#apersonwhowrites

[doueverwonder]

I wrote Penn being a good dad if anyone cares

[apersonwhowrites]

i look at her and i feel everything i’ve never said 

[ao3feed-bamon]

Come As You Are

by apersonwhowrites

Bonnie Bennett has decided to take her life into her own hands. She won't let her parents make decisions about her future any longer. She only wishes that they felt the same way, but - unfortunately - they hate the ones she's made so far. It creates a rift between them: Bonnie vs. Abby and Rudy, and she's outnumbered. And while she and Damon are determined to persevere despite the odds, the stress of their circumstances aren't helping them any. But Bonnie has faith, but sometimes, she finds herself wondering if it's enough. And with limited options, she is unsure of what's worse: trying to rebuild bridges that were burned or refusing to trust the people that can help her. IAnd while her heart tells her not to place trust in those who hurt her, she knows that her feelings aren't the most important factor anymore.

Words: 3991, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bonnie Bennett, Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Stefan Salvatore, Caroline Forbes, Original Characters

Relationships: Bonnie Bennett/Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert/Stefan Salvatore

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/26245255 via AO3 works tagged 'Bonnie Bennett/Damon Salvatore' https://archiveofourown.org/works/26245255

[doueverwonder]

Gov was prepared for a lot of things when it came to table meetings, not this though. Couldn't he just have one normal day? (aka hws america gets tossed into the wttt universe they don't know how he got there, but lets introduce him to the states while Gov tries to figure out how to get him back)

Come get y'alls juice

[doueverwonder]

little thing bc like I said Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois are siblings to me.

Ohio's nickname is spelled 'Hio but is said I-O (like the letters individually).

Illinois is 57,914 sq miles, Ohio is 44,826 sq miles, and Indiana is 36,420 sq miles and I do subscribe to the states land mass contributing to their height so this knowledge is important to the ficlet.

They're sillies your honor

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Ohio loved his younger siblings unconditionally. Even if he was bad at showing it he would do anything for Indiana and Illinois, Hell, he would help hide a body and take the blame at a moments notice if that's what they needed. There was almost nothing either of them could do to make him love and care for them any less... well, there was one thing.

"Is Illinois taller than you?" Ohio had been hanging out in his room enjoying the peace, but as younger siblings do Indiana and Illinois had barged in to bother him. Illinois had been snooping through his desk drawers while Indiana had taken to sitting way too close so she could read his phone screen too. She had looked up just in time to see Illinois sit down in Ohio's desk chair, and more importantly pull the little level to raise the seat because it was too short.

Ohio looked up from his phone, "Nope."

Illinois turned in the chair, raising an eyebrow skeptically. He knew he was taller than Ohio, he had just decided to not say anything to spare his older brothers dignity. But if Indiana wanted to bring it up... "I am taller then you"

"No you're not" Ohio got more defensive at the accusation over his height. "I'm older, and therefor automatically taller"

He snorted, "Maybe when we were kids" Illinois got up, purposefully standing up straighter then he usually did. "C'mon 'Hio, back to back we'll see who's taller"

Ohio rolled his eyes but tossed his phone down getting up to prove he was taller than his little brother. Unfortunately as soon as he stood up he realized he definitely wasn't; damnit when had Illinois gotten so tall? He could've sworn last week he was barely at his eye level.

Indiana laughed, "stop trying to stand on your toes."

Ohio huffed but put his heels back on the ground, this was humiliating. Younger siblings were not supposed to be taller than their elders, and Illinois was significantly taller than him.

"Mmm" Indiana nodded, "Sorry 'Hio, but Illi is definitely taller then you"

Ohio huffed, flopping back on his bed being over dramatic. "you come into my house--"

"This isn't your house" Illinois also sat back down, watching Ohio amused.

He just glared and stuck his tongue out, earning the same in response; "You come into my room, and insult me this way." Ohio put his hand on his chest, "I raised you two--"

"Virginia raised all three of us?" Indiana cut him off this time, confusion evident in the pitch of her voice.

"Shhh" Ohio put his hand over her mouth, but it only stayed for a moment before he yanked his hand back suddenly "ew!"

Illinois almost fell out of the chair he laughed so hard, barely getting out between; "Did you lick him?"

Indiana shrugged, "He put his hand on my face he was asking for it"

Ohio continued being over disgusted by it as he rushed to the bathroom to wash his hand, "you're disgusting!"

"And you're dramatic!" Illinois shouted back, "It's fine we're family so we have the same germs or something"

He came out flicking some of the water at Indiana, who flinched at the cold droplets hitting her: "That is not how that works" Ohio sat back down, picking his phone back up pointing it accusingly at Illinois "Just like how younger siblings aren't supposed to be taller"

[doueverwonder]

Day 2 (June 4): Cardverse | "You know we can't be together in the way we want."

ahhh I missed day one but here is my contribution for day 2!!

