#(•^°) the kitchen is burning. Cooking is hard

[dairyfaerie]

Home Invasion

[‼️Warnings‼️]: Impersonation, Non-consensual touching / Dubcon themes, Pregnancy tension ,Obsessive behavior Stalking / Emotional manipulation, Identity confusion / Multiverse horror, Alternate! Mark Grayson, Psychological + light body horror, Delusional possessiveness, Implied violence & dread

-If any of these themes upset you, skip this one, babes. Don’t say I didn’t warn you-

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

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The sauce was starting to burn.

You didn’t notice.

Mark had told you to stay inside. Said there was something brewing—big, dangerous, world-ending big. His tone had been different this time. Scared, almost. You hadn't seen him scared since the Viltrumites showed up the first time.

He left with a kiss on your forehead and a trembling, “Wait for me.”

That was three days ago.

So when the knock came—firm, purposeful—you rushed to the door without a second thought.

And there he was.

Or… something like him.

“Mark?”

He nodded once, slow. His suit wasn’t the one he’d worn last. It was yellow and black, sleeker, almost tactical in design. Harsh lines where there used to be curves. It looked like something someone wore to hunt gods.

And the goggles.

Opaque black. No eyes. No reflection. Just your stunned face looking back at you in tiny warped pieces.

“…Where’ve you been?” you asked with a soft smile. “You look like you came out of a war movie.”

He stepped inside without a word, and you took a breath as he passed. His scent was different—same cologne, but… colder. Like he'd been flying through ash and fog for hours.

“I was just cooking,” you said, closing the door behind you. “I made spaghetti. With too much garlic, because apparently I’m trying to kill you slowly.”

Still nothing.

You glanced at him. He was standing in the living room, looking around like it was foreign. Like your home was a museum exhibit he used to live in.

You forced a laugh. “Okay, I know the silence thing is new. Did you lose your voice? What’s with the mysterious vibe?”

“I’m just tired,” he said finally. The voice was close, but a shade deeper. Rougher. Like gravel under honey.

“Yeah. I figured.” You walked over to him and gently reached for his hand. “You want to talk about it?”

He didn’t pull away. His fingers closed around yours slowly, testing the shape of you.

“We’re safe now,” you said softly. “You can rest.”

He nodded again. “Safe.”

Your other hand rested on your belly. “She kicked today.”

At that, his head tilted slightly. Like the word "she" was a code he couldn’t crack.

You smiled. “Hard, too. Like she was mad you were late.”

A pause.

“…She?”

You nodded. “I haven’t gotten it confirmed yet, but it feels like a girl. Deborah. After your mom. What do you think?”

He didn’t answer. His head dipped slightly, the way Mark did when he was overwhelmed. He stepped closer, slow and reverent, until his hands were resting gently on the swell of your belly. You could feel the tension in his arms.

“She’s strong,” he whispered.

“Like her dad.”

A strangled sound left him. Maybe a laugh. Maybe a sob.

You smiled and leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You hungry? I think I scorched the sauce but I can salvage it.”

You turned, heading back toward the kitchen, but his hand caught yours and pulled you gently, firmly, back toward him.

His hands slid around your waist. His lips brushed your neck, jaw, cheek. It felt… familiar. Comforting.

Until it wasn’t.

“I missed this,” he murmured. “You. All of you. No one else ever mattered. Just you.”

You smiled softly, cheeks turning a pretty red. “You’re so sweet baby...”

Flustered, you turned away from him and spoke again. “Hungry? I may have burnt the sauce, but I can fix it.”

You turned toward the kitchen, but his hand caught yours. Firm. Insistent.

Mark's arms circled you, pulling you close. You felt his lips, his mouth as it traced your neck, warm and familiar.

You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent, the closeness. Relaxing into the hard, firmness of his muscles underneath his suit.

His hands slid beneath your shirt slowly, fingers pressing softly on your skin as if afraid to hurt you…Then they grew bolder, sliding up to your swollen breasts, kneading them underneath your bra. Your pulse raced as you let out a small whimper of enjoyment.

He bit into your neck then, sucking your flesh and bruising it as he pressed his hips into you, the outline of his cock rubbing between your butt. You moaned softly and he growled into your ear, turning you around and kissing

You responded eagerly, your hands weaving into his hair, savoring the moment. It had been a minute since the two of you had REALLY engaged in anything too intimate.

The world narrowed to heat and touch, your shared movements becoming more urgent, more insistent and intense. Whispered how much you'd missed him those three days he was gone..how much you loved him… Then, slowly, the kisses slowed—became calculated.

His grip tightened—not on your waist, but around your throat. When had he gotten there?

Your eyes snapped open and you let out a chirp of uncomfort and slight confusion as you looked at him. Because Mark would usually ask before trying something new while they were being intimate.

And as the dizzy high faded she began to realize that… something in his kiss felt…off. Like he wasn’t savoring, but studying. Memorizing. "O-Oh Mark..?"

He didn’t lift his head. The black lenses hid his eyes, his lips parted as he panted softly in front you.

His fingers dug in your neck just enough to claim, not kill.

A voice, low and harsh, whispered in your ear, a quiet giggle slipping from swollen lips, “Oh Baby…How gullible you are…You've always been like this..so cute and naive..I guess some things never change”

Your breath caught and you looked up at Mark.

"W-What..?"

“But here? Here you’re weak. Pregnant. Devoted.”

His hold crushed, steady.

“And you’re mine.”

His voice turned cruel, unhinged.

His lips pressed harder against your neck and you mewled, frightened.

"Mark, what's the matter with you? You're s-scaring me! A-And holding me too tight-"

You struggled against him, heart hammering as Mark's crazed smile slowly vanished upon hearing the fear in your voice.

The goggles reflected only your terror.

Then he said it.

“You’ll never leave me again. Not this time.”

You froze.

Your heart stuttered.

“…What?”

His hand tightened on your hip. “You’ll see. It’s better this way. I’ll keep you safe this time. I swear it.”

The voice was wrong now. Not just deeper. Unstable. Cracking under its own weight.

You slowly pulled back, his hands loosening on you.

“Mark,” you whispered. “Take off the goggles.”

He didn’t move.

“Take them off, Mark,” you pleaded, louder this time. "Please.."

Still, he stayed still as stone

You stepped away, slowly, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the bubbling pot behind you. You felt your heart hammer in your chest as something in your mind screamed that this man in front of you was NOT Mark.

“W-Who are you…?.”

“I am yours,” Not-Mark hissed suddenly, the calm, cruel facade fracturing. “ As you are mine. In this universe and the next.”

Your blood ran cold. 'This universe?' What the fuck??

“What—”

“In my dimension,” he cut in, stalking toward you slowly, “you left. Or TRIED to leave. After I did what had to be done. After I made us safe. You said I scared you. Me. After everything I sacrificed for YOU. After I HELPED you when Dad tried to kill you.”

You backed up until your spine hit the counter, your eyes wide with fear.

“I loved you,” he said, the words shaking, voice filled with raw and bitter emotion. “I killed Mom for you. Killed Nolan. Killed everybody. EVERYBODY for US. And after all we'd been through… You said I wasn’t Mark anymore. You said I was sick. Crazy…EVIL.”

You grabbed the knife from the cutting board where you'd been cutting garlic.

“And maybe I was,” he breathed. “ Maybe… B-But I got better. I got better, Baby. Had only killed about 0ne hundred people before Angstrom came and captured me and the other variants. And when Angstrom told me you were alive out here, that your Mark had managed to keep you alive and even MARRIED you? I knew That I could have you…WELL, I almost believed there was some higher being up there… And who would've thought I'd not only find you…But here you are… Pregnant. Alone. Waiting…Just for ME~”

His voice broke into a twisted, malicious grin and giggled gleefully.

