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kcrossvine-art · 1 year

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hi friends! :D y'all voted and fought neck and neck for this SO- heres the first entry into our little cooking journey of J. R. R. Tolkeins fictional food for his fictional little guys he puts in fictional turmoils for our enjoyment and awe!

Before we get started i wanna say i owe my heart to all the LotR fans who upkeep the wiki, debate the cannon, and create their own versions of the foods mentioned. Both because of my love for people who LOVE (passionate people)(passion about anything) and because my own knowledge of this series is a little dusty. I've never seen the movies but I did read the books growing up. I'll be learning and remembering things from a fairly newbie standpoint, so no worries if you yourself arent familiar with the series! (and if you are familiar, hopefully youll forgive me!)

We will be making Lembas ('waybread') today! If you've made your own version of this please feel free to share it, similarly if you have any ideas for what we make next!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Lembas?” YOU MIGHT ASKWell so the funny thing is we kinda dont know. At least not entirely? The elves are dicks like that. But heres what we'll be using in ours-

Butter

Self-rising flour

Granulated Sugar

Raisins

A small dried fruit of your choosing

Almonds OR Pecans

EGG

Whole Milk

Heavy Cream

And if you would like for dipping-

Blackberry jam

To the extent i understand this is kinda like hardtack from the bri'ish military, but a fantastical version of it that actually tastes really good. Hardtack was a military provision with the texture of a brick that took a long time to spoil and could be easily carried with soldiers. So the texture we're going for is super dense, packed full with nuts and fruits (haha just lik-), but perhaps not that dense. We want something closer to a dog biscuit than actual tack.

I remembered something about corn being mentioned, thankfully the wiki clarified that no actually the british just referred to any grain as corn back in the day. Thank Fuck! Although I would like to try a version of this using masa in the future.

AND, “what does Lembas taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Took a few tries but eventually got it perfectly chewy and dense

The raisins cook-in like little beads of flavortown sweetness

Cant speak for other fruits but for dried apple it softened up nicely, kinda matching the raisins in the end

Im a big pecan slut, pecans fuck on anything especially here. Crumble them on top after you coat the dough with the egg-mixture for some visual appeal

Somewhat flakey outside

The jam was my idea, it was nice but might be too sweet for some tastes

Would pair very well with a kiwi flavored drink

Or mead

I can see why this would a travelling provision. Its both sugary (a good thing when expending energy) and filling (also a good thing when youre travelling) while not being overwhelming with flavor (if youre prone to motion sickness. Horse sickness? Do get motion sickness on horses?)

Its like how if you're going hiking you want a good mix of sugars and salts, to balance your intake of water.

. If you wanna make it like the illustrations or the movie, use a cookie cutter for either triangles or squares . If you don't have a cookie cutter, an apple cutter also works ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . try to keep the board you'll roll the dough out onto chilled before you use it, it seems better for the texture of the food though i dont entirely know why

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So from beginning to end, it took about an hour and half for the first attempt. Down to about 40 minutes for the second attempt. These are a real simple recipe because its not like a croissant where the margin for error is nonexistent. Middle-earth be damned my boy can work a grill.

I'd recommend storing in a tubberware container, but if you're deadset on using leaves please rinse and dry them first, and wrap the bread in either wax paper or saran wrap underneath. We dont have mallorn leaves in real life (as far as we know) but most salad greens should work, or as Marie Porter says (linked in the reblogs!) a banana leaf.

I really enjoyed the process of making this recipe, itd be really easy to batch-bake these en masse, and the process of eating said recipe. Like all jokes aside, i think this would be a great substitute for trailmix. Its not going to get smushed and even if it breaks a bit it wont affect the taste. It wont keep you fed for a whole day but pair it with some pickles or a salty snack and yeah itll keep your motor running.

I give this recipe a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Let me know if you think I got something wrong, or if you ran into issues with the recipe. We're off to a strong start, lads!

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Ingredients:

6 TBSP butter, chilled

2 cups self-rising flour

1 TBSP granulated sugar

½ cup raisins

½ other dried fruit (strawberry slices, oranges, etc.), chopped

Handful of almonds or pecans, chopped

1 egg, well beaten

½ cup whole milk

4 TBSP heavy cream

Method:

Preheat your oven to 400 f.

Cut the butter into slivers/small pieces. With your hands, combine the butter into the flour in a mixing bowl until the mixture resembles coarse sand.

Chop your dried nuts and dried fruit until it feels right.

Mix in the sugar, raisins, nut, and dried fruit of your choosing

In a seperate bowl, beat the egg until combined, and then mix in the milk until combined. Keep a bit of this mixture to brush the tops of the bread.

Stir while adding the egg/milk mixture and the heavy cream into the flour. Mix just until combined into a soft dough.

Knead the dough until firm on a floured surface.

Roll into a half inch thickness and cut with a square or leaf shaped cookie cutter. (...or in my case, an apple corer).

Place on a lightly greased baking sheet, with about an inch of space between each piece. Brush the tops of the lembas with some of the mixture you saved earlier.

Bake for about 15-20 minutes, or until it turns a soft gold and the inside is chewy.

#cross cooks lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #lotr art

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dirtysvthoughts · 2 months

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strawberry icing on your lips 🍓 - svthub valentine’s day collab

tags/warnings: fluff for the first half, smut for the second half, a bit of pwp, boyfriend! shua, female! reader, baking at home, lots of kissing, fingering, nana tour inspired, shua’s kinda a flirt in this one heh

word count: 1.45k

notes: hey besties! happy love day and i’m beyond excited to share my first svthub collab work! this valentine’s day collab was hosted by the amazing @wongyuseokie thank you supporting us! 🥰 please check out the other author’s works as well! :) this is my next biggest work for shua after private dancer, so i hope you all enjoy! to my lovely valentine @gyuhanniescarat i hope you enjoy reading and i love you have a safe and beautiful valentine’s day & carat day! 🥰

“okay, flour, eggs, milk.. what else are missing?” you ask observing the ingredients in front of you, moving them around to make sure nothing was hidden.

“are the strawberries on the table? oh man, we almost forgot the butter too!” your boyfriend remembers walking to the fridge, reaching for the said items.

you and your boyfriend joshua have been together for three years and the two valentine’s days you’ve spent together have been nothing short of wonderful. for the past two years, you’ve gone out on valentine’s day, but after he came back from a recent europe trip, both of you decided to stay at home this year. you wanted to give him some time to relax and get readjusted to being back at home.

in recounting his europe adventures, he told the story of the time he took a cooking class in rome. he made four different pastas from scratch, all with delicious sauces and wine pairings. hearing joshua tell you of his experience with the excitement and joy made your heart swell, which led you to an idea.

“hey josh, instead of going out this year, why don’t we make our own dinner at home? it sounds like a lot of fun from what you just told me. ooh! we could even bake something too! i’ve been looking at a ton of new recipes lately!”

your boyfriend sweetly laughs at your enthusiasm and kisses your forehead, “let’s do it then! we’ll have a nice candlelit dinner at home this year.”

back in the present, you two have finally gathered all the ingredients to get started with your dessert course - vanilla cookies with a strawberry cream icing. since dinner wouldn’t take as long to make, you decided to get the dessert portion out of the way first.

“hmm let’s see, i’ll work on the flour mixture first, do you wanna work on the icing?” you ask joshua, setting the stainless steel bowls out on the counter. “sure! can you pass me the heavy cream and sugar?”

soon, a comfortable silence surrounds the kitchen, the two of you working side by side, mixing and whisking ingredients together. there is one moment where you accidentally reach for the butter at the same time, gently laughing together as joshua rubs your hand, admiring your soft, delicate skin. you can’t help but blush at the feeling of his hand on top of yours.

more time passes and now, you’re working on molding the shape of the cookies together. joshua is just about done with the icing as well, testing the ribbons of cream as it drips off the whisk and back into the bowl.

“babe,” he turns his head toward you, still focused on flattening what is now your sixth cookie. you hum in response, not looking up just yet. “can you taste the icing for me? i think it’s done, but it might be missing something.”

you finish molding your cookie and quickly grab a spoon from your utensil drawer. you scoop a small bit of icing on the edge of the spoon, nearly melting at the sweet taste and smooth texture of the icing dancing across your mouth.

“josh, this tastes so good!” you exclaim happily, scraping a bigger spoonful this time, giddy as ever as you put the spoon to your mouth again, loving how everything combined to make such a delicious icing. “you did amazing baby! it has the right of amount of sweetness and everything!”

this time, joshua can’t help but blush at your continuous flow of praise, but he also couldn’t help but get hot from watching you taste the icing - your cute lips pressing together and the humming you made the second time you taste tested was not helping the rush of blood that went down to his body.

joshua quickly notices that you have a little speck of icing left on your lips, quickly seizing it as an opportunity to give into temptation and get his hands on you.

“hey baby, you have a little something right-“ he drags out the last word as he holds your jaw with his right thumb gently, his soft, gentle lips meeting yours. the kiss takes you by surprise, but you quickly melt into your boyfriend’s touch as you tilt your head to give him more access inside of you. the two of you establish a rhythm for a few moments until you pull away first, slightly breathless and a pleasant, heavenly daze taking over your body.

“there,” joshua finishes, chuckling as he holds you by your waist, lifting you up so you can sit on the edge of the counter. he swipes his left thumb across your lips and licks his own while you watch, the motion sending arousal down your spine.

he doesn’t hesitate to kiss your neck soon after, quietly moaning as his lips nibbled on your body’s sensitive spots. you push your bowl full of cookie dough to the side as joshua’s hands come underneath your tank top, roaming your soft skin.

with ease, he takes off the piece of clothing, lips moving from your neck to the center of your chest. this time joshua becomes bolder, letting his tongue get some action as he licks and sucks on the space between your breasts.

“sh-shua.. shua, o-ohhh,” you moan out louder this time, wanting him to hear how good he’s making you feel. you’re so caught up in the pleasure that he was giving your chest that you don’t even notice his fingertips walking along your thighs, then underneath your skirt - and eventually to your panty line.

before you can even say anything, joshua’s fingers pull the waistband back and let it go, snapping against your waist. you gals and bite your lip in pleasure as your body goes slightly forward and joshua smirks in return. his fingers continue to tease at your panties, the pink lace nearly making him form heart eyes in front of you.

“you’re so pretty for me,” he breathes out, dragging your panties to the side with two fingers. “always, so, so pretty,” he repeats as he slowly inserts another two fingers inside of your core, chuckling at how wet you already are.

“coating my fingers and i haven’t even started with you yet,” he scoffs. “just a needy little girl, aren’t you?”

“only for you,” you whine back with doe eyes. “only you make me this wet.”

“good to know,” he smiles as he starts pushing his fingers in and out at a steady pace, your whines becoming more breathy and high pitched. “mmmm, more, shua - please, more…” you request, eyes starting to glisten like diamonds.

“i’ve thought about this before.. taking you down in the kitchen, especially while i was away taking those cooking classes.. just even imagining you pressing up against me while prepping the ingredients was enough to get me hard,” joshua confesses. “seeing you get so excited over the icing, i couldn’t help my myself baby,” he softly smiles as he holds you by your chin again and kisses you, this time, his fingers making a circular motion inside of you.

whatever noises you release now are deep inside of his mouth, craving for more of him as you entwine your tongue with his once again. you feel the pressure in your body start to build, knowing that you were going to come soon.

joshua then begins a scissoring motion in your pussy, the highest pitched noises you didn’t even know you could make were pouring out of your mouth like a river. you were practically panting joshua’s name out now, begging for him to make you come, promising you will come like a good girl.

after one particularly good thrust, you release all over his fingers, coating them in your deliciousness. you pant into his chest, leaning forward as you take in his scent again, trying to regain your breath, but not wanting to come down from the amazing high.

“i don’t know what tastes better, you or the icing,” joshua teases when you sit up, looking into his eyes.

“you flatter me,” you playfully roll your eyes as you hold his hand, turning around to take a look at the clock. “well, we still have some time left before we actually start cooking the main course.. did you wanna-“

before you can even finish your sentence, he hoists you up again, and laugh, legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he walks you to the bedroom.

