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Challenge 350/347 - Remainder/Mistake [FE Three Houses, Annette/Mercedes]
Title: We All Bake Mistakes
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Pairing: Mercedes/Annette
Rating: G
Prompt: 347 - Mistake
Word Count: 730
Summary: She should have been over the moon to hear Mercie say how good she was getting, but all she heard was the eventuality that at some point, Mercie wouldn't need to help her anymore. And then they wouldn't get to bake together anymore.
You're getting so good at this, Annie! Soon you won't need my help at all!
Such words should have been music to her ears. Especially from Mercie, who could compete with the professionals for tastiest baked sweets in all of Fodlan-no, beyond Fodlan. Instead, they formed a pit in her stomach and filled her heart with dread.
Soon you won't need my help at all.
"What if I can't do it without you, though?" No, Annette thought, that was an excuse. By now she knew her problem was hurrying, being impatient, baking isn't something you can rush. You have to take your time. And she did, as long as Mercie was by her side she didn't mind if baking a tray of muffins took a whole afternoon. Her books weren't going anywhere, and Cyril was over the moon having more cleaning chores to take on these days.
As long as Mercie's by my side.
The last moon had been the most wonderful moon of her life since the war began. The day Mercie offered to help her was better than the day they'd made up after that stupid fight. If she got too good...
Unless...maybe if I'm not as good as she thinks after all, she'll keep helping me! Anyone could make a mistake after a perfect week, right? And even now she still had to double check the colored lids on the salt and sugar cannisters to make sure she used the right ones.
Annette hated the idea of needing people to rescue and help her for the rest of her life, but this was different. With a war going on, who knew how much more time she would have to spend with Mercie? And if they both lived through it, would their paths for the future line up or split in two?
I'll have plenty of time to be a perfect baker after the war.
She put her book down and blew out the candle beside the door, and crawled under her covers, a plan in mind.
It should have been foolproof. Today's lesson involved baking a more complicated style of tart, which even Mercie admitted was difficult for her when she started out. Only recently had she perfected it, so for someone like Annette to goof up without even trying should have been child's play.
Unfortunately, Mercie knew her too well.
"Annie," she said firmly, "you know by now to check the jar lids before opening them. And I know you overmixed the first batch of filling on purpose." Gulp. Annette took her hand off of the yellow jar lid and let it fall to her side.
"Oops?"
"You were doing so well the other day. What happened?"
"Well..." And suddenly her reasons felt so stupid, looking up into Mercie's concerned face. Mercie worked so hard, taking hours out of so many days to teach her the finer points of baking. She was so patient, so understanding, and always so proud when Annette finally got the hang of something she'd had trouble with before.
"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I just wanted you to keep teaching me! I thought if I got too good-well, you said someday I wouldn't need you anymore! But the truth is I don't think I could be as good as I am now without you, and even if I am-"
"Oh, Annie!" Mercie's arms wrapped tightly around her, hugging her close, and Annette buried her face in her shoulder. "You should have said so! If you want me to keep baking with you, I'd be more than happy no matter how good you get!" Annette relaxed, resting her cheek against a flour smudge on Mercie's apron.
"Really?"
"Really. You know I'm always happy to spend time with you, and tasks are always easier and more fun when you do them together," Mercie said. "I don't even care if you become a better baker than me, as long as we can work side by side!" Annette laughed, tears of relief prickling at her eyes.
"I could never be better than you even on the best day of my life." After another moment, she lets go of Mercie an reaches for the jar with the orange lid, the correct jar. "Now, where were we?"
"One teaspoon to mix with the egg whites," Mercie said. "And that gets brushed over the inside of the crust."
She didn't make a single mistake the whole lesson, and the results were tastier than anything she and Mercie had ever baked together.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Pairing: Mercedes/Annette
Rating: G
Prompt: 347 - Mistake
Word Count: 730
Summary: She should have been over the moon to hear Mercie say how good she was getting, but all she heard was the eventuality that at some point, Mercie wouldn't need to help her anymore. And then they wouldn't get to bake together anymore.
You're getting so good at this, Annie! Soon you won't need my help at all!
Such words should have been music to her ears. Especially from Mercie, who could compete with the professionals for tastiest baked sweets in all of Fodlan-no, beyond Fodlan. Instead, they formed a pit in her stomach and filled her heart with dread.
Soon you won't need my help at all.
"What if I can't do it without you, though?" No, Annette thought, that was an excuse. By now she knew her problem was hurrying, being impatient, baking isn't something you can rush. You have to take your time. And she did, as long as Mercie was by her side she didn't mind if baking a tray of muffins took a whole afternoon. Her books weren't going anywhere, and Cyril was over the moon having more cleaning chores to take on these days.
As long as Mercie's by my side.
The last moon had been the most wonderful moon of her life since the war began. The day Mercie offered to help her was better than the day they'd made up after that stupid fight. If she got too good...
Unless...maybe if I'm not as good as she thinks after all, she'll keep helping me! Anyone could make a mistake after a perfect week, right? And even now she still had to double check the colored lids on the salt and sugar cannisters to make sure she used the right ones.
Annette hated the idea of needing people to rescue and help her for the rest of her life, but this was different. With a war going on, who knew how much more time she would have to spend with Mercie? And if they both lived through it, would their paths for the future line up or split in two?
I'll have plenty of time to be a perfect baker after the war.
She put her book down and blew out the candle beside the door, and crawled under her covers, a plan in mind.
It should have been foolproof. Today's lesson involved baking a more complicated style of tart, which even Mercie admitted was difficult for her when she started out. Only recently had she perfected it, so for someone like Annette to goof up without even trying should have been child's play.
Unfortunately, Mercie knew her too well.
"Annie," she said firmly, "you know by now to check the jar lids before opening them. And I know you overmixed the first batch of filling on purpose." Gulp. Annette took her hand off of the yellow jar lid and let it fall to her side.
"Oops?"
"You were doing so well the other day. What happened?"
"Well..." And suddenly her reasons felt so stupid, looking up into Mercie's concerned face. Mercie worked so hard, taking hours out of so many days to teach her the finer points of baking. She was so patient, so understanding, and always so proud when Annette finally got the hang of something she'd had trouble with before.
"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I just wanted you to keep teaching me! I thought if I got too good-well, you said someday I wouldn't need you anymore! But the truth is I don't think I could be as good as I am now without you, and even if I am-"
"Oh, Annie!" Mercie's arms wrapped tightly around her, hugging her close, and Annette buried her face in her shoulder. "You should have said so! If you want me to keep baking with you, I'd be more than happy no matter how good you get!" Annette relaxed, resting her cheek against a flour smudge on Mercie's apron.
"Really?"
"Really. You know I'm always happy to spend time with you, and tasks are always easier and more fun when you do them together," Mercie said. "I don't even care if you become a better baker than me, as long as we can work side by side!" Annette laughed, tears of relief prickling at her eyes.
"I could never be better than you even on the best day of my life." After another moment, she lets go of Mercie an reaches for the jar with the orange lid, the correct jar. "Now, where were we?"
"One teaspoon to mix with the egg whites," Mercie said. "And that gets brushed over the inside of the crust."
She didn't make a single mistake the whole lesson, and the results were tastier than anything she and Mercie had ever baked together.