Birthday... cake?
Cassian x Reader
Cassian week 2024
Day 6: Birthday
@cassianappreciationweek
Summary: You tried baking a birthday cake for Cassian's birthday, but you overestimated your poor cooking skills.
Warnings: description of panicking, angsty
Word count: 824 words
Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears 💕
You had spent the whole day wandering through the busy street of Velaris with your little list in hand. When you got home in the early afternoon, your basket had been full of different dry ingredients. Flour, sugar, cocoa powder, bicarbonate powder, ground coffee… Everything you needed to make the best chocolate cake ever.
“The cake that will make any male fall in love with you over and over again!” The vendor had told you while you paid for all of the ingredients.
Honestly, you could've just bought a cake from the bakery just down your street, but you had wanted the cake to come from you. To impress your mate.
Stupid Fae pride.
The reality hit you full force when the time had come for you to pull the cake out of the oven. The cake looked… sloppy. Slimy. It didn't even look like a cake.
You looked nervously toward the clock, realizing Cassian would be home soon. Panic surged through you as you analyzed the extent of damage. Brown cake batter was splattered on the walls, furniture, floors… Towels were scattered in every corner of the room, and what was cooling down inside of the pan in the center of the table looked like anything but a cake.
Before you could surge into action and start cleaning up the mess, the front door creaked open. Your throat tightened, and you froze in place. Your heart thumped faster with each footstep that echoed through the silent house.
“Princess? I’m home!” Cassian shouted from the living room, getting closer to where you stood.
“Happy birthday, Cassian!” Was what you would've said to the male leaning against the doorframe, if the words didn't stay stuck in your throat. Tears welled up your eyes and your shaky hands dropped the wooden spoon to the ground. You had failed. Again.
Your shoulders slumped, and your lips quivered. Warm tears rolled down your cheeks, fraying a path through all of the floor and cocoa powder splattered on your face.
Cassian frowned. He quickly walked the few steps separating you, kicking aside all of the towels and cooking instruments scattered on the floor. His strong arms wrapped around you, cradling your face against his chest.
“Princess…” He cooed, kissing the crown of your head before lifting your teary eyes to meet his. “Why are you crying?”
“I wanted to… to make you a cake,” You sobbed, tears pouring freely from your eyes. “For your birthday…”
Cassian hummed, rubbing his large hand in circles against your back. He let you cry as much as you needed to, gently swaying you from side to side while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, in an attempt to calm you down.
Once your sobs turned into sniffles, he took the nearest “relatively clean” cloth to wipe your face, teary eyes, and snotty nose. “It's okay… I've got you…” His eyes scanned the kitchen, then he spotted what looked like an uncooked cake. “Can I taste it?”
Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away from him. “If you feel courageous enough… yes.” You mumbled.
Cassian's warm laugh lightened up your heart and made your lips shift into a small smile. He lifted you up into his arms, and sat on a chair. He did not mind at all that his ass was settled straight into a puddle of frosting.
He dipped his large finger into the pan, and brought it to his lips quickly before it could spill on the dirty table. He sucked it clean, and his eyebrows frowned in concentration as he swallowed.
His hazel eyes sparkled, and his brows lifted as he stared into your eyes. “Princes… it tastes amazing!”
You crossed your arms, not believing him for one second that this was good. You knew Cassian, and how he would eat a whole shovel of shit, without hesitating, if it could make you feel better about your cooking attempts.
He rolled his eyes then plunged his fingers right into the pan, coating his fingers with the sweet mixture once again, then shoved them into your mouth.
You jolted slightly, surprised by the sudden intrusion of his fingers on your mouth, but then your eyes widened. “It really is good!” You said when Cassian pulled out his fingers.
“Best birthday cake ever,” Cassian purred, bringing the cake pan straight to his lips, filling his mouth with the chocolate mixture that he swallowed greedily.
Your eyes shone with pride and adoration as you stared at your mate's delighted face as he swallowed mouthful, after mouthful, of cake batter. The bond hummed beneath your chest, and you let the pleasant feeling wash over you, settling deeper on Cassian’s thighs. It was like falling in love with him for the first time all over again.
Cassian knew he'd probably be sick to the bone tomorrow morning from all this sugar. But hey, you only celebrate your 542 years old once in a lifetime, right?
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