#special breakfast

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Comfyvember 3

Story: Buddy Daddies Prompts: Special breakfast — Spoon feeding — Forehead kiss

Kazuki opened bleary eyes as the dark peace of his room was shattered by the door creaking open and a loud whisper asking, “Papa, are you asleep?”

“Mmgghph,” was the only sound Kazuki managed before breaking into a horrible coughing fit that shook him from head to toe. Struggling to sit up and stifle the cough, Kazuki squinted over at the door. Had the hall light always been that blindingly bright? He barely made out the silhouette of Rei standing in the doorway, holding a tray or something.

The patter of socked feet across the floor, then the lamp next to the bed clicked on, stabbing more light into Kazuki's head. He turned away to blow his nose, and after blowing out what felt like half of his brain into the tissue, he felt slightly more capable of facing the light again.

Miserable as he felt, he couldn't suppress a small smile when he looked down and found Miri standing at his bedside, looking up at him with round eyes sparkling with excitement. “Kazuki Papa, we made you a special breakfast! It's gonna make you get better reeeeeeaaaaal soon!”

“You made me breakfast?” Kazuki quirked an eyebrow at Rei, who was carefully setting down a tray with a bowl of something steaming hot on the desk. “You made it yourself?”

Rei shot him a withering look as he gathered up the bowl and spoon. “You know me better than that. It's instant miso soup. It was in the pantry.”

“Ah.” Kazuki glanced at Miri, who was batting at Rei's hand that held the spoon, trying to take it from him. “Well, I'm sure it tastes just as good.”

“Miri wants to feed Kazuki Papa!” Miri finally managed to snatch the spoon, and Rei had to focus on keeping the soup from spilling.

“I can feed myself...” Kazuki said feebly, but it was no use. Once Miri got an idea in her head, she was like a dog with a bone, and it was usually easier to just go along with her plans.

So in the end, Rei perched on the side of the bed, holding the bowl steady, while Kazuki leaned over awkwardly and let Miri clumsily spoon soup into his mouth, coaxing him to 'say ahhh!' and dribbling more soup into his lap than ended up in his mouth.

“Kazuki Papa, you made a mess!” Miri laughed when they finally finished.

“Yeah, yeah....” Kazuki wiped his sleeve under his chin, carefully folding the corner of his blanket down so he wouldn't be lying in the rapidly cooling puddle of soup.

Rei gathered up the bowl, spoon, and tray and headed for the door again. “Come on, Miri. He needs to sleep now so he can get better.” So he can start cooking again, was what he didn't say, but Kazuki could see it in the reluctant glance he cast over his shoulder. Kazuki didn't want to think about the state of the kitchen right now. Probably full of pizza boxes and all his good pots burned black on the bottom.

“Okay.” But instead of leaving, Miri tugged on Kazuki's sleeve until he bent down again. Then, standing on tiptoe, she planted a loud kiss on his forehead. “Did my kiss make you feel lots better, Papa?”

“It sure did,” Kazuki said, patting her on the head. He could hear echoes of the times she'd fallen and skinned her knee, and he'd patched her up with a kiss.

Then Miri spun on her heel and declared, “Now you kiss him, Rei Papa!”

“Er....” Rei glanced furtively between the two of them, a deer caught in the headlights.

But Miri was insistent. “Come on, Rei Papa! You gotta kiss him so he gets better even faster!”

“But...I don't....” Rei set down the tray again. He peeked out between long strands of his dark hair. “I've never...kissed....”

No, you wouldn't have, would you? If Rei had fallen and skinned his knee as a kid, his father probably would have chastised him for not being perfect, or punished him for crying at the pain. There would have been no brightly colored bandages or kissing of boo-boos. And Kazuki didn't think he'd ever seen Rei kiss Miri either.

Not one to be deterred by something as minor as this, Miri said brightly, “Don't worry, Rei Papa! I'll teach you!”

Grabbing his hand by the pinkie, Miri dragged Rei over to the bed again. “See, you just go like this!”

While Miri puckered up her lips and made loud mwa! sounds, Kazuki's stifled laughter turned into another long coughing fit. By the time he finally surfaced from his tissues again, it seemed Miri's kissing lesson was finished.

“Are you ready?” Rei scowled at the wall, refusing to look Kazuki in the eye.

“Yeah.” Kazuki wanted to make some kind of quip, but he was out of breath, and his mind was fogging over again with the fever anyway. So he just lay down on the pillow, feeling his eyelids beginning to droop.

