#chapter 5 preview

[oldfashionedmorphine]

hi friends—here’s another sneak peak of my byler big bang fic…

on the same frequency !!

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December 27, 1995

After clearing the snow from his 1982 Ford Escort, as well as a path in the driveway, Mike hops into the car with haste, not bothering to even fasten his seatbelt. He turns the key in the ignition and once the engine comes to life, he quickly puts it in reverse, backing out of the driveway onto Maple Street, and then he heads towards the center of town. And with a slight lead foot—driving five miles an hour over the speed limit and also rolling through at least two stop signs and running a red light—it takes him a total of six minutes to pull his car into a parking space of the library. Then Mike races up the shoveled salted walkway leading to the building, opens the door, and darts over to the front desk.

As he approaches the librarian, she smiles and greets him, “How can I help you?”

“Newspapers—” he says a bit breathless, heart beating fast in his chest from his short sprint, “—for research…”

“Do you have a library card?”

December 28, 1985

Mike shakes his head. “No… no, I believe you.”

“You do?”

“Hey—friends don’t lie, remember? I believe you—always,” he says. “Plus, kinda hard not to believe you when you’re right…”

🎶 a song from chapter five 🎶

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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#chapter 5 preview #this chapter gave me a lot of trouble and i just hope it was worth it lol #like you guys have no idea! #anyway… only two more previews left !! #and 22 more days to go! #on the same frequency: a byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #bbb23 #byler big bang 2023 #byler big bang

[chernabogs]

ERLKÖNIG

Inc: Malleus (/Reader later on), Reader/Prefect, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and a lot of fae who should not be in this dimension yet somehow are. Wc: Roughly 9k (Currently sitting at chapter 2/23). Warnings: Violence, reference to war, kidnapping, rituals that fae allegedly did in mythology (wild), psychological horror, body horror (not until much later), and the boys are fighting... a lot. Relies heavily on ancient Celtic and Welsh lore (Tam Lin, Thomas the Rhymer, and Oisin I owe u my life) Summary: Your first encounter with the fae was not in Twisted Wonderland, but rather on the coast of a village your grandmother once lived in—where stones bit into your bare feet and the water poured into your lungs as you were pulled to a world so different from your own. It was by cunning alone that you managed to escape, having since pushed those memories aside. But the fae do not forget—not even when you cross dimensions once more—and as Beltane looms, the time for collecting is near.

Chapter 1 (Prologue) below the cut. Check out the work up to chapter 2 here!

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

On the cold hill's side.

-  La Belle Dame sans Merci, Keats

19??, Dunhill, Ireland. October.

There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. After all, why else do we face horseshoes upright, or close our blinds when the sun begins to set? We did not learn to play mute when we hear our names get called at night for no reason, nor did we discover on a whim that blackbirds circling are harbingers of ill outcomes.  

Your grandmother was a woman of superstition. Because she lived in Dunhill, Ireland, you very rarely had the opportunity to see her growing up. This didn’t mean that you weren’t occasionally shipped out to arrive at her doorstep for a few weeks at a time over the summer months.

Your memories of her appearance are mostly flashes of the few moments you saw her. Knotted joints on her body, silver hair hidden behind a headscarf she always wore, and the way her shoulders would stoop with each shuffling step she took. What you remember more vividly was the way she acted when the two of you went out. Her trembling hands—Parkinson’s, you think your parent may have mentioned—would always press an iron nail into yours to put in your pocket before you departed.

“They like to wait on the coastlines,” she had murmured when you asked why she gave this to you. “And they’ll like you the most.”

She would not offer any further information, nor would she let you out until the nail was securely tucked away. Despite how slowly she would move on your many walks along Benvoy Beach, you never once failed to miss the way her sharp gaze would always be fixated on the unruly seas beyond.

She dies when you’re ten years old. Her funeral is a vivid affair. Your grandmother’s humble home has been transformed into a centre of traffic within a matter of hours since her passing, barely giving your family a moment to breathe despite catching the red-eye flight earlier that day. People you have never seen before shaking your small hand and offering their condolences. The strong fragrance of unknown flowers and cheap perfume fills each room, suffocating out any last semblance of your grandmother that may have still lingered. It feels more like they’re spitting on her memory than honouring it. You know your grandmother—she is, was, a quiet woman, and not one for all this pomp and circumstance.