The pot beside you began bubbling over, the smell of burnt marinara sauce filling the air. You trembled with anxiety and fear as you brandished and held the knife in front of you. "P-Please…I'm not…I don't know what happened to you…or who I..I was to you in your…ah.. dimension…But I…I'm not yours…M-My Mark is going to come home and if you…if you hurt me…I guarantee-"

You were interrupted by the sound of him giggling again before exploding into full blown maniacal laughter. Like you'd just said the funniest thing in the world. When he finished he sighed and watched as you trembled, one hand holding the kitchen knife and the other holding your belly protectively. So cute…And so dumb.

“ I wouldn't dream of hurting you…Not again…Not when I've been granted a second chance to claim you…No…No…I think I'll be taking you now… Because at the end of it all..You're mine. And you'll ALWAYS be mine. In every universe. No matter what… And Your Mark? He's probably dead by now..The other variants aren't as calm as I am...In fact..If he isn't dead yet..he'll wish he was soon."

You didn't have time to respond, the smell of burnt food filling your nostrils and making you weak. Weak and distracted enough for him to act.

Didn't have time to react as he lunged, a maniacal smirk painted on his face.

You screamed.

Idk guys...Between college and panic attacks.. I gotta hyperfixate on smth-

Should I do a part 2?

[sammyquarius]

The JukeJoint

Note: This is part 2 of Beneath the Mississippi. Enjoy

Part 1:

Clarksdale, Mississippi – That Night

The juke joint pulsed with life.

It was loud, packed, and hazy with the sweat of laughter, fried food, and cheap perfume. The sound of blues guitar slid through the air like smoke low, slow, aching. Folks crowded into the small wooden building, their bodies swaying to the music like the whole place was holding its breath and remembering how to breathe all at once.

In the back kitchen, Annie moved like she never left.

Her hands seasoned meat like a memory. Cornmeal battered catfish cracked in hot oil. Steam rose from pots and pans like the past boiling over, and every now and then, she’d glance through the small order window and see Smoke moving through the crowd like a shadow with too much weight on his shoulders.

He hadn’t said much since she agreed to cook. Just gave her that same quiet look, like he didn’t quite believe she was real.

But Annie was real—and so was the attention she drew.

Out in the joint, a tall, caramel-skinned man in suspenders leaned on the bar beside her serving window, watching her with a little too much interest and an easy smile.

“Girl, if I’d known heaven was back in town, I would’ve set up a welcome parade,” he said loud enough for Smoke to hear.

Annie rolled her eyes but didn’t bother hiding the smirk. “Get outta here, Leon,” she called, her tone dry.

“I’m just sayin’, if you cook like that and look like that, Smoke better watch his step.”

Smoke stiffened across the room, glass halfway to his lips. His jaw clenched tight enough to crack the glass if he wasn't careful. Stack saw it right away.

“Oh hell,” Stack muttered, grinning behind his cigarette. “Here come the thunder.”

Smoke didn’t answer. He just kept watching, eyes locked on Annie and the man grinning at her like he had a shot in hell.

Stack nudged his girl Mary beside him. “Better go keep my fool brother from blowing a gasket. You know how he gets.”

Mary arched one perfectly plucked brow, her pink lips twitching with amusement. “He better not say a damn word unless he wants her to walk out again.”

Stack smirked. “I’m just here for the drama. And the hushpuppies.”

Mary smacked his chest and moved toward Annie.

Back in the kitchen, Annie felt the shift before she saw him. Smoke stepped through the swinging door like a storm rolling in off the delta.

“You enjoying the attention?” he asked low, trying like hell to sound casual and failing miserably.

Annie didn’t turn around. “I’m cooking, Smoke. Not auditioning for a man.”

“You didn’t shut it down either.”

That got her to spin around, eyes flashing. “Excuse me?”

Smoke took a step closer. “He was flirting.”

“And?”

“I don’t like it.”

Annie laughed. It wasn’t kind. “You don’t get to like or not like anything, Smoke. You gave that up when you walked away.”

He winced like she’d hit him. Maybe she had.

Before things could go further, Mary stepped in, cool and collected, like she’d been watching from the shadows. “Okay, y’all need to cool it before somebody gets burned,” she said, slipping off her gloves and tying on an apron. “I came to help. Lord knows Stack ain’t doing nothin’ but talking loud and looking pretty.”

Annie’s lips twitched. “You sure you want to be back here with us broken folk?”

Mary shrugged, eyes soft but tired. “Stack and I fight more than we don’t some days. He says he’s tryin’ to protect me, but half the time it just feels like he’s pushin’ me away. Like lovin’ me out loud is something he’s afraid of.” She glanced at Annie, her voice steady. “But I stay. Even when it’s hard. Even when he makes me question if I should.”

Annie blinked, surprised by the rawness in her words.

“We all got our fights,” Mary said gently. “Yours just came back wearing boots and regrets.”

She glanced at Smoke, then gave Annie a quiet nod of sisterhood. “Don’t let the past boss your present. You want to cuss him out, do it. You want to feed him? Do that too. But make sure it’s what you want.”

Smoke stood there, silent, watching the two women find something he couldn’t touch. Something he didn’t have anymore. Not yet.

Stack poked his head in, grinning. “Y’all done? Or should I send for the church elders?”

“Boy, get outta here,” Mary snapped.

“Just making sure nobody’s bleeding.”

Smoke turned to leave, the scent of fried catfish and hard truths thick in the air.

Annie watched him go, heart thudding like a drum in her chest. She didn’t know what would happen tomorrow. Hell, she didn’t know what would happen in the next five minutes. But she had her apron on, her hands full, and Mary beside her.

And for now, that was enough.

Gonna start working on part 3!

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

I need more of that sad little teleporting hero 🤍

referring toooooo

The hero stared at the blinding screen of their laptop, at the millions of statistics they had to work through.

Their burning eyes dared to drift to the time display at the bottom of the screen which informed them that it was already three in the morning and they realised slowly, agonisingly, painfully that those files needed to be done by the end of the week or else they’d fall behind.

Although they had been sitting at the desk for over five hours, they felt like they had achieved very little.

The amount of files didn’t seem to decrease — quite a contrary development to the increase in mistakes they found while scrolling through several reports.

They swallowed.

With patrol, training and normal working hours, this was a little overwhelming. They had trouble with sleeping. Trouble with orientation. Mundane things like shopping and cooking, cleaning or laundry were annoyingly demanding. On top of that, caring for their own wounds became stupidly difficult.

Still staring at the screen, they blinked several times.

It wasn’t ideal at the moment, but they could do this. They had to do this. Other heroes didn’t complain, other heroes didn’t fall behind. If they wanted to help people, if they really wanted to do good, they had to live through the tough times as well as the good times.

Sometimes they just wondered when those good times would finally approach them. When those soft days on which everything felt easier, when those sunny and quiet days would finally be here. The hero wondered what it would feel like to be successful. To save people on a daily basis. To do good. To be admired, to be loved.

They wondered if they would ever feel anything besides this crushing solitary fatigue that knocked them out at six in the morning. They closed their eyes, just for a few seconds.

Their wrists were hurting. Their back burnt. They told themselves to relax. To take things slow. They needed to focus. They needed to think about something good, something comforting. Something that gave them strength.

When they opened their eyes, however, they quickly realised that they were not sitting in the kitchen anymore.

They were standing in a dark room. Instantly, their knees gave out under them and they fell to the ground, their metabolism unprepared for the sudden shifting position. Their arms could barely hold them up.

The hero cursed quietly under their breath as it dawned on them that they must have teleported into their bedroom again. They stood up anew on shaky legs, bumping against the bed, and frowned as a headache formed like bruise. They didn’t remember shutting their blindfolds.

And then, suddenly, they froze completely. They heard a groan. Shuffling bedsheets. Now, the hero was wide awake. Fear and panic overwhelmed them quickly and they supposed they’d die of a heart attack any second now.

