tone shifting briefly into one of practiced command. She carefully unfastens the line, leaving the cannula still in place "I don’t want to remove this completely yet. I’ll need it again tomorrow. For now, though, I want things to stabilize a bit on their own."

You watch her work, noticing the subtle exhaustion in her movements "So… you’ll take care of it tomorrow?" you ask, curiosity slipping into your voice.

Like, you want to have an a functioning arm - if it's avaiable?

She nods, her gaze softening for a moment as she steps back, folding her arms and glancing at the IV "Yes. Your arm should start feeling more normal by then, but I need to let things knit together a little first. And, honestly…" she pauses, rubbing her eyes briefly "I don’t have the strength right now. I’ll be more useful tomorrow, after I get some rest. I'm sorry."

You thank her and study her, seeing the weight of her own exhaustion etched faintly in the way she holds herself, the way she sometimes blinks a little longer than usual. Her commitment to her work is unmistakable, but you catch the signs that even she is running low.

"How long did I sleep, anyway?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"Almost two days." she replies, her voice calm, matter-of-fact. Her gaze shifts back to you, assessing your response as though you might suddenly react to the news.

Your brows rise "Two days? That’s… a long time."

Shoko shakes her head slightly.

"Not really. Honestly, after the state you were in, I thought you might be out for a week." she crosses her arms, her gaze steady "You lost a lot of blood, and you nearly lost a limb. Two days is impressive recovery for you."

You nod slowly, absorbing her words, realizing how close you must have come to something worse. The weight of it settles on you, a quiet reminder of just how lucky you are to still be here.

"So… Satoru’s out on a mission?" you ask, hoping to change the subject, if only to lighten the mood a bit.

Shoko reaches up, twirling a strand of her hair thoughtfully "He left a few hours ago. But he should be back later. He sat by your side the whole time." her gaze flickers to the door, as if expecting him to walk in at any moment.

You nod, a small, relieved sigh escaping you "Understand."

You wonder what the kids must feel. They probably know about your condition.

Shoko settles into a chair beside your bed, glancing down at her notes, then back up at you. There’s a hint of something in her gaze - frustration mixed with lingering concern. She takes a breath, her voice soft but firm.

"It's a miracle, really. You almost didn't make it." she says, her tone steady, but her eyes hold a fierceness that surprises you "All because someone couldn't do thier job correctly."

Your brows furrow as you try to recall the details of the mission, piecing together what you remember. Everything comes back in flashes.

Endo Kyō, the assistant who was assigned to you and participated in that mission with you.

By your arrival, his job was to secure the area and assess the threat. According to his analysis, there was a grade one curse in the domain.

In fact, there were two curses in the domain. However, you had no idea about this.

One was trapped in the domain of the other - the one that attacked you first inside, wasn't responsible for the domain. You knew something was wrong when, after killing this one, the domain didn't start to disintegrate. You thought it was a matter of place or vail that the assistant should apply. Through the effect of the domain, you were unable to effectively sense the presence of the other one on time.

You were outclassed.

The second curse emerged just as you were making a hole in the shell so that civilians could safely leave the area.

You got hit, unable to dodge the attack.

"He seemed fine as a person, maybe a little weird. He's new, mistakes happen. Like... I remember my beginnings. He'll learn." you sigh resignedly.

Shoko’s expression sharpens, a seriousness in her eyes that makes you pause "He’s not new." she says flatly.

"Huh?"

"He originally worked in Kyoto. He was transferred here after a similar incident, a really similar case." you listened in disbelief, looking at Shoko with wide eyes.

"And..." she continued "Because he has connections with higher-ups, it was decided to transfer him disciplinary to our grounds, rather than dismiss him for his apparent negligence." her words sink in like a stone, leaving you in stunned silence.

You stare at her, the shock sinking in like ice. Your fists clench at your sides, the dull ache in your hand momentarily forgotten as your fingers press into your palm. You are livid.

What a fucking asshole.

Shoko watches you, her own expression dark.

"Well... Gojo had an even worse reaction." she says quietly, glancing down as if recalling the scene.

"What do you mean?"

"Gojo found out what Endo did not long after you were brought in." she begins.

Oh no.

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that. He marched right up to Endo and tore into him. It was… intense." she stated "He didn’t even gave him a chance to speak before he cornered him, demanding to know if he had any sense of care at all. Told him that as a assisnant, he should take his comrades’ lives as seriously as he takes his own and that his failure is just as spectacularly dumb as he is."

She goes on, eyes narrowing "He pointed out every mistake and every omission to him as if he had no filter. I guess he controled himself a little at least, because he looked like he was fighting not to snap. The guy nearly passed out there."

You couldn't believe what you were just hearing.

"In the end he said something along the lines that if he saw him near his wife again - he won't hold back and won't care if someone is watching, he'll just kill him on the spot."

★ --

After some time a pang of hunger twists in your stomach, and the uncomfortable reminder that you’ll need the bathroom soon follows.

You try to get up again, struggling with the same discomfort as before.

"Oh no~ The sleeping beauty is already up and I missed the wake-up kiss." you heard his voice behind you. You chuckled weakly. He goes around your bed.

Despite his lighthearted words, you can sense the undercurrent of concern beneath them. You can see it more when he comes closer a heaviness, a weight that’s hard to miss.

"You really shouldn’t be getting up, princess." he murmurs, his fingers gentle and lingering as they steady your shaking body "Wouldn't want you losing a glass slipper on the way to the bathroom, would we?"

You roll your eyes, managing a faint laugh "Wrong princess, you dork. You don't have to help me, I'll manage somehow, you did enough for me." you try to be polite, but a hiss escape your lips, when you stand for a first time.

"Consider it royal decree: this dork is helping you, no arguments." he replies, slipping his arm more firmly around you despite your protest, his playful tone does little to mask the concern in his eyes as he holds you steady.

Together, you make your way out into the corridor, Satoru guiding you carefully, matching his steps to your slower pace. His hand never leaves you, and he keeps glancing over, checking on you, asking if you’re alright, if anything’s hurting more than it should. You answer quietly, pointing out the sharper aches and the duller bruises. The warmth of his arm around you, his attention, feels steadying, grounding you in a way that’s as comforting as it is unusual.

But of course he had to tease you a little bit.

"You know, for a princess, you’re not exactly gliding gracefully down the hall. Need me to summon some royal attendants to carry you on a velvet throne?"

You scoff, wincing slightly as another sharp ache flares up "No throne required. I’ll walk, thank you very much."

He chuckles, adjusting his hold on you "Brave as ever. But if you start fading from exhaustion, I’m totally picking you up. Wouldn’t want you fainting and having to explain to the entire staff how their little Sleeping Beauty managed to end up on the floor."

You roll your eyes, his teasing both comforting and mildly embarrassing "They’d have to call you Prince Charming in that case, huh?"

Satoru grins, dramatically flicking an imaginary cape over his shoulder "I knew you saw it in me. But don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine with just ‘Your Highness’ for now. ‘Prince Charming’ can wait for special occasions."

The faint murmur of clinic activity surrounds you, and as the two of you walk through the corridor, you catch a few people glancing your way, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and surprise. Satoru doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just doesn’t care. He’s focused on you, steadying you with each step, his hand firm yet gentle on your side.

His words are teasing, playfull as ever. But his touch is delicate, caring - and it's making your heart flutter.

When no one’s around, you feel his fingers subtly adjusting the back of your hospital gown, and though he doesn’t mention it, you know it’s his quiet way of looking out for you.

When you finally reach the bathroom, he stops just outside, his arm slipping away but his gaze fixed on you with an almost exaggerated seriousness "Now, don’t go pulling a Cinderella and sneaking away, alright? I’ll be here if you need me to hold your royal gown or anything. Very dignified service - I’m quite experienced."

You chuckle despite yourself, finding his lighthearted support surprisingly pleasant "Yeah, sure, I’ll call my ‘knight in shining armor’ if I need any bathroom assistance."

He smirks, leaning casually against the wall "Good. Because a princess should never have to face a hallway alone."

You linger in the bathroom a moment, catching your reflection in the small, unflattering mirror. Your face stares back, hollowed with exhaustion, skin pale and dull under the fluorescent light. Your hair clings in greasy strands, reminding you just how long you’ve been out. It's strange seeing yourself this way - vulnerable, worn down, every bruise and shadow a testament to the last ordeal. Your outfit must be pretty ridiculous too with his oversize sweater, hospital gown, oversized socks and slippers.

Your look is not very princess-like.

You wonder if you should talk to him about what happends now.

However, you conclude that it is better to wait until you return from your meal so that you can talk to him in peace, unless he is called away on a mission.

When you step out, Satoru’s waiting right there, his hand reaching out to take yours. The familiar warmth of his touch steadies you, grounding you once more.

"What else does my princess need?" he teases softly, his tone light yet gentle "A breakfast feast? A little pampering session?" you pass him a tired smile, there’s still a glint of mischief in his tone "How about I whisk you off to your favorite ramen place? I could get us there in two seconds flat."

"As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think I could handle being teleported just yet. And I don't like it that much." you laugh, shaking your head. You wouldn't go anywhere in this outfit anyway.

"Right." he nods, pretending to think it over "Hmm. Guess the royal express is on hold today." he says with a mock sigh of disappointment "Alright, we’ll go with the classic approach - school cafeteria it is. Nothing but the finest cuisine for you."

It's been a long time since you ate food from the school canteen. You wonder if it's as dull and bland, as it was back in your school days.

With a reassuring squeeze, he guides you down the corridor, his arm firmly around you as you both navigate to the a small room. A tiny, cramped and bright room, with a few tables, coffe maschine and a microwave, where the medical assistants usually take their meals. The antiseptic smell is a sharp contrast to the warmth of his arm and his steady presence beside you, as though he’s somehow blocking out the cold, sterile atmosphere.

When you reach the cafeteria, he gently seats you on one free table. He gently steers you into a seat, his hands lingering for a moment as if making sure you’re settled.

"Now, stay put." he commands lightly "Can’t have the princess fainting. I’ll be back in a flash."

You take a moment, resting your head back against the seat, allowing the gentle hum of the cafeteria to settle around you. It’s oddly peaceful here, the faint murmur of voices blending with the rhythmic clatter of dishes.

It’s only a few moments before he’s back, a tray laden with food and drinks balanced effortlessly in his hands. He grins, setting it down with a flourish "Behold, a feast fit for a princess." he declares, gesturing grandly to a couple of steaming bowls of soup, a small pile of rice, orange chicken and some kind of dessert.

You raise an eyebrow, but you smile a little anyway "I think you might be confusing 'princess' with 'army,' but thank you."

"Look, every princess deserves options. You don’t know what royal cravings might strike once you start eating." he starts to lay everything out on a small table.

You laugh, the sound softer than usual but genuine "Well, I appreciate the royal treatment."

