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Detecting the Haunted Masterlist

Chapter One

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@hufflepuff1619 : Hello!! Can I please get a request for Lockwood & Co. The reader is a detective (I been reading lots of mystery books lately lol) and one day, she stumbles into Lockwood while she is trying to solve a crime and his charm doesn’t work on her and one day, he saves her from a ghost. Thank you! Have a good day.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing(s): Anthony Lockwood x Detective!Reader

Warnings: a bit of Swearing, Talk of Gore, Blood, Mentions of Death, Mentions of a past M*rder/S*icide (not a lot of detail but still there), and a bit of Angst towards the end.

A/n: AHHH it’s my first Lockwood and co writing! I have plenty more coming too!!! I apologize I kind of rushed the ending but I was too excited to get this out lol. I hope you like this! This is now also going to be a series.

You hated him. You absolutely loathed his smug self who thought he could charm his way out of being in the way of a DEPRAC investigation. Your investigation. He had gone on a tangent of giving you nicknames like you were his significant other and trying to flirt his way out of trouble for the past twenty minutes, wasting your time.

“So you mean to say that you just stumbled your way into a murder scene, which I might add is trespassing at the minimum, and that was a crime scene with literal yellow tape all over.”

“Yes, That’s exactly what I'm saying. And The death glow in there is brighter than the golden radiance you give off, Love.”

Your face was hot from fuming over the idiot that was Anthony bloody Lockwood.

“You do know, Mr. Lockwood, that although hired from an independent source, this is a DEPRAC case. And it is my case. And in this case, you’ve probably contaminated all the evidence now for us. Now you need to tell me who hired you?”

“Unfortunately I can’t say. Client privilege with our agency. I can tell you they're afraid of whoever was out there trying to get them and by the looks of it’s not only the body here, there’s definitely a haunting. Yes, the body may be a part of your investigation, but my Team was hired for the other problem in this house.” he says as smoothly as a snake.

“Well then perhaps you should be arrested for withholding information.”

He thinks for a moment, “Let's strike a deal. If we get to clear the house and make it safe, I’ll give you a name.”

“And why should I strike a deal with you? I last heard of your agency when you burned down Mrs. Hope’s house.”

“Well, you need a discreet agency, especially in what I’m assuming is a high-profile case like this, plus, I’ll even let you come in with us to make sure we don't burn it down.”

You couldn't think of a reason to say no. Especially if there was a haunting, your team wouldn't be safe.

“Fine. but if there isn't anything I’ll know.”

You both start walking towards the house with his associate Lucy in tow.

“Curious, how would you know? Some sort high tech of DEPRAC equipment, darling?” he inquires.

“No, I have talents.”

He looks almost slightly shocked that you said it.

“I have Touch and Sight mainly. Sights more of my strong suit.”

He nods smiling, “Same here. Guess it was meant to be.”

You roll your eyes at that.

“How’d you even get into detective work then? I'm assuming you never did agency work, as the only time I’ve heard of you was for your exemplary detective work, and you don't look older than myself,” he asks.

“Cut the charm, Lockwood.” you pause to take a deep breath before telling them, “Long story short, My father was a detective, and before he went undercover, He made me promise I wouldn't sign up for an agency. He knew the work all too well, having worked as one himself long ago. So I didn't. I still had the itch to do something with my talents, so I signed myself up to work for DEPRAC.”

“How’d he take it?”

“Not sure.” you stop at the door not wanting to dwell on his death, “What’s in your kit? I’m hoping for no Greek fire.”

You try to not snort when he slowly opens his long jacket proving he had some.

“If you use that, just know, I will have to arrest you.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” he mutters under his breath, before opening the duffle bag. You see what he has and give an approving nod.

The sun was starting to go down and it was nearing curfew.

“James, tell everyone to clear out. But everyone needs to come back at dawn, sharp.” You order your colleague.

He nods, looking skeptical, before getting everyone to pack up their things and leave.

You three enter the house, the draft was definitely there. And Lockwood was right, the death glow on the body was there, but fading as your team neutralized the body in the entryway, to make sure it wouldn't come back.

“I swear to god if you touch this body and ruin the evidence, I’ll make sure you never work again,” you say to the both of them.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of touching it.” Lucy grimaces looking at it.

“Right, Lucy, see if you can hear anything near, Y/n, you stay close to me and I’ll get you up to speed on the information we have on this case.”

You nod, as he starts filling you in about how the person who was living with the man here, was in an abusive relationship with him, and eventually, the woman sliced her significant other, before turning on herself with the blade. The home used to be an in-home business, a barber shop the man used to run. The house was renovated before the problem started, to be a glamorous home, until something started stirring.

You shudder only imagining what could’ve been lurking.

“Care to share about that death?” He asks, pointing to the body.

“The body you see is fresh. The neighbors called it in after hearing a gunshot this late afternoon, so it definitely isn't from the manifestation, and we still don’t have all the facts as to what happened, but we do know he’s a relic man.” You inform him.

“Gunshots overall are unheard of, and in this neighborhood? Very Odd.” he ponders, inquisitively looking you directly in your eyes. It caught

“Yeah, yeah, 'cause the only guns you think of are your non-exist ones.” you joke, trying to divert the burning in your cheeks, as it felt like his eyes were looking into your soul.

he put a hand over his heart, saying Ouch, but your focus was up the huge stairway. It was marbled tiled, all the way up, with a substantial curved staircase against the wall, with an old, detailed metal railing, that looked once to be gold.

You were now assuming they were getting paid a pretty penny for this job, whoever this was paying them. Something felt off up there. You couldn't pinpoint it, but it made your stomach churn.

“Shall we?” he points to the stairs.

“Shouldn’t we wait for-”

“Lucy? Trust me if something happens Lucy will hear it. She is the best listener or eavesdropper in London.”

“Heard that!” she yells across the room, “I’ll be right behind you, I just want to check that last room to see if the temperature drops, which I doubt it will” she reassures you.

Lockwood hands you a torch and your hands brush, giving you goosebumps, before you both start heading up, with him behind you slightly.

“Just remember to turn off the torch so it’s easier to see death glows, and if you see anything, don’t panic, just let me know since I have the rapier.” he winks, with his sly smirk. You couldn’t think of a good response to that, so you kept walking up, feeling colder by the minute.

Your breathing became heavier, due to the freezing nature of the stairway as you walked up, looking around for signs of anything.

As soon as you hit the landing, you touched the railing, feeling a sharp sensation on your palm.

You looked at your hand and nothing was wrong with it.

“Alright, love, turn off your torch, I see something at the end of the hall, you stay close to these first few rooms.”

You nod, agreeing but feeling weary of the idea of splitting up. You sigh turning off your torch.

He wanders closer to the death glow at the end of the huge hall before you look into a room near you, you feel something take over you, as you wander into the room. As you stepped into the room you start walking on broken glass and tears started coming out of your eyes as you felt sorrow run through you, like when your dad had died. But you couldn't control yourself at all.

You pick up a piece of glass, squeezing it so tight, your hand had started bleeding. You turned around, raising the glass up to yourself, but before anything could happen, you felt yourself being grabbed and tumbled into the wall where you could see Lockwood, holding your wrists, and you dropped the glass.

You look directly at him, shaken up a bit.

“Was I?”

“Yeah, you were ghost locked,” he says looking into your eyes, before wiping the tears from your face the proximity of his face was so close to yours as he examined you. That alone gave you goosebumps.

He notices the blood from your hand, moving his head and reaching up, and before he could do or say anything, you peered over his shoulder, to see the ghost of a woman coming straight for you.

“Look out!” you yell as you quickly shove yourself and Lockwood away from the wall, tumbling you both to the ground, out of her way and you fall on top of him. You're almost breathless as you quickly roll off of him, grabbing a salt bomb from his belt, before throwing it directly at her as she screams and disappears for the moment.

Lockwood grabs his rapier and unsheathes it, before quickly getting to his feet, as a precautionary

he helps you get up to your feet.

“Thanks for you know, saving me,” you say, as gently grabs your hand to examine it.

“Same to you. I think I’d be ghost touched if it wasn't for you.” he pauses before saying, “I think you should go home.” he says looking away, almost avoiding your gaze as if you could read his soul if you looked.

“Why? We do have an agreement, so where is this coming from?” You ask before he pulls out a handkerchief wrapping it around your hand.

Before he could say anything, Lucy interrupts, “Lockwood, I think I found the source’s area-”

she pauses almost looking like she was a deer caught in headlights, like just trespassed into a private moment.

“Do you two need a moment?”

“No, I was apparently going home,” you say harsher than you thought it would come out.

“Y/n I-”

“Just do your Job, and Report back to James tomorrow.”

“I'll Walk you out,” Lucy says, before following you down the stairs.

“I know Lockwood can seem harsh, but I think you should know it has more to do with himself than you. I think he likes you, a lot, and when he cares for someone, he wants them to be safe. Just try to remember that.” she tries to console you before giving you a hug as you leave.

You see James waiting in his car outside, and you roll your eyes, before getting in.

“You seriously couldn't leave?” you laugh.

“C’mon like I could. I can’t leave you in the company I don't know. Plus I did technically leave for a bit, to get this,” he gives you a brown bag with all your favourite goodies in it.

“Thanks, James, you’re the best.”

As you drive away, you couldn't help but worry about the boy that saved you. Not just physically but he brought back the spark in you that you thought was gone. The one that you thought had died with your father.

“Hey, James, maybe it’s time I looked at my Dad’s file.”

“You don’t mean?”

“I do. I need to know how he died undercover.”

You say, before looking down at the handkerchief on your hand that Anthony Lockwood gave you.

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7 Innovative Ways Promotional Products Weathered the Digital Advertising Evolution

With over three decades of experience in the agency and technology domain, I’ve witnessed the ebb and flow of marketing trends. From the early days of traditional media to the present surge of digital platforms, the evolution has been nothing short of mesmerizing. Yet, amidst this whirlwind of change, one aspect has stood the test of time – promotional products. Their resilience and adaptability in the age of digital advertising is commendable, offering lessons for even the most modern marketers.

Through our podcast, Side Hustle City, we delve into diverse entrepreneurial journeys, and it was in one of these episodes that we were fortunate to engage in a riveting conversation with Hildee Isaacs. Drawing from that enlightening discussion, here’s an in-depth analysis of the transformative journey of promotional products in our increasingly digital world.

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Nostalgic Charm in a Digital Age In our rapidly advancing digital landscape, there’s a surge in virtual connections, instant messaging, and online advertisements. But does anything quite replicate the feeling of physically holding an object that represents a brand’s essence? Despite the convenience of the digital realm, the allure of tangible items remains strong. Promotional products, with their inherent nostalgic charm, serve as a testament to this fact. Here’s why their magic persists:

Tactile Experience: Holding a promotional item creates a sensory connection with the brand, fostering deeper engagement than a fleeting digital ad.

Memorable Keepsakes: Items like mugs or pens often become integral parts of daily routines, serving as constant brand reminders.

Versatility: The range of promotional products is vast: 1. Mugs for the morning coffee ritual 2. USB drives that cater to tech needs 3. T-shirts that double as casual wear and brand promotion

Emotional Connection: Unlike transient digital ads that can be easily scrolled past, promotional products can evoke emotions, reminiscing the event or moment they were received.

The enduring charm of these tangible goods, juxtaposed against our digital-heavy world, underscores their unique value in brand marketing.

2. Branding Beyond the Screen

In today’s digital-centric marketing strategies, it’s easy to forget the power of physical branding. While a well-designed online ad might catch a viewer’s eye momentarily, tangible promotional products make lasting impressions. They not only bridge the gap between the online and offline worlds but also create lasting memories tied to real-world experiences.

Consider the following benefits of promotional items:

Tangible Interaction: Unlike a digital ad, which is a passive experience, promotional products invite active interaction. Whether it’s jotting down notes in a branded diary or using a branded pen, users engage with the product, and by extension, the brand, on a daily basis.

Evergreen Exposure: Digital ads have a lifespan – they run their course and then disappear. However, a quality promotional item can serve its user for years, continually reinforcing the brand message.

Increased Recall Value: Remember those times when a branded item took you down memory lane? Perhaps it was a diary from a seminar or a pen from a job fair. These items serve as memory triggers, reminding users of their experiences associated with the brand.

Complements Digital Campaigns: Integrating promotional products with digital campaigns provides a comprehensive branding approach. While online efforts capture attention, tangible goods retain it.

In essence, while the digital realm offers vast opportunities for brand outreach, promotional products ensure that brands are felt, touched, and remembered beyond the confines of screens.

3. Films to Fabric

In a world where content is king, storytelling emerges as the reigning monarch of brand narratives. Our conversation with the astute Hildee Isaacs illuminated this concept in ways that transcend traditional modes of communication. With her roots in Film School, Hildee brought to the fore a fresh perspective on weaving compelling tales in the realm of promotional products.

Key takeaways from our discussion include:

Films Branding Synergy: At the heart of every film lies a powerful story, much like a brand narrative. Hildee’s unique background underscores how storytelling techniques in cinema can be translated into branding, making promotional products the “lead characters” that audiences connect with.

Beyond Functional Utility: While promotional items like t-shirts have an obvious utility, they’re also canvases waiting to be imbued with meaning. A well-designed t-shirt can encapsulate a brand’s essence, its journey, and its values, all woven into graphics and text.

Emotional Resonance: Just as movies elicit emotions, promotional products, when designed with a story in mind, can evoke sentiments, memories, and brand loyalty. It’s not just about wearing a t-shirt; it’s about donning a narrative that resonates.

Diverse Storytelling Avenues: Whether it’s an intricately embroidered logo, a slogan that strikes a chord, or a design that mirrors brand ethos, the opportunities to tell tales through promotional goods are as varied as film genres.

Hildee’s insights challenge the conventional thinking around promotional products, urging brands to see beyond mere merchandise and embrace them as potent tools of engaging and evocative storytelling. Who would have thought a mere t-shirt could rival the allure of a silver screen saga?

4. The T-Shirt Test

The humble t-shirt, often perceived as a simple wardrobe staple, assumes a significant role when leveraged as a promotional product. As discussed with Hildee Isaacs, the intricacies behind choosing the right t-shirt for branding purposes are both an art and a science. Dive deeper, and you’ll find that t-shirts, in the context of brand promotion, are nuanced canvases that can either make or break a marketing endeavor.

Here are some pivotal insights:

Quality Spectrum: T-shirts come in a range of quality levels, from basic, budget-friendly options to premium, high-quality fabrics. The choice hinges on the occasion, the target audience, and the brand image one wants to portray.

Event Appropriateness: A lightweight t-shirt might be perfect for a one-off event or a casual company picnic. In contrast, a luxurious, high-thread-count tee would be more apt for a flagship product launch or an exclusive company retreat.

Material Matters: The fabric choice – be it cotton, polyester, or a blend – can influence comfort, durability, and print quality. Hildee emphasized that understanding the pros and cons of each material type is crucial for achieving the desired branding impact.

Design Dynamics: Beyond fabric, the design, logo placement, and print quality play pivotal roles. A high-quality t-shirt paired with subpar printing can drastically reduce its promotional effectiveness.

Longevity and Recall: T-shirts that are comfortable and well-made are likely to be worn repeatedly, increasing brand visibility and recall. On the other hand, a cheaply made t-shirt might see the light of day just once, rendering the branding exercise futile.

Budgeting for Branding: As Hildee aptly highlighted, it’s essential to align the t-shirt choice with budget constraints without compromising the brand’s integrity. Sometimes, a mid-range t-shirt with exceptional design and print quality can outshine a premium t-shirt with mediocre branding.