The light on the nightstand turned on.

And the hero wanted to sink into the ground and never appear again. This wasn’t their room at all.

“What the hell are you doing here?” the villain asked. They were clearly half asleep and visibly upset about being woken up.

The hero’s eyes widened, their heart dropped.

“I’m so sorry,” they said quickly. “I didn’t — I…I’m sorry, I teleported here, I don’t know why.”

The villain turned around in their bed, hiding their eyes from the light on the nightstand.

“Whatever,” they mumbled. The villain stretched out their arm and tried to turn off the lamp. They struggled and groaned again until it finally did turn off, leaving the hero in the dark.

“I’m sorry,” the hero whispered again. “I…don’t think I have the energy to teleport back.”

“Did that superhero abuse you again?” the villain asked. Their face was buried in their pillows, so it was quite hard to understand them.

But the hero had heard it. Of course they had.

“…they’re not—”

“I’m not gonna argue with you,” the villain said. They turned in bed, as if their enemy wasn’t standing in their bedroom.

“…can I take the couch? Just for a few hours? I don’t have any money for a taxi. No shoes, no jacket, I…” They dug their fingernails into their palms. Whenever the villain brought it up, it became realer. It wasn’t something the hero could put gloss on and call it a day.

Abuse. Was that really what it was? Or just a demanding job? Something a hero had to endure?

“Haven’t cleaned the couch yet,” the villain said.

“Oh.” Silence. They doubted they could borrow the villain’s shoes. They doubted they’d even fit. Their apartment was on the other side of the city.

“Are you injured?” the villain asked. Their voice was softer this time.

“No,” the hero said. They had a couple of bad bruises and the headache wasn’t that pleasant either, but they figured the villain was interested in the very bad stuff.

“Good,” the villain sighed. “Do you teleport when you’re having nightmares?”

“I used to,” the hero admitted. “How did you…?”

“Just a guess. Hop in.”

“Sorry?”

“Get in the bed or go back home. Your choice.” The hero stared at the darkness of the room. They couldn’t see the villain. Could barely feel their presence at all.

And yet. And yet, the villain was close. So very close. After standing there for a whole minute, an entire horribly long minute, they moved. They took off their socks first, then their pants. They decided to keep their shirt on to maintain their decency.

As the hero stood there at the edge of the bed, they hesitated. Wasn’t this against the rules? Was sharing a bed allowed? Did that go against any regulations? They worried their bottom lip between their teeth.

“Just come here,” the villain mumbled and the hero obeyed silently, letting themselves sink into the mattress and pillows of the villain’s bed for some reason. The villain promptly threw the blanket over the hero and to the hero’s surprise, took a hold of the hero’s hand. “Relax.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re not. You’re overthinking everything. Close your eyes,” the villain whispered. The hero did so. “Think of something calm. Something that calms you. The sound of waves. The forest, maybe?”

The hero’s muscles relaxed. Their pain ebbed gradually. They did think of something like that. Someone like that.

“Soften your breathing.” The hero did so. Their thoughts were drifting away, leaving behind the warmth the villain radiated under the blanket and the feeling of their hand in the hero’s.

Inexplicably, the hero was asleep within the next few seconds and the villain’s gentle words echoed in their mind, but they came from very very far away.

[ghoulishhx]

i yeaaarnnn to be ‘used’ by frank whenever he wants to. he’d suddenly bend me over and just fuck me roughly while being degrading obvy😩

this. yes. absolutely yes. omg

also I'm so sorry for disappearing on you all, I'm gonna keep it real I completely crashed and burned with my mental health. a lot has happened in my personal life these past few weeks that have exhausted me to fuck so I needed some time to focus on myself. I'm gonna try get back to my regular posting. thank you for your patience ♡

in happier news though, tomorrow is my birthdayyyyyy :3 so enjoy this tiny lil drabble as a lil present

- MDNI below the cut :3 -

I believe frank is like a feral dog when it comes to his girl. watching you do anything domestic makes his monkey brain go crazy and he just needs you right there and then. the feeling is mutual of course, and you're more than happy to oblige.

maybe he watches you in the kitchen, hair up out of your face wearing nothing but a thin short summer dress because of the scorching heat (absolutely taking inspiration for that from the state of the UK rn in this godforsaken heatwave), you're just minding your business washing dishes and you feel frank coming up behind you, trailing his coarse hands along your front, grabbing and squeezing at your soft breasts deliciously peaking through the top of your dress as he trails his lips down your neck, nibbling the skin.

"frankie- what are you doing? aren't you too warm-"

"don't care, need ya now."

he flips you around and bends you over your kitchen table, hiking your dress up above your hips and exposing your dripping cunt to him. he hums appreciatively as he toys your throbbing clit with his calloused thumb between your legs, collecting your slick and coating his cock in your juice. you can't help but jolt into his touch, your body subconsciously opening yourself up to him.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes himself fully inside and begins a punishing pace. your eyes well with tears by the force of his hips, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room along with your strangled moans. the sting of him stretching you out only floods his cock more.

"feel so fuckin' good doll, always so perfect and tight f'me" he mutters to himself as he slaps your ass, the sting hurting so good as the tip of his cock touches your cervix. it's not long until you're creaming around his member, covering him with a ring of your arousal at the base before he fills you up with his own seed....

or maybe you're in the shower, humming the melody to your favourite song as you look up and notice him standing and staring at you from the doorway, his hand confidently resting on his large bulge in his jeans as he watches you intently. Frank can't help but practically lick his lips at the sight of your hard nipples, the way the water cascades down your figure, the soap coating your body with delicious bubbles. it's not long before hes stripping himself off and taking you up against the cool tile wall of your shower, wrapping your legs around his hips as he thrusts himself up into you.

"couldn't help m'self sweetheart, ya just looked too damn good..." he mumbles into your neck as he sucks purple bruises all over you, marking you. "you dunno what ya do t'me"

or finally, you're out together at a bar and he watches the bar tender look at you for too long, notices the way his eyes leer over your body as he hands you your vodka cranberry. the way his lips curl into a smile as your fingers graze his as he hands over your drink. Frank can't take it anymore, he slams a 50 dollar bill on the table and grabs your wrist, whisking you away to the nearest bathroom and fucks your brains out in earshot of the bartender, making sure he knows you belong to him and only him.

"that's it baby, let it all out. let everyone know who's making ya feel this good. let everyone know who ya belong to"

a/n: idk if this is any good, just something I cooked up while not being able to sleep. I'm sorry if it's mid </3

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Chef X G/N Actor Reader

This is my first request for a Yan online! YIPPEE :D I don't think I'd respond to questions again because damn it ruined my engagement last time. This took me way longer then expected to get done(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)Guys I need you to understand how long it took me to figure out how this guy was gonna lose his mind(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) - Jay

Trigger Warnings! Putting people in harms way, Unhealthy Protectiveness, Violence, Gore, Cannibalism, Tricked into Cannibalism, This Fic gets a little darker then my normal stuff! This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour or crimes irl!

🔪Yandere Chef who worked at his families restaurant till he was 17. He was taught to cook with love and care! He then got the opportunity to learn professionally were he spent years working with the best of the best! It's wasn't about fun anymore it was about perfection.

🔪Yandere Chef didn't like people by the end of his training and worked out private work was so much more isolating then high class restaurants. He would come in for romantic dinners, parties, whatever, whenever. He didn't care.

That's where he met you. Wade learnt what to expect from certain clients. Influences usually want small appetizers for parties, athletes want meals they can heat up but you. Actor's usually want a show piece for events, you just wanted your favourite meal alone on your birthday. How bizarre?

