Hey, it's me and not to ask you for a bodyguard AU! XD This is super random, but I have a German OC and well, long story short. Can you tell me the name of an easy German recipe that teenagers like and can cook? XDDDDD sorry for the randomness
Heeeey! How fitting, I am writing the next chapter right now XD
So ... okay, at first my mind was completely blank. Like: german recipes? what are those? easy ones on top of that? C.C
XD
So, my answer won't be universal for all germans, but it's basically what I kinda grew up with. When we were teenagers me and my friends would always make Pasta with tuna and either tomatosauce or cream. That's not very german, but easy lol in German it's "Thunfischnudeln"
What we'd have at every party and what's definitely more german are "Nudelsalat"(pasta salad) and "Kartoffelsalat" (potato salad) and especially the pasta salad is easy to make from scratch, even for a teenager. And you can use leftover pasta and leftover anything.
more "german" recipes are "Reibekuchen" (potato fritter) and "Spätzle" (another kind of pasta, best with cheese and fried onions). If you make them from scratch, it's quite some work, but you can also buy them ready, which would then work perfectly :P
My friend also throws "Dosenravioli" and Spaghetti Bolognese into the conversation bc they are very common in Germany as well, just not "german" :P basically everything with Pasta works for teenagers, I'd say.
If you look at potatoes it would be "KartoffelpĂźree mit (Blut)WĂźrstchen", I guess bc you only need to cook and mash potatoes and fry some sausages (if you want to make it more rural, use blood-sausages *_*), but you can get that in other countries as well ;)
Okay, so this got way longer than I expected XD Thank you for the unexpected ask and I hope this helped you somehow! Have a wonderful day/night =^^=
Ps. if anyone wants to add anything, you're welcome!
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Hi there! I love your stories, I would like to know if this month we are going to have a new one, thank you!! :P
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As for a fic this month, Iâm honestly not entirely sure. I had some courses I had to do for work, and this fic is turning into a bit of a monster (that I am not fond of) so itâs taking me a bit to get through it. I may not get it finished until September, but if I finish it in August itâll def go up in August :)Â
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Hi! I was wondering if you are still accepting prompts. In my city we are confined again and since I am obsessed with KingRam I have thought about them. But if you don't want to write anything related to this topic I will totally understand!! "Confined together (without the dogs, poor dogs, they need space). King teaching Ram things about plants, and Ram teaching King to boxing a little." I hope you are well, stay safe!
Thank you so much, @luandachan !
Thank you for waiting. I had a lot of fun writing it =^^=
Hope you also have fun reading and itâs what youâve had in mind ;)
Together we arenât alone
Half a week of quarantine and King knew he was going crazy. Not because of the isolation, but because of the proximity. Because of Ram. Because of living together. Because they wouldnât only be seeing each other between classes and instead, it would be the whole time. Because they had started sleeping in one bed since Kingâs injury. And because he was already going insane, had started to, long ago.
Still, he wouldnât stop.
He couldnât.
The same way he could not have asked and offered for Ram to stay.
No one in the universe could have stopped him from uttering the words.
And nothing could have prevented the weird joy he felt as Ram nodded and smiled shyly at him.
As if King hadnât dug his own grave right then and there.
As if he had had any other chance.
And now they were living together in a new, different way.
Instead of going on a road trip with their friends, they were together, non-stop. Had they seen each other only between classes and in the evening and morning before, it was constantly now. They even went shopping together and neither of them had left the bed yet to move to the sofa. King knew he should, to be a proper senior, but he couldnât.
Not when his heart was beating like crazy, every time he woke up to Ramâs even breathing and the knowledge that he was the one Ram chose to stay with. To be with. Even if it was only to get away from his father. Even if it was only a junior-senior-situation, barely a friendship.
Or whatever it was for Ram. Hell, King usually needed way longer to become friends with someone. Especially such close friends.
King stared at the man next to him, peacefully snoring, and had to correct himself. He had fallen in love with Ram and there was no way around it. They were friends, yes, but his heart hadnât stopped there. He had become greedy, had started wanting other, different things. More. More of everything.
