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izzyizumi · 1 year

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"Wow, you've been venting a lot about D02 Fan base Issues lately, I wonder what happened???"

"Well you see ever since post-Kizuna dropped, which is extremely suspicious TIMING in itself..." (While DigiAdv 2020 was also airing BUT.....)

In the last section of caps, when I proceeded to politely (hyper-formally) request this person stop harassing me by spamming me with multiple rude comments early in the morning when I wasn't even AWAKE to answer, and mentioned I was away because I was observing Shabbat (noting to them politely what it was), they proceeded to flip out, "turn" on me and start accusing me of "betraying" the pair. "Okay I beyond messed up" was their failed ""attempt"" at an blatantly insincere apology (they since continued to spam/harass a handful more times) and acknowledging they WERE HARASSING ME.

Except here's the thing. a. The Taishiro tag, by all means, is still for a rare pair ship. b. I am very aware of which fans follow me for my O.T.P. and actively post about it and who doesn't (including people who have lurked before). c. When the harassment started up I reached out to multiple other Taishiro fans (and people aware of the ship fan base being active) actively posting at the time and we were keeping aware of the situation in case they went about to target others. d. THIS PERSON WAS NOT AND NEVER A "FAMILIAR FACE" HERE / IN KOUTAI OR ADV+02 TAGS and posted fully and competely mainly on Anon (before "de-anon"ng using multiple account names; this was just before A.O.3 introduced comment blocking as a feature almost immediately after I began contacting them about it.) e. The timing of this is STILL highly suspicious to me considering the harassment mainly began in 2k20:

What was happening in Oct. 2k20 (aside from it also being my bday month, which was fantastic timing to harass someone??)

It was around the ending of DigiAdv 2020 Ep 18, when a lot of long-time fans would have returned to (if briefly) see the end of the Devimon arc involved, including past long-time Stans who dropped off partly keeping up with "canon" post-Tri (also especially if they hated ALL said new canon since...)

Kizuna was already out, but hadn't debuted in some countries (however, long-term Adv-02 fans were pretty aware of Kizuna developments due to notable leaks) and a lot of Stans also came back to actively "talk" / rant about Kizuna and the ""timeline"" since.

The person started out using a handle referring to a well-known N.S.F.W trope that I have absolutely 0 interest ever engaging with, and they likely knew that I might be semi-aware of it if just due to its sheer popularity. This was the first clear "hint" something was immediately wrong with the persons' commenting style, but I humored them at first by responding seriously and politely, giving a simple answer to the question ("plrease read all author's notes and tags clearly before reading".)

They since moved on to create multiple accounts and handles to spam / harass me ("Tales" might have been a reference to "Tales of" fan base, which I'm not involved in but was also suspicious in itself), pretending to be ""different"" people each time but using the exact same speech patterns / ~~accusations~~ and basically failing massively at "obscuring" / hiding themselves, almost to the point all of this was INTENTIONAL. (Also failed at making me take them seriously once I realized their intent to spam.)

The second (literally right the nights when I posted it, showing they actively WATCHED ADV-02 SECTIONS) I introduced more Daisuke into the storyline, (I had already finished the thing a bit earlier on, it just wasn't on A.O.3 yet...) they "turned" and "flipped" on me, "pretending" like they actively hated him and disregarded him, but my suspicions are really high that this was all an ACT. Because THE HARASSMENT DID NOT RAMP UP AS MUCH UNTIL I BEGAN "TOUCHING" DAISUKE / USING HIM IN MY THINGS AT ALL. (Very Suspicious)

I have seen similar long-term behavior from certain 02 Stans in this fan base who act like they have ownership over Daisuke head-canons and interpretations or something... including from a former person-I-briefly-interacted-with who used to (and STILL, as recently as the last weeks, though I won't name names but...) often acts really possessive over him and their interpretations. (You know, there's no rhyme or reason for why these kinds of things happen, right???) I long since hard-blocked the person on all DigiAdvs related accounts over it.

^ The conclusion made by A.O.3. was that it WAS harassment.

So, I'm just saying.

But you know what pissed me off the MOST? (MORE THAN THE FACT I WAS BEING ACTIVELY HARASSED AND SPAMMED ABOUT MY O.T.P WORKS AND FAVS?)

When I very formally informed this person (during the time they attempted fake-"politeness"/creepy fake "praise") I was (mentally) away noting Shabbat during the time they sent like 6 harassing comments in a morning, they proceeded to make the "turn", accusing me of multiple times (since) of being a "traitor" and INSULTING SHABBAT TO MY FACE AND ACTING LIKE THEY DIDN'T KNOW / ""GET"" WHO JEWS ARE, EVEN WHEN I SPECIFIED IT WAS A HOLIDAY.

Which IS ANTISEMITISM. Regardless of any fan base involved things it's to the point of antisemitic hate speech and religious harassment. I'm not even sorry to point it out but it IS.

{I finally let them know I was aware of the kind of spam tactics they were using against me. They proceeded to say this and continue acting "clueless" about what they were doing, while also half acknowledging it all the same} (Like seriously????) Anyway, if you (anyone posting in Adv or 02 sections, especially Koushiro or Daisuke involved fic!) ever get harassing spam comments from any of these user-names, REPORT THEM TO A.O.3.

I also don't mean to ~~call out~~ another "response", but...

When I brought these concerns up with people who I suspected may be involved in the (or possibly aware of similar) active harassment but was INITIALLY genuinely giving the benefit of the doubt, I intentionally left out about half of the comments since A.O.3 was still handling the case. One of the people I asked about if they were aware of such things actively going on in 02 sections commented very oddly and almost vaguely to me

"Maybe they're using an A.I. generator? They're getting more advanced {with text} (!!!!!) these days." (Summarized response)

A response I still find highly suspicious to this day.

Because this was blatantly NOT the work of an A.I. This person KNEW which characters they were talking about (despite trying to make it seem like they were "clueless" or "~~couldn't read~~" the MASSIVE amount of author's notes and summary and tags I left all over the fics and making a blatant show of "not actually reading" / absorbing it).

Also, in between, they NOTICED(!!!) immediately when I began up-loading my old A.M.V.s to other non-DigiAdvs sections(!!!) and began spamming those comment sections TOO (all with the same type of comments). (I did NOT give these any attention or response at the time)

So I'm Just Saying. Yeah?

This is unacceptable.

{Mocking Shabbat after I got after them for spamming me.}

So yeah, to anyone who MAY have been involved in this?:

(Kizuna spoilers!Koushiro moment Commence):

I'm still NOT amused.

(DO NOT copy or re-post my gif.)

It's been just about a year since the harassment-spam began last year (to eventually be squashed by A.O.3). All I'm saying is, yeah I'm still ticked and there were reasons why I wasn't actively posting other works, including for other not-O.T.P things...

(While it may change {with my postings} with the coming year I'm not going to deny that I'm not still majorly pissed off at the sequence of events at all.)

#d02 issues #digiadvs issues #izzyizumi personal #izzyizumi vents #izzyizumi blog #(You know)#(You know? I wasn't going to compile these because I figured enough time had passed in between + I was trYING to wind down But)#(I'M STILL PISSED OFF)#(I have a very VERY HIGH suspicion of who all may have been involved and I'm sure they may be aware that I'm thinking so)#(If that person is seeing this post?)#(Well)#(Posts the Conclusion)#(If anyone has any similar info on these usernames or things they experienced around the times PLEASE also reach out to me somehow)#(Because I Am Fed Up)#(This started out as something I was just flat out laughing at)#(LIKE YEAH I ~~hate KouTai~~ so much I ACTIVELY MAKE ALMOST ALL MY STUFF ABT IT INCLUDING MULTIPLE A.M.V.s)#(WOW I cant BELIEVE someone who ~~HATES THIS SERIES SO MUCH~~ WOULD MAKE SO MANY WORKS FOR THEM etcetc)#(Once it turned to antisemitic hate speech? YEAH)#(I might add to this post or expand in another later but I'm keeping it no rb for now bc I don't necessarily want this spread)#(I AM however Finally Posting About It)

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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years

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Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

#knb headcanons #knb imagines #knb fluff #kuroko no basket x reader #knb x reader #kuroko x reader #kagami x reader #murasakibara x reader #akashi x reader #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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Hey, I love your work 🥰 Could you do a headcanon where the bnha boys have a s/o who has a very friendly personality but is unable to hide their stoic face when they dislike someone? Like, s/o during all day 😊, then Mineta been creepy like always and s/o is like 😐

Could be Todoroki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Midoria and Dabi pls? You can do others if you feel like it tho

(Sorry if got confused, I'm terrible at describing my ideas haha)

friendly s/o who has an expressive face

featuring: todoroki, bakugo, kirishima, midoriya, and dabi

your request makes complete sense but i don’t know if the title does.. hopefully i conveyed the idea well! thank you and enjoy :)

todoroki

he normally has a very stoic expression that doesn’t change much unless he’s angry

and you’ll know when he’s angry

seeing your friendly face was somewhat refreshing for him

you kind of reminded him of people who are also very approachable like his sister or even midoriya

you could always brighten his day with your smile

he’s also not opposed to your other expressions either

he can even find them amusing in a way

you don’t hold anything back and that’s very admirable to him

he’s willing to fight for what he believes in and you have a similar mindset

you can be blunt and candid with your expressions though and it’s hard to hold them back

sometimes you feel like you can be a little too expressive in a way that offends others

some have referred to you as ‘rude’ with how you can look

and you know you’re not rude but it can get to you sometimes

you don’t hide your hurt feelings well either so he knows when something isn’t right with you

you asked him if he thought you looked rude to him and then proceeded to tell him what you others had said to you

“you know that’s anything but true, my love. they probably just don’t know you well enough that you’re actually so wonderful. at least, that’s what i think.”

you like when he gives you that cute little grin of his because that’s all you need to be reassured

even in your lowest of times, he can be your sunshine

bakugo

obviously, he’s never been the friendliest person ever

it was the fact that you remained kind even when he would yell or call you insulting names

nothing seemed to shake you which was really attractive to him

unless you really didn’t like someone or something

and he’d admit that you’re ten times more attractive when you’re not impressed or unamused

however, he cannot help to chime in when he feels he needs to even if you’ve got it under control

like if mineta is being his pervy self with some of the girls or anyone else for that matter, you will call him out on it

“jeez, y/n. you’re way hotter when you’re smiling.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU MORONIC GRAPE?! I WILL BLAST YOU ALL THE WAY TO HELL IF YOU SAY THAT TO THEM AGAIN.”

he thinks you look beautiful whether you’re smiling or looking intimidating but he prefers when you smile

it’s disgustingly contagious to him

but he gets a kick out of your more serious expressions and never feels that you’re being too forward about it

some people just need to know when they sound like an idiot, you know?

he likes to tease you sometimes when you’re being too cute and friendly

“you think you’re tough, dumbass? show me your mean face.”

he absolutely loves that you humor him and can transition so well

the duality of you makes him fall in love with you all over again

kirishima

he’s also a very friendly person so naturally, he’s drawn to how sweet and kind you are

but you two differ with how you handle uncomfortable situations

he’ll try to continue to be polite but you, on the other hand, cannot hide your expression when someone says something you don’t like

he understands that you just want to be taken seriously when things aren’t all fun and games

he likes to reaffirm that for you but never intends to offend

“you’re very tough, pebble! and i’m not trying to patronize you when i say that.”

he does enjoy that you can stand up for yourself and others

it’s almost like you’re the rock instead of him

you can let things get to you pretty easily though

and for him, that’s not necessarily a bad thing

it means that you think critically about certain things and it’s okay if it upsets you sometimes and you can’t help but let it show

that’s what makes you human and he admires that you’re not afraid to show that

plus it gives him an excuse to hold you tight and tell you how much he loves you

“it’s okay to be sad about something, babe. you’re still such a wonderful and amazing person to me!”

soon enough, you go back to being your bright and happy self and you have him to thank for it

he literally is the rock in your relationship, no matter how much he denies it

midoriya

he’s also very approachable and affable

but he has a different way of dealing with certain situations or a person that he doesn’t like

if he’s intimidated, he’ll get really nervous

but if he’s not scared at all, you don’t want to mess with him

he will detroit smash any threat with no problem

you were pretty much the same way

cute and bubbly with your smiling face but people should know that you don’t always look like that

you can get serious when need be

however, he’s usually pretty nervous in everyday situations whereas you would not hold back your stank eye

it was something he had to learn to accept with you because you could look pretty rude

your reasoning was usually founded and valid though so he couldn’t disagree

other people, sometimes other girls, seemed really drawn towards him and it’s not unlike you to get a little jealous

he only stays polite because it’s what you should do if someone else is being nice to you

it’s only when they actually pose a threat to your relationship and say something uncalled for about you

your mood completely changes and you can’t hide it

he’s grateful to have you though because he’s not great at handling those types of situations

you never hold a grudge though and switch back easily to the sweet, kind cutie that he loves

dabi

he’s used to people avoiding him just because of how he looks

it doesn’t bother him that much as he doesn’t want anyone approaching him anyway

being with you could be kinda difficult because you were the exact opposite of him

he couldn’t blame others because you were so cute and enticing with your friendly self

but you could be just as cold as him as well

in fact, you used to not like him because of how he would treat you

he’d fully admit that he’d patronize you when he called you cute or adorable, especially when you look mean

you are actually so much more to him though and provide him with the hope that maybe he could build a better future for himself

anyway, the places that he stayed were usually pretty sketchy and the people that skulked around were equally suspicious

he used to be wary of creeps trying to come onto you or take you away from him

not that he couldn’t scare them off himself

but he didn’t have to because you could go from :D to >:( real quick and have it taken care of no problem

people learned not to bother you like they learned with him

it’s almost like you didn’t need him to protect you or didn’t need him at all and realistically, you didn’t

but that didn’t stop you from being with him, even if you probably didn’t belong together

he was prepared to condemn all the naysayers as he admired how pretty the blue glow from his fire looked against your ethereal face

and he was grateful to get a kiss from an absolute angel like you

woohoo, bnha night! get those requests in..

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youranimelover · 3 years

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The Bakusquad Baby’s crush (GN! reader)

The Bakusquad Baby’s crush

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Genre: fluff :) Pro Heroes AU!

Pairing: you’ll discover at the end ;) x GN! reader

Word count: 1 669 words

Synopsis: You have been friends with the Bakusquad for years now. They consider you as the baby of the band, although you clearly have a strong quirk. Over the years, you started liking one of them. But what will they think when you finally confess?

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The Bakusquad and you have been friends since you met on your first day at UA. You simply entered the room, big smile, truly showing how happy you were to enter the Hero training, and at that exact moment, Mina and Denki made their mission to make you smile.

You were all in the same class, and you all are the same age, yet, for whatever reason, your friends declared you as the baby of the group back then.

Even after years, they treat you like that, although, all of them know you’re not the youngest of group nor the most innocent. You are literally the only one in the squad who doesn’t mind Denki’s flirtuous habit because you generally out-flirt him, which keep on surprising him until now.

You’re not weak, nor fragile, but the squad treat you like so, and you must admit that you like it, you love all the affection you’re getting from them.

It started when Mina bought you some of your favourites snacks, and when everyone saw how happy you were just from this little action, they kept on doing so. Mina was always bringing you your favourites snacks, Hanta would give you some cute little plushie or keychain, Katsuki is surprisingly not as loud as usual, but beware because even though he’s softer with you, he still likes to tease you, Eijirou would always give you the best hug and lend you some of his games for your game night with Denki.

Denki and you?

Different.

Your relationship was different.

All the games Eijirou lend you, you’d play it with him on game night.

All the snacks you had from Mina, you’d eat them with him on game night or movie night.

All the little plushie you had from Hanta, you’d lend him to him so he can cuddle them when it’s your turn to play on a game.

And all the hugs you guys were sharing, nothing could compare.

The entire nation knew the Bakusquad and how you would all help each other out, and they all know how they treat you, and most importantly, everyone shipped you with your actual crush: Denki.

Wouldn’t it feel great to have everyone encouraging you to date your crush?

You thought so at first, until you realised that he wasn’t feeling the same quite early on.

You honestly don’t remember exactly when you started having feelings for him, but you remember exactly how you felt when he admitted to you back then that he truly liked your friend Kyouka. Although it was quite hard for you to encourage him with all of your heart, you got to the conclusion that you’d rather see him happy, even if that means he would be with someone else.

Nothing changed, except for the fact that he had to get over his crush on your friend who rejected him. You helped him through it and managed to like him even more. You clearly started to think back then that you were going crazy ; that was the case, you were going crazy for your best friend.

Eventually the girls started to understand how you felt for him, which led to a lot of teasing but so much encouragement.

It wasn’t so bad.

But when the entire nation began to ship you two, you had no idea what to do.

You wanted things to happen, probably more that you’d love to admit to, but Denki was taking it as a joke.

You were sure of it.

As you were having a rest day, and you were informed by your bestie that he had a live interview, you took the chance to watch him on television.

He was wearing his Hero suit, and looked as charming as ever, making the other guests heroes a bit bland, at least for you.

Questions were fusing, topics were discussed, and here it came: the question regarding your relationship with the yellow-haired hero.

You were anticipating his answers, although you knew all heroes must stay professional, you just hoped that within all the time he wasn’t a pro, this will be one of them.

But he laughed.

“-There is literally nothing going on with (y/n), we’re just best friends.”

Being hurt wasn’t the right way to put it, you were wrecked.

He friendzoned you on national tv and made sure that everyone who know about your crush on him knew what he said.

Right after that instant, your phone buzzed, the girls were storming you with messages on your group chat.

You didn’t feel like reading them, all your energy, happiness, and willingness has been gone.

You put your phone on vibrate after seeing some texts from the boys of the Bakusquad. You let it in your living room, on the table, just in front of the television. You turned the screen off and went to your bedroom.

You wish you could cry, but you knew this was bound to happen, so even if you wanted to cry, you couldn’t. You didn’t have the energy.

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You woke up when the night had already fall. You lighted the room and saw that it was just 8PM and wished that today had never happened, but sadly it had.

You went to the toilet, made extra sure your hands were well washed (corona times guys, corona times, so please don’t forget to also do this!) and went to your kitchen to grab a bite of something you still had in your refrigerator.

You then proceeded to go to the living room and look at your phone ; the number of notifications you had was insane, all your friends tried to get in touch with you on every app they thought they could.

They were truly worried about you, and this proved again your position as the baby of the group.

But you didn’t know that the fact you didn’t answered worried Mina so much, that she kept on texting and trying to call Denki for him to go see you.

When she got a hold of him, she explained that they were all worried because you were simply not answering, which is totally unlike you, so your best friend knew he had to go see you.

At that time, he didn’t question why his friends didn’t go see you either, you always answer at the door if you’re inside, and Mina definitely has a spare key of your house, just like him. He really didn’t think it through on his way to you, he was just way too worried.

