#Pâtisserie Week

[expederest]

If you didn't know, it was party week on Bake Off last week, and I am running very late. It's not even fashionably late, seeing as the next episode is tonight! But my original plans kind of fell apart at the last minute. I wanted to make a Kinder Bueno cookie pie I found the recipe for a couple years back, and it wasn't meant to be. So instead, I made use of some leftovers I needed to cook, and a pre-packaged DIY kit and got this odd party combo. Apple-cinnamon rolls, banana-pumpkin muffins, and spicy pumpkin soup. Not exactly party food, more of a potluck I suppose!

#gbbo #great british bake off #gbbo 2023 #the great british bake off #party week #the apple-cinnamon rolls were from lidl. it was pre-made dough and a jar of apple jam. they were pretty good too #and the only reason i made pumpkin soup is because i underestimated how much pumpkin i'd use in the muffins #but whatever. it all turned out fine. and much easier than whatever i'll end up making for pâtisserie week i'm sure!

[fandomaya]

Culinary Comfort

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Reader

CW: Food is heavily mentioned, some overthinking and insecurities on reader's part, Gojo is mentioned once (lol), use of petnames, just being fluffy and indulgent! (a suggestive implication at the end, ig?), not proofread as usual

WC: 765

Summary: Just exploring how shared love for food can create little comforting memories between you and Kento

You know Kento is the type of guy to take you to different premium eateries which range from restaurants to pâtisseries and the likes of that. He just loves the expression on your face which is of pure concentration, but all that makes him fondly smile is your cute little frown with an even cuter pout on your lips, all just trying to decide on what you want to eat from the wide variety of delicacies.

But he hates to see the hesitance on your features, and he knows why you feel that even. You genuinely feel at times you should not indulge much no matter how delicious the dishes may seem. Also, the fact that these are so expensive and your partner, Kento always pays for them, makes you feel guilty of burdening him.

But Kento doesn’t know how to make you realize that he loves to see you eat, to see the satisfaction on your face when you close your eyes and let out pleased soft noises as soon as the flavors meet your taste buds. You already have seen how he loves to help you out in the kitchen and most of the weekends he even tries out a new recipe for you which he is sure that you would savor. You can undoubtedly say that food is a love language of Kento.

So coming back to eateries, one fine day, he takes you out to a café that had opened a few weeks ago, and he tried it out himself too, unfortunately with Gojo after a mission. But fret not! Because this time he wants to have a better and peaceful experience with you since he loves to introduce you to new things and experiences.

So similar things happen this time as well. Upon entering, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries envelops you. The subtle hum of conversations of other patrons creates a cozy ambiance on this bright weekend. You both take a table near the glass windows that look out at the busy street. The menu arrives, its pages whispering promises of delightful flavors, and he is fondly looking at your confused face of trying to pick something for yourself. But then as soon as the waitress comes in to take your order, Kento is quick to take over and surprise you. You never expected him to place an order where he requests to bring one serving from every item under the specials section.

As you open your mouth to speak, Kento preemptively squeezes your hand, a silent reassurance that halts your words. He smiles at the waitress so that he goes away before he brings in the requested delicacies. In a hushed tone, you find yourself blurting out your concerns to Kento, trying to explain that it’s probably too much and that he shouldn’t carelessly spend much money, plus you will gain weight, which seems unfavorable.

His words are often sparse, but his actions speak volumes. So he just gets up and drags his chair near to yours. He sits back down, holds your hands, and rubs your palms in comforting circles. He murmurs, “Look at me, sweetheart”' his voice a gentle melody that resonates in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Your gaze drops to your lap, worry etched in your eyes as if confessing a pang of hidden guilt, in some subconscious shame of indulgence.

With a tender touch, he lifts your chin, encouraging you to meet his gaze. His eyes are so soft and kind, that it almost makes you want to cry for burdening him with your petty, annoying habits. But he just says, “Listen to me carefully, love.” His words are a tender reassurance in the midst of your worries. “It is fine to eat more if you want to. I know you love to eat, and it is completely okay to indulge once in a while. We are not doing this everyday, are we?”. You nod your head, and he just kindly smiles while rubbing your cheek, not caring if anyone sees or judges.

What is his priority is to make you comfortable and keep you happy. Plus, he doesn’t care if you gain weight or anything. He reassures you, 'It's more than good; I love the softness of you.' His words carry a warmth that transcends the physical, embracing the entirety of your being. He knows that he would just get more of you to love and worship back at home, in the sanctity of your shared existence, so that you truly know how he loves all of you.

a/n: This was really self-indulgent, but I felt like writing it. I just love to eat and feed my loved ones with good food too. But I hate the guilt that sometimes creep in some of us, which makes us hesitant to delve in full sensory experience of culinary treats. If you reach till the end, thank you for reading, and I hope you eat well always <333

#nanami header is made by me and dividers by @saradika #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento #kento nanami x reader #jjk kento #jujutsu kaisen drabbles

[continous-mistakes]

First Fic: Thank You for the Topic of My Next Therapy Session

Crossposted on ao3 Leave a comment if ya like it or have ideas!

Inspiration: BioDad!BruceWayne

Chapter 1 of 4

Marinette has not been having the best few weeks lately. Akuma Attacks are becoming more frequent and violent, Luka has just been turned into an Akuma (again), and she is having to deal with a life-changing revelation (also again!?) that she should have been ignorant of for the next few years! But no. Her Ladybug luck just had to be with her as she opened her mother’s important documents drawer while in search of something significantly less important than what she did find! Her Maman only asked her to find her pearls, but what Marinette found were lies and significant emotional damage.  

That happened weeks ago. She refuses to acknowledge it, so Sabine has no idea that Marinette knows, and honestly? Marinette would like to keep it that way. For as long as possible. Which might not be very long at all with the way this day is shaping up.  

Luka Couffaine, an amazing boy who Marinette genuinely cares about and trusts as a friend and permanent member of Team Miraculous, has been akumatized into Truth (AGAIN! Can Hawkmoth be original? For once?) because she refuses to admit to being stressed and yes she was fine, Luka. There is no need to be worried. Now, he is gunning to expose her secrets. Starting with her classmates who are with them on the Liberty.  

“What is Marinette’s biggest secret?” Truth demands, enforced by the magic eye-thing strapped to his back. Hawkmoth’s really pushing it with these Akuma designs lately. Like, the black with the blue assented suit is nice and the glowing three eyes are a cool touch. What Marinette draws the line at is the frEAKING HUGE HUMAN EYE THAT IS HANGING JUST BEHIND HIS HEAD. Safe to say, she is not impressed.  

“Marinette has a crush on Adrien!” Each student yelled when hit by a beam of white-colored light. Right, the Akuma is trying to find her secrets and should be taken down without getting hit. She can do that. Also, this is exactly why she will not be sharing Ladybug's identity with you, Alya. Just because you are part of the Underground does not mean you are privy to all of the secrets. 

