Kuroshou medieval AU haHA
Daishou is a noblemans son, one not that important in the grand scheme of things, yet still powerful enough to be allowed into the royal courts. His family has a tendancy to avoid picking sides, more often a neutral party during political conflicts, and because of this Daishou is able to participate in various parties. Its there he meets Tetsurou; another noble who quickly gets under his skin and irritates Daishou to no end. The teen doesn't even tell Daishou which house he's from, instead daring him to guess. Daishou knows everyone. He's poured through historical records and memorized Lords and Ladies alike and yet, he can never pin point which family Tetsurou's from. For each guess wrong, he looses a bit of his own secrecy. Tetsurou asks him about his own family, his studies, his hobbies and whatever else; half the topics feel inproper for noblesons to discuss, but Tetsurou always insists and Daishou is pride bound to uphold his end of the bet.
Tetsurou starts to appear more often. At every party Daishou attends, he'll find Tetsurou as well, who seems to have made it his mission to bother Daishou constantly. It's easier at least, than trying to kiss ass to older noblemen who look at him as if he's a starry eyed toddler. Talking to Tetsurou–despite being annoying–was much easier, and with each conversation they share Daishou learns a little more about the other boy.
Not about his family, history or lineage. But instead his habits, quirks and personality. For one, he prefers salted foods over anything sweet. He constantly hovers close to crowds, and slots himself easily into them, as if he'd been part of the conversation from the start. He talked to people. Alot. He has the worst case of bed hair known to man, and apparently each attempt to fix is has failed. His best friend was a boy named Kenma, a merchants son who always looked like he'd rather be in some ditch than any party. He's preceptive–oddly so–picking up on habits, moods and mannerisms even Daishou hadn't noticed until it's pointed out.
He's a caring person, past all the witty jokes, layered provocations, he has a habit of looking out for others and Daishou finds himself thankful to just know. To be allowed to see this side of the boy. Somewhere along the way, after months of nightly comradery, he's grown fond of Tetsurou,
"More like a crush–" Mika had cooed, taking off down the hall before Daishou could defend himself.
Fond. It's the appropriate word to describe the ease he feels whenever he spots the rooster nest of hair in a crowd. The perfect word for the bright warmth that spreads through his chest when the bastard smiles, more teeth and cheek than socially acceptable. Its the right word, and if Daishou repeats that to himself enough times, maybe he'll believe it himself.
They end up at another party. Grander than any other since it's the royal family themselves hosting it. Despite having arrived an hour ago, Daishou has yet to spot Tetsurou, and almost considers that maybe the other boy had just decided not to show up; that is until the doorman announces the hosts, and Daishou zeros in–embarrassingly quickly–on a familiar boy standing beside their King, covered in fine only the finest cloth and silk.
What the fuck.
(I died lmao Democratic vote should I continue this?? Edit: came back and added a little more.)
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I remember back in the Wattpad days when I had just watched Les Mis for the first time. I was so excited about it and I posted a chapter in one of my rant books with just my ramblings and gushing about the show.
I, being young, excited, and still stuck in my Spanish class, spelt all the names wrong. I think I was 13, maybe 14? I don't remember. I do remember spelling most of the names in Les Mis the way I heard them (ex. Jean Valjean sounded like John Von John to me, so I spelt it that way).
I even put a disclaimer that I had never seen Les Mis before and I didn't know french. But an hour after I posted it, someone came along and commented on ever single line, correcting my spelling, telling me what the correct names were, all while being a complete asshole about it.
So anyways, I think about that person from time to time and I wonder if they're doing okay.
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The sectumsembra spell was invented with the specific thought in severus head, that of james potters dead body.
Yet what happened is that the spell always reached the stars before it could get close to the sun. James never forgave snape for hurting sirius like that.
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oh yeah ive been replaying skyrim because after resetting my computer (which fucked up my monitor and mouse for some reason?) all my skyrim saves god fucked up even with steam cloud on, and i lost my most beloved Hermaeus Devotee Argonian, Trips-On-Shrooms.
so im quite involved in making this new skyrim OC, a Very Tall Muscle Wife Khajiit named Do'Zahrra. <3
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