#wish it got more attention than it did because THAT is revolutionary. thats the first performance i ever saw where a male idol did a

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every newer gen kpoppy who calls it revolutionary every time a big name bg member wears something vaguely skirt-like should be required to watch lee sungjong of infinite putting his whole pussy into performing coming of age ceremony by park jiyoon wearing the song's classic form-fitting black side-slitted dress with zero gimmicks way back in 2012

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Okay this may sound like an oddly detailed request but can you do a Laszlo x reader where Laszlo has been courting the reader for a while and has never met her father, because her father is dead or abandoned her at a young age or something like that and she never told Laszlo, but Laszlo is instant on meeting him for some reason or something like that?

Sorry if thats a weird request

Unofficial Meeting [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a bit angsty, mention of old fashioned ideas

Author’s note: I hope you will like it and I respected your wishes <3

"Miss?"

The voice of your chamber maid called you distracting you from answering some correspondence.

"Yes?"

She smiled so widely as a bouquet of white roses and peonies was presented in front of you. She giggled as she was just so happy for you. You have been courted by Dr Laszlo Kreizler for some time now, but he never missed to send you flowers on a Saturday morning, it was his ritual since you two became serious.

"Those are so beautiful, miss"

She said excitedly before leaving you to read the note, she was probably living the romance through you which was quite weird but cute to witness.

You opened the card, Laszlo usually was a brief but intense poet, but this time the message was clear. Can I tempt you with a lunch at Delmonico's?

You frowned lightly before looking out of your window, his dark clothing making him strikingly visible in the greenery of the park in front of your house, he raised his hat for you and smiled.

Damn him and his top level courting.

You put your letters away and got ready spraying some perfume on you before going out, your maid helping you with your coat and hat.

When you stepped out of the front Door Laszlo was waiting in front of your gate.

"You could have called"

He smirked at you "it wouldn't have been a surprise" he concluded simply.

You smirked as it was true and you have also learned to admire the extent of Laszlo'd courtship. He was attentive and respectful, he knew when to trace a line to forbid any kind of bad talks. He was already famous for being a maverick and he didn't want to put that stigma on you too.

You obliged him as you walked your way together to the restaurant, he never failed to ask you about your day and your plans. he was very attentive and you reserved him the same tenderness asking him about his patients or latest articles.

Once you arrived at the restaurant you were brought to one of the best tables, Laszlo taking upon himself the honour to move your chair back behind you and then back toward you for you to sit comfortably.

"Thank you Laszlo"

He smiled proudly taking it as a compliment, but he looked rather stiff and tense for his usual mannerism toward you.

Once you ordered your meal he toyed with his glass of wine a bit attracting inevitably your attention.

"What is wrong?"

He looked at you surprised by your question, but he smiled because you sort of alleviated him from the weight of beginning what he wanted to ask.

"I was just wondering when I will be able to meet your father" he said just as directly as your question was "I met your grandmother and your uncles and aunts, I am missing somebody"

He said it quite easily as your mother had left this earth early for the standard and you regret she won't be able to see what an amazing man you met.

"You don't need to meet him"

He stared at you puzzled, what really concerned him wasn't your refusal, but more the hardness you showed into expressing it.

"I think I do"

You glared at him, your conversation briefly interrupted by the waiters landing the plates in front of the two of you.

He thanked them before looking back at you, your stern look still there.

You had discussions before but never of this size and also as much as he tried before to hint the theme of your father he wasn't acknowledged at all.

He also noticed how the rest of your family followed that same guideline, acting like they found you under a tree.

"I think it is something I have to do sooner or later"

You glared at him again.

"Stop it"

It was hard for him to stop. He was already launched on the theme and he was worse than a wild animal when he got fixated over a theme in particular.

You pushed some common ground theme while you ate. Like John or Sara's agency or other mundane things, but you hated to see the intensity in his look.

That question over and over into his mind.

You never hated to be with him as much as you did now.

You declined the offer of a dessert pretty quickly just wanting to go away.

Laszlo obliged and lead you back outside escorting you to your place.

"I don't mean to be invasive.."

"But you're" you confirmed to him "thank you for the lunch, I can walk myself home on my own”

You left him there moving after your house's gate.

He stood there biting the inside of his cheek nervously.

You didn't contact him any further on that day or the ones that followed, to be honest you avoided him and his flowers and attentions. You even stayed at home instead of attending places you were supposed to be, but where he also might find you.

Until your grandmother called you and you furiously ordered your maid to call the doctor and make him come at your place.

He arrived quicker than you expected. He was worried something happened, maybe you were ill and nobody told him.

When your maid showed him the way to your study and closed the door behind him he tried immediately to politely ask you about your state but your eyes burned holes like bullets in him.

“How dare you?” You growled at him. He stood still in front of you, his back straight even if you didn’t fail to notice the frown on his forehead.

“How dare you to call my grandmother? To ask her something I specifically told you I don’t want to share or talk or even mention? What is s hard about it? What makes you rightful to come bashing into my life asking for answers? “Y/N”

“No, no Y/N, you doctor, should learn to put a line between when you’re an alienist and when you’re a decent human being” you were being extra hard on him, but just earring your grandmother worried voice was enough to make you snap his neck.

He took your rage like a champion, even if he clearly was suffering it.

“Why is so important Laszlo? Why to see your mind at ease? It is just a man, somebody that doesn’t belong to my life, why you have to push it? Why you always have to push it?” “I just hoped..” “Hoped what? Hoped that a man that abandoned a pregnant woman while courting her was worth my time and thoughts? That I need to share my own life with somebody that wasn’t there? That never asked to meet me, or even see the woman he swore to every wind that he loved? That put my mother in the position of being considered a whore? How my grandma had to pretend I was hers to try give my mother a good shot at life?”

All those truths hit Laszlo like a bag of bricks, he was overwhelmed and saddened. Those situations were the ugliest in those times. Women always paying off the debts of the lust of men. The simple promise of a marriage just to gain something that could be tasted forever with a little more of wait. Just the human need to break a rule, just one, that revolutionary feeling that only losers at heart have. Because nobody makes a revolution over the expenses of a loved one.

