vegetable wraps

“When does your girlfriend look the prettiest?”
“(Man) Whenever she eats. She eats so happily. Whenever she wraps up ssam* this big and her mouth opens wide…”

*Ssam means “wrapped” in Korean, and refers to a dish in which leafy vegetables are used to wrap meat and other fillings.

“언제 여자친구가 가장 예뻐보여요?”
“(남자) 밥 먹을 때. 너무 복스럽게 잘 먹어요. 쌈 쌀 때 이따만큼 하게 만들어서 입 딱 벌려서…”

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Your Most Beautiful Moment in Life pt.2: Ch5
(Non-idol!AU) It’s summer when you and Jungkook meet, and immediately decide that you didn’t like each other. And yet there’s something about him that makes you question every preconceived notion you have about this new pair of brothers from Seoul.

Prol. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | [x]


You sit with Jungkook at the counter of the barbecue restaurant’s kitchen, where Seokjin has arrayed every barbecued meat and wrapping vegetables, kimbap, and a couple of noodle dishes. Given the sweltering, sticky heat, both of you immediately reach for the iced bowls of naengmyeon.

“Yahhh…” Jungkook mumbles through a mouthful of noodle. “Naengmyeon is the best for hot days.”

You nod, feeling more refreshed with every chilly portion. “It’s almost as good as my grandma’s and hers is legendary.”

Jungkook holds up an ‘OK’ sign. “Definitely put this on the limited festival menu. I didn’t really eat this much back in Korea, but it’s especially delicious here.”

Seokjin smiles, his eyes turning to half moons. “Thank you, kids. What appreciative little customers you are.”

He resumes wrapping several kinds of grilled meat in perilla leaves and lettuce, and you watch him above the rim of the bowl as you tip the remaining naengmyeon in your mouth. He’s so gentle–almost delicate–well-mannered, and pleasant. Almost boringly so, in your opinion. He’s as inoffensive as can be. Kinda like Hongbin-oppa, honestly.

“Seokjin-oppa, you seem nice enough,” you say.

He glances up, chuckling. “I should hope so, Y/N. I do have to set a good example for our Jungkookie.”

“I’m an adult and I’ll be not nice if I want to,” Jungkook announces–yet his actions belie his claim as he slurps up the last of his overly long noodles, bunny teeth trying to drag up the strands hanging past his chin.

You shake yourself out of your Jungkook-induced distraction and turn back to Seokjin. “That’s why I wonder what you could’ve done that was so bad that Saren-unnie escaped to this town?”

Seokjin crushes a wrap when his fists close reflexively; Jungkook bites off the hanging noodles, letting them fall in his bowl, and cry: “Y/N!”

“I’m not allowed to know?” you cry back.

“You can’t ask things like that in his face!” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Then should I ask them behind his back?” you huff.

“Kids…”

You both round at Seokjin who glances from you to Jungkook. “I’m still here, you know.”

You shrug and Jungkook gives him a toothy grin and waves towards the area beyond the shelves separating the kitchen in two parts.

Seokjin bites his lip, then says: “I forgot the kimchi.” He goes deeper into the kitchen, out of sight.

“What’s your problem?” Jungkook demands. “What has my hyung ever done to you?”

“To me, nothing! But he did something to unnie, that’s my problem.”

“That’s…” He ruffles his own hair, exhaling loudly. “That’s between them, you know?”

“Don’t think I don’t know how you’ve been trying to get your hyung somewhere with unnie. Tch.” You grimace. “You don’t even know what she was like.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When she first came here, she was… she wasn’t doing well.” you mumble. “And I’m worried that with Seokjin-oppa here, she’s going to go back to how she was back then.”

Brows drawn in concern, he murmurs: “How was she back then?”

“Sad. Alone. And most of all, scared.” Your breaths quicken as you recall it all. “She always looked like she wanted to talk to someone, but was too scared. She seemed so scared of everyone. Like she was always expecting them to hurt her in some way. She was like a… a…”

“Like what?” he prompts.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, not wanting to say the words.

“What, Y/N?” he urges again, practically yelling.

“Like a stray puppy that was kicked too many times,” you sigh.

