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The Housekeeper | Part 1 | Elijah Mikaelson x Reader
Additional tags: Human!Mikaelsons, Modern!AU, Housekeeper!Reader, no use of Y/N
Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals x Reader (Platonic)
Summary: You've been hired as the new housekeeper for the Mikaelson estate, owned by the elusive Elijah Mikaelson.
His sister had hired you. She had explained during the interview that her brother's previous housekeeper had been getting on in age and was looking to retire soon. There would be two weeks of training to make the transition between housekeeper feel seamless. The master of the home had a certain expectation of the cleanliness of his home, and he would expect the same amount of care to be shown by the new housekeeper.
You weren't worried at all.
You grew up around the janitorial occupation. Your mother had taken you along with her to the home's she'd been hired at on days you didn't have school. She always sat you down and made sure you were occupied while she went about tidying up the million dollar residences. You watched her most of the time. Saw how hard she worked to keep the domicile organized and clean. Whether it be cleaning the toilets, mopping the floors, scrubbing the bathtub. Your mother did it all. And you had been so impressed with her.
While many other children looked up to and aspired to be firefighters or astronauts, you had wanted to do what your mother did.
"One of the greatest things in life you can do, is to serve others." Your mother had once said. After a long and tough day at work, you asked her why she seemed to enjoy this job so much when it took so much out of her, physically. That had been her response. And when her employer arrived, looking at his home impressed and awestruck, his wide smile and generous words had made your mother's face light up like a Christmas tree.
"That feeling you get," she explained, "when a person thanks you from the bottom of their heart, when you can see the gratitude in their eyes; you can feel your chest swell with warmth at their words. It's one of the best feelings in the world."
You hadn't felt that before. You wanted to know what it felt like. So, one day in school, you made an effort to offer your services to clean up the classroom for your 2nd grade teacher, Miss Dobson.
After the class had been dismissed for recess, you walked over to the supply cabinet and grabbed a cleaning spray you had seen your teacher use for cleaning smudges, and a small hand towel, and got to work on wiping down all the desks of your classmates. Miss Dobson, having occupied herself with wiping the chalkboard clean looked over at you, diligently cleaning the desks.
Her look of surprise soon morphed into one of unabashed thankfulness. "That is very thoughtful of you! Thank you so much, my little helper!"
Safe to say, your mother had been right. The feeling you got was unlike anything you had ever experienced.
Since that moment, you'd vowed to follow in your mother's footsteps. Having observed her all your life, you went into the housecleaning business once you turned 18.
And it's how you had ended up working for one of the heirs of the Mikaelson conglomerate. Namely, the 2nd eldest son, Elijah Mikaelson.
The Mikaelsons were a world-renowned name, made famous by the various industries each sibling was tied to. The oldest of the siblings and 1st daughter, Freya, worked closely with the 2nd youngest brother, Kol; the two had co-founded an archeological enterprise that specialized in finding and preserving ancient texts and artifacts, usually donating items to museums the world over.
The oldest son, Finn, was a deeply loved humanitarian and patron for education. He traveled the world, working with out-reach programs to feed famine-stricken countries and bring medicine to villages that faced medical crisis. He also worked closely with his siblings Freya and Kol to facilitate extracurricular programs for children to learn more about history, giving out funds to schools to create more opportunities to take their classes to museums and other learning facilities.
Nikalus Mikaelson; or as his more well-known alias, Klaus, was a huge advocate for the arts. He owned and ran several galleries in different countries, curated a vast collection of paintings from famous artists of the past, and was quite the accomplished artist himself. He also funded many theaters, most of them opera houses and even owned a very exclusive art supply chain.
Rebekah, the youngest daughter, and the one who had hired you in the first place, was one of the highest paid models of this generation. She also had her own clothing line and marketed a lot of her items online, using her influence to sell her product. Out of all the siblings, Rebekah was the most "accessible", so to speak, her online presence marking her as the most social of the family.
There was also the youngest brother, Henrik, but he was still pursuing his education overseas, although rumor had it that he was very close to his brother Klaus and it was expected that he would most likely venture into the art business with him.
Finally, there was Elijah. The more elusive of the siblings. The 2nd eldest son was well established in the wine industry. He owned several wineries and even some breweries. He even worked together with his sister, Rebekah, and started a clothing brand for tailored suits. It was widely rumored that Elijah was the one running the entire conglomeration of Mikaelson subsidiaries. He was rarely seen out and about in public, keeping himself far from the spotlight, seeming rather content to let his siblings be front and center.
You were no stranger to the more reclusive type, there were plenty of millionaires you had worked for in the past that stayed indoor as often as possible, many of them incredibly uptight about punctuality and routine. You had expected the same of Elijah when you first came to work for him.
Surprisingly enough, he was anything but. You had met him on your first day. He had been the one to open the door, held out his hand, and greeted you cordially. He then escorted you to his retiring housekeeper, Philomena, and left the two of you for some meeting or other.
Over the transition period of learning the in's and out's of the Mikaelson home, you had come to learn a bit more about the family. Most all the children had homes of their own, besides Henrik, who still lived with their mother and father, but many of them would stay over at each other's houses quite often. The siblings whose homes were occupied a majority of the time were Elijah's and Klaus'.
After a few weeks of taking over as housekeeper, you met the siblings one after the other.
The first was Rebekah, though you had already tehnically met, seeing as she was the one to hire you. She had entered the home one morning and asked for Elijah. You had told her that he had stepped out for an early brunch with several investors regarding the opening of another winery. The beautiful blonde model sighed at the news and muttered that it 'couldn't be helped'. She then had you sit on one of the plush couches in the living area as she brought in a rack of gowns and asked you to pick which suited her better.
It had been a bizarre morning for you but you had enjoyed the time you spent with the young woman. You learned that she used these mini-runway sessions as an excuse to visit her siblings. She mostly dropped in on Elijah or Klaus, the two brothers she was closest with, but she did occasionally visit the others.
That day you had seen a sight you would not soon forget. Once Elijah came home and caught sight of his sister, a bright, wide smile spread across his lips, his face lit up instantly, and he looked years younger. You were awestruck.
He was never completely devoid of emotion, but many of the smiles he had shot your way had been cordial and polite. To see his face smooth over and relax the way it had with his little sister, you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight.
You prepared a special meal that day, to celebrate Rebekah's visit. Rebekah's words of praise at the delicious meal had that wonderful feeling spread through you. Your beaming smile at the blonde distracted you from noticing Elijah's own eyes from staring at you with curious wonder.
Klaus had visited a week later after Rebekah's departure. You had helped him lug in his 12 foot canvases to the studio room you cleaned out every other week. Thankfully, you cleaned it a day before the brother's arrival, earning an appreciative nod from the man as he went about setting up his work space. Over the next few days, you catered to the artist, bringing him his meals and any other items he required. When Elijah was present, Klaus would step away from his paintings, and the two would mainly spend their time in the library, either playing chess, reading, or discussing various topics regarding their respective businesses.
The two had such differing personalities that it was amazing to see how they balanced each other. Klaus seemed to act out of impulse. You had heard him yelling every now and again to someone on the phone but Elijah's calm demeanor seemed to counteract his little brother's short fuse.
On the last night of Klaus's visit, the blonde man had retired to his room earlier that day. Seeing it as your opportunity to tidy the studio room a bit, you carefully entered. You went about sweeping and mopping the floors, organizing the brushes and towels he had left scattered around. Once you had finished, you finally took a moment to actually look at the paintings that surrounded the room. It was safe to say that Klaus was far more talented than you originally believed. You stared in wonder at the majestic landscapes depicted on the canvas.
It was in this enraptured trance that Elijah had caught you. The door to the studio hadn't been shut completely, allowing the fumes from the paint to escape. He had just been on his way to his office when he had noticed the light on in the room. He had merely gone to glance inside to make sure his little brother hadn't just forgotten to turn off the light. Then he saw you.
You were staring at the painting Niklaus had finished. Your eyes were shining in amazement, and your mouth agape with awe. And Elijah couldn't help but smile. As his housekeeper, you and he communicated quite often, but there was a distance that couldn't be breached due to your position and because of that, he only ever saw you focused on your duties, polite and respectful responses to his questions and requests. Your professionalism only seemed to drop when you interacted with his siblings. And there was a part of him that was envious of them.
He had left the scene very shortly after watching you for a moment, slightly embarrassed at his blatant ogling. You were none the wiser to his presence that night.
Freya, Kol, and Finn arrived in one fell swoop. You had been surprised, only having expected to meet each Mikaelson one by one. Finn and Freya were warm in their greetings. Kol, while still polite, was the more aloof one of the trio. You had the sense that he was very wary of outsiders. From your observations while they resided in the estate, Kol seemed to thrive on the attention and praise of his siblings. He was an incredibly smart person, intuitive and thinking outside the box for solutions to problems. You noticed that he stuck very closely to his older sister and brother and how he would retaliate verbally more harshly toward Elijah or against Klaus and Rebekah if they were mentioned in some form or another. You soon realized that his aloof persona was really a shield to hide away his own insecurities. He craved validation from his siblings and wanted to feel just as loved as he so fiercely loved them. His combative nature toward Elijah, Rebekah, and Klaus seemed to be more out of jealousy at their bond with one another than actual contempt.
