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snekdood · 8 months ago
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its wild to me how western european beauty standards even effected me as a child. my blonde, blue-eyed ass. i'd tan and come inside to look at my skin and it was "darker" in a way thats not conventionally understood as beautiful, I thought I was "supposed" to have more red and orange pigment when I tanned
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like this
but instead it was more like
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this and it always made me feel insecure on a subconscious level, like i wasnt the "right type of tan" or something :/
anyways, everyone with olive skin is beautiful and fuck them other color undertones sdjkhbvsfgdvghsdfhgvdfshvgfdgshv
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ly0nstea · 1 year ago
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My thoughts on the final special, skip to the end if you just want the review and not my hilarious commentary as i watched
The ringing in armins ears was a very nice touch
Armoured titan continues to do all the heavy lifting
Uh ohhhh
Adding scenes with onyankopon at the fort was nice
Getting to see more of the nine was really nice
Pieck solos fr
Pieck getting got by the tybur warhammer and reiner by porco and marcel is kinda hilarious
Connie solos frrr
MIKASA JUST FUCKING RAPID FIRE 3 THUNDERSPEARS WTF
Dude ymir HATES reiner bringing up his whole past
WHAT REINER DOESNT GET EATEN IN THE MANGA WHAT THE FUCK
Nvm he does i just checked i forgot
HOW IS REINER SO FUCKING INVINCIBLE
Jean forgiving reiner L take jean
SNAKE TITAN
BOOOOO GABI THROW HER OFF
Why is falcos titan green
LETS GOO ANNIE
"Where's Arm- i mean, Pieck" ARUANI ARE SO WINNINGGGGGG
Booooo dont kill eren let him win
The eldians should kill all the marleyans fuck them shoot their asses
THEY HAVE LIGHTNING AND FUCKING BOWS AND ARROWS?????
AND FUCKING SWORDA???? AND AXES
Pieck solos again
PIECK KEEPS SOLOING
Jean does not solo bro please
Mikasa not being able to fuckung speak lmaooo
Fucking gabi tryna shoot the titans dumbass tell her ass levi
Cringe Levi L take stomp them all out he doesnt regret his choice bcuz hr knows erwin wpuldve done the based thing and wiped out humanity outside the walls
Slingshot mikasa we stan
Oopsie
Annie doing parkour off the spine of the titan shes the real mvp
Armin having an out of body experience
Damn armin hates himself, based tbh hes a lil bitch
Fucl yea all thosw bitches and the giraffes getting trampled
YO COLLOSSALS ON THE LAVA THATS SO SICK
Millenia of history getting wiped out only paradis deserves to stand 💪💪💪💪
Zeke building his lil castle
Ey its the explanation
"Being alive means dying eventually" zeke youre not smart please stfu
Baby eren ❤️
Zeke and armin talking about the same thing but seeing entirely different things might genuinely be my favourite image in the entire series holy shit
AND SCYTHES
Bertie boys fighring for the love of his life bros so cucked
Ymir saving reiners life bros so cucked
Fucking gabi and her stupid rifle hate that bitch
Aruani stays winning
Krugers so cool bro
Why does zeke love being naked so much
Zekes always fucking up erens shit man
Cucktoldt is back
Zeke getting to reconcile with grisha was nice
Levi gettjng the fucking brawl sound affect for killimg zeke lmaook
Booooo why didnt the baby get thrown
Imagine being the last guy to fall off that cliff thatd suck ass
Jean finally did something
Reiner continues to fucking carry the entire plan by himself
If only armin used his nuke on more civilians </3 him getting held up was sick asf tho
Gabi got to live and her parents booooo kill them all
LET REINER FUCKING DIE HOLY SHIT
LETS GO ERENS ALIVE ABSOLUTE LEGEND
Boooo the eldians and marleyans are working together L bozos kill the marleyans every man woman and child
How did connie figure that out
Honestly id accepy jean and connie dying if it meant gabis bloodline being ended right now
That was such a nice send off for connie and jean im kine of mad its a fake out tbh
REINER CARRYING ONCE AGAIN
Mikasa stop getting fucking headaches and do your job holy shit
Uh oh cabin time
The why are you crying symmetry oo
Cabin erens a lil bitch
HES SO TALL
ROCK HIS SHIT EREN
Mikasas cut looks so good in this
HE TURNED ARMINS FACE TO RUBBLEEEE
Mikasas such a traitor
WHYD SHE CUT HIS HAIR
Mikasas a necrophiliac and ymirs a voyeur
Child armin looks so mich like a girl in mappas style
Whys he tryna make mikasa the mc in the last chapter 🤡🤡🤡
Eren killed his own mom what a madlad
Get rocked eren
Whys armins face like rhat
Its the "worst manga panel of all time"
A sea of blood thats beautiful
80% not enough it shouldve been 90% with only the 10% on paradis left
"Im sure the hell we went through has happened over and over" i actually dont think this has happened before armin
Gross hes holding hair and teeth
"It was at out feet but you were always looking at the distance" is a very nice allegory for freedom and drive
0/10 armin didnt kiss him as well
Still mad we dont get to see anyone elses converstions with eren, especially floch
Pieck is so unserious
MICHE AND PETRA ON SCREEN LETS GO 10/10 FINALE
gabi on screen 0/10 finale
"Give him a proper burial" his is ass does NOT deserve that
"Prove it" cant prove a negative dumbass this is why marley deserves to die theyre all dumbasses
Ymirs all grown up and is it too early to say—
Erehisu stans are so fucking fuming rn holy shit
JAEGERIST INSIGNIA IS SO FUXKING COOL SHIT
Nicoli on screen 0/10 finale
HITCH ON SCREEN 10/10 FINALE
Reiner please calm down for 2 seconds
ANNIE IN A SUIT SHES SO SMALL I LOVE HER
Levi on screen L YO HIS EYE THOO THATS SICK
Can gabi and falco please fuck off
Paradis looks so pretty
Mikasa never threw away the scarf smh
Love the idea that shiganshina becomes a fucking cyberpunk capital and not just a big city
Anyway all jokes aside, the ending still feels a bit inconsequential seeing that no one dies in the final battle, considering how the rest of the show was. Eren's still a coward and a pussy and his inability to act with decisiveness is the reason shiganshina (and presumably the rest of Paradis) is inevitably destroyed, it also proves the Jaegarists point that no matter what happens theyll never stop trying to wipe out eldians, even centuries after titans are wiped out. Eren lied to the people of Paradis and got them killed so like 8 people could live half decent lives cleaning up his mess, most hollow victory of all time. Over all its like a 7/10 ending, there isnt any other way it really could have ended comsidering the story. The new paradis emblem is so fucming cool tho holy shit. Get Rumbled Stay Humbled.
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pinoyrella · 4 years ago
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“A Love So Beautiful” Chapter 7
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Chapter 7: Two Days and One Night
FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka, Fukurodani + Nekoma + Nohebi
TW: Mild Language + Minor Injuries (Kuroo get a lil booboo, Yaku ankle go brrr)
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn
- This chapter contains fluff, comedy and drama.
WORD COUNT: 5,000+
“A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL” Masterlist 🌸
A/N: HIIIII omg how r u guys 🥺 i was having a hard time figuring out how to... do this chapter, but i hope you enjoy! pls forgive me for the cringe and cheesiness of everything i fken swear im trying but i- ToT call me macaroni bc i be cheesy 🙈
PS: This chapter is taking place during the Cats vs. Owls OVA that comes after season 3! (and also a few minutes of s3 ep10)... I’m trying my best to line up the story w the actual series ToT, so it’s currently ur first year - spring time! Cherry blossom season is coming!!!🌸
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A warm Friday afternoon.
“What do you guys think of this design?” Yachi asks as she passes a paper over to you and Tsukishima as Yamaguchi leans in from her side. You drop your pen to your notebook before picking up the small flyer, bringing it closer to the three of you.
“This looks great Yachi! What’s it for?” She stands immediately, her hands clenched into a fist while her eyes shine with excitement. “It’s a rough sketch for the volleyball club’s poster!” “Whoa, that’s so cool! So this is what a manager’s job is?” She nods as you hand the flyer back, smiling to your friend; happy that she’s having fun and enjoying her job.
“Hey” The four of you turn your heads, watching as Kageyama makes his way through the door. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” The sound of a familiar scream comes down the hallway.
The four of you watch as Hinata shoves past Kageyama, nearly knocking him over. “HEY!” Kageyama begins to charge until noticing the presence of his classmates. He lets out a low grumble before following the orange boy, making his way to you.
“GUYS!” Hinata jumps excitedly, looking between the four of you. “Look!” He pulls his phone out, facing it to you guys, completely ignoring Kageyama next to him. “What is it?” Yachi asks, confused. Hinata takes his phone back and realizes his photo gallery is on-screen. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi hide a snicker before he immediately changes it to his text messages, bringing the phone back to you guys.
On his screen shows the flyer for “Japan’s National Tournament, Tokyo Area Qualifiers”. The five of you look up to him in confusion as he continues, “Let’s go!”
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“WHAT?”
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And this is where you found yourself, a suitcase in hand as you make your way to your seat on the Shinkansen. You try to lift your suitcase above to the compartment, but the weight of the baggage slips past your grasp. You brace yourself for impact before you open your eyes to see it in the compartment above you. Feeling a presence to your left, you turn to find Kageyama.
“Let me help you from now on” he says softly, his hand resting on the back of a seat as one is holding onto the strap of his backpack. You immediately take a step back before thanking him, making your way to sit beside Yachi.
Just behind Kageyama is Hinata, following Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, as well as other passengers. Tsukishima, obviously unamused onto why there’s a hold up “Hey King, could you hurry up?” Kageyama realizes there’s a line of people behind him, immediately sitting in the seat to the front of you.
Hinata throws his luggage above before plopping down to the side of Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima following.
The announcement for the bullet train begins, and you soon fall into a quiet slumber, your head resting against Yachi.
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“Y/n, Yachi-san… Yachi! Y/N!” You are awakened to Yamaguchi’s voice “Wake up idiot, we’re here” You turn to find Tsukishima’s face just inches away from yours. Surprised, you jump, bumping your head against Yachi’s, waking you both up.
“Ah!” You both yelp, holding onto your heads. Kageyama turns from his seat to the sound of your cry, only to find Tsukishima’s face close to yours. “Tsukki!” You hiss before apologizing to Yachi.
“Come on guys, let’s go” Yamaguchi begins removing your luggages from the compartment above, as the six of you make your way off the train. Moving through the crowd of people towards the station.
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“Are we there yet?” You yawn, still exhausted, before bumping into Tsukishima’s back. “We’re here, open your eyes idiot.” You slowly open your eyes, looking up to the building in front of you. “It looks so cozy” Yachi compliments as the six of you make your way inside. “Akaashi and Bokuto-san sent me this address, one of their teammates’ relatives owns this place!” Hinata says. “No wonder you’re able to provide a place for all of us to stay for the night” Tsukishima replies, before noticing you were no longer behind him.
The sound of a huff causes him to turn around. As he turns, he sees you struggling to move your luggage above the doorstep. Sighing, he makes his way to you, but Kageyama rushes past him, helping and assisting you instead. The carpet had stuck to the wheel of your suitcase.
Tsukishima’s eyes widened in shock by the sudden movement of his teammate, before rolling his eyes, turning his attention back to his other friends.
“Thanks Tobio!” You thank as he gives another smile. “I told you, let me help you from now on” He says, tapping the right of your shoulder; before the two of you walk after your group.
Hinata and Yamaguchi make their way to the register, collecting the room key as the six of you make your way to your room.
Yamaguchi inserts the key, twisting it before Hinata opens the door, jumping right in. “TA DA!” He cheers, the five of you walking in, Tsukishima yet again, unamused.
“This room is insanely big” You comment as you settle your suitcase to the side.
“It’s going to be like a sleepover!” Hinata exclaims, Yamaguchi turning his head. “Oh, you’re right Hinata!” “Thank god it’s only for one night.” Tsukishima bluntly adds, before exploring the cupboards.
Hinata then brings his wrist up to check the time. “AH!” “What?!” The five of you turn in concern for your friend’s sudden outburst. “We have to hurry!”
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The sound of shoes squeaking against the floor echo throughout the building along with balls.
“Wow, so this is the Sumida City Gymnasium?” You walk ahead of your friends, looking around before turning to face them. “It’s so much bigger than the one in Sendai!” “Well, this is Tokyo” Tsukishima replies, Yamaguchi giving a sheepish smile, before the sound of squabbling catches your attention.
“WHAT WAS THAT?!” “Stop it Yamamoto, don’t let that snake bastard get to you.” The man in green smiles, pointing his finger to the calmer guy in red. “You always have that hair, are you sure you’re not lying about your height? Are you actually 180 cm-” “HUH?! I’d never do something so petty!”
You watch as the three go at it, before someone from the red team’s group notices you guys. “Shoyo?” One says quietly as he makes his way over to you guys.
“Kenma-san!” Hinata runs over, meeting Kenma half way as the five of you follow. You hear Kageyama mumbling. “Nekoma’s setter… Nekoma’s setter… Nekoma’s setter…”
“You made it” Kenma says before Hinata nods. “Bokuto-san sent me the flyer! Akaashi-san’s teammate gave us a place to stay, and it fell into our weekend, I didn’t want to miss it!” Kenma nods before turning to face you and the others, feeling chills down the spine of his back when making eye contact with Kageyama.
