#chapter 3 preview

“I forgot to mention to Rhys that Nesta…,” Cassian finally answered after a deep breath, “That, ah, she can’t handle the sound of logs popping in a fire.”

An extended, pregnant pause followed that revelation. 

ASL make their appearance and the three trouble makers met Law, hehe~ 🤭

Thoughts? 🤗

Just a lil preview of some of the events of chapter 3! The full chapter will be out next Monday!

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“If our fans are truly fans, then they’ll be happy for us that we’ve found our last soulmate. If people get upset about it, then they were never true fans.” Changbin piped up, defending Chan and the group.

The boys all voiced their agreement while Minho just stared down the staff members, anger clear in his eyes. It very quickly turned into an argument between the boys and the staff, words flying across the table, and it seemed as if Changbin was ready to leap across the table, judging by his expression. Y/n and Han both leaned closer to Minho, feeling very uncomfortable amongst all the yelling and loud voices. He held the two of them close, bringing an arm around each of their shoulders.

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All that happened was them laughing at her and cooing how cute she was. She pouted, and refused to turn to look at them. Minho smirked, and reached out to grab her sides, tickling her, as she screamed and yelled for him to stop. He refused to stop and she eventually moved back towards him, in an attempt to get him to stop. He used this as an opportunity to pull her closer and into his lap. She froze up as she felt him do this, and he chuckled at her actions. 

“Jagiya, why did you freeze?” He whispered, leaning down close to her ear.

“You try getting pulled into someone’s lap unexpectedly. I bet you’d react the same.” She whisper-shouted at him.

“Adorable, 토끼.” He said, chuckling in her ear, making her shiver and pull away, moving out of his lap and turning around.

on the same frequency :)

(i also previously teased bits of this chapter back in september, if you missed it, check it out here!)

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December 24, 1985

“Y’know… you didn’t really tell me that much about it,” Jonathan says and then he looks right at him. “The campaign—just that it was really cool and how you didn’t get to finish it, but not much else. You used to tell me every little detail.”

“Oh, sorry. I—”

“Don’t be. It’s my fault really—I should be the one who’s sorry. I sorta checked out for a while… and I guess I’m realizing now that maybe you don’t know how to talk to me about things anymore or maybe you don’t think I’m willing to listen... Of course you don’t have to, but I just want you to know I’m still here—you can tell me things.”

December 24, 1995

And they’d only just gotten outside, with Mike trailing a few paces behind them and not even five feet from the front door of the house, when Holly shouts, “Oh wow!”

“What?” Nancy asks.

She points up at the sky. “Look, look!”

Nancy directs her gaze upwards and then so does Mike—the very moment he sees what had attracted his younger sister’s attention, his eyes go wide as overwhelming dread crashes down onto him like an avalanche. It was impossible to miss—waves of green light were shimmering throughout the cloudless starry sky. Outside of haunting him in nightmares, the last time the sky looked like this was almost ten years ago—the night they found Will’s body. The sight of it squeezes at his heart, leaving an ache in his chest as the memories of that horrific night quickly flood his mind—the sirens, the flashing lights, so much blood…

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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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“Gentlemen, I have Director Fury on the line,” said JARVIS.

“Put him through, please, JARVIS,” said Steve.

All four men turned to face the main viewscreen as the grim visage of Nick Fury appeared, his single uncovered eye scanning across the room before landing on Tony.

“I’m afraid I don't have much more to tell you,” he began. “I just put Hill and three other trusted agents on a plane about fifteen minutes ago, so hopefully once they get on the ground out there we can get some more concrete information.”

“So you don't think there remains an immediate threat?” Steve asked, his fingers twitching in Tony’s.

“Not at the moment, but new information is coming in every few minutes or so, so we’re obviously still closely monitoring the situation,” Fury answered. “What I can tell you people is that based on the currently available evidence, this does not appear to be the same type of attack that occurred over Wakanda earlier this week.”

“It doesn’t?” Tony asked with wide eyes. “So you’re saying it’s just some random coincidence?”

“Nah, it can’t be just a coincidence,” said Sam. “Based on what we know about the Wakandans, this smells more like an assassination attempt to me.”

“Since whoever was behind this attack did in fact manage to kill the Wakandan king, I’d say that’s a very reasonable theory, Mr Wilson,” Fury said. “And as I told Tony, I’ve offered the assistance of the Avengers to Prince T’Challa, but I’m honestly not holding my breath on that one. If this humanitarian visit was Wakanda’s way of trying to dip their toes into interacting with the rest of the world, I can’t imagine that their prince is going to be too eager to make another attempt.”

