#silver spoon x chives

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[myriadimagines]

Characters: Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: —

Gif credit: thoranda

Sensory Prompt: 15. The taste of salt on the tip of your tongue

Word Count: 432

A/N: hope y’all like this one!! didn’t really have a plot but if you’re into some ol' domestic goodness then this is the drabble for you, hopefully (sensory prompts are not open!)

Aromatic smells fill the kitchen in gossamer wisps of steam rising from the pot that Wanda slowly stirs, her gestures slow and gentle as the soup she cooks inside gently bubbles from the flickering flames underneath. Next to her, the rhythmic sounds of your knife hitting against the cutting board as you cut some chives is oddly soothing. Quiet classical music plays in the background from the living room speakers, perfecting the quiet atmosphere that you and Wanda have created.

You spin on your heel, reaching for the cupboard above you as you open it to grab some bowls as you see Wanda adjust the heat, lowering it ever so slightly as she pulls open a drawer in front of her, delicately selecting a small spoon, her silver rings glittering with the silver cutlery. You smile to yourself as she bumps the drawer closed with her hip before dipping the spoon inside, scooping out a small portion of soup before bringing it to her lips, blowing on it to cool it down. She cups her hand under the spoon to catch any stray drops before it hits the floor, and you walk over to her as she holds the spoon out to you. 

She giggles as you maintain eye contact with her, a myriad of flavors instantly hitting your tongue as you take a small sip. You close your eyes, letting out a small murmur of appreciation as you can taste the mixture of spices that somehow all manage to compliment one another, can taste the vegetables that you had helped Wanda cut up. A tiny hit of salt remains on your tongue, the perfect amount, and you eagerly nod at Wanda approvingly.

“It’s amazing you have this family recipe.” you remark, wrapping your arms around Wanda’s waist from behind and resting your chin on her shoulder as she divvies out some of the soup into two bowls, just for the two of you, before garnishing it with the chives. “It’s absolutely delicious.”

Wanda beams at you, sliding two spoons into the bowls before turning to plant a kiss on your cheek. The kitchen has always been her sanctuary, cooking her way of calming down, and being able to do it with you never fails to make her day. And to also be able to share a recipe with you that always makes her feel at home, makes her feel closer to her family, only makes her happier. 

“Come,” Wanda balances the two bowls in her hands, tilting her head towards the table as a soft smile brightens her features. “Let’s eat.”