#sr stetopher

Sneak Peek under the cut~

I’ve been having the random urge to make From the Darkness Comes a Spark and Nothing Like Losing a Limb into a podfic… I’ve never attempted narration before, but I do have a microphone and that seems like a solid first step in the right direction.

But would anyone even be interested in that? I’m not sure if I should give it a shot or just stick to writing. Let me know 🙏🏻

A little slice of life for @simpsonizer-demigod-143, who requested “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.” ♥

Christopher/Noah/Peter | Teen | 562 words

Sighing loudly, Peter plopped down between them onto the mattress.

“I’m painfully understimulated,” Peter complained. “I’m not meant to spend my nights lazing around, staring at the ceiling.”

“You should get a hobby,” Noah suggested.

“You two never approve of any of my hobbies,” Peter grumbled.

Christopher looked away from his book to raise an eyebrow at Peter. “Murder and terrorizing the innocent are frowned upon by more than just us, Pup.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Not by anyone fun.”

(from my fic)

“Who’s got the long pole?” Uncle Chris asked.

“Me,” Noah answered. When he was met with silence, he added, “Oh, you meant for the tent.”

Uncle Peter and Noah devolved into laughter, but it was cut short by a frenzied shuffling, where Derek assumed they were avoiding being hit by Uncle Chris.

“Are you kidding me?” Uncle Chris admonished, and Derek could practically feel the glare he was doubtlessly sporting. “Get the damn long pole, so we can put this tent up and head to the lake.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to camping in tents,” Peter groaned.

“I can’t believe you’re so useless outside - you’re a wolf.”  

“Christopher, I’m rich. Why would I ever need to sleep outside?”

i'm rereading the previous fic in my series to get in the headspace for continuing the current one, and i'm gonna share some of the notable/favorite passages lol

As soon as Peter and Noah came into the kitchen, Chris handed the latter a steaming cup of coffee with honey in it. When they were younger, Chris had thought that Noah only needing some honey as sweetener was disgusting, but it made more sense as they got older. He was pretty sure that if he put all the milk and sugar in his own coffee that he used to as a teenager, he would puke.

“I love you,” Noah said, his face earnest in the way only a very tired, caffeine-deprived person could be. 

“His coffee is a godsend,” Peter agreed. “Though I love him a little less now, since he didn’t make me a cup.”

“You already had one!” Chris reasoned.

“If you still see the bags under my eyes, then I obviously need more.”

“Those bags can go away?” Noah whispered to Chris.

“Not in like five years,” Chris responded.

As the two of them broke out into laughter, Peter swatted them both upside the heads.