“i haven’t even done half the things i wanted to do with you yet this valentine’s day.. c’mon my pretty girl,” joshua swoons, moving your hair from your eyes. “dinner can wait just a bit longer.”

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theshitpostcalligrapher · 8 months

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Hi, 🙏🙏 I need a bit of help, of the cooking variety! A few moths ago, my grandaunt went to germany and brought back a pack of some weird chubby white asparagus, said they went great with Hollandaise sauce. Tried making that. Failed miserably. Twice. Chopped the asparagus into soup. Wasn't half bad.

Would have been fine with that but TODAY auntie calls me and asks if I liked the asparagus with the Hollandaise sauce and if she should bring more next year. Apparently these things grow in spring so I have time, but when you catch a moment I would like to sell my soul for your most fool-proof Hollandaise sauce so I don't die of shame in front of my aunt. Please.

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brO I AM NOT THE PERSON TO ASK FOR THIS SADLY

when we had egg week (one of my semesters in culinary school was separated by protein, so like egg week, poultry week, beef week) I thanked every deity that there were a handful of absences,

cuz I needed an extra 4 eggs

BECAUSE I BROKE MY HOLLANDAISE 2 TIMES BEFORE I GOT IT RIGHT THE THIRD TIME

just in case you have better luck than I though, here's the hollandaise recipe from my old textbook:

the reason i only needed an extra 4 eggs and not an extra 6 is because you can use your fucked up hollandaise as a base to to unfuck it by adding more eggs, i don't remember the exact methodology that chef taught us but there's plenty of youtube videos on that exact subject

#submission #food #recipe

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bibittybopittybadbxtch · 2 months

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Dinner and a Heart Attack

Summary: You make a questionable decision while making dinner and Wonwoo catches you in the act.

Pairing: Wonwoo x Pregant! Reader

Word Count: 578

A/N: Hi lovies! Just a little Wonwoo for the timeline. I’m OT13 for Seventeen so picking who got my first fic was a tough one. But i had this prompt saved in my drafts and it screamed Wonwoo. So here’s a gift from me to you! please be kind. not proof read. written on my phone. You know the deal lol.

XOXO, BiBi🩷

P.S.

I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.

NOT MY GIF

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You wanted to surprise your sweet husband. Wonwoo was on his way home and you were making his favorite meal. It had been a long week for him. Prepping for the upcoming tour and rearranging choreography to accommodate two absent members. He needed a treat. So you decided to give him just that. It’s an old family recipe. You could mostly make it from memory but you always got stuck towards the end. You kept your grandmothers cook book on the top shelf, away from the wear and tear of daily life. The only problem was Wonwoo was the one who usually got it down for you. At 5 months pregnant you weren’t necessarily as nimble as you used to be but climbing on the counter couldn’t be that difficult. So you made sure the counter was clear before climbing on to it.

The scene the welcomes Wonwoo as he enters this house is certainly unexpected and absolutely unwelcome. Upon entering the house he gets a clear view of you. His gorgeous loving wife, on the counter. He doesn't think his body just moves. He rushes into the kitchen and sweeps you off the counter and sets you on your feet. You’re taken by surprise. You hadn’t heard him come in, and didn’t expect him for another half hour. "Hi Baby" you greet him with a smile, getting on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his lips. Wonwoo doesn’t return your affection. He is staring down at you completely stunned. "Are you okay?" you are both puzzled and concerned by hid reaction. He takes a deep breath while running a hand through his hair. “Gorgeous, what on earth were you doing on the counter” He asks after he’s finally collected his thoughts. “Oh, I was trying to get the recipe book down” You don’t think much of it and turn back to the stove to stir your pot. “I can never remember how much gochujang it requires.”

Wonwoo can’t help but smile at you. He knows you mean well, but your tendency to disregard your own safety troubles him. “Baby, I appreciate you cooking my favorite meal so much. I love you. You take such amazing care of me. Could you spare some of that care for yourself?” He pulls you into his embrace and rests his chin and your head. That’s when it clicks. That look in his eyes when he first walked in. Fear. He was scared. “Woo, I promise. I was being careful. Don’t worry.” You try reassuring him even though you know he’s right. “It’s not just you I’m worried about. It’s the baby. You know you’re clumsy. You almost gave me a heart attack.” You pull back to smile at your husband and adjust the glasses on his face. “I promise to wait next time.” You tell him as he moves his hands to your growing belly. He kneels to have a whispered conversation with your unborn child before returning to his full height. “What was that about?” You ask unable to hide your smile. “I just told him that I hope he inherits my coordination.” He laughs at the expression on your face before turning to the stove. “Sweet and Spicy Chicken? I’ve been craving it all week.” He places a swift kiss on your cheek. “Thank you so much, but no more counters deal?” “Deal.” You agree as he reaches up with ease and grabs the recipe book.

#seventeen #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x y/n #fluff #reader insert #reader imagine #jeon wonwoo

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morgandoesstuffsig · 1 year

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Can I request the jealousy reactions from the Victims of Mandela Catalogue? I read your other post of victims reacting to receiving affection my heart just absolutely soared. If it’s too complicated, don’t do it. :]

HOLY SHIT MY FIRST REQUEST!!! HIHIHI<333

ofcofc, if it's on my masterlist then I'll def. write it <3 love the victims frfr

also ty for the compliments, got me melting over here💕

c.w // jealousy (obv..), d/ckhead (?) in mark's part ngl, also really oblivious reader

JEALOUS MUCH?

start under cut.

MARK HEATHCLIFF

look at the goofy lil skrunkly

he doesn't get jealous easily

or in general

but...

if you're skipping or canceling hangouts with him just to see someone else constantly...

well, you'll see--

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mark called out behind you. You'd been walking around with (?), and he just happened to be close by.

"Hey Mark." You greeted with a smile as he jogged up to be by your side.

"Who's this?" He asked, pointing at (?).

"Ah! This is (?), my new friend! We've been hanging out a lot!" You exclaimed, and Mark nodded, smiling. But then, (?) locked arms with you and leaned into your side.

"Yeah, me and (Y/N) have been hanging out pretty much everyday this month, only besides the short 2 days when she was hanging out with you." (?) said, with a condescending smirk on their face as they stared down at Mark.

"..I see." He turned to look at you, "Is this the one who keeps having you cancel the hangouts?"

"I don't force (Y/N) to do anything, I think they just like a little better than you--" (?) started.

"I'm sorry? I don't like any of my friends more than the other!! You're all my friends, so I like you all equally!! Please don't pick another fight, (?).." You interjected. (?) just rolled their eyes and looked back at Mark.

"We've got somewhere to be right now, so goodbye." (?) said turning around and attempting to take you with them.

Mark grabbed you other arm softly and pulled you out of (?)'s arm lock, and silently lead you two away from (?).

yeah..

ya'll just left (?) in the middle of nowhere

oh well

skill issue

CESAR TORRES

go homosexual alternate go!!

yeah he's technically an alternate the entire timeline so...

he's one here too

since alternates don't usually feel, well, feelings

jealousy is new to Cesar

he has no idea why he gets that clenching feeling in his stomach when he sees you with (?), all close and even just slightly touching

and that voice telling him to just take you away from them is getting louder and louder

so what does he do?

he listens to it.

There you were, laughing with (?). You two had just gotten back from a fun time at a carnival in the next town over, and (?) was walking you home.

"Oh! Remember how scared you were on the Ferris wheel? Your face was priceless!" You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, shut up!" (?) said, nudging you with their elbow.

"You know--" You started, but then (?) stopped moving and laughing. They were staring at something straight ahead in fear; you followed their eyes to see Cesar, standing ahead, just a couple feet away. The only thing that really scared (?) was that half of his face was missing besides his eye.

yeah safe to say your friend ran away

"why'd you--"

"I missed you."

yeah he took you away after that <3

away as in home

ya'll had a fun time there doing whatever it is you do with someone

idk i havent had human contact in years leave me alone /hj

JONAH MARSHALL

cute and goofy. perfect combo. just add in some stupid.

↑ recipe to make ur very own jonah

anygays

he is very goofy

so it seems impossible for him to get jealous right??

wrong.

he gets jealous very easily

and constantly tbh

he'll just pout at you and whoever he's jealous of

You were sitting at a restaurant with Jonah and (?). You and (?) had been chatting the entire time since they sat across from you, and the normally very loud Jonah was dead silent.

"Yeah so then I--" (?) started, but you stopped listening after a second because you felt something tug at your (shirt/sweater) sleeve. You looked next to you to see a pouting Jonah, with his cheeks all puffed out and goofy lil' mad face. <333

"How come you're not talking to me too??" He whined quietly, and you just had to let out a small giggle.

you had to let him in on the convo

he was back to normal in no time

when you guys left he was very clingy tho

no im not showing favoritism wdym

ADAM MURRAY

lets pretend adam wasnt a fr d/ckhead in the last volume ngl

he is chill

...sometimes

if he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed or sum

then he will get jealous quickly

not as fast as jonah but still

pretty fast

"Yeah so what movie did you want to watch?" You asked (?). You were at your house, and were going to have a movie marathon together.

"I was thinking.."

Little did either of you know, a groggy and grumpy Adam had entered the room, not have founding you anywhere in the other room with him.

"what're you doing?" he said, shocking both you and (?).

"HOLY SHIT ADAM-- You scared us!!" You said, whipping your head back to see him right behind the sofa.

"So?"

"sighh... we're having a movie marathon."

"Move over then, I'm joining."

he had his arms wrapped around you the entire time

silently pulling you closer and closer to him

he kept going 'till you two reached the edge farthest from (?)

poor (?)

they just wanted to watch movies

adam probably dragged you away to make popcorn with him lmfao

END

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strangesthirdeye · 5 months

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Husband material ( DS x Wife! Reader)

summary: nothing can compete with Stephen with how he treats the woman of his dreams who is sick.

Warning: it's Defender Strange he's a husband material. Fluff, cuddle, warm, love, sick.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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You've had a fever for 5 days which is kinda suck because you've been stuck in bed for 5 days. You are unable to wake up (stand up), eat or sleep well because of how uncomfortable your body is now, plus the temperature of your body temperature does not decrease. This made Stephen worry about your condition.

Sometimes he helps you by making some potions to reduce your body discomfort but it doesn't work and it takes a long time to recover or to make the potions. But there is time, Stephen puts his hand on your back and activates a warm energy through your body to help you sleep soundly.

Although Stephen is always busy with his defenders work, he is good at dividing his time to help you during these 5 days, for example like today.

Stephen was supposed to teach some classes today but due to some of his students volunteering to help a village that needs help, he has time to help you recover from your fever. Such as today, Stephen decided to cook chicken porridge for you because Stephen knows that your body is still not strong enough to eat chewy food so porridge is the first food he can think of. Plus, he still remembers his family's recipes so he has the advantage of cooking food for you to eat in the hope that you get well soon.

After Stephen finished cooking the chicken porridge, he then brought the food tray to the bedroom that you and Stephen shared.

Stephen opened the room door with Levi's help and entered the dim room. Stephen knew that you are quite sensitive to sunlight right now so he doesn't care about the atmosphere in his room now. So without a second thought he walked over to the bed where you were sleeping now. A thick blanket over your body makes you look a bit small and drown in the thickness of the blanket. Your forehead was visibly wet with sweat while your breath was a little labored because how bad your nose is now that it's full of mucus and makes it hard for you to breathe because your nose is blocked with mucus and prevents you from smelling anything around you.

Stephen then put the tray of food on the table next to the bed and kneeled on the side of your bed and stroked your head gently.

"Darling, wake up. You need to eat." Stephen whispered in that deep baritone voice.

You groaned softly then sighed heavily before slowly opening your eyes. When your eyes can fully open, you are greeted by the handsome face of your husband by your side who looks concerned.

"hey" Stephen whispered then pushed a few stray strands of your hair that framed half your face to your ear.

"hey" you replied in your raspy voice.

"How did you sleep? Is it good or not?" Stephen stroke your hair.

"a little bit but still good. Thanks to the spell you put. i feel a little bit good" you rasped.

