addalittlesmoke requested: Can you do a solangelo fic using the word "cilantro" as a prompt? ((on FFNET))
surprise, i'm not totally dead. gonna be honest, i forgot i posted this story (i'm a terrible person). have some cookies (::) (::) and this crappy drabble (roughly 270 words) before i disappear again.
sorry.
Will slides onto the corner, taking another leaf of cilantro from the counter and popping it into his mouth. Nico glares at him from where's currently trying to cut the spice and scowls.
"Stop eating just cilantro."
"Why?" he asks, snagging another piece.
Nico stares at him, indignant, "Why? What kind of - Because, Will, nobody just fucking eats cilantro. What's wrong with you?" Will doesn't justify him with an answer, just takes more. "I swear to Gods, Will, I will chop your fucking hands off." he waves the knife threateningly in the air. "Quit."
Will grins, "Aww, you're so cute when you're trying to be scary."
"What? No, I am not cute. I am terrifying. Fuck you."
Will slides off the counter and wraps his arms around Nico from behind, ". . . is that promise?" Nico reddens and sputters before Will laughs, "Chill. I'm kidding." he kisses Nico's jaw, ". . . mostly,"
Nico groans, "Go away. I am trying to cook."
"Aw," Will pouts, dropping his arms and taking a step back, "but I'm helping you, Neeks."
"Don't call me that," Nico bites, "and no, you're not helping me, all your doing is being distracting, - and stop eating the fucking cilantro!" Nico interrupts himself, shoving Will further away. Will grins cheekily at him and Nico jabs him with his elbow, "I hate you."
"No, you don't." Will says, turning Nico around, "You love me." he smiles, pulling him into a kiss. Nico sighs, humming, as Will snakes his hand around him to stela more cilantro. When they pull away, Will puts it in his mouth, and Nico lets out a frustrated scream-yell.
"Will!"