#Shut up! Someone's chopping onions...

[a-shy-mimiktwo]

[polly-pocket13]

ramen

katsuki bakugou x reader

It was 1 am in the morning, when you were standing in a pajama and with your headphones on in the kitchen. Currently, you were cutting spring onions for your ramen while you were singing along to a song. 

All because you previously overslept dinner with your classmates. You were so tired from your workout after school that you felt asleep at 7 pm and woke up six hours later, pretty hungry. That's why you're in the kitchen at one in the morning making ramen.

The next thing you did was cut your finger because you weren't paying attention when you chopped the ingredients.

“Ah, shit.” you cursed quietly. 

“It surprises me that this took so long.” you quietly heard Bakugous voice behind you.

You turned around and looked confused at Bakugou who was standing at the door. You put down your headphones and asked him, “What do you mean, and why are you awake at 2 am?” 

“Firstly, I could ask you the same question, so why are awake at 2 am, dancing, singing in the kitchen and making ramen? Secondly, the way you're cutting things is terrifying, so it's a surprise that you cut your finger now and not earlier. You can be happy that you just cut your finger and nothing else happened.” he told you. 

“Tzz, Dickhead. I am hungry, that's the reason, I am making ramens. And my cutting isn't terrifying.” you said and held your finger under running cold water.

You blushed.

How long he has been watching you?

“Show me your finger.” he said.

He was now standing behind you.

“It isn't that bad.” you said, turned around to him and showed your best friend your finger.

He covered your cut with a band-aid.  You had goose bumps everywhere because he was so close.

You had a crush on your best friend Bakugou since the middle school, but you know he doesn't feel the same way for you.

This is the reason why you wouldn't ever reveal your feelings to him.

“Thank you.” you said and walked to the countertop, and slowly started to cut the ingredients for your ramen again.

“Like I said, terrifying.” he told you again and got behind you. “Let me help you.” he said and laid his hand on yours and helped you to cut your ingredients. 

To be honest, only he was cutting the ingredients, and you just tried to breathe and also held the knife as he was so fucking close to you. 

You could feel his breath on your neck. 

“See, not that hard.” he told you as he finished cutting all the ingredients. 

You said, “I could do it myself.”

“Sure, you could. But maybe you would have lost a finger.” he said and smirked.

You turned around so that you could look him in the eyes. His face was really close to yours.  “Shut up, Kacchan. Sometimes, you are a Jerk.” you mumbled. 

“Being a Jerk is a full-time job.” he only said and moved even closer to you.

What the fuck is he doing.

“You didn't tell me why you are awake at 1 am.” you said and tried to win some space, what didn't work out. “Couldn't sleep, there was someone on my mind.” he answered and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Who?” you asked. 

“Sometimes you are really dumb, nerd.” he said and closed the space between your lips.

Maybe it was fate that you overslept the dinner.

a/n: I'm not sure if I really like it, maybe I'll delete it later on.

[writingoddess1125]

1999 Pt 6

Kurt Wagner x Fem Reader

Some Angst, Sad Topics, Mild Domestic Violence

Reader has Empath abilities and can feel others emotions, her mind can not be read either, and if she touches someone she can make them feel what feel what she feels.

Marvel Masterlist <<

Kofi

(Y/N) stood in her kitchen angrily chopping down on some vegetables. Her lips a thin tight line as she minced some onion like it had wronged her.

It had been a shit show to say the least.

Kurt's little stunt of immediately outing himself as Milo and Leon's father had turned her livingroom into what could only be described as a emotional battle ground... that turned into a physical one.

Sure the first few seconds may have been silently as it felt like a vacuum had sucked out all the air in the room.

It was then that Milo had been the first to take action breaking the still room, rolling up from his seat next to (Y/N) as he smoothed out invisible imperfections in his clothes like he was a professional. His face like stone making it unreadable as he looked to all the adults in the room and wished them a good evening, going as far as to shake Xaviers hand. His emotions which had been a rolling tirade seemed to have just shut off at the sight of Kurt-

Poor Xavier normally a rational man seemed just as surprised as he shook Milo's hand silently as the teen left the livingroom, shifting to his humanoid form and walking out of the house silently, the poor Professor hand still hanging in the air were Milo had left it.

(Y/N), Xavier, Jean, Logan and Kurt staring at the front door where Milo had just left- Before the adults eyes all shifted to Leon who was still standing there- His eyes staring at Kurt still as he seemed to be shaking a bit, so many emotions going across his face that it was overwhelming...

(Y/N) Just starting to come out of her own shock tried to reach out to her remaining son, but when her fingers touched him he recoiled like she had burned him, his eyes starting to shimmer with tears.

Stepping back once, then again as if they would all attack him if he moved too fast... Before his tail tucked between his legs, and he Bamf away in a second.

...

This lead to (Y/N) doing the first thing that came to her mind..

Throwing the nearest thing at Kurt- Aka a Table Lamp.

And try to jump over the coffee table to strangle the blue elf who had been dazed by the lamp...

Of course having several X-Men with two of the most powerful telepaths probably on earth it was fairly quick to get the now screaming women down- Kurt having not reacted fast enough to the lamp being thrown trying to recover as Jean and Xavier tried to get her calm. Logan knowing when it was a queue to leave- Helping Kurt up and out of the house.

It had been a bit of a blur after that, from the emotional unleash that (Y/N) displayed- To Jean also crying and asking for forgiveness in the part she played in this cluster fuck. Then (Y/N) kicking the two telepaths put of her home- Xavier apologizing of course and trying to ease the tension as he escorted Jean out of the home to leave (Y/N) to her own devices.

And now she was in the kitchen angrily cooking away, in her kitchen. Her mind racing with what part of her life she needed to deal with first.

Her Past coming back like a giant blue pimple on her ass- Her son's who had disapeared and possibly hate her? Or the own heart break that seemed to rear its ugly head again everytime she looked at the blue pimple asshole fucker fuck fuck!!..

She didn't know why cooking was what she decided would ease her brain- Most would think screaming, crying, stoically staring at a wall.. but nope- Chopping vegetables seemed to be it.

In the background the soft sound of a door opening and closing, and heavy steps coming towards her. Hearing the soft sound of padded feet hitting lamonated tile (Y/N) didn't need to look to know who it was- Kurt standing next to her awkwardly as he held a bag of frozen vegetables to his head were the lamp had oh so gracefully connected.

"...I... wish to apologize.. again" Kurt said softly, setting a box of beer on the counter not far from were she was cutting the vegetables-

It was definitely a risk to bring alcohol to a very angry Ex with a knife- However Kurt at this point didn't know what else to do... he felt like if he brought flowers (Y/N) may shove them in a place he really didn't want-

(Y/N) paused her actions taking a deep breath, setting the knife down and grabbed a can of beer which she silently opened, taking a sip of as Kurt grabbed one as well doing the same for his own drink.

Both adults now drinking beer in a partly destroyed house. Kurt couldn't help but be at least mildly impressed- She'd defiently caught him by surprise.

"...I threw a lamp at you"

(Y/N) finally said, seemingly finally coming to terms with the last few hours.

"Ja.. You did"

The two of them stood in silence again, Kurt pulling the homemade ice pack away and setting it next to him.

"I shouldn't have done.. many thing- Showing myself... leaving you... it was.. unfair to you" Kurt mumbled, glancing to (Y/N) as he watched her sip her beer once more, her face fairly unreadable.

"Yeah... I'm sorry for the Lamp-"

Kurt couldn't help but chuckle at this, for some reason finding it a bit funny. Even (Y/N) cracked a slight smile at this as she looked down at her beer can and nodded silently.

Silence again..

"Do you.. need help with dinner?" Kurt offered, Gesturing to the mess of vegetables. (Y/N) also looking at her minced masterpiece, drinking more of her beer and sighing heavily.

"Honestly- I have no idea what I was planning on making. I think I was just chopping stuff for the sake of it" She admitted, Kurt nodding understanding silently Thanking God that she had taken her anger on the vegetables.

"When do you think they will.. return?"

(Y/N) shrugged, clearly deflated at this point as she leaned against the counter top finishing her drink and grabbing another sadly.

"They can teleport farther then you and it can be a real pain to find them when they don't wanna be found.. so it's best to wait it out"

"How far?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. (Y/N) smiling at this as she shook her head once more-

"So far they have gone about 20 miles"

Oh how Kurt looked to (Y/N) with pure joy on his face, a boyish laugh bubbling through him.

"20 Miles!? That 32 Kilometers! Ha!" He said as he clapped his hands together excitedly, for a moment he forgot about the problems that weighed on him- He couldn't help but let pride bubble in his chest, his sons were already amazing!

"Mhm.." (Y/N) hummed, drinking more of her beer as she stared at nothing. Kurt realizing right now may not be the best time to be bubbling in joy at his new found sons, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked to his former lover.

Awkward silence again. (Y/N) finished her beer and sat up suddently, tossing her two cans in the trash.

"I'll order food... the boys will be back eventually and probably be hungry" She said rather matter of factly- turning away from Kurt as she went to find some take out menus

"Ja.. That sounds like a good idea..." He mumbled clasping his hands together infront of himself awkwardly.

Lord Help Me...

The two of them didn't speak again to each other- Not when food had been ordered, nor delivered or when the two of them awkwardly sat in the livingroom to eat.