“Hey, it’s skinny!” Tsukishima jolts, as Nekoma’s team follows their captain, making their way to your group and Kenma. “Long time no see, don’t tell me you’ve grown taller” “Kuroo-san” You watch the two, before the one named Kuroo turns to you. “I haven’t seen you before” He leans down, closer to your height. Tsukishima watches as he does so, feeling a bit irritated. “Hmm”
You become flustered, unable to move as his face comes closer to yours, before you feel someone pull you behind. Kageyama stands in between you two, having you to his back, silently staring at the taller senior. Everyone is surprised by Kageyama’s action, especially Kuroo before eyeing back up to his regular level as he smiles down at him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare your friend” Kageyama ignores him, turning to face you and whispering “Are you okay?” Kuroo is left shocked by being ignored, and his teammates snicker behind him.
“I- I-” You stutter, still flustered before another player, much calmer and collected from Nekoma, approaches you. The tall figure gives you a sincere apology for his captain’s behavior. “I’m sorry about that, our captain can be a little…” He turns to look back to Kuroo, before looking to you. “A little bitch” A much shorter boy with strawberry blonde hair joins in, Kenma letting out a snort.
“HUH?! YAKU- if anyone’s a little bitch it's your short ass, Mr. 165 cm.” “165.2 CM DICKWAD!” You watch as the two seniors get into a catfight before another player walks into the situation. “Kuroo-san!” Said man turns his attention to his teammate. “The girls’ game will be done soon”
Kuroo responds with an “alright” before collecting his team together. “Be sure to cheer us on, kitten~” He winks to you before bidding your friends a farewell, walking off.
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Your team makes their way up the bleachers, listening to the announcer announce Fukurodani and Nekoma’s match. You watch as a very muscular man throws his jacket in the air, only for his teammate to catch it. “BOKUTO-SAN!” Hinata cheers besides you.
The crowd from Fukurodani’s side begins to chant, before Nekoma is announced. You turn your attention to a much shorter girl with a megaphone. “Go, go Nekoma! Push it, push it Nekoma!” “Great job Cheer Captain Akane!”
The bell goes off as both teams make it to their sides, the lineup and game beginning.
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Watching as Fukurodani takes the first serve, you turn to see the excitement in both Hinata and Kageyama’s eyes.
Turning your attention back to the court, Akaashi proceeds to set the ball to Bokuto. Your eyes sparkle as you see how high the man can jump, then the sound of him smashing the ball, as it hit’s Kuroo’s palm, causing it to fly up.
You don't realize the direction it’s flying too, your eyes widening as the ball comes directly your way. You bring your palms up at the perfect time, catching the volleyball immediately in your hands. You stare at it in shock as all eyes turn to you.
“HEY! HEY! HEY!!!” Bokuto cheers along with his school, getting the point.
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The game continues, Fukurodani taking the lead. “Holy crap, Bokuto is a beast” You watch as the millionth spike he hit touches the ground of Nekoma’s side. “Right?! He’s so cool! Hinata exclaims before you both turn to the court, only to notice a sudden change in Bokuto’s mood, after Kuroo blocks his spike.
The crowd goes silent, and you turn to Hinata making a face of confusion.
Bokuto’s attitude changes completely, causing a break to be issued, Akaashi giving the man a pep talk.
The break ends, and they are back to the game. You notice Bokuto’s attitude had gone back to his original state, as he becomes happy to spike yet again.
“It must have been Akaashi-san who brought Bokuto-san backup.” Tsukishima comments, crossing his arms as he becomes invested into the game. You turn to smile at him, not knowing he was actually watching.
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The gym goes quiet, the final set, and Bokuto’s team is winning. Nekoma is under pressure before Bokuto sends one final spike down, earning the final win for Fukurodani.
Nekoma falls in defeat, you feel remorse along with Hinata for them, knowing Hinata really hoped to play against them at Nationals.
The six of you walk out of the gym. “So… Nekoma isn’t going to Nationals?” You ask, feeling stupid for asking such a question, before Yamaguchi speaks. “No, not unless they lose this next match.” “What?” “For Tokyo, unlike Miyagi, they have two Representative slots open, while a third for venue sponsorship.” He explains as you tilt your head, still confused. “Dumbass” Tsukishima jokingly insults, flicking your forehead. “There are four teams playing here, only one of those four won’t be able to go to Nationals. The other three, will be going. If Nekoma wins the next match against the other team, they will be going to Nationals” Tsukishima explains in a much easier way. “Ah! Thanks Tsukki!” You thank him, not even realizing he had called you a dumbass.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go cheer them on!” You exclaim, the five cheering after you. “Yeah!”
“Do you even know where the next match is being held?” You stop to turn, looking at Tsukishima. “Nope!” You say with a smile.
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You follow as Yamaguchi leads you to another court, on the other side of the venue.
As you make your way past the gates, you stop with Yachi, the delicious scent of food surrounding the air. Yamaguchi and Tsukishima turn to see you too, before looking at each other. “Do you guys want to get food before the game starts?” You look up to your two friends, pleading with puppy eyes before Tsukishima sighs.
“Hinata, Kageyama!” Yamaguchi calls his friends ahead of them. The two stop to turn as you run up to them. “Do you guys want anything from the stalls?” You ask. “You guys can go find the seats! I can take care of everything myself!” You state, as Tsukishima looks to you. “By yourself? You have two hands. Two hands. You barely even know how to use them, and there’s six of us. There’s no way you can gather food for everyone, and make it back in one piece.” The blonde bean pole says, before you give him a pout.
“I’ll go with you boss.” Kageyama butts in, standing to your side as he ruffles your hair. “Tobio! Stop doing that” You laugh as you fix your hair before looking back to Tsukishima. “That settles it! Now go, get us seats!” You shoo your friends away before walking away with Kageyama, missing the glare Tsukishima gives Kageyama.
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Standing in front of a takoyaki stall, you order the biggest plate, before noticing Kageyama to the stall besides you. Paying for your order and taking the ticket, you make your way to Kageyama as he pays for something.
“What did you get?!” You ask him in excitement. He jumps in surprise by your sudden presence before looking down to you, bringing the item he had brought up to your view. You stare as it dangles from his fingertips, a cute trinket in the shape of a strawberry milk carton. You blink before he grabs the ends of your bag, bringing it up to his level.
You watch in confusion as he is attaching it to your bag’s zipper, before speaking.
“It’s for you” He looks to meet you eyes as he gently drops your bag, letting it hang off your arm again. You stare at him, before looking down to it, then back up to him. “What? Tobio-” “It just reminded me of you.” He says giving a soft smile before taking the ticket from your hand and walking back to the takoyaki stall.
You watch as he walks off, looking down to the keychain with a small smile, really grateful for a friend like him.
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Making your way into the gym, you scan to find Yamaguchi waving for you. “Kageyama- Y/n! Over here!” You make your way to them, Kageyama follows with the box of takoyaki in his hands. Handing out the sticks, you push Kageyama to be in the middle, then opening the lid to the box.
“It smells so good!” Hinata exclaims as he’s about to poke his stick into a ball. “Thank you y/n!” Yamaguchi and Yachi say in sync, as you make your way to Tsukishima, handing him a stick before he declines. “Are you not hungry?” “Not really” He bluntly replies, you pout again before turning back to the others, stabbing your stick into a ball.
Then turning your attention back to the court, seeing the game between Nekoma and Nohebi has already begun.
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“Lev! Stop flailing your arms around! I can’t dig the damn ball!” Yaku yells, scolding the taller boy. “But Yaku-san, you’ll still get the ball no matter what!” He snaps back frustrated. You watch as the Yaku scratches the back of his head, taking it as a compliment. Kuroo gives him a look of annoyance before resuming back to their positions.
The game between the two continues, Nohebi taking the lead as Nekoma fights back. Just as Nohebi’s captain is about to spike, Lev jumps, sending it flying upwards. “One touch!” He yells, as Yamamoto runs after to hit it, then causing it to fly further away. “Shit!”
Just as the ball makes it into the audience, you watch as Yaku catches up to it, sending it back to the court. “WOW!” You cheer for him, impressed by his quick reflexes. Turning your attention towards the ball, you watch as Nohebi tries to keep the ball from touching the floor. Their captain, sending it flying up towards the net, before Lev jumps again, immediately smashing the ball back down to their side of the court.
The gym cheers as Lev turns to Yaku in excitement. Your eyes follow his, only to see Yamamoto assisting Yaku. “He fell-” Yamaguchi says. “He landed on someone’s foot as he was trying to get the ball.” You look at Yamaguchi before back down at Yaku limping. Yaku turns to apologize to the guest before facing the court. “I’m fine!” He yells, taking a step and immediately feeling a shock of pain course through him.
Just as he falls, Yamamoto catches him as their coach makes their way to them. “Shibayama!”
“I hope Yaku-san’s going to be okay” Yachi adds as the match continues. You watch as the coach tends to Yaku’s wound, before going back to the game.
Nekoma struggles, getting used to Shibayama now on court. Nohebi is still in the lead and the gym watches in anticipation.
Shibayama visibly looks calmer, adjusting himself before Daisho spikes the ball towards him. You hold your breath until Shibayama is able to stop the ball, sending it up before Kuroo smashes it back down to Nohebi’s side of the court.
“All right!” Nekoma cheers as you give out a sigh of relief. “You seem really invested into the game” You turn and notice Tsukishima looking down towards you. “Well, it’s really interesting…” You blush, stabbing another ball and plopping it into your mouth.
Nekoma begins catching up, getting used to the new player on the court, very close to winning the set.
The whistle blows, a new player making his way onto the court.
“A pinch server” You overhear behind you. “Didn’t that guy dislocate his thumb in the last match?” Turning your attention back to the court, you watch just as the ball barely hits the net. Kuroo and Nobuyaki catch it, before Fukunaga sends it to the other side. You watch the ball, thinking it would make it in before the whistle blows once again. “Out!” The pinch server yells.
“Out? No way!” Hinata cries. Bringing your hand up to your chin, “He blocked it”. Your friends turn to you, as you continue. “I saw the ball, it was in the court, but the pinch server guy, he extended his fists to block the referee from seeing it.” “Whoa…” “Talk about conniving” Tsukishima adds, before taking the stick in your hand, stabbing a ball and bringing it up into his mouth.
You turn to look up at him, watching as he puts the same stick you had placed on your lips to his. ‘Indirect kiss’ You think, bringing your palms up to cover your face, letting out an internal scream.
“Y/n-chan!” Yachi faces you. Kageyama and Hinata turn to look at you, then to Tsukishima, before Tsukishima looks back to them shrugging his shoulders as he focuses back on the game.
“Shibayama!” You watch the captain make his way off the court. “Wait- What happened to Kuroo-san?” “I think he busted his fingernail” “Ouch....” Turning your attention to the scoreboard, Nekoma is a point away from winning the game, to have their captain subbed out at a time like this is a big risk.
Daisho jumps, aiming for Lev before switching to Shibayama. Fortunately, the boy is able to receive it, sending it to Yamamoto before he aims to smash it. The ball then touching the Nohebi’s middle blocker’s hands before flying up, and far from the court. You watch as Daisho attempts to chase after it, only for it to fall, finally touching the floor. The match has ended.
“Thanks for the game!” The teams exchange before Yaku meets with his team, eyes filled with tears as he hugs them.
You watch as Kenma looks up to the stands, finding Hinata and giving him a nod. You turn to your friend, watching the smile spread throughout his face. He can’t wait to play against them at Nationals.
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Walking out of the venue, you look up to notice as it’s night time already.
“I didn’t even think it was so dark outside already” You comment, Kageyama turning his head to you, watching the moon shine in your eyes. “We better get going before” Yamaguchi states, leading the way back to the cozy inn.
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“Ah!” You let out, dipping into the onsen besides Yachi. “This feels so good!” Your cheeks redden from the temperature in the room. “This is so relaxing, I’m so happy we were all able to come together, traveling is so much fun, especially with your friends” Yachi replies before you give her a smirk. “And especially without your parents!”
The two of you share a laugh as the boys prepare the futons.
“One, two, three, four...” Yamaguchi counts. “I think we’re missing two more futons.” “Really?” Hinata recounts the futons. “Oh, I’ll go ask for more!” “I’ll come with you Hinata!” Yamaguchi exits the room with Hinata, unintentionally leaving Kageyama and Tsukishima together.
The two not even realizing they were the only ones left in the room, turn to face each other, then turning around to scan the room, only to notice Yamaguchi and Hinata are no longer with them. The tension is intense and super awkward.
They separate, going to opposite sides of the room.
As Tsukishima is about to place his headphones on, he feels a stare from behind him. Turning to see Kageyama staring at him. “What?”
Kageyama turns away immediately. “N-n… Kni.. Knife… N...” “Huh?” “Nothing!” “You should have said it clearly the first time.” Tsukishima glares back before you walk in with Yachi.
“Oh? Where are Yamaguchi and Hinata?” You ask. “Right behind ya! Excuse us” Yamaguchi replies, as Hinata runs in, dropping the futons down. “I told you I could have helped carry one.” Yamaguchi sighs before helping spread the last two futons out.
You turn your attention back to Kageyama, who is in the corner of the room. Making your way over, you squat to him. “Why are you so far away from us Tobio?” Kageyama snaps his head, coming face to face with you. He immediately stands, flustered from the close contact, before you rise up with him, giggling. All while Tsukishima hears your giggles through his headphones.