In essence, t-shirts, often underestimated, emerge as intricate promotional tools with myriad considerations. As brands navigate the ‘T-Shirt Test,’ insights like Hildee’s become invaluable, guiding them to make choices that resonate, both in quality and message. 5. An Educational Goldmine

Often operating behind the scenes, the promotional products industry stands tall as a multi-billion-dollar behemoth, quietly shaping marketing strategies across sectors. But while its influence is vast, there’s an evident knowledge gap in the general populace about its depth, potential, and intricacies. This is where thought leaders like Hildee Isaacs step in, harnessing the power of platforms like YouTube to unravel the layers of this colossal industry.

Here’s a closer look at the educational opportunities nestled within:

Historical Context: The industry’s roots trace back decades, if not centuries. An exploration into its evolution offers rich insights into changing market dynamics, consumer preferences, and the enduring power of tangible marketing.

Material Mastery: From eco-friendly materials to tech-integrated gadgets, understanding the nuances of different products is an education in itself. Different materials cater to diverse audiences and occasions, and discerning their unique selling points is crucial.

Design Dynamics: Crafting a design that’s not only visually appealing but also resonates with a brand’s message is an art. Platforms like YouTube offer a visual medium perfect for dissecting design elements, color psychology, and branding nuances.

ROI Revelations: One might wonder about the returns on investment in promotional products compared to other marketing strategies. Deep dives into cost structures, brand recall metrics, and long-term engagement can provide quantifiable answers.

Trending Topics: Just like any other sector, the promotional products industry witnesses trends. From sustainable merchandise to smart tech gadgets, staying updated with the latest trends can be both enlightening and beneficial for businesses.

Hands-On Tutorials: While discussing theory is enlightening, practical, hands-on tutorials can truly elevate the learning experience. Demonstrations on product customization, design optimization, or even understanding product functionalities can make the learning curve smoother.

Insider Interviews: Engaging dialogues with industry stalwarts, like our chat with Hildee, offer firsthand insights. These candid conversations shed light on industry challenges, success stories, and the future roadmap, making them invaluable for enthusiasts and professionals alike.

Case Studies Success Stories: Real-world examples of brands effectively leveraging promotional products can serve as both inspiration and education. Analyzing what worked and what didn’t offers a pragmatic approach to learning.

Hildee Isaacs, with her prolific YouTube content, exemplifies the educational potential nestled within the promotional products industry. By combining theoretical knowledge with practical insights, she and other industry leaders are transforming this ‘silent giant’ into an interactive, enlightening, and accessible domain for all.

6. The Subtle Art of Design Adaptability

At its core, the promotional products realm is a dance between design, branding, and the user experience. Graphics and design elements serve as the bedrock on which a promotional item’s success stands. Be it the intricacies of web design, the allure of quality graphic design, or the precision of printing, versatility in design thinking is paramount. With a landscape that’s forever evolving, it’s essential to have tools and insights that empower adaptability. This art of melding flexibility with aesthetics is where seasoned professionals shine, a point astutely reflected in our engaging conversation with Hildee Isaacs.

Let’s delve deeper into the world of design adaptability:

Design Tools for the Future: Modern tools like Kittl have revolutionized the design space. With features ranging from text shading effects to intricate text-decoration capabilities, it provides designers a playground of possibilities. Add in the bonus of a vast illustration and template library, and you’re equipped with everything you’d need in one comprehensive tool.

Crafting an Evocative Narrative: Remember Hildee’s insightful take on how a simple t-shirt can tell a compelling story? That’s design adaptability in action. Moving beyond standard design templates, the goal is to craft a narrative that aligns with the brand ethos.

Textures Layers: With tools like Kittl offering a vast texture collection, designers can effortlessly add depth to their creations. Whether it’s the vintage appeal of a grungy texture or the sophistication of a pattern, the right texture can elevate a design from good to great.

Accessibility Inclusivity: In today’s diverse marketplace, designs need to cater to varied demographics. Tools that support the upload of custom graphics or offer extensive photo libraries, like Kittl, provide designers the freedom to craft universally appealing designs.

Seamless Integration with Digital: As the lines blur between offline and online marketing, promotional products need to find resonance in both domains. Design adaptability involves creating graphics that shine both in hand and on the screen. Leveraging platforms that allow easy sharing across social media or sending creations to clients can help bridge this gap.

Feedback Iteration: The journey of a design doesn’t end once it’s printed or shared. Modern design tools that facilitate feedback loops, whether it’s through built-in sharing features or collaborations, empower designers to iterate and refine.

The design world, much like promotional products, is in constant flux. In navigating this dynamic landscape, it’s the art of adaptability that will separate the ordinary from the extraordinary. Having an arsenal of potent tools like Kittl, coupled with insights from industry experts like Hildee, ensures that designers and brands are always one step ahead in this exciting journey.

7. Mentorship Matters

The labyrinthine journey of navigating the ever-evolving promotional products industry can sometimes feel daunting. Fresh entrants, equipped with vigor and innovation, often find themselves at crossroads, unsure of which path to tread. Herein lies the unmatched value of mentorship. In a sector as dynamic as promotional products, mentors serve as the guiding north star, illuminating the pathway and providing invaluable insights that only experience can offer.

Breaking down the multifaceted role of mentorship:

Mapping the Landscape: Mentors, with their seasoned expertise, help delineate the industry’s intricate workings. Whether it’s understanding client nuances, appreciating the subtleties of graphic design, or gaining insights into effective media buying, mentors provide a roadmap to navigate these terrains with confidence.

Building Bridges: The world of promotional products isn’t confined to creating tangible items. There’s an entire ecosystem to engage with, from suppliers to marketers. Mentors facilitate introductions, ensuring newcomers forge strong connections that can be pivotal for business growth.

Avoiding Pitfalls: Every industry comes with its set of challenges and pitfalls. Having someone to lean on, someone who’s been there and done that, means fewer missteps and faster course corrections.

Knowledge Sharing Platforms: Today, there are multiple avenues to share experiences and insights. Platforms like WordPress have democratized knowledge dissemination. Whether it’s running a blog, sharing case studies, or crafting how-to guides, mentors and mentees alike can contribute, enriching the collective wisdom of the community.

Fostering Community Ties: Beyond individual mentor-mentee relationships, building a sense of community is paramount. Platforms that offer web hosting or those tailored for app development play a significant role in cultivating these ties. Digital spaces become congregation points where industry professionals exchange ideas, share challenges, and celebrate successes.

Continuous Learning and Upgradation: The promotional products sector, much like its counterparts in web development or public relations, is in perpetual motion. New trends emerge, technologies evolve, and consumer preferences shift. Mentors emphasize the essence of lifelong learning, ensuring mentees remain at the forefront of industry innovations.

In wrapping up, mentorship, in essence, is the lifeline of the promotional products industry. It’s a symbiotic relationship, with mentors imparting wisdom and mentees infusing fresh perspectives. This beautiful interplay ensures that the industry remains vibrant, innovative, and above all, deeply interconnected.

Promotional Products Digital Marketing: A Perfect Blend

The future of marketing isn’t just about pixels and code; it’s tactile, tangible, and ever-evolving. In this digital era, where a brand’s online presence is of paramount importance, the allure and personal touch of promotional products offer a captivating balance. At Reversed Out Creative, while we pride ourselves on our expertise in areas like web development, app development, public relations, copywriting, media buying, SEO, and web hosting, we also understand the enduring magic of promotional products and their vital role in the contemporary marketing ecosystem.

We collaborate with industry mavens like Hildee, diving deep into the world of promotional products. Such collaborations not only enhance our understanding but also position us uniquely to guide brands on a holistic marketing path. It’s not just about choosing a product; it’s about ensuring that the product resonates with your brand’s voice, message, and ethos. Every item, be it a pen or a t-shirt, should be a reflection of your brand’s narrative, and our team ensures that this narrative is coherent, captivating, and consistent.

So, if you’re pondering how to strike the right balance between the digital and tangible realms of branding, we’re here to guide you. Dive deeper into the intricate dance of digital advertising and its harmonious coexistence with promotional products. Let’s craft a strategy where every digital click is complemented by the tangible touch of a branded product. Reach out to us at Reversed Out Creative, and together, let’s weave a brand story that transcends mediums and creates lasting impressions.

Key Takeaways

Tangible branding through promotional products builds deeper brand connections.

Storytelling is a potent tool, not just in films but in promotional product design.

Design adaptability in promotional items is crucial in today’s diverse corporate landscape.

Mentorship and continuous learning are vital for growth in the promotional products sector.

The hybrid approach, combining digital advertising with promotional products, offers an unparalleled marketing advantage.

FAQ’s How have promotional products remained relevant in the digital age? Promotional products offer a tactile experience, creating a personal brand connection, something digital advertising often lacks.

How does storytelling play a role in promotional product design? Just as a film tells a story, a well-designed promotional product can narrate a brand’s journey, ethos, and message.

What should one consider when choosing promotional items like t-shirts? It’s essential to look at quality, purpose (casual event vs. a formal launch), and the brand message you want to convey.

How can digital platforms, like YouTube, benefit the promotional products industry? Platforms like YouTube offer a space for education, networking, and showcasing the potential of promotional products.

Is there a synergy between promotional products and other digital marketing strategies? Absolutely! Combining promotional products with strategies like SEO, web design, and media buying can lead to a more holistic and effective marketing approach.

At Reversed Out Creative, we understand the challenges and opportunities presented by AI disruption. Our team of experts specializes in web design, SEO, graphic design, and digital marketing services. Reach out to us through our contact form to learn more about navigating the evolving job market and embracing the potential of AI. Together, let’s shape a future that combines human ingenuity with the power of AI.

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EXCITEMENT AS NOT LESS THAN 25 TEACHERS OPERATE COMPUTER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN KADUNA

Excitement was visibly written on the faces of some primary school teachers in Kaduna State on Monday as they touched and operated the computer for the first time ever. The 25 teachers had undergone a five-day digital literacy training programme organised for primary school teachers in Chikun Local Government Area of the state. The training was organised by Emerald-Isle Foundation (EIF) under its “Train-the-Tutor’’ project, designed to improve the capacity of teachers. It was organised in partnership with the Kaduna Basic Education Accountability Mechanism, IHIFIX Foundation, Queen Amina College, and Leadership, Effectiveness, Accountability and Professionalism (LEAP) Africa, a youth-focused leadership development non-profit organisation. The Coalition of Associations for Leadership, Peace, Empowerment and Development is another partner in the training programme One of the teachers, Ms Kasham Tanko, who teaches a Primary Four class at Local Government Education Authority Primary School, Sabon Tasha, said the training was a game changer for her. The visibly-excited Tanko said: “Oh! Wow! Oh! Wow! To God be the glory. I participated in the training that has completely transformed me from a digital novice to a digital-savvy teacher. “Whenever I see a laptop computer, I used to ask myself, what is this? Not that I haven’t seen it before, but I had wondered how people operated it. “To God be the glory, I have participated in the training and I am now able to do so many things on the computer. “It is a rare privilege for me because I have never undergone any computer training before,’’ she sai Tanko added that the training had improved her capacity to use Microsoft Word and PowerPoint applications to prepare lesson plans, notes and prepare presentations. She commended EIF for the opportunity, which enabled her to know how to source materials online to prepare rich lesson plans and notes using different online platforms. Other participants told the News Agency of Nigeria (NAN) that they had also seen computers in the past, but it was their first time of operating one. Head Teacher of UBE Primary School Sabon Gida, Udawa, Mrs Debora Solomon, said her experience was “beyond description’’ having had the opportunity to operate a computer for the first time. “This is my first time touching a computer since joining the teaching profession in 2007. Now I have learned how to use different tools and applications, including Google tools and other e-learning platforms. “I have also learned how to use Google tools to interact with my teachers and hold online classes. “The experience is so amazing, and thanks to Emerald-Isle Foundation; now I can do all these things on a computer,’’ she said. The experience was not different for Mrs Dorcas Dare, a Primary One teacher at Local Government Education Authority Primary School, Nasarawa I, who described the training as an “eye opener’’. Dare said that the last time she touched a computer was after her secondary school when she enrolled for an Introduction to computer class where she learned a little about the computer. She added that the digital literacy training had opened her eyes to so many possibilities in the digital space that would make teaching delivery easy and in the long run, improve learning outcomes. “Besides learning some of the basics of computers, I also learned how I can source materials by logging to Ignite, the inspired e-platform and Nigerian Learning Passport. “These are websites with rich educational resources that can be downloaded and used to prepare rich lesson notes that will improve learners’ knowledge on any topic or subject. “I never knew how possible it was to teach pupils using online platforms and applications, but now I know how, and I am looking forward to exploring them in the future,’’ she said. One of the instructors, Mr Isaac Sunday, a digital expert with Ihifix Technology Ltd., Kaduna, said the training was hectic because he had to take participants through the very basics of computer appreciation. He added that because most of the teachers were operating a computer for the very first time, he had to take them through how to use the mouse, and how to switch a computer on and off. “I also taught them how to use the keyboard; how to create a folder and how to use Google collaborative tools so that they can learn how to interact with themselves and with their pupils,’’ he said. The digital expert described the non-availability of computers in most public primary schools in Kaduna State as a “serious challenge’’ that would affect the ability of the teachers to put the digital skills to use. He said pupils also needed to have access to computers to be on the same page with their teachers for improved learning experiences and outcomes. EIF Chief Executive Officer, Ms Evelyn Ode, said the training packages included computer appreciation, Microsoft Word, PowerPoint, Google Collaborative Tools, and e-learning platforms. Ode stressed that the goal was to improve teaching and learning outcomes in public and private schools in Kaduna State to be in tune with the current digital ag Read the full article

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witchofstarz · 3 years

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I wish women would stop falling for and perpetrating the whole “ older men are better” myth.

edit: some errors

I feel like age gap relationships between older men and younger women are so normalized that even women themselves will bend over backwards to either defend these relationships or not bat a single eye at these pairings. They are everywhere you look, and I think it’s so strange because growing up I’ve always heard women ( or girls) say things like “ EWW I would never date a guy 1-2 years younger than me because I see them as younger brothers/babies lmao” or “ I like dating older guys because they’re so mature and men my age are immature” , but they never seem to critically think about applying these things to the older men that want to date them. They never put themselves in the shoes of older men ( and emphasis on older men, not just an older person but a man) and think about why these men might go for them ( the younger women).

It’s not a coincidence that older men/ younger women pairing is common and it’s rooted in misogyny that places an importance in: a women’s youth ( which is associated with beauty), an older man having more experience and therefore taking the ‘lead’ and can ‘guide’ the younger women ( he can mold her as the person he wants her to be), men seeing young women as a status symbol/ trophy to feed his ego ( having an youthful wife/girlfriend vs an older wife girlfriend which is seen as an “ old hag” by society), older men thinking he can vicariously live through her youth even when he’s old, having a younger wife/gf that can be his caretaker as he ages. etc you get the point.

Under the patriarchy there is such a huge emphasis on women only being valuable during their youth yet so many women will overlook the fact that men will look for and pursue women that fit these qualities. And this is important to note because women also forget that men don’t have the same intentions as them or just assume that older men pursuing them are decent and their standards for finding a wife/gf aren’t influenced by patriarchal ideals. Women aren’t socialized to value ~youthfulness~ in men.

And this brings me to the whole choice feminism consensus that as long as you are a women making a ‘choice’ ,then all it takes is for a women to give the green light to said choice is okay, no questions asked. No critiquing what influences might have been led her to a choice ( in this case it’s choosing to get into an age gap relationship with an older man without thinking about his intentions [ but hey that doesn’t matter *shrugs*] , and if you question this very common phenomenon your a misogynist who doesn’t respect women’s agency or whatever. ) IMO choice feminism is dangerous in this aspect because it sets precedent to having younger women date older men without the reflection needed that could prevent them from getting into unfavorable relationships.