The food was no better then ash in either of their mouths, silently chewing on the oily food. It was awkward.. so very very awkward-

However in a weird way Kurt felt like this awkward feeling (and the knot on his forehead) were little in the price of penance for leaving (Y/N) and his children... It was a small price after all he had done- or more correctly what his inaction had done.

He had so many questions.. He wanted to know what the twins were like, their interest, what their birthdays were, what (Y/N) had been through, if she had photos of those major events in their lives.

(Y/N) stopped eating as she rubbed her face with a heavy sigh.

"Ask Kurt.. You forget I can feel your emotions"

Kurt blushed a big, his cheeks turning purple at forgetting she could feel what he was.

"Leid (Sorry).."

At this small glimmer of what he hoped was forgiveness he asked away every question that came to his mind about his children.. Sitting there, intensely listening to (Y/N) as she told him everything- well everything involving the children, seemingly ignoring anything that had to do with herself.

From their favorite foods, colors, stories of their life, Kurt found himself pleasantly surpsied at how forthcoming she was with this information. Happy to know as much as he could, even chuckling at a few stories he had been told about his offsprings.

"Thank you (Y/N).. I do have to know, Why Milo and Leon? A Soilder and a Lion- Quite strong names"

"That I'll keep to myself-" (Y/N) said calmly, Kurt deciding not to pry any further and nodding. After that it went back to silence, Dinner was finished- Leftovers placed on the counter in hopes of enticing the teenagers. (Y/N) was even generous enough to allow Kurt to sleep on the couch that evening. Before she disapeared down the hallway into her own room- Doubting she was sleeping...

So now Kurt sat in the dark livingroom-

He couldn't sleep.. not in the fucking slightest.

Sitting up he rubbed his face, In times like this his faith felt like his only anchor.. Truly his Hail Mary.

His rosary in his hand as he counted the beads and prayed... He prayed for forgiveness... He prayed for his sons not to hate him... For (Y/N) for give him... Or just for his sons to return soon.

eins.. zwei... drei... vier... fünf

His mind went back to his boys however between his counting of the holy beads.

...Milo favorite color is Red like the Chicago Bulls... He loves Basketball, His favorite food is Strawberries...

sechs.. sieben... acht... neun... zeun..

He had good grades, likes to read a lot since he says it makes him relaxed and his favorite music is R & B.. He Likes the group Dru Hill ..

eins.. zwei... drei... vier... fünf

..Leon favorite color is Yellow because he thinks his eyes are cool.. He loves to skateboard, and his favorite food is spaghetti with extra cheese and ranch...

sechs.. sieben... acht... neun... zeun..

He is a terrible student since he can't sit still, he loves punk and rock music, his favorite band is Red Hot Chili Peppers..

Kurt's eyes began to grow heavy as he thought to himself and continue to count, his lids beginning to droop as darkness took in his vision.

eins.. zwei... drei...

As his eyes finally closed, as exhaustion of the emotional day wrapped around him-

Missing the kitchen window slowly sliding open..

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[hoshiputa]

You're mine

💌 S.Coups x female reader

📩 Request: Toxic jealous S.Coups

cw: nsfw, established relationship, jealous!scoups, slight angst, name calling, exhibitionism, arguing, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, piv sex, creampie

word count: 2.2k

It all started when your boyfriend called out for you and then stood at the edge of the pool with an open wide towel. It was summer and not cold at all, but you thought it was cute, so you just let Seungcheol wrap you up with the soft fabric.

“What's up, babe?” You asked softly, giving him a quick kiss.

“Nothing, I just wanted you to get out of there.”

You frowned with confusion, your boyfriend shooting deadly stares at every single person out there.

“What? Why?”

When you unwrapped the towel from you to use it to dry your hair, Seungcheol took it and covered you again, impatiently wrapping the towel around your body.

“Cheol…?” You started.

“Why did you have to wear such a tiny bikini?”

“Excuse me?!” You chuckled, towel resting on top of your shoulders. “I was swimming, Seungcheol.”

“But you could be wearing shorts or something,” he argued. “And don't call me Seungcheol.”

Your boyfriend had always been protective over all, but not actually jealous. Most of the time, he just trusted the fact he was a black belt in taekwondo and was training jiu-jitsu if someone ever approached you. Okay, he always had something to say about you wearing revealing or short clothing, but most of the time you just ignored it.

“You wanted me to wear shorts to the pool?”

“Yeah, what's so shocking about it?”

Your boyfriend sighed with frustration, eyebrows furrowed as he ran his hand through his hair, damp from his previous dive. He looked like a sin, exposed chest and swim shorts hanging low from his hips.

“You're just saying anything,” you scoffed, giving him back the towel. “I'm getting a drink.”

“No, I think you should dress up.”

You had just turned your back to walk towards the house, but turned back around after hearing those words.

“What?”

“It's too small,” he said as if it was obvious. “Put on some shorts or change for another bikini.”

“You've got to be fucking kidding me,” you chuckled.

Walking inside the house your boyfriend and his friends rented to spend summer, you went to the kitchen, finding a shirtless Seokmin chopping something by the sink.

“Hey, are you hungry?” He asked as you opened the fridge. “Mingyu is grilling meat. I'm preparing a salad.”

He proudly showed you a bowl full of perfectly chopped lettuce and spinach, thinly sliced cucumbers and purple onions, a wide smile on his face as you popped a soda can.

“Great job,” you gave him a thumbs up. “Should I be scared that you're this good with a knife?”

Seokmin laughed, loud as usual, making you laugh along with him as you stood by his side to watch him cut up something else.

“What's so funny?”

Seungcheol's voice made you sigh, and as he walked inside the kitchen, Seokmin's smile slowly faded as soon as he saw the older man's expression. You turned around to stare at your boyfriend, leaning against the kitchen's sink.

“Seokmin was just talking about his salad,” you said.

“And you're shitting your pants from that?”

“Cheol, we're not gonna do this,” you said firmly. “If you have a problem, say it out loud like an adult.”

“I just said and you turned your back at me,” he argued.

“No, you—”

“Guys,” Seokmin said softly.

“You never listen to me anyway,” Seungcheol shrugged.

“I'll listen if you stop talking nonsense.”

“Nonsense?!” He stepped closer to you, staring into your eyes. “You think it's nonsense?”

“Cheol—”

“Shut up, Seokmin,” he gave his friend a deadly stare. “It's none of your business.”

“Don't talk to him like that,” you said, frowning. “God, what's gotten into you today?!”

“I'll talk to people however the fuck I want.”

Seungcheol was standing just a few inches away from you, eyes fiercely staring into yours.

“Okay, but he doesn't have anything to do with this—”

“Why are you defending him anyways?” Seungcheol got even closer, lips now inches away from yours. “I bet you're getting off from knowing everyone here wants to fuck you, right?”

Your jaw dropped, and you weren't sure if you wanted to cry or punch your boyfriend in the face.

“Dude, what are you saying?” Seokmin was just as shocked as you. “I would never— No one here would ever look at your girlfriend that way.”

“Oh, miss me with the bullshit,” Seungcheol stepped away, turning his back.

Knowing him pretty well, stepping away meant he was trying not to lose his temper.

“I'm actually offended that you think of me that way,” Seokmin said.

“Ignore it, he's just being insane,” you told your friend, turning back to the sink. “Go back to your salad.”

“I'm being insane?” Seungcheol said, sarcastic smile on his face. “Then why is he popping jokes every five minutes to get your attention? It's not the first time today.”

“That's just who I am?” Seokmin said with confusion. “If you don't want anyone here to talk to your girlfriend then you shouldn't have invited her.”

Seungcheol went towards Seokmin, staring into the other's eyes.

“Don't think I won't beat you up just because we're friends,” he threatened. “Keep up with your shit and you'll see what happens.”

“I think you should calm down,” you said, pushing your boyfriend away.

Seokmin stood there motionless, not because he was scared, but because he probably felt betrayed that his long term friend didn't trust him.

When Seungcheol looked at you, he was almost foaming at the mouth as he spoke in between teeth.

“I'll calm down once you get fucking dressed.”

Seungcheol didn't even raise his voice. He didn't have to. If it was anyone else, they would've already pissed their pants and went home crying. But that was your boyfriend for three years now, you knew exactly how things worked with him. So you went to the living room, Seungcheol right behind you.

“They're literally your friends. And everyone has been nothing but respectful—”

“Oh, yeah, I saw how respectfully Wonwoo stared at your ass when you got out of the pool,” he said sarcastically.

“I'm sure he didn't do that.”

“I literally saw it!”

“Okay, whatever, why does it matter?” You shrugged. “It's not like he tried anything or—”

“Why does it matter? You must have lost your fucking mind.” He sneered at you.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” You said with irritation, voice slightly raising.

“I just don't want them looking at your body.”

“You're fucking crazy,” you said nonchalantly. “We're swimming. It's summer. People wear bikinis.”

“I didn't fucking ask,” Seungcheol looked scarily calm. “Go put on some clothes.”

You laughed sarcastically, still not believing his words.

“I'm not changing just because you're insecure.”

That seemed to make him snap. If his eyes could turn red, they would've. Seungcheol slowly got closer, eyes glued to yours.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“That's where jealousy comes from. Insecurity,” you shrugged.

Seungcheol grabbed you by the chin, lips inches away from yours.

“Get upstairs.”

You laughed at his face.

