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Patchwork and Paprika - Reth x Reader

Reth says you aren’t bad at cooking. No, no, your cooking skills aren't bad, they're just… a work in progress.

Reth rarely has time to hang out at friends’ places, but tonight’s different. Another Eshe-led investigation has shut down the Black Market, making it the perfect night to… get your cooking straight. He had brought all the ingredients you two would need from the storeroom, mostly ingredients he knew weren’t going to be used. He toils with himself the whole walk to your place—Dragon, he hopes nothing will go wrong this time. He's not a perfect chef by any means, but last time Reth tried to teach you how to cook at your house, you threw water on a small oil fire and almost killed him.

The past’s the past—though Reth still had to mentally hype himself up before stepping foot in your humble kitchen of horrors.

“Okay. So. First thing,” Reth says, placing his basket of ingredients on your countertop, “I’m not going to overload you with advanced stuff this time. This time, we’re just riding safe and simple: gumbo. Kay? Crab gumbo for the soul, chef.”

“What?! But that’s just compiling stuff together,” You say.

Reth waves a hand dismissively. “Pshh, that’s oversimplifying it.”

“Reeeth,” You complain, walking over and leaning over the countertop to look him in the eye. “I can do better than that, I promise. I’ll follow all your directions to a T!”

“Nope,” Reth replies, probably too quickly. “C’mon, you start chopping veggies. I’m gonna make the roux and broth.”

You let out a small, almost inaudible huff, to which Reth ignores with a smirk. While Reth goes on to add water, oil, flour, and prepared spicy bouillon to a pot, you get familiar with an onion and hot peppers. You’re good at chopping, luckily, so Reth doesn’t have to worry about that.

“Agh, this is irritating my eyes,” You say after a minute, your eyes watering from the onion you were chopping.

“Cry and dice,” Reth chuckles.

You groan miserably, but comply. You have to squint like you’re seeing an impossibly small object just to keep the fumes out of your eyes. Still, you manage to dice the onion with practiced precision.

“Can I add this to the broth now?” You ask, unable to sound more unenthused.

“Yep, go for it, chef,” Reth says.

You add the onion and wipe your eyes with your wrist. Next, you just have to cut some spicy peppers. Somehow, these are better to cut than onions, despite the spiciness giving you the sniffles. Reth allows you to add them as well. Then the crab, to which you cracked and cut wonderfully. You’re doing alright—well, Reth technically had been doing most of the work. Maybe he could at least let you stir the gumbo through while he went to retrieve the spices.

“Hey, sweet tooth, mind stirring this for me for a sec? My spices are over there and this thing really needs paprika."

Your eyes light up. “Oh, yeah, I totally got it.”

Your sudden enthusiasm makes him hesitate, but leaves the stove anyway to go fetch his spices. They’re only a few feet away, after all. You take over the pot, wielding the wooden stirring spatula like a weapon. The gumbo is carefully stirred, mixing together all the stewed veggies, protein, and broth. The trouble starts, though, when you lift the spoon. Steam and broth flick up, stinging your cheek. Instinctively, you reach up to shield your face… and your other hand slips. It slams hard into the edge of the pot, tipping it just enough to send a wave of boiling gumbo splashing down your wrist and forearm.

You let out the most gut-wrenching scream Reth had ever heard. He snaps his head toward you.

“(Y/N)! Shit!” Reth exclaims, dropping a paprika jar and racing over to you. “No, no, no, c’mere, c’mere! Dragon, I knew this was a bad idea—”

Your kitchen is filled with your panicked sobs as Reth races you over to your kitchen sink. Hands shaking, he turns on the spout and haphazardly balances it to be lukewarm. Your arm is yanked under the rushing water, which somehow soothes your pain and makes it sting worse.

“Breathe, breathe, sweet tooth,” Reth says, trying to sound as comforting as he can despite himself.

You try your hardest to take deep breaths but it feels impossible. You’re crying, and you hate that you’re crying. In front of him. Reth, who always calls you “chef” like you’re capable. Who trusted you with his cooking. Who’s now seeing you completely undone. He must be so annoyed beneath all his instinctual concern.

It takes a minute, an endless, stinging minute, but eventually your panicked sobs melt into ragged breaths. Reth’s eyes constantly flick between your arm and your face like he can’t decide which needs tending more.

“…That’s it,” he murmurs, finally sounding a little steadier. “That’s better. You did good.”