Having realized that, you treated him with more care than the rest. He didn't trust you but kept a close eye on you during his stay with his siblings. He would flirt with you, not because he was interested, it was a tactic for him to get you flustered, wanting you to slip up whatever facade he believed you had going on. But you were not that easily shakeable. You knew he was worried for his family. You'd heard plenty of stories of previous hired help around the home and how some had the audacity to try and steal from the Mikaelsons. Kol was just looking out for Elijah—and by extension the rest of his siblings—in his own way.
It was only when you had shown interest in a particular project that he and Freya had undertaken, did he start to warm up to you. The two had discovered ruins in the outskirts of a small village in El Salvador. Freya had sent an advance team ahead to secure the perimeter and begin initial survey's of the terrain for the main archeological team. Kol and she had been seated in their office, piles of books surrounding them with maps and charts pinned to the myriad of cork boards they had covering the walls of the office.
You had been bringing them a pot of tea, Finn trailing behind you holding a tray of cookies to go along with the prepared drink. As you laid the two trays on the emptiest looking portion of the desk, you caught sight of a map of El Salvador, a red circle encompassing their purported dig site.
"Oh, are you going to be digging near El Boquerón?"
Freya and Kol abruptly paused their discussion and turned their heads to you. Freya saw you eyeing the map and nodded, "Yes, that's correct. You know the place?"
You looked up from the map and sheepishly stepped away, "Uh, I was really interested in ancient civilizations during high school. I read a lot of books talking about various indigenous cultures in Central and South America. I really ended up focusing on Mayan nations and sub cultures that formed in remote locations. I know that there was a section of indigenous people in El Salvador known as the Pipil."
You pointed to the red circle on the page, "This area was devastated by a volcanic eruption in the late 1910's. The lake that was once there completely disappeared and many of the homes of the people there was completely burned or melted away by the lava."
Freya and Finn practically beamed at the information you were providing them. Kol tried hard not to look impressed with your knowledge. The three were quick to bring you into their discussion from that point. Asking if you knew anything about the climate there and the terrain they may face.
Elijah came in later that day to find the four of you huddled around Freya's laptop, an image of an item resembling a ceramic jar, half buried in the dirt. Again, a pang of envy coursed through him at the sight of you chatting away so freely with his brothers and sister.
But a bigger part of him was overjoyed to see how well his family had taken to you. Philomena, while a phenomenal housekeeper, had kept to herself and never connected with him, nor his siblings, on a personal level.
You were something special.
He looked on silently as you continued to point out different portions of the computer image. The moments of jealousy that coursed through him were unexpected but not wholly unwelcome. It told him that there was something he wanted to explore with you—only if you wanted to as well, of course—and that the time for distance was to come to an end.
He wanted to know you more, the same way his siblings had gotten the privilege to over these last few months.
Elijah was eager to learn more about his dear housekeeper.
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Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Author's note: This just kept getting longer and longer until I had to make it into a separate part.
Can you tell I love Original sibling interactions with OC's/reader's?
#elijah mikealson x reader#the originals x reader#elijah mikaelson#klaus mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson#kol mikaelson#finn mikaelson#henrik mikaelson#freya mikaelson#Alternate universe#human au
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Time for some LORE!
TLDR for those who don’t wanna read my wall of text: Leshy feels out of place among the old faith and believes the other bishops fear his power and don’t respect him so he makes his own cult. The others don’t like that and try to stop Leshy. Big fight ensues, four bishops injured, Leshy gets imprisoned, and the green crown gets lost in Darkwood.
Leshy, the youngest of bishops and newest edition to the Old Faith had always felt out of place- No. He KNEW he was the odd one out.
War, Pestilence, Death and Famine. They were the four horseman of the Apocalypses. They were a team. Just the four of them.
Originally, Leshy had thought the older bishops simply feared change. That they were stuck in their ways and with his domain being that of chaos, it had disrupted the balance the Old Faith had grown comfortable in .
But it was HIM they feared. They clearly feared the unpredictable powers of the green crown. They couldn't control him and it SCRAED them.
Shamura couldn't teach Leshy their traditions. Tradition was boring and Leshy wasn't one for the strict routine Shamura tried to enforce.
Narinder and Heket couldn't scare him into submission. Leshy had laughed at the idea of his older siblings trying to boss him around like he was one of their followers.
And Kallamar… We'll Kallamar had always been a coward through and through. The pathetic squid god would say what the others were too proud to admit.
There was no place for Leshy in their faith.
Since there was no place for him in the old faith, Leshy would just make his own faith! With a following of those who respected his domain. Then when his siblings saw how powerful he was they would HAVE to respect him.
Leshy isolated himself from his older siblings without warning and focused all of his efforts on making his own cult grow. The older bishops didn't pay any attention to this as they thought Leshy had finally gotten the message and was taking the teaching of the Old Faith seriously. Oh how wrong they were.
His following has always been much larger than his sibling's as Leshy was rather lax with the rules and his followers could usually do as they pleased. This made him more favorable among the mortals.
And as his following grew, so did his power.
It was only when followers started leaving the old faith to join Leshy did the other bishops realize what their youngest brother had been doing. They needed to put a stop to this before Leshy took his "New Faith" too far.
Attempting to confront Leshy was a horrible mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake.
This would be the first and hopefully last time any of the bishops would ever seen raw chaos magic in action as they witness the power of the green crown and for the first time see Leshy's eldritch form.
~~~ BATTLE AND AFTERMATH ~~~
-Kallamar was the first to be attacked by Leshy. Kali's ear's were permanently damaged by being too close to Leshy screaming while he transformed into his eldritch horror form. Kali was left deafened immediately after the attack. Leshy then flung Kali through the forest with his tail and chased a panicked Kallamar until their other siblings arrived. Kali chained the tail shortly after Heket managed to restrain Leshy for long enough.
After the battle, Kali's paranoia only grows as he believes Leshy is still watching him from the shadows. Now unable to hear, Kali is constantly looking over his shoulder and hold his weapons at the ready, much to the dismay of his followers who might get a blade pointed in their face. He does suffer from auditory hallucinations which only make the paranoia worse
-While attempting to muzzle Leshy, he grabbed Shamura in his mouth and burrowed violently through the ground until Narinder captured him. Shamura experience permanent head trauma from the attack which had also left them severely traumatized. They chained the upper body.
Shamura was left a shell of their former self. Not only from the brain damage but from the grief they feel over failing their youngest sibling. It was Shamura's job as the oldest and wisest bishop to teach their ways and they failed to reach Leshy. If they had only tried harder. Tried to understand how the chaos god saw their world. Shamura had the powers to stop any of this from happening and yet they still failed them all.
-Heket's throat was slashed open by one of Leshy's antlers while putting the collar shackle on him. This was the only attack from Leshy which was purely accidental. Heket was the first to successfully chain Leshy. She chained his neck.
Heket now has to speaks telepathically through her crown as she was muted by the attack and it pains her to try and speak. She was the sibling Leshy was closest too and his betrayal hit her hard. Was she too hard on the young god? Was she not hard enough? For the first time in her long life, Heket questions her choices. Her uncertainty manifests itself as unbridle rage as her iron grip over her cult only tightens.
-Narinder was the last bishop to arrive shortly after Shamura, he had gotten his left arm bitten off while attempting to restrain Leshy and rescue Shamura from the jaws of the rampaging worm. He chained the lower body.
After almost dying at the hands (mouth?) of Leshy, Nari has been struggling with the concept of his own mortality. The god of death himself being afraid of dying? How painfully ironic. Despite all this, Nari is the one to visit Leshy the most out of all of the siblings. The two of them, were never that close by any means but Nari will occasionally check in on the youngest god...
#cult of the lamb#cotl#cult of the lamb au#cotl au#agent of chaos au#au lore#bishops of the old faith#leshy#heket#narinder#kallamar#shamura#no beta we die like followers at random#srs I cant leave them alone for two minutes#grammar is a social construct#i like angst a lot
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Armageddon Brothers
The Four Housemen of the apocalypse
Since the first part of the series is out I’d thought I’d show the concepts of the turtles and their “Horses” (please mind the tags though)
I had an idea about a what if and I’ve roped in others to help with this madness 😈
Cough cough @devotedtosadpoetry @ninjaneonleon @kinky-asexual
What if in another universe the Kraang where freed early, the turtles are tots but had unlocked their ninpō at a young age. The Kraang, having interacted with Oraki Saki have had an interest in the Hamato's and the Foot Clan. It was the Hamato's that sealed them after all.
So the Hamato's where on the Kraang's list, having killed Splinter they were about to kill the turtles, but why waste potential weapons?
This au is about the boys being "raised" by the kraang and how they uses them to take over other words and wage wars.
Raph - War - 21 - Oldest
Mikey - Famine - 18 - Youngest - “horse” Feast
Donnie - Pestilence - 19 - Second oldest - “horse” Plague
Leo - Death - 19 - Second youngest - “horse” Reaper
Raph - Raph is pretty much savage Raph, with a lot more Kraang on him than he had in the movie. He and Leo have a bond where Leo is the only one who can calm him down. Raph is very susceptible to orders and when he's paired up with Mikey on the battle field they're unstoppable. Being War Raph is a lot more stronger than he's in canon, the more destruction he causes feeds him, and with Mikey acting as his booster of sorts they're very formidable on the field.