The deadly assassin bent down swiftly, blocking out the light. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, just a soft, warm pressure against Kazuki's forehead. “Get well soon,” he whispered.

Like the reverse of Sleeping Beauty, Kazuki was out like a light.

[bonaxie]

Come what may (Comfy-vember Day 3)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Honestly, Obi-Wan should have expected it. It hadn't even been 3 years since Anakin had become his Padawan, and yet the boy had ended up in Halls of Healing after injuring himself more times than was reasonable.

When Obi-Wan entered in his room in the Halls of Healing, Anakin was waiting for him, sitting sulkily on his bed with both arms in casts. On the right, the cast stretched from the middle of the hand to just above the elbow. And on the left, it stopped below the elbow but still immobilized the wrist.

"What have you done now, my young Padawan?" Obi-Wan asked, masking his amused smile with a desperate sigh.

"It wasn't my fault!" The 11-year-old immediately defended himself.

"I never said it was." Obi-Wan calmed him as he came to sit beside his bed. "I'd just like to know what happened."

"Yeah, so you can punish me." Anakin muttered.

The boy said this sulkily, but Obi-Wan knew it was genuine fear on his Padawan's part.

"I won't punish you if you haven't done anything wrong, Anakin. And if you have done something, you'll simply have more hours of meditation to reflect on your actions. I'm not going to lock you up, I'm not going to deprive you of food or water, and I'm not going to hit you."

Saying these words always gripped Obi-Wan's heart, but unfortunately he knew that growing up as a slave left its mark. And that Anakin needed these reassurances regularly.

The boy didn't respond immediately, fidgeting a little and fiddling with a thread protruding from the blanket, before wincing in pain when he tried to move his left wrist too much. Obi-Wan said nothing, giving him time to organize his thoughts.

"You're not going to be mad?" He asked in a small voice.

"No." Obi-Wan promised.

Anakin finally sighed before launching into his story. "With another Padawan, we were out of the Temple and a speeder passed too close to us so I pushed them out of the way but fell instead. And here we are." Anakin nodded, pointing to his plastered arms.

"There you are." Obi-Wan repeated. "You simply fell from your height and fractured both your arms?" He asked, doubtful.

So, yes, a bad fall was bound to happen, but Obi-Wan was getting to know Anakin pretty well, and he knew it would take more than a fall from his height to break both his arms.

Anakin mumbled something Obi-Wan didn't understand. "Hm? I didn't hear that, Padawan."

"I fell two stories." Anakin repeated barely louder. "I tried to catch myself with the Force like you taught me, but I didn't quite make it."

Obi-Wan felt his stomach loop. Anakin had fallen 2 stories?!

"Okay. And other than your arms, did you hurt yourself anywhere else?"

Anakin shook his head. "I had my arms out front." He justified himself.

Obi-Wan nodded and took a moment to deal with the flash of fear that had passed through him when he'd learned that Anakin had fallen 2 floors. Then more questions came to him. "Why were you outside the Temple when you should have been in mechanics class?"

"A- My friend promised to take me to the market. Besides, I already know how to do everything we do in mechanics class. I can build a droid mouse with my eyes closed!"

"I know you're very good at mechanics, but that doesn't give you the right not to go to class. But since it's your first time, I won't say anything more. I would, however, like to know how you managed to get out of the Temple without getting caught."

"They know lots of hidden passages. And the location of the Guards."

"And may I know the identity of your fellow excursionist?"

"I don't want to get them in trouble." Anakin muttered.

"No one's going to get in trouble Anakin. I just want to make sure they’re okay. From what you've told me, they could have been hurt too, and I want to make sure their Master knows they might be hurt."

"They’re not hurt, I asked them before they called for backup."

"Backup?" Obi-Wan repeated. "How did you get back to the Temple? Didn't you call the Guards?"

"No." Anakin replied in a small voice, fidgeting on the spot.

"Then who did you call and how did you get in here?" Obi-Wan insisted.

Anakin didn't answer immediately, and just as he opened his mouth to reply, the door flew open.

"Ani! I hope you’re okay, I've already-" The new person stopped abruptly as he noticed that the Padawan wasn't alone in the room. "Oh hey, Obi, funny seeing you here. What are you doing here?"

"Quinlan." Obi-Wan simply said in a calm voice, staring at his best friend. "May I ask what you are doing here?"

