Aiko And Frederick

Cooking for dummies (Pt 1)

TW: Fluff, slight angst (Mentions of loss of a loved one)

Hosting a get-to-together for all the ladies on the block was not how Lauren planned her weekend. But being accepted by her neighbours was a must. To add on her already ginormous load, Avery, her teenage neighbour showed up, begging for help.

Help for what?

Cooking of course!

Ms. Chandler was feeling quite stressed this particular evening. The mix of aromas coming from various dishes in the kitchen was starting to become more and more nauseous. 

Her normally cozy kitchen was now feeling uncomfortable to be in as all the dishes cooked simultaneously. The pile of silverware in the sink did not make her feel any better. The thought of having to clean that up just added to tension building in her forehead. 

Unfortunately for her, she was chosen to host the monthly gathering for all the fellow neighbourhood ladies. She always thought the idea of having one person to prepare a feast for about 10 people (and that was only counting the invited ladies) was highly inefficient but who was she to speak out on the neighbourhood’s traditions?

 She only moved in a year ago, and wasn't as close with the other ladies on the block. This was her chance. To finally be a part of the inner circle which she so desperately craved. 

Before she could even worry about the other recipes she had to cover, the doorbell interrupted her thoughts.

Ringggggg! 

She groaned audibly. ‘I swear if it’s Kimberly.’ She hated the lady on 143. Her passive aggressive tactics always got to her one way or another. Always showing up early to events to shame her, constantly trying to one-up everyone on the block, god how she hated that lady.

She rolled her eyes, ready to hear the sickly sweet voice of her favorite neighbour.

“Hey Kimb- Oh, it’s you, Avery dear.”

The scowl on her face immediately softened at the sight of the sixteen year old boy standing nervously on her doorstep. 

“Hello Ms. Chandler.” 

“You can call me Lauren dear.”

She hated to see the poor kid so miserable and nervous all the time now. Her heart ached at the sight of his now prominent eye bags and his constantly wet tear ducts.

Of course, the reason was obvious, the poor boy had just lost his mother, leaving Avery in charge of his two younger siblings.

She had held back a sob at the news, she wasn’t particularly close to Michelle but she was a joy to be around and she always had this mischievous glow to her that was a breath of fresh air compared to the kill joys this neighborhood was inhabited by.

Michelle had always made her feel welcome, even if it was in subtle, minute ways. When she had first arrived she never bombarded her with loads of freshly baked goods and leftovers like the others, their pity for the new single woman on the block barely contained. Their assumptions that she wasn’t able to take care of herself made her clench her knuckles till they turned white. 

Michelle was never like that however. Whenever she took notice of the smell coming out the window of Lauren’s house at dinner time, she would always ask her next day for the recipe before she dropped her kids off to school. It always made her feel warm inside, the appreciation.

The other women soon lost interest in the new-comer and started to converse with her less and less. Michelle soon started to invite her over, often having baking sessions together, getting to know her children better. 

Maybe she was close to Michelle. 

—-

“Uhm, I’m sorry to bother you but, i'm kind of in need of a..”

He trailed off, sighing loudly, muttering sorrys under his breath. He tapped his foot against the cement anxiously, his usual charm which he inherited from his mother gone. 

She nodded, beckoning him to continue.

“How do I say this… a cookbook?”

His voice cracked at that last bit, his eyes immediately shutting closed, scrunched in cringe. She couldn't help but smile. All of this over a cookbook?

“A cookbook?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ve kind of realized I can’t just keep feeding Fred and Kat fast-food for every meal and I don’t know how to cook, but you’re really good, so I thought I'd ask you.”

He fumbled at the jumbo multi-colored bracelets on his wrists. She distinctly remembers being there, when his sister Frederick made them in the living room, scattering the beads all over the floor, while her brother Catherine groaned before bending down to pick them up from the carpet. Avery had laughed at the time, slumping on the couch, not even moving a muscle to help his younger brother.

He never really showed it much, at least to his siblings, but he took his job as elder brother very seriously and him showing up on her doorstep was proof.

She really, really wanted to help.

“Okay…”

She nodded slowly, going through her mental library of cookbooks that would be easy enough for Avery to follow and healthy enough for Frederick and Catherine to eat repeatedly. 