Mikey - Mikey is very unhinged and sadistic, he enjoys tormenting people and killing for the fun of it, always change his hunger. With being Famine he feeds on peoples emotions and feelings. His hyperacticness boots Raph's rage and destructiveness. Mikey is always smiling, always fining things fun, his bubbly nature is warped into something twisted. His favourite person to torment is Leo, there's a rivalry (mostly one sides on Mike's part) that's been turned into something dark and he enjoys the misery he causes his oldest brother.
Donnie - Don, like Mike. is very unhinged and sadistic, doing things in the name of science, his fav rate past time is experiments on living people, and also like Mikey, Leo is his prime target. Donnie has a connection to Leo that the others dont. He and Leo accidentally mind melded during a “traumatic event” , casing them to be permanently linked slightly. Donnie is envious and hates the power Leo has, and he doesn't know why the Kraang are so hell bent on keeping his brother test subject around. Being pestilence. Donnie handles a lot of chemicals, he createsBio weapons (along with others)
Leo - unlike his brother, Leo Is more placid and won't defend himself against his brothers or the kraang. Being prone to memory los, Leo doesn't remember a lot and he's always craving to be around his teammates. Since he is death he never stays dead when he's "accidentally" killed by his brothers. The Prison Dimension is his domain, his body has abased the dark matter that's in there every time hes been thrown in, (usually dead). Leo feeds of the souls he takes and is always the last one in the field.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#rise leo#rise raph#rise mikey#rise donnie#rise movie#unpause rottmnt#rottmnt raphael#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#apocobros
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Mashle Innocent Zero x Wife!Reader Pt.2
Requested by: @yusume-the-writer
Case: how the brothers reacted to their mother’s death after giving birth to Mash
(spoilers ahead!!! And might be ooc!!)
Hope this will make sense and is according to your imagination!😅
Doom
He may seem calm, but deep down he was devastated. He truly cared for you. He would be quieter than usual. He would be the same in public but in private, he would cry silently to himself. He’d be normal again after a while since he doesn’t want to let his father down.
Famin
The sadistic clown no longer had his classic grin on his face. He was shocked. He didn’t believe it at first, but he soon broke down in tears when he went back to his room. He couldn’t help himself, you cared about him and doesn’t mind his tantrums, yet you’re gone.. after a while, he’ll be back to his usual self but still a tad bit upset deep down
Epidem (sailor moon rip-off)
As soon as he heard the tragic news, he dropped his pudding (rip-) and processed a few seconds. He didn’t want to believe that you’re gone yet he knew it’s the truth. It took a toll on him so it’ll take a while for him to accept it.
Delisaster
He was in the middle of partying. When he heard the news, he stopped. He couldn’t move, just frozen on the spot, not wanting to believe and accept this harsh reality. He just couldn’t believe that you’re gone, his mother that doesn’t take his tantrums to heart. He was truly devastated…
Domina
Although he’s the second youngest, he catches onto things pretty quickly. So he knew what happened to you, he wasn’t expecting this kind of news. He would go back to his room and silently cry to himself, he regretted not spending enough time with you. Since Mash was born, he secretly developed hatred towards Mash.
Ok I think that’s pretty much it I hope you enjoyed~
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Re-ordered some stuff but here we go
will I color it one day? maybe. For now here we go.
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In this AU, the Bishops were children who were raised in a temple together, chosen from a young age to bear the crowns.
Shamura the eldest, who loved to read and learn and share this knowledge with everyone around;
Kallamar the second, who loved to entertain his siblings with stories and tales;
Heket the third, who loved to try new things and share them with her siblings;
Narinder himself, who loved too much for the embodiment of death;
and Leshy the youngest, who dreamed of a future beyond the palace walls, where he and his family could simply be.
As they grew older, though, things began to change. Vows were made and stations were created- and everyone settled into their roles, learning and growing and expanding upon their domains... they of war, he of blight, she of famine and he of chaos...
But Narinder, he of Death, could not. And that already widening chasm only grew as he did, anyway.
Azri, eventually, came to view Narinder not as a cruel god, but as a victim of his station- a pathetic personification, a pitiable brother betrayed by those he loved, the very ones who placed those lofty, unreachable, unnatural dreams into him in the first place.
And, well, why become Death when you can simply put Death on a leash?
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Since the Lamb spares Narinder, Narinder remains god of death but is essentially under Azri's control. The other four Bishops get revived, but since they died they lost their god status and only retain their immortal souls. Azri is a god themself after defeating all 5 Bishops (killing 4 of them) and obtaining their crowns.
All five crowns are now in Azri's possession and they are nigh on unstoppable. Luckily for everyone, they just want a peaceful and happy life. Being worshiped is a nice side effect, and sure, there's a sacrifice here and there, but all in all it's a very peaceful life.
Just... don't step out of line. When you have Death under your thumb, death has no meaning.
you can't die without their permission.
also don't mess with Nari bc the Lamb will have Words™ for you.
#cult of the lamb#CotL AU#Narinder CotL#The Lamb CotL#Justa Arts#see me thinking of a name for this AU#anyway Azri (my Lamb) decides they don't want to become death bc that job highkey sucks#like guiding souls and passing judgment and sending them into the correct afterlife for their belief AND righteousness? or whatever?#always between and never truly living on either side of that veil? yeah that sucks#so really keeping Narinder around just seems like the best thing for them. then they can focus on the cult#<- that is Azri's reasoning anyway in reality they just want to keep Narinder around#is it love or mutual stockholms? who knows at this point /j#anyway excuse any discrepencies this is a digital lining of a traditional sketch I did at 3 am and I probably missed a lot of mistakes#and this was like the first thing I did so I didn't have my designs solidifed#mind you I still don't but still#edited to fix Narinder's name bc I blanked out while writing this
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Kallamar the Coward, Pt 2: Famine and Pestilence
Expanding on my previous Kallamar headcanon, I wanted to go more in depth on these two, particularly because of how often I see fanon treat their relationship as kind of one note (IE "Heket is the strong girlboss and Kallamar is the wimp so lets see her push him around and bully him cuz it's funny har har har").
It's easy to presume that after the sealing of The One Who Waits and the Bishops' injuries, Heket took over as "leader" of the Old Faith, being the one to take charge in meetings and sermons, speaking first despite her injuries, commanding the others, and being especially mindful and doting of Shamura and concerned over their mental state.
Heket isn't particularly strong. She's only a bit stronger than Leshy. In fact, by the time you reach her, it's pretty easy for your Cult to have grown enough that she's practically a pushover compared to how limited you are when you only have Darkwood and the starting Cult facilities available to you.
The second youngest ended up being promoted to a parental figure, due to the eldest being in no state to lead, and the second eldest having evidently broken down from the stress and nobody acknowledging he had his own trauma despite how "light" his injuries were compared to everyone else.
I think Heket's view of her elder brother would have definitely been damaged after she was forced to step up due to his failings. But even then... I think she does care about him. Unlike how instantly ready Narinder and even Shamura are to criticize Kallamar, and unlike how the common fanon portrayal is ready to have all of the bishops tear Kallamar apart for the sake of the joke of him being a flat character, Heket never directly insults him. At most she's pushy and commanding and hard on him.
I'd like to think she wants him to help again. To get out of whatever funk he's in and be the responsible one that took care of her and Leshy and Shamura at the start. So she pushes, tries to get him to take charge. She knows her own weakness even if she won't admit it. She wants, needs him to be the Bishop she knows he can be, knows he used to be. Even in his cowardice and unwillingness to move she still has him as the second in command and wants him to work together with her to manage the Old Faith and, once the game happens, deal with the Lamb.
But dealing with trauma isn't as easy as just giving the victim a "push" to try to make them get over it. Heket is tragically unaware that if anything, her trying to force Kallamar out of his comfort zone might actually be making things worse, making him recede deeper and deeper into his anxieties, failures, and resentment.
Just look at how doting Heket always is towards Shamura. Even after all that's happened (even after everything was Shamura's fault it was their fault all their fault everyone is like this now), Heket looks up to Shamura the most, follows along everything they say, tries to do what she thinks will make Shamura proud. Even when Shamura hasn't even tried to hide that Narinder the traitor is and always will be their favorite!! How could Heket still care about Shamura? How come she's never showed any of that concern for him? Why does he have to be strong and tough it out all the time just because he's the elder and "only" lost his ears?
Kallamar resents Shamura, potentially even sincerely hates them because of everything. But Heket? Heket hurt Kallamar in a way she doesn't even realize. Really, they hurt each other. Not to the extent Narinder did to all of them, but unlike what Narinder did, these wounds are invisible.
It's tragic what brother and sister have been left to. Heket would never openly call Kallamar a coward or failure like the others, but she's clearly disappointed in her senior falling apart when everyone needed him most. Kallamar cares enough to still be by her side whenever she asks, but resents her for always pushing him around, and for the favoritism she shows towards Shamura despite all that he's done never openly being acknowledged. On the one hand, he's ready to criticize her leadership abilities behind her back (such as when chatting with the Lamb). On the other, once his little sister is dead (SHAMURA'S FAULT ALL THEIR FAULT AGAIN) he's immediately ready to disown and sell out Shamura. Some might say it's all to save his own skin because he knows he's next, but what if it's also because without his little siblings he doesn't have any reason to serve the Old Faith anymore?