When he finally was in front of your door, he took a deep breath to catch composure, took out his key and opened the door to find you looking through your phone in the middle of your living room, with a piece of food in your other hand.

At that instant, he felt so relieved that nothing happened to you, and somehow, he also wanted to laugh at the sight in front of him ; you looked like a deer caught in light.

You were going to say something when he just looked at you, seriousness in his features which isn’t a common sight.

“-Why weren’t you answering?

-I have got no notifications from you, so how could I-?”

He interrupted you to say:

“-You answered to no one, so they told me to come!”

Your gaze turned back to your phone, looking at your conversation with Mina; you knew she was the one who send him.

“-Well, as you can see, I am alright. So, don’t worry, and go rest, you do have work tomorrow after all.”

He looked at you, dumbfounded.

“-Are you serious right now?

-Well, I do am answering all of their messages now, so everyone can stop worrying.”

Your tone was dryer than usual, as if you had cried. Well that could have been one of the reasons for your dryness if you had actually cried, but right now, you were irritated by him, and he also could tell by now. You two are so close to the point that it is a no brainer.

“-(y/n), I’m sorry.

-What are you apologizing for?”

He looked at you, not knowing what to say.

“-See? You have no idea why you’re apologizing, so don’t do it, it’s meaningless.

-Well maybe, but I can tell you are mad at me. I may not know the reason why, but I still want to apologize!

-Well don’t, it’s useless. I was making up things…

-Making up things? What are you talking about?

-That’s not your problem anymore!”

Your voice had risen for that last sentence, letting him be in a bit of a shock. You were not really the type to get really mad at him.

He knew what to do; you couldn’t resist his hugs. Even if at the moment, you really wanted to, you couldn’t. Your feelings for that idiot were too big. So, you finally let it out all.

You cried.

As he hugged you, he was patting your head to show he was there for you and supporting you whatever was going on.

Once you had calmed down, you let slip these few words:

“-Why? Why do I?”

Not understanding what you meant, he separated you from him, his hands glued to the sides of your arms.

“-Why do you? He took a pause. What do you mean by that?

-Why did I even react like this, I knew it though…I’m so stupid.

-(y/n)? What are you talking about? He asked you, concerned.

-I knew you only saw us as friends.

-Because that’s not what we are? He questioned back, not understanding where you were going.

-Well, you think of us as friends, but I don’t.”

You saw that he was about to retort as his hands left your arms, so you said what you wanted to, it took you years to do so, but at least you would finally tell him, you were done with this weird situation.

“-I like you, Denki.”

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I hope you liked it :D

It is the OS for the 100 followers!

Thank you guys ^^

I would like to thanks @hikari-writes for helping me find the name for this AU ♥♥♥

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stargaze-issei · 4 years

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ᴅᴀʏ 𝟼; ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ

-> tsukishima kei.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; same tattoo, shared dreams, soulmates!au.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; none.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.8k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; the way i want to make a series out of everything in this challenge sigh.

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"what does it mean, tsukki?" yamaguchi asked by his side, looking with curiosity the needle leaving marks on his friend's skin.

tsukishima wanted to get a tattoo through his complete adolescence, his parents never allowed it, not until he could pay it by himself, at least. and there he was, eighteen years old, watching in amazement how one of his few dreams became true. being honest, he wasn't sure what it meant, but he had dreamed about those numbers a lot. since he was thirteen, the same number appeared not only in his dreams, but was everywhere else too, everytime he checked the hour, the number of his locker, even his volleyball shirt. of course it took him a while to figure it out, but once he saw it, he couldn't stop. it became his luck number.

"are you sure you just want that?" the artist wondered for the third time.

"yeah, it's important to me" the smile on tsukishima's face was completely different to all the others yamaguchi had seen since they knew each other.

*.✧☆ﾟ.*･｡✧*⊰⊹ฺ

"please, come see me play, you're always busy!" your friend, koganegawa, could be a pain in the ass if he wanted to. he could be one withouth wanting too. your job as an assistant teacher kept you occupied half of the day, add the hours at college and how much you had to study, to say it was hard to make room in your life was an understatement. which was why you never went to kogane's games after highschool.

"i told you i can't! i have... work"

"you don't work at nights, idiot! come see me play" he was so annoyingly persistent, that you had to accept, earning a excited hug from him.

after he left your appartment, only because you made him, you let yourself drop onto the couch, sighing. in fact, you were tired, but going to see kogane, one of your only friends, was something you could do. he was always so supportive, in his own unique way, it was the least you could do for him. you scratched your collarbone, unconciously going over your tattoo with your fingers, like checking if it was still there. somehow, that piece of inked skin gave you strengths when you felt like you were at your limit. the memory of a well known dream came to your mind, making you giggle.

*.✧☆ﾟ.*･｡✧*⊰⊹ฺ

you knew koganegawa's team was a professional team, but you never expected them to have a cheering squad, and local tv cameras and periodists focusing on them. it was your first time at the gym where they were playing, a little anxiety growing in your chest not knowing where to go. you tried calling him to help you, but all you got was a text saying he had sent somebody to your rescue.

"hi, are you kogane-kun's friend?" said a short blonde girl, touching your shoulder. she seemed really kind, making you feel more comfortable instantly.

you mumbled a positive respond, and she quickly grabbed your hand to take you to the bleachers like she knew the place by hand. she introduced herself as yachi hitoka, and said the game was about to start. she was also a friend of one of the players, but met some others, like koga, in highschool.

in the exact moment that you and yachi sat, the starting whistle blowed, starting with the power serve of a bleached haired guy.

yachi guide you through the game, explaining the basics to you, but you couldn't take your eyes off of the blond man with glasses, he looked so familiar, though you were sure it was the first time you saw him. he intrigued you, a lot. you were too shy to ask yachi for his name, hoping to catch it on through the speakers at some point, or trying to remember if kogane had said something about him. the game went on, points were made by everyone, and every single one the setter did, he looked at you, searching for a reassurance smile.

when it finished, a crushing victory from the frogs, you and your new friend went to wait for them outside of the compound, yachi felt the need to warn you before you met everyone.

"see, kyoutani can be a little... intense, some times, but he's really nice, and tsuk-"

"y/n! did you see me!? did you see my points!? we were so great!" she was interrupted by an overly excited koganegawa walking towards you, along with two ther blondes. your cheeks burned at the sight of whom you had glared so hard just minutes ago, wondering if he had noticed. his face was buried on his phone, too busy to look up, disappointing you a little.

"i saw you, dumbface, that's what i came to do" he pouted at your fake insult, proceeding to shout to kyoutani by his side how awesome you were for going to his game. you introduced yourself, one of they boys said to be kyoutani kentaro, the one of your interest didnt't even reply.

tsukishima had heard your voice many times before, but for the first time, he was awake. his eyes opened wide, a soft hum of confusion left his mout. it couldn't be you, you were just a made up person from his dreams, someone who he had never seen, less say heard talking, to recognize that fast. although it was you. those eyes, that voice, that hair, it was you. he had dreamed about you for so long, in his mind, at the beginning you were his same age, growing up as he did. you were exactly like that woman.

"...tsukki!" he came back to earth thanks to kogane, who was frenetically moving him from his shoulders trying to get his attention.

"get off" was all tsukishima answered.

"where's yamaguchi?" asked yachi. you didn't know what they were talking about, but you had witnessed the glasses boy, whom's name appears to be tsukki, go through a complete life crisis in the last minute.

"he's joining us at the restaurant" he said, starting to walk away by his own, followed by kyoutani and yachi, later by kogane pulling you from your arm to walk.

yachi and koga talked enough to fill the uncomfortable aire in the table once everybody ordered. a man named yamaguchi arrived a few minutes earlier, still in office clothes. he congratulated the guys on their victory and greeted you nicely, presenting himself as "tsukki's friend".

the minutes became hours, everyone, except you and tsukki, was drunk, even kyoutani had that red color on his cheeks because of the alcohol. yachi, who had stated that she was just a little tipsy, sober up when she saw how late it was.

"i have to work tomorrow! we all have to! oh go, i can't believe i let kogane- tsukishima, could you please take y/n home while i get these three an uber?" despite being so small, the girl seemed to be completely in charge of everything, probably because of her years as manager in highschool, you thought.

"are you sure you don't need help with them?" you asked, a bit curious about how was she going to handle two giants and a man with rabies by herself.

"don't worry, i've been doing this since highschool, i'm more worried about you arriving safe"

"i'll take her, you stay at yamaguchi's and text me when you're there" intervined tsukishima, he had been quiet most of the night, even though he couldn't look less interested in being there, he still refused to leave. sometimes, he would stare at you when you weren't paying attention, without knowing that you actually felt his look on you. the girl agreed to his proposal, kissing your cheek goodbye and giving her friend a small hug before you took your things and got out of the place, followed by the tall man.

the walk was silence after you told him you lived near enough to walk, him just nodding to your words. you didn't feel uncomfortable, though, and you wanted to believe neither did he. both of you were at a really short distance, and he didn't seem to care, but you smell of strawberry shortcake coming out of him. you giggled, thinking how funny it was that such an intimidating guy smelled like cake. tsukishima glared at you, disconcerted by your sudden laugh at no apparent reason.

"i used to go to this coffee house in highschool, they had the best strawberry cake i have ever eaten" your random fact caught tsukishima off guard, because he went to a coffee house with a really good strawberry cake since highschool too. he stayed silence, affraid to keep finding more shared details betweent the two of you. "i mean, don't think i talk about cake when- you smell like- i'm sorry" had you just made the situation hundred times worse? yes, you had.

the rest of the walk was as silent as the first half, now, tsukishima was uncomfortable, so much that you could tell, but still, he choose to stay close to you instead of making distance. despite being a autumn night, you felt hot, your multiples layers of clothing were now making you sweat. without giving it much thought, you took off your jacket and sweater, leaving at sight you tattoo in you collarbone. tsukki tried, he really did, to not look at you, stripping like it was nothing, so when he did, and saw his exact same tattoo in your body, he stopped walking. his jaw barely hit the floor, you could swear he saw a ghost.

"are you okay? d-do you...? what are you doing?" he got over his shocked, and in a light of boldness, he started to take off his coat and sweater, not only that, but lifting his shirt until you could see his nipple and ribs. it was then when you saw it too, your tatto, the exact same details, were on his skin, like it was printed of the same printer. you hadn't chose a design from an artist, you drew one on your own, wanting to be the only of its kind, yet, there you were.

like someone had opened a door in your mind, memories of lost dreams came back, you remembered from where tsukishima seemed so familiar. that damned dream you had for years, of him, who you thought was a creation from your subconscious, was now standing right in front of you, in flesh and bones. not you nor tsukishima knew how to react, maybe, fearing that the other would run away. a strange urge to cry invaded you, and for some reason, a intense desire to feel the blonde closer.

"i want to take you on a date, if that's okay with you"

"yes" you said not a second late, almost begging him to be with you from that day to your last.

"and i wanna kiss you right now" he didn't even let you answered before jumping to your lips, leaning a bit. you sighed in the middle of the kiss, relieved to feel him and his warm arms around you, your lips moving at synch.

his lips tasted like strawberry too.

⌙ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🥳

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this is the first moreid fanfic i’ve written :o long story short, i properly wrote the moreid soulmate!au i once posted here :D (here’s the link and i will also post it here… because why not lol)

‘Spencer Reid believed that he has truly prepared himself for everything on his first day at the BAU- except that he wasn’t expecting to meet his soulmate who also happened to be his team member- Derek Morgan.’

(i suck at summary pls act like this is sexy enough to seduce you to read this fic)

word count: 1.8k

It’s Spencer’s first day at the BAU.

He couldn’t help but feel nervous. He had his doubts about joining the unit, fearing that he wouldn’t fit in. He knew for a fact that he’s probably the youngest agent there- he’s probably the youngest in everything throughout everything he had experienced his whole life. From his childhood until now, he had always been that one kid who stood out from everyone else because of his age and yet he still felt nervous for his first day. Knowing how clumsy and uncoordinated he was, and how he couldn’t stop himself from talking once he opened his mouth, he really wished he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself in front of his team. Spencer knew he was an extraordinary man (although he never really admitted it out loud), that’s for sure and Gideon couldn’t let him go elsewhere- but Spencer had failed the physical tests many times- way too many that Gideon had to pull some strings so he could join the BAU.

He stood in front of the FBI building as he gently rubbed the spot on his wrist, written there was “hey pretty boy, what’s your name?”. Apparently, that was what his soulmate would say to him when they met for the first time. His soulmate’s first sentence- and it was also written in the said soulmate’s writing so Spencer considered himself lucky that his soulmate had a pretty handwriting. At school though, he would get teased a lot by the older students-

“Who would call a nerd like you pretty? You’re a boy.”

“I bet his soulmate is making fun of him when they first meet, who would call him that?”

“I’m sure they have sight problems.”

Spencer shuddered at the bad memories. He used to feel sad when people told him that but logically speaking, it would be his soulmate calling him pretty- so it’s not weird at all. It’s understandable. Till this day, Spencer hoped his soulmate wouldn’t be making fun of him because if that’s really the case, then that was just… mean.

Taking a deep breath, he nervously walked into the building, trying his best not to draw any attention to himself. The bodyguard sure looked surprised when Spencer told him he didn’t need visitor card because he’s a new agent there. He went straight to the elevator but before the door could close, another man walked in-

‘Whew he’s good looking’ Spencer thought to himself but he couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the man because he looked like the typical jock who used to make fun of him back in school. He tried his best not to stare at the man beside him because first, he didn’t want to look like a creep and second, he could feel the said man looking at him. He really couldn’t afford making an eye contact. It’s too early for that. It’s too early for him to deal with someone making fun of him- it’s his first day at work, it’s still morning and he’s only in the elevator- he hadn’t even arrived to his floor yet.

He kept on ignoring the man beside him as he tightly clutched to the cup of coffee he bought earlier, bringing his focus towards the floor.

“Hey pretty boy, what’s your name?” the man asked.

Spencer’s brain stopped working- and his brain NEVER stopped working, never. Reluctantly, he turned his head slowly towards the man- they’re the same height so their eyes met once Spencer looked at him. It took him a few seconds for the reality to sink in- the handsome guy beside him was his soulmate. He just called me pretty, he said the exact things on my wrist oh my god-

“I see we’re going to the same floor so I’m assuming you’re the new guy Gideon told us about. He didn’t show us any picture but he did tell us that the he is young and you look young enough. Unfortunately, I forgot your name.”, his soulmate smiled apologetically. “Anyway, welcome to the team. I’m Derek Morgan, and you are?”

Spencer couldn’t help whatever that came out of his mouth after that. Or whatever that he impulsively did after that because despite the rational side of his brain telling him not to push the emergency stop button but he still did it anyway. Only once in a blue moon he found himself having this kind of courage and bravery and he didn’t want to hold back- not now.

“Did you know that the probability of meeting your soulmates in this kind of situation is low, around 9% which is recorded in a study done by the government in 2018 but it’s been confirmed that if you meet someone for the first time and they say the exact thing written on your skin then that person is 100% your soulmate, so there’s no reason for me to think that you’re not the one because no one would ever call me that so hi.” Spencer exhaled all of those in one breath as he looked right into the man- Derek’s eyes. “I’m Spencer Reid.”

Derek stared at him for a few seconds before giving him an astonished look.

“Well hello Spencer.” Derek grinned as he stepped closer to him. “So, I’ve finally met the one who made me have a whole paragraph written on my left chest, with a very unique handwriting not to mention- but don’t worry, I can still read it.”

Spencer’s face was flushed as Derek said that. His handwriting was a bit peculiar than the others- just another thing to be added into the list of ‘How Spencer Reid is different from anybody else’.

“Turns out he’s very pretty and a genius too, ah what is it- IQ of 187 with eidetic memory isn’t it? You can also read up to 20000 words per minute.”

“How did you-”

“Gideon told us a lot about you even before. I do remember a few things since it’s not everyday I heard things like that.“ Derek proceeded to put his arm around Spencer’s narrow shoulder, leaning closer to his ear that Spencer could practically felt Derek’s breath on his skin. Spencer squirmed under his touch but couldn’t bring himself to push Derek away. He was uncomfortable with people invading his personal space like what Derek was doing now but honestly, he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t ignore how he felt comforted by the touch and instead of feeling horrified and he intended to keep that feeling for as long as he could.

Derek didn’t seem to notice Spencer dealing with his internal thoughts as he continued to whisper right into Spencer’s right ear. "Now I don’t really want to talk about Gideon with my soulmate although I should probably thank him, but hey pretty boy, if we’re lucky and we don’t have a case for today, how about I take you out for a dinner?”

Dinner?

Spencer played with the strap of his satchel bag as he shyly nodded. “Y-yeah- I would like that. A dinner. It sounds nice.”

“It’s a date then.“ Derek beamed with delight. "By the way, when you said no one would ever call you that, what do you mean? Is it pretty?” Derek asked curiously, still having his arm on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you could say that… No one would ever call me that, rationally speaking. For my whole life, people made fun of me for having the word pretty on my wrist because they don’t think it suits me. I look like a nerd and my fashion sense isn’t that good- probably non-existent so it’s surprising to know that one day someone will call me pretty but it’s understandable because it’s coming from my soulmate who is you and you know what, I should stop talking now. I can talk for hours if no one stops me.” Spencer stopped himself from talking and exposing more of his whole childhood trauma to Derek. People always found it annoying when he talked and rambled.

“Hey, I sincerely mean it when I said that you’re pretty- just fix your style a little bit and you could pass as a model, who knows. You’re shy too, it’s kinda cute.” Derek couldn’t help but tease the younger man beside him. “If you want to talk, I’m all ears. It’s amazing to know that you have a lot of knowledge that it’s hard for you to stop talking. I don’t mind honestly- trust me it’s not annoying.”

Spencer couldn’t help but feel very contented and lucky- his soulmate, Derek was such a nice person (and Spencer also felt like crying because he felt like everything was happening too fast) . Never once in his life he had met people who willingly wanted to listen to his rambling and think that he’s good looking enough to be called pretty.

It’s really a nice feeling to be called pretty.

"Anyways I can’t wait to learn more about you Dr. Genius” Derek ruffled his hair before pushing the button once again. “I don’t know how to stay low and not obvious around other profilers but let’s keep this a secret for now shall we? I don’t want to overwhelm you on your first day of work with the team knowing this- especially Penelope. She won’t stop bombarding you with questions if she knows.” he chuckled. “Is that okay with you? I notice you get panic easily-”

“It’s okay.” Spencer told him. “more than okay actually. I came here, fully prepared to face my first day of work but I wasn’t expecting to meet my soulmate here, so staying low is nice for now-for today. Thank you.” he smiled gratefully at Derek.

The elevator door opened.

