#angry that my friend's daughter fucking ABANDONED HER and wanted to keep people from visiting her

[angrybatart]

Got some terrible news on Friday, and needed to draw something that made me happy to straighten my thoughts. Started this last night, but am not really happy with it. So I'm going to work on it off and on until it looks right to me. I'll post the full picture when I do.

[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! if your not busy or backed up could you do the four lords( and possibly the dimitrescu daughters totally cool if you dont) helping a s/o who's stressed about starting college

I'm cracking my knuckles right now. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!

Warning: Some unhealthy behaviors? You call these dorks out on it though.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Initially, you're stoked! College is a big deal for anyone at any age, and you're thrilled to check off this box on your list of accomplishments. It's a big deal!

A...really, really big deal...

Your internal monologue becomes a mess of "Oh god, oh fuck, oh no", on loop, ad infinitum. There's a lot to consider here, and with every new thought you just get even more stressed.

The minute Alcina sees you in this state, she pulls you in for a hug, plays with your hair, and talks you through your feelings. Do you really want to go to college, or do you feel forced into it? Are you worried about the distance? The amount of work? Do you want her to hire tutors instead?

She very much takes a logical, structured approach to addressing your worries. If it's a problem with paperwork, she can have someone handle it for you. If it's general stress she very efficiently talks you through your feelings. If there's someone in particular that's making you feel this stressed, they'll just disappear. No muss, no fuss.

Alcina dissects any possible reasoning you might have to be pressured until it's such a non-issue you feel almost silly for being panicked at all.

Still, she promises to call you every day, if you need her. Honestly, she expects you to call as often as possible, because she's going to miss you like crazy. But she will always be there for you, Darling. Don't you ever worry about that.

Donna Beneviento

College? You're leaving? 🥺

Donna's not trying to guilt you, but the thought of being away from you for an extended period of time is extremely stressful. It's not quite separation anxiety, but it's close.

Something might happen to you if you're away from the Manor for too long! What if you need help and she can't get to you? What if someone tries to hurt you? Donna might be sheltered, but she's heard things about what happens at Colleges, and not all of it is good.

Considering the fact you're also stressed about this situation, it's not a great combination. Both of you are very emotional at the moment, so there's a likelihood that this might cause one or both of you to have a little breakdown.

Instead of your normal fun, relaxing nights together, the lead up to your departure gives your nights a different atmosphere. You're on the floor of the sitting room, sifting through paperwork with a devastated look on your face, while Donna is nearby and trying hard to pretend this isn't happening.

One of you is going to break first, and the confrontation is not going to be pretty or easy. It's a build up of a bunch of emotion, and both of you just sob while holding each other tightly. You vent your worries to Donna, and she explains her concerns to you, and while you guys might not solve all of those dilemmas in one night, both of you do feel better after having explained your anxieties to each other. Communication is key for this to work out, and both of you need comforting.

Donna winds up building you a brand new doll with a piece of her Cadou in it. It's a new member of the family, specifically crafted to keep an eye on you and help you two communicate over long distances. If something goes wrong, or you two miss each other so badly you can't stand it anymore, you two talk through this new friend and immediately feel connected. The distance doesn't feel so great anymore <3

Salvatore Moreau

HYPED! (Devastated)

Moreau adores you, and he is so, so happy you're going to go pursue your dreams. He can't wait to hear about all the things you've experienced, all the people you meet...

You're going to make tons of new friends, he just knows it!

(You're going to meet someone else, someone better, and you're going to leave him. He just knows it. )

Moreau will never tell you how he really feels about you leaving. You could have a full blown panic attack, and he will hold you close, comfort you, reassure you, and do his absolute best to make you feel better. Meanwhile he is absolutely trying to bury the fact that he thinks you're going to meet your perfect partner at college, abandon him, and live your own version of happily ever after.

It might sound silly to you, but it's a genuine concern for him. He's a monster, and you're about to leave to spend time with a bunch of normal people. As he holds you close and convinces you that the things you're stressed about are easily solvable and are tasks that he could help you with, internally he's absolutely convinced that once you leave, you're going to find your soulmate on campus.

The last thing he wants to do is add to your stress, so unless you can read him well, it's likely you'll never know how worried he is. He's so focused on comforting you and making sure you feel confident enough to handle your next adventure that his own worries take a backseat.

He'll be less concerned if you call him and tell him about your day. It reassures him that you love him, even from afar, and his own stress dissolves when you start to ramble about how much you miss him. 💕

Karl Heisenberg

It's cute that you think you're leaving him behind.

You two are a team, did you seriously expect that he'd be alright with you leaving? With you trying to go to a campus where he can't get to you if something goes wrong?

Heisenberg reacts like an upset pet or a clingy child when it comes to the idea of you leaving for college. He knows it's not forever, and he knows you're coming back--that's not his problem.

His problem is the fact that you're leaving at all.

You two are partners-- a perfect match. He's had this idea in his head ever since you both became a couple that the two of you would hardly ever be apart. Now that you're going to be out of his sight for longer than a week? It's preemptively triggering separation anxiety. He's not happy.

He genuinely tries to get you to take exclusively online courses if you aren't already, just so that you stay with him.

He's so consumed by the concept that you'll be away from him that it takes a while for it to click that, uh, this attitude of his? Not helpful.

You're twice as stressed as you were before, and now you're also angry at Heisenberg for pulling all of this childish nonsense. You love him, but he's being an incredibly insensitive dumbass, and you've got to call him on it.

Phones exist. Skype exists. Hell, the two of you can write letters to each other if you want. It's not like he won't ever get to talk to you! All he's doing is adding to your stress and making you feel worse about a big decision that you've already made, and that's not okay! If he's supposed to be your "perfect match", why isn't he being more supportive?

That snaps him right out of it. While Karl still sulks a bit, he puts on his big boy pants and gives you a proper apology.

Once he's got his head on straight, he's very good at helping you through your worries. Heisenberg will massage your shoulders, talk you through any paperwork you might be having trouble with, and helps you triple check your to-do list. He loves you, and always wants to help, but sometimes he gets carried away.

Just...promise to visit often, alright? He's gonna miss you. 💕

Bela Dimitrescu

Jealous. As. Hell.

She doesn't openly make it obvious, but you know her. You know Bela's little mannerisms and tells, and it's obvious to you that the eldest daughter of the Dimitrescu clan wants to go to college along with you. Unfortunately, due to the fact that she can't easily travel, she can't come along.

It's... not a great situation, considering you're so stressed. You're worried about admissions, being accepted into the classes you need, your curriculum, but Bela doesn't try to comfort you. Instead, she sulks in the background.

Eventually, this blows up between the both of you. You're upset and angry that Bela isn't being more supportive, and Bela is angry that you're the one who gets such an incredible opportunity to leave and explore the world while she's stuck in Dimitrescu Castle.

Why are you stressed? It's an amazing opportunity, it doesn't make sense that you're so worried!

...She's so harsh about it that you might start crying, at which point Bela realizes that she might have fucked up. The last thing she wants to do is hurt your feelings, so she'll pull you into a hug and immediately babble apologies until she's blue in the face.

Once you calm down, you're going to have to explain that just because it looks and sounds fun, College does have challenges of its own. The idea that you get to go learn all sorts of things isn't sunshine and roses--there's a lot of pressure to do well.

Bela is a little quiet after that, but you notice she's much more supportive. She starts to treat your worries more seriously, and even will go to Alcina to try to get some advice on how to help you.

She's still a little envious, but she hides it better now. The last thing that Bela wants to do is stress you out right before you leave. She loves you, and wants your last memories before you go to be positive and something happy that you can look back on when you're away.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Thrilled for you!

College sounds so exciting! She honestly desperately wants to go with you, but due to the composition of her body, she can't exactly leave the Castle.

She winds up asking you all sorts of questions, following you through the hallways, wondering how you feel about leaving to a brand new place, with brand new people, all of the classes you're going to take....

...It really doesn't help with the anxiety. Cassandra won't leave you alone, and is so fixated on asking you all these questions that it actually makes you worry about things that you hadn't even considered before. What if you hate your Major? What if your professors turn out to be terrible?

Instead of your cheerful responses from before, you start to shut down at all of the questions. Cassandra quickly cues into the fact that something is wrong, and when she asks, all of your worries come pouring out.

Immediately, she pulls you into a hug and apologizes. She didn't mean to stress you out at all, she just wanted to share the experience with you!

Once the two of you clear the air, though? She cracks her knuckles and goes full bookworm.

Cassandra's...not great at staying focused, but she does have a few tips and tricks that she shares with you if it helps.

She also is really great at finding resources that might help you out. Despite her issues focusing on anything other than non-fiction, she does know her way around a library, and will pull any and all reference texts about what you might be studying while you're away.

By the time you're ready to leave Castle Dimitrescu, you've got two years worth of knowledge packed into your head, an optimally organized suitcase, and a lingering kiss from your girlfriend that makes it hard to worry about anything else 💕💕💕

Daniela Dimitrescu

...doesn't handle it well at all.

Daniela doesn't want you to leave. It doesn't matter the situation, it doesn't matter what the context is, you're her partner in crime and she refuses to let you go.

In fact, she tries to sabotage your efforts to leave.

It starts small. Your suitcases mysteriously unpack themselves in the middle of the night. Important papers keep going missing, and you have to reprint a lot of documentation. Your phone disappears for hours at a time.

When all you do is grumble and fix what she's messed with, she gets angrier and escalates. Your laptop goes missing. Your textbooks disappear. You start to question where you left your keys, because they seem to move around the room without your input.

Meanwhile, Daniela is being passive aggressive any time you bring up college. She refuses to talk about it at all with you, and acts like you're not even leaving.

It all comes to a head one day when you burst into tears from all the added stress. This is so, so important to you, and not only are you not getting any help or comfort from your partner, but all of your stuff is going missing!

Daniela immediately feels terrible. As much as she didn't want you to go, the last thing she ever wanted to do was make you cry.

She's not super emotionally mature, so while she comforts you, she has a group of flies separate from the rest and bring back all of your things. You figure it out an call her on it, but she actually looks on the verge of tears herself as she explains to you why she did it. She's so, so sorry, but she doesn't want you to go! She loves you!

You two have a long talk about why this isn't cute, funny or acceptable, no matter her feelings. You might even bring Alcina in on it, just in case. Still, the two of you do work through it, and while Daniela isn't the best with helping with general prep, puts 100% into keeping your mood high.

With time, she finds herself... well not okay with it, but she can now tolerate the idea. As long as you talk to her every day!

(And yes, she calls you multiple times a day when you're gone. Alcina eventually caves and gets her a phone, just so she isn't constantly using the line that Mother Miranda uses to check up on the Castle. The two of you talk so often you barely even have time to miss her💕)

[nightingaelic]

could you do Fallout New Vegas companion’s reactions to a Courier Six who is also the Lone Wanderer telling their stories from their time in DC? (bonus points for Arcade’s reaction to them hating the enclave, and if that would make him decide to keep his past hidden even longer, or if he would still tell them?)

The logistics and implications of this make my head spin. This is also super long, honestly I should just quit writing reacts and start writing fics OH WAIT

Getting the courier talking was a tough thing to do, but on nights where the moon was full and the coyotes' howls were miles away or at least behind some stout walls, on nights where they were a few beers in and they hadn't seen another living soul in a few days, that Mojave Express deliverer started to reminisce. That wasn't really the surprising part, though. No, the surprising part was what they would remember, fondly or not-so-fondly: A world apart from the desert, a continent away on another coast, and stories of life in a vault, a missing father, pure water and a Brotherhood divided.

Arcade Gannon: Arcade didn't mind these moods, at least when they first cropped up. He nodded along as the courier talked about living in their father's shadow, about feeling cornered by their own family's legacy. He hung on their words about living in the cradle of America's history, about Project Purity, all of the gritty details of modifying a GECK to bring water to a devastated wasteland.

Eventually though, the courier's memories soured, with the arrival of Enclave remnants in their life. Arcade folded into himself with every harsh word, every jolt of plasma that had disrupted his friend's world relived in horrific detail. They gestured angrily as they described their newfound purpose, their battle for power with the fractured Brotherhood of Steel at their back, and their smug satisfaction at the moments they were able to crack open Raven Rock and the Enclave's mobile base crawler and lay waste to their tormentors.

It took a few rounds of these stories before the courier noticed he shrank and grew quiet whenever they neared the end of their story about breaking into another vault to find the GECK. They stopped abruptly one night. "What's up with you?"

"Um..." Arcade scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Nothing. Nothing, I just... have some personal experience with the Enclave, myself."

The courier sighed. "Yeah, there's a few people walking around the West Coast that have similar stories to mine. Arroyo's full of them, for one. Is it something like that?"

Arcade took a deep breath. "I feel... well, it's a lot closer to home, for me. Close enough to raise questions, so I don't talk about it much."

"Close enough to..." The courier twisted their face up in confusion for a moment, before realization set in and their eyes grew large. "You were... your... oh."

"Mmm-hm."

"Well, fuck me." The courier smiled and popped a cap off of another beer. "I've been doing all the talking, haven't I? Let's hear your story about working with the guys in power armor who ruined my life, right after dad did."

Craig Boone: Whenever the courier started up like this, Boone couldn't help but notice a familiar twinge of regret and self-doubt in their voice. It shone through most clearly when they spoke about their time with the Brotherhood of Steel, the men and women they'd fought alongside and lost during their struggle against the remnants of the Enclave. It was there, too, in their story about returning to the vault they grew up in, setting the chaos that had arisen in their wake to rest, but not being able to go back to the way things were.

Boone didn't pry. He knew that feeling well. Instead, he cracked open bottles of beer, liquor, soda, whatever they had on hand during their nights in the desert, and just listened. He'd done the same for Carla, when they were younger and new to each other and he couldn't get enough of her voice and how it flowed endlessly, easily, the way his never could. He absorbed it all now as he did then: The joy, the pain, the loss, the fear, the triumphs and falls and abandoned dreams that filled the courier up and drove them to travel west, beyond anything they had ever known.

That last part stumped Boone a bit, though. "Why didn't you stay?" he finally asked one night.

They looked surprised. "Stay? Stay where? I didn't have a home anymore."

Boone shook his head. "With the Brotherhood. Or some other settlement."

"Like Megaton?" The courier sighed. "I thought about it. Close to the vault, friendly people, easy work... I guess I just didn't want to wind up... stuck."

They flushed red and looked away from him. Boone knew why they were embarrassed, but he also knew the truth in their words.

Sometimes the courier cried after they had finished, though they did their best to hide it. Boone pretended not to notice. He was pretty sure they knew he was pretending, but he was also pretty sure that pointing it out would be worse than just letting it be an open secret between them. The silence between them endured, but something grew inside it and flourished. Some kind of deeper understanding.

Lily Bowen: The more the courier spoke, the more Lily made connections in her muddled mind. Of course they knew the basic layout of most vaults, they had grown up in one. Of course they were extra-sensitive to the Mojave heat, they had come to the desert from the cooler of the two coasts. Of course they'd been extra-wary around the super mutants or nightkin of Jacobstown, they had only known angry super mutants looking to grow their own numbers through any means necessary.

Their shared experience of growing up inside a vault reminded Lily of happier days, and she often asked questions about Vault 101 during the courier's stories. "Were you sweet on anyone inside your old home?" she asked, with a big smile befitting a proud grandma.

The courier blushed. "That's not very polite, Lily."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dearie."

"No, no it's okay." The courier smiled. "There was a boy who picked on me a lot, but I never figured out whether he did it because he hated me or liked me. His name was Butch. And there was Amata, my childhood friend. She was the daughter of the Overseer."

"Daughter of the Overseer?" Lily grinned. "I'm sure she was a lovely young woman."

The courier looked a little misty. "Yeah. She was. Probably still is."

Lily pulled a handkerchief that used to be a small tablecloth from inside her overalls and handed it over. "Maybe we can go back there together, pumpkin," she offered. "I always wanted to travel to the capital. We can visit your friends, see the sights."

"Yeah, maybe someday." The courier accepted the gift and blew their nose. "I've got some things I need to finish up here before I even think about wandering back east, though."

"Then let's make a list and do our chores," Lily said happily. "Number one?"

"Ohhhh, man." The courier smiled up at her. "I wouldn't even know where to start."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul got a faint smile on his face whenever the courier started up like this, as if their memories reminded him of another place he had come from, another time. While they couldn't have more different backgrounds, pasts- hell, he had several hundred years on the courier, even if they shared the same road today- there was something in the description of the other roads they had walked that made him feel warm on a cold night.

"What's on your mind?" The courier asked him one night, when Raul's smile grew larger than usual.

"Nada, boss," he reassured them. "You're just a good reminder that I can change my mind about the future anytime I'd like. Tell me the one about that radio DJ again."

"Again?" The courier rolled their eyes. "Why? I could tell you a million stories about Underworld and all the ghouls that lived there, but all you want to hear about is Three Dog. You'd probably have more in common with the Underworld folks, honestly."

Raul nodded noncommittally. "Sí, but my favorite stories are about people who had to rise above bad situations and become someone uncommon. Anyone who's able to do that is either fighting for something great or running from something terrible. Sometimes both."

The courier shot him a skeptical look. "Three Dog's holed up in his radio station 24/7, he's not running from anything or out fighting for anything. All that stuff about 'the good fight' is a load of bull."

"Now, now, Six," Raul chastised. "Just because he looks like your average pendejo doesn't mean he isn't doing his part. You even told me his radio show is inspirational for the Capital Wasteland folks."

The courier held their hands up in the air and bobbled them, as if balancing an invisible scale. "The duality of man. Being an average pendejo, or convincing everyone around you that you aren't actually an average pendejo and can pull off miracles."

Raul laughed. "And which one are you, boss?"

"Eh, I'm still figuring it out."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass was never one for fixating on her own past, but she couldn't help but sympathize with the courier whenever they deigned to add onto their unbelievable story. It was hard enough for her to navigate her own damn life: She couldn't imagine being called upon to steer an entire area's destiny.

After another night of recalling their life inside a vault with their dad, then their unexpected loss of him right after being reunited on the surface, the courier stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry," they said.

Cass paused her swig of precious whiskey. "What?"

"I keep going on and on about my dad, and here you are not knowing what happened to yours."

"Eh." Cass took her drink and waved her hand around until the burning swallow made its way down. "S'loads of people in the wasteland without a clue what happened to their pops. I'm not special. In fact, I'd say it probably hurts a bit more, what happened with yours."

"Well, all the same." The courier sank deeper into their seat and examined their own bottle of spirits. "I feel like an open book, tonight. Anything you want to know about where I came from that I haven't already spilled?"

Cass thought for a moment. "Tribals."

"What about them?"

"Does the East Coast have them? You're not the first traveler I've met from there, but none of you have so much as mentioned any tribals out east."

"Mmm." The courier looked thoughtful. "I guess we do have them, though maybe not in the traditional sense. There's a mess of them in Point Lookout for sure, and at least one tribal group in the Capital Wasteland outright, but beyond that things are more... loose. Fewer intact families, fewer intact homes."

"Huh." Cass took another drink. "Maybe that's where my dad went."

She let the courier stew in the awkward silence for a bit before she grinned and reached out to smack them. "Just kidding. Keep going. I want to hear about that giant robot again."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica usually sat and listened, spellbound, picturing a chapter of her order that had realized the very thing she kept trying to tell the Elders and made the ultimate sacrifice to follow their hearts anyway.

Well, maybe Elder Owyn Lyons hadn't come to the same realization as her, but he had had a change of heart that split his company and cut them off from almost everyone they had ever known. It had been five years since the High Elders had instituted radio silence toward their East Coast chapter, and so far there had been no attempts to re-establish contact.

