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Ilya woke up later than usual, usual being anyways super late. He liked to sleep until sundown, Shane had scolded him for it multiple times since Ilya missed prayers while he was sleeping through the day.
We washed his face and brushed his teeth with his kitkat tooth paste. Going down to the kitchen he could smell Shane’s cooking, as he round the corner of the staircase he saw his husband hard at work making food. Ilya snuck up behind him and hugged him around his waist.
“Hmm what did you make?”
“Grilled meat and tempura, and I was gonna ask you to get the bread while I make the rice?”
Ilya smiled and went to kiss Shane, Shane pushed Ilya away
“Go get the bread.”
Ilya huffed and settled for kissing his husbands hand as he went to get bread.
Ilya was at the store buying bread and some other stuff for his own self indulgence, he got a message from Shane.
Shanya 🔥🩷🍑
‘ get a lot of bread ‘
Ilya
‘👍’
Ilya moved back to the bakery side of the supermarket and put 5 more bags of bread into the cart next to his vodka and pork free gummies.
On his way home he hummed to himself, he checked the time to see 2 hours left and rolled his eyes in annoyance. It was only the 7th day of Ramadan and it felt like forever. Why did they have to work, it made no sense to him. He kept complaining to himself on his way home, finally coming in to see his beautiful husband and all those complaints flew out the window.
“Bread.” Ilya lifts the two plastic bags of bread, Shane looks back and smiles.
“Okay put them in that box please..”
Ilya looks to where Shane is pointing and puts the bread, before joining Shane in the kitchen. He dipped his finger in the rice and licked the starchy rice water, without swallowing.
“Needs salt.”
“I can’t add too much it’s for kids and old people.”
Ilya paused for a second, remembering Shane had volunteered for Iftar fest at their nearby mosque.
Ilya groaned and let out a mutter of a swear word in Russian which made Shane slap his wrist.
“Stop swearing!”
“god, I am fasting..” Ilya muttered under his breath. (Rough translation for “اللهم إني صايم” for my fellow Arabic speakers)
Shane started placing the food in Tupperware and large food insulators, Ilya pouted and sat on one of the kitchen chairs.
“Why don’t you help me?”
Ilya gets up, he waits for instructions from Shane who points at the rice.
“Pack it up in that insulator.”
Ilya nods and does the task at hand, as he finishes Shane is also done with everything else. Shane wipes sweat from his forehead and puts the last of everything in the box.
“Hey could you make the vimto while I pray Asur?”
“You did not pray yet?” Ilya lifts an eyebrow, it was rare for Shane to be this late at praying.
Shane nods and sighs tired as he goes to pray. Ilya takes out the stuff for the vimto and quickly makes it, he can’t taste it so he hopes it’s a good ratio. He adds it to the stuff in the box, and adds a bag of dates as well.
Shane comes back, he hands Ilya a thobe that’s freshly ironed. “Wear this, does it fit you? It’s for Eid, I want to get the clothes done beforehand.”
“You tailor without me?” Ilya said as he pulls it on, on top of his shirt.
“No I just have your measurements memorized, if it’s missing anything I’ll get it fixed.”
Shane started picking and analyzing the thobe on Ilya to make sure it didn’t need any adjustments.
“Is good..”
“Okay great, on the first day we go to my parents and then the second day at Hayden’s okay?”
Ilya nodded as he slipped off his thobe, he gave it to Shane who hung it back on the hanger so it doesn’t wrinkle.
About an hour before Maghreb, Shane was carrying the box with Ilya to the trunk of his car.
“Why do you have to volunteer Shane, I want to eat at home when we go I eat nothing..”
Ilya huffed and complained as he closed the trunk, Shane started the car and didn’t suffice Ilya with a reply until they sat in the car.
“Because Ilya, I like to do these things and also you eat plenty your just made you canr eat McDonald’s for fatur..”
“Why can’t I it makes no sense!”
“Because it’s greasy!”
They bicker up until they’re nearing the mosque, Shane parks the car and Ilya carries the box to the table with the rest of the foods. One of the volunteers told Ilya and Shane to sit down in the designated area, they sat down and Ilya nudged his husband.
“Did you see what happened with Seiba and Mahmoud-“
“Ilya no, we are not gossiping right before we break our fast. Why don’t you make dua or something?”
“Ugh so boring..”
Ilya leans his hand against his palm and blows a raspberry at his husband who just sighs and closes eyes and goes back to making dua.
“You know dua before breaking your fast gets accepted?” Shane says after a minute or two, Ilya opens one eye and sighs before nodding.
“Ya Allah I want uh my boring husband to finally give me attention..”
Ilya scowls as he mutters his dua, Shane rolls his eyes. “Why do I even try with you..” he chuckles softly, he pinches Ilyas cheek and goes back to his dua.
It was almost Maghreb time, Shane had his plate ready in front of him and his date and ayran already assembled, the date with its seed out and everything. Ilya on the other hand had just dumped a bunch of samosas and meat onto his plate, and stolen half a date from Shane.
“I want something sweet to break my fast” Ilya looked up at Shane, who looked around the table to find something for Ilya but he was caught off by the adthan and a sudden kiss from Ilya.
“W what was that?”
“I wanted something sweet.”
Shane blushed, he wanted to act mad but he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’re so cheesy..” Shane after eating his dates, Ilya smirked and kicked Shane’s foot under the table, he couldn’t reply because he was too busy stuffing food into his mouth. so much for acting cool.