🔪Yandere Chef knocked at your penthouse. You opened the door. "Hiya! You're here!" Wade isn't used to people talking so excitedly around him. It reminds him of his childhood before yelling negatively was what ingrained into him. He didn't really like having these feelings brought up in him.

🔪Yandere Chef was lead to your kitchen where you had all the ingredients neatly laid out, cute. What surprised him more was when you sat opposite him elbows on the counter. "You don't need to be about. I won't burn your kitchen down." "Oh! I know! I just wanted to keep you company! If I'm allowed?"

🔪Yandere Chef was taken aback. "Who am I to deny you on your birthday?" He was so curious about you that for the first time he questioned a client. "Why are you alone on your birthday?" "Oh! I prefer being on my own!" "Amen to that." He mumbles while focusing on the meal.

He plated your meal and to his surprise you ate all of it. If it's one thing he's learnt from celebrities is that they never eat everything. Something about being "humble" or not being "greedy", whatever it's insulting to see the food he spends hours cooking get only half ate.

"This is so good! You're so talented!" You were so excited over his food it threw him off guard.

🔪Yandere Chef felt a little embarrassed. He's not had so much praise since he was a child. He was more thrown of guard when you tried tipping him on your birthday. "You don't need to do that." He tried resisting but you wouldn't let it happen. "Please, I really, really want to! I haven't had such a delicious meal in a while!"

Wade went home looking going through the cash you gave him. Most of the time celebrities pre pay, completely ignore him and send him on his way. On a bad day he'll actively hear people negatively talk about his food. You were so happy it was such a harsh contrast.

🔪Yandere Chef was hired for a house warming party. Some rich actor wanting show off his mansion. He was there hours early making appetizers because none wants a real meal anymore. He had everything set up and was about to leave and till his client stood in his pathway.

"Listen it's totally optional but you're hard to get and I think if you showed your face it'd be pretty cool. I mean you're notoriously hard to get and I did give you a generous tip."

That's how Wade ended up with swirling red wine around in a glass, sat on an expensive sofa debating if he should stain it. He had people come up to him mainly trying to hire him or trying to get gossip on his prior clients. He was going to leave when he hears someone from the other side of the room. "Oh my! Wade! Hiya!" You come rushing over. "I thought you made the food, it's so delicious!" Then like a proud parent you dragged him around telling everyone how good the food is and how they should try it. It was so embarrassing!

🔪Yandere Chef was leaning on a wall watching you talk to others. Why does he always feels so embarrassed around you? That's when your laugh brought a realisation within him. You're so pure in such a vile industry. You remind him of his family restaurant, where there was hard work but joy in his creations.

Wade noticed the way some of the others side eyed you. He felt a scoff come from his throat, they were so stuck up, it irritates him.

🔪Yandere Chef takes his hands in yours. "Would you want me to make you another meal? This one's on me." The host's visitors were all shocked. Behaviour like this wasn't common! He noticed the eyes on you made you embarrassed. "I don't mind..." You mumble.

🔪Yandere Chef was making something for you in your kitchen. He was actually trying to engage with you this time. "So." Wade said cutting up vegetables. "You're an actor but you get nervous at parties, why?" He watches you trace circles in your counter. "I don't know...I was a child actor so I suppose it's all I've known." His face hardens.

🔪Yandere Chef thinks you deserve better. I mean you're a good actor but you're better then acting in his eyes. "How many movies have you been in then?" "Didn't you look me up?" "No?" Everything went silent. You had lunged forward over the counter and hugged him. "You're the first person not to goggle me in a while..." You mumbled into his shoulder.

Now the two of you had a sort of alliance or whatever. You called it a friendship.

🔪Yandere Chef was cooking for some rich couple while they were watching TV in the living room. He didn't mind, the women was sweet but the man was cold. He's glad they left him alone. He could faintly hear the TV when your voice was on the screen. Must of been a show or movie you were in.

Wade felt himself smile when he can hear your faint voice from the screen. That's when he can hear his client being rude about your appearance.How dare they!?

🔪Yandere Chef was following a recipe from the husbands descendants. The ink was smudged already in some places so what if he smudged the part on how much spice he was suppose to put in the meal?

It was too spicy. The couple started yelling at him. But he simply pointed at the recipe he followed. By the end the couple was apologising to him completely unaware Wade was in fact to blame.

🔪Yandere Chef didn't like people who were rude to his friends. And you were his friend now. You said so.

🔪Yandere Chef started hanging out with you more and realised maybe he didn't hate all rich people. (Acting like he isn't yk...rich)You were so down to earth. Wade had you round his house watching movies when and advert for your show came on.

You cringed leaning on wades chest to hide your face. "Mute it! Mute it!" You cried. "Seriously you don't need to act." He rubbed the side of your arm. "I just don't want to feel useless.." That's when it hit him, the best idea he ever had in his entire life.

🔪Yandere Chef opened a restaurant! The famous private chef opening up a small restaurant in a busy part of the city. He had the help from his business friend (Yandere Ex Wife cough cough) to insure it.

🔪Yandere Chef needed your help. Well need is a strong word. It gave you a reason not to act, helping your friend! The more you helped, the closer you two got, the closer you two got, the stronger he's feelings for you grew. Manifesting into someone more sinister.

Who complemented him it never meant anything compared to you. You would come in to help the chef's to clean the kitchen after the shifts sometimes too! Aren't you a cutie?

🔪Yandere Chef was opening up early in the morning. Putting his keys into the door but before turning he hears your voice. "Wade! I'm on my way to a magazine shoot but I made you something!" You show a box of homemade sweet treats. "Don't eat them Infront of me...I don't want to know what a renowned chef thinks of my online recipes!" He watches you run off. He hates that your still in the public eye. So casually complacent with your discomfort because what if the change is worse than the norm?

🔪Yandere Chef sat in an empty booth of his restaurant before his employees came in. He opened the box and to see cookies, brownies and sorts. He bites into one. It was so average but tasted so good. Thick tears run down his face, splattering against the table. He's never been the one served food before. Since he was a child he always cooked his food and dinner. Unprovoked act of kindness was something that hit him in a sensitive spot.

🔪Yandere Chef kept working and till he heard you had came to visit. As much as he complains about you being in the public eye but you haven't done any acting since he opened his restaurant, I suppose Wade's plan sort of worked.

Wade walked through. He was going to ask you round his, he as many times before but this time it romantic. He wants you, He needs you to be his. He see's your gorgeous face but before he can talk to you, A waiter has got your attention to try and flirt with you. This angered him. You don't deserve some dirt like that, the world doesn't deserve you. Nobody deserves you.

🔪Yandere Chef had staff stay back to help him clean. Purposely giving the guy trying to flirt with you a hard job so he stays back longer. "Boss, I'm done. I'm going to clock out for the day,Okay?" He turned his back not being able to see Wade pick up a meat tenderizer and smash it on the back of his head.

The lifeless body lays on the white kitchen floor. Wade had already turned the cameras off. The cameras needed to be reset anyway so nobody knows who came in and never came out. The servers head was caved at the back, a slight dent filled with dark red blood before overflowing onto the floor. "Disgusting pig." He said while spitting on the corpse. Wade took out his own personal cooking utensils from a tool box. Taking out a meat cleaver he slides it along the body's corpse angling it away from the corpse and pushes down in a sliding motion skinning the flesh of the bone. It reminds Wade of how his father taught him to handle meat while preparing a dish.

You were in bed, it was quarter to midnight and you were snuggled in your bed thinking about your day. You hope Wade likes the food you made. He was very supportive! Acting was something you felt like you grew out of and he understood that. You've been trying to stay out of the public eye since but it's all you've ever known. Maybe you could ask Wade for a job? Is that scummy? I mean he was so caring! While you were debating the ethics of asking your friend for a job, you hear a knock on your door.