His gaze softens, the usual teasing glint tempered by something warmer "You deserve it." he says, his voice barely above a murmur.

You're looking at him, your eyes a little wide, you're holding on a little blush.

You give Satoru a grateful smile as he hands you the cutlery, and you gave each other quick "Itadakimasu" before digging in. Satoru starts eating right away, taking his first bite with his usual relaxed ease, but as you reach for your chopsticks with your non-dominant hand, reality sinks in quickly.

After a few frustrating tries, you reach for the spoon, hoping it’ll be easier, only to watch a scoop of soup drip right back into the bowl.

Well.. this is embarresing.

Satoru’s gaze flicks to you, catching the small, defeated sigh you let out as you set the spoon down. Quietly, he puts his chopsticks aside and shifts his chair closer, his expression warm and amused as he leans in without a word.

You glance at him, brow raised in surprise "What are you doing?"

"What’s it look like?" he murmurs, reaching for the spoon and swirling it through the soup with exaggerated elegance "Need a hand, princess?"

You raise a brow, a mix of embarrassment and exasperation flooding through you "Satoru, you don’t have to - "

"Oh, but I’m honored to assist." he interrupts, holding the spoon up with a little flourish "A princess deserves only the finest dining experience, after all." his grin is maddeningly playful as he offers the spoon to you "Now, I believe it’s customary for royalty to accept help gracefully."

Heat rises to your cheeks, but your stomach growls in agreement, much to his amusement. He raises an eyebrow, clearly delighting in your hesitation "See? Your stomach’s on board. Now, let’s get you to eat."

Reluctantly, you lean forward, taking the spoonful he offers, trying to ignore how closely he’s watching you. You know it, even if you don't see his eyes, you could feel them on you. The warmth of the soup is comforting, but his actions - soft yet mischievous - truly catches you off guard. He scoops up another spoonful, waiting patiently. You feel the gaze of everyone in the room on you. Satoru seems to ignore it.

"This is ridiculous." you mumble, cheeks flushed.

"Oh, hush. Have some table manners, will you?" he teases, holding the next spoonful right in front of your mouth "It’s rude to speak with your mouth full, you know. Now, aaa~"

★ --

Shoko steps into the room, clipboard in hand and a focused look on her face. She pauses mid-step, though, taking in the sight before her.

There you are, on the bed, head resting peacefully on Satoru’s shoulder, breaths slow and steady in sleep. Your healthy arm is entwined with his, fingers curled against his sleeve as if holding onto him even in your dreams. A soft, well-worn book rests in his lap, open to a half-read page, hinting that you two had been reading together until sleep claimed you.

Satoru glances up as Shoko enters, catching her eye and lifting a finger to his lips in a silent request to keep quiet. There’s a surprising gentleness in his expression, something soft and protective that Shoko rarely sees, especially in him. He gives her a slight smile, nodding subtly toward you as if to say - Let them rest a little longer.

Shoko raises an eyebrow but doesn’t make a sound. She’d always known Satoru had a soft spot for you, but seeing it here, so unguarded, speaks volumes. She makes a note on her clipboard, then gives a little nod and steps back, closing the door softly behind her.

Satoru watches her go, his hand shifting slightly to adjust the blanket over you and brushing a strand of hair away from your face. He glances down at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he returns his attention to the book, careful not to disturb you, content to sit in this rare moment of peace.

He is so glad that you are here, with him.

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tl: @kalopsia-flaneur, @dainslumi, @syneyam, @idiotgojo, @itachiiwrites

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8k Followers Special

In which an alchemy mishap gives (Y/n) the ability to confer a blessing of good luck onto anyone, simply by kissing them.

Now, (Y/n) has a line of students lining up to be smooched.

Idea by anon.

"(Y/n)! Kiss me!"

"No— kiss me! I need it for an upcoming alchemy test!"

"Please— I need the luck to get the first wagyu sandwich at the cafeteria today!"

Although the Ramshackle mansion was under a complete lockdown, with the windows barred and the front doors closed off with a large bookshelf, the entire building shook due to the masses outside. Voices of hundreds mixed into one large mess, and only a few reached your ringing ears. Stuck with Grim, Ace, and Deuce in your dorm building, this hadn't been how you had expected to spend your afternoon.

The offset for this disaster had been an incident in alchemy class just earlier that day.

As you had been busy chopping up some leaves, you only noticed too late when your lab partner threw something strange into the potion mix. You narrowed your eyes at him and grumbled, "Grim, why did you add my lip balm to the kettle?!" You desperately tried to fish the little container out again, but it had already sunken to the bottom, its viscous content mixed into the rest of the liquid.

"Uh— it looked a little bit dry?" Grim explained innocently. "And I thought it could use a little bit of hydration."

From the table next to you, Ace couldn't help but snicker as he mumbled, "Your logic is flawed, Grim."

That seemed to have flipped a switch inside of the cat monster, and you had to hold him back in order to prevent him from attacking the red-head. "Tsk, no— don't you dare underestimate me!" the cat wailed and thrashed around to free himself from your grasp. "Me, the great Grim! Most powerful magician of all time—"

In his fit of anger, he had managed to knock over the small kettle on your desk. His paw had hooked onto the rim, making the kettle topple over, and the content to splatter all over you. The pinkish liquid mostly landed on your face, and only a few splashes appeared to be on your white lab coat.

A frustrated whine escaped your lips as you practically flung Grim at Ace. "Hey! You clumsy cat—" you yelled out in anger, only for that anger to morph into frustration. Taking off your safety goggles to wipe the pink liquid off proved to be a difficult task. "Uh... it's so slimy..." And it only became worse when you tried to remove the smudges on your face, especially your lips.

"Don't worry, nothing happened," Deuce assured while putting the kettle back into its original place. "But... your lips are kinda pink? Oh— and very well hydrated, thanks to the lip balm Grim added!"

Ace's smile turned into a mischievous smirk. "You should sell the recipe to Azul and market it as a magical lip balm. You'd get rich."

Grim seemed to approve of this idea, especially once money was mentioned. But, before he could voice his utter approval, you grabbed him once again tightly. "Come here, Grim! Revenge be upon you!" you exclaimed as a battle-cry before you squeezed him as tightly as you could, playfully burying your face in the patch of fur between his ears.

"Stop!" Grim laughed out loudly. "That tickles!"

Your little cuddling session was put to an end when a shadow looming over you blocked the light of the chandelier from above. The two of you froze in your places upon noticing that it was none other than Crewel who stood in front of your desk. "Grim and (L/n), your concoction looks marvellous," the professor said, sounding surprised as he looked at the remains of the pink substance in the kettle. "It's been a while since I gave an A to first-years, but you two deserve it."

"What— an A?" Ace cried out in disbelief. "For his glorified lip balm?"

Crewel, unbothered to react to his outburst, stepped over to the Heartslabyul duo and eyed their kettle suspiciously. "Spade and Trappola, your potion looks... chunky. You get a D." Without another word, and not allowing any protest, the professor disappeared to the next table.

Ace looked like he was about to explode. "What?! That's so unfair!"

Deuce, on the other hand, simply sank into himself in resignation. "Seems like you're lucky today, Grim..."

"Share your secret with us!" Ace exclaimed hastily. "Do you carry a rabbit's paw with you? Did you get up with the right foot?"

Grim shrugged. "Today was nothing special, aside from the little accident a few seconds ago." Having wrought his way out of your arms, he jumped into his own chair again and brushed his messy fur. "And then (Y/n) grabbed me and tickled the hell out of me—"

"Wait, Grim—" Deuce interrupted, "you have a lipstick stain on your forehead."

And indeed, there was a perfect, pink imprint, reminiscent of a pair of lips, on the patch of fur between his ears. A frustrated cry escaped his lips when the cat tried to wipe the stain off with his paw, but to no avail. The imprint couldn't even be smudged.

"Oops, must have been me," you cooed innocently.

"Yes, (Y/n)'s kiss gives people good luck!"

For a moment, Ace's eyes wandered between the two of you, more specifically Grim's lip imprint and your own pink lips. As if a lightning had struck him, the red-head jumped to his feet and gasped. "And your luck just started to kick in," he exclaimed and turned ro his partner. "Do you think what I'm thinking, Deuce?"

The sceptical glance you shot your two best friends, who really did seem to share one brain cell, didn't deter them from their theory. "I think it's just a coincidence," you remarked and waved them off.

"Ew, I can't get the lipstick off my fur!" Grim cried out, by now violently scrubbing his forehead.

"Alright, (Y/n)," Ace exclaimed excitedly. "Pucker your lips for us."

"No way I'm gonna kiss you guys!"

"It's for science," Deuce said and gave you the best puppy eyes he could muster.

A shiver ran down your back in playful disgust, especially when you grumbled in a low tone, "...alright, but make it quick." You feigned to gag. "I'll have to wash my mouth with soap afterwards."

"On the lips, please~" Ace said.

"Me too!"

You glared at them while scooting closer to your two friends. "You're idiots," you mumbled while pressing a quick kiss to Deuce's lips first in rather shy fashion, clumsy too. The tips of your noses touched briefly, and your cheeks were a bright red. When you pulled away, his lips were stained a soft pink as well.

Ignoring the way Deuce's looked like he was about to explode, you turned your attention to Ace and collected all your willpower to press a kiss onto his lips. Once it was done and over with, Ace chuckled out in amusement, "Hey, we gotta take our chances." Then, with his lips a faint pink, he leaned back into his chair, relaxed.

Before anyone could speak up again, Crewel had appeared by their table. "Spade and Trappola, it seems like I gave your previous test the wrong grade," the professor explained while handing them out their corrected papers. "You both get ten points added to your last test."

"Really?!" Deuce yelled out in disbelief, looking like he was about to cry out of happiness.

Ace threw his hands into the air. "It's working!"

As you were busy wiping your lips rather violently, you muttered quietly, "You're welcome... Just don't go around telling everyone about this."

"Of course!"

"Promised."

Yes, that's what they had said — assured you, promised you — and look in what a mess you were now: almost everyone on campus knew about your new ability to confer luck to a person with a simple kiss. The rumour had spread like wildfire, and now a massive amount of students had surrounded the Ramshackle mansion, demanding entry and to see you.

The furniture used to bar the front door wouldn't hold up much longer against the pounding from outside, and Ace, Deuce, Grim, and you were basically sitting ducks until your timely demise when you would be swarmed by your fellow students. And eventually, the bookshelf gave out and was pushed aside to allow a flood of students to enter.

This was it. This was how you would die.

However, it came to you as a surprise when Grim stepped forward, in front of the three of you, and put his paws out to stop the mass of students in the hallway. "For a generous 50 Madol, you can get a good luck kiss from (Y/n)!" he exclaimed, which caused the screaming and yelling to quiet down. His control over the crowd was astounding; instead of trampling all over you, they obeyed his command and got into line.

"Guys, why—" you stuttered out hesitantly.