Perhaps this is why no one notices when you sneak out and down the rocky hills.

You slip on several rocks and scrape up your hands really good by the time your feet hit the familiar sandy beach below. With the way the sun is beginning to set, the waters seem to be a wine-red color, swirling in their chaotic fervour to reach the earth you stand on. You pause to take several breaths before kicking your shoes off and stepping forward into that hungry sea.

Your parent will be furious at you for dirtying up your formal garb, but this isn’t at the forefront of your mind right now as your eyes slide shut and you stretch your arms wide. You feel the wind rush along your body and the fragrance of salt overtake you as you spill your grief into the vast waters, letting it mix and swirl into that abyss for a moment of catharsis.

It’s when the wind carries the scent of something pungent that your eyes snap open again. The foulness is brief, and for a moment you write it off as simply a byproduct of the ocean, until it returns again stronger than before. It smothers the brine and has your head turning to look around for the source. You look over your left shoulder at the empty beach around you. The sun continues to set, and your gaze tracks the path of a gull flying overhead before you look over your shoulder once more.

This time, someone is waiting.  

There is an unsettling truth behind the superstitions we hold. The reason why we are scared of things that try to look like us, why we try so hard to ward them off, is because we know that anything that wants to be like a human certainly has no good intent in their heart. This is the case for the figure you see standing on the beach.

They’re wearing the same dark funeral garb you had seen the others in your grandmother’s home wearing. A wide-brimmed hat sits upon their head to conceal most of their features, although you can see scarlet hairs peeking out, and their hands appear to be clasped behind their back as they stand stoically ahead. Despite the winds that bite at your cheeks, not a single scrap of fabric on the figure’s body moves. It’s as though they’re cut from a painting and placed in real life.

You both observe each other in silence. You can feel your body locking up as your mind chants to you wrong, wrong, wrong, over and over again like a mantra. Your right hand drifts down to your pant pocket—you did not take a nail with you before you left the home.

They like to wait on the coastlines, and they’ll like you the most.

Your breath catches in your throat.

The figure smiles—black, sharp, and not quite human. 

Something in your gut tells you to run and you, even as a rebellious child, do as you’re told. Your body twists around to scramble towards the rocks as your feet slip in the wet sand. You completely discard grabbing your shoes in your haste to get away, fully accepting the agony that the stones ripping into your soles will bring as consequence.

You don’t get very far. Whatever is on the beach with you is far quicker than you will ever be. Within moments of you turning, its cold fingers dig into your shoulders. You scream—cry—as the figure leans down and the pungent aroma of rotting fish emanates with each breath it exhales. You thrash and twist in its grip until you face each other, and you lock eyes with her.  

She looks exactly as she did the last time you saw each other. Same knotted limbs, same silvery hairs, same stoop of her shoulders.

She stares down at you. The wind whips the loose strands of her hair around her face, and her eyes are the cloudy blue of the dead as something begins to claw in your mind. You watch as her thin and cracking lips form the syllables to your name—but it’s lost to the roar of an ever-cacophonous sea. The ground surges up around you, wrapping thorns—thorns? —around your legs. They bite into your skin, draw ruby gems from beneath your frigid flesh, and when you lift your head again, your grandmother merely continues to wear her blackened smile at the sight.

You cry out once more, but just like your name, your pleas are stolen away by the winds.

Everything lasts all but a few moments before the sea finally reaches what it has been clawing for. 

#twst fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfiction #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus/reader #malleus x reader #twst x reader #enjoy the sneak preview of the first 5 chapters lmfao #fellas is it dumb to use media as a promotional material? :/ #anyway i just want to write about. fae doing things they shouldnt #and the fae in twst seem too bloody nice so im pulling on dimensions #in mythology they can dimension hop anyway so <3 not breaking any logic LMAOOO

[shepherds-of-haven]

I kind of love how at the beginning of the story it feels like the 5FLs are the big bads and the major antagonists, but by the time you get to the later more recent chapters it’s like…. maybe there are worse things than demons in this world 😭 I would take Buubas’s pathetic, easily drowned ass over whatever the fuck is going on in the Consortium any day.

