Wassailia Cookies (Cedric x Reader)
Word Count: 2,800
Warnings: Very suggestive (what’s new? Lol), no sex but strongly implied, language, fluffy.
Plot: You’re gonna need to read it to find out 😉
Author’s note: hope there’s no errors. Sorry it took me so long to post again. Have been busy for the past few days packing for vacation. I’m happy to say there is a ‘by the ocean’ fic in the works, lol. Happy Holidays y’all!!
(and yes, the suggestive content is suggestive but there is no sex. Tbh, I’m a little scared about writing my first smut so I keep holding off. Eventually though, lol. I’ll mark where it gets weird with a 😊 and where it ends.)
Last thing, THANK YOU ALL MY NEW FOLLOWERS!!! I APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT!! AND TO ALL YOU WHO LIKE MY POSTS!! I’m glad y’all enjoy it
Wassailia Cookies
Reader pronouns: She/her
“Love, can you please get the door?” you called outside the tower.
You waited outside with two heavy, brown boxes crowding your view.
“It’s open.” He said, not sure that you could see.
“Thanks!”
Once you got inside, you placed them down on the nearest wooden table.
Your chest was heaving up and down, “Oh man, those were heavy.”
“What on earth are they?”
You smiled, trying to catch your breath. “Ingredients to bake Wassailia cookies.”
Cedric cocked his head. “Bake cookies?”
“Um, yeah,” you wondered what he didn’t understand. “I thought we could make some sugar ones together. If you want to?”
He still had a puzzled look on his face.
“Alright, that would be fun, but why not just conjure some?”
Your perplexed expression turned to utter shock.
“What fun is that? It’s a tradition to make cookies by hand during the holidays.” You explained with your ‘you should know this’ tone. “Didn’t you do this with your family?”
Cedric shook his head. “I never have. Growing up, mother always just conjured some, if we had any at all.”
“So,” you began, “did you guys have any family traditions for the holidays?”
“Well…no I guess not. My father was always” his expression sadden, “to busy to do things like that.”
You felt bad for him. Here the love of your life has never had any traditions over the holidays. You had just presumed he did. Not knowing what to say, you just stood in front of him.
“Well, why don’t we just make some traditions of our own?” you said, trying to cheer him up.
Cedric’s eyes met yours and gained back the familiar twinkle.
“Alright! Do you still want to bake?”
You grinned. “I’d love to!”
You picked up a box and Cedric picked up the other. The two of you started into the kitchen and set the stuff down on the counter.
Cedric put a hand on your back, and you shifted into him.
“Now, you must me patient with me, love. I am not much of a baker.”
You giggled. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
After standing there for a minute, you began taking ingredients out. You asked him to grab a few bowls and you brought out the mixer. You rummaged through a few papers and picked one out.
“Here, this is the recipe, if you want to get the wet ingredients out of the fridge and start putting them together that would be great.” You said, still looking into the box.
“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”
When you finally finished getting things organized you walked over to the mixer to find the beginnings of the dough already made.
“Oh, wow. Thanks, honey.” You were surprised by how fast he had gotten things combined.
A few minutes later, you put the dry in with the wet and began mixing it.
“It says not to overmix, so I think we better stop it, don’t you?” Cedric asked. You hadn’t even noticed it was on the verge of overmixing.
“Right!” you blurted out, running over to the mixer, and shutting it off. “Thank you.”
Cedric replied with a ‘uh huh’.
You put the dirty bowls and spoons into the soapy dish water and started to clean up when you saw Cedric steal a piece of dough from the bowl.
“Cedric! Don’t eat that! You’ll get poisoned!” You exclaimed, stomping over to scold him.
“No, I won’t.” He said, rolling his eyes.
“Yes, you will.” You snapped, snatching the bowl away from him and wrapping the dough into two separate balls.
“You’re just that worried about me, huh?” Cedric asked with a smug look on his face.
“Well, maybe so.” You said, walking over to your boyfriend.
Cedric was leaned up against the counter when you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed against him. You looked up and gave him a small kiss on the lips.
“You do know how much I love you, right?” You questioned, looking at his shimmering, cognac eyes.
Cedric’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
“I think so.”
After sharing another gentle kiss, Cedric and you walked into the living room and sat down.
You had your head on his shoulder and began thinking.
“You want some hot chocolate?”
“Yes, I’d like some.”
You got a tea pot and poured some warm water from the sink into it. The
Water dripped down slowly from the nozzle as it filled. The soft even sound of the liquid hitting the metal surface made your shoulders relax and put your ambiance at ease. You reached up, grabbed the glass handle, and pivoted your hand to shut off the water. Placing the pot down, you walked over to the blackened stove and flipped a burner on. The flame flickered and crackled as it rose above the center of the burner. A small line of smoke twisted as it floated up into the air. You placed the pot onto the burner carefully and opened the cupboard to the left to find the hot chocolate mixture.
