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WINNER SNIPPET

The Winner of this XMas' Snippet Raffle is here. Our lucky one wished the following content: MC: Mollie (aka Mols, F) RO: Felix, relationship stage, pre-breakup Setting: Xmas / Winter Setting - FLUFF vibes Thanks for allowing me to post it here. 🫶

Felix steps out of the car, his breath immediately condensing in the sharp, wintry air. The season is at its peak, the world around him covered under a blanket of snow. At least the snowfall has eased for now—though the wind still bites sharply at any exposed skin. Tugging the collar of his jacket closer to his neck, a faint shiver courses through him before he turns to the car trunk. He pops the trunk open and pulls out two bags, slinging them over his shoulders before walking toward the passenger seat. His boots crunch softly in the snow as he circles the vehicle. Felix approaches the door cautiously, opening it slowly. His gaze flickers briefly toward you inside. 

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You sit still, hands resting lightly in your lap, your posture tense yet composed beneath the blindfold still secured over your eyes. His expression flickers with excitement at the sight of you, but there's also a subtle trace of insecurity, unsure whether he’s doing the right thing.

Positioning himself by the door, he rests his hand lightly on the door frame, ensuring you won’t bump into it. “May I?”

You nod silently, lifting a hand toward the direction of his voice. His fingers close around yours softly, still warm despite the chill in the air. Felix keeps his grip careful, afraid to press too firmly, but even more reluctant to let go. Slowly, he guides you from the seat, his gaze flickering anxiously over your every movement. His free hand hovers near your head, in case you waver. Each subtle shift makes his mind race: Are you cold? Comfortable? Uneven on the icy surface? "One sec," Felix says softly as he closes the door behind you.

When he stops in front of you again, he glances down at his hands, turning them slightly before exhaling softly to warm them. He carefully lifts his fingers, hesitating just at the edge of your blindfold. Slowly, he slips his fingers beneath the fabric, removing it gently. When the blindfold comes away, his lips curve into a smile almost instantly. The moment your eyes meet his, something in him jolts. It happens every time—a pull so deep it leaves his chest tight. His gaze softens as he watches your eyes blink, adjusting to the pale brightness of the winter landscape.

The moment your eyes adjust to your surroundings, your expression turns puzzled. “Where are we?” you ask, your tone unsure but curious. He glances toward the hut in the distance, then back at you. As he tucks the blindfold into his jacket pocket his fingers brush something cool and smooth—the small surprise he has hidden there. The feel of it steadies him, though the gesture is unconscious.

“I just thought…” He hesitates, his words faltering, the sentence dangling unfinished. “With how fucked up things have been at home lately, I…” His voice trails off, his gaze dipping for a brief moment before meeting yours again.

“That you’ve brought me to a murder house in the middle of nowhere to solve my problems?” you continue with a raised brow.

Felix freezes, the words hitting him like a blow. His face falls completely, panic flickering in his eyes. “W-what? I…” he stammers, his gaze darting from the hut to you, his stomach suddenly heavy with dread. “No, I… I’m sorry. Was it a stupid idea? It was a stupid idea. How could I… We can just—”

“No, no, it was just a joke,” you interrupt him, your tone a bit more light this time, more reassuring.

Relief washes over him, though his expression remains skeptical. He searches your face, still unsure if you are truly okay, but then you smile—that smile, the one he knew so well and had come to adore. It’s enough to melt his doubts. He exhales shakily, then extends a hand toward you. “Shall we?” he asks softly.

You nod, slipping your hand into his. The two of you walk together toward the hut, snow crunching underfoot as it clings stubbornly to the soles of your shoes. The wooden steps creak faintly, the sound muted at first by the snow before becoming clearer. Felix reaches into his pocket, his fingers quickly finding the key. He unlocks the door, pushing it open with a loud click.

Stepping inside, he walks to the armchair near the window, setting your bags down carefully. Turning back, he catches sight of you moving through the small cabin, your eyes taking everything in. A smile spreads across Felix’ face once more as he watches you curiously inspecting the cabin, your eyes roving over every detail. There is a warmth to your presence that seems to ease every space, filling it with a subtle but undeniable life.

Just as you begin to shrug off your jacket, he moves quickly toward you. “Let me,” his voice gentle but carrying a touch of eagerness. You nod, your hands occupied with the scarf around your neck. Felix’ hands brush lightly against your shoulders as he reaches for your coat, and as you finally free your scarf, he leans in. His lips press softly to the back of your neck, the kiss brief but lingering enough for the warmth of your skin to register against his mouth.

He notices you stiffen ever so slightly, caught by the surprise, and he feels the faintest shiver ripple through you. Felix can’t help the smile that follows. He has caught you off guard in the way he always enjoys—not in jest, but with affection.

He slides the jacket off your shoulders and carries it to the coat hook by the door, hanging it carefully alongside your scarf. Then he turns back to you. “Why don’t you sit for a moment? I’ll get us a couple of mugs.” Without waiting for a reply, he moves toward the kitchen area. The cupboards are small and painted with slightly peeling white lacquer. As he opens one of them, he instantly finds two ceramic mugs with faded blue patterns.