“Everybody knows that! That’s not a secret!” Wow. Like... ow. Truth is just being mean at this point. Marinette can keep a secret! She has been Ladybug, Multimouse, and the Guardian for years with nobody finding out her civilian identity unless given permission. ALSO! She can confidently say that she has gotten over her crush on Adrien Agreste. Was it hard? Yes. Will Marinette always have a soft spot for the boy who was also her partner in cri- heroism? Absolutely. Did she realistically have time between being Ladybug, running the Underground as Multimouse, going to school, completing commissions as MDC, and helping her parents in the pâtisserie for a crush? No, she did not. The stress of doing so was actually the main motivator to let the crush go (unknowingly advised by said crush before the reveal).  

Though it is a bit freeing to know that she now blushes, not from the reveal of her once crush on Adrien, but because everyone still believes she hasn't worked past it. Which... wow, that really says something. Something that Marinette will put on her "deal with later" list. 

Oh no, Truth is looking at her. He must have heard her sigh. Fuck 

“Ladybug, tell me your biggest secret!” he demands. If she was just a bit faster in hitting the deck, she wouldn’t have been hit on her right foot. was touched by the compelling laser. Double Fuck.  

The distinct purple moth mask appears over the face of Truth. Hawkmoth was watching, the psychotic bastard. Marinette has run out of fucks to give. Three is too many.  

“M’lady!” yells her partner, Chat Noir. He must have seen her get hit because he began to run at her, unbuckling his belt. Thank all that is good, for she had the same thought as Chat to use the belt as a gage. The problem with that idea is that it is assuming that he can get it to her before she spills any secrets. You know what they say, assume makes an ass out of u-and me.  

Marinette could tell from the sudden tension on the boat that everyone on that boat, Hawkmoth, and the thousands of people watching on the live stream Alya's blog was hosting were waiting for the admission of her civilian identity. It was what made Chat Noir run faster. What made the students (and Hawkmoth) hold their breath. It was not, however, what was causing Marinette to go through three panic attacks at the same time. No, that went to the knowledge that written on her birth certificate, in the space that was for the name of the birth father, was Bruce FREAKING Wayne. Also, the adoption papers claim her as Tom Dupain’s daughter.  

Her birth father wasn't the man who raised her! The man that she has grown up loving and hugging and bonding over video games with wasn’t her blood. The man who was her blood didn’t want her. And she knows this because she found no divorce or marriage certificates between her mother and Bruce Wayne: meaning he got her mother pregnant in a one-night stand or broke up with her as soon as he found out she was pregnant!  

Then he went and adopted Richard Greyson only a few months after she was born, making her self-confidence dive off the Eiffel Tower! The emotional weight just got heavier as she researched, and Instagram/Twitter stocked her would-be-siblings in the weeks since she found out. They looked so happy and comfortable! Happiness she could have been a part of if she had reached some type of criteria her father had that the others did. Marinette is sure that she would get along super well with them, yet she couldn't be claimed as their sister when Bruce had so easily thrown her away. 

Under no circumstances can she say all that as Ladybug, though. It could lead anyone curious enough to look to find out her identity. Good thing she knew Bruce Wayne was Batman. A startling realization at the time, but ultimately made sense. Didn’t make the feeling of inadequacy any better. Against her will, she opens her mouth and just barely finds the mental strength to switch the names Bruce Wayne and Batman before speaking.  

“My father isn’t my father! My bio dad is Batman, and he abandoned me, and my mother doesn’t know that I know now... FUCK.”  

Silence. Pure silence. Able-to-hear-a-pin-drop silence.  

“...what?” The silence is broken. Chat stands stunned staring incredulously at Ladybug like everyone else on the boat, but with the added layer of actually knowing her civilian identity. If Marinette could see Hawkmoth right then, she would have seen the same state of shock as her classmates. The would-have-been-helpful belt lays limp in Chat’s hand as they all try to reboot their brains. Truth rebooted faster than the others.  

“Why did he abandon you?” Ladybug, mentally screaming, couldn't move before the laser hit.  

“The hell if I know, he left as soon as he found out my mom was pregnant!” An assumption on her part, but pitying and sympathetic looks come from her classmates anyway. Chat is still stunned. The chat on the live stream Marinette had forgotten about stops for a second before rapidly whizzing by with many expletives and shocked face emojis. This will hopefully be a moment to laugh at in a few days... oh Kwami, please. 

“Do you resent him for it?” Ladybug tried to dodge, but her section of the boat was small and open. She got hit.  

“Yeah, a little. He abandons me and my mom and then a few months after I was born, the first Robin comes into the picture. So, it kind of hurts.” At this point, the students are too invested to move, and it is safe to assume that Chat will not be of any help during this fight as he is too far gone.  

“Are you jealous of the first robin?” Ladybug has no choice but to charge head-on and take the laser.  

“I don’t think so. I’m more hurt by the fact that he continued to adopt more kids, but never came back for me. And STOP ASKING INVASIVE QUESTIONS!” He engages her in hand-to-hand combat that has her performing awe-inspiring acrobatics to get around the eye. She lands a solid punch to his liver that has him doubling over just as the next question is asked.  

“Would you want a relationship with your siblings?”  

“I have always wanted siblings, but I don’t know if I can even call them that since Batman didn’t choose me but chooSE THE OTHERS!” Her last words were yelled in exertion as she judo-flips Truth over her shoulder with impressive agility and core strength. She is quick to snatch the akumatized necklace and break it. Purifying the Akuma and Amok, Marinette looks to the sky and heaves a long-suffering sigh. “Holy FUCK Batman. Thank you for giving me the next topic of my therapy sessions.”  

The French Government issued a blackout of all things Akuma-related at the beginning of this whole fiasco to keep from attracting the Justice League and their million-dollar guarantee solutions. It did not, however, withstand France's 64.6 million citizens working towards the same goal.  

They loved Ladybug. Like they loved her. She is the hero that created the team they can always depend on to save the day anywhere in France! Much more than the Justice League who had ignored her repeated calls that were sent outside of France and the blackout (It was a busy week for reporters when their beloved heroin had gone public with the ignored request for help. Fuck you Green Lantern).  

They loved her so much that to not only find out that Ladybug is the daughter of the American vigilante, detective extraordinaire, Batman, but that he also abandoned her, their displeasure will not go unheard. Every one of the thousands of people tuned into the Ladyblog’s live stream had saved it, cut it to manageable bits, and then sent it to everyone they knew on every internet platform they were on. 26 hours later, the rest of the world was calling for an explanation for the viral video that kept changing titles to not get deleted.  

The French government had no choice but to lift the blackout.   

As a result, the Ladyblog skyrocketed in viewership and recognition for its consistency in recording the Akuma fights (much to Alya’s delight and her friend's bemusement). Many viewers would just watch the saved live stream. More would watch the rest of the videos. News articles are read, websites visited, and people watched the Duo of Paris and, later, their Miracle Team take down villain after villain, day after day, battle after gruesome battle. With the Parisian public singing their praises, it wasn’t long before the rest of the world adored the Parisian Heros just as much as the locals - if not more so.  

All that the world was waiting for at this point was the inevitable reunion of the "Batfamily" and the Justice League's response to the Heroes of Paris. 