You sniff, blinking tears off your lashes. “I’m—I’m so sorry. I just—I messed everything up again—”

“Hey,” Reth interrupts, his voice firm but soft. He reaches up with his free hand and gently brushes your wet cheek with his thumb. “You didn’t mess anything up. You just… cooked a little too enthusiastically. Happens to the best of us.”

Your laugh comes out watery, but genuine. Reth lets out a breath, relieved, and finally cuts the water.

“Okay,” he says, carefully guiding you to sit at the little table by the window. “Keep your arm up for me. I’m gonna grab the salve. Er, if I can remember where it is here.”

You nod, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Reth disappears into your pantry, rummages around, and returns with a small jar. He then kneels in front of you, kneels like this is something sacred, and uncaps the lid.

“This is gonna feel cold,” he warns, scooping a dollop onto his fingers.

When the ointment touches your marred skin, you flinch. Reth’s warning held true, it was like putting ice directly on yourself, but the brief discomfort was relieving compared to the burn.

“You’re okay,” Reth then murmurs, smoothing it gently over the reddened patch. “Promise.”

You watch him work, the way his brows furrow in concentration making your heart jump. Even now, after all your failures and the hysteria, he’s so careful with you. So kind.

When he finishes generously lathering your burn with the salve, Reth seems to hesitate. His gaze then shifts up to yours.

“…you scared the hell out of me, you know,” he says in a low voice.

A pit of regret forms in your chest. You open your mouth to apologize again, but before you can, Reth leans in and presses a small, fleeting kiss to your temple. It’s so gentle you almost think you imagined it, but the way his sweet, freckled face blushes when he pulls back tells you it’s all too real.

“Next time,” Reth mutters, trying to sound casual as he screws the lid back on, “we’re just making salad.”

You actually manage to laugh, allowing his usual cheeky smile to return at such a pleasant sound—much better than your screams of terror, that's for sure. “Fair.”

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HeyHiHello love your work! do you think perhaps you could do a oneshot of Jel dressing his nervous human lover up for their first real trip to the city? (perhaps even to meet his family?) Thank you so much~

Thank you so much!! ^^ 🩷 and here you are!

Preparations - Jel x Reader

Jel stood beside you, his fingers working deftly on the ribbons to your corset’s side. He cinched it up carefully, his eyes often flickering up to meet yours. You said nothing with your mouth, but your anxious eyes spoke volumes.

“Are you nervous?” Jel asked quietly.

You looked to the floor and gave an unsure shrug. Jel watched as your fingertips toyed with your long skirt’s material, reading you like a book.

“That wasn’t a very confident answer, now was it?” He chuckled.

You got pink in your cheeks, a bit embarrassed. “Sorry. I just don’t know how to explain it. I’m excited, it’s just… what if they don't like me?”

Jel paused his hands, staring you in the eye with a suddenly serious demeanor. You almost felt like you were going to be scolded, but then remembered this was Jel we were talking about. He had an expressive face and a wide array of emotions to express as it was.

“My muse,” He said earnestly, “My family will adore you.”

You looked away, the muscle in the corner of your lips twitching, unconvinced. Jel tilted his head almost confusedly; how did you not understand how special and rare you are? Did you really think you’d bring shame to his family?

“But… I’m nothing like you,” You mumbled sadly. “You run a spectacular tailoring and fashion business and come from a family of amazing businesswomen, and I… I’m your average void-booted human here.”

Jel made a face of absurdity at the sound of your self-deprecation. Still, he appreciated that you were allowing him to step inside your mind for a moment. He abandoned your corset’s lacing to stand in front of you. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing over your cheekbones. He wanted to make sure your eyes stayed on his.

“You are anything but average, my love,” Jel rebuked, his velvety voice thick with passion. “You are unyielding, strong, inspiring, thoughtful; you light up every room you grace.”

Your cheeks felt warm to the touch; Jel could feel it. Your eyes bashfully darted away from his, but Jel wasn’t going to force you to look at him. He waited for your response patiently, respecting your timidity when it came to things like this. If he was honest with himself, Jel would have noticed you were actually mimicking a habit he usually did when flustered.

“What if I irk them?” You asked quietly.