@hetalia-aushun-week

[doueverwonder]

Here, how IndiBama got together, according to me. I read so much about the Alabama v. Notre Dame 1987 game for this one-shot.

[doueverwonder]

okay so my idea for the rest of the hetalia/wttt crossover is (after interrogating Alfred and then briefing the states on who tf this guy is (probably)) Gov dismissing everyone back to their region meetings and pawning Alfred off on Maryland because "you float between meetings, and I need someone to watch him and keep him occupied while I figure out how he got here" and that is how Alfred meets all the states :]

so the total count will probably be 7 chapters, the first is what I've posted so far + some, then one for each of the regions, then a misfit state chapter, and then the final one which idk how i'm going to get alfred home rn, the idea I have though is Alfred wakes back up in the UN meeting he fell asleep in, turns to matt and is like "bro i had the CRAZIEST dream" then it flashes to the wttt universe a few weeks later, and they're trying to figure out if Al was real or if they had a mass hallucination lmao

[doueverwonder]

me: it makes sense for Alfred to be telling a stranger all this shit, he has half a braincell. but Gov is a bit more guarded, him telling Alfred all this within five minutes of meeting him doesn't make sense.

my personal half a braincell: the nationhood thing transcends universe, Gov (and the states when they come in later) feel comfortable with Alfred as if he were an old friend though they just met him. It goes the other way too but Alfred is generally more outgoing and open so he just doesn't notice it as much.

me: you fucking genius

[doueverwonder]

“I didn’t burn the popcorn!” Minnesota appeared from the kitchen, bowl triumphantly in hand.  Indiana jumped a bit, “yay! I’m so proud of you”  “You should be” He sat on the couch checking his watch, “Pizza should be here in twenty minutes, which gives us time for–whatcha wearing?”  She sat down on the couch next to him, feigning ignorance as she pulled the hood of the sweatshirt up. “What do you mean?”  He shook his head, despite looking directly at the hoodie that was bright purple, three sizes too big for her, and very clearly said ‘Minnesota Vikings’ across the front. “Nothing” 

a snippet, Indiana's legacy of stealing hoodies continues, her victims so far are Alabama, Ohio, and now Minnesota.

[doueverwonder]

short fluffy IndiBama thing but I'm embarrassed about it under the cut (I use she/her for Indy cause I can)

Alabama had been tossing and turning for hours. He was used to humidity but it seemed worse tonight, not aided by the fact that it was still boiling even in the middle of the night, and no matter what he tried mosquitoes, flies, and heck even lightning bugs kept getting in. He had watched the minutes tick by on his alarm clock, not being able to get any sort of rest til almost two am. Even then it was barely sleep, more a weird in between, exhausted and conscious enough of the time he had to be up to 'sleep', but uncomfortable enough to stay asleep for more than a couple minutes.

Around three he sat bolt upright, the steps coming down the hallway at this hour initially scaring him. Alabama, along with the rest of the south, groaned realizing it was just Florida and Louisiana stumbling in like they did almost every weekend night. Those two really were the worst when it came to being quiet. Texas would grumble about how he was going to give them the what-for one day but it had yet to happen as he was the only one who could actually sleep through them coming in.

After ten minutes of trying to get back to sleep he finally gave up. He got up groping around in the dark before finding the basketball shorts and t-shirt he had initially gone to bed in. He put both back on, along with a pair of--probably mismatched--socks, usually he wouldn't bother but the floors of the upper floors were always so chilly even in summer. He also pulled a sweatshirt out of his closet, but tucked that under his arm, it wasn't for him. It was a peace offering for the person he was about to wake up.

He could teleport, but Gov always seemed to know when they did that and the last thing he felt like explaining was why he was up and about this late. So instead he climbed the two sets of stairs. The first landing he held his breath trying not to make any noise, not because the Northeast was easy to wake up but because New York didn't sleep. He made it past and up to the third floor, really why did the South have to be on the first floor? It just meant they had to climb more stairs than any other states.

As soon as Alabama stepped off the landing he felt better, it was still warm but less 90s and more low 70s. The humidity was bearable up here as well, still more than some places--he had got caught in Nebraska talking about how corn sweats or something like that to know why--but better then the majority of the South. He stuck his head down the hall that led to the kitchen and living room to make sure no one was up before tiptoeing down the hall where the bedrooms were.

Gladly the one he needed to get to was only the second door down the hall, he took a breath knocking lightly and praying no one else heard. He waited a long moment before knocking again, this time the door opening just a crack Indiana peering out;

"Hey sweetheart" he half whispered,

"'Bama?" she squinted, yawning "what are you doing up here?"

"I couldn't sleep, was wonderin' if I could crash here for the rest of the night" Indy very rarely got mad about much, but he had never woken her up at half past three am either. So he couldn't say he would be surprised if she told him no.

Lucky for him she just nodded, opening the door the rest of the way for him to come in. The door closed behind him, she sat down on the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes. "why couldn't you sleep?"