Veronica prodded the courier for any info she could get about the Capital Wasteland Brotherhood of Steel. The courier let slip pretty early in their friendship that Elder Owyn Lyons had passed away, which wasn't unexpected. The man was 76 years old, after all. She learned on one particularly emotional night that his daughter, Elder Sarah Lyons, was also dead, something she wasn't sure even the Western Elders were aware of. That memory was clearly painful for the courier though, so Veronica didn't press for details.

"And the Enclave?" the Scribe asked one night, arms wrapped around her knees. "Are they completely gone?"

The courier grew cold. "Yes. I made sure of it."

"Right." Veronica nodded. "So the Brotherhood took over the air force base they were at. It must have been chock-full of tech and resources, if it was the Enclave's last stand."

"It was." The courier sighed and shifted in their seat. "And it woke up some of our brothers and sisters to their original mission in the Capital Wasteland. I thought maybe that selfishness had died with Liberty Prime, but... well, I didn't like it, so I left."

"Mmm, yeah." Veronica nodded again, sympathetically this time. "I know how you feel. Felt."

"Feel," the courier agreed. "I just wish there was more I could've done. Maybe there wasn't anything else, short of seizing power."

"You'd definitely get pushback for that in the Brotherhood," Veronica agreed. "But you might get that chance out here in the broader Mojave."

ED-E: At first, ED-E enjoyed the stories, trumpeting and cooing various beeps at the appropriate moments for emphasis. The one time the courier began badmouthing the Enclave, however, the eyebot waited until they had finished before playing back the first tape that Dr. Whitley had recorded before its trip.

The courier listened to the scientist's words from years ago, deflating slightly as it played out. When the tape had finished, they stood up and checked the eyebot over. "He sent you toward Navarro, huh?"

ED-E beeped affirmation, and the courier sighed. "But Navarro was already gone. I'm sorry. I guess I'm... well, me and the Brotherhood of Steel back east are responsible for your previous master's decision to send you away. Might be responsible for more, too."

ED-E beeped sadly. The courier pressed their forehead against the eyebot's metal dome in apology.

Rex: Well, surprising for most. Rex was not most. As soon as the courier got really into their recollections, Rex usually yawned and went to sleep. He stirred when he felt their hand reach down to scratch the ruff of his neck, or pat the glass dome that held his brain.

"Good dog," the courier said, through the veil of sleep. "You remind me of another pup that used to follow me around."

[4ragon]

I'm not the original anonymous but I would extremely want to see that essay about Apollo's trust issues.

Also since I just finished Spirit of Justice, do you think Lamiroir ever told Trucy/Apollo about her and if so what would be their reactions?

Let’s see if I can write this up without crying again like I did on twitter.

So a while ago a friend of mine asked me why I liked Apollo, and I really couldn’t put my finger on it. I knew he was my favorite, but unlike Simon Blackquill, I hadn’t done that deep dive into figuring out why. I’d always just sort of loved him, and was never able to pinpoint the part that made me care about him so much. It drove me crazy, too, I love rambling about characters that I love, and I love writing from Apollo’s perspective more than anything. So why did I love him? Why did I care about him?

Well. I figured it out. I figured out my answer.

I think there are two things that characterize Apollo more than anything. One: He has trust issues. He genuinely believes that the people around him don’t give a shit about him. Especially after being betrayed multiple times in that first trial, he truly and deeply believes that the people around him are only trying to hurt him and is too scared to really believe that they care about him.

And two: He cares so much about the people around him that he constantly helps them anyway.

So like. And I won’t tag her because I don’t think she’d appreciate it, but I was watching the laquilasse AA4 stream last night, and the entire opening of Turnabout Corner is so striking to me, especially right after the end of Turnabout Trump. At the end of Turnabout Trump, Apollo’s trust and belief in Phoenix is finally and thoroughly shattered, and Apollo lashes out, punching Phoenix in the face. And for good reason! That was a huge breach of trust! Apollo literally did the exact thing that got Phoenix disbarred, namely present evidence that wasn’t real. Sure, they never exactly claimed it was the real deal, but Apollo didn’t even know it was faked, he just trusted Phoenix and this new piece of evidence and it almost fucked him over. It did sort of fuck him over, he did lose his job and his Mentor.

And then, Phoenix calls him and says that they’re in trouble, and Apollo doesn’t even question it, of course he shows up to help.

Like. You can feel how much he mistrusts Trucy on their first meeting, in everything he does and says. Especially when Trucy and Phoenix are in the same room, he’s actively thinking about how he doesn’t ‘buy their act’ when Phoenix is calling Trucy daughter-ly nicknames. And then, in a way, he’s kind of right? They guilt him into essentially being their errand boy, and I feel like they’re constantly and loudly using him throughout so much of the game.

And Apollo was there anyway. Apollo doesn’t even trust them and he’s still there the first instant Phoenix says he needs his help.

Like you can loudly do and say whatever you want and crush his dreams and betray his trust, and despite everything, there’s always that part of Apollo that desperately needs to help anyone who asks him. He can’t even bring himself to trust them, and he’s still crawling back the moment someone needs him, ready to let them disappoint him over again.

Like this struck me about Apollo from the moment I played AA4, but he’s so lonely? And desperate for connection? He cares so much about a world that has always and consistently never cared about him, and he just keeps caring and keeps caring even as that starry-eyed naivete is ripped away. And I feel like he just wants someone to care about him back, but never really able to believe that they do, because they never really seem to, because every time he allows himself to trust it’s just thrown back in his face so horribly.

Here’s an interesting thing I noticed: in Turnabout Trump, there’s a really interesting line. Phoenix has accused Kristoph of being the murderer, the extra person in the room. Kristoph takes the stand and claims to have witnessed the moment Phoenix committed the murder. And this exchange happens:

Apollo: There must have been someone else there at the moment of the crime!

Kristoph: Justice... I just said I saw no one. Not a soul.

Apollo: B-But, that goes against what Mr. Wright said!

Kristoph: Ah yes, this mysterious "fourth person"... ...who would conveniently be the "real killer", I suppose.

And this is well past the point where Phoenix has accused Kristoph of being that person. There’s no possibility at this point that they’re both innocent, it’s either one or the other. And Apollo is still so desperately trying to find a way for them both to be innocent, basically saying, “Just give me a fourth person and I’ll believe you.” And then Kristoph turned out to be a monster, and then Phoenix turned out to have betrayed Apollo from the start, and as far as Apollo is ever aware, none of the care from either of these men was ever real. He trusted, and he suffered the consequences.

But again. He’s still there. Someone pointed out a while ago, but Apollo stays. Apollo shows up to the Wright Talent Agency under false pretenses, and he complains and hems and haws, and he still stays. Why?

Phoenix and Trucy loudly manipulate him into working their case. They’re perfectly happy to flaunt that they’re basically tricking him. And he stays. Why?

Because Apollo can’t trust them, but he wants to so fucking bad. He doesn’t even seem to like Phoenix that much, but he wants that connection so fucking bad. He cares about them so much and he doesn’t believe for a second that they extend that feeling back at him, and he’s compelled to stay anyway.

He knows Trucy is practically using him, and he’s a sobbing mess when he thinks she was kidnapped for a few minutes. He’s cynical and mean and it’s all just to cover up the fact that he loves all these people around him with all his heart and they never once pay it back. And he comes back anyway. He’s like a fucking loyal dog that is never given enough affection and so he’s constantly trying harder and harder to earn that love while never believing he’ll ever really get it.

(Shit nope crying again)

It’s just so sad. And this is all without adding anything from the 3D games. The 3D games do build on this theme in one way or another, but from the get go, this is who Apollo is. A caring young man who is constantly punished for caring and yet can’t stop caring anyway.

We see it again in the 3D games. And I think part of why I don’t enjoy DD as much as SoJ is that DD doesn’t capture this mistrust the same way. It’s so surface level, that sense of betrayal and mistrust and anger he gets consumed by in that final case. And the worst part is it doesn’t have to be! There’s already that foundation! Apollo has been hurt already a million times. The only person he’s ever been able to trust, the only lifeline that’s kept him above water since he was a child, was Clay Terran, and now that was taken from him because he DARED to trust someone new. That’s so fucking compelling! But we never get that! We never get to see how Apollo is feeling. We get that he’s convinced Athena did the murder, but never really get into the Why, into the What This Means for Apollo.

It’s a bit better in SoJ. We see how far he’s come in terms of trusting people when he trusts in Trucy wholly and immediately in case two. And then, conversely, we see his mistrust and hurt when they introduce Dhurke into the mix. Apollo refuses point blank to believe that Dhurke had come to visit him, that Dhurke cared about him. Apollo demands to know why Dhurke was there, what Dhurke wanted, how Dhurke was going to use him. He’s been able to slowly start building that trust with people like Trucy, but he still cannot let himself trust again when Dhurke had already betrayed that trust.

I said it before, but as much as I hate the slapdash ways in which Capcom keeps throwing backstory at this boy, I love what the backstories are, because they build on this angry, cynical, lonely young man I care about so much. He’s been hurt and abandoned and used and betrayed since he was young, and being good never truly paid off for so long, but he kept doing it, he kept being good, he kept caring about people because he couldn’t help it, and kept hoping that maybe they could care back. And eventually I think it does start paying off for him. People do start caring about him. And I feel like it takes until around SoJ for him to start really believing that the people around him might care about him too.

Also congrats on finishing SoJ! Since there’s a very good chance that they might be announcing AA7 soon, I...hope? fear? expect? that they’ll touch on this then. However, I also worry that they’re going to botch it up so hard.

I know what I want to happen. I want Trucy to be angry. I want her to be angry at Lamiroir and Phoenix. She is constantly putting on a mask to try to make the people she loves happy, and I feel like this is a reasonable breaking point. After all, this is kind of the one thing that Phoenix hasn’t been honest with her about. She had a brother right there, and knew the whole time?! She had a mother there the whole time?! And no one bothered to tell her?! I think she’d be heartbroken, and I think she deserves to be angry. She’s been through so much, and they never give her time to really grieve or be upset.

I think Apollo would be ecstatic and angry at the same time. All he’s ever wanted was family, and now he does! He already loved Trucy, and thought Lamiroir was amazing, so I think he would be so happy to have that family back in his life. On the flip side, I do think he’d be angry at Phoenix, particularly for keeping it to himself before Lamiroir came into the picture, but I think if they talked it out, Apollo would come around to it and be able to forgive Phoenix.

[creepypasta-headcanons]

How you met them

Jeff:

Your parents had to send you to a boarding school due to them being extremely busy with their jobs and them wanting a very intelligent and we'll behaved kid.

Well, things never went like that. Your first weeks in that place were decent, but with the passing of the days, the teachers started to show their true colors.

Some of them were nice, others way more strict but still friendly...and the PE teacher. The school assigned your group a male weird teacher, that was cool with you on your first classes, and then things got perverted.

You wanted to get out of that place and he was the main reason, but also your only hope. He said he would run away with you and be happy, and that's what you did...well, with the exception you tried to knock him out to have time to escape using a fire extinguisher, but it seems that you hit him way too hard in the head.

Luckily you were able to run away fast, and you decided to hide inside an old looking house. Karma, that house was the one where Jeff and his brother grew up together. Jeff was casually walking around the place, and he saw something moving.

He was ready to kill you but then he saw your face, your expression...your eyes.

There was murder in your eyes. Your soul was no longer pure.

“—What the fuck do you think you're doing inside my house? —”

“—GAH! I am so sorry, please, don't tell anyone I'm here...they'll lock me up oh my god. —” And then, you fainted. Jeff took a deep breath to calm his anger, and decided to take you to the Creepyhouse to torture you.

At the end of the day, he never harmed you. He literally just forgot that you were in his room chained up to the wall and your mouth covered with masking tape because Eyeless Jack wanted to show him a dead squirrel that he found earlier.

Later, he went to his room and decided that before killing you he would chat a little bit to know why were you inside his old home.

Nina:

You talked to her at school before, but when she appeared in the news something was extremely off.

"—Someone or something is watching me... —” you thought. The feeling was uneasy but somehow safe.

Later at night, you were laying in your bed crying. You missed Nina. A lot, even if you two chatted a little bit at school.

You were sobbing terribly.

“—...Nina, please...I hope you are okay now... —”

After that sentence, a very loud sound startled your ears. You sat up in your bed and looked at the door: Nina.

“—Please, come with me. We'll live a better life now. —” you had to admit that your decision was kinda weird and stupid. You were living a cool life now, why would you start another one with her?

Oh, yeah, probably because she is holding a knife to your throat.

Eyeless Jack:

You were carefully walking through the forest, looking for some animals to kill. This was your only source of food due to your house and family being far away from everything in a little abandoned town.

You found a rabbit and tried to shoot at it with a big rock but it ran away. You gave the first step to run behind it but unluckily you stepped on a trap that tied you to a nearby tree with a chain.

Three hours passed, and the sun was going down. You were extremely hungry, dizzy and scared. The fact that you heard heavy footsteps didn't help at all.

“—Oh, cool. —”, you heard someone say out loud.

“— Can you please get me te fuck out of here? I am so hungry I think I'm going to die, oh God. —” your stomach growled loudly.

The strange masked guy walked slowly to you, and lowered his head to your ear.

“— Would you eat... something weird? —”, okay, this dude's vibes are extremely off.

“— I'll eat anything. —” and with you saying this, he pulled from his blue hoodie something that looked like a human organ. Ok, now you were scared shitless.

“— E A T. —” he said while getting that thing in his hand closer to your mouth.

You ate it all. What the fuck.

He took you to an abandoned place and when he asked if you wanted to stay here you showed that you didn't really care about your family or friends, proving him that you are one of them.

Sally:

You had a sister that was similar to her, but one day, she was kidnapped from school. This bad news affected your whole family and life.

One family in particular never gave up. Nope, it wasn't your family, they were the Williams.

A couple that once had a beautiful and innocent child, a family that broke apart because of a dirty man that ruined their lives, a family nobody really talked to due to the depressed aura around them. A family that had a daughter.

You always loved them because of the way the acted towards you. They treated you like you were one of them. They told you about their dead daughter and why they wanted to help you.

Still looking for your sister, you decided to have some time alone, some distraction. You went to the graveyard to talk to Sally's tombstone to tell her what's happening right now and how you feel about it.

You found it. It was kinda isolated, away from the other graves. This one had dead tulips, now you're replacing them with fresh and beautiful white roses.

“— H-Hi, Sally...I... —” you felt dumb, and numb.

“— I wanted to talk to you about my life. I know we never met, but I'm pretty sure you were a beautiful and full of life young girl. Your parents miss you so much, and that's why I'm here. My little sister...she....she was kidnapped some month ago and I-I'm really scared about what could be happening to her right now and I-If she's being raped, or if someone is selling her, or...or...—”, the ambience was weird. You took a deep breath.

“— what if she's dead? —” you were sobbing right now.

Something poked your leg.

“— Let me help you. —” when you looked down, you were met by two beautiful green eyes. Sally is by your side.

“— Go to the Michael's Mafia House. He has your sister. I'll bring some friends to help you, okay?—” you hugged her. Her voice was similar to your little sister's one.

Sally disappeared and adrenaline was running through your veins. You went to your house and immediately started looking for one of your favorite knifes from your dad's collection. When you were passing by the living room, you saw your beloved mother lying on the old couch, staring at your sister's picture. You smiled.

You started running towards the place Sally told you to.

The friends she was talking about were some creepypastas, they helped you to get to the boss office and encouraged you to kill him, wich you did. And you enjoyed every single second of it.

At the end, you found the place were your sister was kept captive and freed her and the other people trapped in there. She had clear signals of abuse like the other victims. You felt so angry, but she was okay. Everything was going to be better now, right?

Well, no. The rest of the mafia started looking for you and your family, and they had to move. Things were never the same, you started killing all the guys that showed up to your door to harm your people, and this interested Slenderman.

You ended up visiting the creepyhouse once a month because you had to stay with your family to protect them from the mafia.

Slenderman:

This is the same story as Sally's one. Sometimes you bring your sister with you to play with Sally, and while they played you talked with Slenderman about a plan to get rid of all those mafia members.

He wanted to help since he saw your potential, but he thought that the fact you had to protect your family slowed down your progress at training to be a murderer.

You felt extremely satisfied when you killed, and this was the other reason why you wanted to keep training with him apart of wanting to protect your family at all costs.

_______

I'm sorry if there are some misspellings or weird incoherences, english is not my first language and I made this blog because I wanted to practice my English, writing and drawing skills all at once lmao

[conaionaru]

The drowned girl

Little Menace

Synopsis: What if Siggy never died and was raised by loving parents that cared for her and taught her the way of the Gods? What if the little Völva was raised by Floki and Helga (because fuck Bjorn!)

Warnings: canon divergence (duh), violence, past child neglect, child abandonment, bad parenting

I don’t own the gifs.

Bjorn looked at Floki and Helga, waiting for the good news to be said. If the boatbuilder kept his promise and built him the means to leave, Bjorn Ironside could sail to an unknown land and discover what no one had dreamt of.

"What do you say, Helga? What shall we tell him?" Floki mocked his tone, teasing, trying to drag the pretense on.

Bjorn looked at the kind blonde. "We think that it won't be long until you have boats ready and able to take you to the Mediterranean Sea!"

The Ragnarsson lit up at the information until Floki scoffed at the Viking's excitement. "If it exists."

"Of course, it exists!"

"It's just a map, Bjorn. Marks on a paper. A child could have drawn it." Floki cut him off, causing the younger boy to frown. "How can we know if it's real?"

"I learned from my father. The only way to tell if something is real..." He laid a small boat on in the water and pushed it away from the shore. "Is to sail there. I hope you'll come with me, Floki."

"Are you joking? The lure of an imaginary land. Traveling somewhere that doesn't exist?" Floki laughed in his mad way and grinned happily. "Of course, I am coming."

"And I hope you will come too, Helga." The blonde healer smiled at them, amused.

"Well, if Floki is mad enough to go, then I guess I will follow."

Bjorn cheered up at the answer, happy to know that his father's friends would be there to see him achieve his dream. What bothered him, though, was the silence. Something was off. "Where is she?" The tall Ragnarsson looked around them and up the trees, looking for a familiar face or shape. But he saw nothing.

"Went to collect some herbs a while ago," Helga explained, frowning at the relieved sigh the boy let out in return.

A girl in a long scarf sat by the shore, the dark teal fabric hiding her hair from the gentle breeze that swept by. Her bare feet were burrowed in the sand, while her hands held the scarf in a death grip.

The waves mercilessly hit the shore, washing away any imperfections from the sand. But the girl sat there, unmoving. If it wasn't for the rise and fall of her chest, she might have seemed dead. Her lips are in a thin line, a vertical stripe drawn down her chin, with another symbol between her eyes, strands of blonde hair sway in the wind around her face.

But the most shocking feature of this girl are her kohl-lined eyes, as white as milk, unblinking and unseeing. She appears to be in a trance, the world passing by her as she sits there—the calm before the storm.

Despite her ears being deaf to the world, she still heard voices, painful screams, and the hissing of snakes sounded in her head. She saw a snake curled around an arrow, drowning in a river of blood. She could feel the red liquid against her bare feet, wetting her dress.

A raven croaked over her head, drawing her from her state. With the blink of an eye, her white pupils changed to blue, the same shade as the waters before her. She looked up at the position of the sun and sighed in annoyance. With some difficulty, she rose to her feet with a bunch of flowers in one of her hands.

The blonde girl walked up a hill, pulling down the scarf from her head, her wild hair flying behind her in a fury. She sat upon the mountain, putting a bouquet of wildflowers on a small grave, pulling the weeds out, and tossing it away.