Jel tilted his head thoughtfully, going over in his head how he’d respond to any criticisms his family would possibly have. He let out a deep sigh, then said, “Well, considering I have a big family, I’m sure all of them won’t have the same reaction. Some may be more dramatic than the others, I’m sure… but, I will not allow any of my sisters or mother to step on your toes. I’ll do everything I can to make this trip and meeting go as smoothly as possible.”

Jel let his hands fall from your face. You looked back at him, and after a pause, you gave him a thankful smile. Upon seeing it, Jel felt relief swiftly wash over him. He was overjoyed that he could help you or comfort you, especially during stressful times like these.

“May I continue lacing up your corset, my muse?” Jel asked in a murmur.

“Yes, please,” You said with a nod, “And thank you.”

Jel chuckled lightly and stepped around to your side, his fingers seeking out the lace ribbons again. “Don’t thank me.”

“Ah, I have a lot to thank you for, Jel,” you sighed with a smile.

“Well, no need for any of it,” Jel repeated, “Making you happy and reminding you how wonderful you are is a natural habit of mine. I was designed to do it.”

He laced up the remaining inches of ribbon through the corset’s anklets at last. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. The corners of your smile deepened endearingly, your chest feeling warm and fuzzy.

“Come,” Jel said, gesturing to the door with a gentle hand. “I want to show you off, my love.”

You took Jel’s arm and walked with him to his boudoir’s exit, your heart racing with excitement. With Jel on your side, you realized, it didn’t even matter what his family thought of you.

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Hi! I'm alive. February has not been kind to me. When I get out of the situation I'm in right now, I'll get to get to. :) Thank you all for your kind support and patience!

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May we send you headcanons? Tbh ive always been to nervous to post them on my own blog but like :v

Sure!

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Hii I was wondering if you could do some Jel holiday headcanons? :)

I mean, I could 🤔 lol here are some Winterlights headcanons!

Jel . . .

- is a FREAK about Winterlights!! He loves the spirit, the beautiful festive decorations, the cheery holiday music—until he gets backed up in Winterlights outfit commissions and has several breakdowns 🫶

- additionally adores the cold weather, as it means he can add more layers to his outfits; apart from himself, of course, the weather means he can shelter in from the bitter cold with his heart-warming muse!

- works tirelessly during Winterlights, so he may need to be pried from his work to take a break

- decorates everything; the shop's exterior will be lit up in chic lights, the interior will splashed with a Winterlights color palette, and even his living quarters upstairs will be all festive and jolly

- usually never had the time to play in the snow prior to your relationship, but he finds himself wanting to let go a little bit whenever you're both out and about

- will absolutely gasp and scoff dramatically when you hit him with snowballs; he doesn't have perfect aim, but he's fast, so he's able to recover quickly

- LOVES WINTERLIGHTS SHOPPING!! Finding gifts that he know you will love and gifts that remind him of you make him so happy. Of course, you will not be able to see your presents until the day comes; he is highly secretive about it

- wants to explore your culture if you celebrate Christmas, Hanakkah, or the like; he'll want to craft something inspired by it, something you could keep forever that will remind you of both him and your traditions

- can't cook or bake to save his life . . . but damn it, he wants to make and ice Winterlights cookies with you!! (he may not be an great baker, but he's excellent at decorating cookies)

- doesn't have a fireplace, but he does have a radiator near his bed that he clings to during the winter; you may mot be able to snuggle with him near a fire, but you can sure snuggle with him in his bed with a cup of cocoa

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Here is your award 🏆 for carrying the palia fandom with ur fanfics. Ur amazing🤍

Thank you so much!! 🩷 🏆🧍‍♀️

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I've just of the weirdest question.... Can a human and a Majiri have children?.... And if They can... Is it too weird if i sometimes imagine my Palia character having a child with Hassian (i'm too delusional for this 😔✌️)

I would assume yes! Considering how similar Majiri are to humans in regard to anatomy, intelligence, and behavior, anyway. Should their reproductive organs be dissimilar to humans, though, maybe not. But I'm fairly confident that the genitals are the same lol.

Also, no! Is it really 'weird' or 'delusional' if it's not hurting anyone and you're having fun? 🤔 And even if it is, who cares? Insert "I am cringe but I am free" goat image here. Live weird, die happy.

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Whenever you feel the spark may we get some Tish headcanons? Such a lack of content for my girl T-T

Yes, we can! And yes there is ☝️😔

Tish . . .

