#nightshade snippets

[avrablake]

Specified Lines Tag

Thanks again @oh-no-another-idea

This time I'm finding a line about a smell, a line that's yelled, a line about a drink, a line about hands

Pulling these from Nightshade:

a line about a smell

Nix’s stomach rumbled as the smell of grilled meat drifted up to where he sat perched on top of the wall. He didn’t have any money, but that wasn’t a problem. He could take what he needed easily enough.

a line that's yelled

“I won’t trust my son’s rescue to that monster!” he shouted. “He’s done enough harm already. If it were up to me he’d be thrown in prison and we’d never have to deal with him again.”

a line about a drink

“Here, Kid, drink this. It’s kinda gross, but it will help with the pain. And the nausea.”

a line about hands

“I don’t suppose you are going to tell me about this?” Gram raised the kid’s hand slightly, indicating the cut across his palm that was once again oozing blood. The kid shrugged. “No.” Gram let out a chuckle. “Ya, I figured as much.”

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Find a line about something hard, a line where someone is hurt, a line where someone is cared for, a line you think is beautiful

[obsidianpegasus]

Random Spinface snippet because I was bored as hell:

“I’d still love you if you exploded the universe,” Spensa said.

Jorgen didn’t look up. “Please don’t.”

“I’m just saying,” she murmured, nudging his shoulder playfully. “If you cracked reality in half, I’d fly through the debris until I found you.”

He finally met her eyes. “And if you shattered?”

Spensa smiled—fierce and a little broken all at once. “Then I hope you’d come find me.”

Jorgen stared at her—like she was both terrifying and everything he never knew he needed.

Then he pulled her into his chest, held her like she was the universe, and whispered, “I wouldn’t stop until I did.”

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Anon sent: "Drunk on lust :4D for Kali having been abducted by a mind flayer who planned on using her as bait but decided to have some fun while waiting."

Drunk on Lust: 4D

When she had first been abducted, Kali couldn’t help but recall all the horrid and terrifying stories about Mind Flayers. She’d heard tell of the horrid fates of their victims—left mindless puppets by the monsters that stole them away, brains drained by the twisted eldritch abominations—a fate she was now helpless agains.

All those tales…and yet none of them could’ve prepared her for what fate did meet her.

“Mmm~ more~ fuck me more~”

Kali’s voice carried in the dark, lonely cavern, her words mixed with lustful moans as her erotic figure arched and rocked back and forth on the lap of the Mind Flayer she was riding. Her hands rested on his shoulders, holding steady as she bounced, up and down, her head arching back as she felt his massive cocks sink so deep.

[More you wish, more I give~] the eldritch creature’s voice purred into her mind, and a hand reached out to cup the back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair as he pulled her close.

Kali let out a soft moan, before immediately mewling with pleasure as she felt the illithid’s tentacles thrust down her throat. She hummed, eyes fluttering shut as she bobbed into him, humming as she leaned close, as if kissing a beloved lover. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, hips rolling and rocking down into his.

It was so good…so…so good…she just wanted to lose herself in it, and let him use her like this forever.

[Forever is a long time, my dear~] the Mind Flayer purred again, and Kali shuddered and gasped as she felt his tentacles brush against her ears. [But I will make this feel like forever for you~ my new pet~]

Kali didn’t offer the slightest resistance, moaning lewdly as she felt the tentacles thrust hard into both her human and feline ears. Her eyes rolled back, her arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, and she slurped more of his thrusting tentacles down her throat, as if wantonly making out with him. She could feel her mind fading away…and it felt wonderful.

She didn’t want to leave…ever…~

[thesundowncrew]

“It’s alright,” Liore cooed, her voice cutting through all sound and muddled thought. “Don’t worry...” Liore never needed to do much to calm him down. Maybe it was her gentleness soothing him to the core, or maybe she was trying a bit of magick as he felt something trickle from her fingertips through to his skin. Whatever it was, it was working. He tried hard to focus on her words, one after the other, in between deep, steady breaths.

“—We can rest there, yeah? I’m sure you’ll feel like yourself again soon.”

"A-aye.. All right.." said Sam, smiling weakly. But seeing Liore smile back at him gave him a little strength, enough to keep going at least. She led him by the hand and slowly but surely, they reached the giant, twisted tree.