"Oh, well I- I heard Anakin was hurt so I- And then as I was- " The Kiffar stammered.

Obi-Wan realized at that moment what had probably happened. But he didn't want to say it directly, so he chose to have a little fun. "I hope Aayla wasn't hurt in the accident." He said casually.

"Oh, she grated her hand a little but nothing serious, tomorrow there'll be nothing left."

"And how did she get hurt?"

Quinlan paused at this point, realizing what had just happened. "Oops, you weren't supposed to know about that," the Kiffar said. “I think I'm going to run very far very fast." He added, turning around.

But before he could reach the door, Obi-Wan grabbed his ear, taking care to use one side of his tunic to keep from touching his friend's bare skin, preventing him from moving.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, that hurts Obi."

"That's your punishment for showing Shadow's secret passages to your Padawan, who then shows them to my Padawan." Said the younger Jedi. "And I'll let you off the hook this time only because you brought them back to the Temple after Anakin's fall. But next time you know our Padawans are going to try to sneak out of the Temple, follow them and stop them from getting hurt. I don't want to find my Padawan with both arms in cast every week." Obi-Wan said, never letting go of Quinlan's ear, who was bent double by the force his friend was exerting on his ear.

"Okay, okay, I won't do it again or I'll go with them. But go easy on the ear Obi, I need it quite a bit, please. I'm sorry, I won't do it again, sorry?"

Obi-Wan sighed, but eventually released his friend, who straightened, massaging his ear. "Get out, I don't want to see you. And say hello to Aayla for me."

"I promise! Kisses Ani!" Quinlan exclaimed as he hastily left the room.

As for Anakin, he had remained silent throughout the discussion between the two Jedi Masters, amused as always by their banter. But when his Master's gaze returned to him, Anakin immediately lost his little smile.

Obi-Wan said nothing for a moment before sighing. "I'm not going to say anything more about it. If Quinlan was involved, you're not responsible.”

"Aayla won't have any problems?"

"Not from me. If Quinlan wants to discuss with her what happened today, he can, but I won't interfere."

"And... I'm not going to get in trouble for getting out of the Temple?"

"I think these casts will teach you a lesson. Do you know how long you have to keep them on?"

"Master Che said a week."

"I see. Well in that case let's go home, you'll be better off there than here."

"I can?"

"Unless you want to spend the next week stuck in the Halls of Healing." Obi-Wan joked.

"No!" Anakin exclaimed as he jumped to his feet, wincing and wobbling as the pain in his arms reasserted itself.

Luckily, Obi-Wan had somewhat expected this and was able to stabilize him quickly by putting an arm around his shoulders. "Take it easy, Padawan. Even if your wounds aren't too bad, they're still painful."

"Yes, Master."

Obi-Wan guided Anakin to the exit of the Temple's Halls of Healing and then to their apartment, always keeping one hand behind his back. And even though Anakin tried to act tough and grit his teeth, Obi-Wan could see that it hurt him to walk.

So at one point, about halfway down the path, Obi-Wan stopped and, under Anakin's questioning eye, removed his cloak before bending down in front of Anakin, offering him his back.

"Obi?" Anakin asked, confused.

"Hop in, I can see walking's hurting you, and you're exhausted." Obi-Wan said simply, looking at his Padawan over his shoulder.

Anakin hesitated for a moment and then, without making a sound, approached Obi-Wan's back and put his arms around Obi-Wan's neck, moving gently so as not to hurt himself even more. When he was settled, Obi-Wan put his arms under his Padawan's knees, securing him on his back, and gently stood up. He then used the Force to float his cloak over Anakin's back, enveloping them both in the warmth of the garment.

Once settled, Obi-Wan set off again.

And less than 2 minutes later, Anakin was fast asleep, his face pressed against Obi-Wan's shoulder, and he could feel his Padawan's steady, warm breath on his neck with every breath.

Obi-Wan quickly arrived at their apartment and, giving the late hour, decided to put Anakin straight to bed. They would have time to talk more the next day, if necessary. The young Knight would have liked Anakin to eat something before going to bed, as the boy was still underweight, but he preferred to let him sleep.

Obi-Wan then gently placed Anakin in his bed, before removing his boots and belt to make him more comfortable for sleeping. Once this was done, Obi-Wan raised his Padawan's plastered arms with pillows before pulling the covers up to his protégé's chin. Anakin didn't move a muscle during the whole maneuver.