A loud crash sends you both jumping off your seats. Seokjin’s standing just beside the shelves, a huge jar of kimchi smashed before his feet. He gapes at you, his eyes wide and shiny with unshed tears.

“Hyung…” Jungkook approaches him, but he crouches close to the floor and picks up broken glass with his bare hands. “Stop it, you’ll hurt yourself!”

Seokjin doesn’t seem to notice his hands starting to bleed and only tosses the shards in the trash.

“Stop it!” Jungkook repeats. It’s only then that Seokjin looks down at his hands. Jungkook presses a wad of paper towels on them. “Hyung, you do have a first-aid kit, here?”

“Yes,” Seokjin replies absently. But instead of taking it out, he wanders towards the back exit and leaves.

Jungkook turns to you. You close your hanging mouth. “Look, I don’t really know what happened, but I guess I’m still sorry. Kind of.”

Jungkook ruffles his hair again. “It’s not really your fault, Y/N.”

A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Two

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

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Chapter One

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Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

 

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-Chapter Two-

Eleana had no idea what to do.

It wasn’t as easy as simply telling Kaden that he was her mate, she had no idea how he would react to the news. She had only known this golden boy for minutes and already she could tell that every decision that had ever been made for him hadn’t been his. What if he didn’t want a mate? It was rare that something like that happened but it had happened.

Did she want a mate?

The answer was obvious, of course.

Eleana had prayed to the cauldron every day as a child that she would find the kind of love that her parents had. She was somewhat of a hopeless romantic, and she blames this entirely on the romance novels she’s read over the years and the fact that she has always been surrounded by loving relationships, whether it was her parents overwhelming love or the quiet yet potent love that her Uncle Azriel and Aunty Mor shared.

She wanted that, and she knew that if this male was her mate then she could have that with him.

And she knew he was. It sang through every fibre of her being that the Illyrian in front her of was everything that she dreamed of, every wish come true, every hope incarnate.

“Lady Eleana, do you want me to take you home?” He was still holding her, and she was still baffled into pure silence. “If you need me to escort you somewhere I would be more than happy, milady.”

At that she broke their eye contact, as confused as she was sure he was as well.

At that, he seemed to finally realise that he was still holding her and let her go.

She felt cold where he had touched her, it was like his hands had left ice prints behind, and she was still struggling to come up with words.

“I- um,” was all she could say. She stuttered it over and over again and his worry became more palpable.

Cauldron, she was a woman he had just met and his concern showed such kindness in him, such tenderness.

Eleana felt the overwhelming desire to touch him, not in a sensual sense, but just to be closer to him.

“Could you take me home?” She finally whispered.

I’m going into shock, she thought, that’s what this is.

“Can you walk?” He was speaking as soothingly as he could, as if she were a feral animal that he needed to care for.

She tried to move her stiff legs, but they seemed to be as heavy as stone. “I don’t think so,” Her voice was so quiet she was surprised her could hear her. She could see that her whole body had paled, and when she shivered it wasn’t because of the bitter weather.

Without second guessing himself, Kaden swept her up in his arms, holding her legs in one and wrapping his other around her torso.

“I think I know where the High Lady’s cottage is, are you happy for me to take you there? I might need a nudge in the right direction.” He was smiling at her now, still trying to calm her down.

She decided that his smile was her favourite thing about him.

He started walking before she could answer his question, when it quickly became evident that she could not go home.

Mainly this was because she could by no means face her mother while she was in this state. It would lead to endless – loving, but endless all the same – questions about what was the matter. It wouldn’t surprise her if her father then dropped everything to come make sure she was okay as well and although on any other day she would appreciate the support she was not ready to tell either of her parents about her discovery.

She was shaking head to toe, Kaden’s grip on her was tight and steady as a consequence, and without really thinking about it she nestled into him, stealing his warmth.

“Do you know where Felix lives?”

He nodded.

“Could you please take me there?”

He changed the direction he was walking towards the other side of the camp. Felix’s cabin was rather far away, and Eleana was thinking maybe she should tell him to leave her and go find her cousin when he spread his wings and shot into the air.  

She let out a surprised but delighted shriek as they cleaved through the air. Flying like this, it would only take minutes for them to get to Felix’s.

Kaden’s wings were magnificent. They were black with gold weaving through them, and large enough that Eleana wondered about the size of other things. She was tempted to touch them, but knew that it would be a major overstepping of boundaries.