But maybe... now that their responsibilities are gone, things can get better. Who knows, maybe one day they'll actually be able to communicate. Kallamar still holds a lot of resentment, and Heket is definitely not acclimating to the Cult well and seems to have just become a bitter, angry person to everyone around her now that she's been reduced to a mortal, but now that he's much more like his past self, I can see him trying to dote on his little siblings again. His relationship with Shamura and Narinder are probably damaged beyond ever even considering repair, but Heket? She'll always be the little frog he had to take care of while Shamura was busy playing favorites.
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Ok so its very talked about how, when the yj girls eat jackie, jackie is jesus and the girls are the disciples and coach ben is judas. And while this is brilliant, (brilliant also at expressing the homosexuality of the act), I think there might be a better biblical story to draw parrallels to.
OFFICIAL JOSEPH AND THE AMAZING TECHNICOLOUR DREAMCOAT AND YELLOWJACKETS HYPERFIXATION POST.
Yes so:
Joseph is one of the most famous prophets of the bible, primarily interpreting dreams. After having caught the eye of the Pharaoh, joseph interprets his dreams particularly one which had been disturbing him for days, a dream about cows. Seven fat cows had been grazing peacefully for a while, when seven skinny cows came up out of the river and ate them, but disturbingly stayed skinny. I've been thinking about this a lot recently in relation to yj, particularly as this dream was interpreted as prophesising a famine over Egypt. I'll explain my thoughts on this more clearly in another post
Second of all, nat and javi. The choice between killing nat and letting javi die is similar to the choice between killing joseph and selling him into slavery. Ofc the yj and the 12 brothers do this for very different reasons but comforting themselves by choosing a "more merciful" option under the guise of being given a sign is something I find striking between the two situations.
I might be delusional with this one but one of the most shocking things in joseph's story is that its not enough to sell him into slavery, but the brothers dip his special coat, a symbol of his optimism and individuality in blood to prove to his father that he's dead. When javi goes missing, nat does the same thing to prove to travis his brother is dead. Despite nat doing this to help travis cope with what she thinks is javi's death she, like the brothers feels guilty in this deception, which is why she is furious when lottie still says javi is alive. The act of lying about someone's death to a loved one kills even the memory or the hope that person might have left in their wake. This is especially interesting in the light that nat will later let javi die, and the brothers have already sold joseph into a life of misery.
Another parallel; to test if the brothers have changed since their betrayal, joseph doesn't reveal who he is to the brothers after twenty years apart and instead decides to challenge them. After inviting them to feast with him, he plants his golden cup in benjamin's sack. When it is time for the brothers to leave, he stops them, accusing them of theft. When benjamin is caught with the cup, the brothers vouch for him, and joseph decides they've changed and forgives them. And while this ending neatly swerves the catastrophe which would have occurred had the brothers not changed, it also shows some similarities between javi and benjamin which make this especially interesting. They are both the youngest, viewed as the baby of the group and more kind and individualistic than the others. Which makes this part of the biblical story the complete opposite of the corresponding episode of yj as where the girls sacrificed their youngest to eat, the brothers refuse to do this once they have eaten and are satisfied.
Joseph/the wilderness inviting 12 starving people to feast. At a price.
And of course being jacob/the wildernesses favourite and thus being given a special coat to signal status.
"i like ... your pilgrim hat"
ps: yj has been trying to tell me this with misty's musical obsession
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Old Memories
It was a shock of a blue sky, and the wind carried the promise of a sharp frost and sharper winds. With it, England knew that a cold winter was coming soon and cold winters brought famine, a familiar ache in the pit of his belly even though it had not known hunger in a terribly long time. ‘’Chilly, isn’t it?’’ He spoke in a plaintive voice, mundanity pricking the corners of his mouth into a smile that it just about remembered how to do. Scarf drawn tight, England glanced sheepishly at Wales (muttering something about remembering to pack a hat next time they went up to Scotland’s place - and gloves too), his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
‘’Don’t you ever get tired of it, Scotty?’’ Heavens knew that England would - he practically lived beside his radiator these days, and the cold that closed around him was edged with steel; Something wicked this way came, and his heart thudded in his ears. They were in the middle of a valley, cradled on-all sides by hills that seemed - to England - insurmountable, fringed with grey clouds that suddenly felt like bulwarks that bore down upon the three of them with silent prejudice. It was…unfriendly.
Scotland grunted, shrugging as he held up a pair of binoculars to his chest. A bird was flying overhead - a silhouette that belied the promise of being a raptor of some kind, majestic all the way up so high. ‘’There’s no such thing as bad weather though,’’ He jabbed a finger pointedly towards England, heavy brows furrowed as he stared ruefully at his brother’s shabby coat.
‘’Just bad clothing.’’ He scolded, though Scotland’s voice remained light (fraternal even, in-spite of the growing distance between himself and his brother, England). ‘’What on Earth is this-?’’ Polyester; A dreadful material, in Scotland’s opinion, and he turned up his nose in thinly-veiled disgust. ‘’It’s so thin…no wonder the wind’s fucking cutting through you.’’ Scotland scoffed, the corner of his lips twitching into a vague smirk (He certainly wasn’t cold - having dressed appropriately for it).
‘’We’re cold because it is fucking cold.’’ Chimed in Wales, rolling her eyes as she buried her red-knuckled hands into her pockets; Nothing could be felt anymore, not her ears, nose or toes. It was as though piece by piece, the frost was consuming her slowly. ‘’Aren’t you?’’ She asked incredulously, brows knitting in disbelief.
Beside her, England shivered and drew his coat tight around himself - thin-lipped with the cold, Wales casting a sympathetic glance at her youngest brother. ‘’Oh come off it, you’re just bragging.’’ She hissed, head snapping back to Scotland as she prodded him in the side. ‘’Give me your hands-!’’ A grasp, pulling at his gloves. ‘’-You used to get really cold when you were little! Don’t give me that look, Scot-!’’ A scuffle - distracted at the moment, Wales and Scotland scarcely noticed England slowly drifting off to the side.
His eyes turned upward to the horizon, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end; The air crackled with a strange energy (Figures could come pouring down the hillsides; Thick rivers of steel and men, this was a perfect spot for an ambush) and England felt something heavy bearing down upon him. ‘’Guys…’’ Whispered a strained voice, his tongue as thick as lead (as thick as blood, pouring into the grass in ropes - from a gash on near the top of his thigh; He couldn’t run as fast now, couldn’t hope to manoeuvre in-time to avoid the axeblow that was coming soon). ‘’I-’’
England’s eyes snapped to the grass in confusion. ‘’I’m not bleeding, am I?’’
‘’Eh?’’ Scotland gently pushed Wales’ hands away, peering at England bemusedly. Something ragged lingered in his brother’s expression (torn banners, torn hands - Scotland recognised the sight well, and his jawline tensed in patient anticipation for a snap; Teeth bared, defensive - a dog prepared to bite the hand that fed). ‘’No, no…not at all, Eng.’’ He sighed softly, frowning slightly. ‘’You’re fine, lad.’’ He hummed lightly, clearing his throat sheepishly. ‘’There’s nothing there…’’ A twinkle crept into his eyes, Scotland lifting his chin with a wry smirk on his lips.
‘’You’re not weaselling out of this walk so easily, England.’’ The wind howled across the hill-peaks with a playful roar, tousling hair and tugging at hats with an insistence that made Scotland’s eyes shine. Binoculars swinging from side to side, Scotland shoved his hands into his pockets and raised his chin proudly, marching onwards without much regard for whether his family would be able to keep up. ‘’The view will be worth it all,’’ He boasted. ‘’Shift your arse.’’
‘’I’m not trying to-’’ England started furiously, trailing off into a soft growl. ‘’Fuck off, I walk plenty.’’ No-longer did the wind howl ill, but tugged at his scarf and hat with a playful insistence. It sang of levity, a weight risen from England’s weary shoulders as he stomped after Scotland, snarling that he’d reach the top of the crest (and from high up, there was a good vantage-point; They would not be ambushed; They would not be swallowed up by the very Earth itself).
He scowled quietly to himself, huffing and puffing and scoffing that he was perfectly fine with the pace he was managing and that the view couldn’t really be all that grand, the way Scotland was going on and on about it. ‘’You’ve dragged us all the way out here, in the middle of bumfuck no-’’
A sudden pang of dread swallowed his tongue. England swallowed anxiously. They were alone.
Quietly, Wales padded after him - a shadow at his shoulder, England casting an anxious glance towards her (as if begging her to keep quiet, a phone conversation that she wasn’t meant to hear in the first place; A secret that England thought embarrassing, shameful). ‘’You’ll be fine,’’ She breathed softly, patting him on the back lightly, a rare gesture from England’s childhood - back when the trees used to sprawl across the sky.
Before she had tasted steel across her throat. Before she watched England, as she lay dying beneath the trees that sprawled across the sky. ‘’As you say, you’ve walked plenty of times.’’ A conspiratorial smile crept across her lips, across her cheeks as Wales crossed her arms behind her back with a playful hum. ‘’From your armchair to the kitchen.’’
