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Gingerbread Wars #1 (2021 Christmas Drabbles)
Title: Gingerbread Wars #1 (2021 Christmas Drabbles)
Pairing(s): Sakurai Sho/Miyama Hiroto
Genres: Christmas fluff, ABO
Rating: G
Summary: When Sho suggests a Gingerbread House competition at Zero, he apparently forgets the minor detail that he actually has to make one.
Notes: This year in my Christmas drabbles I will be revisiting fics/characters from previous fics, as well as creating some new ones. They will all revolve around the theme of gingerbread houses.
Let’s hope for a great Christmas and a better year in 2022. (If we keep saying it, it’s bound to happen eventually.)
The aura of a seriously annoyed omega assaulted Sho as he entered their apartment. He hastily removed his shoes and hung up his overcoat before tracking down the source of the scent.
His mate was standing at the heavily laden kitchen bench looking displeased, and Sho couldn't help but think that he looked even more gorgeous when his eyes flashed at him fiercely. Miyama had removed his blue suit jacket and tie, revealing his strong forearms and just enough of his neck to make Sho pay attention. A pristine white apron was tied neatly around his waist creating a perfect picture of domesticity.
Sho was tempted to take him into his arms, but his sense of self preservation prevailed and he approached his omega cautiously. "Everything okay, Hiroto? You seem a bit…"
"Angry?" Miyama supplied sarcastically as he gestured to the ingredients lined up before him. "Why should I be angry? It's not like I left the office early in the middle of an important case to help to make a gingerbread house for the Zero Christmas baking competition and the person who actually works for Zero, and suggested it in the first place, didn't even bother to show up on time."
There was no excuse which would make Miyama any happier, so Sho went straight to an apology. He slid his arms around Miyama's slim waist and nuzzled the side of his neck, gently marking him with his scent. "Sorry."
"I hope you're not thinking about using alpha pheromones on me instead of a proper apology," Miyama grumbled.
Despite Miyama's grumpy expression, he still melted back into Sho’s arms as his omega side responded to their alpha.
"I have already placed the order for my apology to you on the way here," Sho replied as he picked up the apron which Miyama tossed at his head. "Expect your first package from Gourmet Cheese of the Month Club to arrive in January."
Miyama immediately perked up. "With tasting notes and suggested recipes?"
"Of course." Sho tied the strings of his apron and picked up a wooden spoon, inadvertently holding it by the wrong end. "I'm sorry that I'm late. I appreciate you going to all of this effort for me. With your help, this is bound to be the best tasting gingerbread ever."
"Enough compliments already. Let's bake the world a better place." Miyama took the spoon from Sho and reversed it before handing it back.
As Miyama measured out the dry ingredients and added them to the mixing bowl, Sho picked up one of the packets of spice, and gave it a suspicious look. When he realised what it contained, he dropped it and backed away to a safe distance. "Ground coriander?
"In case you're about to panic, I can assure you that it tastes nothing like the perfectly blameless leaves of which you're so scared."
Only slightly reassured by Miyama's words, Sho cautiously stirred the mixture under his mate's watchful eyes. He had to admit that the raw dough looked fine, but the vision of his evil green nemesis was never far from his mind.
Even though Sho was barely permitted to do more than pass Miyama painstakingly measured ingredients and wash the growing stack of dirty kitchen implements, the gingerbread was soon in the oven, filling their apartment with a delicious aroma.
After placing the baked walls and roof of gingerbread on racks to cool, Miyama handed Sho one of the cookies which he had made out of the leftover dough. He waggled it enticingly in front of Sho’s nose. "Want a taste?"
Miyama's scent blended with the spicy aroma of the warm cookie, stirring Sho’s blood, but his aversion to coriander still lingered. He held it cautiously with two fingers and examined it closely. "I'm not sure."
"Don’t be afraid to take whisks." Miyama grinned and snatched the cookie from Sho and unceremoniously stuffed it into Sho’s mouth.
Sho's eyes bulged with shock, but a moment later his expression changed from one of panic to one of enjoyment as the warm gingerbread melted on his tongue. "That's surprisingly delicious."
"Surprisingly?" Miyama narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying that my cooking is usually bad?"
"Nonono," Sho gabbled. An offended Miyama, was a dangerous Miyama.
"Only teasing." Miyama licked a stray crumb from the corner of Sho's mouth.