The painted girl patted the child's grave, lovingly, and sighed. "I would sing to you, but you have suffered enough, no? I am sailing away soon to Bjorn's imaginary sea. Don't miss me too much."

She left the hill, passing by some playing children and fishers who run around in excitement or got ready to work. She ignored the noise around her, striding towards her goal—the forge. The people around her gossiped with each other, the name of Ragnar Lothbrok falling from their lips. Apparently, the king returned to Kattegat after years of absence; she could care less.

An older woman glared at the young blonde, pulling her child behind her as if to protect it from a rabid animal. "Freak." She spat under her breath, glaring at the unbothered teen.

People avoided her like the plague as if she was no better than the thralls and cattle. Goats were more loved than her around the town. But she didn't care for their feelings, or them for the matter.

"Sigurd." She greeted the man who stood out the forge strumming his oud, humming a cheerful tune with a scowl on his face, trying to distract himself from his thoughts.

"Siggy." The Ragnarsson nodded at her, the lines on his forehead relaxing as he looked the blonde over. She carried herself in the usual swagger, her feet bare and eyes crazy. "Did you hear what happened?"

She snorted and plopped down next to him, taking the oud out of his hands and plucking at the strings with no talent or intention to play. It annoyed him when she used his things, so of course, she did it as often as possible. "Ragnar's back. I heard people curse his name. But do tell what he did."

Sigurd spat on the ground and glared at the dirt, making her stop messing around and look at him in question. "The settlement in Wessex was destroyed right after he left, which he knew of but did nothing! And now he came back, not to reunite with his family or apologize to his people. He wants to sail to England instead."

Siggy giggled at the explanation and jumped up, twirling around the support beam before dropping the music instrument in his lap and continuing her twirls. "He wants revenge like everyone does. People died because of him in every fight, so why are you angry that he wants people to die again? Tis nothing new, Sigurd."

He shook his head angrily before dismissing the issue and talking to her about more pleasant things. "I caught a fox. Do you want the pelt?"

Siggy shook her head, snagging an apple from a merchant's cart and then another one from another food stand. "Keep your lame pelts. I told you I want a bearskin!"

The Ragnarsson rolled his eyes at her and strummed his instrument as his niece stole another apple and juggled them cheerily, ignoring his stern look. "You shouldn't steal, Siggy! You have money!"

"You are the rich one, not me. And I am hungry." She snorted, catching the apple in her mouth midair, wiggling her thin eyebrows at him in a mocking manner.

It felt nice to be around each other without the pressure of Sigurd's bloodline around them. People avoided him when he was around Siggy, the girl too wild and violent for anyone to spend time with her. All but Sigurd were cautious about their words around her.

The Viking with the serpent in his eye was not afraid of her at all. In his eyes, she was the same as when they were children, his lonely friend. Siggy used to be too scared to leave the Great Hall, dirty and neglected by everybody.

"You should be nicer to me, anyway. I am leaving soon, you know? What if I never return? Would you miss me?" She joked dramatically, skipping around the dirty ground with her bare feet

"I suppose I would miss your shrill voice. The silence will be haunting." Sigurd said sarcastically, earning a punch on the shoulder from his niece.

Siggy giggled delightedly, the sound the same as the cackles Floki let out when happy. So much has changed since she was a child; the little blonde wasn't a child anymore; she was now a young woman hungry for adventure.

She was so happy when Bjorn announced that he is leaving to find the place on his map that she didn't even care that it meant going with him. Siggy wanted to see the world; she was an explorer, far too nosy and curious for her own good. But Sigurd supposed it was a family trait; she was just like Ragnar and Bjorn.

"Try not to kill him, Siggy."

"No promises, Sig." Throwing away the last apple core, she spoke to him in a serious tone, her hatred for her biological father obvious. Ragnar's eldest son was far too mouthy towards her, considering he is to blame for all her shortcomings. After all, Siggy wouldn't be an outcast and madwoman if he had been a better father to her.

Truth to be told, Siggy was happy with how her life turned out; she had Helga and Floki, she was sure they were far better parents than Bjorn could have ever been. She pitied his children with Torvi, the poor children were probably neglected, and their mother had to raise them independently. Otherwise, where was the fault if not in him as a father? He couldn't just hate her and love the rest of his children.

Helga and Floki loved her and treated her like their own, so she can't be the issue. Bjorn never cared to explain himself, and they avoided each other like the plague. Whenever he came to visit Floki, she left for the woods or to annoy the Ragnarsons.

Siggy parted ways from Sigurd, who left to train with his brothers. She needed to return home before Helga started to worry; the poor woman would go gray at this rate. Floki already said he was bald because of her and Ivar, which was a lie; it was all Ivar's fault; he was more annoying in her opinion.

"Siggy, there you are! Come help me stitch this sail." Helga called out to her adoptive daughter, smiling when she saw the girl safe and sound. She knew that Siggy could take care of herself, but ever since she lost Angrboða, she was worried about her. After all, the gods tried to take her once before, trying to drown her in the river when she was barely four years old.

Siggy was Helga's second chance at motherhood, maybe Floki didn't want a child anymore, but in the end, they got one anyway. Perhaps not of their blood, but Siggy was their daughter, even if not by name.

"Tighten it better and take your time; a good sail is not made in a day." She reminded the younger girl, watching her thin fingers work carefully. Siggy was skilled with sharp things, no matter if blade or needle. But she was always too restless for needlework; everytime, she started a piece and then ran off.

The two worked side by side in silence, while Floki carved details into the prow. It's supposed to be a bear head, meant to honor Bjorn. Siggy hoped it looked just a stupid as him, but knowing the boat builders' work, it would be beautiful.

"Did you pack your things?"

"Yes, Helga."

"All of them? Even the furs?"

"It's gonna be hot there. I don't need furs."

"You don't know that. Pack some just to be sure."

Siggy sighed and looked at her adoptive mother with a begging face. "Yes, Helga." The older blonde ignored the mocking tone and smiled in satisfaction.

Floki snickered behind them and dropped a bow and arrow in Siggy's lap. "Catch something big. We will sacrifice it to Thor later."

"Isn't Aslaug making a sacrifice?"

Floki shook his head and tapped her forehead with a pout on his lips. "This one is to give you more wits. I can't have you dying stupidly. Helga would kill me."

With a scoff, she slapped his hand away, ignoring his giggles as she went out into the woods. Hunting was always her favorite pastime, other than annoying people. The woods were silent; the gods guided her hands as she became a predator and came back covered in blood. What was there not to love?

Walking barefoot over the grass, Siggy enjoyed the serenity and quiet. It was nice to be surrounded by the woods where she grew up. Ever since she was four, the forest was a part of her home. Climbing the trees like a squirrel and gathering herbs with Helga or Aslaug was when she was happiest.

Despite her indifference to the Queen, she was thankful for her company. Aslaug taught her about her gift and how to use it, teaching her the bits that Floki lacked when it came to Völvas. The woman also gave birth to Sigurd, so that was a good thing too. It was also easier to forget that Aslaug left her to the thralls instead of raising her herself. With four children of her own and her husband away, Siggy was too much of a burden on her.

Sometimes when she was young and bored, she wondered what it would have been like living with the Ragnarssons and being raised in Kattegat instead of here. What she might have been like as Aslaug's granddaughter instead of her ward. But those were childish fantasies and a waste of time.

The snapping of a twig broke her train of thought. Siggy stopped in her track and sharpened her ears to any other sounds. Another noise followed, and a deer walked out behind a tree. The animal didn't notice her yet and happily ate, unaware of its upcoming doom.

Siggy drew her arrow and carefully aimed the weapon at the deer. A crow flew from the tree the moment the animal dropped to the ground. Siggy walked to the still twitching deer on the floor; an arrow ebbed in his chest.

"The gods will be happy; you are a pretty one." She grinned in victory and kneeled before the animal to pick it up. "Come on, don't be difficult." Narrowly missing a flailing antler taking out her eye, she threw the animal over her shoulder and carried it home. Humming a song tune Helga sang to her as a child, Siggy returned home only to hear a foreign voice talking to Floki.

Slowly she let the animal to the ground and climbed up a tree to watch the visitor from afar. He was bald with a beard and dressed in rags. But by the way, he talked to Floki and Helga; he must be an old friend.

A crow sat down on the branch next to her and croaked into her ear. "Shut up." The bird continued the persistent noise, only tilting his head as if to mock her. "Gods, you are more annoying the Ivar. Shoo. Shoo." The crow inched closer to her and cawed louder, right in front of her face. "Fuck off!"

"Stop bullying the birds and come down!" Floki's voice carried out from under the tree, causing the blonde teen to scoff. Leaping off the tall tree, Siggy landed in a crouch and picked herself up from the sandy ground. Making her way to Helga, Floki, and the stranger, Siggy sprinted to her seat by the fire. "What did you catch?"

"Deer."

Plopping down next to the stranger, Siggy leaned into his personal space to stare at his aged face that was pulled in a grimace. The blue eyes and quirky smirk were somewhat familiar to her but still a little bit foreign. "Nice to meet you."

"Stop harassing Ragnar. He is a visitor. Play nice for once, huh." Siggy frowned at the name that Floki spoke and leaned away from the once Greatest man alive.

"I imagined you taller. With more hair." She exclaimed, shrugging her shoulders and reaching for the plate with soup, ignoring the man who chuckled at her nonchalant statement.

Helga ruffled Siggy's hair affectionately and filled a bowl of soup for Ragnar as well. The older man thanked her and watched the young blonde female waiting for a name from her. "Don't mind Siggy; she isn't that fond of people."

Ragnar's eyes widened in slight shock at the name reveal. There was only one blonde Siggy, the girl's age that he knew. Bjorn's daughter Siggy - his granddaughter. He looked at Helga for her to confirm his suspicions, so the woman nodded in agreement.

He opened his mouth to tell her something, but the girl cut him off. "Don't bother. I don't care:"

"Siggy." Scolded Helga.

The younger female rolled her eyes and waved her hand while talking. "You told me not to tell lies. I am simply honest. I don't care what he has to say. Sigurd told me he is back and what he did. I could care less for either."

Floki snickered at her indifferent speech and smirked at Ragnar proudly. No matter if she was of Ragnar's blood, Siggy was more like Floki himself. Crazy with the touches of Helga in between.

"But if you touch any of my stuff, you will pay for it with your life, old man." Ragnar snickered at her statement and looked at her with a challenging glint in his eyes.

"What makes you think you could beat me?"

Siggy scoffed and counted on her fingers. "You are old, in pain from your wound. Meanwhile, I am young, fast, and know your weaknesses from Floki."

"Also stupidly brave and possibly suicidal."

Smirking at his remark, Siggy leaned into his face again and chuckled darkly. "Maybe. Or maybe I am certain that if I stabbed you in a dark corner, no one would come to your aid. Especially not your oldest son."

Ragnar grimaced at her truthful words and looked down at his hands that still held the bowl with soup. "You don't like Bjorn."

"For someone who has been away for a long time, you catch up quickly." She stood up from her seat and walked to the water to play with Floki's mini boats. "He is a lot like you, you know? A shit father just like you. You must be very proud."

"Siggy!" Helga scolded, apologizing for her daughter's behavior and running after her. "What happened today. You are being awfully mean today, Siggy."

The blonde snorted and pushed the model ship around the water.

The water created soft waves around the small boat, calming her earlier anger. "We will sail with Bjorn."

"You don't have to go if you don't want to. You could stay with Sigurd. I am sure he won't mind. Or I can stay as well. We could have some time alone and make some new dresses for us. I think yellow would suit you well."

Her reflection in the water looked pissed off. The tangled blonde hair and bright blue eyes of her biological father were a permanent reminder of who she really was. No face paint or mannerism could cover-up whose daughter she was. "I don't want a dress, Helga. I want to fight and have an adventure." Siggy hissed in anger and slapped the water, destroying her reflection. Helga jumped in surprise but calmed down when she saw Siggy's concerned look.

"Then what is the problem? You will be with Floki and me. You can talk to Hvitserk and other warriors. You don't have to talk or look at Bjorn at all." Helga whispered softly, stroking Siggy's dirty cheek tenderly. Closing her tormented eyes, Siggy sighed as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders.

"What matters is the adventure and the glory, not Bjorn. What matters is you, not them—none of them or their whispers." Siggy nodded and stood up to take a stroll.

"I will go for a walk. Meet you at the Hall for the celebration."

Helga watched the teen walk away solemnly. "Be careful!" Siggy waved her hand at her and left without looking back.

Running through the woods barefoot at dawn felt great. The birds were up and chipper while the rest of the world slowly woke up around her. Her blonde hair flowed behind her as she jumped into a puddle of mud and enjoyed the squishy feeling in between her toes.

"Come, the best trees are up here!" Called Floki hiking up the hill before them, passing other tall trees on the way.

Siggy runs behind him, touching every tree and remembering the textures of every bark. "Why not this one? It feels good."

Floki turned on his heel and circled around the tree in a weird dance before shaking his head. "No, no. Not good enough. This one needs more time. But when it gets older. I will make a pretty boat out of it."

Siggy pouted and hugged the tree in protest, pushing her face against the bark. "I like this one! Do something out of it, Floki! Pleaseeeee!"

The boatbuilder rolled his eyes and pried her from the tree. He held her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes for a bit before chuckling in his peculiar way. "Both you and the tree will grow, and when you are both older, this tree will be the first plank for your very own boat."

Her blue eyes practically sparkled at the thought, and she grinned in excitement. All her earlier sadness and frustration were forgotten. "You will make me a boat? A real big one?"

Floki chuckled and continued his way uphill, Siggy climbing behind him. "Of course! Every voyager needs a ship."

"How do you know I will be a voyager?"

"I can see it in your eyes. You will sail all over the world and see many exciting things." Siggy grinned in victory and sprinted up the hill to a tall oak tree.

She hugged it and smirked down at Floki, who nodded in agreement and let her mark the tree with a knife. He would cut it down later when she was further away. First, they will need to find more trees. "Will people love me when I am older?"

He looked down at the hopeful eyes of his adoptive daughter and sighed. "People don't always love great men and women. They envy them as they envy the gods. Be true to the gods and yourself, and they will reward you."

Siggy opened her eyes, the milky white color fading from them. She sighed in annoyance and watched the waves move in the moonlight. The Great Hall was alive with drunken cheers and brawls, but she felt content by the shore.

When she returned home from her walk, Helga and Floki already left to join the celebrations, so she got ready alone. The pink dress that Helga made for her, especially for tonight, felt too delicate on her. How were those battle-hardened men supposed to fear her if she looked like a soft flower?

Siggy was anything but soft. Sigurd always said she was a hurricane with skin. Easy on the eyes but secretly dangerous. Men will still underestimate women; that was an unspoken rule that always pissed her off. They would respect her skinny mad genius of an adoptive father before they even thought about not treating her like an object. Of course, they will lose an eye or hand for that, but the audacity was still annoying.

Let them look at her and think her small, and then they will shit their pants when they see her beheading enemies. The day Siggy the Drowned settled for a peaceful life, Ragnarok would come. She is Viking and Vikings aren't to be disrespected or underestimated.  

With one last sigh, Siggy turned on her hell and discarded her fur cloak to show off her bare arms to the horny eyes of the drunk people. Sigurd sat on a table near Aslaug, his brothers all around him. Floki and Helga talked to some foreigners on the other side of the Hall.

Merrily skipping towards them made the younger of the two foreigners look at her in curiosity. "You disappoint me, Floki. I wanted to butcher the deer myself."

"You snooze, you lose, Little Menace." The boatbuilder snickered and pulled her closer to show her off to his friends. "This is our daughter Siggy. These are King Harald and his brother Halfdan."

"Ah, yes. The conqueror and his shadow. I am a huge fan of how you take over one kingdom after another—the reason why is disappointing, though."

Harald and Halfdan both frowned in anger but said nothing back to her. Not even an hour here, and she already pissed off two people. At this rate, she would hit her personal record of how many people she can bug in a day.  

"Be nice, Siggy. We are to sail with them to the Mediterranean." Helga softly scolded and shot Floki a glare when she saw him enjoying the exchange too much.

"You have a very unique daughter. I wouldn't expect anything else from you, Floki." Halfdan finally broke the silence looking the young teen over. Slightly unruly blonde hair, face paint, blue eyes with a crazy glint, and a pretty figure. The girl was the perfect mix of Helga and Floki.

"Have you ever raided before, Siggy?" Harald questioned her, causing her to shake her head in denial. "A first raid is a great way to prove yourself. I wish you luck in your battles, then. Let your first kill be easy."

"Who says I haven't killed before?"

Halfdan chuckled at the darkness in her gaze. The voyage won't be boring at all. "And how many did you kill then?"

"A few. People tend to anger me very easily and bleed out too fast."

"I like you, Siggy."

"A shame I don't like people."

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

abt the historia and zeke are technically related, it got me thinking. We get a lot of yeager bros content and im sure there’s content of frieda being hostoria’s older sister but... where’s the content of zeke being a protective big bro to historia? Feel like they can bond well since they both got dick dads

historia taking the first few steps to breaking away from the nice, submissive type everyone knows her to be. she’s not perfect and there would be times that she’d doubt herself and go back to being insecure and playing herself down. in comes zeke who met her through his mother’s side of the family and is all for that personal growth. he relates to her wanting to stick it to her father, having gone through something like that in the past. he says stuff like, “like hell they can get away talking to you like that, tell me who they are and ill give them a piece of my mind.” and “your dad can go fuck himself, you can stay with me and mom if you need somehwere to stay. mom doesnt like rod either so you’re more than welcome.”

idk idk hahah :p

...i hope you don't mind me just wirting some headcannons and scenrios real quick, because wow anon you just opened my third eye for all this potential.

Historia and Zeke family bonding modern au below cut

They probably met for the first time at large family gathering when Dina took teen Zeke to meet his relatives and one of his uncles mentioned that his daughter from his ex-wife just started living with him after moving from the country side.

He was 17 at the time, and so while the adults were busy with each other as the topic of his mother's divorce came up again, he felt too uncomfortable to stay in the room so he just excused himself to the bathroom.

Only to sneak outside the house instead, knowing all the rooms in his uncle's big mansion were probably filled with maids or other relatives and he didn't want to risk getting caught.

The back garden was beautiful, the grass overgrown and not as bright as the front yard fake lawn, it was clearly an overlooked part of the house that the gardener seemed to forget from dried crunchy leaves collecting at the bottom of the old tree.

Zeke took a breath of fresh air, before reaching into the hidden pocket of his jacket and pulling a cigarette.

He knew if his mother found out she'd kill him, not to mention his concerned grandparents, but what they don't know can't harm them.

Getting out his lighter, he was too focused on covering the flame so the wind won't snuff it out before lighting the cigarette

"You shouldn't do that, it's not good for you." Came a high pitched voice that took him off guard, almost making him drop the lighter and cause a fire hazard.

Looking in front of him, a seven year old girl stood with messy blonde hair with some leaves stuck to it, she was clutching a patch of dandelions and weeds pulled from the ground.

Putting the lighter back in his pocket, Zeke took a deep breath before slowly letting the smoke out, pushing what she said aside, he said "And what exactly are you doing with those?"

She gave a big toothy smile before explaining how she's cleaning the garden, she said "they keep stealing the other plants' food, most plants here are dead and i wanted to help."

Zeke stepped closer before leaning down to be on eye level with her, judging by the dirt staining her white dress and between her fingernails, she must have been doing this for a while. He chuckled at the way she crunched her nose at the smell of smoke, before attempting to mask her features.

Wanting to mess with her, he held the cigarette with two fingers before offering it to her, "wanna try? i won't tell your parents, pinky promise."