The way that Kaden became radiant in the air showed Eleana that he must love flying as much as she did.

Flying was Eleana’s absolute favourite thing to do, and she thanked the Mother every day that she had been given the gift of wings. When she was a toddler and just learning how to use her wings, her and her father would practise for hours upon hours until she would fall asleep in his arms and he would have to carry her home. When she was even younger, less than a year old and barely able to fly, her father would stand at one side of the room and one of her uncles at the other, and they would let her glide between them, catching her and giving her treats and kisses, only for her to flap her little wings and try to get back to the other one again.

They flew high over the cabins of the camp, the wind racing around them. Eleana could tell from the chill in the air and the encroaching darkness that there would be a storm tonight, a big one. Another thing that Eleana loved. Kaden’s smile, a genuine, happy one this time, grew at her excitement, and shook out his hair in the wind.

“Your ears!” Eleana exclaimed.

His hair was long enough so that when they were on the ground she could not see any peculiarities about them, but now that his hair was whipping around his face she could see that they were pointed like hers.

So one of his parents was a High Fae then.

He laughed lightly at her surprise and she could feel his chest rumbling as he held her. Before she knew it he was quickly but steadily landing them in the court yard in front of Felix’s house.

Felix’s house was as unexpected as Kaden’s ears.

Because of, and Eleana hated to admit it, his brilliant leadership skills and power Felix very quickly climbed ranks and earned himself a rather large house because of it. Single storey, but with multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, Felix had decided that the generic brown bricks they used to build it were rather drab, and with the help of Eleana’s mother, painted the whole exterior a bright obnoxious yellow. Why he chose yellow she had no idea, but Felix loved it. And not only did he have a yellow house but their aunt Elain had helped him plant a vegetable garden that wrapped around the veranda. The blue veranda. The garden was infused with Elain’s magic, so it grew and prospered no matter the weather. That was perhaps Felix’s favourite part. He often picked the fruit and made small treats to give to his friends and family, as well as gift to his best soldiers. The soldiers pretended that they didn’t care about Felix’s home-made baked goods, but every time he mentioned that the winner of this or the best in that got some  as a prize they all worked noticeably better and harder and got a hell of a lot more competitive with each other.

Kaden stood Eleana upright but kept one hand braced on her shoulder and one on her waist, lest she fall.

“Thank you, Kaden.” Eleana expressed, and she genuinely meant it. Even if this male wasn’t her mate, she was sure that she would want to spend more time with him anyway.

It was a little known fact due to her subtlety, but Eleana had been with a few men over the past few years, never a real relationship, just dalliances. Her first was when she was fifteen and her body started changing in a way that made her attracted to basically any male that was attractive and polite. Of course she didn’t just sleep with anyone, only a select few, and it was always very secretive.

Kaden was the kind of male she wouldn’t be ashamed to introduce to her father.

Kaden was also the kind of male her male relatives wouldn’t lynch for touching her. 

Her Aunt Amren would probably hurt him in unspeakable ways, but that’s just who Amren is as a person and it doesn’t reflect on Kaden at all really.

“Will that be all, Lady Eleana?” Kaden was still gazing at her with those depthless onyx eyes, and it snapped Eleana back to reality. She didn’t know why she was thinking of all these things when she didn’t even know if Kaden was interested in her.

For fuck’s sake what person would be attracted to someone they had to fly across an Illyrian camp because they went into shock.

“Would you like to come to in?” She questioned hastily.

His smile – his smile – dimmed slightly.

“I don’t think I can today, Milady, but perhaps another time.” He responded.

His hands slid down her arms, calluses tickling her slightly, to rest at his side.

He then walked up the three steps to the front door (the purple front door) of Felix’s home and opened it for her.

Grateful, she walked until she was beside him.

“Are you sure? I think I see some of Felix’s fruit tarts on his bench. You’re welcome to have some.”

Kaden raised his eyebrows and peered into the house to see that there were indeed fruit tarts on the kitchen counter. “I guess I can come in for a few moments.” He agreed.

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Eleana hadn’t quite gotten over her shock, she was still slightly shaking and it was evident as soon as Kaden passed her a cup of tea he had made and some spilled over the top and onto her lap.

