#chapter 1 preview

1. Mhin

There is much improvement to their first preview and i like most of the changes made. However i still think the pacing is a bit too fast and mhin should be more hesitant and non trusting, same from the MC. We do get to kiss them though so it gets up by 1 point. Also their monster form was my favorite.

2. Ais

Honestly its the most disappointing route for me, I DONT HATE IT!! let me be clear but even with the changes it feels too fast paced, i understand from ais's perspective it makes sense but the MC should be less accepting. However i do like the idea they're developing for their relationship, still i think slowburn would help them a lot 😔

3. Leander

His route is very slow, i will say i like that approach more but i do think they're showing his red flags a bit too fast especially in his dialouge i feel like some could be reworked to be more subtle idk tho thats my opinion.

4. Vere

Surprisingly the route i liked the most, its genuinely the most well paced one & not out of character for vere, especially the end had me hooked. Made me more hyped about his route. Basilea is also the nicest addition

5. Kuras

My second favorite route. It takes more time to build up & i like it HOWEVER I feel like kuras's real form was revealed way too early id be more shocking if it was revealed a bit later i think

on the same frequency

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December 22, 1985

“That’s awesome… ‘cause now I’ll finally be able to radio and talk to you whenever I want—no more fighting Nancy for the phone.”

“Yeah…” then Will slips a pair of brown gloves onto his hands, and as he stares down at them trying to think of what else to say, only one thing pops into his head—how he went along with Lucas’s lie about the roll and how much it was actually bothering him. It bothered him because Mike didn’t deserve that—he didn’t deserve to be lied to. And he’d probably be mad if he found out. He always works so hard on his campaigns and lying about the roll just made Will feel like he was a cheater and a bad friend—especially when Mike was standing right in front of him, all smiles and excited at the opportunity to talk to him endlessly on a ham radio—so of course the very next thing to come out of his mouth ends up being; “It was a seven, by the way…”

“Huh?”

“The roll... I found the d20… it was a seven.”

December 22, 1995

Every year Mike dreads his inevitable return to his hometown for the holidays—if it wasn’t for his parents and sisters, he’d never set foot in Hawkins ever again. But he especially hated coming back for Christmas because this particular time of year was forever laced with horrible memories that had a way of cutting into his heart like a sword. Of course, he’d never hear the end of it if he avoided his family’s holiday gatherings. Nancy would pester him, Holly would beg, his mother would cry—his father was perhaps the only one who wouldn’t care either way, he was always the apathetic type, yet he would likely still remind him how much it would break his mother’s heart. So every year, he’d wrap duct tape around his own just to prevent hers from breaking—he’d force himself to make the trip.

🎶 a song from chapter one 🎶

rating: mature

tags: alternate universe, not canon compliant, major character death, grief/mourning, ptsd, blood and injury, supernatural elements, time shenanigans, butterfly effect, thriller, angst with a happy ending

release date: 11/26/2023

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Dabi x Mary (The Crow AU) 🐦‍⬛ - Dark Angel

Chapter 1: Memories

Shuddering and shivering as more memories resurface. Touya rakes his hands through his wet white tresses, digging his blunt nails hard into his scalp as more bloody tears fall, faster and harder.

Many thoughts and questions running around his head as he started to panic.

Where was Mary?

What happened to her?

Why was he alone?

How did this happen?

How long has it been?

Where was his bride, his light and reason for living now?

Did she move on? Is she happily married to someone else?

The more his mind went around in the circles with blanks missing, the more he shook, sobbed and whimpered and cried.

If there is a god, please, please let her be alright. He silently prayed with all his burnt, chard heart and soul. His remaining sanity would die with her, if....

The sound of a bell and a soft meow, broke Touya out of his trance. Hazy and light blue eyes blinked, flickered to another set of striking blue catlike eyes, as a white and fluffy cat greeted him, sat on his wet lap and purred, nuzzling into stomach.

The cats loud rumbling vibrations and louder purrs were soothing and comforting.

"Gabriel." Touya mumbled in shock and awe, "You've grown boy, such a handsome devil." He chuckled softly, reaching out to pet him. "must miss..."

As his hand touched Gabriel's fur, a red haze or film entered his vision and Touya grunted in pain, eyes glazed over and turned white.

It was Gabriel's memories of that night.

Gabriel was lounging lazily on the kitchen island while Mary was cooking soba noodles, smiling and happily humming.

Then Gabriel's fur stood on end, hissing and snarling. Staring heavily at the front door, warning bells and instincts going off.

Mary's brows furrowed, frowning as she turned off the stove and moved the pot of noodles away from the burner. "Gabe?"