Audibly gasping, she clutched the dandelions to her chest protectively before stumbling to politely reject it in a way that was clearly meant not to offend him, her eyes glancing at the garden fence door like she's considering running.

Deciding to end the joke before she would yell stranger danger, Zeke put out the cigarette with an amused smile before offering his empty hand to her.

"I'm sorry for the awful joke, please don't tell my mom, will you forgive me? Pretty please?" Putting on his best pout, Zeke almost couldn't hold back chuckling when the kid in front of him seemed actually moved by his act.

She reluctantly took his hand, tangling their pinkies together before nodding, with the most serious expression she said "okay...i won't, but you have to stop okay! My dad does it and he coughs a lot."

"Your dad huh..." Zeke stared into her eyes, "so you must be Historia."

"Mhm! Do you know my dad? He said some people will be visiting today and i should stay somewhere they can't see..."

"Hmm, well Historia " standing up, Zeke pushed his glasses back, "I'm Zeke, what do you say we become friends?"

Looking up at the tall boy with stars in her eyes, Historia enthusiastically noded, too happy to dwell on the fact that her first ever friend had offered her a smoke some minutes ago.

"That's the spirit, now" taking off his jacket, Zeke folded it before putting it aside on the fence, "what do you say we finish pulling these weeds so i can teach you a really fun game called catch."

That day, Zeke dragged dirt and mud into his mother's new car with his now ruined suit, Dina was too busy scolding him that she forgot the fact he never came back from the bathroom after leaving the room.

And after that, each year at Christmas and family gatherings, Zeke and Historia would see each other for a single day.

He slowly saw her confidence grow more and more, each time she held her head a little higher, smile more genuine than the fake polite one.

At age 15, She told him about her first girlfriend, he bought her alcohol with His ID and of course she was quick to refuse it and scold him, Zeke started worrying she's starting to resemble his mother more and more.

At 16, when her father found out and threatened to kick her out, Zeke was the person she first called even before Ymir, not wanting to worry her.

To his surprise was the fact she didn't shed a single tear as she packed her bags before getting in his car, not giving a single glance to her father staring with a horrified expression from the front gate.

No, she smiled instead as both of them went to grab some food.

He asked if she knows where she's staying, she said she knows some friends but still haven't asked anyone yet.

After arriving at his grandparents house, Dina was the first to pull her into a hug before saying how sorry she is and how she just ended a call with Riess after giving him a piece of his mind.

Zeke, knowing very well how his mother is like when she's angry, he smiled knowing the guy now definitely has a headache from all the yelling, his mother has great lungs after all.

Zeke was almost 26 at the time, and so he offered her his old room while he's away in college.

They definitely grew closer after that, although Zeke never mentioned a word to his friends neither did Historia tell anyone beside Ymir.

They just never mentioned their personal life while hanging out on the days Zeke came to visit from college.

His grandparents adored her and treated her like their granddaughter after his mother moved to another country, they even met Ymir a couple times.

Zeke never talked with Ymir but he met her on the times Historia brought her over at christmas, his grandparents were quick to praise her for landing such a beautiful girlfriend before side eyeing Zeke and asking if he will ever give bring someone home.

Zeke was there for her to see her actual sad side that she hid from everyone, both of them bonded over the burden they hold on their shoulders for having to be the "perfect reliable" person all the time.

She rarely cried, but whenever she did it was either with Zeke or Ymir.

While Zeke would vent to her about Grisha and how much the fear of turning like him is what prevents him from being in a commited relationship, while Historia listens to him before sharing her own experience with both her dad and mother and how both of them just abandoned her.

After that they just go out to get ice cream.

Fun fact, Historia can handle spicey food and like it's nothing, meanwhile Zeke will choke if he even smelled peppers.

At age 20, Historia moved with Ymir in an apartment after high school and Zeke moved back home to a house near his grandparents after finishing college and opening his own clinc.

She still sends them cards each Christmas and even visits at times, Zeke picks up each time she calls no matter what he's currently doing.

[yikesharringrove]

This is probably asking a lot from you, but could I get a 5+1 story from you? I was thinking in honor of the day, five times someone jokingly called Steve a mom and the first time the kids meant it. Happy Mother's Day to you and all the beloved ladies you hold dear.

1.

“Jesus Christ. How do you not know how to do this?”

Steve pulled Dustin closer to him, making quick work of his tie. Dustin had been struggling for minutes with it, and he was already late for meeting his Homecoming date fro pictures.

“I’ve never had to tie one, Mom.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Not all of us grew up at Country Clubs.” Steve swatted at the side of Dustin’s head, making him yelp.

“Know how to tie a tie is a good skill to have.” He was fixing Dustin’s collar now, making sure the knot was straight. “Especially for someone like you who’s going to end up working in some professional research lab or something.”

“Not if I play my cards right and end up on an expedition team.” Steve could feel himself getting that soft smile on his face, thinking about Dustin all grown up, discovering new species in the rain forest. “Oh my God, Steve. You are a fucking mom.”

2.

“Wait, so you two are together? Like together, together.”

“Yes, Mike. It’s really not that difficult to understand.”

The party had let themselves into Steve’s house, because why wouldn’t they dig through the potted plants on the front step to find the spare key and barge in on Steve and Billy making out on the couch?

“Okay, but it’s Billy.” Dustin threw his hands around, extra dramatic.

“What’s wrong with Billy?” Max did this thing when she was confronting someone, puffed up like an angry cat.

“He’s an asshole!”

“Not for nothing, but so is Steve.” Steve slapped Billy’s chest. “See? He’s awful to me.”

“Look. Steve is like, like a mother to us. If you mess with him, we’ll, we’ll mess with you.” Steve thought it was so cute, Dustin getting in Billy’s face, giving him some kinda shovel talk.

“Mom or not, if you hurt Billy, I will personally shave your head.” Billy high-fived Max.

3.

Steve put another helping of potatoes on Will’s plate.

“Oh, thanks Steve. But, I’m, I’m okay.”

“Will, you’re so skinny. Eat the potatoes.” Billy rolled his eyes. It was Family Dinner Night at their shitty little apartment over the convenience store. Steve had been in the kitchen all day, making food for the little beasts.

Joyce had started Family Dinner Night with a few lasagnas and a glare at Hopper, and the tradition had grown, rotating every week between Billy and Steve’s place, The Byers-Hopper house, and Claudia Henderson’s immaculate dinning room. It was usually pot-luck style, but Steve loved cooking for these people, these people that loved him.

“If the kid says he’s full, he’s full.” Steve just shot Billy a Look.

“Will. Potatoes.” Will shoveled in a bite of the potatoes.

“Hey, Mom, will you throw some on my plate while you’re at it?” Max had a grin on her face as Steve just deftly took her plate, scooping some of the roasted potatoes on it, handing it back to her over Billy’s head.

4.

“Can I talk to you guys?”

Will had shown up at their little apartment early on Friday morning.

Billy had opened the door, shirtless and half asleep, had gone to rudely wake Steve up when he noticed how scared Will looked.

“Things have gotten, they’ve gotten kinda serious between me and Peter, and I, I want him to meet my mom and Jonathan, but I, I’m so nervous.” Will had been dating the same guy for the past year and a half, keeping it a secret from everyone but Billy and Steve. “I was just wondering if I could bring him around here some time, so that, so that we can kinda practice meeting the family and all that.”

Steve reached out, closing his fingers over Will’s wrist.

“Of course you can bring him. We’ll feel him out for you.”

“And beat the shit outta him if he’s not good enough for you.”

But Peter was sweet, he was kind to Will, and looked at him like he hung the fucking stars in the goddamn sky.

“Thank you both so much for welcoming me into your home. I was so nervous to meet Will’s family. He calls you guys his other parents.” Steve laughed, topping off his and Billy’s wine.

“That’s kind of a joke between his friends. They call me Mom.” Billy threw an arm over Steve.

“That’s because you are a little mom.” He kissed Steve’s head.

“Will told me you two were the first relationship he ever saw between two men. You are really important to him.” Steve’s were a little misty. Billy couldn’t poke fun at him with a tear in his own eye.

“Stop talking about me.” Will had come back from the bathroom, pushing Peter’s shoulder.

5.

“I can’t believe you two are leaving us.”

The kids were helping them pack the moving truck, taking boxes out of their little apartment and shoving them inside. The Camaro was going to be tethered to the back as they drove to California.

“None of you even live here anymore.” The kids were dispersed around the country, all away at university.

Billy and Steve had taken time off, had worked for a few years to save up enough money to get out. They had saved and saved, and were leaving, were started their new life, together.

“Yeah, but it’s the idea of it. I can’t believe our parents are abandoning us.” Billy tussled Mike’s hair, laughing as he pulled a bitch face, dodging outta the way.

El hugged Billy around the middle after putting a big box of dishes in the truck. He patted her hands, watching Steve get that fond look on his face.

“We’ll be back. And you guys can always come and visit.” The truck was loaded, the Camaro hitched to the back. It was time.

They took their turn hugging each kid.

“Don’t forget your kids out there in the Golden State. Remember, you’re a mother first.” Steve laughed throw his tears, holding all the kids close.

They climbed in the truck, waving out the windows as they set off, went west.

+1

The baby was wailing in Dustin’s arms.

“Um, Steve, I think your baby hates me.”

Billy and Steve had gotten cleared for adoption four months ago, but the agency was still hesitant to give two men a baby.

They had gotten a call a week and a half ago that said they were finally getting a baby, a daughter. She was two months old and was defined as a difficult case, born of a mother with a drug addiction, she started her life in withdrawals.

So she was fussy, to put it lightly.

But Steve had held her first, and Billy had cried, and most of the party had flown out to California to meet their precious little Aletta Rose Harrington-Hargrove.

Steve smiled softly at Dustin, reliving her from him. She quieted almost immediately when she was in his arms, reached up at his face. Her fist closed around the necklace he wore, the one that was Billy’s.

“She loves Steve. I would be offended, but he can get her to stop crying so fast.” Billy’s finger was in her other fist. He cooed down at his little daughter. She was still learning to smile, and everyone watched her closely as she made a gurggly little noise back at him.

“Well, Steve is the best mom in the world.” Steve was putting the now-calm little baby in Lucas’s arms. “God knows he had plenty of practice.” Aletta stuck her tongue out. Everyone aww’ed.

“Is it weird to anyone else that Mom and Dad are like, actual parents now?” Max was gently squeezing Aletta’s chubby little arm.

“Nah. Steven was born a mom.” Dustin clapped him on the shoulder. Steve’s cheeks were a little pink, but he was biting his lips to keep from fucking beaming.

[thetwoplayergays]

RFA with a royal MC 👑

Quarantine has thrown me back into my old fandoms, as I’m sure it has for many, and I’ve been reading Mysme headcannons all week so I thought I’d throw my hat back into the ring

Yoosung

Yoosung’s been working for the royals since the day he was born, being from a poor family

His parents were the personal servants for the king and queen back in the day, that’s how they met.

Naturally, when the two best servants of the castle had a son, they had their eyes on the boy

Rika was Yoosung’s mentor and taught him all he needed to know to get comfortable in the palace

He still can’t cook though

“Rika look what I made!”

“...Yoosung are you trying to poison the princess?”

“Princess??”

The first time Yoosung meets you, he bumps into you in the corridor carrying a load of clean sheets

You both end up on the floor, sheets flying everywhere don’t worry Yoosung Jaehee will take care of it

The poor boy is already apologising before he even looks up and realises who he just bumped into

Now he’s not just sorry-

He’s horrified

He knocked over the princess!!!1!

Immediately he’s on his knees, gathering up the sheets and apologising over and over- poor boy looks like he’s about to cry.

But you aren’t angry at him. No- you start to laugh

“Mistakes happen! It’s okay- here let me help you!”

Yoosung watches in awe as the princess starts to help collect the laundry for him

She’s not meant to do that?!?

“I-it’s okay it was my fault-“

“Nonsense. I wasn’t watching where I was going, I am just as much at fault as you are, okay? No hard feelings!”

And then she

giggles

Yoosung’s down for the count- game over

He meets you again the next day and his face just bursts into a bright shade of red

“It’s you again! Looks like we keep bumping into each other, huh?”

Hahaha kill me now Rika quick my heart can’t take this

It takes Yoosung a few weeks to get used to seeing you around the palace without making a total moron of himself every time

You even manage to have a few delightful conversations before you’re whisked away for some royal duty

It took even longer for him to actually introduce himself to you

“Yoosung? What a sweet name...”

Good job MC you killed him again

Zen

You already know this dork is the most famous actor in the whole village

He puts on a play every week in the town square and the people love it

He eats up all the ladies’ attention, I mean,,

Are any of us surprised?

“Zen! You were amazing tonight! If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’d even have impressed the princess if she saw you!”

Little did he know, she did see

When you heard about this so called ‘handsome actor’ down in the village of course you were going to go investigate for yourself

With the help of some of the maids who you confided in Jaehee, you manage to sneak down into a village just in time to see the performance for yourself

Naturally, you were hooked

Good job Zen you made the princess horny have a cookie

Of course Zen continues to perform every week, non the wiser to the newest addition to the audience

That was until one night where you accidentally locked gazes with eachother and he saw this girl smile for the first time

Dumb bitch forgot his next line and got a deadly glare from his co-star

After the performance, Zen immediately ran into the audience, ignoring the swarm of fans that surrounded him as he looked around for the girl he saw in the audience

In that brief moment, Zen was so entranced by her that she hadn’t left his thoughts since. She was so beautiful, she even reminded him of the princess.

Funny how that is

That’s when he spots you, diving into the dark streets of the village in a dark cloak

“Excuse me- yes I’m so glad you enjoyed it- yes- excuse me- coming through!”

He pushes past all the fan girls and full on sprints after the princess, ignoring the shouts coming from behind him.

This lovesick fool is convinced he just met the love of his life and he wasn’t about to let her get away

Eventually he manages to catch up to you and grabs your shoulder before you can leave again, giving him a brief moment to catch his breath.

“Why princess, leaving so soon? I never even got a chance to say hello~”

He meant it as a flirt.

He didn’t expect to look up and be talking to the actual princess

Shit fuck shit shit oh fuck-

“I- I mean- um-“

“They did warn me you were bold...”

You tease him with a small smirk on your face, watching Zen’s face morph into panic upon realising who you were.

“I normally hate being called princess... I’m open to making exceptions however. Your performance was incredible.”

You lean forward just then and place a chaste kiss on the actor’s cheek, pulling away with a small blush on your face.

“Perhaps we’ll meet again at your next one.”

And just like that- she’s gone

Zen is left in the empty streets, stunned, flustered, and completely convinced this princess was going to be the death of him.

Regardless, he’s practicing for next week’s performance before he even gets back home

Jaehee

Everyone in the royal family knows that maid Jaehee is the best in the kingdom.

She’s perfect at her job in every way, and always knows how to make the royals feel as comfortable as possible living in the castle.

Need something cleaned up? Call for Jaehee.

This food doesn’t taste quite right? Call for Jaehee.

Princess needs a personal maid? Call for Jaehee.

When the king and queen first approached Jaehee on the subject, she initially refused, telling them that although she was extremely flattered they had thought of her, she didn’t want to abandon the rest of the duties around the castle.

But the king and queen insisted, only wanting someone they trusted to help their daughter.

And who would be stupid enough to deny a request from the royals themselves

Jaehee was forced to accept the position.

It was difficult having to adjust her priorities with the new job. Jaehee no longer was in charge of the castle as a whole, but rather her focus had to be entirely revolved around you at all times.

Though you were incredibly nice to her, she tried her best to keep things professional as one should. She never spoke up, never crossed her line as a maid and always did her job perfectly.

....at first

One night, you requested for Jaehee to accompany you on a walk around the castle, and of course the girl was happy to oblige.

She quietly listened as you rambled on, talking about your passions, listing all the things you had to do that day, etc.

Everything was fine until Jaehee spotted a rather shady individual approaching you two from behind, but was a second too late in realising they had a knife.

Within an instant, they aimed the blade at Jaehee’s throat and ordered the princess to come with them peacefully, or the maid ‘gets it’

Oh no honey, you don’t threaten Baehee

This girl takes down the man in a flash, barely giving you time to realise what had just happened before guards were surrounding them.

“Oh I- I learnt a few martial arts moves from the knights when I was younger.. it was simply a hobby..”

“YOU HAVE TO TEACH ME JAEHEE!”

“I couldn’t possibly Princess-“

“PLEASE!”

....

The next thing she knew, the princess and her maid would sneak out every night for private self defence lessons

The maid grew to look forward to those evenings, the one-on-one time with eachother giving you and Jaehee time to bond and properly grow as friends rather than simply working under the professional environment of the castle.

Jaehee was able to relax and show her true colours to the woman she was dedicating her live to every day, which only made your ‘friendship’ stronger.

“My father told me today that he’d have to start looking for suitors for me to marry soon..”

“Oh... have you got anyone in mind, your highness.” Why do I feel so upset

“...perhaps.”

You never spoke of that conversation again.

That didn’t stop it from keeping Jaehee up at night though

Jumin

Oh this boy is already a royal. I mean.. do I need to explain myself?

You and Jumin actually met when you were just children, your families visiting eachother often in order to form alliances.

Everyone always said how cute of a couple you two would make when you were older, cooing over the two children who just wanted to play swords.

Let the children play swords King Han come on!

Eventually, the alliance that Jumin’s kingdom and your kingdom had broke apart over petty quarrels, and the two children were ripped apart, likely never to meet again.

“Jumin!! I don’t want you to go... I thought we were going to play king and queens...”

“Don’t worry MC, I’ll become the greatest king of my kingdom, and then I can visit you whenever I want. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

...

As the years flew by, Jumin’s childhood friend became nothing but a distant memory, his future as king being his primary focus.

His father was constantly bringing many woman into the castle, claiming to his son that she could be the new queen until she disappeared a few weeks later when he got bored of her.

It made Jumin despise the idea of marriage, making a silent promise to himself that he would never marry once he was on the throne, no matter how many woman threw themselves at his feet.

One day, King Han recieved message that another woman had arrived at the castle, asking to visit the prince.

Jumin initially marked it off as another woman trying to convince him to marry them so they could become princess, and told his father he was not interested.

“My son, one day you will take over this kingdom of mine, and when that time comes you will need a woman to help you bear an heir. Send her in!”

Mr-I-Won’t-Marry remained in his chambers during the woman’s visit, refusing to even give her the piece of his attention.

But he couldn’t avoid her forever, eventually having to leave for supper, where he discovered the woman having a polite conversation with his father.

Great. Another one had fallen for his tricks.

“If you have come here to attempt to marry into the royal family, I suggest you leave this instant before I call the guards.”

“Oh Jumin.. you don’t recognise me do you? It has been a long time. You haven’t forgotten me entirely, have you?

“.....MC?”

Surely enough, once the pieces began to fall into place, Jumin instantly recognised the kind and beautiful woman standing before him.

How could he possibly forget such beauty?

“I’ll leave you two alone to catch up! It has certainly been a while, princess. Please make yourself at home.” Use protection son

Once you and Jumin had started talking, he quickly fell into his old habits of conversating with the princess, having forgotten how easy it was.

“Remember when you told me you would become the greatest king of this kingdom Jumin? Oh naive we were back then..”

“Yes. Though I still plan on taking over my father as soon as possible. I think it is about time that the contract of our kingdoms’ alliance is revisited, don’t you?”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Saeyoung

Every good kingdom needs a little spy dog- Right?

At least that’s what your kingdom agreed upon when they hired a young boy off the streets to come work for the palace

Saeyoung had a pretty good life growing up amongst the court, which was a startling difference to the village below. He wasn’t there just for fun though.