“I had no idea” he concluded

“I hope you are satisfied now, your scientific mind has now all the puzzle pieces, now leave and let my family alone”

You could see his shoulders fall as you said that to him, his face paling in fear and sadness. He pressed his lips tight against each other, his jaw hurting as he didn’t know if at this point was really worth it to explain why he insisted so much. He ruined it, he tried to treat you with the white gloves and instead he hurt you even more.

“I apologise” he said staring at you, you letting him speak for the first time “I never meant to put you in such a position, I really just meant to be close to your family and I couldn’t see the fault in my own desires”

He admitted it but you didn’t wince, he crossed the line, he went too far and he needed to learn to respect the limits of others, not everyone needed to be under his care.

“I said you may leave”

He looked out of your window searching for words. Your anger was waving down as he looked so upset, and he should be.

“I am also a victim of our society in my own means, even if my behaviour is not excusable in any way, I stupidly fixated on the idea of doing things right with you and some things… Well, they teach us boys some things have to be asked to a father first”

You looked at him with a frown, you shook lightly your head as you didn’t understand his point and you were five seconds away from throwing him the vase with the latest flowers he sent you when you looked at him pul out a little velvet box from his inner pocket.

“The times are modern now, it was silly of me to try move past you like that” he leaned the box on your desk. He nodded at you respectfully leaving. You were left alone with that little box, you stared at it for a moment before moving closer to it.

You looked out of the window as you heard the gates closing and you watched Laszlo’s figure walk away.

Your eyes darted from his back to the box in front of you slowly opening it to find the ring of the dreams of any girl.

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i hope this helps you in your ranting/rambling mood! im curious about what hetalia canon you’d change, if any, and why. alternatively, what canon do you wish the fandom would pay more attention to?

1thanks for the ask! sorry this is so late btw, i sort of had to be Out and About today, but i do have many thoughts. i hope this is to your liking :)

 so the first thing that comes to mind is how infuriating the canon ages are. i dont think hima put very much thought into how ages work, or maybe he tweaked it to fit a specific character without considering the internal logic of the series at large. what he did was make it so that every character is about the same age during the modern day, and painted himself into a corner where ages need to be traced backwards from the present day, if that makes sense. like he wants everyone to be in their teens or 20s but not all countries are the same “age” if you can say that..idk, like how china and america could be confused for being the same age when china is like 25 times older than him. and this sort of results in some anachronisms (which, anachronisms and misinformation are inevitable when you try to personify countries because you’re just one person writing your interpretation of history and you have biases and whatnot, which is why its important for fans to DO YOUR RESEARCH) or just weird inconsistent stuff like america being the same age during the revolution as he is in the present day and also the entirity of chibitalia.

chibitalia makes absolutely no sense beyond a narrative perspective, and the narrative didnt even need children for it to be good. im also especially annoyed by chibitalia because it serves as proof that himaruya doesnt care about the internal logic of age in hetalia. factors such as “strength-” which i assume to mean military power- the economy, political stability, and cultural identity are what seem to be the driving forces behind the nations’ ages. so let’s take a look at chibitalia through those lenses. if we’re talking military power in the time frame of chibitalia, which im taking to be the early modern period (1500-1800), but it really could be When Fucking Ever during the hapsburg rule of northern italy. the papal states managed to organize and carry out several crusades to recapture jerusalem, and despite none of them being successful and also occasionally resulting in wars against the turks, it does take a lot to consistently organize and carry out that sort of military action without having what we today would consider a politically unified country. this is sort of acknowledged in canon, although its more of an offhanded mention thats brought up once and then never mentioned again, when turkey says that italy kicked his ass one time a couple hundred years ago. concerning the economy, italy’s economy during the early modern period was off the shits, actually. the whole. renaissance thing? although john green raises an interesting point of Did The Renaissance Actually Happen, its a convenient name for the time period, so we’re going with it. and especially where venice is concerned, seeing as venice was one of the wealthiest city states in the entire country, and i believe veneto still is. and then there’s political stability- this is an interesting one because it can be interpreted in different ways both in and out of the hetalia canon. for example, former soviet states are depicted as being younger, despite many of them being very old countries, and america and canada are depicted as babies during the colonial period- even though the colonies basically governed themselves with little oversight from the british crown. this also applies to moldova, who is referenced as being a fierce warrior by hungary when she’s a kid- about 1000 years ago- and is still depicted as being a 12 year old in the modern day. i think where chibitalia is concerned, hima used the control of northern italy by the hapsburg dynasty and the holy roman empire to mean that there was a lack of political strength for the northern italian city states, but! the final say in all matters belonged to the church. it had been like that for hundreds of years, and the church was very much not a design of the hre or the hapsburg dynasty. the church was kind of in greater control over the hre and the hapsburgs than the actual monarchs (until 1648) at some points, which i think would make italy a bit more politically strong than austria or hre. not that he’d be a whole adult or anything, more that they’d all be around the same age physically- or even that austria would be younger! and of course the italian cultural identity was long since formed. because of all that i dont think it makes any goddamn sense for italy to be a child- and of course this also applies to romano, who’s mostly representing naples and sicily. some things are different of course due to the north/south split, but most of this does apply to both. 

anyway, i also think that america’s age makes no sense. i love america as a teenager, i really do. teenagers scare the living shit out of me and america is teenagers. but the way that he ages is totally historically inaccurate. so he’s a child during the 7 years war? cool. why does he age like a regular human during the interwar period leading up to the revolutionary war? yes america was politically stable yes the south was filthy fucking rich off slave labor, but where’s the american cultural identity? nonexistent. the military might? there is no american military in 1750. so yes america should be a little older than a child, but he shouldn’t be the same adult he is in 1780 that he is in ww2 and in the modern day strips. i think this was done because it might be a lil fucked to have grown ass england be fighting a tween in the revolutionary war strips, although i say lean into that fucked-ness. of course thats just me, although i do think it might be more narratively impactful if arthur was an adult and alfred was a child during the revolutionary war strips, and more accurate. i think 11-14 is a good age, because at the time of the revolution, the states were more like their own countries, and no one particularly had an allegiance to america, they just had an allegiance against britain. people didnt really consider themselves americans over their state until after the war of 1812 (which ended in 1815), so him being middle-school aged at that point in time would really be interesting. kind of like an identity crisis, ya know? because it was, in all honesty, an identity crisis- who were the people of these united states (these united states is the og name)? n e whay, yeah. age is stupid and theres more characters i could talk about but id be here all night and i am tired! 

as for something i wish got more attention by fans, i think just all the weird shit. like they truly are Weird People, absolutely no sex appeal. anyway. im gonna go to sleep now, hope that was a cool answer! 