"If you can't fight them," Grim explained, "just profit off of them."

Ace began laughing. "That's what Azul would say."

Upon noticing the unwillingness in your eyes, albeit mostly fear upon realising the sheer quantity of students in your home, Deuce put a hand on your shoulder and shot you a smile. "Come on, we'll make sure everything stays orderly," he shouted over the background noise.

The three's expectant gazes lingering on you, you were left no other option than to exhale and comply in resignation. "Fine, but get me some lip balm first—" you grumbled under your breath, "before my lips fall off from smooching a bunch of guys..."

"You heard my henchhuman!" Grim exclaimed in excitement. "Let's get to kissing!"

In no time, your three friends had managed to transform the ocean of students into one neat line... mostly. Although it was still loud and stuffy, you at least didn't feel overwhelmed anymore. The loud voices bickering and chatting still protruded the air, accompanied by the sound of Madol coins clinging loudly as they were handed over to your friends.

You took a deep breath and readied yourself to start kissing away.

The first in line was a group of Heartslabyul students. Much to your surprise, the three most prominent members, that being Riddle, Trey, and Cater, were in that group, as well. You eyed them curiously, and a smile grew on your lips once it was their turn to be kissed.

"Riddle, I didn't expect to see you here," you teased playfully.

Although his cheeks did turn a soft red, he quickly crossed his arms and let out a frustrated huff. "Don't worry, I'm not here to get a kiss myself. I don't really believe that luck can outweigh hard work in the long run—" His monologue was interrupted by a series of coughs from behind him in the queue. "Rather, I am here to make sure Cater and the rest of my dorm members don't do anything stupid." With that, he stepped aside without a kiss.

"They wouldn't dare to do anything like that," Trey remarked while stepping beside Riddle without having been kissed, as well. "And besides, a little dose of luck can be the little sprinkle of salt needed to perfect a cake that required a lot of work, to bring out the true flavour and sweetness."

"Yeah! You should try it out," Cater cheered and opened up the camera app on his phone. "Of course after I got kissed."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes in amusement. "Where do you want the kiss, Cater?"

"Well, my right cheek is fine! I wanna take a pic to post on Magicam," he explained and wrapped his arm around you sideways. With the lense of his phone trained onto the two of you, you pressed your lips to his cheek for a little while longer, until the familiar lightning of the camera struck. "Hehe, thank you~ What a memorable day!" A satisfied smile on his face, he walked away while diddling on his phone.

"You, too, Trey?"

An amused chuckle escaped the vice dormleader's leader's lips. "Actually, I'm just here to make sure Riddle doesn't collar anyone... I don't need luck for anything particular today," Trey explained, rubbing his neck sheepishly as he gazed at Riddle next to him.

"You two are just adorable," you cooed and broke out into a grin. Before either of them could react, you had already pressed a kiss to their cheeks each.

Trey was caught off-guard. "But— we didn't pay!"

"Shush, just go along," you said and waved him off.

Riddle, on the other hand, looked like he was about to explode with how red his face had gotten. His hands were clenched into fists as he seethed out, "Violating my personal space would normally grant you a collar..." However, he seemed to calm down soon enough, the sudden outburst leaving him flustered and embarrassed. "But you're lucky I'm lenient today..."

At last, Riddle shyly walked away, and Trey followed him worriedly.

Next in line was a group of Savanaclaw students, and at the very front of the queue, none other than their dormleader.

"Leona, hey— what would you need luck for?"

"I need to pass this semester, and that requires all the luck I can get— at least Ruggie always says so," he explained rather casually. "He urged the two of us to come here..."

"Right!" Ruggie chimed from behind his dormleader. "I myself need a little bit of luck to strike a few good paying jobs."

You hummed and leaned forward to press a kiss to the lion beastman's cheek, only for him to grab your shoulder roughly just as your lips were about to meet his skin. "What do you think you're doing, herbivore?" Leona hissed under his breath, glaring at you.

"Uh— kissing you on the cheek?" you asked in utter confusion.

"I want a kiss on the lips."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "No—"

Before you could free yourself from his grip and yell at him for his cheekiness, Grim appeared beside you and waved his short arms around. "That makes double, Leona!" your fellow dorm-member exclaimed happily.

"I'm willing to pay," Leona retorted.

Your jaw clenched and your hands tightened into fists, you hissed out, "You're a cheeky one."

He simply shot you a grin and raised his eyebrow mockingly. It took you all of your willpower to squeeze your eyes shut and press a quick kiss to his lips instead of slapping him for his audacity. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked while you pulled away with a warm face, whether from being flustered or angry, you didn't know.

As he walked away in satisfaction, you were allowed to take a deep breath. "Ruggie, how about you?"

"Just the cheek will be fine!" he chimed, and you pressed your lips against where he had pointed to. A grateful grin appeared on his face as he ran after Leona. "Thank you, (Y/n)! I got a few job interviews to attend now. Catch ya later, shishishi..."

Next up, Jack and Epel.

You shot the wolf beastman a curious look. "Hey, Jack. Why are you here?"

"Just here to stop Epel from punching anyone," Jack grumbled while holding back a feral Epel by his collar. "He has the tendency to start fights when his dormleader isn't around to supervise him."

"You sure you don't want anything?"

"No."

A chuckle escaped your lips, and you tilted your head to the side, deep in thought for a moment. When you had made up your mind, you speedily leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto Jack's cheek. Before he could even register what had happened, you had pulled back again. "Here you go, it's on the house! Just because you're so sweet," you said, laughing. The gesture left Jack speechless.

"I... uh—"

"Now, where's Epel?" you asked while letting your gaze drift around, in search for the small boy that had vanished from Jack's side.

"Hey! I'm down here!" A look to your right revealed Epel, squished between two other Savanaclaw students. His lips were contorted into a large scowl as he marched up to you and puffed his chest out. "Way to make fun of my height..."

"Oh, sorry. It's just really crowded here." You shot him an amused smile. "What do you need the luck for?"

"I want lots of folk to buy my family's produce! Things have kinda slowed down again after Vil's advertisement."

"That's nice of you."

Epel nodded happily, an innocent smile growing on his lips. "Ma and Da will be so happy..." he muttered under his breath, his smile widening after you had pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Without another word, he took off and disappeared into the crowd again, Jack following after him in concern.

Your eyes followed after them until they became one with the masses again.

"What a sprawling business you have up and running, prefect."

A turn to your left revealed a trio of three suit-clad students being the next ones in the queue. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, quietly muttering, "Oh, the fish mafia."

Jade gasped, offended. "What an unsavory nickname for us gentlemen."

Your remark merely drew a chuckle out of Azul's lips. Although, his charming smile soon turned a little bit more serious again as he explained, "We're just here to get lucky, no shady business." At that, your shoulders drooped forward in relief, much to his amusement. "I just need the luck to get our newest menu to be popular."

"I'm just here in the hope of getting lucky on my next trip to the mountains," Jade said fondly. "There are these special mushrooms I wish to stumble upon."

"And I just wanna be lucky in general!" Floyd chimed and threw his arms into the air.

Your eyes wandered between the three of them for a while, suspicious of their true nature and intentions. However, when you couldn't find any trace of dishonesty or deception, you muttered, "Alright, that doesn't sound too bad..." You ignored the way their eyes flashed strangely and rubbed your eyes in exhaustion. "Is cheek fine for you three?"

"Yes," Jade and Azul replied.

Floyd, on the other hand, exclaimed, "Lips, please!" His answer earned him strange looks from his two fellow dorm-members, and even you couldn't suppress the surprised expression on your face. An annoyed grumble escaped Floyd's lips as he waved all three of you off. "Hey, I've got nothing better to spend my money on, anyway." Unabashedly, he stepped forward and puckered his lips.

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips before you mustered all your courage to lean forward and press your lips against his. Floyd let out a disappointed sigh when you pulled away, and he would have demanded another one if it weren't for Jade's hand latching onto his shoulder and pulling him back. Jade was easy to please with a kiss to his cheek, and he retreated with a satisfied smile. Lastly, Azul, who was rather queasy when your lips made contact with his skin. When you pulled away, his cheeks were dusted a light pink, and he stammered on his words. So much that Jade spoke on his behalf.

"Come by to try our newest menu some time, prefect," the vice dormleader announced calmly. Without another word, the three Octavinelle students disappeared from your sight.

"Oh- Oh! We're next, Jamil!"

"I can see that, Kalim..."

Your attention was drawn to your next customers: two Scarabia students.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Kalim exclaimed once he stood in front of you, unable to stand still any longer. "I need the luck to uh... get a lot of candy! I want my coins back at Scarabia to be turned into these yummy chocolate ones, by some strange case of luck!" The smile on his lips was large and innocent — adorable, even.

"Really, that's it?" You raised an eyebrow, and he nodded eagerly. So, you grabbed the sides of his head gently to hold him still, eliciting a little giggle from him. The kiss to his cheeks made his giggles grow louder, and when you had completely pulled away, a goofy grin had appeared on his face.

You removed your hands from Kalim's face and turned to his companion, who until now had stood beside him quietly. The questioning look you shot the Scarabia vice dormleader caught him off-guard.

"I... uh, I actually haven't been able to think of anything for myself," Jamil said awkwardly, taken back by surprise when he saw Kalim hand Grim the money for the two of them, despite Jamil's protests. "I've been too busy trying not to lose Kalim in this mess." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find something later on." Withour wasting another minute, you leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to his right cheek. The gesture left him dazed, almost hypnotised, and he immediately raised his hand to touch the patch of skin that your lips had touched.

Before Jamil could mutter as much of a 'thank you', Kalim had already grabbed his hand and pulled him away, saying that he wanted to look for his sweets now.

A smile grew on your lips at his words, but you were snapped out of it when a sneaky pair of hands suddenly grabbed a hold of your right hand and cradled it softly. Looking to your left revealed a blonde with large purple hat; it was none other than Rook. And Vil stood beside him impatiently.

A large smile decorated Rook's face as he got onto his knees, all the while still holding onto your hand. "Mon ange, I am here to have you confer your blessing upon this humble hunter, in the hope that he may score a lucky hunting session!" he cooed and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "Of course, that hunter is none other than moi!"

"Rook, hello," you said and helped him to his feet again, amused by his antics. "Cheek is fine?"

"More than fine," he cooed, eagerly holding out the left side of his face for you. When your lips made contact with his pale skin, you swore you heard a swoon escape his lips. "Merci, mon ange!" The hunter shot you a charming smile before retreating to his dormleader's side.

You straightened your back to shoot the other blond a smile. "Good evening, Vil. What would you need luck for?"

"Working in the acting and modelling industry always requires a little bit of luck for auditions and what not," Vil explained smoothly. "So why not? I have nothing to lose."

"Alright. A kiss on the cheek?"