"Too muggy in my room, and Florida and Loui woke me up" She nodded humming, wasn't the first time he had complained about those two waking him up. Alabama tossed Indiana the sweatshirt, not needing to tell her what it was for a look of pleasant surprise to cut through her still half asleep features as she pulled it on, putting the hood up immediately. He knew it would be months before he saw that sweatshirt again; Indy was the top sweatshirt thief in the statehouse, her most infamous one being a colts sweatshirt she stole from Maryland just a couple months before before actually stealing the colts all together.

She had climbed back under her quilt, patting the other side of the bed to tell him to hurry up. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it over the back of a chair and climbed in bed, turning off the lamp and flicking on the night light. The first couple times he had slept over he had thought it silly that she had a night light, the only answer he was able to get about why was a mumbled fun fact about being able to see the Chicago lights from the Indiana dunes 60 miles away. Now turning it on was basically muscle memory, even if she said he didn't have to turn it on if it bothered him.

They usually talked while falling asleep, he assumed not tonight with it being so late as is but as Indy settled into his arms she asked through another yawn "Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

Despite the fact that he could already feel himself finally relaxing he responded, "Just a meeting with Gov, what 'bout you sweetheart?"

"I have to sneak my boyfriend out before Ohio, Illinois, and Michigan wake up" Alabama tried not to laugh too loudly, even though he knew she was close to dead serious. They usually didn't mind him being there... as long as they knew beforehand.

"Best savor our time together then case we oversleep and I'm dead come mornin'' Indy just pressed herself closer to him, barely nodding more or less fast asleep again.

Alabama relaxed the west of the way, really he should have just come up when he first realized he wasn't going to be able to sleep in his room. He was warm again, but this time because he was under a pile of blankets with his girlfriend in his arms. This was definitely much better then the 98% humidity.

[doueverwonder]

Characters: Romano, USA

Pairing: Romerica

Warnings: None

Prompt used: Person A teaching Person B to dance on a dock by the water as the sun sets. Both are giggling and enjoying the closeness

Notes: *shoves all my prumano wips to the side* happy birthday @the-gremlins-hotel! it's a day late i'm sorry 😭 also would like it noted I stole this gift idea from heam with their permission.

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“You don’t know how to dance?” 

“Of course I know how to dance!” Alfred kicked his feet in the water looking over the lake, “I just never learned formal ballroom dancing type stuff” 

Lorenzo huffed, he couldn’t believe over four hundred years no one had taught him how to do any ballroom dances. The sun had almost set over the water, leaving the dock and surrounding beach almost empty; only a few stragglers watching the sunset–including themselves–left. 

Lorenzo stood, “Alfredo up” 

“What?” 

“On your feet, let’s go” Lorenzo reached his hand out to pull Alfred up, even though he knew if Alfred were to grab his hand it would be more likely for him to be pulled down. 

Alfred huffed a little, standing facing Lorenzo, who was looking him over carefully; “You know the Charleston?” 

“Yes.” Alfred nodded, hoping this might be a little easier than he was thinking. 

“This is nothing like that” 

“Oh,” He cocked his brows, “What are we doing?” 

“Waltzing” 

“Waltzing, on a public dock, in our swimsuits” Alfred was very rarely skeptical, and as much fun as this sounded. Dancing in front of people was not very appealing; clubs were fun, but then everyone was dancing. 

“What?” Lorenzo teased, “Is the gattino scared?” 

“Nope, we don’t have music though” 

“We don’t need it.” Lorenzo was tapping his foot, clearly getting impatient. Alfred always chose the most inconvenient times to get embarrassed. 

“It’s easy, just follow my lead” 

“Doesn’t the taller person lead?” 

“Do you know how to Waltz?” 

Al looked sheepish, “no.” 

“That’s what I thought” the box step is easy enough, he figured if Alfred was able to figure out all of those fancy dances in the 20s, it would be more than easy to learn to waltz. “The timing is only three beats, okay?” 

“Okay” 

“And it’s a box step, you know how to do that” 

“Yeah, simple” 

They danced for a few minutes, Lorenzo adding random steps as they went on, explaining random intricacies most of which Alfred seemed to only be half paying attention to. He wished they had more room, but also didn’t think the beach would be much better for this kind of dancing, with how uneven the sand was. 

“You’re too stiff” Alfred had been too focused on the steps, or maybe too distracted by something behind them. But not paying close enough attention to the actual movements either way. 

Alfred tried to physically loosen up, but that didn’t do much either. Something was still distracting him, there was laughter behind Lorenzo, he was sure for a moment Alfred was busy looking at the girls behind them. 

He let go of him, backing up a step; “Can you stop looking at them?” 

“Lookin at who?” 

Lorenzo gestured behind them, “Them, you’re clearly distracted by something” 

Alfred looked over Lorenzo at the group left on the beach, he laughed a little, this infuriated the smaller man even more; “I didn’t even notice them Lore, honest” 

“Then what has been distracting you this whole time?” 