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As night falls, you lay on your futon, your eyes shut as the sound of rustling keeps you awake.
“Hinata?” You whisper. The rustling stops, as he turns around facing you. “Yeah?” “You okay?” You ask in concern. “I can’t really sleep, did you bring your stationery pouch?” He replies quietly. “Ah” As you reach over to your bag to grab the pouch for him, the lights turn on, waking everyone up.
“Ugh-” “What happened?” “Hinata, what the hell” Tsukishima puts his glasses on, looking up slowly to the boy standing in the middle of the room, facing the five of you.
“Lets play a game!”
“A game?” The three question as Kageyama is still asleep in his futon.
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And this is where you found yourselves, gathered in a circle around the kotatsu.
Hinata makes his way around, handing each person a slip of paper as your pens are spread across the middle of the kotatsu.
“Okay, now everyone grab a pen!” You all grab a pen, waiting for the boy’s instructions.
“In this game, we are going to write down a confession. Then, we are going to fold it, place it in the center of the table, mix it around, and we are all going to take one script!” He says as he plops back down to his seat in excitement. “What are we, 8? This is so stupid” Tsukishima comments before removing the cap of the pen, wanting to get this over with.
Intrigued, you take your pen, resting it above the slip of paper thinking of what to say. You try your best to sneak a peek from your friends’ slips, but you are all spread out a little too far. You put the pen to your chin before your eyes wander to Tsukishima, an idea finally popping to mind.
‘I really like someone in this group, but please keep it a secret.’ You write before folding your paper, being the first to drop it in the center of the table. Tsukishima glances up, giving a low smile seeing you excited, even for such a silly game.
Just as everyone drops their slip on the center of the table, Hinata jumps, swooping the papers up into his hand, and shaking them around if he were rolling dice, before bringing his cupped hands around, asking for everyone to grab a script.
You take one from his palm, waiting for the next instruction. Once Hinata makes his way to everyone, a single slip in his hands he begins. “Ready? Okay, let’s open them!”
You all begin to slowly open your scripts, reading what is written. You freeze as you read yours.
‘I’m in love with Y/n.’
You feel your soul leave your body, immediately looking around between the group of your friends, then to Tsukishima as he keeps his eyes on his.
“Yay! We’re done, okay goodnight” Hinata says before jumping back into the covers of his futon, immediately turning and falling asleep.
The five of you look at the boy in disbelief, before heading to bed.
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You toss and turn in your futon, unable to fall asleep. Slowly getting up, you make your way out to the balcony, shutting the sliding door quietly as you lean on the railing.
Letting out a huff, you gaze up into the sky, resting your head against your arm, not noticing the door sliding open and close.
“What are you going?” You jump, turning around to see Tsukishima standing with his hands in the pockets of his team jacket. Letting out a sigh, you pout as he makes his way over besides you, leaning his back against the railing.
“Don’t scare me like that!” You quietly scold him before turning yourself to the night sky, missing the small smile he gave.
“I couldn’t sleep” You admit, as you rest your chin on your arm again. “That makes two of us” He replies, turning to lean on the railing with you, facing the night sky. “What happened?” You look at him before answering. “Nothing much really, I’m just overthinking.”
Tsukishima stays silent, the guilt still eating him up from the time he had brought you to tears during the Spring Interhigh Finals. Were you just as bothered by this as he was? Has it been keeping you awake restless at night? Did he really do this to you? He wishes, if he could promise to never hurt you again, he wouldn’t waste a second to commit.
But really, you were thinking of the confession you received on the script. You don’t realize how quiet Tsukishima’s been before you ask him. “Why are you still awake?” He looks to you immediately, staring into your eyes before shrugging. “I just felt off” “Off? What’s wrong Tsukki?” You ask concerned. He lets out a sigh, before standing up completely, facing you.
You watch as he gazes down at your features, confused as he takes his hands out from his pockets.
“I’m sorry y/n” He begins, looking straight into your eyes. The look he gives you, is a look of absolute sincerity. You tilt your head, still confused, as you were about to respond he continues. “I’m really sorry about what happened during the Spring Interhigh Finals, in the infirmary.” Your eyes widening, remembering that day.
���I…” He continues, and you listen. “I didn’t mean anything I said. I was very frustrated with the game, and how useless I felt when I had to leave because I let myself get hurt during the match… It’s still honestly, not an excuse to take everything out on you. But after seeing-” He stops himself, his eyes turning away as he was just about to admit his final outburst was due to seeing you in Kageyama’s jersey.
“After seeing?” You question still looking up to him. “After seeing… you… in Kageyama’s jersey…” He mumbles the end as he takes a deep breath looking back to you, completely flustered. You blink, looking down, registering what he just said. ‘After seeing me copy a jerky?’
He takes a step closer to you, “It was the last straw, and I allowed my harsh emotions to drown you.” You turn your attention back to him. “You didn’t deserve that. Especially when you were there for me. When you came to support me, and the team. And, I know it doesn’t look like it at most times, maybe all the time, but, I appreciate you so much. I’m very fortunate to have you in my life, even after so long.” You look up to him. “I’m really sorry y/n.” He finishes, his gaze stuck to you as he awaits your response.
You blink once more, eyes tearing as you give a warm smile. These are one of those very rare moments with Tsukishima you have come to treasure deeply. “I forgive you Tsukishima Kei.”
His eyes widen as his body comes closer, his arms wrapping around you unconsciously. You still, surprised by his action. Before exhaling calmly as you feel the warmth from him around you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you cling to him. Your face pressed into his jacket, mumbling something.
“Huh?” Tsukishima pulls away, his arms still wrapped around you as he looks at you in confusion. “What did you say?” “Can you make me a promise, Tsukki?” He stares, waiting for your request. “Can you promise to never hurt me again?” Not even taking a second to think. “I promise, pipsqueak.”
“You get three strikes, this is your first one” You give a final cheeky smile before muffling your face back into his sweater as he lets out a sigh of relief, placing a hand to the back of your head, bringing his chin to rest above it.
He promises to himself as he holds you close, a smile warming his face.
‘And it will be the last.’
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A/N #2: WAAAA!!! thank you so much again for reading💞 im sorry if tsukki seems a little off, i wanna think tsukki is actually v soft when it comes to emotional and sentimental situations.. at least w the ppl he doesnt mind showing that side to, u kno what i mean?
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ohh!!! i also have one more or 2 exciting news!!!
i have another series wip on the way! once im able to get the prologue and at least plan the next 5 chapters, it’ll be posted!! im so excited bc i love osamu sm pls.. oops i said his name 😳
i also plan for another series but, im still debating whether or not to write it bc, as u can see, i cant write angst for shit let alone write in general how r u guys still here ASDFGHJKL😭
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anyways, i hope to see you in the next chapter!! thank you so much for putting up with my bad grammar and english, i love uuu guys 💖
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chrysalizzm · 4 years ago
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Do you have fic recs or head canons? please ramble for paragraphs im bored and looking for something to read.
oh boy do i have some fic recs for you (and everyone who sees this), my friend! this one is quite long because there are a lot of fics i like and this isn’t all of them, so if you’d like more, you can check out my bookmarks page ^^
The Run and Go by Numanum 
“That’s not fair,” Bad protests. Dream raises an eyebrow at him and jerks his tied hands in emphasis, clearly saying that none of this is fair.
“Look, you keep running! Who runs if they’re not guilty?” Bad challenges, staring him down with obvious distrust from the generous distance of exactly five feet. It’s fair, as much as Dream hates to admit it; it’s not like he’s been the most honest hostage in the past, with all of his escaping and running and framing himself for his own murder, apparently.
“Only the good die young, and only the guilty run,” Technoblade chimes in, holding his own potato and sitting in the snow like it’s not cold at all.
A hot flash of irritation burns through him.
“Someone being chased?” he counters sarcastically, jerking his tied wrists up again to wave them in front of the group. Sapnap laughs so hard that he almost chokes on his potato, but it dies off when Dream gives him an icy stare.
Or: Dream is having a hard time, and the hunter just want to adopt him like a stray puppy that bites you at every opportunity.
multi-chapter, ongoing.
a manhunt with plot-style fic! exquisitely written, visceral in the emotions it evokes. it’s the kind of fic that makes me feel all shaky with anticipation, the kind that i have a physical reaction to; you can’t put it down.
pain. all-consuming pain. this one feels bad, man
and as he fell (you walked away) by Teahound
Once upon a time, there were three hunters.
They were good at what they did. If you wanted something-- or better yet, someone-- found, discovered, or destroyed, they were the people you asked. They didn’t have much to their name, besides a formidable reputation, but they were a team, and that was enough for them.
Once upon a time, there was a king in the forest.
He wore a mask, but it didn’t matter. That deep in the forest, in a hidden fortress, buried behind leaves and monsters and broken stone, no one could see his face anyway. He had been there a very long time, and he was alone.
Being a king can be a very lonely thing. So one day, the king left the fortress.
A Minecraft manhunt AU, with a fantasy twist. Dream is a cryptid, and Hunters are idiots.
multi-chapter (11), complete.
tea’s fic!! a manhunt-with-plot fic, featuring a forest spirit dream and circumstantial hunters and friendships that feel both intensely real and desperately melancholy because they can’t last.
or can they?
The Real World by Cinammonzoa and Fire_Fly464
"Ten, paces fire!"
Time stopped.
Tommy’s entire body went numb. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but his body was determined to keep him silent. His vision went dark, and he could no longer feel his headphones over his ears. The mouse in his hand. The slight breeze of his ceiling fan. For a few seconds, he couldn’t feel anything.
His senses came back to him all at once. The first thing Tommy noticed was the weight in his right hand -- a bow. His nostrils stung with the lingering scent of gunpowder. In front of him was a masked figure. Their right arm was bent, their elbow by their face. In their left hand was a bow, aiming directly at--
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Aka Dream and Tommy get transported into the SMP world and have no idea what the fuck is happening
multi-chapter (23), complete
you’ve probably seen this one if you haunt the video blogging rpf/minecraft tags of ao3 often! an irl!dream and tommy replace their smp counterparts type of beat, very upbeat in dynamic and fun to keep pace with, great read.
staying alive (though the city is dead) by Alice_Not_In_Wonderland
"Damned if you do, damned if you don't," Schlatt smirks, his words lilting, almost song-like. His eyes seem to glow brighter. "Tell me, Dream, when did you realize that you could talk and talk and talk and no one would ever believe you?"
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or: if dream's damned to be a villain in every story he's in, then he's going to show them exactly how much of one he can be
one-shot, complete.
the gratuitous greek mythology references are truly everything and this fic is such a good dissection of dream and schlatt’s motivations and how their goals intersect, and dream’s likening to cassandra really hits different 
Green & Gold by HognoseSnake
George’s legs ached.
His lungs felt tight and too small.
His breath was loud in his ears.
His pack bounced uncomfortably on his shoulders.
George, homeless and adrift, is an outlaw of the Mad King's reign. He'd spent the last two months being hunted across the wilderness at the fringe of society by a ruthless killer in a smiling mask and bright green coat. This, he understood.
What he didn't understand is why such a ruthless killer kept letting him go.
multi-chapter (8), complete. sequel ongoing.
a breathtaking pseudo-manhunt-with-plot fic, with george and dream running from a kingdom that wants them dead for perceived transgressions. this shit hurted, and the sequel hurts even worse ;-; snake please i beg
We’re Only Young series by ImperialKatwala
It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.
collection of both one-shots and ongoing multi-chapter fics.
((bangs on table)) please read this series it is dream and techno friendship fics that alternate between lighthearted and heartwrenchingly comforting and imperialkatwala’s characterisation of them and their respective groups of family and friends is so frickin’ good i read this series when i’m not having a good day and it never fails to make me crack a smile
kept promises and old ruins and names carved into stone by verecundiam
"Would you... would you want to stay here?" Bad wrings his hands, looking away. "Like, like actually stay? I know it's not, ah, not exactly comfortable, or all that homey, but I don't want you two to get hurt out there on your own, and I just... I think maybe you could stay? If you want?"
"That sounds nice," Sapnap says, because it does.
(Or: How four kids managed to build a family, against all odds.)
one-shot, complete.
muffinteers found family that makes me want to go to the smp writers and beg it to be made canon. unbelievably soft yet excellent at parsing out the younger counterparts of the four and creating backgrounds that feasibly form them into the people they grow up to be.
in the age of icons by BananasofThorns
“Yeah, keep digging,” Tommy crows.
The pickaxe hesitates on the downswing. The air shifts; Dream’s aura bursts into visibility, brilliant green and jagged. Ozone hums on Techno’s tongue and Bad stutters in the middle of his sentence. Up on the wall, silhouetted by the sun, Dream stands frozen and furious.
L'manberg messes with something it shouldn't. Techno watches the repercussions and tries not to laugh.
one-shot, complete.
i love deity aus (figures, i wrote one myself akjdfh), and this one hits. there’s something exquisitely delicate about how dream and the repercussions his godhood both on himself and on the people who are exposed to him in that moment of unbridled rage.
that's how we keep going (we make the best of things) by lieyuu
[ i can’t decide if this is heaven or hell. the walls keep closing in and we’re running out of space, but you’re pretty cute ]
“So, do you want to build a flower shop, a cottage, or a coffee shop?” Puffy asks, smiling like just Niki’s presence is enough to light up her world.