It’s important for women to always questions men’s intentions and analyze how living under that patriarchy might have influenced their own views on what an ideal male partner should be. ex ) men lying about how they ‘get better with age’ and ‘are more mature’ as they get older and thus might influence younger women into pursuing older men thinking it will guarantee them an ideal partner, which couldn’t be further from the truth. The only people these lies benefit are older men whom are trying to secure younger women by somehow showing that they are inherently being of more value than their younger male counterparts. The same does NOT apply to older women, in fact they are seen as bitter old hags past their prime that are just jealous of younger women.

It’s important to see who benefits from these “ older men are better “ tropes because unfortunately some women have fallen for them, hence women’s ridicule and aversion to younger men and thinking they won’t get the same bullshit from older dudes. The whole “ older men are more mature” thing is bs especially when you constantly hear about women behaving like managers and caretakers towards men who refuse to do their fair share of emotional labor + housework. Age is irrelevant, women still end up playing the role as older men’s household managers despite being younger. And it doesn’t stop there they are also supposed to bring a ~youthful touch~ to a relationship and help coax emotionally constipated older men into sharing their feelings ( emotional labor + playing therapist). If anything I think younger women are convinced that going after older men will somehow make them escape a lot of the labor and pain associated with being a women in a ssa relationship but they fail to realize that these are just issues that relate to dating men in general and the age of the man doesn’t change that......because men miracuously don’t grow out of their misogynistic ways as they age.

(sidenote 1: Younger women themselves that think that they are best matched with older men is also weird since it perpetuates the whole ‘ younger women age faster / mature faster than men’. Like, let young women/girls be youthful and immature? Let them act their age?? It’s sad to see women internalize this whom mindset that somehow they need to match some older dudes mental age and believe that they are inherently more mature than guys their own age. Younger women don’t need to pair up with some dude at a different stage in life and he’s not that impressive, he’s literally just in another stage in his life and when they get to his age they’ll find out that he’s not that impressive.

(sidenote 2: Also wanted to say that wanting an older man for security is odd since it just screams traditional gender roles and tbvh idk why the hell are so called ‘ empowered’ women still looking for ~security~ from men. I don’t find why they find older ~secure~ men more impressive for being more into their careers when it's a given at an older age ).

#radfems please interact #radfems do touch #radfem safe #ws.post #ok no one is gonna read this post but i wanted to get something off my chest #its all over the place but

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karmaischerryred · 4 years

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🍒 NSFW 18+

🍒 Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs

🍒 x Fem Reader

🍒 A/N: Hello! This would be my first time posting my work here. I create fan fiction on a different website but I'm linking all my R-rated chapters or one-shots here; also for y'all to enjoy, to whoever finds this.

🍒 Background:

The story I published on the other website is a book of Fem Reader x Dazai One Shots of them doing ordinary (and sometimes not-so-ordinary) things a couple would do. It's kind of parallel to the events happening in BSD, but they're not in chronological order. Every six short stories, I'll be uploading an NSFW 18+ one, and this is the first. Reader's character is consistent all throughout the stories.

🍒 My inbox is always open for suggestions, though I can't promise fast productivity because I have classes :) Enjoy! xx

Y/n took another sip from her wine.

She grimaced as she swallowed the warm liquor, disliking the smell. Normally, she'd prefer champagne over this, but she had associated the sparkling drink with parties and celebration.

And nothing was worth celebrating about tonight.

Under the dark blue glow, Y/n sat on the couch overlooking Yokohama's city skyline. The clock reading almost forty-five minutes past midnight.

She pulled her silk robe tighter to her body. Even with the air-condition off, the breeze at an hour like this still managed to make her chilly. The alcohol was only doing so little to heat up her insides, and her uneasiness wasn't helping either.

Dazai had left her a message earlier that afternoon that he'd be home late. And that could only mean the agency had assigned him a job that so much required his ability; a job that was most likely dangerous.

Y/n trusted in his ability, and himself even without them. But she still couldn't help but worry about him at times like these. She didn't want to see him suffer terrible injuries, or at worst, actually die.

A sudden clicking from the door lock fortunately snapped her out of her building worries.

"You're awake."

Y/n placed her wine glass on the small side table, not turning to look at him. Instead, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back on top of the sofa's backrest, letting out a sigh of relief. "You know I choose to wait for you to come home."

Dazai walked towards her. "Ah, I wish you wouldn't. I would always come home to you no matter what."

She felt Dazai's arms rest on both sides near her head. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by her smiling boyfriend. His eyes glinted in reflection of the city lights right outside the big floor to ceiling windows in front of them. He looked extremely handsome under the teasing of the darkness.

How did she get so lucky?

He kissed her forehead, taking the time to inhale her scent, before making his way to lay on her lap. "Seriously, you should rest. I'll be busy often so you can't keep tiring yourself."

Y/n stroked his dark, perfect hair. "What was the task tonight?"

Dazai unconsciously drew circles on her thighs, the tip of his cold fingertips leaving goosebump on Y/n's already freezing skin. "Just had to er, capture a weretiger."

"The tiger that's been on the news?"

"That's the one."

"Why did they send you after it?"

"Him," he corrected. "The weretiger's an orphan's ability even he didn't know about. Poor boy scared everyone away at the orphanage, even himself."

Y/n let him continue. He might not proudly announce or show it, but she knew that he was growing to love his work.

The side that saves people.

He sat up and stretched. "Not even a scratch on me. Okay, Y/n? There's nothing to worry about."

She hugged him by the neck and kissed him right on his jawline, the most convenient place to land a kiss considering their height difference.

"Wait." He chuckled, standing up and pulling Y/n with him. "The job was done in a warehouse, I should probably clean up."

"All right." Y/n yawned and walked towards their bedroom. "I'll head in first while you go take a shower, you do smell like dust."

Y/n hung her robe by the door before sinking to relax on her side of the bed. She was grateful Dazai had been coming home more often recently. He'd sometimes choose to stay in the agency's dorm when there was too much work or when he felt like he was being closely observed by an enemy of some sort.

She closed her eyes, still trying to keep herself awake until Dazai joins her.

The door to the room swung open and she could hear his footsteps drawing closer. Dazai likewise found himself under the cool, white sheets and spooned Y/n, kissing her on the cheek while doing so.

"Y/n, you're hot."

"Thanks," Y/n mumbled sleepily.

He smirked. "Of course you are, but I meant your body temperature, kitten. Are you sick?"

She shook her head. "I maybe had too much to drink."

"You didn't have work to take home?"

"I drank while working until you arrived," she admitted. "It helps keep myself in check."

Dazai sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you not to brood so much."

Before Y/n could answer, she felt him lightly kiss her neck, his breath teasing the shell of her ear— her weakness.

"D- Dazai," y/n warned, doing her best to suppress a moan. "Aren't you tired from the job?"

She tried to control her breathing as she felt him go hard against her butt.

"I'm not tired," he assured, pulling her closer to him by the arm as his lips continued to plant soft kisses on her neck. "Turn around."

Y/n was sure her cheeks were flustered red by now. Good thing it was a little dark, with only the glow coming from outside the windows as their source of light. She turned to face him, now laying face to face.

He cupped her face with both hands. "You're too cute when you worry, but I'm sure you stress yourself enough at your internship."

She closed her hand around one of his and kissed it by the palm. "I don't mind. I want to wait for you."

Dazai smirked. "Then we must do something to relieve that stress, no?"

"W-Wha—? Dazai!"

In one swift movement, Dazai was on top of her, pinning her down with both hands at the side of her head.

"You're always so stubborn, Y/n." Dazai's lips hovered above hers. "But it's my turn now."

His lips pushed hard against hers, Y/n struggling to suppress a smile. Dazai rarely asked for them to do 'it' and like today, he'd usually find a way to pin the need on her benefit.

"You're playing hard to get, huh?" He kissed the area between her breasts, his hand finding its way underneath her tank top.

"Why can't you ask for this like a normal person?" Y/n moaned as he continued to play with her breasts.

He hummed in amusement, now tracing a finger from her nipple down to the hem of her pajama shorts. "Because I'm not a normal person, love."

Y/n held her breath as Dazai's fingers circled around her clit.

"So I'm going to make you ask for it." He kissed her on the forehead and pushed a finger inside her without warning.

On instinct, Y/n gasped and closed her eyes at the sensation. He was too good with his hands that even though she wasn't an ability user, she could suddenly almost understand how it would feel like to be nullified by his touch.

"No." He grabbed her gently by the jaw with his free hand, making her open her eyes. "Look at me."

"Dazai..." was all Y/n could muster through her moans as he continued to flick his finger from inside, and that's only one. She barely held his gaze as her own eyes would threaten to retreat at the back of her head.

"Yes?" He stopped abruptly.

Before she could stop herself, Y/n screamed out, "No!" And immediately avoided his gaze.

Ugh.

"You were saying something?" Dazai started again, now going for slow thrusts with the same finger. It was sliding in and out easily now that her body had given in to him, betraying her mind.

"Now that you started it," she seethed. "Please."

Even though he was still climbing back to the quicker tempo he had earlier, Y/n squeezed his free left wrist, signaling to him that she was close.

Dazai's love for control flashed over his dark orbs, he loved it even more when it involved applying it to Y/n in bed. "Please, what?"

He pushed another finger inside her, his other hand teasing Y/n's bottom lip before inserting two twin fingers into her mouth.

Y/n sucked on them to conceal her moans. She was reaching a different kind of high compared to how close she was a few seconds ago.

"F-Fuck—" Y/n struggled to talk now that her breathing has quickened, mimicking the pace of Dazai's fingers, while also still trying her best not to break their gaze.

Her body went rigid as she clenched around him, her fluids slipping past his fingers and onto the bed sheets.

Dazai took his fingers out of her mouth and covered it to muffle what was almost a scream from her, while his other hand continued to work their magic from below. His weight now slightly pinned half of her body down as she squirmed, overcoming her orgasm.

Once she was done, he retrieved his fingers and stretched them out with a smirk on his face, admiring the fluid dripping from them. "Can you talk properly now?"

Tears were forming at the corners of Y/n's eyes. She was already too sensitive down there, but she wanted more of him.

It could only get better than this.

"Please," she said with a shaky breath. "Fuck me."

"I love seeing you helpless like this." Dazai pulled out his member and stroked the tip with the wetness from his fingers. "Your wish is my command."

He grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath her butt to elevate the lower part her body, since she was smaller and shorter than he was.

They kissed again as he thrust inside, slowly but hard.

Y/n gasped into his mouth but he was quick to claim it again. His elbows resting at her sides, barely pulling out of her as he continued to stroke deeper and deeper into her insides.

She grabbed his hair as they continued to make out, fortunately stifling their moans for their neighbors not to hear. Every stroke made her eyes water up more as she reached for her second orgasm.

"Dazai," Y/n whispered in between kisses. "Faster."

He pulled away and grinned.

"Good girl." He pressed his lips on hers before rising to support his weight with his hands. "Safe word if it hurts, okay?"

Y/n nodded as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. She tried to grab at the pillow underneath her head, but Dazai reached for her hand and held on to it instead.

No sound came out of her mouth as she struggled to regain proper breathing, even though she was very near screaming her brains out. Dazai, too, was close to reaching his peak with his own moans muffled on to his shoulder.

She couldn't feel anything else with the rest of her body except for the part that's being pleasured greatly down there. She was so wet she could hear the sound liquid with every stroke, together with the sound of skin slapping against each other.

She squeezed his hand to signal him again. "Dazai, fuck!"

"Me too," he said, focused. "Fuck, I love it when you're loud."

"Cum in me."

"What?" He started to thrust rougher at the same fast-paced jolts. It was starting to hurt but it turned her on even more.

And he knew this. He brought a hand up to her clit and started rubbing them.

"It's safe today," Y/n tried to catch her breath. She was dangerously close now that Dazai had done his final trick.

Her back arched as she arrived at her second orgasm, a bit more intense than the first one. She could feel Dazai empty himself into her, his jaw clenched as he slowed down.

He collapsed into her arms, whimpering in satisfaction. "You feel so good, Y/n."

She was too breathless to speak, her legs were shaking and she was throbbing down there. Y/n was in ecstasy, but the exhaustion came crashing down quickly to her.

"I'll go get you water." Dazai stood up and took a box of tissues from the dresser to clean his member off before tucking it back inside his boxers. He then left the room.

He came back with a glass of water, and assisted Y/n to sit up.

She took the glass gratefully and began chugging down the water. She then placed the glass on the bedside table once she was done, trying to get her breathing right.

Both of them shared a smile as Dazai tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You know I fucking love you, right?"

Y/n nodded. "And you love fucking me."

#dazai osamu #dazai smut #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai scenarios #bsd smut

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zuttersvoid · 4 years

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ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕄𝔼𝕋 ℙ𝔸ℝ𝕋 𝕊𝕀𝕏/???

HOW YOU MET (PROS AND VILLIANS EDITION)

CHARACTERS: HAWKS/ENDEAVOR/ALLMIGHT/SHIGGY/DABI

PRO HEROS

HAWKS—

You two met in a hotel suite. You booked a room in an expensive hotel suit under your agency name. Not knowing that a pro hero named Hawks had also booked that same room under the same agency. When you first entered the room it was magnificent, everything it described on the website. Luxurious with an ocean view. A bar stocked with most amazing booze. Plus a great place to track enemies. You being a pro hero had its perks especially when you get paid so much that you can afford a room like this. Although the room in questioning seemed a bit off.

The luggage that was brought up to your room seemed to have doubled in size. And when you entered the room. Room service was already place with shrimp cocktails even though you were allergic. Not to mention you hear sounds from upstairs like a shower running on. You quickly run upstairs thinking someone like a maid had left it on. Though as you enter the master bedroom which you expected to sleep in for the night you come across another men’s clothes set up on the bed. You quite confused what was going here.

Soon the shower water turns off making you alarmed. You started up your quirk expecting it to be the guy you’ve been tracking. Though it’s the Pro Hero Hawks. Hawks as in your colleague and he’s dripping on the floor stark nude with nothing covering him. His eyes are closed as he scratches her hair and walks into the room.

You cover your eyes with your hands. Hawks slowly opens his eyes and sees you standing there with your eyes covered. Soon you felt a body heat radiating off you and something at your neck. “Who are you?” He asked, you remove your hand and see he got dressed somehow and is now holding one of his feathers at your neck. You raise your hands up and introduce yourself. “I’m Y/N I work under the same agency as you and I’m here under a mission.”

“Is that so Kid. Then what are you doing in my room?” He asked and you looked back at him, though he brought the wing much closer. “This is my room.” You corrected that’s when you realized you both were sharing a room…

ENDEAVOR—

You’re a massive fan of Enji Todoroki. Some would say you are obsessed with this man. You had all the collectible figurines. Tape recorded all his interviews which you watched religiously. Your room is decorated full of him scattered with posters. So when it came down to your 31st birthday your best friend of all times got you and her tickets to the press conference he was having in your city. You were definitely excited to go especially to meet the number one hero. Though when time had come for you to go things just didn’t seem to work out right.

Your best friend is sick. Meaning you had to go alone. You missed the train and had to wait an hour to catch another one. When trying to enter the venue your ticket wasn’t being scanned right and you had to wait fifty minutes till it finally was accepted and deemed real. And just as you're about to see your all time idol it seemed that the conference was over because everyone started leaving. You were so upset and rushed your way inside practically screaming.