“Your eyes,” and as usual, Lorenzo was caught off guard. “I told you they look like honey in the sun,” 

Lorenzo cleared his throat, trying not to blush. He wasn;t going to be the one embarrassed in public. “I’m supposed to be the romantic one” 

“Oh sorry, you want me to fix that?” Alfred had a mischievous smile on, clearly already having multiple thoughts in his mind on how to do that. 

“I don’t trust you” 

“You shouldn’t” and with that before either could fully process what was happening Alfred had picked Lorenzo up and tossed him in the water. 

The smaller, got over his sputtering in plenty of time to start cussing at Alfred, and making lighthearted threats, “I’m never trying to teach you how to dance again!” 

“Awww but I was just getting good at it!” 

[doueverwonder]

The Visit

Y'all guess who's back to writing (finally); everyone say thank you to @hetagrammy for talking to me about IreNor which made me want to write again and for beta reading; she is a person of many talents.

Welcome back to world building the fics, couple of notes + human names;

Because I can I hc Faroe and Iceland as Norway & Ireland's kids; Alisdair has right to be worried he's not just an asshole.

Alisdair = Scotland Molly (or Máire) = Ireland Sigurd = Norway Ida = Faroe Islands

TW: for references to domestic/sexual abuse (character accusing another of it, nothing is actually happening)

ao3 link here

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It had been too long since Alisdair had seen his sister, a couple decades at least. He didn’t even know where she was living, what she was up to, if she were even alive. When you knew as many people as centuries of life could afford you it was easier to find someone though, he assumed she was living in an abbey still; which one he wasn’t sure but that was his first guess to start looking. That was the clue he had given: his sister Máire, she lived in an abbey, made her living writing manuscripts. Even threw in her goldsmithing hobby, and a rough description based off the last time he had seen her. As he was sure there were a thousand Máire’s who helped write manuscripts in Ireland alone.

This wasn’t what he expected, out of all the places in Ireland, Dublin, a viking settlement, was the last place he expected to find her. He had heard of the city, which seemed to be a rather large hub for the Scandinavians now. He couldn’t believe how many boats were in the harbor, they lined up endlessly. He remembered one of the last conversations he had with her, he had half begged her to stay away from the coasts; convinced himself the farther inland she was the safer she would be. As usual anything he, or Dylan, asked of her spurred her to do the absolute opposite. Considering this is where she was living maybe Arthur had asked her to stay away from the coasts as well, she would happily let herself get captured if it meant spiting Arthur. 

He kept his head down, not wanting to draw attention with all of them around here. Reasonably he didn’t trust these people, he had already lost Shetland, Orkney, Caithness, and Sutherland; not to mention the Isle of Mann. Four girls and a boy, all fathered by the Norse personification and promptly left behind. It wasn’t uncommon for nations to leave their children in their own land until they were older; didn’t mean he had to like how recklessly he had them; nor did it mean he couldn’t feel bad for the bairns.

He came to the house he had been told; it took far longer than he expected, and had to go through what seemed half the clergy in the country before someone knew where she was. Only finally finding out from a priest that seemed ten years too old to be alive, but here he was. It was on the outside of the city, a small house looking like it wasn’t made to be a long term shelter, there was a small area of farmland around it. He opened the gate making sure to close it behind him so the chickens that milled about wouldn’t get out. A cat sat on top of an overturned crate, gazing over him lazily. That surprised him, Molly had never been much of a cat person preferring dogs, said they were more useful. 

He dusted himself off as he stood at the door, he didn’t need Molly immediately scolding him over his appearance. He knocked heavily, she tended to daydream and not hear things too lost in whatever she was doing. He didn’t want to just walk in either lest he scare her, or he had the wrong house. The wrong Máire. He hoped not. 

The door opened, he smiled expecting his sister. Expecting for her to throw herself into his arms for a hug, they had never been apart for so long he was so excited to see her. His face fell, instead of his sister stood a man, just barely taller than him, blond with blue eyes, dressed as a northmen. The Northman, Sigurd, the source of all his troubles stood in front of him. Molly must have been here, it was too much of a coincidence there is no way he was here and she was not at some point. 

“Where is she” 

“No hello?” it infuriated him how calm the other was, Sigurd was always infuriatingly calm, even when facing Alisdair. 

“Where is my sister?” Alisdair started again, his voice firm but loud, “Where is Molly? What have you done with her, you heathen?!” he spat the word in his face. 