“I'm not going anywhere.”

“You're getting upstairs because I fucking told you so,” he spat the words. “Otherwise I'll take you out and fuck you right in front of everyone since you like to show-off so much.”

Your body temperature raised as you stared into your boyfriend's eyes, his words echoing in the back of your head. It was a pattern you had to work on; every time he got angry, it went straight down your pussy, thighs clenching and all.

“Oh, did I upset you, Cheollie?”

Your lips crashed, your boyfriend eager as his hands grabbed tight around your waist, pushing his body against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, Seungcheol's hand gripping so tight at your ass it made you moan against his lips.

“Cheol—” You gasped as he sucked at the skin in your neck. “Let's go upstairs—”

“Now you want to go upstairs?”

Seungcheol held tighter around your waist, pushing you against the sofa. You laid down with your heart racing, your boyfriend getting on top of you with a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Wait— What if someone sees us?”

“Isn't that what you want?” He leaned down, lips pressed to your ear. “My pretty little attention whore.”

Shivers went down your spine as he bit on your neck, gasps escaping from your lips and your shaking hands going through his hair. He sucked on your skin hard enough to leave marks, heat growing in between your legs.

“Seriously— Ah!”

Seungcheol had pulled your bikinis top to the sides, exposing your boobs to suck on your nipples.

“Weren't you all over Wonwoo? You won't mind if he sees me sucking your tits, will you?”

“Please— Not here—”

“Wow, you're polite all of a sudden?”

Your boyfriend slipped his hand inside your bikini bottom as you desperately put your top back in place, looking over your head at the giant glass window from where the sun came in and you could see the pool.

Fortunately, they were probably all gathered outside at the table by the grill, but if anyone decided they wanted to go swimming, you'd be fucked. Not in a good way.

“Cheol, what if—”

Seungcheol started rubbing your clit, your cunt getting wet in seconds as you gripped onto his shoulders.

“I'm just gonna show you how insecure I am,” he smirked, fingers brushing at your entrance.

“Let's go—”

You were stopped by your boyfriend untying one side of your bikini bottoms, pulling the rest to the side and exposing you right in the middle of the living room in a house where six other people could walk in at any moment.

“Shit, don't—”

You swallowed dry as Seungcheol started moving down, hands softly caressing your hips before he went down in between your legs, leaving open mouth kisses in your inner thighs.

“Fuck, no…” You moaned, his fingers playing with your cunt.

“Are you scared Seokmin might see us?”

Seungcheol's lips were really close to your cunt when he spoke, his warm breathing hitting against your core, making your toes curl.

“Anyone could see us—”

Your hand almost smacked your mouth when Cheol wrapped his lips around your folds, sucking hard on your clit, slurping your juices. Your legs trembled as you looked up once again, then at the kitchen’s door, waiting for someone to walk in.

Cheol didn't seem to care, wet sounds from his lips against your dripping cunt taking over the room as you pressed your hand tight against your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“You looked really pretty with this bikini,” his tongue brushed against your entrance. “But your wet pussy looks better. And they can't have it.”

Cheol pushed one of his fingers inside your cunt, softly stretching your entrance. Your back arched, your heart skipping a beat when you heard Mingyu's laugh, followed by Seokmin's high pitched scream.

“Oh, God—” You whispered.

Giving in, you held tight onto your boyfriend's hair, shoving his face harder into your wet cunt to try to make him go faster. Instead of working harder, he simply grabbed one of your calves and placed your leg on top of his shoulder.

With your pussy spread out to him, you let Cheol’s finger fuck into you as his tongue sucked on your clit so hard you felt your soul almost leaving your body.

“Babe— A room—” You whined.

Cheol surprised you by pushing a second finger in, still sucking hard at your clit, heat pooling down your core as you squirmed under him. Losing yourself, you closed your eyes and let him stretch you out, his fingers hitting just right as you gripped onto the sofa's armrest. Cheol’s soft lips felt like heaven, especially when he started moving his head faster.

You just didn't expect him to pull out his cock and shove into you without a warning, his thickness stretching you out so good you let a loud and clear moan escape from your lips.

Desperate, you once again looked around, checking every exit and window, your friends nowhere to be seen.

“What? Want them to watch me fucking you?”

Seungcheol grabbed your chin, making you stare into his eyes, and when you held tight around his neck and wrapped your legs around his hips, it was just you, him, and the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You got lost into the sensation of his thick tip hitting deep, every thrust making you bite hard onto your own lip to keep quiet.

“You're. All. Mine.”

Every pause of his previous words turned into a hard, deep pound, your legs turning into jelly as you opened yourself even more to him. You didn't want to open your eyes, because you were pretty sure you'd end up seeing a crowd watching your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion, anxiety mixing with the feeling of your walls tightening around your boyfriend's big cock.

“Fuck—” You whispered, scratching his back. “Cheol— I'm—”

Your back arched as the wave of pleasure hit you like a punch in the stomach, leaving you breathless and almost paralyzed as Seungcheol started thrusting even harder, your sensitive clit and walls pulsing. You held onto him as you felt Cheol's cock fill you up with his cum, leaking as he kept thrusting until there was nothing left.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “That's what you needed, right?”

Seungcheol grabbed your face, your cheeks squeezed into his hand as he breathed hard while staring deeply into your eyes.

“Never forget you're mine.”

[fandomwe1rd0]

No no no no shut up shut your face I swear to god I'm not crying someone is just chopping onions

HIS FACE WHEN MORTY FELL IN HE WAS SO WORRIED

"I'm afraid if I jumped into a hole, you wouldn't even bother jumping in after me! You'd just stay there and watch!"

THE WAY HE ONLY LOOKED AROUND FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE MAKING HIS DECISION THE WAY THE TIMELINE DIDN'T SPLIT WHICH MEANS HE WAS 100% ABOUT SAVING MORTY'S LIFE OVER HIS THE WAY HE HAD NO WAY OF COMING BACK TO LIFE AT THIS TIME! I AM NOT OKAY!

THOSE WERE GOING TO BE HIS LAST WORDS!? HIS DYING WORDS WOULD BE FOR MORTY TO BE A BETTER PERSON THAN HIM?! THAT WAS ALL HE WANTED?! OH MY GOD WHO'S CUTTING ONIONS?! STOP!

[wavypotatochips]

and for the mbappe recognition, can I request kylian's brother ethan feeling upset bc of how media pressures him to be like his older brother but he doesn't want to worry his family so he keeps it a secret, for some reason he feels like he can open up to kylian's gf and she gives him a pep talk saying he's gonna make his own legacy and accidentally kylian overhears it and feels so happy his little brother trusts her and how nice she is to him that he falls in love with her even more. u can give it ur own spin, this is just an idea, thank u in advance 💓

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1.5k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: SLAAAAAY MORE MBAPPE RECOGNITION!!! Of course I don't mind writing about anyone, but more Neymar and Mbappe please c; teehee Thank you so much for requesting!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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Kylian asked you earlier in the day if you would mind picking up his younger brother from futebal practice because he wouldn't be able to, and of course you didn't mind. When it was time to pick him up from futebal practice, you did so and brought him home. Considering how much Ethan loved to stay to himself, you did not give his abnormally quiet conduct much attention, but you could still sense something was off. Ethan is currently in the living room scrolling through his phone as you are currently preparing dinner.

Ethan fiddles with his hair as he lets out another sigh seeing a sports channel talk about his performances and comparing him to his brother once more. Ethan is proud of his brother and will always be his number 1 supporter, but he hates how he always gets compared to Kylian. He especially hates when grown men on the sports channel talk about how he isn't good and he would never be like his brother. He tries his hardest to ignore the harsh criticism, but when you constantly hear about it- it tends to build up until you cannot take it anymore. This has been going on for a while now, and the one time he tried to talk to one of his teammates who he considered a best friend, he told him to just ‘try and brush it off’ as the media will always be negative. Well, he tried to listen to his best friend but as a 16 year old, it's not surprising that it can not simply be ignored when it feels as if the public only likes you because they think they have the potential to see your brother. He felt as if when people look at him, all they think about is Kylian Mbappe, not Ethan Mbappe. He begins to contemplate if he should talk to you or not because he does not want to worry you, but he knew you were someone he could rely on. You and his brother have been dating for 3 years now, and anytime there was a minor convince- you always helped him no matter what. He shuts off his phone, deciding it is best to talk to you and begins to make his way into the kitchen.

You were preparing dinner as he was debating what to do. You put on some music and begin to prep your ingredients, carefully chopping and measuring everything. The kitchen smells amazing as you sauté garlic and onions in olive oil, adding in diced tomatoes and a sprinkle of spices.

Next, you start on the main course. You're making grilled chicken marinated in a savory mixture of soy sauce, honey, and ginger. You pat the chicken dry and place it on the grill, watching as it sizzles and cooks to perfection. While the chicken is cooking, you start on the side dish. You're making roasted sweet potatoes with a hint of cinnamon and brown sugar. You slice the sweet potatoes into thin rounds, toss them in a mixture of spices and oil, and place them in the oven to bake.

You can hear Ethan's footsteps when he enters the kitchen, indicating that the music was not played at an excessive volume. "It smells nice," he says as he takes a seat on the bar stool. You smile hearing his compliment, "I'm making chicken and roasted potatoes with asparagus for us!  Although your brother is supposed to arrive home later than expected, I don't think we should go hungry until then, am I right?," you chuckle. He scratches the side of his head and nods in agreement before saying, "Hey ummm... Can we talk for a moment, Y/N.... ,"  he murmurs the final phrase, "There's been something that just has been bothering me." 