“Endeavor!” At the top of your lungs. Just as you manage to get through the crowd you find yourself alone with just a mere Endeavor poster and not the pro hero for he had already left. You were depressed that day thinking you lost your one chance. As you head back home you decide to make a stop by a Chinese restaurant so you can take it home and mope. Though this place don’t go right either a villain with an explosive quirk blew the building in order to make a distraction to get away. When the building blew everyone and anyone around you was severely hurt or tried to run.

Debris was everywhere. And you managed to get stuck, your leg caught under a roof top banister. You barely feel the pain and yet you screamed out for help. To the people who were running not caring about the others like you who was stuck under debris. You probably screamed a lot because soon enough you couldn’t anymore your mouth was dry and hurting from all the screaming. “Endeavor!” You hear someone yell and your eyes widen as you glance around some of the rubble to see an illuminating Endeavor with all his fire picking up people who are in danger.

“Endeavor!” You practically scream, a tear begin to stream your face as you called out to him. Endeavor after putting others back to safety he glanced over to you. He makes his way over to you and lifts up the heavy banister and you slip out from underneath it. Endeavor helps carry you back to safety. As you were carried your eyes were mesmerized by your favorite hero. You felt happy. You wrapped your arms around the pro hero which caught him off guard. And you thank him and praise him a million times. Till he settles you down in an ambulance. “Thank yo—”

“Don’t thank me. I’m just doing my job.” He noted and you smiled wide. “I was at your press conference this morning though I kind of missed it and there was a lot I wanted to ask you.” You rambled

“Well, you got to tell me these questions. How about you visit my agency and I’ll give you a private interview.” When you heard that you practically fluttered and nodded wildly. “Thank you!” You squealed and soon you said your goodbyes.

ALL MIGHT—

You met All Might on a blind date when he was in America. Your friend Dave set you up since he knew you were single. When you were alone waiting for this All Might person whom you’ve heard about all over the media you were quite nervous. Thinking he might have a stigma against you being a non quirk person.

You’re sitting at the dining table twirling your wine as you look around for this face. Seconds turn into minutes and minutes turns into hours. The date of yours hasn’t shown up and you are on your third glass of wine right now and trying to keep yourself together. Though you felt like you could cry any minute.

Since people have been glancing at you and the waitress has been giving you sympathy for the past hours. You finally decided to pay for the drinks you had and leave the place. You make your way downstairs to the main floor of the restaurant to go home. Though suddenly busting through the doors Toshinori is inside his crystal blue eyes widened when seeing you upset and disappointed.

“Sorry! I had villains backing me up. I'm sorry for being late!” He said as he ran up to you. You looked at him surprised and you slowly made your way up to him. You don’t do a thing and he speaks, “However um I got a coupon from a pizzeria for saving them. We can get a pizza and have it at my place if you want?” He says nervously as he looks off to the side and then back at you.

“Yeah I would love that.”

“Great let’s go!”

VILLIANS

SHIGGY—

You met through an associate of his Kurogiri. Kurogiri had promised that if you joined the league he'd help save your brother who’s been imprisoned in the high security prison. Though you didn’t fully trust his word you still joined anyway. When arrived upon what seems to be a Karaoke bar he opens the door for you and you step inside to see Shigaraki sipping on a glass of bourbon a disdain look on his face and slowly his eyes fall upon you.

“Kurogiri who’s that?” He asked as he took one more swig of his drink and he got up from his seat walking towards you. “This is Y/n.” Kurogiri introduced and explained to him that a destructive quirk of your body is acidic making it easy to kill someone if someone touched you. “A destructive quirk aye?” He questioned your gaze on each other was intense, more intense than you ever known for his crack dry skin wrinkled with a smile.

“You’d make a great addition to our League.” He said holding out his hand for you to shake which you just looked at. “Thanks...though I’m doing it for my brother,” you said as he grins. “Well at least it for someone—Kurogiri won’t you show our new member to their room?” Kurogiri nods and takes you away to the very back of the place where there was a single room, placed with only one bed.

“Huh? Where’s the room and why is there only one bed up here?” You asked and Kurogiri pointed at the bed. “That’s where you’ll be sleeping unless you want the couch downstairs?” He said and you shook your head and questioned, “Is there not like a ton of your guys. Where do you sleep?”

“Downstairs on the floors or couches. I’m honestly quite surprised you’re getting this room, "he explained and you knit your brows together. “Why?”

“Shigaraki sleeps here.” And he doesn’t say much after that and leaves you alone.

DABI— You are a pro hero known to most of the people in your city. While on a night patrol. You were called in for a disturbance in a museum. Your expectations are low when you go thinking it’s a low band of criminals. You are making your way to the museum at full speed using your trusty motorbike you got from the agency you work for.

As you roll into the side entrance of the museum you make your way inside noticing the door frame of the museum has been broken. While you’re entering inside you notice a disturbance of what seemed to be a fight. Blood trickles the ground as you go further inside. “Hello, is anyone in I’m pro hero (name) and I’m here to save you—” you walked into the green room which displayed all the expensive paintings from the dynasties of Japan.

Though what you didn’t expect to see inside is a body torn to pieces. Your eyes widened in shock as you stared at it terrified. “What happened—” you were caught off guard and had a hand cover your mouth pulling you back you kick and scream. You tried activating your quirk but he held a strong grip on your hands.

You are turned around and you face Dabi who’s holding a finger to his lips. “Who are you and what happened here?” You asked, trying to get out of his grip and he went back to cover his mouth. Soon a low growl fills your ears. Your eyes look to your left and there staring at you is a feral dog-like creature ten times the size of what a regular dog is. He’s growling at you sniffing the air. The guy pulls you in close noticing you could be caught.

The dog takes a couple more sniffs before walking off. “What’s that?” You whispered soon after his hands come off your lips. “That’s the idiot I hired to do my bidding. I didn't think his quirk was that monstrous.” He muttered to himself and you stared at his eyes wide. “You’re a criminal?”

“Can’t you tell I mean I don’t look quite hero-ly.” He says and he smirks at you, seeing you still clutching up against him. “Though I have to admit you are quite the cutie.” He says and you roll your eyes. “Whatever.” You pull out his grasp.

“Though I have business here and with this disturbance and creature I’ll take care of it so you can leave if you want.” You said and he didn’t like that fact that you were looking down at him. “Um, I can take care of it myself. I have a strong quirk than you, hero.”

“Doubt it.” You muttered as you then opened your mouth wide. “You might want to cover your ears.” You say and he scoffs and does as told. Soon enough you begin singing at the top of your lungs. Your voice being your weapon causing trances and illusions to whoever your face. As your voice vibrates around the museum halls and walls. You hear the monstrous creature approaching back to where you were.

You’re singing more and more and also preparing for when it comes. “Hey you sure you got this?” He asked the ground rumbles underneath you as the low snarls vastly approached. Within seconds bursting into the room is the fowl creature. And with one claw he strikes at you and you tread back taking the hit. You screamed out in pain which brought you to tears for you were slice at your side.

Though you didn’t stop singing changing octaves ever so to see the creature slowly fall into trance and when it does fall you don’t hold back. You get up clutching your side and sung to your highest note and watched as the creature crumbled into dust. You huffed and puffed once the creature had finally been taken down. Dabi released his hands from his ear and turned to look at you. You stared at him and felt yourself become dizzy. You fall and fall to the ground you black out and don’t remember much after that.

#boko no hero academia #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #all might #gender neutral reader #black reader #headcanon #bnha headcanons

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pertinax--loculos · 3 years

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Absent That Night -- Excerpt

In which Latrell takes the opportunity to conduct his own thread of investigation. OR Meet Zaide guys help i accidentally made myself a new favourite character ahaha D: Wordcount: 1297 CW: smoking, cursing, vague threats I suppose? (I’m not great at these, let me know if I’m missing anything oops.) *** Gun on his hip, underneath the untucked shirt. Latrell held his breath as the man stalked past his hiding spot, but his heavy-lidded eyes never moved Latrell’s way. His gaze was fixed ahead. Purposeful.

And walking out of the Warren? Definitely Associate.

Latrell waited until the man was a decent distance past him, then stepped out of the storage room and raised his voice. “Trouble you for a moment of your time?”

The Associate spun, hand going to his waist. Latrell’s breath caught sticky in his throat, but he stayed still, hands open by his sides, expression neutral. He let the stranger examine him, saw the once-over make his conclusion jump to agent, then exhaled slowly as the Associate’s hand dropped smoothly from his holster. He continued the movement to cross his arms, eyebrows lowering a fraction.

“Anything I can do for our vaunted Law Enforcement Agency,” he said.

The amenability was unexpected, but not strictly speaking surprising. The reason the Association maintained its stranglehold on the city was its ability to outfox any and all forms of justice, and acting cooperative — and ignorant — was the easiest way to do that. Particularly when an individual was stopped on the street for no apparent reason.

Latrell gave himself a second to breathe, and fashioned his tone into remote professionalism. Let just a touch of nerves filter through, emphasise his discomfort and hopefully the implication he wasn’t altogether experienced. “I’ve been sent to do some research into a suspect our Homicide Division is looking into. I was hoping you might know of him. Man calls himself Nox?”

The Associate’s features slid into a smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Got you out doing busywork, huh?”

“I go wherever they ask me too,” Latrell said, stiffly. He paired it with the slightest jut of his chin.

The Associate stepped forward, slow, nonthreatening. Latrell tensed anyway, only partly out of commitment to his charade.

“Yes, well, obedience is key in your line of work.” There was the slightest twinge of an accent in the man’s voice, maybe foreign, maybe just from a city far away from the one they were now in. Latrell didn’t have a good enough ear to tell. “Let you in on a secret, though — either your bosses are hazing you, or they want you dead.”

If Latrell actually had been a green agent, the words would’ve been extremely effective. Even as it was, he felt his stomach drop with the finality of the statement, a curl of dread accompanying the rush of adrenaline to his veins.

But experience let him keep his expression dispassionate, and his questioning on track. “So you do know of this Nox person?”

One of the Associate’s brows lifted. He’d thrown him. Good. Though his voice was still smooth when he said, “Of course. Everybody knows of Nox.”

Latrell waited. Realised that might provide too much insight into his actual identity, and prompted, “And?”

“From what I hear?” The Associate’s smile returned. It was not a comforting expression. “He’s a bit of a… freak.”

Latrell’s skin prickled. The word didn’t seem candid as much as carefully chosen. All implications and connotations included.

He kept his voice even when he said, “Care to elaborate?”

The Associate shrugged, uncrossing his arms in the same movement. “I mean, nobody really knows him. Just rumours, mostly.”

“I thought all you people knew each other.”

“We do.” The smile returned, and Latrell finally pinned down what was so discomforting about it; it was cultivated, like a copy of an expression the Associate had only seen, practised in the mirror. Or a twist of features brought about by the strings of a marionette. He’d never wanted the comforting weight of his handgun against his shoulder more. “Which is probably why nobody really knows much about Nox. He’s not an Associate.”

Latrell lifted his eyebrows. “Come again?”

It was a theory he’d bandied about, of course, something he’d even considered likely. But to have it confirmed — and by an Associate who, he was more and more convinced with every passing moment, had to be in the upper echelons of the organisation — was something else. That made it fact. That made it real.

That made it evidence.

“Someone like Nox…” The Associate held up one hand a little, palm out, as he fished in his back pocket with the other. It didn’t stop Latrell tensing, and the tension didn’t ease until the stranger flipped open the thin, square case he’d retrieved and revealed a neat line of cigarettes. He placed one between his canines, spoke as he swapped the shiny case for a lighter. “…you don’t invite him into a brotherhood like ours. Too risky.”

“How so?” The words fell out of Latrell’s mouth without consideration, transfixed as he was by the flickering flame of the Associate’s lighter, the glowing coal that flared at the tip of his cigarette, the stream of smoke that dissipated into the damp air as he exhaled between his teeth.

“He’s got a history,” the Associate said between drags, as if that was all the explanation necessary.

It wasn’t, but Latrell wasn’t inclined to push. He also was less and less inclined to spend much longer around this man.

But he did have one more question.

“So why is it that you work with him?”

The wires twitched the smile back onto the man’s face. “Unfortunately, he’s very good at what he does. Even if he seems to have developed a taste for blood recently.” Drag, pause, exhale. In a mutter: “About time he did something interesting.” Then, finally, back to Latrell; “And he has very high-powered friends.”

Latrell dropped his green-agent facade entirely. He wasn’t convinced that the Associate had been fooled to begin with, and he rather thought it would put him in less danger. “The Marks.”

The Associate tapped ash off the end of his cigarette, wires pulling taught enough to bare his teeth. “The Marks.”

Questions rushed to Latrell’s mind; why do you call them friends and how many of them does he know and how many of them are there? But he beat them all back. Ice prickled beneath the dampness of his jacket, and something about the Associate’s languorous gaze increasingly made him feel although he was standing in crosshairs.

“I appreciate your cooperation.” He thought about stepping back, but doing so would take him further away from his escape route, the retreat back to no-man’s-land which necessitated walking past the Associate.

“Oh, any time.” The man placed the cigarette back between his teeth as he pulled out a sleek black phone; his eyes finally dropped from Latrell as he moved towards the warehouse that bordered the Warren. “I wish you luck on your assignment.”

He couldn’t know that Latrell was not actually on any assignment. It sure sounded like he did.

“Thanks,” he said as he started forward, hugging the building opposite, keeping as much distance as possible between them in the narrow valley carved by the railway lines.

He’d just started to relax, his stride lengthening into a more comfortable rhythm, when the Associate called out to him.

“Oh, and Agent?”

Latrell glanced over his shoulder, slowing a little. He didn’t stop, couldn’t quite convince his feet to do so.

Whatever puppeteer controlled the Associate’s face manipulated the wires into a grave expression. But one failed at the corner of the Associate’s mouth, and it curved up just a fraction.

“I wouldn’t recommend working with people you don’t know. Perhaps next time, you should investigate them first.”

Latrell’s heart tripped, faltered, picked up from its stumble at a racing pace. Surely the slam of it against his breastbone would be audible across the distance between them.

He managed a nod — stiff, jerky, not at all convincing — before he turned tail and fled.

#WIP: ATN #excerpt #original writing #writer problems #crime/mystery #another long one ooops #but listen i cannot tell you how much I love Zaide #he only has a relatively minor role atm #but god knows that could still change #especially after my other brainwave today ahaha

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xiii - hypocrite

w/c - 3,299

"god, it's brutal out here"

index

You squint your eyes open, blinking a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the blinding lights. You look around you, feeling a sense of deja vu as you take in the white walls and white ceilings. Your father stands just a few feet away from you talking with someone who seems like the doctor.

“Unless she gets proper training on how to use her quirk, she’ll be fainting every time she uses at least fifty percent-“ The doctor’s eyes shift to you, noticing that you’ve awakened. H clears his throat, furrowing his brows at your father, lowering his voice into a more ushered tone. “Her quirk is too powerful for her body. I don’t know what that child had gone through, but all I can guess is that it must have been very painful for her quirk to enhance this much. You hav two options here, Mr. Kawamata; you either get her to stop using her quirk like that for the rest of her life or you get someone to teach her how to control it.”

The doctor leaves with a heavy ambience in the room and you watch as your father’s shoulders physically drop. “Are you finally regretting all the bullshit you did to me back when I was a child?” You ask, pushing yourself to sit up. Your father quickly turns around, smile stretching across your face to see you’ve awakened.

He steps towards you and you quickly hold up a hand to stop him in his tracks, not wanting a hug from him nor do you want him to be closer than three feet from you. “How long was I out?” You ask.