Stephen nodded and helped you sit up. You groaned in discomfort.

Stephen then turned on the table lamp and looked at you with concern then reached for a cup filled with water and handed it to you. You took the cup and sipped the water until it ran out. You then gave the cup back to Stephen and sighed with relief after being able to relieve your dry throat.

"you need to eat so I made chicken porridge for you. Thanks to my old family recipes that I still remember" Stephen held the bowl of porridge in his hand.

You nodded without protest. Stephen then brought the spoon containing the porridge and fed it to you. Although the porridge is a little hot, it tastes very good for your current situation. You hummed with satisfaction. Stephen then kept feeding you the porridge until it was half gone because you couldn't eat anymore because you were worried you would throw up. With that Stephen put the half finished porridge back on the table and stroked your hair.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat anymore? There's only a little left to finish" Stephen said lowly.

"I'm afraid I'll throw up so it's better to eat half" you mumbled.

"need anything? like shower? massage your body? take medicine or more spell for comfort?" Stephen offered to you. His hand is still stroking your hair.

You shook your head. "No, but I want to cuddle with you" you replied while holding Stephen's hand that was stroking your hair.

"well I can't refuse that offer" Stephen then got up and lay down next to you while hugging your body and bringing your body close to his body.

Stephen then put your head on his chest and put his face close to the top of your hair and kiss a few times, every once in a while he took a long breath to smell your scent.

"this is nice" you mumbled into your husband's chest.

"yes, you are right..it is nice,Mrs Strange"

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shitouttabuck · 7 months

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Buddie unintentional cuddles can power me through a whole week, so the prompt 3. Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them really spoke to me <3

hiya thank u frida and @colonoscopys for sendin this one in (and an anon too!!!) very much distracted me from my wisdom tooth woes. i need to add a disclaimer that this is NOT kink it’s just sleepy drunkenness please trust me lol (rated t even!!!! not horny!!!!!!! just unbelievably stupid!!!!)

bed-sharing prompts: person A waking up to person B curled up and sleeping on top of them

put on a slow dumb show for you | 2.2k | read under cut or on ao3

Buck wakes with the same unshiftable heaviness on his chest that he gets mid-panic attack. Except—his body is incredibly confused, because while the physical pressure is bearing down, making breathing a struggle, every other cell in his body is telling him the opposite: no reason to panic, he’s warm and swaddled and safer than he’s ever been.

His brain scrambles to organise this juxtaposition of sensations. The room is dark, and not unfamiliar, even if he’s spent the night in here less than a handful of times. Eddie’s digital alarm clock is blinking at him, and Eddie’s recently mounted décor of three framed photographs on the far wall is facing him, and Eddie’s entire fucking body is draped over Buck’s and crushing the breath out of him.

Oh. Okay. The second half of his cells were right, then—he’s safe. His heart can stop racing now. And it does, a bit.

But his brain keeps reaching for puzzle pieces, laying them out for assessment before him. His mouth tastes like he licked the bottom of a public trash can, and there’s a sharp twinge behind his temple, and he feels more than a little nauseous.

That’ll be the last five tequila shots Ravi pressed into his hands pre-karaoke. Eddie’d just stumbled off stage, arm-in-arm with Karen, fresh off a You’re Still The One duet that had Karen sniffling half-way through and making grabby-hands at an amused but equally-smitten Hen. Buck had only enough time to whoop as Eddie curtsied dramatically before they were calling his name.

Buck’s good at a lot of things, but singing is not one of them. He’d whined and stammered and straight-up crawled under the table before Ravi, sweet, evil Ravi, had ducked down to join him with a tray of shots. After that is—a bit of a blur, to be honest. There was some Carly Rae Jepsen, maybe? He remembers sliding back into their booth next to Eddie and watching the rest of their friends be disgustingly romantic.

That, coupled with the best friend he’s a little unbearably in love with singing the most hopeful love song ever written, is just a recipe for Buck’s heart to get a little messy. And maybe it made him bolder with his affection than usual? Clingier, anyway. He must’ve been pretty needy for Eddie to let him crash in his bed. But Eddie’s always making sure Buck has what he needs, so that isn’t anything new. And Eddie must’ve been pretty wasted too, if this total lack of personal space is any indication.

Buck doesn’t think Eddie’ll mind waking up like this—a perk of having a physically affectionate straight best friend is that he’s mostly oblivious to a classic no homo situation. He breathes deep, weight on top of him grounding instead of suffocating, lets himself tentatively wrap an arm around Eddie to hold him steady as his chest rises with the depth of his inhale, and closes his eyes again.

Except Eddie snuffles and shifts and then jams his knee directly into Buck’s bladder. After the drinks he put away tonight? Buck’s dangerously full bladder.

“Fuck,” he squeaks, desperately trying to shift Eddie to the side. “Oh—fuck.” He clenches—everything, really, because he’s too old to wet the bed and too fond of the life he has to wet Eddie’s bed, as the aftermath of that really only involves fleeing the country.

In the end, fear of that outweighs any qualms he has about waking a peacefully slumbering Eddie, and he all but shoves him off, gasping a breath of relief when Eddie’s weight shifts from his bladder to his thighs.

“Whu—what?” Eddie slurs, scrambling up with a pinched expression. “Buck? What’s wrong?” He sits up clumsily, straddling Buck’s thighs.

“Nothing,” Buck says, voice strained. “Sorry, I’m sorry, just—really need to piss. And…” He gestures uselessly between them, face contorted in apology.

“Oh,” Eddie frowns. “Okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” Buck echoes, feeling hysterical. “Um, I’m gonna…” He tries to tug his legs free from under Eddie and Eddie clambers off obligingly.

Buck swings himself out of bed and hurries down the hall to the bathroom, cursing himself for everything from waking Eddie to ruining what could’ve been the cuddle session of his dreams to going and fucking falling in love with his best friend in the first place.

He lets the door swing shut behind him and absentmindedly lifts the toilet seat, shoving a hand into his boxers and then just about leaping a foot in the air when the door squeaks open again and Eddie shuffles over to stand behind him, resting his chin on Buck’s shoulder.

“Um,” Buck says, feeling dizzy for reasons that are only partly alcohol related. “Uh.”

“D’you need a hand?” Eddie asks sleepily.

Buck laughs nervously, frozen facing the wall with his hand down his boxers. “Uh. What?”

Eddie yawns, muffling the back-half of it into Buck’s shoulder and crowding closer, plastering himself along Buck’s back. Does Buck have alcohol poisoning? Is this the tequila version of an absinthe hallucination?

“D’you need me to hold it?” Eddie clarifies, nuzzling Buck’s shoulder gently.

Buck chokes on his own spit, body buckling as he pulls his hand out his underwear to thump his own chest. No, he skipped straight past the alcohol poisoning, he’s dead, not even a coma could dream this up.

Eddie steps back, frowning in concern when Buck finally spins to face him, eyes wide. His whole body is taut, stark contrast to the sleepy slump of Eddie’s shoulders.

“Do I—what?” he manages.

“Sorry, I wasn’t, like, trying to baby you,” Eddie says, looking unsure. “But after earlier—”

“Earlier,” Buck echoes. Eddie’s gaze has dropped to south of Buck’s navel, where his boxers have rucked up enough to leave a considerable amount of his happy trail on display. He yanks the waistband up quickly, and Eddie’s head snaps up too, cheeks dusted pink. Then his face, his perfect, beautiful face, falls.

“Wait, Buck—do you not remember? After karaoke?” he asks, taking a step back. “Oh, I—I didn’t think you were that drunk.”

“I wasn’t,” Buck insists, racking his brain, and oh.

The tequila-soaked memory swims up, Buck desperate for the toilet and stubborn about being able to get there himself, despite tripping over his stupid Bambi legs not two steps from their table. Eddie laughing and slinging an arm around him, half-carrying him to the men’s room. Buck standing in front of the urinal, frowning and arms flopping helplessly at his sides.

“Eddie,” he’d whined. “My hands aren’t working.”

Eddie’d laughed again, fond and warm, and asked if he wanted to sit in a stall.

“No,” Buck had pouted. “My zip…” He’d turned to Eddie, lopsided grin and beseeching eyes, and Eddie’d shaken his head and come to stand behind him. He’d undone Buck’s zipper and asked, “Alright?” and Buck had pouted some more.

“Can you help?” he’d asked, mortifyingly pathetic. Eddie’d raised an eyebrow and snorted, and then Buck had said, “Eddieee. These are my nice jeans. My hands don’t work. Your hands are perfect.”

Eddie’d muttered, “Might as well happen like this,” and slipped a hand into Buck’s jeans and—ah. Held his dick while he peed.

“Oh,” Buck says now, voice small. “Fuck, Eds, I’m sorry.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, somewhat blearily. “Why? I wouldn’t have if I didn’t want to.”

“Yeah, but I know—I don’t think we’re on the same page. I don’t—” Buck closes his eyes and presses the heels of his palms into them. “I don’t think it meant the same thing for us.”

“Oh,” Eddie’s face is suddenly unreadable. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes another step back. Buck wants to cry. He basically tricked his best friend into touching him—doesn’t matter if Eddie did it platonically, because drunk or not, genuinely needing help to piss or not, Buck’s pretty sure his own intentions were not all that innocent.

“I’m so sorry, Eds,” he says. “I was drunk as hell—that’s not an excuse, but it won’t happen again. I—I’ll be better at keeping it to myself. The last thing I ever want is to make you feel uncomfortable around me.”

Something passes over Eddie’s face. “Wait,” he says slowly, “you asked me to hold your dick as friends?” There’s an uncertain lilt to the question, like he truly doesn’t know what the answer is anymore.

“Uh,” Buck says. He could use the confusion to wrestle the cat back into the bag and then ship said bag one-way to Nicaragua, but Eddie’s looking a little lost, arms crossed in his black vest and boxers and mismatched socks. Buck can’t be the cause of that. “No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t—I swear I wasn’t trying to trick you. I was just really drunk.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, stepping forward again and reaching out to tug Buck in by the hem of his t-shirt. “What’s the problem then?” He slides a warm hand under Buck’s shirt, smoothing it across his skin.

Buck inhales sharply, blood rushing to his brain and cheeks and cock so quickly he reaches for the porcelain toilet tank behind him to steady himself. “W-wait. Were you holding my dick as friends?”

Eddie blinks at him, disbelief slowly overtaking the slack sleepiness of his facial muscles. “You thought—is that generally something your friends do for you?”

“No, but…” Buck falters. “Why—why did you, then? Why else would you…”

“I was holding your dick because I want to kiss it,” Eddie snaps, and then claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and horrified. “I want to kiss you,” he amends. “You, not your—I mean, sure, that too, but. Can you say something.”

The many million times Buck has daydreamed and fantasised and wished for this, he’s never anticipated fuzzy patches in his memory of it. But these things are clear: waking up with Eddie plastered to him like he wants to touch Buck at every possible point, Eddie following him in here unprompted and pressing up against him with unchecked affection, because even in his sleepy state Eddie just wants to make sure Buck has what he needs, even if what he needs is help holding his dick in a context that’s soft and sleepy and miles from sexual.

“You came in here to hold my dick,” he says, grin spreading.

Eddie’s cheeks are so rosy, rosier than they’d been with the flush of alcohol, even. “I came in here because I didn’t want your uncoordinated drunk ass pissing all over my bathroom.”

“Aw, Eds, you romantic,” Buck says, stepping closer. Eddie sighs exasperatedly, tilting his face up expectantly anyway. But, oh—

“Did we kiss already?” Buck asks, heart dropping. “Do I not remember?”

Eddie brings up one large palm to rub Buck’s sternum gently. “Nah. Didn’t seem like the right time. I kinda—I wanted to do that not-drunk.”

“Oh,” Buck says, sagging with relief. “Good.” Eddie gives him a sleepy, wonky smile, and Buck says, “I’m not drunk now.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, stepping back and patting Buck’s chest. “Nope, just hungover and harbouring the most toxic tequila-flavoured morning breath anyone’s ever had.”

“Don’t forget desperate to pee,” Buck grins. “You gonna help a guy out?” He flaps his arms limply, batting his lashes at Eddie.