Things he shouldnât want as a proper senior.
As a friend.
King hated himself for this part, but he tried his best to bury it. To stop misreading Ram all the time and to stop his own hope. He could be a good friend and a helpful senior.
He absolutely could.
Except when it got hard to keep his feelings under control. His want and his imagination, making him wonder how it would be to shuffle closer now and take Ram into his arms, kiss him softly as soon as he was waking up and continue to stare at him without this guilt deep in his bones.
Would he be happy then?
Could he make Ram happy as well?
A soft movement in front of him made King turn away and close his eyes. As if he hadnât been awake and pining already. Like the liar he was.
The rustling and a movement of the bed were a clear sign of Ram pushing himself up.
The following silence was deafening, King tensing as he feared Ram had realised something. Anything.
But in the end, Ram moved and got out of the bed and out of the room.
King opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, relieved and disappointed at the same time. And he didnât even know what he was disappointed about.
He surely hadnât expected Ram to stare at him or cuddle him or ... King drew the blanket over his head, squeezing his eyes shut. No. No! He should stop it this instant, he really should.
But his mind was reeling already, thinking of what could be. In Kingâs dreams at least. He tried to breathe evenly again so he could calm down once more and maybe get up as well. If Ram was out of the bed already, there was no reason to stay after all.
Slowly, counting the seconds and minutes, he calmed down again, the tension leaving his body almost by force. His fetal position loosened up and he dared to pull the blanket down a bit, as if he had to sneak into reality again, not knowing what dangers might await him.
Suddenly, just when he was almost ready to get up, the door opened once more and Ram stepped inside. Too surprised to feign sleep, King turned and stared, embarrassed about being caught. Even though Ram hopefully had no idea.
But there he stood, still wearing his boxers and a muscle shirt, his bed hair not touched but still ruffled and two mugs in his hands.
King continued to stare as Ram stepped closer. He didnât say anything until Ram was right in front of him and put one mug right on the night table next to him. It was steaming and it smelled delicious, Kingâs stomach letting out a rumble.
Without a word, Ram then walked around the bed and sat down again, right next to King and blew on whatever was in the mug.
When King still didnât move, he turned towards him once again and lifted his eyebrows before motioning towards his morning present. It was as if someone had pushed King.
Finally, he shuffled, until he was sitting as well, his face burning with embarrassment.
âMorningâ, he murmured and reached for the mug, âAnd thank you.â
It was hot, steaming coffee, of course, exactly the way King loved it. If he hadnât been in love before, he sure would have fallen now.
âThank youâ, he repeated once more before mirroring Ram and blowing on the coffee, enjoying the warmth in his hands and the feeling of contentment settling in.
The smile worked its way onto his lips and he threw a shy look towards Ram who was still watching him. When he saw King looking, he turned back to his own mug, an almost smile on his lips and his shoulders relaxing just this tiny bit. As if heâd been worried somehow. Worried, King might not like his present.
As if that was ever possible.
Kingâs heart was so full with love, he might be the happiest he had ever been. Just from this.
~~~
Ram might be going crazy. If he wasnât insane already.
Because ... seriously ...
He stared at the man next to him, wearing shorts and a muscle shirt, sweating from the boxing exercise they had just done.
King had complained for the last few days about not getting enough exercise until Ram had proposed some boxing, unsure if King had actually wanted a solution to the problem or not. But heâd agreed and now they were here and Ram was conflicted.
It had been a good feeling to work out again, even though he had done some light stretching every day.
On the opposite, it had been some kind of new torture to have King next to him, sweating and huffing, his hair pulled back into a ponytail and his attention on the task once again too attractive to survive. It was always nice to watch him concentrate on something with such an intensity, but since the object of attention had been Ram himself, it had been kind of unnerving.
And now the man was sitting on the ground, groaning how he couldnât take anymore any longer and Ram was close to throwing himself out of the window.
Didnât King know what he was doing?
Was he seriously so clueless?