Niki looks at her, thinks, I want to bend nature to my will and weave tapestries in your name, says, “I think I might like the flower shop best.”
one-shot, complete.
a niki/puffy fic that crushed me in its hands in just six hundred words.  the delicate love and wonder and beauty of this fic killed me softly and i welcomed it. it’s girls in love rendered by lieyuu’s masterful hand, what more could you want
i need it to be known that as i was typing up my thoughts midnight love by girl in red started playing from my playlist if that’s not a shining endorsement i don’t know what is
did i ruin the moment? by itisjosh
Ranboo drags himself through the snow, burn wounds going up and down his body. His suit is crumpled, half of it discarded as he crawls along the ground. His eyes are firmly pressed shut, and he refuses to open them, just in case he sees him, Dream, again. Ranboo sobs as the snow melts on his skin, the water scalding him as it trickles down his arms and chest.
one-shot, complete.
it’s character death, i do need to put it out there because it felt like i was punched in the stomach at the end even though i knew. josh knows exactly how to drag his readers kicking and screaming into angst hell, as always - a ranboo is rescued by phil fic wherein ranboo ends up convincing himself that the only reason for his presence in the nearly-empty anarchist commune is because phil sees him as a placeholder for his sons ;-; pain
Frame The Halves, And Call Them Brothers by MusicallyActive
"Let's go!" Quackity roared. "Let's fucking go!"
The anvil dropped, and Techno reached for his totem of undying. This was going to hurt like a bitch.
Phil screamed something, and instantly a crushing force struck Technoblade's skull. It rattled him to the core, doused his vision in red, and then all he knew was black.
He gasped awake moments later to the sound of his communicator pinging softly at his bedside table, and when Technoblade opened his eyes, New L'manburg was nowhere in sight.
one-shot, complete.
a techno timeloop fic that shows off the unintentional cruelty of the children who run l’manberg and techno’s own inability to allow the people he tries so hard not to love to come to harm. techno’s rendered in painstaking detail; this one was cathartic in the best way.
on i go (move to move) by Aenqa
If you ask someone whether they’ve ever experienced real, severe physical pain, you’ll learn a lot from their response.
Techno knows what it means to be in pain. He’s accepted it as a necessary consequence of keeping his family safe. But when the pain he's experiencing starts to become too much to bear alone, it takes his family to show him what it might mean to feel better.
one-shot, complete.
chronic pain fic featuring sbi!! it’s really good - aenqa wrote chronic pain well, and incorporated respawn mechanics into it well, and the dynamic between sbi is impeccable.
Yellow and Blue and- by nic_takes_Ls (nic_L)
It’s another gorgeous day in New L’Manberg. Tubbo’s stilted streets of deep toned spruce and honey-touched oaks are warm under his feet from the sun, and a sign and a small banner proclaim the country’s name in front of his face. Wilbur is so happy to let the ‘L’ roll of his tongue as he says it, ‘Manberg’ was harsh and too guttural, but the two extra syllables make it something that could fit on a melody, a four-note beat he could set the pace of his unbeating heart to.
The citizens of New L’Manberg track him with cautious eyes at first, until Tubbo changes his eyes to slightly sad ones, listening along to Wilbur’s rambles, warming up to the truly soot-grey sight of his face and sunshine yellow of his ever-present sweater. The rest of the population soon follow, laughing at Wilbur’s strange innocence and telling him what he’s done with only a little bit of spite in a pitying mask and fixing their mouths in a line when he suddenly forgets what he’s doing or stares into space or laughs at nothing.
But all the people who get sad when Wilbur starts laughing after shock-still silence are dumb.
Because Wilbur’s not laughing at nothing.
one-shot, complete.
a ghostbur fic from quite early on! it includes references to wilbur and schlatt’s older videos/smp experiences and has a super interesting take on the nature of wilbur’s amnesia i enjoyed this fic a lot ^^
east of eden series by subwaywalls
Philza protects his home.
(An angel with a singing blade of fire guards the gates to paradise.)
two one-shots, one ongoing multi-chapter fic.
READ IT READ IT READ IT. the eoe series is exquisite in both content and presentation, centering around sbi and the powers they all respectively have but also bringing in people like grian and dream, and subwaywalls is a master of packaging her words ever so delicately to create an experience that is ethereal.
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thespiantherepist · 4 years ago
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Lend me your song
Little Mermaid AU || Dabi x reader
Synopsis: You save a beautiful stranger from the sea. But after your fathers grant you permission to reach the surface you realise that it might have been a bad idea.
Everyday you traveled the sea. Your fathers in toe, singing songs of the sea to all of the animals in the waters.
You would occasionally play around with sailors from the area. Waving to them and playing catch with small barrels from the shore.
Your life was perfection. Throughout the years you had collected statues from lovelorn lackeys. Pearls from female admirers. Toys, knick knacks, and wrapped treats from children. You felt s(h)el(l)fish, you wanted more. To go up, and waltz with a prince on the sand.
"Why didnt you tell me sooner baby? I would've totally prepared a few spells for you!" Said your father loudly, blonde hair swirling behind him. Following him like snakes as he ran to go get vials of liquids.
You irked an eyebrow at your other dad who had your little sister in his tanned arms. He just rolled his eyes a bit.
"How much you wanna bet he's gonna screw up, and turn you into a frog?" Your brother, Shinsou pressed to annoy you.
"Shut your hole ink face." You growled pushing his face over.
"Guys dont fight please," Mirio said, pulling you both in to hug each other.
"Gross!"
"Eww, hes slimy!"
"Ill bite you."
"Square up bitch Im into that shit."
"Both of you stop fighting," Aizawa said exasperated, as Eri clung unto his neck.
"All of my spells have been sucessful so far, dont worry baby. However as in everything there is a side effect to it. You see you can breathe, and talk above water, but if you leave youll start burning."
You flinched from your awkward position in your brothers arms. Shinsou hissed at the thought as well, forcing his own arm around you.
"The other potions take a couple days, but at least with this you'll be able to see the humans better." You were intruiged.
"Oi, so, whys the potion to make me a human need more potions with it?" You asked swimming towards your dad.
"The same reason your dad needs to wear that enchanted seaweed, to help him breathe."
You scratched your neck, looking at the ex-pirate in awe. He just shrugged.
"Appearently it was a very itchy process for him, but I heard it was painful for Merfolk."
Your father swam around collecting different items.
"The potion to make you human should kick in, in a few hours." He said handing out a pink bottle to you.
"When the sun goes down though, jump right back into the sea, from the land. Or you'll feel like you're stepping on glass ya dig?"
You nodded quickly, taking the vial, and downing it fast. It tasted rank but it was worth it.
Shinsou eyed you with dissatisfaction.
"Promise us youll come back."
"I will, dont worry."
With that you took off, blazing through the water at a lightning fast speed. It was already close to the morning. However the kingdom that sat on the edge of the coast was ablaze with life. A party that started raging, signaling the crowning of Prince Shoto.
You smiled, swimming towards the mainland as fast as your fins could take you.
Bright rays of early morning light shimmered off your skin, reflecting greens, and blues that hid beneath your natural pigment.
You had felt the breeze whip across your head. You were finally going to see the land. If not but for one day.
You heard screams, and stopped in your tracks. Turning around you looked for the source. Back in the distance there was a ship.
It was a red morning.
You knew how the ship crashed.
The large, destructive vessel that wrecked havoc on the ecosystem.
Yet.
You swam faster than you thought your fins would take you.
You felt a cold sensation down your scales, as you slowed. Nearly everyone who hadn't caught onto the razor sharp jetties had drowned. All within a matter of seconds.
Within the water you found one survivor no one seemed to notice.
A raven haired man with a range of dark purpke tattoos splayed across his face.
It was a strange sight, to be sure.
However you had to push on.
Grabbing the man, you heaved him over your shoulder, holding him as high above the water as you possibly could.
You zipped across the water, out towards the, 'Pirates Cove.' It was an abandoned cove, due to rumors spreading of hauntings.
Which was partially your fault.
Well, your friends and you.
You layed the beautiful stranger down on the pillowy white sand. Stroking his ocean slicked hair to the side.
The piercings on his face amazed you with their lusterful rainbow of colours. They shimmered like pure pearls in the sunlight.
You knew he was alive, and breathing.
So you decided to wait until he woke up.
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mbakuetshurisprincess · 5 years ago
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Destiny Series
AN: Yall... I’m soo shocked how quickly yall are fucking with that mood board like actually soo shocked. I was going to do Egyptian gods cause when I was younger I read the Kane Chronicles and I fell in love with Egyptian mythology and their gods BUT I feel like more people know Greek gods and it’s easier to like deal with Greek gods family tree vs Egyptian because whew chileeee that would of been a mess. BIG BIG BIG ups to @chaneajoyyy​ for a. proofreading and catching the little errors and for supporting me. 
Summary: On May 14th a god or goddess picks someone to take their place in the following years, when T’challa invites everyone in your graduating class to his house for a Chaining day party chaos ensues and relationships get tested.
Pairing: Erik x reader
Warnings: cussing, light smut like literally  I don’t wanna call it smut because it’s so light. 
Word count: 2,111
It was May 14th and the eve of arguably the most important day of your life, chaining day. Chaining day was a right of passage that had been happening since before you or any other Wakandan had been alive, chaining day was the day in which the gods and goddesses came down to earth and selected who was going to fill their position as that specific next god in the next years. Chaining day only occurred once every three generations and it happened that it fell upon you and your peers. You laid on your bedroom floor while your two best friends Makyla and Aaron sat across from you in bean bag chairs.
“I just don’t get why you're not excited Y/N” Makyla said nonchalantly, “I can’t wait to figure out which god chose me! I hope it someone like Hera or Aphrodite. They would suit me don’t you think?” 
“Your annoying ass deserves Hestia” Aaron mumbled under his breath earning him a firm slap on his arm.
You sat up from your floor and took a slow breath in and exhaled. “I just don’t get why it falls onto US, like why can’t the gods choose someone who wants to be a god not a normal person who just wants to live and die and get this shit over with.”
Aaron rolled his eyes “You're just worried that you and Erik’s gods won’t be together and some other girl will have him”
“HA” you laughed out sarcastically “That punk ass nigga can get whatever trick ass whore wants him, we are over and I dont give a flying fuck who gets him”
The room got silent because that lie and everyone in the room knew it, you and Erik never went into full relationship territory just comments under each others posts and his constant flirting with you. But it all ended when he posted a photo with a girls arms wrapped around his shoulders and a blunt in his hand and the caption “all the bitches fuckin with me, its like im the god of pussy or sum..” That was the last straw, and you hadn’t actually spoken to him since you’d seen that post go up.
“Can we go now y'all?” Makyla asked “I want to get to T’challa’s party early and get a good spot for chaining time”
“Are you sure we have to go? We could just stay in and watch a movie until chaining time” you lay your head back down onto your plush carpet and squeezed your eyes shut. You heard movement above you and opened to see Aaron and Makyla standing over you an annoyed look on their faces.
“Fine, fine!” you grumbled outstretching one of your hands out signalling for one of them to help you up, Aaron groaned and grabbed your hand pulling you off the ground. You walked over to your closet, you pulled out a pair of light wash ripped jeans, a white cropped t-shirt and a multi colored nike windbreaker. To emphasize the fact that you didn’t want to go you groaned and moaned while putting on your clothes.
“Keep playing Erik’s gonna give you something to moan about” Makyla said under her breath causing Aaron and her to bust out into a fit of laughter, you turned your head to them and gave them a look that shot daggers.
By the time you got to T’challa’s house you were reminded of why you didn't want to go to his chaining day party and your reason was sitting right at the front door like some self righteous bouncer. You thought if you ducked and hid in between Makyla and Aaron he wouldn’t spot you, but of course he did.
“Woah woah woah lil mama where do you think you're going” Erik’s arm had snaked in between your friends and grabbed you out from in between them. You looked up at your friends with pleading eyes practically begging them to help you out which caused Erik to laugh. “Nah nah ma, your friends can’t help you now, you've been ignoring me and I wanna know why.”
You looked around and noticed a few familiar faces, he wanted to embarrass you in front of your friends? And make a lesson out of you for his other bitches, not today.
You looked down at your arm and back up at him “Nigga I don’t owe you shit.” you snateched your arm from his hand and folded them across your exposed midriff.
A chorus of “Ooo’s” erupted from the small crowd that had developed.
Erik smiled and licked his lips “I asked you a question Y/N and I’m telling you to answer it right fucking now before it gets bad for you.”
You cocked your eyebrow up at him, oh so he thought you were playing?
“Nigga I gave you my answer, you don’t need anything else from me. Now excuse me I’ve got a party to attend” You smirked up at him and waved your finger signaling for him to move out of your way. You had him beat, you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
“Last chance Y/N before I embarrass you in front of all of these fucking people and I swear to god I will”
You batted your eyes up at Erik innocently and your hands found the collar of his shirt. “Oh no baby boy” you wiped some dust off of his shoulder “I think I just embarrassed you”
You tried to walk away, you had won that fight fair and square and everyone in T’challa’s yard knew it or so you thought. Until you felt strong arms wrap around you calf's and felt you world flip upside down.
“ERIK!” You screamed out hitting his back with an array of punches in varying strengths.