“I can’t promise that I won’t pay extra attention to you today- you’re my soulmate after all but don’t worry. I’ll just tell the others it’s because you’re the new guy and it’s nice to have another man in the team besides Gideon and Hotch.”

“I’m fine with that.” Spencer let out a shy smile again. He never experienced being the subject of someone’s attention and he couldn’t deny that he actually liked the feeling.

“Let’s hope this day won’t be like one of those long days- we have a date tonight.” Derek bopped him on the nose before walking out, gesturing for Spencer to follow him.

'I have a date tonight’ Spencer thought as his blush deepened. He slowly walked out of the elevator, following Derek from behind.

Yeah, a date, he would definitely love that. If he had doubts before then for sure, they’re gone by now. Joining the BAU was definitely one of the best choices he had ever done in his life.

- the end

#moreid #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x derek morgan #iqa writes

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animebaby00 · 3 years

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Request: Makoto/Haru

Makoto and Haru in university. Makoto is involved in an accident. Haru called out of class. Their story of recovery. Makoto with a broken leg/ribs and Haru from the traumatic fear of almost losing Makoto. Haru takes care of Makoto.

Phew ! I'm so sorry this took awhile to get out! But it's here and ready for you! I hope you like it!

Our Pain is Also Our Strength

(WARNING: Mentions of car accidents below)

Haru knew something was wrong the moment he got called out of swim practice at Hidaka University. The odd feeling he got when he was told to go to the office. It made his skin prickle with unease and made his hands become sweaty and cold, creating a heavy sensation that felt like a rock was sitting deep in the middle of his stomach.

It was such a rare occurrence. On one hand alone, he could count the amount of times he'd been taken out of class during all of his years in elementary school and highschool. Most of the time, it had been for medical reasons, things involving family. But as far as he knew, there was no such issue in any of those departments.

Until today.

Static rang in his ears upon hearing it. A woman at a desk muttered something to him, a collection of about 30 words, but Haru only registered 3 as he ran out of the school's building and to the nearest train station

Makoto, accident, and hospital.

Those were the words that repeated over and over and over again in his mind and not just because of their connections, but because Haru just couldn't register…

How? And why?

He wasn't even sure what "accident" meant. Did he fall? Injure himself? Did something happen at work? Did someone step out of line and hurt him? He hoped it wasn't that.

Who would even hurt someone who was as nice,sweet, and considerate as Makoto?

So many questions that Haru didn't know the answer to. And that scared him.

However, that feeling increased tenfold when he was told at the reception that Makoto was in the emergency ward as well as full detail of what happened.

It was a traffic accident. Not as extreme as most but effective enough to cause a significant amount of damage. Makoto had been at an intersection at the corner, preparing to turn, and some bastard had run a red light.

Makoto's car had spun around due to the compact and the driver's side had collided with the base pole of another stoplight on the adjacent side of the street, trapping him inside. Supposedly, he had been unconscious when the paramedics arrived on the scene, but had woken up due to all the commotion. That was all the information Haru had collected until he just couldn't take it anymore and promptly asked where Makoto's room was.

He excused himself from the individuals he had bumped into to get there, apologized for pushing himself into the already full elevator that would take him to the proper floor. He didn't feel bad though, considering that he was damn sure that anyone who was in his situation with a boyfriend who was in an unknown state after an unfortunate accident would be in a rush just like he was in now.

Finally, he arrived, and he wasted no time in entering, desperation and worry gnawing away down into his bones.

"Makoto ?" He asked urgently, practically sprinting inside the room, "Makoto ? Are you in here ?"

"H-Haru ?"

His blood froze, eyes widening at Makoto's voice.

It sounded so weak.

Slowly, Haru peered around the privacy curtain in the center of the room that divided off the bed from a double sink area and an extra IV stand, gaze resting on the inhabitant in the bed he had been so worriedly aching to see.

And the sight he was met with utterly knocked the wind out of him.

He'd never ever thought that he'd have to see Makoto, his Makoto, in a state like this.

The first thing he noticed was the cast, huge, bulky, riding all the way from the top of Makoto's foot to his midthigh, elevated with a stack of thick hospital pillows. Crisp, clean bandages were thickly wrapped on a few sections of his arms, but a more noticeable one was wrapped widely around his chest area, their whiteness off set by the splotches of several bruises that littered his skin. There were a few butterfly bandages on his forehead and over his brow to seal the more minor injuries, and several IV cords were dangling from the holders above, administering from what Haru could count as 3 different medications.

And Makoto sat in the middle of it all, and still managed to,somehow, keep that damned, adorable, beautiful smile on his face. It was smaller than usual, but still, it was there.

All too quickly, he found himself rushing forward in angry, terrified, relief to Makoto's side. He pulled him into his arms the best he could without hurting him, not giving a damn when the hot tears that he didn't even know he was holding in, cascaded in waterfalls down his face.

"M-Makoto," he hiccuped, burying his face into the crook of his neck, "God, Makoto…"

He could feel the bigger male hum against his ear, warm arms and hands encircling his back, "It's okay, Haru. I'm alright. I'm here."

"S-shut up. Y-you almost…" he pulled away, furiously wiped at his face, and proceeded to cup Makoto's cheeks in his hands, gliding his fingers over his jaw, his cheekbones, and the bridge of his nose, committing every single feature to absolute memory. He leaned forward, allowing their foreheads to touch and he let out a shaky sigh.

"D-do you know how m-much that s-scared me? I...I thought you-"

"Hey, come on." Makoto's soft voice eased, grabbing onto the hands that were cradling his face, ""Don't think like that."

"How can I not?!" Haru wept, voice cracked like broken glass, "This isn't something we can just forget about! I could've lost you today, Makoto !"

"I know…" the injured male trailed, hurt by his boyfriend's distressed outburst. He couldn't blame him though. If Haru had been the one in his position, he would probably be saying the exact same thing right now.

He grabbed the distressed male's hands in his own.

They were covered in cold sweat, but Makoto didn't mind in the slightest.

"Haru please, calm down. There's nothing we can do right now until the doctor comes back in so let's just...talk. Okay?"

A light pressure could be felt against his palms and Haru looked down, noticing the gentle squeeze from Makoto's fingers. His staggered breathing calmed some and he closed his eyes.

"Y-you're right." He stammered, amazed at how easy it was for him to calm down by Makoto's simple touch, "I'm sorry. Anger is the last thing you need. I shouldn't have come in so...so"

"Hey, you have nothing to apologize for. If I were you, I probably would have done the same thing," he ghosted his fingers over Haru's knuckles, "You have every right to be upset and it would be a lie if I said I wasn't upset too. No one wants to be in the...position that I'm in right now. It's not exactly ideal, or comfortable for that matter."

Haru's eyes immediately widened, "Are you in pain?" he fretted, to which he got an immediate reply of a shaking of a head.

"No, not really. They've been pumping me full of drugs since I've got here. If anything, I just feel really sluggish and tired, but I can't really find the ability to sleep. They didn't want me too just in case I had a concussion."

"Oh…"

"Haru?"

"Hm?"

Makoto opened his arms, and Haru immediately shook his head.

"Why not?"

"I don't…" he looked down at the floor, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Silly," Makoto chuckled, arms spreading the tiniest bit wider, "You won't hurt me. Now come here."

Haru looked off to the side a little uneasily, but then proceeded to scoot forward until he was laying in the crook of the space between Makoto's arm and the side of his chest, head resting on his shoulder.

"There," Makoto smiled, "Much better."

Haru said nothing, instead opting to guide Makoto's face towards his. And in one, swift movement, their lips were merged together in a soft, heartfelt kiss

