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rainydaymiddleearthimagines · 4 years ago

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Destiny Calling:Chapter 3

You and Aragorn felt almost like parents to your group at times, whether that be because of the height difference or the fact that Merry and Pippin both were so hyperactive like children, always rambling on about the proper times of the day for food. Which according to what they were saying, was almost hourly. The hobbits watched you, finding you to be the most suspicious because you never removed your hood. You walked through the woods, you being the one taking lead. Aragorn was familiar with the lands and where they would take him if he wandered far enough but small trails away from roads were more your specialty. You were quicker than him, which of course, he didn't mind. You after all, could listen to nature.

You weren't exactly excited to make your way home either, seeing as when you left Elrond was summoning all great leaders and adventurers to Rivendell. You knew dwarfs were to be in that group. You didn't hate dwarves by any means, you actually sided with their reasonings on a lot of things. But they hated elves, assuming that none of them understood their logic or way of life. The only plus was that Legolas would most likely respond. You didn't tell Aragorn but once the ring had a proper master you were leaving with the group that would take it to Mordor. Elrond was not happy with your insistence but you brought up your father's failure to see the ring to be destroyed and told him that one or two people were clearly not enough. Hell, from the sounds of it, you weren't even sure an army would succeed.

"Where are you taking us?" Frodo asked as you moved deeper into the woods. "Away from any main roads." you said, ducking under a branch as you moved. You stayed silent most of the way leading them, unsettling the rest of the group. Aragorn, whenever he'd let you choose rather than just wandering or leaving to a specific destination, took this as focus. The hobbits however, took this as plotting. "How do we know this Strider and Y/n is a friend of Gandalf's?" Sam asked quietly, assuming you wouldn't hear. Both you and Aragorn exchanged a look but said nothing, allowing them to speak in ignorance to your abilities to hear them. "We have no choice but to trust them." Frodo muttered. "But where are they leading us?" Sam asked. You stopped, turning to him. "To Rivendell, Master Gamgee...to the house of Elrond." You said. Honestly it would be so easy for you to just explain that you were an elf. But it would be far more difficult to explain your royal status than your genetics. You were so awkward and uncomfortable in this moment. If you just would've removed the hood at the inn you'd be in the clear.

You walked along a small path, now out of the trees in the open. Aragorn was walking ahead with you now. You noticed two of the hobbits stop and you turned, making Aragorn turn. "Gentlemen, we do not stop until nightfall." Aragorn sighed. "What about breakfast?" Pippin asked. "You've already had it." you said. "We've had one, yes. But what about second breakfast?" He asked. You and Aragorn looked at Pippin with a blank stare before both of you began walking again. "I don't think they know about second breakfast Pip." Merry said. "What about Elvenses, Luncheon, Afternoon Tea, dinner...he knows about them, doesn't he?" Pippin asked. Aragorn pulled two apples out of your horse's pack. "Do not feed into this." you sighed. "Y/n, if we don't they will complain the entire time." He muttered. "Our children will be spoiled." You muttered, earning a grin from him as he tossed Merry an apple. He caught it with a surprised look but ate it. Pippin's apple smacked him in the face, earning a smile from Frodo.

After walking for a while, Merry tripped, making you stumble. You turned around, noticing his leg. "You cut yourself." You said. He frowned. "Darn roots, I didn't see it I suppose." He admitted. "Pippin. Come with me, we need to find herbs so infection doesn't set in." You said, getting up. Pippin walked with you. "We need Bailroot, sounds odd but—" "I know, Sam taught me some things." Pippin assured. "Sam knows plants?" You asked. "He's a gardener." Pippin said earning a "Ah" from you.

You walked through the forest before kneeling to a plant and cutting it. Pippin kneeled next to you, using a small dagger to cut it but it broke. You chuckled, handing him a dagger of your own. He took it with a nod as a thank you, cutting the plant. You took it and he sighed. "You haven't really said much to us... Is there a reason why?" He asked. You looked at him and sighed. "I'm going to be honest, I've been waiting for one of you to say something. I'm not usually this awkward or rude." You said. He chuckled. "We don't bite Miss Y/n." He said. You smiled and stood up. He handed you your dagger. You halted him. "Keep it. I use my swords more anyway." You said. He walked for a little bit. "Why did you keep your hood up this whole time?" He asked. You laughed nervously. "I uhm... Kind of reacted to strangers by lifting my hood and it's been too long to take it off now.." you muttered. "What are you hiding under there anyway?" He asked. You sighed and peeled back the hood, showing your ears. "YOU'RE AN—AN--" "SHHHHH!" you hushed. "Why would you hide that!?" He asked. "Because not everyone takes kindly to an elf." You muttered.

A very true statement. You actually did spend most of your time in any villages with Aragorn with your hood up the entire time. You heard many, many, MANY negative opinions on our race, mostly on how many of them had a "holier than thou" way of life. "We're not everyone. Sam has always wanted to meet an elf!" He said. "Just... Pippin please. Don't say anything it's just easier." You said softly. He looked in the direction of the group before slowly nodding. "It's alright Y/n... I won't say anything unless you want me to." He agreed. You gave an appreciative smile, nodding before lifting up your hood and walking.

You both walked back, you helping Merry with his leg. "There. Good as new." You said before beginning the journey again. You all pushed through, crossing through the lands before ending up at Weathertop. "We will go hunting for food. Do. Not. Leave. This. Spot." you said. They nodded before you and Aragorn went off. "You seem very tense on this trip Y/n." Aragorn said. "I feel like I have to be, they think like children... They don't even know the weight of what they're carrying." You said. "Why haven't you removed your hood?" Aragorn asked. "Honestly? It was a panic response. I didn't want them to know I was a princess and my pin isn't exactly..." "Hiding your status." He nodded. "Precisely." You sighed. Aragorn kneeled to a berry bush. "Don't think I didn't notice your comment earlier." He said. "Comment? What comment?" You asked. " 'Our children will be spoiled'." He said with a chuckle, cutting berries off the bush. You shook your head with an eye roll. "Surely you've thought of this as well." You said. "We've been lovers for what most consider to be a VERY long time, yes I have thought of us having children." he said with a smile.

You felt a change in the air and your head snapped back in the direction of weathertop. "Aragorn." You said, noticing the small fire those idiots made. "Shit." He muttered before you heard the shriek. You both sprinted, running as fast as you could as Aragorn was trying to make a torch. You drew both of your swords, charging into battle as Aragorn held his sword and a torch. You fought one away from Sam, handling another by Pippin before Aragorn handled the final one. You let out a small breath, before seeing Sam kneeled next to Frodo. Both you and Aragorn kneeled by his side, you examining the wounds as Aragorn lifted the blade. "He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Aragorn said, tossing it to the side as the blade dissolved to dust. "Do something!" Sam begged. "This is beyond my skill to heal, he needs Elvish medicine." Aragorn said calmly. You shook your head. "We have to wait for it to be near daylight." You said. "why!?" Merry asked. "Do you want those things to come back, or should we light another fire to encourage them!?" you snapped. He went silent and you sighed.

You reached the woods, the light slowly climbing as you looked for herbs. Frodo groaned and you turned to him shaking your head. "Is he going to die?" Pippin asked. "No. He is passing into the shadow world, he will soon become a wraith like them." You answered. You heard the shriek and you sighed. "Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?" You asked, recalling a brief comment on him being a gardener. "Athelas?" Sam asked. Aragorn paused, remembering its common name. "Kingsfoil." He said. Sam recognized it then. "Kingsfoil. Aye. It's a weed." He recalled. "It may slow the poison." you said. "Hurry!" Aragorn urged. You three rushed through the woods, Aragorn and you running in the same direction. "Over here!" You said, Aragorn kneeling to the plant and getting it. You ran back, looking at Frodo as he groaned in pain. "Strider, he will not make it." You muttered, Sam running back. He frowned. "Y/n, What can we do? We're doing what we can right now." He said.

"We're six days from Rivendell. We'd never make it unless..." you sighed, closing your eyes. "No." He sighed. "Aragorn, emme don't have limbe -o a cilme símen. (Aragorn, we don't have much of a choice here.) " The hobbits looked at you confused. "What are they saying?" Merry asked. "No clue." Pippin muttered. "Ni cannot let tye linne- on your her-, vamme yare I wraiths are still eth tar.(I cannot let you go on your own, not while the wraiths are still out there.)" he said. "Aragorn. Please. Estel i ni pole- care- sina. Ni pole- at least get him ana Arwen. (Aragorn. Please. Estel i ni pole- care- sina. I can at least get him to Arwen.)" You pleaded. He knew there was no stopping you and he sighed, looking at your horse and then you. "Ride hard, do not look back." He said. "Ni mel tye." You said, Sam noticing the look in your eyes when you said that. "Ni mel tye too." He said to you, his hand lingering over yours as you held Frodo close. You sighed before riding off. "What are you doing, those wraiths are still out there!?" Sam asked, ignorant to Aragorn's pain of sending you off on your own.

You raced through the woods, the sun finally becoming noticeable before you heard another shriek. "Fuck." you whispered, terrified to even look around you as you held Frodo close, riding at full speed. Arwen lended you her horse, telling you it was faster. You decided to put that to the test, racing through the woods, bobbing and weaving through the trees. You raced to the creek, the group clearly gaining on you. You halted, as did they because of the water. "Give up the halfling, she-elf." The witch king demanded. You drew your sword. "You want him, come and claim him." You hissed, noticing someone had rode in behind you. The wraiths attempted to cross but you heard your sister's voice, using water magic behind you. You crossed the creek, pulling yourself away from becoming collateral damage as as water washed them out. "Thank you." you breathed before Frodo winced.

You frowned. You could feel him dying. "No, no...Frodo, no! Frodo, don't give in...not now!" you breathed. Arwen dismounted as you brought him off the horse, kneeling to the ground with him. Arwen put her hand to his forehead. "What grace is given me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared. Save him." You prayed. You felt some sort of energy leave you as you said this, Arwen raising a brow. "Arwen he-he's dying." You breathed. "We will make it Y/n, do not fear." She assured. You both got on your horses, riding as fast as possible to Rivendell.

You handed him off to the medics, you leaning on the base of the fountain in the courtyard as you finally let yourself breathe. "He should be fine." Arwen said, walking over. You let out a breath of relief. "Good...Good." You said. "He however, is not the only patient we've had." She said. "Who was the other?" You asked. "Gandalf." she said. You closed your eyes. "Saruaman has betrayed us." you said. "Yes, he woke up saying that." she said. She sighed, pulling your hood back for you. She noticed how your hair looked, noticing the lack of leaves that tended to... Show up in your hair. "...You didn't take off your hood the entire time around them, did you?" She asked. "No, I did not." you admitted. "So they have no idea you're an elf?" She asked. "No." you admitted. "...Or that you're—" "A princess? No. They do not know." You admitted. Arwen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You need to get ready." She said. "I am not getting ready, Aragorn and the others are still out there!" you said. "Elladan spotted them two hours ago, they will be here soon." She said. You sighed. "This is ridiculous." You muttered. "Having to fight you into a dress is ridiculous." She said, pushing you in the direction of your room. You mocked her sentence and she smacked you. "Ow!" "You survived countless attacks, I assure you a small slap does nothing." She huffed. "Speak for yourself- a small smack my ass!" you whined as she dragged you off.

#aragorn x reader #aragorn imagine #aragorn

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kainetestament · 4 years ago

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Deciphering Peter’s conversation with Wanda

1. Wanda tried to test Peter by asking him about the name of the boy that has a skin problem who always steal his shoes to which Peter counter “You’re testing me.” And has successfully divert the conversation by telling her “I know I look different.” Wanda do feel his brother is not the same brother she remembers. That even us viewers wonder why Peter and not Pietro is present? Though I do have a theory about that and talk about below.

2. “I'm just trying to do my part, okay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats, and ultimately give you grief. I mean, that's what you wanted, isn't it?” For these sentences, it kind of look like someone is speaking for him (like he’s possessed). Peter gave off the ‘mischievous elder brother’ or possibly has a sister complex as seen X-Men Days of Future Past. If this is really him, giving Wanda a grief will definitely be the last thing he’ll do, pranking her? Maybe, like what he did when Vision left the house and sneak up on her back on Episode 6.

3. Peter said “Details are fuzzy, man. I got shot like a chump on the street for no reason at all and the next thing I know, I heard you calling me. I knew you needed me.” And Wanda has a confused look on her face. Also, If we go on FANDOM, Wanda’s profile has been updated and one of the updates the user add was “He told her that he heard her calling him after he was shot by Ultron, and that he knew she needed him.” First of all, whoever made an update, none of Peter’s words mentioned Ultron, and didn’t imply Ultron as well, second Pietro was not shot for no reason at all, Ultron was firing bullets from Quinjet and Pietro have to save Hawkeye and the kid he’s holding, Peter on the other hand phrase it as “no reason at all”, so I don’t believe it’s anything related to Ultron.

Let’s translate what Peter just said, “I got shot like a chump on the street” – if we are to simplify this sentence, he could meant he’s running (as usual) on the street and got knocked down because he’s an easy target (after all, chump means a foolish or easily deceived person), or someone stopped him from running then he was hit by something, then when he’s trying to understand what happened, he can hear in his head his sister calling him, in probably mournful voice because he claimed “I knew you needed me.” Because before he appeared, when Wanda mentions Pietro (in past tense), she was still smiling, almost indicating she was able to move on from his passing, then when was asked by Tommy if Wanda have a brother, she now spoke of him in present tense “He’s far away from here, and that makes me sad sometimes.” – this could probably be what he meant when he say “I heard you calling me. I knew you needed me.” Because Wanda is now reminiscing the Pietro, and could possibly be now in denial with him and she wants to see him. We don’t know what’s going on in X-Men Universe and hell Earth-616 is one confusing world. Retelling it here in MCU that X-Men could probably be from different multiverse will make it less confusing as well.