When her hand slipped out of his, Sam wasn't as desperate to reach for her again. Instead, he watched with amusement as she ran and and laughed and twirled, her black, wavy, tresses swaying and bouncing as she did so. They were deep in their own, private neck of the woods where no one else dared ventured. Here, they were safe to be themselves; to be together. Here, they were free.

He watched her, content to see her so happy and without worry. He watched as the gnawing ache resurfaced and clawed at his insides. “Sammy!” she called out to him. “Come listen with me!”

He could ignore the gnawing for a little longer.

—

"So... how do I do this?"

She giggled, standing behind him and guiding his outstretched hand with hers. “First, close yer eyes. An' then focus on everything that you're feeling with your body an' settle it down. You're not goin' to hear with your ears or see with your eyes. You have to sense the tree with your heart. Your spirit. Shut it all out, an' focus on the quiet.”

He did as he was told. Slowly but surely, he pinpointed his focus on the energy of the tree in front of him. He shut everything else out. The birdsong; the rustling leaves; even Liore's own voice. He focused until he could hear nothing but his own heartbeat. And when Liore pressed his hand onto the bark—

"Why is it called Sundown?" asked a chipper voice, with sparkling eyes as green as a summer meadow and fur as black as night.

"W-wha-" Sam exclaimed, eyes shooting open and turning to Liore beside him. "W-what did you say?"

“Ah didn't say anything, Sammy.” At first she looked puzzled but then gasped with sudden realization. “Maybe you did hear it! The tree! You must've heard its voice! Mathair always did say yer affinity was strong! Why? What did you hear?”

"Ah.." He wanted to say something but the words escaped him now. What did it say? It was there a moment ago, and somehow it felt very important. He was upset that he lost it so easily. "Ah.. don't remember. Ah'm sorry, Liore.."

“It's all right, Sammy, there's no need t'be upset,” she assured, standing in front of him now and cupping his face so that he could look up and into her eyes and encouraging smile. “We can always try again. We've got all the time in the world~”

Sam hugged her tightly. The girl stiffened — just for a moment, just for a heartbeat — before relaxing into his arms. Concern shone in her gaze when he pulled away. She touched his hand on her shoulder, her slim fingers ice cold. “It’s alright,” she murmured, in a voice as soft as dove’s feathers. “Don’t worry...”

Gently, she took both his hands in her own and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve only got a bit farther to go ‘til we reach the tree. We can rest there, yeah? I’m sure you’ll feel like yourself again soon.”

She smiled at him, encouraging, and led him onward through the forest, hand-in-hand once more.

—

Spiders wrapped their prey in silk to prevent escape. Likewise, after catching prey in a dream, Feld stayed in the dream long enough to strengthen the illusion and ensure they wouldn’t awaken. It would be a shame to weave such an excellent dreamscape only for the ungrateful dreamer to escape it.

Feld just needed a bit more time to finish Samhain’s dream before it slipped back to the waking world. Once it left, Samhain’s mind would spin its own version of Liore to inhabit the fantasy. The dream would continue unfurling on its own, weaving itself from pleasant memories, vivid enough to feel real (until it faded, but Feld didn’t dwell on that).

And Samhain would never wake up.

—

Leaving Samhain a blanket and a mug of chamomile tea hadn’t sufficed to ease Maude’s guilt, and her worries refused to settle. So, at half-past midnight, the innkeeper found herself standing outside his door with another quilt tucked beneath her arm.

This close, she could feel it. The barrier was gone.

A shiver crawled up her spine, and dread twisted in her stomach. Why was the barrier gone? Had Sam dispelled it himself? Or had Feld broken it somehow?

Maude swallowed hard, assuming the worst. At the same time, a sharp voice in the back of her mind whispered, why do you care what happens to him? He’s just another unlucky guest. He wouldn’t be the first one to fall victim to Feld, nor would he be the last. You can’t save any of them and you’ve only got yourself to blame. You haven’t gone soft, have you?

Without thinking, the innkeeper raised her hand to knock, then faltered. The rules of her contract with Feld twisted through her wrist and froze her muscles in place. Do not disturb sleeping guests. Her hand lowered, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave.

Coward, hissed the voice in her mind. Maude didn’t argue with it. She pressed her forehead to the door and closed her eyes, clutching the quilt to her chest.

—

They reached the clearing with the ancient tree.

The girl’s hand slipped free from Sam’s again as she ran toward the tree. She twirled beneath its gnarled boughs, beaming, as though delighting in a song only she could hear. Her hair and dress spun around with her, settling as she slowed to a stop.

