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Frater Familias

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Summary: Churchill lies, Singapore falls, an empire abandons his children in a sea of wolves. When their brother finds out, there will be hell to pay.In early 1942, Alfred Jones travels across the globe to save his baby brother and sister from the betrayal of their father. When Arthur Kirkland returns at long last, his eldest is waiting for him, ready to spill blood.

Warnings: Language, mentions of death and bodily injury.

Author’s Note: I kept things very vague to make it easier for myself, but this takes place not too long after the Battle of Coral Sea in May 1942.

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Alfred Jones hadn't wanted to kill his father this badly since 1781. Come to think of it, Alfred wasn't sure he'd ever wanted to kill his father as much as he did now.

Sure, he hadn't been pleased that President Roosevelt acquiesced to Britain's insistence on a Germany-first strategy. The scar of Pearl Harbor was still fresh and livid, and he was spoiling for a chance to hunt Kiko down personally. Even so, he'd kept his mouth diplomatically shut and had taken heart when Churchill assured him that British forces in the pacific would hold, that the ANZACs would have plenty of reinforcements to hold allied territories there.

That, as it turned out, had been a massive lie. Gargantuan. Colossal. Titanic, in fact. His father might as well have designed the ship himself, stuck his two youngest on board without lifeboats bound straight for an ice field, and stayed cozy in Belfast while Alfred broke his back feeding coal to the Carpathia in a blind, unplanned panic. Churchill fiddled while Singapore fell, and Father fiddled along with him.

"Where is he?" Alfred demanded, ignoring the guard at the entrance who was trying to slow him down."

"I'm sorry?" Asked the startled British soldier stationed at the war room door.

"Arthur Kirkland. Where is he?"

The soldier took a few tries to say, "General Kirkland hasn't yet arrived, sir."

"Fine. Which room will be his?"

"Sir, I'm so sorry, can I get your name, I'll need to ask–"

"Where?" Alfred demanded, and there was something in his too-perfect voice, his too-blue eyes, that made the soldier startle and point immediately down the hall.

"End of the hall, on the left."

Alfred stormed in that direction without a word. The soldier blinked a few times. A deer released from headlights, it took him a moment to get his bearings.

"Wait," he called after Alfred, quickly jogging after him. "Wait sir, you're not allowed to-" but Alfred was already inside, going around to sit in the officer's chair behind the empty letter desk. "Sir, the General won't be here for another five, six hours."

"Fine," Alfred said, and had this young Australian known him better, he would have known to be frightened by his stoic, collected anger. Facial expression unchanging, the American wheeled back in the chair and propped his feet on the desk. "I'll wait."

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There was quite a bit of hubbub around the base when the British entourage finally arrived. None of the humans here knew what Arthur was, but they did know he was a high-ranking General, so the arrival had caused quite a bit of fuss and bustle. Alfred remained in the office, unaffected. When he heard English accents appear down the hall, he closed his eyes and mentally braced himself. When he opened them again, the click-clack of English bootheels was just around the corner, and in seconds he was staring up at his father, England himself.

Arthur stopped short just inside the threshold of his office, flanked by two aides, one young and fresh-faced, the other brunet with a trim mustache.

"Alfred," he said plainly, as if he hadn't expected to see his eldest here, after everything, the 's glare was fixed solidly on Arthur, but he spared a dismissive glance at the humans. He returned his ire towards his father before he told the aides,

"You two, get out."

Arthur didn't even blink. The younger aide looked to his mustachioed companion for help.

"Sir," the elder man said, glancing diplomatically between Arthur and Alfred, whose crossed arms and lack of cover disguised whatever rank he might've been. "This office has been assigned to General Kirkland, I must insist that—"

"Yes, it has," Alfred said in a patronizing tone. "Now get out."

Bewildered, the aide looked to Arthur, but though the General's eyebrows had fallen in a dark look of annoyance, his eyes hadn't moved from the seething American before him.

"It's been a long journey, Hesten," Arthur said stiffly, "go find your lodgings." The younger aide immediately began to splutter some confusion, but his elder quickly shushed him and shepherded him out the door. "Close the door on your way out," Arthur instructed. The brunet man did, glancing fleetingly at Arthur and then at Alfred before the door clicked shut.

The walls were battle-thick concrete, and as the door shut, the sound of the outside hall faded into a dull ambiance.

"Of all the asinine American theatrics I've witnessed, Alfred, this must be among the worst."