“About three hours. The doc says you will be discharged tomorrow-“

“If I can be discharged tomorrow then I can be discharged right now. There’s only a few hours difference.” You begin to pull at you IV tube only for your father’s much bigger hands to stop you. “Didn’t I tell you to-“

“You can deny me and reject me as much as you want, Y/n. But I am still your father and I’m worrying about your health.” He speaks in an assertive, dominating voice which pulls out the childhood fear you have in you. He’s always spoken to you like this back then, especially back then. You have no idea where this sudden change of heart came from but you don’t want anything to do with it, or him.

“I’ll contact a close friend of mine to be in charge of your quirk training. This way you will be able to control your quirk better and-“

“No way.”

Your father raises a questioning brow at you.

“I came to Japan because I knew you were here. Not because I wanted to be close to you but because I want to prove to you that I can become a respected and powerful hero without your help.” You grit your teeth, “when I was still a child, I expressed to you multiple times how much I wanted to be a hero and you turned that down every single time.”

You stand up, ripping the IV tube out of your skin, feeling the warmth of your blood slowly drop down your knuckles and fingers. “Well now you don’t get to meddle with my goals and dreams anymore, considering how much you’ve stomped on them my whole childhood.”

You quickly grab your phone, dialing a number you’ve memorized before you went home. It rings once, twice- “Hello this is The Endeavor Agency, how may I help you?”

You raise your brow, not expecting them to pick up since it was an hour past midnight. “Hello, it’s Y/n L/n. I’m calling to accept the recruitment offer you guys sent?”

“Of course miss L/n! We’ll send an email over to you in a bit regarding the schedules and information about the week long interning with Pro-Hero Endeavor. Thank you for choosing us!“

“Oh, and I’m sorry for calling this late. Something came ups and I didn’t have enough time to call.”

“it’s quite alright miss. then.“

You end the call, waving your hand up to get the attention of a taxi cab. You quickly get in, blinking your drowsiness away. You turn on your cellphone, feeling a wave of guilt hit you at the numerous missed calls you have on discord- presumably from Shinsou.

You: hey, sorry I didn’t play with you. Stress did me dirty and I passed out lol

You: I promise we’ll play soon, not now though, we’ll both be busy with interning

Shiin_s0u: u alright?

You: why aren’t you asleep?

You: yeah I am, just rlly tired

shiin_s0u: kinda fucked up my sleep schedule this week lmao

shiin_s0u: it’s ok we’ll have free schedules after the interning I think

You: fingers crossed

shiin_s0u: I’ll leave you to sleep

shiin_s0u: night lol

You: night

You look up from your phone, virtually paying the driver before getting off the car. By the time you reach your apartment, you barely have enough energy to walk towards your room, so you drop yourself onto the couch instead, allowing the heavy feeling of languor encase you in its arms.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own? You. Know, no matter how much we both loath that man he’s rich enough to have multiple cars that offer a comfortable ride to-“

“Mom. Please.” Your mother grows quiet as you sigh, “I’ve ridden a train on my own before.”

“I just wanna make sure you’ll be safe.“

“Yes, I know, thanks but I’ll be able to handle myself. Now I gotta go, I should have started walking to the train station half an hour ago.”

You bid farewell to your mother before ending the call, as you make your way down the building, your eye catches as black car with the windows tinted all over.

“Excuse me, miss Y/n L/n, we’re here to pick you up. We are-“ The man in the black suit starts, only for you to cut him off by bringing your hand up. “If you’re here on Mr. Kawamata’s orders, I would like you send him a message from me. Tell him to suck a dick.” You nod before you start walking away, taking out your headphones from your pocket proving to be a real struggle as you hold onto your stroller with your other hand.

“No, Miss L/n, we’re here because Pro-Hero Endeavor sent us.” You stop walking, turning at the balls of your feet and pushing the luggage towards him. “Well why didn’t you say so!” You chirp, stepping in the car.

You plugged in your earphones, allowing music to consume you as you leaned your head back on the seat, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to be lost in the cage of music. you stir awake not that long after, rubbing your eyes when you notice the car had stopped moving. You step out of the vehicle, whistling lowly as you took in the luxurious sky scraper in front of you with the front entrance decorated with a stylized flaming E for Endeavor.

You step in, allowing the man in the suit to carry your luggage for you as well as lead you to where you can only assume is the direction to the hero’s office. You’re greeted by a secretary right outside huge wooden double doors before she speaks into a telephone saying you’ve arrived. A stoic and deep voice tells her to let you in, it’s similar to how your father sounds, which causes a shiver to run up your spine.

You walk in the office, unable to quickly process just how large it is before your gaze lay on a certain two-toned boy. “Shoto?” You call out, making the boy turn around to face you. “Y/n? What are you doing at my father’s agency?” He ask, your jaw almost touch the floor with how big your mouth opened. “Your father own this?” You ask motioning around to the gigantic office.

You make your way towards him, feeling your stomach drop at the same large man that stood beside your father back at the sports festival. He opens his mouth to speak only for you to raise your hands in surrender.

“Nope, nope. I already know where this is going-“

“L/n your father has instructed me to teach you to control your quirk.” He starts only for you to clench your jaw. “I despise that man with all my heart. why the hell are you taking orders from him?”

“That man is the president of the hero association. He’s also a dear friend to me who I owe something to. To pay him back, he says I’ll have to take you under my wing. It’ll be beneficial to you; you’ll be able to fight better and control your power more.”

You huff and cross your arms at the idea, not wanting to argue with someone who made correct points. The help won’t be from your father anyways, it’s Endeavor who’s teaching you. Right?

“Well then, the two of you get ready. I’ll show you what a hero is.”

You quickly put on your hero suit, putting on your mask before meeting with the two guys outside the agency. the sun had already set and the winds are getting colder by the minute.

You and Shoto walk side by side, looking around the city as Endeavor continues to babble about being a hero and such.

Your heads snap towards the direction of the loud explosion near by, not having to think twice before all three of you start running towards the direction. You stop at your tracks at the sight of the same experiment you encountered back in UA, the walking biohazard named Nomu.

You look around you, noticing you’ve lost Endeavor and Shoto. You grit your teeth at the sight of the disgusting thing in front of you. You deploy your claymore as citizens begin screaming and running for their lives.

“Hey, kid! Get out of there! It’s not safe!” An officer yells at you as he helps an old granny back up to her feet. You look to your side, the blue neon lines on your mask glowing in the dark. “You continue helping granny away from here.” You put more power onto your claymore, allowing blue flames to start appearing on the thick blade. “I’ll handle this.”

You jump towards the monster, swinging your blade at it. It holds its hands up, blocking your attack as it moves its leg up to kick you in the stomach. You grunt, using your sword to push yourself off of it and back onto the ground.

It keeps its eyes you, charging the second it sees you staying still. You use your speed quirk, running around and towards its back, slashing your blade successfully at it. You smile, finally being able to drop an attack on it. Your smile a second later at the sight of the wound healing immediately, watching in disgust as the muscles patch themselves together.

It turns around, causing you to get on fighting stance. As it charges at you and as you ready yourself, large flames begin to surround its body, causing it to screech in pain. It falls to the ground moments later, showing you an irritated Shoto.

“Midoriya just texted me, they need help!” He yells, running towards an alley to which you follow immediately right after. Shoto looks down at his phone screen as you follow right behind him, coming to a halt at the loud of things crashing and Izuku yelling.

At the sight of a man in wrapped in shredded bandages with two katanas in hand, along with Tenya, a hero and Izuku unable to move close to him, Shoto uses his fire to force the villain back and away from the guys.

You run over towards them, pointing your claymore at the villain who tilts his head to the side. You hear Shoto scolding Izuku for not explaining the urgency of the situation because he could have gotten here sooner if he didn’t need to decode the green-haired boy’s message since he only sent his location.

Shoto sends his ice at the killer once more who continues to evade the boy’s attacks, standing on store signs instead as he looks down at you all, presumably trying to read the situation.

“Don’t let him ingest your blood! It will paralyze you!” Izuku yells, your head whipping back at the villain’s direction who looks like he’s about to lick on something on his blade. You those your claymore at him, causing him to let go of his katana and fall back.

You use your quirk to quickly run over to him, kicking him back onto the ground even before he can touch it, adding more pressure to his fall.

“Stop it, you guys! I inherited Ingenium’s name, I should be the one to stop the hero killer-“

“Quit yer yapping, Tenya!” You growl, deploying a scythe. “You say that but do you think your brother would have wanted you to do this?! We may not be close at all, hell, I only know your name but if your brother is as great of a hero as you say he is, he would want you to be a hero without such dark intentions in your heart!” You yell, your heart clenching as you feel your stomach twist at how hypocritical you sound right now.

Shoto creates a wall of ice, but Stain slashes through it. You jump towards the villain, swinging your scythe at him as he uses two daggers to repel your weapon. The two of you exchange blows before he suddenly lets go of his daggers, grabbing onto the handle of your scythe as he pulls you towards him, lifting you up by the weapon as he throws you upwards, causing you to lose your balance as you are thrown behind him.

Stain runs over to Shoto, stabbing him with throwing knives before moving over him. Before he can stab the boy from above, Izuku unexpectedly grabs him and tackles him away.

“Midoriya! I’ll support you-“

“Not so fast you two-toned bastard.” You growl, walking past him with the your trusty claymore in your hands. “You’re injured. Izuku and I will be able to fight him. Just stay up and watch over Iida and that hero.” You say, pointing your thumb back to where the two were as you point your blade towards the villain.

Stain runs over to Izuku, catching the boy off guard as you use your speed to run in between them, shielding Izuku from the villain with your sword. “I got your back!” You yell, pushing the villain away from you with your sword as Izuku runs over to his back, about to throw one of his ridiculously strong punches. Right before he can throw a blow at the villain, Stain jumps away, evading the attack as it hits you instead.

You quickly use your sword to block the gust of wind and power punched towards you as Izuku yells an apology. You click your tongue, “Couldn’t you stop being a klutz for just one minute?!” You yells, running over to Stain, swinging your sword towards him. He evades the attack once more, watching as your slice creates a large and deep slash on the cemented ground as well as the buildings behind him.

“What strong power locked inside a small body. I don’t think any of that belongs to you.” The villain smiles to which you frown at. “It was given and forcefully put inside me without my consent. But now it’s part of me, and I’m now naming it mine.” Your voice sounds powerful as you transfer more of your power onto your claymore, blue flames once again appearing on the blade.

“Come on, little villain.” You smile sinisterly, neon blue lines begin appearing all over your body, catching Izuku off guard. I shouldn’t be doing this, I might pass out again. But as my mother always said, there’s no gain without a little pain. You thought to yourself, once again leaving an after image of yourself in front of the villain as you strike him a scorching blow from behind.

“How the hell did you get behind me-“ Your claymore disappears from your grasp as fingerless gloves wrap themselves around your fists. You grab him by the face, slamming him onto the ground as your grip tightens around his head. “You’re supposed to be the infamous hero killer! Don’t tell me you’ll let a sixteen year-old child break you like this!” You yell, stepping onto his arms as you pull his head up only to smash it back down to the ground.

Smash his head open

No, no, make it so that he won’t be able to walk even after he heals up!

He’s killed many people, hasn’t he? So doesn’t he deserve death a thousand times over?

“That’s right! He does deserve death a thousand times over!” You yell, your hand never stopping as you continue bashing his head onto the ground. “Y/n, stop! We have to bring him over to the heroes alive for interrogation!” Iida yells as you feel arms wrap around from under your shoulders, pulling you away from the bloody villain. “Stop, stop! Y/n! Stain’s unconscious now!” Izuku snaps you out of your daze as the blue lines begin to disappear from your face. You look around, feeling your heart about to jump right out of your chest as you look at your palm, feeling a shudder pass down your spine at the sight of blood all over it.

You let the boys tie the villain up with some rope they found in the dumpster. All of you begin to walk towards the Main Street, Iida walking right beside you. “What was that back there?” He asks, his eyes staying up front.

“I have no idea what you mean.�� You shrug your shoulders, not wanting to talk about this anymore. “Okay, let me rephrase my question. /Who/ was that back there?” You stop at your tracks, keeping your eyes on the ground as you clench your fists together. “Her name is Y/n L/n but she’s also none of your business.” You say before you continue walking straight.

When you finally step out of the alley way, the hero that had been injured with Iida offers to carry Izuku on his back, claiming its the least he can do after being saved by you all. A short yellow man comes kicking Izuku on his face, as he gives Izuku an angry lecture.

You hear a group of heroes begin running your way, “Endeavor told us there was request for help here but… children?”

“Those injuries look bad, I’ll call an ambulance right away.”

“Hey, look!” One motions at Stain as another gasps, “Is that… the hero killer?”

As the adults begin contacting for help, Iida walks over to the three of you, bowing. “You guys, got hurt because of me. I’m truly sorry. I was just so angry I couldn’t… see anything else.” Your heart ached for Iida as you watched his tears drop to the ground, staining them wet. You sigh, walking over to him, propping him to stand up straight. You pull him into a hug, allowing him to sob harder on your shoulder.

You whisper calming hushes onto his ear as you stroked his head- something your mother would do to you whenever you felt negative about yourself. “It’s okay, Tenya. From now on, just remember to be good always. Always have kindness in your heart no matter what.”

Hypocrite. You’re the personification of the word hypocrite.

I know. You sigh to yourself, I know.

#bakugou fanfiction #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #mha bakugou #bakugou bios #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia fluff #my hero fanfic #my hero fluff #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero fluff

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tk-writer · 4 years

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The Pat Down [Saiouma]

hi! this was directly inspired by tickly-tuft's fic gentle persuasion, which is still a fave of mine to this day! i thought the setting was perfect and i also have no more original ideas zsjkfhjks so i put a lil spin on it (i hope thats ok tt!!) please enjoy yet another phantom thief au fic, this time from ouma’s perspective!

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Ouma Kokichi never got caught. And if he did, he always found a way out.

Those words repeated in his mind like a mantra as he sat with wrists cuffed to the table and ankles fettered to the legs of the chair. They echoed again and again, but as time continued to pass it was getting more and more difficult to believe his own lies. The agency wasn't playing around this time. It appeared that they had invested in some new toys, some of which were constructed with seemingly impossible locks that even a professional like Ouma couldn't get out of. After tinkering with them for awhile, he got bored and decided to just wait for the detective instead.

The sound of clinking metal clinking rang throughout the empty interrogation room whenever he made the slightest movement. He had been sitting there alone for what felt like hours, so he was starting to get a bit restless. Being a prisoner was boring without a guard there to toy with.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait much longer. The door finally opened, revealing a serious looking Saihara who seemed less than pleased to see his arch rival in his chambers once again.

Ouma flashed him a flirtatious grin and readied his arsenal of comebacks. The best part was about to begin.

"Afternoon, Saihara-chan," he sang in a honey sweet voice. "Or is it evening now? I've been waiting here for soooooooo long. I thought my beloved detective had forgotten about me. Huhuuu..." he conjured up a few tears while giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster.

"It's been twenty minutes," Saihara stated, unfazed by Ouma's theatrics. "I had to finish up some paperwork. You really made a mess of things today."

Ouma shrugged. "Wasn't my fault your officers can't tap dance."

"We had to call in an expert from China to deactivate the lasers, Ouma."

"At least it wasn't boring, right?"

Saihara sighed and rubbed his eyes. He seemed more ragged than usual. Ouma would’ve felt guilty if he wasn’t so damn stubborn about pulling all-nighters to solve his cases.

