If you're still taking requests to help with your writers block, what about a crack fic of one of the boys eating a food that's usually weird to eat alone?
Like, salsa but no chips or something like that lol
Or putting one of the boys in some super mundane task that someone interupts at the wrong time and it just looks funny
Alright. I'm here for it. Here you go Anon, thanks for the inspo!
Warriors had walked into the room, placing his pile of books down on the table in front of him.
"Salsa." He said nonchalantly in return, not looking at the man in question as he returned to his bowl.
"Salsa?" Warriors questioned
"Need I say it again? Salsa Warriors. Salsa." He said pointing his spoon towards the older man, then he shovelled another spoonful into his mouth.
"Just..." Warriors raised a hand to his forehead, the other sitting under his elbow. "Why?" He moved the hand on his head outward, waving it towards the youngest.
"Couldn't find any nachos..."
"I was just at the supermarket?" Placing a loaf of bread on the counter, he looked at the youngest expectantly.
"Couldn't get a hold of you." He looked at the spoon, a pout on his face.
"So instead, you decided to just.... eat the salsa, by itself?"
"No. I had sour cream too, but that's gone now." He smiled, as he scraped at his bowl, not wanting to waste anything. "Oh yeah, we need salsa and sour cream next time you go to the shops."
"Honestly Tempest, what are we going to do with you....?"
"You're going to buy me more salsa." He gave a knowing smile.
Warriors gave a sigh before chuckling.
"I'll ask Time to pick some up on the way home." He went for his books again. Wind leaning across the table and placing a hand on his.
"We both know Time doesn't finish for another four hours. Then he's meeting with Twilight and Wild to see that film they've been waiting to see."
"Then You'll just have to wait." He responded back, peeling the other's hand off his and shuffling the books into a neat pile.
"Ask Sky. He'll get me salsa." The youngest crossed his arms, pouting.
"I'm not calling Sky while he's working on aircraft wind. You can wait." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Noticing he still had his instructor's bag on, he flung it over his shoulders, placing it on a chair.
"Wind I have work to do." He waved his hand in front of him. Towards his instructor's book. He had some important stuff to do.
"No. You don't. You get it." The youngest seemed to physically shrink. Sinking into the chair he widened his eyes and pouted again.
"Tempest..." The youngest knew warriors couldn't resist him like this. 'Puppy dog eyes...' Of course.
"Tempest...." Why was he the only one not immune to them? They didn't work on any of the others. Why in Hylias name did they work on him.
Sighing warriors eventually relented. Knowing he wouldn't get any work done if he kept saying no.
"What one do you want?" He sighed, giving the youngest a fond smile as he looked over to him.
"The spicy one!" Wind perked up immediately, a smile spreading across his faster than light.
"You want some nachos too?"
"No. But sour cream would be great. Thanks Warriors."
Rolling his eyes, warriors grabbed his Keys off the hook. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." He told himself as he stepped out of the apartment.
A quick one, but fun! Thanks again anon!