Or did he do it on purpose? Did he expect Ram to react? Did he want him to do anything or was he just testing the water?
King looked up at him through his eyelashes and Ram debated if a dash out of the door might be a tad overdramatic or not.
âWhy arenât you as exhausted?â
Ram huffed and rolled his eyes before he took the towel and dried the bit of sweat running down his neck.
âOh, right Mr Six-packâ, King teased as he poked his finger against Ramâs hip.
Maybe the window was faster ...
When Kingâs hand came up to poke him again, Ram reacted instinctively, grabbing Kingâs wrist with a steely grip.
âWhat?â, King laughed, turning Ramâs insides once more to goo, âAre you ticklish?â
Threatening doom came over Ram as he recognised the challenge in Kingâs gaze.
No.
No, really not.
That was the worst idea.
Shaking his head seemed to be the worst idea though, as the challenge intensified and Ram felt the muscles in Kingâs arm tense even more.
No.
He shook his head more violently, but it was too late. With a jump, King was close, his other hand already at Ramâs side, poking him again.
Ram flinched back, his face heating up as if King had set him on fire, as he tried to fend off those prying fingers. If, at least, heâd not been ticklish as well. But he was both. Ticklish and in love with King. Desperately so.
They had touched before, of course. Brushing shoulders and knees, riding piggyback and hugging for comfort, walking close and grabbing each otherâs wrist had always been part of their relationship, but this right now? This felt so much more intimate suddenly as if they had made a big step over an invisible line they had drawn before.
Ram stepped back, trying to get a hold on Kingâs fingers while the warm churning feeling in his belly intensified. While his own blush intensified as well as the panic and the question: What now?
A quiet âNoâ escaped him involuntarily, but King stopped instantly, worry and panic visible in his face.
âSorryâ, he tried to step back, but Ramâs grip on his hands was still too strong.
As if to show he was no threat anymore, every tension left Kingâs arms, but Ram still held on. Because he didnât want King to go. No matter what ...
âI am sorryâ, King repeated again, âDid I hurt you?â
Ram shook his head and managed a smile. Instantly, King relaxed, even though a drop of guarded guilt seemed to stay with him.
âSo, you are ticklishâ, King stated, his wrists by now a comfortable weight and Ram didnât know if it was possible for him to blush even more.
âYou definitely are!â
By now, King was laughing and Ram rolled his eyes, despite the mirth bubbling up in his throat and the soft contentment he felt whenever he saw King as happy as this.
The man might not know about Ramâs feelings yet, thanks to being the densest person on earth and he might not yet know what his own feelings were, but he was Ramâs favourite person and Ram couldnât imagine someone more wonderful to spend his time with.
With a small pang, he ignored the urge to lean forward and kiss Kingâs cheek. Instead, he let go of Kingâs hands and used his own to ruffle Kingâs hair, before turning away with a grin and a âShower.â
He only needed to hear the stunned silence to know King was once more staring at him, unable to decipher the moment.
And Ram let him.
~~~
There was no space in their apartment any longer, but King didnât care.
It was almost a month since they had been quarantined and heâd finally been able to buy new plants and earth and collect some stuff close by. Heâd squeeze the new ones in eventually.
Ramâs lifted eyebrows somehow questioned him, but he ignored it.
He also ignored the casual pressure of Ramâs knee against his thigh. The longer they had had to stay inside and not see their parents or friends, the more they had started to touch each other. They never talked about it, but always waited a few seconds, almost anxiously, before leaving it like that, enjoying the touch and closeness.
Kingâs heart might race every single time, but he never pulled back, too eager to have this. To feel this.
King had always someone who liked his own company and his plants enough. Having Ram with him all the time was already more than heâd ever had or wanted before.
But Ram ... he wasnât one of his plants, but ... Â it was different.
Not seeing his family had definitely had an impact on King and if he hadnât been in love with Ram before the quarantine, he would have wondered if it was his loneliness pushing him towards this man, but as things were, the quarantine made him realise his feelings only more each day.
