⇢ NOTE: i wrote this orignally on another blog, in which i deleted. so if it sounds familar… that’s why. i just wanted to post something.
also, i have a part two to this but i literally can;t find it. so if i ever do find it then i’ll post it. itf oot then sucks to suck.
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Nakamoto Yuta was Prince of Japan in 1836, son of Emperor Ninkō and took his mother’s name since he has no place close to the throne. He was given a small area of land to rule when he was older and wife already set aside for when he was crowned prince.
Yoshida Y/N was daughter of noble Samurai Yoshida Daichi. She practiced under the sword for defense and was not allowed to show her talents off to the public. She was put into an arranged marriage at five years old and had fallen in love with her best friend.
“Spread your feet wider, Y/N,” Yoshida Daichi commanded his daughter calmly. He watched with lidded gray eyes, her feet slid an inch apart. Sweat dripping from her forehead as she glared in front of her, the wooden sword held between her fingers in a deadlock grip.
“Don’t be so tense, Y/N,” he told her, sighing softly to himself. How had he gotten such an emotional daughter? Whereas he was calm most of the time.
She gritted her teeth and let her fingers slip from the wooden sword. It fell from her fingers and clattered loudly, a group of birds outside flew off from their perch on a tree. She turned to her father, her teeth still clenched as she stared at him.
“Is this better?” she asked of him, tired of being pushed around.
“No, you’d be sliced in a moments notice with no way to defend yourself,” he told her, annoyed with her attitude. She was the one to ask for help, who asked to be pushed to her limits. He was tired of all of this, but the Prince’s coronation was nearing and her stress was rising more so than ever.
“Sorry,” she muttered under her breath as her father stood to his feet.
Daichi made his way to his daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder and sitting her on the floor where he sat behind her, braiding her hair back to relax her. She loved the gentle caresses he would give her, ones that reminded her of a mother’s touch although she was long gone. A lonely child and lonely father left together in a dojo to figure out life for the worse or the better.
“Thank you,” she whispered, when he had finished, handing him a tie to finish the braid off. He smiled, patting her head kindly and standing.
“It’s probably best for you to get dressed before the boys come. Taeyong will be here too,” he told her with a small smile, wary for his daughter. He knew of her feelings for the young boy but they also knew that she had been given to the Emperor’s son already. There was no free pass with the Emperor.
She smiled back, the same way as he, “Okay,” she whispered.
Y/N climbed the stairs in the small hallway from the dojo to their home on top. She made her way to the showers and cleaned herself off. Then went to her bedroom where she fitted herself into a nice kimono, splashing some color onto her cheeks for the boys.
Only Taeyong knew of Y/N unlady like demeanor under the nice clothes and makeup, the rest of the village barely thought of her more than property.
She sighed, twirling a strand of hair behind her ear before pulling her braid over her shoulder and setting a small flower clip where it was tied. She awkwardly smiled at her reflection, not recognizing the woman behind the mirror before standing to her feet.
She made her way down the stairs, hearing the loud sounds of teenage boys before their practice. She stepped out of the shadows and smiled at the boys whom all cheered loudly when she entered. Master Yoshida’s loud noise of disapproval made them all silence though, returning to their individual conversations.
Y/N walked over to Taeyong who was drinking a cup of water, smiling widely that he returned.
“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” he asked, bowing making her laugh.
“Stop that. You’re embarrassing,” she whispered to him, giggling behind her hand.
Taeyong smiled devilishly up at her, looking at her between his thick eyelashes that made her swoon slightly.
The other boys in the room stared at them in jealousy and admiration. They had barely been able to make her blink their way, less than swoon.
The crack of a wooden sword hit the ground made all of their heads snap besides the two lovers, who were used to Yoshida’s quick strikes to get the teenagers attention.
“Time for class,” Yoshida smiled.
The boys turned terrified at the look he gave them and quickly got into their positions, someone ended up dragging Taeyong with them. Y/N laughed at the sight of the scrambling boys, before picking up a basket and heading out. Waving goodbye to her boys.