Something was wrong. Gabriel was the sweetest and laziest cat in the world and was a people person, if he was acting protective, then someone or something bad was coming.

Her hand instinctively dropped to her abdomen, she found out this morning that she was pregnant and couldn't wait to tell Touya the joyous news. She had lunch with her mother, Touya's, Mitsuki, Inko and the kids telling them all in person, they all promised to not spoil the surprise.

Now, dread and worry twisted in her gut.

The front door was locked as she heard multiple footsteps outside on the stairwell. Unfamiliar scents hit her nose and a chill went down her spine as she rounded the island, petting Gabriel and reached for her heavy metal pole, underneath the couch.

Hardening her features, lips pulled back into a sneer, growling.

Someone knocked on the door, but she didn't answer it or step forward. "House keeping." A male voice called behind the door.

"Not interested." Mary answered, tone biting. Her grip on the pole tightening, knuckles turning white as she calmed her breathing.

The door flew open as someone kicked it off its hinges, several men casually allowed themselves into their apartment.

She recognizes those plague masks, members of The Eight Bullets, The Shie Hassaikai and Overhaul's personal men.

It wasn't all of them.

Nemoto, Setsuno, Katsukame, and Tabe.

PREVIEW Chapter I: where one ends and one begins  (Beth & Daryl - Before) 

It is a new world, he lifts his head and looks at her shivering form and the flat plane of her stomach, and the old world all the same.

Beth steps forward - of course, she does - and kneels in front of her companion with blue eyes knowing his decision before he even comes to it. Knows how tortured he must be being presented with these choices: to go, follow this ghost of a trail to their family, or to stay, finally, putting the final concrete stop to what they don’t acknowledge. 

They have a life here.

Back in their cabin up the mountains, they have a garden, four solid walls, and rows upon rows of cans for winter. Daryl wraps his arm around Beth’s shoulder and pulls her up, burying his head on his stomach like a sinner in front of an altar. 

Here, their child will grow, cradled by his young mother’s body. 

They’ve made a life here.

Sunday Six

This week's Sunday Six is from the first chapter of Addicted to You (Harry and Laila's series 2). I’m trying to bring in a few more forgotten/background character, so here you meet Chris and Max’s wives. Doing this Sunday six made me realise I missed out a few characters in Meet the Parents pt 2 so I have edited a paragraph in that chapter. Hopefully this Chapter should be out Tuesday maybe Wednesday time. I hope this gets you excited! 😘

Laila is sat on the sofa with Priya and Katrina "This is such a lovely house. I have house envy" Katrina tells her, "We were very lucky to find this place, some of the other places were awful!"

Priya looks out to the hallway at Harry and Will trying to get their new bed up the stairs "Moving in with Popeye is what's making I'm green with envy! I bet he just throws you over his shoulder with ease! If Chris tried that with me, he'd end up throwing his back out" Priya laughs.

"Aww poor, Chris!" Laila laughs. "He might not be able to do that, but he certainly is able to do other things" Priya winks, Laila pretends to gag "Max has no trouble throwing me over his shoulder" Katrina adds "Oh my god! Please stop I don't want to picture my brothers in that way!"

The three girls laugh sipping their wine.

Laila wanders into the kitchen to get a top up, Chris, Arthur and Max are in there filling their plates again "Hey, you three!" Max nods with his mouth full "Alright, Laila! Thanks for this!" Chris smiles as he nods towards the Chinese takeaway "No, thank you guys for helping us move in," she smiles at the three guys "If you need any help with anything give us a shout, especially if you guys are going to pay in booze and food" Arthur chuckles.

"Yeah, same goes for me!" Max winks at his sister, Chris shook his head at his brother "Well, I for one am glad to see you happy again!" he pulls her in for a hug. "Aww... thanks, Chris!" Laila blushes, "I didn't think I'd see you in love again after Josh but just the way you two look at each other. I've got nothing to worry about"

Laila kisses her brother on the cheek "He is a lovely bloke" Max winks over at her. "I just glad he's moved on after that last chick, she did a number on him" Arthur says as he makes his way over to her, he looks towards the door as if to check the coast is clear "The truth is I never liked her, there was just something about her that was..well....off. Even dad didn't warm to her..EVER! Then he meet you as soon as he mentioned you to us you could tell you had him hooked" Laila blushes at his words "He has me just as hooked" she laughs.

Stony/ Superfamily Infinity War/ Endgame AU

Part of the Pieces of Echoes Series

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“And for more information about this strange space phenomenon, we go to our on-site reporter, Jackson Murphy. Jackson, what more can you tell us?”

