This came exactly at the right time— BRO THE WRITING SLUMP IVE BEEN IN?? Siiigh, it’s been tragic. (Also I get the brain rot, the hold this game has is crazy) also i’m so happy you like my writing 😭 and I hope you have a great day too !!
this did take me awhile because uHHHHH I don’t know anything about food. When I do remember to eat it’s usually cottage cheese and chocolate (not together, obviously- I’m not crazy 🥺)
I have a huge map in my room and I stared at it like this: 🧍🏻♀️ and picked about 17? Countries and put them in a spinning wheel. I chose a TS LI and then span said wheel—and whatever it lands on, MC a makes a dish inspired by the meals there (does that make sense ??)
I might’ve made it too complicated but it was fun-
Warnings: None, vere is just vere. Very possibly ooc, creative liberty.
Notes: Fluff, GN mc. Not proofread and finished at 1 am.
Ais(Boeuf bourguignon (Beef burgundy)
ALR SO, this was originally Vere’s, but I was having creative difficulties—so I changed this to Ais’. This dish is from France!
- So, this one, I think Ais is already hanging out with you (he’s lonely ): )
- He’s been having a ROUGH time okay, and so you decide to try out a new recipe on him
- One you think he’d like.
- Instantly, this man is sauntering into your kitchen, hugging you from the back as he watches what you’re doing. He’s quiet for the most part, just curious as you mix and add ingredients.
- He snatches a few as well, and you let him until you’re going to be short on ingredients.
- As you stop his hand from picking a chopped carrot, he looks nearly comparable to a scolded dog that was caught counter-surfing.
- “Wait just a moment, I’m making this for you, you know.”
- Smirking, he reaches for the carrot again. “Ah, should be allowed this then,”
- As you swat you wooden spoon at his knuckles, he quickly steals one last carrot before offering his hands up in surrender.
- You banish him to the counter, where he returns to watching, (he’s the pretty girlfriend that sits on the counter as you cook omg)
- Once you’ve finished, you serve the red stew along with some boiled potatoes, placing it in front of the ever so patient Ais (who definitely didn’t find a way to sneak a bit more snacking in)
- You eat in silence for awhile, before you notice how Ais’ eyes keep flickering to you. A brow furrowed.
- “Something wrong? Does it taste funny? I thought I followed the recipe—“
- He lightly shakes his head, swallowing a mouthful of the stew.
- “No, not that. It’s…good, really good.”
- “Then what’s the matter?”
- He draws a hand over his chin, pondering his words. Or, deciding whether or not to say something. “There a reason you made it for me?”
- You didn’t expect him to catch on. You commonly make things for him, for everyone, really. But today was different. Special. You had been noticing the drop in Ais’ mood, the added weight to his steps and the tiredness in his eyes. You made this in hopes to cheer him up, but also to see if it’d get him to talk about what was bothering him.
- “You’ve just…you look like you’ve been having a bad day.”
- He lapses back into silence, chewing on another spoonful. “I don’t want you to think you need to take care of me.”
- You freeze, readying a retort before he continues.
- “But…thank you.”
- You stir your stew, swallowing. “You’re welcome.”
- Another silence, before Ais chuckles. “Stew could’ve used more carrots though.”
He’s such a brat, I love him.
Leander/Kjøttkaker (Meatballs) sided with Brunost(Brown cheese)
Alright, Leander got Norway. I was originally just going to go for meatballs, but then I saw this brown cheese ?? And though it’s not cheese cheese, I thought it’d be fun since Leander likes cheese platters.
- You’ve been feeling rather ambitious lately, and decide to take on your biggest task yet: cooking for all the bloodhounds.
- It didn’t seem like a bad idea, since you’ve always loved cooking for people. But it’s already proving to be a harder task than anticipated, as Eridia certainly doesn’t seem to be the home of the freshest ingredients.
- One morning searching through rotten vegetables was enough to get you discouraged. You managed to find scraps of fresh-enough spices, but if you wanted more, it would come down to stealing from one of the richer streets. And you definitely weren’t in the mood for that today.
- All you really wanted to do was take a bath and get that rotten smell off you.
- Popping your back, you sigh before stepping into the bar, avoiding the bustle of the bloodhounds as you make for the stairs.
- “MC!”
- Turning around, you spot Leander, waving at you from the bar-counter. And that’s when you see crates of crates of vegetables, milk, cheese, and meat. Stunned, you walk over, fingers picking through the vegetables—they’re fresh, fresher than you expected from this place. And the meat, milk, cheese—
- “How did you?—“
- You had told Leander you wanted to make dinner tonight, before you left- you didn’t expect him to go looking for ingredients.
- “—how did you get all these?” You finish, picking up a jar of pearly white milk.