In town, Y/N went stall to stall to pick up food for herself and the boys. They had worked hard for a while and deserved a treat after their class. She smiled to herself as she picked up a vine of grapes. She thought them over while a couple stood next to her, chatting loudly.
“Have you heard about Yoshida’s kid? Apparently she’s leaving soon to meet Prince Nakamoto Yuta,” the tall, skinny woman whispered to her short, plump friend. She snickered behind her hand. “Y’know I’ve heard he’s a real piece of work, nothing like any prince you and I have heard of.”
“Really? That’s too bad, she’s a sweet kid,” the other woman replied, picking up a fish for herself.
“A sweet kid? That kid’s never been anything but bratty to me!”
“That’s because you’re pretty rude yourself, Mina,” the woman replied with a hiss.
“That doesn’t give her any right to be rude to me! She needs to respect her elders before she gets herself dead, Hara,” Mina told her friend with exasperation, holding her hands up.
Y/N removed herself from the stall, pushing past the two women, making sure to bump shoulders with Mina. “Excuse me,” she seethed, walking with confidence back down the road, finished with her shopping.
“Good job, Mina,” Hara laughed behind the young woman.
Nakamoto Yuta awoke from a deep sleep by his brother jumping around on his bed, chanting “Yuta! Yuta! Yuta!”
“What?!” he groaned, turning on his side but Gin continued to jump around, especially close to his face. “What?! What is it?” he shouted, sitting up from his position and smacking Gin down onto the bed.
“Father is wanting to have breakfast with us all,” Gin panted, before jumping off the bed and down the hallway with a cheer.
Yuta groaned, thinking about having breakfast with his father and his twelve other siblings. He was seventh in line to the throne, Gin was the youngest at thirteenth in line. He didn’t seem to mind much, thinking about playing around with the ducks in the pond and trying to annoy Yuta to no end.
He stood from his bed and dressed before making his way down to the dining hall where his brothers sat around the table from oldest to youngest around their mother and father and mother. Yuta’s mother sat next to Gin while his father’s other wife sat next to the oldest. He took his seat between Akihiro and Hisao. He liked his brother’s for the most part but with twelve brother’s it was always hard to get close.
Gin was the easiest because he forced himself into hanging out with his brother. Although Yuta had things he needed to do, such as practice his sword, scout through town, go on missions he always had time for Gin.
“Yuta,” his father called and he quickly looked up to his father, setting his chopsticks down to listen to what he had to say. “Your coronation is soon, are you ready?”
“Yes, father. I’m excited and prepared for adulthood,” he told his father with a small smile.
“Good, I expect that you are prepared to go into adulthood as well as marry soon. We discussed at your fifth birthday that yourself and Yoshida Y/N would marry close to your coronation. Would you like her to come soon so you can get to know her?”
“Yes, father, I would very much like to, although I feel like I know her already,” Yuta replied. He did feel close to the young Yoshida, they had never met but stories he had heard of the fair woman were enough. Sometimes, when he was tired he would write her letters to help him fall asleep. All of them kept safely away in a desk drawer and hidden in a secret section of it.
He smiled to himself as his father nodded and started to speak to his other sons and wives, the group sitting for two hours before dispersing.
“Yuta-nii, are you really ready? I’d be so scared to meet my fiance,” Gin shouted, hanging onto Yuta’s arm as he walked.
“I think I am. Yoshida Y/N is the daughter of a high ranking Samurai, and even though I haven’t met her there are lots of stories about her around and I feel like I already know her.”
“What is she like?” Gin asked his brother.
“I’ve heard she’s the kindest girl in her district. She has a big heart and couldn’t hurt a fly!”
“Wow! I wonder what my wife will be like,” Gin wondered aloud.
“She’ll probably be as loud and annoying as you,” Yuta told him making Gin gasp loudly.
“How could you say that about, Hime-sama?” Gin shouted, shocked his brother could speak so vily about a woman he had no clue of.
Yuta smirked at his brother and shook him off his arm, “I can say anything I want!” he shouted, dashing down the hallway to hide from his younger brother who took off right after him.
