#so I fudged it a bit to imply he meant the chocolate

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[Someday, in the Kitchen Where Echoes Smile] Chapter 4 Translation

SNOW: Clearly I only meant ingredients fit for consumption!

You know what? I should’ve known better than to expect anything from a rascal with a charcoal tooth.

MITHRA: Hey, you’re the one who made charcoal here.

SNOW: …

MITHRA: …

SNOW: <<Nosco–

MITHRA: <<Art–

RUSTICA: Why, hello there.

SNOW: …Rustica, you gave me a fright! What are you doing here?

MITHRA: Where are Lennox and Figaro?

RUSTICA: I regret to say both of them had wandered off and gotten themselves a bit lost. Before I knew it, they were nowhere to be seen.

MITHRA: Two people? Two people strayed from your group?

SNOW: By the sound of it, you’re the one who could use some help with directions, wouldn’t you say?

RUSTICA: …Aha! That scenario does make more sense. I’m relieved to find out my teammates didn’t get lost as I feared.

I’m curious, are those baskets filled with ingredients for our soup? May I have a look?

SNOW: Go ahead…

RUSTICA: Don’t mind if I do.

Wonderful! I see fish, vegetables, chocolate fudge, and a bottle containing something luminescent–quite the unique selection of ingredients.

Ah, it looks like “Late Winter Soup” is on the menu today.

SNOW: What’s that?

RUSTICA: As the name implies, it’s soup made with whatever ingredients you have left in your stockpile by the end of winter. Let me tell you, farmers love a good bowl of late winter soup.

The base is typically a vegetable stock to which you add what you have on hand, such as sausages or dried fish. For instance, the bowl I was offered during one of my travels had cookies in it—flavorful with a hint of sweetness and a crumbly texture.

MITHRA: ...Hm...

SNOW: So much so that it earned the stamp of approval from a gourmet like you?

RUSTICA: As it deserved. That delightful bowl was a testament to the indefatigable spirit of farmers who coexist with the land.

I look forward to the version your ingredients will bring about.

MITHRA: Of course. You’re going to love it.

SNOW: You bet! We’ll make it the best you’ll ever taste.

By we, I mean Nero.

SNOW: Hohoho. Can you see how bizarre this has been? In the past, a clash would have ensued between us, obliterating this town in our wake.

But after becoming acquainted with a gourmet like Rustica and one day listening to him describe what a late winter soup is…

We’ve become capable of taking a different course of action.

MITHRA: …What are you trying to say?

SNOW: That I view fateful encounters as an utterly curious thing. We Northern wizards at our cores will never change. But the people and things we encounter do.

Just as how a gentle breeze can carry a flower petal in another direction, what at first seems to be an unassuming encounter can alter the trajectory of our futures ahead. At times, it can even save a town one step away from destruction.

An intriguing development if I ever saw one.

RUSTICA: Indeed, not to mention one worth celebrating.

MITHRA: …

…I don’t get it.

SNOW: Hohoho. Oh, but you do.

…I digress. Let us resume our shopping while keeping an eye out for Lennox and Figaro, shall we? Mithra, Rustica, follow my lead!

RUSTICA: Roger!

MITHRA: …Mhm.

LENNOX: Rustica! Rustica, answer me!

FIGARO: Leno, it’s all right now. Based on the magic signatures I detected, I think he met up with Master Snow’s group.

LENNOX: Oh, did he? That’s good news.

Although I’ve heard he’s also a seasoned traveler… I can’t help but worry since it took only five minutes after leaving the restaurant for him to get lost in the crowd.

FIGARO: I know. One moment we were browsing for leafy greens, the next he was gone.

In this town, it’s not wise to bring out our brooms to pick him up. We’ll have to finish up shopping by ourselves.

LENNOX: Agreed.

While we’re at it, should we pick up some vegetables for the soup, too? I don’t think the other team has vegetables anywhere in their shopping list.

FIGARO: Sure. Let’s grab several kinds.

FIGARO: …All right. Should be enough to set us up, right?

