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beyondmistland · 7 months

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The Dance of the Two Hands: Its Origin and Conclusion

PART I

The Dance of the Two Hands, as mummers and singers alike have dubbed that most heinous conflict maesters prefer to call the Hundred Years War*, can trace its roots back to the reign of King Titus III Gardener, who ruled the Reach more than a thousand years before Aegon Targaryen began his conquest of Westeros.

*As Maester Myrddin noted somewhat dryly in his history, Lords and Ladies of the Dance: Their Lives and Deaths, the war actually lasted ninety-eight years.

Titus III came to sit upon the Oakenseat under less than auspicious circumstances. The Winter Sickness had trimmed the line of House Gardener down to just two branches*. Moreover, recent defeats had seen Nightsong ceded back to the Storm Kings and Cornfield back to the Kings of the Rock. Worst of all by far though, Titus III found his vaults empty and he himself indebted to, amongst others*, the Starry Sept. A man decisive in thought as well as action, Titus III moved swiftly to address each of these issues, beginning with the matter of succession. His Grace took Lady Rhea Fossoway to wife whilst his brother, Prince Tristan, was wed to Lady Yseult Lannister*, the later in exchange for forgiveness of a loan lent to their late father, Boniface I. By the Lady Rhea, His Grace had the following children:

Bertrand II Gardener Manfred Gardener Morgan Gardener, twin to Manfred Myrielle Gardener, wed to Lord Martyn Redwyne and had issue

*The only other survivor amongst the royal family was the king’s elderly cousin, Princess Henrietta, who had joined the Silent Sisters forty years prior to his birth. *Of the Lannisport branch.

When Queen Rhea died of a summer fever, Titus III, though saddened, quickly remarried. His choice this time was Lady Clarice Oakheart. In this Titus III was no doubt motivated by growing tensions with the new King of the Rock, Lorimar I*. Together, they had the following children:

Ceryse Gardener*, wed to Lord Amaury Crakehall* and had issue Malora Gardener, wed first to Lord Uther Leygood, then to Lord Theobald Manderly, and lastly to Lord Tancred Peake, had issue by all three*

*Known later in life as “the Leper King” and “the Masked Monarch.” *Became a septa at the great motherhouse in Lannisport upon her husband’s death. *Second son of Lord Joffrey Crakehall, who joined the Warrior’s Sons upon his wife’s death and rose to the position of Grand Captain**. **In that capacity, he led a campaign against the Iron Isles, thereby freeing hundreds of thralls. *This led to a rare instance of amiability between Dunstonbury and Starpike.

Titus III later perished of the bloody flux whilst warring with the Storm King and his Dornish allies*. (By this point, Queen Clarice had herself already passed away of a winter chill.)

*An alliance sealed by the marriage of the Storm King’s heir (Prince Durran Durrandon) to Princess Ysabel Yronwood.

PART II

Upon ascending the throne, King Bertrand II proved his mettle by avenging his father in a most spectacular manner. Leading ten thousand hastily-gathered men on a series of forced marches, he took the combined Stormlander-Dornish army by surprise as it sat encamped beneath the walls of Ashford. In the rout that followed, the Storm King was captured along with a dozen lords and threescore knights. As a result of this great feat, singers* began calling him “Bertrand the Bold” and “Bertrand Stormquencher.”

*Their verses tend to omit the finer details, such as the ruinous ransoms Bertrand II used to build additional riverine defenses.

To celebrate this victory and the peace it brought, Bertrand II hosted a great ball at Highgarden. Amongst the attendees was Lady Alyce Hightower*, the unwitting source of so much woe to come.

*The daughter and only child of Lord Hugor Hightower by his lady wife, Desdemona Dayne, who he wed to end a feud** between Ser Iago Dayne, Sword of the Morning, and his vassal, Lord Robeson Cuy. **What’s more, Lord Cuy’s second son, Barris, was fostered with King Othello Dayne and Ser Iago’s daughter, Emilia, made cupbearer to Lord Cuy.

With her raven hair and violet eyes*, Lady Alyce was hailed as one of the greatest beauties of her time. Little wonder, then, that both Prince Manfred and Prince Morgan asked her for a dance and in doing so, nearly came to blows.

*Often omitted from the songs is her dusky skin, which gave Lady Alyce a somewhat exotic flair.

Though identical in appearance* and inseparable as children, the twin sons of Titus III were, as grown men, implacable foes. To avoid being mistaken for one another, Prince Manfred took to wearing white gloves and Prince Morgan to wearing green gloves. When that failed to suffice, Prince Morgan carved a seven-pointed star into his left cheek.

*Tall, lean, and handsome, with brown hair and grey-green eyes.

A fortnight after the ball, Prince Manfred took the Lady Alyce to wife. While King Bertrand and Queen Bethany* were both displeased the marriage had taken place without their leave, Prince Morgan was apoplectic with rage. Indeed, so much so he almost strangled the squire* who brought him the news.

*Bethany of House Blackbar. Sister to King Bertrand’s boon companion, Lord Brandon Blackbar, and mother to his successor, Lyonel I Gardener. She died of a stroke. *Adhemar Conklyn, who went on to become a sworn enemy of Prince Morgan.

The following year Lady Alyce delivered a healthy boy her lord husband named Edmund. Alas, Prince Manfred did not long enjoy the pleasure of fatherhood for a moon’s turn later he perished in a hunting accident*. *Though nothing was ever proven, many found the timing of his death suspicious, especially in light of later events.

The royal court was still in mourning when word came that the Lady Alyce had remarried, this time to Prince Morgan. Naturally, the news was met with outrage by king, queen, and commons alike. When His Grace tried to have the marriage undone though, declaring it a form of incest, the High Septon surprised everyone by allowing the marriage to stand*. King Bertrand then decreed that his nephew was to be fostered with Lord Aragorn Hewett*. Furthermore, he assigned Ser Braxton Cuy* to be Prince Edmund’s sworn shield and in the same breath forbad his brother as well as his goodsister from ever returning to court in his lifetime*.

*Some say His High Holiness was driven to this by a desire to assert the Starry Sept’s independence and authority. That said, His High Holiness also forbad them from living together for two years so as to avoid any ambiguity in the matter of their first child’s parentage. *Much later, Prince Edmund was, at his own request, betrothed to Lady Lucy Grimm, a companion of Lord Hewett’s daughters. *Cousin to Lord Triston Cuy and son to Ser Damon Cuy, who served as the master-at-arms at Sunhouse. Called “the Knight of the Sun” for his golden hair, the suns that adorned his personal device (Blue, three yellow suns, with a yellow tressure), and the time he defeated seven knights (Ser Addam Ambrose, Ser Humfrey Ball, Ser Floris Footly, Ser Bayard Mooton, Ser Philip Payne, Ser Leo Farman, Ser Joscelin Redfort) in a melee that lasted from morning to midday. (Lord Robeson had recently died of a bad belly.) *King Bertrand later reversed this decision at the behest of his second wife**, who successfully argued that the shedding of family ties was anathema before the Mother. **Jadis of House Florent. Cousin to His High Holiness (born Frederyck Florent) through the male line. She bore King Bertrand a single daughter, Flora Gardener***. ***When the deaf and simple-minded princess choked on a lamprey pie at the tender age of six, her mother grew sick with grief, so much so many feared she might die. (The queen would indeed come to die of grief but for her stepson rather than her daughter.)

Over the course of the next decade, Lady Alyce had the following children by the second of her princely husbands: Eustace Gardener, promised to Lady Melisende Peake Morgan Gardener* (Morgan the Younger to distinguish him from his father, Morgan the Elder) Maris Gardener, wed to Lord Guy Graceford and had issue

*Fostered with Lord Mace Mullendore. Wed to Lady Melisende Peake after Prince Eustace’s death.

Shortly after Prince Eustace won his spurs at the great winter tourney held in honor of his parents’ twenty-fifth wedding anniversary*, he was accused by Ser Arthur Appleton of having raped the knight’s maiden daughter, Adara. Most believed Prince Eustace would insist on proving his innocence at hazard of his body. Instead, he surprised all by demanding a trial by seven. As accused and accuser were both highborn knights, King Bertrand had no choice but to wash his hands of the matter*.

Prince Eustace’s champions: Prince Eustace Gardener, died after the battle Prince Morgan Gardener (the Elder) Ser George Hastwyck of the Order of the Green Hand, slain Ser Artys Dunn, slain Ser Thierry Mullendore (the Knight of Butterflies), slain Ser Addam Ambrose (the Fighting Ant), slain Lord Conrad Costayne (the Mighty), slain

Ser Arthur’s champions: Ser Arthur Appleton (the Sour Apple), slain Ser Balian Osgrey (the Lionheart), slain Ser Adhemar Conklyn, slain Ser Everard Cuy of the Order of the Green Hand, slain Ser Raynald Chester of the Order of the Green Hand, slain Lord Theodwin Tarly (the Terrible), slain Lord Bohemond Serry, slain

*This took place in Oldtown. *King Bertrand’s health was failing** at a time when war between the Westerlands, the Riverlands, and the Iron Isles loomed large over Westeros**. **Consumption. **Given these circumstances, it should come as no surprise that King Bertrand sought to secure his southeastern flank by betrothing the future Lyonel I to Lady Sibylla Caron.

Three centuries later, Archmaester Anselm would argue most persuasively in his treatise, The Virgin Apple: Being an Account of the Fates of Prince Eustace Gardener and Lady Adara Appleton*, that Ser Arthur had, in truth, been no more than a catspaw for friends and supporters of the late Prince Manfred. Regardless of the actual truth, the most immediate effect of the trial’s outcome was to bring to a boil the long-simmering tensions that had undermined King Betrand’s reign. Luckily, His Grace did not live to see the storm break.

*Lady Adara Appleton, daughter of Ser Arthur Appleton and Lady Elinor Strong, would disappear under mysterious circumstances shortly after the trial.

A hundred days after the trial, King Bertrand II breathed his last. Highgarden mourned and all the Reach with it.

Meanwhile, in Oldtown, Lady Alyce Hightower herself succumbed to an infection of redspots.

PART III

Once Lyonel Gardener’s grief had passed, he was crowned, per tradition, with a circlet of vines and flowers. Amongst the first to do him homage was Prince Morgan, who pulled the king aside and asked to be confirmed in his use-rights as Lady Alyce’s widower. A wiser king would have consulted with his councilors and perhaps the Queen Dowager as well before responding. Alas, Lyonel I did neither of these things*. Instead, the young king upbraided his uncle in front of the whole court and accused him of trying to rob Prince Edmund of his birthright. Prince Morgan’s denials were met with scorn and he himself ordered to vacate the Hightower within a moon’s turn on pain of exile. Thus, the third son of King Titus III returned to Oldtown in a black state.

*Maesters debate to this very day why King Lyonel I responded as he did**. Some argue it was out of a love for justice, others out of love for Prince Edmund, whom His Grace was closer to than he was to Prince Morgan. Still more claim Lyonel I saw his uncle to be a threat and overmighty besides. A handful are of the opinion that King Lyonel, in his youth and inexperience, sought simply to save face by over-asserting himself. Regardless of the truth behind His Grace’s motives, the price the Reach ultimately paid remains the same.

**One such work is Maester Hendry’s Dayfly Kings and Dancing Princes: An Account of the Reign of Lyonel, First of His Name, and the War That Came After.

Once there, Prince Morgan sent ravens to every town, keep, and castle in the Reach, denouncing his nephew as a tyrant as well as a bastard*. Lyonel I and Prince Edmund then raised an army with which to invest the city*. On the thirteenth night of the siege, Prince Morgan and a hundred handpicked knights sallied out a postern gate, slaying twoscore men, amongst them King Lyonel I. Prince Edmund, come morning, lifted the siege and rushed to be crowned at Highgarden. Prince Morgan responded to this by having the new High Septon crown him on the steps of the Starry Sept*. Thus began the Dance of the Two Hands.

