How Do U Think The Savanaclaw Boys Would React To The Reader Cooking Some Traditional/comfort Filipino

how do u think the savanaclaw boys would react to the reader cooking some traditional/comfort filipino foods for them while they're sick or smth?? stuff like sinigang or tinola or arrozcaldo yk??

• Tastes from the far East •

My utmost apologies for getting to this late it's graduation season and I'm a tad busy dealing with papers and school transferring TwT. This req definitely helped me unwind before the big day ;D. Even had to ask my brother for help because his favorite Food is sinigang.

Serving them something from home:

There's a very faint feeling in my chest that he'd like our tomato sauce dishes. Afritada, Caldareta, Menudo, Mechado etc. He's someone who doesn't like vegetables but I feel like the sauce/broth used in the aforementioned dishes would somehow overpower any other veggie present that and- Savory meat 🤤.

In the case that you do serve one of the above while he's sick, I'm partially certain you can sneak the carrots into his system but that's just me most likely hidbdkf

Leona would most likely be against eating them in the first place, especially with how they look. It's not that he looks down on the dish/es it's probably because he's more used to another sort of mix from the afterglow savanah. Even then you'd have to shove the spoon into his mouth in order for him to eat said food (don't worry you didn't forget the rice)

Ever since then he had a very distint memory of the taste, remembering how foreign your recipe was yet it wasn't so otherworldly to the point of alienating. On the contrary it was an ironic nostalgia he can't pin point but suffice it to say he's mood isn't too bad as it was the first time.

"What? You honestly think that's enough to get me full? What do you take me for, Herbivore?

Be careful of feeding him other ulam tho TwT. Tinola, Sinigang and Bulalo are clear enough for him to turn away from the complimentary greens. Perhaps tomatoes aren't a bad part to his diet tho...

Undoubtedly the most appreciative, at first glance he comes off as just grateful that he doesn't need to spend any money or effort for his meal (sick or not). I'm pretty sure Ruggie himself is a hidden specialist in concocting delicious food from the most simplest of ingredients. So it's easy to picture him being somewhat astonished by Tinola and how tasty it is despite the few ingredients you used.

You could've been a bit fancier to be honest, but you had to purposely leave out a few ingredients due to the short notice. Then again you'd be caught dead if you dare remove the malunggay leaves. Regardless— Ruggie doesn't seem to mind, to him it was a good meal and the way the broth complimented the subtle flavor of the chicken and greens *chef's kiss*

He's cheeky enough to joke about cooking that food again for him next time. In the case you do entertain his lighthearted request he doesn't turn down the serving. And now that you've had time to actually prepare for it the dish is finally complete in its contents.

He definitely spits out the peppercorn, tried biting it the first time thinking it'd taste a bit differently with your foreign dish but no it's just the same annoying piece of dried crop he's accidentally chewed as a kid in the market.

"Oi it tasted fine without it the first time!- maybe leave it out next time? Eh? Well yeah there's a next time-"

Worry not about the tedious preparation, the more times you do it the more willing he becomes in assisting with the gathering process. If you're both dedicated enough, you'll reach a point where Sam has your order of ingredients memorized and prepackaged.

I'm gonna take my chances with Jack. You feed him Paksiw na Isda and he's opened a whole new alley of culinary pallete. Before even getting him to eat the dish he's turning his nose away from the smell of fish and..vinegar? Yes he's questioning it-

He's sick, but his sense of smell is painfully hyphened and the aroma of vinegar isn't exactly helping his nasal health- the look on your face was the only thing that got him to open his mouth when you spoon fed him a portion of the salmon within the dish.

His ears would twitch in different directions but eventually he opens his mouth for another bite without any other word whatsoever. You'll have to take this as your sign that he did indeed agree with the odd combination (as odd as it is to him.)

Then you serve him Sinigang the next day, he's slightly taken aback by how different two sour dishes can be despite both being, well, sour. Yet he somehow prefers the latter soley because he cam bare the scent a bit more.

"Look you really didn't have to... it's a nice change though and well- I think you're holding back."

He was partially right- you did held back after his first reaction to your paksiw dish but you started a routine of experimenting other ulams for yhe first year. By the end of the month he's likely made a verdict of what's his favorite but he'd keep it to himself. After all you looked quite happy cooking your native dishes.