Eddie grumbles unintelligibly, lips twitching with amusement as he bodily rearranges Buck to face the toilet again. Buck melts back into the cradle of his arms, safe and sleepy and sated enough that his dick doesn’t do any more than he needs it to right now, even with Eddie’s warm hand wrapped around it.

They stumble back to bed, Buck belatedly remembering he’s not washed his hands but deciding not to care if Eddie doesn’t, and when Buck flops down, Eddie’s right back on top of him.

Buck wheezes as the breath’s punched out of his lungs, and it becomes a laugh, and this time he wraps both arms firmly around Eddie to hold him tight. Eddie exhales into the crook of his neck, breath hot and a little gross, and then lifts his head to press a close-mouthed kiss to the corner of Buck’s lips.

“This one doesn’t count,” he murmurs against Buck’s cheek. “I just can’t believe you thought I wanted to hold your dick as friends, so. It’s an almost-kiss. An IOU. Tomorrow I’m gonna kiss you till one of us passes out. Not as friends.”

“As enemies,” Buck whispers solemnly and then grunts when Eddie digs an elbow into his ribs. “As anything you want, s’long as I can keep the kissing and the dick-holding and—this.” He tightens his arms around Eddie, feeling his chest reverberate against Buck’s as he laughs.

“Deal,” he agrees, nestling closer, messy hair getting in Buck’s mouth as he shifts. “But just so you know what I want—and I don’t mean to skip ahead—though I guess we’re doing the regular dating bases all out of order anyway—” He sighs, deep and satisfied as he gets comfortable, and says, “I’m ready to have and to dick-hold you every day of the week, you know?”

Buck didn’t know, but now he does, and in eleven months’ time when he and Eddie are saying these words in front of their friends and family, sans penis, not one single person can blame him for lurching forward and kissing the adoring smirk off Eddie’s face miles before poor ordained Bobby gives him the go-ahead. Doing true love in order is overrated, anyway.

#911 fic #buddie fic #this might be the silliest thing ive ever written im so sorry frida and rain #911 #buddie #i was gonna say i have no defense for this bc the only painkillers i’m on are ibuprofen and paracetamol #but turns out i’ve had a fever all afternoon so let’s conveniently blame cognitive impairment for whatever this is yeah #nina writes #im posting it to ao3 because its over 2k but like. perhaps it shouldnt be immortalised over there.#bed sharing prompts #mine

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seakicker · 2 years

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MY HEAD IS SO OVERWHEALMED BY THIS MAN THAT I CAN BARELY DECIDED HOW I WANT TO GET BRED BY HIM PLEASE-

Ok first we have the classic: Bullboy Diluc and Farmer Reader. Where our boy is in his rut and is feeling soooo needy, but doesn't dare to show it. You look for him everywhere but when you finally find him, he is in tears and an extreme horniness. So you, as his owner, help him out- and guess what? A couple of months later your belly is swollen with two beautiful half bull babies.

In this one I think he would become sooo protective of you. Following you around the ranch, getting inside your house and MOST DEFINETLY trying to drink your breast milk all day.

You are cooking, cleaning, planting or just taking care of other animals and he is just trying to suck on your tiddies. Ain't he cute.

Second. This one is on the same topic but a bit different.

One Idea I had before listening to the infamous Cow x MMMM audio was one where reader is a half cow and Diluc runs a sort of Milk company.

The idea is that once you apply to the company you get a check up to see if your physical conditions can handle the work. If you do pass the check up you can be put in two groups, the first one is a more relaxed position, where (pregnant or not) you will be milked for as long as you wish to, or as much as the company requires you to.

BUT the second group is Diluc's personal favorite.

The breeding department. Where you will be held 24/7 in the company ground and bred full by the highest quality mates the company can find.

One particular day Diluc decided that he would personally do the check ups. (Just for the sake of the old times and to see if he finds any beautiful newcomers). He enters the room and there you were- A beautiful fur that seemed so soft, a plump belly and those beautiful breast, that he could swear they were the biggest he had seen in quite some time.

He enters, introduces himself and begins the check up. He couldn't help but get distracted whenever your chest moved a bit too much or your belly fell into the check up desk.

Once the check up was over, he confirmed that you had passed and were going to be moved to the breeding section. You seemed delighted by the idea and thanked him for his time and started to leave.

Little did you know that all along he had been holding his urge to push his cock into you and breed you full right there.

"Oh, Ms y/n?. I believe we could begin your trial right now"

He later proceeds to breed you for the next 4 hours-

Afterwards he orders his workers to take you to his personal chambers, where you will be staying for the rest of the week.

Anyways. Sorry if I took too long!!!!! I am not such a good writer but I think you get the idea?

-💎

OKAY SWEETHEART IM HERE TO ANSWER THIS NOW i’m sorry if i accidentally made you worry that you missed me earlier after u sent this!!!! i am here 😈

BOTH OF THESE IDEAS ARE SO PERFECT HNNFNFFN i remember you sending a deliciously long ask about that second idea some time ago that i need to go back and find now because when i first read it i was absolutely in love. oh to be diluc’s prized milk cow that gets the honor being hand-trained and personally bred by him… it’s no surprise, either. with as perfect and lovely as you are, diluc wouldn’t even begin to think of assigning you to one of the other trainers. he knows that he shouldn’t let his personal feelings and desires get in the way of work bc that’s just a recipe for disaster, but when he thinks about you being bred by another man/one of the farm’s bulls, it makes him jealous, if he should be so bold. it also made me think about the idea of diluc being a bull himself… a bull running a milk company and personally tending to the sweet little cowgirls he hires? hot.

it’s not often that diluc personally trains or breaks in any of the new cows, as he’s unfortunately just too busy to do anything more than a quick new-hire “quality check” most days, so you should probably consider it a privilege that he decided to fuck you and train you himself… how many other cowgirls get the bragging rights that come with spending an entire week alone with master diluc himself? not many!

#never apologize for the length of ur asks hehe i love all brainrot #whether it’s one sentence or one novel #spicy #cw lactation #cw hybrids #cw breeding #diluc ragnivindr smut #diluc smut #💎 anon #cow reader

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Otome au

I’ve had this in my head ever since your AU came out because :) OK Mc still does the side quest and so does the storyline but they always try to take stuff from the villagers or like the side characters( I do this it doesn’t work most the time)🤣

For example mc : i’m gonna take your bread sir(Mc tried to take it but but they can’t) give me my bread

Villager: my bakery is closed you can come back another day:)

Mc : let me take your Bread SIR SIR let me take your bread STOP WALKING AWAY FROM ME SIR!!!??

Can you do Vil,epel, azul how would they react mc like that I thought it would be hilarious!!! please thank you love your stuff<3

THE BREAD! HAIL THE BREAD! EAT THE BREAD! RESPECT THE BREAD! And take the bread away from NPC's. (I hear the murder in the voice of that example NPC XD)

Otome-au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, poison, violence, stalking, obsession, possessiveness, murder, death

Azul Ashengrotto/Vil Schoenheit/Epel Felmier-“I’m gonna take your bread sir… let me take your bread SIR SIR STOP WALKING AWAY FROM ME SIR!!!??”

Here he is sitting, watching you through his mirror, looking at how you talk with those land-dwellers (idk about what you think but bread underwater is a bit hard u know...)

And... could it be that you are hungry?

Because all he is seeing is you jumping like a madman in front of random people (you call them NPC's, right?) wanting their bread if they had one

Ok, imagine this with me, he just woke up, was done with his hair so it was... like it usually was and just put the mirror on like some TV

You following me, right? Well he was staring at it with an open mouth watching how you wanted everyones bread for the first two minutes

And once the shock is gone he is going mad

“ARE THEY NOT FEEDING YOU WELL??!”

Then he remembers that this is not your real body and just some shell so you can experience this world

But then... what are you doing? Is this something in another culture? Is he missing something here?

Poor Octopus is so confused.

Why don't you just take some fish if you want food that badly, they are practically swimming into your hand... oh, yeah, right, you not in water

Let us remember that panicked state he was in before, yes? The three people that he could also see with you in the mirror are now cursed, byproduct of his abilities (don't question it)

But you seem to like bread a lot... should he try to create a waterproof one??!

Cue you looking at your screen confused when they achievement “culinary inspiration-the merpeoples best chef” popped up

Guess you just brought bread onto the plate of fish

But no one dares to steal the recipe. Otherwise they might find themselves at the mercy of an angry outcast of the sea, the mersorcerer himself

Yeah, that garden is growing pretty neat

So... you expect this cold-hearted tyrant king to just ignore what is going on?

My dear friend, he has a magic mirror that can see and show more than any other reflecting surface

He was this close from throwing his own most prized reflective surface out of the window (again)

Life of a mirror can be hard you know? If it isn't easy with competition on the mirror market and if that doesn't kick you out of the business then it's your owner shattering you (and I'm sure a fall from a tower also does the job)

Since you know me you also know what comes next, we build the scene

He just sat there, staring at your body in this world and how it didn't move for about half an hour (you probably went to grab a bite)

He almost screamed when you suddenly jumped up and sprinted to the next baker

Oh I also forgot to mention, you were screaming “BRRREEEAAADDDD” (you doing that. Not me. I'm just an author)

That was rather... u elegant but he can pass this...

Until you go to the next person and repeat the whole “gimme your bread” thingy

I told you, that mirror better learn how to fly and that fast

You want bread? YOU WANT BREAD??! Fine, then you shall get bread

Suddenly someone appears out of nowhere, handing you a basket filled with bread, saying “in the name of the king”

Maybe he will even get so annoyed that he will try to poison his brother yet again but this time with bread (imagine, it was not an apple but bread XD)

But if you thought about giving it to one of the suitors I would advise you to forget that

You know, he has a certain special magic and he might have done something to the bread that would affect them but not you... Just might (nah he has definitely done something to it)

So bread is the way into your heart huh?

Forget his apple carving skills! *sobs* He is going to learn how to bake bread!

The kitchen looked like it was a battlefield after the first time... why was there a knife sticking out of the bowl?

But anyway, he is trying his best

But why did he decide to walk the treacherous path of bread baking?

Well... you were screaming like a madman and telling everyone to give you bread

Oh boy was he happy that the people would forget what happened after you would restart the game or loaded an earlier safe file

Lowkey embarrassed but then it struck him!

If you want bread that badly then he shall make it!

He was so motivated that he totally forgot that this body of yours can't even get hungry

Remember that he is also the poison dealer which would hand the king the poison to finally reach his goals in the plot of the game?

That left over bread which isn't 100% perfect doesn't get thrown away, no

Bread can actually soak up a lot of liquids so just a few drops of this and that... there, his next client should be pleased

Also, might use the power of the oh-so-malicious poisoned bread to make sure Neige doesn't come close, he can't have the main plot ending too fast after all (falling off a cliff hurts)

But in the end he can bake bread like a champion

Just don't take the bread from that basket. That other one is for you. Oh why? Well... he made it for that nice person you met yesterday. Had to take extra measures because of an allergy... want to deliver it with you?

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 8 months

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Ehh... Hello again! Last time my request was kinda incomplete, I think... I re-read what I needed to write... so, can I please get a warm Vergil x fem! Reader about baking sweets? I suck at writing when it's not a fic, I'm so sorry 😭

I gotchu fam👍

"Dearest, are you sure the recipe said egg whites only?"

Vergil was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a lost expression, dressed in an apron that said 'do NOT kiss the cook' and a wooden spoon in hand. Not soon after he got back into the human world, Vergil realized that he no longer had to sustain himself on demon guts and instead he had a wide variety of human foods to choose from. Thanks to you, he learned that he can just make any food he wants to with the right ingredients. So, with every holiday his valiant efforts at cooking came with vengeance. You had to admit that Vergil made a lot of progress from putting a can of butane right on the stove (good god) to making simple palatable dishes. You still haven't left him in the kitchen alone though.

"Yup." You put a piece of caramel crisp in your mouth and walked around him to point at the paragraph in the book.

"You make a snow out of egg whites and then slowly *carefully*" you give him a poignant look he chooses to ignore, "you mix it in the batch."