LENNOX: I believe so. Shall we look around for gifts to bring back for the kids as we make our way back to the restaurant?

FIGARO: Good id–What the…?! Ouch!

LENNOX: Dr. Figaro, are you all right? What happened?

FIGARO: Ah, sorry. The sudden pang of pain caught me off guard. It must be from when I hurt my back yesterday.

LENNOX: You hurt your back yesterday?

FIGARO: From tending the flower beds with the brothers, yeah. Sure enough, spending long hours bent over in an uncomfortable position strained my lower back.

I didn’t bother healing it by magic, but the pain went away after a night’s rest. I completely forgot about it until now.

LENNOX: …If I may ask, what stopped you from doing so yesterday?

FIGARO: Mitile and Rutile were worried sick about me and spared no effort to see to my needs. You should’ve seen how quick they were to bring an ice pack and a hot water pouch.

LENNOX: …Really, Dr. Figaro…? *sigh*

FIGARO: Don’t sigh at me. Magic can heal it in a jiffy, sure, but I’m not so heartless as to turn down their earnest efforts.

*casts magic* There, that ought to do the trick. Sorry to worry you, Leno.

LENNOX: If there’s anyone you owe an apology to, it’s to Mitile and Rutile. And I mean a heartfelt one.

In any case, both of them deserve an extraordinary gift. Shall we check the fruit stalls?

LENNOX: Sure enough, the East prides itself on having a great variety of produce. It’s all thanks to its vast and fertile lands.

FIGARO: True. I’m hoping the South can eventually yield around the same amount of variety at a stable level.

LENNOX: Something has to be done to address the scarcity of water resources.

Those flower figs look delicious… Oh, but Mitile never did like those, did he?

FIGARO: Don’t let Mitile catch you say that. He’ll sulk that you’re bringing up something from when he was younger.

LENNOX: Really? It’s just that I can vividly remember that time Maurice scolded him for not finishing his dried flower figs…

Rutile loves autumn apricots, right? Or is that not the case anymore?

FIGARO: He still does. When you visit their home around winter, doesn't he always serve the compote they make in autumn?

LENNOX: Really? Not that I remember, no…

FIGARO: Oh, right. He did say he ends up finishing every last bite before winter starts in full swing. Which means by the time you descend from the mountains, he’ll have eaten everything in their stock.

Ha, looks like I’m the only one who knows this.

LENNOX: Oh, please. That’s not something to gloat about. They share their jam with me all the time.

…What a strange story this makes.

FIGARO: Strange?

LENNOX: That I'm standing next to you as we gab about the same kids. When I first met you all those years ago…

…it was someone else who I'd pictured would be by your side four centuries down the line.

FIGARO: …

Tell you what, so did I.

LENNOX: Peculiar, isn't it? How fate works.

FIGARO: …

LENNOX: Whoa… Why did you slap my shoulder?

FIGARO: Oh shut up, you.

Well, that settles it. Let’s buy autumn apricots and flower figs in bulk then go back to Nero’s restaurant.

LENNOX: Sounds like a plan. If the cooking class is a success…

Let’s give these gifts and serve the dishes we learned to them.

RIQUET: Hmm…

CAIN: Riquet, having a tough time?

RIQUET: I just don’t know which to choose. Should I go with the yellow apples…the bigger ones or the smaller ones…hmm…

CAIN: Well, this is where we ask an expert. Boss, could you help us here?

FRUIT VENDOR: Of course. What can I do for you?

RIQUET: How do you choose the best apples for baking pies? With all these options available, I can’t decide which to pick.

FRUIT VENDOR: Well, it depends on the flavor you’re looking for. Young lad, how does your family make it at home? On the sour side? With lots of cinnamon?

RIQUET: At home…? Actually, I don’t have one.

FRUIT VENDOR: Huh? Oh…

RIQUET: I currently live at the Mag…er, at a communal facility. My peers and I will be baking pies later.

CAIN: What he said. So we’re looking to make something that will appeal to most, if not all, tastes. We're all ears for suggestions.

FRUIT VENDOR: Oh, I see… I’m sorry to hear you’ve been through a lot at a young age. All right, I got you.