Sigurd looked upset, but was nowhere near losing his temper as Alisdair was, “She is fine, and I do not–” 

“She can not be fine if you are in her house I–” Alisdair stopped, a small voice, clearly inquisitive, asking something. He looked down, a child no older than four, maybe five clung to Sigurd’s leg. He was going to brush her presence off, Sigurd had plenty of bastards, all of which deserved to hear the truth about their father regardless of age. His gaze lingered on her just long enough for her to look up at him. He froze suddenly, the girl was blonde and blue eyed, just as her father was; but the shape of her face, the way the frizzy curls framed her face… that was Molly. Sigurd must have noted his new interest and he shooed her away. Alisdair’s trance broke as he watched her go. 

“Where is my sister?” he demanded again, this time peering over Sigurd’s shoulder trying to see into the house. He wanted to see the girl again, he wanted to see her closer, that had to be his sister's child. 

“I already told you” He stepped to the side to block Alisdair’s view, “She is fine, why are you looking for her?” 

“I’m not allowed to see her?” 

“I didn’t say that” 

“Then where is-” 

“Sigurd? Who’s at the door?” He froze, moments away from pushing the other man out of the doorway to get into the house. The voice was Molly's. He needed to see her, he needed to know she was okay, he needed her alone, he needed to know she wasn’t being kept with him against her will. 

Sigurd stepped to the side so Alisdair could see in the house, Molly came into view and seeing her face took some of his anxiety away knowing she was okay. Knowing she seemed unhurt. The relief was short-lived, his eyes fell on the small girl he had just seen now rested on her hip, he froze seeing her swollen stomach. 

Molly froze, she just stared at him for a moment, he tried to decide if that was a good thing or not.  “Alisdair!” the hesitation morphed into an almost forced looking smile, there was a panic in her eyes that he knew shouldn’t be there. “I thought I heard your voice, but I didn’t want to hope too much!” 

She moved as quickly as she could over to him, she handed the child to Sigurd and hugged Alisdair tightly, his eyes didn’t move from Sigurd, he put his arm around Molly not in a hug, but as if he were trying to protect her. It was impossible to not assume what he was, the stories he heard, the things he had seen, he wanted him dead. Everything played out in his head, he couldn’t touch him while he was holding her; the girl was at no fault for her fathers actions. 

Molly let go of him, though she stayed close, smiling up at him. “I swear it seems you’ve gotten older since we last saw each other, you have to tell me everything, how are you? How are Arthur and Dylan?” 

He opened his mouth to answer, but every thing that came to mind had to do with what was in front of him. Her smile wavered, she was always good at knowing what he was thinking, “Silly me, you’re probably exhausted, come in, come in, we can talk later” she hugged him again quickly, this time taking the chance to whisper “wait til Ida goes to bed” 

He tensed once she let go, swallowing heavily, he assumed Ida was the girl. He nodded, but put his gaze back on Sigurd. He couldn’t help but take note of how heavily Molly kept her grip on him as she pulled him into the house, how she kept her distance from Sigurd, how she had whispered instead of asking aloud. Every instinct screaming to get Molly and Ida away from him. But he stayed quiet as Molly took her daughter back from Sigurd. 

“Mo réaltín,” Molly held the girl up a bit to be closer to eye level with him, “meet your uncle Alisdair.” 

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The sun had set long ago, Alisdair sat watching his sister, Molly looked exhausted, her head rested on Sigurd’s shoulder, his arm around her. It infuriated Alisdair, he hadn’t gotten an answer yet, he hadn’t been given reasons to not kill Sigurd where he stood. If he threw him in the sea, it would take him longer to come back. The only punishment Alisdair could see fit for what he had done to her. 

“She’s long asleep” Alisdair commented, hoping to spur the conversation. He had spent all day with the small girl going on about all the things she liked (playing tag with the children down the road, the pictures in the windows at church, when her father told her stories about the gods); her favorite foods (pickled fish among them); the names of all the chickens (though she noted she preferred the sheep). It was easier to talk to the niece he didn’t know existed, ignore how she had her fathers nose, and her smile was too much like the Danes’. Ignore how she spoke Norse, and stumbled over the bit of Irish she proudly tried to speak to him in. 

Molly sat up a bit, she looked over at Alisdair, “what do we need to talk about?” 

He hesitated, he knew she knew, “can we go somewhere else?” 

“I’ll leave” Sigurd said instead, “I’m not making my pregnant wife go outside at this hour” 

“Wife?” It pissed him off hearing him refer to her that way, he spoke as if Molly weren’t in the room “My sister wouldn’t marry a pagan, much less willingly carry his children.” 

“But she did, and she is, so apparently you don’t know her that well.” Sigurd didn’t move from Molly’s side, he felt he held more power over Alisdair with her in his arms. “And I don’t like what you're implying about me” 

“I’ll say whatever I want about you because I know the truth.” 

“And what is the truth?” 

“I know what you viking are like.” Alisdair stated it plainly, “You show up, and take what you want without asking. That’s what you did with her; you were tired of just trinkets, jealous of your men getting to take whoever they wanted.” 

“Alisdair, sto-” she started but before being able to get anything beyond his name out was cut off. 