Oh yeah, the Sun Court is

#after jarkyth it was like 'okay how do we keep escalating from here' - otherwise the climax of the story would have taken place in chapter 5 #everything after the faceless lords might have felt paltry in comparison #and then - 💡 #'what's worse than demons?' #'*politicians*' #Shepherds of Haven #spoilers #alpha build #alpha preview

[etrevil]

excuse me???

WDYM CHAPTER 109 IS NEXT EPISODE 😭???? ANYONE CAN GUESS WHOSE HAND IS THAT AND IT'S IN THE PREVIEW

#it's soukokover fellas #bsd chapter 109 #is here #it's on our doorstep #like death #fuck #WHY IN THE PREVIEW #THAT'S LIKE #THE BIGGEST THING EVER #THE DREADDDD #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd spoilers #bsd anime #bungou stray dogs season five #bsd season five #bsd season 5 #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #soukoku #bsd soukoku

[bullsharkbait-art]

Chapter 15 preview anyone?

#fan fiction #fan fic #resident evil #oc #au #fanfic #story #wesker #albert wesker #chapter #chapter preview #resident evil 5 #resident evil 5 prequal #resident evil fanart #fanart #drawing #digital #wip #lineart #render #ship #dancing #daniella #chapter 15 #chapter 15 preview

[shamera]

Fandom: Mysterious Lotus Casebook Character/Pairing(s): pre-Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua, He Xiaofeng, He Xiaohui Rating: PG-13 Warning: blood, injuries, minor character death Summary:

Fifteen years ago, portals called 'gates' appeared all over the world leading to pocket dimensions people coined 'dungeons'. Ten years ago, two of the world's greatest Hunters disappeared after the collapse of a dungeon at the eastern sea. Three years ago, Fang Duobing Awakened as a Hunter, determined to follow in the footsteps of his idol. Today, a gate suddenly appeared within Tianji Hall, pulling its inhabitants into a dungeon.

#Mysterious Lotus Casebook #Fang Duobing #Li Lianhua #fanfiction #modern au #hunter au #i. uh. hit post accidentally this morning so i'm rolling with it. #no honestly i was editing this on ao3 last night and didn't finish #so i continued editing tags this morning and instead of hitting preview i hit post #my brain is not fast there were two buttons next to each other that started with 'p' #but HI. this is my hunter au a little cleaned up from nanowrimo #part 1 was finished in november and i am working on part 2 #by part 1 i mean that part 1 has 5 chapters and it's done #honestly my last edit was changing the name of the series hfdksa

[sun-3-160]

Summary: They say it gets worse before it gets better.

#read my preview boy #saw #my writing #chainshipping #like i put in the chapter note i have about 15k written so far and it should total either 4 or 5 chapters

[dlea203]

little preview of chapter 7 of 5 years☺️

Monday morning 6 a.m. came way too soon for Natasha’s liking. When her alarm went off, she huffed out an exasperated breath, hit the snooze button a little harder than usually and closed her eyes once more. A low chuckle greeted her at that, sending her heartbeat through the roof for a second.

“Still not a morning person”, Jake whispered, his devilish smile on full display.

“And I’ll never become one”, she retorted, scrunching up her nose without opening her eyes.

Jake laughed, before scooting closer to her, and wrapping his arm around her waist. He nuzzled his face into her neck and peppered her skin with little kisses, making her smile.

“How’d you survive the academy, flight school and all your deployments as a non-morning-person?”

“Guess I’m a surprise box”, she answered sleepily, pulling his arm tighter around her.

Jake chuckled again, pressing one last kiss to her cheek, before attacking her sides with his hands, tickling her. She immediately shrieked in shock.

“No, Jake! … Stop! … Stop!”

She tried to squirm away from him, but he kept her where she was, still tickling her.

“Jake, please!”