The yard erupted into laughter as Erik walked you through the front door, you caught Makyla’s eye as Erik walked you up the stairs still slung over his shoulder. When he got up to one of the guest bedrooms he plopped you on the bed and locked the door behind himself, when he walked back over to you, you shot him a deathly stare.
“What the fuck was that Y/N?”
“What the hell is posting other bitches Erik? Hmm?” 
You dug your phone out of you pocket and pulled out his instagram, instantly finding the photo you were looking for “all the bitches fuckin with me, its like im the god of pussy or sum.” you mocked his tone.
Erik plopped down on the bed next to you “man this why you been ignorning me for the past two weeks” Erik paused “I thought you had found another nigga ma”
You laid your head back onto the bed and laughed lightly “No Erik I haven’t found another nigga, its just been me sitting around looking stuck waiting for you when you obviously hadn’t been doing the same.”
“It’s not even like that ma, that’s Vannah, you know her and M’baku were going through something and she asked me to take the picture with her and post it to get him mad. They got back together tonight and I was taking it down tomorrow. I can show you the texts to prove it” Erik pulled out his phone and showed you the texts between him and Vannah and her begging and him finally agreeing after she agreed to buy his alcohol for a month.
“Fine I GUESS I’m done being mad at you.” you poked your bottom lip out at him in a mock pout.
“You better stop poking that lip out before I bite it baby girl” Erik rolled you over on top of him forcing you to straddle him,with his hands resting on your ass. “Fuck I can’t wait to tear this shit up ma” his hand smacked your ass roughly “I’ma give you back shots so hard you're gonna feel that shit all week I’m gonna have you-”
Erik was interrupted by counting below you.
“Fuck” you said getting of of his lap “It’s almost time”
 10
“Turn off the lights ma”
9
“Who do you think your gonna get Erik”
8
“I dunno but if I get stuck with some bitch ass mother fucker I’m killing whoever got Zeus”
7
“I want someone calm, someone who does their job and stays out of any drama”
6
“Give me your hands Erik”
5
“I got love for you baby girl, you know that?” Even in the darkness you could see his brown eyes pierce your soul.
4
“Promise to stay friends no matter what happens”
3
“We will stay friends no matter what happens Y/N” he squeezed your hands lightly
2
“I love you Erik Stevens”
1
That was the last thing you remember hearing before a bright white light flashed in front of you, so bright you let go of Erik’s hands to shield your eyes. In a few moments it dimmed.
“My child” a voice called at you
You looked around for the source of the voice and found a strong willow tree waving in the wind, you walked towards it and felt the plush green grass beneath your feet, it felt softer than anything you had ever felt. 
“Sit” the tree told you softly you could make out eyes, nose and mouth in its brown bark.
“Persphone” the words fell out of your mouth without you even knowing they were coming.
She smiled at you transforming before your eyes from a tree into a beautiful black woman, her curves filled out her chiton you noticed her outfit matched yours but she wore it much better.
“Come here” she opened her arm to you and stood up and ran into them burying your face in her chest tears flowing down your face. It didn't hit you until now of her story and what happened, she fell for Hades, a forbidden love and then for the rest of her life spent half of her life with the people she loved and the other half of the year with the man that she hated how much she loved him.
She stroked you curly hair and spoke soothing words to you “I know this is not the outcome you were expecting by I have gifted you a ability”
 You pulled your head off of her and looked up at Persephone tears still threatening to spill out of your eyes. 
“Open your arm”
You obliged her and held your left arm out for her, you noticed a small tattoo outline of a plant.
“Touch it”
You followed her instructions and out of thin air a small plant was in your hand, you immediately recognized it as a venus fly trap similar to the one that grew on your window sill. 
“Anywhere that you walk plants will grow underneath you as long as your on the floor of a building it doesn't matter how many layers on concretes are in between you. Plants will grow” She caressed your cheek in her hand. A gong rang out and you looked up at Persephone, your eyes pleading for some kind of answers or help.
“What am I supposed to do? You have to help me please!” you felt a pulling on your waist as if you were attached to a rope and the other end was pulling you back in.
“Do not fight it Y/N destiny is destiny and you are destined to be with Hades” and with those last words the bright white light flashed again and you covered your eyes. You felt like you were falling but quickly you realized you were back at T'challa's house in the same room that you had been in before with Erik, however he wasn't here now. But when you speak of the devil he shall appear and like clockwork blue flames were produced around a body, you could hear what sounded like a large dog barking and then it all went away, you squeeze your eyes shut not sure what to expect. You heard a familiar chuckle in front of you and you immediately opened your eyes and started at the bottom up. Black tims paired with black jeans and no shirt you studied the person's chest in front of you which now held thousands of tiny scars, a fur coat draped his bare chest his left hand holding a ball of what looked like fire. You finally met his eyes, dark but with a hint of fire in them.
“Wh-who” you barely managed to get it out before a smirk formed across Erik’s face.
“Hades, god of the underworld”
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crowsent · 5 years ago
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RULES: Answer these 20 questions and tag 20 other bloggers you want to get to know better IF YOU WANT TO
fair warning i came back from a really really fun night. its 8am and im still sleepy as shit so
1. Name: Salt, LOSAS, or Crownonumous. not my name technically but its what im called here
2. Nicknames: NaCl, Crow-senpai (by someone on ao3 and i want you to know random commenter that the nickname is a one-shot kill. i mcfucking lost my marbles when i read that)
3. Zodiac Sign: gemini
4. Height: 5"0 even
5. Languages: in order of proficiency; tagalog, english, japanese (cant read tho), castilian spanish, french (cant pronounce it for shit tho), several others im not fluent enough to mention 
6. Nationality: asian. specifically filipino-chinese 50-50
7. Favourite Season: winter. i live in texas so its hot as balls here. ill take whatever coldness i can get
8. Favourite Flower: tie between gumamelas and sampaguitas. dunno the english name for these
9. Favourite Scent: my father burns incense. the kind found in buddhist temples with a little smokey tang to it. its not smokey enough to trigger my panic response so im like it. also fond of the smell of tea, specifically jasmine
10. Favourite Colour: navy blue
11. Favourite Animal: fav is C. macrorhynchos but only by a margin bc A. hispida is a close second. honestly i think i only like C. macrorhynchos more is bc i used to see em a lot. they are adorable babies and im sad that there arent any in america. the closest animal i get here is C. brachyrhynchos which is similar, but not quite the same. i have never seen A. hispida in person but holy shit they are v beautiful
12. Favourite Fictional Character(s): cant do that. im a fickle and capricious bastard. i dont know
13. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot tea with 1 tsp of honey. we have actual tea leaves in a cannister to brew. i think the ones we have rn are oolong and two different kinds of green tea
14. Average Sleep Hours: if you mean “what time do you sleep” the answer is whenever my brain gets tired bc its a heartless bitch who has never heard of consistency. if you mean “how long do you sleep” the answer is anywhere from 2 hours to 37 hours. it depends. i can function with 2 hr sleep. i can also still feel tired after 37 hours. i dont want to do math so dunno what the “average” of that is
15. Dog or cat person: i like cats more, but ive only ever had dogs. if given the choice for a pet tho id go with a snake. thamnophis or lampropeltis probably. they are ADORABLE
16. Number of Blankets You Sleep With: i dont have a blanket. i have a bedsheet i use as a blanket. bc i overheat too much
17. Dream Trip: i dont like traveling much. i hate planes, and i hate airport security even more bc they take one look at my brown ass and decide to random check me every time and that kickstarts my anxiety something fierce. but like. i wouldnt say no to a trip to the zigong museum
18. Blog Established: for my main, it was late 2018. for my side mid 2019.
19. Followers: main and side have different follower counts so
20. Random Fact: i am a pathological liar. i cannot change this. feel free to ask me if im lying to you bc *i do not notice when i lie* and i will not be offended if you ask me if im bullshitting you but thats a well known fact about me so if you want something weirder and less-known, i took art as an elective in highschool.
my teacher during 3rd and 4th year of highschool was a really chill man and a great teacher who let me submit digital artwork if our assignment allowed it. one of the digital art i turned in was of 2 visibly feminine figures dancing. romantically. its a waltz. i drew two lesbians waltzing. teacher printed it out bc he was required to, and he returned it to me when the school year was done. we have that lesbian painting in our home. my mother hung that lesbian painting in our foyer. she said that they ‘seemed like good friends’ when she hung it up and i still havent recovered from that.
das it. im done. again, yaint obligated to do this if yall dont wan
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1-1snailxd-art · 5 years ago
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The Shield to your Sword
Masterlist ———- Chapter 4
Warnings: swearing, crude humour?, suicide implied in a statement, blind character, mild injury, discomfort around abuser (please message me if more need to be added)
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Summary: Different places. Different people. Though they are all connected.
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Just FYI, I’m uploading this on my iPad and without my normal spelling/grammar checks so sorry for any mistakes in advance.
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Chapter 5 - The views of many 
The forest looked peaceful from the tower window. The view could almost be considered beautiful if it wasn’t for the fact that it was forced, and the viewers had been condemned to look at it for the past 4 years.
Wind caused Snake’s hair to shift in front of his eyes, and he was quick to swipe it away and slick it flat into place. Pushing away from the windowsill with a sigh, he looked down at the tattered rags he called clothes; rough thread-pulled pieces of brown and grey fabric stitched together and scratched against his skin. It was hard to see himself in these clothes, compared to what he wore in his astral form. He wished he could spend all his time outside of his tower prison but shifting into astral or animal form was a risky process.
  With a sigh, Snake scratched at his yellow scales and turned to look at the still figure on the bed in the rooms centre. They had been out for almost 5 hours and he was beginning to worry that something had gone wrong. As if on cue, the man jolted upright with a gasp; arms flailing around as tears streamed from grey eyes.
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*click here to give some love to Firefly for their wonderful art of Snake* 
“Snake? Snake?”
It took two steps and Snake was by his side, grabbing their hands and pulling them up to his face. “I’m here. It’s okay. You’re back.”
Vacant eyes stared ahead as the man ran his fingers across Snake’s face, feeling the change from skin to scales and scales to skin, before accepting it was his friend and slumping heavily against them.
“You were gone for a long time,” Snake held the man close and as he tried to catch his breath, “Did you learn anything?”
Nodding, he kept his head pressed against Snake’s chest; long grey hairs falling across his eyes.
“Did you find your brother?” There was another nod and they burst into sobs again. “Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay. Everything is okay, Spirit.”
Though they were lies, he knew the words would help Spirit calm down and he desperately needed news before their captor arrived. Stroking his grey hair, Snake hummed softly until Spirit’s breathing calmed slightly.
  “I-I-I got to s-s-see Logan a-again.” Spirit smiled recalling their face and the feeling of their magic healing his leg.
“Are they okay?”
“Yes.” He nodded against Snake’s chest and wiped the tears away from his cheeks. “They looked healthy and happy and the forest was immaculate.”
“I’m glad to hear that. What else did you learn?”
The smile faded from Spirit’s face. “Virgil.”
“What!” Snake fruitlessly pushed Spirit back to look at their face clearly. “Virgil was there?”
Silent tears fell again as Spirit shook his head. “He wasn’t there. Logan only spoke of him, and it didn’t sound good. They worry they won’t get to him in time. Someone is already hurting him, Snake, and all I could do was cry and run away. I’m sorry. I should have done more.”
“No, no, no,” pulling him close again, Snake rocked slowly to quell their sobs. “I’m sorry. I need to do more. And I promise I will. We will stop your vision from coming to light. You have my word.”
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  In a puff of black smoke, the crow appeared inside an unlit fireplace with a squawk and ruffled feathers. Flying out, the bird perched on the edge of a chair as a man burst through the door dressed in a green blouse with black lace trimmings and purple eyeshadow ringing his eyes.
“Squawk squawk birdie!” he cried, dancing over to the bobbing bird. “What has been done? Something fun I hope.”
Cawing and bouncing its head, the bird watched as the man mimicked the action before running out the door with flapping arms. Pausing briefly to shake its head, the bird took off to follow the man down the stone halls.
  A wooden door burst open, slamming against the wall with a shower of dust as the man spun into the room and stopped with a bow in front of the rooms two occupants.
He smirked up at the tired looking man and disgusted woman, wiggling his upper lip to make his obviously fake moustache wiggle.
“Hellooooooooooooo, lady and germ.”
“Who is this?” The woman asked, screwing up her face at the scene before them.
“I’m what the cat drags in.” He replied, rising back up to his normal height. “And who are you? The monkey’s uncle?”
The woman fumed and the gentleman beside her sighed in exasperation. “That will do, Remus. Wren, you are excused.”
“Oh, I thought someone farted, but I didn’t want to point fingers at anyone.” Remus giggled, fanning his nose as the woman huffed and stormed out. “See ya, stinky.”
“Shut up, Remus, and bring me the bird.”
“Sure. Fresh or fried?”
“Remus!” The man demanded, fixing them with an angered gaze.
 “Fried it is.”
Clapping and hopping on the spot, Remus scanned the room and spotted the crow sitting on an upper rafter. With a giggle, he summoned a flaming dagger and threw it towards the bird; singeing its feathers as it fell from its perch and into his awaiting hands.
“One magic fried birdie for the wicked old hag.”
  A glass spine slid into Remus’s shoulder, producing only a widening smile in reaction.
“Stab me harder, daddy,” he laughed and lit his eyes up green to match that of the crow in his hands.