*Queen Bethany had been more than passing fond of the sellsword-turned-septon, Fergus Bolton**, who served as her sworn shield for two years before being abruptly dismissed by King Bertrand II for reasons that remain unclear to this day. **The fourth son of a fourth son, Fergus journeyed south to make his fortune rather than join the Night’s Watch, fighting first for Lord Robert Royce against pirates out of the Narrow Sea, then for Lord Dorian Blackwood against Lord Berenguer Bracken, before stumbling upon the begging brother known to us only as Lamb at a crossroads inn. There, Fergus was witness to the miracle of Lamb’s healing hands and so he cast aside the Old Gods in favor of the Seven Who Are One. Parting ways from Lamb, Fergus then entered the service of King Davos IV Darklyn, only to be captured when Duskendale fell to a Stormlander army under the command of the Horned Knight, Ser Benedict Rogers. In exchange for his freedom, Fergus agreed to serve under Ser Benedict, who knighted the northman after he saved the life of a squire (Julian Rogers) during the Sack of Maidenpool. Growing weary of war, Fergus made his way to Highgarden, where he won the tourney being held to fill vacancies in King Bertrand II’s personal guard. For his boon, the northman asked to be named the queen’s champion. (Singers claim Fergus lost his heart to Queen Bethany as soon as he laid eyes upon her and for once there may well be some truth to that.) This, King Bertrand II grudgingly granted. Upon his dismissal, Fergus retired to a septry near the Cockleswent, where he wrote an account of his life and travels***. ***The only surviving copy sits in Bandallon’s library. *Prince Morgan had previously done much to win support amongst the commons. Now his efforts bore fruit. The smallfolk rallied to the aging prince’s side, as much out of familiarity as out of respect for his piety and largesse. *Morgan I Gardener died of his wounds half a year later and was succeeded by his second son, Morgan II.

The Dance of the Two Hands would come to a bloody end at the Battle Beneath the Red Lake, wherein fell the last scions of both branches. In such a manner did the line of Prince Tristan come to sit the Oakenseat*.

*Prince Tristan had one son by his Lannister bride, Bors Gardener. Prince Bors, in turn, had one son (Galahad I Gardener**) by his lady wife, Elaine Crakehall. (Prince Tristan died of a burst belly, Prince Bors of a pox. Lady Yseult died in childbirth, Lady Elaine of a sweating sickness.) **Galahad I was past sixty when he became king***. (Because he was the last of his line, the High Septon released him from his vows as a septon.) ***His Grace lived just long enough to sire an heir (Galahad II Gardener****) on his young bride, Arwen Durrandon. (Princess Arwen’s mother was Lady Eowyn Lannister of Casterly Rock.) ****Galahad II would die at an advanced age of crabs in the belly.

Oldtown itself passed to Baldwin Hightower and from him to his grandson, Hugh Hightower.

#asoiaf worldbuilding #asoiaf fanfic #house gardener #the reach #asoiaf #house hightower #oldtown #highgarden

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imsosocold · 1 year

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Junko being Manfred’s daughter headcanons:

The spirit of both characters came from superhell ™ and possessed me to make this.

The name on her birth certificate is ‘ Ryoko Von Karma’ but she took on her mother’s last name ‘ Otonashi’ to be less conspicuous. The mix of German and Japanese felt too tacky for her tastes anyway. Also she did not want a word that could be read as ‘hope’ in her last name. Junko Enoshima is her alter ego and stage name, embracing her Japanese heritage fully.

An only child who has a tendency to just take and claim people as her own; Mukuro, Yasuke , Monaca, Mikan, Izuru, etc ( While initially just glad Ryoko was making any connections, Manfred ended up unofficially adopting a lot of them lmao).

Ryoko got a lot of her mental health issues and analysis skills from her father.

Manfred struggled a lot raising Ryoko and he blames himself for a lot of her actions and struggles. He sees so many of the parts of himself he tried to suppress inside her. He also worries that his issues of expressing himself emotionally and the weight behind his family name contributes to her problems.

Ryoko, on the other hand, is actually glad that someone at least shares her experiences and emotions, even if not to the same extent.

Manfred could have never predicted Ryoko’s lack of interest in everything he cares about and her fascination with despair. Ryoko caused Manfred to really question the work he was doing and why.

To Ryoko, all her father’s rules and ideologies are really boring and incredibly nonsensical, a reflection of the rottenness of society. Due to her father’s profession, Ryoko knows the intricacies of the law and how to skirt it. She loves trying to rile him up but she forgets she gets her own stubbornness from him.

Manfred is incredibly overprotective of Ryoko. The moment she has any sort of hesitance or discomfort about something the moment he removes it from her life permanently. No modeling career or Hope's Peak Academy for her. He prosecutes those agencies and that academy to the highest court, destroying them before she could.

She finds it annoying a lot of the time but appreciates he’s at least trying.

While there’s no world destruction in this universe, Ryoko still did horrible stuff such as purposefully causing trouble, manipulating others, even attempting to stab Matsuda. Despite his endless dedication to law, Manfred instinctively knew the system he worked for would not be effective for dealing with her, so he covered up all her actions and sought non punitive measures. With proper support beyond an emotionally stunted old man, she learned about herself and others and how to express herself in less destructive ways. If only her father had gotten help as well…

When she moved to America with Yasuke and some of her other friends he was utterly heartbroken. While he knew she was leaving Germany and getting away from his work and the Von Karma name was good for her, he really didn’t want her to go and worried she’d completely regress. But Manfred knew if Ryoko wanted something she'd get it and he worried about smothering her.

Despite his worries, she’s doing rather well at the moment. Ryoko still slips up sometimes but that’s natural in the process. No matter what, her father is always waiting for her with open arms and a forehead kiss.

When particularly stressed the duo take quick visits to the other.

While Manfred’s gotten used to sensing her moods he’s still not good at actually reading her. Ryoko has to be more upfront with her emotions and such.

Manfred’s learned to be more supportive and be more open minded about her interests and lifestyle, even if he doesn’t entirely understand it.

Ryoko has tried to update her father’s fashion style but even with all her talent and prowess and puppy dog eyes she could not achieve such a feat.

Ryoko would not get along with Miles and Franziska, she’d probably tease them and try to rile them up.

She knew her father killed Gregory but didn’t reveal that fact to anyone, not even her father.

Ryoko visited him almost daily in prison, primarily to offer him escape plans, which he refused.

She would not allow his execution nor would any of her friends.

Regarding Manfred’s associates, Junko finds Blaise all boring and snuffy, one of those know-it-all guys who think they’re better than everyone else. Ryoko finds Damon incredibly interesting and was fun to be around. Gregory was too much like Makoto. After her father’s conviction, however, she brought Blaise and Gant to hell herself.

#Thinking of Manfred listening to Ibuki’s music #playing games with Chiaki #ignoring medical advice from Mikan #shut up noelle #manfred von karma #junko enoshima #ryoko otonashi #ace attorney #danganronpa #self indulgent #von karma family

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beevean · 3 years

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Hmmm, actually, dunno if you were ever asked this, but what, in your opinion, are the best and worst (or your most and least favorite) villains in the AA series? (because asking for a whole tier list with all the criminals would probably be too lengthy haha)

I was never asked this!

If we're talking about the big bads (so no minor murderers like Roger Retinz), then my heart still belongs to the 3 originals.

Third place, Matt Engarde, who at the core is just a coward sociopath like many but who was actually very smart: he hired a professional assassin, he taped him just in case, he used exact words to his lawyer to convince him to take his case (probably knowing that Phoenix has a policy of defending only the truly innocent) and taking a hostage. He only got caught because he couldn't help being a smug asshole, but if he kept his mouth shut about De Killer, he would have gotten away with everything. Dude is responsible for one of the most heartwrenching bad endings in the series. Also the scars on his face tell a story...

Second place, Manfred von Karma. It takes a good writer to write a believable "perfect" enemy, and Shu Takumi delivered, because even when replaying Turnabout Goodbyes, going against this guy makes you feel small and powerless. There's actually a very good video about him by whoisthisgit. Also, the damage this one person did with one bullet to Gregory's heart can't be imagined. Von Karma was just a prosecutor, less powerful than other foes that Phoenix and other attorneys will eventually face, but what little power he had, he knew how to use it. (i still think he could have written that letter to Yanni Yogi with a typewriter, though...)

First place, Dahlia Hawthorne. This bitch is terrifying. Which is a feat, since she's no one special! She's a completely normal young woman. She's not even that good at what she does - Mia's speech how Dahlia will always be a failure is still the best moment in the series. But the sheer malice running in her veins turns her from a typical case of "sweet girl is actually a bitch" into "are you even human?". What she lacked in ability was compensated by how determined she was to make everyone in her life suffer. Not even death could stop her, that's how much she loathed the Fey family. One of the most memorable moments in T&T was her first testimony in 3-5, with her chilling theme playing in the background, as she gloated that, now that she was dead, she couldn't be punished. Also, her design is brilliant - the pretty pink dress can't make people not notice her utterly uncanny porcelain face, her unfeeling smile and giant black eyes.

Special shout out goes to the Mastermind in AAI2. I watched it a while ago, so I don't remember all the details, but not only he was someone no one could have guessed, not only he was smart enough to never dirty his hands, but he also... could be hardly blamed. He really was wronged a lot in his life. There aren't many major tragic villains in the series so he stands out.

As for my least favorites... easily Quercus Alba, for being only memorable for being an absolute pain in the ass to take down, and Queen Ga'ran, for having the worst design in the series, for being a mix of all 3 villains of the original trilogy + Morgan Fey without anything that makes her unique (aside from the horrible dress), and not even using her unconceivable queen powers to protect herself well, instead deciding to engage in a trial where she might eventually be caught out of amusement. Kristoph also deserved to be written better, because there's a reason Manfred's pettiness is seen as scary while Kristoph's is seen as "dude, really?"

#ace attorney #manfred von karma #matt engarde #dahlia hawthorne

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cardest · 3 years

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London playlist

London - since 43 AD it has to be one of the more fascinating cities on Earth. Such a rich history. From Shakespeare Theatre to the music from there today. I just had to put a London playlist together. From Soho to Brixton, from Highgate to Clapham what a collection of songs! It’s over 350 songs and it could easily expand to 400. **I have a separate England & Wales playlist coming, so, stay tuned for that**.

To play the songs, hit the link right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_ntP663JhZl-hvn9EwFp9L

ENGLAND & WALES playlist is coming soon! What songs have I left out? Let me know! Add your own songs! Cheers. Pip pip, tally ho!

