#chapter preview

[smilesthroughfandoms]

A Bone to Pick (Chapter Preview)

(Shadowpeach shippers I am serving crumbs on a silver platter, come and eat!)

“Macaque, what exactly are you—?” Before Wukong could finish the question, Macaque had dashed over to The Not-Mayor and, with the evilest grin possible, punched the still-downed man in the gut. The lapdog spat out some blood and what little breath he had in his lungs upon impact, before rocketing down the tunnel and out of the cave. 

“Holy whoa!” Bai He smiled. 

“Guess we’re doing this now, huh?” Mei asked with a lazy grin. 

Macaque sighed happily. “That felt nice… that felt real nice.” He then turned to the others with a casual grin. “Keep up guys,” and then he sank into the shadows. No doubt chasing after the man he just punched. 

“Y’know,” Pigsy crossed his arms, “I forgot fer a second he’s about as old as Monkey King and almost as strong.”

“Well, Team B is moving out!” Mei started jogging ahead, with Sandy and Pigsy right behind her. “You guys better go catch up with Mac-Attack. Don’t want him to accidentally flatten Zhongyu, you know?”

Tang spared one last glance to Team A. “Try not to get electrocuted.” Then, with one last odd glance at Monkey King, he was running to catch up with the others. 

MK exchanged a look with PB and Bai He. “You two ready?”

“You bet I am!” PB grinned eagerly. 

From her spot piggybacking on PB, Bai He gave a familiar-looking evil grin to MK. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

“Great! Monkey King are you—Monkey King?” The trio turned to see the Great Sage standing with wide-eyed amazement, staring at the spot where Macaque had just disappeared. His tail was wagging slightly, his cheeks were a little pink, and his fur looked fluffier for some reason. 

MK reached over and shook the king’s shoulder. “Monkey King?”

“Nothing!” Monkey King shouted, looking panicked. 

“Huh? I didn’t say anything but your name.” MK raised a brow. 

“Oooh, fluffy.” PB reached over and patted Monkey King’s head like he was a kitten, marveling at his new fluffy fur texture. “How’d your fur get so fluffy, Mr. King?”

Face even redder, Monkey King swatted her hand away. “Let’s talk about something else, anything else really.”

“How come you look so nervous and sweaty right now?” Bai He asked. 

“… Anything else besides that.”

“Well we can either talk about kicking Zhongyu’s butt, or we could actually go kick it.” MK gestured towards the exit. “Which do you prefer?”

Monkey King sighed a bit, before smiling. “Actually kicking his but…”

“Great! Then le-go!” MK charged out of the cave, drawing his staff out. PB took off behind him, Bai He giggling in excitement. Monkey King hesitated a bit, waiting to make sure they were far enough away before he frantically started patting and combing his orange fur back into place. 

He decided, pointedly, to not examine what just happened to him until after The Not-Mayor was no longer a problem… but that didn’t mean the butterflies in his stomach were going away anytime soon.

#lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #lmk wukong #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk mk #lmk mei #lmk bai he #lmk little girl #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #lmk poppy blue (oc) #lmk oc #lmk mayor #lmk bone to pick (fanfic) #chapter preview #a bone to pick (fanfic) #lmk fanfiction #look me directly in the eys and tell me wukong wouldn't like someone who can kick his ass #or at least come close to kicking it #swk has a crush #i don't know where the monkeys fur gets poofier when they experience romantic emotions started #but i love it so feast upon my crumbs #macaque kicking the mayors butt would be cathartic #wukong has feelings but is in denial about feelings #good thing everyone around him is to distracted or to dumb to notice #lmk sandy