"Can you please make this easy for me today? I'm tired. I was up all last night doing research."

Ouma recoiled, trying to mime the action of clutching his heart without the use of his hands.

"Is my beloved detective involved with another thief? I'm heartbroken, Shumai! How could you do such a thing?!"

He received a deep sigh in response.

"Alright, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

In an unexpected move, Saihara walked towards the bound thief and stood behind him. Ouma tried turning his head to see where he was going (and what he was doing), but Saihara was standing at a weird angle out of his line of vision.

He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out with a breathy, panicked gasp.

The feeling of two pairs of hands patting both of his sides, moving up and down from underarms to calves, made him jump at each point of contact. Ouma gritted his teeth, choking back high pitched vocalizations in an effort to speak.

"Nnnngh! Huh, huh, hey!! What are you doing?!"

"Making sure you don't have any dirty tricks up your sleeves before I interrogate you."

"Mmmh!! I don't!!"

The hands continued to explore, gently tapping against his chest while Ouma squirmed as much as he could while trapped in place. Fortunately, Saihara seemed ignorant to his suffering for now, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer...

"Come ooooon! They took all my gear already! You don't have to-aaaha!" He muffled the last cry as much as he could, but the little accidental flutters against his thighs and hips were really beginning to get to him. He wanted to scream when Saihara tried pulling off one of his shoes and brushed against the top of his foot. One finger snuck into the side, seeking out gadgets and doohickeys that Ouma usually had on help to aid his escapes. His touch was soft and cautious, and it tickled bad.

"Stop squirming so much, you're making this harder."

"Then stop touching me-eeehe!"

That was it; the breaking point. Saihara froze, taken aback by the sudden uncharacteristic squeal Ouma had just let out. The thief cursed himself internally, scrambling to think of a way to move past the situation.

"Saihara-chan is such a perv... you know, if you wanted to do a cavity search that badly, you could've just asked..."

He thought the innuendo would be enough to throw him off, since it usually was, but the detective had discovered something new and nothing could stop him from investigating further. Ouma couldn't see him, and for the next several seconds he found himself on edge. Inhaling sharply, forgetting to exhale... until he gasped again, quite loudly this time, when Saihara gently poked his sides.

"You're ticklish," he whispered to him. Ouma could hear the smirk in his voice. Blunt denial was all he could think of in defense.

"Hmm? Don't know what you're talking about, Mister Detective, but maybe instead of focusing on me you should be going after my associ-AAAAH!"

The screech was caused by an abrupt pinch on his lower side. He would've crunched himself sideways if his wrists hadn't been shackled in front of him.

"Don't change the subject," Saihara replied, moving his hands a bit faster. Ouma arched his back and wiggled from side to side as ten fingers curled into his ribcage. He broke out into maniacal laughter, unable to restrain his childlike giggles any longer. "How did I not know about this before?"

"Naahahhahaooo! Get AHAHAHAHAFF!!"

"Where's the Monet painting you stole today?"

"Whahaat!?!"

"I know you still have it. It wasn't under the floorboards like last time. What did you do with it?"

"Mmmgnnhhh-GAHAHAHAHAHA! Stahahahhap Shuichi!!!"

It wasn't often that he used his first name, but Ouma's mind was in shambles and that was the first thing he clung to. He was trying to focus on fighting against the tickly sensations, which meant less effort towards making coherent speech. What was making it harder was listening to Saihara quietly chuckling next to his ear, as if he were having the time of his life torturing Ouma.

"Well?" he asked, finally pausing after god knows how long.

"I told you... I don't have it... NONOONOOOOO! Not there not thehehehere!!"

The thief was borderline screaming. Electric jolts slammed into his brain as Saihara tickled the hollows of his arms. It was the most intense sensation yet. He would’ve broken both arms if it meant getting away.

"You always tell me you're a liar, how do i know if you're telling the truth now?"

"I dropped it on my way out!! Pleaeheeheese STOOOP!!"

"Hmm... alright, I guess I believe you."

Ouma felt his hands leave his body at last, but tension kept him rigid long after. He swallowed air, trying to regain his senses after the tickle attack he'd just experienced.

"Jeez... I didn't know you were such a sadist..."

Saihara rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, the realization of what he'd done finally dawning on him.

"I'm sorry... I was a little mean, wasn't I?"

Ouma faked a frown, furrowing his brows in an ersatz display of anger.

"Utterly cruel. I'm scarred for life."

Saihara knelt beside him. His hazel eyes were warm and soft, a look only reserved for Ouma. The thief would never admit it, but that was what made him fall for the detective in the first place.

"How can I make it up to you?"

"Give me your undying, eternal devotion. And also ten million dollars."

"How about I do this and call it even?"

Before Ouma could respond, he felt Saihara lift his chin gently with two fingers, forcing him to meet his gaze. He watched him lean closer, eyelids fluttering shut, and followed suit. He felt softness against his lips and melted. There wasn't much else on his mind besides the feeling of Saihara so near and the sweetness of the kiss they shared.

All too quickly it was over. The detective pulled away and gave him a small smile before making his way towards the door. Ouma could still feel heat radiating from his face. For once, he was speechless.

"See you at the next heist," were his parting words. "Make sure to use the air vents this time, please."

He closed the door behind him and was gone. Ouma sat there for a second, still processing what just happened, before slowly slipping both wrists from loosened cuffs. His ankles followed suit, but when he stood, his stance wobbled and he had to brace himself against the wall. His fingers grazed his lips, still in disbelief.

“Maybe I should get caught more often...”

#tickling #tickle fic #saiouma #oumasai #phantom thief au #hi! i wrote this at 4 am! i hope it's coherent!#lee!kokichi #lee!ouma #ler!shuichi #ler!saihara

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hello!! i just spent the past month or so reading all the icos books, scrolling through your account, and reading the notes you posted about the sequel on patreon. i’m absolutely amazed by this series and these characters, i don’t have words for how good of a time i had delving into this story. i started off loving hsin immediately and although it took me some time to warm up to boyd, he ended up being one of my absolute favorite characters that i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. i really think boyd and hsin and their story, along with the stories of all the other amazing characters associated with them, will stick with me for a long time. anyway sorry for the long message, but i just wanted to express my gratitude for these books—they helped me out a lot mentally after everything post-2020 haha. i did have a sort of question though!! how did boyd deal with the loss of one of his eyes? did he train with hsin to help adapt? how did he deal with the insecurities and frustrations that came with that loss?

Just in case - **ICOS SPOILERS / FADE SPOILERS** :)

Hi! Aww that's awesome! I'm so happy you enjoyed the series :) And that you were able to find all the content on it right away too. It's also really cool how things shifted for you over the course of the series - because that means it did its job with showing character progression :) I mean, not that it matters if people end up liking all the characters or not - but if you start feeling one way and end another, that's awesome because it means there was character development that resonated with you in anyone and that's one of my favorite things when I'M reading a book, so it's one of my favorite things for if anyone ever reads anything I'm involved in writing. So that made me really happy to hear, thank you <3

I'm gonna put my answer behind a cut just in case for spoilers :) Hopefully this thing doesn't disallow you from clicking the Read More link which once in awhile tumblr does.

Spoilers behind cut :D

Regarding his eye, it was obviously in many ways pretty life-changing for him. Even though Boyd and Hsin by that point were much better about communicating, and Boyd would want to lean on Hsin whenever needed, although I haven't written out anything from those time periods (so it may change when/if I actually do, as sometimes the characters do things I'm not expecting) -- I have a feeling Boyd tried to kind of hide as much of the downside as he could from Hsin. Not because he didn't trust Hsin - he did, unequivocally - but rather because Hsin had seemed so regretful and seemed to have guilt/worry when Boyd first woke up and learned he lost his eye. He didn't want Hsin blaming himself for it, and if Hsin saw it upsetting him too much he would have probably worried about how Hsin felt.

It did take him time to figure out some things - his depth perception was fucked, and he couldn't fight quite the way he initially had learned because of that, along with other things. He would have let Hsin see him relearning things when necessary because that's inevitable, but he would have tried to play off anything much deeper if possible. He would have wanted to see if he could handle things on his own first (in typical Boyd style) just so he could spare Hsin extra stress. He felt like Hsin had already lost so much; it didn't feel fair to pile anything further on him.

So Hsin would have helped with some stuff when needed, and obviously I'm sure they talked about things as needed too. It's not like the topic was taboo or Boyd was super sensitive to it. As much as it sucked, it was also just a thing he had to accept. So in some ways, he kind of just rolled with it the way he'd had to learn to roll with so much else in his life.

Where it really was most frustrating and upsetting for him was the way it affected his ability to work. Even though he felt and was fully capable of many things, certain jobs just would not hire someone with one eye, period. Their rules didn't allow it, or they just chose not to, or so on. Because they had to stay on the downlow, he already had limited options in the first place, and that made it worse. Then on top of that, having an eyepatch made him more memorable. Once he eventually got his glass eye, it helped a bit with that, but he'd always had an unusual eye color so without contacts and different hair color and all that, if someone were looking for him they could still potentially track him down. Hsin was also incredibly memorable so it was a worry for him as well. Especially when you put those two together.

I don't think we ever talked about it but in my personal opinion, I would guess that they probably talked about their plans for the different cities/countries they were in, whether one or both of them would stand out more, what sorts of income they could get, what sorts of things they could do, what sort of places they could live incognito, and so on.

I have always had in my mind that there was a period of time especially early on when Boyd was still healing and getting used to things, where he (as usual) tried to push himself a little too far a little too fast but Hsin stopped him because he knew how Boyd is and he knew if he was firm, Boyd would actually listen.

So for a time, Hsin was the main person going out to do things, get money, etc. There were hours Boyd would be alone wherever they were staying, and during that time all those doubts and frustrations and anger and insecurity and fear would come in. For awhile, I think he probably even drank when he was alone. Never to an addictive level or anything; just the actions of a man who felt depressed.

I'm sure some of his demons leapt on that--telling him shit like he wasn't ever going to have more worth than he did when he was used by Cyclone, or the Agency - shit like, maybe you're never going to be anything more than a valentine/whore for money in the future anyway. If people won't see you as anything other than the parts of you, and now the parts of you that are missing more than the parts that are there, maybe it's useless to think there's anything more of value in your life. That sort of negative thought process that you know isn't true but still buries its tendrils deep inside and twists.

The thing is, Boyd never really had much to call his own his whole life that people didn't attribute to others around him - one of the only things he had was his art. And losing an eye didn't make it impossible to do art, but in that beginning stage, it just felt extra awful to have lost something so integral to the one thing he had that was his alone, that hadn't been used and abused and destroyed by other powers in his life - it felt like maybe that just went to show he didn't have value other than what others assigned to him. Which is how the valentine stuff probably came to mind - through a bit of depression and also practicality, because he knew he could make money doing that if they needed it, even though it was the absolute last thing in his life he would ever want to do. But then the guilt would come in about not being able to do enough on his own, not pulling his weight, etc etc, and then the fear associated with all of these topics, and that's how the depression would have slid in and spiraled him down.

I always imagined that Hsin recognized how depressed Boyd was, even though Boyd tried to hide it, and eventually they would have had some sort of conversation about it all.

In my mind, somehow through that and any following conversations or actions or etc, Hsin was able to remind Boyd of all the things he could do still, rather than focusing on the things he couldn't. He would have reminded him that it was bullshit to think he had no value, and as for getting denied different jobs, it didn't matter - they were in this together, they'd figure it out together. He would have been able to remind Boyd to stop taking all the shit on himself and share the burden. And that Hsin didn't give a shit about any of that stuff - Hsin saw Boyd for who he was, and he loved him for that, and nothing would ever change that. Boyd would have probably told Hsin at that point he was afraid of Hsin blaming himself when it never had been his blame to begin with, and he never wanted to hurt Hsin, and etc. I imagine he told him that, but am not sure.

Either way, it would have reignited Boyd's stubborn streak and determination, and he would have been reminded of how much they could do together as a team. And how much they loved each other. And fuck the world, who cared what other people thought? He could do whatever the hell he wanted. He'd figure it out. He always had.

From then, he would have started working on things again - figuring out ways to fight that relied more on touch so his blind spot and depth perception were less of an issue (Hsin would have helped a lot with this), and he would have started painting and drawing again. It went from his offtime from Hsin being something dark and depressing to something largely productive. Obviously everyone still has bad days, but at least he was generally on the up. And they did eventually figure out jobs he could work too, or things he could do, so he wasn't just spending all his time alone when Hsin wasn't around. And so Hsin didn't have to have any pressure on him to do things alone.

I don't remember if I ever answered this question before and if I did, it's possible my answer was a little different. I often think about parts we didn't write down and I feel like I have an idea of how it would go, but until I actually write something down I never know for sure. We never planned for Afterimage, for example - but when we went to write past Evenfall, it became clear that was a thing that was going to happen, and so it did, and then things from that affected other things into Interludes, Fade, 1/27, etc.

So it's possible if ever any of these time periods are written down that maybe my view of what I think would happen ends up being completely incorrect or off. But right now, generally speaking, I imagine it went something like this.

Sorry for the long rambly reply!

#ask ais #icosbooks #icos spoilers #fade spoilers #in the company of shadows #icos

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fuckyeahharryhart · 4 years

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THE ART OF SEDUCTION PART 2 - UPDATE

KINGSMAN III: REDACTED (MAIN FIC)

Wanted to add this on to Part 2, but tumblr said that it was just too much..Had to add as another post..

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Harry felt as if he had been broken open. Not only was he vulnerable physically, mentally and emotionally with all of his being, another part of him had been laid bare. The surface of who he was felt burned away, revealing a new unguarded self without the shields that he had held up against anyone who sought more than he had to give.

At times, in the past, he had thought himself incapable of finding love. His hand had been dealt. One year would pass by, followed by the next and no one would come to stir his heart. Years became decades. And then the decades had almost become a lifetime. Surely, it would have happened, with all the people that he’d met throughout the years. He had experienced affection, fondness, admiration and respect, and yes, lust and desire for the handful of women who had at one point, entered his life.

But he never felt the visceral sensation of wanting more of a person, not just physically, but more of everything. To experience more of them and experience more with them. The idea of revealing who he was to someone was foreign to him. It was the first time he felt compelled to share not only his life, his space, his time, but share more of who he was. The first time he wanted someone to know more about him.

He had spent his life guarding his privacy. Erecting boundaries so he could maintain a proper distance with the world around him and its inhabitance. He could count days worth of time skirting topics that threatened to glimpse inside the stronghold that held his most personal thoughts, feelings, experiences, emotions. He had blocked off countless attempts that tried to push deeper into his life beyond what he offered. The part of his life that was accessible to others, were the parts of his life that were visible, tangible, concrete things. He could share an evening, a dinner, a drink. Sometimes he could even share his bed. But once someone began to pry under the surface, wanting him to share his feelings, his history, his desires, his fears, he knew it was time to move on.

Part of his disinclination for closeness was his life both as a soldier and a spy. He not only possessed the ability to turn off his emotions at will, but there was also the ability to armour himself against the emotions that others wanted him to recognise in themselves.

Of course he would recognise the emotion, anger, sadness, confusion felt by others, but these feelings failed to rouse in him a comparable response. Some women had wanted to matter more to him. How many times had he been forced into a situation where the only answer he could provide was, “Not as much as you would like me to.” Harry Hart was never one to fake an emotion he did not feel.

All of his relationships and friendships followed a pattern. They always ended. Merlin had been his closest and oldest colleague. His was the most recent loss. The remaining connection that he has was through Eggsy. Eggsy was the last remaining link to his past.

Part of his distance was in self preservation, but there was another aspect to his mindset.

