#snippet 3

[muses-of-the-mind]

In The Shadows

Thanks to @amethysts-prompts for the prompt 🤎

Villain’s breath got stuck in her throat, heart hammering so loud she was sure Hero could hear it.

She tried to gulp down her anxiety and got up to face her nemesis — or rather a kind of hologram of him.

"Well, fancy seeing you here." Villain tried to keep her voice steady, hoping she gave off a confident aura.

Hero stared at her with cold eyes, "Where did you keep it?"

"I see we’re getting straight to the point. Unfortunately, I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Hero abruptly grabbed her chin, pulling her towards him. "Don’t play with me, Villain. Tell me where you hid the map." His voice came out in a low growl and Villain tried her best to keep from shivering.

She tried to distract herself by focusing on the chandelier above them instead of the fact that Hero was in her bedroom.

"I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t even know how to read maps."

Hero’s eyes darkened at her obvious lie. The shadowy tendrils around his form reached forward, swirling around and caging Villain. They filled up the room, dimming down the lights so Villain could only see Hero’s face. Villain would never admit it but she secretly loved them, even though everyone thought it was a strange superpower for a hero to have.

"Impressive feature. I’m sure it comes in handy when making a horror fil—" Her rambling was cut off with a squeak as Hero pulled her flush against his chest, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other still cupping her jaw.

"I’ll ask you one last time. Where. Did. You. Hide. The map?"

Villain tried to give some kind of answer but she was too aware of the close proximity between them, of the fact that she could just tilt her head and their lips would be touching. Hero’s face was illuminated perfectly by the tiny rays of light coming through the dark, in a way that made him look like an ancient God.

Apparently, silence was enough of an answer for Hero.

He shook his head slightly, dark curls falling into his eyes. Hero sighed and looked at Villain’s open mouth, "Well, that was disappointing."

He reached out to tuck her hair before whispering softly in her ear, "You’ll be regretting this, angel."

The lights flickered and went out for a moment. When they came back, Villain was left alone, no Hero or shadows gracing her lonely room.

[mindless-bibliophile-alt]

Snippet #3.01

TW: needle, asphyxiation, implied kidnapping 

“Not many get to see the my face and live,” a voice behind Hero hissed. A sharp object pressed against their neck.

Their brain regestered the thing too late. A needle. Before they had a chance to protest, the contents were injected and needle removed.

Villain circled to their front, studying. “You won’t remember what I look like. How maddening that will be for you. So close, yet, never close enough.”

Hero’s eyes were wide, their hand at the base of their neck.

“What was in that?” The hero rasped. Their breath was coming up shorter by the second.

The villain’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “It was chloroform, w-“ The hero’s breaths were gasps, Villain noticed. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Before they could ask, however, the hero collapsed. The villain caught them, by some miracle.

The hero was still conscious, which was somewhat of a good sign, Villan noted as they lowered Hero to the ground. Villain checked for a pulse whilst Hero tried to fight them off. It registered in the villan’s mind why they were panicking.

Hero wasn’t breathing. They must of had a reaction to something. They needed a hospital, not to run away!

Villain had froze, allowing Hero the time to get away for just a moment before Villain grabbed for their wrist again. Hero made it a few paces away before grabbing ahold of their boot and ripping it off. They fished out one of the items stored inside the heel. An epipen. They opened the case just as their world went dark.

When the hero awoke, they knew they weren’t in the hospital.

Part 2

[samis-side-of-the-story]

Team Up Snippets 3

"Both of you are annoying." Villain decided.

"That's part of our charm, though." Heros Sidekick said. "Hero and I have that whole 'awesome younger sibling, exasperated older sibling' vibe going on."

She nudged Heros thigh with her foot. Hero groaned, perfectly proving her point.

Villains Sidekick shook his head. "For me and Villain it's more of a 'formerly cool family member and nephew / cousin who used to immitate them and is already surpassing them' thing."

Villain scowled. Villains Sidekick grinned, scooted away in the small tent and neatly hid behind his girlfriend. Villains scowl deepend.

This made Hero laugh.

"Don't worry" They said to Villain. "I still think you're plenty cool."

It was the first time in days they saw Villain genuinely smile.

"You think so?"

"Yeah." The smile made the skin around Villains eyes wrinkle. There was something strangely endearing about that.

They were holding Villains gaze for far longer than they probably should have. But for some reasons they couldn't be botherd to care.

Villains Sidekick coughed. "Only because you're just as old."

"Oh, will you shut up." Heros Sidekick hissed. "They were having a moment."