LONDON 001 Generation X - Day By Day 002 The Clash - London Calling 003 Austin Powers - theme song (Soul Bossa? Nova ) 004 The Kinks - Dedicated Follower Of Fashion 005 Killing Joke - Empire Song 006 Black Sabbath - Wicked World 007 The Who - Welcome 008 The Damned - Neat, neat, neat 009 GIRLSCHOOL - LONDON 010 007 theme song 011 Motorhead - Motorhead 012 Wire - Ex Lion Tamer 013 David Bowie - Maid of Bond Street 014 The Misfits - London Dungeon 015 Rolling Stones - 016 The Adverts - Bored Teenagers 017 Siouxsie & The Banshees - Spellbound 018 Penny Dreadful - Soundtrack - Main Theme 019 Eurythmics - Love Is A Stranger 020 The Cure - Subway Song 021 Adam And The Ants - Puss 'n' Boots 022 Iron Maiden - 22 Acacia Avenue 023 COIL - Fire of the mind 024 Public Image Ltd - One Drop. 025 LUSH - Breeze 026 Bliss Signal - Surge 027 The Pogues - Misty Morning, Albert Bridge 028 PhD - Won't Let You Down 029 Birthday Party - Hats On Wrong 030 Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue 031 Help Yourself - Reaffirmation 032 Grave Miasma - Gnosis of the summon 033 Roy Ayers - We Live In London Baby 034 Led Zeppelin - The Rover 035 Gang of Four - What we all want 036 Pet Shop Boys - West End Girl 037 Sleaford Mods - 6 Horsemen (The Brixtons) 038 Paul Young - Love of the Common People 039 The Saint (original) - Theme 040 The Human League - Dont You Want Me 041 Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen 042 The Beatles - A Day In The Life 043 Def Leppard - Love bites 044 The Stranglers - Another Camden Afternoon 045 The Kinks - See My Friends 046 Elton John - Bennie and the Jets 047 Suede - Moving 048 Queen - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy 049 Cliff Richard & the Shadows - She's Gone 050 The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up 051 Loop - Fade Out 052 Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart - A13 053 The Magnetic Fields - All the Umbrellas in London 054 Wendy Carlos - Title Music From A Clockwork Orange (From Purcell's Music For The Funeral Of Queen Mary) 055 The Police - Every Little Thing she does it Magic 056 Cockney Rejects - The Greatest Cockney Rip Off 057 Spandau Ballet - Spandau Ballet Chant No.1 058 The Pretenders - Middle of the Road 059 The Who - Dogs 060 The Jam - London Girl 061 Cradle of Filth - Hurt and Virtue 062 Joy Division - Isolation 063 Nick Drake - At the Chime of a City Clock 064 Sham 69 - Cockney Kids Are Innocent 065 Deep Purple - Mandrake Root 066 Throbbing Gristle - Hit by a rock 067 David Bowie - Rubber Band 068 Roxy Music - Do The Strand 069 Slaves - Cheer Up London 070 T. Rex - London Boys 071 Kirsty MacColl - Autumngirlsoup 072 New Model Army - Archway Towers 073 Scorpions - Lovedrive 074 Isaac Hayes - Doesnt Rain In London 075 Peter Tosh - Buk-In-Hamm Palace 076 The Slits - Typical Girls 077 Pharaoh Sanders - Midnight In Berkeley Square (Instrumental) 078 Blue Cheer - Girl From London 079 Sex Pistols - Satellite 080 Judas Priest - (The Hellion ) Electric Eye 081 UFO - Lights Out 082 Joy Division - Digital 083 Muse - Uprising 084 George Harrison - All Things Must Pass 085 Robert Palmer - Addicted To Love 086 Fine Young Cannibals - Blue 087 New Order - Blue Monday 088 Würzel - Midnight In London 089 Rod Stewart - Gasoline Alley 090 The Wildhearts - Down On London 091 Supertramp - Nothing To Show 092 Motörhead - Metropolis 093 Current 93 - Lucifer Over London 094 The Pogues - Dark Streets of London 095 The Cult - All Souls Avenue 096 The Jam - In The City 097 The Undertones - Teenage Kicks 098 Iggy Pop - Play It Safe 099 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Jack the Ripper 100 The Cure - Lets Go To Bed 101 Suede - Animal Nitrate 102 Wire - field day for the sundays 103 Black Books TV Show - Opening Theme 104 Paul McCartney & Wings - London Town 105 Madness - Primrose Hill 106 The Troggs - No. 10 Downing Street 107 Iron Maiden - Gangland 108 PJ Harvey - The Last Living Rose 109 The Rollers - Soho 110 Electric Wizard - Lucifer's Slaves 111 The Buzzcocks - Just Lust 112 Doctor Who Theme Tune 1980 113 Cathedral - Fountain Of Innocence 114 Pretenders - Swinging London 115 Hanoi Rocks - Tooting Bec Wreck 116 Es - 'Chemical 117 Bee Gees - Trafalgar 118 The Peddlers - Under London Lights 119 Cliff Richard - The Young Ones 120 Big Audio Dynamite - Sightsee M.C 121 ABC - Tower of London 122 Accept - London Leatherboys 123 Pitchshifter - Please Sir 124 Portishead - We Carry On 125 John Lennon - Whatever Gets You Thru The Night 126 The Lurkers - Ain't Got a Clue 127 Iron Maiden - Die with your boots on 128 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Kiss Them For Me 129 Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - From Her to Eternity 130 The Jam - London Traffic 131 The Cranberries - Waiting In Walthamstow 132 The Kinks - Victoria 133 Heads Hands & Feet - Pete Might Spook The Horses 134 Whitesnake - Long Way From Home 135 Queensryche - London 136 Concrete Blonde - Walking in London 137 Deep Purple - Fireball 138 The Ruts - dope for guns 139 Wham! - Bad Boys 140 Generation X - One Hundred Punks 141 Joe Jackson - Down To London 142 Anti-Nowhere League - Streets of London 143 The Wildhearts - Shandy Bang 144 David Bowie - The London Boys 145 The Human League - Human 146 Cockney Rejects - East end 147 Dire Straits - Eastbound Train 148 Ian Drury - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick 149 Sepultura - Filthy rot 150 The Jam - Down In The Tube Station At Midnight 151 Fine Young Cannibals - She Drives Me Crazy 152 Purson - Electric Landlady 153 Black Sabbath - Tomorrow's Dream 154 The Clash - Guns of Brixton 155 Blood Ceremony - Lord Of Misrule 156 Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life - Penis Song 157 Gentlemans Pistols - Hustler's Row 158 Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax 159 Jethro Tull - Cross Eyed Mary 160 The Yobs - The Ballad of the Warrington 161 Cradle of Filth - Principle Of Evil Made Flesh 162 Bruce Hornsby - The Black Rats Of London 163 Inspiral Carpets - How It Should Be 164 The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Foxy Lady 165 PETULA CLARK - WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL 166 Lush - Olympia 167 Hunters & Collectors - Blind Eye 168 Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now 169 David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World 170 UK Subs - C.I.D. 171 Queen - Dont Stop Me Now 172 Bruce Dickinson - Accident of Birth 173 the clash - capital radio one 174 UB40 - Here I Am (Come And Take Me) 175 The Meads Of Asphodel - Guts For Sale 176 Horrible Histories: Savage Songs - Boudicca 177 Swallow the Sun - Labyrinth Of London (Horror Pt. 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I Won’t Let You Be The One That Got Away

Vasco x De Sardet

Word Count: 8.2K Warnings: Angst, Canon-Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Explicit Language, I feel the need to say ANGST again.

Author’s Note: Y’all this is, and I cannot stress this enough, super angsty. Be prepared to cry and hate me for a couple thousands words. Also, Happy Valentine’s Day! ‘Cause we all need angst on VD! Enjoy! -Thorne

Constantin’s death hit everyone equally. No one blamed the young governor though, all knowing that in the end, there wasn’t a trace of him left that hadn’t been twisted into madness. But of all the people closest to him, no one was more affected by Constantin’s death than De Sardet. They tried their best to comfort him, but words of consolidation could only go so far for the Legate who had to take the life of the man whom he considered his brother.

They buried Constantin in a remote location, no one but the small grouping of De Sardet’s companions and a few others knowing where. Petrus had given the sermon, a few simple words to bless the life of what it once was. Síora and Aphra laid flowers on the mound of dirt, both consoling the other as they cried. Vasco had placed his personal mariner’s cross beside the flowers, and Kurt laid bottle of whiskey next to it. They took their places back beside De Sardet and waited for him to give his own personal item. It never came. De Sardet merely stared in silence at the stone with Constantin’s name carved onto it.

One by one the mourners began to leave, starting with Sieglinde and Manfred, followed by Admiral Cabral and Madam de Morange, until all that was left was the small group. And slowly, they dispersed too, providing their final words to De Sardet as they returned to New Serene, leaving Kurt and Vasco with the Legate. Kurt and Vasco shared a look before the mercenary nodded, placing his hand upon De Sardet’s shoulder, simply squeezing it, then he left.

The Naut moved closer to him, gently resting his head on De Sardet’s shoulder, hand curling in the others. He felt the man squeeze his hand in return, to the point that Vasco almost winced from the iron grip, but he didn’t let it show—De Sardet had always been a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for him, so Vasco knew that the hold meant his lover was truly in pain. And Vasco felt it as if were his own, heart breaking with every pulse.

“What can I do, my Tempest?” he whispered, tilting his head to look up at De Sardet.

“Can you bring back the dead?” De Sardet replied.

Vasco sighed heavily. “I wish I could.”

The man shrugged. “Then you can’t do anything.”

They fell into a silence after that, and the Naut felt like it was stretching their hearts miles apart. Suddenly, de Sardet’s hand left his as he pulled away.

“De Sar—”

“You should head back to New Serene,” he interrupted, not looking at Vasco as he knelt down in front of Constantin’s grave.

“I want to stay with you.” Vasco countered, but before he could take a step, De Sardet monotoned,

“I wasn’t asking you, Vasco. I was telling you.” He tossed a cold stare over his shoulder. “Go.”

That hurt. That hurt Vasco more than he’d ever care to admit, and he wanted to argue. Wanted to beg and plead to let De Sardet allow him to help, but he knew some things had to be done alone.

He nodded stiffly. “I’ll wait for you in New Serene.” And De Sardet gave him no reply as he turned away and made his way back.

***

When De Sardet finally returned it was well into the next morning. His footsteps seemed to unfreeze every lip, sending them into a gossiping frenzy, but from the look on the Legate’s face, he could care less. The group tried to engage him, ask him how he was, but De Sardet completely bypassed them, passing through the doors that led to the upstairs of the palace. Vasco and Kurt followed out of concern, but once De Sardet passed through Constantin’s doors, the flicking of the lock came after and they knew he wasn’t coming out anytime soon.

“What…” Vasco started, turning to look at Kurt. “What do we do for him?”

“All that we can,” he responded.

“Do you think he’ll come out soon?”

“I…don’t know,” Kurt replied, but it seemed like he wasn’t too sure of it himself.

***

Three of their companions had returned to their respective homes within the month, their own responsibilities calling them away. All that was left were the two captains, one refusing to be assigned anywhere but De Sardet’s side, the other staying for his heart.

They tried everything they could think of to coerce the Legate from Constantin’s room, but to no avail. De Sardet wouldn’t even speak, hell, he didn’t even make noise. He’d blocked the passage from the kitchen’s with heavy boxes, and not even Kurt could shove them off. He didn’t eat, and Vasco was sure that De Sardet didn’t sleep either. For all he knew, De Sardet just sat in the room and mourned.

Vasco spent all his time outside the doors simply talking to him. It was weeks before he even heard some form of response from De Sardet, and that was only the pressure of him sitting against the door. The Naut took the other door, pretending they were sitting side by side and that the wood wasn’t between them. He spoke of anything and everything. Of his travels, of his childhood, anything that he hoped would get a response out of his lover. Until one day when he mentioned the position Cabral had offered him.

***

He climbed the well-worn steps and turned the corner into the parlor, stopping when Kurt rose from the seat in front of the doors.

“Anything new?” Vasco hoped, heart sinking when the coin guard shook his head.

“Nothing,” Kurt responded.

The Naut sighed and nodded his head. “Go then. I’ll take over for the day.”

Kurt gave him no answer save a tipped head before turning his attention to the door. “Green Blood?” he called. “Your captain is here.”

No response came from inside save a shift, telling them that De Sardet was moving to rest against the door and Kurt glanced at Vasco before leaving.

Vasco grunted as he settled against the door, taking his tricorn in his hands. “It’s beautiful outside, my Tempest,” he murmured. “You should open up the window and take the fresh air in.”

While he held out a hope for an answer, he was used to the silence in its wake, and Vasco simply moved through it, telling De Sardet about his day. Of waking up to the birds singing, to still feeling odd at being served breakfast by a maid, to visiting his former crew to check up on them.

“They’re coming ‘round to find a new captain after Ruben,” Vasco commented, eyes shifting to his hands as he hesitated, “Actually…they want me to come back. Admiral Cabral has offered me the rank of Commander of the Fleet.”

He briefly drew his gaze to the door when he felt a shift. “It’s a prestigious position…one of quality and impressive feat for someone of my age.” He paused. “I turned it down though…I told her I was staying here on Teer Fradee…with you.”

Vasco felt the pressure of the door shift, and listening closely, he heard De Sardet moving around until he came back, then the sound of scratching reached his ears. Was De Sardet writing something down? It had been almost a month and a half since they’d seen him. Maybe he was finally coming back out? Maybe Vasco had finally gotten through to him?

His golden eyes flitted down when a piece of folded parchment slid under the door and he picked it up, heart beating wildly in his chest in anticipation of his lover’s words. Vasco flicked it open, and when his eyes scanned the paper, his heart sank.

You should take the position. I’m of no use to you as I am. Don’t stay of some misguided heart and let my grief keep you here when where you truly want to be is out on the oceans.

Vasco couldn’t believe what he read. Couldn’t believe that De Sardet would say something like that to him. He spun, grabbing hold of the door handle, and when he tried to speak, it came out through a tight throat, hoarse and hurt.

“How dare you! How dare you assume I’m here because I am misguided!” He pounded against the door with a gloved fist. “You’ve no right to assume what I want when you’ve locked yourself away from the world!” Vasco didn’t mean to let that slip, but he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t animosity because of De Sardet’s actions.

“I am here because I love you! Because I care about you!” he yelled, warmth starting to bleed into his eyes. “If you would only open the door and let me help you!”

He pounded against the door again. “Open the door and talk to me! Goddamnit! At least look at me if you’re going to try and send me away!”

Vasco’s words it seemed, fell upon deaf ears because the door never opened, and he saw De Sardet’s shadow fall away from the door.

“You are a coward, De Sardet! A damned coward!” Vasco shouted before collapsing with his back against the door, pulling his knees to his chest. He buried his face in them and let the cloth soak up the tears that escaped his eyes. He stayed for a few moments longer before deciding to leave.

“I’ll come back tomorrow,” he said hoarsely, though something told him it would be for the last time.

***

New Serene was supposed to be the grandest escapade of Serene. Sold to adventurers and nobles as a wild and beautiful place teeming with riches and wealth. Compared to regular Serene, Captain Vance decided it was exactly the same. Though he was excited to see the vast amounts of natives that lived within the city, so at least the stingy attitude of nobility didn’t follow over.

That being said, Vance had absolutely no idea where to even begin the search for the Governor of the Congregation. His father’s old maps were worn with age, almost illegible, so if the man had decided to go off into the wilderness, Vance was in a bind. He figured the best way to start would be with the governor’s palace, but first he had to check in with the admiral of New Serene and unload the Seahorse.