Also Wanda was not officially introduced in X-Men Universe, but on the delete scene of Days of Future Past, Ms Maximoff (their mom) said to her youngest “Go upstairs and bug your sister”, implying (and confirmed by the director) that the “sister” is Wanda and she does exists in X-Men world, Peter being the eldest of the siblings, have a big brotherly love for his younger siblings so he easily got brainwashed and was summoned to Earth 616, we can only theorize that Mephisto discovered him as he was travelling thru the multiverse (as per his comics abilities), discovered Wanda and Pietro. Who knows if Wanda of X-Men Universe is alive or dead, but we can try and think, why this Wanda? If Mephisto has the ability to travel to the multiverse, he can chose Wanda of other multiverse too. Is it because of her involvement with the Infinity Stone? So this Wanda is so special because she is able to mother twins without a man’s help? We just have to wait for 2 more episodes for answers.

Also on top of Wanda not being introduce X-Men Universe, FOX changed Pietro’s name to Peter because MCU is also introducing another Pietro, but in MCU, they killed Pietro, this is probably due to copyrights restrictions (between Disney and FOX) because both Pietro and Wanda can appear on both franchise with some restrictions, which makes sense why there’s only Wanda in MCU and only Peter in X-Men World to avoid referencing the restrictions due to legal rights. Now that the Multiverse is being introduced, they can now cross Peter from X-Men World to MCU as a mutant (vice versa) and can also be referred to as Magneto’s children since the restrictions have been lifted. Although another possibility that the MCU killed Pietro is because MCU and FOX already planned ahead for a possible future Multiverse since way back, once the First Generation of Avengers retires (Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, etc.), that is possibly the time they can introduce the mutants. Because if the First Generation is still present when the Mutants arrive, it could destroy the balance of the super heroes line up and the MCU might become a trash of super hero franchise, which of course they won’t want that to happen. By killing Pietro on the other hand, can actually be both a risk and advantage. MCU’s researchers have definitely done their job well and study other products that involved alternate dimension/reality/timeline. In my point of view (as an otaku), when I watched these type of anime with alternate dimensions/reality/timeline, it does feel weird especially if the character meets her/her counterpart, like in Dual!! Parallel Trouble Adventure where both Mitsuki have actually met (I only remember parts of the story, so I won’t go deeper into this), the awkwardness is kind of hard to watch… So killing Pietro might’ve been the best decision, because keeping both characters and later meets up will not only cause awkwardness but the viewers might also find it weird. With no offense to ATJ but unlike his, Evan Peters’ QS have more cool scenes, his running in the kitchen is definitely a big wow, Age of Ultron didn’t showcase much any cool moves, we do see the slow motions around him and his afterimage, but the kitchen scene looks way more cooler, and personally for me, I find his break in Magneto scene (the glass shattering and escaping the guards) much more satisfying than anything...

Evan Peters could’ve also been given instructions by FOX of him possibly appearing/joining the MCU in the future because in an interview with the X-Men Apocalypse cast on MTV After Hours, Peter (Evan Peters) comment to Cyclops (Tye Sheridan) “Just because you wear shades, doesn’t make you cool.” In which Cyclops responded with “Just because your name is Quicksilver, doesn’t make you an Avenger.” And Peter responded back with “You know, legally I’m not able to respond to that.” Also during Dark Phoenix interviews, Evan Peters was nervous yet silently freaking out, almost like Tom Holland trying to avoid telling anything. In the interview with New Trailer Buzz, Evan Peters was ask to say the first thing that come to his mind like Wolverine = claws, Marvel = X-Men, Magneto = metal, Charles Xavier = wheelchair, then when as SCARLET WITCH – he pause and almost choke and said nervously “okay” and started to laugh, then was asked about cross-over and he responded with sweet, although compared to his previous answers where it only took less than 1sec to respond, the word SCARLET WITCH and CROSS-OVER definitely gave him a scare as he was probably be in talks but is of course not allowed to disclose.

If we think about it back then, we can probably just dismissed it as part of the restrictions between Disney and FOX, but Kevin Feige did mention before that everything is plan even up to 5 years, and X-Men to be in talks for the future multiverse is not impossible and of course they will not disclose that information (to actors let alone media), and what are the odds of killing Pietro in MCU and not introducing Wanda in X-Men.

I will wait for Episode 8 for the next WandaVision update ‘cause it really hard to assume.

#WandaVision #WandaMaximoff #PietroMaximoff #PeterMaximoff #Vision #MonicaRambeau #Marvel

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sweetescapeartist · 4 years ago

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MY DBS MANGA CHAPTER 72 REVIEW... 😒

Hey there... Here comes the review.

Imma start like this and use language some ppl may find offensive. Goku, Vegeta, & Granolah are retarded. Now that that's out of the way, time to dissect this "Dragon Ball Super coloring book."

Goku & Vegeta land on the planet & its peaceful. How are they not immediately suspicious? They see that the planet isn't in danger & no death. Its obvious they need to ask a question to figure out what lies they've been told.

I was gonna say its dumb for Granolah to be able to supress his ki because it seems only Earthling have that kind of spiritual understanding. But Namekians have that spiritual understanding too so maybe Monaito taught Granolah how to suppress his ki.

I lost interest in the Heeters' past. You can only tease me so long until I stop caring. At least mention something like Freeza almost killed Gas on planet Cereal so now that's why Gas keeps trying to get stronger. There's so little info about "important" stuff that's supposed to be important. Give readers a tease, hint, a different hint, some valuable info, then another hint, then a reaveal (or something similar!) Instead its tease, hint, tease, tease, hint, tease...

In all honesty, the chapter didn't even need that page with Gas & Elec. When Maki said Gas & Elec are coming, that was all we needed to know. Then we anticipate their arrival in the next chapter. Showing them is a waste of time & they add no real purpose to the chapter. That was just a waste of ink.

Also I'm bored of Gas now. He only looks interesting but does nothing. 👎

Granolah shoots at Goku & Vegeta. Base Goku closes his eyes to use UI (UI Omen?) while Vegeta goes SS. Base Goku dodges easier than Vegeta. Goku is leagues beyond Vegeta.

A better way to have Goku & Vegeta encounter Granolah would be for him to snipe at them right when they get off the ship. Granolah wanted to kill them so bad so why wait for them?

Somehow they go towards Granolah but he's too fast for them & they lose him. They can't sense him firing ki for some reason. Idk why Goku didn't use Instant Transmission when Granolah shot ki at them?

I don't get why Goku closes his eyes either. Its as if Goku can't use UI now unless his eyes are closed but that wasn't the case before. Eyes were opend when using UI Omen & Mastered UI. Toyo could have conveyed that better but instead he's making Goku close his eyes like how Roshi covered his eyes when fighting those prisoner women because their beauty distracted him. Is Goku distracted by Granolah's beauty or something?

Wait a sec... I gotta backtrack real quick. Goku used the Ultra Instinct technique in his base & didn't go into Ultra Instinct Omen? But thats him using it in base right? Oh boy... This is about to get dumb...

Ultra Idiot Goku & Super Stupid Vegeta are surprised that the guy having the title of "strongest in the universe" is capable of moving faster than them when they aren't at full power. Such genius writing.

Goku gets shot in the neck... & it knocks him out... Ok. But later Granolah comments on how Goku's body moves on it's own before Goku can even process an attacks. Not to mention Goku & Whis have said the same thing. Goku should be untouchable at this point, but for some reason he is not.

So, Vegeta takes a senzu bean from his "training bra" and gives it to Goku. For some reason they decided to only take 2 senzu when knowing they would fight a guy possibly stronger than them. Stupid monkeys.🐒 (I'm starting to sound like Freeza now)

How did unconscious Goku eat a senzu? Yaoi fans would had loved it if Vegeta chewed the senzu up for Goku and fed it to him. Sorry, it just reminded me of Trunks spitting senzu mush into Mai's mouth since she was unconscious.

Then we have this dialogue from "sensei" Vegeta, The Ultra Instinct Expert...

"You rely on Ultra Instinct too much! If you haven't perfected it yet, then dodge using your mind!" - Vegeta

"Yeah, you're right..." - Goku

"WTF Toyotaro!" - DB Meta

... I'm unsure who is the stupid one in this situation. Is it Goku or Vegeta? It could be Vegeta because UI is the ultimate technique that allows you to move without thinking. But Vegeta says that because Goku hasn't perfected Ultra Inst-...

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Sorry, I had to restart my brain...

Didn't... didn't Goku master Ultra Instinct? Silver hair? Silver eyes? MASTERED/PERFECTED ULTRA INSTINCT? Before that, Goku perfected Ultra Instinct Omen & could go in it at will... So, Goku is listening to Vegeta tell him he hasn't mastered UI? But both know that Goku did master UI? What does Vegeta know? Vegeta can't even use UI.

I almost stopped reading the rest of the colouring book when I got to that dialogue.

Also, Granolah wants to kill Saiyans, so why is he holding back and not hitting them with deadly attacks. He only needs one alive anyways. He said so himself.

At least there was a good pose Goku was in. The art looked nice there.

Now here's another place I almost quit reading. Granolah apparently has all the abilities of Goku & Vegeta. Hack writing. Sounds like a Moro, 7-3, & Cell copy cat. Toyo just cant leave the Cell saga alone.

Granolah is bumping his gums & rattling his tongue (old slang for "talking a lot") but when Vegeta asks if Granolah holds a grudge against Saiyans, Granolah suddenly says that's enough talking. He responded to them 3 times & spoke like 5 sentences to them. If you're gonna chat then chat. If you hate Saiyans then don't say anything to them & try to kill them. Dummy.

Granolah uses Hakai. But aparently he's not using Hakai or Instant Transmission. Its just "similar." Sure. Confirms that he has been using something similar to UI in previous chapters too.

Granolah says they're stronger than expected because they escaped into the air. Escape doesn't equal strenght. Mai escaped Goku Black, doesn't mean she's extremely strong.

But seriously, Vegeta saying he's gonna prove his training is better than Goku is stupid. He wants to prove he is better than Goku yet he tells Goku to fight first (that's beta). It's as if he isn't confident & wants Goku to wear Granolah out first, so he can come in and look impressive. Kinda like in RoF after Freeza was tired from fighting Goku & Vegeta wasn't tired at all & he easily beat Freeza up. Looked cool, but actually wasn't too impressive.

Granolah saying that he's gonna shoot them if they don't fight him is ridiculous. Why is he showing mercy to the tribe that didn't show his ppl mercy? Why give chances to the ppl you wanted revenge on for years? Realistically he would just start blasting at them.

Unecessary dialogue from Vegeta talking to himself about how he needs to learn who Granolah is. Show don't tell Toyo.

Why is Granolah waiting for the Oozaru form? Maybe he wants to kill them in that form? What about revenge? Just kill them.

Goku screamed to power up from SS to SSG. That's possibly dumb, but I gotta let at least 1 thing slide this chapter.

Why did Granolah let them power up? So unlike what we've been shown what Granolah is like. Why would he want to give "murderers" of his entire race a fair chance to fight him?

Next, Goku doesn't try to explain he isn't savage like other Saiyans when Granolah accuses his kind of being so. Instead Goku just agrees & says "Oh... Yeah." I guess he really just wants to fight. I can't tell if this is OOC or just magnifying a Saiyan flaw of Goku just to push the story along. Idk. I'm losing brain cells reading this chapter.

Granolah's fighting stance is cool. Hey, look. I said a nice thing. (But why is he doing close combat when being a sniper us his specialty?)

So, Goku uses UI in SSG form... Bruh, is Ultra Instinct a technique, a state of mind, or a transformation? I'll tell you what it is. ULTRA INSTINCT IS A PLOT DEVICE! It does whatever Toyotaro decides at the moment. So freaking inconsistent... 😓😒

Ultra Instinct becomes more accurate when in conjunction with a SS form?! How tho? I thought it was just a goldy technique that needed a clear mind and control or whatever. Or is UI a transformation like Toyo stated many times in previous chapters, while also calling UI a technique? How can mixing a godly "technique" with a SS form enhance it better than Goku simply using UI Omen? It doesnt! Vegeta, you can just shut up! Every time you talk about UI, you've been wrong! It should be illegal impersonating an UI Expert.

Goku is using the Ultra Instinct technique in base form against Granolah.

UI Omen is Goku using the Ultra Instinct technique in base form.

Goku uses Ultra Instinct technique in the Super Saiyan God transformation.

Mastered UI is Goku mastering the technique or maybe using the technique as a transformation? (Toyo is confusing.)

So why isn't Goku going into UI Omen when using UI in base? Why does Vegeta say "Ultra Instinct... becomes more accurate when used in conjunction with a Super Saiyan form"? Does that mean Mastered UI is a Saiyan form in conjunction with the Ultra Instinct technique? So, there's an unknown silver haired Saiyan transformation that Goku was utilizing in conjunction with Ultra Instinct? I guess this confirms that "Super Saiyan Blanco" is real y'all.

I suppose that if UI in base isn't the same as UI Omen, then by that logic, there is also an unknown "Super Saiyan Noir" form we haven't seen yet.

I'm done with Ultra Instinct in the manga. Toytaro doesn't know if UI is a technique or a transformation. I could explain it better than him, but I'm not tye one writing official material. Why should I make sense of his bad writing when he will change things later? HE should explain it clearly to US. He is extremely inconsistent with his explanations and will change them when he feels like it.

I dont care what Geekdom101 says about UI being both technique & transformation, because Ultra Instinct IS NOT a transformation nor a technique anymore. ULTRA INSTINCT IS JUST A PLOT DEVICE. 😑

[You can skip this little section. I'm talking about inconsistencies from the Moro arc]

I remember when I talked about how Moro's life draining powers were retconned multiple times.

Moro can absorb life energy from a planet while he is in outer space, then he is nerfed to only being able to take life energy by directly touching you, later Vegeta says they need to get off the ground because now Moro (who is stronger and fused with the planet) can only steal your life enrgy while making contact with you. He could absorb life energy from entire planets from space, but has to make contact with somebody once he got stronger?

Let's not forget it's said Moro drains life energy, but can't drain 17 & 18 because they say they don't have life energy. I guess that means Krillin had a daughter with a dead woman? No. Multiple times, 17 & 18 contributed to the Genki Dama (a collection of life energy). Goku gathers energy from trees, animals, ppl, everything living. This means 17 & 18 do have life energy because they are living beings. But the energy they fight with is unlimited artificial energy.

So if 17 & 18 can give life energy to Goku for a Genki Dama, then Moro should be able to take their life energy just like anyone else. What he can't take is their energy they use for battle because itsunlimited & artificial. Toyotaro does not understand this important detail nor does he understand many other details about these iconic character. So why is the the writer if he is getting so much wrong? Why is he not soley the artist?