Felix returns to you, carrying the mugs and placing them gently on the small wooden table in front of you. You are settled on the sofa opposite, sinking into its cushions. He straightens, offering a quick smile before turning back toward his bag. From the depths of it he retrieves a thermos and a small box. Unfastening the lid of the thermos, the rich, thick aroma of hot chocolate wafts into the room. He pours the steaming drink into the two mugs. A curl of steam rises from each cup as he slides your mug carefully toward you. Then, he opens the small box, its contents hidden from your view for now.

“What’s that?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

Felix smirks, a touch of pride dancing in his expression. “I brought us something extra,” he says lightly.

You look at it with a mix of suspicion and amusement, watching as he opens the lid with a small flourish. Inside are cookies—partly golden, partly darker brown and slightly uneven in a way that hints they aren’t store-bought. “You brought cookies?” you ask, laughter slipping into your voice as you eye them.

“Not just any cookies,” he replies, his tone suddenly playful. “I baked these myself.”

“You baked them?” Your incredulity is almost comical, and you stare at him as if he’d claimed to have invented the wheel.

“Hey, don’t be unfair,” Felix protests, though he grins at your reaction. “I can learn new things, you know. There was this video on social media—foolproof.” With that, he reaches into the box confidently, plucking out one of the biscuits. He examines it briefly, then takes a bite with an exaggerated air of self-assurance. The sharp crack echoes in the room, and Felix’ face immediately twists with pain. It slices through his jaw and shoots up into his skull, leaving him frozen for a moment.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Your voice is panicked as you quickly scoot closer to him, your hands reaching out instinctively, unsure where to touch.

With a wince, Felix only manages a low “Mmm” in response, his face still contorting in pain. A moment of tense silence follows. “Shit, I think I’ve chipped a tooth.” His voice is strained, his attempt to downplay the situation failing miserably.

You immediately lean forward, concern flashing in your eyes. “I’ll check where the nearest dentist is,” you say, already pulling out your phone to search for one.

“No, no, it’s not necessary…” He raises a hand, halting you mid-movement.

Hesitation audible in your voice. “Are you sure? Not that you...”

“Really, it’s fine...” he mutters, trying to reassure you despite the still-growing discomfort in his face. He’s planned this whole thing for so long—he doesn’t want something as silly as this to ruin the weekend. The last thing he wants is for his own clumsiness to change everything now.

You sigh, then you gently take the cookie from his hand. “Then no more cookies,” you say with a light chuckle, shaking your head.

Felix tries to recover with a feigned seriousness, though his smile still tugs at the corners of his lips. “Well, at least we won’t be unarmed if a killer shows up,” he says while his eyes flicker briefly toward you, hoping for a laugh, but unsure if the joke will land.

You, however, don’t respond with laughter. Instead, you meet his gaze with something more—a genuine, warm smile. It wasn’t one of those quick, polite gestures, but something deeper, more comforting that makes his stomach flutter and his cheeks flush.

“Oh, wait, I’ve got something else,” he says suddenly. He almost forgot and springs to his feet, making his way quickly to the coat hanging by the door.

“Should I get the first aid kit?” you ask, half teasing but still worried, the concern lingering in your voice.

Felix’ hand closes around something cool and smooth. For a moment, he freezes and his gaze softens as he considers the weight of the moment, his thoughts clouded with the effort to lighten the mood once more. He turns toward you slowly, his eyes meeting yours for the briefest of moments before he lowers himself to the floor across from you. When he looks up again, he offers his closed hand in your direction.

“What comes next?” you ask, your voice now marked with clear skepticism. There’s no masking the wariness in your tone after all the surprises, the sudden shifts that seem to find their way into your afternoon.

He slowly opens his hand while his eyes never leave yours. The small object in his hand, tucked carefully into his palm, finally becomes clear as your eyes fall upon it. It’s a glass heart, deep green and smooth, catching the light in a way that makes it almost glow. He notices your breath catching slightly at the unexpected sight, and Felix’ smile spreads wider, something warm, tender, and entirely unguarded on his lips. He can’t hide the pride that flickers there—no matter how small the gesture seems, it feels significant. Seeing your eyes so warm and tender, to him, it’s as if the room disappears, leaving only the intensity of your gaze. “I found it yesterday on the beach in Nice,” he says softly, his voice a little tighter now, as if the memory of the moment has a more personal weight than he realised. His heart races, the feeling he had just the day before when he'd discovered the shard of glass, shaped like a heart, half-buried among the stones and pebbles along the shore. He remembers how he carefully picked it up, hardly believing his luck to find something so unique. The memory brings a rush of warmth. He exhales softly, still holding the glass heart carefully between his fingers, and glances back at you, his smile steady but just the slightest bit nervous now.

“It’s beautiful,” you say as you pick it up from his palm to take a closer look, your voice soft as you gaze at the delicate glass heart.

“You’re beautiful.” The words slip out without thinking, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I love you, Mols,” he adds.

[falleraatje]

Ich liebe es, meine Notes durchzugehen und dort fic Snippets zu finden, bei denen ich keine Ahnung mehr habe, wozu sie gehören und ob da je etwas draus geworden ist (oder was mal daraus hätte werden sollen). Anyway, enjoy?

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"Wie lange geht das schon so?"

Leo starrt weiter an Pia vorbei aus dem Fenster. Um diese Uhrzeit sind die Straßen voll mit genervten Berufstätigen, die unbedingt nach Hause wollen, Freundesgruppen auf dem Weg zu einem gemütlichen Abendessen und Leuten, die meinen, ihren Sportwagen genau vor dem Präsidium in zweiter Reihe parken und alle mit furchtbar lauter Musik beschallen zu müssen.