You were scared a little. Checking your doorbell camera, you see Wade waiting there. "What are you doing here?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "Midnight snack?" He ruffles your hair. Usually you wouldn't eat so late at night but Wades such a good Chef. It was a meat you've never tried before goat, horses? It was strange.

Little did you know Yandere Chef had feed you the man who tried to flirt with you.You didn't know is this is a morbid start to a brutal end.

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Kalim

Though you don’t remember much of parties from your world, Kalim’s parties at Scarabia do help you in coming out of your shell. Despite his extroverted nature, Kalim always makes sure that everyone, including you, is having the time of their life. You’re so appreciative that you wish you can do the same for Kalim.

Then, the idea hits you.

Over the course of the school week, you organize the spare bedroom with spare sheets that you have and do some cleaning. On that Friday, you are nervous out of your wits, but you finally gather the courage to ask him to have a sleepover at Ramshackle Dorm. In his chipper and excitable way, Kalim is very honored to accept your invitation. He will see you after club activities that night.

Hearing Kalim accept your offer should help tame your nerves, but it only makes them more rattled. Maybe Kalim has high expectations of you. Oh, you feel sick to the stomach.

Thanks to Jamil being able to keep secrets, he offers you some recipes that remind Kalim of home. They’re basic, but they won’t break your bank either.

At least it will give Kalim something to be impressed by.

You are finishing the cooking, which makes Grim droll like crazy, when you get the anticipated knock at the door. You cover the pots and pans to keep the heat of the dishes (and to ensure that if Grim tries anything funny, he’ll get a warning burn touch). You take deep breaths before you answer the door, and when you do, you catch Kalim with beaming eyes and a full luggage trailing behind him.

He greets you with a hug. “Hi, Prefect! Thank you for inviting me over to your dorm. The place looks great! Wait…You’re cooking something? It smells wonderful in there! May I come in?”

“Yes, yes, you may,” you reply, stuttering and moving away to give your guest room to enter.

Yanking his luggage behind him, Kalim makes his way to the living room. He asks if he can sit his things by the couch. When you answer his questions with permission, Kalim leans his things against the couch and immediately wants to know where your kitchen is. You guide him over there and handle the freshly made meal, thanks to Jamil’s instruction. Kalim’s eyes sparkle at your hard work.

“Prefect! These are my favorites! How did you know?”

“Oh, uh.” Your cheeks flush, and you scratch the back of your head. “A little bird told me,” you reply metaphorically.

“Well, please give that bird friend of yours my thanks. This will go great with the snacks I brought over. Oh! I’ll be right back!”

Before you can respond to his sentences, Kalim makes a mad dash back into the hall. You can Grim side-eye each other, not because of what Kalim has brought, but with how much. He doesn’t return just as swiftly, which makes you concerned but Grim drool. Kalim does come back with an arm’s hold worth of sweets, much to your dismay. When he reaches the kitchen counter, he lets the bags and boxes fall onto it like an avalanche.

Kalim wipes his brow and sighs heavily. “Gee! I kinda forgot how much I brought over until I opened my suitcase. No wonder it looks so much emptier now.” He lets out his cheeky laugh.

“If you think about apologizin’, don’t,” says Grim. “This is the buffet of my dreams.”

You grab Grim by his collar before he’d dive into the pile. “Grim, don’t be such a hog. Kalim put so much thought an effort for us. This is sharable.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” Kalim replies. “I wanna try your cooking since you worked so hard on it.”

“As you are the guest, Kalim, you can pick first.”

“Oh boy! I can’t wait!”

The dinner may not be the Scarabia usual way of sitting and eating, but Kalim is very respectful towards your dorm and  your things (Much more than Grim is on a typical day). Along with that respect, he is incredibly pleased with the cooking, praising your gifted talent.

“I always wanted to learn how to cook, but everyone says it’s too dangerous for me.”

“Not if you know how to do it right,” you encourage. “If you’d like, I still have some spare ingredients for bread.”

“You want me to make bread with you?”

“It’s quite easy…if you want to, of course.”

Kalim giggles and latches onto you like a baby monkey to its mama. “Prefect, you’re the best. I promise I’ll be a good pupil. Where do we start?”

To say that baking the bread is quite the adventure is an understatement. Yes, Kalim is the Deuce of food instructions, but all ends well when the delicious bread comes out of the oven. Though Grim confirms how scrumptious the bread is, he pretty much eats anything. Kalim’s and your opinions matter the most, and you both concur with smiles and piece swallows.

The clock is striking late, and you figure that you need to get ready for bed. If not for sleep, at least to get comfy. You are heading from your bedroom to the washrooms to wash up and change, only to be intercepted by Kalim on his way from getting himself clean.

“Prefect! Glad, I caught ya!” He latches onto your hands and pulls you towards the guest room, where he will be sleeping for the night. As you enter, your let out a heavy sigh to the mess that Kalim’s already made with his belongings. He sees your face and his eyes widen. “Oh, I’m sorry! This will be clean by the time I leave, I promise.”

You smirk. “Thank you, Kalim.”

He quickly hugs you before he makes a swift walk to his luggage, retrieving a bow-wrapped-only present. Kalim shoves the gift into your arms excitedly. “I figured you’d like a new set of pajamas to where. Something for when it gets hotter here on campus…Not that I think you didn’t have any, but you never know.”

(Describe the pajamas after Kalim’s card drop)

Kalim swallows nervously. “Do you like them?”

Your face is washed of color as you admire Kalim’s present, gracing your fingers across the fabric. “Kalim…I love them. No one has ever given me anything like this before.”

Kalim’s starry eyes beam at your compliment. “Really? I’m glad to hear it, Prefect. Let’s go and have you try them on! What do ya say?”

You don’t get time to respond as Kalim pushes out of the guest room and down to the washroom. He fortunately leaves you to do that by your lonesome while he waits out in the hall. These pajamas act like outerwear with how many straps you have to tie to look appealing and practical. Nevertheless, you manage through it, impressing Kalim once you model your new night clothes to him.

He wastes no time in dragging you back to his room. It astonishes you still how Kalim can make a conversation out of anything. You let him speak his piece, but his sunshine energy doesn’t help your eyes stay perched open as they should. It’s nearly midnight by now.

Kalim notices this (how can he not?). His smile still plastered, he says, “Prefect, thank you for hosting your sleepover and thank you for inviting me.”

Your cheeks flush. “It’s nothing really.”

“Nothing? It’s not nothing. I’ve been having a great time.”

“Though I don’t have all of the animals and a buffet for a sultan?”

“You think those are the most important things about a sleepover party, Prefect?”

“Well, I…”

Kalim snickers. “Prefect, I know my own parties are unlike others, but a party is not all about how many things you can make or get. Parties are for having your friends to hang and have fun together. They’re about seeing people smile, cheer, and laugh. Does that make sense?”

You blush again. “You’re so kind, Kalim. I don’t know what to say.”

“Hey, it’s what friends do for each other, am I right?”

You nudge his arm. “I suppose you’re right.”

“And friends know when it’s time to get some sleep.” He yanks on the sheets and burritos you in them like the topping stuffings.

You attempt to protest about sleeping in the guest’s bed with him only for Kalim to massage your temple with his pointer finger. He’s not going to let you stress out over the little things. Well, for him, it may not be the little things.

Does he have any idea? you ask yourself.

The answer arrives swiftly when Kalim snuggles against you and yawns, “We should do this every week,” grinning against your cheek.

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

Hi! Do you write crack? (Lol this sounds so funny) If you do...can you write about how Arlecchino tries to surprise reader with a nice dinner...only for her to accidentally burn half the kitchen. Thanks!! :3

When all the stars stood in the wrong place

Trope : Crack

Summary : Arlecchino wants to make a delicious dinner that you can enjoy once you return, little does she know that it won't be that easy.