Ram was the only living being he liked having around constantly. Not to talk all the time, but because the room was instantly brighter, even if they were doing totally different things, sitting in compatible silence in two different corners.
Sleeping next to Ram, as well as waking up, filled King with contentment and such soft happiness, he had never once felt.
He had never missed this feeling before, but now he didnât want to give it up.
But he would have, once the quarantine ended, would he?
King stared at the glass he was preparing in front of him. He shouldnât think about it yet. And once it ended, he should be happy about it instead of sad. But there was a fear of losing Ram. Of suddenly being alone once more.
He hadnât realised how tense he was until a warm hand covered his and made him look up in surprise.
When Ramâs concerned gaze met him, he swallowed, not knowing what to say. How to explain himself if Ram asked. The possibility of lying didnât even enter his mind as they stared at each other, the pull almost too strong to resist.
Almost ...
Al ...
King didnât know who moved first, but suddenly they were hugging each other tight, his own face buried tightly into the crook of Ramâs neck while his arms were engulfing Ramâs upper body with as much force as possible.
He was so embarrassed to be caught like this, but it also felt so right, so perfect.
And it wasnât as if he was forcing Ram, was it? He was being hugged back and Ramâs grip was so strong, King was wondering if he could have pulled back easily at all.
Probably yes, because Ram was not one to force people, but still, it was no light touch or passive hug he was receiving and it was good knowing. It fuelled the small fire of hope in his heart, his constant wonder of what if?
No matter what was the reason for this. If it was actual love on Ramâs side, a spontaneous confusion or him missing his family as well, King would enjoy the moment, would burn it in his memory so he would never forget.
Letting out a shaky breath, King shuffled even closer, not knowing how it was even possible.
Tender hands were buried in his hair, calming him with gentle movements until he was nothing but aching softness.
Slowly, Ram pulled back, after an eternity. King didnât want to let go, but his arm was falling asleep and he knew he should. He knew, he couldnât keep this moment forever.
âShow meâ, Ram said with a husky whisper, pointing towards Kingâs plants and King fell once more, deeper and higher at the same time.
He dared to smile and turned a little bit, their bodies still pressed together, Ramâs arm around his shoulders. And then he proceeded to tell and teach Ram, the ache and the softness never leaving.
~~~
The cuddles happened more often afterwards. It was almost natural the way their arms would sneak around each otherâs shoulders and waist, their heads leaning on each other and their fingers intertwining without another thought.
Although that one might be a lie because Ram thought a lot about it. In fact, he didnât seem able to not think about it, no matter how natural it seemed.
What was Kingâs intent? What did he feel? What did he want?
Did he do it because he missed the touch of other people? Being close to others? Or did he do it because it was Ram and he wanted to do all of it with Ram?
Before the quarantine, Ram hadnât thought too much about it. They were on their way, no matter how long it would take and he was patient. He wouldnât wonder too much about the future, because everything happening between them felt right. And the same way he had this need of it going slow and exploring his feelings step by step, he had no problem waiting for King to realise his own and to understand Ramâs.
But now, over a month into living together in quarantine, it got difficult not to wonder.
Of course, Ram was still patient and ready to wait, but Kingâs signs were so confusing and difficult. Yes, the man liked him. But was it as a friend? Was it different? Was it because he felt responsible for Ram? And would he be able to accept his own feelings for Ram, if he had those at all?
âBe careful!â
Ram jerked up, realising the sudden smell of burned onions. Damn!
Slender hands took the spatula out of his hands and pushed him gently to the side.
Kind dimmed the heat and turned the onions, looking closely if they could be saved or not. What over a month of cooking for themselves could do, seriously.
They had started by burning everything and ordering as often as possible before King had announced one day he wanted to cook. Which was honourable or would have been, if heâd had any knowledge about it at all. And so Ram, not knowing a thing about cooking as well, had joined. Together they had wreaked havoc in the kitchen at the beginning.
At least until they had searched for easy recipes on the internet, starting at the bottom and slowly working their way up.
If Ram was honest, neither of them had become a talented chef, but at least they managed to produce edible meals by now. At least most of the time. And today wasnât such a time.