- Leander only smiles, leaning forward on the counter. “I know somebody. Will these be enough?”
- Avoiding the truth, you had grown to expect that from him. If you had more energy you would’ve prodded. Instead, you put down the milk and run a bandaged hand across your face. “Yeah, I think so—well,” you glance around at the full tables of bloodhounds, all probably starved from work and life down in low-town. At your furrowing brows, Leander straightens, looking ready to March back out the door and come back with another crate.
- “No, never mind. This is perfect, thank you.”
- Thankfully, it was enough to manage. And with Leander’s help, you were able to go up to bathe as he watched over the food. To reward him, you decide to also make brown cheese. And though it’s not cheese cheese, it was enough to get Leander’s face to light up. Especially when he managed to convince you to unwrap your bandages and feed him a slice or two.
- Though, you’re still rather confused on where he got everything 🤨 and why he didn’t get you earlier so you could’ve avoided searching through rotten veggies. Thankfully, your hard work also came with the entire bloodhounds seeing you as some holy entity after finishing dinner.
Kuras: Cōng yóubǐng (Scallion Pancake)
Kuras got China, and with this one—I was able to find a few videos on it. And now I want to eat it—though I cannot cook whatsoever <333
- So so so so, with this one, I imagine you get the idea because like…people have brought this up before—but does Kuras even like…eat? Do angels…need to eat?
- And maybe you notice how very little, or not at all he seems to eat. And how much he just -works- and goes off into places you can’t follow and comes back from the wastelands. Does he even sleep either?
- So one day, you decide to make something for him. You’ve made things for others before, your friends, maybe family, before things went wrong. You don’t really know why you hadn’t made him anything before. But hey! Now’s better than never.
- You settle on something not too filling, and something he could snack on during the day. Something he could take out to eat in between patients and with him wherever he goes and refuses to tell you.
- Scallion pancakes. You wake up earlier than usual to make them, once finished, instantly rushing over to his clinic so they’re still warm when he eats them. The early morning sends a chill down your cheeks—shivering, you wrap the swathe of cloth holding the pancakes into your cloak, praying it doesn’t get cold.
- You narrowly miss a patient exiting the door, looking dull and tired. You nod your head in acknowledgment before rushing inside. “Kuras?”
- You find him in the process on shutting the door, golden eyes widening slightly in shock before softening. “MC, are you well?”
- You nod, unraveling your cloak to reveal the swathe of cloth. “I…uh, made you breakfast.” Holding it out to him, you watch as his expression turns mildly perplexed. Warm hands closing over yours as he slowly takes it from you.
- Like it’s some kind of curious artifact, he unwraps the cloth and stares at the stack of flakey pancakes. He lifts it to his nose, taking a few sniffs. Humming, he then gives you a small smile.
- “It smells delicious.”
- He then doesn’t eat it, instead, the silence stretches on as the two of you stand there. After a few moments, you awkwardly shift on your feet.
- “Is there something the matter?” Kuras asks, tilting his head.
- “I didn’t poison it, or anything,” You say, gesturing to the stack.
- He lets out a small, quiet chuckle. “I would hope not.”
- “So uhm…you can eat it.”
- blinking, Kuras raises a brow, golden eyes piercing the dim light of morning. “Eat it?”
- You nod, feeling more confused. He recovers quickly, slowly putting it to his mouth. Then someone sneezes behind you and you whip around to see a patient, red-eyed and sniffling.
- By the time you turn back, Kuras is wrapping the pancakes back up. “I’ll be right with you,” he says, giving you a nod as his hand comes to your shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me Breakfast—are you in need of anything else?”
- You blink, feeling a little frustrated. “No, that was all.”
- Though it didn’t go as planned, later that day when hanging out with Ais, you hear about how when he was helping around the clinic, Kuras would take a few bites of a stack of some kind of garlic-smelling pastries.
- You would receive a thank you note also requesting another stack the following day.
Mhin: Vitumbua (coconut rice pancakes)
Mhin, got Tanzania :D and with this, I wanted to find something still sweet since they like desserts! Thus, Vitumbua! Also these look so good, I want them so bad )): (I also wanted to add that there’s different kinds of these !! Made in different countries with different names and such, these are just specifically Tanzanian coconut rice pancakes.)
Also I apologize if this time around I seem more scattered-this writing slump is eating me alive 🤗
- Okay okay, this one actually makes me so happy cause I think it’s cute- these are also kinda pancakes—and you made them for Mhin to take with them on their patrols.
- Every moment making you think of them more.
- How they’re doing, if they got enough sleep, if they’re even sleeping and not out killing soulless. You hope that somehow, these make things easier for them. And remind them how much you care. Especially since you’re losing sleep baking for them.
- Once the heavy dark night is lifted into a sulking grey, you stack the rice pancakes into a box and head for outside.