“And you knew the best way to make her stay with you was to have something to hang over her head,” he threw one of his hands towards the other half of the house where Ida was asleep, before gesturing to Molly, clearly trying to accentuate her current state. “You would have a dozen children just to keep her with you” 

Sigurd’s face barely changed, but Molly could feel him tense. He sat up straighter, his jaw clenched tight enough she could hear him grinding his teeth to keep himself from saying anything, 

Molly knew Sigurd wouldn’t say anything, he wasn’t a pushover but he wouldn’t want to distress her or wake up Ida either. He would hold his tongue until morning. She stood suddenly, “Alisdair, outside. Now.” She turned to Sigurd, assuring him a small walk wouldn’t kill her. To spite her brother she took his fur with her, pulling the oversized garment over her shoulders as she followed Alisdair outside.

As soon as the door closed behind her she faced him fury in her eyes “What the fuck was that” 

“Molly you don’t have to pretend to—“ 

“I’m not pretending anything!” She huffed loudly, “He is my husband, I love him, he hasn’t done anything I didn’t give him permission to.”

Alisdair was desperate to get her to admit something, anything to prove Sigurd had done something to her, that he wasn’t just being rash. “How do I know you're not saying that because he’s still right there?” 

She huffed stalking off expecting him to follow her, he did right at her heels. Admittedly he was having a hard time keeping up with her, which was embarrassing to admit considering she was at least six months along already. 

They were well out of hearing distance when she started talking again, repeating her earlier statement: “Sigurd is my husband, I love him, he hasn’t done anything without my permission. We didn’t plan Ida, or this baby, but I love being a mother and he’s a wonderful father.” 

A silence fell over them, as they kept walking. Alisdair knew Molly had no reason to lie to him, not when he wasn’t around to hear her. But he couldn’t believe she would fall for him, he couldn’t rationalize with everything that had happened that she would be okay being with him. 

“We can wait a few weeks so he doesn’t suspect, we’ll leave in the middle of the night, I’ll carry Ida so she doesn’t wake up. He won’t know we’re gone until–” he ignored everything she said. He didn’t think she was genuine, something must be wrong. 

“Alisdair.” She stopped suddenly, turning to face him, “I’m in no condition to travel, and even if I was I wouldn’t go with you” 

“I’ll come back for you in a few months then.” 

Molly went quiet looking up at her brother, she didn’t know how to tell him what she needed to. “I’m not going to be here in a few months.” 

“You’re going back to Norway with him?” 

“No. Once summer comes, and once he’s able to go get the rest of his children we’re all leaving for Iceland.” 

“No.” he didn’t even need to think about it, he wasn’t going that far away, he wasn’t letting her go that far from home. He wouldn’t be able to check on her, he wouldn’t be able to come get her if something happened. 

She sighed, “You know that means nothing,” she turned around going back to the house, “I’m going with him, I’m sorry you don’t trust him, but you can’t throw accusations around, especially after he’s been nothing but kind to me” 

“Nothing but kind?” if Alisdair wasn’t so angry he would have laughed. “You call what his people do to you, to me, kindness?” 

Molly stopped, she looked at the ground sighing. She faced him, but didn’t move any closer, “Seventy years ago now there was a raid on the Abbey I was living in. For some reason or another they decided I wasn’t to die with everyone else and brought me here…” 

Alisdair thought he had it, he thought he had his gotcha. That Molly was finally admitting the horrible things he had done to her. 

“Sigurd paid them off and let me go back about my business, not asking anything in return. That is what I call kindness, Alisdair.” Molly sighed, “It’s been too long, because you think I’m stupid now, enough so to let a man manipulate me into things, even if he had forced Ida on me I would have found a way out for both of us. You should know that.” 

Alisdair was taken aback, he hadn’t been trying to imply Molly to not know what she was doing. His assumptions had nothing to do with her, everything to do with him. He just got here, he had only seen her for a day. He thought he would show up and Molly would still be the same as the last time he had seen her, he thought she would still be his little sister and nothing more; he supposes he wasn’t always right though. 

“I know I won’t be able to stop you; but I can’t stay around if you’re going with him.” 

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” They stopped in front of the house, “But I was hoping you would be around when the baby came.” She opened the front gate not looking at him, “you are welcome to stay for a few days, but I expect you to apologize to Sigurd if you do” 

“I’ll find somewhere else then.” 

Molly nodded, “I’ll get your things then, he may not want you in his house if you don’t plan on taking anything back.” 

“Wait.” Molly stopped looking at him, he came here to check on her. She might be insisting she was fine, but he didn’t trust Sigurd, he couldn’t start trusting him just on Molly’s word either. He couldn’t help but feel as though he was admitting defeat, but… “If I apologize you’ll let me stay?” 

“I will,” she shrugged, “But you’ll have to see what he says” 

“I’ll stay, if I’m allowed.”