Makoto's eyes closed at the feel of Haru's cool, sweet lips on his, noticing the feel of his hand gripping his neck in a gentle, desperate fashion as he carded his fingers through Haru's soft, dark hair. Those actions were a silent agreement that right now, this was what they needed most.

~~~~~~~

"There. Does that feel okay? Not too high? Do you need me to move anything?"

Makoto chuckled, "It feels perfect Haru. Thank you."

He nodded, "I'll be right back with the ice, do you want anything from the kitchen while I'm in there ?"

"No, I'm okay. Just the ice is fine."

"Okay…"

It's been 2 weeks since Makoto's accident, and during that time, Haru had been doing absolutely everything he could to aid in Makoto's recovery.

When the doctor had come back in to speak to the both of them, he had revealed that Makoto had a plethora of injuries.

He didn't have a concussion which was good, but he did suffer from a broken right leg, 2 broken ribs, some cuts and bruises, and he had to get a few stitches on a cut above his eyebrow. They were certainly grateful they both had good medical insurance and savings since it was obvious that Makoto was going to be down for some time.

The doctor gave him an estimation of 2 months with the cast and an additional month with a leg brace as well as some light physical therapy. All in all, a supposed 3 month period before he would make a full recovery.

That meant, he couldn't coach, teach, or swim at all until that time period was up. He had also been put on strict bed rest for 3 weeks minus the necessary actions of using the bathroom, to which he had to use crutches to do so in addition to any other walking around that he did. At least Makoto only had 1 week of bedrest left, and he was grateful for that. He was also immensely grateful for all of the things Haru had been doing to take care of him.

The chores around the house; cooking, cleaning, laundry, and the shopping. Making sure he was comfortable at all times, helping him bathe and get dressed while also attending college on top of it all. Haru was doing it all and it was definitely a lot to take care of. And while Makoto deeply appreciated it...he couldn't help but feel bad, but he knew there was nothing he could do except help out in the tiny increments where he could while also ensuring Haru that he was fine.

Which he was having to do a lot as of late.

"Here, I have your ice."

Makoto snapped his head up, "Hm? Oh, thank you Haru!"

"No problem…"

Haru gently set the ice pack to lay steadily on the base of Makoto's cast then took a seat next to the temporarily disabled male, head moving to lay on his shoulder as he grabbed the remote to randomly scan through the TV channels.

Makoto shifted his position slightly, arm raising to rest over Haru's shoulders. Even from the slight touch, Makoto could feel how tense they were. He gently ran his hand over them, even turning it up to smooth at the base of Haru's neck where his hair ended, and he frowned slightly as the rumble of a yawn left Haru's lips.

"Are you tired?"

"A little."

"Why don't you get some sleep…"

"I'm fine."

"But Haru-"

"I have to take care of you."

A sigh left Makoto's lips. This was growing to be his response for absolutely everything. He gently squeezed his boyfriend's shoulder.

"I'll be fine for a few hours. You need to stop thinking about me so much and also take some time to look after yourself. You're exhausted Haru, anyone can see that."

Haru shook his head "It was just that stupid nightmare I had. It woke me up a few times, that's all. I'll sleep better tonight."

A deeper frown etched it's way onto Makoto's lips.

Every so often for the last few nights, he was aware that Haru had been struggling to get a good night's sleep. It was only about a week ago that Haru shared the information that he was having nightmares about the accident and Makoto was devastated. But once again, he couldn't blame him, even though he had told Haru to wake him on the occasions that he did have them so that he could at least talk and try to quell the feelings they caused for his traumatized love. From what Haru told him, they weren't pleasant, almost all of them resulting in a twisted, gory ending that was nowhere close to what actually happened.

"Haru…" Makoto whispered, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to bother you. You need rest."

"And so do you."

Makoto guided his other hand under Haru's chin, inwardly wincing as the action caused a twinge of pain to shoot through his chest, but he didn't care. Slowly, he guided Haru's head to look at him, green to a heavy, exhausted, dark-circle rimmed blue.

"Listen, I know you're worried about me, and you have every right to be. What happened was... uneventful. And it was unexpected and scary. I get that. But you wearing yourself down to care for me isn't going to help anything."

Haru pressed his lips together, and looked downwards, "...It's not just that."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Why I'm doing this? It's not just to help you. It's..." he looked back up, eyes now brimming with tears " It's so that I'm always with you. I don't want to leave your side."

Makoto felt his heart jitter uncomfortably in his chest, "Oh, Haru…"

"What happened two weeks ago," he started suddenly, "It scared me. I...I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life. Seeing you like that...it just showed me what life can do to you."

Makoto stayed silent as Haru continued, his voice growing to become tight and strained.

"All I can picture is what else could have happened. I just can't get it out of my head. I don't want to have nightmares, I don't want to be fearful. But I realized then, when I saw you…" he swallowed thickly, and gripped the fabric of Makoto's t-shirt, tears falling.

"I saw how fast things can be taken away from you. How fast you can lose the things you care about, and I don't ever want you to be taken away from me…!"

Makoto was at a loss for words as Haru cried into his shoulder. This whole time, he was so scared, terrified, and he left it eating away at him until he couldn't anymore.

This accident affected the both of them, sure. But it had affected Haru so much more that he originally thought.

"Hey," Makoto urged gently, tilting Haru's face up "Come on Haru, look at me."

He did, slowly, his eyes soaked with tears. Makoto smiled warmly and wiped them away with his thumbs.

"I won't ever be taken away from you, I want you to know that right now. Nothing could ever, EVER separate us so I don't want you to be scared that something will." Makoto looked downwards at his cast, " Accidents happen whether we want them to or not, and they can do a significant amount of damage and that's something I should have paid more attention to in regards to you."

Haru shook head, "No, Makoto I-"

"Shh," he was stopped by a finger against his lips,"This took a toll on you just as much as it did me and I should've noticed that. It scared you and made you fearful and I should have done more to prevent that. You can't lie now and brush it off like it's nothing."

An uneasy "Hrm..." sounded from Haru's throat and he watched as Makoto reached down and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Let me say one thing though." He whispered softly, stroking the skin on the top of Haru's hand, "You can stay by my side as long as you need and help me when I need it, but let me at least do something to help you."

He firmly set his gaze on Haru, eyeing his dark blue orbs, "I know it will take some time to get over this. We both need to recover, me physically and you mentally. So when you need to talk or if you're worried about something, don't hesitate to come talk to me, and make sure you continue to take care of yourself on top of it."

He squeezed Haru's hand tighter, "If we help each other, then I know we'll be okay. You believe me don't you?"

In all honesty, Haru could never make sense of how well their hands fit together, like two puzzle pieces, or a perfectly crafted lock and key, and it always offered a gentle, soft, reassuring warmth.

That warmth radiated everywhere, all around them, even in Makoto's words in that things would be okay. That they would recover from this.

Haru squeezed Makoto's hand back, a soft, quiet "Yes..." leaving his lips.

"Good," he kissed Haru's temple, "Now what do you say we both get some rest ?"

And they did, bodies settled comfortably on the sofa, Haru nuzzled against Makoto's neck, together.

Exact the way they should be.

#haruka nanase #makoto tachibana #haru x makoto #free! iwatobi swim club #angst #sad #cute #kisses #comfort #talking #accidents

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lixiefe · 4 years

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Can’t Touch- k.sm

Chapter Seven: D-Day

Words: 1.6k

Warning: none for now.

(I’ll put another gif because I love Seungmin’s smile. credits to pinterest)

“Oh my god! My baby, you look amazing!” your mother cooed, teary- eyed and fawning at you with the smile you knew would melt you.

You looked at the body-length mirror in front of you, noticing the details and the vile effort put into your whole attire. With little flairs of tousled hair cascading down your cheeks, straightened hair swept and pinned into a simple yet elegant chignon, your hair was styled to perfection. Also with a small tiara right where your veil was attached.

You swiped a hand on your inflated gown, coming to the realization that you were- however unnatural it sounded - going to get married. You weren’t really objecting to this wedding as much now, maybe because you had developed a tiny crush on your fiancé, or maybe because everyone just seemed so much happier and bustling with mirth. And you wouldn’t trade that happiness with backing out last minute.

You also smiled at yourself, faint and small. Your mother was supposed to walk you down the aisle, since your father was as good as non-existent and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your mother had been so happy throughout the past month, with no signs of sadness and absolutely no slip of tears, that it hurt you to see her almost at the brink of tears.

But they were happy tears, that- you knew.

“Shall we?” your mother extended her hand, expecting you to take it. Much to your pleasure, your mother was also dressed in a white dress, except it wasn’t as flamboyant as yours. You thought that she looked even prettier than you did, with her smile lighting up her face.

You took her hand and inhaled a big breath, tightly shutting your eyes before opening them again. You felt- strangely nervous, as if the shift in your hectic and tight- schedule life would make you miss it. Nonetheless, no matter how much your heart wanted to calm down, there was no backing out. It was probably the pre-marital fright nerves that struck you.

“Dear, your bouquet!” you mother reminded, pointing at the bunch of plumeria and yellow roses wrapped at the branches with a silk ribbon. You hastily took the flowers in your other hand and entwined your other arm with your mother. It was flattering for you that Seungmin had remembered you choice of flowers.

You proceeded to walk with your mother and soon enough, you were in front of the porch. You looked around to see the people that you knew, including the festivity and cheer around you. You spotted Jisung aggressively waving his hands in criss-cross motions, magnetizing even more attention than what his looks drew.

Seungmin watched you from afar, walking down exactly towards him. For reasons, he felt something he's never felt before; fluttering and pleasant. You looked like a goddess, not even an angel but a very beautiful, stunning goddess. And then you smiled at someone, who he did not see, for his eyes were only on you. He could feel his heartbeat quicken and everything except you seemed to be a blur; a vague existence that he paid no heed to. And oh lord, he mentally swooned over your overbearing beauty. Unknowingly, one of his hands rested on his chest, feeling the rapid blood circulation of his heart.

When you looked at him, he felt nervousness wash over him. His hands started to get clammy under his white gloves and the tips of his fingers ice cold. He twiddled with his fingers and wondered what this sudden feeling was. What were you doing to him?

Your mother walked you to your soon-to-be husband. Of course, you were a nervous-wreck. And you didn’t even properly take a look at Seungmin yet. You could feel a jittery feeling amidst your stomach; as if a flock of butterflies were flapping endlessly.

You got the wrong sky, please leave.

And then, you're white-glove clad hand was passed to the scathingly handsome Seungmin that stood in front of you. You felt so diffident that you couldn’t hold eye contact longer than five seconds. It was like a fantastical reunion, cliche. ‘Come on, don’t screw this up,’ you said to yourself; mumbling on your own, inarticulate.

Seungmin had his eyes fixated on you, with the softest look in his eyes. His skin glowed under the sunlight and his vibrant suit complimented his black tie. Seungmin held your covered hand with his- your fingers barely dangling in his feeble grip. He searched for your eyes in an attempt to ease your tensions and heedlessly, it comforted you.

You both said your vows, most of it searched up from the internet and altered just a little bit to match with your situation. You fell into a short dilemma when you heard Seungmin verbatim blurt out most of the things that you mindlessly scripted on a page from the internet. And you began to nibble your lips. At last, you managed to turn that fake script upside down and used your underrated essay skills to make up something right away. It was, in one word, frenetic. One wrong word could ruin it all and you tried you best to make it seem natural.

You felt like you were retaking your college entrance exams.

And then came the moment you were afraid of. You were stressing over how you were going to kiss Seungmin the day before. Even though it made you anxious, you couldn’t deny the little bit of excitement you felt. You anticipated it, yet your brain told you that you couldn’t.

But that moment never came. Your ‘I do’s were the last thing that tied your hands regard of the wedding- literally. He’d released you almost immediately. The priest hadn’t even told you to hug him, the only thing he said was, you quoted ‘I now, pronounce you man and wife’ and that was it.

You felt the exact same feeling of letdown come back from your engagement night- if it could even be called engagement- except, it was stronger and it nipped at your guts. But you forced yourself to feign a carefree attitude and smile.

And you swore, it was so hard.

The dance gathering was now being held, everybody swaying their bodies to the rhythm. You had started dancing with your now-husband but somehow, you managed to twist your ankle and simultaneously scrape the back of your ankle with the harsh lining of you heels. So far, so bad.

You were sat on a chair, away from the bustling dancing, with your evil heels 10 feet away from your sight. It wasn’t really that boring, including the fact that Seungmin was here as well- that too, right beside you. It was frustrating that he was also beside your demonic heels. The heels that you wanted to throw into oblivion for paralyzing you.

Why you weren’t taken to the hospital despite Mrs. Kim’s insists went like this-

“Oh my god, dear! Are you okay? We need to take you to the hospital!”

“No! I am fine! I’ll just sit a bit.”

“But your ankle,”

“Nothing happened, really! Just my heels. Ahaha...”

Time skipped fast and you were inside Seungmin’s penthouse. How did you get here? Well, if it weren’t for Jisung, you thought you were going to be left behind. Because, Seungmin was not of any help. Jisung tagged along with the both of you, to help you get there with your horrible limp and to aid you with your injured ankle. He, for one, knew you were lying pretty to save yourself the bother of an uncanny bridal-hospital-journey.

You thanked him countless times to which he told you that there was no need. At last, he confidently twisted back your warped ankle, astonishing you as the pain of your ankle disappeared with a little soreness. Then, he saluted aptly and headed back. You stared at his receding silhouette in wonder, moving your feet, but there was no pain. Was he some magician?

Jisung surprised you in the most unique ways.

“Y/N,” you heard Seungmin call you from behind. You pivoted your head back, realizing that he had gotten changed into informal clothes. There was a damp towel around his neck and shriveled wet hair decorated his comfortable look. He looked so different than any other time you’d seen him; so much casual and indifferently handsome.

He came approximately 2 meters closer to you. Smiling sheepishly, he says, “How do you stay so long in such a—” he eyes your sitting figure head to toe, smile widening as he pointed towards the bloated gown of your dress, “In such a heavy thing?”

Your emotions drained from your face and you blankly stared at him. Still not over his uselessness and eyes screaming ‘do you really want to say this?’. He seemed to be fazed by your lack of response, initiating a soulless laughter as he finally picked onto your mood. But that too, brought nothing from you. In utter embarrassment, he shut up as his hands fumbled before his mouth.

That was actually cute. But would you let that show? no.

“You can wash up in your room. There is a nameplate in front of your door. My mother made sure there's everything but if you need anything, I’m right in my room.” He spoke, in the same canorous voice that baffled you. And then, he left to his room.

You noticed his voice had such a soothing touch to it. You could listen to him talk all day and still not be tired of it. A voice that could sing melodiously. But, unlucky for you, he wasn’t much of a rambler.

Maybe that’s why he was best friends with Han Jisung.

“Good night.”

a/n: It gets better... the soulless description will get better.... :’)

and I um forgot to say, I dont really know how christian marriages work. I have done my best to research properly before writing. If there’s any errors, please forgive me!

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pidayforpi · 3 years

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“Flickering Flames”

Two waterfowls stood in front of a castle. A duck and a goose, to be exact.

Though it was already spring, the highlands of Scotland beckoned cold wind from all directions.

The green duck stood unfazed, but his yellow goose companion was shaking from the chilly wind, despite the goose wearing twice the amount of clothing of the duck.

Seeing his friend trembling in the cold, the duck reached out for the goose’s tiny palm. Although, their hands were equally cold.

He might not be able to warm his body, but he could at least warm his heart.

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Duckula put down the heavy bag of golf equipments, and knocked on the castle gate. He tapped his feet impatiently, hoping to quickly get this chore done. He believed Heinrich would like the same, as he was visibly very, very cold.

How Duckula wished he could understand his feeling right now. Vampires were permanently cold. No matter it was in the scalding summer, or the snowy winter, Duckula could only feel...nothing at all.

Perhaps there really was a difference. Duckula had been trying to be empathetic, but there were still a lot to learn.

Through the air current, he could hear grunting, wheezing, mumbles and footsteps. The resident was awake. Or, woken up. At least he knew he didn’t have to knock again. The least he wanted was to annoy the already grumpy old duck inside.

The huffing and puffing got closer and closer to the entrance, while the footsteps got louder and louder. Eventually, the wooden gate creaked open, and the master of the castle inquired after a cough.

“Where are ye frae? Where are ye fr- Oh, it’s ye lads...” Rory spoke from behind the door of his home, with only his crimson eyes visible to both guests outside.

Heinrich slightly tightened his grasp on Duckula’s hand in the presence of another vampire, while the older duck greeted his relative playfully.

“Good mornin’ Unca Rory! We are here to return these golf-“

“Get in!” Rory shouted from inside the building, interrupting his nephew.

“Huh?” Duckula was a bit confused, but continued nonetheless. “We will be dropping these golf equipments you-“

“Get in and we’ll talk!”

“R-really! We are just going to return these thingies you lent us for preparing the Highland Games. Won’t take you a min-“

“GET IN THE BLOODY CASTLE! YE TRYIN’ TO KILL ME, LAD?!”

Rory screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping up and down the stone floor grumpily. The shouting caused him to cough afterwards, and the two younger birds to stand still in shock.

Duckula felt wronged. He was just trying to give his uncle back his golf tools, and now he was overreacting hysterically, as if Duckula had placed a bomb in the bag. He believed none of the people present would want to prolong this meeting: Duckula was bored, Heinrich was freezing, and Uncle Rory was...well, stingy, even with time. He just wanted to say hi, drop the bag, and go home. How was this killing his uncle?

Just when Duckula was still processing and feeling bad for himself, Heinrich tugged his sleeves to gain his attention. The shorter gosling pointed up, signalling the green duck to look up. He did so, shielding his eyes from the morning sunlight-

Oh. Sunlight.

Duckula suddenly remembered not all vampires were immune to sunlight.

In fact, he’s the only one.

Duckula sheepishly grinned, sticking the tip of his tongue out. “S-sorry, Unca Rory...” Heinrich, despite innocent, also bowed his head in apology.

Rory grumbled lowly, controlling his temper with a deep breath. “It’s alright, nephew. And don’t call me that.”

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The two youngsters followed Rory into the castle. He lit the candles on the dining table, the torches on the wall, and the fireplace opposite of the gate.

“Take a seat.” Rory signalled his two guests to sit down at the long dinning table situated in the living room, even pulling out two chairs himself. The two felt a bit uneasy, but sat down with a nod of gratitude nevertheless.

After they had settled, Rory proceeded to what they assumed to be the kitchen or the pantry. Duckula and Heinrich looked at each other in confusion as sounds of running water, clanking utensils and liquid boiling echoed from wherever the host was. Their questions were soon answered, however, when Rory returned to the living room with a tea pot and three cups on a tray. The smell of camomile tea filled the area, giving the spacious room a homely feeling.

Both the mallard duck and the gosling were surprised. They were just here to return some stuff, and now they were treated like old friends from afar.

“W-woah! Unca...I mean, Uncle Rory, that’s...very kind of you...!” Duckula exclaimed. Even his butler wouldn’t serve him (pure) tea without him asking in the first place. Not to mention Rory was his senior.

“I have to live up me name as the ‘Scourge of the Glens’!” Rory proudly said as he put down the tray. He poured some tea into two of the three cups, and put them on top of two circular plates, before serving them to the two guests.

“S-s-so...y-you are g-going to p-p-poison us...?” Heinrich whispered, looking at the yellowish-green liquid suspiciously.

Seeing his good intentions were not well-received, Rory again hopped up and down, throwing his hands, along with his wooden cane, in the air.

“Then don’t drink it, I dare ye!”

And the two guests really did not touch the two cups for half a minute.

Not wanting his freshly brewed tea to go to waste, Rory eventually gave in.

“It’s not poisoned, I promise.”

Seeing that both cups were filled from the same tea pot, Duckula took the initiative and drank his cup first. Hopefully whatever poison (if present) worked for both vampires and mortals, so that he could be a viable test for toxin.

Of course it wasn’t toxic.

After witnessing his friend drinking his cup without appearing sick afterwards, Heinrich slowly picked up his and took a sip. Still hot. Perfect for his freezing body.

“S-sorry for doubting y-you, Mister McDuckula...” Heinrich looked at Rory shyly, regretful for mistaking his hospitality for hostility.

Rory’s expression softened when he heard the gosling’s apology. “It...it’s fine, laddie.”

“Heh. You should have seen Heinrich’s reaction when I handed him a Bockwurst sandwich!” Duckula beamed, recalling his first encounter with his little goose friend.

Heinrich blushed with embarrassment. “D-D-D-Duckula! I h-haff s-said I vas s-s-sorry!”

“Oh? What was it about, nephew?” Rory leant onto the table with a curious grin.

“Same as what happened just now, only it took him waaaaaaaay longer to get used to.”

Rory chuckled, crooking his already crooked back. Duckula scooted closer to his friend. “Sorry, Heinrich. It just reminded me of that day.”