While the packets you had bought from the store were fine, you always liked to add extra bits of chocolate to make the drink more potent. You got out the bags and a gold-wrapped bar of chocolate and set them aside. Next, you walked past the stove to the right and reached up to open the other dark, woodened cabinets. You found two glass mugs that were almost teacup shaped and added the packets to them.
Unfolding the golden wrapping from the chocolate, you dropped two squares into each mug, making sure they were about equal amounts. When you were done, you slowly wrapped up the chocolate again and put it back.
You began hearings a small, steaming sound from the pot. Then, a loud whistling came screaming out from the spout. You grabbed the teapot and started pouring the boiling water into the cups. Steam rose up and the water splashed, conforming to the shape of the mugs. After you had poured enough water in till it was about an inch from the top, you set the pot down and grabbed a spoon. You dipped the spoon down into the hot liquid. While you were stirring, you heard footsteps from behind.
The steps got closer until they were right behind you. The next thing you noticed were two arms gently wrapping around your waist. As you continued, the warm body pressed you up against the counter from behind.
Kissing the top of your head, Cedric began to speak.
“This is nice, isn’t it?”
“Yes, there is no place I’d rather be.” You replied, stiffening your back, and curling into him.
“Are you almost done? It’s boring without you.” He said, brushing his hand across your stomach, causing your middle to twitch.
“Almost.”
The spoon had moved onto the other cup and you were just about done. You tried scooching up to grab some marshmallows from the cupboard, but Cedric pushed against you harder to try to keep you in place.
“Honey,” you giggled, “I need to get the marshmallows.”
“No, you don’t,” he denied, nuzzling his nose into your hair, “stay here, who likes marshmallows anyway?”
You immediately stopped fighting.
“You don’t like marshmallows?” You asked, once again in shock of something he said.
“No, do you?”
“Oh course!” you cried. “How can you not?”
“Too sticky for me.”
“Cedric, you can’t have Wassailia spirit without marshmallows!” You said jokingly. You were giving full expressions with every word you said, but since you were stuck facing the cupboards between the counter and your boyfriend, it looked like you were talking to two cups of hot chocolate and a wall.
“Well, I think I will manage.” He laughed, letting you free to grab your beloved, squishy, white clumps of god know what.
After grabbing the package, you put a few into your mug and left them on the counter. Walking back to the living room, Cedric grabbed a book and sat down on the couch. You followed and plopped down. Snuggling next to him, you began to think about your relationship the past year.
The two of you had been together for 9 months now and it was beautiful.
You could not believe he asked you out that day. He was all you had waited for, and believe me, the first time you looked into those brown eyes was like the first time you had ever felt alive. It was almost like you were suffocating for years, and then suddenly, when he looked at you, you were able to breathe. Now, a few months later, you were sitting next to him, watching him read a book.
You couldn’t believe you were here, with him. Your whole life, the two of you had been separated by dimensions* and now he was yours. You looked down his body and noticed the wrinkles in the dark robe he was wearing. You observed the crinkles of his gloves as he licked a finger and flicked a page of his book to the other side. You laid down across his lap and felt the warmth radiate off his body. Yes, this was truly happiness.
You looked up at your boyfriend as he kept reading. You began tracing your finger along his jaw and kissed up his chest. You wrapped your arm around his waist, curled your legs up next to him, and nuzzled his stomach.
“Excuse me, what in the world are you doing down there?” Cedric asked, lifting his hands so he could see you.
You gave a little smile up at him.
“Nothing, just begging for your attention.”
😊“Oh really? And why are you doing that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I love you.” You began, sliding your hand up his shoulders. “I think you’re handsome, and kind, and sweet, and beautiful,” you paused, “and I’d really appreciate it if you’d kiss me.”
Cedric’s lips curled up and he leaned over and quickly set his book down on the side table. You wrapped your legs around his waist, guided your arms around his neck, and leaned up into him.
Settling down onto his lap carefully, you noticed how turned on he was. You tried to hold back a sigh and looked up at him; his face was beginning to turn red.
“Well, I didn’t know you were enjoying this so much.” You tease, slightly bucking your hips.
Cedric let out a small whimper.
“Yes, but I-I didn’t expect you to get close enough to notice.” He answered, shifting his gaze to the side.
You began running your hands through his thick, raven black hair and smiled. You knew you had him. Kissing his cheek, you traced a figure around his ear.
“God, have I ever told you how lucky I am?” You asked, your lips still inches from his. “First, I get a job as a nurse in the castle, then I get to go out with the guy of my dreams. Next thing I know, I’m sitting on his lap waiting for Wassailia cookies.”