- is more of a flirt than you think

- knows your weaknesses when it comes to flirting/affection, and ever-so-sweetly takes advantage of them

- usually handles flirting well; it takes a lot to truly make her genuinely flustered and surprised

- is big on PDA; expect a lot of cheek kisses, hugs, and hand holding when out and about

- likes hearing your feedback on projects she's working on (totally not for your praise, just to know what she needs to work on more . . . totally)

- does your hair in the morning if she has time; looooves playing with your hair!

- LOVES. MAKING. YOU. PRESENTS. A big love language if hers is gift giving, so you're often going to receive flowers, chocolates, surprise lunches, trinkets, etc.

- sings little love songs about you as she works; your visage in her mind makes her work harder

- blushes madly whenever you call her 'princess'

- does love princess treatment, though; she'll never ask for it or expect you to spoil her, but she secretly wishes for it

- receiving gifts, too, flusters her; she'll be all over you with kisses and 'thank you's

- bakes small treats for you, like cookie pies or tea cakes, and often asks you to test the products of the recipes she's been trying out

- saves each letter you write her in a chest under her bed; she rereads them every night you're apart

- lives for writing you love letters!! Each gift that she makes for you comes with one, every one decorated with your name in elegant, swooping cursive

- longs to snuggle with you, every single night. It brings her so much peace. She doesn't have a lot of time to be loved on, making her terribly touch-starved, so your hands to her body are like a balm to her soul

- loves being the little spoon, and gets all giggly and blushy when you hold her close and kiss her face

- sleeps with stuffed animals, so you're going to have to maneuver yourself around them to sleep in her bed—no, you cannot kick them off the bed or you're getting kicked off too! They have feelings too, you know >:(

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sorry to bother you but can you please do more hassian hcs? tysm 🥺🙏

It's not a bother, Hassian coming up!! Here are some winter-based hcs ❄️🎄

Hassian . . .

- stays at your place during winters with Tau

- usually doesn't bother to keep too much firewood during winter, as he's adapted to the cold; that changes as soon as he gets with you (he is getting so. much. damn. firewood.)

- helps out around your house and does not allow it to get messy in any capacity

- is still the main cook, but still loves when you help him out in the kitchen

- secretly looks forward to when you bake cookies or any festive treats, although he tries not to partake in too many

- requires moisturizing lotions during the winter, as his skin dries easily in the cold, dry air

- brushes out and redoes his locs every winter; your help would greatly cut down the time! Plus, Hassian secretly wants to bond with you that way

- reads a lot during the winter, as he has lot more free time; expect a lot of discussion over romance dramas, as you're the only person he can and wants to talk about them with

- tries not to sleep in, as he doesn't want to fall into a routine that's hard to break when spring arrives . . . buuuut he'll indulge a bit for you

- loves snuggling and sharing/maintaining warmth with you, especially near a fireplace or furnace; he gets chills all up and down his back, his face is one of pure peace, and he actually smiles and laughs

- thinks you are absolutely adorable in big winter coats; he has to look away after a while so he doesn't get cute aggression

- hadn't played in the snow since he was a boy with his momma, but you manage to bring out and heal his inner child a bit when you start snowball fights or build snowfolk with him

- is a competitive and ruthless snowball fighter; he hits his mark every time, so watch out!!

- is always curious about human tradition, so if you celebrate Christmas or Hanakkah, you have to explain to him what it is and why you do it. He's fascinated by any answer

- isn't one for putting up winterlights, but he'll insist on hopping on your roof to put them up for you if you do

- chops down a Winterlight tree himself; you are not going to buy the knockoffs when you have a boyfriend right here that can get a real one for you!

- loves decorating the tree with you. He feels strong surges of intense love and sentimentality every single time he looks at you. While placing lights, baubles, and other ornaments onto this intimate project that reflects each of your hearts, Hassian reflects on how lucky he is to have you in his life and share these special moments with you

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Thats right im giving a farm boy a chance

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This was inspired by a scene in @c00kiesandcream's fic "Easier to love you" and created for them 💖

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your writing and chat bots have been fueling my hyperfixation and i appreciate it very much <3

I'm so glad I could help you out, I'm just so in love with Palia!! Thank you for your support ^^

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hi again! honored to be your first spice post /j but anywho.. may i request some jel comforting u hcs…??? pretty plz.. -🍲 (your writing is magnificent GOSH..)

