#chapter 7 teaser

[heyydolly]

[forestwhisper3]

[laudaddysmitten]

~Stunning View~

Chapter 7 teaser/mini chapter (sorry): Terra Firma, Part 1

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rated E (for Eventual Smut, not to that yet, a couple of past chapters have some barely M-ish content)

Today is my ANNIVERSARY as a writer! I started my first draft a year ago today, which is just insane to contemplate. But that is why it was important to me to get an update out today, which is why it's not the full chapter, for which I sincerely apologize, especially after the long hiatus. Hope to have the full chapter done "soon", but I've learned my lesson about trying to estimate that.

Chapter Summary: 

We see the immediate aftermath of Crowley's utter shock in the face of Aziraphale's declarations that he is a "Darling Demon", and everything that went along with that.

Exerpt: 

The angel's embrace was unyielding, an epoxy to the loose conglomerate of demon in his arms. Aziraphale whispered sweet nothings of comfort Crowley couldn't fully comprehend over his own wet and shaky breaths, he just knew they sounded like safety.

Fic summary:

Rated E (eventual smut; not there yet)

(Picking up at the end of the minisode The Resurrectionists, 1827 Edinburgh, aka Laudaddy)

When Hell fails to notice Crowley’s Very Good Deed, he is left in an Edinburgh graveyard trying to navigate a world tilted by laudanum. Fortunately for him, Aziraphale has no intention of leaving him to fend for himself. And Crowley's compromised brain-to-mouth filter leads to a far more enjoyable evening than they expect.

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[tightjeansjavi]

Okay okay here’s an actual teaser now 🥰

“Oh, yeah. I love tacos. Literally my favorite food of all time.” You glanced down at his hand briefly as it rested along the center console. Before your brain could stop you, you boldly grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers together. His palm beneath yours was warm, slightly clammy from the nerves, and you could tell he used his hands a lot just from the texture of calluses on his skin. These were the hands of a true, rugged man. Woof.

[fantastiqueparfait]

Midterm Day

Have a (still fairly rough) chapter 7 teaser about it.

Inuyasha looked at the paper in front of him, unable to focus on the words printed in straight, orderly lines. He didn’t need to read it; he wasn’t the one whose opinion Sesshomaru was seeking. He was by far the least-experienced person in the room in these matters.

He drummed his fingers on the table, unable to keep himself from moving. “All energy and nowhere to channel it,” his mother had described him in childhood. Maybe that’s why he got into so many dust-ups in that year he’d moved back to Saga.

He tried to settle into the uncomfortable, charged silence that had filled the boardroom, turning his attention to the wall behind Myoga’s head. Had the room always looked like this, with its earth tones and light-colored wood throughout?

Inuyasha had never been in the boardroom before Sesshomaru took over, before Touga’s shares were split between the brothers and Izayoi in a solemn meeting not long after the funeral, so he had no way of truly knowing. Based on the way the décor in their father’s former office had changed from somewhat dated, almost utilitarian furniture to sleek, boxy chairs and an impractically large, unnecessarily heavy wood desk, though, he wouldn’t be surprised if Sesshomaru’s first order of business was to redecorate here too.

Sesshomaru had even ripped out the carpet in their father’s old office and replaced it with hardwood. Inuyasha had an inkling that it was an attempt to make the ceiling seem taller and leave visitors (potential enemies?) feeling smaller than actual size.

Fucking coward.

Their father would never have stooped that low. If he wanted to make someone feel intimidated, he could have done it just fine with his body language and voice alone. He wouldn’t have needed to rely on stupid tricks and optical illusions.

[peonybane]

Agape and Pragma: Chapter 7 TEASER

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 2.6 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack (?), Smut (eventually)

Chapter Specific Notes: Lots of angst, some swearing, more so than usual.

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook

a/n: So, I’ve combined what was originally planned as chapters 7 and 8 because they were two ideas that are critical to the storyline, but were short as hell. Please look forward to the publication of Chapter 7 on either Saturday night or Sunday morning.

<— Previous (Chapter 6)

“I’ve been calling your name for the last few minutes. Come on. Talk to me. Something is distracting you.”

[...] “It’s nothing, Am. Let’s continue.”

“Nuh-uh. Don’t pull that bullshit with me, girl. You and I both know that we ain’t doing shit when one of us has something on our minds.”

[...] “Can’t get anything past you, huh?”

“Nope. I’ve been with you the longest of your sci-fi brood. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes.”

[...] “Does, uh, this have anything to do with Namjoon?”

[...] “What… what makes you think this has anything to do with him?”

“Namjoon and I do research in the same library. Something was… off about him. Didn’t help that he was picking up books from the interlibrary loan desk on Hybrid psychology.”

[...] “Liam,” [...] “Liam thinks my roommates are either in love with each other or in love with me because… because they’ve been acting weird.”

“Weird how?”

[...] “Do you love them?”

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Arranged Marriages & Forbidden Love - Chapter 7 Teaser

Series Summary: You are a Stark. You are to be married to Harley who will take over the company if you ever die a tragic and untimely death. So what happens when you find the love of your life along the way?

Chapter 7 Teaser - 

“Is there a reason you found me or did you just want to torment me?” You question, reaching down to your shoes to practice tying them. Harley chuckles at your banter.

“There’s a reason. Tony told me about you and Peter’s relationship at Harvard.” He mentions nonchalantly. You stop in your tracks.

“He did?” You suck in a breath, coming back up from your hunched over position.

“Yeah, he did, and I only have one thing to say,” You get ready for the hurtful thing he’s about to say, “You shouldn’t be pouring so much into him when you know you won’t get anything out of it.” 

“I-I’m sorry, what?” You sputter, shocked by his words. You thought he would say something along the lines of ‘why didn’t you tell me’ or ‘we’re supposed to be married.’ 

“(Y/n), you caved so easily for your dad when he told you to give Peter up. You can’t dedicate so much of your life to Peter just to give him up like that.” He chastises you, crossing his arms. Your mouth drops.

“Are you kidding me? I didn’t have a choice. Did Tony tell you that he threatened me?” You defend yourself, brows furrowing.

“Yeah, he did. But I also know you, (Y/n). Why did you back down this time? When you had the thing you love most at stake?” He asks, worry seeping into his gaze.

“I don’t love him--” You growl, glaring at him.

“Don’t give me that crap. You do and I know it so you don’t have to hide it. Now, tell me honestly, why did you give up to your dad this time?” He gives you a stern look that’s still concerned.

“I’m tired of the fight, Harley! God, I’ve been fighting it for years now and every time I get shot down. This time wouldn’t have been any different.” You yell, your voice cracking. You blink back tears thinking about the loss that you had when you gave up Peter.

“You’re wrong, it would have been different. Do you know what happened after you passed out in that alleyway?” He asks, reaching for your hand. You let him hold it softly as he gives you a pitiful look.

“What happened?” You whisper, malice still evident in your voice.

“I came and got you then brought you back to the compound’s infirmary. As soon as you were stabilized, Peter swung in asking for you. I told him you were in the infirmary and he demanded to be let through. He needed to see that you were safe, (Y/n), but your father wouldn’t let him through. Tony said…” Harley trails off, regret shining in his eyes. He didn’t mean to mention your father.

“Tony said what?” You press on the subject, anger edging at your voice again.

“Tony said that you had requested not to see Peter."

[wonkywonko]

Coming up in chapter 7, more Bernie and Jason cuteness, and Serena fully realising what a dummy she’s been all this time, wooo.