“Wait, give me a minute Avery!”

She went back in, scouring through the shelf in the living room to find the book she was looking for. She flicked through each volume that were haphazardly stacked, separated by random snow globes she had collected throughout the years. 

‘Moro: The cookbook? No.’

‘Single Malt Whiskey: An Italian Passion- Hell no'.

‘Bread of Three Rivers: The Story of a French Loaf- No, just, just no.’ 

‘The Minimalist Cooks Dinner: More Than 100 Recipes for Fast Weeknight Meals and Casual Entertaining- Maybe? Yeah no- nevermind.’

Ah. There it was. ‘The taste of home’.

She held the magazine, dusting the cover off. She was skeptical of the magazine, she only tossed it into her cart because it was on sale. It wasn’t her usual style, but it would be simple enough for a teenager to understand.

The name made Lauren flinch a little, feeling as if it would add salt to Avery’s already open wound. 

She pushed the thought down, walking back to the door. She pushed the door open slightly. Avery was still there, waiting politely. 

“Here Avery, I think this suits you guys well. Tell me if you have any issues.”

She handed him the book. He studied the cover for a while, cocking his head to the side like a tiny puppy who’s seen something for the first time. It was pathetically adorable. 

“Thank you so, so much Lauren. I really needed this, I don’t know how to repa-”

“AVERYYYYY!”

He was cut off by a yell coming from the direction of his house. He groaned, rolling his eyes, muttering under his breath how he was going to kill Catherine.

“Give me a minute!” 

He yelled back in the same direction, yelling even louder than the person who was presumably Catherine.

 “Sorry, I’ve gotta go, thank you!”

He scurried off, yelling while running through the lawn.

After waving goodbye, she sighed loudly, slamming the door shut. She slumped onto the floor, staring at the mess of dishes spread throughout her kitchen. Lauren groaned.

Now to get back to her own mess.

Aiko, you really do have terrible taste.

Uhmm... tags ig

So if you go through the tags I use for The Warmth of his Flesh, you might notice the tag: actually cannibalistic. I thought this tag was like, for art. My dumb ass did not realize it was for cannibals until I searched it up, and was met with... a not so pleasant surprise. I swear to god I am not a cannibal!! (probably)

REBRANDING

Chat I might just be rebranding to Lil Tart, which is what I go by on other platforms. Say bye bye to gothic vibes and say hello to an unfiltered zest fest!!

The entire Hayakawa family!

The warmth of his flesh

CW: Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)

NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)

I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))

Summary:

Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?

How very lovely.

Continue reading!

“I’m rather disgusting aren’t I? I must reek of death.” He didn’t flinch, he didn’t look surprised. He just stared. “I will never be able to get the feeling of death off of me.” He just sat there. He didn’t say a word. “Especially after becoming one with it.” Hyacinth paused, waiting for a change in his expression. She gripped the fabric of his dress, waiting for the worst to come. 

“What an odd name you have, how come I've just noticed?” He ignored her, continuing with his ramble. “Hyacinth, Hyacinth, Hyacinth… surely you know what it means? He laughed. “What am I saying? Of course you know. A desire for forgiveness. Is that why you’ve come to meet me, at this hour?”

He looked back at her, her body tensed, her hands curled into his fists. “I’ve.. consumed flesh before.” 

“How many times?”

“Three times- it’s a horrible feeling though, it's honestly quite disgusting-”

“Then why do you do it?”

“I…” She sighed, pushing her hair back with her hands. Her mind was racing. What a stupid, stupid idea. Why did she think this would’ve worked? She should’ve just kept it in. But she couldn’t. The thought was consuming her every moment of the day. Every glance at him would make it even worse. She tried to rub the feeling off, taking hour long baths, scrubbing her skin till the water turned brown. She was disgusting, thoroughly disgusting. What a disgusting, terrible human she was. Was she even human?

What kind of human would have thoughts of consuming their own lover? Her wretched flesh had to be punished, for thinking in such ways. She’d scratch her flesh, days on end, attempting to rip her own skin out, to pay for the terrible things she’d done, yet she just couldn't stop. She never threw the meat out of her cellar. And now she keeps on going, now with her fourth lover. But this time felt different. He was different. He provided her comfort like no one else could. To have that comfort within forever, would be an ultimate bliss. 