"Very well then," Vergil grabbed eggs from the refrigerator, "and how do we make this snow exactly"

You whipped out a hand mixer from one of the cabinets and Vergil scrunched his nose at it.

"It looks like a torture device."

He made quick work of the eggs and there were almost no eggshells in the bowl (this pie will be really crunchy). Soon, there was a fluffy cloud resting in the mixing bowl.

"Remember to mix it in slowly."

"I have trekked the ground of hell with nothing but my sword, I think I know how to follow a simple instruction." Vergil sniffed haughtily.

You raised your hands amused and decided to plop on the kitchen sink to watch him fuss with the mixing bowl. At that moment, you were struck by the domesticity of the moment. You would never imagine that you would ever feel relaxed in the presence of Vergil Sparda. Then again, it was thanks to the genuine effort he put into building connections with everyone around him. Whatever happened with Dante in the Underworld, he changed. And now he was making pumpkin pie in your kitchen with a concentrated pout on his face.

"This is nice." You heard yourself say.

"Hm?" Vergil hummed in question as he put the baking tray in the oven.

You vaguely gestured over the room. "This, y'know? Baking, talking, spending time with you..." Then, to busy your hands, you grabbed a can of whipped cream a sprayed some in your mouth.

Vergil finally turned his eyes from the oven to you and with a small smile at your stuffed face, sat on the kitchen sink next to you.

"Half the reason why I decided to learn how to cook is because you are the one showing me how. And I suspect the reason you're helping me is so you can eat everything in sight."

Instead of an answer, Vergil got a splurt of whipped cream on his face. With deep laughter, he fought with you over the can until he finally managed to get it from your hands.

"No more cream for you."

Taking it as a challenge, you took his face in your hands and licked the cream from his cheek.

"You're impossible," Vergil grumbled as he felt his face reddening.

"I know." You whispered back and kissed the tip of his nose.

#vergil x reader #dmc vergil #vergil dmc #devil may cry vergil #vergil devil may cry #vergil x you #rainbow dragon writes #spardatober

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tcwmatchmakingau · 10 months

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Third Time’s the Charm

Captain Rex x Gen!Reader One-Shot

Summary: The war is over, and the Republic has won. Rex signed up for a matchmaking service and you’re meeting for a third date. Basically just Rex fluff and him being nervous and awkward lol.

Rating/Warnings: SFW with kissing, making out, slight suggestiveness.

Word count: 1800-2000ish

Author’s Note: This is a two in one, baby! Not only is it a submission the the Clone Matchmaking AU @tcwmatchmakingau (pls read the other fics that have been submitted!) but also a prompt from @freesia-writes ! The prompt: “kiss me again, but- mphh" from the kissing prompts list. Idk how I feel about this one but I gotta get it out of my drafts.

Please enjoy and reblogs/comments are always appreciated. I just want to kiss Rex, okay? 💕

Rex was pacing, his nerves almost completely shot. He checked the time every few seconds, subtly breathing into his palm to make sure his breath didn’t stink. He smoothed out his civvies, hoping they weren’t too wrinkly.

Shockingly to Rex, you had agreed to meet for a third date.

He was excited, yes. But also incredibly nervous.

Rex liked you.

A lot.

Rex never thought he’d get this far.

He didn’t know what to expect when he reluctantly accepted the first date match from Right to Love Matchmaking Service.

Rex had heard about it from some of his brothers but wasn’t sure it was for him.

Who would want a washed-up soldier? He also knew nothing about dating. Sure, he’s had a few quick flings and stolen kisses in the back of 79s when he was a cadet. But now, the thought of putting himself out there, looking for something serious while having strangers match him with another stranger… sounded like a recipe for disaster.

On the other hand, now that the war was over, companionship did sound nice. And a few of his brothers have had success with the service…

He continuously tossed around the idea, a few times half-filling out the Holonet application before deleting it, the fear of the unknown getting the best of him.

Rex even walked by the building once, Right to Love flashing in neon lights, almost stepping inside before his nerves sent him in the other direction.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when Fives and Echo invited him to a “boy's night out” for drinks, that he was convinced.

Or more like the alcohol did the convincing for him.

One drink turned into two, then three, and somehow the conversation switched to the matchmaking service.

Both Fives and Echo had girlfriends now, having met through Right to Love.

Rex has met them a few times, and they did seem like good partners, and Fives and Echo were happier than he’d ever seen them.

He was proud of them for moving on from the war and finding happiness. Rex couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy sometimes, wondering if he’ll ever get to experience that, too.

Rex mentioned how he’s been thinking about signing up for Right to Love, and that’s how they persuaded him to fill out the digital application right there with them at the bar.

“Aw c’mon Rex!” Fives clapped Rex’s shoulder. “You should try it out. Anyone is lucky to have you!”

Fives took a large swig of beer, slammed it down, and pulled out his datapad.

“The application is easy. I don’t know how they do it, but they work some kind of magic. My girl is perfect, the woman of my dreams. I don’t think I would have ever found someone like her without them!” Fives shoved his datapad over to Rex, wiggling his eyebrows. “You don’t even have to go in person. Let us help you, vod!”

A few more sips of liquid courage later, Rex was pressing submit on his application while Fives and Echo cheered him on.

The rowdy night continued, and Rex quickly forgot all about it.

Rex didn’t remember he followed through until the next morning when a notification chimed on his terminal.

He woke from his deep sleep, still recovering from the night before, reading the message with blurry eyes and a headache.

Dear Rex,

Thank you for choosing Right to Love Matchmaking Service, where everyone deserves the right to companionship!

We have received your application and are processing your submission.

A matchmaking representative will be reaching out to you shortly. Have a wonderful day!

Rex’s brain almost short-circuited, the hazy memory of Fives and Echo helping him fill out the form coming back to him.

Those kriffing di’kuts!

Rex panicked momentarily, not sure if he was ready for this. But he thought of how happy his brothers were, and maybe it was finally time for him to step out of his comfort zone.

Rex commanded battalions alongside Jedi in life-or-death situations, and yet here he was, afraid to go on one singular date.

To Rex’s surprise, the whole process was easier than expected. The representative that reached out to him was nice, eased some of his worries, and answered all the questions he had. At the end of the conversation, the representative said they already had a match for him.

You.

To his even greater surprise, your first date went fine.

Fantastic, even.

Rex was an anxious mess leading up to meeting you in person, but you were kind, patient, compassionate, everything he would want in a partner.

It was almost like this matchmaking service did its job.

The next morning after your first date, you comm’d him asking to meet again, saying you had a good time.

Rex responded immediately with a resounding yes, hoping he wasn’t coming off as too desperate.

Your second date was even better than the first, learning more about one another, and you talked for hours.

You both hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and completely lost track of time. The restaurant you met at for lunch was now finishing up the dinner rush, you two the last ones in the eatery.

Rex walked you back to your apartment, and you hugged him as you said good night.

Maker, he couldn’t stop thinking about the hug. How warm and soft you felt against him. How he could smell the faint floral aroma of your shampoo. How your eyes shined as you whispered good night. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, Rex was completely smitten.

He was feeling the pressure now, waiting for you to meet him in front of the Coruscant Botanical Gardens where you planned to meet for your date.

Rex was low-key fretting about what came next. Another hug? Maybe holding your hand? A kiss?

Rex swallowed thickly.

He wanted to take things slow and didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything.

If a quick hug from you made him feel this good, he couldn’t even imagine what a kiss would be like.

He could feel his palms begin to sweat. Before he could spiral anymore, he heard his name.

You were walking toward him, a large smile on your face.

“Hey, Rex!” You waved, stepping up to him. You stopped, hesitating for a moment. Little did Rex know, you were having the same thoughts. Maker, he’s so handsome, I want to kiss him! I hope he wasn’t weirded out by the hug from a few nights ago…but he agreed to meet me again so I guess I didn’t scare him off…

“I’ve lived on Coruscant my whole life, and never been to the gardens. Funny how that happens sometimes.” You laughed.

Rex nodded stiffly.

“I’ve never been here, either. But I’m glad we can experience it for the first time together.”

You blushed at his words, Rex’s ears feeling hot at his admission.

You smiled again. “Me too, Rex. Shall we?”

The gardens were huge and seemingly endless, growing flora from hundreds of planets. Rex was able to point out some, recognizing them from the war. He was well-traveled because of it.

You enjoyed hearing him speak of his past, his brothers, and the sometimes downright insane feats he was involved with during the war.

Your conversation was always easy, like you’ve known one another for years. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was and how comfortable you felt around him.

Was it too good to be true, though?

You wandered for a while, keeping up conversation. You eventually sat on a bench in a massive greenhouse, admiring the lush greenery around you.

You were silent for a few moments, Rex wondering if this was his chance.

He wanted to kiss you. He was going to ask you. He was a soldier, no, a Captain, dammit! He should have the courage to do this!

Rex took in a breath, knowing he had to get over his anxiety and just take the leap. It was now or never.

You heard Rex’s inhale and you felt worry stir in your gut. Here we go, he’s going to tell me he doesn’t want to meet again. The classic “it has been really fun but…”

“I’ve…enjoyed our dates.” Rex turned to you. “And I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. So, thank you.”

You raised your eyebrows, meeting his gaze, surprised at his comment.

“Rex, you don’t have to thank me. I’ve been enjoying them too. I like you a lot.” You fidgeted a little, blushing. Maybe I didn’t screw things up!

You took your own breath, continuing.

“I didn’t know what to expect when I signed up for the dating service…I went on some bad dates a while back and was kind of fed up with it all, you know? But I’m glad I took the chance on you.”

Rex felt some confidence rush through his veins. “Really?” He asked.

“You’re easy to talk to, kind, a good listener. Not to mention a complete gentlemen. It’s hard to find that.” Your cheeks were hot at your own words, suddenly too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I like you a lot, too.” Rex’s voice was low, and you felt something brush against your hand on the bench, looking down, and saw Rex’s hand barely touching yours.

You moved your hand closer, and Rex took your hand in his. You thought your heart might leap straight out of your chest. His hand was calloused, yet warm. Comforting.

“You’re brilliant, remarkable. Not to mention the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I…I’m so happy I met you.”

“Oh, Rex…you mean that?” You’ve never had a man say those words to you with such sincerity.

“More than anything in my life. Can…can I ask you something?” Rex was almost whispering. You nodded, eyes wide, wondering what he wanted to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” Rex was gazing right at you, his heart pounding in his ears.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, entwining your fingers with his. You couldn’t keep the grin from spreading on your face, and Rex saw how your features lit up like the Tattooine suns.

“Yes…Rex. I thought you’d never ask.”

Rex could see the colors of the bright flowers that surrounded you in your eyes as he leaned toward you.

Rex stopped centimeters from your lips, bringing his free hand to tenderly cup the side of your face. Your breath hitched at the gentle gesture, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he shyly brushed his lips against yours.

For Rex, the world melted away. Did he die and go to heaven? Because that’s how he felt when your hand moved to his shoulder, your unbelievably soft lips pressing back into his in a chaste kiss.

All of his anxieties dissipated, forgetting why was so nervous about this date in the first place, all he could think about was you and how lucky he was in this moment.

You pulled away after what could have been hours, your eyes hooded, looking up at him, smiling, realizing you were still holding hands.

“Rex…” The way his name fell from your lips, husky and almost sensual, ignited a fire in him. He wanted to hear it again and again.

Rex released his hand from yours, bringing it to your other cheek, cradling your head with both his hands now with such reverence you thought you might faint.

“Was…was that ok?” He murmured, wanting more, but didn’t want to push your boundaries in any way.

“Yes…kiss me again, Rex. Pleas-mph!” Rex quickly slid his mouth against yours, still cradling your head as your arms wrapped around him, your words cut short by his lips.

The kiss was deep, passionate, just like him. You sighed against his mouth, Rex using the opportunity to sweetly lick your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance.

You eagerly obliged, excited by his newfound confidence. His tongue entered your mouth, eliciting another satisfied sigh from you and a groan from Rex. Your body to trembled against his in fervor, feeling his muscles flex under your hands.

