Request: For sequel to The Alleyway Rescue. They’re related. In this, Credence visits Reader for their weekly Sunday brunch and after the food, finds a way to fully relax via a story.
Word Count: 1,747
Pairing: Credence x Reader
Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @gdmora
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The pan clatters onto the oven’s metal rack. Closing the heavy door, you crank the timer and set it aside. Turning away, you flick your wand, sending a pair of dinner dishes dancing onto your small dining table. The bowl of eggs lands in the center of it, right next to a plate of sausage and two cartons of jam.
Keeping one ear toward the door, you pull open the fridge as the timer ticks away. The turnovers’ warm strawberry smell wafts through your apartment, sending you stomach into a growling mess. Better a growling mess than the light, nervous mess it had been before.
The timer dings just as you hear what you’ve been waiting for: four light taps on the door. “Just a minute.” You shout, sliding on an oven mitt and pulling the pan of pastries from their spot on the rack. It crashes on top of the stove where you throw it, shaking the oven mitt from your hand and rushing toward the door.
Feeling silly, you pat your hair down before you click the locks open and pull the door open. “Credence!”
His smile is small, as always, but genuine. “I’m sorry.” He stops, as though he needs to recharge to finish his sentence. “For being late.”
You smile back at him. “It’s okay. You have perfect timing, actually! The turnovers just finished!”
Credence steps in and you shut the door behind him.
“Strawberry?” He questions, glancing around your apartment.
“Of course.” They’re his favorites, as you’d found out five weeks ago at your second weekly Sunday brunch. “You can sit. I’m just going to throw the turnovers on a plate.”