The king and queen needed to keep the village in check, to make sure there were no riots or attempts to overthrow them. That’s when Saeyoung came in.

This redhead acted as the kingdom’s informat, regularly taking visits down into the streets to chat up the royals, learn of any criminals who had plans to tarnish the good reputation of the court and quell any possible rumours of a rebellion amongst the common folk

He was real good at it too, and everyone in the kingdom loved Saeyoung with all their heart.

Protect the boy

One day, he was taking his weekly trip down to the town when he sensed he was being followed, and immediately put himself on high alert.

He would wonder through alleyways, zig-zag through the busy streets in the hopes of losing them. Nothing worked however, which forced the redhead to confront his stalker head on.

To his surprise, upon cornering the figure in a dark alleyway in town, he was met with the face of the princess, full of guilt and annoyance over being caught.

You explained how much you had wanted to visit the town and see the nitty-gritty of what it was really like to live there, something that was always hidden from you during royal visits.

And Saeyoung had to admit, this chick had some real kick to her

He still dragged you back to the castle though

He thought that would be the end of it, but the very next day he felt the same stalking presence behind him as he left to go into the village

That sneaky little-

“My my~ Princess, if you wanted to spend time with me all you had to do was ask.”

Your face blushed a bright red at the comment, coming out of your place of hiding in defeat at being caught once more.

You waited for Saeyoung to take you back to the castle immediately, however, the sturn instruction never came, and you look up at the boy to see not anger, but a large smirk on his face, a hand outstretched towards you.

“One day. That’s all you’re getting. Got it, Princess?”

To say you were overjoyed was an overstatement.

At the end of the day, Saeyoung was almost disappointed to have to take you back to the castle, finding the two of you made incredible companions together. Spending time with you was one of those few moments where he could genuinely smile and laugh, not forcing it politely in front of the royal family or a group of rioters who he needed to win over.

No, this was new.

The next time Saeyoung had to visit the village, he was almost disappointed to find that you weren’t behind him. So what did this idiot do?

Continue to do this job alone like he was being hired to?

Or climb up the side of the castle towards the princess’ chambers?

If you answered B, congratulations

Luckily for both parties, You were sat on the balcony, looking longingly out into the world like a Rapunzel waiting for her Prince Charming.

“Hey Princess!” Oh would you look at that

“I heard there was a group of bandits that were going to rob a local store tonight. It would be a shame to have to stop them alone.... unless purrrhaps you felt it was necessary for me to be accompanied by someone?”

“Oh, do you need a guard?”

“Wha- no, Princess I meant-“

“Can the great Saeyoung Choi not beat a group of bandits on his own? Or does he need the fragile princess to beat them for him?”

“Marry me”

Jihyun

It was your birthday and your whole day was filled to the brim with celebrations of every kind

It was exhausting

All you wanted to do was to sit down for more than ten minutes without a guard finding you and dragging you back for your next activity.

You even tried to hide in the maid’s quarters until Jaehee found you and scolded you 

After a long day, the royal family was finally able to sit down and relax for an hour or two for the last activity of the day.

What was the last activity you ask?

What kind of a birthday would it be without having your portrait painted by the finest artist in the kingdom.

The idea of having to sit perfectly still and look regal for god knows how long wasn’t the most appealing thing in your opinon, but it was better than standing on your feet for any longer, so you took what you could get.

Of course, when the painter walked into the room for the first time, your attitude definitely changed.

“MC, this is Sir Jihyun Kim. We will be sure to make you look magnificant.”

On the outside, Jihyun was calm and collected, being professional in the presence of the princess.

On the inside, this boy was panicking

What if his work wasn’t good enough? What if he made the princess look ugly? Can you be executed over a bad painting?

You noticed a few minutes into the session how his shoulders were extremely tense and how he would barely make any conversation with you. 

Sorry Jihyun, but the princess gets what she wants on her birthday

You began to talk him up more, complimenting him on his other paintings that you had seen around the castle, asking him about his life at home and why they had never met before despite him being the best painter in the kingdom.

Eventually he explained to you that Rika, one of the royal advisors, had recommended him to the royal family back when they were engaged, but now that the couple had split under rather unfortunate circumstances, he wasn’t as comfortable as he used to be in the castle and only visited to paint for the King and Queen occasionally before leaving again.

He expected after admitting all of this for the silence in the room to return, but to his surprise, you continued to talk to him, expressing sympathy over the situation and how you would have liked to meet him sooner.

Before you knew it, you both had fallen into a comfortable conversation with eachother and the hours that you had previously been dreading had flown by.

“Sir Jihyun, how’s my portrait coming along?”

“Oh- uh...” 

He’d finished it hours ago. He just didn’t want to stop talking to you

When he finally gathered up the courage to show you the final product, he was incredibly relieved to see the smile on your face as you praised it, thanking him for such a beautiful piece of art.

“Sir Jihyun this is wonderful! I can’t thank you enough.”

“It was no trouble, your highness. I enjoyed painting such beauty.”

“What?”

“What?”

Saeran

Okay so maybe attempting to break out of the castle prison early wasn’t  the best idea

But in his defense, his backup team was being too slow to rescue him, so he took matters into his own hands

Saeran wasn’t the most noble of people by far, oh no, but he’d never done anything worthy of the death sentance

Just a few robberies here and there, maybe a heist or two.

Did he have some of the crown jewels in his pocket when the guards caught him?

Maybe...

Regardless of what happened, here he was now, running through the halls of the castle after lockpicking his way out of the dungeon, with the guards close behind.

Stupid dork didn’t think this far ahead.

Turning a corner, Saeran spots the handful of guards facing away from him at the end of the hall, and knowing how close the ones behind him were to catching him, he knew he was trapped.

There were no windows to jump out of either, only a door beside him leading to who knows what.

What other choice did he have?

Saeran yanks the door open and sneaks inside quickly, hoping that he was quick enough not to get caught as he closed it behind him. He leans up against the wall in an attempt to hear the guards outside passing the room, non the wiser to where he had gone.

Success! 

Well... almost

What Saeran hadn’t accounted for was you, who had watched the whole ordeal go down from the foot of your bed. In your room. Which he had just trapped himself inside.

Slow clap for Saeran everybody

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Saeran’s victory smirk was quickly wiped from his face as he turns to face you, a brief expression of panic flashing across his face as he took in where he was.

Oh fuck

“I don’t owe you anything, princess.”

“Are you sure? Because it’s seems you’re losing your little game of hide and seek with the guards.”

“Alright listen here you little-”

You were right though, the guards outside had slowly begun to narrow down the short list of possibilites where Saeren could have hid himself, and it wouldn’t take long for them to burst into the princess’ chambers looking for him.

Of course, you knew that, evident by that smug look on your face.

The boy had no choice

“...What do you want?”

“I want to come with you!”

.........what

“You can easily escape them if you climb down the balcony, but only if you take me with you.”

“...Why would I take you with me?” More importantly why would the princess want to leave with someone like him

“You know your way around the village don’t you? I want you to show me what it’s like down there. What it’s really like. It’s a small price to pay for letting you escape don’t you think?” 

Oh this one’s fiesty. I like her

“Alright then princess, you got yourself a deal. Don’t come crying to me though after this. It can be rough down there.”

just how she likes it

[im-whatchamccallit]

Their Girlfriend isn’t Close to Her Family Anymore// Got7

Request: heyyy could I plz request a got7 scenario where their girlfriend isn’t close to their family anymore and he supports her? Thanks you 🙏🏻🙏🏻💙💙

Pair: Got7 x Reader

Genre: Angsty, slight fluff

Warnings: Oof. Mentions of alcoholism, abuse, abandonment, and death. Nothing too crazy though. Also, it’s long. As fuck.

Words: 4.46k

(A/N: First off, yay! I’m back! Second, I wasn’t sure if anon wanted the whole group or one member so I just did them all so it’s like a scenario/reaction kinda thing.)

Mark

The day was fairly silent as you and Mark continued to clean around your apartment. Well, you were cleaning as Mark sat on your sofa watching television, when, suddenly, your phone began to ring from the coffee table in front of him. You trusted one another enough to go through each other’s phones and even answer phone calls. So, when he saw the words ‘Mother’ appear, he immediately answered, partially from his instincts but mainly because this would be the first time he’s met her, even if it wasn’t in person.

“Hello? (Y/n)?” The woman’s voice was shocked yet relieved, causing him to smile at the way she said your name in a loving way.

“I’m Mark, her boyfriend.”

“B-boyfriend?” Her pained voice confused him. She was your mother, surely you told her about him, right?

“Mark! Who is it?” You asked, not taking your eyes off the pan you were scrubbing profusely as he approached you, placing the phone to your ear with a small, “it’s your mom”.

In that moment, you felt sick to your stomach, your glove covered hands dropping the scouring pad as you turned and pressed the end call button bitterly, hanging up without another word before returning to your previous chore.

Mark had never seen you like this. Your cheeks puffed out and lips pursed together angrily as you took your frustrations out on the poor pan that was overly clean, almost being restored to its original silver color.

“Why did you hang up on her?” He finally asked, watching you carefully as you rinsed the cooking sheet and place it onto the nearby drying rack.

“My mother and I aren’t close.” You said bluntly, hoping that’d be the end of the discussion as you tossed the gloves onto the side of the sink, trying to walk by without making eye contact with Mark.

“Maybe you would be if you actually talked with her.”

You froze, a bit hurt and angry at how true his words were. But how can you explain that you could never rebuild a relationship with the woman that left you to raise yourself since you were 5? That the only times you ever saw her, she was drunk and angry or passed out from a bender? That even once she got her life together, you could never see her as anything other than an alcoholic mess?

“Not everyone can be best friends with their parents, Mark. Some of us don’t get the privilege to say we even have parents. And if I’ve been doing just fine for the past twenty years without her, why do I suddenly have to be the bigger person just because she feels guilty for the shit she caused?”

You hadn’t realized your eyes were glossed over, burning as you took in a shaky breath to keep yourself together. Mark felt bad for not knowing these things about you, assuming it was just the distance keeping you from visiting home, having you insist on being with him and his family every holiday or just staying at your apartment alone rather than being with her. The worse part being that, whether you saw her again or continued to ignore her, it’d hurt you.

You don’t flinch at the sudden feeling of arms around you, your head instantly pressing into the side of Mark’s neck as he held onto you.

“I’m sorry, (Y/nickname). But I think you should talk to her, just for some closure. Whether you see her again or not is your choice and I promise I won’t bother you about it anymore.”

Jaebum

Jaebum held onto your hand and you sniffled loudly, choking back tears as you stood over her coffin. The woman before you was your grandmother, yet she raised you since the day you were born, never once treating you any differently just because she technically wasn’t your mother. But she was the only mother you’ve ever known. Your father had passed not long after your first meeting, and the day you met your real mother, you made sure it was your last. She didn’t even deserve the title of a parent.

Even with all the problems you faced, all the times you cried over the years of pain and conflict you felt from your family’s dysfunction, Jaebum stood by you and listened, being understanding and compassionate when you needed him most.

He sighed sadly and leaned forward to place a small kiss to the frail, lifeless body, pulling back just enough to see her greyish features.

“Thank you for raising an amazing daughter.” He spoke lowly before standing to level with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to guide you to your seats when, suddenly, a loud scream was heard, your heads turning to the entrance in shock.

“We told you, you aren’t allowed here!”

“I’m here to see my fucking mother. Get off of me!” You could feel your grimace grow as you watched (Y/Mother/N) push through the line of people coming to view your grandmother’s body, her feet stopping her just a few steps away from the casket but, intentionally, right in front of you.

“(Y/n),” She breathed, opening her arms to embrace you but you just took a step back.

You weren’t sure how to react. Part of you wanted to turn away and ignore her, but part of you wanted to punch her and whoever told her the location of the funeral. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the right to see her mother one last time, it was the fact this was the first time in years she had thought to do so.

“You have five seconds to leave or I swear I’m calling the cops.” You growled, Jaebum lacing your fingers together to remind you that he was still there and that her presence shouldn’t and won’t affect you.

“I just wanted to see her. And I wanted to make sure you were alrigh-“ You flinched at the way she reached out to touch your hair, your hand instinctively reaching up to slap it away.

“I’m alright. I have been ever since you abandoned me.”

“I didn’t abandon you. I had to figure myself out and get my life together. I was always going to come back for you, (Y/nickname), and I did.”

“I wish you never came back.” You admitted, your face stoic as you watched hurt flash over her features.

“And your five seconds are up. Leave.” Without another word, you turned and let Jaebum silently drag you to your seats, his eyes staring at you with concern as everyone tried to return to their mourning, despite the interruption.

A stray tear rolled down your cheek, your hand practically squeezing Jaebum’s as you stared ahead. He couldn’t tell if it was still your grandmother’s death or your mother’s arrival upsetting you, but he knew it wasn’t the right time to bother you on it. Instead, he brought your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to it before relaxing at the small sigh you released, your head resting onto his shoulder as you continued to mourn the loss of both your mothers.

Jackson

“I’m nervous.” You giggled as Jackson continued to lead you through his apartment, his hands covering your eyes as you weaved about aimlessly.

“Okay, close your eyes for me.” You nodded at his instructions, your eyes clenched shut as he stepped away. You listened closely to the shuffling and footsteps, Jackson’s warmth at your side once more as he eagerly stared at you.

“Okay. Open them now.” You anxiously opened them, excited to see what the random surprise was considering it was neither of your birthdays nor your anniversary.

But, as soon as your eyes opened, your smile fell. You watched the computer screen as your parents stared at you silently with tear-filled eyes, unsure of if they should speak first or you.

This wasn’t the first time Jackson’s did something like this. He invited you on tour with him and, when you landed in your hometown, he made sure you stopped by your parent’s home.

He knew you never forgave your parents for disowning you when you ran away from home at 16 to study abroad against their wishes, and, once you realized they had made up lies to other family members to save their own reputation, it solidified your hatred. He understood your anger. But to cut off your family completely? He thought that was impossible. Family meant everything to him and, considering how your parents were willing to mend things, he was hoping you felt the same.

But, from the way you angrily stomped to the laptop, slamming it shut before glaring at him with the deepest scowl he’s ever seen, he knew your feelings haven’t changed.

“You keep doing this shit and I’m sick of it. I told you I don’t want to talk to them and you keep doing this crap, every single time! Are you stupid? Is that why you’re doing this? Or do you just hate me that much that you want to hurt my feelings?!”

Sure, your words hurt. You had never exploded at Jackson like this, it was actually shocking to him, but you need this. Years of built up anger finally flowing forth as you screamed at him, your voice cracking every so often as anger turned to sadness, sadness turned to defeat, defeat turned to hurt, and the cycle restarted from there.

He waited until you finished, watching you sniffle loudly as your sleeve cladded arm swiped over your tear-stained eyes.

“So, you never want to speak to your parents again? You never considered fixing your relationship and, if it didn’t work, you could at least say you actually tried?” Silence.

You stared at one another trying to find some response but neither of you said a word, your eyes leaving his face as you thought the question over, uncertain of if this is how you’d want things to be forever, even though you were doing fine on your own all these years.

“You don’t have to tell me. But your parents gave me their phone numbers, emails, and new address. If you ever want to fix things, tell me, and I’ll be by your side the entire time. If not, I get it, and I’ll support you 100%.”

Jinyoung

You stared at the annoyed male through your laptop’s screen, his eyes focusing on anything but you. This was your third time this week calling him and, each time, he seemed more distant than before. You had planned to call him whenever Jinyoung wasn’t home, giving you time to repair your damaged family before you decided you wanted to introduce him to them, but your father, with his cold gaze stuck on his television that produced the only sound between you two, couldn’t care less about that.

To add insult to injury, Jinyoung was home early, moving quietly in case you were sleeping in for the day. He could hear light talking, most of the words muffled from the distance, but it was clearly in an exhausted tone. Your exhausted tone. Jinyoung was never one to eavesdrop but you also weren’t the type to open up to him about everything that bothered you. Maybe you were talking with a friend? Maybe your conversation would help him understand why you were so upset the past few days.

When Jinyoung was close enough to hear you clearly, he stopped, his eyes peeking through the slit of your bedroom door where you sat in front of your desk, a man he’s never met staring at you grudgingly.

“Can you hurry up and talk? I have somewhere to be soon.” He spoke, his frame shifting as you cleared your throat, finally having a chance to have a real conversation with him for the first time in years.

“I just think it’s time we talked about everything. I don’t want one of us to die, knowing that our relationship could have been better or that we let it stay as bad as it is.”

“You’re the one that let it get bad, (Y/n).”

“That’s not true!” You protested against his words, pausing for a moment to collect yourself before continuing.

“You’re my father, and it kills me every time I try to talk to you because you never want to speak to me, especially when I’m the only one trying to fix our relationship.”

“You only called me once your mother ran off to marry someone else and you had no one to raise you. You weren’t worried about our relationship when you said you’d rather live with her after the divorce-“

“I was 8. An 8-year-old girl needs her mother, I always tell you that.”

“They also need their fathers but you obviously didn’t need me, right?”

You swallowed back a sob as you were trying to find the words to explain yourself, but you couldn’t. He was just as hurt as you, maybe worse. From the day you were born, even now, he was excited to have you in his life, but to think you didn’t want or need him in yours was too much to bear.

“I have to go.” He said, breaking the tense silence, your body perking up as you finally noticed your lack of words.

“Dad? Dad!“ Your voice cracked slightly as you tried to continue the conversation, but your screen returned to its regular background, your face contorting in a mixture of pain, anger, and sadness as you finally broke down.

Jinyoung has seen you cry only a handful of times, but he’s never seen you cry over something so deep and personal. He felt awkward. How was he supposed to console the girl sobbing loudly at her desk, head buried in her folded arms as she quietly said “I’m sorry” to someone who was no longer listening?

You didn’t hear the bedroom door open but jumped at the feeling of a warm hand on your back, your red eyes meeting Jinyoung’s sad ones as you quickly stood and wiped away over a decade’s worth of tears.

“When did you get home?” You asked quietly, already knowing the answer by the way he silently wrapped his arms around you.

Jinyoung was never one to pry into your personal problems, especially when he felt it was too soon to address, but he knew being there for you was enough until you were ready. And you couldn’t help but tear up once more at the fact, holding onto him for dear life as if he were your lifeline.

Youngjae

“My parents should sit at a table right next to us.”

“Obviously.” You laughed as you watched the wedding planner place the small yellow figurines with name tags onto their spots on the large layout of the wedding hall you rented.

You and Youngjae were only two weeks away from your wedding and things were seemingly falling into place. Everything was perfect. Your wedding dress was even finished on time, now waiting patiently in the bridal shop until it was time to head out into Mokpo. Nothing could ruin this for you.

“Is this a free space?” Youngjae asked, pointing to an unoccupied table right next to the one you two would sit at, the one your family should be at.

“Actually,” Your eyes widened as you watched the wedding planner sort through her binder, checking between the pages and the layout before searching her bag for extra figurines.

“This table should be reserved for your parents and sister, (Y/n).” Both pairs of eyes fell on you and you could feel yourself shrink into the sofa you sat on, your body strangely warm with embarrassment as you slowly unclasped your hands from your lap, revealing the three yellow figures you took while they were busy talking, hoping they’d ignore the small displacement.

For years, you had problems with your sister. She was always the favorite, the one your parents ran to first to help while you struggled in the background. You don’t even think she’s lifted a finger once in her life. It wasn’t until she ruined your high school graduation party that you finally said something, pointing out how your parents allowed her to act so carelessly and all they could do was clean up her mess as if they caused it. She was an adult-child. But, even at that moment, with years of anger coming out, your parents blamed you for feeling that way. You should have been “just like her” and maybe you would’ve been treated better.