Your lungs began to burn, needing oxygen but not wanting this kiss to end.

Your mouths moved as one, gripping one another like you were the last two people in the Galaxy.

You let out a small whine as Rex pulled away, both your lips swollen from the intensity, your faces flushed and your bodies on fire.

“Wow…” was all you could mutter, as Rex’s hands fell from your flushed face. “That was…”

“Incredible?” He mumbled. You nodded in agreement, leaning into him. Rex wrapped his arm around you, still seated on the bench.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since we first met,” Rex admitted, his thumb slowly caressing your arm.

You were quickly turning into mush seeing this new, romantic side of Rex emerge.

“Me too.” You couldn’t help but giggle, giddy at what had just taken place.

Rex brought you into him, embracing you in a hug, silently thanking his brothers for making him take the plunge and sign up for this dating service.

“I think we’ve seen enough plants for one day. Want to come back to my place?” You asked, nuzzling against his chest. “We could make dinner and watch a Holomovie?”

“I’d love to,” Rex answered as you looked up at him. “I’d really love to.” Rex hasn’t been sure about much since the war ended, trying to find purpose and meaning in a new Galaxy.

He was sure about one thing now, and it was you.

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It’s Always Been You - Yandere!Lip Gallagher x reader

a/n: my blog has finally been un-shadowbanned, so i’m back! :))

summary: Lip finally makes up his mind and realizes that ever since high school, it’s always been you.

warnings: physical assault, intimidation, yelling, passing out, reader is tied down, brief mentions of pregnancy

“Hey Lip, think you got time to fix my car again?” you called out as you entered the dark interior of Born Free Cycles.

He looked up from the bike he seemed to perpetually be working on and froze. You looked beautiful in short brown dress, keys hanging lazily off your finger. He hadn’t seen you in a week, which almost felt like too long. Back when Fiona was still at the house, you used to come over all the time. And now, you barely ever did. And even when you did make the occasional trip, it was always with a new boyfriend or fling or one night stand that Lip couldn’t stand to look at. He hated that he missed his chance with you.

“It started smoking on my way here. I’m worried it’s gonna be really expensive this time,” you sighed, gnawing on your bottom lip. Lip could remember you doing that even back in high school, for as long as he’d known you.

“I’ll take a look at it. What happened?”

You explained the latest problem as Lip listened intently, grabbing tools off his cart and heading over to your vehicle.

“I’m thinking it’s the fuel filter. On this model, a replacement’ll run you a hundred. I’ll throw in the labor for free if we do dinner tonight?” Lip said, glancing up at you nonchalantly.

To put it plainly, you were confused. You and Lip had been in a perpetual will-they-won’t-they situation since high school, and after graduation you decided to move on. You two had flirted since, but he never asked to make concrete plans before.

“Lip, is that really appropriate? I mean, aren’t you still seeing Tammy? What about Fred?”

Lip laughed, now leaning over your hood and fiddling with a random wire. “I’m not seeing Tammy. And Fred’s fine.”

You didn’t respond, instead opting to watch quietly as Lip worked his magic.

“Meet me at my new house at six. Fred and Tammy are at her parent’s place, so don’t worry ‘bout ‘em.”

—

You couldn’t believe yourself. Even after years of telling yourself you were done playing this stupid game, here you were. On Phillip Gallagher’s doorstep. With some homemade cookies in hand.

You knocked, Lip swung the door open and there you were. In Lip’s half-done home.

“Welcome in. D’you make those?” he asked, grabbing the plate from you and placing it in the kitchen next to the spaghetti and bottle of wine.

“Yeah, same recipe that you and your siblings used to love,” you admitted.

“Cool. I made us some—“

“Lip, will you please just tell me why I’m really here?” you blurted, almost feeling bad after seeing Lip’s taken-aback expression.

The two of you stood, waiting, silent for a good minute. Then, Lip spoke up.

“Jesus, I’m really fucking sorry I took so long but I really, really like you (y/n)!”

“‘Sorry you took so long’? It’s been nine. fucking. years! You literally have a child!”

“I know, okay. I know I’ve fucked around and I’ve hurt you, and I feel like shit for it. But there’s always been this stupid thing pulling us back together and I can’t make it stop.”

As much as you wish you could, you couldn’t help but agree. All the late-night studying, babysitting, crazy adventures and innocent flirting never quite left your system, even when you tried to drown it out with alcohol or fuck it away with other men.

“Lip, as much as I’d love to hop back on this train, I have a life now. I have a stable job with an apartment, and—“

“Yeah, and a boatload of shitty men to fill it with.”

“Will you stop acting like i’m some whore? At least I didn’t go and get myself knocked up right out of high school like every other bitch in this neighborhood!” you yelled.

“Oh, because you’re so much better than all of us south-side shit bags, huh?” Lip sneered, taking a step towards you and shoving you towards the wall with both hands tight on your shoulders.

You gasped, wide-eyed as Lip brought his face closer to yours.

“If you’re smart, you’ll accept my advances now and just fucking let me take care of you.”

Your back was now against the wall with nowhere for you to go. Both the window and door were too far for you to reach as you tried to strain your arm.

“Lip, please stop, you’re scaring me!”

“I can’t wait anymore, so either you agree to move in with me or I’ll force you to,” he growled, face mere inches away from yours.

“I’m not fucking moving in with you, Lip! You had your chance to go out with me and you squandered it! Now, you get to accept your fate,” you said, standing up to him.

“Accept my fate, huh? Nice try,” he laughed. Before you could even tell what he was doing, you felt his hand grab your neck and slam your head backwards on the wall. Everything went black.

—

You woke up and looked down at your body, now showered and clean along with wearing a pajama set you'd never seen. You attempted to pull your hands and legs close to your body, only hearing the rattle of chains in response. You were tied to the bed frame in Lip’s new house.

You accepted your fate, looking around at the blank gloomy walls. Lip was too passionate, too betrayed and lonely to ever let you get away again.

“I made some coffee, babe. Want some?” Lip called from the other room. When you didn’t respond, he entered the bedroom himself. He was wearing his Born Free jumpsuit again, with two cups of coffee in his hand.

He took one mug and lifted it to your lips. To your surprise, it wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was just the right temperature.

“I made a big breakfast for you. Granola with greek yogurt, scrambled eggs on toast. Just to boost your fertility.”

Your eyes went wide as he lifted the empty mug from your mouth.

“And you’re gonna need it. After the pills I crushed into your coffee, Fred'll have a playmate in no time,” Lip grinned as you pulled on your chains, crying out for him to let you go.

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hanilessa · 11 months

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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 10. You|she

The spacious living room smelled of freshly baked cookies and wild flowers in a vase on the table. You awkwardly picked up a small cup of hot tea and looked at the little children who, with the happiest faces, were eating the oatmeal cookies that Tonia cooked. You were quite surprised by the fact that a girl at such an early age was able to bake such delicious cookies. She appeared to be less than ten years old.

You took another bite of the cookie and closed your eyes in delight, enjoying the aroma and taste of the mild sweetness. The pieces of chocolate melted pleasantly on your tongue, giving the cookie some bitter taste, which mixed with the powdered sugar applied to the cookie on all sides, giving the cookie a truly amazing taste.

You even thought that it would be nice to ask the girl to give you the recipe for these cookies so that you can make these cookies for your mom and Xiao in the future.

While you were in your thoughts, you didn't notice at all that Tonia's gaze was directed straight at you. The girl looked at you from head to toe, studying and interested, as if she was analyzing something and drawing some conclusions for herself. When you snapped out of your thoughts and looked back at the children, you caught her eye on you.

A slight blush appeared on your cheeks when you realized that you were the object of her observation. You tried to smile friendly and relaxed when the girl smiled back at you, her blue eyes sparkling. You four continued to sit in pleasant silence until Tartaglia approached you.

He looked at your face and shook his head when he noticed that there were cookie crumbs on your face. He leaned a little closer to your face, causing you to blush, and gently ran his thumb over your skin, brushing off the cookie and chocolate crumbs.

"I told you that you can’t even take a step without me." The man chuckled and sat down next to you, leaning back on the couch. "Your face is covered in chocolate. Last time you got dirty in flour. So sloppy. Even my brothers and sister eat more carefully than you!"

Your eye twitched, you blushed in embarrassment and hit him on the thigh, causing the man wince. He teased you as always.

"It isn't true!" You snorted and, defiantly turning your head away from him, took another bite of the cookie.

"The real truth!"

The children watched with interest and curiosity as you both exchanged barbs and snarky remarks about each other. Their blue eyes darted from side to side depending on which of the two of you was speaking.

Your annoyance level started to rise again when Childe reminded you of all the most awkward situations that you were in with him, and you already wanted to start reminding him of his awkward moments when a cheerful voice was heard next to you.

"Sis, do you want me to tell you about how messy big brother is when he cooks for us?" You let Childe go, which you held tightly on his ear in an attempt to avenge him for his teasing, and turned your attention to the youngest child.

Teucer stood right in front of you and flashed his joyful and innocent smile.

"W-what?" The ginger man asked, slightly startled as he turned his attention to his brother. "What are you talking about, Teucer?"

"I remember this moment too!" Anthon exclaimed joyfully and excitedly, and his eyes lit up with some slyness, which he directed at his older brother.

"Hm?" You also smiled slyly, glancing out of the corner of your eye at the ginger man, who noticeably quieted down and stared at his brothers and sister with a pleading look in his eyes. "Then I would love to hear your story about it!"

"Once we were cooking a festive dinner with family." Tonia began to tell, giggling mockingly and looking at her older brother, who gradually began to look like a puppy that was kicked by his owner. "Brother needed to cook pasta, and when he cooked, he was covered in sauce!"

The children burst into loud laughter, brushing away tears of joy from their eyes, and you giggled, watching how Tartaglia's face gradually turns red. He puffs out his cheeks like a small child, and crosses his arms over his chest, showing with all his appearance that he was offended.

"And once Tonia put her red lipstick on big brother while he was sleeping!" You could see from Teucer's face that he liked to tell you about the ridiculous situations his elder brother got himself into. You laughed out loud as you watched Childe's embarrassed expression. "When he woke up, big brother walked around with makeup until the moment he looked in the mirror in the evening!"

You sincerely laughed when you heard Tartaglia snort in annoyance. A slight spark of joy and mischief appeared in your soul when you and he switched places. Now he was the object of your teasing.

"Didn’t anyone tell him that he had lipstick on his lips?" You asked, covering your mouth with your palm to drown out your laughter — this made Tartaglia flinch, because now he was completely fascinated by your laughter.

"When he noticed it, he screamed so loud!" Tonia giggled, throwing a mocking look at the ginger man.

"It was cruel, Tonia!" Childe made a whining sound, embarrassed and offended.

"And we had fun!" The girl smirked and put her hands on her sides, after which she looked at you, as if looking for your approval and support. "Is it true, Y/n?"

"It's true!" You nodded with confidence and smiled at the girl again, catching Tartaglia's offended look on you.

"And more recently, my brother got dirty in toothpaste, and..." Anthon began to say, also wanting to share a funny story about his brother with you, but the ginger man managed to cover his mouth in time, forcing the boy to kick in his arms with displeasure.

"I think you've told Y/n enough stories." Childe said, after which he looked at his brothers and sister with some sternness and asked, "Have you finished with your homework? Should I check it out?"

You noticed how two boys shyly lower their eyes to the floor and blush, throwing timid glances at you. You could tell from their faces that they hadn't done their homework yet. Tartaglia understood this too. They looked so cute that your heart beat faster when you felt this warm and reverent family atmosphere.

But you could tell by Tonia's look that she had done all her homework. The girl smiled as Childe stepped closer to her and patted her ginger head.

"Take an example from your sister!" The ginger man said importantly and instructively, noticing how proudly Tonia tossed her head and smirked. "And while I'm cooking dinner, please finish your homework."

Both boys nodded absently.

"You both will definitely cope with everything!" You smiled reassuringly at them, and a happy twinkle of confidence appeared in the eyes of the little boys.

