I made a fluffy fanfic for Az @demondamage so he can feel better after surgery!! It includes Hot Chocolate and Az's Ocs! Warren and Aziphem. Its serious just comfort and fluff. Anyway! Hope this made Az feel better!
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The little demon was shaking next to the fire. As if the cold had bore into his very soul. Did.. people (creatures?) like him have souls? Warren wrote in his notebook yet another question to ask Aziphem when he felt like talking. Would the question be answered? Probably not. Warren sighed, this was not something that he signed up for. But looking at Azzie sitting there by the fire, still shaking like a leaf, he couldn’t help but feel his heart wrench for him.
It had taken him forever to just get him into the house, let alone accept a blanket or two from him. Warren wanted to give him at least a little bit of peace. Just a second where the demon felt safe. Genuinely safe. One thing at a time though. First things first, he had to get Azzie warm. The blankets and the fire wasn’t enough and the little thing was too damn stubborn to admit it. Warren thought for a moment before he thought of something.
Then Warren was in the kitchen with a pot on the stove, pouring milk, pulling out a few packets of hot chocolate mix. Warren was smiling to himself, as he waited for the milk to heat up.
“What are you doing, human?” Aziphems' voice rang out, quiet, a blanket curled over his shoulders, wrapping him up effectively. His dark eyes, even the third one on his forehead, watched him cautiously. There seemed to be a bit of fear in them, wariness. God what happened to him before Warren had found him broken outside in the forest.
“I’m making you hot chocolate, to help you warm up,” Warren said slowly, he had planned for it to be a surprise but Aziphem had other plans. Aziphem stepped backwards, bearing his teeth at Warren.
“I don’t need anything from you,” he said, growling.
“I know that,” came the automatic, tired response.
This seemed to be surprising to Aziphem, who frowned. Pursing his lips. “You.. You say you know, but then you continue giving me things,” he said, confused.
“Remember our conversation about why I'm helping you? That I don’t have an ulterior motive? That I can’t take things from you because you’re so much stronger than me, and faster, and, you can totally rip me apart and-”
Aziphem had a ghost of a smile on his face.
“Ah you can smile. It’s cute,” he said, not really thinking about what he had said.
There was a silence in the room as Warren blushed and turned back to the warm milk on the stove, throwing the mix into the pot and stirring it. He was so.. Stupid. Why did he just say that?
“You’re blushing,” Aziphem helpfully pointed out, smirking.
Warren rubbed his face with his hand, as if that would rub the blush from his skin. He sighed and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Warren said, smiling at Azzi, trying to let him know that it was all in good fun. Gentle teasing.
“Right, of course not,” Azzie played along, watching Warren tip the hot chocolate in the mugs, watching it steam. Azzie immediately went to snatch the mug and Warren stopped him with a whine.
“Hold on Azzie! I haven’t even put in the best part!” Aziphem pouted and Warren smiled, going to look for the marshmallows. “I promise you’ll love it.” He cursed lightly in Spanish as he dug through the pantry. “I swear I have them.”
Aziphem watched, slightly amused at the dumb human looking like he was going through an existential crisis about marshmallows. Then the man made an excited noise and raised his head, banging it on the top of the pantry with a low groan. “Ayyy,” he grumbled, one hand rubbing his head and the other clutching the marshmallows like his life depended on it. “Hey, hey! Don’t laugh, that hurt,” Warren said pouting.
Azzie stayed quiet but there was still a smile on his face as he watched Warren grumpily make his way to the mugs, tearing open the bag and grabbing a handful. Placing that handful on the counter, then grabbing another handful of marshmallows splitting it in the chocolatey drink. Aziphem grabbed the handful of marshmallows and stuffed them in his mouth, chewing as Warren grabbed his own mug, leaning against the counter.
He watched as Aziphem grabbed the other mug, holding it close to his chest as he peered into it. Whispering a quiet, “Thank you,” as he took a sip.
How long had it been since he was shown kindness without expecting anything in return? The question burned in Warren's head as he took another sip of the hot chocolate.
“There’s a word for this in Spanish you know,” Warren spoke, wanting for a second to fill the silence. Just for a moment. Aziphem looked up, eyes bright with the question. “It’s like when a group of people get together and have hot chocolate,” Warren paused and grinned, “Chocolatería.”
“Choco..” Aziphem trailed off, the word hard on his tongue.
“Latería,” Warren finished gently.
“I’ll let you speak the Spanish here,” Aziphem said with a roll of his eyes, taking another sip of the chocolate. He had long ago stopped shaking. But he took the drink anyway.
“Yeah, I think that’s best,” Warren said with a laugh. “Want to watch a movie?”
“Sure.”
They sat that night on the same couch, it was a step in the right direction. There was a stillness in the air that was comfortable and quiet. Warren couldn’t get Aziphems smile out of his head. He even went to bed thinking about it. Maybe he could help a little more than he thought.
Little by little, step by step.
Little by little, step by step.