Even after they humiliated you, you forgave them, taking some time away by studying in Seoul, making a home and career there for yourself while still trying to keep your relationship with them present. You even invited them to your wedding. So, to have them suddenly call and say your sister was getting married that same day, her waiting until you announced the official date to state the same to your friends and family, was the ultimate slap to the face.

“Are they not coming?” Youngjae finally spoke up, your unknowingly tear-filled eyes finding his as you shook your head sadly, a tense silence taking over.

“How about I come back tomorrow and we can finish this up?”

“Yes, please.” You ignored the two as Youngjae helped pack away her materials, guiding her to the door with a promise that you’d have everything sorted out for her by tomorrow evening before shutting the door, leaving you in a stilted silence.

Youngjae was always considerate of your family problems, even encouraging you to talk to them and invite them to your wedding, but the way you sat silently, mentally beating yourself up for thinking they’d ever change to finally show you some kind of affection, made his heartbreak.

He took his seat next to you, trying to find the words to say to make things better but you interrupted him with a small chuckle, your head shaking in shame at your own stupidity.

“My own parents don’t care enough to come to my wedding. It’s like I don’t even have a family at this point.”

“You have my mother and father, and my brother and sister too.”

“That’s your family, YJ.” You sighed deeply, rolling your eyes in an attempt to hold back any tears you felt may fall.

The warmth of Youngjae’s hands enclosed yours as he held them gently, causing you to turn and give him your full attention, his expression soft yet serious.

“I knew how your family was and I made you invite them anyways and I’m sorry. But, you don’t need them. In two weeks, my family will officially become your family, I’ll be the greatest husband you could ever imagine, and Coco will be our baby.”

You couldn’t help but laugh slightly, amused at the thought that Mark would even consider letting you have Coco full time, but mostly pleased by the idea of actually having loving parents and siblings, whether you were related or not. Youngjae probably thought it was a small gesture but it was big enough for you. And he’d do it a million times again just see you smile.

BamBam

BamBam knew you had issues with your mother’s side of the family, he just didn’t think it was this deep. He sat against his bed, two of his cats pacing around him in circles before laying down by his feet, his eyes too focused on you marching throughout the room with your phone pressed to your ear, a hand running through your hair in frustration as the elderly woman on the line continued to plead.

“(Y/n), it’s just for this month. Your mother fell behind on her rent again and-“

“And what, grandma? She’s asking me to send her another $800 for the third month in a row, and you find nothing suspicious? How did she fall behind anyways? Let me guess, drinking her life away again? Drugs? Gambling? Or did she use it to bail her shitty boyfriend out of jail again.” You snapped, annoyed that this is the same phone call you receive on the same day each month.

Your grandmother was a sweet woman, she just had a bad habit of coddling your mother, treating her as if she needs 24/7 love and care when, really, she needed to grow up. You tried to be considerate and understanding of your mother at first but after a while, you began to notice her patterns, the way she lied and manipulated people to get what she wanted, the way she played victim so she never had to own up to her troubles. You were sick of it.

“She’s going through a rough time, (Y/n), please. She lost her job and-“

“And I don’t care. If your “rough time” last over twenty years, it’s no longer the situation that’s the problem, it’s you. And you’re sitting here enabling her. Grow a spine and kick her out.”

“Don’t talk to me that way.” Your grandmother’s tone changed from pleading to serious but it didn’t waiver your anger, only increasing it.

“Well, somebody has to. Just because you choose to let your daughter live with you on the condition that she pays rent doesn’t mean you’re doing something right, especially when you end up begging me to pick up the slack for her just so you can have her around. She’s your problem, so you deal with her.”

You didn’t bother listening anymore as you hung up, a mixture of a growl and groan escaping your lips as you dragged yourself over to the bed you shared with the now confused boy. BamBam had so many questions yet he couldn’t tell if he had the right to ask. You curled into his side without another word, not mentioning the intense phone call from just a second ago or details of the situation like you gave the last time, just your arms wrapped around his torso and your head on his chest.

“What happened?” He asked nervously, feeling your head shake against his chest to signal that you didn’t want to talk about it.

BamBam hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, feeling you sink further into him as you tried to fall asleep.

He always fantasized in his head how he could help you in situations like this, but he was still so confused. How did things get this way and why? And why were you so used to it by now? He had questions and was slightly desperate for answers, just to make his daydreams of being the protective boyfriend he wants to be come true. But he was already doing enough. He was your safe place in your crumbling world. He may feel like he’s done nothing to help but he was the best help you could ever have.

Yugyeom

Yugyeom watched as you slowly kneeled in front of your bed, placing the folded stack of jeans into your suitcase that sat by his feet on the large mattress, your eyes focused on nothing in particular as you mulled over your decision to head home to see your mother.

Your mother was your biggest bully since the day you were born, belittling and tormenting you at any given chance, physically and mentally. By the time you moved out, you were positive you never wanted to see her again. That was, before your brother called you to let you know she was sick, updating you daily on how her condition went from bad to worse, the doctor’s assuming she had but a few weeks left to live. Despite her abuse towards you, you didn’t want her to die hating you, nor did you want her to die without at least giving you a reason for why she did. But what if she didn’t even want you there? Should you at least honor that unconfirmed wish and stay home?

You were torn up inside about all of this, and Yugyeom could see it. He knew of your troubles and tried to remain neutral about it, not wanting his feelings to influence yours. He was sad that you never really had any support growing up, silently detesting both your parents for making you suffer on your own for years and driving you away when you needed them most, but he felt worse watching you cling to someone who never bothered to check on you since you were 16. He was always silent on the situation, trusting you knew best, but after watching you pack and unpack for the past 3 days, fighting yourself on whether what you were doing was right or wrong, he needed to say something.

“Are you really going?” He asked calmly, causing you to come back to reality to see he was on there with you, resting on one of his elbows while staring down at you expectantly yet patiently.

You looked away with a sigh, shrugging before looking back at him with guilty eyes. You knew how he felt about your family, whether he told you or not, but you wanted one last chance at a mother-daughter relationship, hopefully one that wasn’t toxic and left you emotionally scarred.

Yugyeom sighed before pushing himself up, crossing his legs and scooting forward so that he was beside your suitcase.

“I’m not going to be mad if you go but I don’t want you to get hurt either.” Your lips formed a deep pout as you pressed you forehead onto his jean covered knee.

“I don’t know what to do, Yug.” You sounded so pitiful and stressed, his hand unconsciously finding your hair to comfort you.

One thing Yugyeom learned during your two years together was that you hated overthinking your problems, even major ones like transferring from Ulsan to Seoul for work, his method of helping being to distract you until one of you figured out a plan that could potentially solve it. Maybe, for something as large as this, something he’s never dealt with before, he could do the same.

“How about we go to the dog café you always talk about so you can clear your mind? Then, if it’s not too late, we’ll call your brother, make sure he’s still with your mom, and ask if she wants to see you. If she says yes, we can pack and head out to see her tomorrow morning. Okay?”

You were silent for a moment, causing his heart to stop at the possibility that it wouldn’t work this time, especially when you turned to look at him, your pout still prominent as well as the exhausted look in your eyes.

“Thank you.” You said weakly, causing him to exhale in relief, leaning his head against yours in solace.

[jcylenz]

4, 11, 16, 19 (if you want) 😚⛄🌈

ask meme for muns

4. Can you tell us about your 5 favorite muses?

In alphabetical order, bc I can’t make an actual top list ranking them, but I still need some kind of order.

Alice Fortescue - The one baby I played the longest and in most situations and groups. My actual baby. She is the mother hen of Hogwarts, has a knack to become a martyr for the causes she believes in, she fiercely loves her friends and family and suffers I think one of the most tragic fates in HP altogether.

Darcy Palmer - (tw death) Translator and interpreter who traveled the world and fell in love with a woman high up in a gang (unknowing of all of that) that resulted in her witnessing the murder of the woman she loved, almost dying herself and her own sister getting killed in the process as well. Now she has to make her way through life in witness protection under a completely new name and identity, separated from the rest of her family while having to deal with her demons in the dead of the night.

Glenda Chittock - My tiny baby who started out with her nose in between the pages and who felt more comfortable around books than around people. She barely did anything, barely experienced everything. And then an illness of her little brother opens her eyes and makes her realize that she has to go out and try things. Ans slowly she opens up, can communicate with people more. She has a never-ending knowledge that she always spurs out at people whenever she is nervous. She first works for the Daily Prophet as a journalist, and then eventually realizes that while her rambling doesn’t work in writing, she can’t get her points across, in a medium where she can talk, she can be captivating and interesting, hence why she starts doing her own radio show - which is the only canon fact we know about her.

Heidi Bergen - (tw abuse) Oh boy, where do I even start. This baby went through so much shit in her life to get to where she is. Happy first few years, then being separated from her dickhead father and older brother, her mother practically abandoned her little sister and her so she had to raise her sister. All of this turned into anger that she didn’t know how to handle, isolating her from everyone except for her own sister. She was angry at the world and the world was angry right back at her. She found a release in boxing, but the attitude and the need to push most people away remained - while also clinging to any romantical partner she had with tooth and nail, desperate to find somebody who wouldn’t leave her in the end. Resulted in her being in an abusive relationship that she could barely get out of and after she ran off to halfway across the country to make sure she is really far away from the dude. She’s a kickass criminal defense lawyer and in different versions of her she was either fighting with any kind of clients or specifically protecting crime syndicates.

Isabel de la Vega - My narcissist, self-centered merm whose backstory resembles the little mermaid’s story in many ways, but is so completely different from that fictional character. She arrives to Soapberry, a town where the supernaturals can openly walk around and be themselves, running from her past mistakes and failures and tries to make a new life for herself while also having a superiority in her, a constant need to be right, be the center of attention and not share anything personal about herself.

11. Can you tell us about your favorite ship?

Uhhhh, why are you doing this to me? How am I supposed to choose just ONE? I’m going to cheat and say top 5 here too because I’m horrible and can’t be helped. In alphabetical order, bc I can’t make an actual top list ranking them, but I still need some kind of order.

Alice Fortescue/Amos Diggory (@theeriinyes) - my first Alice ship that started out as a kind of “oh we won’t go there because it’s not canon” and ended up with us absolutely going there because we couldn’t help it. They grew up together, fell in love slowly. He was a playboy, she was the mother hen. He wanted nothing more than to keep his family safe, she wanted to fight in the war beyond reason or logic. They loved each other more than anything and it’s been years and years and I’m still not over them honestly. They had a baby in the mids of the war and after Alice suffered the fateful ending of hers, Amos visits her every day, hoping that she’d wake up one day and remember him and their family. And now lemme just go and weep.

Ariel/Eli - My first ever big otp in RPing. Ariel was my OUAT indie who was struggling with having her memories back, dealing with the real world and the fairy world being so different and wanting to leave Storybrooke to explore and have adventures while not being able to because of the border-amnesia thing, while Eli was a wandered who had a shadow inhabiting his body since he was a kid, they were one and a same at this point and the two of them accidentally met and fell in love and oh boy was it beautiful. I loved them so freaking much and even though I’ve lost touch with the player of Eli since then and it took me incredibly long to even find Ariel’s old blog, I still think about them sometimes and weep over how beautiful they were.

Darcy Palmer/Diego Chavez (@diegojaimechavez) - Honestly they came as a surprise I think to both of us because we originally planned to have a completely platonic relationship between these two, but then they both went and had feelings for one another and there was no stopping them. “Enemies” to friends to lovers where they were forced to work together considering Diego was charged with keeping Darcy safe, so even though they were constantly fighting with each other, they couldn’t just stay away due to their situation, and then slowly they started opening up to one another and realizing their own errors and finding the good and lovable in the other and now they are dummies in love who refuse to admit or say it out loud but still have such huge trust and respect for each other that nobody is breaking that.

Carlota Fuentes/Gianluca Romano (@pedrazamaria​) - I mean, any of our babies could be on here, I could have really just made a list of top 5 just out of our babies but I restrained myself lol. But these two. One is the daughter of the leader of a huge gang while the other is a drug dealer in said gang. They didn’t really notice each other until one night they hook up and then they fall in love without meaning to. One never really looked for love but found it with him, the other was never considered worthy of love until she came along and they were happy. And then shit went down, torture and hatered and misunderstanding and they are pulled apart and for years they barely even interact, only for a family tragedy to bring them close again. Him hurting her on accident, without intent, and then her hurting him back in ways she knows would cause most pain because she is trying to protect her heart. It’s a mess, it’s tragical, they probably should stay away from each other, but they love each other too much to not gravitate back to each other sooner or later.

Alice Fortescue/Evan Mulciber - Unfortunately I can’t tag anyone here either, and I know this looks weird and unnatural to anyone who knows just the tiniest bit about the Marauders Era, but I swear it worked and it was beautiful. Alice was the one who would give the benefit of the doubt to anyone, Evan was the misunderstood antihero, ruthless to most but fiercely protective over those whom he considered family. They dated and were arranged to be married. And then the Mary incident happened and Alice broke things off, but the arranged marriage stayed. They were platonic, but Alice still saw the good in him and he still considered her family. He was impulsive and she tried to think through things, he was blamed for so many things he didn’t actually commit and she saw through the lies and knew he wasn’t to blame. It was complicated and simple all at the same time. And as weird and strange as this pairing sounds, I loved them so, so, so incredibly much.

16. How long have you been roleplaying?

It’s really fucking insane to write it down, but it’s been close to 10 years now. I started RPing around the end of S1 of Vampire Diaries. It was on LiveJournal, I brought Anna back from the dead and played her in a Hungarian RP. After that, I transitioned to Tumblr and did an Ariel OUAT indie for a long while before I fell into the world of groups and the rest is history.

19. What do you miss about old roleplay? (Roleplay before 2017?)

The amount of time I had to dedicate to it. I actually started working in 2017, before that I was in uni and high school and I remember having so much more time on my hand. And with that I miss the speed that I could move plots along. These days a lot of the time I can only get through my replies and then I already have to go to sleep or have other things to do, while before I could just do back and forths almost daily and that was so great. (Then again, back then my replies were mostly like one paragraph long, now I prefer long-ass paras, so that might be a contributing factor in it too.)

[bakudekuficlibrary]

hi! do you guys know of any good love triangle fics? maybe with bakugou and todoroki crushing on deku?

Hello! Here’s the link to our One-sided Todo/Deku + Jealous Bakugou mini-list. Below are the rest of the love triangle fics out there. Some aren’t confirmed as to whether or not the endgame is BakuDeku, and so I’ll make a note of which ones those are 😊 There are no repeats of the fics in the other list in this one, and this one is separated based on the one-sided ship. 

-Ellie

24 Works.

Todo/Deku & BakuDeku & Kiri/Baku

The Other Side Of The Door by Dontmindme9 ( G | 130,129+ | 49/? )

Izuku becomes Prince Shouto’s personal servant. Because Izuku has to follow him around every day, they get really close. When Izuku gets lost while on an errand, Shouto does everything he can to find him again. Meanwhile, Izuku is saved by a wild Bakugou. Inside the angry teen, Izuku see’s a side of Bakugou that no one has taken the time to see. Both take a liking to the innocent green haired boy, and refuse to give him up.

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Whatever It Takes by casschad ( M | 46,458+ | 15/30 )

Shoto and Kacchan are the sons of the Head of the League of Villains, and next in line to succeed when he retires. When they’re assigned a mission to spy on the All Might-led Hero Coalition, they set off with a few other villains to train alongside those with the best quirks in the hero capital undercover.

Enter Izuku Midoriya- a gifted trainer with a passion to find the best heroes to defeat the League of Villains. Meeting two very talented brothers with insanely powerful quirks has been nothing but a chore so far, but the three will come together to change the world as they know it, and maybe make it out alive.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Emotionally Abusive Parent]

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

[Abandoned] "Yeah..." I turned back around and he was waiting for me ( Not Rated | 1,180 | 1/1 )

“Sorry.” I hide my head from his face which was slowly turning into a smile.

“Did you think I’d believe that?” He questioned.

“No.”

“I didn’t, I know you Kacchan.” My heart ached. Was this lie bringing us closer together?

Fuck yeah.

I just nodded, my face red. He’s the only one who can call me that.

{ Curator’s Note: No endgame cause abandoned & orphaned }

Todo/Deku & BakuDeku

Wildfire by Tenkku ( E | 117,868 | 19/19 )

With his family in dire straits, omega nobleman Izuku is sent to marry the strongest alpha warlord, Katsuki Bakugo. But Bakugo wants nothing to do with him, and the marriage is for political and military purposes only. Izuku doesn’t see himself as a weak omega and wants to fight on the battlefield side-by-side with Bakugo. Izuku will find friendly comfort in Shouto Todoroki, the prince of the Western Territory, and Bakugo’s prisoner of war. Todoroki will see the qualities in Izuku that Bakugo refuses to see in a Dom-Omega mate, but Bakugo doesn’t like to share, especially when Izuku belongs to him. Izuku will do whatever he can to ensure that he stands beside his alpha mate on the battlefield and help to bring change to the hierarchy world of alphas. Izuku will have to choose between happiness with one alpha or duty with another; he can’t have both.

Go to Bed, Dumbass by sunsetsundae ( M | 37,128+ | 17/? )

"What the fuck are you doing here at two in the morning?" The blond male asked in a voice that was closer to a growl as he curled the weight he was holding.

"I could ask you the same question," Izuku replied with a small smile as he headed for the bench press.

[Internalized Homophobia]

Dreams Can Become Reality by KingKagura ( T | 140,679+ | 25/? )

Just as a quirkless young girl is about to give up on her dream, her destiny changes with the meeting of her idol, All Might.Midoriya Izuku is able to become a hero. After gaining the One For All quirk from All Might, Izuku embarks on her own action-packed adventure, full of friends, rivals, enemies, and romance.

Full House by Hana ( G | 12,881+ | 6/? )

"Izuku, honey you must endure it. I am sorry your mother is weak, but this is the only way I could support us since your father's death." Midoriya Inko says as she caresses her daughter's tear stained cheeks.-------------------------

It was so many years ago that Izuku and her mother had to work as maids for the Bakugou family. For her mother,she endured endless years of bullying from her master, and loneliness from her distant coworker who she could never confide in. Never in a million years would she think that they would both fall for her. Not only that, who would have thought a butler would have turned out to be an heir to the Todoroki company?

[Abandoned] Artifical Feelings by FujoshiKingdom ( T | 4,199 | 2/? )

Bakugo Katsuki was created for one reason: Protect Izuku Midoriya. Nothing Else.

Katsuki, a stubborn and prideful Demerian would not simply obey a timid human lacking self-preservation, yet he can't help but experience an unknown presence whirling in his stomach when he first laid eyes on the green-haired omega.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

{ Curator’s Note: Endgame unknown }

the green-eyed leviathan by amphitryte ( E | 21,904+ | 7/? )

Izuku Midoriya is a respected pirate who has voyaged the seas for years, creating a life for himself that was both fulfilling and satisfying. The crick in the neck for King Enji, Izuku finds himself with a bounty on his head to be brought back to the unruly tyrant dead or alive. However, another King, much younger and volatile than the one aforementioned, sinks his claws into Izuku first, and he has his reasons to keep the young buccaneer at his side.

