#most I know just use maple or golden syrup

[fallinallincurls]

pancakes for two, i will always love you

this is my (late) entry for demi's lowkey lovefest 2k24! thank you so much for hosting this fun little challenge @wyattjohnston!

this fic is also a belated birthday gift to the amazing @desiredposion!! inspiration struck and i had to make the most of it so i hope you love this! this was also my first time writing for nico which was so much fun.

prompt used: "don't ever stop looking at me like that."

heavily inspired by the lyrics "maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two, hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you" from keep driving by harry styles

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 1.3k+

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Dating a professional hockey player means that slow mornings are a rarity. Usually, Nico is up and out the door for morning skate before your eyes even open. But today, you’re lucky enough to get the extra time in bed with the man you love for the first time in what feels like forever.

As sunlights bathes the room in a subtle, but beautiful golden glow, you snuggle in closer to Nico in an effort to absorb the heat radiating from his body. His strong arms tighten around you instinctively and even though his eyes remain closed, he presses a kiss to your forehead before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Morning, Neeks.”

“Mm,” He hums contently, making you giggle and you relish in the rough feeling of his scruff against your skin. You card a hand through his tousled hair, earning a soft moan in response.

“Come on, schatzi.” He murmurs, dragging out the syllables of each word as a slight smirk appears on his lips. “You know how much I like it when you play with my hair.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” You chuckle, moving your hand to his cheek just as Nico lifts his head and his gorgeous brown eyes meet yours. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, the playfulness that was evident just seconds ago fading even though the identical tender smiles on your faces continue to grow.

“We don’t get to do this enough.” Nico whispers, gaze never leaving yours as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. You rest a hand on his bare chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart and try to commit every detail about this moment to memory. Nothing but pure adoration rushes through your veins as you admire the beautiful man next to you.

“That’s okay. It makes these rare mornings that much more special.”

“I’m going to tell the team we can’t ever have practice until after 10 at the earliest.” Nico grins, his dimples appearing as he laughs at his own little joke.

“You have that power as captain?” You tease, pressing a kiss to his nose, his cheek, and finally his lips. Nico smiles into the kiss before deepening it for a few seconds, bringing out that familiar need for him.

“I don’t really know, but I deserve some more time with my girl so I’ll make it a rule. I don’t care what anyone says.” He mumbles against your lips, voice low and still full of sleep.

Your heart swells as you drink in the sight of your boyfriend. Nico’s eyes are sparkling with love and his sweet smile is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. His hair is a mess but somehow still looks perfect and you absentmindedly trace shapes on his shoulder, feeling the well toned muscles there. 

He is a dream. And despite all odds, you’re the lucky one who gets to love him every single day. That’s something you’ll never take for granted because you never thought you’d find someone as kind, caring and amazing as Nico.

Yet, here you are. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Nico presses another tender kiss to your cheek before pulling away like he’s going to get up.

“Hey, hey! Where do you think you’re going?” You tease him, grabbing onto his forearm in an effort to keep him in bed.

“To make breakfast?” Nico replies, more as a question than a statement. His brows knit together in confusion and the cutest look crosses over his facial features.

“Right now? We can’t stay and cuddle for five more minutes?” Nico can’t help but chuckle at the adorable pout you’re putting on display, but doesn’t give into your antics. Instead, he leans down to give you one last kiss before heading towards the bedroom door.

“Yes, right now. By the time you’re done with your morning routine, everything will be ready. I promise. We have all day to be cozy and do absolutely nothing.” He reassures you, that cheeky smile of his blossoming across his lips and bringing out his dimples again.

“Not fair, Neeks!” You call after him, that giddy feeling of happiness rushing through you when you hear his laughter floating down the hallway. After soaking in the warmth for a few more seconds, you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed to shower and get your morning routine done. 

And true to his word, when you enter the kitchen dressed in sweats and one of Nico’s shirts ready for a lazy day in with your boyfriend, you find the counter covered in a full breakfast spread. A mug of coffee made just the way you like it, pancakes for two, maple syrup, hash browns and eggs are all plated and ready to be enjoyed.

“Nico,” You breathe out, shock and awe evident in your voice. Nico is always doing something sweet for you, no matter how big or small, but you weren’t expecting this at all. “What is this for?”

“Just because.” Nico shrugs, a bashful look on his face. His cheeks are pink with blush and those gorgeous brown eyes are twinkling with excitement. “We don’t get many mornings together like this. I wanted to spoil you. Made all your favorites.” He admits before stealing a kiss from you and passing you a full plate he somehow put together without you noticing. 

“I love you.” There’s nothing else you can say. After all the time together, these little gestures still warm your heart and are the kindest reminders of Nico’s love for you.

“I love you too, schatzi. Now come on, let’s eat. We’ve got a whole lot of nothing to do today.” Nico teases, sitting down next to you at the table. 

As you enjoy breakfast together, the two of you talk about everything and anything. Nico tells you some funny stories from practice yesterday and catches you up on all the drama about how Jack likes a girl, but won’t make a move. You fill him in on your latest project at work and how you scheduled a girls day with your best friend for later that week. 

“We’re going to check out that new bookstore in Hoboken! The one right by the restaurant we really like on the waterfront. I’m looking for the next book in the series I’m reading so hopefully they have it.”

Noticing Nico has been quiet the whole time you’ve been talking, your rambling trails off. But before you can ask what’s wrong, your breath is stolen away. Because when you take in the sight of your boyfriend, you see the fondest look on his face. One that you recognize of pure love and adoration. It’s the look of someone who has found exactly where they should be. The look of someone who has found happiness in the simplicity of spending their life with another person. 

“Please don’t ever stop looking at me like that.” You murmur, the words slipping past your lips before you even realize what you’re saying. Nico’s gentle smile just grows, his hand reaching for yours. 

“Like what?” He teases, that familiar playfulness evident through his question. 

“Like nothing else in the world matters but the love that we have. Like you’re the happiest right here with me.”

“I am the happiest with you. Always will be.” Nico whispers before pulling you in for a deep kiss. He says everything with that kiss, words aren’t necessary and wouldn’t do justice to how he feels about you. You melt into his gentle touch, smiling against his lips as everything else falls away for just a moment.

“And you’re right,” He starts when the kiss breaks, his big brown eyes never leaving yours. “Nothing else even compares to the way I love you.” 

And right then, over pancakes and coffee that Nico made you, you know he’s going to be the man you marry. The one you spend the rest of your days with. Because this kind of love is once-in-a-lifetime and you don’t want to go through life without him by your side.

#nico hischier #nico hischier fic #nico hischier fics #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier blurbs #nico hischier fluff #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[lokiforever]

His Favourite Mortal 🧡

Mood board by, the one and only - ME

A/N : So, this is for the birthday of the one and only @holdmytesseract ❤️ The one you all know as a lovely writer and an amazing person. Hope you like this little drabble, my friend.

First of all, this is tiny as I didn't have much time and ideas and I'm writing this at 2 am instead of sleeping, so, sorry about that. You already know why the theme is orange. Happy birthday, darling 🧡

Today was the day. The birthday of his favourite mortal. The God had waited so long for this day as this would be your first birthday with him. And hence, he wanted it to be nothing less than perfection.

He looked at your sleeping form beside him, a soft smile forming. Time to execute plan A.

You woke up in a cold bed, without your gorgeous boyfriend on your side. It wasn't too uncommon for him to wake up before you, though and so, it didn't bother you that much.

"Ah, looks like my little dove is awake already" his voice urshed to your ears, making you smile softly, your eyes were still closed as you were in the trance of your sleep. He gracefully walked in the room with a tray of delicious breakfast.

It included a plate of warm pancakes, beautifully plated with some maple syrup and berries. Eggs made just the way you loved them. Two croissants, two cups of hot cocoa as it was cold, a set of muffins and last but not the least, two mugs of warm tea.

He placed the tray on your bedside and turned to you. "Good morning, my love. And a very Happy birthday" you slowly opened your eyes, seeing his beautiful face "Good morning, darling. Thank you so much" you said w a big smile as he leaned down to kiss you softly. "I made breakfast for us" "You did?" "Uh-huh" "Aw, my love...you truly are the best"

You loved the breakfast as well as the gesture, he always thought so much. "Loki..I..this is truly amazing, babe. I don't have words to describe how much this means to me.. thank you so much. You're the best" you said with a few tears in your eyes as you saw the tempting tray he had set up and felt the love that literally oozed out from it.

"Of course, my love. Afterall, it's the birthday of my favourite person."

After finishing breakfast, he moved onto step two. "Now, you must go and get ready, love" he said.

"Are we going somewhere, darling?" "We are" "Where?" "Asgard" "Asgard?!" you asked in excitement and disbelief. "Yes, my love. The people of Asgard wanted to celebrate the birthday of their princess. Plus, mother wanted it too , not to mention Sif and brother." "OMG!!! Really!??" "A hundred percent"

You couldn't contain your excitement. It was a dream come true. A ball. A literal ball feast for you. It was surreal..

"But what shall I wear?" "You underestimate my abilities, darling" he said with a wink.

After an hour, you too were standing outside your house. Loki called Heimdal and the bifrost open. "Just hold onto me." he told you. And you did, you clung onto him for dear life as the bride teleported you to Asgard.

It's beauty never failed to amaze you. It was something words could never describe. You greeted Heimdal and he welcomed you.

As you went inside the golden palace, you met Frigga and exchanged your greetings as she wished you a happy birthday. She was without doubt one of the sweetest persons you've ever met..

"If you don't mind, son, I'll take your lady with me now, we have to get yer ready for the feast." she said to Loki. "Of course, mother. Just don't take too long" he ended with a playful smile

As you went with Frigga, she showed you a dreamy gown, it was in Loki's colours and was the most gorgeous dress you had ever seen. No time later a group of maidens entered the room ro get you ready.

*a few hours later*

You heard a knock on the door 'Just in time' you thought. You looked absolutely gorgeous and like a true princess. "It must be Loki" said Frigga

"Come in"

And it was indeed Loki. He froze the second he laid his eyes upon you. You walked towards him and smiled. "D-Darling you...you..umm...you look absolutely ravishing... exquisite." He said as he was at a visible loss for words.

"You don't look any less, my prince"

"Can I have my lady back, mother?" "Sure you can but first..." she walked towards you and handed you a gorgeous necklace, it was like none Midgard has ever seen "This is my present for you, dear. May you and your love for each other keep prospering. "Thank you so much, Frigga. You are truly one of the best people I've met" "Oh, you flatter me, my dear child. My blessings are always with you two"

Soon enough it was time for the ball. The guests started arriving. The ball was grand. The people were great and were very happy to meet you.

