Disclaimer: I do not own Second Son.

Rating: T

Pairing: Delgenetch

Title: Powers and Food Don't Mix

Words: 1, 153

Warnings: none

Prompt requested by rubberchickencircuit on Tumblr: OK, fic prompt resulting from yesterday's request. Extreme fluff—Fetch, Delsin, and Eugene in the kitchen, trying to cook something complicated (why, I don't know) and for whatever reason, trying to use their powers to help them, which backfires just a little. Maybe some flirting while everyone's all messy, because it would be terribly cute.

Chapter: 6 -Powers and Food Don't Mix

Part I: The Smoky Death of Grilled Hotdogs

Ever since Augustine had come to the Akomish reservation, Delin's tribe had not been able to have their yearly Akomish Days parade. There had been so many of them that had been hurt by Augustine, impaled by concrete an laying on the beds in agony, that it had made no sense to hold a celebration. There had been no reason to celebrate. But now, it was all over and Delsin had personally healed his entire tribe, one by one, making sure they were alright and back to normal. Healing had been a slow process—and there were still some that have not completely healed—but now everyone was buzzing with excitement over the festival.

With the sun beating on his bare back, Delsin smiled into his soda as he looked at everyone having fun. They had re-set up the banners, flags, and other decorations all over the Longhouse and the rest of the Res. There were several grills set up all over the place, manned by fathers and older brothers. He ignored the little pang in his chest as he remembered last summer and how Reggie would always make his special hamburgers. He shook his head, taking a sip of his soda and turning a hot dog that he was cooking on his own grill. Little kids ran about, giggling and squealing in delight as they shot each other with water guns and flung water balloons. The younger teens of the tribe were participating in a game of capture the flag, and Delsin knew from experience that a few bruisse and scrapes were to be expected by the end of the day. There were a few canoes and kayaks floating on the Akomish River (1) that curved beneath the cliff of the Longhouse., ready for the races later on that day.

The smoke-Conduit was calm and serene until he felt icy cold water pour over his head and shoulders, making him shrug up his shoulders in a flinch and let out a high-pitched yelp that he would later deny. "Gah, what the hell?!" He turned around to see Eugene holding a now empty cooler in his hands, grinning from ear to ear as he tried to hold back the chuckles that were escaping his chest. His boyfriend was dressed for the ridiculously hot weather, however, unlike Delsin, Eugene was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt and loose Bermuda shorts and flip-flops whereas Delsin was wearing just his black swimming trunks and flip-flops. There was also a floppy straw sunhat on the blonde's head, shading his face and shoulders as he burned quite easily.

"I thought you may need to cool off a bit, Delsin," Eugene winked at the other, smile turning into a coy grin.

Delsin huffed out a laugh and put the metal tongs down on the little table attached the grill. He then began to round on Eugene letting out smoke playfully from his hands. "Why you sly little-"

He was stopped in his place when thin but strong arms hooked around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. The extra weight pulled him down and literally made him bend over backwards. He knew who it was without even looking. "F-fetch! You're choking m-me!" The arms round his neck loosened and he sucked in a breath, lungs happy with the incoming oxygen. He rolled his shoulders, fixing his posture and righting himself so that he was now standing up straight, though with Fetch still attached to his back like a monkey.

'"Oh I couldn' have you goin' after our poor, poor Eugene like that, D," she said as she pecked his cheek and detached herself from his back. She then walked over to Eugene and wrapped her arms around his midsection, pressing her face to his shoulder, but not before stealing his floppy hat and placing it on her own head. She was being very affectionate today, in Delsin's opinion. "We need him to last forever."

Eugene snorted. "My knight and blazing pink armor, thank you for saving such a feeble man such as I." He rolled his eyes and shared an amused look with Delsin. The three of them knew that Eugene could totally take care of himself and was probably one of the most powerful Primes in the state. But the gamer often joked with Fetch how he was grateful to have such a luxury as to have a knight in shining pink armor always ready to come to his rescue if he needed it. And blazing pink armor was right. Right now, Fetch was in a bright neon pink two piece-a two piece that had a bikini top and boy-shorts swimming bottom. They had purple designs of them and they hugged her well, showing off her curves. She had this weird skirt thing that wrapped around her waist and flowed around her feet that Delsin thought was pointless. What was the point of something covering all your legs if it was blazing hot outside? He didn't understand the female fashion sense sometimes.

"So how's the food coming along, Delsin?" Eugene asked as he took back his hat from Fetch.

Picking up the tongs again, he turned his attention back to the grill and the some twenty hot dogs on it and he frowned as he decided that they were taking faaaaaar too long to cook. "They should have been done right now," he replied, slightly. He poked them in irritation. But then a grin stretch across his lips, as he eyed the smoke curling from the grill. "But I think I know how to speed things up..."

Fetch caught his look and shot him a look of her own, one that promised no kisses or sexy-times for a whole month. "Delsin, no. I know that look! We can wait for the hotdogs!"

"Delsin..." Eugene also warned, voice sharp.

The taller man snorted and rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, nothing is going to happen other than we'll get to eat sooner. You guys worry too much." He set down his drink and tongs and raised his hands over the grill, twitching his fingers as he tried to control the smoke underneath. If he did this just right, the smoke and ember mix that he was churning underneath the grill would make it burn hotter and faster and let them-

*Fwoom!*

A large geyser of smoke, cinders, and hot dog bits exploded from the grill, breaking off the great and showering them with a black, ashy cloud of food bits. Delsin remained frozen, front covered in blackness an hands still in the air in front of him. Well, crap.

Fetch, Eugene, and his tribe members all looked at him in shock-Fetch and Eugene less though-and all Delsin could do was give a sheepish chuckle and smile.

An elderly, but strict voice rang across the hill, extremely displeased. "Delsin Rowe!" It was Betty.

Double crap.

Published: 8/20/14

(1) I'm basing a lot of the Akomish culture on the Duwamish culture, one of the tribes in Seattle, since the Akomish people are made up by Sucker Punch. If my information is right, there is the Duwamish River running through (or just outside of) Seattle. But, I do not know much about the Duwamish culture or customs. If I get something incorrect please someone let me know!

A/N: Not exactly in the kitchen, but he was cooking! :)

A/N 2: Thank you to Guest, andrewjameswilliams, and applefanfic for reviewing the last chapter. And thanks to everyone else who favorite and followed so far! :D