***

He didn’t know what to expect when the guards led him into the palace. His only run-ins with nobility tended to be whenever he let them board to take passage to another location, and most of them were pricks. Pleasantly though, the young man standing next to the throne welcomed him with a smile.

“It’s not everyday that a Naut captain comes to the palace,” the man said. “My name is Adrian. To whom do I owe this visit to?”

Vance tipped his head—he wasn’t fond of bowing. “Captain Vance of the Seahorse, your excellency.”

Adrian smiled, and held out his hand. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain Vance.” He shook the Naut’s hand firmly. “But I assume you didn’t come to simply greet me. Is there something I can do for you?”

“I’m here to see the governor,” Vance replied, eyes scanning the room. “Is he in?”

Adrian nodded. “Governor De Sardet is upstairs in his study. May I ask the reason for your visit?”

“My father is an old friend of his excellency’s.” Vance’s smile dropped and he murmured, “I don’t think my father is long to stay in this world. I wished to relay it to Governor De Sardet.”

“Of course,” Adrian nodded sympathetically. “I’ll show you to him.”

As they climbed the stairs, the young man added, “I hate to bear some bad news though. Governor De Sardet isn’t of mind to see many people these days.”

“Is he unwell?” Vance questioned, ignoring the urge to run his fingers along the paneled walls.

“Not unwell in the mind…just in personality. He doesn’t like visitors when he’s working.”

“I thought working required meeting people on the throne?”

“Ha, hardly. I take care of most of that work for him. He finetunes everything.”

“You are his understudy then?”

Adrian tipped his head side to side. “Officially I am the Legate of the Congregation on Teer Fradee, the position he once held. Though I assume all his lessons are to train me for governor.”

They neared the door and he turned, holding out a hand for Vance to wait. The Legate walked to the door and knocked, two quick raps. “Governor De Sardet? There is someone to see you.”

“I’m busy,” came a muffled reply. “Tell them to come another day.”

Adrian glanced back at Vance, an awkward smile across his lips, and the Naut sighed, walking up to the door.

He knocked harshly. “My name is Captain Vance of the Nauts.”

“I don’t care.”

Vance rolled his eyes and tried, “I am the son of Léandre d’ Arcy.”

For a brief moment, there was no response from inside the room, and the two young man stared at each other.

“…Come in,” the voice replied, softer this time.

Vance breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door, stepping inside. His first impression of the man was that he was exactly like his father had described to him when he was younger, but this man was older now, hair silvered, age showing across his face and hands. But it seemed that age didn’t stop his body as he stood and held out a hand for the Naut to take.

“I always knew I’d run into him again, even if it was through his children.” De Sardet said, and Vance shook his hand.

“You’re sure I’m not some imposter using the name?” he questioned, and the governor chuckled.

“Positive. No one besides your father and myself know that name.” He looked him over. “So, why are you here?”

As much as Vance wanted to inquire about his father’s old life with the governor, he decided the more pressing issue was his father’s life now.

“I’ve come to ask you to board the Seahorse and travel to the Naut island,” he said, and De Sardet’s brows rose in surprise.

“Well, that’s a request if I’ve ever heard one.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?”

Vance frowned. “My father’s health has been steadily declining over the past few years. I believe he is reaching his end.”

“Ah,” De Sardet murmured, “You have my condolences.”

“And I appreciate them,” Vance answered, but met the governor’s eyes. “You’re all my father talks about now. I know that he wishes to see you again though he believes it not likely.”

“It grieves me that your father is reaching his end, and I would make that so, but I have too much to do here,” he lamented, and Vance shook his head, voice taking on a firmer tone.

“You don’t understand, Governor De Sardet.” He pointed to himself. “I lied to my father and told him I was going to the Bridge Alliance on a mission when I actually came here to get you.” Vance stared straight at him. “My sailors are restocking the Seahorse as we speak because I am leaving tonight to head back. I need you to come with me.”

“I—” De Sardet started, but fell silent, the words seeming to escape him.

“Please, your excellency. I have heard the way my father speaks of you. He would be at peace if he could see you once more.”

The governor’s gaze raised from the floor to the young man in front of him, for a mere moment, simply gazing, then he sighed. “I…will have my bags packed by tonight.”

A relieved smile came across Vance’s face and he nodded. “Then I shall see you at the docks, Governor De Sardet.”

***

“How long has it been since you came to the docks?” Adrian asked, side eyeing the old man next to him.

De Sardet tipped his head side to side. “For business or because I cared?”

“The latter.”

“Hmm…fifty-five years…give or take a year or so.”

“And how many years has it been since he left?”

“Why do you care to know?” De Sardet snapped, scowling when Adrian merely smiled back at him.

“I was just curious to know how long it’d been since the one that got away,” he mused and De Sardet scoffed.

“My personal relationships are none of your concern.”

“Of course not, your excellency.”

“I despise your sarcasm, you smart bastard.”

Adrian grinned. “At least I’m not a prickly old bastard like you.”

“Excuse me?” De Sardet questioned, but before he could say another word, someone cleared their throat.

“Governor De Sardet, if you’re ready to go, we’ve ready to pull out as well.”

They both turned to Vance who was waiting and De Sardet nodded.

“Of course.” He reached down to pick up his back and Vance waved him off.

“I’ll take this.”

De Sardet prickled slightly. “I’m old, not decrepit, Captain.”

“But you are my guest, and I shall extend my courtesy to you,” he countered, and the governor fell silent as they walked to the brow.

Vance paused and gestured for De Sardet to go aboard, but the old man stopped and turned to Adrian. He held out his hand, Adrian gazing at it with confusion, but he took it, nonetheless.

“Adrian, if I were to do this properly, it’d take too much time, and since that’s something we don’t have, this’ll have to do.”

“Sir?”

“I hereby relinquish my duty as governor to you. New Serene is in your hands now.” De Sardet pulled away and walked up the ramp but paused when Adrian called after him.

“Wait! But won’t you be returning in a few months?”

He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “I have a feeling I won’t be, Adrian.” Nodding, he added, “Good luck to you, governor.”

Vance gave the man a firm handshake before making his leave, feet hitting the deck of the ship as he called, “Stations sailors! Weigh the anchor and ready her to wear!” He slapped one of his sailors on the back. “Lively now! Lively!” his hand rose to the sky. “Catch me a wind!”

De Sardet stared at the young captain, feeling the ache that had dulled itself over the decades slowly begin to burn once more at the familiar scene. His eyes drifted to the water as feelings he couldn’t even begin to describe settled in his chest.

***

The Naut island was exactly what he expected it to be, though a bit more refined if he was honest. His expectation had been slightly different in that he’d imagined the pirate island from his childhood tales. It was obviously more civilized though, except the number of taverns was mindboggling.

Vance led him through the crowded streets, giving De Sardet time enough to take in his surroundings, even throwing in a personal story from time to time. De Sardet decided that the time Vance’s father caught he and his younger sister drinking rum in the tavern was his favorite.

They hailed a carriage and rode for almost an hour until they came to a rather secluded home for such a crowded city. Vance helped De Sardet out and the old man took a moment to look at it. It reminded him of the country home that Aphra had back on New Serene. Cozy…homey…everything he’d refused.

“The others are probably inside,” Vance said and De Sardet cocked an eyebrow.

“The others? How many siblings do you have?”

Vance chuckled. “That are of my father’s blood? Or adopted?”

“Both.”

“Eleven. Five his, six adopted.”

De Sardet huffed in disbelief. “Gods above, what a madman.”

“You’ve no idea,” Vance laughed and knocked on the door before cracking it open. “I’ve returned,” he called, and the sound of stampeding feet put De Sardet on edge.

The door was yanked open, revealing a hoard of children ranging from their late twenties to the youngest who looked about ten.

“Vance!” a young woman called, wrapping her arms around the Naut’s neck. “Oh, you’re home! We’ve missed you!”

He huffed, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I told you I would be home within the year, Evelina.”

She pulled away, flipping her long black braid over her shoulder, a pinched look on her face. “You shouldn’t’ve left in the first place. Not while father is…” she trailed off when De Sardet peeked over Vance’s shoulder.

“Who is this you’ve brought?” she questioned, and Vance turned slightly, letting them see him.

“I present Lord De Sardet, the former governor of New Serene on Teer Fradee.”

Evelina drew her gaze to her brother. “You didn’t go to the Alliance then.”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t. And you can get mad at me later.” He gently, but firmly, made his way inside, De Sardet following him. “For now, I wish to see father and introduce his oldest friend.”

Vance glanced at the youngest one. “Marcel, how is he?”

The boy shook his head. “Not good.” He glanced at his hands. “Father said my magic won’t do much anymore.” His eyes met De Sardet’s and the old man realized the child was a native of Teer Fradee like himself. “I don’t think it will be long now.”

Vance cursed under his breath, and De Sardet couldn’t help but apologize. “I’m sorry, Vance. I kept you away from this.”

“No,” Vance replied, shaking his head. “Truth be told, I made my peace when I left for Teer Fradee.”

“You mean you left thinking he’d die before we got here?” De Sardet asked.

Vance met his eyes. “My father’s been extremely sick, Lord De Sardet. I believed he’d pass the day I left.” He shook his head and wandered down the hall. “It doesn’t matter though. He’s still alive and that’s what matters.”

They stopped in front of a closed door and Vance looked at the old man. “Are you ready?”

De Sardet inhaled deeply, hands clenching in fists. “As I will ever be.”

Vance snorted. “If it gives you any assurance, I don’t think father can throw anything at you.” That earned a chuckle from the old man and he opened the door, the two quietly stepping inside.

“Father? Are you awake?” Vance questioned softly, gently bending beside the bed to take his hand.

The old Naut cracked an eye open, a smile coming across his lips as he greeted, “Vance? You’re back?”

“I am, father,” he replied, blinking away the tears. “And I’ve returned with someone.”

“Who?” the Naut quizzed, white brows furrowing as Vance stood up.

“Someone important.”

De Sardet appeared in his vision and he smiled tiredly. “Hello Vasco.”

Vasco’s golden eyes went wide and seeming to find strength, he held out a hand. “My Tempest,” he breathed and De Sardet sat on the bedside, taking Vasco’s hand.

Tears filled the Naut’s eyes. “You’re here.”

De Sardet gave him a grin and looked at Vance. “Your son is stubborn. Wouldn’t leave Teer Fradee without me.” Vasco gave a watery laugh, squeezing his hand weakly. “Told me I’d be a terrible friend if I didn’t come see you.”

“I didn’t say that!” Vance snapped, cheeks warming as his father looked at him. “I just said he wanted to see you again.”

Vasco swallowed thickly. “Thank you, Vance.”

The young captain scratched the back of his neck and shifted, pressing a kiss to Vasco’s forehead.

“Yeah, well…you’re welcome.” He pulled away and glanced at the two. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

De Sardet watched him leave, and when the door closed, he turned back and stared at Vasco. So long had it been since he’d last seen him. His hair was no longer the chestnut brown it once was, now white as snow, and longer, to his chest. Vasco had gained more tattoos, some of them reminding him of the ones Cabral had. But his eyes—Gods they were still so bright and beautiful.

“How long has it been?” Vasco whispered and De Sardet let out a sigh.

“Sixty-three years.” He ran his thumb over the back of the Naut’s hand. “You look good for eighty-eight, Vasco.”

“Sixty-three years and the first thing you do is flirt with me,” he laughed. “You haven’t changed a bit…well, maybe just a bit.”

De Sardet patted his stomach. “I’ve certainly let my body go.” Grinning, he added, “Could still take on a horde of lewoilges though.”

That made Vasco snort. “Sure you could.” He paused and tugged at De Sardet’s hand. “Help me sit up, would you? I can’t do it on my own.”

He rose from the bed and with one hand grabbed a pillow, the other wrapping around the back of Vasco’s shoulders. De Sardet pulled his upper body up from the bed and placed the cushion behind him, watching as Vasco rested against it.

“Better?” he checked, and Vasco nodded.

“Much.” He held out his hand. “Lay with me,” he urged adding, “Please,” when De Sardet looked at him warily.

De Sardet didn’t have much resistance against his ex-lover, quickly ceding to crawl onto the bed, one arm curling behind Vasco’s head, the other across his waist, their fingers intertwined. Vasco rested his head on De Sardet’s shoulder, breathing the other’s sent deeply.

“Are you comfortable, Vasco?” he inquired, fingers threading through his long white hair.

“More than I’ve been in a while, Tempest.” He tilted his head and De Sardet looked down, catching his eyes. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“I was heavily persuaded,” De Sardet answered, and the ache in his chest intensified as he let go of Vasco’s hand to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the faded tattoos. “I’ve missed you, Vasco.”

