Archive of Our Own ^beta

Willow rolled her eyes as arguing rang out through the home. She turned to Jessica, who simply shook her head, “As long as they aren't actively killing each other, I consider this a win.’

“Fair enough,” Willow hummed as she opened her book up, “I like your plan.”

“Besides, they’re adults,” Jessica chuckled, “They can work this out amongst themselves. Unless they are standing in front of me fighting, I am letting them figure it out amongst themselves.”

“If not, the boys can handle it,” Willow chuckled as the girls screeched.

Smurfette growled as she reached for the fork, “Give me a bite, you jerk!”

Coco slapped at the hand reaching for her plate, “I will bite you, and I will not feel bad.”

“Oh my god,” Smurfette hissed as she reached for the rice and mole sauce on the plate, “You are so mean!”

“Get. Your. Own!” Coco hissed, literally hissed, as she held the plate to her chest.

“I just want a bite!” Smurfette argued, “Not a whole plate!”

“These are my leftovers, and I will fight you,” Coco warned, her hand out, force fields sparking from her palm, while Smurfette held out her hands, blue magic swirling in her palms.

“Try it,” Smurfette glared, “We can do this all day, baby.”