[sisterofficerlucychen]

halo, chapter 2 — sneak peek

Lucy is … Lucy, he knows that doesn’t make sense but it’s the best way to put it. If he absolutely had to define it, he’d say she’s his friend, a good friend. Except, Angela’s his best friend and the role the two women have in his life while similar is significantly different. He’d walk to the ends of the earth for them, he’d do anything for them except of the two, only one of them seems to be his voice of reason (and it’s not the one who he occasionally fears).  For everything he’s taught her, she’s taught him something too. He knows the hardships they’ve face within the last year are ones that can make or break someone, how they’ve come back stronger from it, and have been able to continue on because of how they’ve been at the other’s side. He’ll never admit it but he knows she’s become his guiding light, the one who reminds him to let his guard down just enough to see the good that surrounds them, the one who doesn’t know the depth of just how she’s helped him heal from some of the trauma that he carries. “To help people cope with the end of a relationship.” Her words play back in his mind and he realizes how she was more than a few steps ahead of him throughout the entire day. His statement about seeing each other tomorrow at roll call remains true but he’s suddenly thankful for the five stages of grief she walked them through during their shift. While planned for him, Tim knows that Lucy needed it as much as he did. It was the distraction she needed in order to not spiral to worst case scenario over the Amber Alert for the missing baby. One that took an unexpected turn as Tim draws a sharp breath at the memory of her first prank of the day. 

#the rookie #chenford #chapter preview #chenford fanfic

[forbidden-sunlight]

Salutations everyone, and welcome to this special broadcast of my yandere Hazbin Hotel fic, A Wendigo’s Violent Love!

This past Sunday, I had announced that if the first part had reached 1,000 notes I would share a portion from the second part before its scheduled drop on March 1st at 6PM. Within three days, this number was surpassed and currently sits at 1,038 notes.

I cannot thank my readers enough for their kindness and support in helping achieve this milestone. I sincerely hope you will all enjoy it~! If you would like to read the first part before being spoiled, I will leave a link to the fic here.

So with that being said, let’s get this show on the road~!

Shadows were handy little helpers to have, Alastor notes. Not only could they provide protection to the staff when he had other matters to attend to in the Pentagram but they were excellent spies. To be his ears and gather all of the delicious secrets he could uncover from enemies that were actually some semblance of a threat to his plans, or just because he was bored and liked to keep tabs on the latest bits of gossip. He loved to share this information with Rosie over tea-time when the subject of their discussions was not revolved around the ornery old bitch, Susan.

Although they have proven themselves to be useful time and time again, these little helpers were also sentient and created their own discord, much to the frustration of their creator. As much as you can say you’ve been keeping a distance from Alastor, he unfortunately can’t say the same. His shadows as of late have found themselves almost constantly attached to you. Through darkened hallways to under your leaves at the greenhouse, they were always at your side. Ready to step in and assist you in any way they can, even if he won’t lift a finger.

#forbidden-sunlight #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #yandere alastor x reader #yandere alastor #violet evergarden!reader #fem!reader #chapter preview #spoilers #a wendigo’s violent love

[ghost-bxrd]

Jason drums his fingers against the steering wheel, a nervous tick, “If it’s still as bad as you think by lunchtime you can call me and I’ll come get you, alright?“

Bruce frowns, “Just like that?“

“Just like that,“ Jason affirms, “As long as you promise me to give it a try.“

Bruce fiddles with the string of pearls tucked into the right pocket of his blazer. “But if I call you’ll pick me up?“

Jason sighs and a second later there’s a hand gently ruffling Bruce’s hair. Not that it matters. Apparently part of his ‘disguise’ are subpar hairstyles and non-tailored suits. Bruce just knows mom would gasp if she— well. Bruce thinks he looks stupid attending school like this, is all.

“Yes. I promise.“

The entrance looks like a gigantic maw, swallowing unsuspecting victim after victim. Everyone so eager to follow through on their own slaughter. Bruce wonders what it says about him that he’d rather face down several thugs than leave the car and submit himself to this torture chamber the government calls an “educational institution“.

“Fine,“ he grouses, releasing the seatbelt with a little more force than necessary, “I’ll see you at lunch.“

— The Antithesis of Magic, chpt. 4 sneak peek

#the antithesis of magic #sneak peek #sneak preview #chapter preview #dad jason todd #mini Bruce #antirobin #mockingjay #fic rec #fanfiction #batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #robin #red hood #batman #Bruce Wayne and Jason Todd

[altraviolet]

Ch 47 sneak peek 👀

Hello and happy winter* festivities** all!