 "Of course," you say, sensing that he wants to open up to you about something personal. 

 "It's just that...I feel like I'm always being compared to Kylian, you know? Everyone's always asking me if I'm going to be as good as him or just the media constantly nagging my every move. If I mess up just once I just get so much hate, and it's like...I don't know if I can live up to that."

 You nod sympathetically. "I can imagine that's a lot of pressure. But you don't have to be Kylian, you know? You can be your own player." 

"But that's the thing," Ethan says, looking frustrated. "I want to be my own player, but it feels like everyone's always talking about how I compare to him. Even I do it to myself sometimes."

 "Well, you're not alone," you say, trying to reassure him. "Lots of people compare themselves to others, but it's not always a helpful way to think. You're talented in your own right, and you don't have to measure up to anyone else's standards.” 

Ethan seems to relax a little, nodding along. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's hard not to think about it when it's all people ever talk about."

"I get that," you say as you walk over to grab two plates from the counter. "But you should focus on your own progress and improvement, not what other people think or say.  And even though you're young, you have such a huge opportunity to keep on learning and growing as a player. You have so much potential and you're constantly improving."

"But I keep making mistakes," he says with a sigh as he watches you beginning to prep the plates.

"Mistakes are a part of learning.You're going to make mistakes, but that doesn't mean you're not good enough. It means you're growing and learning. You have so much potential, and I believe in you. Just keep practicing, keep pushing yourself, and don't worry about what anyone else thinks or says. You're doing great." You speak while you put food on both plates, along with a fork and a knife, on each plate. 

 He stays quiet for a moment as he takes in the words that you tell him. A small smile appears on his face, seeming to feel a little better. "Thanks. I guess I just need to work harder."

You take both plates and set them both on the kitchen island, moving one over to Ethan as you explain, "You don't need to work harder, you just need to believe in yourself."

"And if you're really upset about it, you can always talk to Kylian about it," you say as you start chopping the roasted chicken into smaller pieces. " We both know how unfavorable the media can be toward him, and I am not a futebol star like you, so my advice may not be the greatest."

Ethan looks thoughtful. "Yeah, I guess I could talk to him about it. Thanks for listening, though. I feel like I can trust you.” He takes a bite of the asparagus.

 "Of course I'm always here if you need to talk! And even though I'm not the best futebol player, if you ever need someone to talk to or to practice with, I'm here for you. I mean who knows, maybe I'll just cross you up." You both laugh, knowing that you could definitely not do that.

When you two were eating the delicious supper you had prepared, neither of you realized that Kylian had arrived home earlier than intended and had heard all you said.

Kylian quietly opens the front door of his house and makes his way to the kitchen. As he approaches, he can hear the sound of your voice, and his younger brother's voice responding. Curiosity piqued, he peeks around the corner and sees you sitting with his brother, giving him some advice and offering some kind words. He doesn't want to interrupt, so he decides to listen in. As he hears you speak, he can't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for you. You have always been a kind and caring person, but to see you taking the time to give his brother such motivational words is truly inspiring. Kylian takes a step back and leans against the wall, listening in to the conversation. He hears you tell his brother that he's capable of anything he sets his mind to, that he has so much potential, and that he doesn't need to compare himself to anyone else. Kylian can see the look of appreciation on his brother's face, and he can feel his own love for you grow even stronger. He thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life, and how grateful he is for all the times you have encouraged him and supported him. He thinks about how you have always been there for him, through thick and thin, and how you always believed in him even when he didn't believe in himself.

In that moment, Kylian knows that he's found someone truly special, someone who brings out the best in him and in those around her. He knows that he'll always be grateful for your love and support, and he can't wait to see where your journey together will take you two.

[faytelumos]

Rescue

I have absolutely no idea why I hadn't planned on posting this.

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Hero closed the fridge door again, empty-handed. Their options were meager and time-consuming, and they didn't have the energy tonight.

They limped to the cupboard and opened it, their eyes falling to the crackers. They pulled out the box, and it felt like they were on their last sleeve. They… could probably hold off. It was late enough by now they could just go to bed. They could save the crackers for breakfast. If they combined it with a coffee, they could probably make it through to the afternoon.

They set the crackers back in the cabinet and closed the door. They flicked off the lights as they hobbled past, keeping a hand along the wall for stability and guidance. Their stomach growled despondently, and they limped into their room. Falling into bed was a relief, and they were exhausted enough to fall asleep within half an hour.

Their front door opened.

Hero flinched awake, heart pounding, ears straining. Was it a dream? Were they imagining—

Someone was moving in their living room. In their kitchen.

Hero slowly got out of bed, trembling, breathing hard. They strained, avoiding putting their weight on their bad leg, and did their best to sneak to the door. They turned the handle carefully as the intruder opened their fridge. Ha, were they only here to steal groceries? Then they came to the wrong apartment.

The light was on in the kitchen. Hero braced a hand on the door, moving slowly, deliberately. Closer, quietly, so they could see the open fridge door—

Villain turned away from the fridge, grabbed a jug of milk off of the floor, and turned to put it in the fridge.

Hero stared as Villain packed eggs and ground beef and a head of lettuce and a bunch of carrots into the fridge. They looked to the front door, which was again closed, to the doorframe that looked perfectly intact. They looked to the grocery bags, to the meat and vegetables on the counter, next to the stove.

"Are you going to keep hiding like a shadow?" Villain asked, closing the fridge and putting away pasta and rice and condiments. Hero hesitated before limping into the light.

"What are you doing here?" Hero said lowly. They tried their best to stand upright, to be threatening. If the organization knew they'd let Villain into their home, there'd be hell to pay.

Villain paused, then looked over their shoulder at Hero.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" They shook their head, turning back to the cupboards. "Get off that ankle." Hero bristled.

"Get out of my house," they threatened. Villain wiggled their fingers and ooed mockingly.

"Oh, my, I'd better not cross the starving, injured, sleep-deprived Hero." They packed away a loaf of bread. "I'd be in for a real thrashing."

"I mean it!"

Villain closed the cabinet door sharply, looking directly at Hero. Hero flinched at the sharp sound and movement.

"Sit. Down."

"Make me," Hero whispered. They knew they weren't good for a fight right now, but if they didn't try—

Villain marched straight for them. Hero took up a modified stance, keeping their weight off of their bad leg, and when Villain got to them they struck. Villain deflected the blow with ease and then grabbed Hero sharply by the ear.

"Ow! Ow!"

"Shut up."

Villain pushed them back into a chair, then went for the stove. They turned on the heat and drizzled some oil Hero didn't own into a pan. Hero watched, a little mesmerized, as Villain started cutting up an onion. They did something weird, not cutting it all the way through on one side, and they didn't so much as sniffle as they chopped it up into little pieces. Then they dumped it into the pan, and Hero listened to it sizzle as Villain got started on a tomato.

"What are you doing?" Hero asked again. Villain barely spared a look over their shoulder.

"I'm making you something to eat." Hero blinked, breathing deeper around the tension in their chest.

"W-why?" Villain dumped the diced tomato into the pan next, then grabbed some spices Hero had never seen before.

"Because you can't heal a sprained ankle on crackers and soda."

Hero looked down at the tabletop. Why was Villain doing this? Was this a ploy? It had to be a trick; they wanted something. If Hero ate this, they'd owe Villain.

"Whatever it is you want me to do, I won't," they rasped.

"You mean eat a proper fucking meal?" Villain said smartly without turning. They stirred the veggies Oh, jeez, it already smelled great.

"This is a trick," Hero whispered.

"The only trick is getting the horse to drink water," Villain replied. Hero's stomach growled loudly at that moment. There was barely anything in the pan and it already smelled amazing.

"I, you can't fool me," Hero tried weakly. "I'm, you can't just buy me with food." Villain laughed, throwing their head back slightly as they did.

"Oh, baby," Villain chuckled, looking to Hero in the weak light, "even if you were right, you'd be wrong." They just kept chuckling, and Hero watched as they opened up a package of ground beef.

Hero watched, once again hypnotized by the sight of Villain's cooking. They added in the meat and continued to stir intermittently, adding more spices and smelling the pan along the way. The kitchen was soon full of the warm, mouth-watering scent of it, and Hero's stomach growled desperately.

There was a catch. There had to be a catch. Six hours ago, Villain was dancing around Hero like they were a mere pest. The fight had been over almost before it started, and Villain had walked all over them. And now they were here, in the middle of the night, chopping cilantro on their counter.

But, God, it smelled so good. And Hero was so hungry. When was the last time they'd had a proper meal? With more than two food groups?

"What do you want?" Hero rasped. "For the food?"

"I want you to stop asking me stupid questions." Hero shut their mouth, watching the quick way Villain roughly cut the greens. They were more precise with the lettuce next, and then they stirred the pan again before producing taco shells and warming them in the steam from the meat. A moment later, they opened a bag of shredded cheese.

Hero sat silently as Villain flicked off the heat and scooped the meat into the shells. They sprinkled on some cheese and cilantro and a more generous amount of lettuce, producing four tacos in quick succession. They set them down, dug a plate out from a cupboard, and then Hero was looking at four hot, loaded tacos right in front of them.

