Femlock! Mormor Oneshots

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(Tagging people who might wanna read? Idk- Satan_Incarnate_666 , KennyWatsonQuill , AndrewConstantine )

She had no idea what she was doing. Everything seemed to already be stained with something, but the smoke detector wasn't going off yet. It was odd to think of today as an anniversary. She didn't have anniversaries worth celebrating with an attempt at baking and cooking. She had anniversaries that would just be a polite nod, or a reminiscent sort of daze. To be cooking someone's favorite dish and baking their favorite sweet treat was completely out of character and she damn well knew that.

Some days it was nice to be out of character. To break down into tears or laughter, to express everything without the cold dripping tone. It was nice to have someone make sure she ate and drank water, and to curl close to at night. Sleep was the only thing that was never picked upon, mostly due to the fact that neither had a sleep schedule that was remotely healthy. It was nice to have someone caring out of their own free will and not pity.

The only issue was if the job ended soon. There was no way dinner would be finished, and she had just started preparing for dessert. A perk of unhealthy habits was that food didn't need to coordinate well; beef stew and layered red velvet didn't sound like a normal dinner and dessert combo. Though she never cared for that ordeal anyway; flavors clashing sometimes made things better.

A loud beeping stopped the train of thought, the now flustered chef hurrying to shut off the stove and cover the giant pot. Glancing at the time, she relaxed a bit. There was still time before the estimated return, which meant dessert could be ready, she could get cleaned up, and then make the flat smell perfectly normal. Minus the messy counter and clothes, it could be seen why this was a destresser for people. Creating something to enjoy later sounded horribly cheesy until doing so, even if improperly.

For the first time, her hands were stained red without any corpse nearby. The batter took longer than expected, and was more frustrating than expected. Briefly, she wished she bought a cake mix instead of doing it all herself. The thought of the lit up eyes, joyful smile, and (hopefully) plenty of kisses kept the regrets mostly away, the red cake batter carefully being poured into new baking pans. Frosting was already in the fridge, made before anything else due to it's simplicity. After setting the oven timer and the kitchen cleaned, the second hardest step came into play... getting changed.

Something too fancy would immediately ruin all surprise, but something casual didn't feel right either. There was, of course, the neutral option of wearing a dress, but then came questions of which one? It became increasingly more frustrating, the thought of just being naked tempting. That would definitely be a sign that something was planned.

She started to rack her brain for what was said about clothing in the department of favourites. She knew that her own clothing was often stolen, though it mostly being things she bought and found to be uncomfortable. Black was the favorite color, but too many clothing items had that color. Dark purple was a close second, though nothing matched that color. Already everything seemed to be going downhill fast and not even hair and makeup was considered yet!

In the end, she settled for a black button up and jeans, tucking the shirt into her pants and unbuttoning a few at the top. There was three minutes left on the oven timer, which gave enough time for a brief crisis to be done over makeup before a simple black and purple theme was chosen. Hair could be worried about later, since it still needed to be tied back for the frosting part. Looking around the moderately sized flat, it was a shame it too couldn't be done up nice for the dinner. Though, she wouldn't have the foggiest as to what to do for it. Candles? Flowers? Mood lighting? Too much searching that would be too stressful to even start to secretly plan. They didn't exactly get flowers often or have candles, so to buy them would require much more sneaking than it did for the cooking.

Just like before, the timer's beeping was obnoxious. It was tempting to just shoot the damned thing, but it was still needed for the cakes' cooling time. The last thing she needed now was to mess up and be unable to repair or fix it. Carefully sitting on the kitchen island, she waited for the shorter timer to run out, staring at the green numbers tick down. Had the smell of cake not been in the air, she most likely would think the numbers she stared at was a bomb. The shorter time was passed and the cakes now sat waiting to be frosted and stacked onto each other.

There was perhaps twenty minutes until the job was finished and everything could be spoiled. However that wasn't thought about, the main concern being to evenly ice the cakes. Precision was taken serious in everyday life enough, that skill coming in handy now. The smooth white icing soon coated the cake, a good bit left over to eat of course. Thankfully, the barely filled fridge had enough room for the cake to be set inside. The last thing done before going to fuss with her hair was to put low heat on the stew. After all, cold stew wouldn't be a good anniversary dinner.

Remembering a comment made earlier that month about how pretty she looked with her hair down, that was the decided style. Nothing much done to it besides brushing rather aggressively to keep every strand perfectly in place and not sticking out. She heard the door unlock and adjusted her shirt before slipping out of the bathroom and into the living room, claiming a chair out of view of the doorway. This was a surprise anniversary dinner after all.

"Sienna? Where- oh, there you are darling."