“As have I, my Tempest.” Tears filled his eyes again and he lamented, “I thought about you for so long after I left.”

De Sardet swallowed the lump growing in his throat and he shushed Vasco softly. “Let’s not think back on such things.” He gave the Naut a smile. “Tell me about all eleven of your kids you absolute madman of a father.”

Vasco started laughing. “It is a sight isn’t it?”

“Eleven! That’s a handful!” He grinned. “And I want to know all about them.”

***

When Marcel had said that Vasco’s time wouldn’t be long, he wasn’t wrong in that assumption. As the day dwindled into night, so did Vasco’s life. He was tired, and De Sardet could tell, but there was so much they’d missed out on and so little time—they had to tell each other; Vasco had to tell him everything that had occurred during his time as Commander of The Fleet, sailing the seas and gaining the rank of Admiral, marrying his wife, and having the family he’d never thought he’d get. But he was so tired. So very tired. He wanted to sleep, but there was so much to tell. There was so much—

“Vasco,” De Sardet whispered, fingers brushing over the Naut’s cheek. He startled a bit, but managed to raise open his heavy lids, chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

“I’m here,” he replied, feeling De Sardet’s fingers curl in his palm. “What…what happened?”

De Sardet felt the lump grow back in his throat, but he said, “You started to fall asleep on me. You were talking about your last voyage.”

Vasco remembered again. He was telling him about the final voyage to Serene, Vance as his first mate. But where did he leave off on? The beginning? The middle? He wasn’t sure anymore.

“I’m afraid my memory isn’t what it once was, my Tempest,” he excused.

“It’s quite alright,” De Sardet answered, shifting slightly so that Vasco was once more resting on his shoulder, his arm over the Naut’s waist. “We’ll just speak of something else then.”

Vasco took a deep breath and started to relax on De Sardet’s shoulder. “I don’t think we have the time, my Tempest.”

“Don’t say that,” De Sardet lamented, throat tightening with each passing moment. “We still have time.”

“When has time ever been…on our side, my Tempest?” the Naut whispered, barely feeling the hand De Sardet placed on his arm.

He looked away as tears filled his eyes, and the memory of Vasco calling him a coward came back to him. De Sardet shakily exhaled and turned his head back, pressing his forehead to Vasco’s.

“I’m sorry,” he wept. “I’m so sorry that I was a coward all those years ago. I’m sorry I shut you out. I’m—”

“Shh, my Tempest,” Vasco murmured with a small smile. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

De Sardet didn’t like that answer. He let out a quiet sob. “Forgive me for being so foolish. I would give anything to go back all those years ago.” He felt the tears fall down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them away, raising his hand to cup Vasco’s cheek.

“I love you,” he confessed tearfully, thumb brushing over the Naut’s skin. “I love you, Vasco.”

The Naut seemed to find the last of his strength to open his eyes once more, gazing with a clarity and mumbled, “And I love you, my Tempest…always.”

***

Vance had offered De Sardet one of the rooms in the home, but he’d politely declined, saying he’d stay at one of the various taverns and let the family grieve. At that, the young Naut wanted to ask to let him walk the old man to one of them, but the look in De Sardet’s eyes begged him to leave the man alone. And Vance watched a broken man disappear into the night.

***

He wandered aimlessly through the streets, ignoring every sound and sight that passed him by. His heart ached. Oh, it ached terribly. And all he wanted to do was crawl under his covers and sleep it away. De Sardet had outlived them all. He’d left his mother to die, taken the life of his cousin, held the hand of the man he considered his father as he passed, held both Síora’s and Aphra’s hands as they passed too, brushed the sweat from Kurt’s brow before he slipped into eternity, and De Sardet cradled the man he loved in his arms as he took his last breath. What more could he lose?

When he finally came to clarity, he was knee deep in the water, feeling it lap at his legs. Tears fell down his cheeks and he slapped the water in anger, shouting as if someone could hear him.

“What was the purpose?!” he screamed. “I watched them all die! And for what?!”

Maybe En on míl frichtimen or The Enlightened would hear him and answer him.

“Is this punishment?!” The water was to his waist now. “I’ve learned my lesson!” De Sardet’s throat hurt from yelling and he cried, “I just want to go back! Please!” The water lapped at his chest.

“I’ll change! I’ll change it all! Just let me go ba—”

A gasp tore through his chest when his footing slipped from beneath him and De Sardet went under, the current pulling at his body, and though part of him struggled, the other stopped and let it happen. The moon shone above him in a rippled vision as the first intake of water sunk into his lungs. Strangely, as it happened, De Sardet felt at peace and let himself go, allowing the sea to pull him deeper and deeper. If this was his end, let it be. He was tired too. Tired of watching everyone he loved die. Tired of being the last one. His mind clouded with a haze and his last thought oddly enough, was that the moon was getting too bright.

***

The snap of a shutter down below broke him from sleep, and he sat up straight in the bed, chest heaving with every intake of oxygen. He wrestled with the sheets that were tied around him, realizing he must’ve gotten tangled in his sleep. As he pulled them down from his neck, he stopped to examine his hands. The wrinkles he remembered we no longer there and he reached up, feeling his face. Gasping, he scrambled from the plush bed and onto the floor, ignoring the shooting pain that shot up his legs from the impact.

He hurried to the corner of the room and stared into the mirror with shock. His young self was staring back at him. A smile of relief so wonderful came across his face and a laugh bubbled in his chest—it had been a dream, a terrible, awful dream. But that’s all that it was. He turned and looked out the mirror on his left and a new wave of relief bled through him—the Seahorse was still in port. Suddenly he remembered his dream. Vasco leaving, for good.

Cursing, De Sardet spun on his heel and sprinted to the door. He paused to yank his boots on and pull on a shirt, though it was unbuttoned and in disarray. His fingers flipped the lock of the door and he yanked them open, startling the maids who were cleaning, half to death. He merely waved at them and ran out of the parlor towards the stairs, and as he turned the corner, he saw Kurt coming up.

Joy filled him and he wrapped the mercenary in his arms, nearly causing them to tumble down the stairs. “Kurt!” he cried, squeezing the man tightly, and he sputtered in shock.

“Green Blood? You—you’re out of your room?”

De Sardet pulled away, hands grasping his friend’s shoulders. “I am! Where is Vasco?”

Kurt shook his head and thrust his thumb over his shoulder. “Came by about ten minutes ago. Said his goodbyes before he took off.”

“Damnit!” the Legate cursed and pulled away, descending the stairs like a madman, Kurt on his heels.

“Where are you going!” he yelled, waving off the nobles who were rightly scandalized at the younger noble in his starkers.

“To stop Vasco from leaving! I had a dream!” De Sardet shouted, flinging the doors of the courtroom open and hauling down the stairs towards the entrance.

“A dream?”

“I’ll tell you later!” he replied, bursting into the afternoon.

The townspeople stopped and stared at the barely dressed Legate and confused mercenary running past them, but De Sardet didn’t care. All he cared about was stopping Vasco before it was too late.

“How are you not skin and bone, Green Blood?” Kurt called behind him.

He laughed. “My cousin went insane, but he planned ahead!” De Sardet tossed a look over his shoulder. “I’ve been living off the fruitcakes he had stored away.”

Kurt made a face of pure disgust. “Ugh, gross.”

De Sardet laughed and flew past the merchants in the Copper District, coming out to the port. He sprinted towards the Harbour Master’s Office.

“Admiral Cabral!” he yelled out, startling the woman who had her nose in one of their books.

She gaped at him. “Lord De Sardet? What—”

“Vasco!” he shouted. “Where is he?”

“He and the Seahorse set sail moments ago.” She pointed towards the stern of the said ship and De Sardet cursed again, running towards the edge of the dock. The Seahorse was about to clear the two giant rocks of the island, about a hundred meters from them. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted as loudly as he could.

“VASCO!” the ship didn’t seem to be stopping and he called again. “VASCO!”

He turned to the crowd of sailors that was growing behind him; he pointed at one.

“You there! Give me your rifle!” The sailor pointed to himself, shock etching onto his face. “Yes you!” De Sardet griped, yanking the rifle from him. He quickly checked if it was loaded then raised it to his shoulder.

“You’ll shoot someone at this distance, Green Blood,” Kurt warned, and De Sardet nodded.

“I know. But that’s not what I’m aiming for.” He closed one eye and took aim with the other, raising the gun a few inches and pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed across the water and port, and they watched in amazement as one of the pulley’s holding up the main sail at the gaff exploded in a hail of sparks, the cream sail flopping over. From the way the other sails were immediately pulled into the masts and the anchors dropped, De Sardet knew he’d achieved his goal. He tossed the rifle back and cupped his mouth once more.

“VASCO!” he screamed, and the man who held his heart appeared at the stern, though de Sardet could barely make out his features.

De Sardet waved like a madman, watching as Vasco raised the spyglass to his eye, then lowered it in shock and he heard faintly across the water, “De Sardet?” A milewide grin crossed his lips and he bent down, undoing the laces to his boots.

“What are you doing, Green Blood?” Kurt questioned when the Legate shoved his boots into his arms.

De Sardet yanked off his shirt and tossed it at him. “I’m going to him.”

“You’re joking?” Kurt hesitated and De Sardet shook his head. “Green Blood, that’s at least a hundred meters.”

“And you’re acting like Constantin and I didn’t swim in the Serene sea during the summer months.” He winked at him. “I got this.”

He didn’t wait for a response, immediately diving into the ocean, which was freezing, he might add, but it didn’t stop him. De Sardet broke the surface and forced himself to swim through the frigid water. It would’ve taken him at least a minute and a half, but the coldness seeping into his bones locked him up a bit, and the minute stretched into two.

As he reached the side of the ship, a rope came down and he grabbed it, feet slipping into the steps on the side of the ship as the crew heaved him up. De Sardet came over the side and someone, he thought it was Lauro, rested a blanket over his shoulders.

“Thank you,” he shivered, teeth chattering as he rubbed his chest, and stomping came his way. He looked up to see Vasco coming towards him, a look of fury on his face.

“Are you some kind of idiot?” he barked when he got within ten feet of the Legate. “Do you have any idea how danger—”

De Sardet stepped the last foot between them, hands on Vasco’s tattooed cheeks as he pulled the Naut to him, sealing the sailor’s anger in a searing kiss. Whistles sounded around them, and he grinned when Vasco hands pressed to his bare chest. He tipped the Naut’s chin up, one hand leaving his face to wrap around the captain’s waist as he pulled them flush together. Eventually, air called to them and De Sardet pulled back, leaving Vasco a bit dazed and red in the cheeks.

“What—” he floundered, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“I love you,” De Sardet professed, staring into his eyes. “I love you, Vasco, and I don’t want you to go.” He breathed deeply, a foolish smile coming across his face. “I’ve been such a fool and a damned coward, just like you said. I’ve been the biggest coward who’s shut himself away from the world.”

Vasco couldn’t seem to find the words, but that was okay, De Sardet didn’t need him to speak, he only needed him to listen.

“I dreamed,” he started, taking a moment to will the horrid dream away from his mind. “I dreamed of what life would’ve been if you’d left today. Loneliness and regret are all it was.” De Sardet’s fingers brushed over his cheek. “And I realized something when I woke up. Do you know what it was?”

Vasco shook his head.

De Sardet swallowed. “I realized that losing Constantin hurt. But losing you?” He cupped the Naut’s cheek and confessed, “Losing you would be unbearable.” Vasco’s eyes went wide and De Sardet listened to the sharp intake of breath as tears gathered in the Naut’s vision.

“So, I’m coming to you with my heart in my hands,” he said. “And I’m asking you to stay with me.” He smiled widely at Vasco. “Stay with me, Vasco. Here.”

It took Vasco a good moment to gain his senses and he whispered, “My crew…I…”

Someone cleared their throat and they both glanced from the corner of their eyes to see Jonas smiling at Vasco.

“Captain, if I may?” he asked softly, and Vasco could only nod. “Captain, we Nauts belong to the sea. We are made from salt and water, forged by storms and secrets.” Jonas looked at De Sardet. “The sea is our mistress…but our hearts are ours.”

Vasco huffed, a smile crossing his lips as he whispered, “Shite, you’ve always had a nugget for the truth, Jonas.” He met De Sardet’s eyes. “Ask me again.”

De Sardet grinned. “Captain Vasco, will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me?”

“I will,” Vasco smiled, wrapping his arms around De Sardet’s neck. “I love you, my Tempest.”

“I love you t—” he’d barely gotten the reply out before the Naut was pulling him down, crashing their lips together as cheers surrounded them. He pulled back slightly and humored, “I’d love to take the warm up in your quarters, but I really need to bathe first. How ‘bout we get back to shore?”