It was now the mid of the ball that Loki turned to you and said "I still haven't given you my gift, love" "Oh, Loki.." he stood up to make an announcement "Ladies and gentlemen, all the people of Asgard, as we all know, we have gathered here to celebrate the birthday of the lady whom I have the pleasure to call mine. So, this great evening, in the presence of you all.." he took out a box which had a beautifully crafted ring and bent down on one knee "In the presence of all of Asgard, I, Loki...*he took a tiny glance at his so called father and turned back at you* Odinson, ask you, Y/N Y/L/N to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

Your eyes were teary and you couldn't form words. You noded "Yes! A Thousand times yes!!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as Loki slipped the ring in your finger and got up to pull you in a passionate kiss.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Wish you a very happy birthday, Maddie. May you be blessed forever. Love you, my friend ❤️

~Lots of love xxx

#loki #loki x reader #loki mcu #marvel loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader insert #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki fluff #birthday #loki fanfic #loki being adorable

[robbybirdy]

Baking therapy on a budget Ft. Genshin Characters: Keqing - Almond Pulp Cookies

Hello, every birdy. Today we are going to be doing zero waste. If you read the last post you will know that we have some unused almond pulp, from the almond milk. This is a really simple recipe. The original recipe is  vegan and gluten free. However, I am going to share with you what I used because as most of you know I like to use ingredients that I already have in my house, and i don’t like going to the grocery store to get one or two things. Especially if I know I am not going to be using them. 

Before I forget and neglect the character in question like I do in the game. Keqing (ka-ching, $$$) is a significant character in Liyue’s archon quest. She is one of Ninngaun’s helpers. As we have seen in the Stove God Event, Keqing does in fact love food and is not just a workaholic. I was unable to get any shrimp at this time or I would have tried to make one of her favorite dishes, because honestly, that is one of my favorite dishes as well, Golden Shrimp Balls. Even though she says that Almond Tofu is not her favorite food, These cookies are not anything like tofu. 

The ingredients that you will need for this recipe are:

1 ½ cups almond pulp (this is equal to 1 batch of almond milk, which uses 1 cup of almonds)

1 cup rolled oats

½ cup maple syrup, agave syrup or what I did was make a simple syrup with hot water and sugar

½ cup of either almond butter or peanut butter ( i used peanut butter)

¼ cup of ground chia seeds or ground flax seeds - this is equivalent to 1 egg (Which is what i used)

1 Tablespoon of coconut oil, or margarine (I know not the healthist and right now its not really the cheapest thing at the store but it was what I had in the fridge at the time of making this.)

2 teaspoons of vanilla

½ salt 

Optional things you can add

½ cup chocolate chips

½ raisins -this is what i choose 

¼ cup of unsweetened shredded coconut

This recipe is an easy recipe that you can switch out ingredients to make them according to your diet. I had no reason to make this recipe vegan, but it can be made that way if that is your diet. 

You want your almond pulp to have dryed in the fridge for about a day. If you use it right away it will be to wet to work with. 

The first thing you will want to do is preheat your oven to 350 F. Prepare 2 large cookie sheets with parchment paper or silicon baking mats, if you are working in a conventional oven. If you are using a convection oven, reduce the temperature to 325 F and spray your pan, and do not use parchment paper. It will take a lot longer, but the cookies will taste the same.

Next, I combined an egg and the simple sugar to a small bowl and mixed them.  

In another medium sized mixing bowl you are going to mix together the almond pulp and you have to make sure that you have gotten rid of all of larger chunks with a fork. Once you have all of that done you are going to add in the oats and salt, and stir everything together. 

To the egg mixture you are going to add the peanut butter, margarine and vanilla making sure to mix well. 

Now, we are going to add the peanut butter mixture to the almond pulp mixture and stir until everything is absorbed. Once everything is combined you are going to add in your add-ins. 

Use a large spoon to drop the cookie dough onto your prepared cookie sheet. Make sure to flatten each of the cookies. 

Bake the cookies for 350F for about 13 minutes or just until the edges start to brown. Cool them on the baking sheet for about 5 minutes before removing.

These cookies were really good, and I just left them on the coffee table in the living room. It did not take long for the cookies to go. Which is a good sign, because my family is known to tell me when they don’t like something. 

I hope that you liked this recipe.  Feel free to check it out for yourself. See you in the next post. Thank you.

Recipe: Here

Almonds to Zucchini 

#ts3 #simblr #ts3 simblr #baking #baking therapy #recipe #food #Genshin Impact #genshin impact #Almond pulp #almond #almonds #keqing #keqing genshin impact

[angstismyfood]

TOH Dump: Wittebane Names

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The Wittebane bunch have always made me curious when it came to a few things;

1. Family history. HUMAN family history. 2. The lifes of the brothers between their childhood times and getting stuck in the Boiling Isles. 3. Their names.

Here are some name meanings, found for you via nerdy old me;

Philip = Fond of Horses Belos = Lord Caleb = Faithful Hunter = Someone who Hunts (obviously) Wittebane = “Witte” // White or The White One, “Bane” // Glorious Defender Flapjack = “Pancake” (”Flap” refers to tossing a pancake)

I have analysed them in the given order :)) “Belos” makes a lot of sense, but “Philip” in the context of its meaning seems a bit strange. Unless, that is, you take a closer look. Horses in the Bible (considering that Philip and Caleb would’ve been Christian) symbolized war, power - power as a leader/king - and physical power/strength. And, well, EMPEROR BELOS. Also I find it kinda interesting how horses are usually seen as companions to humans, the ones helping out with travel and all, and then there goes Philip making a bunch of buddies (aka Grimwalkers) to help him out when he became Belos.

“Caleb” does make sense if you think of it as faith to morals and not completely to religious teachings, considering that - with the information we have - it seems likely that he dated a witch, or at least befriended one at some point. The Bible, although at the time used as a guide for literally everything, also taught morals - and of course, morals vary between person to person. Caleb going against what he was most likely taught since birth doesn’t seem as unlikely considering that he spent more of his life in the Boiling Isles than Philip (considering the age gap), and all in all seems to be a lot more open personality-wise (from what we know). Also, just as a side note, it is possible that Hunter got his overly-curious and nerdy nature from Caleb - but again, it’s just a thought.

“Hunter”... I mean, Philip (and Caleb, for a certain time) are/were literally WITCH HUNTERS. Also, Hunter seems like he was forced to run errands for Belos a ton (think back to the episode where he literally FLIES OUT OF THE BOILING SEA [I still have so many questions, those ingredients really made him invincible to the heat of smth]), so I guess that kinda counts as hunting. Hunting also usually involves clear, simple-step, organized goals and ways of acting; which match with the entire “golden guard” thing pretty well if you ask me.

“Wittebane” is technically two names merged together; “Witte” and “bane”, and if you merge the meanings into a proper English sentence, you get “The white, glorious defender” - which seems pretty 16th-century-vibes to me. This makes me wonder if the Wittebane family (as in Philip and Calebs’ elders) would’ve been army-related, or possibly directly related to the entire “kill the witches/people possessed by the devil” thing going on back then - you know, since “saving everyone from that one person possessed by the devil” seems to match the “defender of everyone” job description.

“Flapjack” being another term for “pancake” is pretty light hearted, and kind of funny considering that literally EVERYTHING ELSE about the Wittebanes’ is depresso-expresso in some way. I guess the only thing I can really say about this is that pancakes got their name in the 15th century, so yes, Philip and Caleb were probably pancake-crazy - oh, maple syrup also existed, so let’s hope they had/enjoyed good food before getting into the “eating-fairies” diet.

To sum things up; the Wittebane names are interesting to a certain degree (in my opinion). I hope we learn more about them, and how Philip and Caleb literally got a statue of themselves back in Luz’ home town (probably where they came from, hope Hunter doesn’t go nuts in S3 [more than he already has, that is]).

I hope you didn’t die from my rant, enjoy the next 24 hours. (P.S: plz give me angst food)

- Bloop

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[kissagii]

why you can't use vanilla extract in place of sugar, an essay

for @https-true-egoist

For the most part, ingredient substitutions in baking are perfectly fine - you find something similar to the ingredient you won't be using and occasionally make alterations to quantities to make sure you get all the right chemicals in yor recipe. But in the case of vanilla extract and sugar, the compounds are so fundamentally different that a substitution physically wouldn't work.

The first, most glaring issue, is that sugar is a solid while vanilla extract is a liquid. And while sometimes you can use a sugar syrup (eg honey or maple syrup) in place of some of your sugar, vanilla extract is essentially water. Thus, the substitution would essentially wreck the texture of whatever you were trying to make, and the texture of a batter is strangely important. Take the time I used water in my cupcakes instead of milk, resulting in a thinner batter. The watery cupcakes rose differently, expanding outwards and over the liner versus making a nice dome. Or in cookies, where a thinner dough will spread more versus a thick batter that will stay in a ball.

Secondly, vanilla extract is in no world sweet. I don't know what you were thinking saying "they're both sweet." It's actually mostly alcohol and water, which is what they used to extract and suspend the flavor compounds. A nutrition label for vanilla extract says that there's 1.6g of carbohydrate per 13g of extract - that's about 10% sugar. Pure cane sugar is, well, 100% carbohydrate. So even if you wanted to do a substitution, you'd have to use 10 times as much vanilla extract (by weight) as sugar, which would result in the most atrociously vanilla flavored (and expensive) baked good ever. There's a reason why you use only about a teaspoon of vanilla in your baked goods - it's potent, and designed to be so.

And if you didn't use enough vanilla extract you'd be missing out on the sugar, which adds more than sweetness. It contributes to structure, creaming it with butter or whipping it in with egg whites adds structure (eg. cakes, meringues). It also contributes to the caramelization and maillard reactions that aid in browning and make that delightful golden brown crust that tastes so good.

And of course, my favorite reason - sugar substitutions are delightfully sketchy. This comes down to the chemistry of the sugar itself and how the slight differences in structure lead to different behaviors. Take for example a little food science experiment I did a few years ago, where I used maltose instead of sucrose. I'll add the chemical structures below so you can compare them.

See how similar they look? They even have the same chemical formula. On a molecular level they're so very similar, so it should be fine to use one in place of the other, right? Wrong. Cookies made with sucrose (cane sugar) worked just fine. Cookies made with maltose ended up melting over the tray and down into the oven. The subtle differences in chemical structure (the 5-ring versus 6-ring) make the behaviors so different in how the molecules interact with each other and with other molecules. Maltose is more powdery, whereas sucrose is crystalline, and the differences go on. Sugar substitutes that actually work definitely exist, but it's not as intuitive as it might seem.

So, if two very similar structures behave so differently, you'd understand why vanillin, alcohol, water, and a tiny bit of sucrose wouldn't work at all. Here are the structures to prove my point.

The majority of vanilla extract is nothing like sugar, so it won't work like sugar, and more likely than not it will just wreak havoc upon your recipe in the quantities necessary to replace the sugar.