“What do you see?” The man growled, pushing the spine deeper into the others shoulder.
“Wow, oh sweet sheep suckling on sweet corn, this is goooood.”
“Speak, simpleton!”
“Wellll, my brothers got himself a hot little boy toy to play with. I mean, 10 out of 10 I would do him on hard gravel. Such a wasted opportunity for my innocent sibling. He’s practically naked and he’s just rubbing his arm. Rub lower, brother. Kiss ‘im! Tear his pants of and suck that-“
“Remus!” A second spine struck his other shoulder as the man roared. “I’m not interested in learning about your sexual fantasies. Facts only.”
“Calm ya farm; big dog bro is being let off the leash. No babysitters anymore. Got his big boy pants on and taking some time outside alone.”
“And Thomas? Any news on the artefact?”
“Hmmm, don’t know, don’t care.” Eyes returning to normal, Remus shrugged, and glass quickly passed his face and sliced a fine line along his cheek. “Shame your wit isn’t as sharp as your glass, Leon.”
“Maybe I should just kill you and shut that trap of yours permanently.” A thick glass blade slid from their wrist and pressed against Remus’s throat.
“Go ahead, oh ancient one. I really don’t mind. I’ll even start you off,” he lent against the blade, eyes daring Leon to go through with the action. “But what would you do without me, I wonder.”
  Both men remained locked in eye contact; a trail of red colouring the clear glass against Remus’s throat. With a squawk, the crow flapped out of Remus’s loosening grip and began snapping at Leon’s hand, causing him to recoil before any skin was broken. Laughing, Remus removed the spines from his shoulders and smashed them on the stone floor with great glee.
“Such a shame, master.” The crow perched on his shoulder, and Remus carefully removed the scroll from its leg. “Knight still had some special stuff left over from our little rat.”
Leon looked confused, but realisation dawned on him as he read the scroll Remus had offered.
“Shame to lose our eyes on the inside.”
“Oh, don’t worry; Knight will still make trips and the only squeaks the rat will make is when he’s opening those pearly gates.”
“I hope your word is true.”
“I’m not one to be trusted at all, Dark one, and you know it.”
“Indeed,” Leon turned and walked over to a metal table to pour themselves a glass of amber liquid. “Unfortunately, that is what makes you the most trustworthy, Remus.”
“Flattery will get you know where, sir. I’ve seen the package you are working with and I am not interested.”
“You are excused, Remus.” They groaned, downing the glass and massaging their temples as Remus released a loud fart.
“Why, thank you for that honour.” The drinking glass struck the back of Remus’s head as he ran from the room; crow flapping alongside the wide-eyed man. “And they say I have a twisted and sadistic mind.”
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  The dining room had a calm feel despite Val’s fingers nervously strumming a guitar in time with her performing partner. From the moment she entered the room, she knew tonight was going to be tense from the King’s stiff demeanour alone; Virgil also wary and sitting perfectly straight in his chair. In stark contrast to everyone else, Roman was glowing; smile never faltering as the Queen entered and took her seat to the King’s right.
“Pleasure to join you for a meal again,” Alexandra nodded at her husband and son before noticing Virgil’s placement at the far end of the table. “Are we expecting more company?”
“Not this evening, my dear,” The King gestured for the staff to begin the service. “I thought it best not to risk a large audience while you are still unwell.”
“If that is the case, then Virgil,” the Queen gestured to the seat beside her, “would you please move closer. It seems unfair to be seated so far away from the conversation.”
After watching for the King’s slight nod of approval, Virgil stood and relocated to the position beside the Queen.
“Thank you, my Queen.”
“Oh, please Virgil. Those formalities are not required during a basic dinner, right Rupert?” Virgil swore he could see the disgust flair in the King’s eyes before he nodded.
“Of course. Virgil knows that he doesn’t have to be so formal during dinner.”
Virgil was about to apologise when Roman let out a breathy laugh. “He is always formal at dinner, Mother. Don’t dwell on it too much.”
Joining Roman’s laugh, Alexandra reached around to give Virgil’s back a loving rub; noticing how he stiffened at the action.
“You have always been such a well-mannered boy. If only manners came as easily to Roman as they had to you.”
“Hey,” The Prince whined, “I got better.”
“You did,” she giggled, “after Virgil joined our family. That truly was the best decision I made for us.”
“I second that,” Roman declared; raising his goblet of wine in agreement.
“Thank you…” the King’s gaze sharpened, and Virgil swallowed to dispel the rising bile in his throat. “Mother.”
Satisfied, Alexandra returned her hand to her lap and sat back as the staff entered to serve the meal.
  The dinner shifted into silence as the group ate, Val keeping a watchful eye on the King as he glanced at Virgil’s slowly clearing plate. Tired of the silence, Roman cleared his throat and started talking between mouthfuls of food.
“So, father has given Virgil and I permission to venture beyond the city unescorted and take on more advanced missions.”
“That sounds exciting,” Alexandra breathed deeply, reaching for her water to clear her throat. “What are your plans now, boys?”
“Well,” raising his elbows to rest them on the table, Roman placed his hands together and rested his chin on top. “I have a few ideas. First, I just want to take Stella out for a good long ride. Then, I absolutely must take Virgil to see the Guardian Falls - oh - and possibly visit the village he’s from too. Beyond that, it comes down to what other missions Father decides to assign us to.”
“Well…that sounds wonderful.”
Val’s brow furrowed as she noticed how the Queen’s face dropped at the mention of Virgil’s village. She made note to talk to him about it at a later point and returned her observations to the King.
“And what have you been up to, Virgil?” Adjusting her position, Alexandra turned in her chair to get a better look at her adoptive son.
“Nothing of interest, Mother.” The lie was sour on his tongue as his mind pulled his recent torments to the surface. “I’m sure Roman, on the other hand, has much more to tell you.”
Deflated, Alexandra returned her attention to Roman as he thought of what to talk about. His mind ran through possible ideas, but he gathered that Virgil wasn’t in a storytelling mood and didn’t want to talk about anything that involved him.
  “Well, I did have a crazy dream last night about a dark sorcerer.”
The King and Queen straightened in their chairs simultaneously at the mention of the sorcerer.
“You didn’t mention that this morning.”
Roman shrugged at the King’s statement, “I didn’t think it was important or anything. It was just a dream anyway. This snake faced guy droned on about me being arrogant and meeting the same fate as my brother; which is all utterly ridiculous, I’m sure you would agree.”
Fear gripped Alexandra’s chest as the memory of the fates warning returned to the forefront of her mind; reaching for Rupert’s hand under the table to hold for comfort.
“Yes,” Rupert accepted Alexandra’s secret hand and took a long drink from his glass. “I’m sure it was nothing but a ridiculous dream, Roman. No sorcerer would be close enough to perform such mind trickery; I have made sure of that.”
“Yeah, and I don’t believe in the fates, so they hold no power over me regardless.”
“Don’t ignore all of the fates warnings, Roman,” his mother warned, “not all their words are untrustworthy.”
“Your mother has a point. When you are King the fates will seek you out more and you will need to consider their words carefully.”
“Maybe that’s how you two work,” Roman pointed between his two parents and lent back in his chair,” but I don’t. I refuse to be driven to madness and kill myself like Grandmother did.”
“Roman, it isn’t that simple.” His mother pleaded, squeezing Rupert’s hand tighter.
“Seems pretty simple from where I’m sitting. You’re with me, right Virgil?”
  All eyes turned to the thin man that had been enjoying blending into the folds of his chair. Eyes searching each staring face, trying to work out the best answer to calm them all; deciding it was best to just stick with the truth.
“I’m rather indifferent on the matter.”
“Oh, come on, Virgil!” Hands tossed in the air in exasperation, Roman lent forward in irritation. “Honestly, just pick a side already.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because the fates speak in your dreams.” Virgil’s voice cracked with emotion on the final word. “H-how can I honestly pick a side if I don’t even know if the fates have ever even spoken to me. I won’t pick a side without reason.”
“Agh,” Roman drooped back into his chair again, “this is just like our debate about sorcerers. You really can’t just pick a side?”
“What was that about sorcerers?”
  The music skipped a few beats and blood chilled in Virgil’s veins at the King’s tone. The servers cautiously cleared plates, eager to escape the growing tension in the room. Virgil silently cursed Roman’s loose lips, knowing this wasn’t a subject that would be let go lightly.
“Virgil won’t say whether he is for or against the sorcerer ban for that exact same reason.”
“I-I just don’t think it’s fair to-to make a judgement on something without evidence.”
“So, you disagree with my ban against sorcerers?” Rupert questioned, leaning closer and resting his chin on clasped hands.
“I’m not s-s-saying that.”
A deep laugh from Roman sent chills down Virgil’s spine.
“By not choosing a side that is exactly what you’re saying, Virgil. Can’t you see it? Just say your truth; I have.”
“I have said my truth, Roman.” Voice practically begging his friend to stop pushing the matter. “I’m indifferent on matters until given reason to believe otherwise. Can’t you just be satisfied with that?”
“No, I cannot.”
  “Roman, stop.” The Prince froze at his mother’s small voice. “Virgil, are you okay?”
“May I be excused?” Virgil looked at Rupert for approval; hands clenched in tight fists to prevent their trembling from being too obvious.
The moment the King nodded, Virgil left and Roman watched with an open mouth before requesting his leave as well. After planting a brief kiss on his mother’s cheek, Roman headed out and left his parents in the dining room alone.
  “Glad I could experience a complete family dinner.” Alexandra admitted sadly, accepting Rupert’s assistance to stand and head out of the room. “Is this what you always do without me?”
“No. Virgil is usually much less vocal.”
“I’m glad to see he has a strong voice.”
The King scoffed in disgust. “He should align his beliefs with the King that houses him.”
“Don’t be like that, Rupert. Virgil is good for Roman. He will keep him safe and I’m sure the fates will agree; though that snake message is new.”
“Roman’s dream was nothing more than a dream, Alexandra.”
“But he spoke of his brother.”
Rupert sighed as they rounded the corner and got closer to their chambers.
“He could imagine that detail easily.  Don’t over think this, my dear. We have ensured Roman’s safety since the day he was born. There isn’t a sorcerer around and the fortune of the fates will not come to pass. Trust me.”
  Nodding, Alexandra allowed the journey to continue in silence. Sorcerers were not what concerned the Queen, it was the type of Sorcerers that caused her fear. Accepting her return to her chambers, Alexandra was happy to have her husband’s assistance in preparing for bed; only needing a brief visit from Clara before slipping into sleep.
“Stay close this evening.” Rupert commanded when Clara went to leave. “I want you within earshot should anything go wrong following this evenings events.”
“Yes, your majesty.”
After Rupert left the room, Clara moved to the side room and set up for another evening of sleeping away from her family; hoping all would still be well in the morning.
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  Virgil and Roman didn’t see each other for the rest of the evening; both emotional from the discussion. Roman turned to knife throwing in his room to quell his thoughts; frustrated that Virgil’s views didn’t match his own. He felt that Virgil almost purposefully avoided agreeing with him on all matters. Sorcerers, the fates, sutures, red or green apples; Virgil never agreed with him and it hurt. He used to think Virgil would grow and eventually see that his beliefs were superior, but he was starting to think that just wasn’t going to happen. Blades struck wood repeatedly as Roman replayed conversations in his mind and tried to piece his friend’s motives together.
Virgil on the other hand, simply drank the potion Logan had been kind enough to leave and tried to calm his mind enough to sleep before his early morning duties. Unable to find peace, he turned to the books in his side table and started reading the text Logan had lent to him; thoughts quieting as he took in the information text on rune marked animals. He was almost halfway through the book when his eyes started sliding closed and he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
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   The full moon cast a light across the lands. Silver beams glittered off reflective surfaces and the natural magic of the land surged around the city as the fates whispered into the ears of the chosen.
  One saw a wolf falling in love with a deer, before the wolf had its back plastered in a rain of arrows.
  Another saw red berries blanketing the shore of a stream and heard the promise of a plentiful harvest. But the plants wilted and shrivelled away to reveal a stone grave.
  A woman stirred with the warning that death was approaching someone close to her.
  A snake slithered across a horse’s path and the horse wasn’t afraid; lowering its head for the snake to meet its eye. The word ‘trust’ echoed through their ears as the snake slithered away.
  Flames filled a room of the castle and a figure with glowing eyes stood in the centre. A sword and shield discarded in the flames beside a cloak bearing the royal crest.
  The final person blessed with the fates fortune struggled to see their message. Screams drowned out their words and a blinding light hid their vision. All that remained was a feeling. A feeling of loss and  achievement. A burning pain that danced across their skin before being chilled by ice.
  Each blessed soul woke with differing reactions. Some fear, some ignorance, some sadness, and one with a cry that had a Prince fleeing his chambers to find their closest friend.
Next Chapter
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End Note:
I’m sorry I disappeared for so long...but it will happen again. I’m not gone gone, just busy. But I’m always watching for comments or trying to post something else (maybe having multiple WIPs was a bad idea). Also, make sure you are checking out the art for the previous chapters. They look so good. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It really hints to a lot of stuff I have planned. Can you work out how everyone is connected? Have you guessed everyone’s motives yet? (Oh the suspense is killin’ me) 💜🐌
Don’t forget to check out the art Firefly did for me and send them some love 
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tellywoodtrash · 7 years ago
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self confidence goals: ragini 😊😊😊
anika’s hiding and snooping game be hella weak. 🙄🙄🙄
god this baagad billa looks 🔥🔥🔥 in black. i can’t even. meri saansein ruk rahi hai yougaiz. 😧😧😧
LMAO SHIVAAY REFUSING TO TAKE THE HINT HAHAHAHA 😂😂😂
lololol the speed jis se anika prakat hui when ragini touched shivaay. 😆😆😆
“kaadha? what’s kaadha?” “this? this green green item is kaadha! drink this, and your health will be TAN TANA TAN TAN TAN TAARA!”