Goku uses UI in SSG form to dodge a barrage of attacks from Granolah that are aimed at the planet. They must be weak attacks because the explosions are tiny. Is Granolah really trying to kill them?

Goku using UI in SSG but somehow gets caught off gaurd. Did UI just get nerfed so that Vegeta can look like he is on the same level as Goku in a later chapter? I think it did...

Granolah took Goku down a second time... Wow Goku, you kinda suck. In DBS CH 65 on page 11, after Moro broke his arm on UI Goku's chest, Whis said "When Ultra Instinct is honed to this extent, the body will automatically grow sturdier as necessary." Why is Goku holding back against the strongest in the universe? Oh yeah, that's right... UI is getting nerfed.

Vegeta, what do you mean "How is he learning Kakarot's weaknesses so quickly?" Everybody has similar vital spots in DB. Thats not learning, thats just knowing. Are you just a dummy, Vegeta? Do you not know where vital spots are?

Granolah can tell Goku's body is moving before his brain tells him to react. Granolah the UI "expert" can see all with his eye. You know who else can see with their eye? Tien. Speaking of Tien, I wanna go back to Earth now. What's Piccolo doing? I bet everyone on Earth is chilling or at work. Is it bad I'd rather watch Gohan at a conference than watch Goku, Vegeta, & Granolah be dummies? I'd rather watch Chi-Chi cooking with vegetables instead of watching vegetable puns fight a cereal pun. I'm sorry, the dialogue is just so bad...

How does Granolah's right eye being able to observe blood flow & muscle movements let you know where to strike? Dude, vital spots are where your organs are, & pressure points, & your head area, & you arteries, & so on. Ya ain't gotta observe blood flow to know that. Granolah just making stuff up now to sound cool. News flash, you failed. If he was sniping and able to track them based on blood flow and muscle movement, then that would had been smarter writing.

Granolah: "This right eye of mine is the sharpest in all the universe. It sees all."

Your eye sees all Granolah? Can you see past the Heeters feeding you bullcrap too?

Yo, where did Granolah's barely existing personality go? He wss once driven by revenge, and now the opportunity for revenge is right here in front of him & he's acting like he doesn't want it. If revenge is his only noticeable personality trait, what happens when you take it away? You get bland and dry Granolah.

So then Veget- hold on! Thats it! Granolah's name pun is granola because he is meant to be a bland character! I get it now! So all his moves must be cereal puns!

I never realized how genius this character is!

Detective Vegeta: "A tribe driven to extinction, known for their evolved right eyes... This is starting to sound familiar..." 🕵

Tien?! Oh wait... he said right, not 3rd eye. Jiren?! Oh wait, that's both his eyes... Jaco!? That's both eyes too... I give up.

Granolah's eye can tell that Goku is not using his full power, yet he can't tell he is being fooled by the Heeters. I think he needs new glasses or at least clean the revenge smear off of his monocle.

Granolah casually chats with a Saiyan who is one of the ppl he wants to kill. He would be better if he barely talked and just acted. Granolah should be like Iron Man in "Captain America: Civil War." Not trying to talk, just trying to kill because he is angry and wants revenge.

Goku: "Granolah, we don't work for Freeza & the two of us didn't attack your planet."

Granolah: "I dont care... Your people killed my family."

Boom! Gimme an award!

Back to the chapter 72 colouring book...

Granolah: "Hurry and get on with it. I have no duty to wait for your sake."

Yet you've been waiting all this time for them to arrive, fight them, chat with them, & even waiting for him to transform right now. You got time. You got 3 yrs to waste. You can chat for 10 minutes or so.

Granolah tells Goku that he doesn't have time to wait, then says "It's no skin off my nose to kill you where you stand." Then he waits for Goku to transform... Just kill Goku and be done with it already. Its not like Vegeta can win if Goku can't.

Granolah: "I dont have time for talk."

Goku: "Ok lets fight!"

Granolah: "Ok but, let me tell you about what my eye can do. I'm really proud of it. Mind if I talk a bit? So I sacrificed my life to defeat Freeza, the guy you're working for."

Goku: "What? You don't like Freeza? You're not a bad guy?"

Granolah: "Shut up Saiyan! You'll pay! Fight me!"

Granolah doesn't want to talk about Freeza all of the sudden when Goku implies they both have been tricked. Granolah becomes stupid just so the fight continues. There's a better way to keep them fighting. SHUT UP, GRANOLAH! If he talked less then convoluted stuff like this wouldn't happen.

Granolah yells "Take this!" He powers up instead of doing an attack... Why yell "take this" then power up if you aren't gonna attack right away? You even knocked Goku out of SSG, so now is the perfect time to finish him.

Blah blah blah, Goku goes SSB and they fight, blah blah blah.

Hey look! In my last review I said something about the planet should shake or be in danger from the battle. Looks like Toyo made the planet shake from the battle. Good job. I like this detail. Will it matter later on? Probably not.

Also, ya notice how god ki and god transformations are limited in this chapter? It seem they got too powerful for there to be any stakes. So we see Vegeta in base & SS. Then we see Goku in base, SS, SSG, base, & SSB so that false tension can build. Its smart but the dialogue doesn't compliment this smart tactic.

Aparently Vegeta doesn't care about the fight. Detective mode activate! (🕵) Vegeta standing in that Oozaru footprint looks like he's in Jurassic Park lol. But why did Detective Vegeta have to touch the footprint? He could had just looked at everything when he was high up and had a bird's eye view. Did Detective Vegeta taste the soil & gain knowledge by tasting the past?

Detective Vegeta: "I think I know who he is."

The Heeters said his name is Granolah, dummy. Shouldn't you say "I think I know what happened here." or something like that? Gimmie your detective hat, your trench coat, your bubble pipe, & you magnifying glass! You give detectives a bad name! I'll give this to somebody more deserving, like Jaco, Videl, Krillin, or Hit.

Did ya notice that Vegeta didn't get hit once but Goku who is using UI gets hit multiple times? Vegeta tells Goku to think instead of use UI? Oh yeah, this chapter was to pander to Vegeta fans. Toyo is poorly trying to convey he is equal or above Goku somehow. Like Vegeta mastered his training but Goku hasn't despite having mastered UI as a transformation thingy.

In conclusion, I was right. Freeza still hasn't been seen yet. Show a pic of him in somebody's thought bubble at the very least. This is all happening because if his influence y'all. Still no visual of Freeza yet... Whateva.

This chapter was wack. Too much unintelligent & unreasonable & unrealistic & unnecessary dialogue, plot went nowhere, Goku is being handicapped so the fight can continue, everyone are stupid idiots, Vegeta is being built up to lose his battle or get lucky & win. No image of Freeza still... This was just a very, very boring chapter.

I expect the next chapter to be boring too. Probably won't see Freeza either.

Prediction

Goku got knocked down twice by Granolah, Vegeta decided to fight second, Granolah said he doesn't need to keep Goku alive, & Vegeta told Goku he should stop relying on UI... Sounds like UI is getting nerfed & Goku is gonna need to be saved by Vegeta so that Vegeta can show off his Hakai training in comparison to UI.

#dbs manga #dbs #review #wtf toyotaro

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kwinnieppang · 4 years ago

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𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑫'𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒆

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅'𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒆

-𝑨 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

Y/n P.O.V.

Being alive is not that hard, I think. Y/n L/n, I'm a 15 year old student, today will be my first day of being a highschool student. When I was still in Junior Highschool, my life is hard. But then, it changed now, all I need to do is just start a new life. Besides, I go to another school because my parents are changing works. I never knew what they're doing and I never want to know. One word, useless.

I was walking around the school hall, everyone's eyes were staring at me. They're whispering something but I didn't know what it's about. I don't want to hear anything again, because I'm traumatized with my past, when I'm still in Junior Highschool. But I can see they are smiling at me, is that a good thing or not?

I'm currently walking to my class, Class 1-B. The first classes are on the first floor, so I don't need to rush because no stairs were needed for me to climb. Anyways, when I went inside to the class, I found about 14-20 students in the class, where's the others? Am I too early?

I took a seat beside a silver haired girl with pigtails. Each table is only for 1 person, this is completely change. In my old school, a table is for 2 people because the table were quite long. I placed my bag on the desk infront of me and think what should I do next.

"Are you the new kid?" Someone asked me, I turned my head to where the voice came from. It's from the silver haired-girl with pigtails, I'm not surprised.

"Yes? Maybe?"

"I thought the new kid will be more amazing but it's not, i'm disappointed..."

Why this girl is so arrogant? What is her problem with me? I'm just being myself and this is how she's thinking about me? I'm more disappointed than how you disappoint me. Calm down, this is just the beginning, we don't know what will happen the next time. I ignored her and took my favourite juice box out. I opened the juice box and drank it, savouring the juicy rich flavour.

Then, I can hear rioting outside the classroom. Girls and boys are running to the same direction but they're mostly girls. I'm guessing there are many hot and popular boys in here. Every school has hot popular boys and girls, don't they? Nah I'm definitely not interested with those kinds of topics. So I just continued to drinking my juice.

"What's happening?" The silver haired-girl asked no one but I'm very sure she directed that question to me.

"I don't know..."

"I don't know too! I'm the new kid too, you know!"

Wait, what? She's the new kid? How she can be so proud of herself? I thought she was from this school since she was arrogant and all or something else. She is only a new kid, same as me. Should I be too prideful of myself too? Is this school the same as my old school? I don't know. My heart is beating more faster than usual. I'm scared, I'm scared if this school will be same as my old school.

No one P.O.V.

Outside the classroom, the other students from class 1-A and 1-B were running to the same direction. They welcomed the school's popular boys, Langris Vaude and Finral Roulacase. Langris Vaude, he's rude and cold to his classmates but he can be counted on. Finral Roulacase, he's a sweetheart and was friendly towards his classmates. They are brothers but from different mother.

Langris' new class is on the second floor so he needed to pass class 1-A to 1-C, which the staircase is behind class 1-C. Langris is in the second-year, Finral is in the third-year. When they are passing Y/n's class, Y/n look at them from her seat. The h/c-haired girl's seat is located in the middle of the classroom, far away from the hallway window.

"So... They are the boys...?" Y/n tilted her head in confusion and look at the silver haired-girl.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Why you are looking at me?!" The silver haired girl raised her tone, Y/n bet she's also confused as herself.

Y/n never want to have a relationship with the famous boys, she hoped she doesn't meet them. When the classroom door is open, 2 other boys came into the class. One with ash-blonde hair and the other with black hair. They are not twins but they look like so close. The ash blonde-haired boy seemd very excited with his new class. Meanwhile, the black haired boy played it cool, like he doesn't care with the class.

"Whoo... Another new student?" Y/n let out a small smile. The ash blonde-haired boy noticed her and then went over to her desk.

"Hello!! My name is Asta, nice to meet you! This is my first day! Let's be good friends!!" Asta bow at Y/n, Y/n was wondering why he is being so respectful to her.

"N-Nice to meet you... My name is Y/n L/n, I hope we can be friends too" Y/n held out her hand to shake hands. Asta accept it without any further to do.

"You are so noisy, you know?" The silver haired-girl flipping her hair. Y/n and Asta looked at the silver haired girl, still shaking hands.

"Then... What is your name?"

"Noelle Silva, that's my name"

"Noelle Silva... Silva... Don't say! You are the daughter of Acier? The prettiest woman of the world?!" Y/n let go Asta's hand and then looked at Noelle with a surprise and excited look, sparkles shining in her e/c orbs.

"Yes, you are right!" Noelle feeling proud of herself again.

"Prettiest woman...? What is that?" Asta's brain corrupted and he look at the two of them, confused.

"Asta, don't say..." Y/n and Noelle look at Asta with a hopeless face.

Without their knowledge, the black haired boy watched them for his seat. His seat is far because it was placed near the door. Meanwhile Y/n, Asta and Noelle are sitting in the middle far from the door. They are at the back, the black haired boy is in the front. But then, the black haired boy only watched Y/n since she was shaking hands with his friend. The other students were surprised with the black haired boy, because of how attractive he looked. But his focus was on the h/c-haired girl, he doesn't care about other people.

"Y/n... L/n..." He starts whispering her name, he turned his back to the front and stopped watching her.

"Anyways, Y/n" Noelle called her, Y/n turned her head to face Noelle.

"Yes?"

"L/n... Uhmm... Do you know your father's work?"

"Eh? No?..."

"Oh... I thought you know your father's work" , Noelle's face told the h/c-haired girl that she's disappointed.

If Y/n doesn't know her father's work, then her friends also wouldn't know. Y/n's father is always a mysterious man, she also rarely meet her father. Y/n's mother is at home more often than her father. But then, Y/n's mother doesn't tell her anything about her father's work. Surely tye both of them are hiding something from her.

"No, I'm not very familiar with my father but I can tell he is rich..."

"Rich?! I see..." Noelle started guessing if the rumor is true or not. But of course, she is hiding it from Y/n too.

Timeskip, chemistry lesson

Class 1-B has chemistry lesson and Noelle's older brother is the teacher. Nozel Silva, the oldest son from the Silva family. Class 1-B are going to the Chemistry lab to start their first lesson. Noelle and Asta sat near the teacher's desk, meanwhile the black haired-boy is near the experimental items beside the cupboard. Every students came from the first door that is located at the back.

When the h/c-haired girl came into the lab, she saw the black haired-boy motioning to the seat beside him, telling her to sit with him but then instead, she just stared at the chair and ignored it. She then walk to her new friends and sat with them. The black haired-boy only looked at her and felt jealousy bottling up inside him when Y/n is with the others.

"Noelle, your older brother is a teacher... Right?" Y/n smiled mischievously.

"Yes"

"Don't you dare cheat in the exam, if you have the answers, share it with me"

"Hah?! No way my brother would do that to me!" Noelle yelled as she blushed, making Y/n laugh.

Shortly after, Nozel come to the class and told the students to sit at their own places. The first lesson started, everybody took their notes from the lesson.

Sometimes, Y/n is made small jokes with Asta and Noelle because the situation is so awkward. Nozel didn't mind if they are making a small joke, as long as they are not too noisy and understands his lesson well, Nozel allowed them.