Vil shook his head and raised his arm instead. "On the back of my hand, please. It's not good for my reputation to run around with a lipstick stain on my cheek."

Although his request made you raise an eyebrow, you simply shrugged and took a hold of his hand. In one swift motion, you raised his hand and pressed a gentle kiss onto his knuckles. "Here you go, Mr. Schoenheit," you said while letting go of his wrist again.

Vil nodded in satisfaction and sauntered away elegantly, Rook following him loyally.

"Idia, this way!" the next person in line shouted.

"I-I don't want to, Ortho! I've changed my mind!"

A surprised look flashed over your face when you realised that it was Idia — in person, might I add — approaching you, or rather, being forcibly pushed towards you. He clamoured loudly, but Ortho wouldn't cease to stop his rocket boots until the two of them stood right in front of you.

Ortho shot you a friendly smile. "Hello, (Y/n)... please, would you be so kind and bless my big brother with luck?" he asked, his smile growing sheepish when Idia tried to wind his way out of his grip like a frenzied animal. "He may not look like it now, but earlier, he was a madman raving ecstatically upon hearing of you."

You hummed and turned to Idia. "Sure, where do you want the kiss?"

"C-Cheek, please..."

In contrast to his previous behaviour, Idia froze when you brought your face closer to his. He clamped his eyes shut and ceased to breathe — right until he felt your soft lips on his cheek. The tips of his hair flared up into a soft pink, the shade of the lipstick stain on his cheek. And only when you pulled away to make sure he hadn't fainted did he allow himself to smile in a silly and relieved way, as if he had braved a difficult fight.

"See?" Ortho chimed, also relieved. "That wasn't so hard..."

A chuckle escaped your lips at that, and you even leaned forward to pat his shoulder. "And you also get one for free, just because you're adorable, Ortho!" you announced before closing in and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

The robot-boy gasped in surprise, although his eyes soon fluttered close in appreciation. "Me? Oh, thank you! You're so generous!" A giggle escaped his lips as he pushed Idia forward and exclaimed, "Big Brother, say thank you as well..."

"T-Thank you..." Idia stuttered out, looking like he was ready to bolt out of this crowded place any time soon.

On their way out, the two Shroud brothers bumped into an entourage of Diasomnia students.

Sebek seemed to lead the group through the masses, rudely pushing students to the side and forcing his way through. "Finally! I managed to cut a way through the mass of people! This way, Master Malleus..." he exclaimed and gestured for his dormleader to step forward. "Everyone, make way— make way!"

"Oh, Sebek. This isn't making you popular..." Lilia muttered in amusement.

Silver, who had until then managed to fall asleep while standing next to his vice dormleader, jolted awake and let out a confused gasp. "Huh— Where are we going, Father?" he asked while struggling to catch up with the rest of the group.

Lilia floated up to ruffle the second-year's hair. "Just getting a good night kiss, Silver."

Once they arrived in front of you, you shot the group of a sheepish smile. "Oh, hello you three— and even Malleus..." Your eyes grew wide upon spotting the tall fae looming over you.

A giddy smile decorating his face, the dragon fae explained, "I could not resist the idea of being blessed with luck." Sighing wistfully, he began scratching his chin with his gloves fingers. "After all, I can certainly need it to receive invitations to some festivities I look forward to attending."

"Understandable, and you three?"

"I will use the luck to protect Master Malleus even better!"

Through his chuckles, Lilia managed to explain, "Silver wants to be lucky enough to not fall asleep as often anymore." Then he paused upon realising that the second-year in question had fallen asleep again. "And as for me? I think I'd like to have this luck make my culinary creations turn out even better than now!"

"Sebek, that's so you. Silver, that's totally understandable. And Lilia, you'll need the luck."

The first to be kissed was Malleus, who simply closed his eyes innocently, even having to bend down a little bit for you to reach his cheek, and then patiently waited for your kiss. A satisfied chuckle escaped his lips as he stepped back to eye you intently.

Next up were Lilia and Silver; as for Lilia, you simply pressed a kiss to his cheek, and as cheeky as he was, he returned the gesture smoothly, much to your surprise. You broke out into laughter and waved him off. As for Silver, who had fallen asleep, you simply pressed a kiss to his forehead. He stirred a little bit, but didn't wake up otherwise.

And last was Sebek. He straightened his back and raised his head like soldier in front of his king, ready to receive an order. His antics caused you to roll your eyes, but you nonetheless leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Although he might have been exploding inwardly, he tried his best to not let it show too much. So, when he walked back to Malleus' side, he was as stiff as a board.

Smiling, Lilia exclaimed, "We thank you for your generosity, (Y/n)!" Without further ado, the group of four turned around and walked away in closed formation.

A look of relief flashed across your face when you realised that the queue had come to an end for now, that the Diasomnia squad had been the last ones to be kissed. You sighed leisurely when Grim, Ace, and Deuce approached you. Your lips were sore, and you touched them to notice that your fingertips hadn't turned pink. "This is the end. My lipstick has worn off, anyway..." you muttered, confirmed by a look into a nearby mirror.

Ace got onto a chair to announce, "Everyone, we're sold out forever! Don't come back tomorrow or the day after that." A wave of disappointed sighs echoed through the living room of Ramshackle as the remaining students poured out.

"And as for us, we made tons of Madol!" Deuce cheered.

"(Y/n) and everyone sitting on a tree!" Grim began singing. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

You mustered your most angry glare to direct at the cat monster. "Don't you dare continue that rhyme..." you hissed and wagged your finger at him.

However, Grim simply continued jumping around and singing, "First comes money. Then comes luck. Then comes my tuna!"

[sugarcherriess]

Small Things With Lovers!TXT — Tomorrow X Together

[TXT x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Warnings - none really, this is just fluff

the songs are just a suggestion to listen to while reading their parts. its the songs i associate with each member and each inspired their respective parts.

Choi Yeonjun

Playing hide and seek with Yeonjun on a tuesday night because neither of you can fall asleep. you both have schedules in the morning but nothing matters tonight except the rush of one finding the other. it's your turn to hide and Yeonjun tiptoes around to figure out where you’ve hidden. unbeknownst to you, he has a secret technique. he breathes in deeply to point out your strawberry perfume, following the path where the sweet scent gets stronger. he finds you hiding beneath the bed and kisses your nose. shrieking, you come out the opposite side from him. he says he’ll always find you, no matter where you are. sitting on the floor, both of you fold your arms on the bed resting your heads on top. lost in eachothers eyes, one of Yeonjun’s hands reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours. the night is spent giggling and teasing each other for being whipped.

Choi Soobin

Painting nails with Soobin to spend time inside. sat next to your window, you watch the rain pour down in-between swipes of the lacquer. he made you pick out a colour for him and picked out one for you— both choosing polishes with glitter specks in them and laughing at the way the liquid bubbles at being shaken. Soobin accidentally bumps his hands into yours and it makes your polish smudge on your fingers. the quiet painting activity turns into a pushing match with you in the lead. in your tussle with a screaming Soobin, your foot accidentally pushes Soobin’s nail polish, the small jar of twinkling colour tipping over. the liquid seeps out faster than either of you can react but it's okay, he says, the polish makes your floor look prettier anyway. with Soobin, everything is pretty. even the mistakes.

Choi Beomgyu

Bickering fills your kitchen as Beomgyu and you try to make sense of the cookie recipe. the recipe itself isn't an issue at all, Beomgyu just keeps joking that you’re gonna end up fucking up the batch and you keep getting annoyed at him for doubting your, admittedly subpar, baking skills. he tries to blow flour in your hair so you scoop out a spoonful of the cherry jam which was supposed to be the cookie topping and swipe it across his mouth. the action backfires as Beomgyu spends the next five minutes trying to kiss you with his sticky jam-covered lips. he gives up once you persuade him to stop with the promise of an extra cookie. while you cut the cookie dough into heart shapes, Beomgyu spends his time staring at you. he promises himself the next time he sees you will be with a bundle of flowers as pretty as you. he bumps his head into yours at the thought of your reaction, complimenting your dough's consistency.

Kang Taehyun

Taehyun had asked you to trust him before blindfolding you and bringing you here— a small flower field at the edge of the park. he put out a white sheet under the shade of a cherry blossom tree. he had been planning the picnic for the day the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. he sat against the tree with your head in his lap. you had your book of poems open, reading out your favourite passages for him as he made a crown for you from the flowers he had picked on your walk to the picnic destination. occasionally, your hand reaches out to pick a strawberry from your fruit basket to feed him and yourself. when a cherry blossom falls from the tree on top of your head, Taehyun says it’s just the tree's way of saying ‘i love you’— with a kiss from its flower. he laughs at your blush and urges you to read again. according to him, every second spent not hearing you speak is a second wasted.

Huening Kai

Going on a bike ride with Kai, racing each other through the park fields. the summer wind makes your hair flow behind you as you mess around with him. slowing your speed you both keep crossing your bikes in front of each other. blowing kisses whenever your eyes meet. finally paddling next to one another, Kai offers holding hands. makes the experience more lovely, he says. when you both park next to an ice cream shop, Kai offers to get your sweets for you. he politely asks the person behind the counter to put the sweetest and the most colourful sprinkles on your order. you spend the rest of your day talking about how nice having wings would be and stealing each others ice cream.

A/N: tooth rotting stuff because these boys make me soft. tumblr wouldn’t let me put the spotify link for yeonjun 💔

[hidekomoon]

ok i’m good it doesn’t really smell that bad once you have it on your face

so here is my recipe, in order:

- some cocoa

- some water

- a few drops of red food coloring

- some grenadine (any syrup works but grenadine is red so it adds some intensity to the color; i used the type of syrup that’s supposed to be mixed with water so that it would mix well with the rest)

start with very small doses so you can adapt by adding one or another ingredient to get the texture you want. mix well. in the end you should have something that’s liquid but not too thin (it makes for good blood splashes). it’s easily washable (both your skin and any clothes you might stain), doesn’t harm your skin, it looks pretty realistic and it can last a long time. i applied it with a paint brush and my fingers to smudge it a bit.

so i successfully made fake blood. but it stinks (grenadine and cocoa do not mesh well together) and i'm gonna have to wear that on my face all afternoon. mmmh

[imagintheworldaway]

Addict

A/N - DRUGS, Mention of sex, ADDICTION

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My eyes rolled to the back of my head as i sat up from the table. I let out a long shaky breath and wiped my nose of any excess powder that may have been lingering around my nostril. I let out a little giggle as i was handed another shot and everyone cheered as i downed it, the cool liquid of what ever i just drank burning the back of my throat. I let out a deep sigh as the euphoria of the different substances dancing around my body started to hit my blood stream and filled me with the type of haze that i could only achieve with this magical recipe of chemicals. I felt the bright array of lights dance across my skin as the world i had now entered was engulfing me and making me feel safe. My brain was fried and i couldn't think, i didn't want to think, i wanted to just exist, in this tranquil state of not caring about a thing.