With a breathless laugh, she steadied herself against the tree trunk and tucked a dark curl behind her ear again. “Sammy!” She reached her hand toward him, beckoning him to join her. Sunlight danced in the deep amber of her eyes. “Come listen with me!”

[archived-from-the-realm]

LOST (for whichever muse you'd like)

send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively

Astrophel had been to many places both in the material plane and in the feywilds, but his first trip to the wilds was one that he wouldn't forget. He was only a few months into his contract, and after the revelers left him alone in a settlement for a moment, he, like any almost teenager, started exploring. While the settlement was interesting, he ended up catching a glimpse of a pixie and started chasing after it... only for it to teleport away once he was a good distance away from where the people watching him were. At first, he wasn't worried, believing that he would be able to find his way back. It took two days for him to find the revelers who were looking for him as well, and while he did learn that he had put himself in dangerous situation by doing something incredibly childish, he vowed while being lost to never do that again with just how difficult it was for him to do basic things with his magic that would have made it much easier to get back to his caretakers.

When the urges first started, Azriel wasn't entirely sure what to do. He knew he couldn't tell his foster parents about them. He was terrified of getting in trouble, but there was something else gnawing at his mind that wouldn't let him say anything to them. so he did the best a child could do at suppressing them. His foster parents were happy to see their son doing even more around the house and aiding them more, but they were blissfully unaware of the thoughts that were eating away at him until it was far too late. It wasn't of his own volition, or at least, he wasn't entirely sure if it was or not, but one night after going to sleep, he woke up standing over his parent's bodies with vague memories that slowly pieced themselves together in his mind. Instead of trying to get help to vainly see if his parents were alright or anything, he just stood over them, completely blank and clutching the knife as he both mourned and rejoiced over the macabre sight, unsure of what to do or what he should do. It wasn't until Sceleritas Fel appeared to him for the first time that he finally moved from his spot standing over the bodies or loosened the hand that was still holding the knife.

[juliawriting]

Chapter snippet/line: Daydreams and Nightshade, Chapter 1.

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ MARAUDERS

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you heard that most boys don’t get flowers until their funeral, you thought that was the saddest thing ever. so, you decided to surprise your boys with a bouquet, handing them each a flower that reminded you of them. but things get messy when they panic

WARNINGS ಇ. fluff, excessive affection, reader being the best girlfriend ever A/N ಇ. i need someone to give me flowers!! ‹𝟹

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The Marauders were sitting in their dorm when you walked in with a bouquet of flowers in hand. They didn’t notice you at first as you approached with a mischievous grin on your face, but as soon as you cleared your throat, all four of them froze.

They stood in a line like they were under some spell, eyes wide as they glanced at each other nervously. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter exchanged panicked whispers, but you couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying—just snippets like "Is today something special?" and "Did we forget an anniversary?" and "Is it Boyfriend’s Day?"

You chuckled softly to yourself as you pulled out the first flower from your bouquet. James was the closest, so you walked up to him first, holding up a bright sunflower. His face lit up, eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

“For you, James. A sunflower, because you’re always bright, always warm… like the sun,” you said with a grin.

James's face turned red as he fidgeted with his glasses, trying to hold back a goofy smile. "Uh, happy… Girlfriend's Day, darling?" he stammered, clearly unsure of what was happening but wanting to play along.

Next, you turned to Sirius, holding out a dark, mysterious nightshade. His brow furrowed slightly, but he accepted the flower with a smirk, though you could tell he was just as confused as James.

“Sirius,” you said softly, “Nightshade. It’s bold and fierce, just like you.”

He blinked a few times before running a hand through his hair, looking nervous for once. "Uh… happy one-month anniversary?" he guessed, his voice unusually soft.

Moving on, you pulled out a delicate moonflower and handed it to Remus, who took it with a gentle smile.

“Remus, a moonflower… because you’re always calm and thoughtful, and you remind me of the night sky an d you know for obvious reasons,” you explained.

Remus’s smile grew, but he glanced to the others for reassurance before saying, “Happy anniversary?”

Peter was last, looking increasingly anxious as you held out a daisy for him. His hands shook a little as he took it, eyes wide.

“Peter, a daisy. You’re sweet, kind, and always bring joy to everyone around you,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.

Peter’s face turned pink as he glanced between his friends. "Happy six months?" he whispered, clearly uncertain if he was even remotely correct.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “No, no, there’s nothing special about today.”