Nozel want to them all to take the tools from the cupboard. Y/n went to the back to collect the tools and then met the black haired boy.

"Can you help me take that thing?" Y/n asked as she pointed up tall shelf.The black haired-boy nodded and took it. He gave it to her and when Y/n wants to take it from the black haired boy, he didn't gave her the chance to take itm

"Thank you..." Y/n said while trying to pull it but then her hands were harshly grabbed Yuno.

"Yuno, that's my name, remember me" Yuno let go her hand and the tool, Y/n only stared at him in confusion.

"Remember you...?"

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅'𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒆

-𝑨 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

#asta #yuno #bcl #blackclover #nachtfaust #noellesilva #leopoldvermillion #langrisvaude #finralroulacase #xreader #fanfic #blackcloverfanfic #yandere

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royallyprincesslilly · 6 years ago

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Title: Animal (11)

Chadwick Boseman X Black Reader “Sianna”

Chapter Warning: Cursing, angst,

Word Count: 5k

Note: How long’s it been? Wow, I’m sorry guys. Anyway, here we are. Hope you guys enjoy this one. As always thank you for reading, I appreciate you!

**Loosely edited/Proofread***

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Three Weeks Later

-Chadwick-

“Chad!” Shouted Tye trying to get his attention. Chadwick snapped out of it with a shake of his head.

“Yo.”

“I been calling your name for a straight minute. Where the hell were you?”

“Right here, man. What’s up?”

“Nah, you’re not here. If you were here you would have objected to that salary for the next role, especially given how bankable you are now,” Tye added.

“12 mill is abysmal especially given the immediate success of Black Panther. Don’t worry I’m going to hardball for 20,” Tye finished closing the folder on his desk before putting it back into his desk drawer. Once finished Tye looked at him.

“Now tell me what the hell is going on with you. The last few weeks since you came back from what was to be a relaxing vacation your ass looked dazed as hell like you didn’t know shit. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said you met some fine Jamaican ting, and she put it on you. Now for the last 3 ½ weeks at least you’ve been wandering around here completely not there. You’re physically there but your head man; your head’s not in the game. What the fuck is up?”

Tye had been his agent/manager since he did his role in “The Kill Hole,” since then they’d been through all the ups and downs of the agency, and he’d always had his back professionally, hell he considered Tye a good friend at this point. He hadn’t told anyone of the shit going on, but his boys and he was reluctant to tell anyone else. He knew what Tye would say. He would make it a huge deal that he hadn’t used protection and that he was even in the situation. Then Tye would say it was for the best because his career was taking off and the complication of a “baby mama” was not something he needed at the time. So, he didn’t say anything.

“Just tired,” he lied.

If he were frank with himself, it wasn’t a lie. He was tired. In the last 3 ½ weeks since finding out he was going to be a father with a woman he actually wanted to be with, then fucking it up with said woman, then finding out he wasn’t going to be a father because the woman he wanted to be with ended the pregnancy because of him he hadn’t slept. He roamed around his house at night thinking, painting and writing. In the last few months, he’d gotten further on his screenplay than he had in the last year. He’d created more pieces than he’d ever done on his leisure time. After Tye studied him most likely thinking he was a lying bastard he nodded.

“Okay. I’ll be in touch when I have some news on the salary negotiations.”

Chadwick stood preparing to leave; he was supposed to meet Kareem at Urthe for lunch.

“Don’t forget the Q&A with the BP cast,” Tye reminded. He nodded and gave him a pound and left.

On the drive to Urthe, he passed Sianna’s store and just like that his mind went right back to her. He scoffed, shook his head and focused on forgetting her. What choice did he have?

“My man!” Kareem greeted pulling him into a quick half hug.

“What’s up?”

Chadwick looked around to make sure no paps were around. Nothing ruined a low-key lunch like the damn flashing of a camera. When they sat down and got comfortable, they ordered their meals.

“So, what’s new? You’ve been MIA for the last three weeks. What’s up with that?” Kareem asked sitting back in his chair waiting for an explanation.

Out of all his friends, Kareem seemed to get him the best. He never needed the extra words; they were like brothers from different mothers.

“Nothing much, just taking some time to—decompress.”

“Decompress, is that code for find some balls to talk to that girl?”

Chadwick laughed and shook his head.

“Man, if you only knew.”

“Well tell me then.”

He took a deep breath and with that, spilled it all. He started from the beginning in Jamaica, rounded to Barbados, the fashion line premier, the club, the park, the crash, and the burn. He didn’t leave a single detail out. He was even honest about how he felt for her and his regret with how he handled the whole situation. After he’d explained it all to Kareem, they sat there silent with their plates in front of them. Kareem looked stunned, and Chadwick didn’t blame him. Telling the whole story out loud for the first time, he heard how much this was. After a few more minutes of silence, Kareem finally spoke.

“So, you met a beautiful, sexy woman on vacation that you fell for, got her pregnant and then called her a slut pretty much? Does that bout’ sum it up?”

“I mean I didn’t call her a slut…” Chadwick trailed off before looking at Kareem’s “nigga why you lyin” face.

“Yep, I pretty much called her slut, yep.” He admitted with shame.

“Wow, nigga. I thought Deron was a whole asshole but you, that was an asshole move.” Kareem chastised. It wasn’t anything Chadwick hadn’t thought, so he stayed silent and nodded.

“Yeah.”

“For months you’ve been saying how Simone didn’t feel right. Saying things weren’t the way you wanted, she didn’t make you feel the way you wanted. Now here you met a woman on vacation; said woman made you feel everything that was lacking and then some in one night and every day since and you let her slip by?”

“I didn’t mean to. Honestly, after the park, I expected to see more of her, get to know her better, build something. I was caught off guard. You know Simone tried that trapping shit. Remember.”

“Yeah I remember, but she’s not Simone. From what you’ve told me she’s a successful designer. Why trap you when her career was just starting to take off. That’d mean less opportunity for her to build her brand.”

“I know, I wasn’t thinking. All the blood was literally pounding in my head; all I kept hearing was the word pregnant over and over and then flashing through every time we had sex.”

“That too, in a club nigga? You a freak if I’ve ever seen one.” Kareem teased. They both laughed for a few moments because it was true.

Since meeting Sianna, he’d turned into the world’s horniest teenager, and he was a grown ass man. A grown ass man who had self-control, but with her that self-control was obsolete. He sighed out and finished his iced tea.

“So now she had an abortion, and you’re in your feelings because why? Is it because you really underneath your asshole stint wanted the baby or because she told you to lose her number and stay away from her and that means no more amazing sex?”

“This was never about the sex. I can get sex anywhere.” Chadwick quickly dismissed, to a pleased-looking Kareem. He asked on purpose because he already knew the answer.

“I’ve always wanted a family; you know that.”

“I do,” Kareem confirmed.

“She’s amazing; smart, funny, ambitious, talented, kind, quick-witted, sexy as hell and equally as beautiful.” Chadwick listed off staring out into the sunny afternoon.

“I don’t know if I can forgive myself for being the reason she terminated.”

“You’re going to have to because there is no changing that fact. The past is the past. The question is what are you going to do about the future?”

“What can I do? She told me to leave her alone.”

“You remember when we were in college and that girl Cassie said she had a man and there was no way she was ever going to leave him? You said wanna bet. She told you that if you were smart and knew what was good for you that you’d leave her alone cause her man was on the football team and crazy as fuck?”

Chadwick smiled. He remembered this story.

“Hell, even her man told you to stay away from her. So, color me fucking shocked when I walk in the dorm room and see her getting pounded out by you. Then her man shows up because everyone on campus loves to talk. So, there you are almost getting knocked out because you couldn’t listen.”

Chadwick laughed loudly as he fully recollected the situation from sophomore year.

“Oh man.”

“You didn’t listen then. Are you the same guy from then?”

“Hell naw, I’m not gonna go pounding out some other man’s lady on my bedroom floor.”

They laughed again.

“But your ass still don’t listen. You always end up doing what you wanna do. What do you wanna do?” Kareem finished.

Chadwick knew what he wanted to do.

“She never seems like she’s in. She always comes off like I’m entertainment for her.”

“Then maybe you should make your intentions clear, that would endear her to opening up to you. You’re a Hollywood actor man, actors have reputations, and they’re not good ones. You have all of Hollywood working against you. What’s she supposed to do; wear her heart on her sleeve?”

Chadwick hadn’t thought of it that way. He sighed again fully feeling his idiocy. He’d been not only a world-class asshole but also the biggest idiot. He never laid it out for her that he was interested and wanted to be with her. He never made it that far. Whenever he was around her, it was a matter of minutes before they were both naked and completely wrapped up in each other’s pleasure. Another mistake on his part probably, he should have practiced stronger restraints than he did. He would in the future.

“It’s not a Gmat exam man; what do you wanna do?” Kareem asked again finishing his glass of Pepsi.

“I want the chance to make things right. I want the chance to show her who I really am,” voiced.

“Still not saying nothin man. What do you want?” Kareem continued to badger.

“I want her. I want her man,” he finally verbally admitted. Kareem sat back, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“Then make it happen, man. You’re the most persistent man I know professionally speaking, translate all that to your personal life. If she’s anything like I’m imagining, then she’s worth it, and you owe it to yourself.”

Chadwick nodded his head allowing Kareem’s pep talk to fuel him. He knew he was right, he’d known it for weeks. If he was candid, he knew it the first night his lips touched hers.

“Nigga why you still sitting here with my ass? Go get her!” Kareem further pushed.

He laughed, and the two of them wrapped up lunch. Chadwick paid the bill, and the two of them said their byes at their cars. Once he sat in the driver’s seat, he was at a loss. He had no idea what to do to get what he wanted.

He drove around L.A for what seemed like hours just brainstorming ideas. Every idea he came up with he either found to be too extra or not enough, or too close to throwing his money around to impress her. He didn’t want her to think any worse about him. He didn’t want her to think that he thought she was only about the money or how someone could wine or dine her. He needed to connect with her apart from financial expressions and sex. He needed to show his heart.

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-Sianna-

“Thump-thump, Thump-thump, Thump-thump, Thump-thump”

The sound loudly filled the room, wrapping around you. You smiled and stared at the monitor watching as Dr. Dubois video graphically traveled the space of your womb. The rapid beating of the heartbeats unexpectedly filled you with worry.

“That sounds fast. Are they okay?” you asked.

“Yes, they’re good. It’s normal for it to be so fast. Once they’re born, it’ll level out.

Just then the image on the monitor in front of you visibly showed two small almost skeletal bodies. The second you saw it you audibly gasped and clasped your hand over your mouth.

“There are your babies Sienna,” Dr. Dubois informed. A heavy feeling filled your chest as tears stung the backs of your eyes.

“Oh my god.”

You paid close attention as Dr. Dubois slowly scanned over each of their tiny bodies and tapped along the adjoining keyboard of the machine. You couldn’t believe your eyes. There they were. Your babies. Yeah, you knew you were pregnant. You felt your expanding belly, the daily growing pains that radiated through your pelvis, and your hips. You saw the changes in your body, the increase in your breasts that pushed you up two bra sizes. You were now a proud card-carrying member of the D cup squad. You spotted all the evidence of your pregnant state, but this was the first time it fully hit you. You were pregnant; you were going to have two babies. Tears streamed down your cheeks before you could stop them. You swiped the backs of your hands across them swatting away the tears.

“Okay, these babies look and sound great. I’m officially placing you at two days shy of twenty weeks. The babies are about the size of mangos; they look to be measuring around fourteen to fifteen centimeters. Things look good,” Dr. Dubois finished. She finished her exam of the two babies and turned off the machine.

“Okay, so while those print. How have you been feeling?”

You sat up and sniffled.

“Uh, fine, I get a few dizzy spells here or there, um, I get a lot of pelvic and hip cramps it’s pretty annoying. I also feel a little off balance sometimes, more tired, other than that nothing major,” you explained.

“All right, the dizzy spells are because of the increase in your blood volume. Since conception the volume of your blood has increased and will continue to increase, you may even soon notice more leg cramps, circulation will slow down especially in a twin pregnancy. Hydration plays an important role here, do stay hydrated. As for the pelvis and hip cramps we will blame this on ligament pains. Your body is working hard to stretch to accommodate not one but two babies. Pregnancy is not a small job Sianna; you’re working hard. For ligament pains, maybe try yoga, rest, incorporate stretching through the day. It’ll help with the pain and delivery,” she recommended. You nodded.

“Equilibrium fluctuations, again blood volume and your center is a little off with the weight of the babies, amniotic fluid, and things of that sort. Tired, rest, take days this is not a quick race, it’s a marathon, a nine-month one. I know you’re busy and trying to achieve all your dreams and I know you may feel like this pregnancy is cramping that, and you now have a deadline before you’re really limited by not only delivery but life with two newborn twins, but there is no need to rush,” your godmother hammered into your brain. You nodded. She knew everything you were going through.

“I’ll try to listen.”

“Good. All right, so that wraps up this appointment. Again, if there is anything you can call or text me, I’ll always pick up for my favorite goddaughter. They’ll make your next appointment which I think you’re all set up until the end and by next appointment, we’ll be able to clearly figure out the sex of the babies. Okay?”

You nodded. Dr. Dubois came to your side and kissed your cheek.

“You’re doing great Sianna,” she reassured before leaving the room.

Once alone with your thoughts, you took several minutes to let everything sink in. You were not prepared for the reaction you had. The way you’d been feeling since the beginning of the pregnancy made it difficult to connect. You didn’t think you’d connected but you somehow you had. You slowly dressed and gathered your belongings. Once you made your way to the front desk, the receptionist handed you six freshly printed ultrasound pictures. You looked down at them, and again the heavy feeling returned and along with it the urge to cry. You swallowed the lump in your throat and shook off the overwhelming emotions.

“Thank you.”

As you went down in the elevator, you couldn’t stop looking at the pictures. They were small but not nearly as alien-like as the weeks before. They looked very much human. You marveled at the fact that they were made from a part of you. You’d created them.

Once you made it back to your office, it was close to lunch time, and while your entire office took lunch, you sat behind your desk and continued to stare at the ultrasound pictures. A small smile spread across your lips, and you released a sigh. A knock at your door drew your attention. You quickly put the photos in the top drawer of your desk.