[doueverwonder]

The thing is sometimes ppl beta read for you and are like “it was irritating and sad” and you’re like “thank you! That is exactly what I was going for”

[doueverwonder]

Now that the anthology is out I present my piece for it. I put the first part under the cut but the rest is on ao3 because of length. Despite this technically supposed to be about Germany I think the parts I'm most proud of are Liechtenstein's <3

warnings: none

ao3 link here!

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1832; Vienna

The day was unusually warm, especially for October. The children were playing just outside the gate, chasing each other around with seemingly no more purpose than a dog chasing its tail. The parents sat inside the gate, talking, only turning their heads when there was a particularly loud yelp from one of the children. Gilbert and Ludwig had arrived in Vienna a few days prior, but the trip had not been an easy one, so only three days later were they having their first full day together. 

“How are things in Frankfurt?” Roderich had shed his usual overcoat, due to both the heat, and the close company not requiring normal formalities. 

Gilbert laughed, “Maybe if you went to Frankfurt you would know” 

“Why would I go to Frankfurt when you can do it for me?” 

“Because I don’t go to Frankfurt either. Berlin or Königsberg” 

Erzsébet rolled her eyes, she had listened to them bicker for hundreds of years. It was a normal routine, not one she enjoyed the more it happened. There had been a few years of peace, not having to listen to them. But since the split custody of Ludwig had started, they had been seeing more and more of Gilbert. 

“How about we don’t talk about politics for once?” she suggested to both men. Her eyesight wandered away for a moment just to see Liesl finally catch her younger cousin, both children toppling to the ground. She laughed lightly, watching as they both got up and ran off farther as if nothing had happened. 

“We’re not talking politics” both men remained absolutely oblivious to the scene that had made Erzsébet laugh. “We’re discussing the good of the confederation” 

“Exactly!” Gilbert raised his nose in indignation, “And even if what would you rather we talk about? Housework?” Erzsébet hummed, “We could talk about why you’re here instead of returning to Berlin” 

“Why?” Gilbert changed his tone, “Want me out so you and your husband can be alone?” 

Roderich rolled his eyes, “We’re not married, I remind you, Gilbert” 

“You act it,” he shrugged, “And that’s close enough. House in the countryside, two kids, enough money from the government to live comfortably. I’d say you two could play family for at least the next century” 

Erzsébet’s eyes darted to the field, making sure Liesl and Ludwig weren’t close enough to hear. She sat up a little straighter out of habit, “We only have a daughter. Gilbert.” 

The whole group shifted uncomfortable with the topic being brought up. Ludwig’s split custody by all means should have never happened. 

Gilbert held the newborn in his arms. It felt odd, he hadn’t held a baby since Liesl was born almost a century earlier. Erzsébet had followed him to the door, repeating everything she had already told him ten times; she was worried he didn’t know how to take care of a baby. Truthfully he didn’t. He had to remind himself this hadn’t been his idea; Roderich and Erzsébet had come to him. 

The baby cried with every bump in the road. It made Gilbert less sure of himself every time it took him even a little too long to calm him. His nephew should be with his parents, not with him. Infants shouldn’t be taken on long trips like this either, it was a bad idea, he could get sick so easily. Erzí would kill him if her baby died within a couple weeks of Gilbert having him. He didn’t know what to do. All he could think was hold the newborn close, and talk to him. Things would be okay, he would see his mother and father before he knew it. Gilbert would happily be uncle Gil instead of papa; they just needed a few years to get things sorted. Yes. They were just getting things sorted. 

Split custody was good though, three months with Roderich, three months with Gilbert, then switch. Ludwig really didn’t move that much, and they usually spent holidays and most summers together anyway. Ludwig was only seven, he wouldn’t have had a second thought about being referred to as one of his aunt and uncle's children. Erzsébet was overly cautious though, always thinking someone could be listening from around the corner. Roderich didn’t seem as bothered by it, the silence wasn’t worth what had happened. 

Roderich promised himself it would only be a few years, once Napoleon lost power. Once France was banging down his door. He would have Ludwig back soon enough, and everything would be as it was supposed to. Until then they were to go about business as usual; no one knew of Erzsébet’s pregnancy, at least no one outside of the house, and Gilbert had sworn even now to keep Ludwig’s existence on the downlow. At least until things calmed down. 

Liesl had been asking questions though, Roderich and Erzsébet had assumed her old enough to understand the first time around what was happening. 

“Your baby brother is going to live with your onkel Gil, just for a little while, and then he’ll be back” Roderich knew he was lying to himself just as much as he was lying to her when he said it.

Napoleon couldn’t stay in power forever though, and the confederation of the Rhine wouldn’t be permanent. For a short time Roderich convinced himself Ludwig would be returned to them with the German Confederation; instead he was introduced to the split custody with Gilbert. Saying he was disappointed would be understating it, Erzsébet claimed to understand it, reminding Roderich seeing him for six months out of the year was better than not at all. 