Even better is the fact that the Crown Prince, Enji’s son, has also been taken by this hot-tempered King. Thrown into a rowdy mix of politics, drama, and scandal, Izuku will fight to obtain his life again. That won’t be easy, however, when he has two sets of royal stares tracking his every move with interest, curiosity, and lust gleaming in their eyes.

omegaverse | pirate au

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Gifted with a Curse by JunNoAce ( E | 29,371+ | 5/? )

Updated to Explicit for future chapters. There will be sex and some possible deaths and possible trolling to readers. Main ship is KatsuDeku, some others may be present.

~~~~~~~~19 year old Izuku and his mother moves in a new village in the country side.Izuku has the strange hobby of studying and learning about the mysteries behind magic, curses, and so on.He meets Shoto a traveler who seems to have been on many adventures. Izuku is very curious about what stories the boy may have to tell but feels embarrassed by how nice the other treats him.One day his mother leaves to visit a shop in their old town and doesn't make it back home on time. Izuku worried goes to search for her and comes across an old castle.Here is where he meets him, a cursed Lord Katsuki filled with rage and with the appearance of a beast.

Meteor by kxro_2 ( E | 5,523+ | 2/? )

Midoriya didn't remember the meteor that hit Japan 10 years ago and injured him, nor did he realize his body was changing in complex ways due to it. Worry not! A prestigious school had recently opened up and only accepted the victims of injury of the meteor, due to the blood deformities it caused.

Katsuki realized how toxic he had been towards Midoriya when they were kids, which is why he pushed him away and refused to talk to him. He wanted to make things work out, but he was horrible at it.

Todoroki was just interested in the pleasant smelling boy and wanted to maybe court him. Maybe not, since all he got were death glares from a jealous Katsuki

A/B/O AU No superheroes

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

He’s Mine by TheCommonPerson ( E | 1,364+ | 1/? )

Izuku was a rare nine-tailed fox, one of the last of his kind. His parents were killed when he was only three, and soon after the renown eight-tailed alpha lion, All-Might found him. A few years later when Izuku turned ten, he experienced his first heat and presented as an omega soon after that All-Might was called away and Izuku, was then left in the care of Shoto Aizawa, a four-tailed beta lone wolf. For five years Izuku lived in the central mountains with Aizawa until one harsh winter forced them from their home, they traveled into the eastern territories until they reached the cusp of the thick eastern forests where the beginnings of the eastern plains began.

The Bakugou pack controlled the Eastern forest while the Todoroki pride controlled the Eastern Plains, settled in the disputed land where the plains and the forest meet, Izuku encounters Katsuki the Six tailed Alpha wolf heir to the eastern forests pack and Shoto the Seven tailed Alpha panther heir to the eastern plains pride. Both Shoto and Katsuki view Izuku as their mate to be, and both intend to take him by whatever means necessary.

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Autumn Leaves by aftermath24 ( T | 28,713+ | 6/? )

It was a comfort that not many people had – to be able to pinpoint the exact moment their brains decided to go insane. For Izuku Midoriya, he'd be able to point at this moment with great confidence - the moment he saw nothing but empty clothes, and, instead of the classmate or even that loud blonde boy that he'd accidentally fallen on, a rat and a cat glaring at each other.

or

The fruits basket AU, where people turn into animals on physical contact

SeriesPart 1 of Nightbird

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

[Abandoned] A Poppy in the Field by Midnight_Solstice ( M | 8,540 | 4/10 )

Shouto gets a glimpse of his future with the help of the future-seeing quirk from one of his father’s sidekicks, and finds out he dies protecting the person he loves the most at the age of eighteen.

He doesn't know what to make of this information, so he simply turns a blind eye towards it.

After all, Todoroki Shouto doesn't... "fall in love".

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

[On Hiatus] Witch's Heart by Xyerose ( M | 5,953+ | 2/? )

Midoriya was fortunate enough to be a survivor of the Witch Hunt, one that wiped nearly the entire population of witches. He lives his life in complete solitude with his mother and his childhood friend, Bakugo Katsuki, encompassed within a world of false security and comfort. Within a flash, it all changes when the humans find him.

Right in front of his very eyes, his mother is burned at the stake.

...Enter Todoroki Shoto, the Witch Hunter with a wish he'd be willing to risk his own life for.

[ TW: Mentions of rape/non-con elements. I don't condone rape in any way nor do I support it. There is no actual rape within the story and there never will be. ]

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con | Dehumanization]

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Dramatic Love by AsakuraHannah ( T | 2,428+ | 2/? )

It’s more than just triangle love. It’s something your heart decides who you should stay with, even through hard time.

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Summer Breeze by CapersAndPines ( T | 5,293+ | 5/? )

Summer AU! Todoroki and Midoriya were childhood friends separated by distance and time. Summer has come and a mysterious boy has appeared. Is this what they call fate? Where does the summer breeze intend to take them?

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Izu/Ocha & BakuDeku

Of What ifs and time machines by Maru_Chan ( T | 47,765+ | 7/? )

Because the harsh reality was, that Izuku Midoriya was getting married tomorrow afternoon, and that no matter how Katsuki felt about it, there was nothing he could do to change that fact.

Or maybe there was.(Or: in which Bakugou Katsuki gets the bad end, and later gets another shot at rewriting it.)

Not Stated

You get a heart by Nephel_Cloud ( E | 35,486+ | 6/? )

At four years old, Izuku was deemed quirkless and useless for the world, his one close friend that he had trusted left him.His confidence and hope dimnished little by little as the years passed, the bullying adding more damage to him than only the physical scars.On a day, where everything seemed to happen at once, his life suddenly turned around. His hope had dimnished, but not the still colorful and detailed dream of becoming a hero. Unexpectedly, he finds help on his way to his dreams, and a rekindled relationship between two childhood friends ensue. How will the road towards heroism play out, for both of them?

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Sexism]

{ Curator’s Note: This work has the “Love Triangles” tag, but I can’t find where it states who is involved in the love triangle. }

His Kingdom by ElopeToTheSea ( M | 15,462+ | 4/15 )

"The kingdom or him?" Ochako asked. Her voice was low, full of disdain. "What will you chose?"

Izuku smiled, there was no fear in him. There was nothing he could ever regret in that second.

"My answer hasn't changed, princess," he responded. "And it never will."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Pitiful."

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

{ Curator’s Note: Same thing. Love Triangles tag, but unclear who is involved. }

The Dragon King's mate by twilightwings ( E | 23,424+ | 7/? )

Izuku decides to go after a rare flower that only grows, on a mountain in the Dragon King's territory. She discovers someone from her past living with the dragon, she is plunged into his world where she fell in love with him all over again. however there a noble knight who wants her hand in marriage. But However, there something sinister in the wake, when is a threaten force from the past is threating to return.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

{ Curator’s Note: Same thing. }

HypoThalamus [Hiatus] by ToxicPooPoo ( Not Rated | 41,131+ | 7/? )

Coming across old friends wouldn't cause you to discover more about the global mass murderers, an unusual dreaming ability, and the problem of seeing too much, yet Izuku Midoriya found himself in these conditions. The boy is driven by his concealed passion to rescue the innocent despite how illegal it is. With four hours of sleep every night and a hidden power that no one has acknowledged, he manages to complete vigilante duties at midnight. Izuku soon realizes that secrets aren't permanent, tragedies are the future's best friend, and that you should never ever play with fire.

Going on a hiatus, I'm not really motivated to continue this at the moment. I have another fanfic idea involving cool lookin' creatures and I wanna do that first since I'm more into that. When I get ahold of that fic, I'll also try to write these chapters and then post them every week when I feel it's where I want it to be.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Self-Hatred | Suicide Attempt | Panic Attacks | Dissociation | Addiction | Child Abuse]

{ Curator’s Note: You already know it babey. Read the notes above. }

Todo/Deku & BakuDeku & Shin/Deku

Why Me by Nonstopshipper ( T | 1,196 | 1/1 )

“Will you go out with me!!!”Izuku found himself surrounded by 3 people all asking for the same thing.

{ Curator’s Note: No endgame }

Todo/Deku & BakuDeku & Kiri/Deku

[Abandoned] We Found Love in a Hopeless Place by rap_cinna_mon ( G | 1,698 | 2/2 )

This is an AU where myths and legends exist.Forbidden forests, magical creatures, special abilities, curses and cure.

Adventure, fantasy, and romantic comedy.

This story is really slow paced.

{ Curator’s Note: No endgame because it was abandoned }

[lili-typos]

Josh Appreciation Week - Day 5: Happiness

It’s been a while

“That’s not fair, Sam! I have seen it before!”

“Come on, Lena, you already have a bunch of things! It’s my turn now”

“You have a lot of things too!”

“But I just have one toy! I want this one so that it has a friend, so let me have it!

“No”

“Yes”

“NO”

“YES”

“NO NO NO NO”

“YES YES YES YE--”

“Okay, what’s going on here?”

The two YK500 child androids stopped fighting immediately when Josh approached them with his hands on his hips. One of the children was sustaining a rather old bunny toy by its legs while the other did it by its ears, almost wrestling to keep it, and probably if Josh hadn’t appeared at that moment, the poor stuffed animal would have ended torn off.

“So?”, Josh inquired, looking at the children alternatively, “what’s the problem?”

The children interchanged an angry glance and, predictably, both of them began to speak at the same time, causing Josh to raise his index finger in the air.

“Ah ah, one at a time, please. Lena, you first”

Josh more or less managed to make both children to take turns in explaining what had happened. He listened to their arguments in silence, allowing them to speak all they wanted, and just then he decided to talk.

“Very well, I have understood the problem. And I know how to solve it”

Both Sam and Lena looked at Josh expectant, obviously waiting to be the one PJ500 chose to have the toy.

“Since both of you already have one toy...”, Josh gently took the stuffed animal and the children followed Josh’s movement with their eyes, “...I think it’s better if we give it to another child that doesn’t have any”

Josh was expecting too when Sam and Lena began to protest, so he crouched in front of them.

“Because…”, the children immediately shut up when Josh’s tone became a little sad, “...there are children that are still recovering from their stay in the camps”

Sam and Lena gulped when hearing Josh, so the PJ500 left the bunny on the ground next to him with delicacy before taking Sam and Lena’s hands respectively.

“And right now, they need all the help we can offer them. And I really think that if you both go to visit them and lend them that toy, even if it’s just for a while…”, Josh smiled at them, “...they will get better”

This time, Sam and Lena interchanged a look that was hesitant at first, but almost immediately they smiled at each other, looked at Josh again and nodded with energy, causing the J500 to chuckle before dragging the children towards him in a tight hug that they effusively returned.

“Thank you”, Josh said sincerely, standing up with the toy before offering it to the children again, “would you like to deliver it to the children yourselves?”

Sam and Lena nodded again and reached for the toy at the same time, but this time instead of fighting to have it Sam took the bunny’s right arm while Lena took the left and together abandoned the room in such a hurry that they almost stomped against North, who had about to enter the room.

“Hey, be careful, you little demons!”

The children apologized but the cheery ‘sorry’ that they said while laughing made the apology lose part of its effect.

“Don’t try it, North”, Josh joked, “your bad aura just works with adults. Children are able to see that deep inside you are a softi-ouch!”

“Who are you calling softie, you idiot?”

“North, it was a compliment”, Josh protested while rubbing his arm in the place North had hit him.

“Not for me”

North shook her head towards the door and after sighing with patience Josh followed the female deviant, who was also suppressing a smile, out of the room.

Two weeks had passed since the revolution ended and while Markus and Connor, who was on their side now, negotiated with the President Warren about their rights, the deviants had installed in several abandoned buildings on the outskirts Detroit.

It was something provisional until they had a legal right to own a home, but Josh found himself pretty satisfied for now. After all, compared to Jericho where they had been forced to live hidden without being able to see the sunlight, now they could go outside whenever they wanted. Of course they had suffered some incidents of anti-android people that had tried to sneak to throw them things and insult them, but it was nice to see that there were other people that supported them, and that also approached to help them and offer them supplies.

Everything was changing. Slowly, that was true, but it was a start.

“By the way, you haven’t told me where we are going”

“It’s a surprise”, North snorted when Josh looked at her with scared eyes, “fuck, can you just relax? For once if something bad”

“Are you sure? Because I haven’t recovered from you last ‘surprise’”

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad”

“…”

“What? You are a history freak, so I thought you would like to know that there were some pretty old documents on one of the basements!”

“Oh, and I liked the documents. But I could have lived without the damn room collapsing, almost burying me alive”

“And how the heck was I going to know that?! Don’t you dare to blame me for it!”

“I don’t! I just say that I would very much prefer not to have more surprise of that kind and…”

…and Josh shut up, mouth falling opened in disbelief while looking at an specific spot next to one of the demolished buildings.

“See?”, North crossed her arms with a smile, “I told you it was a good surprise”

Josh didn’t say anything. He was busy staring at the woman who was waiting for him sitting on a bench outside the building, with an adorable two years-old baby sitting on her lap.

“Hey”, the woman carefully left her daughter on the floor and stood up, “it’s been a while…professor Josh”

Josh gulped, not knowing well how to react at first, but when the woman smiled in that familiar shy way all his hesitation disappeared and he approached in a couple of rapid steps to hug her with forec.

“Dominika”

The woman chuckled with astonishment.

“You still remember me”

It was Josh’s turn to chuckle while separating a little to look at the young woman.

“Of course I do. You were the only person who saw that I was more than a simple machine, even before than myself”, Josh’s tone turned apologetic, “At the moment I didn’t realize it, but after waking up I remembered that you were always alone. People called you ‘the android freak’ for defending me when no one else did”, Josh’s tone kept sounding guilty but also grateful, “thank you. You don’t have any idea of how much what you did for me then has helped me now”

Dominika gulped, clearly moved by Josh’s words.

“It’s funny you say that”, Dominika took her daughter’s hand while this one kept looking up at Josh with curiosity, “because I’ve come here to thank you”

Josh looked at the woman with surprise, but before he could ask anything she continued, her non-American accent more evident with the rapid way she was talking.

“When I heard about what those students did to you, I feared the worst. I thought you were dead. But when the androids began the revolution, something inside me told me you were with them. And then I saw you in the march, in first line leading the rest of deviants, and decided that as soon as I could I had to see you again to thank you for choosing a pacific revolution. For not giving up on us”, Dominka’s smile widened while taking one of Josh’s hands in hers, “I couldn’t be more proud when I told my daughter that the man leading the march and bringing hope to human and androids was my teacher”

Josh didn’t realize he was silently crying until his vision got suddenly blurry.

However, unlike the other times he had cried to let out his pain, the tears that covered now his eyes were different, warmer, because they had been provoked for his former students’ kind words. Words that were the proof that Josh hadn’t been mistaken, that all the sacrifices hadn’t been for nothing, that there were nice people like Dominika who believed in them and were ready to fight by their side.

“Please, tell me something: Josh was such a crybaby when he was a teacher?”

Josh turned towards North with a glare while Dominika began to laugh, but when seeing the way North was teasingly smirking at him Josh couldn’t pretend to be annoyed and ended chuckling too while removing his remaining tears with the tissue the young woman offered him.

Yes, that kind of tears were good.

Because they were born from happiness.

[radiojamming]

Y'know what would be awful? If Joseph never really realizes that Anastasia is his kid until the cage confrontation when he tells her his origin story, but the story he tells her is the one from canon. So not only did her bio dad abandon her and create a cult, but he also tells people he murdered her as a baby for religious street cred.

>:)

(also normally i don’t like taking canon conversation verbatim from its source but i think joseph’s speech is pretty poignant.)

(aaaaand obvious warnings for, uh, joseph’s whole speech about his kid. yeah.)

- - -

The air is weighed down with the stench of smoke and waste. Ana’s eyes sting with it and nausea rises and falls every time she so much as turns her head. That damn song is still echoing in the back of her skull, and if it didn’t stick that Jacob–goddamnit, her uncle–is pretty fucked up, the general state of what she thinks might be his backyard just drives that point home firmly. She’s not sure what the plan for her is, because there’s a handful of things that can be done to people in cages, but the way Pratt stutters and fumbles on his words makes her think that it isn’t going to be anything pretty.

And then she sees her father.

It’s telling that by now, the hair on the back of her neck rises like hackles when she sees him. She’s had a lot of time to parse a few things about since she arrived, through one propaganda session at Jacob’s hands and a swan dive off the statue of her father thanks in part to her adoptive aunt. She hasn’t dealt with John yet, but she has a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t treat her much better. Through it all, though, she’s come to realize that all of this is due part and parcel through Joseph. He might not represent the whole machine, but he’s the man that put most of the gears together and winds it up to make it work. If she traces any of this back, she’ll find him at the proverbial reigns.

That thought makes her feel even more sick, even though she knew, to some degree, what she might find. A man running a doomsday cult can only be so mentally healthy, and this has obviously catapulted itself into something that can’t be so neatly defined. 

Joseph comes to her cage, and damn it all if he doesn’t completely act the part of benevolent saint. His expression is all lofty neutrality, like he’s achieved enlightenment and just deigns to walk among mortals now out of a sense of obligation. And then he crouches down to her level, watching her with the firelight reflecting on his lenses.

“I know you are in pain,” he says softly, keeping one hand on a bar in front of her face. “The Lord taketh, and the Lord giveth, huh?” 

He pauses for a moment, and if Ana wasn’t looking for it, she’d miss the strange, dull shine in his eyes. It’s fleeting, lost in a moment.

“But you’re not the only one to be tested,” he says. “Did you know I had a wife?”

He holds out his right arm then, turning it over and pushing aside the rosary, and Ana’s heart palpitates so violently that she thinks she’s going to faint. There, wreathed in datura blossoms, peering through a curtain of dark hair, is the face of her mother. Ana can almost see the woman in the photograph, with her dark hair and her crooked grin. It’s strange to see it all etched on her father’s skin, this funerary portrait. He reverently runs his fingers over the tattoo, tracing the edge of her face, a spot right under her visible eye. It’s gentle, and for a second–just a second–Ana thinks she might understand. She might see what her father and mother were really like.

“So beautiful, isn’t she?” he asks, but obviously to no one in particular. But Ana agrees, because she’s always thought that. She loves the parents who took her in, but she’s always held this secret love for a woman she was never able to meet, tucked in a dusty little corner of her heart. She loves the woman in the photograph, and for this strange moment, she loves the woman her father loves, because this is the first time in her life she’s truly aware of her mother’s presence. Outside of a death certificate and a photograph, she hasn’t really existed until now.

Joseph looks up at Ana then, and the dullness has returned to his eyes, but there’s no shine there now. “We were pregnant with our first child. And we were just babies ourselves, really. And I was terrified,” he says, his voice catching on the last word with something that’s almost a laugh. “On becoming a father. Mostly about money.” He looks up at this, and then there’s a slight tug at his mouth. “She wasn’t worried. She had faith that things were going to work out. She always had faith.”

Ana feels like she’s in a dream, hearing her father talk about her mother, talk about her. It just reminds her that he doesn’t know. He has no idea who he’s speaking to, because by all rights, this situation shouldn’t be happening. He left her in that little hospital right above the Georgia and South Carolina border, and there’s no reason she should reappear in a little county in Montana.

Then–

“And then one day, she was going to go visit a friend. There was an accident… and the Lord taketh.”

Her heart double-beats again, and there’s a cold feeling encroaching on her insides.

“And they rushed me to a hospital and put me in a room with this little pink bundle stuffed with tubes and they told me I had to be strong because my little girl was going to live.”

She stares at him, wide-eyed, throat tightening and burning with an emotion that she has no name for. There is no word on earth for what she feels.

“God was looking out for our daughter. And they left me alone in a room with her. I just… stared,” he says. He’s fixed her with his gaze, but it’s clear that in his head, he’s somewhere far away. “At my daughter. So helpless. So innocent.”

God, he has no clue. 

More than that, Ana now knows he was there. He was with her at the beginning, standing in the shadow of her mother’s death. It starts to make sense, and it starts to fill in those little gaps that have been left in Ana’s head for years; all the hows and whys. She starts to understand him.