He had mercy on her but pulled her on top of him to kiss her properly. Straddling his hips, she sighed into the kiss, finally opening her eyes to look at him. He brushed a lock of hair behind her right ear, looking at her in wonder. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to marry him. And that she had taken him back, even though he’d been away for five years.

#preview #chapter 7 #5 years #hannix #hannix au #hangman x phoenix #top gun: maverick #fanfiction #writing

[paellaplease]

Liberosis, a Revali x Reader fic, Part 4: Preview

Warning: liberosis spoilers!

UPDATE: Chapter 4 has been posted. You can read it here

Start from the beginning: Here

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve lived and died. Echoes of past lives fought tooth and nail with the final vestiges of sanity you tried to protect. Reaching the limit of what you could recall, they existed in an unclear space, like hazy fossils encased in amber.

Though restarting cured your physical wounds, the scars in your psyche remained and multiplied.

You cared not anymore for what point in this never ending nightmare you’ve been released into. All you remember was running and running until you couldn't breathe. The small town you found yourself in was friendly enough. Especially when they discovered you were handy with a sword (“trial and error” you said, no one understanding the joke but you.) 

They were fast in recruiting you for the guard. The military training camp became your new place of rest. Day in and day out, they attempted to knock out some bad habits in your form. Your stance, your swordsmanship, they were unpolished, heavy-handed, and wild. 

Under the watch of the captain, you remained silent. Speaking only when asked to, attempting to blend as much as you could into the four walls. Menial tasks and repetition were the only means of living with the collection of memories and thoughts that wormed through your brain. There was no escape, not even sleep could grant you solace. 

For in your dreams, in seas of blue, you saw him. 

Months pass and as the leaves change, so do you. You were in no way a skilled duelist. You were messy, a brute with a broadsword. Though by now many of your superiors hardly cared. You stuck to orders and got the job done. It did not matter if you returned covered in blood. 

Under the crescent moon, the final wolf was finished off, your sword coming down to sever it in two. The town’s shepherds can rest in peace now. Perhaps this will teach future packs a lesson. 

White clouds of air formed in front of you as you inhaled and exhaled. Only a few cuts and bruises littered your arms. The muscles in your shoulders were sore from the weight of the sword, and as the adrenaline came down you realised just how sweaty you were. 

Straightening up quickly was a bad idea. Stamina well and truly depleted, your shaking legs gave out. Dropping your sword like an idiot, you stumbled backwards.

At the mercy of gravity. Two wings reached out to catch you. 

(The thought that you had fallen upon your own blade and the universe had rewound the clock, crosses your mind for a terrifying second.)

You immediately spin around, coming face to face with the last person you wanted to see. 

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Thanks @zephyrslilt and @thespiritmoon (I'm a total sucker for time loops too! can't get enough of them) for encouraging me to get this preview out, and thank you to everyone who has liked the post too! i see you <3

#revali x reader #paella speaks #fic preview #botw #revali #Pre-edits: part 4 is a massive chapter (I'm considering splitting it and making a part 5 even *covers face* aaaaaaa)

[akilice]