Scotland let out a bark of laughter, as the three of them reached the hill’s summit. Around them, sprawled the scenery - and just as England was winding up a sharp comment of his own, he lifted his binoculars to his eyes. ‘’Guys, belt it-!’’ A silhouette glided effortlessly across the sky, wings cutting a stark shadow against the white clouds. ‘’-It’s an eagle.’’ A rare sight, Scotland couldn’t help feeling mesmerised by it - breathing in slowly and deeply, as if he couldn’t quite appreciate it enough.
England’s sharp voice (indignant, defensive; A bristling thing, like a brambleberry bush - anger flashing like shiny berries in the autumn sun) faded away, petering into an equal appreciative silence. ‘’Doesn’t it look majestic?’’ Scotland sighed, feeling warm. Wales stood beside her brother, looking up towards the sky - eyes squinting in the sun. ‘’It is.’’
Slowly - sulkily, glaring at Wales’ back as she joined Scotland - England joined the two of them at last. He looked slowly around, eyes panning over the vast horizon. It sprawled out before him in a patchwork quilt of fields and forests and rolling hills, jagged mountains rising up in the distance; England was not a man who appreciated nature - or at least, he wasn’t before. There were no enemies hiding on the hills, silvery swords rallying in the howling wind, and England exhaled slowly and lengthily. ‘’I suppose it’s alright.’’ He grunted softly, crossing his arms across his chest as he tried to suppress a chill that crept through him (only the cold this time, only the cold).
England leaned back towards the open sky, trembling as he slowly closed his eyes against the warmth of the wintry sun. ‘’...Peaceful out there. No trouble, yeah?’’ England mumbled, as if trying to convince himself that there was nothing out there, not anymore. Just him, and his siblings surrounded by miles, upon miles of hills - and they were all getting along.
Just like the old times.
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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 17
Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?
Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut
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Chapter's Note: Family bonding time! We get to know your brother and meet someone we didn’t expect. Beta by @zaria-04
Happy Chr’ms! It’s Chrismin! Merry Crisis and Merry Chrysler!
Chapter 17: A gathering of witches
A lunar convergence is a rare and festive event and you dress accordingly. There are several layers: a pretty linen dress, one of your favorite, hugging all the right spots of your body. Over it there is a bodice, something that unfortunately is not in fashion right now, if you would step out on the street with it. At the same time, it makes a really good figure. Last but not least, you put a fur overcoat around your shoulders, because the night will get cold.
Your outfit represents who you are, your status as a witch. You put on several rings, all filled with magic. Today you don't plan to use them, just wear them because you like them. In your hair you have coiffed a single feather of a kite. It is the symbol of your family. Traditionally, everyone wears a badge that indicates their bloodline.
You take a look in your mirror and are pleased with what you see.
It is time to leave. You step through the portal door and arrive at your sister's house in the hallway. You hear her and your brother's voices in the living room and you enter.
"You've never been on time before, Gabe," you grin broadly to the young-looking man, who looks up and chuckles at your words.
"Times change."
You hug them both in greeting. You haven't seen your brother in ages.
He is tall and slender, almost lanky, and has orange hair. His father was Irish and you can see Gabriel's ancestry.
Appropriately, and for today's occasion, he wears a kilt and matching high socks. His shirt reveals his chest, over which hang several necklaces with feathers, wooden beads and bones. The left sleeve of his shirt is sewn shut just below the shoulder due to a missing arm. His hair was shoulder length the last time you saw him, but now it is cut. A little longer on top, a little shorter on the sides, and coiffed in a modern style.
Gabriel is the youngest out of the three of you, born in the first half of the 19th century, just before there was a great famine in Ireland that nearly halved the country's population.
There's a bigger gap in age between you and your sister. Maybe that's why she likes to take on the caring role of big sister so much.
"I heard you moved to another continent," he says, turning to you.
"Just professionally," you relent.
"Oh, I've heard a lot about that profession," he grins at you.
You roll your eyes. News travels fast between you siblings. Elizabeth, in particular, likes to take it upon herself to keep you all up. She's wearing a similar outfit to yours, but traditionally high-necked while your dress is lower-cut, and instead of a fur, she's reaching for an embroidered mantle.
"That reminds me, I have something for you," Gabriel says, reaching into his pocket from which he pulls a small vial that he hands to you. It seems filled with water and something shimmery in it as you hold it up to the light.
"What's this?"
"A mermaid scale."
"No way!" you exclaim. "How did you get that?!"
The brother grins self-righteously. "I helped some of them escape and got gifts in return," he explains. You just shake your head at that. He always has adventurous stories to tell.
"Did you get a kiss? Nah, you wouldn't tell me anyway. But thanks for the scale." You smile beamingly at him and stow the vial in your pocket. Components of mermaids were really hard to get because they are shy and also stubborn creatures. And as pretty as they are, they are equally dangerous.
"Shall we?" asks Elizabeth and you nod, following her to her workroom. On the way, your brother leans toward you.
"Unfortunately, I did not," he whispers to you. "Maybe next time."
You chuckle as he winks at you.
A ritual circle is painted on the floor in Elizabeth's study and you step in it. The three of you join hands and after exchanging one last glance, you all begin to recite the same spell.
Under your words, the circle begins to glow. A breeze comes up, the smell of freshly cut grass is in the air. For a moment your vision is obscured by mist, then it clears and you are suddenly standing in nature.
It is a wide field at the foot of a hill. A well-trodden path leads up. People keep appearing around you, alone or in small groups. They are all magically gifted, most of them some kind of witches, but not exclusively. Only some are from Earth, many from other realms.
You start walking uphill.
The higher you get, the more plants grow around you until they condense into a small forest. You come to an open gate that almost looks like a circular piece of wall. Over time, moss and fern have settled on it, giving it something fairy-like. Like a gate to another world.
Behind it, the path changes to wide, stone steps that lead you further up the forest until it suddenly ends and you reach a large meadow. It is the top of the mountain, a sacred place.
Some larger rocks stick out of the grass. In the center of the place, five roughly hewed obelisks stand in a circle and the ground there is not grass but rough stone.
You are familiar with this place. The convergence happens once every one hundred years and it is already your third festival.
Your siblings and you make a circuit of the meadow, nodding every now and then to greet familiar faces.
Finally, you find what you are looking for: your mother, standing with some women and talking.
You walk toward her, and although she has her back to you, she turns to face you and comes a little toward you.
"Hello, children," she greets you kindly, but not warmly. She grabs each of you in turn by the hands and kisses you on the cheek. First Elizabeth, then you, then Gabriel.
It's the first time you've seen her in years - mostly she stays out of your lifes - and you notice she looks older. The small wrinkles around her mouth and eyes are evidence of that, and it's getting harder to guess her former hair color under the gray. For a witch to have such signs of aging, she must have reached a significant age - or gotten involved with the wrong spells.
"I'm glad you're all here. It's going to be a lovely evening."
If she says that, it must be true, because she's a seer. That's one of the reasons you don't talk to her much. There's not much to tell her that she doesn't know anyway. For today, though, her words are a good prediction.
"I'll see you later," Gabriel says. "I have a date."
That's the cue for you to split up. Before you can leave, too, though, your mother stops you. "Ah, before I forget, there's someone I want you to meet."
"Sure," you say, a little surprised, and follow her to the women you were standing with earlier. She waves to one of them, who then joins you.
You've never seen her before. She looks friendly with a certain warmth. She wears a flower crown on her upswept blonde hair, and her elegant dress is an indicator that she must be a person of respect. Her gaze moves from your mother to you and she eyes you curiously, almost scrutinizing. Then she smiles. "Now I understand why you suggested inviting my son," she says to your mother, then turns back to you, "Come, child, let's take a walk."
With each of her words, you become more and more confused and merely nod. You're used to your mother speaking in riddles and this woman here seems to be expressing herself similarly. You're curious to hear what she has to say.
"I've heard a lot about you," she begins.
"I wasn't aware that my mother talked much about her children," you admit, but the woman shakes her head.
"It wasn't her, but my son who told me about you."
Astonished, you look at her. "I don't think I understand. Who is your son?"
"I should introduce myself first," she realizes. "I am Frigga, mother of Loki and Thor."
You stop as if rooted to the spot and your eyes widen in surprise. Your first thought is that the Queen of Asgard is standing before you. With your second thought, you wonder why your mother knows her. You blink as you realize you are staring at her and quickly avert your gaze so as not to be rude. "Forgive me, I did not expect to meet you here, your Majesty."
She seems amused by your behavior, but nods in satisfaction at the courtesy. "Call me Frigga, child. We are not in the palace and I am not here as queen." She starts moving again and you follow her. "You probably don't realize it, but Loki and I have kept correspondence ever since he went to Midgard. My younger son prefers to keep to himself, but he mentioned a Witchling he met. And from what I've heard from other places as well, you seem to be very supportive of him."
You smile at the mention of Loki's nickname for you. You really weren't aware that he was writing to his mother and it touches your heart that he told her about you. "I'm merely a friend," you say.