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

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Alright, on to part three, where Phoenix’s big fat mouth gets Apollo and Athena into deep doodoo.

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QUICK CHILDREN, INTO THE MANHOLE!

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SDUFGDGSF YOU CAN ‘MOVE’ WHILE YOURE BEING CHASED 

way to ruin the moooooood XD

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well athena if its any consolation, smelling like a rotten egg will probably delight sadmad.

y’know. cause youre a putrid egg yolk.

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“Once a rebel, always a rebel!”

apollo was never a rebel

you sent him back to America before he could do any rebelling.

>OH MY SNARK IS CONFIRMED BY APOLLO

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oh everyone’s met up now

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“It was like watching a pair of ostriches bury their heads in the sand”

the FUCK does that mean, Phoenix?!???

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“dubious hovel”

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whats wrong with athena? i thought she was huddling up in the corner because she saw something unnerving, then maybe because of all the sudden people there–– but it’s implying she’s disgusted by the shitty state of the place?

what, is Athena a germaphobe now??

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“He said he hopes you’ll come back and take over this office someday.”

“M-me?”

“Those were his words! He might have been half-joking though.”

I’m not sure which I’m more offended by; the fact that Dhurke still assumed Apollo would make a shit lawyer, or the fact that Apollo does indeed take over. Spoilers. Haha.

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“must’ve been because of you, dhurke!”

no it was because of Phoenix Wright because he was a cool guy, once upon a time. also because, unlike every other lawyer in the gotdamn series, Apollo just really friggin loves the law. He thinks lawyers are legit cool and he wanted to be one because he just happened to have a passion for litigating. He’s not a prop in your stupid story, he’s his own interesting person.

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“Dhurke was never a hands-on kinda dad...”

you can motherfucking say that again, vore machine.

“...but not a day went by that he wasn’t thinking of ya. That much I’m sure of.”

yeah he sure was

thinking of the favours he could one day ask of him.

“Doesn’t get more paternal than that!”

Athena, you don't even have a dad. Your opinion on the subject is completely worthless. 

“(Dhurke... And to think, I really did spend my days trying to forget you...)”

god apollo you don’t deserve this. you deserve trucy and klavier and thalassa (being an actual mom for once) HELL you deserve your ACTUAL, REAL DAD.

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“The victim’s passport and any pictures of him were burned up in the fire. Without knowing his real name, no divination seance could be performed.” 

So you’re telling me Jove brought every single glossy of himself into that blaze? And after the fire, nobody bothered checking the dental records on the corpse/asking where that neato musician from the other night went?

Once again, DDSOJ police, at their best. If there wasn’t a coverup involved, I’m gonna be pissed.

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( My real dad... I was never really interested in learning about him. )

While this is a totally understandable and natural reaction... I really wish–– Actually, no; it’s best Apollo never learned that he once had a father who actually gave a fuck about him. That’d probably break his heart.

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“As the son of the terrorist Dhurke, Nahyuta was expelled from the royal family.”

i.... why did Dhurke keep him in Koooraheen, anyway? He really couldn’t have sent him to a happier life in America with his half brother?

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huh i think that face-palm is a new expression for Vore Machine. he almost looks reasonable.

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“As his son, Yuty no doubt got the cold shoulder at every turn.”

amazing. not only was Apollo abandoned in America in some shit orphanage with zero contact from anything he knew as family, but Sadmad was forced to stay behind in a country that hated his guts. The perfect situation for both boys!!! No wonder they’re both so fucking grouchy all the time! Dhurke, you parental genius!

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“Dhurke’s the kinda guy who can become fast friends with just about anyone!”

guess that explains the fandom popularity 

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“Lol come over n play some jams bro”

“Ok dawg is it chill if i bring my kid my wifes uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“Yeah its cool I'm great with kids”

“tight”

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“It’s like Dhurke’s done nothing but save me all my life” yeah... from messes he made.

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“Jangly Justice”

god. i want to root for Jove but like. He looks like a tool, he sounds like a tool, his stage name is the tooliest thing ive ever heard... 

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originally this section was me ranting about how Thalassa would never have just ‘stopped looking for Apollo’ when she heard that Jove perished in the flames, since Apollo’s corpse was never found and the rebels were out looking for her to give him to her– but instead I’m just gonna leave you with ‘that excuse is mad weak and the writers need to try harder.’

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“You should try on the jacket, Apollo!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Look, I can excuse Athena, because she doesn’t know. But Datz knows its mold infested and disgusting. And he just finished talking about APollo’s tragic past. What the everloving fuck is up with this sicko?!

Also Athena, you can’t laugh at him wearing an eyepatch when he just got done wearing one all last year. 

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“I’d recognize those horns anywhere!”

“Is that really the only way anyone recognizes me?”

cue Phoenix harrumphing from the corner and brushing his spikes

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yknow maybe ive mentioned this before but why /hasn’t/ the queen found the safe house? It’s Dhurke’s old law office; that’d be like, the first place I’d check. Its like wondering if Dumbledore’s Army is based in Hogwarts.

I mean I guess you could say the Queen assumes theyre not stupid enough to hide in their old main haunt but... they’re stupid. they’re really, really stupid. it’s been proven like 800 times.

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so we just had a ladder convo about lizards?

also what do you mean geckos like to live in houses? i thought they just climbed around outside them. aLSO WHY ARE THEY EATING THEM 

... I appreciate that it ended in a Bugs Bunny Switcharoo though.

...And Phoenix ends it with “theyre just a plain old lizard”

I guess Phoenix doesn’t know flowers or lizards. 

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i really don’t know why none of the revolutionaries think sadmad’s playing the long con. they’ve all just completely given up on him. what if he was pulling a snape??? they talk about trust and shit and yet none of them trust their own leader’s son? shameful.