#maribat #bio dad bruce wayne #bruce wayne #batman #hawkmoth #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #batfam #light angst #ish #maribat fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

[merakiui]

MORE EPEL CRUMBS OMFG THANK YOU

Heh having “experimental sex with childhood friend” best trope every fr >\\\\\\<

It really is such a good trope, especially when you have a bond that runs as deep and sweet and goes all the way back to childhood. It's easier to convince you because the both of you are very close friends and he'll be so responsible, and aren't you just soooo curious to experiment a little? :) wouldn't it be better if your first time was with someone you know and trust (like a friend)? Wouldn't it be safer and more comfortable that way? :)

OMG APPLYING IT TO AZUL (AND THE TWINS)....... being childhood friends with them and having experimental sex in your new human forms (and not realizing the risks of pregnancy if you're female hehe >:D because they know they can't give you eggs in these forms, so it should be safe...or so they all think until weeks later when you're becoming nauseous and fatigued).

Or with Riddle!!!! He dreads dating because he knows that his mother will want to know every little thing about his partner so that she can determine whether or not they're good enough for her son (and even if they do pass her unspoken tests Riddle's not sure how long they'd be willing to stay). So it's much easier to meet up with you in secret when he returns home for breaks. The two of you have always been close. Even after you were forbidden from stepping foot on the Rosehearts's property because his mother disapproved of you, that hasn't stopped you from being his friend (and Riddle is eternally grateful for that). He loves you so, so much, but he's too nervous to confess!!! So when he tells his mother he's going to the library to pick up some books or that he'll be spending his time outside doing something academic, he's actually just going to spend his time with you to catch up, get milkshakes, walk around town, visit your favorite haunts. Time that may or may not involve making out with you and potentially going all the way because if Riddle's going to do something so intimate with anyone it's going to be with his beloved childhood friend! <3

Or with Rollo... orz you most definitely live rent-free in his mind, especially when he's away at Noble Bell, and you're one of the few people he actually smiles for and is considerably happier around. Rollo is very much a virgin, so experimental sex with him is lots of fun. He's so easily flustered as he tries to get his bearings and not cum the minute the tip's in hehe.

Or with Neige!!!! The childhood friend trope works so well for the fairytale romance he wants to have with you. There's no one else he'd rather lose his virginity with than you, so don't worry about the consequences! If you're nervous about going all the way, that's okay! He'll just rub himself against you from behind and if it happens to slip in that's also okay! It's just a happy accident. <3

Omg or Trey!!!!!! OTL he promises to take such good care of you. It's such a slow day at Pâtisserie Clover, so he has lots of time to kill. :) the two of you can experiment in the backroom during the quiet lull. Trey is good with his hands, his mouth, his everything aaaa!!! orz and so smooth about it, too. You can't help but trust everything he says and feel comforted because he's your dear childhood friend. It's completely safe to do this sort of thing with him!

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw

[devouring-hive]

(@fluffyuri continued from here)

"What I wouldn't give for that to be true. At least then I could just sell them at the bakery and make some money off of it." Natsuki, in the years since graduation, has found it in her to establish and run a bakery- By the by!

Pâtisserie du Chat, or 'The Cat's Bakery' as it's called, got pretty popular pretty quickly for all of Natsuki's effort she puts into it. If she can't sell these, either there's something really wrong with them- Or she's telling the truth.

"Anyway it's not really your feedback I need, though if you wanna give it I'll write that down too I guess, but like- All I really need is your stomach, 'cuz there's no way I eat all this and peel back all the progress I made this week doing so."

"You'll help me, right? Yuri? Pleeeaaase?~"

#[ic] #[asks] #[aubrey] #enough asks for now #something more traditional~

[mrs-hatake]

Serendipity

pairing: nanami x si!ofc (can be read as y/n)

genre: fluff, feelings realization, nanami centric.

word count: 2029.

summary: It’s when Nanami Kento is having breakfast at his favorite bakery when he decides to quit being a sorcerer for the second time.

a/n: i refuse to accept what happened to him &lt;3

happy readings! p.s, not proof read!

Nanami Kento is a ritualistic man. 

From the moment Kento was at the age where his cognitive machine started operating, his dear old grandmother had drilled into that tiny brain of his the importance of having a routine life. And baby Kento was a child who absolutely adored his grandmother who gave the warmest hugs, slipped some money into his pudgy little hands whenever she visited, and constantly praised Kento for his achievements, big or small. So, naturally, his brain absorbed her moto, Routines Are A Way of Life, like a sponge would to water. 

His grandmother taught him that one must sleep at exactly eight o’clock sharp and awake from their slumber at five in the morning. 

Predictably, it was quite a challenge for Kento was barely six years old at the time. However, because loved his grandmother and always wanted to prove his worth to her, he worked day and night, weeks and months, until he developed his own routine that he followed to a T.

Those routines followed him through the years.

Currently, like clockwork, Nanami Kento’s eyes prey open when the digital clock on the bedside table blinks five o’clock sharp in neon green. Not a minute late and not a minute early. 

His morning rituals consist of Kento performing his morning stretches that last fifteen minutes. Afterwards, he hops into the shower, welcoming the bitter cold droplets that trample on his smooth skin. When that’s all done, he dresses, then styles his hair into his preferred style that he had perfect immediately after dropping out from Tokyo Metropolitan and switching to a civilian high school.

Despite Nanami Kento religiously following his routine, there are days where he breaks them.

Humans are flawed creatures and Kento is not to be excused from such a fact. 

Usually, Kento would prepare his own breakfast and lunch at home before work. Thanks to the fact that he wakes up quite early, he has all the time to prepare elaborate and delicious meals and still attend work with twenty minutes to spare.

However, there’s an unknown power that has made its presence from time to time — like the one that convinced him to grow out his hair to resemble those rock singers he fancied in his youth — telling him that today is a perfect day to eat his breakfast at his favorite bakery and purchase something for lunch to eat at the school.

That voice in his head that beat him into submission to stray from his routine is right.

The weather is just right in Kento’s humble opinion.

The sun is hiding behind thick, white, fluffy clouds. Shyly peeking when she’s in the mood. There’s a slight breeze that caresses Kento’s sharp cheekbone not dissimilarly to how his ex-girlfriend from his corporate days had done.

It’s the type of weather that has Kento donning on his favorite beige turtleneck sweater with dark brown dress pants, showing off his model worthy physique. 

Walking down the streets, Kento is surrounded by calmness at the lack of people around him. Maybe a group here, some businessmen that he isn’t jealous of there, but overall, it’s a bit deserted.

His favorite bakery is a quaint little establishment that barely houses three two person tables yet somehow has enough room for the innumerable plants scattered about. It’s tight, drowning its customers in claustrophobia but they sell the best pâtisseries ever. 

The bell lets off a small chime when Kento pushes the yellow door open. His nose is immediately invaded by the mouth watering scent of vanilla and cinnamon. He can see the back of the head of the owner, who is also the baker, scurrying about behind the counter as takes a seat closest to the window separating him from the baking station. 

“Good morning!”