Heinrich was still pouting a bit, but his cheek had returned from pink to yellow.

“Don’t blame yerself, kiddo. Ye’re a vampire hunter, after all. It is a foolish act to accept food or drink from a vampire. Ye never know if that meal will be yer last, before ye become one yerself!” Rory reassured Heinrich with a pat on his head, who smiled nervously in response.

“So, err, what are ye two here for today?” Rory finally questioned his two uninvited guests about their intentions, while pouring himself a cup of home-brewed tea.

Duckula remembered why they were here, and quickly put down his cup. “Oh! We are here to return these.”

Duckula picked up the heavy bag from the floor, jogging to the other side of the table, while Heinrich followed.

“Thank you for lending us your precious golf equipments! We won’t disappoint you in the coming Highland Games!” Duckula handed the bag with a smile.

“Lemme see...Three flags, five golf clubs, seven golf balls...Yes. Exact amount. Learnt yer lesson from the last time, hm?” Rory glared at Duckula, who let out an anxious chuckle.

He then turned his focus onto Heinrich, before smirking mischievously.

“Say, nephew. Ye do know how to please an elderly. So nice of ye to bring me...breakfast.” Rory stared at the gosling straight in his eyes, causing the latter to cling closer to his friend.

Duckula understood his uncle’s “joke”, and sighed. “He’s not your breakfast, lunch, dinner or midnight snack.”

“Then why are ye bringing him to me lair? Ye do realise...I am...a vampire!” Rory hid his face behind his cloak mysteriously, before revealing himself, showing his sharp, white fangs with an evil smile. Heinrich gasped, rushing to hide behind Duckula.

On the other hand, Duckula was visibly unamused. “So am I, uncle. He’s just accompanying me. And his name is Heinrich. You know that.”

Rory laughed to himself, before questioning his nephew again. “I think he is with the doctor?”

Duckula rubbed his forehead. “That’s a long story. Goosewing got to attend an inventors’ conference today, and Vanna also got lessons at the university. So I am taking care of Heinrich for the day.”

“And before you ask, no. I won’t leave him behind at the castle. I can’t guarantee I can return his assistant alive to Goosewing. He would definitely be killed, intentionally by Igor, unintentionally by Nanny.”

“Then why didn’t ye send yer dear butler Igor to do the chore? Ye’re a count, for heaven’s sake!”

“This is a small task. I can handle it myself.”

Rory raised an eyebrow at Duckula’s response, obviously not buying his explanation. Duckula saw the suspicion in his uncle’s red eyes, and let out a big sigh.

“Okay, you got me. Igor is on strike.” Duckula confessed.

“For?”

“For...him.” The count moved to the side, gesturing the young vampire hunter behind him.

“Even for a year, he still can’t accept Heinrich and his family. That stubborn old vulture...How can I possibly entrust Heinrich to him? I can’t even let Heinrich out of my sight at the castle! Might as well take him with me...”

“...Even someone else’s castle is safer than mine...”

Duckula sulked, looking down at his webbed feet. Heinrich also lowered his head with a frown, feeling sorry for Duckula, and even more guilty for worsening the relationship between the count and the butler.

After ten seconds of hanging his head down, Duckula snapped out of his thought. He realised the awkward situation he had made. He just vented out his family conflict all of a sudden, making Heinrich extremely guilty and Rory rather uncomfortable.

“I...I am sorry...” Duckula’s eyes darted between his friend and uncle, desperately trying to reverse the situation. But he didn’t know what to say other than apologies. “I am sorry...I am sorry...”

Rory took a deep breath, and sighed quietly. He also didn’t expect the just-warmed-up room to freeze again in a mere minute. But if the atmosphere had turned serious, he might as well go along.

“C’mere, kids.”

He placed all the tea utensils onto the large rectangular tray, and picked it up. He turned around, inviting the two to join him.

The elderly walked towards the fireplace, while the two youngsters followed in silence. He placed the tray onto the coffee table next to the fire pit, and sat down on one of the two sofa chairs facing the fire. He gestured his hand to the other chair, asking the duo to sit.

“Y’know, ye aren’t the first Duckula-Von Goosewing friend duo I know.” Rory looked at the cracking flames, seeing memories of the past emerging from the burning firewood.

“I may be a hermit, but news comes and goes. And this bag o’ feathers has been around for who knows how long.”

“I have even met one pair in person - more than one pair, actually. Usually, the drake count would be introducing his new gander friend to this relative of his, perhaps a symbol of genuine friendship.”

“Sometimes the goose would be angry. Sometimes he would be scared. Sometimes he would be rather easy-going. Whatever their first impression, we would always have fun while we could. I always served them camomile tea on their first visit. They say camomile tea can calm ones’ nerves, whether it is fear or agitation.”

“They might visit once, thrice, five times, ten times...”

The old vampire stared at the flickering flames: Sometimes roaring, sometimes dying. His pleasant smile changed to a melancholy frown, his pupils dilating from sorrowful reminiscence.

“But they all stopped coming, eventually.”

“Perhaps they were tired of me, or they never intended to visit me regularly. But no. They stopped visiting anyone. Not together. Not anymore.”

“And before long, I would hear from the newspapers, that a member of the Von Goosewing family managed to vanquish another reincarnation of the foul Count Duckula, granting peace to the people of Transylvania for a century.”

“Or maybe, during family reunions, I would hear from the current Count Duckula himself, that he managed to trick a Von Goosewing into having his neck bitten, making a meal out of him and a humiliation out of his family.”

Rory turned his face away from the two and towards the fireplace. He sniffed gently as he looked into the flames of destiny. Life really was as fickle as fire, wasn’t it?

“And then a pair of duck and goose would visit me again. And another, and another, and another...”

“I would always welcome them with a smile and a pot of camomile tea. But I knew: There could only be two endings, both of which were tragedies.”

“I should had warned them. I should had told them the cautionary tales of their ancestors. But I was such a coward. But I was such a selfish person. Who am I to intervene with the relationships between Counts of Duckula and the Von Goosewing?”

“I didn’t want trouble. I didn’t want responsibility. I kept me beak shut. I witnessed tragedies after tragedies. I faced this punishment again and again.”

Rory took off his red tam o’ shanter, holding it in front of his chest. He closed his eyes, praying quietly.

Duckula and Heinrich looked at the elderly in awe. Surprised that they weren’t the first, sad that they weren’t the first as well. They could only imagine what tales of woe had happened in the past, and the feelings of regret the old vampire had been experiencing.

After a minute of silence, Rory put his cap back on, turning to face the two friends.

“Pray, I beg of ye. Pray don’t let this relationship end with a stake through the heart. Don’t let this friendship end with a bitten neck. Let it end with a genuine smile. No...”

Rory leant closer to the two, his crimson eyes filled with sorrow, his hands held tightly together.

“Pray, never let this friendship end...”

He freed his right hand, extending its pinkie.

“Promise me...Promise me...”

Rory looked at Duckula and Heinrich with utmost sincerity. It must be a request like no other, when the “Scourge of the Glens” practically begged and resorted to such childish promise-keeping ritual. Neither the mallard duck nor the young goose would understand how Rory felt, but they knew it must had been truly devastating for him.

This time, Heinrich took the lead, and stretched out his pinkie to hold onto the old duck’s. Duckula was a bit surprised at his normally cowardly friend’s initiative, but he understood once he saw the empathy in the gosling’s yellow eyes.

Duckula looked at his uncle with determination, and extended his pinkie.

A pinkie promise, but a promise stronger than any other.

“Thank you, lads...”

Rory hugged the duck and the gosling, tears flowing out of his crimson eyes.

For once, the flames in the fireplace did not die out.

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“Sorry, boys. Must had been embarrassing seeing this old duck weep.”

Rory settled back in his seat, wiping away traces of tears with his sleeves.

“It’s o-okay, Mister McDuckula. I c-cry all ze time.” Heinrich beamed, his smile spreading onto Rory’s face.

“Ye really are a kind child, Heinrich. The doctor is blessed to have ye as his assistant.”

“T-t-thank you so much, Mister McDuckula!”

“And ye too, nephew.” Rory smiled at Duckula. “A thoughtful and responsible young man. I am honoured to have ye as me guest at ‘Glen Sparrows Hotel’.”

Duckula blushed at his uncle’s compliment. “Aw, shucks...”

With another deep breath, Rory got up from his seat.

“Thank you for hearing this geezer’s mumbling. Shall I see ye out?”

Duckula exchanged gazes with Heinrich, who affirmed with a nod.

“Actually, if you don’t mind...” Duckula stood up, holding the tray in his hands and a smile on his face. “We would like another cup of camomile tea.”

Rory blinked a few times, feeling his heart getting sour again. He held back his tears, forcing a grin.

“Then ye better have some interesting stories up yer sleeves! This tea ain’t free! And I have told ye so much, ye better have something equivalent!” Rory took the tray to the kitchen, teasing his nephew and his friend.

“You bet I do, Uncle Rory!”

And so, a blood-sucking vampire, a vegetarian vampire and a vampire hunter’s assistant spent a day at the castle on the highlands of Scotland.

Windy the mountains might be, the stone wall kept the castle a homely abode. Quiet the wilderness might be, the laughter of its occupants kept the castle a joyful place.

The flames in the fireplace were still burning, forever sincere and pure.

(28-12-2020 ~ 31-12-2020)

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- The “Bockwurst Sandwich” incident is a part of Duckula’s first encounter with Heinrich (and vice versa). This will be included in my coming long story detailing the start of their friendship. Bockwurst sandwich is the favourite food of (my) Heinrich, by the way.

- I had thought for some time about where to end this story. I usually end my stories with a conversation, so I was thinking with the “We would like another cup of camomile tea” or “You bet I do” sentences. Eventually, I decided to end this with the fireplace, with “fire” symbolising “friendship”, and also use it as the story title.

#count duckula #duckula #rory mcduckula #heinrich #story #storyteller #short story

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the-busy-ghost · 4 years

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Shoddy History Edits: Mary Stewart, Countess of Arran

The oldest surviving daughter of James II of Scotland and Mary of Guelders, Mary Stewart was probably born in Stirling in July 1451*. Over the course of the next decade she would be joined by at least five siblings, four of whom lived to adulthood- the future James III (b.1452), Alexander Duke of Albany, John Earl of Mar, and Lady Margaret Stewart. Although their births secured the future of the Stewart dynasty, the early lives of these children were not exactly stable and Mary would lose both her parents by the age of thirteen. Following her father’s accidental death at Roxburgh in 1460, her mother took charge of the government of Scotland on behalf of the young James III, until her own early demise in late 1463. After this Mary’s powerful kinsman James Kennedy, Bishop of St Andrews, assumed a leading role in the kingdom’s affairs but when he died in turn in 1465, things began to get a bit out of hand. Possession of the king’s person was a valuable commodity during Scottish minorities and it wasn’t long before the favoured tactic of ‘rule by kidnap’ was employed by Robert, Lord Boyd.

In summer 1466, a group of Boyd supporters led by Robert’s brother, Alexander Boyd of Drumcoll, seized the fourteen year old James III while the king was out hunting near Linlithgow, and took control of government. A reasonable amount of nest-feathering ensued, which was not entirely unexpected. However the Boyds seem to have overstepped the mark when, on or around 26th April 1467, Lord Boyd’s eldest son Thomas was created Earl of Arran and wed the king’s older sister Mary. We don’t know what Mary herself thought about this sudden development but her brother certainly didn’t like it- James would claim in later years that he wept at the wedding, but was unable to stop it out of fear that he and his brothers would be destroyed. This bold move from the Boyds- whose chief representative was only a lord of parliament before 1467- may not have impressed the wider political community much either, especially since Mary was the eldest daughter and was probably expected to make an important match with another powerful European dynasty*. After all, several of her paternal aunts had married into princely dynasties- like the late Margaret (d.1445), who had married the dauphin of France, Isabella (d. after 1494) who married the duke of Brittany, and Eleanor (d.1480) who married the (Arch)duke of Further Austria, while three other aunts had also been involved in important, if obviously less impressive, marriage negotiations. During her mother’s negotiations with Margaret of Anjou in 1460, Mary herself had been suggested as a bride for Edward of Westminster, Prince of Wales, the son of the exiled Henry VI of England. But as fate would have it, neither of James III’s sisters were destined to marry outside the kingdom- although, like her younger brother Alexander, Mary would experience her fair share of European travel.

After three years of power, the tide began to turn for the Boyds in the summer of 1469. Robert, Lord Boyd had been busy over the past year arranging the king’s marriage to Margaret, daughter of Christian I of Denmark, and now he and his son Thomas, Earl of Arran, had the honour of escorting the royal bride back to Scotland. But in the meantime James III had finally managed to seize the reins of government, and, by the by, he had also come to the conclusion that Lord Boyd and his son weren’t really in need of their heads. This must have put something of a damper on proceedings when the Boyds’ ship docked in Leith. Later sixteenth century accounts claim that Thomas Boyd was intercepted on board by his wife Mary, who warned him of her brother’s intentions. Instead of disembarking with the rest of the fleet, the couple promptly sailed away from Scotland again, with Thomas’ father Robert joining them later in exile- a sensible precaution really since James had Robert’s brother Alexander Boyd of Drumcoll executed on the castle hill of Edinburgh a few months later, and forfeited the possessions and lives of Robert and Thomas Boyd in absentia**. Whether or not Mary played an active role in the flight of her husband and father-in-law like the sixteenth century writers claim***, we do know that she joined them in exile. Sixteenth century sources claim that the Boyds in vain sought the support of the king of France, while contemporary sources show that Mary and the Boyds took refuge in Flanders, throwing themselves on the mercy of her cousin Charles the Bold, Duke of Burgundy.

Bruges was then a fashionable place for exiled British royals to mooch around (Edward IV of England and co. were also in residence over the winter of 1470-71). Charles the Bold was not always a reliable ally but, in the Boyds’ case, he did at least send a message to James III through his ambassador Anselm Adornes (soon to become a favourite with the king of Scots), asking for the Scottish exiles to be pardoned and allowed to return home. James thanked the duke for his courtesy to his sister but stoutly refused, recounting the Boyds’ crimes and arguing that the duke, “ought no longer to favour traitors, who to the king’s dishonour had brought his sister to exile in many foreign lands.” So the Scottish exiles remained in Bruges for some time, staying at the Hotel de Jerusalem which belonged to Anselm Adornes while its owner went on pilgrimage to the real Jerusalem. During this time Mary gave birth to two children- James and Margaret Boyd- whose godmother was Margaret of York, Duchess of Burgundy.

In late 1471, though, the situation looked like it was improving. Some modern historians interpret the sources as stating that a plan was developed for the Boyds and Mary cross the sea again, and for Mary to travel to Scotland to soften her brother up while the Boyds waited in England until it was safe for them to return. On the other hand, sixteenth century writers like George Buchanan and John Leslie were of the opinion that James III had lured his sister home under false pretences, “on account of the great love she bore to her husband.” In any case, a safe conduct from Calais was granted to the exiles, and to Anselm Adornes who was to accompany them, and they sailed for England in October 1471. Thomas Boyd said goodbye to the rest of the group in the southern kingdom, and went to the court of the newly restored Edward IV, where he had business with the king. The rest of the party went on to Alnwick, where they were to remain to await the outcome of Mary’s mission (Robert, Lord Boyd, now quite old, is supposed to have died there). Mary then crossed the border with Anselm Adornes and his wife. She is not known to have seen her first husband again.

Little is certainly known of Mary’s career between her return to Scotland in 1471-2 and her second marriage in 1474, but clearly any plans to restore the Boyds to favour failed. Mary herself was receiving ferms from lands in Scotland by late 1473 at least, if not earlier, indicating that, if not exactly back in favour, she was at least able to conduct some business without royal obstruction. Both Leslie and Buchanan (and other writers) claim that she was detained by her brother in Ayrshire while James III wrangled a divorce between Mary and Thomas. The grounds and exact process of any such “divorce” are unknown, other than Buchanan’s puzzling story that the king summoned Thomas Boyd to Kilmarnock to answer for his crimes within sixty days and that, when Boyd naturally failed to appear, the marriage was declared illegitimate. Mary was then married (by force and “against her inclination” according to Buchanan) to James, Lord Hamilton, a man many years her senior but greatly favoured by the king. Once again we do not know Mary’s thoughts on this match, but it had taken place by Easter 1474, when, at the king’s command, “my Lady of Hammiltoune the Kingis sister” was given six ells of purple velvet for a kirtle. We know this was not James III’s younger sister Margaret (though she did later reside in Hamilton) since in July of the same year, Lord Hamilton surrendered several lands into the king’s hands so that they could be granted back in conjunct fee to the couple, with the wife named as “Marie Senescalli ejus sponse, sorori regis”. But aside from the minor detail that Mary’s first husband was perhaps still cutting about, there were other impediments which made the new couple’s relationship less than legal. Accordingly, in April 1476, Pope Sixtus dispensed them from the impediments of consanguinity, affinity, and public honesty, and declared the child which had since been born to them legitimate. By the time of Lord Hamilton’s death three years later, at least two children had been born of the marriage- a boy named James and a girl named Elizabeth.

In the meantime, Mary’s first husband Thomas appears to have died abroad, though we have almost no information about his life following their separation, and even the sixteenth century writers do not agree on this point. Buchanan claims that he died in Antwerp not long after the “divorce”, and was buried there with great honour on the orders of Charles the Bold (he also gives his personal opinion that James Hamilton was far inferior to Mary’s first husband- hindsight is a wonderful thing). The Italian humanist Giovanni Ferreri had obviously heard very different stories about Thomas and his character from his Scottish sources, and, in his rather unreliable continuation of Hector Boece’s history, he gave Thomas a reputation as a man capable of any vice, and claimed that, after much travelling in Europe, he was murdered in Italy by a man whose wife he had seduced. But two letters in the celebrated collection of the Pastons of Norfolk have survived which refer to Thomas Boyd’s time in England , and the first of these gives a very different character sketch to that offered by Ferreri- and a rare contemporary insight into the whole affair. On 5th June 1472, John Paston the younger wrote to his older brother of the same name:

“"Also I prey yow to recomand me in my most humbyll wyse unto the good Lordshepe of the most corteys, gentylest, wysest, kyndest, most compenabyll, freest, largeest, most bowntesous knyght, my Lord the Erle of Arran, whych hathe maryed the Kyngs sustyr of Scotland. Herto he is one the lyghtest, delyverst, best spokyn, fayrest archer; devowghtest, most perfyghte, and trewest to hys lady of all the knyghtys that ever I was aqweynted with; so wold God, my Lady lyekyd me as well as I do hys person and most knyghtly condycyons, with whom I prey yow to be aqweynted, as yow semyth best; he is lodgyd at the George in Lombard Street.**** He hath a book of my syster Annys of the Sege of Thebes; when he hath doon with it, he promysyd to delyver it yow."

We are offered no such contemporary insight into Mary’s character, which must remain something of a mystery, although if even half of what the sixteenth century writers claim about her is true, she must have had her fair share of both mettle and misfortune. Though she never saw her husband again, her two children by Thomas Boyd were eventually allowed to return to Scotland and, in the early 1480s, young James Boyd was even allowed to succeed to his grandfather’s title of Lord Boyd, possibly through his mother’s political influence. Norman MacDougall has raised the possibility that the young Boyd- then only in his early teens- returned to Scotland in 1482 in the company of his uncle Alexander, Duke of Albany, who had invaded Scotland with Richard, Duke of Gloucester and an English army. Since James III wasn’t entirely free to govern as he liked during this troubled period, MacDougall suggests that Mary Stewart may have seen her chance to rebuild the Boyd patrimony in Ayrshire. The fact that the grants of land made to James Boyd (several of which which Mary received liferent of) were part of the queen’s dower and supposedly could not be alienated meant that the grants were semi-illegal, and unlikely to have been made by the king acting on his own initiative. But James Boyd’s career was destined to be brief and when his uncle Alexander fled to Dunbar in 1483, the nephew followed and the grants made to him were rescinded. The following year, the young James (who could not have been much older than fifteen) was killed by Hugh Montgomery of Eglinton, sparking a local feud in Ayrshire between the Boyds and the Montgomeries which lasted over a century.

Mary was only in her early thirties but she had already lost two husbands and was now left to bury her teenaged son. Of her four siblings, only two remained by 1488, since John, Earl of Mar, had perished in mysterious circumstances in royal custody in 1479 and Alexander, Duke of Albany met his end in 1485, when he was hit by a splinter from the lance of the Duke of Orleans (the future King Louis XII) during a tournament in France. However, Mary did not live long enough to see the death of her last brother James III at the Battle of Sauchieburn in June 1488, since she herself seems to have died earlier that year, aged around 37.

Her posthumous legacy, as with so many other women of her time, has generally been seen in terms of the later prospects of her offspring. The descendants of her two children by Lord Hamilton were destined to play an important role in the fraught politics of sixteenth century Scotland. From her son James Hamilton were descended the Earls of Arran, including the Regent Arran who governed Scotland on behalf of the infant Mary, Queen of Scots, by virtue of his position as “second person of the realm” and the little queen’s direct heir through his descent from her great-great aunt and namesake. Mary’s younger daughter Elizabeth Hamilton married Mathew Stewart, Earl of Lennox, and Elizabeth’s grandson the 4th Earl of Lennox would later challenge the claims to the throne of his cousin the Regent Arran, creating a rivalry at the very heart of Scottish politics. Margaret Boyd, the only surviving child of Mary’s first marriage, married first Lord Forbes and then returned to Ayrshire to marry the first Earl of Cassilis. Although Mary Stewart herself remains a shadowy figure to this day, her story- both factual and speculative- has attracted interest and sympathy throughout the centuries and still offers opportunities for further discovery.