Vasco’s lips twisted into a smirk, but it was anything but humorous. “Well…I would gladly take us back to shore, but someone shot my rigging down. We have to fix it first.”

De Sardet swallowed and objected, “It was that or you leave. I think we should look at the brighter side of things and that is that we’ve fixed a situation that could’ve been devastating.”

Vasco merely rolled his eyes and shoved him away, pointing to the captain’s cabin. “Go warm up while I get us back to shore.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” De Sardet flirted, winking as he escaped into the quarters.

The Naut huffed a laugh and shook his head, then suddenly feeling eyes on his head shot up and he hissed, “What are you lot standing around for! I’m still the captain of this ship! Lively now! And someone fix that rig!”

***

The warm glow still remained on their skin as they curled in each other’s arms, Vasco resting his head on De Sardet’s chest, his right arm resting next to his chin. De Sardet’s free hand softly ran through the Naut’s hair, the other gripping the hand on his chest, simply content in holding him. They’d both shared tears when they’d made love, apologies on bruised lips and against each other’s skin, but it meant the world to be together again.

“I’m going to be the talk of the city for months,” De Sardet suddenly said, and Vasco snorted.

“You’re going to be the talk of the city for years,” he corrected, musing, “A noble running after a Naut in his starkers, then diving into the bay for him.” He tipped his head up, propping his chin on De Sardet’s chest. “You’ve scandalized them all.”

“Good,” he countered with a grin, pushing a piece of hair from the Naut’s face, tucking it behind his ear. “We need a scandal every now and then. Keeps it all interesting.”

“I’m sure it does, my Tempest.”

They gazed at each other for a moment, then Vasco asked, “What made you come?”

“Technically it was you doing that thing with your hi—OW!” he hollered when Vasco pinched his side. “Okay! I was just joking! Geez!” De Sardet rubbed his hip, then rested his head back onto the pillow so that he didn’t have to stare at Vasco while he told him of the dream.

“I dreamed that I let you leave and grew old and bitter about it. Your son came to visit me…told me that you weren’t doing good and that—”

“I’m sorry, my son?” Vasco interrupted and De Sardet rolled his eyes.

“Yes, your son. Keep up with the story. His name was Vance, and he came to Teer Fradee to get me so that we could see each other one last time before you passed.”

The Naut was silent a moment. “And did you? You know…see me?” De Sardet fell silent and Vasco heard the Legate’s heart thump rapidly in his chest. “De Sardet?” he murmured, and the man picked his head up, looking deep into the Naut’s golden gaze.

“I held you as you took your final breath,” he whispered, and Vasco’s heart broke at the pain his voice held.

“My Tempest, I—”

“Sixty-three years since I let you leave, and I spent twelve hours trying to make up for it.” Tears gathered in his eyes. “And I begged your forgiveness for my foolishness and all you did was tell my you’d already done so.”

He cupped Vasco’s cheek. “I held you as you went.” De Sardet shook his head. “I’d never felt such an agony, even with all I had to do.” His thumb brushed a tear from under Vasco’s eye. “And I woke up thinking that if I had to hold you in your final moments again, then I wanted it to be after a life we spent together. A life of love and happiness, not regrets.”

De Sardet lips pulled into a weak smile. “And I’m so thankful I got there in time, because I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t.”

Vasco shifted atop him, leaning down to press their foreheads together. “You’ll never have to wonder, because we’re together now.”

“I love you, Vasco,” De Sardet murmured, cupping his sun-kissed, tattooed, cheeks.

“And I you, my Tempest,” Vasco responded, pressing a kiss to his lips. He pulled away and rested on De Sardet’s chest, feeling the other wrap his arms around him, fingers gently tracing up and down his spine.

They laid there a moment, then Vasco whispered, “But I wasn’t leaving for good, you know.”

The fingers dancing on his skin stopped. “What?” De Sardet deadpanned.

Vasco snorted and looked at him. “I was delivering some supplies to San Matheus and coming right back.” He smirked, eyes filled with mirth as he ribbed, “You didn’t really think you were getting rid of me that easily, did you? With a note? Please, I have more class than that.”

De Sardet’s jaw dropped and he gaped at his lover, who started laughing, and when his thoughts finally caught up with him, he chuckled lowly.

“Oh, so that’s how it was then?”

Vasco wiggled, trying to get away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

De Sardet followed him. “Oh yes you do,” he affirmed. “And I’m going to drag it out of you.”

They stared at one another a moment, then Vasco jerked, but before he could get far, De Sardet had him around the waist, pulling him down into the sheets, laughter peeling from him.

He pinned Vasco’s hips into the bed with his thighs as he straddled him and with one hand, held the Naut’s wrists as the other dug into the man’s sides, grinning evilly as he howled with laughter. De Sardet kept at it until tears were sliding down Vasco’s cheeks and he was begging him to stop. He released Vasco’s wrists watching as a few last chuckles crept past his mouth and lowered his arms.

“Gods, De Sardet,” he heaved, sucking in the much-needed air. “When you said you were going to drag it out of me, I didn’t know you meant that.”

“What? Thought I was going to ravage you until you begged mercy?” De Sardet ribbed and when the Naut’s cheeks flushed crimson, his eyes went wide. “Oh my god, did you really think that’s what I was going to do?”

Vasco floundered. “Your eyes said that!”

“My eyes—what?” De Sardet snorted, running a hand across his face.

“Your eyes,” Vasco said. “They were lustful,” his cheeks seemed to catch fire with every word until he snapped his mouth shut and De Sardet simply grinned down at him. “Oh, get off me you scoundrel!”

“Scoundrel?” De Sardet moaned, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m shocked you’d think that.”

“No, you’re not,” Vasco spat, though his voice held little heat.

“Nah,” the Legate replied, bending down to peck the Naut’s lips. “I’m not. But if you did want me to ravage you, I can still oblige.”

“I love you, my Tempest, but please stop talking.”

“If I say aye-aye captain, will it turn you on?”

“I’m deeply regretting my decision to stay at this point.”

“Oh no doubt, but you agreed to stay, so you’re stuck with me.” De Sardet smiled. “Sorry.”

Vasco chuckled and shook his head. “There’s no place I’d rather be in this moment in time, my tempest. Nowhere.”

De Sardet felt a heartfelt smile come across his face and he replied, “I feel the same, Vasco.”

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THE COURT RECORD: An Ace Attorney x Reader Masterlist

Masterlist Updated: March 19th, 2020 Current Number of Pieces: 90

Characters sorted by alphabetical order of their first names, Godot is sorted by Diego! Pieces are listed multiple times under each character that appears in them, this is for your convenience so you can browse entirely by character and find all relevant pieces. ^^ For the Prosecutors group, poly ships, and miscellaneous, please scroll to the end!

Apollo Justice

Headcanons on reacting to reader panicking over last minute work feat. Miles & Apollo

“You take me instead, do you hear me? Give them back and take me instead.” prompt scenario.

Confession scenario.

Reader realizing he’s not all that fine after Spirit of Justice’s plot.

"Don't tell me you're fine, I can see the blood!" prompt scenario, hurt/comfort, Male!Reader

S/O with Hanahaki Disease. [ANGST, Reader death, unrequited love]

April May

“What’s in the shadows?” prompt scenario. [Fem!Reader]

Athena Cykes

“I know the signs…you can’t hide from me, (Name)." prompt scenario.

Distracting her with kisses to win at Mario Kart.

Dick Gumshoe

Meeting their doggos scenarios, feat. Miles, Dick, and Kris.

Gumshoe doing detective work with his s/o scenario

Crush falling asleep on their shoulder HCs, feat. Dick & Miles.

Pineapple on pizza argument scenario.

Pulling them down by the neckwear for a kiss scenarios, shorter!reader, feat. Dick, Phoenix, Miles, and Franziska.

Reader telling that they’re loving them on purpose feat. Larry & Dick

Detective!Reader twists their ankle and he carries them back to the precinct scenario.

Reader injured while trying to save a murder victim HCs. Feat. Dick, Miles, & Simon.

Seeing their crush in one of their shirts scenarios. Feat. Phoenix, Dick, Miles, & Ema.

Confession scenario where the reader directly tells him their feelings after subtle hints don’t work.

Fluffy first date HCs.

Getting mistaken as being in a relationship with the Reader HCs. Feat. Miles & Dick.

Drunk!Dick interacting with a sober S/O HCs. [TW Alcohol and Drinking]

With a S/O who likes to cook for them HCs. Feat. Godot, Dick, Larry, & Phoenix.

Diego Armando / Godot

Shy!Artist!S/O surprises them with a landscape painting and an encouraging note before court feat. Phoenix, Godot, & Klavier.

“Where you drawing me?” prompt scenario. Feat. Godot & Larry.

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the prosecutors.

Prosecutors with an Equestrian!S/O and getting to ride their horse.

With a S/O who likes to cook for them HCs. Feat. Godot, Dick, Larry, & Phoenix.

Ema Skye

Cuddling HCs feat. Ema, Trucy, & Mia.

Seeing their crush in one of their shirts scenarios. Feat. Phoenix, Dick, Miles, & Ema.

Franziska von Karma

“I have a hole…in my side.” - “I’m sorry, what?” - “I was shot.“ prompt scenario.

Relationship HCs with an autistic s/o. Feat. Miles & Franziska.

Pulling them down by the neckwear for a kiss scenarios, shorter!reader, feat. Dick, Phoenix, Miles, and Franziska.

Shy!Artist!S/O surprises them with a landscape painting and an encouraging note before court feat. Miles & Franziska

Crushing on an Oblivious!Reader HCs.

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the prosecutors.

Franziska not tolerating people being loud in court on behalf of her S/O with a sensitive sense of hearing scenario.

Prosecutors with an Equestrian!S/O and getting to ride their horse.

Kay Faraday

“You’re a coward, (Name)! You hide away this entirely different part to yourself all because you’re afraid that someone might get close to you!" prompt scenario.

Klavier Gavin

Reminiscing about his old band days with his s/o.

Falling in love + First Date HCs

Relationship HCs with a Detective!S/O

Shy!Artist!S/O surprises them with a landscape painting and an encouraging note before court feat. Phoenix, Godot, & Klavier.

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the prosecutors.

Prosecutors with an Equestrian!S/O and getting to ride their horse.

Kristoph Gavin

Meeting their doggos scenarios, feat. Miles, Dick, and Kris.

“My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.” prompt scenario.

How he relaxes after work with his Male!Prosecutor!S/O HCs

Attending a fancy party with his Male!Prosecutor!S/O scenario.

Lana Skye

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the other prosecutors.

Prosecutors with an Equestrian!S/O and getting to ride their horse.

Larry Butz

Reader telling that they’re loving them on purpose feat. Larry & Dick

“Where you drawing me?” prompt scenario. Feat. Godot & Larry.

With a S/O who likes to cook for them HCs. Feat. Godot, Dick, Larry, & Phoenix.

Manfred von Karma

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the prosecutors.

Maya Fey

"Do you believe in soulmates?" - "No." - "Oh, well that's a shame because I'm it. I'm your soulmate." prompt scenario. [Soulmate!AU]

Affection and spending time w/ S/O HCs.

Person A: “I really hope you have a way to get us out of this whole mess.” / Person B: “Of course I do, you’re just not going to like it.” prompt scenario.

Taking care of her after her trials to become master of the Kurain channeling technique.

Mia Fey

Cuddling HCs feat. Ema, Trucy, & Mia.

Miles Edgeworth

Meeting their doggos scenarios, feat. Miles, Dick, and Kris.

Houseplant shopping with his s/o scenario

Walking in on his s/o singing to themself.

Headcanons on reacting to reader panicking over last minute work feat. Miles & Apollo

Relationship HCs with an autistic s/o. Feat. Miles & Franziska.

“You are being extra sweet today.” prompt scenario.

“I will give you the sun.” prompt scenario.

Crush falling asleep on their shoulder HCs, feat. Dick & Miles.

Confession scenario.

With a S/O who’s into gothic lolita fashion HCs.

Pulling them down by the neckwear for a kiss scenarios, shorter!reader, feat. Dick, Phoenix, Miles, and Franziska.

Shy!Artist!S/O surprises them with a landscape painting and an encouraging note before court feat. Miles & Franziska

Having a heated debate about the best Steel Samurai episode with his S/O, feat. some Maya, Pearl, and Phoenix.

S/O leaves him a cute bento box scenario

S/O with Hanahaki Disease. Feat. Miles & Phoenix. [ANGST, Major character death + Reader death.]

Alternative happy version! Feat. Miles & Phoenix.

S/O injured while trying to save a murder victim HCs. Feat. Dick, Miles, & Simon.

Miles trying to cheer up S/O while he’s abroad HCs.

Seeing their crush in one of their shirts scenarios. Feat. Phoenix, Dick, Miles, & Ema.