They didn't spare another thought to the cost, lifting up the first carefully. They took a bite, mindful of the loose way it was all packed.

It was amazing. Warm and just barely spicy and crisp and soft and crunchy and —

Hero took another bite, and another. They were halfway into the second when Villain sat down before them.

"At least someone appreciates my cooking," Villain grumbled. Hero slowed down, the reality coming back to them now. They swallowed what they had and put the taco back down, and Villain's sharp eyes snapped to their face. "If you ask me one more time what I want from you, I'm going to strangle you," they growled.

Hero snapped their mouth shut again.

"I don't want anything from you," Villain growled. "You need someone to take care of you. Because the people who employ you clearly don't." Hero frowned.

"They're good to me."

"Then why did they let you fight me on a sprained ankle?" Hero opened their mouth to mention the shortage of heroes lately. "Why do they continue to postpone your weigh-ins?" Hero faltered. How did Villain even know about that? "Why do they pay you in peanuts?" Hero gritted their teeth. "Why don't they send someone to check on you? To make sure you're okay? Why don't they have you in therapy?"

Hero looked down, their vision. They didn't know how to ask for a raise. And they'd called to see a therapist so many times. But nobody cared. Nobody ever took the time to care.

Hero sniffled, reaching up and covering their face. Villain shifted, and then Hero was being pulled into a tight hug.

"You're worth more than this," Villain hissed, their arms wrapped around Hero's head. "You don't deserve this. I can see it wearing you down."

Hero gritted their teeth, fighting the tears, but their throat was beyond sore now, and they sniffed and shook in Villain's tight hold.

"All I want," Villain rumbled, "is for you to get what you deserve. Because it's not those shit stains at the organization."

Hero whimpered softly, losing the fight with their tears. Villain let go and knelt down, and they wiped away Hero's tears with both hands as Hero sat and shook and sniffled pathetically. Villain looked over their face, hands on their cheeks, and Hero closed their eyes as Villain leaned in, kissing their forehead firmly.

"I meant it when I said I'm not fighting you anymore," Villain said against their skin. "I can't keep facing someone who doesn't deserve my wrath." They kissed Hero again, firmer this time, and Hero put their hands over Villain's. Villain pulled back, wiping at another tear. "Now eat your damned food," they whispered.

Hero nodded, sniffing, and slowly turned to their plate again. They continued to eat through the threat of tears, sniffing and struggling to swallow past the lump in their throat.

It was the best food they'd ever had.

[crystalsamethyst]

Prompt: Onion

Most of heaven was relieved to not be invited to the wedding of the millennia, ashamed at their dependence on the ghost king and still unsure on how to interact with the god they once made fun of.

Those few who did get invited witnessed something extremely intimate and beautiful.

Loud sniffling could be heard as Xie Lian and Hua Cheng finished their bows, making one guest roll his eyes. "Are you seriously crying right now?"

"Shut the fuck up. Someone's chopping onions somewhere."

[moondrunkteen]

The Hallower

Thor, the Norse god of thunder, bears and workers but said to have a voice as soft as the wind. He is known for defeating giants and fighting the Midgard Serpent. Died in Ragnarök, although his sons Magni and Modi survived. During the Viking Age, he grew to have his hammer a symbol of heathenry and fighting against the oppression of the upper class or those who were bigger than themselves

Loki chops off Sif's hair, Thor threatens him, Loki enlists dwarfs to create new hair, and two other wonders.After performing a mission, Loki challenges dwarfs Brokkr and Sindri to produce goods greater than those manufactured by Ivaldi's sons. Despite Loki's fuckery, the dwarves build great gifts including Gullinbursti, Draupnir, and Mjollnir. The dwarves collect their wager from the gods, with Loki merely avoiding them until they sewed his mouth shut after the bet.

Symbols

Colour: Silver, Red, and Sky Blue

Elements: Fire

Rune: Thurisaz (used to balance force(giants) with willpower)

Tarot Cards: Chariot, The Emperor and The The Knight of Wands

Food🍻: Goat, Mead and Rain Water

Herbs: Cedar, Toak, Mountain Ash, Hazel, Hawthorn, Thistle, Pine, Garlic, Onions and Yarrow

Animals🐺: Goat, Grey Wolf and Bear

Crystals🪨: Sapphire, Agate, Brass, Lapis Lazuli, Sodalite and Turquoise

Devotional Acts

-wear a Mjolnir necklace or gifts made by a friend as a symbol of power

-spend sometime around oak tree’s

-listen to thunderstorms

-Lift up those around you. Someone elses success does not bring your failure.

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[metalnecklace]

There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 1361

Warnings: None, really. I don’t know how divorces work, so maybe that.

Notes: This series is done! Thank you so so much to everyone who has kept up with it. I have the second part in the works but it won’t start to be released for a while. In the meantime I will have plenty of other little things in between.

Masterlist

Epilogue

“Agent Peña, how much do you know about the Cali cartel?”

Javier sat with that question, knowing what it would mean to continue on. After everything he went through in Colombia, he wasn’t sure he could do it again. Not alone, anyway.

“That depends,” he said, sitting back and crossing his arms. “I have a few requests.”

-

On his way home he stopped by the local market, taking his time to pick out the freshest vegetables he needed to make dinner that night. His father was out with friends until late, participating in his weekly cards night, which meant Javi had the house to himself.

He had her all to himself.

The reason he felt he could go back to Colombia to take down the godfathers. That is, if she was willing to take up his offer.

He just had to pick up one more thing before getting home to her.

-

When Javi got home the house was incredibly silent. Fear clutched at his heart until he found her wrapped up in blankets on the couch. Her eyes were shut, eyelashes twitching gently against her cheeks, and her mouth was slightly open to allow her soft snores to reach his ears. The anxiety that had swelled in his chest slowly turned into a burn, a heat that bloomed into his veins.

It was obvious what he was feeling, the word pushing up his throat until it sat heavy on his tongue. It would be so easy to tell her, but he feared how she would react. The last time he professed his feelings for someone it felt forced. He said it because he felt he had to, whereas the way he was feeling about her felt so natural to him. She was like the air he needed to breathe.

But she had been through so much, between her ex-husband and the Escobar’s. Did he want her to feel obligated to stay with him? He asked her weekly if she wanted to leave, or if she was happy with him, and she always held his face between her hands and insisted she didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world except by his side. That was enough for him, until the thoughts crept up again.

Maybe she was happy with him, but did she love him? Would she feel trapped if he confessed his feelings for her?

Instead of worrying about saying it, he showed it in his actions. Especially in his cooking. Because of her he decided to learn how to cook properly, both by cooking with her and practicing for her. He wanted to take care of her the way she took care of him in Colombia. Plus he loved the way she lit up after the first bite of a new recipe.

He went to work chopping up peppers and onions, mincing garlic, and prepping the already marinated chicken to be cooked. He was just making a roast, not worrying about being too fancy, since he mostly wanted to spend the night showing his love in a more physical way. Even though it was fun trying to keep quiet while pushing her buttons, he loved the nights without his father around so he could hear every sweet noise spilling from her lips. All for him.

After placing everything in the oven he set the timer on the stove. He could feel her more than hear her as her presence suddenly filled the room. A sigh escaped his lips, and tension he didn’t even realize he was holding onto slipped off his shoulders and spine. Her arms wrapped around his middle, fingers interlocking as her body melted into his.

“Hermosa,” he cooed, “did I wake you? You looked so peaceful.”

“No, no, Javi, you didn’t,” her voice was smooth as honey, though with a hint of sleep still clinging on. He could listen to her for the rest of his life and never get tired of the sound of her voice. “Although I can’t say it wasn’t your cooking. It smells so good I just had to come investigate.”

He turned in her arms, and leaned down to kiss her. “You’re too kind to me, you know.”

She smiled up at him, biting her lip. “Speaking of investigating, how did the meeting go?”

Before he left he warned her that he was probably going to be punished for working with Los Pepes. They hadn’t given him much information, so he assumed it was a meeting about his lack of professionalism. He wasn’t expecting what they offered instead.

“Before we discuss that, I have a little something for you.” He nodded toward the table where a brown envelope sat.

She quirked an eyebrow at him and wandered over, taking a seat before inspecting the envelope. There wasn’t any writing on it, so it was impossible to know what would be inside, but his heart sped up anyway.

“Should I be worried?”

He let out a nervous chuckle and sat down at the table next to her. “Listen, the last few weeks I’ve been working on getting this for you, and there’s no pressure. I just got it so you do have the option if you ever want it.”

Her brow was furrowed in both confusion and concentration as she opened up the flap, and slid the papers out.

“Divorce papers?” Her eyebrows ticked up in surprise, but she didn’t look upset.

Javi nodded. “I wanted you to have the choice. He won’t find you, I made sure to put a system in place so he will not find you, he will never know where you are. As far as he’s concerned you’re in witness protection.”

She read through the documents, taking in all the information. When she looked back up her eyes were glassy.

“Oh, (Y/N), I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first-“

“No, Javi, thank you.” She chewed her lip, but a smile still tried to break through.

Suddenly she reached over to the pen that was sitting between them and looked at where she needed to sign. Once she was done she placed the papers back in the envelope and threw it onto the table, sitting back and sighing.