Additional notes and references below the cut.

Edit: the ‘read more’ section isn’t showing up on a lot of versions of this, so I will just have to put all the notes and sources below, even though it’s messy:

* In the twentieth century there was quite a bit of debate over the correct dates of birth for James III and Mary. Despite what is on wikipedia, this has largely been resolved and the general consensus is that Mary was the elder sibling.

** Some historians have debated whether Mary’s marriage prospects were quite so important to the political community in 1467 as has been traditionally assumed, but the Stewart dynasty’s contemporary European marriage alliances are nonetheless important to bear in mind.

*** Lord Boyd’s two younger sons were spared the king’s wrath however, and the youngest of them, Archibald Boyd of Naristoun, was the father of Marion Boyd, a mistress of James IV.

**** In all fairness though, we have so few contemporary chronicles/histories for the reign of James III that we have to take the sixteenth century writers at their word sometimes, especially where they agree with each other. Nonetheless we should always be cautious.

**** It’s worth noting that the site of the George in Lombard street in London is still occupied today, since there has been an inn on the spot since the twelfth century and its current incarnation is an eighteenth century building housing the George and Vulture restaurant. It seems that several of the buildings of Anselm Adornes’ estate where the Boyds were housed in Bruges also still exist, though I will have to do more research on this.

References (I have included links to online versions where available):

- “The Date of the Birth of James III”- there are two articles by this name in the Edinburgh Historical Review for the years 1950 and 1951 respectively, and both of them were consulted. The author of the first was Annie I. Dunlop while corrections and debate between Dunlop and Dr William Angus comprise the second.

- “James III”, by Norman MacDougall

- “Power and Propaganda: Scotland, 1306-1488″, by Katie Stevenson

- “The Boyds in Bruges”, W.H. Finlayson

- “A Letter of James III to the Duke of Burgundy”, C.A.J. Armstrong

- John Lesley’s “The Historie of Scotland”

- This translation of George Buchanan’s “History of Scotland”

- “Accounts of the Lord High Treasurer of Scotland”, vol. 1

- “The Exchequer Rolls of Scotland”, vol. 5

- “Register of the Great Seal of Scotland”, vol. 2

- “Vetera monumenta Hibernorum et Scotorum historiam illustrantia...”, Augustin Thenier

- “The Paston Letters”, vol. 3, edited by James Gairdner

- Giovanni Ferreri’s continuation to Boece I had to use the translation from this website since I couldn’t get access to the 1574 printing any other way, though my reading is backed up by secondary sources.

#This was not my best edit I may redo it later #My sources are pretty decent though so proud of that #women in history #British history #History edits #But had to get the word out about Mary- apologies for the length when I know there's not much definite info on her but context is important #Also James III and his siblings were a bonfire of insanity- Mary actually got off comparatively lightly #I don't know what was in the air in the 1470s- the York brothers were just as bad and on the continent there's a fair few similar cases #the Stewarts #shoddy history gifsets #Mary Stewart Countess of Arran

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Thoughts on Putting Others First: SvS Redux as they come to me

AN HOUR LONG?!?!?! Y E S THANK YOU

I am LOVING this opening art style. The way it shows all the things Thomas could say and shuts them each down, the silliness tying in perfectly to the video game setting, the way we could SO STRONGLY empathize with Thomas despite him not saying anything. Well done!

“Eff friends, Patton!” Patton and I made the exact same gasp and noise at the same time in reaction to that dsjfhljdhg

Lookit Thomas’ lil vest awww <3

ROMAN WITH THE PUNS I LOVE IT APPRECIATE HIM

rhymes

they’re rhyming is this gonna be

A SONG!!!

(Logan off somewhere watching all of this: “You guys are doing a RAP? Without ME? .....Unacceptable”)

Seriously poor Logan being left out BOTH TIMES despite clearly having excellent points on the matter

But I’m loving this Patton/Roman dynamic being explored in this way. They have a lotta similarities but the differences are really standing OUT so far and I like it! Also it looks like Roman isn’t gonna just shut up and do whatever Patton says out of fear that he’s a bad person/bad for Thomas this time. I’m glad they’re both getting a chance to talk cause they aren’t exactly taken seriously a lot of the time.

RETURN OF THE BLINDFOLD METAPHOR followed by Roman saying “in Patton’s defense...” so they like, KNOW what Deceit meant about the blindfold? Were they playing dumb? Or do they just suddenly get it now that it’s coming from Thomas?

Ok this Feral Cat Story of Roman’s is too specific for me to dismiss and now I’m convinced either Remus brought a shitton of cats home one day and they just flooded their house/rooms, or Patton brought home a bunch of cats out of love and didn’t realize he couldn’t take care of em...either way that’s an adorable anecdote

The car jump line that Patton took literally is just making me miss Logan even more :(

I’m glad they’re giving context to the relationship between Thomas and Mary Lee & Lee! A lot of fander questions and opinions circled back to “well it depends how close they were” so it was smart of them to fill us in.

“those baby-makin’ catholics”

6:45 Patton has clearly thought through a lot of possible outcomes to talking to Lee and Mary Lee before going to the wedding... he never brought them up, even when Roman did and then Deceit did. But he’s bringing up points no one had addressed, and I think that’s a great way to put more intensity to Patton’s apology to Thomas for lying back in SvS pt 1. He hid a lot more than he let on. Man, how much guilt is this poor man feeling right now? :(

“Talking about it could have been harmful” I’m very intrigued by the parallels between Patton wanting to keep things from Thomas’ friends to protect their feelings in this episode and SvS, and Deceit disguised as Patton in CLBG trying to get Thomas to... keep things from his friend to protect their feelings...

WOAH “But was it worth it? I don��t--” “No.” Thomas cutting Roman off with that much certainty DAMN Thomas REGRETS going to the wedding HARD and also is agreeing with Roman finally??

Patton: “sometimes you can make all the good choices, and still not get the good ending.” Thomas: “I’m not even sure there was a good ending to get.” Roman: “Mmmm, I’m pretty sure there was.” There is so much to unpack here oh my gosh.

WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT??? DAMN THOMAS CAME FOR PATTON WHAT ON EARTH??? Patton: “I think we can all agree that you are a good fellow.” Thomas: Can we? ALL? Agree on that?” Patton: *sputtering noises*

Poor Patton... I mean they’re right but gosh I feel for him. He wants so badly for Thomas to be a good person and he realizes now how strict and unyielding he’s been, and wants to not do that but doesn’t know how to be more lenient without sacrificing integrity cause that’s his JOB and he doesn’t know how to do it better aaaa this is such a mood

MUSIC IS THERE ANOTHER SONG COMING?

Return of the bagel. Except this time it’s Roman guessing/wanting the bagel and Patton being like “what? no?”

ok not a song but video game style is back!!

“ugh you’re such a dad” I love it

Patton just made more puns and Roman omg “Like, you’re SUCH a dad that like it’s too much to handle sometimes”

I am loving this whole scene jdfhjadshg Patton ily and I relate

Thomas and Roman teaching Patton how to come up with imaginary scenarios skjfklsjdfh

Sondheim wrecking Leslie Odom Jr is such a hilarious visual

Ok all three of them are peak dumbass and I’m so here for it (like they’re smart and all but they’re peak dumbass)

Daaaamn Patton is letting out so much this episode. Like he’s been holding back but wowie. R: “Just like how you didn’t HAVE to give him a hotdog” P: *sucks air through his teeth* “I feel like you kinda do though?” YES PLEASE let’s discuss the concept of obligation in morality again!!! Where’s Logan when you need him? Or Deceit even? (I feel like D’s gonna show up later but I wanna hear Logan’s thoughts this time too)

Patton: You can disagree! But... it’d kinda be wrong?

LOGAN POPUP! Ok fine if he isn’t in the ep at least he pops up in a lil dialogue box on screen. Also he popped up to support Patton... neat!

“It’s just me, Logan. I’ve taken this form because I didn’t want to be too...invasive.” POOR LOGAN NO YOU’RE NOT INVADING ANYTHING YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE HERE! Also Roman getting scared by the popup while Patton just waves happily like he always does upon seeing Logan aww

Okay I am getting serious DOPAMINE from Logan talking. Like, he’s spittin’ FACTS. Something about the way he talks is so interesting and soothing and makes me so excited to LEARN. Roman mockingly mouthing ‘behoove’ had me snort though XD

LOGAN AND I WERE IN UNISON HELL YEAH! Patton was all like ooh you’re sharing your lil factoids! And Logan and I at the same time corrected, “Facts,” and proceeded to state the definition of factoids (we worded it differently but yeah as usual Logan is on my wavelength)

Logan’s sprite getting so disappointed at Thomas’ interruption joke jgdkjghks he looks so DONE

OML I LOVE LOGAN’S DIALOGUE BOX TALKING TOO FAST FOR THEM TO READ THIS IS SO ACCURATE

Oof Thomas finally feeling like he GETS it and Patton being like yeah but not if you’re doing it bc you want to feel good tho... (also that’s the same argument Deceit made in SvS pt1??? I’m confused by Patton/Deceit’s functions lately and I’m very invested)

Oh ok Thomas just brought up that very point haha

“we all agreed the right thing to do was go to the wedding” um are u sure about that

“I was wrong” PATTON CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?? I know Logan has the reputation of not being able to admit when he’s wrong (which isn’t true -- he doesn’t like to but he has done so countless times...well not literally countless but you understand my meaning), but Patton rarely is in a situation where he has to, so this is jarring in a hopefully good way. Istg if this is Deceit disguised as Patton again I’ll be so disappointed... I feel like the writers wouldn’t do that though

Patton: says smth deceit said. Roman: and you...agree? Patton: Definitely! I mean uh maybe? (WHAT IS HAPPENING INSIDE PATTON’S HEAD RN SO MUCH TURMOIL)

Roman: “I’m not an expert in the... moral medium” Thomas: “Go ahead Roman, we wanna hear what you have to say.” Patton: *halfhearted gestures and noises for roman to go ahead* jashfjdh he’s trying so hard

AWWWW they’re validating Roman so much I love it

“whomstsoever” ok I take it back roman’s not valid

I adore Logan’s popup fun facts, and him giving definitions for Roman’s vocabulary reminds me how much the two of them love writing and poetry and language aaaa

Patton trying not to be harsh is somehow 10x harsher than he normally is

oh wow that got real.

I know I’ve said this but I love logan’s insertions... but I do wish he got to say them out loud like earlier :/ Pausing to read them is less fun than hearing him talk.

oh wow that got real part 2

I want. So badly. To jump into this video and debate Patton on the nature of morality and what “the right thing is.” Roman you’re not being dumb, you’re bringing up excellent points and you’re valid again.

Oh no Patton... empathy is not morality... please please address that there are people who can’t experience empathy and choose to be moral and good

THE TROLLEY PROBLEM HERE! WE! GO!

Logan’s popups bc he doesn’t want to “be too invasive” and making them optional to read hurts my heart :( He knows Patton, Roman, and Thomas aren’t reading any of it but he doesn’t want to be too much so he stays silent. Why?? Logan it’s okay! Why is this a thing now but not in the last 2 episodes? What happened to Logan :(

OOOOOOH Patton didn’t flip the switch :o Interesting! Daaaamn he’s arguing to let 5 people die rather than flip the switch so only one dies

LOGAN’S TEXTBOX WAS SO BIG AND FAST IT KNOCKED PATTON OVER I CANNOT BREATHE hang on I gotta read it

HE’S TALKING ABOUT DEONTOLOGY YES LOGAN THANK YOU FOR TELLING PATTON WHAT I PHYSICALLY CANNOT please tell me you’ll talk about utilitarianism and moral particularism next

Okay he used consequentialism but it’s close enough to utilitarianism that the outcome is the same. (Do you get it? Do you like my joke about how the outcome is most important? When we’re talking about-- oh you got it already? Good, moving on.)

DID ROMAN JUST FJCKING KILL LOGAN

“I’m okay, figment of your imagination, so.” Okay so CAN the Sides get hurt or can’t they?? Cause Patton clearly got bonked, roman got hit in the eye with paper and said ow, but logan got hit in the head with a throwing star and had his teeth ripped out and he was totally fine?

Thomas is being so HONEST with himself so early in the episode, wow this is refreshing and I’m hype

AW YAY Patton called textbox Logan in to help with philosophy yay :’)

Logan: “Pity seems to be at the center of your idea of ‘putting good into the world’” first, Logan doing a voice impression of Nietzsche is GOLD, and second.... I wish they’d let him finish cause I was waiting for a “but” cause Logan siding with Nietzsche on this one feels... wrong? Like I could see Dee bringing it up or Logan using it in an argument only to continue with a contradicting philosophy but Logan equating empathy to pity... idk I thought he’d grown more than to think that :/ Actually I don’t think he ever saw it that way. It feels out of character but I’m guessing he had more to say to debunk that.

HOLY SHIT PATTON SKIPPED ALL THE REST OF LOGAN’S DIALOGUE AND YEETED HIM OFF THE SCREEN bruh he may have been right and he should’ve gotten to say it >:(

ROMAN ISTG DO NOT TRY AND MAKE THIS YOUR FAULT

I SAID DON’T

GODDAMMIT

sjfkdjgjsh okay aww Thomas good job, Patton too. Thank god they’re being nice to him

Patton is having a breakdown holy heckity about time

damn Patton is freaking HARSH

“I have a difference in opinion on this one, Patton” Thomas: *relieved sigh whisper* “ohhh thank you, Logan” YES APPRECIATE THE BOY YES YES I LOVE HIM why are they looking around like he isn’t making sense?

LOGAN YES! CALL HIM OUT! LET THOMAS VALUE HIMSELF AND PUT HIMSELF FIRST SOMETIMES! “Every point you’ve made in today’s discussion has contradicted that sentiment.” I love you but also you sound a lil like deceit... very lawyer-y and feels calculated like he’s been keeping notes for this purpose... I want deceit and logan to debate already damn it. Maybe it’s just that Logan’s inflections feel reminiscent of Deceit to show...something?

Ok can I just say that Logan gets so much rep for his strictness or high standards but he’s been SO GOOD about that lately and him teaching about the importance of leisure and self-care and freedom in your life and self-esteem and valuing yourself like you do with others... not even just this video -- he’s been like this in the last few as well and these recent episodes remind me of early Logan (esp My Negative Emotions) and that makes my heart so so happy.

Continuation of the above, compare this to how Logan acted in Why Bed? with regards to Roman. Roman advocated for leisure time and following dreams, while Logan had a schedule that optimized productivity and health. Now he’s taking a similar stance to Roman and asserting the importance of these things... WHY is so much of Logan’s character development OFFSCREEN?? I wanna know what made him switch on this! Maybe just cause he’s listening to roman from why bed?

Why is Logan being so abrasive? He sounds like his intent is more to disprove Patton rather than state what he actually thinks... not a fan of that but he’s not wrong

WOAH WOAH TOTAL PATTON BREAKDOWN WHAT HAPPENED WHAT THE FCK HE’S A LITERAL MONSTER IN THIS VIDEO GAME?

OH, MY GOD. If Logan didn’t step in and save them here this would have been catastrophic. I can feel my relief. I mean, he screamed, but it was a relief. WAIT IT WAS DECEIT THE WHOLE TIME??? Daaaamn good job on this one Deceit and I definitely like him more now but also WHERE IS LOGAN. Was it the whole time? That makes sense in hindsight and makes me feel better about some things he’s brought up but I feel like it really was Logan at the start, it wasn’t until he started calling out patton that his voice and inflection and stuff changed

Patton trying to attack Deceit and hitting Thomas instead was an EXCELLENT way to showcase the effect SvS 1 and 2 are having

Deceit’s lil “A DUH DUH DUH DOY” looked and sounded just like Logan’s lmao don’t tell me it’s another switcheroo (I doubt it greatly lol)

REAL LOGAN REAL LOGAN REAL LOGAN

So wait what was the point that Deceit switched with Logan? Cause Logan’s saying “one more fact” so he was himself earlier right?

“Not that any of you care, but I am unharmed.” Nooooo they care </3 “I will do you all a favor and spare you my company” okay OUCH

EFFECTIVE ALTRUISM YES aw he’s talking about him and patton working together yes thank you

Damn, Deceit is LOVING everything Logan says haha same

Logan and Deceit teaming up to teach Patton that it’s okay to care about yourself

DECEIT WHAT he’s being so supportive of Roman holy heck this is so genuine OH Roman’s arguing with it this is a lot of stuff I didn’t expect roman to say out loud wow

THOMAS JUST SAID DECEIT THE CHARACTER ISN’T INHERENTLY UNETHICAL WOW this episode really said let’s make Deceit--

WAIT WOAH SORRY HIS NAME REVEAL!!! He’s Janice?? Is that true?

WAIT WOAH PART 2 BUT DECEIT JUST SAID IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE MUSTACHE HE WOULDN’T KNOW WHO THE EVIL TWIN IS BETWEEN ROMAN AND REMUS HOLY SHIT HE ACTUALLY LOOKED VULNERABLE AND THEN HURT AND THEN RIGHT BACK TO SNAKE

ROMAN’S GONE

fuck.... patton...roman....deceit....thomas....logan....I’m gonna go cry about all of them now

LESLIE ODOM JR IS HERE??????? oh there he goes

patton oh my god I love you this ANGST are you trying to kill me?

Patton telling thomas he’s worthy of love I actually teared up

dfjdakjhfa deceit don’t push it

Wowie that was an EPISODE

#ts putting others first #SvS redux #sanders sides svs #janice sanders #quinpost #ts spoilers

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No going back. By Titan

This was my first story.

My name is Mathew, and I really love the idea of letting a barber have absolute control over what hairstyle I should be wearing. Only trouble is that up until now, I haven't had the nerve. But here I was in my favourite gay bar, considering surrendering my hair, which at the moment was just starting to hit my shoulders. You see, I'd been sitting at the bar with a beer in hand, looking at the different haircuts on the guys around me. They were all typically short, mine the longest by far. I'd been glancing through the local gay newspaper, and noticed a small advertisement, with barbers pole. The shop was called simply, 'Jakes'. Monday were Barbers' choice, it stated. Then in small print at the bottom of the ad it said; 'Monday evenings, special looks by appointment only.' I now had a raging hard on and knew I had to give this shop a try, besides it had been a long time since I'd been in a barbershop, getting my dark, long locks styled in one of those upmarket salons up til now. Here I was, Monday evening right outside number 26 Curtis Street. That was the address that Jake had given me on the phone after I had rang the number in the ad. He explained that as he delt exclusively with a gay clientele, he never advertised his address. It had just turned 6 o'clock as I pressed the bell. The front door gave no clue what was behind it, in fact, I was starting to wonder if this really was a barbershop. My nerves gave way when the door opened and a large, beefy man with a handsome face, stood smiling at me. He wore a traditional barbers tunic with the name Jake, embroidered on it. "Mathew?", he said. "Come on in". I followed him down a small corridor to another door that had a spinning barbers pole beside it. As Jake opened the door, my cock showed my excitement. The room I entered was exactly fitted out as a traditional barbershop. Although well lit it contained no windows, which I did think was strange at the time. Jake the barber motioned me to the barbers chair in the dead centre of the room. With a little hesitation, I climbed up into the big red upholstered chrome chair, that had what looked like a huge light shade hanging above it. "How about a drink",Jake enquired cheerfully. "Sure, wouldn't say no." I replied. Jake walked over to a small fridge and asked,"Is a beer okay?" "Sure is", I replied. As he came back with the beer, I noticed that Jake had a completely hairless head. I mean it didn't look shaved as I couldn't see any sign of a shadow anywhere on his head. He was a big man, well over 200 lbs I guessed, carrying what looked like a lot of that weight around his middle. Normally I wouldn't be attracted to such a man, but seeing him standing there before me in his barbers tunic was really turning me on. As we downed our beers,Jake asked me a few more questions about myself. When I spoke to him on the phone previously, he had asked me what style my hair presently was and what styles I liked. "So, Mathew, you have quite alot of hair there on your head, is it the same on the rest of your body?" he asked with what looked like a glint in his eye. This caught me by surprise. I told him I thought I was moderately hairy. "Let's have a look ", he said, and without any hesitation he started to unbutton my shirt. "I would say you've got more than a moderate covering of hair ,boy". Jake said as he ran his enormous hands over the hair on my chest. I hoped he couldn't see the tent in my pants getting bigger. He had! "Now you told me on the phone you were looking to get something quite different to your present cut." Jake said as he got a stripped cape and placed it around my neck, and secured it with what appeared to be velcro . "Well, I thought a change would be good as I've worn my hair this way for much too long". I began to tell him, "I'm not real sure what style would be good on me, so when I saw your ad, I thought the barber would know the best style, something I would never be game to ask for myself". Jake knew straight away, that this kid was begging to be taken as a slave. He was certainly easy on the eye; he couldn't be more than 22, with a trim, atheletic body, standing nearly 6 foot. But he knew he had to be careful not to scare this boy away before he'd had a chance to work his magic on him. "So your willing to let me do whatever I want?" Jake suddenly asked. I then realised the situation I was in, and beginning to feel a little fearful, replied,"You wouldn't do anything too radical, would you?" Jake just smiled and went to the mirror in front of me. He drew my attention to a board attached to the side. It had a numbered list of hairstyles, many I hadn't really heard of before. "Now I'll tell you what hairstyle will suit you and you tell me if you think it's too radical, okay?" he asked me. Now, that seemed fair I thought, and so I told him,"Go ahead". The clippers felt unbelievable as they travelled up the back of my head, and I knew my cock agreed. Jake had earlier reassured me that the haircut numbered, 5, would be the one he would like to do on me. I was actually a little disappointed as the haircut featured beside the number 5, was an ivy league. I had visions of this guy taking more hair than that off me. When Jake had finished with the clippers, he picked up a pair of scissors and proceeded trim the hair on the top of my head. I had been a little anguished when Jake had first picked up the scissors and cut off all the length I had grown. But when he turned on those Oyster Clippers, I knew I was going to enjoy the new me, especially with summer just beginning. One thing did strike me as odd, when Jake had first started cutting at my hair. It still felt like I had some length at the back close to the crown. I wasn't facing the mirror as Jake had explained he wanted to surprise me with the final transformation. When Jake had finished with the scissors, he said the finished style needed some product in it to keep it in place, but first he had to condition the hair. He rubbed a