And that's why you can't use vanilla extract to replace sugar. I completely condone Aspen's attempt to kill you for doing so. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

sorry for derailing into chem nerd territory at the end i couldn't resist

#idek what to tag this #nerd things ⋆｡°✩

[birdgirlvia]

Wednesday Characters as D+F Fragrances

I’m currently heavily hyperfixated on two things: Wednesday and perfume. I decided I might as well combine the two, and have some fun with one of the most Wednesday-esque perfume houses I have ever seen, that being Death and Floral. These aren’t necessarily what I think these characters would wear, but more what they would smell like as a whole, or maybe they just fit the vibe? I don’t totally know, because this is just for fun! Use this as an interesting look into the characters, OR use it as a perfume rec list! Support small, ethical fragrance houses!!

I have the characters listed, followed by the titles of the scents and then the D+F descriptions of each scent!

Wednesday

- Damned Nightfall

     “The deepest and darkest amber blended with violets, black labdanum, vanilla absolute, espresso absolute, fresh cocoa beans, and honey”

- Queen of Moths

     “Incense, rich chocolate, decaying flowers, tobacco, dark woods, attic dust”

- She was the storm

     “Black hemlock, driftwood, hay absolute, dreamy sandalwood, spiced oudh, dried fruits, dead leaves”

Tyler

- Someday I’ll get on that train

     “Earth grass underfoot, the morning after a long rainy spring night. Warm morning air and the far off scent of sweet tobacco and forgotten linens swaying in the early breeze”

- ‘Tis the season to acknowledge the void

     “Black musk, black amber, pinyon pine needles, and the knowledge that time's arrow marches on. Contains a very slim profile of warm nuttiness, black coffee, and dark cocoa beans”

- We took the gig for the mileage writeoff

     “A waft of a gasoline puddle outside of the stop’n’go, quiet night air surrounding the car parked under flickering fluorescent lights, a tiny tinge of salty sweat, the milky scent of quiet and happy dog feet, asleep in the backseat”

Enid

- Girls and graves

     “Sugare’d grapefruit, pink musk, soft cherry blossoms, fluffy pink clouds of fairy floss”

- Time marches on

     “Fluffy blend of blue and pink cotton candy, early morning English ivy, and light spring rain”

- Pop Donuts

     “Pink and blue frosted donuts, blended with maple syrup and blueberry jam”

Xavier

- I was born a bitch, I was born a painter

     “Sweet basil and violets, blended with Spanish moss, yarrow oil, and blue musk”

- Whispers of Strange Sounds

     “Creaking floorboard wood, sweet olive tree, dark patchouli and rye, overgrown ivy on abandoned brick”

- It’s beginning to look a lot like [REDACTED]

     “Glidingly smooth fresh pen ink, warm vetiver and red leaves”

Bianca

- I could never stay long enough on the shore

     “A quiet and empty beach full of barren miles of white sand, under a cool night moon. The soft smell of old, salty boardwalk wood in the air. A small hint of smoke in the air from a distant fire, warmth on the edge of the cold winter coastline”

- With the fishes and the dead

     “Black squid ink and mile long oceans. Black ambergris, black labdanum absolute, salty ocean water, and black pits of stretched out emptiness”

- Red string of fate

     “Red musk and black, burnt amber blended with golden honey and black molasses”

Morticia

- Full of fire and stars and all of October

     “Dark red wine, barrel-aged in a long abandoned cellar, blended with golden patchouli and osmanthus”

- Goth Dolly

     “Peru balsam blended with spiced sandalwood, and black lipstick accord. A tribute to womanhood and being whoever you want to be”

- The secret of wives and widows

     “A dark and mysterious blend of Arabian sandalwood, luscious vanilla, orchids and southern night air; white tea in a fine cup of china held by a figure with long painted nails”

Gomez

- I am a rich man

     “Vanilla bean cut with vetiver, swirled over raw animal musk (vegan) and blended with tuberose”

- Monsters Still Under My Bed

     “Creaky floor wood, spiced nutmeg, golden oudh, chewy tobacco, vanilla copal resins, smokey warm amber”

- The more I give to you, the more I die

     “A velvet top hat delicately blended with fancy silk robes sitting in a room made of cold stone. A tinge of cold metal mixed with the finest green absinthe and black musk”

Eugene

- Honeycomb

     “Green and floral honey, not sweetened. Deep Honey of the earth. Blended with 100% beeswax absolute”

- Happier than a corgi on stilts

     “Warm blueberry bread muffins and furry corgi fur, with hints of musky toe beans and shaven saw-wood”

- Sweet tea in the summer

     “Honey and sugar swirling in iced tea, white florals, ginger, coconut cream, Egyptian musk”

Sheriff Galpin

- 11 days in December

     “The scent of an abandoned car, wet footprints leading to a path, an exotic mystery trail of citrus, spice, dust, and oil”

- That’s a rock fact!

     “Wet rocks and spooky darkened trees, damp grass underfoot and a glistening tinge of being followed”

- The wolf only needs luck to find you once

     “Crisp forest night air, lunar musk, large drifting oakwood trees, the musky scent of a trailing shadow”

Principal Weems

- The same way I am in love with the moon

     “Palo santo blended with smoked sandalwood and a lunar accord. Deep and reminiscent of a breezy night under a looming full moon”

- The library, still burning down with us

     “Burnt edges of books, the overpowering scent of gasoline wafting around the wooden banister, wax candles melting on a desk”

- Ray

     “A comfy leather armchair on a chilly autumn night, surrounded by the scent of piles upon piles of books, sweet cigars from an open box, and a nice cup of Lapsang Souchong tea”

Miss Thornhill

- The soft crunch of bread and bones

     “Flakey coconut French madeleines, stifling bakery air, vanilla cremé and crunchy macarons, the last sip of green tea with a mysterious lover”

- Two cups of tea, a summer monsoon, and me and you

     “Rain on cracked soil, wet creosote, a swelling monsoon, desert cedar, black tea”

- You are our May Queen!

     “A sinister floral blend of chrysanthemums, hyacinths, and bright red poppies laid on a bed of stark white linen sitting upon a pile of bluegrass. Blended with green tea and hallucinogenic juniper leaves. Warm, inviting, and completely unnerving”

#wednesday #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #xavier thorpe #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #larissa weems #principal weems #marilyn thornhill #eugene ottinger #morticia addams #gomez addams #laurel gates #sheriff galpin #perfume #d+f #deathandfloral #some of these are a stretch so please forgive me #i have explanations for all of these but i didn't want to make this post too long #but i hope they all seem to fit at least to an extent

[dragonmuse]

My curiously was aroused on my most recently reread of the LH&K 'verse when Stede said there was "very heated bargaining" around the wedding party. Was that just about whether they'd have one at all/how many people? Or were they actually wanting the same folks?

(excellent question!)

What mostly happened was that Eddy did not give a flying fuck and Stede very much cared and was picturing a flock of doves worth of people. Eddy bargained him down to one each and then Stede asked,

"Who do I choose then?"

"Whoever you want?" Eddy had a headache.

"But that's playing favorites."

"Yeah? So?" Maybe if they fell asleep Stede would work through it on his own. Except it was noon and they were at the nice brunch place that Eddy would like to come back to and people got weird when you fell asleep face down in a plate of maple syrup.

"It's not...I don't want anyone to be upset."

"Why would they be upset?"

"Because I chose someone over them? It would make me upset," Stede reasoned, waving around a bit of bagel.

"So don't choose anyone."

"But that brings us back to either no party or an enormous one."

"No to the big one," Eddy reiterated. "We figured this out already. Best person each. Deal is a deal, golden boy."

"Fine," Stede frowned. "So who are you going to choose?"

"Jim," Eddy said without having to think about it.

"Why?"

"Why do you think?"

"Don’t do that. It’s just if I understand your reasoning, it'll be easier for me to decide. Maybe I want Jim."

"Fuck off, you can't have them." She took the bagel out of Stede's hand and popped it in her mouth.

"I would've given it to you, darling," he sighed. "Just tell me."

"Ugh, fine," Eddy chewed slowly, buying time. But there was no getting around admitting, "they're my closest friend."

“Are they?” Stede frowned. “How do you know that?” 

“Fucking hell,” Eddy picked up their empty coffee cup for something to occupy their hands. “Dunno. Got a lot in common. Spend a lot of time together. Have fun together. If I want to tell someone something and you’re not around, they’re next on the list.” 

“Oh. That makes sense,” Stede offered up his cup. “If you want more.” 

“I’m good.” They set down the empty one. “Just...it’s Lucius, right? You can have him.”

“Lucius?” 

“Yeah, my love. Tall one with the fluffy hair that follows you around like he’s on a string and it's annoying the hell out of him. Can’t miss him.” 

“We do spend a lot of time together.” There was a smidge of coffee left in Stede’s mug. Eddy reconsidered and took it off him. Stede barely took notice, lost in thought. “Do you think we’re friends? I mean I would consider him a friend, but I’m not sure he’d consider it back.” 

“Dunno. Probably. You’re likeable.” 

“I’m really not,” Stede frowned, noticed his hand was empty and picked up his water glass instead, taking a sip. “I think you’re the only person that thinks that.” 

“Good thing I’m the one marrying you then.” 

That brought a small pleased smile to his face, “So it is.” 

“Anyway, he likes you. Luc isn’t the type that hangs around people that he doesn’t like.” 

“He’s not?” 

“Nah,” Eddy finished Stede’s coffee. “He’d be long gone by now if he thought you were shitty. Plus, there’s all the gossip sessions.” 

“I do not gossip,” Stede huffed. 

“You do. Maybe it’s about dead writers or whatever, but you two get very catty when left alone for too long. Like about the Bironic guy.” 

“Lord Byron deserves every nasty word ever said about him.” 

“Mhmm. See you can’t get me to talk about that worth a damn, but I bet if you text Luc right now, he’d have some kind of rant ready to go.” 

“I’m going to tell him you’re defending Byron.” Stede did not get out his phone. 

“If he falls for that, than he’s way more gullible than I’ve ever guessed,” Eddy snorted. “Just ask him, my love.” 

“Don’t know if you don’t ask.” It was a phrase Stede often leveled at the kids and he looked half-annoyed half-pleased that Eddy had needled him into it. “Fine. I’ll ask him.” 

Good. Then Eddy could have Jim. Perfect. Not that she cared. She didn't need a wedding party.

“Should we have another round of coffee?” 

“No,” Eddy reached across the table, but this time all she stole was Stede’s hand. “Can we go home? I’ve got a headache.” 

“Of course, dear. Do you think they should have matching suits?” 

Eddy considered the maple syrup again, more seriously this time.  “I would like a nap.” 

“You can’t fall asleep every time we talk about the wedding for too long,” Stede laughed. “Just tell me you’re done.” 

“My love, my heart,” Eddy clutched his hand. “Mercy. I’m so fucking done.” 

“All right, all right. Tabled for the day.” 