Jenna is an Arab woman who moved to Japan about five years ago after graduating from a culinary school in France. Her love of baking mixed with the Japanese loving anything French related allowed her to open her own bakery and thrive in the country. Despite not being famous like other establishments, La Petite Boulangerie welcomes enough customers to keep afloat. 

And, honestly, Kento doesn't want more people to discover this hidden gem. The one thing he despises other than working over time is crowded places. 

Kento watches her 5 '1 frame move about, her dark hair cut into an adorable French bob swaying about with the movements, until she is standing in front of the register, smiling at her first dine in customer of the day.

“The usual?” Her teeth aren’t white but they aren’t yellow. They are a balance of both, and would've been white if they hadn’t been stained by the coffee she consumes. 

“No.” Kento shakes his head, that unknown power making its presence once more. “I’ll have the day’s special.”

The day’s special is something decided by Jenna’s mood for the day. Sometimes, she’ll bake the most refreshing mango mousse to grace your tongue. Other times, when she is daring enough to venture out of French desserts, she’ll bake you the best apple pies you’ve ever had in your life, making you crawl back for more.

“You’re in luck! I was just about to make a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls.”

Somewhere along his frequent visits throughout the years, Kento had somehow managed to develop a tiny crush on Jenna that grew larger by each visit until it threatened to burst through his chest. His heart skipping three beats as if he is some high school girl is a sufficient form of evidence. That’s why he is returning Jenna’s smile, albeit much smaller. 

“I’d like that very much.” Comes Kento’s light voice, matching the ambiance of the bakery. 

“You got it!”

What makes La Petite Boulangerie stand out from other local bakeries isn’t just the affordable prices, but the way Jenna pours her heart and soul into her food. Her passion burns hotter than the stove she uses for her masterpieces.

Caught in a spell, Kento’s eyes follow Jenna’s movements as she begins the first step of making a perfectly, mouth watering cinnamon roll.

The silence that accompanies them doesn't bother the two occupants as Jenna mixes her dry ingredients. Rather, it is something they both enjoy. Jenna, to help her concentrate on her work. Kento, to have a peace of mind. 

It doesn’t take too long for the modest room to start smelling of yeast, its aroma making Kento inhale deeply, eyes closing shut, as his mind drifts away. He starts to imagine what life would be like if he is welcomed by such a heavenly fragrance every day. 

Kento can smell lemon zest when he returns home from a grueling day of exorcising curses to find a freshly baked lemon cake resting on his expensive marble kitchen island, waiting for him like a lover patiently waiting to be devoured. 

Or how he is embraced by the warmth of brioche every winter morning. Clinging onto him, prevent him from stepping out the door to make his way to work. 

But that unknown power is greedy. It tells him that those things aren’t enough. Instructs Kento to dream bigger and he quickly conjures up an image of Jenna baking those desserts he loves so much.

Jenna waiting for him on their bed when he returns from work with half-lidded eyes, begging to be devoured.

Of Jenna being the one clinging onto him every morning, playfully pulling him back into bed for another round, or five. 

Perhaps it is the vivaciousness of his imaginations or the comforting smell of cinnamon that has Kento blinking back to reality.

Brown irises roll to the left to where Jenna is pulling out the tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. 

His eyes are unseeing as she drizzles the icing, humming a soft melody he doesn’t recognize. 

The unknown force is cruel, subjecting Kento to such fantasies he is more than well aware of the impossibility of achieving such a dream. 

Nanami Kento is a sorcerer.

An occupation that doesn't just pose a threat to his own life but also the lives of others. And Kento would be damned if he were to bring Jenna into his dangerous life only to helplessly watch as curses, the kind he is too weak to eliminate, take the love of his life away from him. 

His round shades hide his widened as he looks into Jenna’s smiling eyes as she serves his breakfast, along with his favorite drink, black coffee.

Should Jenna remove his glasses, she would see the fear trembling behind them.

A fear of not only losing Jenna, but also knowing that there will be a day where Nanami Kento will never see Jenna ever again. Will never set foot into La Petite Boulangerie. Nor will he have the opportunity to watch her as she bakes, undying love adoring her face.

That shocking discovery that has Kento’s hands trembling at the dismay, has him blurt out, “I need to make a phone call.” 

When Gojo Satoru had heard of Kento’s second retirement, he rolled his eyes to the back of his skull and scoffed heavily. 

The first time Kento had done it, Satoru understood.  

Haibara had died.

Suguru, although barely being friends with the blond, had defected. 

And with Shoko carelessly chasing after her medical degree, Satoru knew why Kento had turned his back on them. 

Were he not the strongest, a slave to his emotions, Gojo Satoru would’ve done the same thing.

The life they live is just too demanding. 

But Gojo Satoru is the strongest and the only one honored between heaven and earth. 

Yet for Nanami Kento to resign once more, a month after Suguru’s death no less, Satoru isn’t as forgiving.

Satoru, in all of his glory, went to Kento’s apartment to drag him back into their world, kicking and screaming.

Imagine the shock, however, when he discovered that Kento had moved out from his apartment and had changed his phone number. Something Satoru learned when he tried to call his kohai. 

Ever the persistent man, Gojo Satoru searched high and low for Kento. A year later, he found the blond down south. Somewhere close but also secluded enough to not pay attention to. 

“Nanami.” Satoru greets. Both voice and expression are void of any emotion.

Kento doesn’t react negatively; his eyes don’t widen like they do in the many anime that Satoru still watches. He doesn’t swear under his breath at being found. Simply, Kento walks past him as if Satoru doesn't exist. 

“You need to come back.”

Not a single reaction from Kento. Not even the usual sigh of annoyance.

But Satoru won’t back down without a fight.

“We’re in a critical situation.” Satoru starts, voice ever so serious. Despite its rarity, Kento doesn’t stop.

“We’re needed at Shibuya and-”

Finally, Kento says, “You’re needed at Shibuya.”

Satoru greets his teeth. “You’re being stubborn!”

This time, Kento stops walking to turn to face Satoru. 

“Forgive me for valuing my life for once.”

“Don’t do this to me, not you.”

The word too is left unsaid. 

Gojo Satoru is a terribly lonely person who attaches himself to anyone he deems worthy. An open secret that everyone acknowledges except the honored one.

“I’m happy now.” 

What feels like an eternity is actually a few seconds when those words left Kento’s lips. Though, it’s the softness around his eyes, accentuating the tiny wrinkles, that forces Satoru to take a sharp breath.

“I don’t want to lose that happiness. Not anymore.” He thinks of Jenna, the woman who taught him how to laugh freely. The one who showed him the true beauty of being alive. The woman he wants to start a family and grow old with.

“And if that makes me selfish,” What happens next has Satoru’s jaw dropping. Kento’s eyes turn into tiny crescents as a bright smile, rivaling the effervescent glow of the moon as a smile appears on Kento’s handsome face, making him appear youthful, “Then I’m one selfish bastard.

#nanami fanfic #nanami x oc #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader

[pendraegon]

i wanted a pastry so so so bad bc i miss the ones back home so i went to the best rated bakery/pâtisserie here to #splurge after a hard week and the pastries...are bad... -_-

#this is so...................................