Obi-Wan smiled tenderly and tucked back a wild lock of hair that had fallen into Anakin's eyes, freeing his Padawan braid from behind his shoulder. Unable to resist, Obi-Wan leaned over and placed a light kiss on his forehead before straightening up and leaving the room, leaving the door ajar so he could hear his Padawan if he needed him.

Obi-Wan then moved into the living room and worked a little before eating something quickly and going to bed, not forgetting to check on Anakin. All was well, and the young boy was fast asleep.

The young Knight slept with one eye open that night, waking at the slightest sound, ready to get up if his Padawan needed him in any way. Fortunately, the night passed without incident for Anakin, and Obi-Wan rose at around 6 a.m., as he did every day.

As he did every day, he began his day with a meditation session and then tackled the day's chores, such as watering the plants that adorned the apartment, sorting dirty clothes to send to the cleaners, or doing a bit of light housework.

Normally, he woke Anakin around 7 a.m. so that he could go to class at 8 a.m., but he decided to give his Padawan a day or two's rest before he had to return to class. So he sent messages to his teachers, who replied that they had already been notified by the Halls of Healing and that Anakin wasn't expected back in class until the following week, 5 days from now.

Obi-Wan smiled and let Anakin sleep as much as he wanted, keeping himself busy by reading while waiting for him to wake up.

Then finally, around 8:30... " Obi-Wan?" came a sleepy voice from the bedroom.

Obi-Wan immediately put down his datapad and stood up, heading for Anakin's room. He gently opened the door and saw that his Padawan was indeed awake, but barely. His eyes were still half closed and his hair was in all directions.

"Good morning Padawan, did you sleep well?" Obi-Wan asked as he came to sit on Anakin's bed, putting a lock of his hair back into place.

"Hmm. What time is it?" Anakin inquired, squirming a little in his bed.

"8h30. But don't worry, I've notified your teachers and you're not going to class today, or until next week."

Anakin, who had started to panic at his Master's reply, quickly relaxed. He didn't like skipping classes, but he really didn't feel good enough to go to one at the moment.

"Would you like to get up?" Obi-Wan offered.

Anakin nodded and straightened up in bed with a little help from Obi-Wan, who then handed him a glass of water with a straw so he could drink without risking dropping the glass.

"Do you want to go to the ‘fresher before you eat?"

Anakin nodded again.

"Okay. And what do you want to eat?"

Anakin didn't reply verbally to this, but lowered his eyes a little, twisting his fingers as best he could. Obi-Wan quickly understood and smiled, "I'll do that. You call me if you need me." The Jedi said, before leaving the boy's room and heading for their small kitchen.

He immediately took out all the ingredients needed to prepare a special breakfast: scrambled eggs with sugar, sprinkled with a little chocolate, and a slice of toast with butter. These particular eggs were Anakin's favorite breakfast because they were the first thing Obi-Wan had cooked for him when he arrived at the Jedi Temple. Obi-Wan had originally intended to make normal scrambled eggs, but that morning when he prepared Anakin's breakfast, he hadn't slept for 3 days and was still extremely troubled by his Master's death, and had confused salt and sugar, sweetening the beaten eggs before putting them in the frying pan. When he realized this, he had almost burst into tears again, but Anakin had reassured him by saying that he didn't know scrambled eggs anyway, so it could only be good. This admission that, at 9 years old, Anakin didn't know scrambled eggs almost made Obi-Wan cry again, but he restrained himself, letting the young boy try the eggs, without much conviction. But to his surprise, Anakin had loved it, and it was now his favorite breakfast, the one he asked for when things weren't going so well.

Since then, Anakin had tried normal salted scrambled eggs, but he always preferred sweet eggs, to the surprise of many. But Obi-Wan never shied away from making his Padawan sweet eggs, even adding chocolate and the occasional piece of fruit on top.

Obi-Wan was about to put the eggs in the frying pan when Anakin called to him from the ‘fresher. Deciding that the eggs could wait, Obi-Wan cut the fire under the frying pan and went to join his Padawan, whom he found in front of the sink.

His tunics and leggings were a little askew but nothing dramatic.

"Do you need help, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked, approaching him.

"Can you help me wash my hands? I don't want to get the casts wet, but I don't know how."

True, it was something Obi-Wan hadn't thought of until now. But he quickly came up with a solution. "I'll use a wet washcloth with soap to wash your fingers without touching the cast and I'll rinse by doing the same thing. And then you can dry your hands normally, does that sound good?"