He snapped his fingers. “You okay love? You seem disoriented.” Even now, after hearing what she’s done he still cares for her. His care disgusts her and comforts her at the same time.

“Did you hear me? I said i-”

“Yes, yes, you’ve cannibalized your lovers before, what else?” 

Her blood ran cold, her eyes wide. How did he know about that? She never told him that detail.

“How did you know?”

“You forget I've known you long before we were even together darling. Of course I noticed when my friends went missing, it’s just now I know why.” He chuckled.

“You don’t care? You’re not mad?”

“How could I be? I haven’t done anything remarkable in my entire existence, except being with you. Now you’ve done something that people wretch at the thought of. How wonderful.”

She scoffed at him, angered by his unexpected acceptance. “You know what I’m going to ask you then, right?”

“Of course, I recognize your pattern, and I graciously accept.” He bowed dramatically, unable to hide his laugh.

“Don’t mock me!” She looked at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s not like I want to! hate the very thought of parting with you!” It was true, she really hated herself for wanting to do such a thing.

“Now why are you crying? I didn’t yell at you did I? Even better, I accepted!” He sighed, putting his back against the wall.

“But why?” She was confused, concerned, scared,but another feeling was creeping up her back. Glee. A lover becoming a part of you is one thing, but when they accept and are willing? Now their souls really would be intertwined.

“Because all I am is yours. I’ve never done much in my life, and I don't think I will. All I want at this point is to please you. My death will be meaningless. But if I offer myself to you, perhaps..” He paused, refusing to continue further.

She looked at him, unsure of what to do. Thank him? Cry? Hyacinth froze, unable to respond.

“I ask for one thing from you though.”

“And that is?”

“Time. Time spent with you.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

At 6:00 in the afternoon, Hyacinth dragged her lover to her house, or rather her mansion. They rarely spent time there together so he often forgot about his darling’s lavish lifestyle. He’d rather go somewhere else, somewhere less stuffy, somewhere less… uncomfortable. It wasn’t her peculiar diet that made him feel uneasy, nor was it the way her wide eyes bore into his soul. It was that wretched mansion. The entire estate was gloomy, adapting a color palette only a ghost could enjoy. It was painted a dark grey, the roof an even darker shade. The windows loomed over him, reaching the ceiling. The entire mansion was surrounded by long, thin trees. Oh how he hated her place, but whatever would make her happy.

At 7:00 pm they were sitting in the living room, the fireplace warming up the entire room. Hyacinth was laughing at a dumb joke he made, one that he didn’t even find funny. They were laying on the wooden floor, talking about the most trivial things in existence. She played with his hair while he went on about his day, before he saw her, which instantly brightened his day. 

At 9:00 pm he attempted to fancy up the dining room, with much disapproval from Hyacinth. “I’m just preparing the dining room for your meal”, he joked. She didn’t find it very amusing. He stuffed random flowers such as lilies and hydrangeas into the closest vases and pots he could find. He lit candles all across the room, turning off the chandelier, making the entire room illuminated by the melting candles.

At 9:30 they sat down on opposite sides, discussing the most random topics they could think of. She laughed at all of his poorly thought out jokes, cracking a smile that could light up an entire room. “You know I love you right?” He smiled at her, resting his head on his hand. “I’m aware.”

“I’m doing this because I love you.”

“Yeah.”

“You provide me with a comfort that I want to be engulfed in forever.”

“Then I'll give you that.”

“I really do love you, I really do. I can’t help myself.” She started to cry.

“And here comes the waterworks.” 

“I hate myself for doing this to you.”

“I don't mind.”

“I love you.”

“...”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

At 2:30 am Hyacinth’s full course meal was prepared. There was everything he could ever ask for. She grabbed her knife and fork hesitantly, staring at her meal for a while. She told herself to stop staring and start eating. If she didn’t start soon, the food would probably go bad, then it would all be for nothing. She slowly picked up her fork, stabbing the meat, slowly carving into it with her fork. She opened her mouth, her lip quivering. She took her first bite.