"Speaking of teasing…" Sho grinned and grabbed Miyama with one hand and another cookie with the other before taking both to the bedroom.
Pairing(s): Sakurai Sho/Miyama Hiroto
Genres: Christmas fluff, ABO
Rating: G
Summary: When Sho suggests a Gingerbread House competition at Zero, he apparently forgets the minor detail that he actually has to make one.
Notes: This year in my Christmas drabbles I will be revisiting fics/characters from previous fics, as well as creating some new ones. They will all revolve around the theme of gingerbread houses.
Let’s hope for a great Christmas and a better year in 2022. (If we keep saying it, it’s bound to happen eventually.)
The aura of a seriously annoyed omega assaulted Sho as he entered their apartment. He hastily removed his shoes and hung up his overcoat before tracking down the source of the scent.
His mate was standing at the heavily laden kitchen bench looking displeased, and Sho couldn't help but think that he looked even more gorgeous when his eyes flashed at him fiercely. Miyama had removed his blue suit jacket and tie, revealing his strong forearms and just enough of his neck to make Sho pay attention. A pristine white apron was tied neatly around his waist creating a perfect picture of domesticity.
Sho was tempted to take him into his arms, but his sense of self preservation prevailed and he approached his omega cautiously. "Everything okay, Hiroto? You seem a bit…"
"Angry?" Miyama supplied sarcastically as he gestured to the ingredients lined up before him. "Why should I be angry? It's not like I left the office early in the middle of an important case to help to make a gingerbread house for the Zero Christmas baking competition and the person who actually works for Zero, and suggested it in the first place, didn't even bother to show up on time."
There was no excuse which would make Miyama any happier, so Sho went straight to an apology. He slid his arms around Miyama's slim waist and nuzzled the side of his neck, gently marking him with his scent. "Sorry."
"I hope you're not thinking about using alpha pheromones on me instead of a proper apology," Miyama grumbled.
Despite Miyama's grumpy expression, he still melted back into Sho’s arms as his omega side responded to their alpha.
"I have already placed the order for my apology to you on the way here," Sho replied as he picked up the apron which Miyama tossed at his head. "Expect your first package from Gourmet Cheese of the Month Club to arrive in January."
Miyama immediately perked up. "With tasting notes and suggested recipes?"
"Of course." Sho tied the strings of his apron and picked up a wooden spoon, inadvertently holding it by the wrong end. "I'm sorry that I'm late. I appreciate you going to all of this effort for me. With your help, this is bound to be the best tasting gingerbread ever."
"Enough compliments already. Let's bake the world a better place." Miyama took the spoon from Sho and reversed it before handing it back.
As Miyama measured out the dry ingredients and added them to the mixing bowl, Sho picked up one of the packets of spice, and gave it a suspicious look. When he realised what it contained, he dropped it and backed away to a safe distance. "Ground coriander?
"In case you're about to panic, I can assure you that it tastes nothing like the perfectly blameless leaves of which you're so scared."
Only slightly reassured by Miyama's words, Sho cautiously stirred the mixture under his mate's watchful eyes. He had to admit that the raw dough looked fine, but the vision of his evil green nemesis was never far from his mind.
Even though Sho was barely permitted to do more than pass Miyama painstakingly measured ingredients and wash the growing stack of dirty kitchen implements, the gingerbread was soon in the oven, filling their apartment with a delicious aroma.
After placing the baked walls and roof of gingerbread on racks to cool, Miyama handed Sho one of the cookies which he had made out of the leftover dough. He waggled it enticingly in front of Sho’s nose. "Want a taste?"
Miyama's scent blended with the spicy aroma of the warm cookie, stirring Sho’s blood, but his aversion to coriander still lingered. He held it cautiously with two fingers and examined it closely. "I'm not sure."
"Don’t be afraid to take whisks." Miyama grinned and snatched the cookie from Sho and unceremoniously stuffed it into Sho’s mouth.
Sho's eyes bulged with shock, but a moment later his expression changed from one of panic to one of enjoyment as the warm gingerbread melted on his tongue. "That's surprisingly delicious."
"Surprisingly?" Miyama narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying that my cooking is usually bad?"
"Nonono," Sho gabbled. An offended Miyama, was a dangerous Miyama.
"Only teasing." Miyama licked a stray crumb from the corner of Sho's mouth.
"Speaking of teasing…" Sho grinned and grabbed Miyama with one hand and another cookie with the other before taking both to the bedroom.