“Yes?”

Carolina walked in carrying a vase of flowers. Your eyes widened from shock.

“What in the hell is this?” you asked without censor.

“They were delivered fifteen minutes ago and had been sitting out there,” she informed putting the heavy vase on your desk. You stood and stared down at the gorgeous pink and white carnation arrangement.

“They’re beautiful,” Carolina announced. You nodded in agreement and searched the flowers or a card; there was none.

“There’s no card.”

After a few moments of searching to no avail, you shrugged.

“Hm, strange,” you said before you remembered Chino and smiled.

“Thank you, Carolina. Are we all set for the meeting?

“Yes, everything is all set. I’ll see you in there?”

You nodded. She walked out the door. You picked up your phone and checked your messages. You were getting ready to send Chino a message but paused remembering he was probably busy at the hospital. Instead, you gathered everything you needed the meeting and walked out.

For the last three weeks since returning from Miami, you’d spent almost every evening with Chino. He took you to dinner when he wasn’t working into the night, lunch, sometimes breakfast when he wasn’t on the early shift at the hospital, and he called and texted you often. You enjoyed spending time with him and more time you spent with him you liked him more. He didn’t overstep your boundaries, wasn’t rude, didn’t come off as all about himself. He never tried to force you into something you weren’t ready for. Instead, he was on board with taking it snail slow, allowing you to take the lead of how often you saw each other, he always remained the perfect gentleman.

Besides holding your hand, the only other move he’d made was a cheek kiss. It was all refreshingly innocent. While this was on the opposite side of the spectrum when it came to things with you and Chadwick, you still enjoyed it. Your hormones raged during the night and often you found yourself still dreaming of Chadwick, but for the most part, you were able to keep yourself in check.

Throughout the rest of the day as you worked ever two hours you were interrupted with yet another flower delivery. After the carnations came an arrangement of pink Hyacinths, then an arrangement of pink and white tulips, then a bouquet of white lily of the valleys, then an interesting selection of purple orchids that stole the show. You were blown away with how beautiful each display was. You almost sent Chino a message but decided you’d thank him that night when you met for dinner.

When you were leaving for the day Carolina brought in yet another arrangement.

Good lord, I can’t carry anything else,” you blurted out.

“Don’t shoot the messenger. These are m favorite,” she said.

You stared at the embarrassing display of pink, peach and white roses and smiled. You shook your head.

“You’re one lucky girl, and that baby has a sweet daddy,” Carolina said. Her words dropped the smile from your face and filled you with a little bit of sadness.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Can you help me to the car?”

She nodded and gathered a few of the arrangements and walked with you out of the office. After she’d helped you pile all the flowers into the backseat of your car you made your way home. The smell of all the flowers in the car mingled together creating a new breed scent. The drive was an uneventful one filled with daydreams and smiles when the scent of the flowers filled your nostrils.

You made it home with an hour to spare before your date with Chino. You unloaded all the flowers from the car to your living room and sat down with a bottle of well-deserved sparkling water. You heard your phone chime with a message. You took it up and saw a message from Chino.

MSG Chino: I’m sorry, I can’t get away. Three GSW patients just rolled in, and I’m the only attending here until 2 am. I’m so sorry.

You sighed but didn’t feel any disappointment.

MSG Sianna: It’s fine, I understand, gunshot wounds before dates. It makes perfect sense.

You teased.

MSG Chino: Are you mad?

MSG Sianna: What kind of person would I be if I were? Date with me or 3 lives?

MSG Chino: A perfectly fine one. Matter of fact I think you're a great person.

MSG Sianna: Well, thank you. It's okay, I understand. Save lives. Talk to you later.

You put your phone down and decided to soak in the tub, hoping it helped with your ligament pains.

Somehow, you’d fallen asleep in the tub and woke up to the sound of the doorbell. You looked at the clock in your haze; 10:20. You wondered who it could be then thought it was Chino stopping by to apologize again. You sparingly dried off and wrapped yourself in your robe before going downstairs. Once at the door, you opened it and saw Chadwick standing there holding another bouquet of flowers. Your jaw nearly dropped.

“Chadwick?”

He stood there in an army green ensemble. All words escaped you for a little while before you realized what time it was and where you were.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked.

You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed before he spoke.

“I know it’s late, and I’m sorry for the time, but I wanted to personally bring these to you to join the others. I also wanted to apologize to you for not only my behavior a few weeks ago, but for the things, I said to you. I was way out of line, and they were beyond disrespectful. I have no excuse for my actions, and I won’t make any, I just need you to forgive me,” he said. You opened your mouth to speak, but before words came out, he spoke again.

“I know it will take more than a few bouquets of flowers to begin to make up for what I’ve put you through, but I can only hope you’ll let me make up for it,” he said.

You waited a few moments to ensure he was finished.

“Are you finished?”

“Yes.”

“How the hell did you find out where I lived?”

“Um, I may have pretended to be an associate of one of your high-profile clients and coerced your assistant into giving me your address,” he casually informed. You were stunned silent.

“Wow.”

“I’m sorry, I can see now how you’d see that as a breach of privacy, but I had no idea what else to do, or how else to make it up to you. I haven’t been able to sleep, work or think without thinking of you and how royally I screwed things up and I’ve been wracking my brain with ways to apologize and show you what you mean to me, and I couldn’t wait another day,” he rushed out.

You allowed his words to sink in. He looked tortured but sincere. So sincere it tugged on your heartstrings. You were tempted to forgive him, but then you remembered him practically calling you a slut and insinuating that you were trying to trap him with a pregnancy.

“How did you screw things up? Was it by calling me a slut and accusing me of trapping you? Or was it by everything else you said?” you asked.

“I was a major asshole Sianna, that’s clear. I’m sorry. Part of being a man is recognizing when you’ve made a mistake, acknowledging it and having the fortitude to apologize. I am here doing all three,” he said. You sighed out and looked down. He was right.

“So, you were the one who sent the flowers today?”

“Yes, and these complete the set,” he said holding out the bouquet of peonies, your favorite.

You smiled and took the bouquet he offered.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful…my favorites.”

He smiled that smile that made your stomach do backflips, your heart skip a beat, and your panties soak. You licked your bottom lip and sunk your teeth into them. His eyes dropped to your lips, and he took a step to you.

“Does that mean you accept my apology?” Chadwick asked, his voice low. It sent chills up your spine.

You thought for a moment. Flowers and a rinky-dink apology was not enough for the things he said about you or how he’d made you feel. This man had actually made you cry when no one else had in years. The level of how much he hurt you could not be fixed this easily, but something in you wanted nothing more than to give in to him, say yes and invite him in for the night. When you didn’t say anything, he took another step to you then placed his hand on your waist. His eyes dropped down to your stomach before confusion warped his expression. He looked back to you, and you saw the question in his eyes.

“Shit,” you thought. Chadwick took a step back and gaped at your stomach.

“What the--, wait--,” he trailed off. You took a step back and released a breath.

“What’s going on Sianna?” you closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead feeling your stress level rise.

“Okay wait.”

“You’re still pregnant,” he said. It was a mix of a question and a statement. He scrunched up his nose and finally met your eyes waiting for an explanation — no words formed in your head.

“You told me that you were getting an abortion, you told me that you were getting an abortion the next day. You yelled it before running off, but…you’re still pregnant.” He rose his voice a little louder.

“You lied?”

“Chadwick--,” you began before he cut you off.

“Why did you lie?”

“I—I,” you trailed off.

“You what? Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through these last weeks thinking that I was the reason you aborted the baby, I was at fault for my own child being--, how could do that?” he asked dropping his voice down.

Now you felt like the asshole.

“Chadwick—,” You began before Chino’s figure approached holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Sianna?” Chino said. Chadwick looked to the left at the man now in front of your door. He looked him up and down before he looked back to you with a tight clench to his jaw.

“Shit,” you thought.

“Is everything all right here?” Chino asked, authority in his voice.

“Hi. Yeah, everything is fine,” you dismissed. He nodded and held out the bouquet of red roses to you.

“As an apology for missing tonight, wanted to make it up to you.”

You tried to smile, but it was a forced one because this situation was so awkward. As you took the bouquet, you chanced a look at Chadwick who looked like pure unadulterated venom. If looks could kill Chino would be dead followed by you.

“This is why you lied. Him. Wow. Here I thought that there was something between us, something from Jamaica that traveled to Barbados, something that wouldn’t let either of us go. Then, these last few weeks I was depressing over the fact that I’d screwed up so bad that I lost you without giving this a real chance to be something and here you are. Lying about the baby and carrying on with him,” Chadwick said. His voice wasn’t filled with the venom from his face; it was just filled with sadness and disbelief.

He nodded and looked down.

“Okay. Have a good night.

With that, he turned and walked away into the night. You sighed out, looked to Chino who had a deep scowl on his face.

“I take it that’s the father.”

You looked down and nodded.

“I see he’s not so much out the picture as he is in it,” he said.

Again, you were at a loss for words.

“I thought he was.”

Chino took a breath and rushed it out.

“Okay, and all the things he said—where do you stand on that?” he asked. You again looked down. You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how you felt. Chino took your silence as an answer and nodded his head.

“Okay, I’m gonna go then, I should get back to the hospital and check on my patients. Night,” he muttered as he walked away from you.

You stood there in your door frame, dressed in your robe holding the two bouquets. You looked down at the entirely different arrangements. One was subtle, soft, yet strong and spoke of tenderness, the other was bold, commanding, but gentle and spoke of assertiveness. The flower choices did wonders describing the two men.

“Shit! What do we do now?” you asked into the empty darkness.

To Be Continued….

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Who Is This??/ Part 7 (part one)/ Noah Centineo

A/N: Guess who’s back, back again. Guess who’s back, tell a friend. Hey guys! So, as you can see Part 7 is going to have multiple parts, 2 in fact. There’s a lot that will be going on in both parts! It will not be another week before I post part 2, I plan to have it up either tomorrow or Sunday!

Warnings: Language (as always), sexual content.

LEHH GO!!

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Where we left off in part 6:

" Please don't do this." You heart cracks, his voice was completely broken, almost making you change your mind.

Tears were streaming down your face rapidly. Realizing you weren't going to change your mind he places a soft kiss to your wet cheek. Your eyes flutter shut as harder sobs jolt your body. He lets go of you and walks to your door.

With a deep sigh he opens the door, just as he goes to walk out he turns to you,

" I can't leave without you knowing that I've fallen too." WIth that he closes your door, leaving you to collapse back on the couch and wallow in your tears.

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It had been over a month an half since you had seen Noah. You don’t know what you are expecting, him to run back in and beg for you? He shouldn’t have too. You knew you had made a mistake the second he left but couldn’t swallow your pride enough to go after him.

You had spent most of your time sulking in your apartment. Jace was busy with Travis as their relationship had gone into full swing. You haven’t heard from Tye either. You had filed and been granted a permanent restraining order. He wasn’t allowed within 1500 feet of you and thus far he hadn’t attempted to break that.

It was nearing the middle of July, the summer heat was sweltering so you didn’t mind staying in the air conditioning, at least that’s what you’d tell yourself. You had been studying and rehearsing for your summer music program and your final performance was at the local music festival tonight. The program you were taking was creative and personal composing.

For your final grade you had to perform an original piece. You were petrified. You had rehearsed yesterday and almost threw up before and after. The main stage was massive and the more you pictured a crowd in front of you the more nervous you got. It would be the first time anyone has ever heard your songs outside of your classroom and Jace of course.

*TING* *TING*

You glance down at your phone rolling your eyes.

Jace: OMG I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOUR ASS PERFORM! YOU GON’ ROCK THIS SHIT!

Jace: Remember us small people when you get famous!

You shake your head.

You : Uhhh, it’s just a music festival. I wouldn’t even be doing it if it wasn’t for a grade.

Jace: that’s the problem. You should be playing all the time, I have never heard someone play piano as beautiful and passionate as you do. .

Jace: also.... I know I said it would be just be us tonight... but do you care if Travis comes.

You sigh, third wheeling with those two was becoming your normal routine and you didn’t know how you felt about it. Jace had always just been yours. Sure, he had other boyfriends but none this serious. He spent all of his time with Travis.

You had to stop yourself for a second. You bet he felt the same way when you had boyfriends. He never complained. You suddenly felt really awful for even thinking of being jealous.

You: Of course! I love Travis! Plus you’ll need someone’s hand to hold while I perform 😂

You knew it would make Jace happy and more comfortable to have someone to be with.

Jace: need us to pick you up?

You: No, I’m good. I have to be there around 5:30 for mic check. Let me know when you get there though and we’ll check out the other bands and performers if you want!

Jace: of course! Love you 😘

You: And I you ♥ .

It was 3:00 p.m. now, you needed to hurry and get ready, traffic was terrible this time of day and with the festival being outside of town you needed to get a move on.

You quickly get ready and rush out of the door grabbing your keys and sheet music on your way out.

You finally arrive to the location where the festival was being held just outside of L.A. Immediately your eyes meet a large flower Arch that had not been up yesterday when you came to rehearse. Strung across it was a banner that read: Welcome to the annual Innovation of Music Festival.

The festival was a mixture of composer, artists, bands etc, from various music colleges around the area. Music from classical to heavy metal would be playing throughout the weekend. Thankfully, when you signed up at the beginning of summer you were able to pick what day you performed on, you had picked opening day to go ahead and just get it over with.

People were already starting to show up and the various amounts of vendors began opening up their stands. Your palms become sweaty, your breathing picks up and you can feel your pulse began to race. You weren’t sure if you were ready for this or not.

You take a few deep breaths, reminding yourself that you had to try out for the program to even get in, therefore if you weren’t good enough you wouldn’t even be here.

You make your way to backstage,finding the red head you were introduced to yesterday. “Kat!” You say waving her over. “ Hey, (Y/N)! Okay so all we need to do is confirm you made it, check that, you look great by the way!”

A slight blush makes its way to your cheeks. You hadn’t gone with anything fancy, just a pair of dark denim shorts, a lace white top and some lace up sandals. Typical festival wear, and let’s be honest, it was hotter than hell outside and there was no way you were going to wear anything but shorts.