As i let my eyes flutter open i noticed i was now alone, well i thought i was, i believed i was alone. I sat up from my seat in this random apartment down town and walked to the toilets. I smiled at my imagine in the mirror above the sink. If you would've told me that i would be here 5 years ago, i would have laughed in your face and called you a liar. I reached out and traced my features on the glass. My eyes were large, dilated to the biggest i had ever seen them, my plump lips were slightly parted and the remnants of that night's alcohol stung the open cracks that adorned them. I cannot remember the last time i styled my hair as i watched the strands dance around my shoulders and disappear behind my back, i smiled as the strands tickled my exposed skin.

I found myself stumbling down the same old road i usually did. The same old cycle that always followed me when i went down this path, which lately was just about every single day. I caught myself by surprise as the door to the familiar apartment opened, and the what is a 45 minute walk seemed to take me moments, at least in my brain that’s what happened. I didn't know what was happening but i knew what i was doing. I knew where i was and who i was with really, but the hallucinations and beating colours distracted my brain just enough that the high still had an effect on me.

Amongst the deafening white noise i could hear my own voice along with the comforting one of my lover. A vast array of 'I love you' 'keep going' 'you're so beautiful' and moans started to enter my brain and swirl my mind into oblivion. The finish was so close in sight and soon an eruption of warmth engulfed my insides. The vast erratic movements stopped and i could feel the duvet wrap around me with the warmth of another person assuring me that i was still here and soon this trip would be over and i would be ready to start again.

My eyes fluttered open as the bright sun leaked through curtains. My head was spinning and my eyes felt like rocks. I nuzzled into the soft sheets as i felt a soft kiss on my cheek. "Good morning" i croaky voice said. "Morning" i sighed back, knowing this bliss will only last for a few more minutes. "i need the loo" i whispered as i peeled Harry’s arm off of my naked body. I made my way to his ensuite and did my business. Once i was washing my hands i looked up in the mirror. My eyes were lower, sadder, than before, with dark circles and black makeup making me look older than what i was. My once consistent, natural smile was replaced with plump lips that were cracked, obvious signs of dehydration, could only give off a pathetic excuse of a real smile. I cannot remember the last time i styled my hair, it was greasy and stuck to my skin, the random box dyes making it look messy, not in a cute beach girl messy but in a way you could tell i was not ok. My makeup, something i once prided myself on, and even had a potential career in, was now a mix of brightly mixed colours and glitter that had smudged and made me look like i had been swimming in a rainbow, with black smudges cascading down my cheeks. I was far too skinny, my bones protruding out of my skin.

As i walked back into the bedroom i looked down and saw the tiny pile of clothes which i have worn far many times to count. I looked over to the bed and saw my lover from the night before sat up glued to his phone. I wrapped my arms around my self as i picked up my clothes and peeled them back onto my body. A tiny tube top covered my breasts as some cut out flares hung around my hips. "Um Harry" i said looking over at the man who if i wasn't an old friend, wouldn't even give me a second look. "whats up" He said not taking his eyes off of his phone. "Can i borrow a jumper? you know to walk back in" i said sheepishly. "oh um, take a sidemen one, there’s some on the floor over there that i don't wear any more" i just sighed pursing my lips and rummaging through the old tatty jumpers, the irony really hit me in this moment.

I slid on one of the two toned ones, not thinking about the makeup that would end up around the collar. "I uh, I guess i will go then" I almost asked Harry. "Oh yh, Paige is coming over any way" He replied to me. I swallowed my pride in that moment. "how are you two?" i asked, i must like to hurt myself. "yh, good, i think she could be the one" Harry finally smiled at me. I just smiled as a tear ran down my face. It took a moment of me watching Harry but he looked at me silently crying to myself. "Whats wrong?" He said furrowing his eyebrows, more in confusion than in worry. "its nothing" i croaked out. "nah come on Y/N, no secrets remember?" Harry said making his bed, bringing up a silly pact we had made years ago when we had first met.

"I just wish i was," i stopped myself before the word vomit started " I still wanna be your favourite girl, I wanna be the one that makes your day! The th-the one you think about as you lie awake and I want to be your number, your number one. Please I I I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine. And and we can live happily ever after, like we did once before" I said my breathing getting heavy as i smiled, trying to convince myself just as much as i was trying to convince Harry. I watched as he walked around the counter to me, holding my hands gently as he lifted my chin to look him in the eye. I blinked away my tears as i looked up at him. "Y/N, i love you, so so much" He started making my heart flutter. "good, we we can run away together, leave this life" i said squeezing his hand in mine. "Y/N, you're an addict, you need help before we can even start to mend what we had" Harry said to me with a sad smile as he caressed my cheek.

"so you're happy just taking advantage of me?" i said with so much need in my voice that i didn't even know existed. "no. Y/N. I love you i really do but i only know the you that’s on drugs. I don't even recognise this you any more" He said taking a few steps back. I just shook my head as i chocked back the tears. "I- Paige will be here soon" i just nodded to myself picking up my bag. "I love you, but i am in love with clean you" Harry said as i opened the door to his room. "and i am in love with you, no matter what" i said as i sniffed back my tears. i took another glance at Harry before showing myself out.

I pulled the hood up over me to cover my face from any potential fans. I went to my usual ally way, it was only a ten minute walk from Harrys. I sat crossed legged behind the bin and got out my little baggy. I made a perfect line before in hailing the substance. "but i think i love you more" i whispered as i looked at my baggy and put it back in my bag. starting the cycle all over again.

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Morning Routine: Hermit DSMP Swap AU

Cleo leaned forward on the dressing table in her room, peering at herself in the mirror. She frowned. The green of her eyes was starting to fade. She picked up a backup pair of glass eyes from a small wooden tray on the table and popped her old glass eyes out. She didn’t need eyes to see, one of the perks of being a zombie, but she found using glass eyes made her look more natural. That was one thing she missed about being alive, not having to deal with the maintenance required to care for a decaying body.

She popped the backup set of eyes in, they were a golden yellow color, and sat down in the dressing table chair. Several jars of different powder pigments sat in a line against the mirror. She let her hand hover over the different jars till she found the ones she was looking for; a blue and a yellow. With a tiny spoon she measured out some of each of the pigments onto a porcelain tray pallet. And pouring some oil from a bottle she folded the pigments together with a pallet knife till it was creamy and a vibrant green color. She did the same making a couple different shades of green, ranging from neon to deep forest till she was satisfied.

Cleo wiped the pallet knife off on a rag and set it aside picking up one of her green eyes and a tinny brush. She licked the end of the brush and dipped it in the paint. Holding the eye close, She carefully applied color, bright green streaks, sharp highlights, shadow along the top and around the outer rim, till it shown like an artificial jewel. Once both were finished she set them down carefully in the little dips in the wooden tray so they didn't roll and smudge the paint. They would take a while to dry. Cleo cleaned her brush in the glass of cleaning solvents and returned it to the cup full of brushes. She left the dirty pallet for a future Cleo to deal with and moved on to the next part of her routine; skin care.

Cleo picked up a bottle of SPF 1000 sunscreen. The ingredients; fifty percent fire rez, thirty percent slime and twenty percent honey, along with assorted fragrances, this one smelled like chocolate because why not. Joe had helped her come up with the recipe when she first became a zombie. It was just about the only thing she found worked. Both strong and long lasting it kept her from bursting into flames when she went outside. It wasn’t going to protect her from actual fire or lava, but it did its job.

Cleo squeezed a generous glop into her hand and carefully applied dollops to her exposed skin, rubbing it in thoroughly, careful not to miss any spots. She shook the bottle, adding more to her hand to get the last few spots. She would need to make more sunscreen soon but that wouldn’t be hard. They had a good supply of potions now, and the other ingredients weren't hard to get.

Cleo rubbed the last bits of lotion onto her ears and neck. She made sure her hands were clean, checking that there wasn’t any lotion stuck under her nails. Now, on to make up. She used a makeup brush to apply green eyeshadow that went wonderfully with the pail green of her skin. With practiced strokes she made wings in dark brown liquid eyeliner. She bruised Mascara on to her lashes and finished off with a couple pats of gray-blue blush across her cheeks. Cleo turned her head from side to side to see the finished product. Not bad for having to collect all the ingredients and make all the supplies from scratch. This server didn’t seem to have any working economy and even if it did it wasn’t likely she would have been able to find anyone willing to sell to her.

She sighed running her fingers through her hair working out some tangles and pulling old drying flowers out. She brushed it out and then began a waterfall braid going from her temple all the way around to behind her other ear, weaving fresh flowers in as she went.

There, that’s better. She looked at herself and smiled. Her eyes were still the yellow ones, she would just have to replace them in a couple of hours when the green ones dried fully. But the rest looked great. This server might be a hell hole but she looked fabulous and it was the little things that counted.

She gave herself a nod and headed out the door. It was her and False’s turn to look for this Philza person.

[Notes: no plot, just some fun headcanons about how Cleo gets ready for her day. I based the painting glass eyes thing, off of a comment cc!ZombieCleo made about painting her eyes green, in response to a question asking how her character's eyes stayed so bright if she was dead.]

[twiceasfrustrating]

crackships???? Omaigod finallyyyyyyy

could I pleaseeeeee request some solobarb?????

I've shipped them for soooooo longggg but I've never seen any fics of themmmmm.

Would mean a lotttt if u doooo

Rating: General Audience

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Solomon/Barbatos

Characters: Solomon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: fluff, short

Summary: Solomon needs Barbatos' help for potion-making.

Word Count: 513

“What do you think this one could be?” Solomon asked as he pointed to a word that was faded from the page. Only a few letters were distinguishable and he had to add the right ingredient or else risk the potion he was working on blowing up in his face; quite literally.

“Hmm,” Barbatos looked over the recipe, examining the smudges left behind on the page, “The first word at the very least is likely ‘orange’. The next part is either trap ant tears or anteater tea.”

“Orange trap ant tears then,” Solomon said as he grabbed a vial in front of him and added it to the brew, slowly stirring as the two liquids mixed.

“How do you know it isn’t the tea?”

“Because anteater tea will nullify the giant sloth algae powder and the entire thing would be worthless as a potion.”

“I see.” The demon was almost impressed with how well Solomon knew his potions, “Will you need me for anything else.”

“Oh?” Solomon hummed, “You don’t find staying with me to be entertaining?”

“I have other obligations to attend to.” His duties as the prince’s butler kept him ever busy, after all.

“Someday I am going to get upset at Diavolo for taking all of your time. He really needs to give you a vacation.” Solomon teased as he held the spoon he had been mixing out to Barbatos, “Try this.”

“I enjoy being at my young master’s side, thank you.” When Solomon held the spoon out to him, he would grimace. He knew all too well what Solomon’s creations tasted like, “What is it supposed to do?”