"Leo, bitte. Das mit dir und Adam, wie lange geht das schon so?"

Darauf könnte es viele Antworten geben. Seit zwei Wochen, seit er die Sporttasche mit dem Geld aus dem Bankraub gefunden hat und seit Adam damit wortlos verschwunden ist, weil er offensichtlich nicht mit Leo darüber reden will. Natürlich nicht.

Seit Adam wieder in Saarbrücken ist und Leos Welt erneut auf den Kopf gestellt hat, mit Lügen und Halbwahrheiten, aber auch mit zu lange andauernden Berührungen, Umarmungen und Blicken, die Leos Herz jedes Mal flattern lassen.

Seit er sich mit sechzehn zum ersten Mal eingestanden hat, dass er alles für Adam tun würde.

"Zu lange", murmelt er. Vor dem Fenster springt der Fahrer wieder in seinen Sportwagen und fährt los. Je weiter er sich entfernt, desto leiser wird die Musik und lässt Leo allein mit Pia und einer erdrückenden Stille zurück.

Pias Arm drückt leicht gegen seinen, als sie sich neben ihn ans Fenster stellt. "Dann wird es vielleicht langsam mal Zeit, etwas daran zu ändern, oder?"

[panzershrike-pretz]

Hey guys, i'm trying to get back into writing!

For now i don't really have anything in mind, but seeing as Peggy made some success in this post, i decided to start with just a translation of one of Peggy's other dumbasseries :D

Please enjoy! Or don't, who am i to say?

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Peggy sat down beside her owner, looking up with some curiosity as her and the other people talked. She could only make up some of the words being said and, honestly, couldn't care less for it. She heard stuff she knew here and there, but the conversation didn't seem to include her, so she could only watch.

Her eyes drifted from her owners face to the child in front of them. She could smell his fear as he panicked about something to do with a Francesca lady. Pegs didn't care a single bit as she layed down.

"Oh... oh no! Oh no, i'm talking to much!", the kid said, covering his mouth with his hands as if it would make his words disappear. "Francesca is gonna kill me!"

"Chill out, Peet" Peggy's owner said and the dogs ears turned a bit at the sound of her voice. Pangy smiled sweetly, playing the childs game - she could only guess what he was trying to fool with that talk of Francesca being from the past or she inviting him to go with her to a safe place, inside a cabinet. It could only be his imagination, right?

Her smile didn't work. He seemed to shiver in fear, eyes darting to the men surrounding rhe woman. Could he run? Maybe he should run.

Peggy huffed, rolling her eyes. Maybe we could've stayed in bed today, she tought, feeling a nudge in her butt and turning her head. It was Dennis, Collins' more serious and not-fun brother.

He looked around as if to make sure no one was watching before getting down to her level and offering some crackers. She felt her tail wagging and violently hitting Dean's leg.

Maybe it was some kind of peace offering? He'd been a pain in her ass since his brothers passing - or, better yet, a pain in everyone's ass. Either way, Peggy happily took her snacks.

She didn't pay attention when a women walked out of the cafe's door, placing her hands on Peet's shoulder. It calmed him down instantly.

"You must be Francesca, right?", Pangy asked. It was the same woman that gave her cake and water about an hour ago. She wasn't really talkative, it seemed. "Peet talked about you".

Her face didn't change and they quickly caught up that she couldn't understand their language. The woman simply smiled politely, while a cat who sat at her shoulders glared with death eyes at 'em.

The feline didn't seem to noticed Peggy as it jumped down to inspect her visitors. That was a critical error on it's part.

Peggy jumped up immediately, her tail wagging more than ever as she chomped don the cat's head, fitting it whole in her own mouth. She didn't even gave it a chance to react, which left the feline confused for a good second before hissing and swating at her.

"PIA!", Francesca yelled, concerned for the cat who managed to release itself from the grasp and jumped on the table, it's fur up and ears pinned back.

Peggy barked as she put her front paws on the table, refusing to heed her owners order to "sit" or "stay down" or "PEGGY FUCK OFF!".

She tried to grab it's tail, but only got a few good punches in the face and a scratch in the nose - that finally made her back down, confused. Aren't you friend? What a strange dog! So small and feisty!

"Gods, Peggy, get off the cat's face!", her owner spat, trying to pull her off by the collar with the help of Dennis. The dog sat again, still extremely curious.

Pia the cat started calming down only a bit, her tail swinging and howling at the dog. She was almost certain she could claw the dogs eyes out if she really tried.

Not friend?, Peggy turned her head a bit, still happy. She wasn't even bothered as her owner made a quick check up on the scratch. Mom, I wanna see the angry tiny dog!

Pangy couldn't stop muttering sorry apologies to Francesca - not that she could understand, but she most certainly felt the womans guilt for the situation.

Pia finally sat down, looking down at Peggy. Who did that ugly dog think she was to bite the head of such a princess? Pia would've sent her to the guillotine if she could.

The cat started to clean herself up, when suddenly she felt hands around her picking her up.

The man, Nigel, had a flirty smile as he handed Francesca the cat as if it was a flower bouquet. Pia was having a terrible day.

"I think this is yours, pretty~", Nigel said, winking at Franzie. She could not care less to his advances, simply taking her kitty out of his hands with a simple "thanks".

