#gonna call this chapter the eclair affair

[deadgirlwalking91]

Woke up this morning to see that Thank You for the Venom has officially surpassed 5K hits, and has over 200 kudos on AO3!

It means so much to me that people have enjoyed the story so far. It’s been such a blast to write, but what’s been even MORE incredible is all the reader interactions that stem from each chapter update. Thank you all so, so much 🫶🏻 keep ‘em coming!

Considering I’m being mean and not (yet) posting a preview for the next chapter as what I’ve written so far will give FAR too much away, have a small excerpt instead from a little plot bunny I had to get out of my head this week. It’s not occurring for a few chapters yet, and might get reworked, but it’s the least I could do as a little thank-you for following along with Adam and Lute’s bullshit so far. Enjoy!

“What’s that?” Lute asked, eyeing the pastry curiously. It hardly looked like breakfast to her. She’d usually prepare something far healthier, like a vegetable omelette. Or a protein shake. Truthfully, she rarely ever indulged in food that wasn’t designed specifically to fuel her body.

She shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze as Adam stared at her, his mouth moving wordlessly in response.

His reaction made her feel like she’d disappointed him, and strangely, the feeling made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't like that.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Lute! First I find out you’ve never tried ribs - which is fucking criminal, by the way - and now this. You can’t seriously be telling me you’ve never had a chocolate éclair before?” he exclaimed.  She shook her head.

“Is this one of those ‘my-body-is-a-temple things?”

“No,” she said defensively, crossing her arms. “It’s an I-only-eat-for-fuel thing. I don’t see the point in indulging in things that don’t have a purpose.”

“You,” Adam started, rolling his eyes, “are the biggest fucking nerd, I swear to God. Here, live a little and take a bite.”

She eyed him wearily as he held the chocolate-covered pastry out to her. “I don’t want to get my hands all sticky.”

“Oh for fucks’ sake,” he muttered, “this is worse than dealing with toddlers. I’ll hold it for you then, if you’re going to be such a fucking princess about it. Here.”

Lute bit her lip, her eyes flickering between the éclair and Adam’s expectant face. There was no getting out of this. She’d take a bite, pretend like it tasted nice and that’d be the end of it, she’d ask him to make her a protein shake for a nice, normal breakfast. One suited for a fierce warrior such as herself.

She shuffled closer, leaning forward onto her hands as she opened her mouth and wrapped it around the end of the éclair, not-so-delicately tearing the end off with her teeth. Cream spilled messily over the sides of the choux pastry, and she had chocolate painted on her nose by the time she pulled away. She didn’t care about the mess of it all, because she had never tasted anything quite so delectable in her life.