"How dare you," Alfred spat.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said," Alfred yanked his feet off of his father's desk, not caring that he left scuff marks. He stood to his full height and god it had never felt so right to be taller than this cowardly, self-righteous excuse for a father, "how fucking dare you. Show up now? Of all times? Where were you?"

"Alfred," Arthur didn't have to physically roll his eyes for Alfred to hear the intent in his voice, "I did not ask for you to—"

"Where were you?" Alfred demanded, raising his voice louder than he'd intended. "Because I can tell you right now where you weren't."

"I'm not going to to stand here and allow you to lecture me in my own office—"

"By the time I got here, Jack had already died twice!" Alfred shouted. Arthur had been ready with a retort, but he stopped short as the 'twice' rang off the walls. "Zee was only alive by pure luck, stuck as a nurse on a doomed destroyer, blown up by so much shrapnel that by the time I got her to shore I thoughtshe was dead. And where were you?"

For a moment, silence was his only answer, father and son locked in a staring contest while Alfred took in loud, furious lungfuls of air.

"I realize you've only recently opened your eyes to the fact," Arthur said flatly, "but we are at war, Alfred. We all must make sacrifices."

"Sacrifices," Alfred scoffed, surprised they'd reached this point so quickly. "And who is it that decides what's worth sacrificing?"

"We are Nations," Arthur insisted. "Difficult decisions such as these are an unfortunate necessity of what we are, how we must conduct ourselves in times of—"

"They are your children, Arthur!" Alfred hadn't meant to call his father by his first name, and he hadn't meant his voice to crack like it had. "Damn the nations, damn Churchill, damn you, damn it all, they are your children!"

"They are my children," Arthur matched Alfred's volume, but kept a stern expression, "and they, along with the rest of my family, are at war."

"Fuck you!" Alfred shouted back, "Fuck you and this entire fucking family, Jack is barely over a century old, Zee even less so, they're babies, dad, infants! And you just fucking left them out here!"

"We've all seen war within our childhoods," Arthur snapped back, with a surprising amount of bite behind his words.

"With muskets, bows, and daggers, not this!" Alfred swept his hand as if to indicate the entire world. "Go to the artillery, go to the infirmary, go to the foxholes and tell me this war is like anything you or Ifaced as children. Jack's only recently got over the shellshock from the last time you left him to the wolves, and now this!" Alfred took sick satisfaction in seeing his father's face flinch.

"I've tried to shield them from it," Arthur bit back, "Just like I tried to shield you and Matthew when you were young, but it's never worked, not once. It's not worth lying to them."

"Lying to them about what? Your reinforcements? Their chance at survival once Churchill wrote them off?" Alfred demanded. He watched his father flinch again and hoped to god he was listening. He was aware that he was shouting loudly enough to be heard outside the office, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Let the humans know exactly what their general was—a callus empire, and an absent father. "Curtin was preparing a speech to brace his people for invasion, and how to break it to their children—their children!" the American spat. "Your son was deluded enough to believe he could fight them off alone, because what other choice did he have?" Arthur was emotionless. "Tell me! What other choice did either of them have? If I hadn't heard the rumors coming out of the pacific, what do you think would have happened?!"

"But you did hear them," Arthur said, voice straining to keep its composure. "And so your very complaint here is rendered moot-"

"Don't you go making this out to be my fucking responsibility," Alfred spat, coming around the desk to face his father directly, where no tip of Arthur's chin could hide how much his eldest towered over him, "don't you sit there and act all sanctimonious because I managed to get here at the eleventh hour. It wasn't your doing, it wasn't your plan. I'm here in spite of you, not because of you."

"And yet," Arthur wasn't actually looking at Alfred when he said it, straightening his shoulders to some invisible mirror, saving face as he always has when he said, "You are here, as am I, now."

"I was here before you had the decency to do your own duty as father," Alfred yelled, "I was here before the order reached the SecNav's desk. You were off in fuck knows where doing fuck knows what drinking tea farmed thousands of miles from your stupid cozy island, while I commandeered a ship to offer your children hope." Alfred glared, a thousand things he wanted to say simmering under the bonfire of anger. "I have a court martial waiting for me in Los Angeles," he confessed angrily. "They'll drop the case before I get home, once I've told the President about the hell you've left us here, but don't you dare act like my being here was part of any grand plan. They are your children, and you chose to abandon them. If I didn't know that it would fuck them over even more than you already have, I would've stuck a bowie in your liver the second you stepped through that door."

