#dontyoupiperme

[feelsallarchive-blog]

“You could have been killed!”

               ‘ piper, i was trying to save an innocent from the demon who killed prue. ‘ phoebe knew that piper had every right to worry, but, phoebe could not give up her destiny of being a witch ( a former charmed one ) . the youngest halliwell had never ignored a premonition in her life and she was not about to start now, even though she was more likely to get hurt or worse now that the power of three no longer existed. unbeknownst to her, it still did.

[notastudentlighter]

Kitchen Bonding

@dontyoupiperme

Chris entered the house through the backdoor and carefully set the two paper bags on the counter. When he was sure they would not fall down, he turned around, leaving the kitchen in search for his mother. There was no use for him buying all the ingredients to cook with his mother  and wanting to start right now when Piper wasn’t even in the manor at this very moment. 

“Mum, you’re here?”

[sorceressreborn]

“Mom I’m fine.” Melinda tried tor promise her mother which wasn’t true.   Melinda was the furthest from fine that you could be.    She was coping.    She was alive.    Melinda wasn’t crying anymore.    She wasn’t burning and throwing things.   Not that she hadn’t done that one.    Rage made her feel sick.   As she had gotten older, she had gotten calmer. And now--now she was just sad.   She put on her brightest smile and spent time trying to do what she could to distract herself.    

Melinda had been mixing a batch of brownies from scratch and right now anyone touch her batch--even her Mom,uh uh.   No this was cooking therapy.    This was part of how she dealt with this.   She needed to deal with the situation the best way she could.   And cooking soothed her.   And if baking and cookie dough was involved, great for her.

[beneath-ashes]

@dontyoupiperme

“Whoa there, momma bear. I’m not just gonna freeze like some lower level demon. Besides I have a bone to pick with you.” Her hands caught fire.

[onceahalliwell]

@dontyoupiperme

“Uhm.” Teddy folded, flour falling from the bag he hugged to his chest. “Daddy said you might like pancakes, cause it’s special.”

[warrenwitches-blog]

[ dontyoupiperme ] liked for a starter

❝Mom?❞ Chris slides up next to his mother, peering into   the pot on the stove. ❝What’re you making?❞   

[wiitchlighter]

dontyoupiperme

“ ‘ What was the purpose of you coming back if all you have  done is make our lives even more miserable and worse than  it already was? The boys and I were fine without you growing up so we sure as hell don’t need you now. ’ ”

[nctagxrl-blog]

dontyoupiperme

Hearing footsteps behind her Piper turned her head slightly to see her youngest entering the room. ❝Oh hey,❞ she greeted, drawling out her hey distractedly as she stirred the boiling noodles. ❝There you are. Your brothers ducked out of here before I even had a chance to ask. Can you help me for a second?❞ Piper asked, laying the wooden spoon down next to the stove.

❝Can you shred some Parmesan for me while I finish getting the rest of the ingredients ready? I just need around half a cup for now. It should only take a second.❞

Walking over to the fridge Piper began to pull out the cream and eggs. She carefully balanced them as she closed the door. After setting them on the island she turned back to the counter near the stove, starting to look through the spices for the red pepper flakes.

❝Is everything okay, sweetie? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,❞ the elder Halliwell said when her son made no move to help her.  ❝Oh please don’t tell me Grams is in the attic again.❞

Her voice sounding in his ears after so long felt foreign, his gaze locked onto her as she moved around the kitchen like she hadn’t been dead for years.. Like he hadn’t watched her die. The smell of her cooking brought a warmth to his heart despite the overwhelming fear that he was dreaming. Mason wasn’t sure if his sanity could take this not being real.

The Halliwell barely managed a laugh as his mother spoke of Grams being in the attic, but he honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had been there. Quickly, he shook his head and finally closed the distance between the two of them, his arms wrapping around his mother’s frame as he buried his face into her shoulder and did his best to keep from shaking.

“I just... I love you, mom.. And I’m glad you’re home.” Mason mumbled these words in a slightly shaky tone before he pulled away from her, smile wide even though he was barely keeping himself from breaking down. He couldn’t believe she was really here, after all this time... After all the nights he’d lay awake in bed just wishing for someone, anyone, to give her back to him and here she was.

“Whatever you need, I got it..” He nodded and cleared his throat, looking around to find what he needed to shred the Parmesan. “Shredder, shredder.” He mumbled to himself as he looked through the drawers and grabbed it along with the cheese and a board to shred it on..