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hahahahahaha shivaay’s faceeeeeeee. 😂😂😂
this family is super big on its weird kaadhas. i’m on team ragini. it looks weird and hell no to drinking it, no matter what you say, billu in black. 😒😒😒
pfffffffffft, these two be eye-fucking riiiiiiiiiight in front of her. kuch toh sharam karo. 😶😶😶
ragini makes valiant second attempt. 😌😌😌
success! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽
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lmaoooooooooo if looks could kill, there’d just be scorch marks on the floor where billu previously stood. 🙃🙃🙃
i’m not falling for this tej-jhanvi nonsense again. tej’s a dirty dog who will never sudharofy. he doesn’t deserve to even be on the same continent as jhanvi. 😑😑😑
“kitne dino baad hum normally baat kar rahe hai!”
yeah it’s so sad when someone trying to set you on fire and that puts a damper on civil conversation. 😕😕😕
ugh this simpering conversation is sooooo boringgggggg. im fwdinggggg. 😣😣😣
yup. fully called it. 🙄🙄🙄
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WAZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAA QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEN I MISSSED YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU LOOKING FIRE AS EVERRRRRRRR 😍😍😍
... someone tell me where REAL bechaaaari svetlana is though. 😐😐😐
time for regularly scheduled Faraq Fight of the hour. 😊😊😊
baaat ka batangad. kaadha diya, zeher nahi. untwist your boxer briefs, billu. 🙄🙄🙄
he’s getting angsty and mad at her for believing that ragini is his fiancee, when that’s exactly what he wanted in the first place. stupidddddd boy. 😑😑😑
he’s thissss close to blurting out the truth. he’s this close to growling “how could you believe i could be remotely interested in anyone else?” 😌😌😌
oh ho, kabab mein omki. 😒😒😒
...yeh dikhaana tha? iske liye achcha khaasa sexy shivika moment kharaab kiya tha? 😠😠😠
ok rudra is the unfittest gym bunny i have ever seen. 10 crunches take it out of him???? son, i haven’t exercised since 2003, and *i* can do 10 crunches. 😕😕😕
also @ acp anda (as @vishwaspur calls her): who the fuckkkkkkk exercises with hair alll khulaaa and flowing around? 😑😑😑
caaaaasual misogyny time. nice to see that bit of rudra’s personality is constant. 😒😒😒
RETURN OF OLD SENSIBLE, SNARKY OMKARA. *CRYING OF HAPPY* 😭😭😭😭😭😭
pfffft, shivaay and his tarafdaari of baby brother. 😆😆😆
i honestly love how much shivaay babies rudra. it’s fucking adorable. 😚😚😚
ugh svetlana, girlllllllllll, you can honestly do SO MUCH BETTER? it painssssss me to see you waste your hotness on terrible tej. 😫😫😫
i just realised that i want svetlana and jhanvi to get together. like, as a couple. two amazing, beautiful queens. haaaaye. imagine the flawless. 😍😍😍 #jhanLana #makeItHappen
oufffffff, can this scene enddddddddd already? 😑😑😑
oh boy. what plan? will they steal jhanvi’s face next and put her in the freezer dabba? 😟😟😟
sarcasm singh oberoi needs to shut it. 😒😒😒
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omkara is me. i am omkara. 🙄🙄🙄🙄
oh god are they going to sabotage his gym equipment? IT COULD KILL HIM, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS! 😧😧😧
of course pedantic singh oberoi has to sit and read the user manual. 😑😑😑
i relate with omki’s frustration level sooooo much rn. 🤦🏽🤦🏽🤦🏽
why are pinky/shakti on the DBO set of OM? 🤔🤔🤔
TAMEEZ AND DISCIPLINE? WHAT IS THIS, GURUKUL OF MOHABBATEIN? 🙄🙄🙄
ooooooop, shaktiji calling pinky out on the reallll issue. 🙊🙊🙊
oh dang. shaant shaktiji is shaaant no more. 😬😬😬
pffffffft, bhains ke aage been kyun baja rahe ho shaktiji? go do some pooja-paath instead. 😕😕😕
but yeah, this is the slow start to the pinky ka redemption track, methinks. she’ll continue with her ragini wala plan for a while, but then she’ll do something that’ll be her “ek kadam” and the family will forgive her and accept her. whatever. i don’t even care anymore. i just need her to stop being so nasty so i can stop hating her. it’s exhausting. 😖😖😖
“ab toh aaj yeh machine rahegi, ya main rahoonga!”
famous last words. 🤐🤐🤐
📰📰📰 tomorrow’s headlines 📰📰📰: oberoi scion (no, not the hot and short rude one. or the one with the hair. the other one.) killed due to stupidity. absolutely no one surprised. we’re amazed he made it this far. 
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eeeeeee callback to “haath chod” moment of yore! omkiiiiiii. alavoooooo. *pulls his cheeks* 😘😘😘
i need the mom of a hot guy to throw her son at me, the way pinky is throwing shivaay at ragini. 😌😌😌 #suchSexPositive #muchProgressive #Wow 
ragini’s amazing faces of the day: 
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how the fuck is dadi expecting this whole fucking taj mahal sized mansion to be painted IN ONE DAY?????????? 🤔🤔🤔
awwwww bulbul and her adorable baby cheenkein. 😊😊😊
pft. what a contrived issue. and these idiots are sooooooo useless. 😒😒😒
literally just some pics of shivika being attractively annoyed/annoying: 
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this is suchhhhhhhhhhhhh a stupidddddd “problem”, lord. literally just watching for shivika and om’s hella beautiful faces. 😒😒😒
wow. gale force winds blowing inside the room at romantic scene. amaze. 😐😐😐
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so... gender reversed fairy lights scene from IPKKND/DBO then. but with... gym equipment. sure. 🤷🏽🤷🏽🤷🏽
it’s amazing how little fucks i give about these two as a couple. i’m literally more invested in prinkveer. 😕😕😕
OH MY GOD WHY WON’T THIS SCENE ENDDDDDDDDDD????????? FWD FWD FWD FWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. can’t believe i’m having to sacrifice on bulbul screentime/rikara romance for this BS. 😒😒😒
there. there’s the beginning to pinky’s redemption. she’s going to try and expose him for jhanvi’s sake. but it’s gonna backfire and he’ll expose the truth about shivaay to fuck her over. oyyyy vey. 😬😬😬
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these threeeee fucking idiots. don’t they have their own love/sex lives which are in shambles to attend to? khade ho kar vicariously getting kicks from the most thanda “love story” in the history of the world. 😒😒😒
greattttttt. back to square one. 😑😑😑
shivaay: “tum log ladne ke bahaane ko dhoond kyun rahe ho? come on, be nice to her, she helped you out.”
oh my god. OH MY GOD. irony just died a thousand fucking deaths right now. *lays flowers at its grave* 😧😧😧
ragini: comes to talk to shivaay.  shivaay: literally ignores her to turn to anika and randomly ask her what SHE’S up to. 😂😂😂
ohhhhhhhhh shivaaaay. why you even started this whole stupid engagement drama when you don’t even have the mettle to act on it for 10 minutes is beyond me. 🙄🙄🙄
oh nooo, ragini ki choppppp. 😋😋😋
pinky’s gonna do it. she’s gonna blurt it out. 😗😗😗
yuppppppppp. she’s... 
oh no, shaktiji is putting addddchan. and misunderstanding her intentions. 😐😐😐
I FULLY NEED JHANVI TO GONE GIRL TEJ’S ASS. LIKE YESTERDAY. PLEASE GOD. HE DESERVES TO BE STABBED IN THE FACE, THIS LYING SNAKE. 😡😡😡
ok, when someone is going to SUCH lengths to prove their story, it’s shady af. 🙄🙄🙄
yes pinky, please use your tedhaaa dimaag for productive things like these. leave your son alone for like a day, so he can get laid already.  😑😑😑
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LMAOOOOOOOO WHY IS ANIKA SO SMUGLYYYYY SWAYING WHILE SHIVAAY LOOKS UNCOMFORTABLE? 😂😂😂😂😂
GENDA CHAAP DANT MANJAN. lolololol. 😆😆😆
produced by same company as chamko detergent??? 😁😁😁
of course he doesn’t know what manjan is. #burgerBachcha 🙄🙄🙄
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GOD SHE’S SO STINKING CUTE I CAN’T EVEN. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR ONE PERSON TO BE THIS CUTE? IT SHOULD BE BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE! THE LEVELS OF CUTE IN HER BLOOD ARE TOO HIGH!!!!!!!!!!! 😧😧😧😧😧😧😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 
“shivaay, aap na meri baat kabhi nahi samjhenge.” “main toh tumhe hi nahi samajh paaya, anika. tumhaari baaton ko kya samjhunga.”
ooooop. things suddenly serious. though, is he talking still labouring under the misunderstanding, or does he Know™ about what she did? 🤔🤔🤔
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“story kahin se kahin bhi pohunch jaaye, lekin yeh dono har do minute kisi na kisi pillar ke peeche hi milenge.” “ya phir RK pose mein!” 
lmaoooooooooo 😂😂😂
anika be like bitch i don’t have time for this passive aggressive emotional garbage. ANIKA OUT!!!!!!!!!! 😒😒😒
lololol om’s shiftyyyyyyyyy look. GODDDDD MAN, WHAT EVEN IS YOUR FACEEEEEEEEE I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU 😍😍😍😍😍😍
hahaha khanna be hardcore shivika shipper from literally day 1. shivaay have dinner with some other ho? NOT ON HIS WATCH! ❌❌❌
pft such contrivedddddddd excuses. and these idiots are falling for it too. 🙄🙄🙄
how nice and convenient that there’s such strategic mood lighting that makes their skin look perfect and glowy. 😌😌😌
THIS ISN’T THE FUCKING STOREROOM. THIS IS THAT... ok idk what to call it, but it’s that random performance hall type space in their house. 😐😐😐 
waaah lighting got even more romantic. and there’s dinner too! 😇😇😇
me: waaay more excited about the food >>> the man. 😊😊😊
ooooooooooh. things getting serious. and angstyyyyyyyyyy. 😌😌😌
lmao what the fuck even is this tent nonsense? WHY WOULD YOU SET UP A TENT IN WHAT LOOKS LIKE A FULL-ON FUCKING STORM? HOW LONG IS OM PLANNING TO STAND THERE HOLDING ON TO THE DAMN THING????????? 😕😕😕
JUST GET IN THERE AND CUDDLE WITH HER, BOO. 🙃🙃🙃😚😚😚😉😉😉
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jarlet-blog1 · 8 years ago
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26. A Lie for a Lie ~ by Scarlet
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Upon arrival Scarlet got chills that ran deep into her bones. She hadn’t been to the prison since she had discovered Otto’s passing. The DA’s office was just across the street from state penitentiary. She emerged from her car, instantly turning staring at the bricked cage for men who lived a more dangerous life.Chibs walked up next to her placing his hand over Scarlets shoulder clasping it over in a light soothing squeeze. She couldn’t acknowledge him if she wanted to; she was frozen in time. A reel of different encounters played in her mind, each smile Otto gave her, the laughs they shared. The secrets he had entrusted her with all played like some sort of movie trailer that should have had an happy ending or at the very least not such a bloody one. “I miss ‘im too darlin’.” The Scots voice barely broke through to her. There was a single lingering tear that fell from the corner of her left eye. Quickly swiping it away she cleared her throat offering Chibs a small smile pushing her palm off the car door to let it shut.
Walking up the steps of the office building she began to wonder if she would ever be able to move on from the loss of Otto Delaney. Once they reached the door Chibs held it open for her giving her a stern glance that told her to say nothing. Of course she already knew better than to share info but with Otto’s remains on the line and the clear emotion in her eyes it was assumed that she could easily break. This worried the VP of SAMCRO. “ I am here for...”
“Ms. Delaney, I see you brought a friend.” Patterson cut Scarlet off, walking out of the office over to her and Chibs who nodded once to the DA before taking a seat in the waiting area. Scarlet smiled but it quickly faded when she was approached by two men in uniform. “You’ll have to excuse them, it’s all a formality when getting brought in for questions. Since you came in on your own there won’t be a need for cuffs.” Patterson had stepped aside while the two men quickly escorted Scarlet to the back room.
“Wha’ is dis shit?” She heard Chibs yell out as the door shut behind her. Both men stood on each side of the door awaiting the bitch DA to make her way back in the room. Scarlet stood confused; she knew there was more to what was said on the phone and she walked right into the trap. Jax was going to kill her, then Chibs for letting this happen.
“Chris Avery” The door had opened and shut quickly, the dark skinned woman walked in with a thick file making her way to the table dropping it down. “You are familiar with that name aren’t you Ms.Delaney?”  The woman sat down waving her hand out for Scarlet to join her. Taking a seat Scarlet’s mind quickly began to run back on details, sure she left no trace of her behind.
