The High Lord of Baking Disasters (Feysand Fluff One Shot)

The High Lord of Baking Disasters (Feysand Fluff)

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- Tris

(The characters and the world in general belongs to Sarah J Maas. I'm only borrowing)

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I carefully used the baking tools to measure out the white, powdery flour into the bowl. Again, I checked the recipe book spread out before me. Four cups. I poured out my third cup, or was it my second?

Sighing, I moved to start over. Baking was an exact science, Elain had told me. A single measuring mistake could ruin everything. After measuring out the flour, correctly this time, I started to crack eggs into another bowl. As I beat the eggs with a wire whisk,

Rhys appeared in the kitchen's doorway, "Hello Feyre, Darling." Rhys ran an eye over me, no doubt noticing the flour that had thoroughly powdered my skin. Though he grinned broadly at me, I could tell that he was tired. I stopped whisking and walked to him I stood on my tiptoes as my wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his.

He responded immediately, wrapping his arms around my waist, crushing me into his body and his warmth. "I missed you," I whispered as he pressed gentle, feather-like kisses to my jaw.

"The feeling is mutual," he mumbled against my skin. I pulled away to look at his face, some of the tiredness had eased away and was replaced with the quiet joy I loved to see. I smiled a bit then walked back to where my eggs sat in their bowl.

"I thought you couldn't cook," Rhys said as he moved to stand beside me.

"I'm trying my hand at baking," I paused to scan my ingredients, all scattered and messy, "It's not going very well."

"Oh?" Rhys said as he examined a plate of chocolate before taking a piece, "I thought it would be easy." With that, he took a small bite from the chocolate, leveling his stare so I could see the taunting laughter in his eyes.

This infuriated me.

I poked my index finger into the hardness of his chest before retorting, "Oh please, I'd like to see you try."

A cocky grin. "Is that a challenge, my love?"

I smiled sweetly, "Only if you want it to be."

"Give me that bowl and I'll bake my own cookies." Rhys was grabbing at the ingredients, dragging them to his side, "And when I'm crowned baking champion, you'll have to give me a prize."

"What prize do you expect me to give you?"

"Whatever you deem appropriate, High Lady," Rhys purred.

I looked around the kitchen and when my eyes landed on the plate of chocolate, I smiled, "The winner gets to cover the loser in melted chocolate and lick it all off."

Rhys' face shown with wicked delight, "Does the winner get to pick where on the body, exactly, he will spread all that lovely, delicious, melted chocolate?"

"The winner gets to spread the chocolate wherever she wants," I said, purring right back at him.

Rhys let out a low chuckle, "Brace yourself High Lady, because I can think of several places I'd like to spread that chocolate. And when I'm finished licking it all off, you'll be squirming."

"Shut up and bake, Rhysand," I growled.

This was a terrible idea I decided as I watched Rhys expertly measure flour into his bowl. With brutal efficiency, he measured and mixed the ingredients. I decided to put him off by distracting him.

"How was Cassian today?" I asked casually as I measured and mixed my own ingredients.

"Perfectly fine," Rhys replied without stumbling, "Possibly more in love with Nesta than I've ever seen him."

Annoyingly, no matter what I did, Rhys could not be put off track. "I know what you're doing Darling, and its not working," he had the nerve to say.

In a fit of irritation, I took some flour into my fist and flung it at him so fast, he didn't see hit coming. The flour hit Rhys right smack on the cheek and he went very still. Slowly, he turned towards me. With one long-fingered hand he reached up to touch the side of his face that had been powdered with flour.

Slowly, slowly, his expression turned feral, "Oh you're going to regret that, High Lady," he said in a way that sent chills creeping along my skin. I stood my ground,

"Make me," I challenged.

So fast it was a blur, Rhys had me pinned to the floor. He straddled me and with flour in his hands, smeared all of it over my face and neck. I sputtered and cursed as he laughed. With all my strength, I shoved him off and before he could pin me again, I grabbed the bowl of eggs and threw it at him. He managed to dodge most of it, but his hair wasn't spared.

Looking at him, at his face smeared with flour and sticky yellow egg dripping from his hair, I began to laugh. "Behold, the High Lord of Baking Disasters," I said with mock-reverence as I chucked bits of sugar at him.

With a growl, Rhys tried to tackle me once more into the floor, but I was too quick, I sidestepped him easily and with sudden inspiration, grabbed the plate of chocolate.

With my gift of flame magic, I melted the chocolate and coated my hands in them. Rhys tried again to grab me but this time I tackled him, and spread the chocolate everywhere I could.

In the chaos of moment, Rhys grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me. Soon our clothes were scattered through the floor and the baking was forgotten.

Later as I lay in his arms on the kitchen floor, both our bodies wet with melted chocolate and saliva, Rhys chuckled and kissed my forehead, "I guess we both lost."