very thick goo through my hair, making sure it was well coated, but again it felt like he was missing a spot at the back of my head. I really enjoyed the head massage, so much so,I did not notice him lowering that dome light above my head. "This is just to help the conditioners work through your hair, and particularily your scalp." Jake assured me, as he set the dome just over my head. The warmth of the light was really relaxing me, I think I could just drift off to sleep. As Mathew slept, Jake lowered the heat lamp a little lower until, it covered the top of Mathew's head. This 'special' appliance was his pride and joy, as it accomplished quite a few jobs in a very short time. Firstly, it contained a sleep agent, rendering the person under it, unconscious. As a heat lamp, it was drying the cream that Jake had put on Mathews head, letting it completely penetrate the hair shaft. This was the exact treatment that Jake had used on himself. That's why, he had no shadow of hair anywhere on his scalp. The cream was designed to be a permanent hair removal solution, and Jake didn't want his new boy to have hair anywhere on his body. This slave was going to be as smooth as the day he was born, except for one spot on his head. Jake had already decided, he wanted this 'pretty boy' made to look a little freakier. He was going to give him a Mongol look, so that was what Mathew had felt left behind by the clippers, a lock of hair just below the crown, 3 inches round and falling nearly 7 inches long. Jake had also been careful to leave the cream off this hair. Jake switched a lever at the side of the heat lamp. Soft music could be heard coming from under the lamp. While Mathew slept, the Music emitting from small speakers on the inside of the lamp, was designed to put Mathew in a hypnotic state, then he would be bombarded with powerful suggestions. As the sleeping drug effects wore off, this would enable Jake to control him, without the use of restraints or gags. Jake took a look under the lamp, and saw the cream was completely dry. Mathews hair was rock solid, as if he was a mannequin in a store window. He switched the heat-lamp off, and went to his counter where he picked up another jar of cream. Opening it, he began to apply it to Mathews face, around his chin area and above his lip. This was a beard and hair growth accelerator, designed by a doctor friend of his, making the hair grow fifty times as fast as normal. Jake knew how well it worked as he often used it on himself, when he wanted to grow facial hair. In fact Jake decided to spread some of that hair cream on his own face, he thought it was time for a full beard again. He left the shop and Mathew to let the hypnotic suggestions take effect. He was also feeling a little hungry, and another beer wouldn't go astray. He'd check on his new boy in a few hours. Jake had just finished his fourth beer, and as he rubbed his belly, realised he'd better check on Mathew. Looking at his watch, it was nearing 10.30 pm. Mathew had been under his 'Hypno Light' for nearly four hours. It's subliminal messages and hypnotic music should have altered Mathews mind to the effect where he believed he really belonged to Jake; body and mind. Scratching at his face, Jake liked the feel of his new beard. The hair accelerator he,d applied worked fast. He was now sporting a thick, dense beard, completely hiding his chin and neck. Going to the bathroom, he took a pair of Oyster beard trimmers and proceeded to fashion a new look for himself. Trimming the coarse whiskers away from his ears, he removed most of the hair from his cheeks and neck, leaving behind a wedge shaped goatee, that began well back on his jawline. His moustache was left thick and luxurious, trimmed to sit just above the top lip. Pleased with his work, he lathered his face and removed the remaining stubble. He couldn't wait to team up this look with his brand new leather outfit. Meanwhile, across the road............. Billy knew his life was in a rut. What sort of life was it for an 18 year old to spend so much time in front of his window, like some old spinster. Well for this teenager, he could think of nowhere better to spend his time. Since moving into the neighbourhood a few months back, he'd noticed a lot of men coming and going from the house across the road. What was stranger, the men always came out with much shorter hair then they went in with, sometimes radically so. Billy was hooked. He'd always been fascinated with traditional Barbershops, from a very early age, and here was one set up right across the street from his apartment, albeit a hidden one. The owner of the house fitted the big daddy barber type. Shaved head, built like a tank, with plenty of weight around the middle. Definitely not Billy's type, in fact Billy had seen 'his ideal man' enter the house earlier this evening, through his binoculars. Tall, long dark hair, not much older than himself, this particular guy was hot! But what was keeping him so long! He'd gone inside around 6 pm and now it was nearing 11.00. Billy was sure he hadn't missed him, as he'd never left the window for a second. His toilet was here,( a large old fashioned bedpan belonging to his Gran), an ice chest filled with beers and cola, and a couple of cold pizza slices, from an earlier delivery. He was more than prepared for a long night by the window, he certainly didn't want to miss one minute of the action at number 26 Curtis Street. Jake ran the warm water all through Mathews stiffened hair. He'd reclined the Barbers chair back so his new slaves head was fitting into a groove in the basin, designed to support the neck. Jake had just returned from upstairs, and after switching the Hypno-light off, continued with Mathews transformation. As the water softened the dense, hardened, cream, that had turned Mathews hair rock solid, large clumps of hair began to fall away from the scalp. Pink, smooth, skin began to show all over his head. Everywhere the cream had been, hair just slid away as the water softened the hair. The hair root had been eaten completely, leaving nothing for the hair to attach itself to. The chemicals had totally fried the hair remaining above the skin, only the 7 inch long ponytail at his crown, remained. When he'd dried off the scalp, Jake began work on Mathews newly grown goatee. Grabbing a set of trimmers, he got rid of most of the bulk, leaving a sharp edge on the chin almost an inch long. He reduced the mustache, to more a Clarke Gable width, before fashioning it to hang down at the sides, fu-style. Firing up the lather machine, he shaved the remaining stubble, creating a perfect edge goatee and thin mustache. Next, Jake bleached the beard, eyebrows and remaining hair. He decided to dye everything jet black, but that could always be changed. After finishing the colouring, Jake fired up his electrolysis needle and began to tidy the scalp around the remaining lock of hair. He'd been careful to keep the hair removal cream away from this area, and now he was creating a perfectly round circle of hair growing out of the scalp, as if by magic. When he finished on the scalp, Jake set the needle to work thinning down Mathews eyebrows. He narrowed the centre and made them appear to go higher on the outside end. He really was looking like a Mongol slave by this time but his skin was still very pale. Now Jake picked up a paintbrush and began to apply a thick golden oil all over the newly balded head and face, covering every single area of skin. Jake lowered the Hypno-light again and turned on the heat lamp, leaving Mathew to 'baste' for awhile. Part 5 ............Billy was feeling the onset of tiredness. It was well after Midnight and there was definitely no sign of life from number 26. Obviously, the young guy that Billy had observed enter the premises earlier, was staying the night. Billy wished he could be a fly on the wall, as he knew there must have been some serious haircutting, happening to that spunky guy! With a huge yawn, Billy went to bed, and hoped to have some erotic dreams. ............. When Jake returned to his shop to check on Mathews progress, he couldn't believe his eyes. The kid's skin was now a deep, golden brown. He looked so much like an oriental warrior, it was hard to believe that less than 7 hours ago, Mathew was a typical, white, all-American, college boy. Jake raised the Hypno-Light, and switched the heat lamp within it ,off. Time to wake the kid up, said Jake to himself as he waved some strong, smelling salts under Mathews nose. Almost instantly, Mathew's head jerked, backwards, and with a few coughs and splutters, Mathew tried to move his body. He couldn't move his arms or legs, as Jake had secured him earlier with leather restraints. "What's going on .....aaagh! My head...where am I? Why?...aarrrh....why can't I move my arms! Mathew started to garbal as he slowly came to. As Mathew began to focus on the man in front of him, slowly things began to make sense. The bald, bearded guy in front of him, was the barber. He'd come to this shop for a haircut, but why did he feel so groggy, and why was he restrained like this? Jake reasurred his new slave, "Your with me now, Mathew, your perfectly safe, you've just had a little catnap, while I've been working on your new look". Jake then grabbed one of his cigars, and lighting the end, sucked deeply on it. He blew the smoke directly at Mathew, who began to cough repeatedly. Mathew was so confused he couldn't think straight and now his eyes began to water from the acrid cigar smoke. "Don't like the cigar, lad? Well, we are going to have to change that, aren't we?" Said Jake as he blew some more smoke at Mathew. "Now it's time to see your completed haircut", continued Jake. He always liked this part, that's why he did the brainwashing in stages; he wanted them to remember their former self as he did the big reveal. "Okay, here goes", he said as he slowly turned Mathews chair, to face the mirror. Slowly, Mathews eyes began to focus on the man in the mirror. All he could see was a dark, oriental guy, with a completely bald head, except he could see hair coming out of the crown. The guy had a black mustache and goatee, it was hard to guess his age. "Aaarrrgh....." suddenly screamed Mathew as he realised the guy he was looking at was himself. "What the... shit! it can't be....what in the hell have you done to me.....? Mathew struggeled against the restraints as he tried to make some sense of all this. Jake leant in close to Mathews ear, and calmly said, "Relax Mathew, just relax, this is what you wanted, you know it's what you wanted". As Mathew became fully aware of what was happening, he began to think back to the beginning of the haircut. "What the fuck are you on about!" "This isn't the haircut we agreed on" Mathew argued. Jake replied, "It sure is, let me show you". And with that, Jake went to the mirror where the numbered board containing all the different hairstyles, was hanging. "Now, it was number 5 we agreed on wasn't it?" asked Jake, mockingly. Mathew leaned forward, and could clearly see the haircut listed beside the number 5: Ivy League. Suddenly, Mathew's focus caught sight of some small print at the bottom of number 5. He started to feel sick, as he read to himself;'Monday Evenings - number 5: Mongol Braid'. "You bastard! You tricked me, you knew I wouldn't be able to read that small print... I'm gonna get the cops....." Jake continued to speak calmly, close to Mathew's ear,"Come on, don't be so melodramatic, or I'll gag you. Your already getting off on this new look," as Jake pointed towards Mathew's growing bulge in his pants. Mathew was confused. On one hand he was shocked and angered, at what he was looking at, but at the same time, this complete transformation was making him very horny. Could it be that he really wanted this? Part of him was already accepting this, how is that possible? Jake leaned in close to Mathew's ear."Your going to love serving me boy. Your new slave name is Boon." Suddenly, Mathew was feeling completely relaxed. He couldn't remember what he'd just been saying, all he could focus on was the bald , bearded man beside him; his voice was so soothing, his eyes, trusting, all Mathew knew was that he had to serve this beautiful man. Mathew's conditioning was working 100 percent. You see, Jake had just said the keyword, Boon. It had been placed as a subliminal message, to activate, the information contained now in Mathew's sub-conscience. At the mention of the keyword, Mathew was now on course to begin his new life, as Jake's slave warrior. "Now Boon, I'm going to release you from the restraints, you will remain calm". Jake said in a soothing voice. "Yes Master", replied Boon with his eyes still shut. "There is still much work to do", said Jake as he went to work, fashioning a braid out of Boon's ponytail. He worked methodically, sepperating the strands of black, shiny hair and wrapping them tightly into a perfect Mongol Braid........all the time, Boon said nothing; he just sat perfectly still. Part 6 Billy couldn't sleep; he was too restless.All he could think about was what may or may not be happening across the road. He got up and thought he should try some hot chocolate, maybe that might help him sleep. As he entered his small kitchen, he thought he heard a scream - not loud, but none the less it was definitely a scream. Going to the window, he peered across at number 26. A light was on in the upstairs window, and every other apartment close by was in complete darkness. What was going on at that address? Billy knew he couldn't go back to sleep now. Without thinking, Billy returned to his room and started to dress. Meanwhile...... Jake continued to apply the special hair removal cream all over Boon's body. Laughing to himself, he thought maybe it should be called; Hair Destroyer! Jake had Boon completely in his power, so he continued to transform Boon's body, Boon just lay there as if in a trance. Jake had transferred Boon to a collapsable table, he'd sourced at a camping store. Here he could complete his work on Boon's body. When he had completely covered the front of the body, Jake wheeled over, a large infra-red lamp. Turning it on, it began to glow a fiery red as he lowered it closer to Boon. Soon the cream would dry, exactly as it had on Boon's head, and when washed off, would remove all the hair, including the deadened root. "What was that?" Jake said aloud to himself. He'd just heard something fall outside. He thought it sounded like the alley out back. Leaving the shop, Jake went to the back entry to the shop and turned on a video screen near the rear door. He pressed a button that gave him four different screens. One picture was of the front door, one of the alley beside his rear door, and two other pictures showed inside his barbershop. Peering at the rear shot, he pressed a button that brought up just the rear alley camera shot. Sure enough, he could see movement; not real clear in the darkness, but there was definitely, something or somebody, near his rear shop window. This window, only looked in on a small room, that contained a fridge and coffee-maker. It was mainly a supply room for the shop. Jake suddenly remembered he'd left the blinds open, and the light from the barbershop would be filtering through the open door. Jake knew he had to move fast, so he went back in the shop, grabbed what he wanted, and made his way to the front door. Billy couldn't believe he'd come down to this back alley in the middle of the night. What with hearing a scream and not knowing anything about this 'Barber', wasn't this insane? He was beginning to think so as he peered into the back window. He'd climbed up on a trashcan to be able to see in. He could make out what looked like a small storeroom and light seemed to be coming from an open door. It had to be a shop, Billy said to himself. Suddenly the trashcan gave way, and Billy fell to the ground. The sheer noise magnified in that small alley, made him not have to think twice. Taking a moment to gather himself , he started to run as fast as his legs would carry him. His adrenaline pumping, he was nearing the end of the alley, and he started to feel safe. As he rounded the corner of Curtis Street he felt a huge arm grab him from behind. Before he could scream for help, a hand covered his mouth. He tried to struggle, but was having trouble taking in air. He could feel everything going blank. As Billy stopped struggling, Jake knew the either had worked as he kept the cloth over the victims mouth. Part 7 Back in his shop, Jake secured his prisoner to the barbers chair. Using the leather restraints, he fastened them around the kids, neck, chest and arms. He fitted his legs to some custom-made stirrups that could be raised from the side of the chair, and in a semi-reclined position, gave the barber complete access to the groin and leg areas for shaving. Jake studied his captive carefully. Straight away, Jake recognised the kid from the apartment across the street. He'd noticed him many times, just sitting in his window; this had started to worry Jake. He knew the kid had probably noticed the continual stream of men, coming in and out of this address. And now he was snooping around out in back, in the middle of the night. Had he seen anything he shouldn't have? Jake's Barbershops very existence, relied on remaining hidden from the straight world, and the authorities. Wow, Jake thought, this kid was certainly a looker; couldn't have been more than 19. Jake turned his attention, back to Boon, who was still lying on the table in his hypnotic state. Jake would wait for his new prisoner to wake before deciding on his fate. The hair removal cream needed a little longer to dry, so Jake turned his attention to the piercings. Wheeling over a small trolley where he had laid out all the necessary equipment earlier, Jake pushed a large needle through the right earlobe. Working a large gold hoop through the new piercing, he then pierced the left earlobe, fixing a much smaller but thicker gauged ring. All the time, Boon remained, perfectly still. He'd been programmed to enjoy the thought of having multiple piercings, and already his cock was at full mast. Working quickly, Jake continued to work now with a small needle gun and before long, Boon's left ear sported eight gold studs around the edge. In the glow of the infra-red heat lamp, the brillance of the golden colour of the piercings, accentuated, Boon's tanned face. Next a small gold barbell was fixed to the bottom of the thinned down eyebrows. Finally, a small spike was placed under the bottom lip, setting off the black sculpted goatee. It was time to remove the body hair, which by now had completely dried, and hardened. Using wet towels, he rubbed them all over the front of Boon's body, taking away the deadened hair forever,leaving nothing but smooth skin in it's place. He then asked Boon to turn over, and sure enough, Boon obeyed. Jake now applied the hair removal cream to the back of the legs, arse and back. He fixed the infra-red lamp back in place to continue the process of removing Boons remaining hair. Yawning, and feeling a rumble from his stomach, Jake realised how long it had been since he'd ate anything. He went upstairs to fix himself a snack, besides, Boon needed time to bake! Part 8 Conclusion Billy began to come to. He felt as if he'd been hit by a truck. He couldn't remember what had happened; he was having trouble focusing on his surroundings, then slowly, he remembered being in a back alley. Then running as hard as he could, he was grabbed from behind..... then all he could remember was darkness. As he began to take in his surroundings, he realised he must be inside the Barbershop. As he tried to move, he quickly became aware, he couldn't move; there were leather straps holding him to a barbers chair. Fear started to take over, as he became fully conscious. It was then that he noticed a naked guy, lying on a table to his left. Billy couldn't tell if he was awake or not, but he seemed to be completely hairless, except for a long braid, and a beard, and beside him stood some large heat lamp. Billy really started to panic now. He began to yell, "Get me out of this chair." Just about the same time, Jake was returning to the shop,"Pipe down cutie, no one wants to hear your whinning". Almost at once, Billy started to babble about how much trouble the barber would be in if he wasn't released this very minute; "The cops are gonna be all over you, when they hear what you've done, you fat pervert." Jake got in close to the chair and almost whispering in Billys' ear, said; "I think your the one in alot of trouble, Don't you?" "What were you doing, snooping around out back, in the dead of night, eh boy?" Billys' heart suddenly sank. Shit, he hadn't thought about his own actions tonight. How does he explain to the cops how he'd been looking for a delicious hunk that had gone into the shop earlier....Jake had him there. Billy would seem like the pervert! "Listen man," said Billy nervously,"It's all a big mistake. You see I was out for a walk and I thought I heard screaming..........just ahh, let me go and.... I won't say anything." Billy was trying to think quickly now. "What do you take me for?" Laughed Jake. Billy didn't know what to say, he just knew he was in big trouble. "So, what's your name then boy?" Jake asked as he started to fiddle with the Hypno-Light. "Billy". Billy replied nervously as he could see the Barber doing something with what looked like an oversized opperating theatre light. "So tell me Billy, why were you really checking out my shop tonight, could you have noticed a young guy comming in earlier? Your always in that window of yours, nearly every night! Surely you must have seen the guy, waiting outside my shop?" Jake continued as he started to lower the lamp closer to Billys' head. "Well, sure I did see him go in, but I heard a scream and I never saw him come out". Billy thought it didn't matter telling the truth as this Barber was obviously gay as well. "That's because he hasn't come out; Billy meet Boon." Just as Jake pointed towards the dark guy on the table, Billys' eyes began to widen. Suddenly it was as if he'd seen a ghost. Just as Billy began to scream, Jake placed duct tape over his mouth, then switching on the Light, said; "Let's see what we can do to improve your looks, eh Billy?". Music could be heard, strange, melodic music. Slowly, Billys' muffled screams began to subside.

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aimlessfool · 4 years

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A Case Gone South

@exalok THIS TOOK TOO LONG, I AM SO SORRY.

BUT thank you so much for the prompt! :DD This is an au where Daud and Corvo both ended up as Private Detectives, taking cases and being rivals in Karnaca. They both moved on from there in order to pursue more coin and work in Dunwall, and this picks up a year after, where things have ended up rather bad. :’D Some hints of romance in this, and caring about each other. c:

Corvo's desk was still a mess. Grumbling under his breath, Daud casually took a glance towards the door, after having let his eyes wander. Staring down into papers and clues always had him look up sometimes, after all. There were silence from the door, no movement of the handle. Despite the pot in the kitchen being full of food, not being kept warm. Despite Corvo telling him he'd be back within a few hours. Getting up from his own desk just under the window, Daud wandered over to Corvo's, and picked up a few of the papers strewn about, finding himself reading them, yet again, the rain drumming on the windows. Sometimes, he'd stick his nose into Corvo's cases, just for the fun of it. Sometimes, for the necessity of it. It was not often Corvo would be late, but for the last few weeks, it had been so too many times for comfort. Even Daud had found himself being late, where he met Corvo halfway, the man reaching out a hand to Daud's bruised up face even before saying hello. Daud remembered feeling confused for a moment, then in pain, then... He appreciated it, after the fight he had been in. Even smiling. All these attacks were coordinated, Daud was sure of it. He'd discussed it with Corvo today, and the fact that he went off this morning to this case anyway... Resisting the urge to grind his teeth, Daud laid the papers down with a heavy frown planted on his face, and searched through the mess, his hands jerky as he searched. Finding the case papers that was dated for today, 24th of The Month Of Cold 1824, and looking over them all. What clues his roommate had found, everything he needed. Every paper he got to had him look more and more pissed, seeing something he'd noted. That Corvo most likely had not cared to think about, as he was worried about money for weeks now.

At the end of his investigation, Daud left as he were, leaving his coat and hat behind on their couch. He only took his weapons.