They all blinked at you, the confusion deepening.

James, always the one to voice his thoughts first, asked, “Wait… if today’s not our anniversary, then why did you get us flowers?”

Sirius tilted his head. “Is this some Hufflepuff thing? You know we love you just the way you are, yeah? You don’t need to be all, uh, 'Hufflepuffy' for us.”

Remus chuckled, and Peter nodded eagerly.

You felt your face heat up as you quickly began to babble, “No, it’s not that! I just—I read somewhere that most boys don’t get flowers until their funeral, and I thought… well, I thought that was sad. You all deserve flowers now, not just later! And I wanted to do something nice for you, but now I’m worried maybe you didn’t like it, or it made you uncomfortable, and—”

Before you could continue, James let out a loud, choked sob, surprising everyone. His eyes were filled with tears as he clutched the sunflower to his chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Oh, Merlin, you’re the sweetest thing ever,” he cried, his voice trembling with emotion. "No one’s ever given me flowers before!”

Sirius had tears gathering in his stormy eyes. He looked at the nightshade in his hand like it held some deep, hidden meaning. “You’ve got me all teary-eyed, love,” he muttered, trying to blink the tears away.

Remus was grinning ear to ear, holding his moonflower delicately as if it might crumble in his fingers. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said softly.

Peter didn’t say anything, just threw his arms around you, hugging you tightly. "You’re the best, really!" he whispered, face buried in your shoulder.

James was still sobbing, unable to stop. "And the kindest," he added through his tears.

Remus stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. “And the prettiest,” he said, his voice full of warmth.

Peter, still hugging you, mumbled, “And the most caring.”

Sirius suddenly scooped you up into his arms, twirling you around. “And the best girlfriend ever!” he declared loudly, spinning you until you were dizzy with laughter.

They all crowded around you, each holding their flowers tightly as they showered you with compliments and affection. James finally managed to stop crying long enough to plant a kiss on your forehead, while Sirius pulled you close for another twirl, this time with his nose nuzzling your neck.

“I think we’re the luckiest blokes in the world,” Remus said softly, watching as Peter beamed at you.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you looked at each of them, holding their flowers like they were treasures. “You’re the sweetest too, you know,” you said, eyes twinkling.

And in that moment, surrounded by your boys, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

Snippet Sunday!

tagged over the last few days for different things by @dear-massacre, @wikiangela, @endlessnightmaress, @thiamsalpha, @ksbbb !!

heuheue have another lil snip of a kingdon wip i've started :3

About ten minutes later, Abby and Langdon were talking quietly when there was a sudden knock on the door. It slid open to reveal Mel and Langdon brightened at seeing her, something Abby did not miss.

“Hi!” Mel said, closing the door behind her. She walked right up to Abby, stuck her hand out, and said, “I’m Dr. Melissa King, but everyone calls me Mel!”

Abby glanced at Langdon, who was looking at Mel with a grin, before she turned her attention to Mel and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mel. I’m Abby, Frank’s ex-wife.”

Mel blinked. “Who is Frank?”

“I’m Frank,” Langdon said.

“Oh! Right, yes, sorry I remember now,” Mel said, her cheeks flushing pink as she looked at Langdon. “I’m so used to calling you Langdon.”

“I prefer it,” Langdon said, giving her a reassuring look. “Not many people call me Frank.”

Mel nodded, before her attention was diverted when Tanner made a sound. “And who’s this?”

“This is my son, Tanner,” Langdon said, pride shining in his eyes as he looked at his boy. “He had a little accident on the playground today. His arm is broken.”

“Oh no,” Mel sympathized. “I broke my arm when I was six, it really hurts.”

“How?” Tanner asked, pulling his face from Langdon’s neck to look up at Mel curiously.

“My mom was sick so I was making lunch for my sister,” Mel explains, taking a seat on one of the chairs and rolling it closer to the bed. “I fell off the stool I was using.”

“That’s awful,” Abby said softly.

“It was not fun,” Mel nodded. “But I got the coolest cast.”

Tanner lit up. “Daddy says I get to have a cast too!”

“Oh awesome!” Mel said excitedly. “Can I sign it?”

Tanner nodded his head vigorously. Langdon was looking at the two of them with impossibly soft eyes, not sure why his heart was fucking singing at seeing Mel interact with his son.