A long stretch of silence passed in between them, but it offered no resolution.

"Are you not my child, as well?" Arthur asked, venturing a glance at his eldest.

"I am," Alfred replied, glaring, "but none of us asked to be." When the words landed, Arthur's furious expression cracked and morphed through shockwaves of hurt. Alfred knew he'd hit his target, so he took a step closer. Quiter, but not quietly, he said,

"For the last century, I've looked on in envy at the father they had. A doting father, a loving father, a father who was there," Alfred pressed into his father's personal space, and Arthur was glaring up at him with a mix of hurt, anger, and trepidation writhing underneath his drawn brows. "Nothing at all like the man who paid humans to raise me. I thought you had changed. I've seen you change, become someone you never were for me, and I praised God and all his fucking angels that my brother and sister would be so lucky. It took him four kids, but Arthur Kirkland finally figured it out. Now it's all gone right out the window because his empire's gotten too big for his goddamn war," Alfred's fists were trembling with anger. He'd never said such things to his father in all his life, and he hadn't planned on saying them today. It was the memory of Jack's dead eyes, the tears of relief on Zee's bloodied cheeks, how thin and worn they'd both felt under the weight of his hugs, that dug up a protective sort of anger for them that he'd never felt for himself.

Arthur looked like he wanted to slap Alfred across the face. If he wasn't so completely dumbstruck, he probably would have.

"You are not going to do to them what you did to me," Alfred growled, getting right up in his father's face, "because if you do, I'll fucking kill you." With that, he stormed out of the office and slammed the door louder than a gunshot.

Arthur stood motionless for several long minutes afterwards, before slowly moving around his desk and gingerly lowering himself into his chair. At great length, he bent over his lap, ran a world-weary hand through his hair, and let out a shaking sigh.

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It felt as though the entire building was staring when Alfred left his father's office. He tried to ignore it, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers and trying to level his rapid breathing. God, he needed fresh air. He'd taken not even ten steps toward the exit before he came to a halt, faced with the last person he expected to see.

"Jack," he blurted, heart leaping into his throat. "How long have you—" Alfred stopped short, because it was clear enough from the boy's expression he'd been there more than long enough.

"I-I was just here to give him-" Jack looked down at his hands, and it was then that Alfred realized the teen was holding a dossier. "I heard dad got in this afternoon—since he's not been briefed on the–" his voice was steady, but he wasn't, swaying on his feet, hands making the folder wobble just slightly. Underfed, underslept, and overwrought, he looked like a stiff breeze might knock him offshore. "I mean, I thought I should be the one to tell him about everything, and you know how he likes having things written down- I didn't write all of it, but I wrote one of the reports, edited some of them, you know, included the things I thought he would find important, everything we were able to…" Jack trailed off, staring down at the folder in his hands, wondering if there'd been any point in putting it together. It wasn't as though the British Empire had any need for retrospectives on what was essentially a United States Navy rescue operation.

"I guess I just wanted to let him know I was alright," Jack muttered, almost to himself. He heard a sigh and looked up. Unfamiliar wrinkles cast shadows across Alfred's forehead, a mix of grief and pity and fading anger. The American reached under his glasses to rub at his eyes.

"C'mon, kid," he said behind his hand, voice hoarse from yelling and fatigue. "Let's get you outta here, aren't you supposed to be resting?"

"I haven't been able to sleep much," Jack replied. They both had dark circles under their eyes.

"Fair enough. Any good place to hide around here? I nicked some of the old man's gin." Alfred shook what sounded like a partially empty bottle, and Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"He's going to notice that," he said, eyes flickering to his father's office. "Soon," he added.

"No he won't," Alfred used the bottle to wave Jack into step with him as he left their father to sulk alone. "He drinks rum when he knows he's fucked up. And the fact that he hasn't already come out here to search my pockets means he knows he fucked up."

Jack led Alfred out past the perimeter of the small base and up onto a small hill a few hundred meters from the beach. Though grassy and dusted in the shade of several short, scraggly trees, the area was still dusted with sand. It made a comfortable place for the pair to sit and stare out at the ocean, passing their father's gin back and forth until they were both tipsy enough to deal with what the day had wrought. The sun was hot on their backs as it tilted past afternoon an into a long autumn dusk.

"Did he really mean it?" Jack blurted, breaking the silence. Alfred looked over at him.

