#I'm ready to get roasted to a crisp when someone gets it right
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So I'm leaving for work and I have a confession to make. I've been liking a series that I'm really embarrassed admitting that I even like it, it involving monster girls and I'll let you guess what series it is.
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I'm greedy so here's a second one: cooking is Lumiere's love language, and Plumette loves to eat 💖
YES YES YES YES
(honestly i love it whenever women get to eat. do you know what i mean? like in so many romantic comedies the woman is like waaah i have to diet oh my godd i can’t believe i just ate two cookies and im like girl?? food is heaven??? eat your face off???)
“This is my kitchen,” says Cuisinier, and there’s a finality there, a finality that can’t be nudged with gold coins or winning smiles or imperious commands from the King.
“There’s a 2-for-1 sale on horseradish down in the village today,” says Lumiere, and suddenly the floor is swept and the stove is shining and the door is swinging shut, and the kitchen is his, his for a glorious hour.
He almost regrets the lie.
Then he starts the butter simmering in the pan. He loves this part, the fizzing shimmer as the butter skims the edges; the crisp murmur of the onion as he lays the skin-thin slices on. Lumiere breathes deep, and breathes out Paris, breathes out every bistro of his youth, the cafés haunted, the stolen patisseries devoured, that feeling when you’re young and you could eat away the moon. He lays more butter on. He lets his fingers be matches, and egg the stove to greater heights.
While the onions purr away, he weaves salt through his palm. He crushes leaves of thyme, tears them into pieces—refuses to cut them properly, prefers to let them dance out of his hands and into the pan—sticks a stem behind his ear, like a young god crowned in kitchen herb instead of laurel. He wanders into Cogsworth’s sheltered cellar, nicks the best wine, takes an experimental swig and stands over the pan, singing hymns to cookery, paeans to the dazzling goodness of heat and fat and earthen plants. It takes ages for the onions to turn just the right shade of brown, the intoxication of the steam to reach dizzying heights; but when it’s done he’s ready quick with the wine, the broth, the perfect pour of pepper.
Someone has crept in behind him, slung her arms around his waist, her chin just touching his shoulder. Someone is reaching for the wine and he holds it out of reach, nuzzling her head, demanding kisses as a toll. Someone is stealing onion slices from the pan, and he doesn’t mind at all.
When the soup is so hot his hair sticks straight up, he browns bread, warms cheese, salts some more, peppers his hands. Plumette is curled up on a kitchen chair, watching him work, eating croutons he passes her as he splits the bread: these here for the meal, these for the joy of eating now. He passes her cheese and plates and knives and almonds, perfect wedges of olive tapenade, asparagus melting under the weight of its own butter (when did he get the time to make that?), a heaping plate of gougères, a roast chicken (how on earth!), a salad of eggs and chard, plums and pears swimming in caramel. He sets before her a perfect dish, the soup hot, the bread crusty, the cheese boiling and smiling up at the sun streaming through the windows. Lumiere leans over Plumette, smelling all over of stove and heat and sizzle and burn, and kisses the top of her head.
They eat heartily, dragging the bread through the sauces, sharing slices, getting drunk. The sun weighs heavy on the table. Plumette is laughing over something stupid, and Lumiere’s wig falls off the back of his chair, and Lumiere rhymes amour with glamour and feels brilliantly clever.
When Cuisinier thunders in just after dusk, thundering about the lack of horseradish in the village, and what causes boys to tell such lies, and SACRE BLEU what is the state of his kitchen, Plumette giggles aimlessly and licks one buttered finger. Lumiere shrugs and hides the bottle and offers to clean up, oh like I want your help anyway you young harum scarum, Cuisinier somehow ganging up and joining in all at once. He samples the last of the soup, nods a wary approval. Tells Lumiere to use less butter next time.
He won’t, he won’t, he won’t. There will always be a next time. And Cuisinier will always play along.
#beauty and the beast#batb 2017#beauty and the beast 2017#lumiere#plumette#plumiere#cuisinier#batb fanfic#cuisinier: secret romantic hero#who tf gets lost on his way to a horseradish convention for four hours????#this was so fun to write i will happily do more#so! many! foods! i want lumi to cook!!!#can we have a coq au vin episode??#oh god. all the tarts. ALL THE TARTESSSS#i just learned about gougeres and now i want some immediately. the most lumiere snack of all
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17: Turning Point
You were going to kill Todoroki when you find him.
