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I’d like some headcanons for Raine with a s/o who loves to bake

i audibly gasped when i saw this ask. as someone who bakes a ton (so much that it's my url), this is right up my alley. thanks so much for suggesting!

i'm going to say this only once: please let raine stay in the kitchen and watch you while you bake.

it's hard for them to leave your side in the first place, but here? they are absolutely mesmerized by the way things are run, in awe of how you seem to glide around the room once you get into gear.

as a bard themself, raine knows this passion for craft well, so deep-rooted that it's an instinct, fervor guiding every action to add and compliment what already exists.

the kitchen is your stage; its tools are your instruments. they wouldn't dream of stopping your performance, which is exactly why you have to put things on hold for a beat.

"help me whisk, please?" "i wouldn't be getting in your way...would i?" "if you can mix your music, you can mix these dry ingredients."

raine decides that it's not worth contesting the musical and magical factuality of your statement with how eager they are to help out. on the inside, they are celebrating so hard.

several minutes later, you're wondering how exactly your partner managed to spill half the contents out of their mixing bowl.

"i think i mixed too hard." "you...could say that."

the best way to learn is to experience, and there's no other way to experience than to get hands-on. raine will be your sous-chef for the rest of eternity, whether you like it or not.

they love to study your recipes and ask questions. you realize that their restlessness stems from uncertainty as you guide their faltering hand through folding muffin batter.

so, you'll let them know all there is to know; you wash away raine's concerns with your patience, kindness, and laughter. they're so thankful to know that you're with them every step of the way.

just note that they show none of this loyalty when they take you by surprise and smear some extra flour on your nose. in other circumstances, both parties would be calling for a food fight.

however, you two have been way too invested in getting this recipe for zelnik right and cannot bear the thought of your pie-baby falling from the counter onto the floor. that happened with the malva pudding two months ago and-

"raine, i swear that was a mistake." "sure." "you will never let me live that down."

you settle for swiping some flour onto their forehead to get back at them. expect trash talk in the future when you finally declare that it's time for a bake-off. raine will not be winning as long as you’re here.

but you two don't skip out on your soft moments. when i say that raine whispers is a sucker for lazy domestic homelife mornings, i truly mean it.

if you ever start a recipe before they rise on the weekend, chances are that they'll be tucked in until it's time to bake your treats. the smell of sugar caramelizing is enough to coax raine out of bed.

"what are you making? it smells delicious." "ensaymada! could you-" "i'll get the coffee started, don't worry."

it's all tired smiles and cheeky pecks from there on out. raine will most definitely give you a hug from behind as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

if it never does? they'll literally tell you to stop facing them, turn around, and prepare for the longest minutes of your life.

don't even get me started on slow dancing. raine uses their magic to enchant their viola and the piano in the other room to play a soft symphony once the sweet bread goes into the oven.

you waltz in the middle of the kitchen, enveloped in each others arms. the whole world just seems to fade away with every step.

i sure hope your breakfast doesn't burn while you two are busy.

For more headcanons, Rainw with an adopted kid who has chronic pain ?

i was rushing to get all of my summer homework before school started up again, but i'm back now. thanks for suggesting, not to mention your patience!

once raine whispers has decided that they want to become a parent, they are set on adopting a child. they've hired the best adoption professional on the boiling isles, taken parenting class after parenting class, and passed the required homestudy with flying colors.

raine meets you in their adoption agency a few months later. you think that they're forcing a good impression in front of the workers, as were many of the hopeful people that have passed your case by. this notion is set aside by the second half of your encounter: they're genuine in all that they do.

after a month of visits in that controlled environment, you're officially placed in their care. raine welcomes you with open arms, showing you around their house. everything you could possibly need is reachable and at your disposal; anything else that you might want is just a question away.

"hey, sorry if this is too much to ask—" raine sets down whatever was occupying them before, looking you straight in the eye. "i'd jump in the boiling sea if you really wanted me to." "i was just wondering if you had any more towels." "bathroom closet, right side of the second shelf up." "thanks," you go to leave them be. then, you stop in your tracks. “wait...what did you—"

raine basically spoils you. but, they make sure you have a manageable list of chores if you're able to handle some. they'll keep you to tasks with limited movement if any at all, no heavy lifting, with as many breaks as you need. raine never forces you to go out and run errands. if your body needs to rest, you're going to be resting.

you can count on them to keep your health records in order and pick up your medication on the dot. if you need any special equipment, they're going to get state-of-the-art technology. physical therapy appointments are commonplace. so are visits to the psychologist.

they'll make sure you can manage your chronic pain. raine's already quite knowledgeable about your condition, having spent days reading up on the science behind it before you came fully into their life. but books can only teach so much; raine reaches out for your daily experience just as they had done when they were restricted to visits.

but now, there's nothing withheld. you tell them everything. the pain, how it doesn’t spare you any niceties. and once that stream eventually runs dry, raine drops the pen and paper and only listens as you talk late into night. you tell them about your every hope and desire, all your aspirations and ambitions.

your head has been resting still on their shoulder for some time already, their head leaning on yours. “i’ll be here in the morning,” raine murmurs as your eyes finally fall shut. a smile graces raine’s lips. they press a kiss your forehead. “sweet dreams, kid.”

you now stand in front of the court judge finalizing your adoption, a year since you were first brought home. it is in this moment that raine vows to beat the odds. they are going to help you live every dream you've wished upon.