“No you can’t! I’ll tell father!” Gin screamed, chasing after him.
Taeyong had been missing for the past week. No one was sure where he had gone, his family was worried sick and Y/N was terrified something had happened. Taeyong was a smart kid but not always the best. He got into trouble easily, whether it was his fault or not. He had that look.
A man appeared one morning, with a black outfit on and a hat to hide his face. Yoshida took an envelope from the man before he left quickly, without anyone seeing him. Yoshida turned back inside, the royal seal on the envelope, showing its importance.
Y/N noticed his worried looks and quickly stood to her feet from the dining table.
“What is it?”
“It’s from the Emperor,” he muttered, his voice cracking. They still had another month until Y/N was to depart to meet Prince Nakamoto Yuta. He worried something had happened at the capitol and she would be wanted immediately, with barely a goodbye.
Carefully, Yoshida broke the seal and took his seat back at the table.
My Dear Friend, Yoshida,
I usually do not carry out such formal letters of this degree but since you are a close friend, I would like to inform you of the death of your student Lee Taeyong. I cannot spare you any details, but please do not grieve for long.
I am excited to see you soon, please stay for some time with your daughter before the marriage so we may catch up. I will pay for the inconvenience since you do have a business to run.
Have a fair night,
A tear slipped from Yoshida’s eyes and Y/N looked at him in concern.
“Father, what is it?” she asked softly, taking his hand resting on the table between hers.
“Taeyong… I’m so sorry,” he whispered, gripping her now slackened hands. Her face fell and she couldn’t believe what he was saying to her.
“What? What happened to him?!” she asked quickly, frantically.
“He’s been given capital punishment,” he told her, looking down so he wouldn’t have to look at that distraught look in her eye.
“Why? For what? He couldn’t have done anything so terrible that he would be… he would be… hung!” she cried, gripping her father’s hand tightly as she leaned over the table and cried.
He moved from one side to the other so he could hold her close, and let her grieve for their lost friend.
The news had spread through the castle faster than wildfire. First from the servants to the lower noble class and up to the Seventh Prince of Ninko.
“I heard that a young man named Lee Taeyong tried to sneak into the castle because of a lost love and was killed by a guard right before he could make it to his destination!” Yuta’s servant, Ara, exclaimed as he fitted the prince in his day clothes.
“Really? Do you know of where he was trying to go?” Yuta asked curiously, putting his arms up as the shirt went over his head.
Ara looked round the room before turning back to his master, “Here, sire. Apparently your fiance is in love with him and he wanted to try and win your favor and make you give up your marriage.”
Yuta looked at him stunned. “Here? Well, frightening me in between sleep would not make me want to give her up, it would just make me want to kill him.”
“Well, it’s too bad. Now when your fiance comes she will be disheartened rather than delighted to meet you.”
Yuta took a moment to think of this, and grew saddened at the thought that maybe his future wife would not feel the same way about him. She had more of a life than he had, most likely. This Taeyong must have truly loved her to die for her.
A few weeks later, the boys had rarely seen Y/N besides her passing every once in awhile to shop. She rarely made eye contact with them and would hurriedly run up the stairs. Although, she seemed to have grown kinder in some way, leaving them lunch afterwards for them to eat.
She practiced harder, the other boys learned of her training when they ran into her in the back training. She was good too. They were all so stunned they hadn’t realised she had turned to them with a scowl on her face. When they noticed, they scrambled away quickly.
During one of Yoshida’s classes, a loud knock made it’s appearance on the dojo door. Yoshida quieted the boys and made his way to the door. The boys stared, unable to see the mysterious person behind but when Yoshida bowed they knew he was important. They slowly crept to where they could see the Prince Nakamoto Yuta at their door.
“There’s no need to bow,” Yuta told the man nervously, scratching his neck.
“You’re royalty, your Highness. It’s only proper,” Yoshida told him, standing up straight.
“You are a friend of my Father’s. There is no need to worry about such trivial things,” Yuta told him with a small smile.
