BONUS ROUND 3 - GENRE FICTION

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FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM

[skatergard]

Ship: Edelgard/Byleth (Fire Emblem Three Houses)
Words: 534
Summary: Was cooking always this complicated?

Well then, Edelgard thought to herself, I suppose some things truly never do change.

She sighed as she set the still frozen meal onto the countertop before pinching the bridge of her nose. Centuries from her initial time of death, and she was still awful at cooking.

Edelgard was tempted to snap her fingers and light a small fire spell, but the last time she had tried to do that alarms had started to ring out and everyone was forced out of the building. Byleth had laughed as they stood out in the rain to wait for the fire department, but it didn’t lessen her own embarrassment.

Instead, she turned her attention to the stove. Yes, she could probably find a way to still make breakfast for Byleth before she awoke. Which button did she need to press again? Or was it a switch…?

It took her much longer than needed to light the stove.

Edelgard cracked probably too many eggs than needed and watched as they sizzled in the pan. Cooking was almost worse than taking a blade on the battlefield. She wished she had an ax or sword to speed the process along. The former Adrestian emperor almost preferred the battlefield, minus the constant threat of death.

Of course, if she burned down the kitchen then preparing breakfast may prove to be just as deadly.

Soft footfalls sounded behind her and she felt a familiar warmth wrap itself around her. Byleth rested her chin against her shoulder with her arms secured firmly around her waist.

“Smells good,” Byleth mumbled as she fought off a yawn. Her eyes darted to the still frozen block of ice on the countertop but she didn’t say anything.

The smoke began to darken as it rolled off of the pan and Edelgard decided it was time to transfer the eggs to a plate.

“I swear, I am not trying to start a fire this time,” Edelgard told her and felt Byleth laugh against her.

“Could have fooled me.”

Edelgard gave her a warning look before setting the plates down onto the table. Byleth merely smiled at her before thanking her and sitting across from her. The two of them ate in silence as morning sunlight trickled into the apartment.

It was hard to believe that all of this was built in the centuries she had missed. It was all so different from the society Edelgard had known in her life. Byleth must have witnessed the very shape of history as she lived through it all.

Byleth smiled across the table and ate everything on her plate. Once a soldier, always a soldier. As she wiped her hands onto her pajama pants, she said, “You forgot to preheat the oven again, didn’t you?”

Edelgard’s fork froze in midair on the way to her mouth. She cringed when her eyes fell on the frozen cube, taunting her from the kitchen counter.

“Yes,” she admitted. “Can you remind me how to do that?

“Of course,” Byleth said. She rose from her seat to pull at Edelgard’s hand.

“Oh, I didn’t mean immediately. We can-”

“No, I’m still sleepy. Come back to bed. I’m cold without you.”