“ Thanks Kat” you say bashfully. She gives you a wide grin, “ Okay, so you aren’t performing until around 7:30, you need to be back here around 7 so we can go over set up okay? Got your sheet music?” You hand her the slightly crumpled sheets with a sheepish smile, guess you had been gripping them a little too hard. She give you a laugh and takes it placing it in her folder she had been carrying.

*TING*

Jace: HEY BISH! WE ARE HERE!!

WIth a grin you take off to go find Jace and Travis.

Leaving the backstage area, your eyes widen. The amount of people had almost doubled just in the short amount of time you were backstage. Your eyes frantically search for Jace when you hear a loud cackle. Your head whips to the left, you knew that laugh anywhere.

You slide past a few people and finally spot a blonde head of familiar hair. You stopped just short of Jace and Travis, he was laughing at something Travis was telling him. His smile reaching his eyes. A smile crosses your face, you hadn’t seen him this happy in a while.

You make your way over. “Hey guys!” “ (Y/N)!!” Jace slings his arms around you, enveloping you in a hug. His tall frame hovering over yours. You hear Travis’s muffled greetings as Jace clings to you.

“Jace! I can’t breathe!” you yell laughing. He loosens his grip but keeps an arm around you, pulling back to look at you.

“ Shew, you look gorgeous! Ready to do this thing?”

You give him a nervous glance, “ Not really. I’ve been sick to my stomach all week just thinking about it. What if I vomit all over stage?” you exclaim, horror written all over your face.

“Babe, you’ll be fine. No different than in class.” You look at him ridiculously.

“Jace, there are maybe 25 people in my class.... There are going to be hundreds here tonight.”

“Eh, small difference. If you sucked they wouldn’t have even let you play so..” He says, mimicking your thoughts from earlier. You give him a small smile.

“Sooooo... have you heard anything from him?” You knew who he was asking about. “No, and I don’t think I’m going to.”

“ You know, you could always just call him..”

“ Yeah, no.” you say cutting off the conversation. You knew you could call and apologize but what would that make him think of you? You broke things off with him before you even really were a thing. Besides he had probably moved on by now.

You knew he had been doing various promo interviews and posting to instagram, because you may or may not have practically stalked all of his social media for a greater part of the summer but, that was besides the point. He had posted a number of photos with his co-star Lana, many of which had very intriguing captions. My girl. that one had stung a bit. A small part of you hoped he hadn’t moved on, that he would sit and wait for you this whole time, but that wouldn’t have been fair to Noah. He deserved to be happy, whether it was with you or someone else.

You, Jace, and Travis strolled around the festival checking out the vendors, they had everything from clothing to vinyl records to taco trucks. You mentally marked the location of the taco truck, you’ll definitely be back by to visit that before the night was over. It was nearing 7 o’clock and you told Jace you were going to go ahead and go backstage to get ready.

He grabs your shoulder spinning you around to make you face him, “ Deep breaths, positive thoughts, you have this. You have spent all summer practicing and rehearsing over and over. It’s a second nature at this point, just gotta let it out to fly.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead and spins you back around. “ Now go fly my little butterfly,” he says dramatically shoving you towards the backstage.

You quickly find Kat and she takes you to the left side of the stage, handing you your sheet music. “ Okay, (Y/N), just like yesterday, once the act before you finishes, the lights will go dark, piano will be wheeled out by Josh, your microphone will be on top, you will follow behind Josh, go ahead and adjust your microphone, the lights will come up, and you can begin. Got it?”

Your head swims with her fast information, attempting to make a mental checklist. Follow Josh, get set up, perform. You realize she’s still staring at you and you nod your head in understanding. She opens her folder from earlier and pulls out your music handing it to you. “ Should be all set yeah? You’re on in about 15 minutes.” Hearing that makes your stomach start to churn. 15 minutes until hundreds of people would be watching you perform. 15 minutes and you hoped and silently prayed that you wouldn’t throw up.

You watch with wide eyes as the band before you plays the last notes of their song and takes their bow. Your heart begins pounding in your chest.

The lights go dark, out of the corner of your eye you see Josh start to move the piano. Your legs somehow find the will to move and your quickly following behind him. He places it in the middle of the stage, another stage hand bringing the bench for you to sit on. WIth wobbly knees you take the few steps to the piano and place your music on it. Slowly sitting down you adjust the mic just like Kat had said. Your heart was in your throat, you were sure of it. You hands were shaking furiously and with a deep breath you connect eyes with Josh, nodding your head that you were ready. It was now or never, a little too late to tuck tail and run now. He speaks in to his radio and slowly the lights shine on you.

Closing your eyes, your fingers find the keys, your foot on the pedal, you take a deep breath, your mouth opens as the first notes begin to play. You inhale and on your exhale you begin to sing. You had played piano in front of your class, that wasn’t what you had been terrified of, it was singing. No one, not even Jace had heard you sing, they had all heard the musical portion of your songs, this would be your first lyrical performance ever.

“What are we even fighting for... we try and try to settle the score... You and I are a driving force, but can we make it through this storm? Hold me close and don’t let go, even if we lose this war.”

As you progressed into the first chorus the world around you disappeared, as it did everytime you played. Except this time it wasn’t just music that filled your mind. It was Noah. The way he looked at you the night you ended things. It was the way he had told you he had fallen for you just like you had him. It was the way you wanted nothing more then to tell him you didn’t mean it but something in you refused. You knew he wasn’t like Tye, that he would never hurt you the way he did but you couldn’t get rid of the doubt, of the insecurities that had been carried around for so long. As the last note of your song plays. streams of tears run down your face. Deafening silence follows your last note, then a roar of applause ripples it’s way through the crowd. You take a glance out in the audience, the lights making it hard to see, you regain your focus searching for Jace. Your eyes meet a familiar pair, shock written on your face.

What the fuck was he doing here??!?

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Soooo.... ready for part 2?? Let me know who you think it is, what you want to see. Like I said part 2 will be up sometime between now and Sunday, so be on the lookout! As always, let me know what you think!

Also, I’ve got a shit ton of requests, I will be trying to get them up this weekend as well.

#Who Is this??#noah centineo #noah centineo imagine #noah x reader #noah centineo x reader #noah x reader imagine #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #peter x reader #peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky imagine #lana #sbial #jamey #Part7 #reader #imagine

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lateniteslacker · 8 years ago

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Requiem of Trust

I’m posting it! Castlevania is dear to my heart, and so too is this story.

I wrote this story seven years ago on a whim, long before I posted anything on AO3. If you’re looking for a masterful work of art, turn around now. What you’ll read in this story is nothing of the sort.

What you will find in this story is my deep love of the Castlevania games and its characters. It’s meant to be comical, fun, and hopefully endearing. Yes, there is a plot, but it’s nothing you’ll need tissues for this time around.

As I mentioned, this story is old. If you’ve read any of my other work, you’ll see how far I’ve come as a writer. While I will be editing this to fix grammatical errors and a few outdated references, I don’t intend to change much of the story structure itself. Since editing can take some time, there may be a few days in between each chapter posted.

With that said, please enjoy this trip with me into the past. I hope you’ll love Requiem of Trust and its sequel Modern Problems!

The story is on AO3 here!

Chapter 1: Mind Your Manners

Modern Day.

He was the height of hip. The lead rockstar. The epitome of modern fashion.

Nothing was getting in Leon Belmont's way.

Nothing of course, except the barista at the local Starbucks.

"For the last time, I just want it plain!" Leon demanded.

"Do you mean plain coffee? Tea? Water?" The girl in the purposeless green visor asked.

"Just pick something from your silly chalk-board and make it!" Leon sighed in exasperation.

"Got it," the girl agreed, with far too much pep. She punched a few things into the register and then quickly read off, "Skinny, mocha, light, decaf, double-blended, extra hot?"

Leon was at the point of pulling his hair out. "Just… anything!"

"Ok ok!" She rolled her eyes at him and muttered something that sounded like, "You need to chill."

Leon ignored her comment, because clearly she was the one who needed to chill. He handed her cash, allowing her to keep the change, glad that the horrible exchange was finally over. Just as he almost had his beverage in hand, six horrible words echoed through the room.

"Do you want whip-cream with that?"

"AAAARRGH!" Leon grabbed the drink and marched out of the store.

Finally alone in the nighttime air, he paused to sigh in relief. He would never understand what his descendants saw in this place.

Suddenly, he was reminded of why he was even standing in front of this hellish cafe. He was here to meet someone inside.

Leon turned around, but shook his head, determined not to re-enter the store unless absolutely necessary. So, he settled for sitting on the wooden bench just outside.

He didn't have to wait long before a weight settled silently into the bench next to him. "Leon Belmont. It's been ages."

Technically, it had only been a week. But Leon allowed his somewhat delusional friend the mistake. "Joachim Armster, it's good to see you well, old friend."

"I'm not that old," Joachim scoffed. "I'll never understand your dislike of coffee cafes. What did you get this time?"

“I really couldn’t tell you,” Leon replied, ignoring the scoff and handing the whatever-drink to his friend. As he turned to face him, he noticed the change in Joachim’s appearance.

Joachim had taken to adding colors to his hair this decade, often choosing the most bizarre hues. Today it was purple.

He had also grown fond of the "hipster" fashion movement, wearing tight-fitting jeans that betrayed every slight movement and a light pink button down with the top half buttons unbuttoned in a characteristic way that said, "yeah, what do I care? Fuck you. Fuck me."

Joachim had even tried the man-bun once a few days ago. It hadn’t ended well.

All in all, he blended in decently well, for a vampire. Joachim had long ago started clipping, filing, and painting his claw-like fingernails and adopting the clothing of the era. The only things that betrayed him now were his skin and his eyes, which were both a tad too pale and unnaturally ethereal.

While Leon admired the clothing he would never choose to wear, Joachim took a sip of the mystery drink, and made a disgusted face.

"You don't like it?" Leon asked. "I just told the girl to make anything."

"On the contrary, it's delicious." Joachim admitted, taking another sip. "It's you, Leon. Did you go thrifting again?"

"I… maybe…?" Leon said noncommittally.

"Leon, what have I told you about thrifting?! You can never hope to blend in with the times that way!" Joachim explained for the 100billionth time, exasperated.

"It’s just," Leon trailed off, thinking of something to say. Eventually he insisted weakly, “you can’t beat the prices?”

Joachim turned to face Leon squarely. He extended a delicate index finger and pointed out the atrocities in Leon’s wardrobe with a true fashionista’s merciless cruelty. "Leg warmers went out in the 80's, tye-dye bellbottoms in the 60's, striped felt shirts in the 70's, and… oh… the speckled fedora is so last year."

As he made the last comment, the vampire flicked Leon's prized fedora off his head, revealing his ratted blond hair. He could have sworn that Joachim almost cried. "Oh no! No no no! How could you do that to your hair?!!"

"It's fashionable?" Leon ventured.

"Hideous is more like it. Oh Leon Belmont, you had the hair of the GODS, and now you've given it up to punk fashion, the one fashion trend you absolutely should never follow!" Joachim cursed in an ancient language that Leon didn't exactly know and whined at his perfectly manicured fingernails. "If only I still had my old nails! I would tear your hair back into shape right now!"

Leon ducked as the vampire swiped at his hair anyway, placing the fedora back on his head. "All right! Fine! I'll brush it out tomorrow."

Joachim eyed him critically. "You had better. I wish I had seen you before tonight, we could have remedied this fashion disaster before…"

"My apologies, I appear to be late." The familiar ever-late voice sat on Leon's other side, his arrival taking both men by surprise.

"Not to worry," Leon assured him, "I'm glad you could make it, Alucard."

Alucard nodded to them both, politely reasserting, "I would prefer it if you referred to me as 'Arikado' when we are out in public."

Joachim blinked at him. "Why? It's not like we're in Japan. They're the only ones who really speak that way."

"True, people will probably just think you're trying too hard to be Gothic. Or a weeaboo," Leon noted.

“A gothic weeaboo?” Joachim suggested.

“A gothic weeaboo,” Leon agreed, admiring the classy black suit Alucard chose to wear in public. Like Joachim, Alucard had decided to color his hair with the times, though typically he stayed to normal colors. Today it was black, completing his modern goth wardrobe.

As a dhampire, Alucard had the good fortune of having many vampiric benefits from his father and immunity to the sun, a gift from his human mother. Despite said immunity, Alucard's skin was still frightfully pale.

It was a pity. Alucard would fit in remarkably well were it not for his skin and mesmerizingly piercing eyes.

Remembering who he had actually come here to meet, Leon questioned, "Did you bring the young one with you?"

Alucard nodded.

Leon looked around expectantly, but didn't see another soul in sight. "Where is he?"

"He's ordering something inside," Alucard finally said.

Knowing that Alucard was never much for words, Leon instead turned to Joachim, who appeared to be closely observing the tips of his hair. "I knew I shouldn't trust that discount brand. It's already washing out."

"But you're not even wet," Leon pointed out.

"I know!" Joachim snapped back.

Deciding that he really needed to evaluate the sanity of who he associated with better, Leon calmly sat and waited for the final member of their party to show.

Eventually, he emerged from the store, sipping his drink through a green straw. The youth wore faded flare jeans, only two unnecessary belts, a long-sleeved black turtleneck, and a white fur-collared trench coat, which he had draped casually over his shoulders.

Leon felt like reminding the boy that it was the middle of summer, but he didn't suppose that would matter to him. Instead, he offered his hand. "Soma Cruz, I presume? I've heard much about you. It's good to finally meet your acquaintance."

Like Joachim and Alucard, Soma appeared to be afflicted with terribly pale skin. His chin-length silver hair framed his face as he leaned down to take Leon's hand, and his cold grey eyes somehow seemed to hold more life to them than they should.

"No need to be so formal Mr…?" Soma said as he reached behind him without looking and grabbed a chair. Easily, he swung it around the opposite way and straddled the seat, leaning forward on the backing of the metal chair. During the entire chair flip, Soma continued to face them, his eyes never leaving Leon’s, and his lips never leaving his drink.

With talent like this, it was no wonder Soma had recently defeated Dracula.

"Leon Belmont, forget the Mr." Leon smiled at him, expecting the usual reaction when people in "the know" heard his full name.

Soma continued to sit in his chair sipping coffee. "Belmont? That's cool. I met Julius Belmont a while ago. Said he'd kill me if I became Dracula. You know him?"