âAre you okay?â
Concerned, King looked at him, the onions now safe. At least he hadnât burned the whole bunch of vegetables, Ram thought and sighed.
King turned off the stove and grabbed Ramâs hand, instead of his wrist, to drag him to the sofa without another word. And Ram let him, knowing there was a good reason for King to act like that.
When they sat down, King kept the hold onto Ramâs hand and Ram let him, afraid King would let go once he would bring the fact to his attention.
âWhatâs going on?â
This was something else that had changed.
Before, King had been careful about asking, letting Ram come to him and open up on his own account. By now, he watched only for a moment before approaching and it surprised Ram how good it felt.
Heâd been happy about taking the first step, but to experience how well King knew him by now was a special kind of happiness. Because the man never once made him talk when Ram wasnât ready at all. Or if nothing was wrong.
Now, he wasnât exactly sure if he was ready, but from the tight pressure on his chest, he probably should.
Because it wasnât only King occupying his mind right now. Sadly.
âI talked to my father.â
The words coming out of his mouth felt rusty and heavy on his tongue. King didnât answer but waited, giving Ram time.
âHe asked me to move back, to soothe my motherâs nerves.â
For a split second, he thought he had seen King freeze, but his face seemed neutral again.
âHe told me I couldnât possibly be infected since we havenât been out for a while. And how my resistance made it all the more suspicious.â
Ram drew a deep breath, by now holding on to Kingâs hand as if his life depended on it. And maybe it did. Because what if King told him to go back home? To be with his family?
And somehow he wanted because he missed them, but he also couldnât because his father was there.
Oh, he had said heâd ended the affair because of the pandemic, but it wasnât as if the memories could be erased just like that.
âWhat did you reply?â
Kingâs voice was so guarded, showing how important the answer was to him as well.
âI wonât go back.â
There was a lot more left to be said, but Ram wasnât sure if he could or should open that box.
âYou still canât forgive him?â
How could he?
Ram shook his head.
A gentle movement across his knuckles made him look down at their joined hands. They were like a magnet and he wondered how King would react if he lifted them to press a kiss to them.
Ram looked up once more when he heard a quiet cough, King looking embarrassed as if he had thought the same right now. And maybe ... he had.
âWhatâ, King started, âWhat if you go and visit them now? Just a walk with the dogs? To see your mother and brother?â
Was it possible to fall even more for someone? Because of something like this?
The urge to pull King close by his neck was almost overwhelming, but somehow Ram managed to settle on a smile, his heart overfilled by feelings, too much to not spill any.
âI want you to stayâ, King suddenly blurted, a blush darkening his features.
When Ram only lifted his eyebrows, unsure how to proceed, King continued, playing with Ramâs hand but refusing to let go.
âIf you want to go home, you can do so, of course. I wonât keep you from your familyâ, he took a deep breath and looked up at Ram who wasnât sure what his heart was doing any longer, âBut I need you to know that youâre welcome here and that I want you here, if you want it, you know?â
For a bit, King seemed so lost, it would have been adorable if Ram hadnât felt exactly the same.
âThank youâ, he murmured, choosing every word carefully, âI donât want to leave. I want to stay with you. As long as possible.â
Kingâs eyes widened and Ram wondered if the subtle love confession had been perceived this time.
âPlease ... hm ...â, King stammered, âI mean do, please do that. Stay, I mean. For as long as you want. Really ... ah ...â
Something snapped inside of Ram and he knew he couldnât do this anymore.
Sit there and behave as if holding Kingâs hand wasnât the best moment of his day.
As if staring at this man in front of him didnât change his life and filled him with happiness.
As if living with King wasnât his dream, even without the pandemic and his situation at home.
As if he wasnât ready to get to his knees and worship King every second now.
As if he wasnât dreaming of holding King close every night, yearning, even though the man was sleeping right next to him, but still too far away.
Slowly, as not to shock King too much, he lifted his free hand to cup his cheek. Tender but determined not to let go until King had understood.
Truly understood.