“Honey, why’re you still watching that stuff?” Tony asked as he emerged from the bathroom, ready for bed in Steve’s favourite bright blue sleep pants and a black tank top that was probably older than Peter. It wasn’t at all unusual for Steve to be watching the news before bed. When they weren’t on a mission there was always at least one television on in the house while Steve was awake, tuned in to his favourite news station. He liked to call it minding his surroundings, and while it made sense to Tony, it didn't mean that he particularly enjoyed it.

And he enjoyed it even less when said news was reporting on whatever goofy space phenomena had occurred over Africa. Ever since he’d stumbled upon an entire space-faring army just waiting to invade Earth during his emergency missile flight through Loki’s portal, Tony had adamantly decided that he had seen all he’d needed of space, thank you very much.

It was an image that, even almost four years later, he still couldn't shake no matter how hard he tried. And he had tried.

“Steve?” Tony repeated, pausing a few steps in to toss his hand towel in the general direction of the laundry hamper. “I thought Fury already told you that we didn't need to worry about it?”

“Yeah, he did,” Steve muttered. The worry wrinkle between his perfect dark blond eyebrows was on full display as he glowered at the screen, an abandoned dog-eared novel sitting on his lap. Apparently the Jackson Murphy dude didn't have much of anything to add to the already low-on-details event.

“And?” Tony asked as he set his glasses down on the bedside table, right next to his tablet and Steve’s dog tags. He climbed up onto the bed, sliding over to lean his head against Steve’s arm. It'd been a long day, and he was tired.

Steve huffed out a frustrated sigh as he wound his arm around Tony’s shoulders. “There’s no new information, and judging by where in Africa the event occurred, there probably won't be any anytime soon. Director Fury told me that this country, Wakanda, doesn’t talk to the outside world all that much.”

“Mmm. Yeah, I’ve heard that about Wakanda,” Tony said. “They’re about as isolationist as they come. Howard used to even grumble about them sometimes back in the day.”

“I’m not surprised,” said Steve. “Did you see that he tried to convince the government to try and open scientific diplomatic channels a few times when he was with SHIELD?”

Tony draped his arm across Steve’s waist, burrowing closer as he closed his eyes and breathed in his husband’s intoxicating scent, ivory soap and the slight hint of vanilla that always seemed to seep from his skin. Whoever thought that the plain, ten-cents-a-bar ivory soap could smell so damn good?

“Pretty sure it was Pete who discovered that little tidbit in the HYDRA files, honey, along with all the other stuff he wasn’t supposed to be reading,” Tony murmured, stifling a yawn. “Makes sense though. I bet all the rumours floating around about the super cool Wakandan tech just about drove Howard bonkers. You know he always wanted to have his fingers in every single pie he could find, and I know it always bugged the hell out of him that he could never get his hands on more of their magical metal.”

Steve’s eyes flicked over to the red, white, and blue shield propped up against the wall right next to their bedroom door. Tony had offered many times to build him a stand or something to hook it on when Steve wasn’t using it, but Steve always refused. He’d told Tony that during the war he had always stored the shield right by the door—when he was actually able to sleep in a building, that is—and, like everything else about Steve, old habits apparently died hard.

“Yeah, I bet it did,” Steve said softly. He narrowed his eyes at the screen as the reporter launched into yet another meandering statement regarding the unexplained phenomenon that had taken place high in the skies over Wakanda. Tony sighed, trying to ignore the high-pitched, nasally drone of the reporter’s voice as he repeated himself for the third time.

“Honey, if Fury said whatever the hell this was isn’t an Avengers-level threat, then why are you watching it?” he asked. “You know it’s just gonna make it harder for you to get to sleep. And don't you try and give me that big song and dance about how you don't need as much sleep as me, ‘cause you know it’s just a bunch of bullshit.”

“No, it’s not,” Steve said, rather petulantly. “In fact, according to Dr Cho, it’s actually—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, enough already,” said Tony. “The fact still remains that Fury told you that whatever this was doesn’t need to concern us, and yet you’re still making it our concern.”

“Fury said he didn't think it was, Tony,” Steve said. “And he also said that so far none of the SHIELD scientists have a clue what it was either, so—”

“So tell him to send all the data they’ve managed to compile over to Bruce’s lab, and he and I can take a look at it in the morning after we get Pete to school, yeah?” said Tony. He tipped his head up, planting a kiss on Steve’s jaw. “Problem solved.”

Steve gave a sheepish nod. “I already did. Bruce is expecting you at nine.”

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