Notes : The Kids⁽ᵀᴹ⁾ are also there, so, Family bonding ig. Chaos, cooking, my phone is bugging out bc of all the words wtf phone those are only 3000, Arlecchino doesn't know that she's in a Crack Fic, POV Arlecchino, No Beta, Fluff, Arle - I fucking love my wife - cchino, Arlecchino is still bad with feelings, Bad Cooking

Thanks for the Request! <3

Wordcount : 3,396

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The Harbingers fingers tapped against the wood of her chair. Her eyes were on the paperwork in front of her. The finished paperwork. Her eyes catched the orange ligth, avoiding her, favoring the table. She pushed the chair back as she stood up. It was odd to be done this early with her work, usually they had more casualties to cover up. Her bones were cracking as she started moving them, pushing her back with her hands, stretching her head left and rigth. She shock her head, moving past the table, the sofa and towards the door, leading her out of the office. Her first thougth was you. Where were you again?

She had woken up next to you, like always, smothered you in kisses untill you woke up before taking a walk in the court of Fontaine, then you had breakfast with the children, after that you prepared some tea and macaroons for her, bringing them to her study. She remembered you telling her about going out with your friends, for shopping, a bit later in the day. Arlecchino also remembered that you said it could get late. That meant nine to ten in your language. She smiled. You had always been good. Perfect even. She walked through the halls of your shared mansion, her feet carying her to the bedroom, her side was well made while yours was…not. She sighed, going to do it herself. Such a mess. While doing your side she thougth about what else there was to do, she could look after her children, but she'd most likely have to go back home once she arrived there, no… she got back up, looking at the time. Maybe…you could be hungry once you got back. She crossed her legs. Usually she only made something at the barbecues, all the other times someone else would be responsible for food, often enough she'd go along, doing what the chef would tell her too, but it could not be too hard to Cook by herself.

Or would it be?

She unconsciously made her so to the kitchen, what could she make for you? You didn't have much of a sweet tooth, yet you liked some here and there, she should probably just make something that easily goes down, considering the time of day. She looked around the lavish kitchen, it was in the typical Fontainian style, with its terquis and whites, as for the elaborate symbols. She moved rigth to the fridge, she should look what was available before making any plans.

The fridge was, unsurprisingly, well filled. As always, Alis must have just went shopping yesterday. Arlecchino picked out some of the basics, eggs, milk, as for flour that she had grabbed from the storage. A few bowls migth be practical too, she grabbed then from…huh? She crocked a brow, staring perplexed at the dishes. What were they doing under the sink? And where in the world are the bowls? She sat back up, opening the place where the dishes were supposed to be, only to be met with spoons. A crease appeared between her brows as she tried to make sense of the forces that were trying to prevent her from making a nice meal for you. Was Celestia playing a cruel joke on her? She was shaking her head, opening all of the cabinets, finding odder and odder things, some that did not even belong in the kitchen.

"Where is a wretched pot?!", she asked as she picked up a plant that was standing in what had been the cabinet for the mugs once. For a split second she thougth about taking the plant out and using the flower pot for the food, only to dismiss the idea for…several reasons. She could rip her hair out, you'd most likely be home in an hour and she hasn't even started cooking. Her last option, before going through every cabinet in the mansion, would be the pantry. She sighed, facing the door. "You better have what I need.", she told it as she pulled down the door handle. Her hand looked foe the ligth switch, fumbling a bit, before activating it. The room was illuminated by the brigth warm ligth, reflected in some surface, she looked away from it, facing the ground. She stayed like this for a few seconds only to see her personal holy grail once she looked up.

A fucking pot.

"Finally.", she mumbled, picking it and the big glass bowl next to it up. This must've taken her like fifteen minutes already, oh, the things one does for love.

She pulled her hair up into a bun and put her jacket on the clothes holder, switching it for an apron, ignoring the open cabinets, she had everything that she needed rigth in front of her and a bit behind her, she'd still need the hearth.

She grabed one of the eggs, cracking it on the border of the glass bowl.

Chirp

She looked at a little being, made out of a feathery yellow coat, she barely saw the beak peeking out. "Hello?", she asked. It only chirped back at her. She blinked, perplexed, trying the next egg…and the next one….and the one after that. At the end, she had six little fluff balls chirping up at her. Was this a punishment? Had she not gone through enough?

"Ok, come here, come here.", she picked them up, carefully and individually, transferring them into the sink. "You, stay.", she commanded as if they could hear her. She'd talk to Alis later, apparently the eggs had been to fresh, it can happen. What she was focused on however, were properly working eggs. And she'd gladly ignore the real problem for now, even if it was chirping at her.

"You better have some proper eggs inside of you.", she threatened the box, trying not to throw it down on the counter, her long nails carefully grabed the edges, ready to open it, untill the doorbell rang.

She grumbled, turning to leave the kitchen, but not withouth a word to the chicks. "You stay here.", they stared at her with their empty button eyes. "And that is an order.", they chirped once, as if they had understood. She nodded. They had an understanding.

Little chick's could be obedient, it depended on personality of course, but they mostly were die to the attachment to their Mother Hen. And this position had gone to Arlecchino it seems, considering the little fluffballs that were carefully following her.

"Who rings that late in the evening?", she asked no one but herself, hoping it wasn't you as she opened the door. But it was someone far worse.

She crocked her brow and straightened her back. "Lyney?", she opened the door a bit further "Lynette and Freminete?", she crossed her arms "What is this about, Children?"

They stared behind her. The little fluffballs were gathering at her feet, but the children didn't dare aw. "Come in, quickly, before anyone can see."

They followed, only awing once the door was closed, falling to their knees, picking the little chicks up. Their 'Father' blushed in embarrassment. "Let's just hope one can't distract you that easily when you're on one of your missions.", she said, walking back to the kitchen with nine children trailing behind her now.

"We were sent by mother." Lyney started, walking up to her side. "She told us to tell you that she'll come home at nine twenty and that she'd like to still eat with you."

"We met her while we were going shopping ourselves." Lynette said, holding up a bag filled with a few ribbons, Freminete held his bag up, Iron clattered against eachother. It probably was for one of his inventions.

She hummed, sligthly smiled. "Well, I was already preparing something.", she said, stopping rigth before the kitchen. "I just, ran into some trouble."

The children looked down at her feet. "The eggs were too fresh, I assume?", asked Lyney. Arlecchino kept her facade up.

"Save it for the stage…but yes. As for some other things.", the door opened, revealing the open cabinets and misplaced objects. "Someone or something seems to be messing with me.", she revealed.

The children looked around. "Well, do you want us to help you 'Father'?", Lynette asked.

Arlecchino considered, putting her hand on her chin. Having more people meant that she could cover more space if she needed to look for something, it meant more hands and��she looked at the three, standing there, anticipatory a bit happy. If you were here, you would've agreed rigth away…she sighed. "Freminete, you take care of the chicks, build them a cage of whatever you can find. Lynette, you put everything in its place and Lyney, you help me cook."

"Yes 'Father'.", they said in union, going rigth to their places.

She met Lyney back at the counter.

"What were you doing 'Father'?"

She shrugged. "I was just…" she thougth a bit about what to say. "…going with the flow, as your 'Mother' would say it."

He looked at her for a few seconds. "Alrigth then, we go with the flow.", he put his hat down, grabing the flour as she went back to cracking the eggs. Now, everything should go just-

Something popped, she hid behind the counter as white blurred her vision. She should stop thinking that everything should go alright.

"What was that?", she asked, looking up from her hiding place.

"I'm sorry 'Father'." Lyney said, standing over an open flour bag as everyone recovered.

"I didn't know a flour bag could make such a loud noise…" Freminete mumbled, picking up a few of the shocked chicks.

"Usually they don't." Arlecchino said, taking of the apron, throwing it on the counter behind her. "Now where is your-" she spotted Lynette behind the counter, hands over her ears. Of course, she was more easily startled by loud noise.