*summer for southern hemisphere **normal day for those without festivities right now

I'm hoping to finish Ch 47 before 2024, but wanted to share a lil sneak peek! Everything below is subject to change, of course, but as of now Ch 47 will be told from Rodimus's point of view.

In case I don't see you again til 2024, wishing you all a very happy seasonally appropriate greeting! All the very best! Excerpt beneath the cut >D

Rodimus awoke in a tangle of tentacles. He stretched, careful to avoid scratching Soundwave's visor. “Mmmm.” He wiggled and settled down against the smooth protoform of Soundwave's body. Soundwave didn't stir.

The low hums and cyclical pumping of the Lost Light's utilities were louder here than in Rodimus's room, courtesy of the torn walls. The sheeny curtain had pulled back, revealing little crystals glowing faintly in their nooks and crannies. With soft metallic ssshhhks, Soundwave's tentacles repositioned themselves around Rodimus. They always moved so their cool sides coiled against him. Rodimus wasn't sure if they got too hot when touching him, or if they liked being warm and moved to distribute his heat evenly.

Rodimus traced a burned section of tentacle with a fingertip. Its metal was darkened and marred by tiny ripples. The segments were offset, preventing the tentacle from coiling properly. It bent into a soft corner. A rounded corner.

Rodimus snerked to himself.

It wasn't really a laughing matter. Rodimus gently pet the darkened metal. Its tiny ripples caught in the mechanisms of his palm. He'd dealt this damage. He felt bad about it. But... not guilty. Soundwave didn't deserve to be burned. But Rodimus wouldn't fault himself for his body's defenses.

Besides, Ratchet had a plan to fix it. They were gonna fix it, just like they'd fixed the holes in his chest, and they'd both be good as new.

"A virus.”

“Compassion.”

“I only want yours.”

Rodimus grinned to himself. No one had believed him when he'd said Soundwave would find his place. Hell, there were times when he barely believed it. But he'd done it. He, Rodimus, proud co-captain of the Lost Light, had shown this emotionally-starved, devastatingly loyal Decepticon there was another way. A better way. And now Soundwave was flourishing. He had friends, and a really weird but wonderful hobby, and tendrils that could leave a mech gasping in pleasure. And holy hell, Rodimus never would have thought that last thing was a thing, let alone it could be true, let alone he'd be the mech gasping.

“Preferred: Rodimus, happy.”

The grin faltered. Of course Rodimus was- well, he was happier. That was good. And of course his new bedmate would want him happy. That made total sense. That's what a good friend would want. What a lover would want.

What a lover would-

Rodimus wrenched himself from that train of thought. He scanned the room, desperate to distract himself. The desk was cluttered, projecting a dim data cascade in Soundwave's native cyphers. The makeshift shelves were crammed full of random tools and crystals. Bare wiring poked through in places, backdropped by shadowy pipes and conduits.

It was barely recognizable as Drift's room.

Maybe it never had been.

…

Oh, it had been. It definitely had been. And he'd been on this bed before, tangled up in limbs, feeling serene. Feeling at peace. Feeling like the mech beside him was a beacon, and for the first time since their initial jump, he could see where he wanted to go.

That bright and gentle feeling tightened in his chest.

No! Shut up! It's not happening again!

Rodimus knew he should get up for his own good. But his frame would not obey. He found himself burrowing harder into Soundwave, willing that cool body to shield him from those memories. Beat them away. Bury them. Better still, forge new ones. He wanted – he hated that he wanted – Soundwave woven into the fabric of his reality. Heavy in his arms and weighty against his plating. Too weird and wonderful to be washed away by the tides that pushed and pulled at Rodimus.

Soundwave stirred. His visor onlined with a flash. It displayed a rapid pulse. “Rodimus: agitation?”