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[ksbbb]

Sunday Snippet

Tagged by @thiamsalpha @endlessnightmaress

“I woke up and I thought Theo was in my room.” Liam confesses, wanting to throw a book at the wall and contemplate his own life. It’s embarrassing he’s admitting this outloud.

“That’s not the kind of thing I’d be telling people.” Malia says, outwardly looking ashamed for him. What a great start.

“It wasn’t like that! It was a dream. Forget it. I’m going to die now.” Liam groans, unable to explain what he means, or why his skin feels hot when he thinks about the chimera, and saying it’s a dream seems like the better option.

It’s all a little fuzzy. Theo was there.

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[avrablake]

OC in 15

I have no idea how long this has been sitting in my drafts, but thanks for the tag @reneesbooks and sorry for the jump scare 😅

Rules: rules are to pull 15 lines of dialogue for a character that you feel encapsulate them

I'm going to do this for Kaori and I'm going to pull the quotes from Nightshade. If you've read BtD, hopefully you can catch the similarities and differences between prequel Kaori and BtD Kaori.

You probably don’t know but it’s called ghosting. It means you have a lot of channeling but you can’t control it.

Everyone else always lets me win, whether it’s games or conversations. But I can tell you aren’t like that. That’s what I mean by interesting.

My father ordered us to get results.

Well lucky for you, I’ve been studying channeling. I’ve spent time with the researchers too.

Eventually, my father is going to want a reason why Ghost’s training isn’t progressing. Especially after the incident yesterday. Don’t you think the first person he’s going to blame is you? I’m really just trying to help you, Ren.

They’re fine with letting you be miserable, so long as nothing interferes with their precious tests.

What is it with you and Ren anyway? I know you don’t like him, but missions aren’t the time to let some stupid rivalry get in the way. You should save it for the training arena.

You’re jealous of Ren. You always have been. That’s why you don’t like him.

I can handle Ren. He won’t even know you’re gone.

You are a tool to him and nothing else. It’s always been that way. Everyone is a tool to him. But it doesn’t have to be that way.

We both enjoy our arrangement, don’t we? Isn’t that enough?

How am I supposed to know what someone like him is thinking?

Oh Ghost, saving peacekeepers? What happened to you while you were with the military?

Don’t worry Peacekeeper, I only save that for special occasions, and you aren’t worth the effort.

One random goody-two-shoes soldier shows a little bit of interest and you are ready to run after him like a lost pet?

Leaving an open tag on this one for anyone who wants to

[thiamsalpha]

Snippet Sunday:

a moth drawn to the flame

“You look good like that, Liam.” Theo smirked, walking back towards him like a lion stalking its prey. “All tied up with nowhere to go. Quite the sight.”

Go to hell, Liam didn’t speak. His words stuck in his mind but refusing to come out, he just kept repeating the scene in his head on repeat. Feeling Hayden’s hair, seeing her face… her eyes. The pit in his stomach pooled, never lowering.

im so excited to share more of this fic! chapter 7 is almost done now hehe! I literally can’t wait!

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[no-more-tales-tavern]

@freeusemuses sent: "Crazy Lust 3E: Kali knows that she shouldn't be doing this. Especially not to the leader of a clan of Goliath bandits ... but it just feels so good!"

Crazy Lust: 3E

They had come in overnight, absolutely ransacking the city. The guards had been unable to do little more than slow then down, before the half-giant brutes had started pillaging the market, smashing down doors, taking everything and anything of value or worth.

In the middle of all of this, their leader had chanced upon the Erotic Menagerie, and the exotic dancer that was its main attraction—and took her for himself.

Kali moaned, gasping as she gripped the fine sheets of her bed, biting her lip as she was pinned down. She could feel the Goliath war chief’s cock slamming hard and deep into her ass, pummeling up into her guts to reshape her, remold her into his perfect fuckdoll. It was so intense, so rough, and she should’ve felt disgusted being used like this—

“Mmm~ more~” she moaned out, rolling her head on the bedsheets to glance back at the towering bandit king. “Harder~ make me break~ fuck~ ruin me, big boy~”

—but she wasn’t. She’d never been more turned on, more utterly addicted, than she was in this moment, as this hulking figure of handsome and rugged domination loomed over her, smacked her face with his cock, shoved her down, and claimed that he was her owner now. She didn’t even put up a fight—a man as hot and aggressive as that, she knew she belonged with him.