“You’ll know once you try it.” He gave a mischievous smile.

The things Barbatos did for love.

He would take the spoon from Solomon’s hand and try a single drop from the end, trying not to twist his face at the immediate bitter onslaught to his taste buds. He handed the spoon back as quickly as he could, “What should I be expecting?”

Solomon looked at him contemplatively before turning back to the recipe, “I suppose that means it isn’t meant to be taken orally. That is a good note.”

“Did you tell me to try it so I could be your test subject?”

“More or less.”

Barbatos actually couldn’t help but sigh this time, “Sometimes you make it difficult to love you.”

“Well, if I was anyone different you wouldn't, would you?”

Fair enough.

Barbatos leaned a hand against Solomon’s cheek, “Do not get yourself into trouble. Leaving the prince’s side is not so easy that I can come and go as I please to assist you.”

“Then I will only summon you if I am in need.” Solomon promised, “And I believe I will be in need much later tonight when I decide to watch a movie.”

“Ah, yes. That does sound as if it would be difficult to do alone. I will try and see to it that the young master is done with all of his work by then so I may assist you.”

“Wonderful!” Solomon beamed.

[theblasianwitch]

Here’s to a happy and magical Valentine’s Day. I’m here to share some of my favorite ingredients for love, peace and happiness.

1. Rose: 🌹

Roses are used as a symbol of love throughout history but also has cleansing and healing properties.

You can make rose tea as a base for love potions.

You can add rose water to baked goods for a light flavor boost and it helps some baked goods come out smoother like breads and cakes.

You can mix in rose water, rose oil, or rose petals to homemade candles

Rose petal baths, need I say more?

Bonuses of rose also includes connections to hair growth, weight loss, and managing menstrual pain should you want to use it for some self love.

2. Sorrel

A favorite herb in some African and Caribbean recipes, sorrel is a red tea that aids in blood flow and can be used as a stimulant for attraction. If you’ve never had it before, when boiled to a tea and cooled the flavor is similar to red wine, but I assure you no alcohol is involved unless you add it yourself.

The boiled sorrel liquid can be added to smoothies, drank as a tea, and be mixed into cake batters to make sorrel cakes.

3. Cinnamon

According to various sources for kitchen witchcraft, cinnamon is used for love and happiness, as well as fertility, health, success, and protection (not that kind of protection)

Cinnamon can be used as a seasoning in baking, cooking, and drinks.

Add cinnamon to your smudge stick to reap the benefits

4. Mint

Another kitchen witchcraft source, mint is less used for love and more for happiness and fertility and another protection herb

Mint tea mixes well with rose and sorrel for a bit of love potion crafting

Mint chocolate is a popular flavor combination should you feel like making homemade chocolates for your intended person

5. Apple 🍎

Not one I commonly used but there is a basic love spell that involves using a needle to carve into an apple your own love spell with the intended person in mind with creative add ons. The marks can then be hidden be rubbing honey on the outside of the apple paying particular attention to the marks

6. Hibiscus 🌺

Hibiscus tea also has an association with love magic. It can also impact your blood pressure so use sparingly

Feel free to add on any others that come to mind, these are just some favorites of mine and I use them more to strengthen the love I already have than to make someone fall in love. Be safe and stay hydrated lovers.

[tipsycad147]

What is Florida Water and Why Do We Want It?

Florida water is a traditional American cologne water recipe adopted by southern practitioners of the hoodoo and voodoo tradition to cleanse the home and use in rituals. Originally named as the American version of Eau de Cologne in the 1800’s.

Its strong magical properties have made it an essential in Hoodoo, Voodoo, Santeria, Wicca, and Witchcraft practices.

Florida water can be used for cleansing (its effect is very similar to smudging), Use it to clean your altar space.

As a spell component.

Just opening a bottle and leaving it in a room is said to purify the air of bad spirits and energies.

You can put it in a spray bottle as a spiritual “disinfectant,” anoint doors and windows with it. Pour it into a bowl and place it on the altar as an offering, as a thank you gift to the Spirit(s)s/God(s) you are working with.

Use it in your bath by adding a few drops in the water to cleanse your aura and rejuvenate the senses.

Cleanse your magical items and crystals with a cloth and Florida Water.

Put some Florida Water in your palms and clap them together and rub to raise vibrations and to give you a quick energy boost.

Use it to dress candles for magical spells that include protection, communication with spirits, cleanings, breaking hexes and curses, removing malicious magic.

Florida water can quickly re-balance your vibration and is the perfect “chill out” after a long, stressful day. Grab that spray bottle and spray away! (Just be sure not to get it in your eyes.)

There are dozens of recipes for Florida water online, I have found a few great ones and you can customize this recipe according to what you have on hand.

Despite the name, it is not a water-based potion. Most people use vodka to steep the herbs and flowers. All you need is the cheap stuff. You can use top-shelf vodka to make this, but it’s just a waste of money, as it really doesn’t make much difference in the final result.

What you need: 16 ounces Vodka or 2 cups.

Choose at least two items from each group: While selecting the materials to use, allow your intentions to guide you.

Aromatic greens: 4 parts fresh mint 4 parts fresh basil 4 parts fresh rosemary

Florals: 3 parts rose petals (fresh) 3 parts jasmine (dried or fresh) 3 parts lavender (dried)

Citrus: 2 parts lemon peel 2 parts orange peel 2 parts lime peel

Spice: 1-part allspice berries 1-part cinnamon sticks 1-part cloves

Put the vodka on low heat. Add the dry ingredients and allow them to simmer for 5-10 minutes. Add the remaining ingredients. Simmer on low for an addition 40 minutes.

I am also going to add a no cook recipe. This recipe is just a guide… Smell each oil before adding it to your glass container. Let your spirit enlighten you if you should add more or less than what’s suggested

You’ll need: 16 oz of vodka 3-5 tablespoons of rosewater 8 drops of lavender essential oil 10 drops of lemon essential oil 10 drops of orange essential oil 5 drops of bergamot essential oil 5 drops of cinnamon essential oil 5 drops of clove essential oil Fresh rose petals & fresh rosemary (optional)

If you wish to add stones, you can use any of these:

Amethyst Smokey Quartz Rose Quartz Quartz Black Obsidian

I am also going to add a Florida Water Diffuser Blend! (Do not add vodka to your diffuser)

This is said to help aid in headaches. Let the purifying scent of Florida Water fill your home with this sweet, warm, and uplifting diffuser blend.

1 drop bergamot 4 drops orange 3 drop lemon 2 drop cinnamon 1 drop lavender 1 drop rosemary

This recipe is the more “traditional” one.

Ingredients: 1/2 cup dried sweetgrass 1/2 cup dried lavender 1/2 cup dried sage 1/2 cup dried cedar 6 cups of Vodka

Directions:

Gather your herbs, give thanks to them for their use.

Add the vodka to it and store in a glass jar at room temperature.

Keep the content for 14 days. You can place it outside to infuse with either a full or new moon.

Use a paper towel or cheese cloth to strain out the liquid from the herbs into a clean, preferably glass container. Cover the lid tightly and store until when needed.

PS - there are MANY recipes online, these were just a few I found…MOST were the traditional recipe as written above.

https://forum.spells8.com/t/what-is-florida-water-and-why-do-we-want-it/1257

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

hand-holding, 33, Dick & Gar

Locked Myself In a Cage and Threw Away The Key (But Your Gentle Hands Had Set Me Free)

Hand-holding | 33. bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go - for @undertheknightwing

Gar walked into the Tower's kitchen humming softly, his eyes focused on the phone he held in his hand. He was scrolling through endless pages of recipes, trying to find a perfect smoothie combination. He loved experimenting in the kitchen ever since he was a little kid, his mom would usually assist. At Chief's house Larry has always been very protective over that specific area and wouldn't let him touch anything so the boy never got the chance to do it again but when he arrived in San Francisco with his new friends a little over a week ago and basically started drooling at the sight of a huge kitchen island and shiny appliances, Dick walked up to him with a smile, patted his shoulder and simply said "Go ahead. It's all yours."

"Aha!" he exclaimed triumphantly as he dropped on one of the stools. He found a perfect recipe, a combination he never tried before. He needed kale, an orange and a lemon, a cucumber, coconut water and honey. "Wait, do we have all of that?"

Leaving his phone on the counter he made his way around the kitchen island to the fridge. He found a cucumber (that was already withering so it was the last chance to use it) and some honey. There were a few lemons in a bowl on the counter but no oranges. Other ingredients from the list were missing as well.

Damn it.

Gar quickly grabbed his phone, took a screenshot of the recipe and sent it to Rachel with a note of what he needed. Dick took her out for grocery shopping (apparently his idea of quality time which Gar honestly loved but wouldn't admit it, at least not to Jason), they left like 20 minutes ago so there was still a chance she could get this stuff for him. A minute later she responded with a thumb up emoji and he let out a sigh of relief.

Now all he had to do was wait.

***

When he got the text from Rachel that they'll be back home in 5 minutes (he still couldn't quite get used to calling this place their home - Rachel on the contrary had no problem with it, probably thanks to Dick), Gar dragged himself from the couch in the living room and set to work. Soon the elevator door let out a loud ding sound and she walked in, carrying a huge paper bag filled to the brim in her hands.

"Got everything you asked for." she said, smiling, as she set the bag beside him on the kitchen island and started unpacking it.

"Sweet, thanks." he replied, starting to chop the cucumber into pieces. "Where's Dick?"

"Still in the garage." she sighed, then dropped on the stool next to him and opened a bag of sour jelly beans. "Want some?"

"No, thanks. Why?"

"Car started acting weird." she explained, chewing on the candy. "Apparently something's wrong with the engine or something, I dunno. He's looking into it."

Gar lifted his eyes at her, brows furrowing in concern.

"Ouch, I hope it's nothing serious. I have a feeling Donna wouldn't be happy if it turned out we broke her ride- agh, shit!"

He felt a jolt of stinging pain on the inside of his left palm, setting his nerves ablaze and instinctively pulled his hand away, trying to escape the sensation. Rachel's eyes grew wide and she gasped, staring at it. He slowly lifted his hand back up, looking down and suddenly he felt dizzy, the floor crumbling under his feet.

There was so much blood.

It wasn't really the sight that made him feel this way, or the pain of the cut. It was the touch of the warm liquid creating a puddle inside his palm. The bitter smell of metal that hit his nostrils. The Tiger inside of him came awake, letting out a restless growl and started clawing at the walls of its cage, demanding to be set free.

The cage. Like the one they locked Gar in at the asylum. Suddenly he was back there, curled up in the corner naked, afraid and bloody, staring at a pile of disembodied body parts and internal organs ripped apart. He could feel the taste of crimson in his mouth, sour and disgusting, while the Tiger was roaring in pleasure, demanding for more. Gar heard someone calling out to him, some part of his brain registered a gentle touch and a surge of energy, but the Tiger was quick and shut it all down with one single growl. It wanted to take control, to put Gar in the cage instead. The boy was too close to letting it. As much as the cage terrified him, it also felt somewhat safe and if staying inside meant he could be free of the Tiger for a moment at least, then-

"Gar? Gar, c'mon. Come back to me, buddy."