Crush learning about his fear of earthquakes fluff scenario.

Elevator ride with an Afraid of Elevators!Reader scenario.

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the other prosecutors.

Getting mistaken as being in a relationship with the Reader HCs. Feat. Miles & Dick.

Miles and Married!S/O staying up late to work on a case together, they get sleepy but refuse to go to bed without him.

Miles bails out S/O after they get held for Contempt of Court after disrupting the Turnabout Goodbyes trial at a pivotal moment.

Reader gets kidnapped in exchange for a Not Guilty verdict, after Phoenix gets his badge back HCs. Poly Triad!Miles/Reader/Phoenix.

Large argument w/ S/O and them walking out for a few days scenarios. Feat. Phoenix & Miles.

S/O’s on trial for murder... and he’s on the case HCs. Feat. Phoenix & Miles.

(Not an x Reader, but I wrote a lil thing with Miles being a dog dad to Pess.)

Miles with a S/O who’s afraid of stairs HCs.

Wendy reacting to finding out Miles is engaged to his S/O HCs. [TW Stalking, nothing worse than she does in the games.]

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi

Romantic HCs

Warning Defiant Dragon!Reader to mind their business, only for them to confess. [SoJ Spoilers, Defiant Dragon!Reader]

Happy ending follow up scenario!

“I can’t open my eyes, I don’t want to." prompt scenario. [SoJ Spoilers, Defiant Dragon!Reader]

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the prosecutors.

Prosecutors with an Equestrian!S/O and getting to ride their horse.

Phoenix Wright

“You’re like my hero.” prompt scenario.

“You can hold my hand if you want.” prompt scenario.

Hurt/Comfort scenario at the hospital after his fall through the Dusky Bridge.

“I know I kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?” prompt scenario sequel!

Trying to woo his S/O with his newly acquired attorney’s badge.

Pulling them down by the neckwear for a kiss scenarios, shorter!reader, feat. Dick, Phoenix, Miles, and Franziska.

Phoenix handling an investigator!reader who breaks down during the Khura’in trials. [SoJ Spoilers]

Drunk!Phoenix interacting with a sober S/O HCs! [Drinking TW]

Reader with Hanahaki Disease. Feat. Miles & Phoenix. [ANGST, Major character death + Reader death TW]

Alternative happy version! Feat. Miles & Phoenix.

Shy!Artist!S/O surprises them with a landscape painting and an encouraging note before court feat. Phoenix, Godot, & Klavier.

Seeing their crush in one of their shirts scenarios. Feat. Phoenix, Dick, Miles, & Ema.

Relationship HCs with a forensic psychologist!S/O.

S/O comforting him after a rough case.

College Era!Phoenix getting dating after the Hawthorne incident HCs.

Reader gets kidnapped in exchange for a Not Guilty verdict, after Phoenix gets his badge back HCs. Poly Triad!Miles/Reader/Phoenix.

Large argument w/ S/O and them walking out for a few days scenarios. Feat. Phoenix & Miles.

S/O’s on trial for murder... and he’s on the case HCs. Feat. Phoenix & Miles.

With a S/O who likes to cook for them HCs. Feat. Godot, Dick, Larry, & Phoenix.

Regina Berry

Regina taking in 6 year-old orphan to join the circus after he takes shelter in the big top during a blizzard. [Male!Orphan!Child!Reader]

Sebastian Debeste

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the prosecutors.

Confession scenario, with an Ace!Sebastian and an Ace!Trans!Male!Reader (who’s also a street performer!).

Prosecutors with an Equestrian!S/O and getting to ride their horse.

Simon Blackquill

Pre-incarceration/Post-incarceration Simon relationship HCs

“Are you trying to seduce me?” - “Depends. Are you seducible?” prompt scenario.

"Control your anger or you’ll have *me* to worry about.” prompt scenario. [Server!Reader, working at the Whet Soba]

“I don’t want to hurt you.” - “I’d like to see you try.” prompt scenario.

Reader injured while trying to save a murder victim HCs. Feat. Dick, Miles, & Simon.

Pre-UR-1!Simon confession scenario with Detective!Reader.

Play wrestling with his S/O, implied NSFW at the end.

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios. Feat. the prosecutors.

Prosecutors with an Equestrian!S/O and getting to ride their horse.

Pre UR-1 and Post-Incarceration where Athena informs Simon and his S/O of their feelings for each other scenario.

Trucy Wright

"Maybe if you actually stop staring at her and talk to her, you might have a chance." prompt scenario.

Cuddling HCs feat. Ema, Trucy, & Mia.

S/O gets interrogated by the found family scenario.

Wendy Oldbag

Wendy reacting to finding out Miles is engaged to his S/O HCs. [TW Stalking, nothing worse than she does in the games.]

Poly Ships!

Narumitsu/Wrightworth x Reader

Reader gets kidnapped in exchange for a Not Guilty verdict, after Phoenix gets his badge back HCs. Poly Triad!Miles/Reader/Phoenix.

Groups!

The Prosecutor Squad

“The way he watches you…like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” - “Is that a bad thing?” scenarios.

Prosecutors with an Equestrian!S/O and getting to ride their horse.

Misc.!

Calling a very confused Dhurke a DILF in front of Apollo.

#ms hat's navigation #writing masterlist #the court record #you can really tell who the favorite of this fandom is lmao

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creation-is-chaos · 4 years

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@rkmodelseries // cont x

Assuming this is an easy ask is foolish. Corvus is no fool. Coming to Markus Manfred garners him several probabilities. When it involves one of the two he cares for most there is nothing preventing him from entering this territory. It is different. When he steps out of his zone there are more stakes at play.

Corvus leans forward. Using his fashion cane to prop up, it is more than an accessory. As eyes of two men who watch his every move standing guard at the office door will not know, he carries a weapon under their surveillance. He already handed over his favorite dagger. Frisking him was rude enough; Corvus sniffs, expecting the details.

“It is no easy feat. That is why I am here. It will take more than undercover of darkness.” Offering a small smile it does not reach his eyes as he has discovered in the presence of his lover. “You know him. He is a boss. Hank Anderson.” The mafioso himself isn’t the problem. “I do not want him however. It is son. The one they call Caleb The Charmer.” A psychopath hiding behind the outfit of his father. Corvus is almost impressed - almost.

@redicebreakerr @ruthlessnessisyourdesire

#rkmodelseries #[V. Give Me All Of That Ultraviolence]#[He's Got His Gun He's Got His Suit On >> Human AU]#[Killer!Corvus AU]#[an eye for an eye turns us blind] >> [rkmodelseries > Markus]#[Hank Mention]#[Caleb/60 Mention]

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simping-for-kamski · 1 year

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Brought to you by the author of Gardengate ♥

It starts like any fairy tale. Elijah Kamski wants a child, Carl Manfred wants a custom android, Leo wants loving parents. It’s a simple equation, a pact, and Carl readily accepts to trade his firstborn child for an android of Elijah’s design. But can Elijah convince Leo to sign the adoption papers before the clock ticks from sweet sixteen to legal eighteen? And will everyone get their Happily Ever After? This premise is, obviously, a recipe for disaster, perfect if you have a taste for corporate Mister Kamski suffering at the hands of ADHD chaos boy Leo, and cackling to yourself “oh this is so problematic, give me more.” Also feat. sass queen Chloe ofc.

Read it on Ao3!

#detroit become human #dbh fanfic #everyone deserves happiness #elijah kamski #dbh elijah kamski #dbh leo manfred #leo manfred #leoski #I know people don't care about rarepairs but I love them #my art stuff

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hereisthearchive · 5 years

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MANFRED BERNARDO feat. @shesnikt

When any SECRET government organization calls he has a difficult time resisting the urge to leave the country. Regular jobs come from regular people who pay for regular things. Routine possessions. Haunted old shit, scary dolls. Anytime someone with unnecessary acronyms calls Manfred he knows that it will be painful. They never give him enough information. He’s just in a room. This time with a body lying, not moving. Great. He’s guessing failed astral projection. Where could a spirit be when it might not even be from this planet? Hopefully it’s not another Skree that hurts. He walks over to the table and touches a cold arm. Muscles across is chest tighten, stealing his breath away from him. SOMETHING IS STILL THERE. Pulling his hand off as if he’s been burnt, Manfred looks around and grabs a chair. He’s going to want to sit down for this. At the tip of the table behind her head he sits. You have to get close to the source, he grips the sides of her temples as he filters himself through into her mind. He’s going to demand triple his pay for this. His lungs gasp for air as his body falls limp. Only remember he can get trapped as well when the world turns black before clicking back on like an old tube television. He’s in.

#i almost didn't end it he's in but i wanted it to be like he was a 90s hacker #WE GUESSED THE PASSWORD IT WAS 1235 WERE IN #shesnikt #¯`·. manfred bernardo .·´¯ ◣ ᶠʳᵉᵃᵏ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ◥

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my-name-is-dahlia · 2 years

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Vocabulary (pt.mxliii)

Words taken from Now You Know Canada by Doug Lennox:

William Avery “Billy” Bishop (1894–1956) Canadian fighter pilot. A legendary ace during the First World War, Bishop was credited with destroying 72 German aircraft and became the first Canadian pilot to win the Victoria Cross.

Red Baron, Manfred von Richthofen (1892–1918) German aviator. He was the top German fighter pilot of the First World War, downing 80 Allied aircraft between 1916 and 1918 before being shot down.

dogfight (n.) a close combat between fighter aircraft.

war hero (n.) a person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life. [x]

Battle of the Somme a battle of the First World War between British-led forces (including Canadians) and the Germans, on the Western Front in northern France July to November 1916, in which the Germans were forced to retreat a few kilometres at a cost of more than a million casualties on both sides.

John Cabot (Giovanni Caboto, d. c.1498) Venetian explorer and navigator whose English-backed voyages were the basis of Britain’s claim to Canada. On his voyage of 1497 he became the first known European to land in North America, arriving possibly in Cape Breton Island, Labrador, or Newfoundland. His second voyage in 1498 never returned, and he is believed to have perished somewhere in the northwest Atlantic.

D-Day (n.) the day (6 June 1944) on which Allied forces invaded northern France to begin the liberation of western Europe.

Highway of Heroes a designated highway on which a convoy of vehicles carrying a fallen soldier’s body often travel. [x, y]

Hudson’s Bay Company originally a British colonial trading company set up by Royal Charter in 1670 and granted all lands draining into Hudson Bay for purposes of commercial exploitation, principally trade in fur. The company amalgamated with the rival North-West Company in 1821 and continued to operate in the area until finally handing over control of its territory to the new Canadian government in 1870. It is now a retail and wholesale operation.

Cape Breton a regional municipality of eastern Cape Breton Island, comprising the urban communities of Dominion, Glace Bay, Louisbourg, New Waterford, North Sydney, and Sydney Mines as well as the metropolitan area of Sydney; population (2001) 105,968.

#av #avdictionary #vocabulary #Now You Know Canada #Doug Lennox

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arieleboy · 6 years

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One Shot: Markus x Male!Reader

(First story I do of Markus, more being BL, You should also know that I think Markus is Bisexual, so I'll use my beautiful headcannon to justify the attraction to a human man) (PS: I'm writing this while I'm drinking mate, so it'll be great)

September 28, 2040

POV Narrator

Things in Detroit had improved, the android revolution brought advantages to the community, but there were still things to fix.

On the streets were propaganda of acceptance towards the androids. And from time to time, on the screens, the speech of Markus was reproduced at the last United Nations summit. There were still people who hated the androids, but luckily they did not get older.

But let's talk about something else. In this week, Markus forced himself to take a break from so much paperwork and politics. Being a public figure, he had to go as unnoticed as possible to avoid causing a stir. He had heard about a coffee shop that catered to Androids and Humans, long before the revolution happened. He thought and said "Why not see what the place is like?" He took his coat and left for the address of the cafe.

On another side, not far from that cafe, a boy was taking pictures of the landscapes. I was trying to find something that would convey a message. But what? I was really nervous, without those photographs, I would not get the title of professional photographer. I kept going from here to there, maybe looking for a good point to take pictures or to relax a bit.

"Maybe something sweet would not hurt me, I need something to keep my head cold." She put her camera in her bag and went into the cafe. I really loved that place, it conveyed an aura of freedom and peace, which did not seem real.

POV Reader

I really was stressed, I did not want to miss this opportunity to have that title. Photography is my life, I can show reality in only one image, but it can also be manipulated ... I did not like that side of photography.

The coffee "Esthétique" was my favorite. Apart from accepting Androids before the whole revolution happened, I had a very ... Very "Tumblr" theme To put it one word. All colors, real estate, and even the menu had a relationship that made you feel satisfied. I sat down at the bar and, while waiting for them to take care of me, I took my notebook so I could write down what pictures I could take here. He had good friendship with the owner of this place. He is the father of my best friend, he gave me work when I became independent and he lets me use the coffee for when I need an assignment of emergency photos.