"Lynette, is everything ok?", she asked, the girl looked at her, a smile cracking her face. Rigth, Arlecchino must be covered in flour from head to toe. She tried to scold her expression, but Arlecchino shock her head. "No, it's quite fine, I must look ridiculous."

Lynette smiled.

"I tell you what, you stay here untill you're combat capable again and I'll take care of that drawer filled with spider, ok?"

She nodded.

"Perfect." Arlecchino said, standing back up.

This was something she may have taken from you. Her hands drew out the spider drawer. "Lyney, you're the chef now, do you think you can take that responsibility?"

"Yes 'Father'! I won't disappoint you."

Her gaze softened. "I know."

This too. Arlecchino was growing soft and her mask was slipping. Or maybe you were taking it off. Anger makes you impulsive, sorrow causes you to waver…and love made you weak. She sighed. She opened the back door, the sun was still beating down on earth, the last few hot days wer e a test on her and on her love for suits."There, there, you're free now.", she told them as they scattered withouth looking back. Oh, they were lovable creatures, weren't they?

As she was slowly approaching the kitchen, she was able to hear Lyney barking orders at his siblings. Arlecchino smiled. He was as good as she expected. Upon arriving, she had her hand go over her jacket, cleaning it on atleast surface level, but gods knew that she'd never get the flour out of all those little crevices.

"'Father'! You're back!" Lyney was stirring the pot as Freminete was working on a little cage and Lynette was pushing a pizza in the oven. "The Pizza is only a last resort, if all else fails! Also, Freminete is nearly done with the cage, then…well, he's nearly done and I think we'll just make kaiserschmarrn."

"Sounds good.", she came up to him and he automatically gave her the pot.

"I'll get some of the other stuff for it.", Lyney said.

Lynette finished setting the oven up, turning back to her 'Father' now.

"Set up the kettle and your 'mother's' favorite tea." She said withouth looking up, concentrating on sprinkling chocolate chips in and half of the flaked almonds.

"Children?"

"On it, 'Father'!" She heard how Lyney grabbed the butter and Lynette slapped it in. Arlecchino stirred a bit more, looking at the recept one or two times inbetween. She sat the bowl down, adding the rest of the flakes, now it only would have to densen for a bit, after the recipe atleast.

When she turned, the butter was already melting, Lynette was pouring the tea and Lyney checked the pizza. Freminete has finished now with the cage and- Arlecchino had to hild back her smile as the chicks tried to climb the walls up, only to fall back down.

"ˋFatherˋ, where do the plants have to go?"

She looked at each of them. "Small ones go on the windowsill of the bedroom, that big one was next to the fireplace and the rest, just put it in the living room and atleastnone in my office." he nodded as he took some of the smaller ones, taking them out.

Arlecchino looked at the clock over the doorframe. Nine, on the dot. Her charcoal hand fanned some air towards the flowy dough. If it wasn't done in five minutes, she'd just throw one half in and distract you somehow as the children finished the other one.

Five minutes passed and Arlecchino parted it to throw it into the pan, disconnecting the dough frome eachother as Lyney was slowly panicking. "She'll be here I'm five minutes!", he said, grabing his head.

Lynette shrugged. "And we're nearly done. There's no need to panic.", she shrugged, staring as her 'Father' calmly set the stove on fire, helping a bit out by putting her hand under the pan. "That's actually quite practical.", she said.

"That could be a practical skill on outdoor missions, did you ever use it?"

"Only in cases where a fire wasn't possible.", she said, putting it down once she was satisfied.

"Do you think 'Mother' will be satisfied with that handprint on the pan?"

She picked it back up. Indeed, there was a big charcoal handprint. "Damn it. You're mother is barely in the kitchen, she won't notice unless she's looking for it. And Alis won't ask any questions."

"Who's Alis?" Freminete, who has just arrived, asked.

"The Maid."

All of the three children looked confused now. "You have a maid names Alis?"

She turned around, confused. "Yes. She's worked for us since…well, I can't exactly recall, but I'll have to have a proper talk with her because she's responsible for the kitchen."

"But…you only have two maids." He said. "Pauline and Robert…mother said so."

She looked at him confused as the raw food stirred in front of her. "But-"

The Doorbell rudely interrupted her.

The doorbell?

The doorbell!

"Ok, I'll go distract her for the next ten minutes and children, I trust you, Lyney, the kitchen is in your hands once again. You just need to look over the pan and do what's in the recipe. Not to hard. I trained you for this, my children."

"Yes 'Father'." Lyney said, watching as his 'Father' went into battle.

"Arlecchino!", you jumped rigth at her and she catched you, twirling you around.

"Well, someones excited to see me.", she said, holding you up still, on one arm only.

"Of course! It has been, what? Ten or something hours since I saw you the last time?"

"Now you're being hyperbolic, my dear.", she said, still not putting you down, switching her gaze to the clock. Just a bit more.

"Am I being hyperbolic when I'm telling you that I'm starving?", you were leaning forward and slowly, her arm was starting to strain, so she let you down, resorting to pulling you as close as humanly possible.

"Quite so.", she kissed your lips. "But you must wait a bit, the food must still cool a bit."

"Didn't you put it at the open window?"

"I didn't want any Squirrels to steal it.", you rolled your eyes.

"That happend ONE time.", you argued.

"Still did happen."

You hid within the crock of her neck. "You smell nice. Like kitchen."

Arlecchino chuckled. "You smell like…" she couldn't really decipher it, but it was an array of smells, not necessarily a good one. "…not yourself."

"We tried a LOT of perfumes.", you said, pointing to a small bag. "I hope you don't mind me buying one or two things for them?"

She put some hair behind your ear. "Aslong as it wasn't to expensive. Now, how about you show me some of the stuff you got?"

There was a sparkle inside of your eyes. "Yes, oh you'll love it!"

"I'm sure I will."

In the end, she had been able to buy the children fifteen minutes of time. You had made quite the big purchase and didn't realize, due to your excitement, that your Husband was acting dumb when she asked how to apply lipstick. You had chuckled a bit, then kissed her, saying. "Like this.", rigth after.

"Hm, quite efficient.", she had said.

Now the two of you were sitting at the dinner table, in front of some of the Kaiserschmarrn. "It's from Mondstadt, isn't it?"

She nodded, watching as your fork hovered rigth over it. "I did put a lot of effort into it.", she looked at the children, their eyes peeking out from the door, ready to retreat behind it any second. You stared at it for a few more seconds, you're gaze concentrated, the fork in your hand quivering sligthly. Lynettes tail was stare, Lyney was breathing harsh, Freminete had hid eyes covered.

"You know, I'd you're not hungry-"

She went to grab the plate, but you pulled up your legs and hid it behind them. "No, it's mine.", you announced proudly, finally taking your first bite, humming.

"Amerelle.", she said and the children calmed, taking their hiding place, though the door was still sligthly ajar. You didn't hear the code word….or maybe you acted as if you didn't.

"I should get out of my clothes.", you sighed after taking a few bites. "And take of my make up."

"I'll be waiting for you rigth here.", she said, leaning back, crossing her legs, watching you leave through the door in front of her. She sighed once you were out of earshot and so did the children, who were slowly making their way into the living room, slumping into the chair Arlecchino allowed it, this time.

"Do you think she knows?" Lyney asked.

"Maybe…probably…yes, definitely."

"I think she's even walking to the kitchen." Lynette mentioned. "I saw her going that way."

Freminete stayed silent.

Even at the loud "ARLECCHINO?!", that was shouted through the whole house.

Arlecchino went through her hair, before getting up. She could imagine you standing in the middle of the mess, shocked at first, then laughing. "I'll handle this.", she told the children, following the path you took.