If that’s what you’re looking for, this smaller variety and this deep red one are your best bets.

RIQUET: I see…

FRUIT VENDOR: The former is slightly sour, while the latter has a rich, sweet flavor.

Here, why don’t I cut you a sliver each? You can taste them for yourself and pick what you prefer.

CAIN: Are you sure? Aren't those for sale?

FRUIT VENDOR: It’s the least I can do for the resilient lad. Here you go.

RIQUET: I'm grateful for your offer. *bite* Hmm…

…I’ve made up my mind! We’ll take the deep red ones, please.

FRUIT VENDOR: Right away. Ack!

CAIN: Oh no! Not the cashbox…

FRUIT VENDOR: Just my luck—there goes my earnings for the day…!

RIQUET: Don't worry. Let me pick everything up for you.

CAIN: Riquet, wait–

RIQUET: …

FRUIT VENDOR: Eep!? The coins are floating…?!

CAIN: Riquet!

RIQUET: Yes? …Oh…

FRUIT VENDOR: …Y-You’re a w-wizard…!

RIQUET: I-I’m–

CAIN: Hahaha! Didn’t mean to frighten you there, boss. Who knew we’d get such a reaction from you?

You just got a glimpse of a popular magic trick in the West.

FRUIT VENDOR: But those are my coins I saw floating! Explain to me how you could have rigged my money!

CAIN: We can’t tell you the secret behind it, ‘cause then it’s no longer a magic trick, right?

There, that should be everything. And I’ll leave our payment here.

Come, Riquet, let’s hurry back to the restaurant. Hold my hand.

RIQUET: O-Okay…

CAIN: …Phew. We should be good here.

Sorry about that, Riquet. I didn’t mean to make you run.

[sailorfailures]

YEAH IT’S YOU!!!! IT’S YOU ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!

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The sweetest treat

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader – Mentions of Sam, Dean, and Cas

Warnings: Super cute, slight jealousy, implied sexy times

Word count: 1,345

Story is about: The reader (hunter) has the day off and the bunker to herself, so she decides to watch a stripper movie and her angelic boyfriend shows up. He takes it upon himself to recreate the scene his way, and it ended up being a wonderful night off.

It was finally a quiet day at the bunker, the boys had gone out on a simple mission and you decided to stay behind and relax. You knew your amazing archangel boyfriend was busy with matters in heaven, and Cas was nowhere to be found at the time. It was time to indulge yourself, and watch whatever you wanted for your “movie day”. Popcorn in your lap you turned on one of your favorite movies, Magic Mike XXL. What girl doesn’t have a thing for strippers? Honestly. It was about half way through it, and the smile on your face made your cheeks hurt, you didn’t even hear the sound of angel wings outside your door, a soft knock made you jump and throw popcorn and candy wrappers all over the floor. Grumbling to yourself as you went and opened the door, your frown quickly turned into a smile as you saw your favorite angel standing there, looking like a god. His perfect light brown hair a bit messy, same light jacket with a grey t-shirt and jeans on, his golden wings tucked neatly beside him. A small scream of joy escaped your lips as your arms instantly wrapped around him, he smiled lifting you up his hands firm on the back of your thighs before laying you back on the bed, noses pressed together.

“How’s my favorite huntress? Staying out of trouble or causing it without me?” Wiggling his eyebrows as you laughed,

“No my silly angel, I’m just watching a movie and enjoying the quiet time. First time I’ve had the entire bunker to myself.” Your soft lips pressed against his, warmth spreading through you as he stood up shrugging his jacket off. You sat up on your elbows and watched him, as he moved you around under the covers snapping his finger as fresh popcorn and candy appeared on the covers. He moved letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he finally noticed what was going on in the movie.

“Um…Y/N? What in the world is this? Were you in the middle of…something?” Looking down at you from the corner of his eye, the men on the screen ripping their shirts off as you shifted a bit.