“All she had in the world was me; a nobody, from nowhere, with nothing.”

Something in her aches, and tears start to burn at the corners of her eyes. Even after everything, after all of the agony of searching for him and turning up one of the worst possibilities of where he could be– She wants to reach through the bars, reach for him. She wants to say that now she gets it, that she forgives him even though there was no way that she could have known. Because even after all of this, she still thinks of those long nights when she was growing up when she hid under her blankets with a flashlight and looked at her parents at that party, and it felt as though there was a hole in her chest that couldn’t be filled because they weren’t there.

But now he is here, regardless of what he’s become or what he’s done. She can actually see her father in him, in this sad desperation clinging to his voice, this resignation that he just couldn’t be that man–

“And in that moment I knew that God was testing me. He was laying out a path before me and all I had to do was choose,” he says. 

But his voice isn’t… It isn’t right.

Something’s wrong.

“So I put my hand on my little girl’s head and I leaned in and I could smell. And we prayed together,” he says. The voice he speaks in now isn’t him, and that cold, gnawing, empty thing begins to creep into her again. “Prayed for wisdom. Prayed for strength… Then I knew. I heard God’s plan for me.”

No. No, this isn’t him.

“And I took my fingers and I put them on that little plastic tube taped to her angelic face and I pinched it shut,” he whispers. Ana looks at him in horror, seeing his pupils blown wide, his gaze empty and dead. “And after a little while her legs began to kick and kick. Then… nothing. Stillness. Release.”

If he says something after that, Ana doesn’t know. She can’t hear so much as a whisper above the roar in her ears, the raging tempest inside of her head. She’s only dimly aware of her hands trembling on the bars. If anything, she feels like everything happening around her is now happening to someone else, as her vision shifts away from her father’s face to Jacob beside him, staring down at them with an unreadable expression. Then, back to her father.

No, back to the man that was her father.

Because in his words, in his memory, he killed her. He suffocated her and left her for dead, if anything he says is true. And for fuck’s sake, it could be and it couldn’t be, because she doesn’t know if she can believe anything from him anymore. 

She’s aware that he opens his mouth, but then, so does she. She feels the muscles in her jaw tighten and loosen, and she feels that burning in her throat suddenly travel down into her stomach and melt that ice that’s taken hold of her. Then, her grip on the bars doesn’t shake anymore. It tightens, and it holds vise-like on the metal.

“You…” she starts, voice low and furious. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Passiveness. Of course. He can’t look at her with anything less than that stupid dead-eyed saint look. And he doesn’t say a word.

Good, because she has enough for the both of them.

“You’re a fucking liar, and you know it,” she snarls. God, she’s no better than the wolves. “Do they know? Your followers? Your own fucking family?”

He just stares, but she feels a little gratified to see a pinch in his brow. “What are you talking about, child?” he asks, voice still so deceptively soft. 

“You walked away from that hospital, and you–” She chokes on her words, too angry to deal them out in any way that isn’t outright rage. Instead, she repositions them, tries not to do what her biological family seems so fond of doing, playing around with words and anecdotes and only cutting to the chase when they’ve strung someone along enough. “You didn’t kill her. You walked away.”

Staring. Perfectly passive staring.

Then, for the first time, something like recognition. 

Sometimes, the best thing to do, is to walk away.

Fuck. He said it right then and there, because that’s all he’s ever done. He walked away from his wife’s body, from his child, from a crime scene, from an entire state. Away and away, until he found a place where he didn’t have to walk anymore. 

“You didn’t kill your daughter. You came to the hospital, you identified a body, and then you left,” Ana says, voice staying steady. She’s almost proud of herself for that. “And it took me years to find you again. All I had to work with is a birth certificate and a photograph, and now I don’t even have that.”

Joseph stares for only a moment more. Then, for the first time since she’s met him, he seems completely robbed of speech. His eyes get wider by the second, moving around frantically, trying to– Trying to find someone in her face. 

And she knows he could. She knows because she used to look in her bedroom mirror, trying to find pieces of people that she knew from the photograph. And she knows because she’s looked since then, finding some pieces of her father in places on her face, in the way she carries herself. He’ll find his and his wife’s dark hair there, and his wife’s eyes, his cheekbones, her jaw, the set of her mouth under his slightly crooked nose. He’ll see this delicate mix of two people taking the form of someone that he’s supposed to have murdered.

Ana knows the moment he sees it, because he suddenly stands up straight, taking a full step back from the cage. 

Jacob looks between Ana and Joseph, and Ana knows that Jacob’s too quick-thinking not to understand what’s just happened. There’s a recognition in his expression as well, but there’s now an extra hesitation. Whatever he had planned for her, he’s clearly having to rethink.

“Joseph–” he starts, unsure, but Joseph shakes his head.

“No. No, just…” He shakes his head again, like he’s trying to clear away the possibility. But all he has to do is look at her once more. “Move her. Somewhere. Just not here. I need to…”

He doesn’t say what he needs to do, because suddenly he’s walking away. 

Again.

[unrequited-words]

Phone calls?

I returned one brother's phone call and ask him how things were going and he said he's doing okay and he also asked me how I was doing first and foremost which was quite shocking because he is a very narcissistic asshole.

I eventually asked what happened to Mom's cats and he said well we couldn't really bring them with us because we are at a weekly place and there's essentially no room for two cats so I left him in there and I'm just like excuse me? You left living breathing animals because you couldn't take care of them?

So what's the difference between taking your for children and then just leaving two cats behind because your life is so fucking backwards you can't take the two hours it takes to drop off these cats even at a Humane Society or he'll even at a no-kill shelter and the more I think about it the more I want to call my mom and I can't because I realize she's dead and I just get angrier and angrier like how the fuck do you do that like what type of disgusting human being are you?!

It was funny because I was talking with my best friend about it a few days beforehand and we joked and said I wouldn't be surprised if he abandoned them and lo and behold the next day I got a phone call asking what happened to the cats and of course they are abandoned. One of my rescues was abandoned.

He was almost a year old and there previous owners well his previous owners decided to leave him and some of his litter mates and I'm just thinking there is a special type of Hell awaiting for people for shit people who do this and it's not even an accident these motherfuckers do it on purpose.

It's so funny how backwards his life is to me. We meaning one of my brothers and myself we begged him to go see our mother before she died and he can even spend an hour with her. I understand that his wife needed to get to work and he didn't want to leave the responsibility of his children of his three youngest children to the oldest one and I understand that he was torn but like he made this choice to be with his wife 20 fucking years ago

of course I get these little stories told of what he's doing the choices he makes and for me I would think being almost a 45 year old man you would have your shit figured out but instead you don't it's so disgusting because you knew what we went through his children and and instead of breaking the cycle you're going to introduce your children to alcoholics and anger and nastiness and be okay with it?

Instead you'll be complacent with it because you feel like you don't have choices when the choices really are to snip your dick so you stop having children and to leave your bat shit crazy fucking cunt of a wife?

It's so weird I knew this hole in my heart with close but I just think the way my mom's last year was completely a shitshow. She went to living with my father and staying in her bedroom with an actual bed to eventually not being able to take care of herself so she had to live with one brother and instead of bringing her bed she had to store everything in storage and for the last almost five years she has slept on a goddamn fucking couch

I think it pisses me off the most is the fact that my brother saw my mom decline for the last fucking year and he didn't do shit about it. Because if he did anything about it he knew the cash cow would be gone and he knew he wasn't in a position to where he's like Mom I shouldn't take your money anymore how about you get your own apartment? But it didn't go down that way and I could be angry until this comes out

when I to speak my peace and tell him how exactly how I feel maybe it will open his eyes but it won't because he will be like dude why are you so mad and basically no harsh Vibes and it's like first of all you took almost every red Cent my mother had to her name because you're so fucking retarded you can't get your life straight second of all your wife with your last two youngest instead of getting on medication and coping she did everything in her power to not have these children she drink hard liquor she smoked marijuana

I understand it's not meth but it's still putting in drugs that affect your unborn child and when he finally gets the news of what his wife does he pretends everything is okay? How deep are you in your denial that you will not leave your wife because you don't want your children split you shouldn't have put your children in this scenario in the first place

I think I was just so disgusted with everything. I know my brother had a lot on his plate because he was evicted and he needed to find a place for him and his family to live but the shack. I had to take care of my mother and my second oldest brother had to take care of my mother because another brother was way too weak to drive the two hours to see his mother and the other one has made so many poor choices that this affects me and it affects me because I get here

My second oldest brother sob and wonder why the first oldest is a piece of shit and why he doesn't care and he truly believes if it wasn't for her my oldest brother borrowing money and my mom would be enough so much better position I mean she had it in insurance the entire time she was in hospice and if she decided to not pay my brother's bills anymore I really don't think it would have changed the scenario

it wouldn't even have changed seven years ago and my dad died maybe a little bit but it wouldn't change who my brothers are and it wouldn't change that I was my mother's caregiver all the way until she had her very last breath

I know what I heard when my brother went to go visit not even an hour with my mom. I heard him say that were straight I heard him say we are okay and they had a big fight over it right before my mom entered the hospital he was yelling at my mom and my mom was yelling at him and she wanted to call CPS and he is like we'll never be okay we'll never be straight

and now that you actually have a job that pays you enough and now that you're moving into a three-bedroom apartment you think everything is going to be straight you think everything's going to be okay? Absolutely not he has burnt I believe his last Bridge with me I wouldn't say I'm done I would say I want space from him and I don't want to hear stories of how his wife fucked up this week or how she passed out from drinking or how his oldest daughter gets the opportunity and responsibility to watch her three older brothers and sisters when her parents are at work when this little girl should be asleep but again who am I to judge I only see these things and know their disaster and no one listens to me

It's kind of funny that the problems I had before my mother passing are still here and I wouldn't say they are exacerbated I would say that I make the choice now to either have my brother in my life and be okay with his life choices or not and I think I'm just going to keep my distance because why be in someone's toxic life on all they do is talk about themselves and their family and their life and they really don't give a shit if you live or die

[ladyloveandjustice]

Mom and I listened to Chernow’s biography of Hamilton before seeing the play and I want to write down some of my favorite hot facts that were basically “WHAT A SOAP OPERA  ALL THESE GUYS ARE SO FUCKING PETTY” dont try to nitpick for accuracy on these they’re heavily paraphrased take them with a grain of salt i’m just writing this so i can remember the basics

-I think actually maybe the most hilarious and admittedly brave thing Hamilton did was very early on, a bunch of revolutionary guys came to lynch his prof from Kings College for being a loyalist. Even though they weren’t on the same side, Hamilton was there for his prof, so he actually BLOCKED THIS ANGRY MOB at the staircase and LECTURED them to give his prof time to escape. He was like “blablabla U GUYS R HURTING THE CAUSE >:(” and somehow they didn’t all kill him and he successfully delayed them. Amazing.

-Hamiltons mom was AN EXTREME BADASS, basically her mother sold her off to marry this mean guy and she HATED HIM and he hated her for not being submissive enough and she was like “screw you” and just..left. So he threw her in prison for adultery! like literally prison! and it was prison that wasn’t even used for anything else she was the only one in the prison. He thought this would finally make her submissive but instead she basically skipped town the second she was let out and NEVER CAME BACK. So she was still married to this dude the whole time, which is why she couldn’t marry Hamilton’s dad. 

(also after Hamilton’s dad left she ran a shop to support her family, which was unusual for a young woman to do back then, but she was independent like whoa)

unfortunately she also had a son with her first husband that she left behind with when she ran away(in her defense, I imagine she didn’t have the means to support him at the time and also would have gotten caught if she went back for him), so her first husband turned her son against her, reminding him all the time that she abandoned him and saying she was evil...so when she died the son basically came in and claimed all of the property she’d left and rendered his orphaned half-brothers homeless.NOT VERY NICE AT ALL.

-James Monroe and two other dudes were actually the ones who confronted Hamilton about possible speculation and he invited them to his house and gave this WHOLE HOUR LONG presentation on his affair, with a bazillion papers and letters as proof. Like about fifteen minutes in, everyone realized they were wrong and were like “okay we’re very sorry for poking our nose into your private matters we believe you we’ll leave you alone” but Hamilton was like “NO I’M NOT DONE YOU HAVEN’T HEARD IT ALL YET” and went through the entire thing in ridic self-flagellating detail while his audience just cringed. Afterwards one of the guys was like “that was one of the most humiliating things i’ve ever witnessed”

-Anyway James Monroe definitely probably leaked the Reynolds documents Hamilton showed him even though he swore not to show them to anyone. YES A FUTURE PRESIDENT WHO COULD NOT BE TRUSTED WE’RE ALL SURPRISED.Hamilton was SO mad about this he wrote to him basically saying “YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE OR MEET ME OUTSIDE” because that was his response to everything.  Burr was actually chosen as the mediator for this because he was friendly to both of them at the time and he basically tried to calm them both down and prevent a duel. Monroe had initially said he believed that Hamilton wasn’t embezzling or speculating or whatever, but then he was like “UH I CHANGED MY MIND I’VE DECIDED NOW YOU ARE” which made Hamilton SO mad. Burr actually chastised Monroe about this, basically like “c’mon, we both know Hamilton would never betray his office, I know it, you know it, It’s Hamilton.” Anyway Burr saved Hamilton from dueling James Monroe.

But do you know who ELSE would have probably been fine dueling James Monroe? ELIZA. She was, rightfully, very pissed at him for exposing something that hurt her so much. Monroe did his time as president, and once it was over, he decided he wanted to patch things up with her (Hamilton was long dead by this time ofc, and Eliza was elderly). So he came to her house and Eliza was Not Happy when a servant reported his arrival. Hamilton’s kids remembered “her voice got low like it always does when she’s angry”. She went to see him in their living room and he was all “So, Eliza, a lot has happened and there was fault on both sides”-

and she was basically like “EXCUSE ME??? IS THAT AN APOLOGY? BECAUSE IT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE AN APOLOGY. IF YOU’RE HERE TO ACTUALLY APOLOGIZE I’LL LISTEN TO IT. BUT IF YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME SOME WEAK “BLAME ON BOTH SIDES” BULLSHIT I’M NOT HERE FOR IT. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOU SAYING SORRY THAT YOU BETRAYED MY LATE HUSBAND AND RUINED OUR LIVES. IF YOU CAN’T SAY THAT, THEN GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE”.

Monroe was flabbergasted, and apparently it was too much for him to give an actual apology, so he just left. So let the record show Eliza schooled an ex-president and kicked him out of her house.

-everything relating to Phillip and Hamilton’s duels was super sad. When he was waiting to hear about the results of Phillip’s duel with the doctor (or someone) Hamilton was so overcome with anxiety he actually fainted. He had to be propped up by two people during the funeral because he was so unsteady. Not only did he fall into his first bout of lethargic depression and actually didn’t write anything for a good while (a big deal for him) he didn’t even answer sympathy notes until four months later (also a big deal for him).

-According the doctor, in his own duel, Hamilton knew it was a mortal wound as soon as he was shot. He collapsed, but came to on the boat and the first thing he said was “GUYS BE CAREFUL OF HANDLING THAT PISTOL IT’S STILL LOADED IT COULD GO OFF I DIDN’T ACTUALLY SHOOT IT BUT PLEASE REMEMBER TO TELL EVERYONE I WAS GOING TO THROW AWAY MY SHOT” He did actually shoot it of course, but he fact he didn’t seem to know this makes it seem more likely he just accidentally squeezed the trigger when he was shot.

- the other thing he kept babbling about was how they should get Eliza but break it to her gradually. in stages. Ease her into it. Which it’s nice you’re considerate of her feelings NOW, wish you’d been considerate enough NOT TO DO THE DUEL.

-anyway the description of his death in the bio was very sad and he said he didn’t hold anything against Burr and was at peace though so i guess that’s nice.

-in contrast Burr was such an ASSHOLE about Hamilton’s death omg

-Before I go into WHAT A GIANT ASS JERK HE IS I will give Burr one credit: he believed strongly women were equal to men, and made sure Theodosia was educated in everything, and even had her taught to shoot from horseback. Like he really wanted to make sure his daughter knew how to kill stuff from a horse. i respect that.

-what I don’t respect is that Hamilton actually has EXTREMELY GOOD REASON to feel he couldn’t be trusted in office- there was this whole drama where after New York had a yellow fever epidemic, Burr started pushing this Manhattan water company that would provide clean water to the public, which would be a huge help with yellow fever. He got Hamilton on board with it. But his real plan was actually to sneak in some last minute provisions to the water company bill that basically turned it from a water company to a bank that could complete with Federalist banks. Not only compete with them, but have less restrictions to them. So he basically tricked Hamilton into pushing through a bill that was designed to undermine his own beloved banks. Hamilton was PRETTY PISSED, and I can’t blame him for that. Not to mention, the water company obviously never happened, and other water companies weren’t set up because everyone thought it would be covered- so when yellow fever came back to new york? No clean water, lots of deaths, some of which could have probably been prevented if Burr hadn’t been a greedy asshole.

-Burr showed some signs of regret immediately after the duel, moving towards Hamilton and wanting to talk to him, but he pretty much treated it pretty callously after that. Actually, he want to have breakfast afterwards, and his cousin came to visit and they chatted and HE ACTED COMPLETELY NORMAL AND NEVER MENTIONED HE’D LITERALLY JUST KILLED THE FORMER SECRETARY OF TREASURY. When Burr’s cousin went into town afterwards someone told him what had happened and cuz was like “nah you gotta be wrong i was just with him and he didn’t mention anything like that at all! He seemed completely normal!” then he saw a newspaper and was like “WHAT THE FUCK.”

-he also happily went around sleeping with tons of ladies after the duel and even wrote to Theodosia saying “I actually recommend doing a duel and courtship at same time it keeps ya invigorated” AND WOW WHAT A SUPER APPROPRIATE THING TO WRITE TO YOUR DAUGHTER. Maybe Theodosia was glad to die at sea after reading that. Anyway, the only sign of regret Burr really showed was “the world was wide enough” quote (which might have been a dark joke, but I think there was a grain of truth in it regardless, like Lin Manuel says, who knows).

-Burr was in incredible debt- (so was Hamilton when he died- Eliza’s inheritance from her dad wasn’t enough to cover it but fortunately all of Hamilton’s friends came together and secretly gave Eliza money to cover it which is nice. Jefferson was in SO much debt when he died his entire estate and 200 slaves were all sold to cover it. yeah he didn’t free anyone besides the slaves who were his children in his will, an asshole to the end.) so he left the country to escape creditors in addition to the murder charges and used a pseudonym. 

-Burr also had this weird fucking plan to become emperor of mexico or seize spanish florida or some shit and was plotting it, and he was actually tried for treason because of this! Thomas Jefferson REALLY REALLY wanted Burr to get punished and put all the pressure he could on the Supreme Court to find him guilty and it was test of our constitutional powers- would the supreme court bow down to the president? turns out no, since Burr got off.

-However, he wasn’t unscathed- a SHIT-TON of people close to him died around the time Theodosia died and he was devastated and basically a recluse afterwards (life doesn’t discriminate...) He married a second wife, but she then realized he was fucking terrible with money and was going to drive her into poverty with his shitty land deals (also she was nearly 20 years younger- I wonder if she was counting on him dying and leaving her something and then realized he was going to die and leave her with DEBT instead). So she got- DRUMROLL- ALEXANDER HAMILTON’S SON, ALEX JR, TO DIVORCE THEM. such a asshole move honestly, i gotta respect it, you go girl. Burr might not have been able to tell what was going on though since he was having strokes and stuff. She managed to divorce him JUST IN TIME, on the day of his death.

-honestly i’m most interested in the petty drama of history and how all these people were just behaving like they’re five and fucking up constantly and listening to this biography proved that to me. people are so ridiculous.