He was a ridiculous man and Eddy was going to marry him so hard as soon as they figured out the flower arrangements.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #babygirl and goldenboy #stede teach bonnet #eddy teach bonnet

[1ore]

today in: living in an imperial hellstate, i think of RWK’s writing in Braiding Sweetgrass about a different type of nationality

There’s a beautiful map of bioregions drawn by an organization dedicated to restoring ancient food traditions. State boundaries disappear and are replaced by ecological regions, defined by the leading denizens of the region, the iconic beings who shape the landscape, influence our daily lives, and feed us—both materially and spiritually. The map shows the Salmon Nation of the Pacific Northwest and the Pinyon Nation of the Southwest, among others. We in the Northeast are in the embrace of the Maple Nation.

I’m thinking about what it would mean to declare citizenship in Maple Nation. Kerm would probably answer with two terse words of resentment: pay taxes. And he’s right, being a citizen does mean sharing in the support of your community.

Here it is, almost tax day, when my fellow humans are getting ready to make their contribution to the well-being of the community, but the maples have been giving all year long. Their contribution of limb wood kept my old neighbor Mr. Keller’s house warm all winter when he couldn’t pay the oil bill. The volunteer fire department and the ambulance squad as well rely on maple contributions to their monthly pancake breakfast, to raise funds for a new engine. The trees make a real dent in the energy bill for the school with their shade, and, thanks to big canopies of maples, nobody I know ever pays a bill for air-conditioning. They donate shade to the Memorial Day parade every year without even being asked. If it weren’t for the maples’ ability to break the wind, the highway department would have to plow snowdrifts off the road twice as often.

Both of my parents have been active in their town government for years, so I’ve seen firsthand how stewardship of a community happens. “Good communities don’t make themselves,” my dad said. “We’ve got a lot to be grateful for, and we all have to do our part to keep it going.” He just retired as town supervisor. My mom is on the zoning board. From them I learned that town government is invisible to most citizens, which is perhaps as it should be— necessary services are delivered so smoothly that folks just take them for granted. The roads get plowed, the water is kept clean, the parks are kept up, and the new senior citizens center finally got built, all without much fanfare. Most people are indifferent, unless their self-interest is at stake. Then there are the chronic complainers, always on the phone to contest the tax levy, and also on the phone to object to cutbacks when the same tax levies fail.

Fortunately, there are those in every organization, few but invaluable, who know their responsibilities and seem to thrive on meeting them. They get things done. These are the ones we all rely upon, the people who take care of the rest of us, quiet leaders.

My Onondaga Nation neighbors call the maple the leader of the trees. Trees constitute the environmental quality committee- running air and water purification service 24-7. They’re on every task force, from the historical society picnic to the highway department, school board, and library. When it comes to civic beautification, they alone create the crimson fall with little recognition.

We haven’t even mentioned how they create habitat for songbirds, and wildlife cover, golden leaves to shuffle through, tree forts and branches for swings. Centuries of their falling leaves have built this soil, now farmed for strawberries, apples, sweet corn, and hay. How much of the oxygen in our valley comes from our maples? How much carbon is taken from the atmosphere and stored away? These processes are what ecological scientists term ecosystem services, the structures and functions of the natural world that make life possible. We can assign an economic value to maple timber, or gallons of syrup, but ecosystem services are far more precious. And yet these services go unaccounted for in the human economy. As with the services of local government, we don’t think about them unless they are missing. There is no official tax system to pay for these services, as we pay for snowplowing and schoolbooks. We get them for free, donated continually by maples. They do their share for us. The question is: How well do we do by them?

#oh robin wall kimmerer we're really in it now #love this land

[candy-floss-crazy]

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[thedisneychef]

Sweet Potato Pancakes Recipes – Boatwright Dining Hall

If you're a fan of pancakes and sweet potatoes, you may have heard of Sweet Potato Pancakes, a delicious and unique twist on the classic breakfast staple. Drawing from our experience, we can attest that Sweet Potato Pancakes are a flavorful and satisfying breakfast option that's perfect for any day of the week. The combination of sweet potato and warm spices creates a unique and comforting flavor that's perfect for the fall season. Whether you're a seasoned cook or a beginner, there are plenty of Sweet Potato Pancakes recipes available that are easy to follow and use simple ingredients that can be found at most grocery stores. In this article, we'll take a closer look at Sweet Potato Pancakes, their variations, and some tips and tricks to help you create a perfect batch every time. Doing a week about food my son eats wouldn’t be complete without some sort of pancake. My son is something of a pancake aficionado. His first solid food were mini pancakes from Schwan’s (which were actually surprisingly good, but I digress). The first food he asked for by name was pancakes (though he called them “ta-tatata’s,” and more “ta’s” were added depending on his degree of excitement). And whenever we drive by a Denny’s, he announces that pancakes live there. So yeah, he’s a fan of all things pancake. More Delicious Recipes You Will Love: - Sweet Potato Gnocchi with Honey-Truffle Brown Butter Recipe - Maple Creme Brulee Cupcakes: A Disney-Inspired Recipe - Coconut Lime Icebox Fudge: A Disney-Inspired Treat When it came to searching for that perfect recipe, I wanted something a little different then just a regular old pancake recipe. When I discovered this recipe, I got really, really excited. It seemed new and unique… Maybe even one of those “tradition” recipes that you crack out for really special occasions. A plate of these before Thanksgiving would be heaven.  I wish there was a way to transport the smell these make while cooking through the computer. It’s amazing. Better than a Yankee Candle. The only thing to know about this recipe is that the pancakes are much denser, so they take a long time to cook. They come out nice and fluffy, but if left to sit they tend to settle and become slightly more dense, like a really thick crepe. When it comes to cooking them, they really have to sit on the hot pan longer than a normal pancake, and they come out a dark, golden brown, simply because of the brown sugar. Just wait until you see those lovely bubbles rise to the top of the pancake and then you’ll know it’s time to flip. These are great with syrup, powdered sugar, and I bet even ice cream and whipped cream. Included is the honey butter recipe that, while it looked fabulous, I didn’t make due to allergy concerns. If anybody who decides to make these awesome treats decides to make it,let me know how it tastes. Conclusion In conclusion, Sweet Potato Pancakes are a delicious and unique twist on the classic breakfast staple that's perfect for any day of the week. Drawing from our experience, we can attest that the combination of sweet potato and warm spices creates a unique and comforting flavor that's both satisfying and indulgent. With the help of easy-to-follow recipes and simple ingredients that can be found at most grocery stores, anyone can create a perfect batch of Sweet Potato Pancakes in the comfort of their own home. Plus, there are plenty of variations and additions that can be made to the basic recipe to customize it to your taste preferences. Whether you're a fan of sweet potatoes or just looking for a new breakfast recipe to try, we highly recommend giving Sweet Potato Pancakes a chance. In addition to the delicious food and recipes, Disney World is also known for its unique dining experiences, such as character dining and themed restaurants. Whether you want to have breakfast with Mickey Mouse, dine in a replica of a sci-fi drive-in theater at Hollywood Studios, or enjoy a meal with an ocean view at the Coral Reef Restaurant in Epcot, there's something for everyone. And with the help of Recipes Today and the How to Make category, you can even recreate some of these magical dining experiences in your own home. So why not start planning your next Disney-inspired meal or dining experience today? Read the full article

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Plant Based Diet for Beginners

Gluten-free, vegan pancake recipe  is a delicious dessert that can be enjoyed by everyone. It is made from ingredients like maple syrup and coconut oil to give it a rich, buttery flavor.

The filling for this pie is made from pumpkin puree and almond milk with just a touch of maple syrup for sweetness. Pecans are added to the crust for a nutty flavor and then the pie is baked until it’s golden brown on top.

There’s no need to go without dessert when you’re on a vegan yellow curry recipe  diet.

The most important thing is to make sure that the ingredients are vegan and gluten-free. A lot of people don’t know that there are many different types of sugar and they might not be aware of the ones that are vegan.

Ingredients:

1/2 cup coconut oil, melted

1 cup almond milk

1/4 cup maple syrup

1/2 tsp vanilla extract

3 cups pumpkin puree (I use canned)

2 cups pecans, chopped

This is a vegan pancake recipe that is gluten free and vegan.

The ingredients are as follows:

-1/2 cup of coconut oil or vegan butter

-1 cup of brown sugar

-1/4 cup of maple syrup

-3 cups of gluten free flour mix

-1 teaspoon of salt

-4 tablespoons of cornstarch

-2 teaspoons of baking powder

-2 teaspoons of pumpkin pie spice (or 1 teaspoon cinnamon, 1 teaspoon ginger, 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg)

#vegan pancake recipe #Vegan Dad

[everythingpuddle]

I think the biggest issue with a lot of mainstream veganism is the lack of understanding towards other cultures? A lot of indigenous people hunt still but that’s far more sustainable than what we (at least for me as an American) practice with the meat industry. Same with poorer countries where food may be limited or where meat is considered more luxury than an everyday commodity. The same can be said of animal byproducts. A farmer in India milking his one solitary cow to provide sustenance for his family is worlds away from the dairy industry here in the US. I think it’s important to consider that the ways that we in the developed world/the west view and practice meat and animal byproduct consumption is very different from what the rest of the world does and the ways where our consumption of common vegan alternatives (ex agave instead of honey) harm other countries. Even within the US, veganism isn’t achievable for many due to poverty, health restrictions, or even people who have histories of restrictive eating disorders. I’m vegan and I think it’s the best choice for me given the privilege I have within my community, but I don’t think it’s fair when I see other vegans push that onto other communities.

Most vegans aren’t asking indigenous people to go vegan. (I don’t think I’ve encountered anyone but trolls doing that).

Seriously, the problem is factory farming. Not hunting, whatever my personal feelings about that is.

Factory farming produces the vast majority of meat for the world We can go into the ‘what abouts’ but honestly that’s just a way to deflect from the actual point. Whenever people bring up ‘what about people who live in the Arctic circle??’ it’s never from someone who actually cares about life there - they just don’t want to talk about their own situation.

I really hate this argument because it’s almost never made in good faith. It always comes from someone in the same economic situation as me who absolutely could go vegan with minimal effort but are making excuses.

I also don’t think that people realise the conditions that animals are raised and slaughtered in. There’s a lot of misunderstandings over how animals are treated during their lives and how they are killed. Seriously, most people have never thought about what happens to male chicks or that cows have to be repeatedly impregnated to keep producing milk.

It’s not fair to push veganism onto other communities? Maybe. But it sure as shit isn’t fair to gas pigs to death or dump chicks into a blender as soon as they’re born.

So no, I’m not asking indigenous people to go vegan (although the Native American vegans I know on twitter who ask you not to use their culture as a pawn in arguments please), and I’m not asking your hypothetical Indian man with his hypothetical single cow to go vegan. I can’t speak for them, and neither can you.

What I am asking, however, is why aren’t you vegan? Because that’s the only worthwhile discussion the two of us can have about this.

#asks #anon #vegan #veganism #I hate this particular argument #I am assuming anon isn’t trying to troll me #but this is what trolls say when they want to be cunts #also #it isn’t only vegans who use agave #and being vegan doesn’t mean that you eat it either #most I know just use maple or golden syrup

[robbybirdy]

Sumertime Baking Therapy #2 Chickpea Chocolate Chip Cookies

Hello, every birdie!