Rodimus's field perked up out of habit, ready to push the concern aside. Dammit. Soundwave always knew when he was lying through his field. He didn't like it.

“False field express-”

“It was automatic. I didn't mean it.” Rodimus shoved the false cheer away. His true feelings seeped out. He couldn't hide them, but that didn't mean he had to explain them, either.

Soundwave's tentacles snapped up, tendrils sampling the air. “Rodimus: afraid? Danger in vicinity?”

“No,” said Rodimus. He parted the sheeny curtain and pushed himself off the bed. “Old thoughts. Don't worry about it.”

A tentacle wound around his arm. “Rodimus: needs...?”

“Breakfast.” Rodimus pulled away. The tentacle's biolights slid under his fingers, one by one. Blue light peeked between the bevels of his joints. “Why don't you sit with Nautica and Blaster today? We don't want people getting suspicious.”

The tentacle retreated. “Affirmative.”

Rodimus returned to his room via their secret door. He gave himself a big smile in the washroom mirror. A big, huge, totally happy smile accompanied by a forceful spoiler raise. Rodimus scrubbed faint, dark paint marks from his plating and polished his biolights. The glass of his body dulled when pressed against Soundwave's for hours. Rodimus didn't bother to wonder why. The explanation was always dimension stuff.

#echo garden related #preview #chapter preview #Ch 47 #Rodimus POV #if anyone's curious I am what tumblr likes to call 'culturally christian' #immediate family does a secular xmas-looking thing #but we're all agnostic or atheist #I am atheist but don't mind holiday wishes so if you send me some I will return them in kind :)

[souliebird]

|| and then I met you | ch. 14 preview ||

I started writing my new chapter today and it has really been flowing out, so I thought I'd share a little preview of what is coming up.

It's another Minnie POV chapter, and at the moment, it is 3.2k and about half way done.

#and then i met you #chapter preview

[syrupyyyart]

fuck you *adds dimension to your heavily stylized 2d character*

#this is the last chapter preview. see yall when its posted #motley #blueberry cobbler #my art #chapter preview

[amongemeraldclouds]

preview: better than revenge | chapter three: from moonlight to sunrise

Chapter 3 will be exclusively Mattheo Riddle x Reader! It can even be read as a standalone. It's a flashback to when you first met when he was hurt and you treated his injuries.

Author's note: I've been going back and forth on whether I should do previews or not. I'm way too excited by everything so here we are.

series masterlist | icymi - chapter two: practice?

Flashback when you met me.

I cross my fingers behind me as I think of the right spells. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Mattheo interrupts my thoughts.

“Well, if you must know, I was the top student at my healing magic class level one and two,” I say. 

“Nerd,” he says teasing.

“You’re lucky you’re already injured or I might have a go myself. Now do you want to be treated or not?”

“I’m sorry, go ahead,” he sobers and wonders why the hell he was being such a shithead.

I recall the spells again and keep my fingers crossed behind me. I’ve never actually used them before on a living, breathing human, but he doesn’t need to know that.

A/N: Okay, that's it for now. Stay tuned for the full chapter release coming soon!

series masterlist | icymi - chapter two: practice?

Taglist: @hoeforvinniehackerrr @i-think-you-are-gr8 @thecraziestcrayon @adreamingpendulum @themarauderswife7 @midsoulz @ultramarinetovelvet @val-writes @lafrone @daisiesformylove @mildly-delulu @allebasi05

#chapter preview #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheoxreader #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle #slytherin x reader #slytherin x slytherin #harry potter fanfiction #slytherin boys

[flowerandblood]

The Pearl and the Sapphire 

[ modern! • Aemond x Baratheon! • fem!reader]

[description: As a representative of a large family-owned gemstone business, Aemond is attending a major jewellery event where jewellery makers from all over the world are exhibiting. One of them is the Baratheon family. Aemond is tasked with focusing on attracting new customers, but his attention is diverted by the youngest daughter of the eminent maker Borros Baratheon. Slow burn, bitchy, possessive and obsessive Aemond, lots of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request + my sweet @valeskafics)]

yes. my poor brain couldn't stop me. it's coming

#chapter preview #the impossible choice universe

[bunny-is-cute]

Lucifer and Alastor: *on their first date in the human world*

Lucifer: Are there any lakes or ponds nearby?