fate/ephemeral chapter 5 preview

"Here. You have to keep your eyes on the target, and empty your mind. The arrow will take its course." Hakuno found herself getting roped into trying archery. It sounded exciting at first, but every shot she took was worse than the one before it. "This is hopeless." Hakuno sighed and handed the bow back to Ayako. The latter laughed. "You can master archery in ten minutes!" Ayako put it away and they headed towards Rin and Sakura, who were quietly watching them. "Don't look so sad, you'll be a pro in no time." Rin waited for her to sit down and handed her tea. Hakuno took it and continued to sulk. Ayako wanted to try a new brand of tea, so she brought it with her to start off her morning. And since Hakuno and Rin accompanied Sakura to school and to the club, they ended up getting invited. "We could use some more members. I'm seriously worried about things when I graduate. You should have seen us when we had Emiya. He never missed a shot." "There you go again, talking about him." Rin took one of the snacks Sakura brought. "Anyone else would think you have a crush on him." Sakura burned her tongue over her tea. "Ha! What is it? Scared that I will win our dare?" "Hmph. I am just feeling annoyed that my so called best friend is fawning over someone other than me. Is he your best friend now?" "Are we thirdwheels?" Hakuno leaned over to Sakura. Sakura nodded, teary eyed from her damaged tongue. Rin handed Sakura some mochi, and the latter accepted it. The moment she took a bite, the pain in her tongue left. Hakuno bit back a smirk. The red devil was a huge softie. "What's this about a dare?" Hakuno asked. "Tohsaka and I are having a dare where the first one who gets a boyfriend wins." Ayako took a sip from her tea. "Ah. So neither of you are winning." Hakuno said without thinking. The three girls stared at her in silence. Rin took her tea cup and drunk it. "My tea?!" AGAIN?! "What is that supposed to mean?" Both girls glared at her with an air that said 'answer wrong and you're dead.' Well then. "I've only been here for two days but I noticed that you're both insanely popular with… girls." Hakuno explained, while holding Sakura's skirt, trying to plead for her help. "You have boy admirers, but they're too intimidated to even approach you." "Huh?! Who are you calling intimidating!?" They both looked ready to strangle her. "S-see?" Hakuno hid behind Sakura.

#swap au #putting a chapter 5 preview because hakuno is a little easier to write than shirou #once i actually start chapter 4 i'll post a preview for it too

[oh-meow-swirls]

love writing stuff for me rewrite of 2 when i'm not even done with my rewrite of 1 yet. </3

#puppy rambles #puppy's yw1 rewrite #might change that tag now actually- #puppy's yw rewrite #there #will probably go back n add that to older posts eventually- #anyways #katie forester #jibanyan #whisper #first two were intended to be from a prologue for 2 but they'll probably work better as epilogues for 1 with some changes- #i will give 2 a prologue though. probably same with 3 but blunder n folly are useless so can't just adapt the opening cutscene- #seriously why do they exist. what is the point. is it just so we have a way to do chapter previews for nate's story #n so we can reference level 5- #the ''it's a level 5 rating'' or whatever in the opening cutscene cracked me up. i had to pause the game to laugh a lil #i had to do that a few times while playing 3- #anyways. last one is probably gonna be from 2's first chapter but maybe second #love the friendship between nate/katie whisper n jibanyan (n komasan in my rewrite) #they care for each other even if they're assholes sometimes- #said assholery is a lot of nate being an asshole to whisper n jibanyan. n jibanyan being an asshole to nate n whisper #n whisper being like ''nate you can't blame yo-kai for everything'' *there's a yo-kai* *acts shocked* #n it's just like. nate's been dealing with yo-kai for at least a few months at this rate- #(i remember at one point whisper says it's been two months but also a school year ended n started n also it was valentine's day) #(n i'm pretty sure that was in the shogunyan episode so a while back from where i am-) #of course his intuition's good. does average = bad intuition according to whisper fskldjfdksldf- #i think one of my favorite moments of their friendship in the anime is in the episode with yoodooit #where jibanyan acts kind of upset after he uses paws of fury on nate n whisper n they fake dying #(what is it with the anime n characters faking dying-) #like. i'm pretty sure it was just to get yoodooit to fucking stop n he wasn't actually upset over it #but it's just. THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER OKAY-

[oldfashionedmorphine]

happy sunday! it’s time for another preview of…

on the same frequency!

PS: the reason i’m doing these this way is because i kept making all these chapter moodboards but i didn’t know what to do with them because the fic is being released all at once, BUT since i planned to share some wips of each chapter anyway, i just decided to make them extra fancy! oh and sunday because the fic releases on a sunday… and seven in total because it was a seven (there’s seven chapters lol) 😈

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December 23, 1995

“And what’s that?” Holly points to a gray box with numerous dials and switches.

“That’s a transceiver. It’s part of my old ham radio.”

“What’s a ham radio?”

“Well, uh, it’s kinda like any radio—only you connect to specific radio frequencies used for non-commercial broadcasting… like it’s meant for personal communication and you can even communicate with people across the globe, although unlike a walkie-talkie, you need a license in order to transmit anything—I still have my license too—actually renewed it last year even though I haven’t touched a ham radio in years…”

December 23, 1985

Will checks his watch again, it was 10:23 am—What’s taking him so damn long?