Now imagine this: you wake up, can't go anywhere because the sky is orange, and you have asthma. (You constantly pray for the people of Canada.) Normally you go to your local food pantry/thrift store and the fact that you can't go makes you frustrated. Now you want to go bake something, but then realize that there are no eggs in the fridge. This fact does not phase you because you live in the time of internet and can easily find egg less dessert recipes.

I honestly didn't know what I was going to be making yesterday. I knew that I had chocolate chips and I had chick peas/ gorbonzo beans. And so I searched the internet to find a recipe that would work. And I didn't exactly find a specific recipe for what I was looking for, but I did take inspiration from the two links down below. Feel free to check them out.

What you will need: • 15 oz can chick peas • 1 bag chocolate chips • 1 cup Peanut Butter • 1 or 2 tbsp milk ( most of the recipes were using maple syrup and it added the moisture that it needed. Just go with what looks good.)b • 1/2 cup brown sugar • 1/2 cup granulated sugar • 1 tsp vanilla extract • 1 tsp baking powder • 1 tsp baking soda • 1 cup oatmeal

The two kitchen appliances that I am going to be using is both my food processor and my convection toaster oven.

Grind up your chicks peas first because you don't want pieces of chickpeas in the cookies. Once the chickpeas are smooth you are going to put in the rest of your ingredients minus the milk, oatmeal and the chocolate chips.

You will want to add the milk a little at a time, just until the desired consistency is met. And it will be met a bit differently each time. Place your cookie dough in a bowl and fold in your oatmeal and chocolate chips.

Now I used my convection oven to make these cookies. But you could easily make them in a regular oven. Regular oven - 350 F. Convection oven - 315 F. You want to go 25 degrees difference if you are baking in a convection oven.

Each oven cpnvection or normal is going to be different. And if i havent made a cookie yet i eill always just bake it for 8 minutes and add time to it. Because as my mom has told me " you can always add time, Robyn. You can never take it away. If a recipe says 10-12 mi utes always go with the first number." You want these cookies to be brown and golden around the edges.

Regular oven - bake your cookies for 10 to 12 minutes.

Convection oven - bake your cookies for 8 minutes.

Let them set on the cookie sheet for about 4 minutes. Then transfer them to a cooling rack and enjoy.

I personally loved these cookies. Both for dessert and for breakfast. It was so high in protein, they weren't extremely sweet or anything like that. And I think my favorite part of these cookies was what my younger brother said to me. He takes a bite, looks at me and says " Robyn… You made a Cliff bar but you made it taste good." This comment was so unexpected, and it made me laugh. It wasn't what I was going for but it was something.

I honestly baking this way. Just randomly baking with what ever we have in the house. It helps me mentally and honestly it helps me when it comes to not being just being a person who only make when type of dessert. And I understand how lucky I am that I have my family, who will give me there honest opinions. I don't think I would continue baking if the responses I got were just " this tastes good" or " this is sweet." Sometimes I just need the honesty.

I hope you liked this recipe.

Recipes that inspired me: https://www.verybestbaking.com/recipes/original-nestle-toll-house-peanut-butter-and-milk-chocolate-morsel-cookies/

https://iheartvegetables.com/chickpea-chocolate-chip-cookies/

#baking #chickpeas #chocolate #chocolate chip cookies #cookies #oatmeal #cookie

[darling-dummy-blogs]

A Valentine's Surprise- Victor Li

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day in Loveland City. Cassie has a whole day prepared for her and her husband, Victor. Just to show how much she loves him on this special day. She even planned a little surprise at the end~

Pairing: Victor Li X Cassie (OC)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None! Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes:

This is my gift for you all for Valentines <3 It isn't much due to how crazy busy I've been as of lately but I hope you like it!

Happy (Belated) Valentine’s Day Everyone! I hope you had a lovely day spent with the ones you cherish and love most.

Enjoy~

The morning of Valentine's Day was rather peaceful and sunny. The sun shone brightly when the clouds parted in the sky over Loveland. Basking the busy city in a beautiful golden hue.

It was only 8:30a.m. The sound of Victor's alarm going off stirred him awake from his peaceful slumber. He shifted from his comfortable position to turn off the alarm, letting out a yawn and a small groan once the sound was shut off.

He then proceeded to feel around for what he hoped was his wife laying beside him, however he felt nothing but the soft silk sheets of his bed.

Opening his eyes finally, rubbing away the sleepiness in his eyes, he sat up, after fully realizing that she was not present, he felt confused.

Where is she…?

He gazed around the room. The sun peeked through the closed curtains, nothing seemed out of place except for the presence of his girl.

Gazing at his nightstand he acknowledged the time. He slept in. Something he rarely does.

Didn't he set his alarm before going to bed last night? How odd...

What is more surprising is that his wife was up before him. It's usually the other way around.

Victor stood up from the bed, dressing himself in a fresh pair of sweatpants, making his way to the bathroom to start his morning routine.

Once he had finished, he made his way out of the bedroom, he could faintly smell the scent of freshly made pancakes. Which gave him the indication of her whereabouts.

She's in the kitchen.

He headed in the direction of the scent, quietly making his way to the kitchen as the smell became more prominent and even more lovely.

The sight he saw as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen made his heart swell with love and appreciation for the girl who stood in the center of the kitchen busying herself with making breakfast.

The woman in question, unaware of his appearance, hummed along to a tune that was quietly playing in the background while she was surrounded by dishes and ingredients she was using for breakfast.

Clad in one of Victor's dress shirts, a pair of pajama shorts covered by an apron which was smeared in bits of flour, she made herself busy as she was preparing to surprise Victor with a lovely breakfast.

Cassie had a whole day planned for him, with a little bit of a surprise for him at the end as well. She wanted to show her appreciation for her husband and wanted to spoil him just as he always spoiled her.

Making food for him was something she often did whenever he didn't feel like cooking during the days that are less busy. However with the exception of it being Valentines Day; a holiday Cassandra loves celebrating most. She knew she wanted to be the first to do something for him.

While Cassie knows he is never one for surprises seeing as throughout the timeline of their relationship in which Cassie tries often to surprise him, he always found a way to surprise her first. Which only made her fall further in love with him over time.

Cassie smiled as she worked. She had just about finished making the meal; heart shaped pancakes sprinkled with a little bit of powdered sugar as well as a good amount of maple syrup on top. She was almost completely ready to present it to her lover.

She just needed to cut up some strawberries and some raspberries to finish it off. Once that was done she had poured two steaming cups of coffee for the two of them to enjoy.

She clasped together her hands in joy as she marveled at the finished product; pleased with her efforts. All she needed to do now was wake her sleeping husband.

However the moment she turned she saw him standing in the doorway with a soft smile on his face, making her eyes widen in surprise, it wasn't long before she voiced her surprise.

"Victor! You're already awake?" She watched him as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him.

"Mhm," He responded, leaning down to press a light kiss to her forehead, holding her close.

"How long have you been standing there for? I was just about to get you," He could hear the pout in her voice, making him let out a small chuckle.

"Only for about 10 minutes. I was wondering where you were. I didn't find you in bed when I woke up."

She melted into his touch, nuzzling against his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck as she looked up at him.

"Well since you've caught me… I was trying to surprise you with breakfast." She pointed towards the steaming dishes on the counter top.

He turned his attention from her to the plates, humming in acknowledgement. His lips perked up in a gentle smile.

"I can tell. It looks delicious," He looked at her. "I can assume you were the one who shut off my alarm early this morning, correct?"

Cassie looked away, letting out a small nervous giggle, "...Maybe…? O-only because I wanted to make you breakfast!" She looked back at him, a small frown on her face. "And...I wanted to show how much I love and appreciate you and all that you've done for me."

Victor's eyes softened, as he cupped her cheeks into his hands lightly caressing them with the pads of his thumbs.

"Dummy… having you here by my side every single day is all I could ask of you."

Her cheeks heated up under his touch and his loving words, making her frown shift into a loving smile.

Cassandra leaned forward, capturing his lips with her own. In which he reciprocated fervently.

The further the kiss got more intense, the further Cassie melted into him, almost forgetting about her plans for the day ahead, hence why she was the first to pull away for air.

Clearing her throat lightly and ignoring the blush on her cheeks, she spoke, "Breakfast will get cold if we don't eat now." She smiled.

Victor let out a small chuckle as he finally let her go. "You're right."

She grinned as she turned to grab both dishes, bringing them over to the dinning table which had been decorated with rose petals and scented candles.

How she had managed to do all of this in the span of a couple hours this early in the morning left Victor speechless.

However one thing he was sure of, in this moment, was the love he had for this woman and how that will never change. She became his entire world.

And he became her entire world. And she wanted him to know that, each and every day as his wife.

The couple ate peacefully, enjoying each other's presence while conversing about usual topics that come to mind in the moment.

After the meal was finished, Victor insisted he wash the dishes as she was the one to make the meal for them.

Cassie allowed him to do so, sitting herself on the island countertop watching him, continuing their previous conversation as she waited.

As she sat there she had a small gift bag for him on her lap, she looked down at the gift in question, the inkling feeling of nervousness began to flow through her.

Getting lost in her thoughts she didn't even realize that Victor had long finished the dishes and had noticed she got very quiet all of a sudden, focusing his attention on her entirely.

"Cassie?"

She snapped out of it, looking up at him. "Hmm?"

"Is everything okay?" He spoke, a hint of concern laced in his voice as he stepped closer to her, gazing into her eyes.

"Mhm. I just.. I have a gift for you! One more little surprise." She laughed nervously as she held up the gift for him to see.

He raised an eyebrow as he took the gift from her, a little hesitant to open it. "What is it?"

"Open it and you'll find out." She encouraged, with a small smile. She watched as he pulled out the tissue paper hiding the gift.

She nervously chewed on her lower lip as he pulled out a small fabric of folded clothing: a baby onesie to be exact.

He stared at the piece of clothing rather confused at first, he carefully unfolded the outfit, reading the words printed in beautiful lettering:

'Baby Li : Arriving September 2022.'

The confusion now was replaced with pure shock as he gazed from the onesie to his wife, eyes wide with shock.

Cassie gave him a smile as she pulled out a pregnancy test from her pocket, tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke,

"Surprise… I'm pregnant!" She let out a small giggle as she gave him the test. "I'm only 5 weeks along… And I don't know if I should even be telling you ye-"

She got cut off as he had pulled her into a warm embrace, she gasped as he held her tightly, however she composed herself, hugging him back gently, smiling as she felt relieved.

"You're not mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad? I'm so happy…" He pulled back, gazing into her eyes, a big smile on his face, tears welling up in his own eyes.