Alastor: I think there is something like that around here. Why do you —?

Lucifer: *biggest grin ever*

Alastor: *annoyed* You want to go see the ducks?

Lucifer: I WANNA GO SEE THE DUCKS!

#hazbin hotel #fanfiction #fanfic #alastor #hazbits #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #alastor x lucifer #Lucifer and Alastor’s first date #chapter preview #deal with the devil #first date #I need someone to draw this out! #ducks #Lucifer loves ducks #🦆

[pastafossa]

Preview of Tuesday's new chapter of I'm Sending A Raven

The new chapter(s) will be dropping on Tuesday so here's a preview!

Warning in this preview for dehumanizing language, references to suicide attempts, ableist language, references to torture, references to human experimentation, references to starvation and calorie amounts, though there is a hint of hope at the end of the preview because finally, finally the Devil has come. Still, as with the darkfic this is for, proceed with caution if you're sensitive to any of this.

Month Seven “Jonas is dead.  I was alerted a few hours ago that he’d had a heart attack due to the injuries sustained in subject twenty’s attack, but I refuse to believe it. Somehow the Ferryman is responsible, and so we must move swiftly. Granted, I expect it will take him time to locate this place and for Coulson’s people to move in. Jonas would know better than to admit to where we were. However, as a precaution, we are preparing to abandon the compound on this: the first day of the seventh month since recapturing subject twenty. We will be gone before nine a.m. Thus this email before dawn, since you are so reluctant to take my calls.  The move will not affect our plans, both in general and our plans involving subject twenty. This I assure you. I doubt she will notice our move at all, and in fact, she seems to notice very little at all since we foiled her repeated attempts to end her life two months ago. My staff had feared that once the initial shock of the supposed five-year gap wore off, she would return to her old ways, especially once the staff began phasing out their aged makeup and dyed hair. Instead, she seemed entirely unaware of the changes reverting, her spirit broken in entirety. This is not our only victory, either. Her response even to painful stimuli is greatly delayed, and she does not ‘search’ her surroundings with her eyes as she once did. Nor does she pace in the Kennel, instead simply laying in a corner for hours at a time without moving, even now with the building a hive of activity. It is as if she is simply waiting—waiting for a command, waiting for us to remove her from the Kennel for daily exercise or experiments, or perhaps waiting to die. She is still somewhat emaciated, admittedly, despite eating when ordered. I am unsure why she is so thin when her caloric intake is so rigorously monitored to ensure adequate nutrition. We will continue to watch her closely, but I do not believe this will affect her during the move. That she is dumb to the world is ultimately a blessing. Our goal is further experimentation with links as well as continued access to her genetics, neither of which require her input, and we have already learned a great many things from the samples we’ve taken from her body.  I will be sending you a more thorough outline of our process once we have made the move to Oregon. I believe you will find it helpful when working with those particularly stubborn captives w they are here”

#the red thread au #i'm sending a raven #darkfic #chapter preview

[ghost-bxrd]

“That’s fuckin’ charcoal!” Jason spits, and Dick watches with a suspicious tilt of his head as the man’s hulking form slumps in defeat.

“… is it?” The man leans down to inspect the plate, making a frustrated sound, “I don’t know why it keeps doing that… How about I try making us some spaghetti instead?”

“Like we’re dumb enough to eat anything of yours!” His owlet snaps, making as if to crawl out from underneath Talon, but his anxious hoot halts the boy in his tracks, “Leave us alone! We ain’t comin’ to you or your room or shit!”

Dick squints his eyes when Bruce’s face falls, body reading disgust-horror-dismay, “I- No, Jason, no-“ the man takes a deep breath, “You don’t trust me-“

“No shit-”

“And,” Bruce continues calmly, “I understand that. I respect that. But I know Alfred talked to you about this. You both need to eat.”