At 3:15 am the entire dining room was a mess. There was food scattered across the long table. She had long forgotten about her utensils, instead opting for her hands. She was probably eating her entire stock in one sitting. She had never done that before, but this time it was worth it. Every bite she took provided more and more comfort, her insides melting from the chewy texture. She just couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed at more meat, her face stuffed to the brim with the meat, the remnants spilling on her white, floor length frock. She tried to make herself throw up, but she just couldn’t. Her face was stained with tears. She sobbed through each bite. “I’m really sorry, I really am! I just couldn’t help myself! You just taste too good!” She shoved her face with more bites. “I’m so disgusting, aren’t i?”

Reblog if its ok for your moots to stalk your blog and interact with everything you've posted.

The intrusive thoughts of a cannibal

The warmth of his flesh (re worked)

CW: Cannibalism (no gore actually described, just.. subtle descriptions? Probably could make you queezy idk) This is my first time writing a fic, so critique is welcome! :)

NOT A KINK/FETISH!! (i'm not weird trust)

I specifically wrote this for school in like 1 hour after the submission time so it's rushed... uh yeah that's it from me! :))

Summary:

Hyacinth can't help herself, she really can't! She wants to consume her lovers' flesh and she hates herself for it. What was she think of course he's going to say no! He's going to be so disgusted, what if he reports he- What? He said yes? He said he'd be honoured to?

Oh...oh.How very lovely.

Continue reading!

“I’m rather disgusting aren’t I? I must reek of death.” He didn’t flinch, he didn’t look surprised. He just stared. “I will never be able to get the feeling of death off of me.” He just sat there. He didn’t say a word. “Especially after becoming one with it.” Hyacinth paused, waiting for a change in his expression. She gripped the fabric of his dress, waiting for the worst to come. 

“What an odd name you have, how come I've just noticed?” He ignored her, continuing with his ramble. “Hyacinth, Hyacinth, Hyacinth… surely you know what it means? He laughed. “What am I saying? Of course you know. A desire for forgiveness. Is that why you’ve come to meet me, at this hour?”

He looked back at her, her body tensed, her hands curled into his fists. “I’ve.. consumed flesh before.” 

“How many times?”

“Three times- it’s a horrible feeling though, it's honestly quite disgusting-”

“Then why do you do it?”

“I…” She sighed, pushing her hair back with her hands. Her mind was racing. What a stupid, stupid idea. Why did she think this would’ve worked? She should’ve just kept it in. But she couldn’t. The thought was consuming her every moment of the day. Every glance at him would make it even worse. She tried to rub the feeling off, taking hour long baths, scrubbing her skin till the water turned brown. She was disgusting, thoroughly disgusting. What a disgusting, terrible human she was. Was she even human?

What kind of human would have thoughts of consuming their own lover? Her wretched flesh had to be punished, for thinking in such ways. She’d scratch her skin, days on end, attempting to rip it out, to pay for the terrible things she’d done, yet she just couldn't stop. She never threw the meat out of her cellar, she never stopped using it. And now she keeps on going, now with her fourth lover. But this time felt different. He was different. He provided her comfort like no one else could. To have that comfort within forever, would be an ultimate bliss. 

He snapped his fingers. “You okay love? You seem disoriented.” Even now, after hearing what she’s done he still cares for her. His care disgusts her and comforts her at the same time.

“Did you hear me? I said i-”

“Yes, yes, you’ve cannibalized your lovers before, what else?” 

Her blood ran cold, her eyes wide. How did he know about that? She never told him that detail.

“How did you know?”

“You forget I've known you long before we were even together darling. Of course I noticed when my friends went missing, it’s just now I know why.” He chuckled.

“You don’t care? You’re not mad?”

“How could I be? I haven’t done anything remarkable in my entire existence, except being with you. Now you’ve done something that people wretch at the thought of. How wonderful.”

She scoffed at him, angered by his unexpected acceptance. “You know what I’m going to ask you then, right?”

“Of course, I recognize your patterns, and I graciously accept.” He bowed dramatically, unable to hide his laugh.

