Ydris x reader┃Oneshots

Rhubarb (with a hint of cloudberry)

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Author's note: The shortness of this oneshot indicates that it is simply a provisional one. It's been a while since I published something and I am currently on vacation.

Therefore, I decided to publish this very short draft, which I wrote exactly a year ago, before I even finished my sequel.

I sincerely apologize for the lack of content, and I will publish something long enough to be called one of my oneshots as soon as I can.

Thank you for your patience! <3
(Also, the title is the name of the cake Ydris wanted for Zee from Mrs. H in the Saving Fripp quest)

Enjoy!
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The day came as new rain, warm and light, embracing the sense of freshness that abounded. The blacktop streets absorbed the spring sunshine as if intended upon sending heaven's warmth back through your soles.

Ydris was in his own world when he was baking the pie with Mrs. Holdsworth, you could see him building new worlds in his imagination as he whisked and measured. It was as if the choreographed freedom of his actions, free yet orderly, did the same for his brain.

And so as he made the cake he would often smile and admire his own work.

"Darlings, I'm gonna go get the ingredients for the frosting. I'll be right with you," Mrs. Holdsworth smiled as she exited the room.

You looked back at Ydris, who was closely inspecting the prepared dough.

"It's fascinating," He breathed out, "We basically shaped various constituents together, and yet it will turn into something with such an incredible taste,"

You chuckled as you stood up. Step by step you approached Ydris from behind, and put your arm around his waist. Your forehead rested on his back, for he was not less than a head taller than you.

He sighed as he leaned it to your touch.

After a while, he turned to face you.

Caressing your cheek with his hand, he leaned in and locked your lips.

In Ydris' kiss was the promise of years and the sweetness of waiting for love. It was the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lived in us all. And with it he told you that he was awake, ready to take on anything that might stop you from having a future shared.

"You better take good care of them, young man," Mrs. Holdsworth called out from behind the door, putting her finger up.

You both flinched at the sudden voice.

However, Ydris then giggled as he put your hand in his.

"I will,"