Another three and a half minutes go by and then Dustin’s mother’s car comes into view and he watches him exit the vehicle and quickly hurry up the driveway. But before Dustin even has a chance to knock, Will opens the door and huffs, “You’re late.”

“Yeah, sorry. My mom kept arguing with me about not wanting me to go anywhere by myself anymore because of Jennifer Hayes—apparently she’s been missing since Friday—”

“Jennifer’s missing?”

🎶 a song from chapter two 🎶

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

✨ previous chapter preview ✨

ch1

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#chapter 2 preview #what can i say about this one? hmm… #some minor sadness and some nerds being nerds #2 down 5 to go!! see you next week for another preview!! :-) #on the same frequency: a byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler #byler big bang #byler big bang 2023 #bbb23

[shepherds-of-haven]

❌️ Beating Briony's friend to fulfill your mission as a shepherd and drive up the cahnces of getting a meeting with the hierophant.

✔️ Beating Briony's friend to rack up lots of prize money to get the best drip in the colosseum dress shop 😎.

This is the same energy as letting Prihine live only to be able to dance with Blade/Riel/Trouble at her husband's gala later 😭 The value of a whole-ass human life being measured by a single opportunity to look hot LMAO

#Shepherds of Haven #silly #chapter 5 #alpha build #alpha preview #spoilers #heavy

[britishchick09]

the rewrite is now on kobo and it has a preview!

it only goes up to page 21 in the paperback, but if you want to read twice as much content, just hop on over to the excerpt on my jrose site! ;)

#the first 4 chapters are in the except! #the ending is a lot more suspenseful than this! ;D #poto rewritten #edit: it's release day and i changed the preview from 5% to 10%! #it ends right where the jrose preview does and it's so !!!! :D

[undead-supernova]

I'm reading the FOI preview pages and like...this is pretty accurate to canon Eddie and he's not even an asshole. Am I missing something? Why are people losing their minds over it?

#like this is actually interesting to read.... #I'm at chapter 5 preview and it's still really nice to read #I implore someone to discuss this w me

[avis-and-panda]

Preview for Chapter 5

(I know chapter four isn't even out but Avis wanted to post this... You can read it after chapter four is posted, it will be soon.)

“Alright.” Elena relented with a sigh before smiling at Arlo, “Maybe you can make me those ‘super special pancakes’ Youko told me about?” 

Arlo turned bright red, “She told you about those?!” 

Nikolaus laughed, “Oh, you mean the legendary pancakes made exclusively for and only ever tasted by Youko herself?” he smirked, “Yeah, good luck getting him to make those for you.” 

Elena raised an eyebrow, “We are talking about pancakes, right?” 

The other two fixed her with confused expressions, “What else would we be talking about?” Arlo asked honestly. 

Elena chuckled and shook her head, “Nothing. It’s just, you two do realize that when you say stuff like that, it sounds like you’re talking about something perverted, right?” 

Nikolaus gave her a dubious look, “If anything, the person interpreting the conversation as something perverted is the actual pervert here.” 

Elena blushed and glared at him, “I am not a pervert!” 

“Oh, really?” Nikolaus taunted, smirking, “We were just talking about pancakes, but your mind went straight to the gutter, huh?” 

“Shut it!” the other yelled, moving to slam her hand on the bed; before she realized how much of a bad idea that was and just awkwardly lowered it, “And we weren’t just talking about pancakes. You were the one who described Arlo’s ‘special pancakes’ as a treat only his girlfriend ever got to enjoy! Anyone could have interpreted that as something perverted!” 

Arlo sputtered with a furious blush and Nikolaus just gave her an unimpressed look. 

“Wha– Fwuh– You– My pancakes are pure!” Arlo yelled indignantly, a little too loud for a hospital. 

At the outburst, both Elena and Nikolaus stared at him for a second before bursting out laughing. Arlo stared at them in confusion, but the laughter was contagious, and he eventually joined, laughing along. 

#mha #preview #chapter 5 #Enjoy~!