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02 :: Azul Ashengrotto

Two stubborn souls, both with bolted locks on their glass hearts; a lock melting beneath the influence of alcohol,,,

An Azul x OC (@/rrasado’s sonaoc cough my mom) fic? Oneshot? Pretty sure this was my first fully written one-shot so YK PLS HAVE MERCY ONE ME 🙇🙇

“ A drunk mind speaks a sober heart …”

Strands of his silver hair floated in the air, reflecting the dark blue lights of the lounge as he swiftly took off his blazer, the cloth creating a small current, causing his hair to breeze through the air. Carefully folded his dark blue blazer in a neat manner, hanging it on the back of a countertop chair, one he felt so much familiarity in before seating himself on the very chair, raising his hand to call for the bartender.

The former Octavinelle dorm leader didn’t intend for this to happen, in fact, he had just been back to visit the cultural festival hosted in his past highschool. He felt himself naturally drifting towards a certain direction, the black leather soles clicking against the white marble flooring of the Mostro Lounge, taking in the calm atmosphere of the empty lounge, reminiscing the late nights he spent hanging back in the lounge, looking through the pile of business paper being carefully stacked up on the very corner of his desk.

A line of black leather chairs lined itself up with the white countertop table, two colors on the very end of the color spectrums yet worked harmoniously when placed next to each other, blending in yet standing out simultaneously with the cold palette in the background; just like the black silky locks and the midnight gaze of hers, compared to his pure silver locks and the tranquil blue in his eyes. Azul seated himself on one of the leather chairs, raising a gentle hand signifying towards the bartender for a drink. A glass of Prelude Fizz please, he said. The carbonation fizzing as if it was there to remind him of the rough relationship. The prelude to his affection towards the woman with the clear black gaze, as the small bubbles of air slowly started to fade away, the surface of the coral drink coming into a stop like the ocean during the moon’s reign. Prelude Fizz, a mixed drink for a conflicted soul, desperately looking to know whether their feelings are to be reciprocated, whether those feelings towards the retired dorm leader are platonic or romantic.

. . .

Multiple glasses with little to no liquor left, scattered all over the on the marbled countertop table of the bar, surrounding a silver haired figure laid with his head to the surface, the blood gathering itself on his face, tinting his pale skin as red as the velvet carpeting of below him. Every inch of his muscles had been relaxed, even those of his face; unable to make the stern expression that painted itself ok his face constantly, instead, his eyes drooped down low, his brows and mouth loosened as he dug himself deeper into the comforts of his own left arm. Azul found himself wandering in a dark library, every book he took in hand reminded him of a memory he had created during his time as a Night Raven College student, his fingers lingered over the tinted pages, a dark book hidden within the selves catching the attention of his peripheral vision. The book didn’t seem any different from the others, a sleek black titleless book yet it pulled him closer and closer, just like a certain someone had done to him.

“Diyos ko, How much did you drink,”

His eyes fluttered open, a pair of aquamarine eyes darted towards the figure standing by the doorway. Tears welled up below his eyes, an effect from all the heat being rushed towards his face, blurring his vision as he saw the everso familiar Queendom intern. The calm sea rippled as a teardrop fell from his face, each individual wave highlighted itself under the glowing moonlight, the conflicted feelings buried deep inside him bubbling up to the surface with the sight of the otherworldly ravenette.

“Ah Arrodas san.. it’s hic been a while..”

A gloved hand covered a faint smile that had crept up on her face, a tint of hesitation glistened in the inky pupils of hers. It wasn’t common for the conscientious merfolk to have his guards completely down; Azul always kept himself on high alert, burying every vulnerability there is, yet there he sat, not a single layer of protection before his delicate heart. An open book gently laid out for everyone to see with nothing surrounding its frail pages. Like the Mona Lisa, it stood in an empty room, a thick coat of glass defending the mysterious painting, preventing the curious gazes from walking a step too close. But in the presence of the moonlight, it laid itself out bare, disregarding the possible harms in its way.

“You know.. I’ve always, hic, wanted to tell you something..”