"That's the best thing he can ask for," the queen replies. There is a short pause in which you process what you have just heard and she looks at you from the side. Then she addresses her next question carefully to you. "Did you two fight?"
Questioning how she knows about that, you turn your head to her.
"When I finally saw him again and talked to him, I was surprised to find him in a bad mood. I thought he was doing well and that his time on Midgard had done him good. But he seems almost heartbroken. He doesn't talk about it and I wonder if you know anything about it."
You sigh as you remember your argument with Loki and nod a little ashamedly. You should have talked to him before you left.
"This is my fault," you tell her, "I made… Well, it's not exactly a mistake. I had some things to sort out and I took too long for it. Loki heard words out of their context. I guess it's a big misunderstanding."
Frigga nods in understanding. "My son has a brilliant mind, but sometimes he acts and judges hastily."
"I am sorry to have caused you concern. I will talk to him as soon as I get back and explain everything to him."
"Why wait so long?" Frigga asks, standing still. You stop as well, puzzled by her words. Does she expect you to return to New York immediately? Well, you can't contradict a queen. But you notice that she's not looking at you, and as you follow her gaze, you spot Loki sitting under a tree in the distance.
It seems like today is full of surprises.
"I'll let you two to it. You seem to have a lot to talk about."
You watch her turn around and leave. Then you look back at the prince. You hesitate, not knowing what to do while being so suddenly confronted with the consequences of your behavior. But Loki has already spotted you and his mother and stands up.
Slowly you approach him.
His expression is unreadable, but you are sure that inside him is the same chaos of emotions as in you.
Like his mother, he wears fine Asgardian clothing that looks distinguished and noble. No armor, it seems more appropriate for a ball or similar event. His hair is neatly coiffed back, some strands even braided. He wears a similar flower crown as his mother on his head. You wonder if it is the sign of their family. It seems almost too plain for a royal family. You also wonder if he made it himself.
"What are you doing here on Vanaheim, Witchling?" he asks you. His tone is neutral, almost bored. But he can't fool you.
"The same as you obviously. Listen, I wanted to apologize about our fight." You mean your words sincerely, and you hope he senses that. "I didn't seduce you for the job, to make you hand-tame and keep you under control. Tony doesn't know what he's talking about, you have to believe me."
Loki's expression remains unmoved and he crosses his arms. "You said it was a mistake."
You're confused for a moment and have to think about your conversation, but then you remember how you stormed out of his suite. "Oh shit, I did!" it escapes you, "No, let me explain. I didn't mean the thing with..." You gesture between you, not knowing how to name it. "I meant the fact that I got paid to work with you. I don't want you to think that I manipulated you. That money is the only reason I'm standing by your side."
"It's not?" asks Loki.
You nod. "I quit."
"Is that why you didn't show up yesterday?" Loki's voice changes to an angry hiss. "You disappeared without another word?"
Horrified, you stare at him. "What, no! Oh boy, we have so much we need to talk about." You take a deep breath to get your thoughts in order. "First of all, I took a few days off because of my work at the Cottage and the Lunar Convergence. I wanted to tell you, but then we were already arguing. Theoretically, you could have heard it when I was talking to Tony, because obviously you overheard that conversation." You look at him, but he doesn't look as if he's embarrassed by that accusation. Rather like he's waiting for the rest of your explanation. "I quit, but I want to continue my work with you. Only without being paid. Just as a friend. Shall we sit down somewhere, perhaps?" you suggest, but Loki does not respond to that question. At least your words seem to calm him down a bit.
"I don't understand," he says, turning away, looking at the forest. "Don't you Midgardians need a job and money in order to survive?"
"I'm not your average Midgardian," you remind him, trying to keep your patience with him. "I'm a witch and I've survived for almost three hundred years, so I think I will manage."
Loki tilts his head, closing his eyes. "So, you are staying as a friend?" he asks again, emphasizing the last word comically.
"Yes, Loki, a friend," you nod. "Don't you have this concept on Asgard?"
"We do."
"Excellent. Then you know how it works."
Loki turns his head back to you, hesitating briefly with what he says next. "What if I don't want to be friends with you?"
Your face falls and your shoulders slump. "I… would understand it. Friendship needs trust. But it would make me sad." Somehow you're not already giving up on him just yet. He has a hard time opening up to people, and pulls back much faster. But your time together must mean something. Now it's you looking longingly toward the forest. There's something reassuring about the old trees. "I like you, Loki."
The Asgardian steps closer to you, puts his fingers on your cheek and turns your head to look at him. "I thought we were already more than friends," he murmurs. "Unless it was just a game for you after all."
You give a soft ’oh’ as you understand. "We can be… friends and more. Why not both?" You are mumbling, almost rambling. Fortunately, Loki interrupts you with a kiss. It's only brief, but it's enough to make you fall silent.
"I'd like that," he murmurs, kissing you again, more desperately this time. As if he's afraid you're about to disappear after all.
"Great, me too." This time it's you who briefly interrupts the kiss, but your lips are immediately back on his. You are smiling.
So are the two women standing on the other side of the field, watching you from afar. Satisfied with the outcome of the night, your mothers exchange a look.
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Hello! Not a request, just a genuine question because I’m obsessed with the Lost Boys head cannons you’ve come up with, especially about the ones where Marko’s Italian and David is from the south. Quick question: what order do you think the boys were turned? Like who’s the “oldest” and who’s the “youngest” out of David, Dwayne, Marko, and Paul? I’d be down if this turned into head cannons but I’m also just hella curious what you think their order is cuz you’ve got such a cool grasp on these characters:)
Well first, thank you so much! ☺️ I'm glad you're enjoying the headcanons!
I definitely went into more detail than I originally meant to but 🤣
David, Dwayne, Marko, Paul.
Age wise it really varies on what people wanna age them as, I've seen people write them as all 18, sometimes Dwayne is 21, David is 20, Paul is 18, and Marko is 17. I've even seen people use what the actor's ages were at the time of the film coming out (Making Dwayne 25, Paul 24, Marko 22, and David actually the youngest at 21)
But as far as who is the "oldest" and "youngest", turning wise. I would place David as the oldest and Paul as the youngest.
I think Max met David first (as I mentioned in my David headcanons) and turned him.
Then I think in his travels David met Dwayne and Dwayne's tribe. I kinda headcanon that Dwayne wanted to adventure out and explore the world but also felt a strong responsibility to his tribe, and to a woman who he was in love with and wished to marry, but when she married another man in the tribe he started listening to David's offer a bit more, ultimately accepting and allowing Max to turn him.
Upon their adventuring even more I think they happened upon Marko who was a newly arrived Italian immigrant in the 1950s when most came from the southern regions of Italy, driven to the USA by famine, unemployment, natural disasters, and even discrimination from their own. I headcanon that Marko came from a very large family, like, very large, and being one (if not the) oldest, he went out to find "work" I say work this way because Marko has always been quick on his feet and very sneaky, which means he was excellent at pickpocketing. It was during one of these sessions in town at night that he pickpocketed David, who quickly got his wallet back from the Italian boy, who then proceeded to cuss him out in Italian and try to fight him. David liked his spunk, it honestly reminded him of one of his little brothers. But he soon realized that the boy didn't speak a lick of English, but luckily could understand it. I haven't thought of just how David persuaded Marko to become a vampire but the boy happily agreed, when I said he came from a large family I wasn't joking, like his family wouldn't worry too much if there was one less mouth to feed because of how bad off they were, but they would miss him and hope he was doing ok. But even after he was turned, Marko would sneak back to his house at night and leave money in places he knew his family would find it, he did that for years. I headcanon that David and Dwayne both helped Marko learn English from there on out, and in return Marko stole things for them even if they didn't ask him too, it was his way of saying thank you.
Paul is definitely the youngest of the group. A lot of people headcanon that Paul was turned in the 60s and honestly, I can see that. I headcanon that Paul came from a very strict, prominent member of their town type of family. Like Dad had a high paying job, mom was a perfect house wife, everyone went to church on Sunday, that sort of family. And of course, their only son Paul was to follow that role as well. (Like picture 1950's town where the houses look the same, white picket fence, maybe a flamingo in the yard. And there is little Paulie. Khaki pants, button up shirt, sweater vest, maybe his blonde hair is kept short and slicked back..the typical rich good kid look) and he was ok with it, though it sucked when his parents would tell him to calm down or stop fidgeting, like, he couldn't help it, his body told him to move...No one knew he had ADHD. Fast forward to the 60s. Little Paulie is getting older, discovering himself and realizing, holy shit the world is fuckin bitchin! At least certain people were lol. He jumped in headfirst to the hippie scene, no floaties or anything, just cannonball. Peace, free love, and these funny little cigarette looking things that for once make his brain stop going a mile a minute? Sign him up! It was during one of these late night festivals that he bumped into Marko (who had been scoping out the place for an easy victim). He instantly thought the little Italian boy was awesome. He invited him to chill and smoke, and in their smoke session he found that the boy was really awesome, and that their energies just vibed well. It was Marko who asked Paul if he wanted to change, to which Paul happily agreed to, a life of doing whatever you wanted? Sign him up! Though I do headcanon that Paul stayed a half vampire the longest, after he was changed he didn't know if he could go through with the killing part, and it honestly messed with him a lot to even think about it. He took a bit, even distanced himself from Marko and the boys for a couple of weeks before he just couldn't stand it anymore and came back, and that night he made his first kill.