"Yeah, Nigel, she wants you to fuck off!" someone else said, giggling to himself.

"FUCK YOU, DEAN!", the man turned at him, almost growling, then stormed off in defeat.

Peggy licked her nose, looking around as Francesca pulled Peet from his chair by the arm, simply tired of dealing with that. In a moment, the three simply disappearing in the crowd that took the street.

Well, that was fun! She tought, without notincing the ooks of annoyance she was receiving from the soldiers. She managed to single handedly (pawdedly?) embarass everyone in front of Peet and Franzie.

"Sometimes I think that if she wasn't a good rescue dog, she'd be left behind", Dennis whispered, narrowing his eyes at her.

Peggy wagged her tail.

Rescue? Who am I rescuing? Will we go after Collins then?

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I hope y'all like my silly dumb dog! :]

That was all I have for now, though I could translate more of her dumb adventures.

[part-time-lesbian]

They kinda forgot to wrap up Chandra's emotional arc in Aetherdrift, so have some flash fiction

Chandra had put up a valiant effort to remain composed for the Ghirapur Grand Prix victory ceremony, but as soon as she was able to politely excuse herself, she collapsed into Nissa's arms. She spent the ride home with her head in the elf's lap, barely holding in sobs of pain. A small, spiteful part of Nissa wanted to kill Jace for hurting the woman she loved like this. But vengeance wasn't what her girlfriend needed right now. While Chandra tried to play it off as a severe migraine, her soft cries let out hints to the truth. Whatever psychic attack Jace had unleashed to scramble her senses had stirred up a storm of fears and anxieties, both new and old. Snippets of trauma Nissa hadn't even known about leaked out through tears and mingled with familiar wounds in what must have been a vicious storm of emotion. Cries for her father. For her mother. For Gideon. For Nissa. Especially for Nissa. She knew how much this race meant to Chandra. Gods, she knew. And she hated it. She hated to see her like this, her normally mercurial mind finally fixated on something long enough to worry herself sick over it. She intimately knew how badly Chandra wanted to do this for her, to help fix things for her, to make her happy. But it was only now that she realized how much this desperation was driven by fear. Fear of how upset Nissa must be, now that she failed. Fear of how Nissa would never give a genuine smile again. How she'd ruined Nissa's life with this failure. That she was a failure. That she didn't deserve Nissa, and that Nissa would have every right to leave her after this. So, so much self-loathing that had been dredged up from where it had been festering in the recesses of her mind. And that was only what she let slip out. There was no telling how much more there was being kept bottled up inside.

For the sake of her girlfriend's pride, she waited to say something until after Pia had finished helping her carry Chandra up to their bedroom. It gave her time to figure out the correct sequence of words to say. She wished she had Jace's powers so she could simply project her feelings directly into Chandra's head, but that was what gotten her into the state she was in in the first place. Finally, she settled on something simple. She sat on the bed and placed a hand on her girlfriend's back. "I love you, Chandra," she said.

Immediately, the tears that the hero of Avishkar had barely been holding at bay came pouring out. Half-coherent apologies tumbled out of her mouth, punctuated by body-wracking sobs. Nissa wasn't quite sure if Chandra even knew what she was apologizing for. She buried her face in Nissa's lap, and Nissa stroked her reassuringly.

"I need you to know that I'm not mad at you," she said as gently as she could. "I know you wanted the Aetherspark for me, but I need you to know I don't need it. Yes, I miss Zendikar dearly. Of course I do. But you've shown me that anywhere can be home as long as I'm with you. You don't need to be a big damn hero for me to love you. You don't need to be the hero of Avishkar, savior of the multiverse, slayer of Eldrazi. You just need to be here, with me."

The sobs intensified and Chandra clung tighter to her girlfriend.

"You just need to be Chandra, my girlfriend who I love very much. Even when she doesn't love herself."

[anukkuna]

Day 13: Cleverest detail

I'm not sure whether this counts as a 'clever' detail or just as 'interesting symbolism' or whatever... also, I'm just speculating here, so maybe, nothing of what I'm about to say was ever intended by the director and welp...- anyway, here's my two thoughts:

The scene in which Adam has to undergo the strip search for prison and its related scenes:

The scene is presented in snippets. We cut between the office scene with Leo and Pia and, later, a longer flashback scene with Roland. It’s in this flashback that the stick and Roland’s method of suicide - intended to frame Adam as the murderer - are revealed.

In the office, we see Leo and Pia piecing together the bank robberies committed by Boris Barns and Roland Schürk (because Adam handed Leo the photo and related evidence at the lake). They come to realize that what happened back then is still very much connected to Adam’s current situation.

Meanwhile, Adam is being subjected to a thorough examination by the prison physician. (The only way it could be more literal is if they actually x-rayed him!)

We also see him lie effortlessly - for example, when asked whether he smokes. (And, of course, this is where we get his iconic line: "Alles klar. Mir scheißegal.") As a viewer, this was another moment in which thought: 'Wow, he’s really good at this. At lying... huh.'

