Summary: Wolfram, Yuuri, and Greta partake in Earth wintertime traditions. A series of oneshots.
Pairings: Wolfram x Yuuri
Warnings: Cuteness, the baking and devouring of small ginger men, comma overload
WARNING: I was too lazy to go through and proof-read. I'll do it later, don't judge my writing skill on this.
Reviews
FirePrinceWolf: Oh my god. I LOVE that! I should've thought of that! If I ever go back and rewrite that chapter (I probably will, I didn't like it too much, I did it in like 20 minutes before bed) I'll do that. Though, I don't know if Wolfram would be too happy with him at this point in time considering what Murata did last chapter, lol.
Guest Reviewer: Thanks for the ideas! I wanted to do snow angels as well, I'll do them next chapter.
Wintertime Traditions
Gingerbread Cookies (AKA Making Up. Sort of.)
Like I said, I wasn't very satisfied with last chapter (too rushed, not thought out, I just kinda wanted to post an update which is a bad idea, btw) but this is just a series of sort of connected one-shots, so I don't know if I want to take the time to rewrite it. But keep suggesting ideas! Also, sorry for the month and a half long wait. Junior year is just so stressful T-T
"Yuuri, what're you doing up so late?" Wolfram rubbed his eyes and walked into the kitchen. It must've been sometime around two in the morning when the loud clanging of pans woke the blond up from his sleep on the couch. Yuuri threw him a glare and turned back around without answering. He was still mad about the other day apparently.
"Just go back to sleep." Yuuri huffed, grabbing a measuring cup full of brown sugar and dumping it into a metal bowl. Wolfram took a seat at the bar and watched the demon king mix together various ingredients.
"Isn't it a bit late to be baking?" Wolfram asked.
"Isn't it a bit late to be annoying?" Yuuri retorted with a slight scowl.
Yuuri was really bad at being mad. He couldn't pull it off nearly as well as Wolfram, though said blond wouldn't say it out loud at the risk of pissing off his fiancé even more. He kept his mouth shut for once.
"If you're going to stay in here, you can at least help." Yuuri broke the silence after a while, "Pre-heat the oven to. . . 375*."
Wolfram looked down at the oven not knowing what to do. However, there is no way he would admit defeat as it goes against his very nature. He pressed random buttons hoping that he might somehow. . . what was it called? Pro-heat?
"Here, let me." Yuuri nudged Wolfram out of the way after a couple minutes of clueless button pressing. Wolfram honestly had enough of this attitude. He grabbed some of the dry mixture and flicked it at his future husband. Yuuri stood shocked for a moment before snatching the bowl away.
"Stop acting like a child!" He growled, wiping the dusty ingredients from his sleeve.
"I'm not the one acting like a child!" Wolfram huffed, "You've been acting so passive aggressive for days! Let it go!"
Yuuri closed his eyes and sighed. Perhaps he was being a bit ridiculous, but no more so than Wolfram was on a regular basis. However, two wrongs don't make a right.
"Okay. I'll let it go." for now, "You still have to help me make these gingerbread men."
It turns out Wolfram wasn't much of a help. His mother wasn't the homemaking type so he never really had anyone teach him. It wasn't like he had to ever cook for himself, either. Maybe he was a little bit, just a smidgen, of a spoiled brat (not something he'd ever admit to, of course). He got all the egg shells into the mix and when trying to get them out, ended up knocking the whole bowl over. He tried, though. It's the thought that counts.
"This is the easy part, you can't possibly mess it up." Yuuri tried to smile as he wiped away the rest of the spilt batter. He picked up two hollow, vaguely man shaped pieces of metal.
"Just press them down into the dough. That's it." Yuuri explained and handed Wolfram the second cookie-cutter. Wolfram gave him a look of confusion.
"Why?"
"They're gingerbread men. That's how they're shaped."
"You make them shaped like a man and then eat them?"
"Yeah."
Wolfram gave him a strange look before gently pressing the cutter into the dough. After making a couple of them, Yuuri grabbed the cutter and handed him a smaller one.
"A gingerbread child? You eat child shaped cookies?" Wolfram looked slightly horrified.
"They're a gingerbread family." Yuuri tried to explain.
"That is-"
The unlocking of the front door interrupted his sentence. A tall figure entered the kitchen.
"Yuu-chan!" Shori Shibuya grabbed his younger brother and hugged him tightly. Yuuri grabbed at his older brothers arms, wanting release, but the hold was relentless.
"Mom said you weren't supposed to be home for a few days." Yuuri managed to choke out. Shori finally let go and looked around the room. A small frown on his face quickly formed when he saw Wolfram.
"You brought those guys with you?"
"Oh no, just him." The frown deepened.
"I see." Shori and Wolfram had a mini stare down before the former set down his bags.
"Oh cookies, I'll help you make them." He stepped in between Yuuri and Wolfram and picked up a cutter.
What a cock-block! I may have more Shori intervention in future parts, so if you don't like it. . . well I don't either but you see, dear reader, I am not very creative and must resort to generic plot devices.
*Yeah. . . I know they wouldn't use that degree measurement in Japan, but whatever. I really don't care. 0-0