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

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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.

Start from the beginning:

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“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.

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.

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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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?

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