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“It seems like Gar’an has some serious leverage over him”

okay, they suspect he’s being controlled with some kind of blackmail... and yet do nothing to help him? they’re dumb enough to risk their lives doing something like that, but not compassionate or caring enough?? to their leader’s son???? what the fuck??????

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aww i missed Beh’leeb. I hope she and her (born/ unborn? cannot tell if she’s pregnant or not) kid are doing ok.

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“So she’s trying to help the revolution along... in her own special way!”

that sounds enormously patronizing phoenix, shut up. she’s pregnant and she has to deal with fucks like Datz running around blowing off firecrackers at government officials.

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...youre giving the orb to datz.

ill eat my hat if nothing happens to it.

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“We’ll attract undue attention if we go in too large a group”

oh also because youre dressed like baby’s first paint set but

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“AAAH!!”

“Do you know something about this?” “Nope! Just felt like shouting is all.”

yes, this is definitely the guy who should hold onto the orb for you. also i presented the attorneys badge. guess he has nothing to say about apollo’s proof of profession, eh?

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“Yeah... You’d think Nahyuta might’ve cut his old man some slack, but no.” Dhurke you thick son of a bitch

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wow. one single flashback occurrence where Dhurke wasn’t a dick. Well, 1/1000 ain’t too shabby...

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“What? You came to visit me and you didn’t even bring me a present?”

What, like your plate of ‘my son is NOT a failure” sushi, Dhurke ?

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“But I’m not a rebel.”

“Don’t be ridiculous– You’re a member of the defiant dragons simply by being my son.”

HE’S NOT YOUR SON YOU FUCK

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If you present him your attorneys badge he jokes about dying happy and apollo makes it explicit that he means via execution 

dhurke. that means apollo would die too. stop fucking joking about him dying you prickwad.

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Apollo: Hey Dhurke know anything about this necklace

Dhurke: OOOAAHHH!!! OHHH!! AHHH!!!!

Apollo: So thats a... 

Dhurke: Hahahahah its a no son give it here

Apollo: Yeah ok i see nothing suspicious about that at all and i sure hope the secret behind it wasn’t important to this case or anything..........

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me: jeez i hope that stupid necklace was the last thing we had to present

phoenix, appearance from god knows where: hey maybe ask about the hostage

me: bless you baby. also i forgot you were here

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Phoenix: Sounds like the minister has someone you really care about, cause you totally obeyed everything he did.

i know what youre trying to excuse here SOJ staff but no, straight up lifting right out of JFA will never be ok.

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“Is there a new lady in your life?” “WHAT?! DONT BE RIDICULOUS SON!”

I’m gay now! Hahaha. But seriously. Nobody wants to date Dhurke.

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“Amara was the love of my life, but she’s gone now, and there will never be another.”

cue Dhurtz shippers furiously jamming their fingers in their ears and whistling 

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wh

what the 

fuck is happening 

to his aRM

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“You tensed up” HIS BROKEN ARM STARTED VEINING SO HARD THAT IT SHOWED RIGHT THROUGH LIKE 2 LAYERS OF CLOTH

THATS SOME KRISTOPH DEVIL HAND SHIT RIGHT THERE

JESUS CHRI

oh there’s something hidden in there THANK GOD THAT SCAREDTHE FUCK OUTTA ME

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“Oh I see– so youre hiding a woman’s photo up your sleeve”

oh yeah, a 3D photo. that has bumpy bits. absolutely apollo.

“You don’t need to keep secrets like that from me– You’re an eligible bachelor now. But you’ll... introduce her to me at some point, right?”

this has that creepy ‘parent insists you have a crush on that one kid’ conversation vibe to it, especially since it’s not like Apollo ever had an attachment to Amara to make him see her as a mother; she was ‘dead’ before he could even walk.

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“Mon dieu! Are you into younger women, Dhurke?!”

Athena,,,,,,,, athena,,,, Apollo,,,,, he’s 

it’s 

oh never mind.

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“Heh heh. Dhurke, you old dog, you. You got yourself a younger lover.”

ACTUALLY, YOU KNOW WHAT, NO, NOT NEVER MIND. YOU HAVE A PHOTO OF AMARA. YOU KNOW WHAT AMARA LOOKS LIKE. YOU KNOW HOW TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN PAST AND PRESENT DHURKE BECAUSE THERES NO WAY HE COULD JUST RANDOMLY CUT HIS HAIR AND THEN HAVE IT GROW BACK THAT FAST.

I KNOW YOU THINK SHE’S DEAD BUT AT LEAST FUCKING SAY YOU THINK IT’S HER TWIN SISTER YOU UTTER UTTER NUMBSKULLS

“This is Amara before she died. If you look closer, you’ll see that I was younger, too.”

“Hey. You’re right.”

“Aww, that’s no fun.”

MY ULCERS ARE NO FUN BUT GUESS WHAT NEITHER IS LIFE

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“Wait a second... Haven’t we seen this woman before?”

DAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH

GOOD FUCKING BALLS PLEASE PLEASE LET THEM BE TROLLING DEAR GOD AAHGGDFKAFAGF

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i really love that photo though. everything about it is generally just really nice.

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wait hang on. they. they just. they kept her around? after her fake assassination? they just–– WHERE YOU COULD GET A PHOTO OF HER?!

EXPLAIN–– THERE’D BETTER BE A GOOD EXPLAIN

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“She was confined within the grounds, but she was fit as a fiddle.”

Ga’ran. Ga’ran. Ga’ran. You stupid, stupid, stupid bitch.

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“She was being held under virtual house arrest, so I freed her, and we made a run for it.”

“Of course, we didn’t just proclaim it to the people so that they’d realize Ga’ran was a dirty bitch; that would have been way too easy hahaha.”

Ohhh I see. They didn’t know Ga’ran was the one who did it. Except Ga’ran was the one who kept her under house arrest and faked her death so... It’s pretty obviously her? Amara would know that by putting 2 and 2 together? But no... Apparently Amara was suspicious enough to suspect Dhurke of being the arsonist like Ga’ran said, but brave enough to ‘accompany him so she could ascertain the truth for herself.’

hey remember when i said brave. i meant stupid. she was stupid enough to go with someone she thought might have tried to kill her, completely unsupervised. though i guess you'd have to be that dumb to actually fall in love with Dhurke in the first place.