What I really want to focus on here, though, is the theme of being caged in this scene. First of all, the way it’s shot: from outside the windows with these metal grids inside. We’re watching Adam, visibly uncomfortable, undress in a cage created by:

1. His own colleagues, whom we just saw in the previous scenes (with Leo, his partner, being the one who had to put the handcuffs on him); and -

2. His manipulative and abusive father, as shown in the following scene.

This is also the scene where Adam’s large snake tattoo is revealed, likely altering the viewer’s perspective on the title Das Herz der Schlange. (At least, that’s what happened for me.) You might think: Ohhh... the heart the snake is protecting is Adam’s heart! So, in a way, the episode could literally be called Adams Herz (Though, to be fair, one could have drawn this conclusion earlier, when Roland paralleled himself with the frog and Adam with the snake in the terrarium.)

And then there’s the way Adam briefly looks almost(!) directly at the camera - like a trapped, caged animal that would much rather fight or flee but isn’t allowed to.

There is, of course, a deeper and more sinister layer of symbolism to this.

Within the fandom, there has already been discussion about the association of snakes with negative traits - particularly due to their role in biblical contexts.

One major theme, I believe, is the idea that evil is inherent in the snake’s nature, tied to its association with temptation and sin.

This is another clever detail I’d like to highlight (if it was intended that way! Also, apologies if someone else has already written about this and I’m unaware.) So…

In the flashback, we cut to Roland, Adam’s father. In German (and, I believe, in English as well), there’s a saying:

"Der Apfel fällt nicht weit vom Stamm" - "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

So, is Adam tempted to discover how far he has fallen - from the metaphorical, biblical tree (and the real one we see later)?

How much of his family’s criminal tendencies and energy has Adam inherited? Are deception and lying things that come naturally to him? Is there, deep within the heart of the snake, some lingering trace of evil? Even if Adam were never intentionally criminal, are there still aspects of his 'nature' he can’t control (and which would that be)?

Esther seems to suspect as much. She believes Adam tried to kill his father before. Even after learning that it was Leo (and Adam) acting in self-defense, she continues to distrust Adam in Ep. 4. On the rooftop, she openly says to him, “I don’t trust you.”

Snakes are often associated with being cunning, deceitful, and unpredictable - silent predators that suddenly strike. Are we, as viewers, meant to draw these parallels to Adam? Or is this meant to make us question these stereotypes?

Later, when Roland utters his last words, I was wondering the same thing... wondering if this is what they're getting at.

"Adam... meine Krone."

- Roland Schürk, Das Herz der Schlange

I feel this refers both to the crown of a tree and the crown of a king, (which is traditionally passed down to his heir, of course). (It’s worth noting that the crown, as a symbol, has been scratched into the bark of the tree where the money is buried. R+A - Roland and Adam. A place where they likely went before... maybe when Adam was much younger?)

But make no mistake. Telling Adam where the money is in his final moment is not meant as a kind gesture at all.

Roland correctly suspects that once Adam knows where the money is - whether or not Adam really finds or takes it - other gangsters will come after him. Adam is even tortured by Boris in prison over it. This becomes Roland’s final attempt to torment Adam, presenting him with criminals, who will come after him, as well as a difficult moral choice: Should Adam return the money, which he could use as compensation? (After all, the bank likely didn’t go bankrupt from the robbery, so it might even be morally justifiable for him to keep it.) Or should he keep the money - and risk both his job and his relationship with Leo in the process?

Adam is caged, in more than one way. How will he escape?

[sonnebume]

Heute Wird Vollgetankt!

Kontext: Pia und Adam sind zsm in Pias Wohnung. Leo und Esther sind zsm in der Bar.

“Hier”, sagte Esther kurze Zeit später, als sie sich wieder auf ihren Platz sinken ließ. Sie hielt Leo ein Glas Caipi hin.

Er nahm ihr den Cocktail ab und sah zu, wie sie einen kräftigen Zug aus ihrem Strohhalm nahm. Die Zornesfalte zwischen ihren Augenbrauen hielt sich hartnäckig.

“Alkohol ist keine Lösung”, witzelte Leo und nahm einen leichten Zug von seinem Drink. Der Barkeeper hatte sie ganz schön stark gemixt.

Für seinen Kommentar kassierte er nur einen finsteren Blick.

Auf dem Tisch vibrierte sein Handy, schon wieder.

“Oh Mann, was jetzt?”, stöhnte Esther.

Pia:

Das war der Vermieter! Die Wohnung ist safe!!!!🥳🥳🥳

Scheiße.

Leos Blick wanderte zu Esther, die reglos dasaß und auf ihr Display starrte. Das Handy auf dem Tisch und den Cocktail in der Hand sah sie aus, wie zu Stein erstarrt.

Er konnte sich denken was ihr gerade durch den Kopf ging. Ihm gefiel dir Vorstellung von Adam und Pia auch nicht, schon gar nicht in einer gemeinsamen Wohnung und einer verdammten Katze. Das war ja fast schon, wie eine Kleinfamilie.

Noch bevor Leo vorsichtig nachfragen konnte, ob es Esther gut ging, schüttelte sie den Kopf und warf das Handy zurück in ihre Handtasche.

Dann sah sie ihn an und Leo sah mit großen Augen zurück. Esther nickte ihm kurz zu, dann legte sie die Lippen an ihr Glas und begann zu trinken.

“Esther!”

Leo war ebenso verstört, wie fasziniert, als er dabei zusah, wie sie den gesamten Drink auf Ex trank, ohne auch nur mit der Wimper zu zucken.

Als sie ausgetrunken hatte leckte sie sich den Zucker von den Lippen und stellte das Glas mit einem kräftigen Wumms auf dem Tisch ab.