- Before Mhin can leave, you catch them, offering the cute little box, wrapped with bow and all. You had been up all night baking them, along with a caramel sauce to top it all off.
- “What is this?” They ask, tentatively reaching for the box.
- You scrub at your eyes, trying not to yawn. “Just a little something warm to remind you of me~” You sing-song, wiggling your brows at them. Chuckling as a blush skates across their pale face.
- “I don’t…need anything,” they mutter, glancing away. Shy rays of morning light casting shadows over their features.
- “Of course you don’t, but I thought you’d like it anyway.”
- Grumbling, they hide the box in their cloak. “…Thanks.”
- You cup a hand over your ear, humming. “Huh, what was that?”
- “I said…thanks.”
- “Hmm, sorry, seems something is plugging my ears!”
- They clear their throat, “I said—“ they stop, eyes narrowing. “Don’t press your luck.”
- Laughing, you fold your arms, trying to ignore the chill. “Alright, alright. If you end up wanting more, come get me okay? I can show you how to make them.”
- They open their mouth, evidently going to ask what ‘them’ are, but you’re already heading back, stretching your arms over your head in a loud yawn. “Have fun on your patrol, say hi to the kitties for me!”
- Once you’ve left, Mhin gives the box one more curious look before peeling open the lid. Inside, are ten golden, round pastries resting alongside a jar of bronze sauce.
- Gingerly lifting one with their fingers, they take a slow bite. The chilly air of the dreary morning melting in a blooming sweetness. Swallowing, they feel a blush creep over their neck.
- You were right, they really were warm.
- Somehow, even when killing soulless, or after an annoying, unwanted conversation with Vere, one bite of the rice pancakes made them feel a bit lighter.
- And, though they would never admit it, it reminded them of you.
Vere(Spaghetti/Caprese Salad)
So like I said with Ais, this was originally his— but I switched them. These dishes are from Italy!
- Okay okay, so something I think would be really cute is Vere not only tasting your new recipes, but helping you to prepare it
- Like for spaghetti sauce, maybe you prefer to peel your tomatoes first, and Vere, who was on his way to annoy you, caught the curious smell of fresh vegetables, (or fruit, since uhhh tomatoes) and spots you carefully peeling the ruby skin
- Your face is locked in concentration, unknowingly sticking out your tongue as you gingerly avoid cutting your fingers.
- It’s such a goofy expression Vere can’t help but stare at you with a hand covering his chuckles—until of course, he can’t resist the urge to scare the crap out of u 😇
- Too caught in your work to notice anything amiss, Vere skulks closer until peering over your shoulder, lightly grazing his jaw over the side of your neck. He opens his mouth to whisper something in your ear but—
- Taken by surprise, you yelp, squeezing the life out of the tomato you were peeling. It explodes over the both of you, shooting it’s guts very impolitely across your faces.
- Vere reels back, a hiss of disgust escaping his lips as he blindly searches for something to clean the tomato remains off his face. He reaches for you and you swat him away.
- “Idiot,” He seethes, finding an abandoned wash cloth.
- “You were the one that scared me!”
- “Still jumpy, hmm? I don’t know how you’ve lasted so long in this pig sty.”
- Flicking tomato off your face, you snatch the wash cloth from his fingers. “With you constantly breathing down my neck? It’s a mystery to me too.”
- Though you sound irritated, your hands still carefully reach for his face, gently wiping away the spots he missed. When he flinches, you soften your expression. “I forgive you. Come on, you got some on your neck.”
- Slowly, but softly, Vere relaxes, though he still watches you with that same confused look he gives every time you offer affection.
- It doesn’t take long for his fingers to caress your cheeks, sweeping off the tomato juice and then licking it off his fingers. Eyes taking on a devilish glint.
- Hand it to Vere for making cleaning tomato guts off your face seem sensual
- Eventually though, you do return to cooking. Vere helping you with peeling, chopping up basil, (
sneaking extra spices into the sauce) and stirring the noodles. - Once everything is made, including an extra salad, you find a secluded spot to eat everything. Vere’s eyes watching your face the entire time.
- “Do I still have tomato guts somewhere?” You ask, lifting a hand to check your cheeks.
- Vere props his chin on his palm. “Did you know you stick your tongue out when you’re focusing?”
- “I do not.”
- “It’s so cute,”
- “You’re just making stuff up so you can make fun of me.”
- “I don’t have to make things up to do that, sweetheart.”
- You toss your napkin at his face.
Alr, we have reached the end. I am, so so sorry for taking two thousand centuries. Again, thank you so so much for the ask <3 though I took forever, these were fun !!
I hope you take a really good nap, eat your favorite snack, and try something new !! (Also you should totally search these dishes up, they all look so good !!)