He snapped back to reality so quickly he started feeling dizzy again. Or maybe the dizziness didn't go away at all, he didn't know. He gasped like he just came out of water and when his sight sharpened again he found himself gazing into Dick's concerned brown eyes, feeling the man's fingers gripping his arms tightly. Rachel was peering over his shoulder, nibbling at her lower lip in worry.

"I tried to heal him but it didn't work." she said, her voice quiet and hesitant. "I don't know why."

"It's okay." he told her, although his eyes never left Gar's. "Go grab the first aid kit. You know where it is, right?"

"Yeah." she nodded and disappeared from view. Dick focused on the boy again.

"Gar, breathe. It's just a little blood. You're okay."

He followed his instructions. Deep breaths. Slow and steady. It's just a little blood. The Tiger is asleep.

"You're not there." Dick spoke softly, as if reading his mind. "You're not in the cage anymore."

They kept breathing together for a bit longer and Gar started feeling better. He risked looking down at his hand. It was covered in smudged blood and a deep cut ran across the inside of his palm. It stung when he stretched his fingers.

"I, uh…" he started, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "I think I didn't notice. The knife slipped and-"

"It's alright, kiddo." Dick comforted him, sending him a warm smile. In the meantime Rachel came back with a small red box in her hand and set it down on the counter. Dick thanked her quietly and looked back at the boy. "Why don't we patch it up, huh?" He let go of his arm and offerend his hand to him. "Can I?"

Gar hesitantly put his injured hand in Dick's hold and instantly relaxed feeling the warm touch of his fingers on his skin. The man cleaned the cut with a disinfectant (it hurt like a bitch), smoothing a damp cotton swab over it, then started wrapping a white bandage over it. His movements were slow and careful, he kept holding his hand gently, turning it to the sides whenever he needed to. Gar observed him quietly, feeling somewhat hypnotized by the process. It was calming down his shattered nerves.

When the dressing was done though, Dick didn't let go of the boy's hand like Gar expected him to, but instead he clasped it between both of his own and held it firmly, looking into his eyes again.

"You good?" he asked and Gar knew he didn't mean the cut.

"Yeah." he answered, his voice sounding a bit croaky. He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Sorry I spaced out."

"It's okay. It triggered you, didn't it? The blood."

Gar took a deep breath and felt his shoulders trembling.

"It did. I know it's silly, but-"

"It's not silly." the man interrupted him and squeezed his hand in comfort. "It's your body and mind reacting to trauma. It's completely normal."

Gar looked down at their hands, feeling his eyes burning.

"I was at the Asylum again…"

"I figured." he heard Dick say quietly. "But thankfully it wasn't real this time. You're safe, Gar. With us, with me. You're at home, not there, remember that."

They stared into each other's eyes for a few long seconds before a smile finally broke onto Gar's face.

"At home."

Dick grinned back at him, relief flooding his face.

"Yeah."

Someone's hand rested on his shoulder. Rachel.

"I'm glad you feel better now." she said. "How about we finish this smoothie?"

Gar lifted an eyebrow at her.

"You hate green smoothies."

"But I am willing to try this one. You bled for it after all."

All three of them chuckled at her joke.

"Save me some for later." Dick said as he stood up from his chair. "I gotta get back to the garage."

That reminded Gar of the car issue.

"Hey, what happened? Is it bad?"

Dick was already halfway to the elevator when he shouted back.

"Nah, I just need to tweak a few things, that's all."

The elevator door dinged and he was gone.

Gar turned to Rachel.

"You said you tried to heal me?"

She shrugged, a look of confusion appearing on her face as she went back to unpacking the groceries.

"Yeah, but somehow I couldn't."

He scratched the back of his neck, thinking.

"I think the Tiger stopped it. I felt something, but then it was abruptly cut off. I don't know, maybe I was imagining things."

"Maybe." she closed the fridge and turned back to him. "So what do you need next?"

"Give me that coconut water."

"Gotcha."

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Fandom: DC Titans

Title: Locked Myself In a Cage and Threw Away The Key (But Your Gentle Hands Had Set Me Free)

Series: Physical Affection - Tumblr Prompts

Pairings/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Garfield Logan

Summary: It wasn't really the sight that made him feel this way, or the pain of the cut. It was the touch of the warm liquid creating a puddle inside his palm. The bitter smell of metal that hit his nostrils. The Tiger inside of him came awake, letting out a restless growl and started clawing at the walls of its cage, demanding to be set free.

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[3pirouette]

The Honey Trap (5/?)

Title: The Honey Trap

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :) 

A/N- Keep an eye ont he time stamps- it brings us back to chapter one somewhere around the middle- then we’re moving on from there with less jumping around :) 

Chapter Summary: The holes in their story kept her up some nights. He acknowledged them, and often. She felt like he was trying to appease her, but every now and again it tickled something in her gut that made her queasy. 

Chapter 5: How It’s Supposed to Go

~*~ November, 1944

There were bugs in the kitchen and sightlines out of the living area to a Hydra surveillance flat across the street, but Peggy thanked their lucky stars no one surveilled the shared loo or Richard’s bedroom.

She’d done things she wasn’t proud of before for her work, but repeatedly sleeping with a man she neither was married to or loved in any way was crossing a line she wasn’t prepared to step over.

Not when she still believed Steve was waiting for her and loving her.

She didn’t mind the kissing, was only occasionally bothered by the wandering hands on the couch, and she’d gotten very good at pushing him away and playing coy, at protesting that the shades were wide open and someone could see, before leaving early for the night or slipping into his bedroom.

Richard was also getting very, very good at sleeping on the floor.

“They’re less suspicious, you know, now that you’ve started staying over,” he observed, fluffing his pillow and dropping it at his feet. He smiled at her.

Peggy shook her head, unbuckling her shoes but not taking another thing off before slipping under the blanket on the bed. “Pigs, if you ask me. A woman’s desire to know a man biblically before they’re married has nothing to do with how much she loves him or how devoted she is to him.”

“I never said they were smart. Or understood anything.” He pulled his tie off and started loosening the buttons if his shirt. “If they were smart, they wouldn’t believe us at all.” He pulled it off and set it to the side, sliding out of his belt as well, but staying in his undershirt and trousers. “Our cover is good, but it isn’t foolproof.”

“Hardly,” she snorted, knowing that the holes in their story kept her up some nights. He acknowledged them, and often. She felt like he was trying to appease her, but every now and again it tickled something in her gut that made her queasy. Peggy leaned over and stripped the top quilt, handing it to him. “I’m starting to wonder why they haven’t questioned it more.”

Richard Wallace, Peggy had found, could be a hard man to read. The one thing she enjoyed about their little charade was that in his bedroom, more than any other place she’d ever been with him, he let his guard down. He frowned at her, and she could see the dark circles under his eyes and the frustration in his shoulders. “They’re desperate.” He shook his head and kneeled, setting up his little bed across from her. “I’ve never seen these men so scared and at the same time so daunting. The things they want to accomplish, and the lengths they’ll go to get them…” He sighed, sitting down heavily. “These men are so much scarier than Hitler, Carter. The things I’ve heard… We can’t let them win. Whatever it takes.”

Peggy knew, without a doubt, that he meant it. Even in the dark, the fear in his eyes was real.

~*~ The Same Night, 500 miles away at the French border

Bucky elbowed Steve, getting his attention and passing the canteen over. “I’m not missing the corn ring,” he joked, looking out into the night, his voice soft, “though I could do with a little turkey and gravy.”

Steve smiled a bit, a happy sound on his lips as he finished a gulp of the whisky. “Your ma’s gravy…” He hummed happily and slipped the canteen back to Bucky. It was a quiet night, and they were in friendly territory, which made it almost safe to spend their watch reminiscing about today being Thanksgiving.

“Yeah, and then a slice of your mom’s apple pie.” Bucky smacked his lips loudly, taking another swig of the whisky before he sealed the canteen and slipped it back into his pack. He looked out into the darkness, shaking his head. “I miss that apple pie.”

“Me too,” Steve whispered softly, the happy memories mingling with the loss of his mother that would never leave him fully.

Bucky sensed his melancholy and elbowed him. “She ever teach you how to make it?” Bucky smiled at his friend. “When we get home, you can make a million bucks with it. Everyone would eat it up, literally. Imagine it: Captain America’s All American Apple Pie.”

Steve laughed lightly, shrugging. “She worked off a recipe from my grandmother. It’s all stained and half smudged, but it’s at home, in the trunk I left at your Ma’s, I think.”

“We’ll take it on tour, like the USO.” Steve smiled as Bucky started spinning the tale, his excitement something easy to lose himself in. “We’ll have stands at every state fair from Brooklyn to San Francisco.”

“As long as I don’t have to dance.”

Bucky huffed out a laugh. “Dance? Nah. We give you an apron and a spoon and you’ll have all kinds of girls just eating outta your hands.”

Bucky saw the way his lips turned down even though he tried to avoid letting anything show. Bucky let out a long, slow breath and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “When are you going to tell me?” he asked softly.

Steve barely even moved his lips he was so stoic. “Nothing to tell, you know that.”

“What I know,” he started carefully, “is that all of a sudden, you two started acting stupid, then Phillips missed a detail the size of a blimp, and then instead of getting rid of you, who he’s considered a thorn in his side since the day you showed up at Lehigh, he shipped off his right hand woman and best spy to the typing pool.”

“Senator Brandt—”

“Senator Brandt my ass,” Bucky didn’t let him finish, and his frustration made his words harsh and clipped. “There are plenty of other bases they could have sent you to, hell- the Pacific theater’s been begging to get the 107th for months.” The way Steve wouldn’t look at him told Bucky all he needed to know. He softened, “So it’s bullshit?”

“It’s not—" Steve huffed, shaking his head and letting it fall into his hands.

“You can’t tell me.” It wasn’t a question, and he tried to keep it from being an accusation.

“No, I can’t.”

“We have the same clearance—”

“Not for this we don’t.” Steve almost barked. “No one has clearance for this.” The fight left his words and his frame. “It’s not even... there’s no paper trail even. Strictly need to know, full deniability.” Steve looked his friend in the eyes sadly, “As far as anyone knows, yourself included, we fucked up. Badly. And she paid the price. And that’s all there is to know.” Steve let his head fall again, watching as he drew patterns in the dirt with the toe of his boot.

Bucky filled long moments of quiet with pulling the whisky out again and slowly unscrewing the cap. He wasn’t sure what he could ask and what he couldn’t, but he knew he couldn’t leave it where it was. He took a long, slow breath and a quick swing of the burning liquid. He passed it over and rubbed his hands together, waiting until Steve had swallowed before speaking again. “Were you… did you…?”