“May I ask what you’re doing here, sire?” Yoshida asked, stepping back to allow him and his servant inside. He looked at his students and quickly shooed them, telling them to go outside and practice.
“Sensei, Y/N is out there,” one of the students whispered to him, Yuta picked up on his words but didn’t show his excitement.
“Tell her to get dressed, we have special company,” Yoshida told him. The boy nodded and they all ran outside. “Would you like some tea?” Yoshida asked the Prince.
“No thank you,” he passed.
“And yourself?” Yoshida asked his servant whom looked surprised he spared him a look.
“Oh, um, yes please,” he muttered, happy to have something warm after their long journey. Yoshida smiled kindly and brought a teapot and three drinks, winking at Yuta.
“I could tell you were just being polite,” he smiled. The door behind Yoshida opened and Yuta caught a glance of his fiance dashing up the stairs. She was truly as beautiful as he had imagined. “So, what have you come for? I hope it’s not too steal my daughter from me so early, we still have about a week,” he told the young Prince as he handed him a cup.
Yuta nodded, “Yes, I know. I came because I heard of what happened to her close friend. I wanted to give my condolences in person. I hope I can be of some help here,” he told the man whose eyes warmed slightly at the man.
“Well, thank you very much, your Highness. This means very much to me and will to my daughter, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first. I’m happy you came, maybe you would even like to join my boys in one of their lessons,” Yoshida smiled, taking a sip from his tea.
“I would love to,” Yuta replied, nodding his head.
The three sat at the table for a few moments in silence until Y/N appeared downstairs with a beautiful black and white kimono on, her hair twisted up and makeup more so than usual on her cheeks and eyes.
She began to bow but Yuta was quick to stop her, “Please, don’t bow,” he asked of her.
She raised an eyebrow and nodded, “Okay.”
They stood in front of one another awkwardly. “Would you like to go on a walk?” Yuta asked after a few minutes quickly, nervous to be in front of his future wife for the first time.
“I don’t see the problem with that,” she told him.
He smiled, holding an arm out for her and led her out of the dojo.
Y/N led him out of the dojo and into the woods that surrounded the place. She felt awkward and uncomfortable with him there, even if he were being somewhat kind. She had always heard of him as different from everyone else but she didn’t realize that different was in a good light. Everyone had assumed he was a destructive, rude, terrible teen that abused his crown but it seemed he was just gentle and kind and sometimes a bit too snarky.
She smiled softly to herself and he smiled at the sight of her smiling. Yuta looked away with his smile still on his lips. She rolled her eyes, taking him to a lake where she sat with no concern to her kimono.
It seemed he had gotten her all wrong as well. She was much less ladylike and rather manly. Her words were curt and unappealing, she had no regard of her appearance besides when necessary and if she had been outside before hand what could she have been doing?
“Are you going to sit or just stand there?” she asked him, not turning to look back at him.
He flushed red before sitting next to her, watching her skip stones across the water.
“So, why are you here? We shouldn’t have met until next week,” she told him skeptically, throwing one rock exceptionally hard.
“Oh, um, I heard about your friend…” he replied awkwardly, notcing that she stopped her skipping.
“I wanted to give you my condolences, I know what he meant to you,” he whispered, taking her hand in his.
“What? Are you going to have me killed like him?” she asked with a hiss, ripping her hand out of his.
“I’m not that kind of person,” he replied with a hiss right back.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” she rolled her eyes.
Yuta sighed loudly, “Listen, princess, I came out here to show that I actually care about your feelings rather than some other husband you could have who would have killed both you and him for having an affair outside of your arranged marriage.”
“We didn’t have an affair of any kind!” she exclaimed.
“It’s what it looks like to the public, or at least the public of servants in the castle,” he told her, making her eyebrows raise.
“What? What did he do? Why is… Why did he… leave me?” she asked softly, her eyes starting to brim with tears.
“Rumor has it that Lee Taeyong snuck into the castle to ask me to give you up but was killed by a guard before he could,” he told her softly in case anyone was around, although the town had no clue the prince was even in their small town.