She smiled more, gently caressing his cheek. "Then I'm glad. I'm so happy…"

"And I'm so excited to raise this baby with you. I love you so much Victor." The tears in her eyes finally slipped down her cheeks as she rested her forehead against his. "Thank you for enduring this little surprise."

He brought his hand up, wiping away her tears while chuckling. "Dummy… I love you so very much… "

"Happy Valentine's Day."

#mlqc fanfic #mlqc #mlqc fluff #mlqc victor #mr love queen's choice #mlqc li zeyan #victor mlqc #mr love victor

[cazimagines]

Perfectly Exasperating - Chapter 3

Synopsis: While you have been unknowingly kidnapped Zemo is determined to make the time he spends with you the best that he can

Word count: 5.4k

Author’s note: Hey all! This is sorta a one-month celebration of my account and for all the love you guys have shown this series and my other series 'A Freudian Slip' I can't thank you enough! My editing program decided to screw me over though so if you can see a difference grammatically in the first half and the second half that's why

Masterlist

(Please check out my master list to see what I will be writing next and if requests are open or closed)

Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Your eyes slowly flutter open as the warmth from the sun shining through the curtains touching your skin waking you up. Yawning and stretching, feeling the soft duvet move on top of you, you sighed in content, closing your eyes again as you embraced the happiness which had been foreign to you for so long. You reach out to seize the end of the duvet and gradually slide out of the bed; you feel the slight chill of the morning breeze brush against your exposed legs. Crossing over to the wardrobe your hand reaches out to flick through the many dresses, shirts, trousers that hung in there, all belonging to shops such as Gucci, Prada, Valentino. There were clothes appropriate for any event, but today you choose comfortably as you pull out a maroon knitted sweater and dark blue jeans. Though appearing to be rather cheap clothes, you knew Zemo would never have spent less than $100 on them.

When Zemo said he would take care of you, he meant it in every aspect. It was a culture shock going from the relatively poor life you lived, surviving off the small amount of money they paid you for being an Avenger to being treated like royalty by Zemo. Not that you were complaining. It was a guilty pleasure of yours enjoying this luxury, a part of you hoping it would never end. If you had told yourself just a few weeks ago, you would have enjoyed living with Zemo you would have laughed in your face but that man had certainly turned on the charm and you couldn’t help but feel the slightest big thankful for him for everything he has done for you.

You finally leave the confines of your room, something you had only been allowed to do a few times until today. You convinced Zemo yesterday that you weren’t concussed from when John had hit you with the shield and that you would be fine getting up and walking around. He was still hesitant but knew he couldn’t keep you confined in your bed forever.

You close your eyes as you inhale the sweet smell of cooking pancakes, making your stomach grumble greedily. Following the scent, you work your way down through the interior design living room into the lavish kitchen where Zemo currently had his back turned to you as he attempted to flip the pancake he had in the frying pan. His purple turtleneck sleeves were pulled up, exposing his forearms as they tensed, trying to get the timing right to flip the pancake. He does so with perfect accuracy, the golden brownness of the pancake soaring up into the air and landing back down in the frying pan, sizzling.

Zemo giggles to himself, celebrating his minor achievement as he waves the frying pan, his body swaying along slightly with it.

“That smells heavenly,”

Zemo whips around at hearing your voice pierce the air. “Ah y/n! Please, take a seat while I make breakfast,”

His eyes follow you as you take a seat down at the table he had prepared for this morning, then focus back on the breakfast at hand. You pour out some orange juice Zemo had left on the table, then your gaze flickers back to him as he finishes cooking. He stacks the pancakes onto two plates and grabs some sugar, maple syrup, and lemons out of the shelves, giving you a choice of toppings.

You scoff as he turns around, seeing on the apron he had tied around himself the words ‘kiss the chef’ on it.

“Really?” you ask, raising the glass to your lips as you watch him glance down to his apron and then back up to you offended.

“You don’t like?”

“It’s embarrassing to look at!” you exclaim as he places the plates down on the table and sits down opposite you.

Zemo’s eyebrows twitch as he scoffs back at you, “I think it suits me, plus a kiss is expected after I worked so hard on breakfast” he says, tapping his cheek with his finger.

You raise an eyebrow, letting a breath out as you laugh, “Yeah, in your dreams,”

You two settle into a comfortable silence as you readily eat the breakfast he made. The pancakes were soft but delicious, sickeningly sweet but you have always had a sweet tooth and so it seems, does Zemo.

“I thought you would have one of your staff make breakfast, you never struck me as the person to do something yourself when you can make others do it,” you say breaking the silence as you finish the last of your pancakes.

Zemo glances up to you, tilting his head, “Why do you think that? Because I grew up rich?”

You nod, not attempting to make yourself sound nicer, “Yes. It’s common knowledge the rich are always spoilt”

His lips twitch up into a smile at your bluntness. He sighs, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs as he addresses you.

“You’re right. Even though Sokovia was a rather small country, I grew up with more riches than most people could dream of. But at least I acknowledge my privilege. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”

“Depending on what you use your privilege for. Blowing up the UN isn’t exactly putting it to good use now stop avoiding my original question,”

Zemo bites the inside of his mouth as you see through his attempts at trying to dodge the question. His admiration for you however outweighed any annoyance he might have felt at being called out for it. Leaning forward again to rest his arms on the table he says,

“It’s only me, you and my Butler who occasionally comes in. After I was arrested, there was no work for my staff so they all left and I can’t exactly hire anyone else,”

You nod, satisfied, then dab the napkin that Zemo has set out beside you, on your lips to get rid of any leftover sugar. You place your hands on the table and push yourself up from it.

“Well, thank you for breakfast, and thank you for looking after me this last week… that was nice of you, but I better be going. Do you know where my phone is?”

Zemo’s eyes furrow and he immediately stands up as you walk away from the table. He rushes past you, stepping in front of you to stop you from walking.

“You can’t leave y/n,”

Your head jilts back in confusion, “Why not?”

“We ruined Karli’s plans, so she is trying to find us. That’s why Sam and James are out hiding and why we must remain here,”

“I can handle Karli,” you tell Zemo, trying to step past him, but his hand reaches out and grasps your arm firmly.

“Not a super-soldier y/n. It’s too dangerous, especially after your recovery. James and Sam will reach out to me once it is clear to leave, but for now, we stay.”

You huff in frustration, shaking Zemo’s hand off your arm as you cross them. “Well, at least get me a phone so I can keep in contact with them too,”

“I’m afraid I can’t get you a phone currently, but you are welcomed to use mine. Alas, James and Sam have my number but I don’t have theirs’s so unless you remember their numbers we have to wait till they message first to reach out to them,”

You let out a melodramatic sigh, rolling your head looking to the side of the room then back to Zemo.

“So what the hell am I to do to keep occupied?”

Zemo tilts his head, his eyes flicker to the side in thought as he opens his mouth wordlessly and his eyes move back to yours, his eyebrows raising as he frowns thinking over the idea that has just entered his head.

-

With his fingers, Zemo, gazing at you eagerly, beckoned you down the corridor, towards a giant door that was at the end.

“I’m not a dog Zemo” you complain as you follow him

“Have you ever heard of dramatic effect?”

Zemo had taken off his apron and replaced it with that coat he loved to wear so much. You firmly believed it gave him a power complex. He strutted to the end of the hallway and placed his hands on the door. His face turns to you smirking, enjoying this dramatic pause as you roll your eyes at him. He pushes the door open and stands to the side, sweeping his arm across the space to let you in.

You walk past him and your eyes widen in amazement as you walk into the most magnificent library you had ever seen. The room itself stretched out almost further than you could see, seeming to go on and on. The shelves looked like they reached up to the sky, each one stacked with thousands of beautiful hardback books. The design of it looked like you had just stepped into heaven, with white and gold being the main colour scheme. On the ceiling was a painted sky with the gods on, looking down at you. On the pillars separating the shelves were little cherubs, their bows positioned to pierce your heart. Everything about this library was beautiful. It felt like a library that should belong to a museum not kept in this private mansion.

“You see why the dramatic effect was necessary?” Zemo says stepping up beside you, looking out at the shelves before you.

“Zemo this is… this is beautiful,”

His eyes flicker to you then back to the library, a smile appearing on his lips, “Yes, I suppose it is. When I was younger, I had always taken things like this for granted, but after my time in prison I believe it’s made me more humble,”

You walk over to the nearest bookshelf, letting your fingers brush over the colourful hardbacks. You pull one book out, stroking the golden platted side. “You must have every practically every book in existence here”

“I have more books than I could ever get round to reading. You can find anything you want to read here,”

After ten minutes you had gathered a rather sizable book pile you were determined to read, full of fictional and non-fictional books, some of your favorites and some you had never read before.

Zemo chuckled as you tried to hold all of them in your grasp. As you picked one up, the book on the very top of your pile slipped and fell to the floor. Panic surged in you, worried you would damage something so expensive, but Zemo’s hand appears and catches it before it could hit the ground.

Straightening up, he gave you an amused smile, “Maybe you should let me help carry them”

Accepting his help, he takes half the book pile off you and guides you over to a place deep in the library where you two could read. There were two light green armchairs facing each other, with a fireplace just behind them. To the side of the chairs were small tables which contained bookmarks, a goblet, and an ashtray, and to the side of one chair was a globe which could be opened, and inside it held a decanter full of whiskey.

Zemo places the books in his arms on the table then walks over to one shelf, browsing till he finally finds the book he was looking for. He returns to find you getting comfortable in your chair, opening the first book.

“Whisky?” he asks, opening up the globe beside him.

A few days ago you would have said ‘no, no way,’ but today you smile and nod your head, reaching out with the glass beside you to gracefully accept the drink.

-

The next couple of days were spent similarly with you and Zemo spending much of your time reading in the library together. Occasionally you two would even read to each other as he had first done with you when you had woken up here. Though you would never admit it to him, his smokey voice made you very comfortable. If he tried, he could lull you to sleep with that accent of his.

You couldn’t help but try to separate the Zemo you know now as the one you used to hate. Yes, he had torn apart your family, but he had all the reason for what happened to Sokovia, what happened to his family. Plus, this Zemo seemed to try hard to make it up to you. Almost too hard. He was trying everything to keep you entertained while you were stuck here, make your life as comfortable as he could. It was nice.

You strolled into the kitchen hearing the quiet buzz of the radio playing the latest top hits and the sound of someone humming along to the music. In there you find Zemo by the counter, fixated on the bowl he held in his arm and the spoon in his hand as he delicately tries to put the mixture into the cupcake trays before him. You had offered to make food, feeling like he always did too much for you but every day he insisted he would, even on days where it Butler would come around.

“Need help?” you ask, walking over to stand beside him.

He glances at you, then back to the tray he has laid out before him. “I’ve got a handle on this,” he replies just as he spills some mixtures onto the counter, making him swear under his breath.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you say, looking down at the spilled mixture. You turn to face him, letting out a chuff as you place a hand on his arm, “Zemo stop being so prideful and let me help”

As soon as your hand comes in contact with his arm, he freezes. He glances down at the ground, swallowing then his eyes flicker to yours and he smiles gently, his usual arrogance disappearing. “Okay,”

You grab a spoon from the draw and help Zemo scrap off what he puts into his spoon into the cake tray with accuracy. You two stand together, your shoulders brushing up against each other till you finish and put it into the oven.

