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Clione sighed as he waited for his chamomile tea to cool down. He’d had a headache all morning, and his mother’s increasingly louder croaks weren’t helping.

He let his head fall on the kitchen table with a loud thump! and closed his eyes with a whine. Maybe he should have stayed in bed that morning, after all…

There had to be a potion he could make that would rid him of menstruation forever. Though, preferably, he would figure out a true transformation potion that would fix not only this problem, but all the things he disliked about his current body…

He lifted his head to take a sip of tea, humming as the bittersweet taste filled his mouth. For a moment, there was peace.

Then the wards started screaming.

Clione jumped from the chair with haste, the teacup getting dangerously thrown onto the table and almost spilling its contents all over it.

Something had grasped at the dimensional wards his mother had placed upon the cottage and the pocket dimension they hid in had been unfolded without his permission.

The alarms blaring inside his mind became more distraught with each passing second, as if even the cottage itself was scared of this intruder.

The boy took a hesitant breath as he picked up his mother, a panicked look in her eyes, and turned to the door. Whatever -whoever- was out there already knew about the cottage, so there was no point in hiding from the situation.

Clione truly wished he knew how to cast magic, at that moment. It was hard not to feel helpless.

As he took a reluctant step towards the front door, he was startled to hear knocking, of all things.

Another breath. Maybe, just maybe, this person didn’t have any bad intentions, and he was being unfair towards them…

A trembling hand opened the door, and Clione forced himself to exhale the air in his lungs.

“...Hello?”

#zahraalgernon #Following the Recipe (IC)#On The Menu (Queue)

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Clione was walking through the surroundings of the cottage, book in hand, looking for a particular fallen tree trunk that he liked to sit against while reading. The tree had fallen a few years ago, when his mother had been stressed and decided to let out some steam in the form of lightning during a raging storm. Clione had been terrified of her at the time, the smoldering wood akin to an unspoken threat in his mind, but with time he’d taken to the quiet patch of the forest his mother had long forgotten.

Relaxing as he sat on the ground, he opened the book and started reading. It was nice, he thought, to be able to have a peaceful moment without worry like this. Back when his mother had still been a human witch, he’d always been too worried about her catching him outside the cottage without her permission to truly be able to loosen up.

The sound of rummaging brought him out of his musings, and he turned his head to find a girl delving into some nearby bushes.

“...?” Maybe he should get up and go back to the cottage, after all… He wouldn’t want to disturb her, with how busy she seemed.

#postmortemlullabies #Following the Recipe (IC)#Pocket Frog (Witch!Clione Verse)#On The Menu (Queue)

Because it would be very dumb to have a gas-fueled kitchen in a submarine, and because real life submarines always have electric kitchens (because it’d be very dumb to do otherwise), I’m just here to say that all culinary equipment in the Polar Tang is 100% electric.

#On The Menu (Queue)#Kitchen Experiments (Headcanons)#//i took this for granted until now but wanted to put it in writing just in case #:squints:#if you want to burn clione for thread purposes then he can just stupidly place his hand on an active stove #but ffs lets not have an actual fire burning precious oxygen in a submerged submarine please #not to mention i'm not sure the water pressure wouldn't affect gas pipes (if there were any) and oh boy #oh boy #do not do that to my tangy #does anyone care about whether the kitchen is electric or not other than me?#most likely no #but i'm here to voice my opinions anyway

Part of the reason why Clione gets so excited about rare ingredients is because he was never allowed to use the more rare/special/expensive ones back when he was younger. Cooking used to be his only escape from his mother’s torment, the only time where she’d seem the slightest bit amicable and even somewhat interested in his existence, but it wasn’t enough for her to view him as valuable enough to ‘waste’ precious ingredients on him. There is, of course, the possibility that she might have one day considered him good enough if he had stayed with her instead of leaving, but Clione can only wonder about that. (And he does. A lot more than he should).

As a child Clione would spend his free time reading recipe books, learning about the cultural cuisines of different regions and the foods that were common there, most of which he’d never seen before. He’d hear from his mother about the special supplies she’d have delivered to her restaurant, and sometimes he’d even get the impression that she would purposely brag in front of him to make him bitter, when in fact he was simply absorbing the information she was providing him.

Once he joins the Hearts, Clione finds himself suddenly able to access a much wider cooking repertoire than he used to. He has his Captain’s full permission to explore as many culinary corners as he wishes, no set of rules to follow in the kitchen other than his own, no one to restrict him. While this freedom was definitely overwhelming and lowkey scary for him at first, over time it became the fuel of his passion. If it weren’t for being a Heart pirate, Clione would have never been able to love cooking as wholeheartedly as he does now.

#Kitchen Experiments (Headcanons)#On The Menu (Queue)#//found this old hc in my drafts. Still liked it so putting it out there

@ikkaku-of-heart continued from here

“I’d like to think no matter how bad you might fuck it up, Captain can always fix it…” Clione muttered distractedly, as if in a daze, with none of the usual bark in his tone.

Having someone other than Captain see and treat his hands felt… well. He wasn’t sure how to describe it.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Ikkaku —quite the contrary, actually, or else he wouldn’t have allowed her to get this close to his hands in the first place— but it was still an… uncomfortable feeling. Like she’d seen something he wasn’t quite ready for her to know, and now he wasn’t sure how to proceed.

Weakness?

…

Vulnerable. He felt vulnerable.

That was the word.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, he knew. Everyone in the crew had scars, and it was a completely normal thing for pirates to have. There was nothing for him to be nervous about.

Except it was probably pretty obvious these weren’t fighting scars.

The memories snuck into his mind, unwelcome, of the times when he’d been younger, weaker and alone. Even the silence of the kitchen seemed to remind him of those days, painfully similar to the silence his childhood house had always held.

Back then, mistakes like cutting his own hand while mincing vegetables and getting his stupid blood all over the food would have earned him a new scar, instead of gentle bandaging and a caring scolding.

He couldn’t repress a flinch when she kissed his scar-ridden hand. It was unexpected enough for him to be momentarily distracted, a crease growing between his eyebrows.

“I don’t need a stupid kiss, Ikkaku,” he grumbled quietly, his cheeks tinted red with embarrassment. Sometimes it felt like the engineer really saw him as a kid… “It was just a small cut. I didn’t lose a limb.”

The hair ruffling felt oddly comforting, helping him ground himself in the kitchen once again. He was with his trusted crewmate, in the ship he knew to be home, surrounded by the crew who were the closest thing he had to a real family. There was nothing to be scared about, here. He was safe.

Seeing her stand up, however, brought up a less unusual reaction out of him.

“Hey! I can still cook!”

#Following the Recipe (IC)#On The Menu (Queue)#ikkaku-of-heart #//you've probably forgotten about this starter but it was so so sweet and i loved it so much #that i couldn't get it out of my head #so here's a reply #but there's no need to keep the thread going if you don't want to #just had to get this out of my system #<3