1815, the first assembly of the German confederation. Erzsébet argued wanting to be there to ‘represent her people within the Austrian Empire” which was part of the confederation. She had more than one man scoff at her over it, but she was attending. Yes, for her people, but also for… 

“Gilbert said he would be here” She complained to Roderich, she only saw German states, too many of them. The only child in her line of vision being Luxembourg, who Gilbert was far too interested in. Ludwig was supposed to be here, where was her Ludwig? Nine years since she had seen her second child, and if he wasn’t here today as Gilbert had promised she was ready to knock heads. She sighed, turning away from Roderich, who had been hovering next to her the whole time. Her breath caught in her throat, Gilbert had just entered the room after disappearing for a few minutes. He had a boy in his arms, no older than four, he made eye contact with Erzsébet. Every noise in the room seemed to dull as Gilbert said something to the boy and he looked in her direction; she saw her son for the first time in nine years.

“Papa!” The conversation was stopped abruptly as Ludwig came running back in the gate, his hands cupped around something. He stopped in front of his father, a big smile on his face, “Guess what Lise and I found!” 

Gilbert's entire demeanor changed, adopting the same excited tone as his seven year old son; “What did you and Lise find?” 

Liesl appeared just at that moment, sitting down in an empty chair between her parents. The fifteen year old girl trying to catch her breath, after chasing Ludwig around and then following him all the way back to the garden. Roderich couldn’t help but note she had gotten mud on the bottom of her skirt; she must have fallen at some point. 

Ludwig opened his hands just a little to show his father, who promptly made a face; “Show your aunt” Gilbert told Ludwig, Erzsébet was wary for a moment. It wasn’t often her not-technically-brother-in-law had kind things in mind for her. 

Ludwig half-ran the short distance, bouncing as he stood in front of her, “Do you want to hold it?” 

“Mmm” Erzsébet hummed a bit, she wasn’t scared of much when it came to insects, small snakes, amphibians, or really anything else Ludwig would be able to find right outside the garden gate. If it disgusted Gilbert though she really wasn’t sure if she wanted to know, he wasn’t put off by much either. 

“Don’t worry mama,” Liesl tucked her legs under her, much to her fathers disgust thinking about the mud getting on her underclothes as well; Erzsébet couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the mumbling. It’s not as if he did the laundry. “It’s nothing that will hurt you, Onkel Gilbert is just being a baby.” 

Gilbert feigned offense, even though everyone there knew Liesl and her uncle had been poking fun at each other for decades. Most said Liesl picked it up from her father. 

Erzí looked back to her nephew, who was still bouncing, eagerly waiting for her answer; “Okay fine, let me see it” 

She held her hands out and immediately had a small frog given to her. Erzsébet tried not to laugh, cupping one hand over the other to keep it from hopping away; “Hundreds of years on battlefields and you're disgusted by a grass frog?” 

“They’re slimy!” Gilbert argued, shaking his head as if the mere image of the frog disgusted him. Roderich rolled his eyes, he had no interest in holding the frog, but even he wasn’t so disgusted by such simple things. 

Erzsébet got out of her seat, setting the frog under a bush not far away, and watching it hop off. She noted the sun starting to disappear under the horizon. “I think it should be dinner time soon, what do you all think?” 

“Absolutely!” Gilbert stretched a little, wrapping his arm around Ludwig to doubly make sure the boy wouldn't slip off. “I’m starving, I could eat a horse” 

“I’m hungry too.” Ludwig followed his father. “I could eat two horses” 

“You know Ludwig, after dinner you have to go to bed” 

The small boy went quiet very quickly, before taking back his statement “I’m not hungry anymore.” 

A small chuckle came from all the adults, Erzsébet shrugged. “Then I suppose you can just watch while we all eat the goulash that’s simmering on the stove right now” 

Ludwig backpedaled once again, “No. I am hungry.” 

“Still so hungry you could eat two horses?” Erzsébet inquired. 

“Two and a half horses!”  

[doueverwonder]

67. Favourite line in a fic?

63. Have you received criticism or hate for your work?

55. Any obscure historical or cultural references you put in fics

67.

“But I believe your father did love your mother,” his face lifted, as Roderich continued, “I believe your father still loves your mother to this day”  <- that is my favorite solely because i liked watching the speculation, it's supposed to be referencing my hc about Roderich and Erzsí being Ludwig's parents but him not knowing. Roderich is talking about himself and Erzsí, but some people took it as PruHun, and even tho i don't like PruHun i was living for the drama of that interpretation.

63.

not that I can remember? I think back on my wattpad I did, but even then i'm not 100% sure.

55.

this one has since been unpublished but I wrote a fic where Rome and Germania were arguing and Rome says smth along the lines of "your sons will be serving mine" (as part of a whole monologue) and it's supposed to be referencing the Varangian Guard, the east roman emperors personal guard that was made up of mostly Norsemen and Anglo-Saxons.