“Yes. Unfortunately.” The DA smiled at her response as she opened the file, appearing to read the first page, pursing her lips out as if she was reading something interesting.
DA Patterson looked up at Scarlet with a sly smile, drumming her fingers along the wooden table. “There is eye witnesses that say you were the last person seen with Mr. Avery in what appeared to be a heated discussion before he went missing.”
Scarlet watched her fingers drum a bit harder in some attempt to trip Scarlet up over her words but if there was one person in the world who kept grounded during intense moments, it was Scarlet. It was something that always in some ways scared the tattooed beauty. Her ability to turn off her emotion connected to what was going on and use the once needed to keep her calm. “The last time I was with him yes we fought. If you read my hospital records you would see many visits from me, with many accidents I had while dating him. I left him in the middle of the night. I ran from him, he has tried to follow me. What does this have to do with Otto?”  
“Everything, actually. You would have known that had you not attacked a guard upon your discovery of Otto’s death. You lost those rights when you pulled a gun on the guard and was held on the 72 hour psych hold.” She paused knowing she now had Scarlet’s full attention. Patterson leaned back in her chair as if she was winning some sort of fight before she continued. “Chris Avery’s body was discovered, badly deteriorated, mutilated in fact. It was ruled a homicide.” She looked to Scarlet for a reaction, and as if on cue Scarlet began to cry just a second before pictures were pushed out in front of her. She was trying to show an emotional connection to Chris. Scarlet knew if she showed no emotional ties to the man that held close ties to her it would raise some flags. “Now maybe you can help me out here. Did Otto know Chris? Or did Chris and his family know Otto?”
Scarlet’s head shook trying to put the pieces together, not understanding what one had to do with the other. She looked at the pictures and knew by the sweatshirt he was wearing that is was Chris. “No. Otto never knew any one I knew and Chris never really asked about my father. What does any of this have to do with me or Otto? I had nothing to do with Chris dying.”  
“Maybe not. But answer me this.” She again paused searching the file for a picture, she slide it out over the pictures of Chris tapping the image. “Who is this”
A mugshot was placed in front of Scarlet, she picked it up confused. Scarlet looked at the DA then the picture becoming short of breath. “Um. That’s. Andy. Chris’ brother.”
“Yes it is Scarlet. Do you know what he has to do with all this?” The DA was clearly playing a mind game with Scarlet.  She smiled, pulling the picture away from her, looking it over herself. “I can see your confusion. Let me help you try to put this together and then maybe you will do yourself a favor and fill in the blanks. You see, Andy here is currently residing in Stockton State Penitentiary. He has quickly made a name for himself and would appear to have a lot of pull. It has come to my attention Andy had a hit put out on your father. Andy is the reason Otto died. Now...why would Andy do that to you unless he had some sort of need for vengeance?”
“What?” Scarlet pushed back in her seat standing up. The air in the room suddenly becoming stale and unbreathable. Both her hands made way over her stomach giving away she was with child when the molding of her loose fitting shirt material shaped over the small bump. “But why? How… I don’t understand.” Scarlet rambled on, none of the pieces laid out before her making any sense.
“That is what we are wanting to know, we assume it has something to do with the murder of Chris but we only found his body a week ago. Why did Andy Avery have your father killed before Chris Avery was even found. What is the connection Scarlet? How are the SONS involved? Did Otto know he hurt you?”
The words falling like threats of poison by a snake from the woman across from Scarlet only made her fit the pieces together that the DA’s office in fact had no idea what really happened between Scarlet and Chris. She wasn’t a suspect, Actually, they had no real lead or name of a suspect. The only connection being Andy had Otto killed but judging by the throbbing vein in the side of the DA’s temple, there was no solid evidence. “I want my father's’ remains. You told me I could have them if I gave you a few minutes. And I have. I don’t know anything else.”
Patterson nodded to the officer who walked out the room, she began picking up the photo’s putting the file back together sighing heavily annoyed. “I do feel bad for you Ms. Delaney, I know being born into this sort of life must have had it’s toll on you. Your mother seems to think you are a lot like your father.” Scarlet’s eyes darted up in shock at the woman. “Yes, we spoke to your mother. She seems to think you are capable of most things your father had done in his life. I sincerely hope otherwise. For your sake and what I assume to be your child.”  
The door opened again, the officer walked in with a plain box handing it over to Scarlet. She had nothing else to say, holding the box to her chest Scarlet fought back tears. With a tap of the folder and paperwork making sure it all aligned properly, Scarlet was dismissed. “You’re free to go but for now I do advise you stay close.”
Walking out the door, tears streamed down her face, clutching the box to her chest. “Jesus Christ wha’ da hell happened in dere?” Chibs jumped to his feet when Scarlet walked out to the lobby. She walked past him, needing to get to her car. She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath. Chibs followed her out, concerned, but didn’t say another word, his only focus now being get her home safe.
Scarlet seemed to be on autopilot as she backed out of parking spot. The events from only moments ago rang in her ears. Otto’s death was related to her. The more it sank in the more panicked she became. The air she was breathing in seemed empty and dry. Scarlet had blamed the club for Otto’s passing and with a blink of an eye the ugly truth was told. It wasn’t about Samcro, it was about Scarlet. Andy never liked her to begin with, mainly because he had asked her out months before she met and fell for Chris. Had she actually gone out with Andy the situation she was in would be entirely different. Her hands shook as she drove, glancing to the box she placed in the passenger seat, her eyes went out of focus. Everything blurred making it hard to see the road ahead of her. It wasn’t long before she blinked seeing Otto’s bloody body standing in the intersection, making her slam on the brakes. He was gone before she could take a second look. It was in that moment Scarlet fully let the fact that Otto was killed because of her sink in. His blood was on her hands.
She was stopped in the intersection in the middle of a green light. Cars honked and people began to yell. Scarlet screamed, pushing her car door open, stumbling out, grabbing her chest unable to breath. Chibs ran over, grabbing her, leading her out of traffic to the side of the road. “What de hell is goin’ on?” Chibs yelled out of his own panic, sitting her down on the side of the road. Scarlet couldn’t speak, she just harshly sobbed, rocking back and forth.”Scarlet you need ta breathe. Deep breaths in an’ out. I need ta move ya car, stay ‘ere.”
He jumped up running over to the still running car, pulling it over to the side of the road to unblock the traffic. Chibs hustled back over to Scarlet who couldn’t help but blurt it out.
“I killed him, It’s my fault. Otto was killed because of me. I fucked up. I killed my Dad”
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verydeepthots · 8 years ago
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funny silly lines
“my homie said you gotta write eloquently for catfish you better finesse that english language for them lovely ladies and bitch ni99as”
“my homie said lloyd banks said you gotta pop a listerine strip before you get all up in a bitch face”
“my homie said some of these bitch ni99as gotta watch The Craft to see what happens to foul play”  
“my homie said any dude that love poker too much don’t like sex he always wanna cover up”
“my homie said he bought his mom groceries... today was a good day”
“my homie said they can’t even fly away with them flaps between their legs”
“my homie said put that indie film Suicide Watch on that summer jam screen”
“my homie said even when a gangster angry he look scared”
“my homie said he wanna use red tape for foreplay with a fake gangster’s mother”
“my homie said he gonna tie a fake gangster hands with red tape and make him pray to a god of another religion”
“my homie said he gonna send fake gangsters pictures of their dead mothers to always stay connected”
“my homie said he wanna write suicide hotline on fake gangsters forehead in gold posca”
“my homie said he wanna hang snake ni99a from a tree using a real snake so it look like a natural death”
“my homie said fake gangsters remind him of childs play he wanna collect them all then play barbies with jail cell”
“my homie said to be blunt these fake gangsters are pointless”
“my homie said he gonna make fake gangsters wash their undies using their mother’s tears”
“my homie said how fake gangsters leave their mothers like that clearly didn't watch game 6″
“my homie said when they squeeze you out then you squeeze them in the world perfect like that”
“my homie said he sends love letters to fake gangsters then gets their mothers to sign them with the kindest regards in strictly faber castell”
“my homie said he makes reservations for a fake gangster at the jail cell and the graveyard so he can always meet them at the finish line... i always got you”
“my homie said he wanna give a fake gangster a headlock coz its the only way they gonna close it when he splits it open”
“my homie said he wanna ravage a fake gangster ass coz its technically not gay if he uses 1.5m metal cock extension he got the all clear from lgbt community”
“my homie said he still shakes enemy hands out of curiosity for what dick size they can handle for the next 50 odd years stuck in a jail cell... he's so futuristic”
“my homie said he bought a fake gangster’s mom baggy jean shorts for her birthday so they can mix n match together”
“my homie said they use more cover ups than a bitch now watch my rap flow wash em away”
“my homie said he took his parents out to dinner on a boring tuesday coz he's getting old and life is precious”
“my homie said he drinks green tea every sunday morning its his new thing”
“my homie said he didn't cry at his homie’s wedding and it still annoys him to this day”
“my homie said his friend’s kids look happy and that’s a good thing”
“my homie said that ni99a bitch went to handsome boy modelling school thats foul”
“my homie said that girl’s outfit is very considered for a sunday afternoon she's cool”
“my homie said he bought a fake gangster bootlegs to complete the whole personification of a needy bitch”
“my homie said if they like drip drip torture they should ask their girl”
“my homie said pinch a fake gangster on the ass and whisper they’ll never believe you when you get inside”
“my homie said he gonna bathe a fake gangster’s mother with holy water to let him know exactly what time it is boy boy”
“my homie said that a fake gangster is saving face so he can get skull fucked in jail” 
“my homie said he wanna make his mother proud and be dentist when he grow up so he can pull out a fake gangster’s grill to make it easier for him to get skull fucked to make it a smoove transition omg he always so thoughtful”
“my homie said even if they time travel they can’t keep up when he slow play”
“my homie said he gonna bring a ginger beer keg to a gangster funeral”
“my homie said a gangster suicide still cheaper than weekly groceries tight arses”
“my homie said he made a car crew drive around with helmets on they either shit scared or doing juggernaut cosplay and unfortunately won’t make menswear blog this week”
“my homie said there’s always bad apples so we gonna make them crumble”
“my homie said he wanna give early retirement to old haters then aeroplane spoon feed eggplant soup inspired by method man skit”
“my homie said he wanna make calipos from fake gangster tears to give to their mothers while they locked up”
“my homie said money ain’t a thang but a green light to a fire”
“my homie said their mothers got more heart”
“my homie said even gay dudes don’t want no jail time so what are these motherfuckers playing dumb”
“my homie said he guilt tripping all these bitch ni99as like a lawyer”
“my homie wanna give direct free kick to a fake gangster in honour of pras lyrics”
“my homie said if they steal money that’s just an investment for their momma funeral look at it as a good deed... love conquers all”
“my homie said he wanna buy tissue subscription for a fake gangster as a sexual favour”
“my homie said he wanna give a handie in pulling away a fake gangster’s manhood... he wylin for that one but so thoughtful of our future wellbeing”
“my homie said they injected themselves with too much pride serum they gonna overdose what a way to go out kekekeke”
“my homie said he undecided if he should get courtside at watching paint dry or watch this fake gangster indirectly plead with imma come see you but lets agree to disagree nah mean like im right here though ain’t i cmon man please”
“my homie said should he throw up the money to watch a fake gangster get slapped by his mother or let one of his gay homies do his thang thang”
“my homie said he told a fake gangster get up off your knees you ain’t paraplegic yet my guy”
“my homie said him and his girl re-enacted ghost scene making penis clay straws to give out to any next ni99a that wanna play up”
“my homie said we live in a beautiful world so he went out to go hang with his friends today he seems really happy”
“my homie said he sent a seed to every one of his haters so they can learn to grow without him”
“my homie said he sent a box of fresh oysters to his enemies locked away”
“my homie said he did knock and run at fake gangster’s door coz it was a sunny day and he didn't want either of them to stay inside and waste it... man he can be so thoughtful”
“my homie said some people do too much for street cred a homeless person got the most street cred they really out there”
“my homie said any ni99a that love poker more insecure than a bitch”
“my homie said he only eats fish fingers coz thats what he wants his life to be about”
“my homie said his aussie homie sculled a can of vb then spat that shit in the face of a fake gangster’s mother on the anniversary of 2pac in that red bandana”
“my homie said jealousy a trait you can never bounce back from”
“my homie said God don’t need to work in mysterious ways some of these ni99as already know their outcome”
“my homie said he wanna put one fake gangster in every jail in a capital city for all lives matter hashtag”
“my homie said he stick his long term goals up a hater’s ass”
“my homie said they only a thousand deep in a million man march we built differently”
“my homie said wrong one boy boy”
“my homie said he gonna make a crew wanna escape each other”
“my homie said if they need to build a case you got em”
“my homie said when they say i ain’t scared you already know”
“my homie said they rewrite history coz they don’t like they present” 
"my homie said he gonna waltz on your grave bro”
“my homie said they snakes before their sweet sixteen now bitter for their 40s”
“my homie said he put a hater’s girlfriend in a head lock”
“my homie said everyday is a gentle reminder”
“my homie said peaceful loungin is a lifestyle”
“my homie said shit is like a light switch”
“my homie said that crew so grave-y”
“my homie said divide and concur”
“my homie said reading my moves is like watching your oh-bitch-you-wary now I'm coming ni99a brapppt”
hahahahahahaha
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