“Don’t mock me!” She looked at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s not like I want to! hate the very thought of parting with you!” It was true, she really hated herself for wanting to do such a thing.

“Now why are you crying? I didn’t yell at you did I? Even better, I accepted!” He sighed, putting his back against the wall.

“But why?” She was confused, concerned, scared, but another feeling was creeping up her back. Glee. A lover becoming a part of you is one thing, but when they accept and are willing? Now their souls really would be intertwined. It would be her perfect happy ending to her love story.

“Because all I am is yours. I’ve never done much in my life, and I don't think I will. All I want at this point is to please you. My death will be meaningless. But if I offer myself to you, perhaps..” He paused, refusing to continue further. He decides to go on, realizing that this would be the perfect to let out his inner most feelings. "All my life, I've just, been there. I'm not good at anything other than being with you. You're all I am. I've dedicated my time to being yours, yours to control, to give you everything you've ever wanted. That's my only purpose."

He stopped to lower on to his knees, holding her hands while staring right into her widened eyes.

"Who even am I if I can't make you happy?

She looked at him, unsure of what to do. Thank him? Cry? Hyacinth froze, unable to respond.

“I ask for one thing from you though.”

“And that is?”

“Time. Time spent with you.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

At 6:00 in the afternoon, Hyacinth dragged her lover to her house, or rather her mansion. They rarely spent time there together so he often forgot about his darling’s lavish lifestyle. He’d rather go somewhere else, somewhere less stuffy, somewhere less… uncomfortable. It wasn’t her peculiar diet that made him feel uneasy, nor was it the way her wide eyes bore into his soul. It was that wretched mansion. The entire estate was gloomy, adapting a color palette only a ghost could enjoy. It was painted a dark grey, the roof an even darker shade. The windows loomed over him, reaching the ceiling. The entire mansion was surrounded by long, thin trees. Oh how he hated her place, but whatever would make her happy.

At 7:00 pm they were sitting in the living room, the fireplace warming up the entire room. Hyacinth was laughing at a dumb joke he made, one that he didn’t even find funny. They were laying on the wooden floor, talking about the most trivial things in existence. She played with his hair while he went on about his day, before he saw her, which instantly brightened his day. 

At 9:00 pm he attempted to fancy up the dining room, with much disapproval from Hyacinth. “I’m just preparing the dining room for your meal”, he joked. She didn’t find it very amusing. He stuffed random flowers such as lilies and hydrangeas into the closest vases and pots he could find. He lit candles all across the room, turning off the chandelier, making the entire room illuminated by the melting candles.

At 9:30 they sat down on opposite sides, discussing the most random topics they could think of. She laughed at all of his poorly thought out jokes, cracking a smile that could light up an entire room. “You know I love you right?” He smiled at her, resting his head on his hand. “I’m aware.”

“I’m doing this because I love you.”

“Yeah.”

“You provide me with a comfort that I want to be engulfed in forever.”

“Then I'll give you that.”

“I really do love you, I really do. I can’t help myself.” She started to cry.

“And here comes the waterworks.” 

“I hate myself for doing this to you.”

“I don't mind.”

“I love you.”

“...”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

At 2:30 am Hyacinth’s full course meal was prepared. There was everything he could ever ask for. She grabbed her knife and fork hesitantly, staring at her meal for a while. She told herself to stop staring and start eating. If she didn’t start soon, the food would probably go bad, then it would all be for nothing. She slowly picked up her fork, stabbing the meat, slowly carving into it with her fork. She opened her mouth, her lip quivering. She took her first bite.

At 3:15 am the entire dining room was a mess. There was food scattered across the long table. She had long forgotten about her utensils, instead opting for her hands. She was probably eating her entire stock in one sitting. She had never done that before, but this time it was worth it. Every bite she took provided more and more comfort, her insides melting from the chewy texture. She just couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed at more meat, her face stuffed to the brim with the meat, the remnants spilling on her white, floor length frock. She tried to make herself throw up, but she just couldn’t. Her face was stained with tears. She sobbed through each bite. “I’m really sorry, I really am! I just couldn’t help myself! You just taste too good!” She shoved her face with more bites. “I’m so disgusting, aren’t i?”

Yum yum Aiko