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Mushy May: Cuteness Aggression

Gonna be real I wasn't planning on doing mushy may because school and writing challenges scare me buuuuuut I was suddenly struck with the mood so here it is :3 Shoutout to @forlorn-crows for the prompts

Can't promise I'll do all the days, but I do have a sweet little Phantrora thing in the works

Word Count: 843

Pairing: Cirtom

Cirrus is going to lose her mind.

It had been a slow day for her, finishing all of her chores bright and early to have the rest of the day to relax. She had come back to the den around lunchtime, curling up in her nest with lemonade and a strawberry and cream sandwich. She had thrown back her blinds and soaked up the spring sun while continuing a book Mountain had recommended to her. It was nice, peaceful. She hadn’t realized how much time had passed until a sweet scent wafted into her room, catching her attention.

She had marked her place in her book, pausing in the middle of a paragraph to scent the air, trying to see if she could place the smell. Someone was definitely making some form of pastry in the kitchenette. She stood, cracked her back with a groan and decided to go scope it out. Maybe she’d be able to get a little taste before the rest of the pack returned.

She assumed she’d walk out there to see Cumulus with flour streaked across her face, brow furrowed as she tried to read and understand what the recipe was telling her. If not her then definitely Swiss would be there shaking his ass to whatever music would be blasting in his headphones while he carefully measures everything out. What she saw when she turned the corner though was so much sweeter than anything she could’ve imagined.

Phantom is standing with their hands on their hips, head cocked slightly to the right as they stare at the binder with all the pack recipes. There’s a smudge of batter on their cheek and to top it all off they have a cute, pink little apron tied tight around their body. When the timer dings their ears perk up, tail twitching back and forth, and that cute, easy smile returns to their face. Cirrus is going to scream as she watches Phantom carefully take the cinnamon rolls out the oven, cheering quietly to themselves when they see they didn’t deflate.

When Phantom finally turns, noticing Cirrus standing in the hallway, they shriek. They clutch their chest and take a few deep, steadying breaths.

“Shit Cir you scared the fuck out of me” they huff a laugh.

Hearing their voice breaks her spell of paralysis. She smiles wide and soft, walking over to join them in the kitchen.

“Whatcha doing love bug?”

“Making cinnamon rolls” they say as they filter around the kitchen, preparing a piping bag to frost the pastries.

“Any particular reason?” She asks.

“Dew’s summoning day is coming up yea? I know he likes it when Swiss makes these so I wanted to try it” a small blush creeps onto their face as they give their reasoning.

Oh, she can barely stand it. The sheepish little way their ears flick, the focus on their face as they frost each individual roll, that fucking apron. She’s losing her mind and all they’re doing is baking. She just wants to squeeze them and shake them and kiss them silly.

“Tada! They just need to finish cooling and they’ll be done! What do you think Cir?” They turn back towards her, a wide grin plastered to their face.

She can’t help herself.

She crowds them back up against the counter, caging them in with her arms. They squeak with the suddenness of it, eyebrows shooting up as they stare at her. Cirrus just laughs and peppers their face in little kisses, nipping playful at their ear. They smell like brown sugar and cinnamon, sweet. They giggle and purr with each press of Cirrus’ lips and her heart just aches.

“You are the cutest, sweetest fucking thing love bug.”

“Cirrrr stoooop you can’t just say that” they whine but the smile never leaves their face.

“Why not?”

Kiss.

“I think I should be allowed to compliment you..”

Kiss.

“Whenever..”

Kiss.

“I want.”

Kiss.

“Especially when it turns you into a little pile of ghoul mush.”

Kiss.

They’re practically glowing, deep purple blush on the tips of their ears and spilling from their cheeks to their neck. A little bolt of quintessence ripples across their Lichtenberg figure scars and Cirrus laughs. She presses a kiss to their lips, smiling when the sound of their tail beating against the counter reaches her ears. When they part, Phantom grins and kisses the tip of her nose.

“If you help me clean up I’ll let you have some. These were just a test batch anyway.”

She swipes the smudge of batter off their face and licks it from her thumb. She chirps when the sweetness hits her, feathers ruffling for a moment before settling back down.

“Oh, that’s good. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

She places one last big kiss on their cheek with an over-exaggerated ‘mwah’ before stepping back, giving them room to move.

“Hey, quick question?”

“Hm?”

“Where’d you get the apron?”

“Oh! Cumulus said I could borrow it.”

Cirrus nods with a hum, “ask her if you can keep it.”

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