"Both, I'm afraid, though it's been long since I've seen either." Leon admitted. He had meant to stop by for Julius's 30th birthday. He really had.

Soma grinned, "If I didn't win, you might be looking at Dracula right now."

At this, Alucard reached over and slapped Soma's hand without hesitation. "Don't speak of those things in public. It's terribly uncouth."

Soma rolled his eyes. "Yes, grandma, I'll make sure not to tell Leon-Fucking-Belmont that his great-great-great-great-great-great grandson beat my ass with his whip in MY fucking castle when I was ( temporarily) Dracula."

Leon sat aghast at the knowledge and language. Youth these days certainly were different.

Meanwhile, Joachim was grinning maniacally. "I like this one. Can I keep him?"

"No, Joachim, that's the caffeine and bloodlust talking," Leon sighed. "Just finish your coffee."

Joachim pouted, not denying either point, but muttered. "It's tea."

"So Leon, it's cool meeting you and all, but tell me, why'd you drag me out here?" Soma asked.

Not wasting time, Leon leaned in closer, glancing around them quickly to ensure that they wouldn't be overheard by anyone nearby. "Soma, for centuries now, I have helped my descendants defeat Dracula."

"That's cool, but ehh… wouldn't you be helping the other team by helping me?" Soma asked.

"I would be, if you didn't win," Leon said with a grim smile. He wondered how Soma would take his next sentence. "If you didn't win, I would be helping Julius defeat you right now."

Soma grinned at Alucard. "I like this guy, Allie. You don't fuck around with Leon-Fucking-Belmont!"

While Alucard grimaced in disapproval and Joachim dutifully drank his tea, Leon modestly replied, "thanks."

"So Leon, the day needs saving again, right? What've I gotta do this time?" Almost-but-not-quite-Dracula asked, biting his straw before taking another sip.

"I'm glad you asked." Really, Leon was. Clearly, Soma was enthusiastic and ready to help. Now that he knew Soma, he wasn't sure the rebellious teen would have cooperated otherwise. He leaned in closer, motioning for the other three to do the same. "Here's what we've got to do…"

LateNiteSlacker’s Notes:

Thank you for reading this far, and welcome to the first End-of-the-Chapter Trivia! Feel free to challenge yourself to these questions. Comment with your answer if you like. Don’t cheat and look online! That spoils the fun. The real answer will be posted in the next chapter!

Chapter Trivia #1!

Should it be possible for these four to travel together? Why or why not?

#castlevania #alucard #soma cruz #leon belmont #joachim armster #fanfiction #really old fanfiction

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greenflamedwriter · 4 years ago

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Angel part 2

He heard Shiro laughing and turned to see him facing Keith, Lance almost rolled his eyes until he saw Shiro and Keith kiss, his face must've done something because Shiro's eyes flickered to him and scowled "What is it this time?” Lance’s eyes flickered at Keith then back up “Um easy on the Pda like come on.”

Keith instantly looked irritated his chest puffing up “The heck did you say?” Lance rolled his eyes “The fact that you guys are always sucking each other face off. It’s gross.”

He saw Keith huff and stomp away with Shiro running after him. Lance sighed then glanced back to the Garrison Duo. They had a barbeque going on and Lance found himself going over and smiled as he took his own plate and stole some (What looked like meat) from Hunk's plate.

Hunk scowled "Can you not?" Lance beamed "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Pidge glanced up then gestured with her hand while munching on her food, "Hey Lance, what was that about?" She gestured with her spork both Keith and Shiro far away arguing with one another, Lance turned confused but once he saw what she was pointing at he sighed.

"Just feeling like old times, y'know. Having Shiro kissing other guys in front of me to make me uncomfortable because he's a jerk like that."

Hunk's head shot up, "Is Shiro secretly a bad boyfriend or something- or are you just jealous?"

It did sound believable but kinda funny, Lance shook his head "No- no, I...was confused and didn't understand some things so I understandably got upset like going out with a guy? Okay whatever," Now Lance scowled "But two at the same time especially when I-"

"What Shiro cheated on you!?" Hunk almost spat out his food and Lance flinched looking spooked and wondered if Shiro heard. He turned around and saw both him and Keith...kissing. Lance rolled his eyes then scowled at Hunk.

"No- no, not me. I mean they were both okay with it but I wasn't-Anyway we had a few arguments so that's we're me and Shiro are a bit-" He grimaced and waved his hand and saw both Pidge and Hunks faces looking shocked he mistook it for him.

"It won't affect Voltron I promise- I hate the guy but I don't detest the dude."

"Wait...so did you and Shiro date?" Hunk asked unsure and Lance blinked surprised, even as Pidge eyes narrowed "Is your attitude just a bad break-up?" Lance smile faded.

"No, it's nothing like that," he grew somber as he gazed into the fire.

"You have to be in a relationship to have break-up." Both Pidge and Hunk could only stare. Lance looked...older and weird all of a sudden. As if he was glowing and it wasn't the fire.

Suddenly they heard footsteps and Lance turned brilliantly and waved "Hey Keith- try some of this stuff that Hunk cooked, it taste's like chicken!"

Lance cursed a steady mantra in his head, getting his ass shot at was not the way he wanted this to go. So far Voltron was steadily toppling empires and liberating more planets what Allura told him, is that the universe was so huge most of it was still explored but the maps they had for what they did discover is split into four.

Alpha, Beta, Delta and Omega. The Omega quadrant wasn’t explored yet and Allura’s plan was to free, ¾ of the quadrants of the Galra’s rule. So far Arus, Bulmera and even the Olakri solar systems in the Alpha section were taken care of and that gave an edge to the Voltron coalition (They have a coalition now!)

So far their missions were going well and nothing could beat Voltron even the Robo-beasts haggar sent them. Honestly they were so easy.

When Voltron destroyed a robo-Mecha Lance whopped with Joy.

“Are you a bottom? Because you just got fucked by Voltron’s big ass sword!” Lance crowed and the others groaned.

“Lance-”

“For god's sake-”

“Never say anything like that again.” Lance snickered, it just slipped out? But he had no idea why they all had to pull that face like he spat on their mother or something. Lance shrugged and decided to ignore them.

After when they greeted the party on surface side, the people thanking them they showed off their shops and stalls for Voltron to pick out a suitable gift as a thank you.

And Lance couldn’t help himself, he tapped Keith’s shoulder and raised a something that looked like a funky looking tye-dyed t-shirt.

“Hey look how gay this thing looks?” He beamed, he only said that because he would totally wear it.

Again Keith scowled and looked away, Lance blinked confused then shrugged. Maybe he didn’t like the shirt? And then when they saw other aliens together Lance just stopped walking when he saw other species kiss one another.

“Hunk- Hunk look at that!” He pointed at the couple surprised even Hunk raised an eyebrow then frowned when Lance gasped “I can’t believe that’s even allowed .” Keith heard and almost broke the food pouch in his hand.

He noticed it’s been happening awhile each time he made any types of jokes the team would...grimace. It was really starting to bug him out but like all other things he ignored it since he had no idea what the problem really was.

Until he had a mission with Keith.

“Oh cool, so me and pretty boy on a mission alone, huh?” Lance glanced a Shiro and wiggled his eyes and lowered his voice so only Shiro could hear. “Are you sure I won’t corrupt him?” Shiro’s eyes narrowed and even Keith scowled.

“Do I have to go on a mission with him?” He scowled and Lance pouted “Do you not like me? I like everyone here!” Except Shiro and Lance suddenly teased “Or maybe I should start rubbing off on you?” He beamed and Keith’s hand met Lance’s face and pushed him back.

“-Ow!”

“Keith,” Allura started as Lance began cursing up a storm “You’re mission is to distract this base while Shiro and I are to download intel from this base in the west. If we’re lucky we can possibly find other known rebellions.”

“Or my father.” Pidge piped up and Allura nodded “Any intel that can give us an edge will help us out. I need both you and Lance to cause as much trouble as possible.”

Before Keith could even nod he felt Lance’s arm wrap around his shoulder.

“Trouble is my middle name, and Keith was kicked out of the garrison for punching a student so we’re pro’s at this.”

Allura didn’t look reassured.

Lance leaned against the wall and gave a huff of laughter, the whole corridor was erupting with explosions and Lance was having a great time. Each shot hitting its target pow pow pow Even Keith was being extra swishy with his sword. Lance raised an eyebrow.

“Are you showing off for the Galra dude?” Lance aimed his gun and shot again “I don’t think you’re their type.” He heard Keith growl and slice an android in two. Lance chuckled to himself and saw some Galra guardian a panel, he paused then aimed taking a slow breath and shooting the panel. There was a beat before it exploded.

Lance flinched “Shit-”

He ran towards Keith and grabbed him shoving both of them around a corner for cover as the blast shot past them in a fiery inferno. Lance painted bracketing Keith in and glanced to see all the burning robots around them he snickered.

“Wow. Non-Binary robots have just been fucked nine ways till sunday.” Keith scowled and shoved Lance hard and the boy stumbled confused.

“Dude-what the fuck?”

Keith scowled pointing his bayard at Lance.

“You know what- Shiro said he had no problem with it. But I do- you better cut the crap out or I’m going to punch you.” Lance eyes bulged “What? What the hell did I do?”

“You’re Homophobic,” Keith said simply and Lance’s brain switched off. Even Keith could recall Shiro stating it outloud when Lance was at a stall hassling an old lady.

“I don’t know if he was always cagey about that type of stuff and even commented on it. I guess some things never change.”

Keith continued “Get over it. We’re in space- some aliens don’t even have a gender so sexualities mean shit to them. But stop acting like some christian angel that thinks we’re sinning or some shit like that-”

“Whoa- whoa stop right there.” Lance pointed at Keith his face flushed red “Okay- what when have I ever acted homophobic?” then his eyes narrowed “Did Shiro say something?”

Keith’s eyes suspiciously trailed to his left and Lance almost fist punched the wall behind him.

“That utter asshole! You see Keith- he’s nothing but a lying backstabbing-” Lance made the gesture of strangling something but then the sounds of guns and explosions grew louder.

“Shit- we gotta move before it gets worse!”

Before Lance could run back into the chaos he turned around and pointed at Keith “We’re not done with this discussion!” He growled before running out. Keith frowned after him then followed.

Once they returned to the ship Keith was waiting for Lance to yell in his face and lie about being a jerk but instead he rounded the corner then walked back pointing at Keith.

“Team meeting- get everyone else in here!” Then vanished, Keith sighed then gathered the others Hunk and Pidge were experimenting with something and almost hurt themselves.

“What?”

Keith shrugged “It’s Lance, he said he wanted a team meeting or something.”

“Why?”

“To explain why he isn’t homophobic?”

“THis is going to be awkward-”

“Let’s just humour him and then rip him a new one if he sounds stupid.” Pidge nodded “That sounds fun-”

“Guys I don’t think we should-”

“I’m with Pidge.” Both walked side by side and Hunk could only groan as he knew this would end in disaster. It wasn’t until they sat down that Hunk rememberd “Wait didn’t Lance say he liked Shiro?”

Before they could respond the doors slid wide with a swoosh and Lance entered with a purpose in his step and a mind meld device gripped in his hand.

He paused then glanced around the room “Where’s Shiro and Allura?”

Keith scowled tense “They’re on a mission.” Lance blinked then sighed “Well I wish I could tell Shiro off for talking shit-”

Keith scowled “Lance don’t even start-”

“Oh no, I wanted to clear something up with all of you. Some of you think a certain way of me, so I’m going to prove myself although I shouldn’t have too.”

He places on the mind meld, it cackled before revealing a picture- a memory.

Suddenly a st bernard appeared the others frowned “What does a dog have to do with-” suddenly the visual moved from a dog to a man.

“Lance,” The man spoke softly “I’m starting to think you love the dog more than me.” Lance’s hands were kneading the dogs fur, “Well, duh why else would I be here?”

The others glanced at one another as more images appeared. Some of Lance being hugged from behind, candle light, a kiss against the moon light a small apartment with golden light.

Pidge frowned, somethings about the apartent looked...off it was real but it was old. Ryou was either a hipster but he had VHS and record players, Pidge learned that only her grandparents had that. Though they could be wrong. Suddenly a visual of a hospital appeared an iv- an arm small and weak on the bed sheets with the iv attacked- it flickered before the others could question it and soon they saw Ryou naked. Pidge screamed covering her eyes.

And Lance smirked as it showed the many scenarios he and Ryou had together, Lance dressed in skimpy outfits, Ryou with belts tied around his chest. And many more.

The hospital was forgotten by the juxtaposition.

“Enough- Enough!” Pidge yelled covering her eyes even Hunk was looking up “Okay can we stop now?”

Keith was staring somethings in there he hadn’t even heard off before. He covered his mouth his face flushing wide.

Lance unintentionally bringing his friends into voyeurism he removed the meld and his eyes opened into a glare.

“Ryou was one of many partners- many different genders might I add. Homophobic? If I was then I’d be the biggest fucking hyprocrite on this space ship.” Lance flung the device at Keith the others still looking shell shocked.

“Tell Shiro to stop spreading lies about me.” Lance stormed away with a huff the doors sliding shut behind him.

Hunk twiddled his fingers then chanced to look up to see Keith biting his lip and Pidge still eyeing the device and looking grossed out.

“Was it just me or did Ryou kinda resemble Shiro a bit?” Keith’s lips curled “He looked nothing like Shiro.”

Keith lied, he saw the similarities and it was becoming so painfully obvious that his own chest hurt. Both Lance and Shiro were pining and from the looks of it misunderstandings on one side affected the other.

Shiro thought Lance was straight- and straight up hated men.

And from what Hunk said before maybe Lance still likes Shiro. Keith covered his face with his hands. This drama was beyond confusing and he didn’t sign up for this with Voltron. He wanted to fight the Galra and save the universe. Why was that so hard?

Lance could barely fume in silence and lorde it over the others for a while. Nope the universe had other plans. The alarms blazed and he stiffened then oved towards the hangers.

That would only happen if something bad happened on Shiro and Allura’s mission.

He guessed right when he saw a galra pod open up and Allura stumbled out, Coran caught her as she collapsed into his arms.

Lance turned to looking for Shiro to ask what the hell was going on.