Leo sah sie abwartend an. “Geht's dir gut?”

“Sau gut”, sagte Esther in nüchternem Tonfall - auch wenn sie nach dieser Aktion unmöglich noch nüchtern sein konnte.

“Und gleich geht's mir noch besser”, sagte sie und stand auf.

“Esther– "

“Fang an zu trinken, Hölzerchen”, rief sie ihm über die Schulter zu, während sie bereits schon wieder auf die Bar zusteuerte. “Heut’ wird vollgetankt!”

Leo sah ihr mit fassungslosem Blick nach, seine Lippen unwillkürlich zu einem Grinsen verzogen.

Das konnte einfach nicht gut enden.

Er sah auf seinen Drink hinunter, den er bisher kaum angerührt hatte. Was für einen Alkoholgehalt hatte der wohl? 30 Prozent? 40?

Andererseits, konnte es gerade überhaupt noch schlimmer werden?

Er sah noch einmal auf sein Handy hinab. Das Display hatte sich bereits abgedunkelt, was bedeutete es würde bald ganz erlöschen.

Pia:

Das war der Vermieter! Die Wohnung ist safe!!!🥳🥳🥳

Das Display wurde schwarz.

“Scheiß drauf”, sagte Leo und nahm sein Glas in die Hand. “Heute wird vollgetankt.”

Er tat es Esther gleich und trank auf Ex.

Der Anfang vom Ende. Ich hab so Spaß!😂

(Der Snippet ist nicht groß bearbeitet, bitte verzeiht, wenn Ausdruck und Rechtschreibung nur so meh sind. Ich wollte dashier einfach so schnell wie möglich mit euch teilen.)

Credit

Gif Esther @all-the-gae-things

Gif Leo @leoholzer

[rbchild]

Der ewige Edit...

Habt ihr auch manchmal Fics ewig auf dem Computer rumliegen, die eigentlich fertig sind?

So ein Exemplar fliegt bei mir jetzt schon seit...Oktober oder so auf der Festplatte rum. Es war sogar das Fic, bei dem ich nicht ewig nach einem Titel suchen musste, weil der Titel mit das erste war, das feststand.

Gespräch auf der Dachterrasse, nur ohne Gelbfilter. Dafür leider mit ein paar mehr Klamotten, aus irgendeinem Grund war in meinem Kopf gerade kein Hochsommer.

Auf dem Weg zum Kaffeeholen belauscht Adam ein Gespräch zwischen Pia und Leo. Missverständnisse entstehen! Adams Weltbild wird über den Haufen geworfen! Zwei Menschen reden sehr lange aneinander vorbei! Irgendwann wird auch geknutscht!

Aber irgendwie kriege ich es nicht gepostet. Da muss immer noch ein Edit her. Gut, es sind immer noch Fehler drin, aber auf Fehler hab ich es noch gar nicht durchgearbeitet. Man merkt, ich drücke mich hier. Weil es soll ja witzig sein und den Leser in den Wahnsinn treiben, bis die zwei mal merken, dass sie da ganz gepflogen aneinander vorbei reden.

Sportmetaphern werden überstrapaziert!

*seufz*

Vielleicht muss ich mich einfach mal aufraffen, einen finalen Edit zu machen und es endlich zu posten.

Hier mal ein kleines Snippet, vielleicht kann ich mich ja so selbst motivieren, da mal aktiver ranzugehen.

Zweier ohne Steuermann

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Auch ohne hinzusehen wusste Adam, dass Leo ihn von der Seite anschaute. Er konnte es fühlen. Das war für ihre Verhältnisse auch gerade ein absolut beschissen oberflächliches Gespräch über Nichtigkeiten. Da wäre er an Leos Stelle aber auch gewaltig misstrauisch geworden. “Adam? Irgendwas ist…” “Kann es sein, dass wir eigentlich nie reden? Also so über persönliche Dinge.” Adam hatte keine Ahnung, wo das plötzlich hergekommen war. Leos drohendes Nachbohren, Adams eigenes Unwohlsein mit dem ganzen seltsamen Gespräch da unten in der Teeküche, und dann auch noch das Gefühl, dass es da wichtige Dinge in Leos Leben gab, von denen er keine Ahnung hatte, und schon wurde aus Adam offenbar jemand, der ganz idiotisch und ohne Filter einfach das ausplapperte, was ihm in den Sinn kam. Erstklassige Leistung. Neben ihm drehte Leo sich, damit er Adam besser anschauen konnte, und jetzt endlich wagte Adam es und warf einen verstohlenen Blick auf Leos Gesicht. Da sah er vor allem Verwirrung. Leo hatte die Augenbrauen nach unten gezogen und sah ihn völlig entgeistert an. “Was? Wo kommt denn das her?” Adam schüttelte den Kopf, aber die Katze war aus dem Sack, und er kannte Leo nun wirklich gut genug um zu wissen, dass die da auch nicht wieder reingestopft werden würde, bis Leo ganz genau wusste, wovon Adam sprach. Trotzdem musste er es ja irgendwie versuchen. “Vergiss es.” Leo schüttelte den Kopf. “Garantiert nicht. Was um alles in der Welt meinst du damit? Es gibt glaube ich keinen Menschen, der so viele persönliche Dinge über mich weiß wie du.” Nur offenbar nicht, was Leo gerne mal samstags abends so trieb.