She gasped, cupping her hands around her mouth to hold in her sobs. “Gods, why?” she repeated over and over as Yuta moved her over into his side and held her close to him.
Yuta stayed the week, the two becoming friends in the short amount of time they had known each other. There were no romantic feelings (for Y/N at least) for the time and they got along nicely. Much to the happiness of Daichi who had worried since she was three of the arranged marriage. Terrified that she would forever hate him giving her up.
Yuta travelled with them back to the castle where they were greeted famously, a small greeting from the twelve boys and the Emperor’s wives. They took the three to the dining room where the Emperor would join them for dinner any moment.
When he entered, they all stood, bowing to their leader before sitting when he did. The Emperor was happy to see his son getting along with his fiance and clinked his glass to get their attention.
“I would just like to say how happy I am to see my son so happy with the woman who was picked for him when he was five. So, I would like to announce that the wedding will take place in three months!” he cheered, holding his glass up. The room cheered with him except for Yoshida, Y/N and Yuta who were all stunned at the announcement.
Y/N stood in the royal gardens, crying besides the peonies that reminded her of Taeyong. She forgot she was to marry Yuta, he had become a friend but not a commitment. A person to take her mind off all the things happening but he was at the center of it all.
Yuta exited the maze and found her after an hour of looking. The sun was bound to set any minute and she was here, lost in the maze. He sighed, sitting beside her.
A few moments passed until he spoke, “Listen, Y/N, I’ll make a deal with you,” he told her, sparing her a look quickly looking away when she glanced at him. “Up until the wedding I’ll try to get you to love me, but if you don’t you don’t have to marry me. I’ll work it out with my father if it comes to that, but I hope it doesn’t. Just… give me a chance,” he asked of her.
She thought about his proposition for a good while, making him nervous and antsy. She nodded softly holding her shaking hand out to him. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he replied back. The game on.
Yuta tried his best to win Y/N over. She enjoyed his company and loved his attitude that wasn’t a spoiled rotten kid, but it wasn’t enough to have her stay.
He often took her riding into the woods. One fine day, he strapped swords to his horse and a bag full of stones on the other side, he raced across the courtyard where she sat in front of the garden. She was surprised to see Yuta on a horse and hadn’t realized he had pulled her up with him onto the horse. The two made their way into the woods and to a clearing with a lake.
“Like the one at your home,” he smirked, hopping off the horse, waiting for her too.
When she hadn’t moved, he turned back to her, seeing her stare idly at the ground. Her fingers itched around the hem of her dress in nervousness. He smiled at the sight.
“Are you scared?” he asked her with a smirk.
“N-No, I just… don’t want to flash you. It would be indecent,” she told him, holding her head high.
“And at what time have you been decent?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes, holding her arms out, “Please, just help me down,” she asked of him. He nodded walking over to her. She set her hands on his shoulders and he helped her slip off the horse. “Good, thank you,” she said, nodding her head and made her way to the lake.
Yuta smirked, running up behind her and lifting her skirt. “Looks like you flashed me anyways!” he laughed, making her turn bright red. “Now! Teach me how to skip a stone!” he asked her, holding up a bag of rocks, all different shapes and sizes.
She took them from his hand and rifled through them laughing slightly. “Well, first we’re going to sort through these and only have the flat ones.”
“What? Why? Then we’ll only have a few,” Yuta asked in confusion as she dumped the bag of rocks onto the ground and threw all the thick and awkward ones out, leaving only smooth, flat ones for them to use.
“If you use awkward or big ones they’ll just sink, they need to be able to slid against the surface and jump off it,” she explained, before skipping one across the lake.
Yuta nodded following her lead, throwing the rock into the water. Y/N started as the rock sunk immediately.
“You have to flick your wrist, like…” she stood behind him, “this.” She helped him flick his wrist from behind, the rock skipping two times before sinking. He cheered excitedly, taking her into his arms and swinging her around.
“Okay, okay, Yuta. Put me down. Put me down!” she shouted, in annoyance until he set her back down on the ground.