AH, and she was immediately recaptured. Because Dhurke sucks. 

Waaaaait wait wait. How long and when did he ‘rescue’ her? The incident was 23 years ago, but Rayfa is 14– and Amara would need the usual 9 months to gestate– plus, the room she’s holding Rayfa in has the Defiant Dragons handbook in there, so it’s probably someplace of Dhurke’s–– 

Meaning there was a nine year gap but they still didn’t show her to the general public to depose gar– AGHHH. ITS ALL TERRIBLE!!!

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“Apollo. We need to grill the queen about Amara when we have the chance.”

Hobo Nick’s ghost: Hey uhh me, that might get you uhhhhh murdered i thought we got over that after von karma tasered the shit out of u––

SOJ Nick: DOOOOHHOOOHOO I LIKE SOLVING MYSTERIESSS

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Apollo: hey maybe the baby Amara’s holding is me. 

Athena: Nah it’s too cute to be you.

Apollo: ....i just want to have proof that I’ve known the loving touch of a mother at least ONCE ATHENA OKAY???

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“Hm? Oh... well, either way, it’s not you, son.”

yeah fuck you apollo the Sadmahdis only love their REAL children

also its Rayfa. it was in the safe next to Rafya’s letter; Rayfa basically identified it as herself when she saw it, it’s Rayfa.

Apollo: wow youre sure acting vague and suspicious about this; guess i’ll just accept it for what it is.

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Dhurke: [tells apollo’s he's going to die and leave him fatherless again]

Apollo: [immediately assumes its another of Dhurke’s jokes because Dhurke’s jokes are horrible and always at Apollo’s expense]

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phoenix: ...are you sick?

NICK

OH MY GOD 

i shriek laughed 

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Apollo: [clearly emotionally distraught] 

Dhurke: [continues to dance around the issue, thus prolonging Apollo’s suffering]

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(Why is this happening now? Just when I was finally starting to feel like you really are my...)

HE DOESN’T DESERVE YOU, APOLLO

GET OUTTA THERE

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So far Apollo hasn't said “i’m gonna do x and x and x, or die trying!” and honestly i know it’s a bit on the nose but it’s more true for this situation than any other ones it’s usually said in.

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Dhurke: I’ve got a big secret

Apollo: You’ve been hiding something *ELSE* from me?

Dhurke: I’m afraid I can’t tell you what it is. I’d be betraying a certain someone if I did.

WHY DID HE EVEN BRING IT UP THEN!? WHY IS DHURKE JUST THE FUCKING WORST?!!!

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“You’ll discover a truth that is hard to accept. But I know you. And I know you can handle the truth, no matter what it turns out to be.”

After all, you’re super great at accepting all the misfortune my existence has heaped upon you! Hahaha!!!

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“Apollo... Are you okay?”

“...I’m fine.”

they ask you how you are, and you just have to say that you’re fine, when you’re not really fine, but you just can’t get into it b

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h e r e   c o m e   t h e   r e b e l s

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and once again you have to manually move there. 

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action bomb over here from Vore Machine 

also beh’leeb sweety youre doing amazing

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“Dhurke belongs to the people!! Give him back!!!”

he what now

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(sigh)

..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................hi.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................sadmad...............................................................................................................................................................................

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“They’ll be arrested? Just for protesting?!”

Apollo... you live in the real world, r–– oh well technically he doesn't hm

that point’s moot

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“They are aiding and abetting a criminal by seeking his release”

uh pretty sure that’s BS yut

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“Her Eminence, Queen Ga’ran, has ordered they be arrested and judged en-masse”

ok im fucking 

im 

I'm wheezing so bad not ONLY do we have to save a revolution and Dhurke the rebel leader, but we are now about to defend most of the population of an entire country at once. Stakes RAISED bro

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good fucking lord apollo stop being all “weren’t you a defiant dragon once?!wehh!!”

even Phoenix, with his Edgeworth obsession, didn’t really question it when Edgeworth was being his shithead prosecutor self.

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Nahyuta: Sigh. Guess I can’t escape you. I mean I could use my magic beads to tie you up and then prance off but i have a plot to advance.

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“Enough with the zen monk act, Nahyuta– Tell me how you really feel!”

Damnit, Sadmad, it’s not like we have someone who can read emotions by listening to-– oh yeah.

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“She’s being held in secret where nobody is allowed to see her.”

second time’s the charm!

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Apollo, simply bringing up the reason he’s doing what he’s doing won’t get him to stop. Remember the Phoenix and Maya situation? Until you can guarantee her safety, Sadmad’s just going to keep steam rolling along.

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OH FINALLY 

ok athena dish the dirt

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alright, here we go, folks. time for Nick to get all their asses killed. i mean just listen to that ominous music :/

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i love her laugh sprite. 

“a lawyer AND  a comedian, HOW DROLL”

the royal guards weird me out a bit though. its those masks. I'm getting high lady gaga gives 

lady gagaran

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Apollo: better give her evidence to burn–– i mean, jog her memory with some evidence.

Ghost of hobo nick: future me!! stop this!! don’t you remember what always used to happen?!

SOJ Phoenix: DOOOHOOOHOOO WE GOT HER NOW, APOLLO! 

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...........that worked

....no it didn’t. just spring you damn trap already, gagaran.

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Apollo: Hm better not tell the people, that could stir up the revolution and actually make it happen. Especially since there might be REAL terrorists hiding out there, just waiting until someone goes, “Hey, that dead queen isn’t really dead!!”

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lol

something went wrong?? no way

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“Eeeek! Apollo! Don’t strip here!!!”

why is athena such a ditz in this case???

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I HEARD A BELT 

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wow. apollo’s ass canonically bared in AA6

klavier gavin cries a million miles away

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“HE WASN’T HIDING THE BULKY ASS ORB IN HIS CLOTHING, YOUR EMINENCE”

“damn i really thought he was hiding it in his skintight pants and vest. also ignore the other two, they couldn’t possibly have it.”