“It’s done.” She smiled at the envelope, then at Javi. “I’m done. Thank you, Javi. It’ll take a few days, I think, for it to settle, but you have no idea what this means to me.”

He smiled back and reached across the table to hold her hands in his. “You’re so strong, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“Says you.” Her smile turned into a full grin. “Tell me about your meeting! You look like you’re in a good mood so it couldn’t have been that bad.”

He stood and walked to the cupboard, grabbing a glass for some water. “I could never be in a bad mood around you.”

“True, I’m just too charming.” She laughed and stood up, leaning against the counter while he sipped at his glass. “Come on, Javi, tell me.”

He nodded, placing his glass in the sink and turning to face her. She looked so sweet, he felt that overwhelming warmth spread through his body again.

“They want me to go back to Colombia, to take down the Cali cartel.”

She looked shocked, but didn’t say anything.

“I told them I would. They need to be taken down. I want to be part of that, to right everything I did wrong with Escobar.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

She reached across the space between them so they could be connected again. He felt grounded as her warm affection spread through his fingertips.

“You’re allowed to say no to this. There is no pressure at all.” He rubbed the back of her hands with his thumbs. “I don’t want you to feel you have to do this.”

Her eyes held him, cradled him. He thanked the heavens above for her patience every day.

“How would you feel about going on another adventure with me?”

The words hung between them, Javi felt his heart lurch into the empty air. Ready to break if she didn’t catch him.

She smiled. “I’m in.”

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Taglist: @sullyosully @ashleymsnodgrass

[backupanddoitagain]

Conversations With Peter Parker

Kitchen Conversations (continued, page 3)

**Rating: Mature/Warning (Innuendo) Pure fluffy fluff.**

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Peter: Can I help with anything for dinner? I'm pretty handy you know.

You: Handsy you mean.

Peter: Well, when you put it like that...don't mind if I do...

You: You realize you're talking to someone holding a knife right now?

Peter: My weakness isn’t really small knives. My weakness is you.

You: Peter, you're going to make me cry.

Peter: It's probably the onion you're chopping.

You: With a sharp knife, which is why your hands shouldn't be under my t-shir--

Peter: [smirking]

You: I guess you could say I have my own weak...[moans]...weaknesses.

Peter: Yeah? What about this one right here?

You: Shut up and kiss me.

(...to be continued...)

[wrathofrats]

Day 4. Table sex/temperature play

Prompts by the icon @kroas-adtam !

Cirrus has fun with Aurora and some ice cubes.

Just some fluff, ghoulettes being cute and in love. Also being weird about ice bc I can be.

Aurora sat on the counter as cirrus attempted to prepare for dinner. Legs crossed in her sun dress as she idly took a sip of her glass of water. The abbey had been unfathomably boring that day. The rest of the ghouls left to finish up their chores as she laid bored in her room. Only coming downstairs when she heard the refrigerator door open.

“Whatcha making cir?”

Cirrus grabbed a large kitchen knife and began chopping up a large onion next to Aurora, barely stopping to look up at her.

Aurora often got in particular moods. Desperate for attention, for someone to eye her like a piece of meat, she enjoyed the way the other ghouls gawked at her when she was acting unashamed. Cirrus though wasn’t one to break easily. Aurora uncrossed her legs and leaned over, attempting to flaunt her cleavage in cirrus’ face no doubt. An unabashed action.

“Lasagna, that ok for dinner?”

Aurora nodded. She just watched cirrus as she worked, long fingers wrapped around the handle of the knife, strong arms flexing as she worked. It was truly a very mundane task, but Aurora couldn’t help but let herself get a tiny bit worked up over the sight.

It’s not her fault she’s a bit easy, and cirrus is attractive.

“Need something princess?” Cirrus asked cocking her eyebrow while starting to throw her pasta into a pot. She eyed the smaller ghoulette up and down, taking her time as she dragged her eyes over the way her low cut dress exposed the tops of her tits.

“No, why?”

“You’re staring pretty hard baby” she smirked. Cirrus always loved how worked up Aurora could get over nothing. She was ridiculously easy to tease sometimes, she couldn’t help but find it adorable.

“Just watching you”

“Oh? Anything on your mind darling?” She was trying to tease her now. See if she could make it any worse, have the poor thing squirm even if she doesn’t do anything to her. It’s a fun game.

“Nope” Aurora takes a sip from her glass of water again. Cirrus watches as a drop of water falls out of her mouth and trails down her neck and across her cleavage. She was wearing a low cut pink dress. Two cups that tied in the middle with a short ruffled skirt. Cute. Teasing. Aurora knows what she’s doing by wearing it.

“Are you sure?” Cirrus strides over to stand between her legs, bracketing her small frame between her arms. Aurora takes another sip and chews on a piece of ice before kissing cirrus deeply. Cirrus squeals a bit at the cold intrusion to her mouth before pulling away from the giggling multi ghoul.

“You brat”

“Why, do you want something to be on my mind? Do you have something on your mind you’d like to share?”

Cirrus looks down at the cup and back up to Aurora

“Actually, I do” she smiles

With one hand she pulls at the ties on the top of Aurora dress, cups hanging open exposing her breasts. It’s hard for Aurora to not roll her eyes but smile anyways.

“Really cir? If that’s what you wanted you could’ve just asked”

She doesn’t respond, just sticks her hand into Aurora cup and pulls out a large ice cube.

“Just let me do something princess” she says. She runs the ice over the top of auroras collarbones making her shiver, water running down her chest. Her skin is red and sensitive where the ice has trailed acrossed, making its way down slowly.

Aurora nearly jumps when the ice comes in contact with her nipples, making them stiff and sensitive immediately.

“Cir what are you-“ a hot mouth engulfs her breast making her shut up immediately. She shoves her hands into cirrus’s hair, holding her down where she continues to lick and nip at the sensitive bud.

With the other hand she continues to circle the ice around the unoccupied breast. Aurora can’t decide whether to continue to hold cirrus down or to try and slap away the cold ice that continues to glide across her skin.

Finally she lets up.

“You alright baby?” She asks. She has a stupid smile on her face staring at Aurora. Hair messed up, skin wet and red, top completely open, exposing her, panting. Poor thing looked like a mess.

“Are you just going to continue to tease me?”

Cirrus shoves a hand under her dress

“Maybe, might have to finish you off after dinner”

“You’re not fair”

“Yeah, but you’re so fun to tease”

Cirrus lifts her skirt quickly and pulls her legs apart, cunt already glistening

“Cirrus!” Aurora squeaks trying to put her skirt back down

“You’re not wearing panties?”

“Pervert” she chides

“You’re the one with no underwear. Wore a dress and sat up here knowing I’d find out didn’t you? You wanted me to find out?” Cirrus has a knowing smile on her face. As much as Aurora loved to deny it, she was a tease and knew exactly what to do to get her way.

“Maybe” she blushes as cirrus grabs a fresh ice cube.

This one trails up her thigh slowly, letting it melt down her leg before pressing the last of it against her cunt. Aurora gasps, squirms against the feeling and tries to push her hand away again to stop the sudden freezing intrusion.

“Can you please just touch me, stop being weird” she begs

“You seem to be liking it a lot babe. Just let me have my fun and I’ll help you out later, be patient princess”

She just whines as another ice cube runs up her thigh.

[siphonomy]

woah, writing? From me? I know!! Crazy!!! aha this is. my first time posting my writing on a public platform. I’m scared help plea

This is a short thing!! Mostly Sissel being a cat and interacting with a few of my favorite characters. Enjoy!! (Please no criticism yet thank you) (edit: I did not reread this. This was kinda made in a rush. I am sorry for mistakes)

Gentle steps on a wooden desk alerted Bailey, who was caught up in his own world of writing memos of little things his co-worker would take care of. He always doodled on the memos for his partner to notice, as he knew the small pieces of paper would end up in the trash anyway. Though, what caught his attention wasn’t exactly someone he recognized. A kitten with black fur, and a red bandana around its scruff. It looked small enough to fit in one hand.

Bailey reached a hand out to the cat, and it sniffed his fingers with caution, before rubbing its head onto him. He couldn’t help but laugh, scratching behind its ears while it purred loudly at the contact. Thinking about it, Bailey realized that he did recognize it. He heard from some other colleagues that Detective Jowd and his family had adopted a cat that went by the name of ‘Sissel.’ Sissel appeared very young, but apparently the cat has been with them for 10 years.

A sharp pain made Bailey yowl, dramatically pulling his hand away and shutting his eyes tight. Did Sissel bite him? But he was being a sweet little guy a few minutes ago!! He whined at the pain and the sudden betrayal of the cat, opening his eyes to only find that Sissel had gone. He scanned the whole room, yet it was like it disappeared entirely. The only thing he could hear was the faint crackle of the telephone line.

Sissel let a little cackle come out of his mouth as he slid through the red-tinted cables. Taking note of each number of locations he passed, he found himself with faint memories of each one. This number was near the park, where an end became the beginning. This number was the Chicken Kitchen, and he felt his nose twitch at the scent of food. This number was… he swatted a paw at it, and ended up in an entirely new setting in under a minute.

An old friend was in the kitchen, chopping up onions for some sort of soup or sauce. Sissel hopped out of the phone and next to the man’s feet, looking up at him with big eyes. “You’re cooking tonight?” Yomiel didn’t notice until he spoke, glancing down at the floor with a slight jump. “Jesus Christ, you scared me. She’s busy with her own chores, so I’m making dinner.” Sissel’s shell went limp as his core hopped into the pot.