âUh ... what?â
Ram would feel bad about confusing King so much, if it also gave him hope to see the man blush and stay, instead of pulling away, revolted.
He locked their eyes.
âEven without the pandemic, I want to stay with you.â
And then, while King was still processing those words, the skin under Ramâs hand burning, Ram leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Kingâs forehead.
The look in Kingâs eyes, when he leaned back, was like oil to his spark of hope, multiplying his yearning despite them holding hands already. Despite them being only a few centimetres apart.
âI...â, King tried again, wetting his lips, âYou donât need to ...â
Ram shook his head violently: âNo.â
âI should ...â, King started again and it squeezed Ramâs heart as he saw tears threatening to fall.
âShhh...â
With his thumb, he brushed over Kingâs cheeks tenderly, not daring to let go.
âDo you want?â, he asked, because that was the main question, wasnât it? The important one. The one which would decide everything. If Ram would stay or go. If his heart would break or not.
King let out a shaky breath as he leaned against the warm hand caressing him.
âI wantâ, he responded with a whisper, but it was enough for Ram.
He smiled and lifted an eyebrow and if he wasnât going crazy on the inside. But it helped.
âI want you to stay after the pandemic and regardless of the pandemic and regardless of your familyâ, the words started falling out of Kingâs mouth like a waterfall, âI want to hug you because youâre you and not because weâre both touch-deprived. I want to sleep next to you, without the fear of accidentally getting too close but knowing that itâs okay. And I want to hold your hand just because I want to. And for you to do that again.â
By now, Ram wondered if there was any blood left in the rest of Kingâs body because the heat the man was exuding was insane.
âThis?â, he asked as he leaned forward once more and planted another, less gentle kiss to Kingâs forehead.
âYeahâ, King mumbled, his eyes following Ramâs movement with such intensity, it left Ram breathless.
He stared at Kingâs lips and his darkened cheeks, his soft hair and beautiful eyes. Had this been Kingâs permission to touch him? And where should he start? He dreamed about too much and was too overwhelmed now, content to simply stare for some time, trying to realise what it all meant. Really meant.
Suddenly, King shuffled closer and leaned forward, determination mixed with his former shyness in his eyes.
âSo, this means I can do this?â
When he kissed the tip of Ramâs nose, Ram went cross-eyed and wouldnât have wondered if heâd perished right then and there.
All he could do was nod.
âAnd this?â
Another kiss to Ramâs cheek and he felt himself tremble as he nodded again, not knowing if he was even stopping.
Kingâs gaze to his lips was like fire, burning bright.
âAnd what about this?â
This time, Ram didnât nod but came to meet him in the middle, their lips connecting to a feather-like kiss. Careful, as if the other would run away. As if theyâd wake up from a dream and it would all come to an end.
But it didnât and Ram put some more pressure in it, keeping King close with his hand at his neck, his fingers buried in the softness of his hair. King didnât want to run, though, his eyes closed as he moaned softly into the kiss.
Mine, Ram thought and was surprised by his own possessiveness.
Slowly, he pulled back until he could see King clearly again, his eyes dazed and full of wonder. It was the most beautiful sight, Ram had ever seen and heâd seen King a lot the last few months.
âYou knowâ, he whispered while drawing circles onto Kingâs skin and brushing his hair back, âWe can also do this.â
And then he pulled King into a tight hug, burying his own face into the crook of the man who had just now agreed to be his partner. His lover. His boyfriend.
Mine, he thought again, revelling in the fact that this hug was different and special.
âMineâ, King whispered right next to his ear and Ram could feel the smile against his skin.
He couldnât have been happier.
And this was only the beginning.
Today I had a bad day but I went into my dash and the first thing I saw was your new drawing. Your drawings are always a blessing, but the panther and the kitten have made me especially happy. Thank you!
Oh no, this is so sweet, Iâm getting emotional⌠Thank you so much for the kind words; Iâm glad I could help cheer you up even a little bit! I sincerely hope that your bad days will shine with their absence for the foreseeable future! Take care of yourself alright? â¤ď¸