Like I said, I went a bit more detailed than I originally planned but sometimes when I start writing for them, stories just play out in my head lol. But I hope this answered your question ☺️
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ויכר יוסף
Do you recognize your brother after his coat has been stripped from his back? Beaten bloody, voice hoarse from the famine and drought?
And he, prophet of dreams, finally freed from the prison cell and you, armed and dangerous to anyone unmarked? Everywhere you see your enemy?
And Benjamin cannot see his mother in his brother’s eyes
You in your wrath and destruction, you in your hand of God, plague three, plague five, plague nine, plague ten
You in your anger against your brother. You and the lamb you slaughtered for blood.
You in your angel of death, ignoring the doorpost.
Shattering the doorframe to dust.
ויכר יוסף את אחיו והם לא הכירהו
ויחר אפיך נגד אחיך
הריסות ריק ואין בו מים
מאיפו הדם על ידך?
לא נותרו סנה לשרוף
גם אם כל העיר בוער
ואתה, מלאך המוות לכל
בן הבכור והקטן
שפוך חמתך על כל הבנים אשר לא תדעו שלומך
מאיפו הדם על המזוזה?
And Joseph recognized his brothers but they did not recognize him
And your wrath was kindled against your brother
The wreckage is empty, there is no water
Whose is the blood on your hands?
There are no bushes left to burn
Even if the whole city is alight
And you, Angel of Death to every eldest son
And also to the youngest
Pour out your wrath on the children who will never know your peace
Whose is the blood on the doorframe?
@glassheartedboy
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Kevin:
He's in two episodes but I'm obsessed with him. He's canonically Irish for literally no reason. He's a terrible singer and loves ice cream. He experienced a genocide and a famine as a child. He's a shitty younger brother.
Griffin:
He's the youngest of the team. He's the smart one. He's an athlete. He's a swordsman. He's a baby.
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||°~ "What's the use of feeling?" ~°||
Why would you want to be here?
What do you ever see here?
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Heket, bishop and god of famine, had approached Shamura in their cave, it had been a few years since the rebellion of Narinder, Heket saw your efforts to try and lighten up the family's sadness but now she needed to help you out in getting some sense into Shamura's splitten head.
"Shamura, it had almost been a decade since you've some out of your cave. your cult's needs are practically met by our youngest and by your witness officers! you cannot keep up with staying here and moping around" Heket harshly scolded her eldest, her hands slowly turning into fists at the sight as she coughed out. her voice was hoarse and raspy and her throat had been disturbing her for so long
it had been going on like this for so long, Heket felt awful letting you work Shamura's own cult, for great one's sakes! it had happened a long time ago!
_
that doesn't make you feel worse than you do?
And tell me,
what's the use of feeling...blue?
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Shamura sighed, they had their bandages recently changed and it did nothing to make their headaches feel any better than before. they stood up and turned to Heket, being reminded of the fact that Narinder is gone makes their heart ache, and even the reminder from Heket that you were trying so hard to keep everyone's needs met above your own makes them feel worse.
"I'm afraid I'm still processing in grief...It felt like as if it were yesterday we sealed him away, hearing the begging of our youngest every night is so...over-bearing..so heart-wrenching...and to kill their own creations in front of their own eyes does not make my heart ache no better than before..." Shamura uttered out painfully, with guilt pouring all over their words.
Heket looked at her eldest, feeling a pang in her heart, yes she feels bad for putting salt on the already infected wound of her eldest but she had to confront them sooner or later.
Otherwise, all of your efforts would be pointless at this path.
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Why would you want to employ them?
his subjects that destroyed him?
_
Heket would stare at her eldest pace back and forth, trying their best to foresee a vision that would be of use to them but none, they see a black void with a small flicker of light in embers. Shamura silently groaned and sat down upon their throne in the cave.
Heket approached her eldest, in hopes of trying to comfort them.
_
Why keep up his silly cult?
Oh, tell me!
what's the use of feeling, blue?
_
Now Heket was here, comforting their eldest once more like those millions ago. she is usually the one that tries her best to put courage into her brothers and eldest since the youngest was still far busy taking care of now, literally, everyone's own groups since they were all far to busy to prepare the battle of the now resurrected lamb.
Everyone assumed it had to be Narinder that brought the lamb back to life, they all say it couldn't be anyone else other than him to do so.
I mean, Heket believes them too, who else knows how to reverse death other than him?
.
.
.
.
.
Now, with (B/N) and the lamb, they had been searching for a good place to try and set up the cult under your name. upon their stroll, the lamb would ask questions like what do they usual put up as rules or laws that the cult should follow under and what to do with dissenters.
You always answer the lamb with a warm smile on their face, explaining in a clear matter that they could understand and learn quickly from, though since this is still their first time they're still quite nervous to do anything.
their little stroll stops upon the lamb noticing a little shack covered by grass, the chimney wiffs out thick clouds of smoke which meant someone was still in the shack.
Lambert rests their staff down, being high on guard. both of you glanced up at each other before nodding, deciding to knock on the door.
The lamb walked towards the door and knocked, after a moment of silence, a rat opened it slightly, only showing his eye and looked at them with caution but upon seeing Lambert and the staff, the rat's expression changed and opened the door fully with a smile.
"ah, so I see the prophecy had finally come true! greetings, lamb, I am Ratau, the previous vesself of "The One Who Waits"! don't mind my shack, I've just been cooking up some fish, finished cookin' em actually" the rat, namely Ratau, exclaimed before coming out and closing the door.
You eyed him closely, he seems to have a stick with a leaf at the end for a staff and he had a paper crown with a red cross on his head. you now sort of believe he could be a previous vessel of your elder brother but you couldn't trust that just yet. so you decided to test him.
"now, if you really are his previous vessel, then you can lead us to "The One Who Waits", yes?" you questioned, raising your brow at him. Ratau notices your presence and becomes shocked, an actual bishop was here! and was questioning his truth too!
now, Ratau can sense why, you are a bishop of The Old Faith after all, why wouldn't you dare question one who is below a god as mighty as you?
So, Ratau nodded, bowing to your presence and closing his eyes.
"I can take you both to him safely with this ritual I still somehow remember, come! let us get to the temple grounds immediately!" Ratau shouts before walking onwards to a place.
The lamb was in shock as they looked at you in disbelief, they opened their mouth, "what the heck!? I thought we were going to start a cult under your name!?" Lambert confronts before you raised your hand to silence him a bit.
"I want to know if this man is really the previous vessel of my elder brother...I do not take kindly to those who make falsehoods of my older siblings." you firmly say before walking forward, following Ratau.
Lambert was still in shock but hearing you say something with firminity made their spin shivered a bit but it also made their heart flutter in admiration for you. they glanced up at the two of you and briskly walked to catch up.
"wait up!"
_
Oh, yes! of course we still love him...
And we're always thinking of him...
Don't you know I miss him, too?
_
As Ratau stabbed the knife into the lamb, the lamb fell into darkness as their eyes closed. You were still quite surprised this 'previous vessel' knew this ritual but you can tell unless Lambert came back.
Ratau looked up at you, your figure standing ever so charmingly with patience, he cleared his thought and tried to strike up a conversation as to not make the situation awkward.
"so uh...wanna play a game of knucklebones?"
Lambert, on the other hand, was summoned to a place. a place filled with cold and fog, they saw the staff beside them and grabbed it before standing up and walking forward. slowly, chains started to appear and then...him...
The One Who Waits.
The Bishop that caused his kind to fall because of a silly story called a 'prophecy', Lambert wasn't going to lie, seeing him in person was extremely scary, especially since they see the presence of his attendees as well..
The One Who Waits looked down on him, not noticing the staff, he smiled wickedly before opening his mouth to speak.
"Come closer. Fear not, for though you are already dead, I still have need of you. Those foolish Bishops thought they could keep you from me in death, but instead they sent you straight to m-" he was abruptly cut off by the lamb shaking his head and slightly stabbing the staff upon the cold, icy floors of the realm.
"I'm sorry, but I have been sent to someone else that has returned my life, I was sent here to tell you a message." The Lamb said, The One Who Waits was caught off guard but let it slide as he had not seen a mortal cut him off before.
one of his attendees stood up, readying his weapon, "How dare thou speak against the lord of death himself!? why I oughtta-" he was then silenced as The One Who Waits took a closer look at the staff.
"...It cannot be...the jade staff...where...Where have you gotten this item?" The One Who Waits questioned the lamb, his anger rising up as his realization hits his mind like a spell had been shot at him.
"this? oh, this is given to me by the god of lif-"
"THEY WOULD NEVER GIVE AWAY SUCH PRECIOUS ITEM!! LIES! LIES I HEAR FROM YOU! HOW DARE YOU HOLD THE GIFT GIVEN TO THE GOD OF LIFE!? YOU THINK OF ME A FOOL TO BELIEVE YOUR FALSEHOODS!?!?" he roared with anger, in great denial that you had given the staff to the Lamb, for it was his gift to you when you were younger, so seeing this gift in someone else's hands made him think that it had been stolen away from you as you were far too kind as to let anyone borrow things from you for their own selfish needs.
