Violentine Oneshots

Ravioli

“I'm home, fuckers,” 

“Violet,” Ruby warned, shaking her head.

Violet tossed her bag down by the foot of the stairs, grinning as she turned to Ruby. “You guys decide what's for dinner?”

“Since Omar's out of town Louis and Brody are making ravioli,” Aasim answered, not tearing his eyes up from his computer.

“Always a pleasure, Aasim,” Violet trailed off, before making her way into the kitchen. Her eyes trailed over Louis, quite literally leaning over Brody to look at the pot over her shoulder.

“Is it done yet?”

“No!” She groaned, pushing backwards and knocking him off balance. “Stand at my side, or somethin’... You don't gotta be over my shoulder!”

Louis rolled his eyes, the two not even greeting Violet as she walked up next to them.

“Hey Brody,”

“Yes, Louis?”

Violet narrowed her eyes at Louis’ grin. “That's what good pussy sounds like,”

“Louis!”

Violet grinned. “How would you know?”

“Ouch,” Mitch laughed, tossing a cup into the sink. “Lou, do- do you wanna sit in the freezer for a little bit? Maybe we should have Ruby take a look at that burn,”

Louis glared. “You wouldn't know either, Vi!”

“I'm the only one of all four of us that has a girlfriend,” She insisted.

“-and IM pretty sure Clem does all the wo-” “-Can you two not talk about sex? C'mon…” Brody scolded, Mitch practically running out of the kitchen to avoid her wrath.

“Sorry, Brody,” Violet huffed, the auburn haired girl shaking her head with a small smile.

“Just go set the table,”