“Or, he might be even more eager for our help since the Avengers can be dispassionate,” Natasha spoke up. “Is there any evidence that this might’ve been an inside job?”

“None that I’ve seen, although I haven’t ruled out the possibility,” said Fury. He held up his hand as someone off-screen handed him a tablet, his brow furrowing into a deep frown as he read. “Well, well, well. It seems like Prince T’Challa has actually accepted my offer to meet with the team. Captain Rogers, how soon can you leave?”

“What?” Tony yelped as a bolt of pain shot up his left arm. “Now wait just a goddamn minute here! Why all of a sudden is this considered more of an Avengers-level event than the actual attack from space?”

“Because as far as we know, the space phenomenon was a single occurrence, whereas in this case, our assistance is being requested by the head of state of another country,” Fury said firmly. “Another country that might prove to be an invaluable ally if such another space phenomenon were to occur.”

Tony huffed out a sharp breath, glowering at the viewscreen as Steve pursed his lips. The last thing he wanted at the moment was to have to leave Peter behind in New York before he’d had a chance to fully calculate the possibility of another impending attack from space. Rhodey was still up to his eyeballs in D.C. trying to help rebuild the Air Force’s special ops after its decimation by HYDRA, and while Pepper and Happy were always an emergency option to watch Peter, as were the Leeds family—and even the Stacys, Tony supposed—neither Tony nor Steve felt really comfortable leaving Peter with anyone who wasn’t an Avenger. The distraction from their constant worry for him was not conducive to a smooth Avengers mission.

“I’m not sure the presence of the entire team is necessary, Director, if this is more of a diplomatic meeting than a true mission,” Steve said as he squeezed Tony’s hand, once again reading Tony’s mind. “Would you concur?”

Fury tilted his head, pondering. “I would,” he said. “Who’re you thinking?”

“I think myself, Sam, Bucky, and Nat should be enough,” Steve replied, earning an affirmative nod from both Bucky and Sam. “If for some reason something else goes down, then Tony, Bruce, and Clint can always join us later.”

“Agreed,” said Fury. “And let’s hope that nothing else goes down. We haven’t even finished dealing with the whole HYDRA mess yet, and I always hate having to deal with two crises at once. It tends to make me extra cranky.”

Oh, and we can’t have that, Tony thought with a frown.

“What does the ‘J’ stand for?” Aziraphale asked coolly. He knew perfectly damn good and well that Crowley had no middle name to speak of. His own bitterness at their silly little fight started agitating his brain, supplying him with alternatives like ‘jerk’ and ‘jackass’. Those were certainly appropriate ‘J’ names.

“Just a J, really,” Crowley replied, leaning on the counter. Aziraphale tried not to follow the line of his body with his eyes, but Crowley was very good at appearing tempting. “How much for that old book?” 

His jerked his head in the direction of The Velveteen Rabbit, which was lying behind the counter. 

“I’m afraid I haven’t finished with my appraisal,” Aziraphale lied, his voice stiff and aloof. Crowley’s lips turned down, but more in the way someone would if they were trying to hide a smile and delighting in someone else’s discomfort. Or if they knew they were being particularly annoying and enjoyed the idea more than they should. 

“Pity. Luc, my friend, just loves old books. He collects them,” Crowley said, and the way he shifted, his hips tilting slowly, left little to the imagination. Aziraphale ignored him. “Of course, sometimes, if he already owns the copy I’ve bought for him, he gives them to his sister.” 

Aziraphale pursed his lips together so hard they turned white around the edges. He was not going to engage. He was not going to engage, not with the morning he’d had already, but he’d known Crowley long enough to know that he was being baited and he didn’t like it.

“She likes to cut them apart and put them into scrapbooks, collages, you know that kind of thing,” Crowley said and Aziraphale hated himself for the audible gasp that escaped his lips. Crowley snickered. “See you around, angel.”

Mike Stamford set his mobile on the desk and wiped a bit of perspiration from his brow.  These Holmeses will be the death of me, he thought to himself.  Between Sherlock and his usual… Sherlock-ness, and his older brother breathing down his neck (via his assistant, he’d never actually spoken to the man directly), it was a miracle he hadn’t suffered a heart attack by now.  He had the distant thought that perhaps he should see a cardiologist and have things checked, just in case.  That would have to wait, though, as he had more pressing matters at hand.

Well, at least now we know the git loves her back, he mused, smiling a bit to himself. He certainly hadn't seen it coming, but he supposed if anyone would know, it would be his brother. And the plan he laid out to kick Sherlock's arse into gear was rather effective. Still Mike couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about the part he would play—he never had been very good at lying—but he kept repeating the mantra in his head: This is for Molly.

He could do it. He would do it. For Molly.