His voice was almost too quiet to hear. “Once we heard what was at stake? We agreed to it, yeah.”

“And is it… is it over between the two of you? For real?”

Bucky looked at him, but Steve didn’t lift his gaze from the ground. “I hope not.”

Bucky rubbed his palms together slowly, not knowing what to say or do. His friend had held it in for so long, and he knew if he pushed too hard, Steve would let it all out and then hate himself even more in the morning. “Well, we better get looking for that apple pie recipe, huh? If you’re gonna have to win her back, better put your best foot forward.”

Steve almost, almost laughed.

~*~ December, 1944

Her heart was pounding in her chest. It had been months since she’d seen him, and she was supposed to somehow keep her cool.

Wallace had arranged it. He’d be arranging all of it from now on, which she didn’t particularly like. Peggy played with her wine glass, only half listening to the woman across from her. The microdot plastered to the back of her tooth tickled her tongue, and she had to sip the wine in such a way that it didn’t dislodge the precarious gluing job she’d done.

Her stomach was sick with worry and anticipation. If her companion for the evening didn’t buy the little skit they were about to put on, if she noticed that Peggy enjoyed kissing Steve a little too much or if she looked him his eyes a little too long, the whole thing could go up in flames.

The whole operation moving forward, and all they’d sacrificed up until now to get here, hinged on Ava, the girlfriend of a Hydra General, believing that she loathed Captain America enough that she’d betray him.

She didn’t even have to look to know when he walked in, she could feel the hairs on her arms rise. She took a deep breath, and turned her head.

~*~ January 2, 1945

The middle of the day was a risk she didn’t like. The harbor was a risk she didn’t like. Out in the open was a risk she didn’t like. Pretending to “run into him” was a plan she didn’t like.

Peggy wasn’t supposed to be a spy, she was supposed to be a scorned, confused woman willing to sell out the Allied powers for true love. No matter how long she lived with this cover, she didn’t think it would get any easier.

She wasn’t supposed to know Wallace was out there with one of the Hydra agents, watching her every move and listening to every word. Those above him had come up with the plan, had fed Wallace the idea who’d sent it to Phillips in a coded newspaper ad before he’d even run it by her. He’d made a convincing argument that trying to come up with a better plan would out them, and they needed to be one step ahead.

Somehow, she still felt like she was one step behind. She hated not being in control of the operation, not having final say on what she did or how she did it. The lack of input was starting to sew a seed of distrust in her. She wanted to believe Wallace, wanted to trust him, but he was cutting her out and partners didn’t do that when so much was on the line.

She was finding that little hint of queasiness deep in her gut was starting to happen more and more often. It was setting her on edge, and jeopardizing the mission.

She was going to find a way to change that.

She turned into the wind, letting it push her hair behind her instead of in her face. It wasn’t long before she could hear the footfalls behind her. He stopped only a few feet away, far enough that she couldn’t quite feel the heat from his body. She turned, shaking her head to keep the tendrils of hair out of her face. “How did you find me?”

He looked out over the harbor then back to her, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s not like you’re hiding.”

She could see how he fought to keep the smile off his face, she had to bite her tongue to keep from giving up any emotion at the sight of him. “I’ve said all—”

“And I haven’t, Peggy.” He stepped closer, moving to trap her in against the rail quickly. Her heart fluttered as she realized that he’d turned her just enough to keep their faces out of Hydra’s sight line. He pressed his forehead against hers, and she couldn’t stop herself from clutching at him, wrapping her arms around him under his coat. “I miss you so, so much, Peg.”

He pulled back just enough to see her lips, and she couldn’t keep the sadness out of her eyes when she mouthed me too to him just before she spoke. “And I haven’t spent a moment thinking about you at all, Steve.”

She saw him take a deep breath before pulling away. “That’s a lie.”

“I’ve moved on,” she touted, pushing away from him and back into view of the surveillance team. She let clutching at her jacket in the wind cover the sleight of hand where she pulled the coded message from his belt and slipped it into her own pocket.

“Please,” he begged, his own desperation easily seeping through the words. “Hear me out. Just… just talk. Dinner, maybe?”

She pretended to think it over, spent long seconds pushing the hair out of her face when she wanted to jump at the chance to be with him for more than a few seconds. “I’m seeing someone new.”

She couldn’t tell if the hurt was real or feigned, but the way his shoulders sagged made her heart ache just the same.  The wind whipped up around them and he stepped forward, taming her hair behind her ear and taking her face in his hands. His kiss was soft, and so much more than their last rushed one was where they were fighting for the little dot of film between their tongues. This was soft, and filled with emotions. It was the “I love yous” they couldn’t say, the lonely nights and the frustrating days, the gentle ache that was always there while they were forced to be apart.

It was over far too soon.

He stepped back, just out of reach. He looked like he was coiled up tight, holding himself back from kissing her again. “The pub at the crossroads, you know it?”

Peggy nodded, unable to trust her voice.

“I’ll be there tonight at seven.” He swallowed hard, eyes pleading. This wasn’t part of the plan. The plan was a few chance encounters. A tidbit of dropped information here and there. Her constant refusals and her continued allegiance to Richard and Hydra. Not whatever was starting to come to life behind Steve’s eyes.

She was terrified and thrilled at the same time. It might risk it all, but it could finally give her a chance to take control of the little game they were playing. “Steve…” she croaked out, unsure of what she could say, how she could convey the emotions and the tactical necessity of what they were about to do.

He stepped forward swiftly, kissing her again. It was quick and passionate and everything she needed to be reminded to trust him, just like she always had. He left his forehead pressed against hers. “I won’t go another day without you, I won’t.”

His hand reached for hers, and when she laced her fingers with his, she felt another note, one that she hadn’t been expecting. She palmed it quickly and pulled back, crossing her arms and slipping the note into the inner pocket of her jacket. “You’re assuming a lot.”

“The pub. Seven.” He looked her up and down, then started backing away, slowly. “I’ll wait for you.”

She watched him until there was nothing left but a speck on the horizon, and kept her eyes peeled for him even when that speck turned past a building and couldn’t be seen anymore. Richard came up behind her, right on cue, just as Steve was nothing but a memory.

It had been the plan that she was “supposed” to be meeting Richard. That Steve was “supposed” to find her and beg her to come back, which would fuel her need to betray him even more. She turned and looked at Richard, who was smiling at her and babbling away about where they should go for lunch, “unaware” of what had just happened.

She was sick and tired of what she was “supposed” to do.

She followed him down the walk along the harbor and to a small stand that sold fish and chips. They weren’t as flavorful as she wanted them to be, and the vinegar tasted old and too sharp on her tongue, but few things seemed to be what she wanted them to be lately. Richard rambled on in the background as they paced the small waterfront in full view and in good hearing range of the Hydra agent.

She’d play her part, for now. “I saw Steve,” she blurted, stopping and waiting for him to turn to her, picking at the chips in the newspaper in her hand. “He’s still… he’s still hopeful.”

Richard tried to hide his smile. “And you’re…”

She sighed. She was supposed to say something like angry. Or upset. Or vengeful. She was supposed to make it so easy, too easy, for Hydra to want to use her for information. But she wasn’t an idiot, and neither were the spies Hydra employed. Sometime between the meat locker and now, something had changed, and no one was telling Peggy what that was or what it meant for the op. She was done leaving her fate in the hands of other men.

“I’m uninterested,” she replied quickly, “but I am going to meet him tonight. Hear him out.”

Richard blanched before her. “Maggie, do you really…”

“I want to hear what the man who ruined my life has to say for himself,” she huffed out, starting to walk again towards his flat. “Let’s get inside, it’s far too cold out here.”

~*~

Once inside the flat she let him kiss her, like she always did, and let him move her to the bedroom where he held his hand out for the little slip of paper she’d procured from Steve once the door was closed.

They both read it quickly. The encryption was simple, and she was convinced more than ever it was for show. She didn’t need a piece of paper to tell her that the 107th would be heading back to the front in three days, it was in half the communications she encrypted on a daily basis this week. She knew more about troop movements just from being a part of the typing pool than he was getting from this. “This is fantastic,” Richard smiled at her, pocketing the paper. “You don’t need to go see him now, we have what we need.”

Peggy smiled, but shook her head. “I think I need to go. Make a good show of it, you know?”

“You don’t—”

“I do.” She was calm but firm, and stepped back from him. “A woman doesn’t just walk away from a man like Captain America, especially if he’s coming to find me.” She tried to let the smile she faked be a balm. “It will be more suspicious if I don’t go, trust me.”

She saw the flicker of concern in his eyes before he nodded, giving in with what appeared to be good humor. “Very well. You’re not the best for nothing.”

Peggy turned, picking up her coat on the way out of his flat. Damn right, she was the best, and that was what made it so easy to see through the game he was playing.

It was only a few blocks to her own flat, which she knew was bugged and under watch, as well. She hummed and dawdled, picking out a dress and pretending, for all intents and purposes, that she was fairly unbothered by her meeting tonight.

Maggie would be unbothered, but Peggy was downright anxious. She couldn’t pinpoint where the nervousness ended and the anticipation began, but the pub he’d picked was an Allied strong hold. Even if a Hydra agent made his way in there, the men in there would cover their backs. If not for Peggy, then absolutely for Steve.

She palmed the second note Steve gave her, even though she was fairly certain they couldn’t see into her apartment with the windows closed, and slipped into the bathroom. She turned the shower on full blast and hummed loudly as she unfolded the scrap.

It was a receipt for one lighter. Peggy looked it over, tried to apply every decryption she thought Steve would know, and a few she knew he wouldn’t, to the scant few words and numbers, but came out with gibberish. She was about to give up when she had an idea.

Peggy pulled over the candle she kept of the vanity after finding out the hard way the loo was the last place she wanted to be without matches or a candle when a blackout hit or the air raid sirens went off. She lit it and blew out the match, a smile forming on her face. Very slowly she let the paper sit over the flame, the heat permeating it and the words slowly becoming visible.

“My clever, clever darling,” she whispered to herself, pulling it away when she was sure the full message was visible.

It was a string of numbers that only the Commandos used to create short messages to one another. The combination was simple, but effective, once she translated it in her head.

Danger. Cover blown.

Peggy passed the paper over the flame one more time to make sure she hadn’t missed anything as her heart pounded in her chest, then lit the corner on fire and dropped it in the sink, watching it burn until the paper was nothing but ash. She turned on the tap and let the remnants flow down the drain, mind moving quickly.

She was meeting Steve in a few hours. Until then, she had to make it seem like business as usual. Tonight, he was either pulling her out, or they were going to make a play for something bigger.

She wasn’t sure which option she wanted, but she knew now she had an even better partner, one she trusted completely, and the queasiness she’d been feeling was gone.