“We’ll wait for Alfred, thanks.”

Dick chirrups in mild amusement. Thanks sounds like when Jason says fuck you.

Bruce sighs, but then a thought seems to occur to him and he leans down further, “Dick, chum, do you prefer meat?”

Talon frowns, tilting its head inquisitively.

— Owl Song pt. V preview, based on the sweet suggestion of an anon that just wouldn’t leave me alone. And we’re finally gonna see Bruce and the boys bonding 💚

#owl song #Bruce wouldn’t know how to work a microwave if it came with audio description #talon dick grayson #they’re all dumb your honor #sneak peek #chapter preview #Jason Todd #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #fic #batfam fic rec #misunderstandings

[sleepychibi]

Intertwined Chapter 5 Preview

Looks like Macaque and Wukong are finally talking, hopefully nothing bad happens…😊😇

(It’s unedited so some things may slightly change in the chapter’s official release).

#chapter preview #I forgot to post this my bad #shadowpeach

[writingwife-83]

Six Sentence Sunday Monday Tuesday 😆 Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @simplyshelbs16xoxo ❤️ here’s a little bit from the chapter of A Noble Cause, which I’m still working on.

Sherlock slowly walked out of the library after the young man had left, approaching the little pile of boxes in the hall. There it was, his boring little life packed up and ready to start anew in the big city. There was his clothing, books, science equipment, and samples. Everything he needed.

Only, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was forgetting something.

“So you’re really going, I suppose.”

Anyone who sees this, feel free to share a snippet from your wip as well! 😘

#sherlolly #fic: a noble cause #chapter preview #six sentence snippet

[theriverwild]

TWLATS Sneak Peek

Ch. 47) Oromë

I have not forgotten about my 'Use Well the Days' universe! My AU has just temporarily hijacked my brain and I'm trying to exorcise it so I can get back to TWLATS, Autocorrelation, Aftermath, SATPOD, and Marring of Mairon. Thank you all for being patient. Here's a sneak peek for the next chapter of TWLATS (below the cut):

“Not a chance in hell.” “You will do this, Mairon.” “The fuck I won’t. Were you not listening when I swore I wasn’t going to do that shit again.” “Which is why you’re going to teach me.” “Fuck you, Eöwnë.” “Fuck you, Mairon. When are you going to get it through your thick head that you do not know all ways and ends, nor do you see all paths for how this is going to play out.” “Okay, fine, so tell me. Why on earth would I teach you this kind of wizardry?” “You’re about to go to Middle Earth with Oromë.” “No shit.” “You know he’s going to have you hunt the fell beasts from beyond Arda that Melkor perverted to his service.” Mairon tilted his chin and glared at Eönwë, waiting for him to go on.  “You really want to send them back to Melkor in the void?” “You think I haven’t thought of this?” “So then what do you propose? Because you and I both know Oromë is not going to hold back.” “Can’t Námo sequester them?” “They are not of Arda, Mairon. They do not answer to him.” “So you’re going to play the hero then? Lock all these beasts up and then what? You can’t possibly believe Manwë will let you keep them in Aman.” “Manwë is not asking.” Mairon stared, balked, and then a grin crossed over his face, crinkling at the corner of his eyes. And he spoke with the slow drawl of delight. “He doesn’t know.”

#haladriel #trop fanfiction #my fic #my wips #TWLATS #that which lies across the sea #chapter preview #Eonwe and Mairon banter

[flowerandblood]

x The Impossible Choice Harrenhal Moodboard x As the great red dragon in the sky opened its maw, she only managed to cover her head with her hands and curl up into a ball. She screamed out loud as she felt the fire burning her, the pain was so indescribable, that she lost the ability to think and speak. She felt her skin and clothes burn and she cried out loudly, hundreds of similar sounds all around her screaming in agony.

#chapter preview #harrenhal #harrenhal moodboard #the impossible choice