She moaned as she felt his fingers suddenly tangle in her hair and shove her face down into the bedsheets, the steady clap of his hips on her ass becoming a thunderous cacophony as he plowed her fat ass harder, rougher, more wildly than before. Her delighted moans turned to a wanton scream, and her eyes rolled back as she bounced and twerked her fat and juicy ass into his thrusts, her mind melting with pleasure.

By the time dawn rolled over the city, the Goliath herd would all be gone—as was Kali Belladonna, the dark beauty of Erotic Menagerie, now the submissive and loyal wife and fuckpet of the herd’s leader.

[juliawriting]

Chapter snippet/line: Daydreams and Nightshade, Chapter 1.

Read the story here!

[babbling-babull]

Forced Soulmate AU

Danny Fenton and Sam Manson enter the ghost portal shell together when Tucker dares them to both go in. A single entity leaves, a ghost named Nightshade.

Nightshade has snow white hair that falls to their neck and glowing green eyes, and wears a black and white hazmat suit with a circle on their chest. They look at Tucker and call his name as if unsure if its really him, their voice has an eerie echo, like two people talking at the same volume at the same time.

As they reach towards him a ring runs across their body, leaving Sam and Danny desperately holding onto one another. They look at each other for a while, almost seeming to have a conversation without words.

Other things @itshype and I decided for this AU but I couldn't find a way to put into this little story snippet

1). They have to be within arms reach of one another to transform, or it hurts both of them and the transformation isn't nearly as powerful

2). They feel empty when not in close proximity to one another, because their ghost, and thus their souls, have fused together.

3). Their ghost form has traits of both of them, both personality wise and appearance wise. Most traits meet halfway.

4). If they are apart long enough Sam and Danny start to get ill.

5). The Manson Parents are a bit more supportive of Danny in this AU, as Sam's Physical Wellbeing is tied to Danny, and vice versa.

6).When Vlad tries to clone Danny and takes from Nightshade to do it, it makes Ellie Sam and Danny's daughter.

7). They always know in what direction and how far away their other half is. in addition they have telepathy between their human forms, and just between them.

8). Nightshade has all of Phantom's powers, as they are half Phantom, but Sam brings in portals, hypnosis, and fire, amongst whatever else people want to add.

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[fruchtfliege]

Snippet Sunday 👰

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(imp info for the snippet: so they've been undercover in a hunter convention and, a few days ago, there was wolfsbane in the food)

Chris puts the dish down in front of him. Everyone in the cafeteria is so loud, they don't really feel the need to talk. Peter takes his utensils even if he's not hungry. 

“Wait, I didn't taste it yet,” Chris says quickly, still placing everything on their table. 

Peter snorts at Chris playing mother hen but, inside, he's stunned. There's something in the casualness of Chris’ words, something about him only halfway paying attention while saying them, that reeks of domesticity. They've been together every second of the last four days but this feels different. It looks like, for the first time, it's easy for Chris. 

Peter stares as the hunter finally gets settled and takes a bite out of his dish before pushing Peter's plate back towards him. Chris considers the bite for a few seconds. 

“Is it okay? It's not too hot for me to eat, mom?”

Chris nods with just a smirk and Peter loses a few seconds staring at it. What the fuck does that mean? Since when is Chris amused? Especially since he was furious just an hour ago! 

…And they say Peter is unstable. 

“What?” Chris asks when he notices Peter not eating and looking at him. 

“You smirked,” Peter says in a low voice. “You never smirk.” 

Chris stays silent. He starts digging into his own plate before he finally shrugs. “I thought it was funny.” 

Peter is conflicted. On one hand, he loves a compliment. On the other, it's probably just Chris apologizing without apologizing again.

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Theo closed the door to his apartment, falling backwards against it and sliding to the floor. It was a dramatic gesture but it felt fitting to physically sink to the ground when that's exactly how he felt on the inside; sinking. Falling. Crashing. Burning.

What the hell was he thinking? Agreeing to be in a fake relationship with Scott, hell, suggesting it. Was he fucking stupid? What did he think was gonna happen when he played pretend getting everything he wanted? That it wouldn’t affect him at all? That if he was just self-aware enough he’d be immune to his own pathetic, lovesick brain chemistry? Idiot.

Admitting defeat wasn’t something that came easy to Theo, but defeated he was. More than just his pride was hurting and he’d take another eight years on the Dread Doctors’ table over another second of this.

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From a WIP that's haunting me, enjoy a sprinkle of my fake dating sceo

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