Cedric gave another noise in response and tried kissing you, but you shifted away from him and gave a grin.
“I never believed in my wildest dreams that I’d end up with you. You’re my everything, my world, and I wouldn’t change any part of it. My life is complete with you, Cedric.” You began kissing down his cheek to his neck. “I’d do anything for you.”
“Anything?” He asked with a flirty look.
You smiled.
“Anything.”
Cedric chuckled. “I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t believe you feel that way about me. You truly are the best thing that’s ever happened.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours.
Your expression softened even more, and your heart began to melt. In the mists of this, you still noticed he was hard. Cedric was not like most and his emotions were very connected to his desires, and you knew that. You also knew he was probably dying to kiss you but was holding back to continue the moment. While you could’ve given in and kissed him, you decided to play a little game and see what he’d do.
He moved your face towards his and leaned in to kiss you. You tried pulling back again to tease but he didn’t let you.
“Oh no you don’t, I’m not falling for that again.” He said, recalling an older event (not today).
“Mm.”
Instead of kissing you though, he just looked into your eyes. The moment lasted a little longer than you had expected, and you began getting impatient.
“Oh, Cedric,” You sighed, shifting in slowly. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”
He blushed once again and smiled. You could tell he was trying hard to hold back, in case you were truly just trying to be sweet.
You traced along his jaw again and brushed your fingers lightly along his neck, running your hands down his chest. Moving your arms back up around his shoulders, you adjusted slightly and then began a slow bucking motion across his lap.
That was the breaking point for him. You felt his hands firmly grasp the sides of your face and his lips crashed into yours and he began bucking back up against you. You let out a sharp breath and moaned as things began heating up. His hips hit harder and harder the longer you went on. You felt your legs begin to shake. As much as making out was fun, it wasn’t giving you enough.
“Cedric!” you almost shouted in between kisses. “Please, please just fuck me!”
The next thing you knew, he was on top of you, pawing at your shirt.
“Can I?” he asked for consent.
“Oh god, YES! Please, just hurry up!” You gasped, struggling to untie his robe. 😊
Awhile later, you fixed your clothes and hair, and made your way back to the kitchen with your boyfriend attached to your side. You opened the fridge to check on the dough.
“I think it’s done.” You said softly, wiping sweat from your forehead with a napkin.
You grabbed the two round discs and set them on the counter. After, you wandered over to get some flour and sprinkled it down along the surface. Unwrapping the plastic, you placed the dough down and started rolling it out.
You had the side of your body pressed against Cedric as you continued. Every time you’d fix the sheet of cookie dough, he would kiss your cheek. You loved this so much.
Once the dough was in a thin layer, you grabbed a cutout and flowered it.
“If you wanna start cutting out shapes you can.”
Cedric nodded and grabbed a star shape.
Within a few minutes, the two of you were done and had cut out both entire sheets. Cedric seemed to particularly like the snowman shaped cutout.
Cedric opened the oven carefully and set the timer for 14 minutes.
Cedric heard the oven go off and opened the door.
He took out his wand and gave it a light flick. The silver sheet came slowly out of the oven and floated its way over to the counter. Smiling, you got out a spatula and gently began lifting each cookie off the pan. They bent to the spatula as you scooted the thin end under. After each cookie was securely balanced, you would slowly move to the other counter and flatten the edge to it. Then, you’d begin to lift the cookie in a slight angle to slide them onto the surface. You repeated this motion until the very last cookie.
You looked at the star shaped, tan, sugary treat and, instead of placing it with the rest, you cut it in half. You grabbed a piece and handed it to Cedric.
“Here, try some handmade cookies.”
He took it from you and took a bite. He seemed to like it.
“Good?” you asked.
“Very good.” He answered, piling the rest of it in his mouth.
You decided to give him your half and started making some royal icing. You colored it red, yellow, green, white, and black.
“Alright, I got some bags out and made icing, now we just have to decorate!”
Cedric grabbed a chair and sat down next to the table. You sat down on his lap and grabbed a cookie.
The two of you began frosting the cookies (stealing a bit of icing in between) and decorated them. You liked doing small designs with the icing while cedric just liked to flood the whole thing. After a few hours, you had finished the two dozen cookies and set them onto a few plates.
“Thank you, Cedric.” You kissed his cheek.
“Thank you, y/n, for letting us share this experience together. There marks the first year of traditions for me. Now, how about we take a few of those cookies and go sit by the fire?”
“That sounds great!”
You headed out with a plate full of cookies to the fire and smiled looking at the Wassailia tree proudly standing in the corner with ornaments and tinsel.
“Merry Wassailia, Cedric.”
“Merry Wassailia, Love.”