“Let’s go again!” he cheered, taking a rock and skipping it a few times across the water.
Three Months Later
“The wedding is tomorrow,” Yuta told her as they sat in front of the lake where she had first taught him to skip stones. Where they rode their horses and watched the sunset. Where Yuta really felt his heart going out to her.
Y/N looked up from her lap, wringing out her fingers, “I know,” she whispered.
“Have you decided?” he asked her softly. “I need to tell my father soon.”
“I know and… I have,” she whispered. He could hear it in her voice, the saddness, the distraught. He knew her answer even before she barely whispered it into the crisp weather. She started to talk about all the good times but he couldn’t get passed the thought that he’d never see her walk down the aisle to him. He would never wake up to her beside her. He would never have children with her and wither away with her. He’d have to stand for some annoying brat now.
“I can’t marry you,” was all that passed into his ears.
The main hall had turned into a wedding in the matter of three days. Yuta was prepared for marriage but the wife he had planned to have would not arrive at this moment. A woman by the name of Osao Nara was to marry him. A woman that was Japanese but her family had moved to Europe and returned to Japan not too long ago.
She was a thin, small thing. Pale and slightly awkward when she smiled. She liked power and already walked around the castle as if she owned it. Yuta wasn’t sure if she knew that they were seventh in line for the throne.
He sighed and walked into Nina’s room, forgetting to knock. The wedding was that day and the shrill screams from Nina was all that fazed him when he realized his mistake of invading. The young woman had been in a foreign dress, none like he had ever seen. It was white and sparkly and he hated it was on Nina rather than his one true love.
“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress, much less the day of the wedding!” Nina screeched, slamming the door shut with ferocity.
“No, I’ve never heard that,” Yuta replied behind the door. Nina yelled in frustration, she wasn’t too keen to marry Yuta either. He was sarcastic and rude and had no respect for her. She barely saw him as her husband, she just wanted more power than she already had as a Duchess.
Yuta left the door and while walking around the castle was escorted off to get ready for the ceremony.
The ceremony started with Yuta at the front of the room, the people in the middle and the bride to be outside the doors. Music flooded the room and a young woman entered the room. A veil covering her face with the white head decoration holding it up. He could barely pull up a smile at the sight of Nara walking forward.
He liked the dress she wore then. She must not have wanted the bad luck to follow her because she now wore a formal Japanese dress as she made her way to him.
They sat before the priest, awaiting the first cup of sake as he purified the shrine they sat before and called the kami’s attention.
Yuta first took three sips, passing it to his bride who sipped it conspicuously. Nara was then given a cup, slightly bigger than the first and drank three times before giving it to her groom. The priest repeated his first action in a bigger cup and they finished the small san-ku-do ceremony.
They are then ushered to the altar where Yuta reads his quick written vows to her.
“We have not known each other long but thanks to Matsuoka Ji we can marry and find a love that would have never been found elsewhere.”
She listened, the tone of his voice dry and that love he spoke of was unheard of in the wavers of his voice.
The priest then offered evergreen to the altar, reflecting his gratitude to the spirits. The bride and groom following with their own objects. Yuta placed a folded piece of paper on the altar. Nara followed with a stone. Flat and thin that made Yuta look to her in confusion. He could barely make out the smirk underneath her veil. Family representatives followed after them with offerings while Yuta stared in confusion at the young woman before him. He wasn’t so sure it was Nara anymore.
The priest brought out the rings that had been presented and asked of Nara if she would unveil with help from her groom. She leaned her head forward and Yuta shakily lifted the veil in which to reveal Y/N instead.
He smiled from ear to ear at the sight of her and the whole room gasped.
“M-Master Yuta, this is not Nara. Would you like us to stop the proceedings?” the priest asked him.
“No, please continue,” he grinned, the whole room feeling his happiness. His father smiled, thankful the young woman returned to his son and let the wedding proceed, even as the priest stared at him in confusion.
Izanagi and Izanami were called upon in the final prayers before the reception was called upon.