Anthon and Teucer hurried up to the second floor to finish their homework, full of confidence thanks to you that they could handle everything. Childe looked at you as you looked at his brothers, and for some reason his heart beat with joy. The fact that you got along with his siblings warmed his soul and gave him a sense of calm and serenity.

Tonia noticed her brother's gaze and smiled contentedly. It seemed that the girl understood much more than her silly older brother. A grand plan popped into her head.

"Brother, can I play with Y/n in my room?" Tonia asked, moving closer to the ginger man who was busy with dishes and vegetables in the kitchen.

Tartaglia turned to his sister and smiled, stroking her head, "Sure, you can. Y/n, would you like to play with Tonia while I cook dinner?"

"W-what?" You were in your own thoughts, so you flinched when the ginger man started talking to you. You looked at Tartaglia and his sister, comprehending what he told you. "Yes, sure, I'll keep her company."

The girl clapped her hands happily and walked towards you.

"Thank you, Y/n!" Childe smiled tenderly, and your heart fluttered at how sincerely he smiled at you at that moment. The man returned to cooking, and you continued to look at him, as if spellbound, until Tonia came up to you and pulled you by the hand towards her room.

A satisfied smile appeared on the girl's lips when she noticed your gaze.

"Let's go, we'll have a lot of fun!" You hurriedly stood up and let Tonia lead you towards her room.

"Let's hurry!" You smiled.

You were sitting on a soft chair at the dressing table in front of a large mirror. It was framed with gold edging, and, in fact, Tonia's whole room looked like the room of a real princess. It was very spacious and light in here. The room was dominated by light colors and tones.

On the girl's bed there were many different plush toys, next to the window there was a big dollhouse. If you were a little girl now, you would even envy her very much. Of course, as a child you had toys, but you never had a dollhouse, and with some envy you glanced towards a dollhouse from the corner of your eye.

The light strokes of the comb through your hair calmed you, and you relaxed a little when the little hands of the girl ran through your hair. Tonia asked you to be her model and you gladly agreed. The girl smiled happily as you removed the hair tie and let your hair down. Stars of pure delight shone in her blue eyes.

And now you looked at yourself in the mirror and understood why Tonia was so excited. Your hair was really very beautiful, it flowed down your back, framed your neat little face. Your hair was very soft and silky to the touch — you could see the ginger girl's eyes narrowing contentedly as she ran her hands through your hair.

"I really like your hair!" Tonia said enthusiastically, wielding a comb like a real hairdresser.

"Is it really so?" You smiled at her in the reflection of the mirror, trying to remain still so as not to interfere with her work. The ginger girl nodded contentedly. "And I like the color of your hair."

"It is true?" The girl was carefully combing your hair when a sly smile appeared on her lips. "Then do you like the color of my big brother's hair too?"

Your cheeks instantly turned red, and you excitedly looked at Tonia through the reflection in the mirror. The little girl looked quite pleased and wasn't at all embarrassed by her words.

"W-what?" You stuttered awkwardly, trying not to show your embarrassment, nervously clutching the fabric of your clothes with your hands. "W-why did you think that?"

"Sis, well, it’s logical!" The girl said cheerfully, and leaned over to her nightstand to get out her hair ties and various hairpins. "He's my brother and if you like the color of my hair, then you like his hair color too!"

You smiled shyly.

"That's hard to argue with."

"So don't you deny that you like my brother?" Tonia smiled slyly, continuing to braid your pigtail.

"W-why are you asking me something like that?" There was no limit to your embarrassment, because you couldn't understand how you felt about Childe. "We were talking about his hair!"

"He and his hair are one!" Tonia spoke instructively, continuing to braid your hair. A self-satisfied smile played on her small pink lips. "And if you like his hair, that means you like my brother."

You couldn't resist childish logic, so you chose to just nod absently, continuing to stare embarrassedly at your reflection in the mirror. Gradually, your hair became braided, giving you more cute and childish look.

The girl really made you think about what feelings you could have for Tartaglia. Why did this ginger man evoke such a storm of emotions and feelings in you when you were next to him?

Or when in a big crowd of people the first thing your eyes found were his blue eyes? It was like a reflex. You had the feeling that your body controlled itself and was looking for Childe among all the others.

How could you resist his beautiful eyes? How did your heart still not jump out of your chest when he was next to you every time?

And how could you resist the urge to kiss him on the lips when he smiled at you with such a wonderful smile? These questions quickly changed one after another in your head as Tonia continued to braid your hair.

Stop. What did you just think about?

Kiss him on the lips?

You instantly felt your heart beat much faster, a hot blush rose to your cheeks, and your level of embarrassment reached its maximum heights. When did your thoughts become so unexpected and embarrassing!? You didn't expect such thoughts from yourself.

You tried to calm down, take a deep breath in and out, and grunted in your thoughts. You and him are just colleagues and friends. You shouldn't be thinking about something like that goes beyond work and friendship.

Meanwhile, Tonia continued combing your hair, and when your hairstyle was ready, you smiled happily when the girl began to weave various hair ties and hairpins into your hairstyle. The final decoration was a small hairpin in the form of a bow, which the girl attached to one of your two pigtails.

You were looking at yourself enthusiastically in the mirror when you heard her thin voice behind you.

"She never let me touch her hair."

You froze for a moment and looked up at Tonia's reflection in the mirror, noticing that she was a little sad. You turned to her.

"Who are you speaking about?" You asked as you watched the ginger girl search for something in her big makeup bag.

You didn't use much make-up except for skin care make-up. Therefore, your eyes ran from side to side at the sight of all the variety of cosmetics that the girl had.

"She was always only interested in my brother. She never played with me." Tonia didn't seem to pay attention to your question, but you decided not to repeat your question, just silently continuing to listen to her. She pulled a pink lipstick out of her cosmetic bag and looked at you. "You're completely different. I like to play with you, Y/n!"

You were touched by her words and smiled, "I like to play with you too!"

You spent the time before dinner with Tonia. She gave you a beautiful makeover, telling you some funny stories from her life. At the same time she didn't forget to constantly praise Childe, listing all his best qualities and merits. You just smiled shyly at her as you listened to her stories.

You tried to listen carefully to her voice, but during all this time the thought of who this "she" that Tonia spoke about couldn't leave your head. Was it her friend or friend of her brothers? Why was the ginger girl talking about "her" in such a hurt and upset way?

While you were in your thoughts, you didn't notice that the ginger girl was finally done with your makeup. She moved away from you a few steps and smiled contentedly, proud of the work done.

"It's ready!" Tonia said happily. "You can look at yourself in the mirror!"

You nodded with a smile and turned to the mirror. You involuntarily felt that you were speechless. In your eyes, you looked amazing. Your hair was braided into two long pigtails that adorned various hairpins.

Your eyes were lightly made up with eye shadow, your cheeks were covered in light blush, and a matte pink lipstick was applied on your lips in a thin layer. And in addition to everything on your head was a hairpin with a beautiful puffy bow.

Your cheeks blushed pink as you said, "It's very beautiful, Tonia..."

"You're very beautiful, Y/n." The girl corrected your words and hurried to take your hand, forcing you to rise from chair. "Come on, I want my big brother to see you!"

Your heart was beating fast as the girl said those words. For some reason the fact that Childe would see you like this warmed your heart, but at the same time it thrilled you insanely.

"S-stop, wait a second!"

But the girl was quicker, dragging you with her straight to her brother, because of whom your heart threatened to jump out of your chest.

Tartaglia was busy in the kitchen, standing by the stove and checking the soup was ready. A truly amazing aroma emanated from the pot, and the man smiled contentedly, anticipating his brothers, sister, and you tasting his food with the most enjoying faces. He wouldn't even mind if you complimented him.

Childe wanted to surprise and impress you by cooking you a delicious dinner. The opportunity to show you his culinary skills put him in a state of excitement and some nervousness, because he was very interested in how you would react to this.

Both of you have already cooked and enjoyed food together, but now he wanted to cook something for you on his own to make you happy. The last days you occupied all his thoughts, the ginger man thought about you almost constantly.

And the opportunity to see you next to your family, to see how you get along with his brothers and sister, makes his heart beat joyfully in his chest from the realization that the people who are dear to him — you and his family — were able to find a common language.

He wanted these wonderful days of calm to last as long as possible. Until his life turns into eternal suffering.

"Brother!"

From his gloomy thoughts Tartaglia was pulled out by the sonorous voice of his sister.

"Turn around now and see what beauty you're missing from your sight!" This request was made in a commanding tone, and Childe, smirking, didn't dare to resist, wondering what Tonia was talking about.

And when he turned around, Tartaglia froze in place, and his heart beat faster when he saw you. Your beautiful appearance at that moment was reflected in his blue eyes with a radiance. You stood there in front of him so beautiful and wonderful, smiling shyly and nervously clasping your hands in front of you.

You looked wonderful, and the ginger man was speechless for a few moments, not knowing what he should say. He could have sworn that he saw an angel in reality in front of him.

You bit your lip nervously as you noticed that Childe was standing in front of you in that cute kitchen apron looking completely stunned. And you would certainly have laughed at this, if not for the embarrassment that took possession of you when the eyes of the man looked at you from head to toe.

The silence between the two of you was also very embarrassing, and you already wanted to say something to break this embarrassing silence, but Tartaglia beat you to it, breaking the silence first.

"You're beautiful."

From how confidently this phrase sounded, and from how gentle his voice sounded at that moment, it seemed to you that your heart would break out of your chest now and rush right into his hands. Your cheeks instantly turned red, and you felt a great warm rise to your chest.

Both of you looked into each other's eyes, unable to tear yourself away, and it would seem that nothing could disturb this moment, but when Childe wanted to say something else to you, Teucer and Anthon's voices were heard from the side.

"Big brother! We're done with our homework!" The youngest boy ran up to Tartaglia and hung on his arm, drawing his attention to himself.

Childe's blue eyes left you and the man looked at his brother. You mentally thanked Anthon and Teucer for showing up in the living room at such an opportune moment. But Tonia seemed to be dissatisfied with something.

"Damn, you both messed up again!" She put her hands on her hips and glared at her brothers with irritation.

"What? What are you talking about?" Anthon didn't understand, looking at Tonia and grimacing at her.

"You both will never understand this! You ruined such a romantic moment!" When the girl said these words, your cheeks turned red, and you glanced at Tartaglia, who caught your eye, making you even more embarrassed.

"Stop arguing!" Childe tried to calm the children by getting their attention. "You three should wash your hands, dinner is almost ready!"

The ginger children shouted excitedly and hurried to the bathroom to wash their hands. You smiled as a warm family atmosphere spread over your chest with a pleasant bliss, reminding you of your mother and Xiao.

Dinner came merrily, accompanied by hilarious and funny family stories. Children's voices were heard from each end of the table, the children vied with each other, trying to draw your attention to themselves. You laughed as you listened to their stories and sometimes asked questions that interested you.

You also told some stories from your life, and the ginger children with undisguised desire told you that they would like to meet your brother. You nodded and promised them with a smile that you would definitely introduce them to Xiao someday.

During dinner you often noticed Childe's eyes on you. He looked at you with a strange tenderness in his eyes, which was noticeable in his clear ocean eyes.

You wanted to ask him why Tartaglia was looking at you in this way, but the children constantly took all your attention to themselves, and you couldn't leave them unattended, gradually forgetting about Childe's gaze.

But the ginger man didn't take his eyes off you for a second. Throughout the dinner, his blue eyes studied you carefully, outlining every curve of your body, not leaving unnoticed a single piece of your skin, not a single birthmark and not a single small scar.

His gaze, like himself, succumbed to the pull of your gravity.

After dinner the children, happy and full, fell asleep on the couch in the living room. You gladly decided to help the ginger man clean up the kitchen after cooking and wash the dishes.

You washed the dishes, rinsing it with water, and the man, taking the dishes from your hands, wiped it with a towel. You both did your work in silence until you decided to speak.

"They are so active! They ate and immediately fell asleep." You chuckled as you passed another plate to the man, and at that moment your and his hands touched.

His hand was slightly cool, the skin was rough, but his hand felt very gentle and soft on your hand. Your cheeks flushed when you noticed that the man continued to stare at the place where your and his hand joined.