“I will confess, Lady Eleana, I am rather worried. What happened? I would feel much more comfortable if you had a healer, or even a friend, here with you. It would take me less than a minute to summon either.” He sat down next to her on the couch and handed her a handkerchief to wipe up the tea she spilt.

“Did you not hear me tell Felix before? You are my friend now, Kaden.”

He snorted at her words but conceded.

“Well what would a friend normally do in this situation, because I am more than lost on how to help you.” Eleana could tell he meant it, the wanting to help her.

It just kept hitting her how considerate and attentive he was being even though he barely knew her. Maybe that was the bond working for him? But what was more probable was that he was simply a nice person, with good intentions. Not like Eleana, who observing the way the muscles in his arms moved as he fussed for her, had to keep dragging her thoughts out of the gutter.

“Tell me a story - your story. Distract me.”

He said he would, but before he did he scrounged up a blanket to wrap her in, in an effort to stop her shakes.

“I’m twenty years old-”

“Really? You seem older.” Eleana interrupted.

He laughed in return, some of the spark from earlier returning to his features. “I feel older. I feel… heavier than my twenty years.” He bent his knees so that he was sitting cross-legged on the couch, and spread out his wings in a more comfortable position. “I was born to a Lord in a camp across the Steppes. My mother was a High Fae who reigned from Hewn City-”

“What.” Eleana couldn’t help but register her shock at his words. At least that explains who he inherited his fae ears from.

“That’s how most faeries react when I tell them. My parents met on Starfall when the monsters under that mountain came out to enjoy the spectacle. My father happened to be patrolling that night and he and his squadron decided to join in the festivities. It was a one night thing, what my mother and father had. Or at least that’s what he told me, I can’t remember a thing about my mother, all I know is that she must have had amazing hair.” He snickered and lightly bumped Eleana with his shoulder to let her know he was joking.

“So after you were born you went to live with him?”

“Yep. From what I can gather I was still a suckling when my mother gave me to him and refused to see me again. I was raised by him with my brothers.” His voice caught on the words brothers, showing Eleana that there was much more to that story. “I came to live here last month when things became… strenuous between us. I was here for a day when Felix noticed me and ordered me to join his legion and report to him the next morning before dawn.”

“You must have impressed him.” Eleana herself was impressed. The men that Felix led were the strongest and most up and coming soldiers they had. For Felix to want him after seeing him training for only a day was nothing short of a feat.

“At first I thought he was either joking or trying to seduce me. He brought me to this utterly ridiculous yellow house before the sun had even risen and sat me down with tea and raison biscuits to tell me his expectations of me and what I would have to do to earn my place here. He was just being a nice lad, but it was so different from everything I had ever seen that it threw me a bit. His ways of promoting loyalty are unconventional but undoubtedly effective. I have never seen a group of people so devoted to their leader before. It’s nice, actually.”  

“I hope you like it here,” Eleana expressed, “Illyrian camps can be brutal but I like to think that if you surround yourself with the right people then they can at least be bearable, enjoyable even. I give Felix a lot of shit but he’s actually my best friend, and if you stick with him then you’ll be fine. I think I would’ve hated it here if it weren’t for him.”

“Do you not like it here, Lady Eleana?” He quizzed.

“It less that I don’t like it and more that I love my home, Velaris. Growing up there with the kind of family I have is a child’s dream come true. See those figurines?” Eleana pointed to a set of wooden dragons that Felix kept on a stool near his fireplace. “My Uncle Azriel-”

“The shadowsinger?” This time it was Kaden’s turn to interrupt.

“Yes, the shadowsinger. He made them for Kaden when he was a babe. For me he made a butterfly wind chime that sings in the best wind, so I know when the best time to go flying is. My Uncle Cassian taught me how to fight so that I never had to rely on my magic. My Aunt Nesta loves me as fiercely as she loves her own children, my Aunt Elain the exact same. Even my Uncle Lucien, who has always been at odds with my father, has loved and supported me unconditionally. My Aunt Mor taught me how to dance, a skill that despite my best efforts is something I am honestly terrible at. My father,” Eleana paused, “My father is the best man I know, and best father anyone could hope for. When my parents decided to have me follow the path Felix did and train in an Illyrian camp it wasn’t possible for both the High Lady and High Lord to leave Velaris, so they compromised and that is why I live with only my mother. I don’t see him nearly as much as I wish I could, and I miss him dearly. I grew up chasing a rainbow only to be stuck in this colourless place once I turned ten.”