Slight misunderstandings had a tendency to spiral quickly out of control in Dunwall. Despite knowing this, Corvo had still managed to find himself being careless when circumstance would say he should be careful. For he felt the pull of his work all too well sometimes, pulling at his mind and thoughts like a rat jumping away with it's meal. Inching forward with leaps, leaps to something unknown, with a chance of him losing his meal should he be too careless.

So there were little to no need to wonder how he had managed to get to this point, with his meal practically smeared on the cobblestone.

Yet, Corvo couldn't help but to be pissed about this, about it all. Pissed at how his case had lead him to this exact alleyway, how he had ended up in yet another fight. He thought at first, from not seeing the men approaching him that the case had been a goose chase, that had from the start lead him into another fight, akin to the last one he took in this district, but seeing them as they stepped into the streetlights from the main street, had Corvo understand all too well that this was a calculated, and paid for visit from these men. Swords drawn, dressed in 'fine' gang attire. Pockets rattling, for sure, Corvo thought to himself as he drew his own sword, ready for whatever were to come to him.

The detective was sure in his swordsmanship, despite his profession, for Corvo made sure he could defend himself if he so needed to. As Daud had, from the beginning of all of this. Their work was dangerous even at the best times, so it never was wrong to try out choke holds on each other or spar whenever they had a few hours free. He still remembered those nights up on the rooftops, how they left the rooftops with bruises all over, that a few clients had pointed out, saying those looked painful as soon as they came into their shared rooms. All Corvo did was to chuckle and smirk to himself, Daud finding himself with a smirk rivalling Corvo's.

Standing up against the gang of 'finely' dressed men, Corvo knew that if he got out of this at least alive, he could get something out of this "goose chase" of a case. Find out who had done this, after some rest, of course. For he could see all too well that he wouldn't be walking away from this without a single scrape. There were too many men, all oozing of pride from how they eyed Corvo like a training mannequin, to cut and main as they saw fit. As if Corvo wouldn't put up a fight, that this prissy private detective wasn't anything special..

Corvo couldn't' wait to prove them wrong. The first two men ran at him, Corvo quick to dodge the flying swords by pulling himself up to the nearest wall, the back of his head hitting the window he backed up against with a glassy thud. Not caring about this, Corvo instead moved in to the man closest to him, leaving him with a solid slash across his gut as he Corvo used his own body to knock the slashed gang member aside, and get to the other, who was turning as his fellow man fell.

As the slashed man fell with a bloody scream to the cobblestones, Corvo put a hand on the others thrusting arm, on aware of the other coming behind him for the second it was needed. This resulted in Corvo's chest being locked in a hold, and almost carried off his feet. But the detective was too tall for this, and instead used this to actually toss himself back, with the support of someone holding him, kneeing the idiot who thought he could stab Corvo straight ahead of him in the chin. He bit his tongue for sure, as he growled in pain, spitting out blood and cursing Corvo with slurred words, needing a precious moment to recover.

The heaviness of Corvo had the man's grip lighten enough that Corvo managed to elbow himself out of it, elbowing straight at the ribs. But this gained him a punch in the face from another gang member, now three of them stood against one, for the time being. There were still two left, waiting to go in, like proud peacocks waiting to show off their plumage and take the spoils. Grunting, Corvo's body flew away from the man who just held him, his sword feeling alien in his hand for a moment, but not for long. He was straight back to counter a sword slash at himself, swords clashing together and Corvo pulling back with so much Corvo he managed to stab the man attacking him in the neck, leaving two, for Void knows how long. He wasn't dead, it was a good dent in his neck, but he'd be dead within the minutes, for blood gushed out of him.

Corvo, not even having time to taste the blood running down into his mouth, flew at the man who was standing by for a moment, too perplexed at how the prissy detective managed to slay two of the gang already. And that was his downfall, looking up from his fellow gang member to see a sword entering his chest.

And being pulled out quickly, Corvo needing to turn around before a sword slash flew just behind him. He was too late, and got a solid slash over his shoulder, having him hiss in pain, all while still moving to drag his sword out of the man. It was easier now that he put more into it from the adrenaline of the pain, and slashed rather wildly sideways as he turned around, not too sure where his attacker was at the moment.

Nor the two others, and he saw it just before it was too late. The attack he wildly tried to connect with somebody missed, Corvo feeling it by getting grabbed again. Only this time, Corvo proceeded to throw the man that was holding him off, sending him flying into the cobblestones. To then, like a whirlwind, proceed onto the others in a speed that few had seen in their lifetimes, especially from someone who seemed so bulky. It was nothing but muscle, so it was far from heavy to carry, which Corvo proved quite so well.

Soon in the fight, Corvo having held up rather badly due to fatigue, his head was slammed against the cobblestones he had laid the others onto, not being able to hold in the pained gasp that escaped him once the impact landed. He was tired, already from all of this. Still aching from bruises, and angry. He spent too much energy, and what was left in him was bleeding out on the streets now.

But he wouldn't die here.

Managing to somehow wriggle out of this, Corvo got back up to his feet using nothing but his own strength, dragging himself up from the cobble stones in a hurried motion, in order to not be knocked down again. He luckily wasn't, and managed, within a second, to get the man who kept him down, Corvo doing so out of a need to defend himself, and rather quickly too. A slash across his neck was all that was needed, and he fell down in Corvo's stead, at least, as Corvo saw it.

Now, it was the last two.

They went down easily enough, as one were too shaken from all of this blood, and how Corvo managed to stay as he were, even with all those damned bleeding wounds and bruises, painting his face in a horrid blue and red. At the end of it all, Corvo stood in the same alleyway, panting in order to keep himself breathing. Now that things had calmed down, his body allowed him to feel some of the pain that he was in, and it was not a very comfortable situation, to put it lightly. And the same body, also told him to run. Then, his brain joined in too. He couldn't be in there, among all those bodies. Even if he told whatever found him, guards or civilians, he'd be blamed for this. With a bloodied sword in his hands, and coin in his pocket from swiping it off the bodies, it wouldn't look good no matter what. So Corvo found his feet again, and started to inch his way towards home again...

It took Corvo a few moments before he realised where home was for him, now, as suddenly, he stood at the edge of the docks, facing south, towards the ships and docks. ... Shakingly biting his lip as he tore his wide, tired eyes from the sight, Corvo turned back into the city, to find some good route to take. He'd only been here for a year, so the city wasn't truly known to him yet, though he knew many of it's alleyways and where to linger. And where not to be bloodied and hurt, and this place was pretty much where he should not be.

All while Corvo attempted to find his way home, Daud had already been looking. And he was getting closer, for he knew that there were more patterns entwined into this case than it first seemed. It was around this district, close to the river and rats, that most riff raff would circle in, and where most of the coin he and Corvo was often set to hunt down had ended up. And usually, where those who were set to die ended up too. Daud knew this from his own experiences too. The underworld of Dunwall was not a kind one, and both him and Corvo knew it. They had been cocky, still were, but by now, it had been best to be careful, due to all the attacks.

So Daud kept a low profile, hiding more than he stomped around as he usually would, despite the man really wanting to. And eventually, he, from the shadows of a building and being more hidden than he should be, heard a scream coming from the alleyways. Sounded like a man's, nothing like Corvo, but still, he decided to investigate. He couldn't help it, as everything in him was certain that Corvo had ended up in too much trouble. He sprinted off towards the direction, and found a guard joining him to investigate, the man too busy with "helping" that he didn't even knock Daud away, which he knew was a common thing. Maybe it was the lack of a coat that had him not care today.

And what met him once the guard had passed and found his way, was a bunch of gang members, and a blood trail. Daud went after that, idly stepping back the way he came as if he didn't want to see this, to circle around, to not give the guard a hint, nor give him a chance to think about following the trail.

And he followed this, quickly as he ran across the wetter cobblestones. The rain hadn't let up at all.

Corvo had stopped to take a look behind him once he heard the scream as well, not managed to get very far in this state. He stood with a hand against the wall of a building, the brick feeling like it wanted to scratch up his hand, and leave him there, a bleeding mess. This whole thing was a mess. This whole city was a mess.

... Sighing as he leaned himself against the wall, using his shoulder to avoid any injuries, Corvo's brain still didn't work too well, and he ended up leaning his head against the wall too. Tired, just wanting a moment of rest. Wanted to sleep, but he was at least lucid enough to know that this was a bad idea. But the urge to do it was overwhelming. Yet, he heard some kind of steps, approaching from his side.

Managing to push himself off the wall, groaning as he did, Corvo reached for his sword at his side, hand placed on the handle, as he struggled with finding the strength to do all this. Pat pat pat pat. Hurried steps came closer and closer, and once the man who the steps belonged to came into view for Corvo...

Everything in the man relaxed, to the point it was almost dangerous for his balance. And what met Corvo, Daud's face. It was an expression he'd never seen before, it had Corvo look surprised, as well as he could in the state he was in.

"... I.." Corvo uttered.

Daud walked up to him, hurriedly too, almost to the point where Corvo didn't manage to register it, and soon he was embraced, a hand on the back of his head. Corvo's bit his lip, as he took a moment to attempt to hold around the other too, his friend. Corvo didn’t know why. But his body failed him, and he went down, his knees giving up, Corvo only understanding it once the grip around his shoulders got tighter, and he saw Daud's face in front of him now, having stopped him from falling completely by getting an arm around Corvo's back and holding him up, all while having moved down to a sitting position.

He didn't have enough of a grip on Corvo to keep him up, so he had to let him fall, at least in a controlled one.

So now Daud was raising him up in a more comfortable position, and laid Corvo very close to him, making him lie in his arms, to the point where Corvo could rest his head on his shoulders if he wanted to. And where, he could be carried too, without much trouble. Corvo cursed himself under his breath as he adjusted himself to be more comfortable, Daud not minding it at all, all while the man tried to form some kind of words.

Corvo smiled, his nose now lining up with his roommates jawline.

"I was attacked. Again." He muttered, his voice sounding strained. It felt wrong to say, felt wrong in so many ways.

Daud... Cradled Corvo in his arms for a moment, looking pissed off beyond any reason, but then, just.. Exhausted. Tired, and worried.

Corvo just looked tired... They fell into some sort of silence, while they both locked eyes for a moment, Corvo wanting to rest now, now that he had a moment to. He would be getting home now.

After a while, Corvo, with a pained look in his eyes, took a deep breath, his hand gripping onto Daud's shoulder, rather hard. Meaning, he had some strength in him, it was simply being saved.

"I just want to go home." Corvo said, as clear as day. Something in his voice, was very vulnerable. Very raw, with emotion and tiredness, together with a longing that Daud... Knew all too well. He’d felt it too, and Corvo knew. He saw those books from Serkonos Daud kept with him.

He could feel what Corvo felt at the moment, and knew exactly what he meant. And how raw this was, for both him and Corvo.

... All Daud could do was to lean his head down to Corvo, in order to try and make him relax, to rest. They ended up with Daud's forehead leaning against Corvo's face for a moment, not able to reach most of it, and... Without thinking all that much, he found himself kissing Corvo's forehead, just after Corvo had closed his eyes for a second, to just rest for a precious moment... This took Corvo's attention from his pain to Daud for a moment, and with a surprised, yet knowing look on his face, he looked up to Daud, just for a moment... The grip on Daud's shoulder moved a little to hold on better, for Corvo could feel Daud wanting to get up, and go home now. See it on him too. Leaning his head back, towards Daud's shoulder as the man got to his feet with Corvo bridal style in his arms, Corvo now hid his face in Daud's shoulder for a while, sighing very heavily. Understanding what made him get so close to this man for the first time in a long while, else from the less expensive rent that they shared.

And thus, they went home, and Daud... Even Daud found himself now suddenly looking towards the river, towards south again, after having taken a turn towards the river through alleyways, in order to avoid the guards and other people out on the streets this damned evening.

Towards home.

... He turned after a good moment of realisation, and went back to their shared apartment, near the markets.

Back into the city.

Today Corvo got the bed. Settled on it, looking to Daud getting the medical supplies needed for his wounds. It took some few hours before Corvo could sleep after his wounds had been cleaned, and he only managed to start to drift off after arguing with Daud for him to take the bed too. Despite this not having been the rule they had agreed on at all, when they first acquired the bed. Only with Daud's weight there on the queen size bed, with his back turned to Corvo, did the man, bandaged up and with a face full of bruises, manage to sleep.

And during the night, Corvo's arm moved to Daud's back. Laid beside it, as if he was seeking some sort of reminder of home. Daud didn't wake up from it, the man too tired, heavy, dark blue bangs under his eyes.

They were both so tired. Yet, wouldn't give up on this. They had both left Serkonos for more coin, more work, and a new start. Both of them had known each other vaguely as rivals when they left, and when they found each other heading to see the same apartment, they were both miffed, annoyed. Argued until the man showing them the apartment butted in, and told them to share, or else none of them would get it. For he wanted his money no matter what. And the two of them clearly could pay up, with such argue skills they'd get far with in their line of work. The next morning over a cup of tea, they both agreed that all this that had happened was bullshit, and not something they'd let whoever sent those goons get away with.

And once that Corvo recovered well enough, those bastards would pay.

But for now, the two men fell into silence for the rest of the day, not speaking about yesterday. Only occasionally catching each other's look to the other, both frowning, yet with a light expression as they did. As if, it wasn't all that bad after all.

#Dishonored #dishonored fanfiction #au #corvo attano #daud #corvo x daud #corvodaud #daudvo #knifecrow #fanfic #prompt #private detective au #enemies to friends to lovers #?

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Threaten and Try to Cheat Me? Enjoy Losing Everything

TL;DR at the bottom.

Some needed background:

I finished school three years ago and was accepted at a top University halfway across the country for engineering studies. I had difficulties finding a place to live and wound up renting a room that was way, and I mean waaayyy, too expensive. I was in need of some sweet, sweet cash.I enjoy just learning about anything and everything, and love sharing it with others. So I immediately found some school kids in need of private tutoring. On the off chance they know of a place, I mention to all of them I am on the lookout for a cheaper apartment. And holy shit, one of them is actually moving because their apartment is too small for them.

Now, this family consists of the two kids, the father, a total push over, and mother hive-mind. She is a professor of Political Science at the country´s best University. None of them function without her and she likes controlling any situation. But seeing as she had offered me her flat, I was willing to look past her know-it-all attitude. From now on we shall call her "Hag".

Fast forward a few months:

Hag moved out of their/my flat the day before I was due to move in. I had organized a free minivan to transport my stuff but the place was still a mess. The cleaning "crew" ( 1 lone person ) asked me to help clean, and as I was without a roof over my head, of course I helped. I also had to leave all my stuff half assembled and covered by plastic in the middle of the room so the painter could get to the walls. All in all I moved in 8 days late and scrubbed the apartment for 10 hours. Nonetheless, she sent me an email promising to pay me back for the delay and the work I put in( This is going to be important later. )

After not even a two weeks the bloody ventilation in the bathroom breaks and our internet provider tells us our wiring is messed up. I email Hag who tells me to contact house management as she herself is a tenant and we a subtenants. I do so. Next thing I know, I get a mail back from management: "You are illegally occupying the property and must vacate the flat immediately." I tell Hag and she tells me not to worry, she´s taking care of it. I should have known something was wrong but I was still wet behind the ears.

A month and a half after those mails, the middle of August, she rings our doorbell and tells us she was given 3 months notice and we all will have to leave. She handed us a termination of our contract that would kick in the middle of November, which we signed, believing this was in all our best interest. However, she wanted to strike a bargain with the owner of the property to at least allow us to stay in there. She didn't want to see us students homeless after all. Or so she said. We get a mail from the house management telling us they´d be happy to carry us over as proper tenants, as long as Hag agrees. Their rent was even lower than what Hag had demanded. The next day, Hag calls me and asks if management has reached out to us. I say yes and tell her they'd keep us as tenants. She then asks me how high the new rent was. I, as I've mentioned I'm still wet behind the ears at this point, tell her the new price. Hag then tells me she´d like to move back in because her "marriage is in a difficult spot" and the new rent isn't much higher than her old rent. I get really upset at the betrayal, hang up and call management. When I told them what Hag had said they assured me they had no intention of letting her back into the apartment.

Apparently Hag has not only been terrorizing house management for years but also failed to ever mention to them that she was subletting! Not only that, she also is legally bound, if she does sublet, to charge the exact same rent she pays herself. Turns out she was making a couple hundred a month by overcharging us. I´m shocked at this point, but more importantly, I´m f*cking pissed. Management assures that they will let us stay in our flat and that they will speak to Hag.

Everything is quiet for some time. But the middle of October I get an angry mail from Hag demanding 2000€ for the kitchen she is leaving in the flat. Now I might have started out tolerating her, but when someone grinds my gears, OH BOY will I get back at them. I write back saying we´d be happy to pay her 1000€. Not even 5 minutes later she calls my mobile, I pick up and she shouts at me. The kitchen is worth twice as much as she is demanding, this isn't up for discussion, I should just pay and be happy. I calmly ask to explain how she calculated that price. She says she´ll send me her invoice in an email and hangs up.

I check her "invoice" and it´s a list of all appliances with their market value and all the furniture. Except, not only had all the appliances in the kitchen been installed already (which alone reduces their value by about 20/25%) but all the prices she listed were twice the official price found on the companies websites. Now my little engineers brain is really going at full speed. How can I use this against her?

Next thing I know, I've received 4 more emails from Hag. All the exact same. She was threatening to evict us if we didn't give her the money she wanted. I wrote back saying she still hadn't reimbursed me for the delay and the cleaning I did at the beginning. She calls my phone again, and if I my brain was going at full speed before, well now it's in god damn hyper speed territory. I set my phone to loudspeaker and recorded the conversation with my headset microphone. She screamed at me that I should just shut up and pay her. If I don't she'd add the painter's and cleaner's bill to the 2000€. She proceeded to call me all kind of slurs and told me she'd keep the reimbursement money as "grievance money". Her last words were that she'd sue me if I hadn't payed by the beginning of November and she'd contact my University's board to have me expelled. My parents paid her the money because they were scared she'd actually kick me out.

My best mate´s dad just so happens to be a lawyer. With all my evidence, which was, measured exactly, a metric f*ck ton of evidence, we drew up a case against Hag. My lawyer presented it to a judge who happily agreed to have a hearing. I was personally allowed to give Hag her court invitation. And I did it on Christmas. Obviously it wasn't the state signed invitation, but the judge agreed that, as it was just before Christmas and the official court order wouldn't reach her until the middle of January, it would be kind of me to give her a letter of my own so she could prepare herself.

I´ll leave out all the boring court proceeding details. She still had her smug expression of superiority even as the judge read out the claims against her: Profiteering, Abuse of Position of Power, Personal Threats, Fraud and Blackmail. She calmly explained that I was grotesquely overstating what had transpired. We presented the hate mails she had sent me. She was still saying that she was just trying to speed things up. My lawyer played my audio recording.

Damn, I've never seen someone's face go pale that quickly. We didn't just wipe her smug ass smile off her face, we slapped it off her from her blind spot.

Her lawyer tried to have that recording filed as not admissible because, which was true, I was recording without her consent, which is illegal. The judge, after having heard some of our other evidence, decided that I was not out of line, as Hag had obviously threatened me before, so he ruled my recording was still admissible.

We presented the judge with the rest of my evidence, including a statement by the house management that Hag had tried to "spy on another persons rent", which is also illegal in my country. At the end of it, Hag was just sitting there, dumbfounded and, for the first time, I didn't hear her say a single word. Suffice to say, she ended up paying back the money for the kitchen, the delay and, on top of that, had to also pay the court proceeding and reparations. Our state has a no record policy for political professors. Although this was a civil law suit, the University board must have decided that her behavior/abuse of power was too much: she lost her job at the top University, her honorary title and has moved to a different city.

TL;DR: Hag tries to scam us and threatens us. I keep records and she ends up losing job, title and money. (source) (story by Meridi0n)

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