You exhaled in embarrassment, drawing his attention, and he, as if coming to his senses, jerked his hand away. It seemed to you that he didn't hear your words, but you decided not to tease him about this, maintaining a calm and peaceful atmosphere.

"Thank you for agreeing to come here today." Childe said in a serious voice that he used on the rare occasions when he was truly sincere. "It's very important for me."

"You have nothing to thank me for." You smiled and turned off the water faucet, finishing washing the dishes. "I was happy to meet Tonia, Anthon and Teucer!"

The ginger man froze when he heard your words, which spread in a pleasant warm in his chest.

"Listen, Y/n…" He didn’t have time to finish when you suddenly interrupted him.

"Oh my god, is it this late already?" Your sudden exclamation frightened Tartaglia a little when he noticed how frightened you looked at the clock that hung on the wall. "I need to be home in an hour, I have to receive a package for my report at work!"

You excitedly hurried out of the kitchen, leaving a confused and visibly upset Childe alone. Sighing, he followed you to see you off.

The ginger man found you in the hallway, where you were diligently trying to get your foot into a shoe, that you did quite badly and ridiculously because of your haste. You scolded yourself in your mind.

"Y/n, are you leaving already?" Anthon's voice was heard from the side, it sounded very upset.

You looked up and noticed three children who came closer to you. They looked very sleepy and rubbed their eyes with their hands.

"Y/n has some urgent business and she needs to go." Childe answered for you, he leaned against the wall, fixing his blue eyes on you.

"Wha-at?" Tonia asked in an upset voice, looking pitifully at you with her blue eyes. "Y/n, will you come to us next time?"

"Sure, I'll gladly come to you again!" You smiled and stroked the girl on the head, noticing the adoration and interest with which the youngest child, Teucer, looked at you.

"Then you should definitely come to our family picnic!" The ginger girl insisted, turning to her older brother. "Do you agree with me, brother?"

"You should ask about it not me, but Y/n." Tartaglia chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and giving his sister a mocking look.

"Fool!" The girl snorted, then looked at you with pleading eyes. "Will you come, Y/n?"

"Sure, I'll try to find time for that." You smiled at her again as you picked up your bag from the dresser.

Childe decided to see you off and moved closer to you when his little brother's voice made him freeze in place.

"Big brother, will you and Y/n get married?" Teucer tilted his head, looking at Tartaglia and you with a question and sincere curiosity.

Your heart sank into your heels as you caught Childe's gaze. There was also a slight fear and excitement in his blue eyes. You both froze in place and turned attention to the youngest child, who was looking forward to your answer.

"Ahem…" The ginger man tried to control himself and looked at the boy. "Why do you think so?"

"You and Y/n look happy when both of you are around each other." The words of the child struck you to the core, and you didn't even know what to answer him, but Childe saved awkward position.

"No, Teucer, me and Y/n won't getting married." Tartaglia said, and at that moment it seemed to you that you forgot how to breathe. Just like Childe.

"But why?!" The child sincerely didn't understand, pressing his small hands closer to his chest. "Don't both of you want to always be happy?!"

"Enough, Teucer!" Tonia interrupted him, making an angry face. "You're putting our brother and Y/n in an awkward position."

"It isn't true!" He pursed his lips in resentment, staring at his sister. "Why can't Y/n and big brother get married?!"

"Because we don't love each other." You completed Tartaglia's thought, and for some reason these words came to you with extraordinary difficulty.

Childe felt that he was beginning to lose his mind.

You looked at the ginger man and caught his sad look. It has become very difficult to be here.

"I'm sorry, I really have to go." You said, ignoring painfully contracting heart in your chest that demanded that you stay here. Next to him.

You turned towards the door and walked out of the mansion, leaving Childe and his brothers and sister alone on the threshold of their big house.

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factorialsotherfandoms · 2 months

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writing prompts:

bagi and empanada, baking

archivists, late night

bonus: joui and arthur, cooking

Joui and Arthur (I have tried either before and am still mid series so good luck me...)

"You need the salt next, right?"

Joui has the recipe and Arthur can only half remember what he is doing. It sounds about right, though, so he nods. His attention is mostly taken up by charring the peppers with the spices, making sure everything is appropriately blackened and not burnt. Still, he can just about hear Joui measuring it out.

A small bowl of salt is placed in Arthur's hand. It looks about the amount that his father used to use, so he tosses it in without another thought.

"Thanks Joui," he frees a hand to give him a smile and a thumbs up. "Could you cut the chicken? We need strips."

"Sure!"

Initially Joui picks up the wrong knife, but manages to correct himself with no chicken cut. Arthur is pleased - he likes his veg knife, but cleaning it can be a bitch.

They work in silence for a bit, until Arthur notices something... odd with the pan. Something sticky has formed in it, sticky and orange.

Its... not supposed to be orange.

Quickly Arthur runs through everything in his mind, taking stock of what they have been doing. He can't... see anything that would caramelized? The sugar content shouldn't be that high.

"Joui?" He asks. "Did you add any sugar?"

Joui pauses his chopping, then shakes his head, "no, it was definitely the white crystals not the brown ones."

Okay, so it was... wait.

"Which white crystals?"

Joui looks a little confused, but goes and grabs the bag.

The bag not of salt, but sugar.

Right, he did say his Portuguese around cooking food was terrible.

"Fuck," Arthur breathes out, before looking at their potentially ruined dinner. Thiago and Liz were supposed to be coming over tonight, and they promised Cesar that dinner would be fine, and... he really isn't sure this is salvagavle.

"Okay, um, that's sugar not salt, but we can fix this," how he's not sure, but there must be a way.

"I thought..." Joui looks at the bag and squints at it. "I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Its fine." It isn't fine. "Just..." the spices and peppers are charred, but maybe if he adds enough sweet and sour sauce he can pretend it's a Vultures delicacy? "Right. The clear bottle with the blue lid, we can work with this."

"Are you sure, Arthur-san? I can fix it for you."

"I've got it," Arthur gently nudges him to the cupboard. "Just get the bottle. And slice some carrots?"

He can feel Joui hesitate, but still move to get the requested items. This time Arthur checks them, but everything is fine.

Which, of course, just leaves the problem of fixing the meal, and lying to everyone's faces as he says it was completely intentional...

#OP fanfic #osnf fanfic #I havent finished osnf yet shh let me have my very unlikely domestic post-canon au #I bet not all of them make it tbh #My grandma doesnt pay attention and swaps salt and sugar all the time and the pain #ordem paranormal

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Could i request hcs of riddle, lilia, epel and kalim with a gn! short lover? Like significantly shorter than them? Thank you if you do write this 💖

{Hello! I'm sorry if these feel rushed. They were originally much longer but you see...h a h. I was writing for about 2 hours and made it to the last imagine when Tumblr crashed and I lost all my work. I can't remember half of what I wrote origionally but i hope these are alright! Please enjoy}

Prompt: What if their s/o was shorter than them? Characters: Lilia Vanrouge, Riddle Rosehearts, Epel Felmier, Kalim Al-Asim, Leona KingScholar, Malleus Draconia, Ruggie Bucci

Lilia Vanrouge

Not going to lie, your height doesn't matter much to him. He's used to being the short king and now you both match!

He may get some joy from teasing you. Nothing too bad. Just small things like floating in circles around you, draping himself over your shoulder, using your head as a chin rest, and occasionally taunting you

Likely buys a stuffed plushie at your height. You know, the ones meant to be 'life size' for children. He's an asshole like that

He has definetly asked you to sit on his shoulders and pretend to be one person. You know, with the big trench coat so it looks like you both are one above-average person in height. May or may not walk up to Malleus for a stare-off

All in all, he isn't insecure about his height and really doesn't take yours into consideration either. He may ask if you want to borrow his heels though, just to rub salt in the wound

Riddle Rosehearts

He canonically has a height complex so he gets it. He was raised to seek perfection and knows that he isn't the 'perfect' or 'desirable' height that most people want in a guy

Would never let anyone make a comment about your height. Ace did it once, saying that as a couple you and Riddle could fuse to make a normal sized person. He was collared for a week and no one could do anything about it. Riddle was hella pissed, especially if your feelings were hurt

Riddle carries a bit of toxic masculinity that stems from insecurity. You're height doesn't help because it enforces in him that you are something that needs protection

He treats you like royalty. Holds your hand when you walk down the stairs, guides you by the arm, grabs things from higher places, bends down to kiss your wrist, holds your umbrella when it rains, etc.

He prefers to have the leading role in a relationship and your height kind of makes you less domineering in his eyes

So like, know it stems from his own insecurities but don't let it go too far. Make sure you have a little chat about it

Epel Felmier

Another one with an inferiority complex. He has a feminine appearance, and combined with his height is a recipe waiting for disaster in Epel's eyes

He is literally a ticking time bomb disguised as a harmless flower. He canonically wants to grow into the normative picture of masculinity, and you know? Its understandable. In society's eyes, his personality is nothing like his appearance and that can cause identity issues for anyone

Epel is also another person who secretly likes your height. He likes feeling tall and macho. Likes the way he can slink his arms over your shoulders or when you ask him for help doing things. It makes him feel reliable

Don't be mistaken though. He'll throw your ass under the bus if it means escaping Vil and Rook. You love him right? Do him this favor and be their play thing for a bit

Kalim Al-Asim

Like Riddle, Kalim is a bit protective though it comes from a good place. You see, his homeland is very crowded and there is always some big event going on with large crowds

Crowds that are easy to get lost in. He remembers vividly one time that he nearly lost one of his little siblings. One moment they were playing and the next? Poof! Gone.

He nearly had a heart attack. Was not fun. 0/10 never again please

He doesn't mean to treat you like a kid, but if it's crowded then he's sticking to you. This boy will walk you to all of your classes

Demands that you hold hands or at least hang on to his sleeve. He will pave the way and you won't get run over by the stampede of humans

Other than that? Yeah, nothing much. I think he would love nuzzling your head

One time he catches you climbing a bookcase to reach the top shelf. Next day? There's a ladder. He won't say where it came from but Jamil's tired look is all you need to know

Ruggie Bucci

You know how Kalim worries about you getting lost or trampled? Hah. Ruggie is sitting back with some popcorn and enjoying the show

This lovesick fool can spot you a mile away despite how everyone else towers over you. He's got your scent memorized, and even knows small things like your walking pace and movement patterns

He feels slightly proud, watching you weave your way through the halls like a ninja or accommodating a world that favors tall people to work on your behalf. Those reflexes of yours could do wonders in the slums...want to learn the art of pick pocketing?

We all know he's too much of an ass not to make height jokes. He's around the average build himself, but can't resist how easy it is to dangle things out of your reach

Leona KingScholar

Asshole

Purposefully puts things out of your reach, just so he can sit back and watch you struggle to get it.

His personal favorite is watching you climb the kitchen countertops to get him the snack he wanted. Its free entertainment, and he's happy to see the lengths you will go to make him happy

He walks quick and most of the time doesn't have patience for your slower pace. Definetly the type to throw you over his shoulder so he can walk faster

Likes the way his jacket reaches past your thighs. You should wear more of his stuff

Don't get me wrong though. No one else is allowed to be an ass to you aside from him (and sometimes Ruggie). One time a freshman made a sex joke about your height difference and got decked right across the jaw

Malleus Draconia

Perfect gentleman. Finds your height difference adorable and questions if you're a fairy and not a human

I know it might not be what you want to hear, but like Lilia, Malleus doesn't care. You're you, ya know? He's been alive for so long, do you seriously think that appearance is the thing he is picky about when choosing a partner?

Unlike Leona, he does everything he can to accommodate you. He'll walk slower and have foot stools placed everywhere in his dorm (and home because he wants you comfortable if you ever visit his residence in Briar Valley). He's aware that everything he has is meant to accommodate someone 6ft+ and wants you to feel welcome

He full on has to squat to kiss you, which looks awkward to the onlooker but he doesn't care. He's laying claim to what's his and if it bugs you then he's more than happy to pick you up. Wrap your legs around his waist and give him a peck on the lips or forehead. The man will be putty in your hands

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