Lambert jumped back a little, frozen in shock, silently they prayed for your voice to come out and like as if you heard their prayers, the jade slowly levitated, flying higher and higher than that of the Lamb. it stopped once it was in front of his eyes.
"My elder...it is I, your youngest" your soft voice spoke through the jade. his ears couldn't believe it, you were still here and you were talking to him!! but...but why would you..?
"I have given the staff to the lamb as I am their guidance to building a cult under my name, I have a plan to help you escape the exiles but it will need time and power to do so..please, reverse the death of the lamb and give them the power of your crown, lend them the ability to be your vessel so that we may build a cult under your name and give you power as well." you softly pleaded to your elder brother. not noticing the tears that fell from his eyes and his purring vibrating from his chest.
He lets the jade glide over the top of his hands, his smile becoming warm and soft as his tears fall.
"My young...it's been so long..I thought the lamb had stolen this gift I gave from you like many had tried to...I am ever so glad to hear the warmth of your voice again, my young..I miss you." he tells you, his heart becoming warm and beating once more, you can feel your own heart melting at his words.
Lambert stood there, smiling at the warm sight, they glanced up at the two attendees and it seems they also softly smiled at the scene that had unfold between the two now somewhat reunited siblings.
_
But, tell me...
What's the use of feeling...
What's the use of feeling...
_
A bright light flashed before your and Ratau's eyes, the lamb has been brought back to life and with your elder brother's crown on the top of their head. The singular eye looked around before noticing you, it seemed to 'smile' and got a life of it's own as it jumped off of the Lamb's head and jumped into your hands. You could only chuckle and smile as you slightly pat the top of the crown.
"it's nice to see you too, my brother.." you quietly muttered out.
Ratau was confused at the sight and approached beside Lambert, "so..what's with them?".
Lambert just smiled and gave a friendly pat to his back, "a small family reunion is what's with them"
_
What's the use of feeling...
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some of the ideas here were inspired by @GalarxStar on wattpad! thanks to them for giving me the idea! you better give their bishops x reader book a read, it's fantastic and keeps me simping for Shamura a little bit ^^;;
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at the time of this blog,
shamura is sort of everyones rock. theyre the oldest, they know the most, they seem to always know what to say. theyre often busy and i feel the others would be concious of it, not wanting to bother them. i feel shamura is quiet and would love for their siblings to bother them about more things but they dont know how to go about asking or letting them know that they would like to spend more casual time with their siblings. theyre not good at expressing themselves or their own needs, but they are fiercely protective of their siblings and their needs and feel like they have to always be emotionally available to help out, but again, their siblings are worried about interrupting them when theyre busy
narinder is the cool older brother, not entirely mature, but someone who has live longer than you and knows everything thats fun/not fun. often likes to tease his younger siblings, especially leshy and kallamar. hes got a lot of spunk and energy and often messes around w his younger siblings to take it out. he doesnt always understand boundries until he crosses them, then he is very apologetic and feels a lot of guilt about it. similar to shamura, hes not good at expressing himself, but its moreso he doesn't have the proper words to describe what he's feeling, rather than an inability to bring up what he's feeling at all. he looks up to shamura, he often bickers w heket but they laugh it off immediately, he tries to coax kallamar out of his shell, he keeps leshy entertained. hes a bit frustrated that nobody seems to tell him anything when it matters, especially shamura
heket sort of picks up where narinder is lacking in the older sibling department, making herself the responsible one in shamura's presumed absence. she is stubborn and she's the one to keep the others (narinder included) from doing something stupid that could get them hurt (or in the case of shamura, remind them to take care of themselves, too). the responsibility feels heavy on her shoulders, but she keeps it up because she feels like this is what she has to do often. she has a lot of parties and festivals to try and ease things up for herself, but after theyre over, its right back to being strict. her brothers have a lot of fun, she feels, and part of her wants to have fun with them, but she worries they'll get into something disasterous if she lets her guard down and she doesnt want that to happen
kallamar is shy but passionate. he takes a bit of encouragement to get started talking but once he's talking he doesnt stop. he loves talking about his collections and cool stuff he finds and random facts about the ocean to his siblings. in turn he is a good listener when it comes to their interests, asking questions and engaging with them, even if he doesn't entirely understand what is going on. but he is riddled with anxiety. he overthinks often, worries his followers are talking bad about him behind his back, his power will not be strong enough, he wont be able to live up to his siblings, and if he is not good enough, does that mean he will die? he's silent about these fears, not wanting to bring the others' moods down and feel like an even further burden on them, but its just a glass bottle waiting to explode
leshy is very active, probably even more than narinder. what he does is completely at the whims of his ever-changing mind, he may relax in the dirt for a while or go on a rampage in a nearby village, he's very impulsive. he likes to cause a bit of "harmless" (to his siblings. mortals may not get the same treatment) chaos with pranks or sudden humorous remarks. hes just a lot of fun to be around. as the youngest, hes the furthest away from figuring himself out, and hes a bit insecure about it. everyone else has solid domains-- war, death, famine, pestilence. what chaos means isnt as clear. yes it has a definition, but that can represent itself in so many different ways. hes not keen on asking, because he feels, like the rest of his siblings, he should figure it out for himself. they would help him... if they knew he was struggling
tl;dr. lots of miscommunication in these bitches and its not gonna end well for them
#note from the sky#headcanons#not an ask#|| i had this whole thing saved for a while#i hope it is an interesting read and makes my portrayals of them clearer!#if youre in the discord youve already seen this hahahaha
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can you share more of your hcs about steve's parents?
oh, i would love to!
you are not prepared for the amount of thought i have put into steve’s non-existent parents lmao
(just for the sake of not having to type it out, steve’s dad will be mr h, his mum will be mrs h.)
so first, i know everyone loves when all the parents were in school together, but I think that the harrington’s are older. like, mr h was in his early 30s and mrs h was late 20s when they had steve.
i also think that mr h was originally from hawkins, but not mrs h, and i think he moved away to grow his families business. so at most the other parents would’ve known the harrington name, but mr h was like a decade older than them.
i think mr h has a brother, that lives in new york or something. he’s younger, but he also had kids younger, so steve’s the youngest cousin in the family. (i just love the idea of steve only having older cousins, then suddenly he’s surrounded by little brothers and sisters.)
now i love italian mrs h, but i also love jewish mrs h (it is tragic there aren’t more fics of that hc). with jewish mrs h, i think her family came to america in the second world war. with italian mrs h, i think she moved to america in the early 1960s. either way, i think she wanted to be a model, which is how she met mr h. and they fell wildly in love. my mrs h family hc’s are super different depending on her being italian/jewish, so i won’t get into that rn.
now, mr h. the name harrington is an irish last name, but mr h never lived in ireland or anything. that being said. i think mr h uses the irish famine against steve, like, he talks about it like he lived through it whenever steve misbehaves. until steve was 13, he wholeheartedly believed the famine happened in like, 1960. just a boy being gaslit by his father.
i think that mrs h suffered with post partum depression, but she was expected to be the perfect wife, and kind of shoved it all down, and as such ended up not being the most attentive when steve was younger, which is how he ended up falling down the stairs as a baby.
mrs h always wanted more kids. but then she struggled after steve was born, and mr h only wanted one. so they only ever had steve. and she’s just a little bit resentful because she really wanted a daughter.
steve is the one that discovered his father cheating, when he was around 6/7. mr h tried to get him to lie about it, called it a ‘guy secret’ but as steve was a huge mommy’s boy, he immediately told his mother. mrs h wanted to get them out of whatever city they lived in, and moved them back to hawkins, mr h’s hometown. she figured that he wouldn’t be able to get up to as much trouble there. but he still had to travel for work, and would cheat when he was in the city. eventually mrs h caught on, and started following him on his trips.
mrs h is like, a ‘boy mom’ and has a weird emotional incest relationship with steve.
like, i think she’s told steve all about the affairs and would emotionally dump on him. like, you see in a lot of relationships with cheating, the child is kinda expected to step up as the ‘husband figure’ and be someone the mother can emotionally rely on. and i think that happened with steve and mrs h. like, she told him all about the cheating, and details of her bad relationship with mr h that steve really shouldn’t know.
oh! i think mrs h goes a little crazy when mr h cheats (which is why steve reacted the way he did in s1. like mother like son). like, when it first happened, she chucked all his shit outside and smashed his favourite watch, and i think she would rile steve up too. you know, get him involved, and make him as hurt and angry as she is. but obviously mr h gives her flowers and it’s all forgiven. steve, however, isn’t as easily won over, and i think that was the beginning of steve’s terrible relationship with his dad.
i think mr h and steve were pretty close when steve was young, and mr h got him into sports and everything, but then steve told his mum about the cheating, and i think mr h held that against steve, and then steve started resenting mr h for cheating in the first place, and it just really soured the relationship.
i think the relationships between all the harrington’s are just kinda eroded. like, they do all love each other, just not in a good way, and they aren’t great at showing it.
like, i think the harrington’s are worried when steve just turns up covered in bruises, but instead of caring for him, they just kinda yell at him about it.
anyway!! i have loads more, but i don’t want to go into too much detail, i figure this is enough for now lmao.
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