Hero and Villain both turned to glare at their sidekicks. Still, there was this strange hickup in Heros chest, when Villain didn't even try to deny it.

[the-human-weapon]

Little Snippet #3

Buki struggles with her past, not wanting to be the weapon her parents tried to make her to be. But it's hard to be anything but a weapon when you are made of machines, designed to kill. After Hizashi brought her in to his home, he taught her that she didn't have to destroy. He taught her that she could create as well. Now, she spends a lot of time learning how to make paper crafts, such as stars, flowers, and other origami. The stars are her favorite, as she can do them whenever she feels stressed or upset. Hizashi has paper crafts of hers all around the house, and whenever anyone asks about one of them, he boasts about how his daughter made them for him.

[mindless-bibliophile-alt]

Snippet #3.02

First part here!

TW: description of wounds, needle, held down, explosion

All they knew for certain was their leg was in pain. No, that wasn’t the right word. Burning, aching… throbbing? Yeah, those were better descriptions. All three fit the agonizing feeling that made Hero want to scream.

They knew the walls were a dark green, the cabinets were a shiny silver color. The hero tried to focus on the things around them. It’d keep them from full blown panic.

They swallowed— though their throat was sandpaper —when they noticed a cut about mid-thigh too clean to be accident, right where the searing seemed to originate from.

Upon closer inspection it almost looked like someone slashed their suit then stabbed them. But there wasn’t blood anywhere? Just a blackish-blue bruise the size of a fist?

Hey, wait a minute, that was the same mark an epipen would leave. Wait a minute, did an epipen do that? Did their epipen do that?

It was at that moment the door swung open. The hero froze as two people walked in. Lab coats, one in a turtleneck, the other in a set of off-blue colored scrubs.

They immediately categorized them as civilians, medical workers. The two kept their heads buried in their tablets, effectively not noticing the hero’s awakened state. That was until one of them pulled out a needle and reached for the IV.

The only way Hero could describe what happened when they grabbed the medic’s arm as pure chaos. The medic shrieked, scaring the other nurse who in turn tossed their tablet. The scream apparently alerted others, and now there were more people flooding through the door.

The command for someone to hold Hero down came from the first nurse, and moments later their arms, legs, and shoulders were pinned down. They couldn’t get up. They couldn’t fight them. No, nononono.

“Getoffgetoffgetoff. Get off me!”

“Let them alone,” A new voice rang, calm, but yet still commanding. It was enough that the nurses backed off, thank goodness.

“Its morphine, if that’s what you were so dearly frightened about. You were afraid of it being poison?”

Did they just-? How did they know that?

“Or was it something else entirely … You’ve been quite on edge, even before the doctors arrived…” Oh, they’re a mind reader. Great, just what Hero needed.

“Now now, that’s no way to greet your savior,”

Who is this, who do they think they are?

“You’ll call me a concerned party. If I may ask, do you remember what happened that landed you here?”

Hero couldn’t seem to remember anything. The last thing they could remember was sprinting across rooftop after rooftops towards a bank vault heist in progress. They could see a figure in the distance, but Hero was too far away yet to see who. Was it Supervillain or Thief, perhaps?

No, it was someone they’d never seen before. Hero made note of the stormy grey body suit, a deep green glow illuminating from lines carved into their suit. They couldn’t tell for certain, but it looked like the suit was the expensive stuff— fireproof, bulletproof, the works.

Whoever this was, they had deep connections. And money. Lots of money.

Hero made their presence known as they approached. The figure swiveled, eyes wide. They took a step back. And another. Then they were running into the bank? Despite the questionable action, Hero gave chase.

When the person took a left turn down a corridor, Hero didn’t expect them to come barreling back at an inhuman speed. Hero crashed into the figure, falling face first to the ground. They looked up.

Oh, so that’s why they were running like they saw a demon. That’s a bomb.

Well, it was close enough to a demon.

The last thing they could remember was running. The other person was nowhere in sight, so they must have already made it out, right?

“Hey.” Someone shook Hero’s shoulder, effectively bringing them back to reality. But what about the epipen bruise? They couldn’t explain where the mark came from.

Their savior chuckled. “I’ll let you alone for a moment. There’s someone waiting, they can clarify I do believe.” And without answering Hero’s question, they left.

The next person to enter the room sent Hero’s heart in a frenzy.

“I’m told you recognized me,” They held out a hand to shake. It was them. They were alive! “I’m Villain. And I believe we have a few things to discuss.”

Taglist: @chaoticgoodandi , @dovahcourts

I apologize for how long this took to write!

[brittleshade]

Sunday Snippet

Somehow, I knew I was dreaming.