Fucking running off and making you follow after him... what the hell does he think he's doing?
Just 30 minutes ago, you, Endeavour, and Todoroki were on patrol when the attacks began. There was screaming left and right, filling the air along with inhuman sounds that belonged to these mutant beasts with brains showing.
Fires and explosions went off and there were pro heroes dealing with these abominations that seemed unkillable
Endeavour was the first to react and quickly burned the thing to a crisp and you were quick to follow his lead.
Once activating your quirk, you punched one of the monsters to the ground and started beating it up, tearing it's limbs off.
The thing slowly regenerated, which brought you frustration.
You bit into it's brain out of rage and pulled its chunks out as it screamed at you.
"Blood God. Move."
You recognized the voice as Endeavour's and slowly got up. You hesitantly looked at the writhing beast beneath you before moving out of the way for Endeavour to burn it.
"You did quite the number on it." He said before fire left his fist.
The man let out a grunt as he roasted the thing alive before turning to you.
"I need you to go after my son and make sure he doesn't get into trouble. Is that understood." He said and proceeded to tell you where to find him.
You grew confused and infuriated when you realized that Todoroki was gone.
What the fuck is he doing? There are villains to fight here!
You had a moment of clarity and spat the brain bits out of your mouth.
"Yes sir."
Before he could respond, another monster came into view and tackled the man. Endeavour shot fire into its face, making it lose its control over the situation.
And thus here you were, trying to find the stupid bicolored brat.
You nearly passed an alleyway before a noise and a flash of yellow and orange caught your eye.
There he was, fighting a deranged looking ninja and... and the greenette brat. For some reason, when the man licked his blade, Todoroki fell to the ground, laying on the ground.
Just as the man was about to strike the bicolored moron, you leapt into action, quite literally.
Your body rammed the man, making him tumble back and rip up his clothes from the pavement. He was caught in a daze before shaking it off and searching for who was responsible.
"...All Might?" The man said breathlessly before narrowing his eyes.
"...no... you're not All Might."
You ignored this as your brain was registering who this man was. You knew he was familiar, no one can forget someone with his ugly mug. You heard of his ideas and his rants about society a few times before. Everyone has.
You especially heard of what he did to a pro hero by the name of Ingenium.
"So... you're the hero killer: Stain."
The crazed man slowly stood up held his sword out, pointing at you.
"You... you're the fake that nearly killed the bicolored one." He spat.
You simply ignored this and looked past him to see Deku, Iida, and a man in a Native American themed costume. Midoriya locked eyes with you and immediately yelled to you in desperation.
"Don't let him lick your blood, His quirk will paralyze you!"
Stain shifted in front of you to block your view from the greenette, which you were thankful for.
"So you've come to save your fake hero friends..." he said.
"They're not my friends." You stated.
"Hm... doesn't really matter anyways..." he said before shooting forward.
He was fast, you wouldn't lie, but you were also quick on your feet.
You ducked down really low and grabbed his feet, which took him by surprise, and pulled them out from under him.
You didn't hesitate to drag him and spin around the ground before making him go airborne for a quick second and having him make impact with the wall. Hard.
He should have passed out. Should have. But he didn't.
This infuriated you more as you quickly went to grab his face, only for him to lift his sword up just as quickly.
He left a shallow cut on your shoulder, to which you quickly grabbed the blade and pulled it away from him. You weren't about to leave the blade with him since it caught a bit of your blood.
You backed away from the slightly dazed man, who slowly walked towards you.
"You dare... take my blade... you damn fake."
"You dare take my blood, you murderer." You said back to him in a mocking tone, holding his blade in your now bloodied hand.
The man smirked, narrowing his eyes at you as he started walking forward.
"Heh... you're skillful and intelligent... I'll give you that."
He lifted his bloody hand up and licked it, which confused you for a moment before you fell limp.
The sword that you once held clattered to the ground along with your body. Stain approached you slowly like a predator ready to strike.
"...it's a shame your quirk makes you bleed out naturally."
He picked up the blade and pulled out another before standing over you.
"Any last words, fake?" Stain said while placing his two blades on both sides of your neck.
