#cherry compote

[bhloomest]

[willowmckinley]

Hii I'm sure you get this all the time but i just read your yandere!Raylan fics and I'm in love. I love your writing style! I was doing a rewatch of Justified at the same time as I read your fics and I just have to ask what you think yan!Raylan would think of Boyd in the later seasons (somehow, if Raylan came back later or something- this is just entirely wish fulfillment for me so I'm sure it makes no sense 😭). I yearn for them 😞

Hello! That is so sweet, I am so glad you like my yandere series! I don't really get it all the time, haha, so thank you for telling me! I'm glad you like my style! I'm glad my voice resonates with you :D

Ohhhhhh, what a fun question! To be honest, I think Raylan's reaction is *much* the same. Boyd still hasn't left Harlan in any substantial way, which means Raylan assumes Boyd didn't want to avoid capture. He is just so sure Boyd still loves him. I think later seasons Boyd, however, I think *he* is very different than Pilot Boyd. He's gotten himself in so much more trouble, and I think he has a sort of desperation that makes him fight harder and stronger against Raylan in the beginning. This certainly isn't a Boyd that Raylan will allow to drown him in a bathtub for *much* longer.

This Boyd is so much more aware of what his freedom is or could be, and I think he also isn't *bored* in a way that Raylan can capitalize on as he did in my series.

Ultimately, though, I think yandere Raylan is cut out for the challenge. The fact remains Boyd didn't appropriately run from him while he had the chance, and Raylan is going to spend the rest of their lives together reminding Boyd who he belongs too.

Another difference is, I think Boyd bites Raylan *a lot* when he's trying to escape. I think Raylan makes him swallow whatever chunks he takes out. I think this helps settle Boyd more than he wants to admit, because this cannibalism is so much easier to blame on himself than Raylan's soups and such.

In terms of everything else, it is actually even easier at this point to frame Boyd's disappearance on him fleeing from the law. I don't think he becomes as close to Rachel and Tim or even Loretta, though, because he has much more of his plate full with Boyd.

[askwhatsforlunch]

Port Cherry Compote

It might be difficult to pit, freeze and save a few cups of cherries at the height of Summer, when they are ripe, juicy and delicious; but if you do, then you can make this delicious Port Cherry Compote in March --you can also absolutely buy frozen cherries!

Ingredients (makes about a cup):

1 cup frozen cherries of your liking (i prefer juicy dark cherries)

1/4 cup good quality White Port

In a small saucepan, combine frozen cherries and White Port.

Bring to a slow boil over medium heat.

Then, reduce the heat to low, cover with a lid, and simmer, about 15 minutes, until the cherries have collapsed and their juice slightly thickened.

Serve Port Cherry Compote onto Greek Yoghurt, Ice Cream, Crêpes or Pancakes!

[meltingsoftly]

This weekend I made cherry cream cheese danishes!

Recipe was from the cook book called Dessert Person by the lovely Claire Saffitz.

I told my significant other he could pick the first recipe I make since he got it for me :) of course the first one was a touch more intricate than I’m used to.

There is definitely room for improvement but here’s my first try !!!

[daily-deliciousness]

Lemon poppy seed pancakes with cherry compote

[nougatella]

Chocolate Macarons with Dark Chocolate Swiss Meringue Buttercream and Cherry Compote Filling | Cloudy Kitchen

[fullcravings]

Dark Chocolate Waffles With Cherry Balsamic Compote

[willowmckinley]

From cherry compote this is also definitely under 500 *winks but both my eyes close*

As they near the bottom of the bowl, Raylan moves his hands from Boyd for the first time since they had sat down. He grabs the glass, and he tips it back. Boyd watches as the pink sugar slides into his mouth. And this is his last chance to turn back. To murder Raylan with this chain. He can wrap it around his bobbing Adam’s apple as he swallows. He can call it strawberry ice cream and let himself believe that’s how it got its color.

Instead, Boyd kisses Raylan’s throat. He brushes his lips sweetly over Raylan’s pulse. Raylan whips the bowl back to the table. It catches on the corner, cracking straight down the center. They pay it no mind.

Raylan lifts them up, his hands under Boyd’s thighs supporting his weight. Shattered glass crack under his shoes. Boyd kisses Raylan’s lips. He tastes iron buried deep under sweetness. Raylan bites Boyd’s bottom lip, and then he sucks the sting away right after.