[...]

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Silent Saturday

Thanks @museandquill here!

Rules: Write something without dialogue. Inner dialogue is allowed, but that's it. Thoughts and actions, to keep the scene/snippet silent

Here's a little bit from my most recent finished chapter. For context, Maddie got into a pretty bad physical fight.

From The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)

I didn’t feel bad for what I did for Brycen, which kinda bothered me. Should I feel bad? I mean, I don’t feel great right now… but I dunno if I regret it or not. But Lexi would apologize. Lexi would definitely feel bad. Now, she clearly was disappointed with me. On the first day back from break I got into a public, bloody fight before the first bell? I was careless enough to use my powers in front of the school without a shifting suit? I was shaking by the time Pia came to pick me up. She seemed disappointed. When we got home, I went straight to work on one of the LEGO sets that had built up on my shelf and got to work. Might as well stay as productive as possible until my sister got home.

I'm not sure how well this inner monologue from Maddie went, but I hope it's decent. Slightly self-aware for her, but I think it mostly works. I'll see what happens when I revise it.

Tagging @wolfsbaneandotherfunactivities @elizaellwrites @inkednotebook @scribble-dee-vee @writernopal

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@literarynecromancy @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @corinneglass

[commanderbuffy]

Heart’s Canyon: Chapter *redacted* Snippet

Jade curls up in the plush chair, but despite the backlight built into her Kindle, she isn’t reading. She keeps her eyes trained just above the device. Looking into the kitchen at her girls…at her daughter and her ex. Her friend.

Kit pushes the bag of sugar across the counter that Pia is almost completely on top of, sock-clad feet just barely brushing the top of the stool.

As the sun sets, Kit is lit in a fading orange glow and the lantern flashlights illuminate Pia’s hair in a way that makes it look comically orange in those perfectly crafted braids.

Kit helps Pia level out the cup of sugar and dumps it into the mixing bowl before sliding the flour across the counter.

Jade tries not to think about the fact that it isn’t just breakfast for dinner. It might be for Pia, but not for Kit. It never was for Kit.

Kit’s dad had promised to teach Kit how to cook. It was supposed to be every Sunday, something to give Kit something to do, to keep her from going crazy antsy.

She hadn’t had friends to burn energy off with. Not in middle school. Not before they met.

But that first lesson, making pancakes had been the last. Pancakes. The only meal Kit ever learned to make. Her happiest meal. When they were together, Kit would often tell Jade that she felt closest to her dad making pancakes.

Pia lets out a loud giggle as Kit flicks a bit of flour on her face.

“It’s a critical step to pancake making,” the woman deadpans. “You gotta get a bit messy.”

Taking that as a challenge, Pia takes a large pinch of flour and flicks it back at Kit in return.

Jade tries, and fails, to control her own laugh. Across the room, Kit’s eyes dart up to meet hers, as if she’d forgotten that Jade was in the room with them. She offers Jade a soft smile. And…fuck.

[pavedinashes-if]

As a tiny THANK YOU ... here's a snippet from the upcoming update:

AT THE SKATE SHOP

[…] "Really, [redacted]?" comes a faint whisper in the background. The guy behind the counter mutters, shaking his head. The raw frustration practically pours out of him, yet [redated] stands there unmoved, shrugging in pure indifference.

“That’s what you get for low quality," [redacted] quips, brushing past without another thought, clearly unfazed.

The scene's shift is immediate. One of the guys in the storage room appears with his eyebrows raised, coming out to the floor and seeing the damage. “What the fuck, [redacted]?” The exasperation in his voice says it all.

But [redacted] shrugs again, grabbing some trucks like it was the most normal thing to do. They motion toward the counter, lightly running their fingers over the display of boards, not bothering with the concerns that have already been aired by those around them. “What does it look like?” they ask lazily.

“No,” the guy insists sharply. “You got yours last week.”

[Redacted]'s tongue clicks between their teeth as a low chuckle escapes them. “Yeah, well, I need some new ones," they sniff, clearly believing that rules are suggestions, not mandates. Then, with a sudden jerk of movement, they turn to you, gaze locking onto yours. Their smile tightens into something colder, something more challenging. Without a word, their eyes flick back to your board. Their brow raises … […]

Thanks everybody for being so amazing and an insanely inspiring part of the PiA family! We've come a long way, and we're only been through the prologue yet... Can't wait to release the Update soon! I am beyond excited.

Much love,

Sai

[bourbon-ontherocks]

wip prompt title meme

I was tagged by @pia-writes-things (thank you! ❤️)

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'll start with the disclaimer that most of these are definitively inactive and won't ever see the light of AO3, but here you go! By fandom:

L'art du crime

Adc 2

Sa muse 2

(I know, I know, the originality of my titling policy is riveting)

HPI

Rue déserte

Secret dating (une porte entrouverte sur un peut-être)

Disastrous pre canon first date

Bourbon virus fic

Good Girls

European butter

Kun pao chicken

Acbtm c13

champagne room

Beth x Phoebe

Awkward roommates

Western au

I won't tag as many people as there are wips here because that's A LOT, but I'll tag @asteraceae-blue @sothischickshe @sdktrs12 @riosnecktattoo @michelleelizabethtanner @hemerae-ramblings @luluonthemoon

[eastwindmlk]

Monday Snippet

I was tagged by @nodirectionhome-ao3 and while everyone chose violence. I do not have anything like that in any sort of sharable state. Instead, I will choose spicy.