Tears lined her eyes at the thought of how much she missed her family.

Kaden, seeing her tears, gingerly entwined their fingers and held her hand. “I’m sorry, milady.” he said.

“Kaden?”

“Yes, Lady Eleana?”

“Please stop referring to me so formally. I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to be your friend. That is if you’ll have me despite being a tad more than strange.” She giggled lightly.

Eleana missed the way his eyes sparkled at hearing such a lovely sound, and little did she know he was as entranced by her as she was by him.

“I guess I can manage that La- I guess I can manage that Eleana.”

She took a sip of her tea and rested it on the table in front of her. When she turned to him she was startled by how close they were sitting together. Arms touching, faces only inches from each other.

Kaden realised this to, his expression changing into something unreadable.

As she leaned up, he leant down, and when their lips were nothing but a breath away from each other-

“What are you two doing in my house?”

The two Fae-Illyrians sprang apart at the voice of Felix, who was standing arms crossed, eyebrows raised, drenched in rain and leaning on the frame of his front door.

Both stared at him in horror and didn’t say a word.

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Cole x Inquisitor fic

Another Cole x Fem! Inquisitor fic that I wrote on a whim. (It’s only one chapter & about 2,500 words)

Warning: its pure fluff. like, 101% Fluff. Also, read my AO3 notes if you have time. Might explain some things.

You can read it here at AO3, or below. Enjoy! (Feedback Appreciated)


SUMMARY:

There was but a single place in Skyhold which offered solitude to inquisitor Amara Lavellan. It was a small alcove, by no means particularly impressive in anyone’s terms, but it was secluded and contained a certain ethereal and organic charm which she had missed ever since her departure from her clan.

For quite awhile this particular spot had been a place of isolation. However, as par recent events, the small haven which Amara had claimed as her own was now frequently visited by yet another wayward patron; a somewhat odd, yet strangely endearing, spirit named Cole.

And the inquisitor found she did not mind his company one bit. 

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Roasted carrot ‘N’ chickpea wrap.


1 large tortilla or wrap

2 cups butter lettuce

1-2 romaine lettuce leaves

½ cup crunchy chickpeas (recipe follows)

2-3 roasted carrots (recipe follows)

½ avocado

¼ cup cilantro

½ cup water

1 tsp. brown rice vinegar

Salt to taste


For the chickpeas:

1 can chickpeas (rinsed, drained and patted dry)

1 tbsp. coconut or olive oil

½ tsp. cumin

½ tsp. garlic powder

½ tsp. cinnamon

¼ tsp. salt

¼ tsp. smoked paprika or cayenne

1/8 tsp. turmeric

Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Toss dry chickpeas with oil and roast on an ungreased baking sheet for 35 minutes. Gently shake pan 2-3 times while chickpeas are roasting so that they bake evenly. Set aside.

For the carrots:

2-3 medium carrots, halved and thinly sliced

½ tbsp. coconut or olive oil

¼ tsp. salt


Coat thinly sliced carrots with oil of choice and season with salt. Place on an ungreased baking sheet and bake at 400 degrees Fahrenheit for about 30 minutes. Chickpeas and carrots may be cooked at the same time.

While the carrots and chickpeas roast, make the dressing. In a blender combine the avocado, cilantro, water, vinegar and salt to taste and blend on high until creamy. In a large bowl mix the avocado dressing with the butter lettuce and ½ cup roasted chickpeas. In a large wrap or tortilla place 1-2 large romaine lettuce leaves, next the seasoned butter lettuce and chickpeas, and finally the roasted carrots. Wrap tightly, slice in half and serve immediately.

The bento box was one that was bought from home, that much was obvious. Yosuke could tell from the worn scratches on the sides and the slightly off colour lid. Complete with a pair of chopsticks and held together with a crimped elastic band —grey, of course, everything about the box screamed Souji.

Yosuke lifted his head to his friend, and at the other’s expectant look, undid the elastic band and opened the lid.

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