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oh lord pls don’t hurt rayfa

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“Your mind has been poisoned by the barbed one.”

“It was an honour and pleasure, your eminence”

phoenix i know that was highly badass and all but youre literally sitting pretty to be executed 

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“”””discipline””””

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“Well, Apollo, let’s head back to the safe house for now.” 

yes, just in case any spies follow us! so that the queen can get her hands on the orb that much fast!!

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oh hi edgeworht, youre in this game

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WOO YOU TELL’EM EDGEY

DOWN WITH PLUMED PUNISHER!! DOWN WITH PLUMED PUNISHER!! DOWN WITH PLUMED PUNISHER!!

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“Moving along to things that actually matter...”

it’s true, but he shouldn’t say it

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“Yeah, it’s like the more we learn about this case, the less we understand.”

just like me and this game’s writing process

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“A trial without evidence...”

there’s evidence, you wankers, what do you think that photo of amara, the old case files and the necklace are????

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“Athena, you’re too young and extra to die. Sit this trial out so we can save on sprite space.”

“Gotcha, chief.”

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“Plus, there’s prosecutor Blackquill to think of. he said he’d use me for sword practice if he put you in harms way.”

Yeah, if Athena dies, who’ll his new punching bag be??? don’t think i haven’t forgotten story teller. i will not forget. i will not forgive.

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“Remember; the worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles.”

ugh, finally it’s used semi right. 

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And so, we come to the end of another frustrating chapter. It’s finally time to move on to the final trial. I’m actually kind of curious to find out how everything went down– though something tells me my suffering won’t end when i do. 

Welp, friends –  till next time. The final hurdle is at hand. Or at least, part one of it.

[polyscripts]

You’d Won

Prompt; “I’ve been fighting in this revolution before it could even be called that!” ---  so basically this is mostly just reader (you), and how you made your way through the ages as a bad ass ;)

Pairing(s); Washington's x reader , hamilsquad x reader (platonic) , Ben Tallmadge x reader (platonic)

Warning(s); canon era , mostly just historical moments, fluff, angst at the end 

A/N; this is maaaad old lol, but I finished it up? MOSTLY JUST READER , posted it because its the 444444thththththt

okay so if you haven't seen Turn; Washington Spies , do it because that show is highkey the shiiiit 

March 5th, 1770 - Boston Massacre

(This is NOT completely historically accurate)

“I’ll be fine Martha, I swear” you whined, but the said woman only held you closer from where she had you wrapped up in her arms. You sighed, finally melting into her motherly touch, absorbing as much warmth from her as you could. 

“I know, I just wish you’d stay here with us” she pouted, pulling away to caress your cheeks. You sighed but gave her a soft smile that would sooth her nerves for the most part. “You know how I feel about you going out there” she scolded.

“I won’t be gone long, besides- you two are the closest i have to family anyways” she smiled happily at you before another voice spoke from the other side of the room.

“Do they know your coming? Will you write once your safely there?” your attention turned to George’s voice as he came up from where he stood silently in the doorway. You rolled your eyes, of corse he would be the next one to baby you. That’s all they ever did to you.

“Of corse, what do I look like?” you teased, but it didn't sooth his worried lines, as he came up to envelope you in his arms. You immediately returned his hug, capturing the feeling as much as you could before you forced yourself to pull away. Knowing if you’d stayed up in his arms any longer you’d end up postponing your trip later than expected.

“Stay aware” were his words of warning, hand resting on your shoulder as he stared down at you with loving eyes. The love a father had for his daughter.

“Of corse”

“To YNN!” once in Boston you had met with Sam and Ben before running to the pub to celebrate your arrival. 3 pints in and you were standing on tables, screaming of freedom.  

“-And to the revolution!” that caused the tavern to erupt into even more screams, the sound floating through the nights air. The screaming also catching a few unwanted attention from officers patrolling the streets.

“Whats going on in here?” a voice boomed through the shouting, almost silencing the crowd. You turned from where Ben had you up in his arms, he was introducing you to Sam Adams who was also fighting for a revolution. You both got along well, speaking passionately about freedom and starting a group of soldiers to help jumpstart the revolution. 

Your eyes snapped over to the man standing in the doorway, his red jacket and powdered wig making him stand out in the sea of dark colors. He was glaring at a younger girl who was innocently trying to pass beers around to the men. You watched as the officer reached for the girl, but you spoke up before he could lay his hands on her.

“Dont touch her ass hole” all eyes seemed to turn to you, wide and stunned that it was a woman instead of a man. The officer glared at you before a sly grin curled at his lips, his hands going to his hips.

“- and what’ll you do, whore” the name rolled off his tongue like venom, and it made your blood hot with anger. Your hands clenched into fist as you stomped up to him, the crowd parting like the sea to allow you access. The look in your eye was dangerous, and you swore you saw the grin falter for a second before returning challengingly. 

“I’ll make sure your head is wrapped up in a pretty bow for the king” you snarled. Thats what seemed to cause the chaos, one second you were inside the tavern, the next you were being dragged out into the streets.

“Unhand her!” Sam shouted, reaching for a bottle and throwing it nowhere. The bottle shattered in the street, causing other officers to halt there patrol and rush over. The crowd from inside poured out into the street, the shouting growing louder as people began to peek out from within there homes.

“Silence!” the officer who still gripped your arm, shouted but their screams never did. You took his distracted state and elbowed him in his side, kicking his knee in before running away. You faintly heard him shout ‘fire’ before the first shot rang out.

It was like a cannon going off in your ear as you watched a boy, no older than 15, hit the ground in a puddle of his own blood. You were so close, you felt the warmth of his blood splatter against your face. After that there was nothing but screams and gun shots that filled the air. You felt someone grip your arm, spinning around just int time for something to hit you across the face.

“This’ll teach you to interfere with a mans business” You growled, rolling away before he could stab you with his bayonet. You kicked him between the legs, spitting the mouthful of blood in his direction. While doing this you missed the other red coat who was trying to sneak up on you.

“Miss! Watch out!” you felt a hand grip your arm in time to dodge the business end of a bayonet. You blinked away your daze to see who your savior was, your eyes locking with a pair of hazel ones. 