“We have 30 minutes until we need to get them out. Why don’t you read for a bit while I clean up,”

“I can help clean up,” You tell him already going over to the sink to turn the water on, “You’re not my servant Zemo,”

“Helmut” he suddenly says

You turn back to look at him, confused at the seriousness of his face, “Please y/n, call me Helmut,”

Your mouth moves wordlessly for a moment, then you say, “Helmut,” trying the name out on your tongue. You were so used to calling him Zemo, you had forgotten that that wasn’t his first name.

“Thank you” he whispers, glancing away from you bashfully.

He takes a towel off the side of the rail and dries up everything you washed as you two settled into a peculiar silence.

Attempting to liven the atmosphere again, you put a cup just at the right angle of the running tap that the water splashed into Zemo’s coat. He steps back shocked, glancing down at his coat then back to you. He lets out a laugh, his mouth open in surprise that you would do that. “Oh, if that is how it is”

Zemo quickly grabs a mug, running it under the following water. Realizing what he was going to do you let out a squeal and rush for the door but you don’t get far enough till you feel the water hit your back, soaking your t-shirt.

“Helmut!” you gasp as he chuckles at you. You run forward to grab the nearest thing in front of you to chuck it at him, a piece of bread in this case but he ducks as it flies over him. He fills the cup up again and runs towards you but you get to the table and hide on the other side till you were both poised opposite each other waiting for one of you to make the first move.

“This isn’t fair!” you whine, feeling the coldness of your t-shirt cling to your back. “Who said anything about fairness!” Zemo shouted back, grinning at you.

Eventually, you two called a truce when the oven chimes letting you two know the cupcakes were finished baking. After that day, Zemo always asked if you wanted to help him make meals.

-

“Is the popcorn ready?” you shout as you jump up from the floor where you were placing the DVD into the DVD player.

“Almost done” Zemo calls out.

While waiting, you settle yourself down on the middle of the red sofa, twisting your back to get that perfect spot as you stared up at the giant screen in front of you.

Zemo emerges from the kitchen holding the popcorn and places the bowl onto the table in front of you. He settles down beside you, instantly positioning his arms on the top of the sofa, resting behind your head.

He leans forward to pick up some of the popcorn, tossing it in his mouth as he asks you what you have chosen to watch tonight.

“Beauty and the Beast,” you say excitingly and Zemo coughs, leaning forward as he accidentally inhaled the popcorn in his mouth.

He wipes the tear from his eye as he leans back and you give him a confused look, “Do you not like the film?”

“No-no, it’s not that. W-why do you want to watch the film?”

“It’s my favorite Disney film,”

He nods his head slightly looking down at the popcorn, “I see…” he then glances back to you, looking you in the eyes, “Why is it your favorite Disney film?”

You lean back sighing as you think the movie over, “Well, I’ve loved it since I was a kid. I always wanted to be like Bell and I found the beast so sweet and gentle”

“Even though he imprisoned her?”

“He let her go in the end, and she came back to him”

Zemo opened his mouth wanting to say more, but you sushed him as the movie started, wanting to concentrate only on it.

Zemo turned down the lights to make the experience feel as cinematic as he could of you. Grabbing the bowel he offered you some of the popcorn and you smiled at him in thanks. He tried to enjoy the movie, but his eyes kept wandering back to you, watching your expressions as you watched the movie. His heart skipped a beat every time you laughed at it when that gorgeous smile would grace your face, even in the sad moments where it looked like you were about to cry. He loved seeing how you reacted to everything. There were so many things he had taken for granted, and it felt like he was discovering them all over again with you. It fascinated him to find out the beauty and the beast was your favorite film. It was almost ironic given your current situation, one of which you remained painfully unaware of. He knew he couldn’t keep you in the dark forever. Sam and James were bound to discover where you two were eventually, which is why he wanted to enjoy every moment he had with you to the fullest before it was over.

As the movie went on, Zemo could feel your body moving closer and closer to him. The heat that radiated from your body made him want to wrap his arms around you, but he didn’t know if that would go too far. Roughly by the end of the movie, your head rested against his chest, moving slightly up and down as he breathed. He could tell by your shallow breathing you had entered the realm of dreams.

Looking down at you, he couldn’t help but admire how peaceful you looked. When on the mission with Sam and James you had always appeared tense, prepared to fight your way out of a situation as soon as possible, but at this moment you were relaxed and it made his heart flutter. He could look at you forever like this and never tire of it.

He had found himself in the past comparing you to his wife. He felt conflicted feeling this way about another woman, but how he felt about you differed from how he felt about his wife. It was new, exciting, addicting. Slowly raising his hand, he brushes a piece of hair that had fallen over your face while you slept. Your skin was smooth against his fingers and so soft. His fingers lingered on your skin before finally, he let his arm rest around your body, holding you close as you slept against his chest.

-

Your arms were raised, feeling the walls on either side of you as you tried to figure out if you were going and if you were about to bump into anything while Zemo’s hands were clasped around your eyes tightly.

“Don’t you trust me y/n” he whispers in your year, snickering.

“Do you want a pleasant lie or the harsh truth?” you ask, turning your head slightly but Zemo tuts and moves your head back with his hands

“Not long now, just a few more steps,”

“Till what!” you whine

“Be patient y/n!”

Zemo lifts one hand of your eyes telling you to keep them close and you hear the creak of a door open ahead of you. His hand returns to your face and with slightly pushing his body against yours, he urges you forward into this new room.

“Can I finally look now?”

Zemo removes his hands and steps back from you, “Okay y/n, open your eyes”

Opening them you gasped in shock seeing what was before you. On a stand was a replica of Belle’s dress in Beauty and the Beast. Its honey yellow colour shone out, the top of it tightly clung to the mannequin it was on while the bottom poofed out, it hung with no shoulder straps and came with yellow gloves. Everything about it was perfect.

“Helmut I- I’m, stunned,”

“You like it?” he asks anxiously

You turn to him grinning, “Of course I do!”

You hug him tightly, ecstatic, then rushed over to the dress, brushing your fingers along it. “It’s beautiful” you whisper.

“I think I got the sizes right,” Zemo says coming up beside you, a pink tinge to his cheeks, “There’s only one way to know for you,” he adds on, turning to you giving you a gentle smile

He helps you take the dress off and chuckles as he watches you rush off with it to get changed, then leaves to get changed himself.

The dress fitted perfectly on you. Everything from the bust down to the waist. Even the gloves fitted perfectly. When you entered the bathroom, you found Zemo had even found some make-up in case you wanted to use any. He thought of everything.

Finally looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You truly felt like a Disney princess. Slowly you walked back down the stairs and enter the room Zemo had to lead you in, to begin with. As you walked in, let out a merry laugh as you saw Zemo, dressed up in a blue jacket, embroidered with yellow roses on the sleeves, just like the beast. He was standing by a record player, putting a disk in as you walked in. He turns to look at you, his mouth opening in wonder.

“Y/n… you look glorious,”

His sincere comment makes your cheeks heat up and you hold your arms out to him, squeezing your hands letting him know you want to hold his hands.

He turns the record on and your favorite song from Beauty and the Beast floats out, making your cells light up with excitement.

“Helmut” you start to say as he walks over to you, holding his hand out, “Why are you doing this?”

He gently takes your gloved hand, bending over to kiss it. “I know it isn’t easy being stuck in here all the time and you said you loved ‘Beauty and the Beast’ so I thought it would make a pleasant treat,”

His arms hesitantly touch your waist as he looks into your eyes as if asking it was okay. You nod and step closer to him, taking his hand in yours holding it up. Getting into the waltz position you two start to move along the dance floor, swaying to the music.

You two slide along the ballroom floor, picking up speed. As you look up to him, he breathes out smiling back down at you happily. His hand on his waist spins your around as your dress flutters out. You squeal in delight as you grasp back onto his hand as you felt dizzy.

You two turn around the floor looking each other deep in the eyes. You could feel his breath on your face as you two were barely inches apart from each other. Zemo pulls you in even closer as your arm goes around his neck, your body pulled into his. He dips you as you cling to him tightly for dear life as the music fades.

He holds you into that position, panting as he looks at you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. You could feel that pull towards him, your eyes starting to flutter shut. He leans towards you but suddenly you feel your fingers slip and you almost let go of him. His other hand quickly wraps around making sure you don’t fall to the floor.

He helps you back on your feet and you two steps apart. You look away feeling your cheeks burn up again.

“Helmut, thank you. Thank you so much” you tell him earnestly

He looks deep into your eyes, smiling in bliss, “Anything for you y/n”

-

“Y/n, are you awake?”

You groan as you hear Zemo whisper beside you, waking you from your sleep.

“Ugh, Helmut what time is it,” you moan turning over with your eyes are closed.

“It’s 8, time to wake up”

“Nooooo” you whine screwing up your eyelids.

You hear him chuckle and then you feel something push against your lips. You open your eyes confused to see Zemo beside you, holding a strawberry to your lips.

You smile and take a bite out of it, moaning in delight as you taste its sweetness as you sit up. He sits up beside you and holds out some melted chocolate for you to dip the strawberry in.

“Helmut, you spoil me”

“Not enough,” he whispers back as he puts the chocolate-covered strawberry to your lips letting you take another bite.

“I’m not even surprised anymore to see you in my bed when I wake up,” you tell him

“Technically this is my bed”

“You know what I mean!”

He chuckles as he pushes his head back into the headboard, “I thought it would be a nice way for you to wake up,”

“Consider me impressed,” you tell him, looking over at him smiling. He glances back to you, his lips twitching up. You lean into his side, not caring at the moment you were in a simple nightdress. You close your eyes inhaling his cologne and picking up a strawberry to feed to him.

“I could get used to this,” you whisper to him

-

You scan the piano music book before looking back down to the notes before you. It had been a while since you had last played so you thought you might as well pick it up while you were stuck in Zemo’s mansion.

You press the notes but every time you tried to play one of the chords you always missed one. You were trying to play your favorite song 'Comptine d'un autre été' but to no avail.

“You need to flow with the music and not worry about hitting the right notes”

You turn around and smile as you see Zemo approach you from behind. “Isn’t the whole point of music to play the right notes?” you say sarcastically

Zemo lets out a huff chuckling, “Well yes but you’ll hit the notes when you stop trying so hard. Now try again”

You turn back around and attempt the music again but hit the wrong notes making you slam the piano in annoyance.

“Don’t damage the piano”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, “I should give up,”

“No don’t do that” Zemo says, brushing his fingers over your waist, “Here let me help you”

He puts his hands on top of yours guiding them, “Let’s try again,”

You look to the music then back down to your hands which had Zemo’s resting on and attempt to start playing again. His hands moved in time with yours as they guided along with the piano, pressing down on your fingers when you needed to. You got every note. Well, Zemo got every note.