[moonshotsx]

Hi bestie!!! I feel like I’m speaking for everyone when I say we NEED more of the sb AU ���� would you wanna tell us about the first date/meeting they’d have where they officially proposition Kam to be their sugar baby? Who does more of the talking? How many courses does it take before Kam explodes from dame’s intensity? The people need to know 😌💕

hi bestie!! sure thing, here's a little prompt just for you 🥰😌

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Kam was slowly realizing what he had gotten himself into as he sat at a table of one of the most exclusive restaurants in all of Paris.

He didn't expect much from the hookup with the two women from a week prior, but when he had been offered the opportunity to see them again, he couldn't possibly refuse it.

He sat opposite Paloma and Dame as the redhead ordered everyone's food.

He felt severely underdressed with his simple shirt and jeans, especially compared to what the other two were wearing.

Paloma was wearing a burgundy satin blouse, almost strategically unbuttoned to the point where a red lace bra peeped through. He had taken a peek at her legs when he was being escorted to the private balcony table, his eyes briefly landing on her pencil skirt and heels.

Dame, on the other hand, seemed to still be wearing what Kam assumed was her work attire, a black matching pantsuit.

She looked even more intimidating than Kam remembered her being.

"You were saying you work at a restaurant, chéri?" Paloma's sultry voice got a hold of Kam's attention.

"Uh, yeah," he blushed at the sudden attention, "I have a morning shift at a pâtisserie, helping out a friend there, and a night one at a restaurant, both in Le Marais area".

"Le Marais? Quite a lovely area, didn't you just cook up a distributing deal there?" Paloma asked, turning her attention to Dame as the latter waited for her glass to be filled by the sommelier.

"That's correct," it was the first time Dame had spoken ever since he had arrived. Her voice sounded even better than he remembered.

"I hope you don't mind I ordered for you too, chéri, force of habit since I always do it for Dame, she isn't one to talk much," she gave him a small wink, prompting the slightest scoff from the brunette.

Kam reassured it was fine by him, he wasn't sure he would have brought himself to order anything after glancing over the prices.

He managed to keep a steady conversation going with Paloma, with the occasional comment added in by Dame as they waited for their food.

There was something about the brunette that intimidated and turned him on at the same time, more than he would like to admit.

"What do you do, Paloma? You mentioned having lots of important clients, but that doesn't help to narrow it down".

"Me? I work as a lawyer, I mostly take civil cases, though, running my own firm is work enough," she answered as she took the first bite of her lunch, effortlessly twirling the spaghetti around her fork.

It took a moment for it to hit Kam, finally realizing why the redhead had a familiar aura about her.

"Wait! You're Nicky Doll's lawyer! The one that helped her win her case against her ex-husband a few years ago! I remember it being all over the news when it first happened!"

Paloma gave him a warm smile, "Aren't you a smart little cookie?" she praised him, a tingle running down Kam's back as he heard her, "You'd be correct. Nicky is a longtime friend of mine and it was a pleasure to help her".

She leaned back on her chair before continuing, "Now that you reminded me, I should absolutely invite her over for brunch next time she's in town. I bet her daughter is so grown up by now".

While Paloma was distracted by her thoughts, Kam took the opportunity to build up the courage to speak to Dame directly.

The brunette was intent on cutting her medium-rare steak, taking her time with each bite.

"And, uh, what do you do? Paloma mentioned distributing deals..."

"Martin & co. Cellar," she simply replied as she took another bite.

"Oh, you work for them?" Kam was familiar with the wine company. The restaurant he worked at offered a small selection of their wines and they all ran on the pricier side.

"Actually, I own the company".

Kam almost choked on his lunch, not expecting that reply. Dame was rich, and he was probably making a fool of himself for not knowing who she was.

He tried to apologize but was stopped by a slight gesture from the brunette. He swore he saw her smile.

"It's alright, it's... nice to not be known by someone before we meet for once," she said, her light blue eyes keeping the eye contact with Kam's brown ones.

Paloma came to his rescue, turning the conversation on a different topic that was sure to capture the blond's interest.

"Now that we got the basics out of the way, I'm guessing you're curious to know why we wanted to meet up with you again after our little... fun night," she started, leaning in to refill Kam's glass of champagne.

"You see, chéri, Dame and I are always looking for ways to... you could say, enrich our time and that's where you'd come in".

"Why me?"

"Call it a connection, but when we saw you at the club last week, both of us just felt like we had to know you more," she rested her chin on her hand, "Of course, if you want us to".

Kam's eyes darted from Paloma to Dame, shy from the attention, "How exactly would you like to know me more?"

"I'll admit that the moment I saw you, all I wanted to do was spoil you," Paloma smiled, her red lips showing off a genuine smile, "I brought up the idea to Dame, and she agreed she also would like to do so too. Truth be told, she scheduled this little meeting today".

"What would I have to do in exchange for that?"

"Nothing you aren't comfortable with, of course, anything money can buy is yours as long as you ask one of us for," she explained as she was interrupted by a phone ringing.

Dame quickly answered the call in English - probably the hottest Kam's heard her sound - before she excused herself to the other side of the balcony.

"We've already had our fun last week, chéri, and you can experience it as many times as you'd like. Or maybe just spend some time with us if you accept our offer. It's your call and we'll respect your decision," she finished her pitch, her hand slowly caressing Kam's.

"I... I have to think about it," he admitted, slightly biting his lower lip. He didn't want to sound ungrateful for the opportunity, but he also couldn't jump into something just because Paloma and Dama were the two hottest women he had ever met.

"You don't have to answer us now, you have our numbers. One call or text when you have your decision will be enough".

Kam nodded appreciatively, just as Dame walked back to their table with a sigh.

"I have to go, they need me at the office, sorry," she said to Paloma, leaning over to kiss the redhead on the lips as the latter cupped her cheek with one hand, "I apologize to you too, Kam, I'll leave you to Paloma, I'm sure she'll be able to keep you company".

She straightened herself, walking up to Kam as she rested her hand on one of his shoulders, gently squeezing it.

"You'll have to make up for it tonight, chou," Paloma told her before Dame took her stuff and walked away.

There was a moment of silence before Paloma broke the silence once again, "She means well".

"What?"

"Dame, I could see it all over your face that you were scared to make a poor impression on her. She looks intimidating, but once you get to know her, she's one of the kindest people you'll ever meet. Also, she likes you already, no need to worry".

"I didn't mean to-".

Paloma smiled, "I know, just putting it out there," she reached for the bottle once again, pouring herself another glass, "Champagne?"

Kam started for a moment on the newly empty chair before he reached for his glass, "I'd love some".

-

Another few days had gone by before Kam felt ready to give Paloma an answer.

The redhead ended up driving him home after their lunch, worrying he had drank a bit too much to be walking back to his apartment alone.

He felt like he couldn't pass onto the opportunity they had given him.

He settled on giving Paloma a call during his evening off from work.

"This is Paloma Bardin speaking," the older woman's voice made him sit up.

"Hi, yeah, this is Kam?"