“I thought you didn’t love me,” Yuta whispered to his wife as they stood at the reception smiling as people congratulated, even if they were slightly confused.
“I didn’t think I did, but as I left the city I realized that I couldn’t leave you,” she told him, looking up at him with a large smile. He smiled back, the two in love and married.
A tear slipped from Yuta’s eyes, holding her hand tightly in between his, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she told him, wiping the tear from his face.
When you had first declared you wanted to be a shieldmaiden even Ivar had made fun of you. The smallest out of your age group no one really thought you’d be any good. You’d changed Ivar’s mind when he found you in angry tears attacking a tree as if it had done you all the wrongs in the world.
A bounty hunter falls in his own trap. MC76/NSFW (Dubcon warning)
When McCree woke he was still unsure how he managed to get back from the club. It was only when he sat up that the low burn in his hips confirmed that he did indeed have a little more fun than planned. Picking himself up he padded around his apartment and became freshly startled how his place had been completely ransacked. The fridge open with missing food, drawers thrown open, furniture and wall panels overturned. What he minded however, was his whole office destroyed. His wall full of clippings and ties torn down, ashes in a waste bin. Files on cases stolen. Everything about the T-drug, everything about the warehouse raid 6 years ago that ended with the death of his mentor. Everything on all the gangs and their activities, Shimada, Los Muertos. What was going with Viskar, Overwatch’s current tasks. Everything about Jack Morrison… “That mother FUCKER!” Jesse horsely screaming, kicking the bin, ash puffing up. “God damn mother fucker played me like a damn fiddle!!” He scrambled for a smoke, taking a deep inhale to calm his nerves, finding most of stash had been taken as well.
His mentor was always right, those blue eyes were dangerous…but he married that man regardless (Why did he fall for him, such a schoolboy crush festered).
Jesse sunk himself down, observing his mess of a world. He was in deep shit. EVERYONE was going to be in deep shit.
Hei~! I am going to talk a lot about something that might be very obvious, but it might be nice to point it out all the same. (Plus, I don’t know that much about Norwegian yet, so it might all be bullshit, but still… here goes)
At du er aleine
The sentence that stabbed my heart right before Isak’s worried face cut to a pitch-black screen. Why would she tell Isak he is alone? Why would she break her ties with him? Doesn’t seem to fit the guilt she’s feeling when she looks at his black eye?
Or, actually.. it does. It fits the pattern of the clip, which shows Sana cutting ties with everyone. And distancing herself from Isak might be a way for her to cope with the guilt. She feels betrayed and she feels guilty, so she is pushing everyone away. So who’s alone? Not Isak, who’s shown walking with his beautiful boyfriend, a beautiful dandelion stuck behind his ear, distracting onlookers from the black eye he’s sporting. It’s Sana, and that’s exactly what she’s telling him.
‘You’, as you probably will know, is a second person pronoun. It is a grammatical device we use to refer to the person we’re addressing. Sounds easy ;) (hehe). But there’s more to it. Because research on a corpus of spoken Dutch (similar to both English and Norwegian) shows that only half of the instances of ‘jij’/’je’ (you) are deictic, i.e. refer to the addressee. The other occurrences were uses of what is called a ‘generic you’ referring to a person or group of people in general, but as it may be contextually restricted, it can also be used for self-reference, thus meaning ‘I’. And, because of its characteristics as a second person pronoun prototypically used to refer to the addressee, its use for anything else still invites the addressee to identify themselves with what is being said. So like in:
You just get sad when you look at someone shutting everyone out (*cough* too soon?)
‘you’ actually means ‘I’, but probably more so than when I had just used ‘I’, you are invited to apply it to yourself, place yourself in the described situation; it might even distract from applying it to the speaker, even though it refers to them.
So, if you’re one of the people who thought Sana was actually talking about herself, that she wasn’t saying Isak (and anyone else, for that matter) is alone, but instead that she herself is, you’re probably not wrong. Linguistics has your back. Here’s to hoping Isak’s got Sana’s, because the blatant contrast with last season’s du er ikke alene, must mean he knows something’s up, and that it’s bad.