FAKE Double Drabble: Singed
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badly_knittedTitle: Singed
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee has done something stupid.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Burn’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
“I told you the tray was hot,” Ryo reminded his lover.
“I know,” Dee said through gritted teeth, holding his hand under cold water that was almost more painful now than the burn. “Just didn’t think it would be THAT hot!”
“I just took it out of the oven!” It wasn’t as if this was the first time Dee had been there while Ryo was baking. He should have known by now that anything that had recently been in the oven would be hot enough to burn hands as well as mouths.
“Fine, I’m an idiot. Happy now?”
“Of course not! You burned yourself!” It was a miracle Dee hadn’t dropped the tray of freshly baked cookies on the floor. Ryo had left them on the stovetop while he answered the phone.
“I was tryin’ to be helpful, put ‘em on the coolin’ racks for you. Looked like you were busy with your phone call.”
“And I suppose you had no intention of sampling the cookies while you were… helping?”
I would’a had to do a spot of quality control. Gotta make sure they’re up to your usual standards.”
“And instead, all you got for your troubles were singed fingers.
The End
“I know,” Dee said through gritted teeth, holding his hand under cold water that was almost more painful now than the burn. “Just didn’t think it would be THAT hot!”
“I just took it out of the oven!” It wasn’t as if this was the first time Dee had been there while Ryo was baking. He should have known by now that anything that had recently been in the oven would be hot enough to burn hands as well as mouths.
“Fine, I’m an idiot. Happy now?”
“Of course not! You burned yourself!” It was a miracle Dee hadn’t dropped the tray of freshly baked cookies on the floor. Ryo had left them on the stovetop while he answered the phone.
“I was tryin’ to be helpful, put ‘em on the coolin’ racks for you. Looked like you were busy with your phone call.”
“And I suppose you had no intention of sampling the cookies while you were… helping?”
I would’a had to do a spot of quality control. Gotta make sure they’re up to your usual standards.”
“And instead, all you got for your troubles were singed fingers.
The End
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Date: 2026-04-14 10:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-04-14 10:50 pm (UTC)Thank you!