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, eyes darting all across your blood stained face. The gunshots seemed to be over, nothing left but soft cries and frantic shouting for doctors. 

You looked back at the man who was holding your arms in his grip, a lost puppy look on his face as he studied you. You opened your mouth in response, but crumpled seconds after, clutching to your side in pain. When you pulled your hand away, blood coated your finger tips. “Not now..” you groaned a bit in annoyance. You must’ve been to into the fight to feel yourself being shot.

“Y-Your bleeding! We gotta get you to a doctor!” the man panicked, already looking around as if one would appear right before your eyes. You rolled your eyes at his lack of cool, and leaned back against the brick wall for support. You hissed as you pushed against your wound to at least cease the bleeding.

“Who are you..” you asked suddenly, his head whipping back to face you, a shadow casting across his face. His eyes flashed in your mind, a soft hazel with a face full of freckles to top it off. 

“I-I’m John Lauren’s, I was passing by when the gun shots started” he explained, running a hand through his mess of curls. You nodded silently, hissing when the bullet in your side began to burn.

“You need a doctor, theres a hospital-”

“Don’t, just take me to the house down the street from here” you hissed out, the pain only increasing the longer he stood there and worried. He hesitated, but one look from you had him moving you towards a house were two men stood already standing on the doorstep. One of them perked up at the sight of you hanging off Johns arm, and rushed to meet the two of you.

“What the fuck happened?!” Sam growled at John who was handing you over to Ben who scooped you up into his arms. Sam grabbed the boy by the collar, a menacing look in his eyes as John stuttered, you quickly intervened.

“He’s John, h-he saved me” you breathed, groaning as your blood grew thicker the more it left your body. Ben gave Sam a look as if to back down, and with a sigh he tossed John away. The boy stumbled back, a worried look still plastered across his face as Ben disappeared inside with you in his arms. Samuel blonde his view from inside, crossing his arms over his chest to seem bigger, while narrowing his eyes down at him.

“Thanks a lot kid, but she’ll be fine, you did a good thing. Now go home” with that he stepped inside and slammed the door shut behind him.

December 16, 1773 - Boston Tea Party

“I say we go tonight, their’ll be less officers on patrol with the new shipment coming in from the east” Ben nodded in agreement while looking back at Sam who gave you a proud grin. He slapped you on the back as you blushed but smiled back just as bright.

“Right on YNN, you heard her lads, we move tonight”

The air was freezing, the water just barely well enough to sail across as you and the others boarded a small boat less to be seen. You opted out of dressing in Indians wear, choosing your revolutionary garments instead.

“Stay low, you never know who could be watching” you hissed quietly, the men nodded and kept there heads bowed and ears open for any movement. Sam and Ben rowing across as you looked around. Your eyes caught sight of a man in the far back, he much much larger than all the others, and you stifled a giggled as he attempted to make himself smaller.

“It’s okay, you’ll be our strongest man up there” You could tell he was startled from how he jumped, nearly rocking the boat to the side. He stuttered out useless words as you simply took a seat beside him.

He surly was bulky, with a strong frame, and dark skin that resembled rich soil. His deep brown eyes bored into your soul, but he looked down before you could look any longer. He was tense at the sudden attention you were giving him, going silent when you didn't question him on the color of his skin. 

“I’m YN, but you can call me YNN, whats yours?” you asked as softly as you could. The others were murmuring softly amongst themselves, but he just fiddled with his fingers. You laid a hand over his, yours dwarfed in comparison to his. “..your allowed a voice when your around me” you reassured.

He looked at you hopefully, a small barrel noticeable smile on his face as he spoke as softly as he could. “M’ Hercules, ma’m, just Hercules” his voice was deep and sent shivers down your back as you smiled back at him. The smiled caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach but her forced them down knowing the consequences of his feelings.

“Well Hercules, I'm glad you could make it” you smiled, he nodded but went silent again. You took notice how he wasn't wearing much of anything to protect him from the cold. You removed the gray bundle from your head and handed it to him, the action surprising him.

“Here.. take this” you handed him the beanie, not knowing that this single article of clothing, he would hold dearly to him for the rest of his life. He stared down at the wool, running his calloused thumbs over the rough fabric.

“YN! We’re here” you snapped your head over to Sam and Ben who motioned you over. You patted Hercules on the back before giving him one last determined look, your signature look.

“We fight for this country Herc, for all of us”

He didn't know this would be the last time he’d see you for a long time. After the tea had been dumped into the harbor, you all ran and jumped over board before swimming back ashore where a crowd stood cheering loudly. He searched for you through the mass, but only caught a glimpse of you mounting your horse with a satisfactory smile. He tried calling out for you, but you were riding away into the night before you could be caught.

July 4th, 1776 - New York City

You were in New York with Sam, joining your father figure in the signing of the Declaration. You loved New York for the vibes it sent you. The streets were constantly filled with revolutionist, all fighting for the same cause as you.

In the years leading up to now, you’ve become a bit of a celebrity within the colonies. Citizens would stop you in the street just to discuss how happy and free they’ve felt after your acts of rebellion down in Boston. You couldn’t take full credit, if it weren't for all the connects you made in the years, you didn't know where you’d be.

But now that Boston was striving now without your aide, New York was the next best spot to spark more inspiration. Although you had to keep a low profile as of recently after being wanted all across by the king himself. Especially when there were loyalist still sneaking about willing to snitch you out. 

“Ugh, another one..” Sam muttered, barely sparing the man a glance as he continued looking forward. You glanced over to the man standing on a soap box in the middle of the square. You could just barely make out the words he was saying, but a few stuck out to you. And not in a positive way.

“Head not the rebels, who scream revolution, they have not your interest at heart!”

You made a face of annoyance, not have there interest at heart? Who the fuck was this guy? Your jaw clenched in annoyance, staring across the square at where he continued to shout out in free speech. What angered you more was the crowd that seemed to surround him.

“Go on, I’ve never stopped you before, and I'm sure I could break you out of jail this time” Sam laughed, turning his back so he’d have deniability. You snickered before turning on your heel striding towards the action.