"Oh my, hello there, chéri, I've been waiting for your call".

"You have?"

"Why, of course, I have. I'm guessing you have an answer for us?"

He nodded, even if she couldn't see him, "I had the day off today so I had a lot of time to think about it and... I accept your offer".

"Exquisite, I knew you would make the right choice, chéri," he could feel her smile over the phone, "Are you home right now?"

"Yeah, why?"

His phone went quiet for the next ten minutes. Then his doorbell rang.

He went up to open his door, finding Paloma on the other side. She towered over him with her heels, her body wrapped in a heavy coat left open to reveal an outfit similar to the one he had seen her in at the restaurant.

"Would you like to have a taste of your newfound lifestyle?"

All Kam could do was nod before Paloma closed up the space between them, her lips on his as she closed the door behind her.

#fic prompt #sb kam au #kam x paloma x dame

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 5.3

Happy Friday fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever day it is for you! I'm on a roll with the updates apparently. If you missed the last mini-chapter and need to catch up, you can find that here, or you can go back to the very beginning here. The remaining Eternals have officially joined the friend group, so group scenes are about to get even more chaotic! So, without further ado, here's the next installment of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

It was only right that the rest of the competitors be invited to dinner. Sadly, Sprite’s mom thought it better for her to get an early night, and Phastos was too tired to stay up with them, even if the days were getting slightly shorter. But Gilgamesh was more than willing to join, having heard about their weekly soirées.

“Frankly, I was a little offended I wasn’t invited sooner,” he joked with them that evening.

It is a very exclusive group, Makkari responded with mock seriousness.

“Yes, so exclusive that we let everyone in,” Sersi added with a smile.

“Well, as many as we could fit in one room,” Ajak interjected. Despite the extra invitations, Druig really wasn’t sure how they would’ve fit any more attendees short of having them eat on the bed. Ajak didn’t seem like she would appreciate that. “But you could’ve just asked. That’s what I did!”

“Really? I thought it was like a secret club. Members only,” Gil said, which drew a few chuckles.

“To be fair, I thought the same thing at first,” Sersi conceded. “I only joined after Druig invited me.”

“Is that how it happened?” Dane asked, his demeanor polite but an ever so slight uneasiness in his face. Druig almost thought he imagined it until he saw Makkari looking between him and Dane curiously.

“Yeah, I told you about it, remember?” Sersi continued. “When I asked for his macaron recipe. He gave me the copy at dinner, which is how I got in.”

“Oh, right,” he replied. While Sersi seemed oblivious to it, Druig could still feel something slightly off in Dane’s usually cheerful personality. Before he could dwell on it, Makkari quickly signed, Speaking of recipes, how did you come up with that yuzu and matcha éclair recipe, Gilgamesh?

“I was wondering about that, too!” Ajak joined in. “I’ve never had those together.”

“They looked incredible, like straight of a pâtisserie,” Druig added.

Gilgamesh was more than happy to talk about his éclairs. As he interpreted for her, Druig could tell that Makkari wasn’t really listening to Gil’s story, her eyes drifting back to Dane and Sersi. Guess he’d have to ask her about this abrupt change in topic later, he thought, as Gil finished his story.

“That’s amazing, Gil! You really should open your own bakery when this is all over,” Ajak said, a subtle smile tugging at her lips. “People would come from all over!”

“That’s kind of you to say,” he replied, suddenly bashful.

“She’s completely right, though,” Sersi interjected. “Those éclairs would definitely go viral on Instagram.”

Sersi’s an expert at Instagram, I’d believe her if I were you! Makkari added.

“Well, if she’s the expert, I guess I have to listen,” Gil joked good naturedly. “Can’t do anything yet, though. I’ve got to win this competition first!”

This provoked some surprised sputters from the table.

“Woah, those are fighting words!” Druig admonished, trying and failing to hold back his grin.

“Hey, I am playing to win,” Gil continued. “I thought I’d have this week’s Star Baker in the bag until I saw your éclairs.”

“Mine were alright, but I don’t know if they were Star Baker level,” Druig tried to brush off. He narrowly avoided the piece of bread Makkari threw at him.

“Hey, no throwing food!” Ajak scolded, but Makkari wasn’t listening.

I beg to differ! Those éclairs were a triumph! she said, making each of her movements very sharp and deliberate. And thanks for bringing them up again, now I’ll be craving them.

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly.

“Now I really wish I’d gotten to try them,” Sersi said with a sigh.

“Don’t forget you got second in the technical,” Ajak chimed in. “Gil’s right. I think this might be your week, Druig!”

Druig swore up and down that it was a fluke (custard tarts were another one of his specialties), but the rest of the group was not having it. So, he held his hands up in surrender as they continued to heap praise on him, along with a few good-natured jabs. In truth, he had been more worried about just staying in the competition, not necessarily winning. Up until now, getting Star Baker had been the last thing on his mind. But after the day he’d just had, he was wondering if it really could be in reach.

-

As they were leaving Ajak’s room for the night, Druig hung back and tapped Makkari’s shoulder. Can I walk you back to your room? he asked, and she gave a small nod. As they let the others get further away, he turned to her to ask, So, was Dane acting weird earlier?

Makkari’s eyebrows shot up at the memory, and she replied, Uh, if you consider being jealous the same as being weird, then yes!

Druig felt his eyebrows furrowing as he simply signed, Jealous?

At this, Makkari gave him a pointed look. When his expression remained confused, she halted in her tracks, grabbing his sleeve so he’d stop too. You really don’t know what I’m talking about?

No, he confirmed. Jealous of what?

Her palm went straight to her forehead, after which she vehemently signed, Of you, stupid!

Druig’s mind took another second to put the pieces together, his eyes going wide once he finally realized. He thinks… me and Sersi? was all he could get out.

At this, Makkari doubled over laughing. It went on for a good minute as Druig tried to wrap his head around this new information. When Makkari finally recovered somewhat, still wiping tears from her eyes from laughing so hard, he asked, Why would he even think that?

You really don’t know that either? she signed incredulously. She was fighting off another laugh attack, but she calmed herself long enough to say, Well, when a man learns the woman he likes was asked out by another man—

It was a group dinner! Druig interrupted.

Yes, but Sersi said you invited her, not the group, she continued. And while Dane may have been oblivious to Ikaris, he’s watched you, me, and the others get closer to Sersi over the past few weeks. It’s not that big of a leap for him to think he may have competition.

From me? Druig asked, still in disbelief.

Well, you are the other young, handsome single guy at dinner, she signed matter-of-factly. I’m sure he would’ve had the same reaction to any other single person in your position.

Druig nodded thoughtfully as he mulled over this explanation. Then, in an instant, the realization of what she’d said hit him. You think I’m handsome?

Makkari’s eyes widened, as if just realizing what she’d said herself. As she averted her gaze and thought about how to answer him, Druig thought he noticed her beginning to blush. He’d really caught her off guard.

Well, yes, she finally answered, her eyes finding his again. He was beginning to smirk when she surprised him again by punching him in the arm. Don’t let it go to your head. You won’t win Star Baker tomorrow if you’re too busy thinking how handsome you are.

