bakerstreet | Dotes

[ adoring, you say. fine, he's here to babygirlify a man. ]

[ let him take care of you! ]

( for sure the one doing the doting )

( the worshipper! ota crosscanon and assumed cr )

[ expectations vs reality-- in a twist of doting inception, riddle has been trying!!! to make a beautiful and decadent stack of double chocolate pancakes for lycaon over the past two hours. unfortunately, all he has to show for his efforts is a mountain of ground beef-looking shit on a plate. there's too much baking soda, giving the pancakes a chemically bitter taste, and he ended up scrambling them during his attempts at flipping them.

which is how lycaon will find him... on the verge of frustrated tears as he scrambles a big chocolatey mess in the ruined frying pan. please comfort him and spoil him....... he needs it. ]

[ Lycaon smells the bitter scent of failure before he sees it, catching the faintest hint of it from the other side of the estate and getting up to see what was going on. It was still early morning and he assumed Riddle was sleeping in this morning, so hadn't gone to bother him but as he gets closer and closer to the scent of bitter chocolate (in not a good way), he also catches the scent of Riddle's sadness.

That, of course, makes him worry even more.

So, when he enters the kitchen, his eye darts around a little frantically to understand the situation, taking in the scene and then landing finally on Riddle. He sighs, approaching his beloved and reaching out a hand to caress Riddle's cheek, immediately wiping away one of those frustrated tears. ]

Let me guess... you were trying to surprise me again?

[ He sounds so helplessly fond, despite himself. ]

[ while the bowls, plates, pans, and utensils are all set in orderly piles across the countertop, the kitchen still looks like a warzone somehow. the angry little queen in the middle of it all, clad in a pair of hedgehog-print pajamas, is in the epicenter of it all, red in the cheeks and violently scraping the teflon pan on the too-high stove with a metal spatula. the culinary gods are puking and weeping.

riddle, on the other hand, gives a pouty frown and sniffles hard in order to prevent anymore embarrassing little tears from falling. ]

You would be correct... I have a feeling I succeeded, but not in the way I had hoped.

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[ Lycaon takes a moment to inspect the mess and makes a mental note to text Corin or Rina to come clean this up after he's scooped away his queen and taken him elsewhere. It does not... smell good in here and Lycaon is a little sensitive to that but he does not give it away just yet.

Instead, he turns off the heat of the stove and gently removes Riddle's hands from the man and the spatula, setting the spatula down and stepping between the stove and Riddle to shift his focus to Lycaon. ]

No, not so much, but that is alright. My little queen is so thoughtful in his attempts to take care of me. I do appreciate it.

[ He is going to step forward with the intent to scoop Riddle into his arms if he's allowed to, wanting to hold him close and... get them out of this kitchen. ]

Come here, my love.

[ watching lycaon rove his eyes over the mess he's made just makes the embarrassment and frustration even deeper. normally he would try to stop the other man from preventing him from salvaging his cooking catastrophe, but between having the surprise ruined and lycaon's gentle words and disarming movements, riddle feels the fight drain right out of him. he lets lycaon take the charred pan and spatula from him before taking him into his arms.

riddle is quick to return the embrace, arms wrapping around the thiren's waist as he leans against him. ]

That's a comfort to know... You take such good care of me, and I just love you so much. I want to express my appreciation for it as well.

[ reaching up, riddle scritches the wolf's cheek as he speaks. ]

They were supposed to be chocolate pancakes with a decadent chocolate sauce.

[ Lycaon can only lean into the scritching then, letting Riddle care for him. He smiles softly at the young queen and lifts a hand to slide through Riddle's hair softly, gently, just taking care of him as best as he can. Ah, his wonderful queen, even with his mishaps he is still so adorable. ]

You do express your appreciation every day, my queen. Every time you smile at me, every time you kiss me, every time you allow me to love you. I do not need a fancy breakfast to feel appreciated. Not when you show me your love with every action regardless.

[ He's going to pick Riddle up then, scooping under his legs to lift him and when Riddle is in his arms, he's going to carry him out of the kitchen. They really need to get away from that smell before Lycaon can no longer hide his distaste. ]

And... admittedly, I am not too fond of chocolate. It tends to give me stomachaches. So, perhaps this was for the best.

[ at least lycaon isn't scolding him or making him feel silly for his domestic uselessness... naturally, none of his training in queenship involved cooking or cleaning. his mother told him that's what servants are for; riddle understood at the time, but now that he has someone he loves and wants to do things for, his ineptitude is starting to become a nuisance.

lycaon's reassurance and praise does just the job in making him feel better though, enough to where he happily allows himself to be scooped up in those strong arms he adores so much without a fuss. instinctively, riddle wraps his arms around the wolf's neck, mostly so he can run his fingers through the hair behind lycaon's pointed ear. ]

I understand what you mean, but is that truly enough for you?

[ once they're out of the kitchen and the scent of failure can no longer be picked up by riddle's human nose, the rose queen is able to relax for all of a few moments before lycaon's reveal.

cue riddle's crushed and horrified expression. ]

You cannot eat chocolate? --You are a wolf thiren, of course you can't have chocolate. I assumed it was only toxic to housepets... I could have very well killed you.

[ it's far too early in the morning for this sort of melodrama, but this is the life lycaon signed up for... a life with a crazy perfectionist who thinks in extremes. ]