“See, easy,” he says as he pulls back from you. “Now try again”

You attempt to play again but feeling his eyes stare into your back you couldn’t concentrate and messed up the notes again.

“We just went through this!”

“It’s hard to concentrate with you staring at me!” you exclaim turning around to him. Your eyes widen as what you just said as he tilts his head, a smug smile appearing on his lips.

“Oh, I make it hard for you to concentrate do I?”

You groan at his cockiness, looking away from him so he doesn’t see your glistening red cheeks.

He walks up behind you again, his fingers grazing your jawline, stopping at your chin as he raises your head to look up at him. Seeing him look down at you made a knot in your stomach tighten.

“You are awfully red y/n”

“Shut up”

He chuckles and leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I like it when you blush”

The breath gets caught in your lungs as you feel his lips on your forehead, their softness cooling your burning skin.

For the first time in your life, you were rendered speechless, by Helmut Zemo no less.

His teeth flash in his smile as he looks down at you, “Come let’s practice this again” he says, leaning over as his back pressed into yours, putting his hands back on top of yours.

-

“Zemo do you mind if I borrow your phone briefly to see if that new video has been released?” you call out picking up Zemo’s phone that he had left on your seat.

“Go ahead! Just don’t check anything else on there” he yells back

“Worried I will find your nudes?” you call out as you unlock the phone. Pressing onto the youtube app you sigh in annoyance seeing no new video and so you were about to put the phone back down when a message appeared from a contact simply labeled ‘S’

It read, ‘S: Look just tell us where you have taken her. Whatever you are doing with her it isn’t worth it”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at what the hell could that message mean. You click onto the message stream just to see a ton of messages from this ‘S’ contact but with no reply from Zemo.

You hesitate for a moment, knowing Zemo wouldn’t want you to do what you were about to do, but your curiosity got the best of you and you pressed the call button.

It rang for a few seconds and then the line picked up.

“Zemo” Sam’s voice rang out through the phone

“Sam?” you ask back

“W-what, YN/!? Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Woah Woah Sam, calm down, I’m fine! I’m with Helmut-Sam what is going on?”

“What has he done to you?”

“What do you mean he's done nothing, Sam I thought me and Helmut were hiding out here till Karli was done with her plan?”

You hear a sigh down the phone and then the muffled voices of what you could make out as Bucky and Sharon down the line.

Sam picked the phone back up and spoke directly, “Y/n you need to get out of there now. Zemo, he's kidnapped you”

The phone slips from your hand and lands on the floor with a loud crash.

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Sidekick and Villain: The "Comfort" Fic

This is a part of the Behind the Masks series (Masterlist here).

Taglist: @fanastyfinder @octopus-reactivated @whumpy-arts-and-crafts [A/N: Major shoutout to @octopus-reactivated for bullying me until I finished this :P] CWs: past starvation, unhealthy response to food, emeto, brain damage and resulting internalized ableism, disassociation.

And so, Sidekick and Villain started their day with Hero gone.

Sidekick opened the fridge like a magician reveals a dissapeared girl.

“Tada! So, what do you want to eat?”

Villain’s eyes darted over all the food splayed out.

“Uhm,” he said, hesitantly. “All of it?”

Sidekick chuckled.

“Right, fair, but we have to start with something. I can also cook something, if you want.”

It had been so long since Villain was able to make any decision for himself, and his head was buzzing. He had to make this count, he had to pick the most perfect option, because it was the only solid food he’d get for such a long time. But it all looked so good... Not to mention the list of options never stayed in his head long enough for him to keep track of, his eyes bouncing from ingredient to ingredient in a desperate attempt to remember them all. Oh God, there was an entire cabinet of non-perishables as well, wasn’t there? At that realisation, he gave up. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“You pick something Sidekick, I... I can’t.”

Too stupid, too broken to even pick his own food. What a sight he must make.

Sidekick thought.

“Uh. Okay. Well, I can make a mean omelet. Or I can make pancakes. Do you have a preference there?”

Villain lit up. “Oh, I would kill for a pancake.”

“No need, I’m on it.” joked Sidekick.

Then, there was a spark, a brief connection to an earlier life. Villain said it aloud, before he was even fully aware he’d thought it. He sounded slightly surprised.

“I like mine with fruit and maple syrup.”

It wasn’t even a request. It was more a realisation that, once, he had liked things. He once had pancakes so often, he developed a preference.

Memories flashed through his head. Diners, cooking lunch on those rare days he wasn’t busy in the lab. The occasional hotel. How did Hench like hers, again? Was it chocolate spread?

Villain was pulled from his thoughts when Sidekick tapped his shoulder. He held a plate with a stack of pancakes. Villain blinked.

“Oh! That was fast.”

Sidekick’s brows were knit together.

“Not really. You just went away for a bit.”

Ah. Villain felt oddly embarrassed, though he knew losing time wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know if he was aware during those moments and simply forgot, or if he just... turned off. He didn’t know which was worse. He shook his head, as though he could rattle his neurons in the correct order again.

“Right. Right. Well, glad to be back.”

Sidekick sat the plate in front of him. There was already a bottle of maple syrup on the table, next to a plastic container with berries. Villain could weep at the sight.

He started small, grabbing a blueberry with two fingers and, after a short pauze, popped it in his mouth.

It was bright and taut and slightly tart. Villain grabbed another, ate it, and then another, and then a handful. The berries were so small that he barely had to chew. Villain got so caught up in the euphoria of eating, of finally feeling like a goddamn person again, he hardly bothered. Oh, he nearly forgot about the pancakes! They were uneven, clearly homemade, but golden brown and steaming. He threw the remaining berries on top and grabbed the maple syrup. Using two hands, he managed with a grunt to tip it enough to pour. Had bottles always been this heavy? No matter.

Shakingly, messily, after having dropped the knife twice with his tremoring hands, he cut off a piece of the stack. Everything faded away: the only thing he saw, the only thing he cared about, was inhaling the steaming, fluffy deliciousness. Maybe he should savor it, a part of him thought. But that was quickly pushed aside when the first bite exploded in his mouth. He thought he could feel every cell in his body scream in extatic joy, like a pack of starved dogs. Only in this moment did his body fully push past the nausea in his stomach, and notice he was famished.

The next moments were a blur. He barely had time to swallow before taking his next bite, and- Suddenly, he stopped. Not because he wanted to. It was like his body overrode his brain’s desire to continue eating. His senses came back online; he was sticky, he’d started stuffing his face by hand. Most of the stack was gone, there were just a few pancakes left. Sidekick was saying something, but he couldn’t make anything out beyond a worried tone. And why did he feel so-

The pancakes came back up. He was at least able to turn away from the table, but couldn’t stop the mess from hitting the floor. Sidekick’s words became audible.

“Oh, Villain... I tried telling you, but you weren’t.. Hang on, I’ll grab a bucket.”

Villain’s stomach cramped. “Quickly,” he managed to eke out.

The bucket came just in time for the second wave. What a crying shame. His shrunken stomach protested the rough treatment, and Villain paid the price for his hastiness. The worst part, he thought as he heaved, was that he was still hungry. The food hadn’t stuck around long enough to be digested and do him any good.

It didn’t take very long for his stomach to be emptied out. In the meantime, Sidekick had cleaned up the mess and got him a glass of water and a washcloth. What a good kid. He waited next to him, as he rinsed his mouth and cleaned up a bit.

“So,” the boy asked carefully, “we should probably wait a bit before trying again, I think.”

Despite his hunger, his stomach flipped at the mere idea of eating. One of his favourite meals, right before him, and he had ruined his chance at it. At the defeated look on his face, Sidekick said: “Hey, it’s fine, no worries. We’ll just put it in the fridge. Or I can make something else later, it’s really no big deal.”

He nodded. As he blinked, his eyes stayed closed a bit longer than they should. Being sick had tired him, as had the waves of emotions. His brain started to get filled with static.

He woke up in a bathroom. He was sat near the wall, and Sidekick was filling a bath. He stirred, and the kid looked over at him.

“Good morning.”

Villain tried to remember how he got there, but drew a blank.

“Was... was I asleep?”

Sidekick shrugged. “Kinda.” His voice was casual, but his shoulders were tense.

“Your sort of passed out again.You were awake, but.. no one was home. I thought I might as well get that bath started.”

Just how much brain was there left in him, Villain wondered. Usually, the days blended together, and the parts that he skipped, he didn’t want to experience anyway. Still, he felt bad for the kid. Hopefully he wouldn’t give him nightmares.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “that must have been scary to see.”

With his back to him, Sidekick shrugged.

“It sucks the most for you, let’s be real here. Anyway, I think we’re just about ready.”

Sidekick tried not to wince as he pulled Villain’s ragged shirt from his frame. There was so little of him left. Even his spine was clearly visible under his pallid skin, which hadn’t seen the sun in a year now. It was as white as paper, and the bluish veins were visible, as were the cruel dark bruises from the straps of the chair. Across his neck and wrists, where they had chafed directly against the fragile skin, they had a sheen of beginning scar tissue to them.

Villain noticed his look, and tried to cover his chest with his arms. Sidekick shouldn’t have to be exposed to something like this. But it was too late for that, he supposed.

He tried to pull himself upright by gripping the bathtub, but only managed to lift himself a few centimeters. His arms shook, and his legs scrabbled on the tiles before he collapsed again.

He swallowed, bright red shame somehow still finding it’s way to his face, even after all he had already gone through. He tried again, determined to do something, anything on his own. But even the attempt to get his own meager weight on his feet made every muscle in his shoulders burn, and after trying in vain to simply stand up, he let go with a dry sob.

Useless. Broken. Hero was right, what could he even do on his own now? He rubbed the stray tear of his cheek and looked up to see Sidekick by his side, holding out his hand.

Sidekick didn’t ask if he needed it: they both knew what the answer was. Villain looked at him, teary eyed, and then dropped his gaze when he took his hand. Sidekick nearly fell over when he helped pull him upright: he still wasn’t used to the weight, or lack thereof, of the man. He stood awkwardly, resting almost all of his weight on his good leg, creating a lopsided posture. He held onto him as he hobbled over the tub.

It was a good thing Sidekick held onto him gently, but tight, because the second his feet hit the warm water his knees buckled. Sidekick was basically holding him up by himself, as the man had become boneless from the relief flooding him.

Sidekick helped him sit down in the bubble-filled water, that reached halfway up his chest. A guilty part of Sidekick felt glad of it: it made it a bit easier to look at Villain, this way.

He took a cup, and started gently scooping the water and letting it flow over the sitting figure. His face was stern, focused on this task like it was the most important mission. In contrast, Villain closed his eyes in pure bliss. Sidekick noticed his chest rise and fall with his deep breaths, and for just a moment, everything felt as close to safe they could get.

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