Perhaps it was the way the light seemed just a little too bright. Or the strange softness of everything around me. Even though I knew this was the Silverstein nursery, it had never been quite this soft.

"Another failed child." A voice echoed from outside the door.

"That has yet to be confirmed." Another answered.

Vaguely, they sounded like the Elders of the family but I could not quite place them. I just knew the sound of disgust in their voice. The same tone I had heard growing up.

Only this time it was not directed at me.

[liamloveslarry]

the boy who cried wolf - snippet part 3.

He’s stood in the kitchen staring dejectedly at the pack of chicken he’d left out to defrost the day before. He picks it up carefully and watches as the melted ice slides down, the no longer pink meat slinking to the bottom, when he hears a knock at the door.

He whispers a quiet ‘fuck’ and places the chicken in the bin, quickly washing his hands underneath the tap and grabbing a tea towel before making his way through the hallway to open the front door.

Standing there in a flowery dressing gown complete with a hairnet and rollers – is Jeanie. Her oven gloved hands are holding a large, rectangular dish while Bess sits next to her slipper laden feet, wagging her small tail.

“Hi, love. I made shepherd’s pie. Can I come in?”

Harry thinks about the wet chicken he’s just had to throw away and the energy he doesn’t have to make anything, so he nods and sidesteps, letting her in. He bends down to stroke Bess while Jeanie makes her way through to the kitchen.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you peeking through the window, Jeanie.” Harry says, standing back up and following her. She places the dish on the countertop and is sorting through his cupboards and drawers to find plates and cutlery.

She glances at him through the corner of her eye and shrugs.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean, dear.” She replies, using a spatula to split the pie into sections and serves a decent helping onto a plate, passing it to Harry. “I definitely haven’t noticed how you didn’t come home yesterday and have instead turned up the day after, in a rather handsome man’s car wearing different clothes.” 

Harry stands there flushing as she winks and serves herself some pie too. 

“It’s not what you think.”

“Oh please, love. I’m 67, I’m not dead. I know what it’s like to be young once.”

She nods at him to start walking and they both make their way into the living room together, hands full with food. Harry sits on the couch while Jeanie opts for the chair; plates balancing on their knees.

“No, really. It’s not like that, it’s just”- what does he say? “He was just…helping me with something.”

He forks a piece of mash potato into his mouth and chews, sneakily feeding Bess a piece of carrot from where she’s perched next to him, eyes wide and dark.

“Oh, I’m sure he was. Just remember to wear protection, you hear?”

Harry chokes on his food, banging his chest a couple of times.

“Jeanie!”

She’s nonchalant in the way she shrugs her shoulders and spoons the mince into her mouth.

“Oh, Harry. It’s just sex.” She says. “When I was younger that’s all me and Peter ever used to do.” 

This is definitely more than Harry needed to know, but he’s too shocked to tell her to stop talking. 

“Lemme tell you, every Thursday night was lamb chop night – meaning both the food and a bit of hanky panky. We even broke the bed once! God bless his soul.” She looks down a little mournfully, a wistful look twinkling in her eye.

Bess lets out a whine that perfectly describes how he’s feeling and he slowly forks some more mash into his mouth, wincing as he swallows.

“It’s really, really not like that.”

“Mhm.”

He sighs quietly and gives up defending his sex life, or lack thereof and carries on eating, turning the TV on low while ‘Who Wants to be a Millionaire’ plays in the background.

[misadventuresofdaecatasinclair]

Snippet 3

The carnival was bright in colours, bustling with every type of activity. Abigor felt childish, flipping through the roll of tickets he had exchanged for some snippets of secrets of Fallen London, but he had heard of the carnival enough times to drive himself to arrive here. As he waded through the various tents, all hosting a large spectrum of sizes and colours.

But what spoke to him the most was a dark tent, with few people around it. Small and insignificant, but still drawing him ever so closer. Pushing through the opening, Abigor found himself surrounded by many uniquely terrifying mirrors.

Abigor peered into one out of curiosity, tilting his head. No reflection met him, and just as he was about to draw back, the darkness swallowed him whole. Stumbling through what seemed like a pitch black room, Abigor ran into some things, and tripped over others, before he found himself in, Fallen London.

His head throbbed, and his mind became hazy. He could make out faint conversation, someone talking to him, despite no one talking to him. The world around him spun, yet he could find his way around quite easily. Everyone was looking at him, and yet not at the same moment.

Abigor felt quite disoriented, and would happily like to get out of this state of mind.

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A/N from Kat (Yes i looked into one of the mirrors twt curiosity got the better of me and now my feeble stats are ruined)