“No Gabe! It’s a movie. I mean…a girl can look right? I thought I would be by myself the entire day so I didn’t see the harm in it.” He raised an eyebrow and nodded, unwrapping a candy before popping it into his mouth as he watched. Not being able to help the giggles and smiled when certain things happened in the movie, he stared down at you once the movie ended.

“Do you wish I looked like them? All muscular and tall?” You could hear the sadness in his voice, and you moved around sitting on his lap your hands resting on either side of his face.

“Baby. I love you the way you are, every single thing about you is perfect and I’d never change a thing. It’s only a movie, and none of those guys could ever be half the man you are!” Kissing his nose as you got up off him, and kissed the top of his head before smoothing out his wings,

“Besides what girl would be crazy enough to not want you with every ounce of their being?” He seemed happier after you gave him the small pep talk and headed to the kitchen with you, he wasn’t really one for food that wasn’t sweets but he couldn’t deny what a wonderful cook you were. Dancing around the kitchen with each other while the food cooked was certainly amazing until he stopped and kissed you deeply. Tongues wrapping around each other as he backed you up to a counter and set you up on it, the cool marble freezing your thighs as your shorts slid up. His hands gripped at your waist, as your arms and legs wrapped around him. Unwillingly you pulled from the kiss panting heavily, pressing your forehead to his.

“Remember humans have to breathe Gabriel, we can’t all be…almost indestructible!” He laughed with you as his wings slowly wrapped around you, holding each other peacefully until dinner was done. After you finished eating you got a call from Sam wanting you to research something, and Gabe decided not to follow you which was weird for him.

“I have something I need to do really quick while you research Y/N. When you go back to your room I’ll be right there I promise.” He kissed your forehead and turned walking away; sighing happily you went to do your research. You were sure that you left your door open as you headed back, slowly turning the door knob you saw something you never thought you’d see.

Gabriel was standing there in fresh white jeans, a blue shiny jacket and his hair ruffled slightly, looking the way it did after your exciting nightly activity. You saw a jar of fudge sauce, whipped cream, sprinkles, heart shaped chocolates, and a number of different candies. He snapped his fingers and music started to play as he started taking off his jacket, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Of course Gabriel was watching the ending where “Tito” did his candy shop routine, and your trickster obsessed with sweets would choose that to inspire him. He frowned at you and stopped, cocking his head to the side,

“Y/N? Isn’t this sexy and such? Like in the movie?” You nodded and went over to him, sliding your arms up his sides as you kissed his collarbone.

“Baby you have no idea how much of a turn on for me this is…but it is a bit funny you have to admit.” He smiled and nodded before pushing you onto the bed, snapping his fingers making your clothing disappear. Attempting to cover yourself as he stared down at you, he snapped again a soft red rope tying your hands to the headboard and your feet to the end of the bed, the blush on your cheeks was as red as the cherries in the jar beside you.

“I think my sweetheart, deserves to be even sweeter. Almost too sweet to eat?” He nibbled on the side of your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips as he reached for the whipped cream spraying some into his mouth before looking down at you.

“Y/N! We are back from our hunt! Everything went well!!” Sam called out as you heard their heavy footsteps heading straight towards you. Gabriel grimaced as he growled into your ear,

“Oh hell no they aren’t ruining this for us. I need my lady, and I need her NOW!” With a snap of his fingers you both transported to your favorite get away spot, a small note left on your bed.

Dean walked up and grabbed it reading it aloud, as Sam glanced around the room.

“Y/N is a bit tied up with something right now. I’ll return her in one piece in a while. Don’t touch my sweets. – G”  They both looked around noticing the candies, whipped cream, and candles lit everywhere. Finally it clicked in both of their heads, Dean roared with laughter as Sam’s face turned red.

“I think this whipped cream was meant for something that isn’t a sundae! I wouldn’t touch this stuff with a ten foot pole, who knows what sexual escapades this was involved in.” Both walking away as they shook their heads.

That night was the stickiest, sexiest night you had with Gabriel since your relationship began, but washing away all the sweet treats wasn’t exactly a wonderful experience. You did smell like candy for a few days after, and Gabriel couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Not that you minded one bit!