Yes, milady, he replied, unable to stop himself from chuckling even if his arm did hurt. They’d already arrived at her door, so they said goodnight and she slipped inside. Druig was grinning all the way back to his own room.

-

Fun fact: The Eternals writers considered making the love triangle between Sersi, Ikaris, and Druig but decided not to. Anyway, let me know what you think!

Part 17

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #druig and sersi sibling dynamic ftw #makkari has a zero tolerance for putting druig down policy

[rabbitcruiser]

Caesars Palace, NV (No. 6)

The casino houses multiple restaurants. Gordon Ramsay Pub & Grill is an English pub, a type of restaurant Ramsay felt was "missing on the strip". The Nobu Restaurant is an Asian restaurant. The Old Homestead Steakhouse is the first west-coast location of a New York restaurant chain. Rao's opened in 2006, the second branch of the restaurant after New York City to open. Chef Brian Malarkey opened Searsucker Las Vegas – the fourth branch of the restaurant after San Diego, Del Mar, California, and Austin, Texas – in March 2015. The 7,500 square feet (700 m2) dining area has a "retro Americana" theme, with "cowboy culture" motifs reflected throughout the furnishings and paintings designed by Thomas Schoos. Sign billing Gordon Ramsay Hell's Kitchen at Caesars Palace, 2021.

Beijing Noodle No. 9 is a Chinese restaurant with an overhead metal-cut white screen and large aquariums filled with goldfish are all backlit by LED bulbs. Serendipity 3 was a 1950s style diner, featuring burgers, fries and ice cream delicacies. The ice cream parlor themed restaurant, which was a branch of the New York City Serendipity 3 establishment, opened in 2009. In addition to seating in the dining area and counter seating, there was a patio with views of the Strip and the Caesars Palace fountains. It closed on January 2, 2017. Hell's Kitchen opened in its place in January 2018, and was originally planned to be used as the studio for the filming of the American television show Hell's Kitchen for Seasons 19 and 20, but with full bookings of customers to serve and a lack of cameras (and no dormitories for the contestants), shooting was instead moved to the Caesars Entertainment Studios property near the Las Vegas Strip. The major restaurant of the Augustus Tower is the Guy Savoy, namesake of the three-star Michelin chef. When Savoy was approached to open a second restaurant in Vegas, he initially said no, until Caesars told him they wanted him to recreate what he had done in Paris. His request was that to maintain quality, the restaurant must be limited to service five days a week, to which the management agreed. The restaurant opened in 2006 and in 2008, Savoy brought his executive chef from the Paris restaurant to Vegas. Interior of Payard Pâtisserie & Bistro with chocolate clock in foreground in 2013.

Under the direction of pastry chef and chocolatier François Payard, Payard Pâtisserie & Bistro at Caesars Palace encompasses a pastry shop, chocolate shop, and restaurant serving breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The interior of the 46-seat bistro was designed by the Rockwell Group. In 2008 the bistro installed a 16 feet (4.9 m) high "chocolate clock" that releases three chocolate truffles every quarter-hour.

Source: Wikipedia

#Caesars Palace #3570 South Las Vegas Boulevard #Forum Shops #Paradise #travel #original photography #vacation #tourist attraction #landmark #summer 2022 #USA #cityscape #Nevada #architecture #fountains #exterior #replica #reflection #3600 South Las Vegas Boulevard #Bellagio #Eiffel Tower #Paris Las Vegas #Hell's Kitchen

[theoptimisticdaydreamer]

If I had a quarter for every time I have seen a vertical tart in a pâtisserie…

I would have no quarters which is weird considering it’s the technical challenge during Pâtisserie Week

#gbbo #gbbo 2022 #bake off #admit it Paul and Prue this exists in no freaking pâtisserie #you just thrive on schadenfreude #nobody knows what this looks like #which is NOT A GOOD THING

[expederest]

I've been so busy with work the past few days, I didn't have the time to make a post about pâtisserie week on Bake Off. And now it's the final! We'll know who the winner is within the hour!

And honestly, my own attempt at danish pastries didn't go how I wanted. So maybe it's best left forgotten😅 My first attempt didn't prove properly, came out flat, and a tiny bit burned. And my second attempt didn't laminate properly. They tasted alright, but still... Next time, I suppose!

#gbbo #the great british bake off #gbbo 2023 #great british bake off #patisserie week #they look alright in the pictures. but they are much less impressive in real life #i think the problem with the first ones is that i overestimated how much dough i had. #on the plus side. maybe people will stop telling me to apply to bake off whenever i mention that i like to bake!

[marauderundercover]

Cookies and Family

AO3

Prev

Coming back to live at the Young Justice headquarters full time after a summer away, was definitely bittersweet. Sure, he’d seen his friends for the occasional mission over the summer, but their missions were few and far between. So he’d missed them. But he also already missed Ma and Pa Kent. And, even though he didn’t know he would, he missed Clark. He even kind of missed the strange little girl who’d insisted they were siblings. But she’d only been there for a few weeks, not the whole summer. Walking into the main living area, he nods at Robin.

“Hey Rob. Any new missions?” He asks, flopping onto one of the couches. Robin snorts, shaking his head.

“You’ve been back for like, five minutes, Conner. Take a breath, stay whelmed.” His friend says. Conner huffs, his leg bouncing up and down. School didn’t start for another week, so he was kind of desperate for a mission. Or something. Anything to do, really. As if sensing his silent pleas, his phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, Conner is slightly shocked to see Clark’s name. Sure, they’d gotten along pretty well over the summer, but he’d kind of expected the older man to step back. And to stop talking to him again.

“Hello?” Conner says, answering the call.

“Hey Conner. I just got off the phone with Marinette and she wanted to know your favorite dessert.” Clark says, jumping straight to it. Conner frowns.

“What?” He asks. Clark sighs.

“I’m not sure what she’s planning, but I try to stay out of her way when she’s planning.” He says. Conner frowns.

“Isn’t she like, four?” He asks.

“Five.” Clark corrects. Conner blinks.

“You let a five year old be in control?” He asks. Clark laughs.

“Marinette is not your average five year old, Conner. You’ll understand…eventually.” His mentor says. “So, desserts?” Conner frowns as he tries to think.

“I’m not sure. I haven’t really tried a big variety. Ice cream, Ma’s apple pie, chocolate chip cookies- that’s pretty much it.” He admits. Clark hums.

“I’ll let her know. Again, I have no idea what the kid is planning, but I’ll try and let you know if I can figure it out. I know surprises aren’t everybody’s thing.” Clark says. Conner can’t help the small smile that forms. Clark was trying to be a good mentor. It was…nice.

“That’s uh, that’s okay. As long as it isn’t a surprise that’ll hurt, I think I’m fine with it.” Conner says. Clark laughs.

“Marinette might be a force to reckon with, but she’s not cruel. She would never intentionally hurt anyone. Well, unless they hurt her first. Anyway. I’ll call you later, okay kid?” Clark says. Conner grins.

“Okay.” He agrees. “Later.”