It was like she imaged. Just minus the smoke and the Black iced over kitchen counter. She realized with horror that they forgot to put the kettle out, same with the pizza. You were sitting between the chicks, laughing so hard it brougth you to tears.

"Is everything fine?", she asked, bending down to your level, taking your shaking hand. You put your forehead on her shoulder, still laughing, trying to catch your breath, but chocking on the smoke and your laugh.

"Children! Open all the doors and windows.", she called and they came, quickly going to work.

You calmed down after a few more minutes. The children were resting in the pantry, partially laying on the floor.

"How did this even happen?", you still chuckle, pointing to…the chaos.

"I think that was Alises fault.", she said and you looked confused, just as the children. "Doesn't matter. You liked the food though?"

You nodded. "You all did that quite well, atleast."

Arlecchino smiled, the chicks were gathering around her heels once again. "I'm glad to hear I did one thing rigth today."

You held your breath, untill you looked back at everything. Loud laugther erupted again and this time, it affected her and the children too.

How beautifully absurd.

[fumiscripts]

hello dear! i luvvv ur writing and cheered when i saw that u opened reqs!!!!! may i request yoichi x reader cooking together? just something fluffy overall. tysm in advance n feel free to ignore this <33

I hope this was to your liking, anon!

✦ STIR-FRIED

Isagi thinks he's really, really lucky to have scored a generous roommate who loves to cook. He gets eat food you whipped up, from familiar dishes to new recipes you wanted to try. He loves being your taste-tester.

And now, you offer to show him firsthand how you work in the kitchen.

Clatters and clinks, wood against stainless steel. The smell of cooking onions and garlic wafts through the room. Isagi looks down into the pan, carefully shifting the ingredients around so they don't burn.

“I think that's good, I'm gonna put the vegetables in,” you remark from behind him, and he stepped aside, watching as you add in the broccoli. He's almost mesmerized, watching you cooking, entranced by how in-element you look while doing so. Even when it was something as simple as stir-fried vegetables.

He was looking at you the entire time, nodding, listening. He was an eager learner, to say the least, mentally taking notes about wait times and how you should add in the vegetables that cook the slowest first so that the dish won't come out with some of them nearly being burnt and the other ingredients being hard to chew.

Isagi smiles at the finished product, proud to see how he understood your instructions. “You’re a great teacher!” he says, taking the first bite, blue eyes lighting up at how good it tasted. Of course it'd be amazing, it's your recipe, after all.

“You're an even better learner. I guess it also applies when you're off the field,” you reply, chuckling as he ate up his meal. You're glad he enjoyed it. “Next time I'm craving stir-fried food, I'll tell you to cook it, okay?”

He nods his head, chewing. And you think he looks so cute when he's eager. Especially with the little cowlick ahoge on his head.

Maybe you'll ask him to cook stir-fried sprouts when the time comes.

© fumiscripts 2024-2025. don't steal, repost, translate or modify my works without my permission.

[leilawanderingaround]

Having brainrot about Yandere Phainon again... I should go see my therapist.

"I will have to reject you, fair lady. For I already have someone waiting for me beyond this wall."

Phainon- the ever gentleman, kind hearted hero of Okhema has many suitors on his tail be it man or women but it is undeniable that he only has eyes for one person only.

This person is considered the biggest mystery of Okhema. They would occasionally catch Lord Phainon gaze ever so lovingly at a locket but would soon put it away after noticing he was being watched.

Even the Tribios were curious enough to ask him. The deliverer would only shyly chuckle, scratching his neck. "It is someone I left behind at Aedes Elysiae. I hope to reunite with her one day."

Hearing that they would pale and soon apologies. All people know that Aedes Elysiae was destroyed by the black tide. Its fate is left undiscovered to most people. Only a few people know what truly happened to Aedes Elysiae and the supposed beloved of the saviour of Amphoreus.

"Still mourning for her, deliverer?" While most of the time, Mydei would have knocked or raised his voice to announce his arrival. Today was quite different. To lock oneself in a room of the departed and forbid everyone else from going inside on the day of their death anniversary is quite rude. Especially when it's you.

The crown prince carefully picked the lock on the door before gently opening it to walk inside. Not wanting to affect anything that belonged to you.

"Mydei, sorry but I am not in the mood to banter with you today" Phainon said, still not turning from your bookshelf to face his friend-rival.

"Hm, not like I am here to fight you. Where is it?" Mydei shook his head. Now is clearly not the time for such a thing, even he knows that. "Her locket as well as her weapon. Aglaea told me you kept them, handed them over."

"Surely the crown prince of Kremnos would know better than to ask for something that is not his" Phainon still keeping that nonchalant attitude, turn around to smile at Mydei.

The crown prince has to stop himself from hitting the deliverer on the face. After all, they have promised Aglaea to not wrought havoc on a day such as this. "Well, it is not my kingdom that killed her."

"She is not dead" Of course that sentence alone was enough to anger Phainon.

Mydei let out a huff, crossing his arms "Right, right, as if being frozen in time, waiting for her death is any different than truly dying."

"Mydei, we have talked about this. Once the prophecy is completed, she can be rid of Oronyx's influence and return to Okhema. Let's not lose hope, my friend." Phainon said, lending an olive branch to the crown prince. A final act of putting down the flame of hate between the two.

"She does it all for you. Betray her god, sacrificing herself, and frozen Aedes Elysiae in time. To save your home, family and dear friend. I can only hope you return her as much as she has give, Phainon." Mydei said, reaching Phainon's side and took the bow near him- your weapon before walking out. "Priest of Oronyx, helping Kephale's soldier, how laughable"

Phainon watched as Mydei left the room, his hand held tight onto your locket "You don't have to worry. For her..."

"I'm willing to forsaken my tilte as the hero and burn Amphoreus down just to see her again..."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji might be an unstoppable force, but Xie Lian has 800+ years of practice of being an immovable object.

(poll results here for context)

[sayaberry]

chat do you see it

fuuko is in the same pose on the new volume cover as volume 1… oh my god hes fucking doing it……

[veevoosh]

summer???

I HARDLY KNOW 'ER !!!!

( i cannot draw backgrounds or patterns so thank you so much for the funny free stock images on the internet ))

[whoblewboobear]

Jace getting up at the ass crack of dawn to surprise Porter with breakfast before he goes to the gym but Jace manages to almost set the kitchen on fire. Getting overwhelmed and breaking down when Porter walks in and sees the mess.

Porter doesn’t comment bc he doesn’t wanna make Jace feel worse and just silently puts out the fire and then wraps Jace up in a hug and kisses his tears away.

“I wanted to make you something,” Jace pouts, rubbing at his eyes. Porter spots a cup of orange juice on the counter and tells Jace that he /did/ make him something. He does chug it like a freak. Jace smiles a little and tells Porter he loves him (bc technically the orange juice was his but that was a sweet gesture)

Porter skips the gym that morning and order’s them breakfast instead so they can just curl up on the couch and have a lazy day watching everything they missed in the DVR

[thehistorynut19]

YALL AINT READY FOR ME WHEN I FINISH ALL OF THESE TOPLOADERS I GOT

[solcarow]

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[crispycreambacon]

ID by @vaguemylk: what appears at a glance to be a photograph of strands of black hair arranged on a sketchbook to spell out the word “hair”, but in actual fact is a very realistic drawing that appears three dimensional. /end ID

A long time ago I was in a typography class and I had an assignment to draw a word out of its material. Like writing "Rock" and drawing it to make it look like it's carved from stone. I chose "Hair" and I was proud enough of the result that I ended up posting it online to Twitter. Whoever I showed it to online, I got a weird reaction like "Oh...cool." which was strange cuz I was expecting to get complimented on it. It turned out that no one thought it was a drawing. For months, everyone I showed it to thought that I was playing with wet hair clippings in my spare time like some nasty little freak.