Anakin nodded, so Obi-Wan grabbed a washcloth and gently washed his Padawan's hands, taking care not to wet the casts.

"Come on, let's eat. The eggs are ready to be cooked."

Anakin nodded and his stomach rumbled, making the boy blush. Obi-Wan just laughed and let Anakin settle at the table, helping him to pull the chair closer so he wouldn't hurt his arms, before heading for the kitchen.

A short silence settled over the apartment, but Obi-Wan didn't let it last too long. "By the way, did you make it all the way to the market yesterday with Aayla or not?"

"Oh yes! It was great, nothing like the Tatooine market! There were loads of people, and so many things to buy. And lots of things to eat and drink too, I've never seen so many different waters!" The young boy exclaimed. "But we didn't have any money, so we couldn't buy anything."

Obi-Wan smiled and put the eggs on two separate plates, bringing them to the table before bringing out two glasses and a bottle of orange juice, not forgetting to take a straw for Anakin.

"Well if you want, we can go back this afternoon or tomorrow, since you don't have any classes and we can't really train."

"Really?" Anakin asked, his eyes wide and hopeful.

"Sure. This time we'll take a speeder and you'll stay with me, but I don't see why we can't go."

"So cool, thanks Obi!" Anakin exclaimed happily as he went to grab his fork to start eating.

However, with his cast, he couldn't close his fingers enough to catch his fork, and it fell back onto the table. Anakin frowned and tried again, with no more success than the first time.

Seeing his frustration, Obi-Wan put down his own fork. "Problem, Padawan?" he asked.

"My fork won't stay in my hand." Anakin muttered, trying a third time. But the fork wouldn't hold, and Anakin gave up, frustrated.

"How about if I help you?" Obi-Wan offered.

"How?" Anakin asked, sulking.

"Well, after we've eaten, we can go to the kitchens to see if they've got any big-handled cutlery to lend us so it's more convenient for you, but in the meantime I can feed you."

"You're not going to spoon-feed me! I'm 11, I'm not a baby!" Anakin protested.

"I know you're not a baby, but there's no shame in accepting help when you need it, Anakin. I'm not going to think any less of you, and I'm not going to make fun of you, I promise. I just want to help you eat." Obi-Wan reassured.

Anakin hesitated a moment longer, but finally nodded slowly, seeming hesitant all the same. Obi-Wan thanked him with a smile and, having pulled his chair closer, grabbed Anakin's fork and filled it, bringing it to his Padawan's mouth.

Breakfast went well, and when they had finished, Obi-Wan cleaned up and left the dishes in the sink, deciding to do them later. He then washed Anakin's hands and face, and helped him change, before they both left their apartment, first to go to the kitchens to find suitable cutlery for Anakin, and then Obi-Wan planned to take his Padawan to Dex's, and go to the market in the afternoon.

Walking along the Temple corridors, one hand on Anakin's back as he walked beside him with both arms in cast, Obi-Wan wondered if Anakin would hurt himself like this again in the future. He quickly decided that it was likely, but that it wasn't a big deal. Whatever state his Padawan ended up in, Obi-Wan would be there to help him, so all was well.

Come what may, they'll be together.

@comfy-vember

[fan-fangirl-world]

How to start a healthy week with a healthy breakfast by Leon Kennedy

Post related to Leon Kennedy cereal chart

At least in this one it’s not only alcohol, it has milk

[bryan360]

Just made my breakfast sandwich today when we ran out of milk and luckily get a glazed donut just for sweets.

[former-tavern-bendy-blog]

Weekend Special Breakfast Menu

suggested by @ask-bendy-theanxiousdork //Thank you so much!///

​//I wasn’t sure if I should make this an ask meme of not. Actually I wasn’t exactly sure what to do for this, so. If you want it to be a ask meme please let me know. thank you//

Special Breakfast Options:

Strawberry Cream Cheese French Toast

Nutella Crepes

Ice Cream Sunday Waffles.

Carmel Apple Pancakes

Bendy the Demon Pancakes //Instead of mickey mouse? ehhh? sorry//

German Omelets with Bacon

Eggs Benedict

//I’m going to add more later I promise///

[fletcherwilbury]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@comfy-vember 2024: Day 3 - Special Breakfast + Forehead Kiss

Warning for Overexertion, nausea, heat intolerance, sensory overload

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