---

The conversation with Clark quickly fell out of Conner’s mind as he got back into the swing of things with his team. Since he’d completely forgotten the conversation (not really forgotten it, just shoved it to the back of his mind. It’s not like it was overly important), he was slightly shocked to see Clark standing in the middle of the kitchen at Young Justice headquarters, a box in his hands.

“What’s that?” Conner asks, taking a tentative step towards his mentor. Clark smiles, and it’s the same smile Conner had seen on his mentor’s face every time the man talked to Marinette.

“It seems your little cousin wanted to try her hand at baking.” He says. Conner frowns.

“Isn’t that a little hard for such a young kid?” He asks. Clark shakes his head.

“Maybe for other kids, but Tom and Sabine own a pâtisserie in Paris.” He reassures him. Conner’s eyes widen slightly. He hadn’t really talked to Tom or Sabine much. Most of his communication with that side of his mentor’s family had been with the little girl who insisted they were siblings. Something Conner still didn’t quite understand. But that was something for future Conner to think about.

“So, what did she make?” He asks, stepping closer. Clark smiles, opening the top of the box. There was a large variety of desserts in the box, and Conner blinked in surprise.

“Tom and Sabine said that it was a tragedy that you hadn’t had any of these before. So they helped Marinette make an assortment of everything they sell at the bakery. And then Marinette came up with two new flavors of macarons,” Clark points at the weird sandwiched cookie things. “Just for you. These are apple pie flavored, and these are chocolate chip. Marinette says they’re great, but I’m not sure if Tom and Sabine will add them to the bakery any time soon.” Clark adds, shaking his head as he laughs.

“She made new flavors for me?” Conner asks, eyes wide. Clark nods.

“Of course she did, kid. She’s been talking about you non-stop.” Clark pauses, a thoughtful look on his face. “I know that you’re still struggling with figuring all of this out, and that’s okay too. Trust me. Just know that when you’re ready, you have people who want you to be in the family.” He says. Conner ignores the sting of tears in his eyes, instead grabbing one of the macarons Marinette had made for him. He wasn’t sure if it was the combination of apple and cinnamon or the feeling of being wanted that made his chest warm.

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[pourprecry]

les beaux jours reviennent et je me sens revivre. J’avais besoin de voir les bourgeons refleurir, et le soleil se faire plus présent.

Tu me manques toujours autant, cette semaine j’ai vu que tu m’avais débloqué, je me demande pourquoi? As-tu repensé à moi? Est-ce la signification qu’on remet les compteurs à zéro et que plus rien ne témoigne de notre relation passée? Je me suis posée 10000 questions dans ma tête, et pour être honnête je m’en pose encore.

Mais, je sens que je m’éloigne, que je revis, je dis pas que c’est facile sans toi, j’ai l’impression qu’après tant d’années avec ta présence je dois tout réapprendre. Alors, je lis, j’écoute des sons, parfois joyeux, d’autres plus tristes, j’écris, je fais de la gym, je me promène, je vais boire des verres avec des amis, je matte des documentaires sur tout, je sors m’acheter des pâtisseries, je téléphone à ma famille, j’achète des tas de nouvelles fringues (même des sous vêtements sexy alors que tu n’es plus là, juste pour moi), je redessine, et je prévois des weeks end à la campagne et au bord de l’océan. Tu vois, j’essaye, j’essaye de vivre avec ton absence. La vie a cette faculté, de nous faire revivre, même si on au fond de nous, on aimerait se blottir dans nos souvenirs pour qu’ils ne s’effacent pas, ne se délient pas et existent ad vitam aeternam.

[ballonleastadiumofficial]

(@wingsofachampion) Hiya! What's the coolest thing about Ballonlea? -Tropius

Hm. My appetite for sweets makes me want to highlight the local pâtisserie... They utilize cream given to them by their multiple happy, on-site Alcremie to create exquisite pastries. I admit, I pay it a visit at least once a week to buy my fill.

Aside from that, the quiet is wonderful. I'm fortunate to live in a place where my dear Hatterene can be content.

#pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon irl #wingsofachampion #tropius #rotomblr #rotumblr

[vavandeveresfan]

Villain Lair problems.

*fancy doorbell chimes*

“Monsieur Agreste?”

“Yes?”

“Good morning.  I’m from Paris BPU.”

“The what?”

“Board of Public Utilities.  We’re in charge of the electricity in Paris.”

“Why on earth are you bothering me?”

“We wouldn’t, sir, except, well, we track where the heaviest usage is on the grid and . . . “

“And?”

“Well, golly, I noticed there was a hell of a lot in this area.  Usage, you know.  So I hunted it down, thinking there had to be some mistake and . . . sir, you have a very nice mansion.”

“It is, yes.  Your point?”

“Do you leave a lot of lights on?”

“What?”

“Not just all day, but ... 24 hours a day?  Seven days a week?  Do you, like, turn on all your lights and never turn them off?”

“Of course not.”

“The thing is, sir,  I’d expect this kind of electrical usage from the Charles de Gaulle airport.”

“Quite obviously this is not an airport.”

“Do you use a lot of sewing machines?  i know you’re a fashion designer -- love your work, sir -- so maybe you’ve got a thousand employees in the basement running sergers and sewing machines for, like, hours and hours for days?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.  The only people who live here are myself, my son, my Personal Assistant, and my bodyguard.  And none of the sewing happens here.”

“Sir, this amount of electrical power could run, basically, Monmartre.”

“Your electrical gauges are obviously flawed.”

“Thing is, we wouldn’t care -- you always pay your utilities ahead of time, thank you -- but we at BPU are trying to reduce our carbon footprint, and we’re doing really well, we’ve got solar fields and lots of windmills.  But just your location, here, has a carbon footprint the size of Mars.  We’re just kinda curious what that energy is being used for.”

“Well, perhaps it’s my refrigerator.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just had a new one installed.  A Miele, Master Cool Series.  Stainless steel, absolutely gorgeous.  The kind with three doors. It even has Wi-Fi.  It probably uses a lot of energy.”

“Do you have just the one?  Because these readings could only be this big if you have three in every room.”

“Sometimes my son gets midnight snacks.  Maybe he forgets to shut the door all the way.”

“So, are there any window leaks in the attic that would account for you running maybe a really, really big air conditioner all summer and a lot of heat all winter?  Maybe a leak in the basement?”

“I can assure you my home has been inspected for energy leaks and there are none.  As for a basement, it barely can be called that.”

“No big honking room under the main floors?”

“I think there’s enough space for the boxes of Christmas decorations and some of my son’s old toys.  Nothing more than that.”

“Gosh.  OK.  Well, I apologize, sir.  We’ll have to double-check our gauges.”

“I’m sorry I can’t be any help.  Nathalie, would you bring this kind man some maracrons?”

“Yes, sir.  Here you go.”

“Oh, hey, from that pâtisserie around the corner.  Thanks!  They’re very good!”

“Yes, though the daughter is a bit of a klutz.  Anyway, I must return to work.  Good afternoon, sir.”

DOOR CLOSES.

“Nathalie, we’re going to install solar panels.”

“Yes, sir.”

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