The taste becomes addicting. The last of his sanity slips away, replaced only with obsession. He loves the taste of himself on Raylan’s lips. He loves the hard edge of blood that reminds him that he is Raylan’s favorite. He is the center of Raylan’s entire reality. He could take a cleaver to Raylan’s chest right now and find his heart beating morse code to Boyd’s name. It’s intoxicating. This is always how he had felt, back at nineteen. In all those stolen moments. There wasn’t a crack in Harlan they hadn’t found to tuck themselves into.

Raylan pushes Boyd into their bed, crawling up to rest his weight on Boyd’s chest as he grabs a bottle from the side table. His teeth loom sharp and stained at Boyd’s eye level as he leans over in reach. Less than happy, Raylan is obsessive and possessive and lost in single minded mania of having Boyd. Boyd thinks only of being possessed.

Raylan undoes Boyd’s pants, and Boyd helps by kicking them down. He makes quick work of Raylan’s own. Raylan moves down, slicking two fingers before breaching Boyd’s rim. Boyd pulls at Raylan’s shirt, managing to at least rip them down the buttons. He pauses his work with a grunt, when Raylan’s ministrations distract him too greatly.

Boyd’s fingers catch at Raylan’s love handles. His nails tear lines through skin as Raylan preps him. Boyd pulls a hand back. He grins as he licks at the blood under his nails. Raylan’s eyes grow wide and his pupils blow out. Raylan’s hand stops as he watches Boyd give his own fingers a languid suck. Boyd thrusts his hips down, reminding Raylan to keep up.

Raylan babbles into Boyd’s ear as he crooks his fingers in deeper. “I love you, God, I love you, I love you so much, missed you so much, needed you so badly.” Boyd doesn’t catch it all, and the ramblings spiral deeper into the insanity that lives inside Raylan. “I was born for you, Boyd. I was born to rip your skin open and live inside you. I was born to handcuff your wrist to my own. I want to sew us together with barbed wire. I want carry pieces of you around in my stomach. I want our hearts to be swapped in open surgery.”

“I want those things too, Raylan,” Boyd admits, honest with himself for the first time in decades. “I want more reminders that I’m yours. The mark wasn’t enough, the pinky isn’t enough,” Boyd continues, slipping into a desperate beg for more, more, more.

Ohhhh, thank you!

So, the beginning of your passage shows Boyd with his two options clear before him. This is Raylan at his most vulnerable, most distracted. If Boyd kills him here, he'd have his best odds at succeeding, his best odds of making it out alive. By giving him the coffee earlier, by giving him this ice cream so soon, Raylan broke his pattern of putting his cell phone away in the lockbox, giving Boyd an actual out to kill him without dooming himself to starving himself to death with a rotting corpse in the small room cottage. He can kill Raylan, steal the cellphone, and call one of his men to pick him up or call the authorities to start a new life-- or, well.

And of course he doesn't! He loooooves Raylan. He loooooves Raylan so much.

Boyd is a character that strikes me as desperate for love and attention, and he'll supplement both with adoration or hatred or machinations, but here Raylan is, giving and giving and giving with both love and obsession and attention. This Boyd is hardly able to resist. Even with the complicated dynamics and literal kidnapping, Raylan loves him so much and gives him everything he needs, and he has no real reason to turn away, not when Raylan is correct in that Boyd acts not who he is out of desperation or fears prison more than he'd like to admit.

The sex scene happens, of course, because Raylan has been wanting to fuck his boyfriend everyday since they were, like, sixteen, but he has his strict little moral codes that make sense only to himself, but now, finally, Boyd wants this too, and the whole affair is bloody, but the blood is warm and full of love and proof enough as they make heart shapes like paint.

Raylan's babbling was the most fun for me to write, because I wanted to make his ramblings graphic and bloody and intense and insane and loving and lovely in its own way. This fic is about unhinged, mutual obsession, and I feel like this section and this fic particularly I really got to cut loose and just play with it.

One of the most finicky details of this fic was always figuring out how clothing would work, what with Boyd being chained at hand or foot for most of it, making changing a nightmare, logistically. In later installments, I'll say they get custom clothing some how to make it easier, if only for me to write, lol. Hopefully the ripping and tearing seemed appropriately amorous while logistically sound.

And of course, what kind of commentary would this be without mentioning @itookyoudown! It was bun's idea for to use blood as an ice cream topping! How perfect! How wonderful! Truly, it was the detail that really tied this installment together for me. Everything flowed (retch ;P ) from there, haha. Honestly, it was just a really good focal point for this fic as a whole, both visually and thematically, especially tying this fic back to the rest of the series.

(Speaking of which, the first chapter of Part Six is out now! It's about Loretta, though, so no worries if you'd rather wait for Part Seven, which will go back to Raylan and Boyd).