A threeway relationship between Plato, the bread king, Socrates, the anti-social cutie and Aristotle, the possessive boyfriend.
DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY PLEASE!! This is a crackfic (I think?)
- Won't contain cursing, only in funny form. ('son of a...
Plato POV I ran to the kitchen as fast as I could and started making bread. (Let's get this bread yeet) I was very excited to cook for my new friend Socrates! For this special occasion, I decided to make very special bread so I grabbed a few bowls and started mixing. I'm making my special recipe, unicorn bread. For unicorn bread, I'm gonna need two rays of sunshine, a glitter mushroom and three drops of the blood of an innocent child. I go into the garden to take the rays of sunshine and the mushroom. As I look around for the sunshine I hear voices from the living room. I get on my hands and knees and crawl towards the window. At first, I can't hear what they're saying but I'm sure I heard Socrates asking if not both light and darkness are sacred. I'm not sure though. 'That's stupid.' Well, I definitely heard that. Does my baby not like my new friend? I sit and think for a moment before I decide what to do, I'm gonna make sure Aristotle will love Socrates!
Socrates POV I feel hurt after what he said, that was one of the theories I am the proudest of. I look down at my hands that are in my lap and try to fight the tears. I quickly glance at Aristotle and he looks at me unbothered. Why doesn't he like me? After like five minutes that seem to last ages Plato finally comes back. In his hands, he holds a plate with a purplish bread. (Like the picture)
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'What's that baby?' I hear Aristotle ask. We both look at him expectantly but he just smirks. 'It's my special recipe, I won't tell until you've tried it.' I shrug and take a slice of the weird bread. I hold it under my nose and smell, it smells like flowers and something else. I smell again but I can't identify it. I give up and take a minuscule bite. It actually tastes really good! I hum in approval and watch as Aristotle also takes a bite. Soon we both finish our slice and take another one. I eat until I feel like I might explode if I consume anything else. 'That was amazing...' I manage to say. Aristotle only nods his head. I look at Plato and notice he is smiling weirdly. What is he up to? Before I can think about it too much, my eyes start to get heavy and it doesn't take long for me to pass the gates of the dream realm.
Plato POV I watch as they both drift off to sleep. The only thing I can do now is to wait and pray for my plan to succeed. I get up and clean up the leftovers of the bread. I have to get everything ready before they wake up again. I will probably have enough time seeing the amount of stuff that I put in there. I check on both of them one more time before I go to the bedroom and prepare for tomorrow.
I am planning big things *evil laugh* I hope you enjoyed this🙃