He was in his late fifties, already past the age that most agents never get to reach. Not because they were no longer working. Not because they had retired. But because they had been killed in action. He could not begin to count the number of close calls that he experienced in the past. He had come out of circumstances that others wouldn’t have a prayer escaping. And when he thought the end had finally come for him, one afternoon in Kentucky, telling him his time was up, that all of his cards had been played, he pulled one last ace from his sleeve. Harry Hart had cheated death, too.

One could only skirt death so many times. Being a soldier and being a spy made one very familiar with death and mortality. They were ever present. Harry accepted his mortality long ago and he knew that his end would inevitably come. That it could every time he went on a mission. He was comfortable with his death.

What disturbed him was someone, who was not prepared to lose him, finding him gone suddenly, one day, without warning and unable to cope with the loss, never being able to know where, how or why. With closure never in reach. He did not want to leave behind someone who would grieve his passing. He could not bear the thought of leaving behind a beloved alone. He did not want a beloved to feel the pain of his loss.

Of course his colleagues would mourn, just as Eggsy and Merlin had mourned him when they thought him dead. And now, as he and Eggsy mourned Merlin at his passing. But agents knew what the life of a spy entailed. They were aware and prepared for the sacrifice.

And now here he was. Without ties as he had wanted. He might not be as spry as he was in his twenties, but was still one of the best agents to have ever donned the iconic Kingsman suit. The rigours of the life hadn’t worn him down. Plus, he had decades of experience and knowledge, which at times was even more valuable than physical prowess. However, inevitably, there would come the day when he was not fast enough, his mind not quick enough, his reflexes not immediate enough. When being Harry Hart would not be enough.

Kingsman would go on without him. Even though he had no heirs, Kingsman would carry on his legacy. If he left someone else behind, outside of their circle, they would have no support to help with the loss. No memorial. Not even a grave to visit if they ever felt alone and needed something physical to represent that he was once a part of their life.

It was a suffering that he did not wish to impose on anyone, let alone someone he loved.

Where did that leave Gwendolyn and himself? The law of averages said that his time would come sooner rather than later and also sooner than hers. She admitted the day she joined them that, like Harry, she was leaving nothing of value behind. If they were to get involved, how would she feel then? Could she face another loss? She was a strong and capable person, one of the strongest that he had ever met. But that was an enormous burden to ask one person to carry. Since she had not officially dedicated herself to Kingsman, the support of the agency was not guaranteed. She was able to operate without a full commitment because he was Arthur and he gave her allowances that in turn gave her the room and space to work in such a way she felt comfortable. It was ironic that commitment made her insecure about her future.

Perhaps her refusal to plan was the same as his refusal to allow anyone to become close to him. A way for them each to hold pain and suffering at bay, whether it be their own or for the ones who could one day love them.

He had dug down far enough into the rabbit hole of “what ifs”. He pulled himself away from his thoughts and dedicated the full of his attention to simply be with her. The scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin underneath him, the feel of her body against his. She was spent. The intensity of the experience had left her in a state just below consciousness. A rest that was not quite sleep.

Carefully, so as not to disturb her, he slowly drew himself from inside of her. All the while he was still firmly against her, pressing soft kisses to the side of her face and hair. A sigh escaped her lips, but her eyes did not open. He wanted her to know that while he was leaving her in one way, he was still fully present, and that he was with her in another.

As gently as he could manage, he gathered her up. Tucking an arm behind her knees wrapping his other around her back and under her own arm, he lifted her off of his desk and held her to his chest. Her head rested gently in the curve of his shoulder.

With quiet steps, he carried her over to his settee. Her presence, her strength, her skill, made him forget how slight she really was. She felt delicate in his arms. Not a word he would associate with her. Unless he was thinking about the shape of her mouth. One of his first thoughts about her, upon seeing her for the first time, was that her mouth was delicate. She had automatically wrapped her arms around his neck which allowed him to spread a knitted ivory throw over the sofa so she wouldn’t be resting on cold leather. Holding her tenderly, he lowered her onto the blanket. Rolling onto her side, she pulled her knees into her chest and drew her elbows to her knees. One by one, he unfolded a leg so he could remove one of her heels and roll down a stocking, and then the next. When he was done, she curled up again.

A secure little ball. Her hands made little fists underneath her chin. She looked heartbreakingly beautiful to Harry. Perhaps the most beautiful he had ever seen her. Completely natural, and without any shields. No caution, or a look that said she was trying to be strong. Her face was relaxed, without any need to hide an expression she did not want him to read. Her lips were soft. She felt real to him in a way that no other person had before.

He unfolded a second throw, a warm white, which was larger, softer, with a texture like fur and draped it over her entire body from her toe tips that were drawn close to her body, to under her chin so only the glow of her face and the darkness of her hair were visible. He reached for a pillow for underneath her head. A large one also, with down batting that she could sink into.

Harry knelt down next to her head and simply stroked the side of her face. Making sure that she could feel his presence. She had taken, what was for herself, a great risk, and let herself be vulnerable. She trusted him to guide and protect her and he took his responsibility very seriously. So as long as she was with him and in his space, he would keep her safe. It was an unfamiliar sensation. There were never a great many occasions where he simply desired to just touch a woman in a delicate way, only because he wanted to feel the fragility of her skin, the softness of her hair. It was tender in a way that was both soothing to her, but also for him.

In case she could still hear him, he whispered in a deep, low voice, to make sure she wasn’t alarmed that he might be leaving her alone.

“I will be right back. I’m not going anywhere.”

He stood up, adjusted himself and walked over to his closet, picking up his shirt and her blouse and skirt and any other articles of clothing were tossed aside on his way there. He removed the rest of his clothing, draping his slacks over the hamper. He pulled on a pair of relaxed drawstring silk trousers meant for lounging and reached for the dark, wine coloured dressing gown along with his slippers. He always had a spare set of essentials kept in his office. Not that he expected to use them for an occasion like this, but one is always best prepared.

He shrugged the robe around him and tied the belt loosely about his waist. He quietly stepped over to the bar and poured a glass of water before returning to Gwendolyn. He set the glass down gently on the end table, on top of a marble coaster. He eased himself onto the sofa, in the space between the top of her head and the arm rest. Feeling him taking a seat with her, she woke up enough to snuggle further up the couch so she could lay her head on his legs. He offered her the glass of water and he held her head as she took a few small sips. After she was finished, she turned to her other side and nestled into Harry’s lap. He helped her rearrange her pillow and adjusted her blanket so she was comfortable, covered and warm.

Reaching for a smaller pillow to support his head and neck, he settled in as well. He would rest here with her for the rest of the evening, into the night. Gazing down at her sleeping face, he felt a sudden surge of protectiveness that demanded she never be hurt. He knew it was impossible, but he felt it nonetheless. Kingsman followed the credo that life is only risked to save another. But if faced with a situation where Gwendolyn was in danger, he felt the primal instinct that would drive him to kill or destroy anyone or anything that would cause her harm.

He knew that he would not sleep, but would remain in a state that was rest. Morning would bring whatever it chose to bring. During the time from this moment until the sunrise, he would be with her soley, feel the rise and fall of her chest, the sound of her breath, the weight of her resting on his lap, her stillness when he placed a palm over her hip, or shoulder or hair. Harry would be with her.

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Addictive Drug

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05) Newly Found Info

You felt a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to see no other than the man that raised you. The same man who would later abandon you. This time seeing him however, he had no face. Only a smirk that stayed on his stupid face.

If you tried to touch him ever so slightly, your hand would just go through him like he was nothing but air. If you tried talking, you would feel like your suffocating. You couldn’t even move.

“I'm leaving now.” Hayashi said putting his hand off of your shoulder and leaving you alone without another word.

You tried screaming for him but you felt your neck tighten up. You were suffocating. How did this happen? What got you here? Is this even real?

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You woke up with your heart rate over the roof and a bead of sweat trickling down your forehead. When you calmed down, you looked around to see where you were.

It was an apartment room. Near you was a clock that read 2:40. You could barely remember anything. That changed when you felt the soreness everywhere on your body. Your cheek and back felt the worse. Your legs came after.

“Fucking dreams. Fucking Hayashi...” You said slowly getting up from the couch you were laying on. “Where the fuck am I?”

As soon as you got up, your whole body collapse onto the ground. Maybe it was out of tiredness. Who actually knows. You ignored your soreness though and fully got up with the help of the walls around you.

You looked around the apartment to find a single room with the door slightly open. Curiosity got to you and you were soon going to that room. Upon further expectation, you saw someone laying down on a bed sleeping so peacefully.

When you looked closer, you saw the familiar stoic guy. His hair was messy but not to messy. His chest rose up and down with the little breaths he took. He looked so peaceful. At first you were admiring him, so this is where you were. At his apartment. When returning back to the couch Ushijima probably set you on, you felt a surge of revenge course through your body.

It was like electricity. It was like the soreness in your body was fully gone for that moment. You looked at the time and scoffed, first you grabbed your bag which was near you, you made sure it had everything in it such as your keys and stash of lollipops. You then walked out of the whole apartment room and looked around.

“hm. It seems like this whole agency has built in apartment rooms” You mumbled to yourself.

While looking around, you heard some footsteps walking towards your way. You also heard voices. You looked around to find where to hide, when you found a place, you jumped over and hid until the people passed by.

“So it seems like Ushijima and Tendo got that car dealer huh?” One of the guys said.

The other one chuckled. “Yeah, he’s in a cell at that prison center not to far from here. He’s under the bosses supervision”

There was your answer to finding Yosho. After the two men passed by, you made your move. You ran towards the elevator and went to where your bike should be. When you got there, you fished out your keys and ran to your bike which was oddly parked in a new space.

“Yosho... im coming for you” You mumbled driving away and to the prison center”

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When you got to the prison center, you parked your bike and looked at it. Obviously visiting hours were long done so you looked very suspicious. When walking towards the prision, a guard happened to see you and try to take you down.

“What’s your business here?” The guard asked while pinning you to the ground. His heavy weight almost crushed you.

“Im apart of the Japan’s Defense Force... where is my boss?” You asked trying to breathe.

“Let me see your id” The guard said getting off of you and waiting.

“no need.” A voice from the distance said.

The guard turned around with their eyes wide when they saw who it was. They quickly stood up and backed away from you. You slowly got up yourself and dusted yourself off. At first you thought it was the boss but then you saw who it was.

“Everdeen Aiko...” You said backing away. “You’re in charge of this place?”

“Sure thing. I’ve heard from your boss that he hired you.” She said putting out her hand for you to shake. You quickly took it then waited for what was going to happen next.

“Where is Yosho Ayashi. I need to have a chat with him.” You said cracking your knuckles.

Everdeen slightly laughed and started walking away. “Right this way, your boss should be there, he’s actually keeping an eye on him.”

You just nodded and followed after her. The guard that tackled you before just awkwardly stood there and watched kind of confused.

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You looked at the cell. There was a metal door with tiny metal bars to act like a window you assumed.

“I guess your boss left early?” Everdeen said. “I’m also guessing that you want your private time with him. Two of the guards will be outside the door just in case anything happens.”

“Ok, thank you ma’am” You said while watching her unlock the cell. You walked in and looked at a passed out Yosho chained to the ground. The door behind you shut and you were now alone with him.

“I know you’re fucking awake. How bout you show it” You said kicking his face.

Yosho quickly opened his eyes and stared right at you. His netural face turned into a cocky one. “Well if it isn’t my 2nd favorite sadist, what you just did to me right now reminded me of Hayashi”

You scoffed and grabbed a nearby chair. You set it in front of him, just away enough for him not to touch you. You then sat down.

“You’re trapped with nothing but your past regrets” You said rubbing your cheek. There was a bruise that was slowly forming. It made Yosho feel superior. “Now tell me Yosho... what do you know about Hayashi.”

In The Morning

“I know you snuck off y/n” Ushijima said to you.

You looked more tired than usual. You had eyebags under your eyes and your hair was slightly unkept.

“Nah you’re bluffing” You yawned while trying to walk to the bosses office. “Why did you even put me in your apartment room... are you like some kind of perv or something?”

Ushijima’s eyes widened in disgust. He denied that claim and ignored your laughing. “where did you even go?”

You stayed quiet for a bit. You then sighed and opened the door to the bosses office. “I went to go meet with Yosho...”

“Why would you do that?” Ushijima said grabbing your wrist to make you stop what you were doing.

“why do you care? It isn’t your business” You said trying to jerk your hand away. Ushijima’s grip tightened making you almost yelp in pain. After he saw your face, he quickly let go and watched as you quickly went into the bosses room.

After everyone was in the office, the door shut closed and it was now time for the meeting to start. The boss turned around to face you and the boys in his chair. Right next to him was no other than Everdeen.

“Welcome to this short but important meeting” Everdeen said. “It’s come to my attention that we may have some info about the big man and what his current goal is”

Everdeen then looked at you.

“Thanks to the help of Y/n...”

Ushijima and Tendo looked at you. Tendo had a confused look while Ushijima looked more annoyed and mad for some reason.

“...We figured out from Yosho that there are many trucks going around Japan in secret to deliver these awful drugs”

The boss then continued. “You three will be on another mission to locate one of the trucks and track it down to it’s source.”

You yawned and rubbed your eyes. “and what if we fail? Isn’t that a possibility?”

The boss looked at you. His eyes were like an eagle’s eyes. How they could pierce through a soul without saying sorry. “If you guys fail, everyone will be replaced”

Tendo and Ushijima tensed up while you just yawned again and nodded. Everdeen chuckled at your actions then stood up.

“This can take up to a day or a week. You guys decided” She said. “You guys are now dismissed. Start the mission as soon as possible please, don’t procrastinate”

Just like that, you and the boys were out of the bosses room and heading to nowhere. Just when you were about to walk away, Ushijima stopped you. You groaned in annoyance as you already knew what he was going to ask.

“Why did you go to see Yosho?” He asked, his tone demanded an answer. “You know I can’t let you out of my sight.”

“You’re like a possesive boyfriend, get off my case” You said while rolling your eyes. “I just wanted to get the info out of his damn mouth... the boss said he used to associate with the big man right?’‘

Ushijima nodded.

“Yeah that’s why. I wanted more info about this huge druggie” You said with a mocking tone.

The Night Before (flashback)

“I won’t tell you shit.” Yosho said moving slightly in pain.

You had just kicked him again. It made you feel better but a part of you still felt empty. “Fucking tell me or else I’ll slit your throat” you said.

“You really are like Hayashi...” Yosho laughed while leaning against the wall of his cell. “I was right.”

“Wrong. I’m doing it for justice, he’s doing it for whatever the fuck he wants!” You said over exaggerating your hand movements.

Yosho coughed. “So what? Are you like the good guy now?” He then clinked his chains. “Don’t act like you don’t remember your past. You were just as bad-“

“He framed me... and you know it” you said walking up to him. “Him and Tadashi.”

Yosho stayed quiet. He then looked to his side and layed down. “So I guess we are kind of alike”

“I’m never going to be like you.” You spat.

“Stop denying it and listen” Yosho cut in. His voice loud and clear. “You and me... were both abandoned by the person we cared about the most...”

“Shut up” you said trying to kick him again but this time, he caught your food and pushed you back. This made you fall on the cold hard ground. The pain from your sore limbs came back.

Suddenly, you heard the door open behind you followed by a gun being cocked. You looked to see your boss. He avoided his eye contact with you and kept it on Yosho.

“Y/n... I’ll tell you everything I know... in return, you and I make a promise” he said sitting up and looking at you.

You looked back at Yosho and looked at how serious he looked.

