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Summary: A collection of short one-shots based almost solely upon requests. Multiple characters, pairings, and alternate universes.

AN: So this is a series of short fics that I like to write at work when I'm bored out of my skull. They'll contain multiple characters, multiple pairings, and in fact you're more than welcome to make a request yourself. Whether it's in a PM, a review, or an ask on tumblr (sword-and-stars), I really don't mind! I'll post them as I write them.

Cooks in the Kitchen
Judy x Rita with voyeur!Karol.

All Karol wanted was a sandwich. That was it. Ham or turkey or maybe if Cyrus hadn't eaten all the shaved chicken, with some potato chips and maybe an apple or a cookie or…

Karol was never making another sandwich again, at least not in this kitchen.

Karol was never making another sandwich in this kitchen again because now he knew what went on in this kitchen, because all he wanted was a sandwich and now all he could see was Rita hoisted up on the kitchen counter with her legs wrapped around Judy's hips. Judy herself was twined around Rita with her lips attached to the column of her neck, clearly doing something amazing if the things coming out of Rita's mouth are to be believed.

Yep, Karol thinks with no small amount of despair, so much for sandwiches.

And yet for some reason he couldn't make himself look away. He really should leave, actually. All Karol had to do is take one or two steps backwards and he'd be out the door and free to forget this ever happened. Ever.

But for some reason he couldn't look away.

It was actually kind of impressive, he thought when enough of the shock had worn off that he could think in actual words and not incoherent choking sounds. How long's this been going on? Has anyone else walked in on this?

How many sandwiches has Karol eaten that have been indirectly touched by Rita's butt?

Karol kind of wanted to die.

Karol Capel was no longer a child. He'd helped saved the world and start one of the most well-known and sought-after guilds, and he was sixteen. Surely he was mature enough to walk away after walking in on two of his best friends…

Necking.

Spirits, what was wrong with his life?

At some point in the midst of Karol's internal monologue, Rita'd reached out and fisted her hands in the back of what amounted to Judy's skirt, tugging it and hiking it up to expose the entirety of Judy's behind. Okay, it was time to leave now.

Seriously, any minute now. Any day now.

And then Judy tilted her head, looked Karol straight in the eye, and winked. Karol thought briefly about running but he'd already been seen, and if she didn't care then what right did he have to except to make sure that they wiped off the counter and maybe made sure that no one was around first? Karol needed to evaluate himself.

So Judy winked and the grin on her face was absolutely shit-eating, and Karol just gave her a salute and walked away.

So much for sandwiches.

AN2: Thank you for reading! As always, feel free to shoot me any ideas you might have in a review, a PM, or an ask!