While I was writing, a girl took my order, a strawberry shake with extra cream and two Waffles, it's my favorite when I'm nervous. I was relaxing a lot, without pressure, no time limit ... I felt free. I stopped thinking about the photos, the photos that I must take at the press conference for next week, I stopped thinking about the world ... So much so, that I did not feel that someone sat next to me.

POV Markus

The coffee looked very good, I could spot several androids drinking or eating with other humans. I felt that the days and days of struggle were useful. I went to the bar and sat next to a boy who seemed immersed in his thoughts while drinking a smoothie. I could not help noticing the sketches he had in his notebook, surely he came to find inspiration and relax. Simon told me that I should start making friends that are not androids, that it would be good to not be so immersed in the work. I decided to follow his advice, but I did not know how to start a conversation. Although, it seems that I was not going to start it, since it seems that the boy wanted to talk too.

-Perdon for asking but ... Are you new in the city? It's that, it's weird to see someone I do not know over here. He seemed nervous when he spoke, it showed in his voice. - Actually, I live here for a long time, but I have never come to this place ... I know him thanks to some friends who told me about him. -Well, it's a pretty popular place now with this androids revolution, I never saw so many people celebrating in this place ... Forgive me for not presenting myself, I am (Y / N) Winchester, student of photography- I held out my hand to greet him, which I accepted. -Curious last name, I'm ... I'm Markus Manfred- His eyes widened in amazement, I did not expect that answer- But do not say I told you, I try not to be so notorious with all this politics and some that still do not accept to the androids. -Don't worry, my mouth is sealed ... And, I knew that you will give a press conference in this week. -Yes, it is part of a project so that they know what will happen to the rights for the androids ... For example that CyberLife serves as a hospital for Androids, paid work and its protection laws -God, this reminds me when it came out of the law of equal marriage and rights to trans ...- I heard him laugh with irony -humans are afraid of the unknown, some act with hatred, and others with curiosity ... For me it's pure curiosity. In my school they are all indoctrinated by those fascist ideologies and many more, they seem from the 19th century -They will know at some point that they are doing wrong ...Would you like to speak in another place? It would not be good to change the quiet atmosphere of the cafeteria. -I would love, I know a quiet place where we could talk about anything, just ... - (Y / N) took out his wallet and paid what he was taking, after that he grabbed his things and went to the door - Come on, it'll be late if we do not walk now.

POV Narrator.

The two were talking about trivial things until they reached a square. The autumn leaves covered everything, leaving it in a perfect panorama. Without hesitation, (Y / N) he took out the camera and started taking pictures. He had never seen anything like this in his life, never an orange so alive.

-You look pretty happy taking pictures -It's my vocation, I love doing this kind of thing. Having a test of how beautiful the world can be is something that encourages me to continue ... But unfortunately I do not find inspiration to take pictures or the day does not help me, like today. I blocked myself and went to the cafe - You have not thought about exposing the photos in a place so that the people look at them? Because they seem worthy to be in an explosion. -I would like to, but I do not know if I have the talent. Also, I upload them on a page that I have and it's enough for me ... Does it bother you if I ask you some questions? -For nothing, only if you give me the address of your page. -Clear! Let's see where do I start? ... I know! How did you come up with that speech? It is something that really fills with pride and makes you want to do something for society. -Only, I said what I felt at the time. I had nothing prepared and wanted to convey what we wanted. But it seems that it worked, more people are listening to us outside the country. -That is a great feat, I would like to do it when I was in school. I was never good at speaking to the public, I start to tremble and I do not articulate the words, it's horrible. -You'll learn to talk to so many people, it's difficult at first, but then you get used to it.

Markus went to a railing to look at the horizon, instead, the photographer boy was watching from behind. Before his eyes was the photo he was looking for, the sun to see Markus as something magistral, something unattainable ... Something that made the boy jump heart. Without Markus noticing, (Y / N) took the picture. On the screen of the camera was the most beautiful picture he ever created, he did not know whether to show it or not. He felt embarrassed because he had not asked for permission for the photo.

-Hey! Are you okay? - The dark haired voice pulled the boy out of his thoughts. -Yes, just ... I was adjusting something in the camera, nothing more. It will sound hasty, but could I make a transfer of photos with you? It's that, maybe we can help each other. You will expand your ideals, and I will be able to have the honor of taking pictures of the most important public figure in the world. -I'll see if I have time, papers have me busy and I have to prepare things for the press conference. -Oh, in that case, you can tell me when you're free ... I think it's time to go back to my apartment, I need to edit some pictures of today and in the way I can use for photography- he took out his notebook and began to write on a sheet and then give it to Markus. - So early do you have to go? - He saw the sheet and then see the boy. - There is my number and my page, whenever you want you can see it. See you soon take care.

And without saying more, he left while laughing softly. Markus, on the other hand, kept looking at where the boy was going, he was really curious about it.

October 31, 2040

The press conference happened. Everything was according to the plan, the doubts were resolved and he proposed his new adoption project for androids. But something was happening. A week ago he did not talk to (Y / N), it's not that he does not want to, it's that he did not answer or said he was busy and he was nervous when they talked on the phone. I was worried, but I would see him again today because of the transfer of photos, I was excited. Was he feeling something for his friend? In the photography studio, (Y / N) was trying not to die of nerves, since he started talking to Markus he felt different. He loved to tell him about his works of art, to talk about music and about the projects he had for the future. First he thought it was friendship, then admiration, and finally he realized that he was in love. It was a pity to admit it, not because he was an android, but because he knew that if he admitted it, he would lose a good friendship, one he would never have again. The study was prepared for a halloween theme by date. Markus had the idea of making the transfer of photos and then go to take something somewhere, which made the boy more nervous.

I was finishing putting some decorations until the studio bell was heard. You quickly opened the door and saw Markus well dressed. It looked like the balance of a Vouge magazine in his suit and black shoes. And that was exactly what he liked (Y / N), the elegance and style of Markus.

-You came before ... Come, are you going to use that? In that case we will use another fund, perhaps a white one to contrast with the suit ... - We did not speak a week ago and the first thing you say is "you came before"? I was waiting for a "Hello Markus, how are you?" maybe... -Oh, sorry ... I had many things these days, cessions of photos, university tests and many orders ... I did not intend to walk away. -Don't worry, I understand you, I was with important paperwork ... Will we do those photos or not? I do not want it to be late for the bar. -If yes, whatever it is, follow me ...The place where the transfer of photos was made had as its background an impeccable white cloth and many lights gave a good illumination. Where the photographer would be found there were several things in boxes, including some accessories for the photos such as hats, masks and more interesting things. The (Y / N) laptop was on top of a desk next to a photo printer. Everything was impeccable, just as Markus imagined it.-Well, where do you want to start? - The younger placed the camera on the tripod and began to calibrate the lens-Have you ever seen the cessions of photos of Gucci and Louis Vuitton? -Only Gucci, I prefer that brand more than LV ... How do you know so much about that kind of thing? - I have a small title of fashion consultant, I know each brand and its advantages. My favorite is also Gucci, I'm trying to get a bag that I saw a long time ago ... Stop talking, be a good model and pose for me.The transfer of photos was spent laughing and some compliments from Markus to (Y / N) for the photos I showed him. Something that called attention to Markus, was that at all times, his friend tried not to make eye contact, had red cheeks and something told him that he was nervous just by his presence.-The photos will take time to print, we could go now to that place you said- He took his coat and before doing anything else, I grab the keys to the studio- I did not know you were drinking, in fact, I did not know that the Androids could take -We can, but we do not have the need to do it ... It will be fun to go and have fun for a while, we both have to clear our minds. -Of course, I'm ready. I hope it is not too far because I do not feel like walking.And indeed, it was not very long. The place where he took his friend was, so to speak, a bar with a restaurant mix. (Y / N) I was really excited and nervous, I did not know whether to put this as a date or just a way out of friends, but he was willing to say what I felt, whether it was corresponded or not. They went to sit at a table for two, next to a window and with the dance floor a few meters away. Markus asked for both something soft, that does not rise too fast to have fun.

- Do you know the rumors that run about me? - Markus broke the, not so uncomfortable, silence. - What rumors? I do not like those things, moreover, I hate them ... I still do not know how it is that the sensationalism continues to exist these days. -I do not like them either, but in this case it's good to know- Markus took from his pocket a sheet of a magazine of the moment.

The header said "Markus Manfred is dating a human?" And in all the pictures that were appreciated on the sheet were of him next to Markus in the different times that they left as friends. The face of (Y / N) turned red from one moment to the next, I really did not know what to say.

POV Reader

I was perplexed ... I really did not expect these things. I did not mind making myself look like Markus' partner, but I did not like it to be something to make yellow. I was between shame, grief, nerves and some hope. But I knew that Markus previously dated a female android ... I did not have many opportunities to say.

-This is really... -Rare? - Markus helped me finish -Strange... -At least they do not say another bad thing ...

They brought us the drinks, we took them, Markus decided to go to the dance floor and I went, but from one moment to the next, I was separated from the wall of admirers of him. I tried to pass, but I could not. I felt helpless, many asked him if he was alone, with friends or some date. He only said that he came with a friend, that made several girls try to take advantage. That's what poured my patience. I paid for my drink and went to my favorite place to sit on a bench. I hated being jealous, I feel toxic to be the ... But with someone I do not even date. Ten minutes passed until I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, it was Markus.

"You were ..." He heard something in his voice of confusion, or perhaps of sadness. -Yes, I forgot that tomorrow I have things to do, besides I hate the crowds- But I hate to lie to you. -You could tell me before going there- He sat next to me, he seemed worried. -No, it was my mistake in not saying it ... - Can I ask you a question? - I nodded - Why did you avoid me week poll? I understand you have a job, but I feel like you do not want to be my friend anymore -It's not that Markus, I ... I really feel something else ... Have you ever had the feeling of jealousy towards someone you do not even have the right to feel? Well, I really feel that- I saw several of my tears fall to the floor, I did not want Markus to worry -Markus, I like you ... I like you, that's why I did not want to see you in the week, I wanted to know if it was that or something else. .. Unfortunately it is love.

I did not hear an answer from him, which hurt me. It gave me an idea of the answer.

-At least I took a weight off my back ... It was a pleasure to meet you and be for your friend Markus Manfred, tomorrow look for the photos I made ... Our friendship lasted what it had to last, see you tomorrow.

And I left.

Pov Markus

I was surprised, I was in Shock. I could not talk, I could not say something, I could not stop it.

November 1, 2040

I got up early in the morning to go to the (Y / N) apartment. I wanted to talk to him, I was worried about the meaning of my silence yesterday. Her farewell felt it as a sign that she did not want to see me anymore, but I could not afford that. Yes, I started to feel something, but I did not think that he did too. When he told me everything, I felt relief and joy, but it did not last long when he heard how he said goodbye.

I knocked on the door one, two, three and even four times. When I was going to play the fifth time, he opened me. He was untidy, still wearing pajamas, his hair was disheveled and his eyes were swollen and red, he cried all night. When he saw me, his face brightened for a moment and then turned off again.

-Now I bring the photos, wait in the room, yes? I will not be long

Before he left, I grabbed his arm

-I do not want the photos, I just came to see how you were and to talk about yesterday. Really sorry for not saying anything, I was completely blocked ...- I saw him in the eyes and I could see that he was crying again -You could have told me ... I do not know, that you were not looking for another person, that you are not prepared for this ... Anything, least of all keep quiet. In addition, it is surely just admiration, that always confuses people ...- He let go and went to a room and then come back with an envelope -The photos are there, yesterday I uploaded them to my page ... I ...

Before I could say anything else, I hugged him, I knew we both needed him. Luckily, he also hugged me, I felt like I was unloading all his sadness. I really did not know how to react, I wanted to protect him, to tell him that everything will be fine, that he should not be scared since I will be with him. Time passed, ten, twenty minutes ... I do not know, but I liked being like that with him.

-Markus ... Can we start again? ... I tell you that I like you and then you tell me what you think is right. -I think it's the best option... -In that case- He separated from me and saw me in the eyes -I like Markus ... I do not know how or when, but I feel I can not hide it anymore. I will understand if it is not accepted, but I feel better knowing that I said it - Under the look something ashamed.

By inertia I smiled to him later to accommodate him the hair ... I really felt something for him, and it was authentic.

"Do you know something?" I raised my head to look at him and sigh slightly "Tomorrow, you and I, a date in a better place, do you think? And this time there will be no one to take us away like yesterday ... -I like the idea...

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