The way he felt his heart drop facing the missing silhouette of the Ramshackle student, the sound of the buildings collapsing into a pile of wreckage behind them coming to an abrupt stop; a heavy stone tied to his heart as it dragged it along the deep seabed of guilt, drowning in the pool of remorse, the waters rising slowly as days,, years passed by. The way she managed to get him scratching his head at 2am, fighting off the odd sensation he felt as the two passed each other in the hallways. It wasn’t an absolute distaste towards the ghostwriter, nor was it admiration, or envy. The way she had him cursing the Great Sevens every night, failing to unlock the locked pages of his endearment, unable to place his finger on the lingering feelings circulating his mind; up until he felt her life slipping through the small crevice of his soft fingers.

“I might’ve.. fallen for you.”

A small clock inside him fell, shattering into a million pieces as it hit the hard surface of the flooring, as if time had stopped at the very moment. Years spent making sure the lock placed on his heart was unbreakable, inaccessible to anyone, and everyone including himself came crashing down with those forbidden words. 3 words he vowed never to say. Falling out of the pale lips of his, laced with the sweet scent of a prelude’s kiss. The prelude to his impossible path of intimacy with one Phoebus Arrodas.

Azul felt his eyelids slowly closing onto him, a strand of his silver hair flopping onto his eyes, just about covering the bright orange drink placed in front of him. A large wave of drowsiness coming over him, the strength in his body drained itself, floating between the line of consciousness, nuzzling straight into the dark shirt of his. A drink going unnoticed by the observant business owner. A glass of screwdriver, placed by the puzzled intern beside him, an undelivered message it remains.

You’ve captured my heart.

Easter eggs you might’ve missed ::

Prelude Fizz — A name of a cocktail, with a hidden meaning of “I want to know your true feeling,”

Screwdriver — Another cocktail, “You have my heart,”

Constant reference to the moon — Phoebus’s motif

White n Black counter — Comparison between Phoebus and Azul’s hair

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Anon who requested ghost, divine, and only child reader says that they are deliberately avoiding choosing a name because that’s StReNuOuS.

It’d be funny to have to type an entire paragraph dedicated to my name, although that’d probably never happen.

NO PRESSURE ANONJDNDB you're right because I may have to cut the post one day to allot space for your name/LH until then I shall refer to thee as genshin anon since you're my only regular genshin customer 😌🤌

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• " You can't just get the Staff ma'amsir- " •

With the amount of work around these parts you'd think I'd easily burn myself out, on the contrary I have little helpers that would like to introduce themselves! It's high time I also tell a bit about myself as well~

Name :: 《 Rrasado 🌘 》

Nicknames :: Rras, Moony, Miss Keeper.

Species :: Human

Status :: Alive

Staff Position :: Owner

The owner of the Mooncaf business, she speaks of The Man in the Moon and manages distribution of desires in the form of beverages. It is said that she offers servings from all over our plane, speak of what you wish and she'll brew you a cup.

"I serve Moon Caffeine not Moonshine..."

Name :: 《 Takochi 🐙 》

Nicknames :: Tachi-chan, Arsonist, Menace Tako.

Species :: Sentient Plushie

Status :: Alive

Staff Position :: Waiter

A sentient plushie as a result of some forgotten failed experiment. He's a cheery ball of energy enthusiastic in helping around this mystifying establishment. Underneath this bright persona lays a rather questionable tendency for fire.

"Tawkochi isn't suwe why but if it fails then let's Awson!-"

Name :: 《 Mort 🎭 》

Nicknames :: Morty, Lil Doc, Vice.

Species :: Blot Manifestation

Status :: Undead

Staff Position :: Cashier

The most silent staff member of the Mooncaf business, his expression of feelings relies on the physics defying mask he adorns over his "face". It's disclosed that he was found wandering around the perimeter of a certain Villain's school leading to the owner indirectly taking him under her wing.

" ^-^ "

Can i request

That you have a good day ♡

A request that involves me not serving any sort of moon Caffeine huh ☁️ I'll take it easy tomorrow thank you anon-san hehe

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I don’t yet see any significant changes in your format, especially your fics. But when I do, I’ll leave a comment if there‘s anything to note :3

Thank you sm anon-san I'm trying to slowly transition them so that I don't overwhealm either me or my usual readers n.n. Perhaps when I'm a few fics deep the change would be evident and thank you once again for standing by to see :D

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