"...of all the things..."
The man's nasty smile fell and he cocked his head to the left in confusion.
"What was that?"
"Of all the things to go after... you chose fakes that still did their jobs of saving lives...? You... you could have used your skills... your fighting experience to kill pedophiles... rapists... human traffickers..." you glared daggers into the now expressionless man's eyes.
"You could have taken the hero's jobs and still make a god damn statement about how unreliable fakes are... but instead you chose to target corrupt politicians, people with shitty fucking opinions over... over actual murderers." You spat out a bit of your blood as your quirk was still activated.
"There are people you could have saved that the frauds failed to do, but instead you go after a bunch of stupid kids who wear their hearts on their sleeves, one of which had his older brother sent to the damn hospital because of you." Your voice cracked as you grew both fearful and angry each second.
This man was going to kill you, you realized. He was going to kill you, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Everyone else was paralyzed including you.
Oh god.
You were going to die.
You never even got to save anyone and become a hero.
Fresh blood and tears trailed down your cheeks more and more, staining your (h/c) hair.
The man still stared down at you with no emotions on his face. His smile was long gone, replaced with a slight frown.
Just then, a flash of green knocked the man away from you, which caused one of the blades to leave a shallow cut into your neck.
You couldn't move your head, only your eyes and mouth, but you knew who it was.
The greenette held up against the man while the rest of you laid there paralyzed.
Soon, the ingenium kid, Iida, got back control over his body and joined the battle.
You were paralyzed both physically and mentally.
You almost died. You were about to be decapitated.
You were still in danger, after all, he isn't in cuffs yet.
But you were staring your death in the eyes.
In all of your 16 years of life, you had never been faced with something as severe as your own death.
You seen death before, you do visit the hospital and you have gotten to meet patients with terminal Illnesses.
But never have you battled your own death.
Is this what helplessness is like?
You didn't like it.
Not one bit...
You stayed laying there until someone came to pick you up.
"...No..." you croaked out, not realizing that it was the ingenium kid.
"(L/n)-san, I'm here to help." Iida said while giving you up into a piggyback ride.
"...Stain." You said, growing weaker as your quirk slowly deactivated itself.
"We took care of him..."
You could have sworn you saw tears collect in the kid's eyes.
"You all did..."
You couldn't hold onto consciousness any longer and slipped into darkness.
You woke up to the smells and sounds of a hospital, finding odd comfort in the familiar environment.
A formal voice was talking in the background followed by a woof. You didn't open your eyes but instead listened to what he was saying.
It took you a couple minutes to realize that he was talking about the legality that was the battle against Stain. A whole bunch of junk about how todoroki, Iida, and the greenette brat should be punished for initiating a fight against the villain.
"...they're the only one who was given permission by a pro hero to help keep you out of trouble and did what they were told."
It was obvious he was referring to you.
After chewing them out more in a professional way, the mutt finally told them that they have an option to pretend it was Endeavour who took out the hero killer and avoid punishment.
Although reluctant, they were forced to agree.
The police chief muttered his thanks to the kids and then left.
"...is he gone yet?" You said out loud, wincing at your dry throat and the scratchiness in your voice.
Your eyes were closed the entire time, so you didn't see the dog-headed man leave.
You heard a bit of gasping near you and some shuffling.
"You're awake!"
That annoying voice. That damn annoying voice you hate so much is talking to you.
There was a moment of silence, which made the three boys believe they were just hearing things before you spoke.
"...I believe I should give credit where credit is due..."
While you refused to open your eyes while saying this, you could still hear everything around you.
"You saved my life... Deku... and I... appreciate this second chance at life and shall cherish it..."
You could feel the shock radiating off the greenette. Tch. So obvious.
"...but don't think that for a second that I'll be picking daisies with you. I still fucking hate your guts." You said.
"Eh? How is that being appreciative???" Iida asked in a bewildered tone.
You didn't answer, which made the blue haired gentleman start making chopping motions with his broken arm before yelping when it let out a crack and pop.
"Iida!"
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Old habits die hard, aye? Iida couldn't help but try to scold Mc, which didn't work out for him since he just made his arm worse.
Looks like Mc is slowly gonna respect Izuku... until they find out about All Might being their secret dad.
And when they learn that Midoriya knew before them.
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