“Smells nice. What’s in it?” Yomiel didn’t really enjoy his cooking pot talking to him, but he shrugged it off, and instead used his brain power to think about what he put in said pot. “Onions, potatoes, and some chicken.” He knew his furry friend liked the sound of chicken, as the pot began boiling with the liquid slightly swishing around. “Chicken? Can I have some?” Yomiel chuckled, cutting up a small piece he had left and leaving it out for Sissel’s shell. “If you get out of my meal, sure.”

Sissel’s core almost ran back into his body, biting the chicken out of Yomiel’s fingers with an endearing sound of chewing and meowing mixed together. “Do you like it?” Yomiel asked while Sissel attempted to get any bits out of his teeth, then wrapped his tail around his leg with a purr. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Yomiel gently judged Sissel away from his leg. He stared at the kitten, who was staring him back with dilated pupils. “You should get back to Jowd. Doesn’t his daughter need help with something?” A quiet mewl and in the blink of an eye, the cat was gone. The TV played in the background, and a pair of warm arms wrapped around Yomiel’s waist. “Nice seeing you too, love.”

[thoselethalarts]

𝓚𝓪𝔃𝓾𝓸 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓻𝓸 - 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

(SR) Ceremony Robes (Part 2): “I Won’t Let You Down!”

(Savanaclaw Dorm: Leona’s Room)

Ruggie: Almost time for the Entrance Ceremony~ Leona, are you ready yet?

Leona: Yeah, yeah, I’m dressed. You don’t have to keep nagging me.

Ruggie: Sometimes I wonder if I have to nag you more, really. Feels like getting you up on time today was pulling teeth.

Leona: Speaking of pulling teeth, how’s preparations going for the banquet after the ceremony? Leona: After how much money you asked for, I’m expecting something real good to compensate.

Ruggie: Ah, it should be going fine… I think. Ruggie: I left most of the dirty work to Kaz, since he seemed so enthusiastic to help. All I did was wrestle in a couple of third years to be his extra hands.

Leona: Hoh? Well this should be interesting. I wouldn’t put my faith in any of their hands without someone guiding them every step of the way. Leona: Well, if dinner ends up sucking, at least I’ll get a show out of it.

Ruggie: That’s cold, Leona~ you don’t care at all about your poor underclassman at all, do you?

Leona: I’m not his caretaker. If he bit off more than he could chew and was so enthusiastic to do it, I’m not about to stop him. Leona: It’s getting close to the time to leave. Let’s head down.

Ruggie: ‘Kayyy~ Ruggie: Aaahh~ I wonder if Kaz is doin’ alright manning those third years all on his own. Ruggie: I told him I’d bring some muscle to help him out, but I didn’t say I’d be corralling them for him past that. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.

(Savanaclaw Dorm: Lounge)

(The sound of sizzling meat and busy bodies bustling is thick in the air)

Kazuo: Alright, looks like the pozole’s coming along pretty good. Now all it needs to do is simmer for the next couple hours. Kazuo: By the time the entrance ceremony’s done, it should be ready! This is perfect timing! Kazuo: Hey, tamale station! How’re things comin’ along over there?

Savanaclaw Mob A: We’re doin’ good! Almost done with this batch!

Savanaclaw Mob B: Hey, what are we supposed to do if we can’t tie the corn husks closed?

Kazuo: Oh, you don’t need to tie them shut! That’s just a bonus step. Here, I’ll show you how to fold them shut, so you don’t gotta worry about it~

Savanaclaw Mob B: Oh-! Thanks, man!

Ruggie: Whoa…! Everything’s actually working out alright in here!

Leona: Huh… color me impressed. Things might go better than expected tonight after all.

Kazuo: Oh! Hey, everyone! It’s Leona and Ruggie!

(All the Savanaclaw Mobs cheer at their arrival)

Ruggie: W-What the hell’s this enthusiasm about? He really got them all psyched up.

Kazuo: Hehe~ I’m guessing it’s about that time, right?

Leona: Just about. We’re gonna start heading over soon. Leona: If you want, you and your helpers over here can stay here and keep working. I’ll let the Headmaster know you got my approval.

Kazuo: Oh! I mean if that’s alright with you. I’ve got a few more dishes I wanted to work on at the last minute, so they’ll be hot and ready by the time the new first years get here.

Leona: Yeah, ‘s no problem at all.

Ruggie: I dunno how the hell you managed to keep all these third years in line, Kaz. Like, I can keep them managed sometimes, but you give them too much to work with and they all fall apart.

Kazuo: Oh, well that’s easy. Kazuo: Everyone in this dorm looks up to Leona with high respect. All I had to do was tell them was this was for him, and they all got enthused to help out.

Ruggie: And the workload?

Kazuo: Well managing that’s easy too. Every part of today’s meal is just a bunch of small tasks that come together to make something bigger. Kazuo: I broke everything down into the easiest steps possible. Chop the onions, put the onions in a pan, stir the onions constantly until they look brown. Kazuo: Grab some tamal dough and spread it on the corn husk, put some filling inside of it, fold it and tie it shut. Kazuo: Give someone too many tasks and they’ll get overwhelmed, but give them nothing to do and they’ll feel like they’re being left out. As long as someone has something easy to do, everyone will feel like a team!

Leona: That’s about the long and short of it. You could stand to take some notes, Ruggie. Otherwise when I graduate I’ll be leaving him in charge of Savanaclaw next.

Ruggie: That’s if you even graduate, Leona. With your grades, you might just be here forever.

Savanaclaw Mob C: Hey Kaz! Should we start barbequing the veggies yet?

Kazuo: Oh, not yet! We’ll do that when the ceremony’s over, that way they’ll still be hot when everybody gets back!

Savanaclaw Mob C: Got it! Good thinking!

Leona: Well, I’ll leave you all to it. Keep up the good work, Kaz.

Kazuo: Heheh~ Thanks, Leona. I won’t let you down!

/ End

[lshark-cs]

Iron God Chapter 41 [Azvalath]

 "That isn't how you crack an egg." Dras grabbed Azvalath's wrist. "Tap it gently."

Azvalath gave a nervous sideways glance. Gingerly, he tapped the egg on the counter.

"A bit harder than that." Dras gestured with his other hand. "Still, it doesn't take much."

Azvalath sighed. "Can't we just boil them in the shells? That's what we do at home."

Dras nodded. "That works too. We've just got to use these eggs up before they go bad." He took the egg from Azvalath and stared at it for a moment. "Haven't you ever thought about how eggs look so damn perfect?"

The warrior shrugged. "Can't say I have."

The other man chuckled.

Azvalath raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." Dras smoothed his blond hair. "Well, I get the impression you don't think about much of anything unless it's to worry about something."

Azvalath looked down. "Comes with the territory when you live like I do."

"Here. Chop this up." Dras dropped a large white onion in front of him. "Nice and fine. Now tell me, how is it you live that requires so much worrying and nothing nice?"

"It's not that nothing is nice." Azvalath picked the knife up, but nearly dropped it when he heard Kolo laughing outside. The sound startled him.

"You're awfully jumpy, for one thing." Dras snapped his fingers. "You've got a sword that I'm pretty sure isn't only for show. Your ride-along straightened the deer skull on my wall without even touching it, and I'm sure you've got some kind of power up your sleeve too."

Azvalath didn't say anything and started chopping up the onion. Its odor burned the inside of his nostrils.

"It's kind of rude to ignore someone," Dras teased.

"We've got our reasons. And our secrets, for that matter." Azvalath paused and coughed into his sleeve. "What's it matter to you if we're helping you out?"

"I like to know about people." Dras leaned on the counter. "So Azvalath, what's your story?"

"A long one." Azvalath smacked the knife's handle to shove the dull blade through the onion. The pungent fumes scorched his eyes to tears. "Good grief. What's this?"

"A long and sad story?" Dras smirked.

Azvalath growled. "It's the onion."

"Mm-hm." Dras nodded. "That's what they all say. So what's your deal?"

"I don't even know where to start." That was true enough. Kolo yelled something indiscernible outside. Azvalath tried to contain his flinch that time.

The younger man hummed. "Where are you and your friend from? It's not often we get newcomers, though it's quite nice whenever we do."

"We're from the mountains farther inland." That was also true enough.

"All right, then." Dras hovered by Azvalath, too close for comfort. "Good view, I'll bet. How are the people there?"

Azvalath gave a halfhearted chuckle. "Batshit." His eyes were bloodshot now and streaming tears. He could barely hold his eyelids open.

"Any pretty folks?" Dras's tone suggested he was trying very hard not to laugh. "Come on, big strong man like you's got to have a pretty woman back home, isn't that right?"

"Not a woman." Azvalath reached up and rubbed his eyes. Then he dropped the knife on the floor and made an animal sound of pain.

"Oh, that's pretty bad. Let me help you." Dras grabbed Azvalath's hand away from his face.

Azvalath recoiled, half-blinded by the onion's vile essence. "What the freezing hell is your problem?" He stumbled backward. "I don't want to fuck you!"

"What?" Dras sounded bewildered. "When did I ever say anything about –?"

Irritated, Azvalath staggered out of the kitchen. He tried to wipe his eyes with his sleeve, but that only made them hurt worse. He nearly stepped on Talin, who snapped at him. "You've gotta be rude now? What's with you people?"