This is unedited, just FYI.

“Relax, love,” he sighed, pushing himself up, turning around to lay on his stomach. His face next to hers where she sat on the carpet in front of him. His fingers stroking the underside of her chin and coaxing her gaze to meet his. “He is fine and he is going to go mad for it.” His thumb brushed along her jaw, drawing her in for a kiss.  His lips were soft against hers, both new and surprisingly familiar at the same time. The flowery gin, mingled with the cigarette they’d shared before. His fingers burned against her chilled shoulders, fingering the delicate strap of her bralette. The delicate thing offering little in terms of support, but then again, she did not expect to be wearing it as long as she had.

@siriuslychessi, @pia-bartolini, @thelighthousestale, @uncertainwallflower

[anukkuna]

Day 4 + 5: Closure and New Beginnings

I wrote a little Spatort FF for New Year's Eve. I'm not quite finished yet and I'll probably just wrap it up as it is tomorrow or the day after, but I'll post a little snippet here under the cut.

I'll always be a sap for hörk's dynamic of mutual pining while struggling to just talk *ffs*, so that snuck back in there once again haha.

„-fünf, vier, drei, zwei, eins – frohes neues Jahr!“

Unter dem Leuchten des Feuerwerks umarmten sie sich und tauschten gute Wünsche aus, stießen an und genossen die schöne Aussicht von Leos Balkon im dritten Stock. Beobachteten die zuckenden Farbblitze am Nachhimmel und lauschten dem vielstimmigen, herzlichen Gesang, als auf der Dachterrasse schräggegenüber eine kleine Feier „Auld Lang Syne“ anstimmte.

Ganz natürlich verfielen sie in ihre drei Konstellationen, wenige Minuten nach Neujahr; Caro und ihr Freund, Pia und Esther – und Leo und Adam.

Leo sah verstohlen, wie Dennis und Caro sich küssten; sah weiter zu Pia und Esther, die ebenfalls Arm in Arm das Feuerwerk betrachteten. Pia hatte ihren Kopf im Stehen an Esthers Schulter gelegt, deren Wange gegen Pias Haarschopf ruhte. Kurz gab Esther ihr einen Kuss auf die Schläfe und hätte Leo nicht zufällig hingesehen, hätte er es sicherlich verpasst. Rasch wandte er sich wieder ab, ließ den anderen ihre Intimität, wieder zu Adam, in dessen Augen sich das Feuerwerk spiegelte. Adam wiederum sah ihn an, prostete ihm mit der Colaflasche zu, lächelte dabei schief, sagte aber nichts. Leo traf eine bekannte Welle aus Aufregung und Ziehen im Magen, plötzlich bewusst wie sie hier standen, wie bei einem verdammten Pärchen-Abend. Konterte schnell mit einem tiefen Schluck Sekt und ließ den Blick über die nächtliche Kulisse ziehen.

[leucisticpuffin]

WiP Snippet Game

Tagged by @echo-bleu :-) Here's a snippet from sandcastles, an outsider-POV oneshot I am rapidly losing control of:

As they rounded the curve of the dunes a small figure appeared, dark against the grey sea. The wind caught his tangled hair and loose scarves; the water lapped around his boots. “You’ll ruin your shoes, Mister!” shouted Safi, running up to him. Pia cursed through her teeth at her cousin's brashness.  The stranger did not answer. Silver-bright eyes fixed on the horizon, the vast sheet of water across the mudflats and the open sea beyond; perhaps he did not even see the children. Perhaps he was not used to being spoken to – he talked little enough when he came into town for supplies, ragged and wayworn, seeming to look through everyone. He had come two months ago, the stranger with too-bright eyes and a voice like the sea. Some said he was a sea-spirit blown in from the depths, that he only wore the skin of a man; he must be hiding here, nursing some hurt, and when he was well he would return to the waves. Some said he was one of the Elder Folk. Some said he was a sorcerer – how else the bright eyes, how else the song haunting the shoreline? – and best left alone.  And here Safi was talking to him!

I can't decide who to tag so tagging anyone who wants to play the game I guess!

[inastarlesssky]

WIP Tag Game 📖 ✨

I was tagged to participate in this WIP challenge!

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Oh boy, here we go.

1. Tenebrae

2. When the Day Loved the Night

Thank you to @oxfordelise for the tag! (Sorry it took me forever to get back, I got a bit lost in a lot of stuff).

Okay, here's my attempt. I'm not exactly here that much, but this seems like something interesting and fun, and I'd love to participate in this. So I'll go ahead and tag (no pressure, of course!) @pia-bartolini @absumoaevum @tina-mairin-goldstein

[voldylockswrites]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @goldenbi!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it and then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Okay so this is a combination of publishing and non-publishing, but I'm only doing the ones I might actually do something with or else we will be here forever.

A Philosophy of Nowhere

The Interviews of Tom Riddle

Lessons in Obedience

Pureblood Hermione

The Haunting of Prewett House

10 Ways to Woo Your Neighbor

Prophetia

The Black Book

Christmas With Tom

Black Tar, Crystal Phials

Tagging: @lunapwrites @devdevlin @bluesundaycake @inmyownlittlecorner5 @amarillis39 @pia-bartolini @bluezeldana @bluestringpudding @thehollowone16 @nerysdax