Thank you so much!! * ^^ * Hope you enjoy!

When you are upset, Jel . . .

is on high-alert. He drops absolutely everything to be with you, abandoning his work to find out what is going on. And if you don't want to tell him, fine. Despite his itching desire to know all the details, he'll respect your boundaries and just skip ahead to offering you comfort. Jel will take you to a quiet place to be alone with you. His living quarters, the lakeside, the shores. Anywhere where it'll be just you and him, noiseless aside from the sounds of nature or distant village happenings. His hands will wrap themselves around you and, depending on your height, will bring you under his arm or lean onto yours. He'll listen to your deep breathing, or your weeping if things are truly that bad at the moment. Jel will kiss your temple, forehead, and cheek, all the while rubbing your back up and down to soothe you. Your cries and sounds of distress make his heart ache with sadness, and he wishes he could absorb all of your woes. But he can't. Instead, Jel sticks by your side and whispers softly, telling you that it's okay, he's here, he loves you deeply, and he's staying right here by your side until you feel better.

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Hiya! could I request the male romanceables' ways of apologising to p/c after an argument? I saw a post about it and wanted to know your thoughts thanks so much and belated happy birthday!

So sorry about the wait, I had a sudden case of burnout!! Here we go!!

Hodari:

Hodari feels like the scum of the earth when he knows he hurt your feelings during an argument. His apologies are soft to you and brutal toward himself; he'll let you know that he's a hardass and stupid when he gets too into his own head. When that's out of the way, he'll explain how he never meant to hurt you, never in a million years. If he REALLY messed up, expect to be cooked your favorite meal, with your favorite dessert, and a long array of explanations and apologies into the night.

Reth:

Reth's also one to berate himself during his apologies, just out of habit. His apologies are more like rambles, really, due to how panicked he gets when he sees you're genuinely upset. He'll splutter out how sorry he is, how idiotic he was being, how wonderful you are, and how he'll do better. Even if it's just a little argument, Reth will make you an apology food of your liking, most often desserts. Or soup. That's a given. Whatever you two argued over will most likely not be argued about again, as Reth hates confrontation and doesn't want to relive hurting you again.

Hassian:

When Hassian hurts you, he cuts right to the chase. There are no excuses. There are rarely explanations. Absolutely no self-degradation; he keeps that to himself. Hassian apologizes up front for what he's done and asks what he could do to make up for it. And even if you forgive him and tell him he doesn't have to worry about it, he'll search for a meaningful gift anyway. Something like you like, something practical, or perhaps something poetic. He's not going to let you go without a physical apology.

Einar:

Einar is characteristically blunt whenever he apologizes. He'll explain his thought process for why he acted the way he did or said the things he said, not deminishing it by any means. He'll then list out his observations that he's had if you following your argument; you seem upset, dejected, frustrated. He'll explain how he does not like seeing you with such emotions. Finally, he'll apologize and let you know he won't say/do whatever he did again.

Jel:

Jel is a mixed bag when it comes to apologizing. He might delay apologizing he feels he's REALLY in the right. But at some point, he comes to the realization that his pride means less to him than you do. You are Jel's everything, and he's not going to let you suffer silently due to something he did. So, with all his melancholy, Jel will softly apologize to you and tell you how much he adores you and loves everything about you. He'll kiss you, hold you, whisper sweet words to you. Everything to make up for his callous behavior before, and to show you how much you mean to him.

Nai'o:

Nai'o rarely ever gets angry or argumentative. When he does, he's loud and actually kind of scary—which is the LAST THING he wants to be, for you. When he sees you upset because of something he said, did, or hinted at, he will profusely apologize. He'll hug you tight, whispering how sorry he is and how he didn't mean to hurt you or scare you. Later in the day, he'll come moping to you with a fresh-baked pie and flowers, even if you did already forgive him.

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Basic info :

- I will ask for information about your OC (personality, likes, dislikes) before writing; art references help for imagery details

- My comms are more X reader leaning, but I can absolutely do NPCxNPC

- Average SFW word count is 1000-1500 words

- Average NSFW word count is 2000-3000 words (I get lost in details lol)

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Hi its the Pin Anon, i just wanted u to know that when i sent that i did not know that was an actual thing in game

I was gonna say LOLLL 😭

I didn't know how to break the news because I didn't know if I'd be a spoiler! Lol this cracked me up, I hope you have a good day 😆