Azvalath resisted the urge to kick the badger. Everything felt like too much. Outside was all searing white light.

"Aza, you look like a mess," Kolo butted in unhelpfully. "What happened?"

"Onions are not food," he growled, then slammed the door shut behind him.

It was raining outside. Thank goodness. He collected raindrops in cupped hands and splashed his eyes, blinking until his vision cleared well enough. Not that it would clear fully, given the fog that had rolled in from the ocean. The mist and the quiet settled him down enough that he almost felt a need to go and apologize to Dras.

Still, he didn't want to go back and deal with the mess and noise of a kitchen. Out here, it was beautiful and silent. The wind was soft and not too biting. The dirt road that had been bustling mere hours ago was empty and still.

He decided to go for a walk and clear his head.

Azvalath's footsteps seemed muted in the haze. It struck him, then, that it was too quiet. Where had everyone gone? It was still only midday, he thought.

He approached one house's frosted window and peaked inside. He could barely make out the shapes of people moving around inside, and then he reasoned everyone had probably gone inside because of the rain. It was quite cold, after all, and rain could kill on a cold enough day.

He walked a bit farther. It was difficult to see anything but the road ahead of him. Even if it were all he needed to see, Azvalath had never liked being unaware of his greater surroundings. He stomped his feet on purpose a few times, then kicked a rock down the road. It bounced and then thudded back onto the icy beaten dirt.

When he reached where the rock had landed, he looked down and noticed it was a very oddly perfect rock. He picked the round stone up in one hand and ran his fingers across its cool, smooth surface. Then he threw it.

The next thing he heard was glass breaking.

Shit.

Of course his task list now included reparations for a broken window.

He ran up to the window he hadn't even seen. "I'm sorry!" He sputtered a flimsy apology. "That was an accident. How can I...?"

There was a family inside. Two parents and a little boy who was crying about the broken window. Without even seeming to register Azvalath's presence, the father picked up his son and the whole family retreated to another room. Their teakettle started whistling over the fire. No one came to retrieve it.

Azvalath turned around, about to go knock on the front door, but then he felt a familiar tingle on the back of his neck. His mind struggled to make sense of it for a second, but then he turned back to the broken window and saw his master sitting at the table inside.

"Xigon?" He was bewildered to see his mentor here, but Xigon was unmistakable.

Xigon's head jerked up.

"Hold on." Azvalath narrowed his eyes. Why did he feel the tingle if Xigon weren't actually looking directly at him?

The teakettle's whistling grew louder.

Xigon stared at the wall and didn't acknowledge Azvalath any further.

The child's cry pierced through the other room's walls. Xigon looked at him, finally. He wore the beguiling smile Azvalath loved and craved so much.

Dimly, he remembered something else. It seemed inconsequential, but...

Why wouldn't Xigon say anything?

Why...?

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee

The teakettle boiled over, dousing the fire beneath it.

Azvalath's eyes illuminated to fill the sudden darkness. Why was it so dark all of a sudden? Wasn't it midday?

He shut his eyes, covered them with his hands, and yelled out a command. "Now be silent!"

The teakettle's song was cut short. The crying in the other room stopped. The tingling sensation vanished. When all was silent again, Azvalath opened his eyes.

His surroundings were not at all what he remembered. He was surrounded by tall, dense trees. There was still broad daylight above the canopy. Withered shrubs climbed halfway up his legs and the ground beneath his feet was soft. Moss, perhaps. It almost felt warm.

No, it was warm.

Beneath the shrubs and litter and snow, something was warm. Something was breathing. Cautiously, Azvalath bent down and brushed aside enough debris to find fur. It was thick and exactly the same colors as the forest floor. Even the texture ensured perfect camouflage.

He brushed aside more and found a tufted ear bigger than both of his hands put together. Azvalath gasped. He'd been lured into a trap by this strange predator whose head he now crouched atop.

Azvalath jumped away and ran for his life. Behind him, the heavy head of the great holf tipped up above the forest floor. Slitlike nostrils opened to sniff the air. Huff, huff, huff. A wide, pale eye followed the man as he disappeared from the forest.

Slaaek laid his head back down and vanished easily into his surroundings. The great holf salivated with the imagined taste of fresh hot blood. Humans came so easily when he sang, and they died so well in his jaws.

Few ever even had time to scream.

[sliptohk]

Prompt #9: Fair

"Sure about this? Ain't gonna be much."

Cross-legged in the dust, Katja spun a mortar slowly in her hand as she looked up at the group of children huddled before her. One of the four nodded crisply, hands folded across his scrawny chest as he returned the woman's placid regard with a stern one. Most likely some sort of behavior that he picked up from someone around the camp.

"We're sure! Tit for tat, innit?"

Though the Highlander was not quite sure about the exchange, it was of no consequence. So long as they upheld their side of the bargain then there was nothing for her to complain about. Setting the mortar on the ground beside her with a muffled thump, she looked toward the rest of the materials the village children had gathered for her. Turns prior the bounty would have been a rare treat, but she still recalled those occasions when her father came across them.

He had always began the same way, daughter following along that vivid memory. A sharp knife drawn and carefully cleaned, before slicing open the bright orange pepper that had been gathered. Seeds neatly flicked clear, before chopping it into neat little pieces. Far more uniform than Katja's own, but the eager group hardly noticed. An onion followed suit, peeled with a few flicks of that knife and white flesh diced just as roughly.

It always made her eyes water, whether by trick or simply more keen knifework she never recalled his own turning red.

Limited as her culinary skills might be, the acrobat knew enough to test just what sort of cooking oil was presented before splashing it into the cast iron pan smoking over hot coals. Lindi and her would watch until it shimmered, only for a short call of 'Time!' before their dad dropped the vegetables in to sizzle.

She chose to work silently, even as the children murmured excitedly between each other. Lean times made something so mundane a treasure. She knew that well.

Leaving it to dance with little pops of oil, Katja plucked up ruby-red tomatoes one by one, peeling them carefully to drop into an empty bowl in her lap. Cutting as she remembered to keep them intact as possible. Skins discarded with a flick of the hand over to where eager chickens scuttled over to peck eagerly. Mom never bothered with that first step, simply crushing the fruit between thick fingers to squeeze the pulverized innards out into the pan directly. The acrobat's hands were not quite so large as to manage that. So instead the meat was separated, before crushing it to a juicy mess with a wooden spoon. At least it kept her cleaner.

One prepared, it went right into the pan, a sudden hiss of steam where it touched the hot oil only to settle to a more sedate simmer by the time the last of it was shaken out with the rap of the side of her knife against the bottom of the bowl. The next step she remembered well. Arguing with her sister over who would grind the spices, until they begrudgingly agreed to take turns as they always would. Wasted effort when both knew the end decision would be the same every time.

This time there was no argument, as the performer added cloves of garlic to the mortar, before grinding it down to a thick paste with steady, even presses of the pestle. Strong and sharp, the scent of it was unmistakable. Much like the sweet aroma of the dried paprika she added next, slicing off the stems before turning the pulverized garlic a reddish hue as it was slowly crushed. A pause as more spice was added - just a touch of chili and cumin seeds before the final mixture was scraped out with a wooden spoon to blend with the smell of cooking vegetable. Almost belatedly, a healthy dash of salt and pepper.

Setting aside the emptied vessel, she shut her eyes for a moment. Sifting through memory of those times, doing her best to separate the mechanical process from the sights and sounds that came with them. Stirring occasionally to keep restless fingers occupied. Those final touches, coriander leaves torn by hand and sprinkled on top, as well as a generous touch of parsley. Opening her eyes once more, she added them to the dish.

"Izzit ready?" A girl with marmot-brown hair leaned closer, eyes fixated on that bubbling pan.

"No."

Four of them. If they ate as heartily as her mother and brother, then it would not be enough. But few did. All the same, she pressed the wooden ladle down into the bubbling stew, forming eight wells before cracking an egg to plop down into each one. Watching closely as translucent whites stiffened and colored, until only the pristine yellows of the yolk still wobbled enticingly.

Finally, Katja lifted it from the coals by the handle, resting it on a wooden platter before her. Scooping out a pair of eggs for each of the children, the Gyr Abanian served out their bowls, before setting a large pide between each pair of them. The sight of it brought back memories, even if it were not quite so pretty as what their father used to serve. But most things did. That familiar smell did nothing for her own appetite.

The children's fared far better.

"Not gonna eat with us?"

"Not hungry." Leaning forward, the woman rested elbows on her knees, fixing the leader of the group with that disarmingly calm gaze, "The three-eyed man."

The boy gestured with his rough-carved spoon off toward a nearby mesa, the sides of it almost flickering in the heat. Waves of color rippling along the sides of it, "Camps up there or sumpin', shoot ya if ya get near! Got lots of metal bits strung out to catch ya if yer creepin' up the switchback! Steals beasts when we ain't lookin'. Stole our kin afore 'at…"

That comment brought a pause to the sound of enthusiastic eating. Only for a moment, as hunger won out and wooden spoons scraped against bowls once again.

"Bloke ain't changed then." Cleaning her knife, Katja slid it into the sheath at her side before rising to her feet in one, smooth motion.

An even trade so far as she was concerned. The kids could clean up the dishes. She would handle their unwanted squatter.