“You must not value your life if you speak of the king in front of a his worst enemy” the crowd parted at the sight of you, a few gasping and squealing like school girls at your presence. You slowly walked towards the soap box, climbing up and presenting an air of dominance that made the man cower.

“Excuse me-”

“You believe wrong if you think someone like me could give less of a rats ass about what you had to say” you sneered, the man stumbled back nearly falling off the makeshift stage. The crowd laughed at this as you turned to them, your signature adorning your face as you placed a hand on your hip.

“Who says that little island should mess with us?! I say we fight back, as a colony!” the crowd cheered loudly, you laughed loud as you scanned the group of newly rowdy rebels. You caught a pair of familiar faces who seemed just as happy to see you again as you. 

“YN!” 

You waved happily, but froze when you heard a sharp cough from behind you. You winced, turning slowly to the two officers who glared down at you, prepared to grab and arrest you. 

“YN LN, you’re under arrest for-”

“Yea, yea I know, but you’ll have to catch me first~” you teased, dodging there hands and running right under there advances. You stole a glance back, sending a wink at the pair before disappearing around the corner.

October 17th , 1779 

When you rejoined with George you were well into your position of fighting for the freedom of the colonies. You were rising up, everyone knew that and they supported it, only few disapproved but they never voiced it to you in your face. They’d rather keep their teeth.

“I’m gonna need a right hand man..” George began, your excitement escalating a bit as you leaned forward. He looked thoughtful, as if he even needed to think about it when you already knew the person for the job. 

“Then let me be it!” you begged, startling him as he looked at you as if you had three heads. You looked so hopeful that if he were any other man, he’d laugh in your face. Except he only shook his head, having already had this conversation with you before. It was a typical argument, he always claimed your woman hood would through everyone off.

“We’ve discussed this already, YN” he returned to pacing his office while you huffed and stood up from your seat. You stood before him, his frame towering over you, but your hard gaze stopped his pacing.

“Then why can’t it be me!” you begged, but he just brushed past you, names and faces flashing across his mind for possible men. Your face appeared more time than he could count, but he couldn’t risk your safety in a mans war.

“You know why YNN, You’re just-”

“Just what? A woman? So what! I’ve done so much for this revolution! hell! I’ve been fighting it before it could even be called that!” you shouted now, your frustration building as he rolled his eyes and placed a hand on your arm. You glared up at him and stepped away, ignoring his sigh of annoyance.

“Go home, YNN” he finally muttered, walking towards his desk, a sign he was done arguing. but you sure as hell weren’t.

“No! Who better to command an army than me! I’ve fought plenty of red coats! I’ve-” you began to argue more, but his shoulders slumped in defeat knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“YNN..”

“I’ve worked so hard! you can't just-”

“YN”

“You can't just brush me aside! I thought I-”

“YN!” “I thought you saw me as your daughter!” 

There was a tense silence in the air now, tension thick as George slowly turned to face you now. You were breathing heavily, eyes blurry with tears. His eyebrows furrowed in guilt, his heart heavy as his mouth opened and closed with no words leaving them. 

Your jaw clenched when Alexander entered the room, looking between the both of you confused. He opened his mouth to address the tension in the room when George spoke over him, using his General voice, as if nothing had just happened.

“Alexander, I was just discussing with YNN how well of a position you would fit..” you felt your hands ball up in fist, your eyes trained on a spot on the ground. Alex looked over to you, excited, but clearly still worried about sudden silence. You never were one for silence, always needing to involve your opinion over everyone else.

“What position is that, sir?” 

“I want you to be my right hand man..” the words left his mouth so easily you felt as if a ton had been dropped on your heart. You bit your lip to hold back a frustrated shout, but you just opted to snap your glare up at them. 

George had a hand on Alex’s shoulder, a proud look, a look a father gave his son. In that moment all you wanted was to rip him apart with your words, to tell the man who had practically raised you, that you hated him. That you hated everything he’d ever done to you, but then you’d be lying..

“I would be honored, sir” you were nearly shaking as you looked at Alex almost shocked, but not really, you knew how much he cared about his ego. Thats what drew the both of you to each other, your constant need to take for your own gain. He knew this position would take him places even after the war was through, but still. You would’ve thought at least your best friend, would say no to the offer you’d been speaking about since you’d met.

“Then lets get started right away son” that was all it took for your brain to mentally stop. Your breathing halted, your eyes went unfocused as you clenched your jaw so tight it might have popped. You didn't realize you were staring so coldly towards them until you heard Alex call out to you.

“YNN are you alright?” you blinked a bit, before focusing your gaze on them again. George looked sincerely guilty, and Alex looked a bit scared but you didn't care, you were heartbroken enough.

You didn't utter a single word to his worried ones, just turned on your heel and left. Forgetting all casualties, forgetting to bid your father, no, that man a goodnight. You just forgot because you’d never felt so insignificant, humiliated and infuriated, at this war until tonight.

December 24th , 1781 - YorkTown

You hadn’t seen George in years since the incident, you couldn't bare to even look at him after everything you’ve done to get so far. Even after all your hard work, being a woman still seemed to stop you from getting anything truly done.

But you didn't let it stop you from fighting, from winning the war you'd been fighting for, for so long. You didn't know you’d regret now sending your letters to him sooner, that you’d regret not telling him that you were sorry for being childish and running off. That you loved him, that he was your father and you didn't hate him, but missed him and needed him. But somewhere deep down you knew he already knew this, that he loved you so much more, and missed you so much more and worried for you every day that passed.

So laying here, in a puddle of your blood as the smoke of the cannons slowly seemed to fade into the air, you didn't feel bad about it. The sounds of war were distant, the fighting had long since stopped and you took in the smells of victory. The smell of ash and copper filled your senses, what would be the bitter taste of your blood on your tongue was sweet with the thought that you’d won. 

You knew that George would look for you after the war was done, would write you when you didn't return to Mount Vernon. When he’d return to see Martha's tear stricken face, holding a letter with your name written with an apology at the bottom, he’d know. But for now, he’d hold her and cry with her, tell the others of your victory and celebrate you for all that you’d done. 

Because he’d know that you won...

I didn't go back and edit because I just really wanted to post this :))