But he couldn’t see him anywhere.

Lance glanced at Allura as the others appeared and saw how heer skin was pale and her breathing was laboured.

Shiro stole her quintessence...but why?

“Allura? What happened?” Coran asked looking panicked and her eyes flickered over.

“We were compromised- Shiro he sacrificed himself.”

Lance pressed his lips together. With the way Allura was looking, her sunken face and hollowed eyes, Shiro took all of her quintessence.

Or maybe he had no idea how much he took and thought Allura would be fine...though that was unlikely.

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gettingagriponthings · 7 years ago

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The Books that helped me Get a Grip on 2017

Reading - for the purpose of education, relaxation, entertainment, or no clear purpose at all - is one of my very favorite things to do. Here are nine of the books I read this year that stuck with me and will likely continue to inform my perspective on the world far into the future.

The Third Wave: An Entrepreneur’s Vision of the Future, Steve Case (2016) Steve Case, one of the original founders of AOL, articulated a clear and plausible view of the future of technology and the businesses that will build it in his book. His theory has greatly informed my own thinking and helped me understand some of the things happening with startups right now.

Digital Gold: Bitcoin and the Inside Story of the Misfits and Millionaires Trying to Reinvent Money, Nathaniel Popper (2016) The best - as far as entertainment value - book that I’ve read about Bitcoin and cryptocurrency. Popper, a crypto journalist for the New York Times, has been writing on the subject for a quite some time now, and successfully breaks down both the technology and the history of its development. I gave this book to my girlfriend’s father, a finance expert, who had some questions about Bitcoin. I think he found it informative, and it was a gift I was proud to give.

American Girls: Social Media and the Secret Lives of Teenagers, Nancy Jo Sales (2017) The most depressing book I read this year. Sales, using a series of extended interviews and travel experiences visiting young people all over the country, illustrates just what it is to come of age in this era of total social media saturation. This is a present that feels particularly depressing for our girls and young women. Read this book to get a deeper understanding of the human impact of our modern technologies.

American Icon: Alan Mulally and the Fight to Save Ford Motor Company, Bryce G. Hoffman (2012) This book was recommended to me by a colleague, via her husband, a business consultant who works with automotive companies. This is one of my favorite reads of the year, and I think is possibly the one I’ve recommended the most (though, I’m pretty sure no one has taken me up on it). A Mulally quote from the book has really stuck with me. I don’t have the book nearby, so please forgive my butchering of the quote: “Building a businesses is a design problem. You have to have a point of view about the future. A plan to realize that future. Then relentless implementation”

The Circle, Dave Eggers (2013) I read the book because I wanted to see the movie that came out earlier this year (Read the book, skip the movie) and was fascinated by the issues addressed in the book. The eponymous Circle is a fictional company in the near future that is sort of like the product of the merger of a Google, Facebook, Amazon, and maybe Apple. Basically all business and socializing is conducted through this one company and its suite of apps and products. This is clearly a less than ideal development - but, as opposed to most other dystopian takes on the future, things are not negative in an apparent way - in fact, the world of The Circle feels cleaner and simpler and better than ever. It is when the protagonist looks below the surface that the ugly things come into stark relief.

Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson (1992) This book was first recommended to me by a man who runs a law firm that deals with blockchain related development and issues who I met at a meetup several months ago. Snow Crash is also a favorite of so many other incredibly smart and interesting people because of its unique and uniquely terrifying view of the future. Virtual reality has reached a high level of development and those who are able retreat into the “metaverse” as much as they can. Government has broken down and its duties have been distributed and privatized. A complex caste system reinforced by mercenary law enforcement system under the employ of fractured private city-states is the state of affairs. this version of the future sounds absolutely nuts, but if you sort of cock your head sideways as you look at the world, imagine a few negative developments, and extrapolate from there, the world of Snow Crash doesn’t seem implausible.

Bobby Kennedy: The Making of a Liberal Icon, Larry Tye (2016) I’ve long had a sort of fascination with the Kennedy family and the mythos that they, to a greater extent than any other entity, have gone to great lengths to propagate. In this book Tye tries to go beyond the facade and illustrate who Bobby Kennedy really was. He uses his early career as an investigator under the supervision of a Commie-hunting Joseph McCarthy and his time as a bare knuckled, ruthless political operative campaigning for his brother to contrast with the anti-war activist senator whose magical run for president was cut short in 1968. Tye successfully reveals RFK to have been a man who really evolved (a trait we don’t allow in modern politics) on major issues including and especially his positions on poverty and race.

Being Mortal, Atul Gawande (2014) I came to understand and appreciate who Atul Gawande was on an early episode of Vox’s The Ezra Klein Show. Gawande, who has an incredible background in both public policy and medicine came across as the type of broadly intelligent person I aspire to be. So I sought out his most recent book and read it. Being Mortal addresses, just as its title expresses, the finite nature of life and just what that means in a rapidly aging world. He has unique professional insight into the physical changes our bodies and minds undergo as we age, and does a great job of combining that with his person experiences dealing with family and friends, and well researched history of medical/social care for the aging.

Banker to the Poor: Micro-Lending and the Battle Against World Poverty, Muhammad Yunus (1991) This book, an autobiography/manifesto by the Nobel Peace Prize winning creator of Bangladesh’s Grameen Bank was one of my favorite reads of 2017. I found the book because I was, at the time, in the midst of working on an idea for a bank or financial services company that had the poor unbanked or underbanked population at the center of its reason for being. Well, Yunus actually did it, and this is his story. Yunus created the Grameen (”rural” or “village”) Bank to give micro loans to impoverished women of Bangladesh and eventually the world. Along the way, he picked up some awards, helped millions of people escape poverty, changed the idea of what the bottom-line can really mean for a company, and actually made the world a better place.

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Æsir Chapter 3: Nightmare Academy

A month slipped by and spring in the far south gave way to summer. The year was unseasonably warm and the permafrost warmed in the ground. Her trainees didn’t appreciate the physical training which more often than not resulted in Kyra forcing them to hose down before they tracked mud all through the clean academy halls.

“Run!”

“This sucks!”

“I didn’t ask Ryder. You think I like this shit? This is the second time I’ve had to do this. And I’m more out of shape than you teens are.”

“Because you are old, Kyra. You are old.”

“Ryder, this old woman could kick your ass.”

Kyra smiled as they worked through their physical training every day. This was what she missed and wanted again. It wouldn’t be the same as it was as a teen but it would be enough. Being out of the halls, less confined brought her spirits up some. Hope was slowly renewed.

Every night, she watched the teens drag themselves to bed, bypassing the later social hour for sleep. Meals were taken together and Kyra watched the interactions change. Her training with Atlas was taxing on the both of them but Kyra forced herself to stay awake each night to ensure they all were comfortably sleeping away. They were still her responsibilities even if she wasn’t their teacher anymore.

Atlas was struggling each day. He made progress but everything came at a slower pace than he felt it should. Kyra reminded him that pushing himself to the point of exhaustion was going to solve nothing for him and would likely set him back. His stubborn nature, however, prevented him from backing down from the self-proposed challenge.

Kyra felt as though her head had just hit the pillow when she jerked awake, cell sounding. She looked over at the clock next to her. 4 a.m. She grabbed her cell and looked at the message.

Meeting. Council chamber.

She rolled to her feet and slipped on a pair of shoes before exiting her room. In the hallway, everyone had apparently gotten the same message. Over top of heads around her, Kyra could see Skylar making his way toward her, Mila following closely behind looking not so wonderful in the early hours of the morning.

Kyra started toward the two and was immediately stopped by a hand wrapping around her arm. She looked to her right arm and followed the attached arm upward. Garin smirked at her. She looked back to Skylar and once again he held a guarded expression. She jerked her arm from Garin’s grip and started making her way to the council chamber.

They entered, Garin taking his place with the rest of the council. Kyra realized as he stepped up to his spot, the man hadn’t been to sleep. There were no clear signs beyond the same clothing he had been in the day before. Something was seriously wrong. He also had been sent to ensure her presense, as if Skylar would have let her out of the torture. She felt material brush against her hand and looked to her left. Skylar and Mila had made their way to her and stood quietly. Kyra directed her eyes back to the council and Headmaster Monroe began to speak.

“All teachers need to gather their students. They all need to be properly uniformed. By 6 a.m. they need to be fed and lined up in ranks at the entrance. Class-0 first, Class-1 directly across, Class-2 next to Class-0, so on. William has raised a white flag and we just received news he will be here by 6:30 a.m. Classes will be on hold until we meet with him. Your students need to be on best behavior. Kyra, Skylar, and Mila, I expect you three to be at this meeting. Tarja will take all of your students to one of the performing halls and watch over them. The other teachers I expect you to continue with your classes as if nothing unusual were happening. Now, go and wake your students. Other staff start your respective duties immediately.”

Everyone filed out and Kyra felt her stomach tighten. William’s presence would alert her team to something being amiss which she had been trying to keep from them. Knowing her team, they would do everything they could to irritate and aggravate the man. Pulling in a breath, she rubbed a hand down her face. It was hard to tell if this was truly a white flag or not.

This is turning into a nightmare.

Suddenly she felt Aneria push into her mind.

He is plotting. You must be prepared.

For?

I am not all knowing. If he has Eurig’s key, you are aware you will follow. He has made it known he seeks control of all eight Keys. We have spoken on this before. He may be here under a flag of peace but the message he bring is war.

He has nothing to gain by taking the southern lands.

You and I. He has us to gain.

And I would be the easiest to take given as I don’t have guardians right now. If he gives a good enough exchange, would you be willing to be turned over to him?

I think your council will have something to say about that.

Not if the deal is sweet enough.

You may be right. However, if the deal does not benefit the academy, I will not agree.

I know you won’t which means I’ll pass you on early.

Atlas is not prepared.

I think he is. He just has to find the strength to accept you.

You are being overconfident in your student. He is not you nor does he harbor the same blood as you. You know you are special, the last of those….

Stop. I don’t want to hear any more of what I am. Tye lectured me enough on that. I don’t need it from you as I have stated many times in the past.

Kyra reached Ace’s door and knocked hard on it. Not long after the door opened and Ace blinked at her groggily.

“Shouldn’t you have been up preparing to meet Skylar?”

“No, I would have gotten up five to five.”

“Well, you’re up now. Wake the others and get them in uniform. Lily’s uniform should have been put in her closet three days ago.

“Yeah, we found it last night.”

“Get everyone down to the cafeteria and grab some food. Meet in the classroom. I need to talk to all of you.”

Ace blinked quickly and he turned serious.

“Alright.”

Kyra left Ace standing there and walked to the next room. Before she could knock the door opened to a wide awake Atlas.

“Help Ace, right?”

“Yes.”

Atlas looked at Ace and they exchanged a brief nod. Kyra was taken aback by their cooperation. Stepping back, she left without another word. Back in her room, she pulled her uniform out of her closet and winced. That last time she wore this was Kilian’s ceremony. Too many bad memories were connected with it.

Brushing aside her thoughts, she pulled off her sleep clothing and began the painstaking process of putting on the uniform. Pulling on the black pants, she checked everything. Despite all the missions these pants had been worn on, the yellow piping down the side of the leg was perfect, the color of the brilliant sun.

Next, she pulled on the yellow undershirt and the jacket. Smirking, she considered leaving everything unbuttoned and rather messy looking. Probably how Skylar was going to wear his in memory of Kilian. She pulled the two panels of the jacket together and started buttoning up the jacket, clipping the mandarin collar together last. She pulled at the jacket’s fitted fabric, irritated that they had to make them so fitted.

Looking in the mirror, she ran her hand through her hair pushing the strands into place. After a moment, she gave up trying to tame the locks and looked down at the small silver and marble jewelry box. She opened it slowly and pulled out the items.

She clipped the star hairpin into her hair. A gift from Laban. Next, the earrings Piri gave her. Three bracelets one each from Kilian, Hali, and Amira. The malachite oval and leaf ring from Lara. The last piece she looked at and thought against donning it for a moment. Lifting it, the silver reflected the lights of her room and the abalone shown brilliant blues and greens. Skylar’s gift. She brushed her fingers over the open circle pendent.

Put it on.

Kyra almost made a biting comment back to Aneria but realized if she left Skylar’s off when she wore all other piece it would show that there was something wrong. She lifted up the chain and pendant, quickly latching it around her neck pendant hanging just below the collar. She turned and slipped on her boots, pulling the top buckles tight.

Once she left her room, she nearly ran to the classroom. Flipping on the lights, she sat on the edge of her desk and looked around. Everything was about to change. This intrusion by William could send things spiraling out of control. Active war was something she had never seen involved in. She and her team did things behind the scenes. Regardless, William was going to force her hand.

The door opened and Ace entered carrying Lily followed by the others. Ryder’s clothing looked like he had slept in his uniform and just rolled out of bed. Vaan and Jill weren’t much better. Everyone else was in proper order. Kyra ignored the messy attire of the three. It worked wonders to make someone believe her team was messy and disorganized. They all sat down and Kyra looked at them. Kids. They were all kids and they were now being pulled into something that could have been avoided.

“There are things I’ve kept from all of you. I wanted you to focus on being kids and studies. I can’t keep it anymore. You will file outside in rank when I release you from here. We are receiving… esteemed visitors. You will need to act accordingly.

William of Amataris has taken Eurig’s Key and has now declared war on all the Academies. His betrothed, Katrina, was killed by Elena’s guardian, Xander, and now William wants to destroy the academies. Eurig is slowly falling. Our’s will be next. We have no central government to stand against his invasion. The reason you all are awake is because William comes here in less than an hour under a white flag. We didn’t know if Mortain and Garinth’s governments would allow him to pass through, but we now have that answer.”

“Is this a prelude to war?”

Of course Ace would ask that.

“I don’t know, Ace. We don’t even know what is true and what isn’t regarding William Marcus. I want you all to be polite but don’t allow any of his people to push you around if they get the opportunity. Be cautious. Don’t leave marks.”

“Sweet.”

“Ryder, I mean it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Kyra sighed.

“Go to the gates and lineup. Ace, keep Lily with you.”

The boy nodded his brunette head to her.

“Of course.”

Lily shifted in his arms, still asleep. Kyra allowed a smile to crack as she watched them file out the door.

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