Flashback End

“He gave me the info about the trucks and how they roam.” You said to Ushijima.

After a long moment of silence, you sighed.

“Now I’m going back to the boss to ask for my own apartment room.” You said while walking passed him. “See you later.”

As you walked back into the bosses office, Tendō tapped Ushijima’s shoulder making him tense up a bit.

“Are you always going to keep an eye on her 24/7?” Tendō asked while smirking.

Ushijima looked away from his friend and at the bosses door. The door you opened to go through.

“Yes.”

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What Is the Liturgy of the Hours?

I began praying the Liturgy of the Hours forty-seven years ago. This prayer became a staple of my life of prayer. Some forty years after I began to pray it, however, I returned to a text from the Second Vatican Council to refresh my understanding. The first sentence I read brought me up short. I knew immediately as I read it that I had never fully understood the heart of this prayer, its deep meaning and richness.

I want to share the Council’s words in that sentence and the three that follow.

This text, found in the Constitution on the Sacred Liturgy, paragraph 83, has directed everything since in the Church’s understanding of the Liturgy of the Hours. We will explore it, and then complete it with the corresponding text in the Catechism of the Catholic Church.

In the Eyes of the Church, What is the Liturgy of the Hours?

The Council states:

Christ Jesus, high priest of the new and eternal covenant, taking human nature, introduced into this earthly exile that hymn which is sung throughout all ages in the halls of heaven. He joins the entire community of mankind to Himself, associating it with His own singing of this canticle of divine praise. For Christ continues His priestly work through the agency of His Church, which is ceaselessly engaged in praising the Lord and interceding for the salvation of the whole world. The Church does this, not only by celebrating the Eucharist but also in other ways, especially by praying the Divine Office.

Let us examine this text more closely.

Christ Jesus, high priest of the new and eternal covenant: In the Old Testament, the Israelites had priests and one was the high priest. Christ is the High Priest of the new and eternal covenant that He came to inaugurate especially through His Passion, Death, and Resurrection.

. . . taking human nature, introduced into this earthly exile that hymn which is sung throughout all ages in the halls of heaven: These were the words that caused me to stop and reflect. There is, then, a hymn that is sung eternally in the halls of heaven.

What hymn is this? Who sings it? In what does it consist? And in the Incarnation, when Christ took our human nature, this hymn was introduced into this world, this earthly exile.

Singing Praises

The Council explains further:

He joins the entire community of mankind to Himself, associating it with His own singing of this canticle of divine praise: So, there is an ongoing hymn of praise from all eternity within the communion of the Trinity, and we are joined to it: a remarkable truth!

In the Trinity, we have the three divine Persons gathered together, living together in the communion of the Trinity, each delighting in the infinite love, goodness, power, and wisdom of the other Persons. Thus arises the eternal hymn of praise sung within the communion of the Trinity.

Let us not move too quickly past this wonderful reality. Stop and think about this joyful truth that lies at the heart of all that is: at the heart of our world, our lives, and of the Liturgy of the Hours. From all ages, eternally, even now, within the communion of the Trinity a glad song of praise, of delight, of love, of joy, is “sung” — that is, it is poured out from the heart of each divine Person in glad sharing with the Others.

I love to think of this. When I do, the Liturgy of the Hours grows in my estimation and becomes newly desirable. I understand, in some measure at least, the heart of its richness.

The Song of Praise Brought to Us

When Jesus became man, when the Word became flesh, that eternal hymn of praise was introduced into our world. For the first time, that heavenly song was sung from a human heart and on human lips. This is a second truth to absorb, again without hurry.

With the Incarnation, the hymn of praise, of delight, of joy, of love, of communion, sung eternally in heaven, is now sung in this world, expressed by a human heart and on human lips. There is something amazing about this, something inexpressibly moving and beautiful. And again, we touch here the heart of the Liturgy of the Hours.

The Liturgy of the Hours is our association with Christ in singing that eternal hymn of praise. I invite you not to hurry, but rather to linger, to ponder this third truth, again an amazing reality: We are invited to join with Christ in singing the eternal hymn of joy and delight within the communion of the Trinity.

This is what occurs when we pray the Liturgy of the Hours. Certainly, distractions and tiredness may be part of the prayer. But we are not left to our limited capacities, because “the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with sighs too deep for words” (Rom. 8:26). The Spirit takes our sincere but perhaps distracted and tired prayer, comes to the aid of our weakness, raises our prayer, and unites it with Christ, Who is our Mediator with the Father. And Christ associates our prayer of the Liturgy of the Hours with His, enriching it beyond all measure in efficacy, beauty, and power, and so presents it to His Father. This is what happens when we pray the Liturgy of the Hours. Christ, the Council says, “joins the entire community of mankind to Himself, associating it with His own singing of this canticle of divine praise.”

I believe that when we grasp the truths contained in these two sentences, our hearts already begin to say, “I want this! I want to pray this way.”

Praise & Salvation

The Council continues:

For Christ continues His priestly work through the agency of His Church: The Liturgy of the Hours is, therefore, a prayer of the Church, rooted in the Church, given to us by the Church; most deeply, it is a prayer in which, through the agency of the Church, Christ continues His priestly work.

“. . . which is ceaselessly engaged in praising the Lord and interceding for the salvation of the whole world.” Without pause, through the ages and today, the Church is engaged in two things: praising the Lord and interceding for the salvation of the whole world. These are the two fundamental elements of the Liturgy of the Hours. It is first and above all a prayer of praise; then, immediately after that, a prayer of intercession for the salvation of the whole world, for the needs of all the members of the Church and of all the people in the world.

If we look at our prayer, these two elements are always at the heart of it. When we pray, we may easily find ourselves saying, “Lord, thank You. I bless You for the gift of this day. Help me to live it well. Help me to do Your will today.” The two elements are there: thanksgiving, praise, and then asking for help, intercession for our needs and those of others. The Church is ceaselessly engaged in this, the Church who is the Bride of Christ.

The Mass & the Divine Office

“The Church does this, not only by celebrating the Eucharist”: The Eucharist is the primary way the Church does this, that is, raises a prayer of praise and intercession. The Eucharist is the heart of liturgical prayer.

“. . . but also in other ways, especially by praying the Divine Office.” We note here the adverb “especially” with reference to the Divine Office, that is, the Liturgy of the Hours. After the Mass, the Church has other ways of praising God and interceding for the salvation of the world, but among them one stands out in a special way: the Liturgy of the Hours. Evidently, the Church understands the Liturgy of the Hours to hold a special place in Her prayer.

A sentence from the Catechism of the Catholic Church will help us understand more fully the relationship between the Mass and the Liturgy of the Hours:

The mystery of Christ, his Incarnation and Passover, which we celebrate in the Eucharist especially at the Sunday assembly, permeates and transfigures the time of each day, through the celebration of the Liturgy of the Hours. (1174)

The mystery of Christ, his Incarnation and Passover: His “Passover,” that is, Christ’s Death and Resurrection.

. . . which we celebrate in the Eucharist especially at the Sunday assembly, permeates and transfigures the time of each day, through the celebration of the Liturgy of the Hours: Here the link between the Mass and the Liturgy of the Hours appears. The mystery of Christ that we celebrate at Mass every day, especially on Sunday, “permeates and transfigures the time of each day,” that is, extends to the hours of each day and changes them, filling them with Christ and the power of His Birth, Death, and Resurrection, through the praying of the Liturgy of the Hours. What we celebrate at one moment of the day at Mass now moves out and fills the rest of the day through the liturgical prayer of the Liturgy of the Hours.

How could we not want this in our lives?

BY: FR. TIMOTHY M. GALLAGHER, O.M.V.

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So uh, I've been thinking about a hypothetical Trucy Wright: Act Attorney and here is the very poorly written outline for it because yeah. No spoilers except the Apollo Trucy thing. Tw death, murder, blood and grieving so yeah.

Trucy's first case is literally her first ever case. This is a flashback case. We follow her as she wakes up, slightly stressed about today, Phoenix gives her cereal and a pep talk and a cryptic message. Trucy asks where Papa is, it is Miles, they are married. Phoenix is cryptic about that too. He stays behind as he "has to buy groceries" so Trucy heads into the office. Apollo greets her, it's clear they know they're siblings, and he hands her a case. Miles is prosecuting. She is fucking terrified. She goes to the crime scene, Gumshoe is the detective and he's educating his teenage sons, constant confusion of who's who, because they are twins and they look very like Gumshoe, it'll be kinda funny. Its a simple investigation. During the investigation, the player can check Trucy's profile and the profile system shows character's middle names now. We get some gems such as Klavier Hyacintha Gavin later on, the reasoning behind this is coz Trucy is nosy. The important one here is Trucy Mia Wright. She says something about how she chose her own middle name when Phoenix adopted her and she chose Mia after learning about her. Yada yada. Trucy wins the case. Edgeworth is very proud, Phoenix is in the gallery and there's a flash of him crying proud tears, Apollo hugs her afterwards, Athena congrats her.

Next case, flash forward three years later, we do not see Phoenix and nobody really mentions him. Thats because he's fucking dead but we don't know that yet. This case is a Fey case, we meet Maya who is married to Franziska and they're technically on honeymoon in Kurain and Pearl becomes the Maya to Trucy's Phoenix. Its another fey murder case. There are a few mentions of Trucy's admiration of Mia, mainly just a mirror of a few lines she's said and a conversation where her and Maya talk about her, Trucy says she would have loved to meet her and Maya explains how her spirit has been dormant for ages now and how she assumes she's moved on.

"If you want I can try and channel-"

"No no no no NO. Its ok!"

This is our first hint that Phoenix is no longer with us, but we don't know until later thats what she means. Sebastian is the prosecutor, the player finds out that Miles is taking a break from prosecuting work, Trucy already knew of course, and Sebastian is dubbed Chief until he comes back, Fran says

"It would've been me were I not on my literal honeymoon right now." We are not told why yet, but it is because of Phoenix. Kay Faraday is the detective, somebody murders someone and frames Maya, no-one is shocked by this. We also get an update on Iris, she's thriving. She wins yada yada.

Next case, a couple of months later, Trucy gets a call from a friend that the player can't identify at first. Its Katrielle Layton. She needs Trucy's legal knowledge because someone is sueing her detective agency because have you seen how they practice. This, of course, turns to murder and we get another surprise when we meet the prosecutor. Who probably has a licence to practise law in England? Simon Blackquill, he is British ok. Yeah, Trucy wins with Kat's help, we meet Ernest and Sherl and Alfendi and Flora if we have time. I miss them. Trucy and Kat have a conversation that cryptically addresses their fathers and their "whereabouts" and living up to their legacy. We see Trucy cry, but only a similar flash to AJ:AA and we do not know why. Yet.

Next case, flashback case. Trucy is the assistant on this case but we still play as her, even in the court sections since Phoenix is prepping her for the bar and getting her to give him the answers. The bar exam is only in three days. Klavier is prosecuting. The case somehow relates to Kristoph and there's the whole mirror dynamic thing of when Phoenix lost his badge. Kristoph is dead by now, but the whole thing is there was a plot inside prison to make Phoenix pay for putting a bunch of them in, Kristoph was the assumed ring leader until he died and the cops now dont know who's running it. Somebody (Godot? That would hurt big time) was their inside man, sent to figure that out, so when whoever it was turned up dead, the whole thing got exposed. We get a bit of a Mia moment in the trial where Trucy tells Phoenix to flip over the receipt (thats evidence for some reason). Phoenix says "I feel like that shouldn't be the second time someone has said that to me". The killer is found, by Phoenix, and put into isolation, as have most of the other participants. We then see Trucy get her badge. They have a conversation and Trucy says Phoenix basically forgot about it for a couple of months. The case closes with a foreboding "and I forgot about it too, until..."

Next case. Phoenix is fucking murdered. Trucy gets a phone call late at night, she hears laboured breathing on the other end and a "don't forget I love you" from Phoenix. Trucy pulls a simba and goes "dad? Dad?!!" And the line goes dead. The player is presented with a choice of who to call. They have two phone calls. Who they choose first makes no difference, but the second time they are forced to choose Ema who will trace Phoenix's phone call. They could call Apollo and he would comfort her, Miles would panic, Maya would say he was just messing around, Athena would sense her distress and say she's coming over etc. You could attempt to call Phoenix back but he would not answer and you would be allowed to call someone else. Ema then traces the phone call and we follow Trucy to the crime scene. We get a truly haunting cutscene where everything kinda goes blurry except Phoenix's face and the blood. Trucy doesn't cry. She stands there in shock. The WAA is there in various states of shock and upset. Return of grieving Apollo I guess. Miles turns up and the look on his face is haunting. Trucy and him make eye contact and they share the thought of something has to be done. And then. "The bar association took me off the case and Papa too, they said we were too close to it. As a result, we never found out who did it... Until now." And we see a determined Trucy face. We jump forward to where we last saw Trucy, she and Pearl are coming back from England and its a bit more cheery. Trucy sends Pearl on a train back to Kurain and heads on home. She enters the house and we see Miles pouring over Phoenix's case. He jumps up and runs towards her.

"Trucy! I think I have a lead, I-"

"Papa, you're tired, go to bed." (Or better dialogue along those lines)

Its clear he's been doing this sort of thing a lot.

"But I do! At least...I think I do..."

He trails off and rests his head in his hands.

"Do I? Or am I just a mess?"

Trucy gives him a sad smile.

"C'mon let's go to bed."

Miles returns the sad smile and fades out like all ace attorney characters do. The player is given the option to look around. There's probably some emotional dialogue and bits that give clues to how she and Miles have been fairing the past 3 years. Answer is, not very well. Examine the pile of papers on the table. Trucy will take a look and then realise her papa may have actually been onto something. Its a diagram of which prisoners knew each other, with an arrow from each leading to a defense attorney we have never met. Trucy is confused, but she calls for Miles anyway. He comes back downstairs and Trucy asks him about this lead he found.

"Well I realised all those prisoners would know this defense attorney (insert name?)"

"Why? And why would they be suspicious?'

"They (pronouns?) Were always the defense attorney who would take on the cases of those Wright had already accused. They gained a reputation of being the doomed defense attorney."

"So... They knew all the prisoners in the plot and they had a grudge against daddy... Papa I think you're onto something!"

And the case continues, since we already know who's been accused, it plays out more like an investigations game, Trucy has to prove it, with Miles' help of course, literally every other character we know and love plays a part in making sure this guy gets a guilty verdict. There is still a courtroom bit and a moment when all is looking dark, Trucy literally has a full on breakdown as the Judge threatens to remove her from the case again. Miles is by her side, they're both technically prosecution here i guess. Miles, however, is too deep in his own mental breakdown to help. Everyone else is in the gallery besides Pearl. Pearl channels Phoenix as a last hope sort of thing. Phoenix comforts her and tells her to keep fighting, he touches her badge and probably says some sort of bullshit about it. The Judge is about to bang the gavel when Trucy and Phoenix object at the same time. Miles looks up and realises whats going on and he objects too, a little later. The battle goes on until it finishes and the other attorney has a breakdown that steals little bits from every other murderer Phoenix has put behind bars.This is the one time seeing the word guilty on your screen feels good. There's a whole heartwarming celebration at the end, Phoenix sticks around for a little bit and everyone gets a bit of closure. Its assumed he's gone since Pearl passes out and Trucy dips out for a sec. She's away from the festivities, staring at the badge in her hand and we see someone coming up behind her. Maya is channelling Phoenix now. He gives Trucy a hug and utters the words "the only time a lawyer can cry is when its all over and, Trucy darling, my light, its over." Echoing both Diego and Mia.

And the screen fades to black with a final hug between father and daughter.

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