In which Raimundo tries (and fails) to make macarons. Starring best boy Emery and a mention of Fleur.
I’m honestly not used to writing this much in english, but I told myself fuck it and tried anyway. (My computer is dead so I didn’t have much time to reread and correct since I’m not using mine but I’ll do it eventually)
Emery and Fleur belong to @cheerstotheelites-if
Ray wouldn’t really consider himself overconfident.
But he definitely was when he decided to step into the kitchen with the intention of making something completely new to him.
‘Can’t be that hard.’
That’s what he thought and he was wrong.
He curses loudly and practically slams the oven door open before hastily putting his hands on the baking tray only to jump back, screaming and shaking his poor hands.
“FUC-”
“Ray, what are you doing?” Someone asks innocently as he bites back his curse.
Raimundo glances at Emery and feels his anger recede almost immediately. He lets out a sigh as he finally takes the tray out of the oven – with mitten on this time.
“I’m trying to make macarons. It’s the third batch and I burned them. Again. Who the fuck burns macarons?”
These things were so small, he genuinely thought they would be easy to make. Even if he barely had any experience in baking, Ray also had no doubt in his success. He even waited for both of his parents to be out before doing – out of embarrassment of course.
Emery looks at him with stars in his eyes, excitedly bouncing up and down. “I’ll help! Are they for Fleur?”
Fuck. He was exposed. Sure, it was kinda obvious, but he still hoped his familiar wouldn’t comment on it. Ray looks away, unable to stand Emery smiling face, his cheeks burning.
“Yeah, they are.” he eventually mumbles as he throws his failures in the trash. He scowls and contemplate giving up, but maybe Emery’s presence will act as a lucky charm this time?
Yeah, he’s that desperate.
Raimundo slaps both of his cheeks hard to then whirl around and look at his familiar with determination. He gets close, grabs Emery, lift him with ease to finally sit him down on the kitchen counter.
“You put the ingredients in the bowl and I beat them, okay?”
“Okay!”
***
Huh, who would’ve thought.
Emery acting as a lucky charm? It fucking worked. Well, the macarons were far from perfect, but at least they weren’t burnt. Plus, they were tasty as hell.
“We did it, Emery!”
“We did it, Ray!”
He takes the boy off the counter and laugh while hugging him. Maybe he’s rejoicing too much for such a small thing, but at this moment, Raimundo doesn’t care.
He calms down after a while, but keeps a proud grin on his face.
“When are you going to give them to her?”
Suddenly, he’s not grinning anymore.
Is he even going to give them to her? Was it a good idea? He really felt as if it wasn’t. Would she even accept them? Why didn’t he think of that before making them?
“You give them.”
“What? Why? You worked so hard to make them!”
“She’ll be happier if they come from you.” He pauses before adding: “I’ll give you chocolate and mango if you do it.”
He could see Emery wasn’t thrilled by this outcome. The boy was pouting, but Ray knew it wasn’t easy for him to resist when chocolate and mangoes were involved.
“Fine, but-”
“Yeah, I get it. I’ll do it next time.”
This seems enough to mollify Emery who starts to look for something pretty enough to wrap the macarons.
“Next time, definitely.” Raimundo mumbles before stepping in to help before Emery makes even more mess in the kitchen.