"Mean what?"

"I mean, when you said that Churchill planned to give up the… surely dad have to have known, right? Did he… I guess I just… did he really plan to do that? To take Churchill's side of things, if things got really bad?"

Alfred opened his mouth to speak, but quickly thought better of it. Things got 'really bad' a long time ago, kid, he'd almost said. Alfred wasn't willing to guess whether or not Arthur had really planned to abandon his youngest son and darling daughter to the fury of the Japanese military, if it had come to that. Deep down, past all his anger and resentment, even Alfred did not want to think of his father as a cruel man. Callous, yes, stupid, absolutely, but not the sort of man who would watch his children sink beneath the waves of invasion and remain unaffected.

Yet if Alfred's ships had not sailed swiftly enough, what would Arthur be doing at that moment? Alfred realized Jack was staring at him, eyes lost. He sighed.

"Dad is… a complicated man," Alfred told him lamely. "As far as fathers go—and never tell him I said this—he's not… the worst out there. But wars turn him into a moron, make him forget his human side. I think we all saw that well enough in '15." Jack looked away quickly, jaw clenching. Alfred was grateful that at least that he hadn't had to say Gallipoli to get his point across. "He's always been like this. It's nothing you did. It's just him being the dumbass he hides under all that 'keep calm and carry on' bullshit." He watched Jack's back for a moment. The teen fiddled with the sandy grass and found a pebble, flicked it down the hill and watched it trace a line in the sand.

"Always been like this?" Jack asked, and glanced back to Alfred, unable to hide his curiosity. Alfred actually laughed.

"God, kid, he used to be even worse. I mean, hell, he was still a fucken' pirate when I was a baby, he ever tell you that?"

"He what?" Jack's face grew into a wicked grin.

"Sure as shit! I still remember—I mean, not well, but I know he had this ludicrous red coat and earrings and a cutlass and everything. God knows what a pirate was doing with a baby."

"So what, did he take you out on the ship with him?" Jack was transported, trying to imagine Alfred as a baby, much less their stick-up-the-arse father as a pirate.

"That, I don't know. It was a long time ago, and I was really small. I do remember his ship, though, at least the one he had when I was a bit older." Alfred's smile faltered. "He'd be gone for years at a time, even decades. He'd come back unannounced, stay for a week, and then leave without saying goodbye. He did that because of a war. We'd always have a year or so of peace in between, and he'd stick around and be a decent dad, and then, boom, another war, and off he goes. Actually," Alfred chuckled, "I'm not sure he was ever not at war, when I was growing up, I think the letters just took a while to cross the Atlantic." he shrugged and looked over at Jack, who was frowning at him. It made him uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.

"Listen, all I'm trying to say, is that he's always been like this. And he's gotten better—god, so much better, but this war…" Alfred began to say something, but came up short. He let out a breath with a shake of his head.

"It's different," Jack said quietly. All the nations knew it—even Jack, who was scarcely 150, could feel it.

"What he did to you and Zee is indefensible, in any century, in any war." Alfred said, eyes landing on the edge of a bandage peeking out from under Jack's sleeve. "I just want to make sure you understand, it's nothing you did, nothing Zee or anyone else did. It's just… dad." It was an unsatisfactory, unjust answer to the horrors that had unfolded in the last six months. Alfred knew it wouldn't wipe away the uncertainty in Jack's guileless face, but maybe, over time, it would temper his resilience to exist as the son of a deeply flawed man.

"Right," Jack said softly, sounding more thoughtful than was his wont. He picked at his fingernails, lost to his own musings for a while. In the quiet that followed, Alfred realized how exhausted he was, and let his eyes drift shut, enjoying the feel of the sun warming his face in flickering patterns as it twinkled through the leaves.

"So wait," Jack broke the silence once again, "if dad was a pirate, does that mean that the King sent out men to hunt him down? His own nation?"

"Oh, man," Alfred sat up, reaching for the gin, which was closer to Jack. "Gimme that. I can't tell this story as good as uncle Rhys, but I'll try."

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Though she was probably a fiercer fighter than virtually anyone in their family, barring perhaps Alfred or Arthur himself, in wartime, Zee's sex relegated her to hospitals and infirmaries rather than battle stations. It'd been this way in the last war, and she found she preferred it. War was death, and if she had to watch her people die, it was far better, she thought, to see them die after doing her damnedest to save them.

She and Jack had their separate forces, but the two had clung close together as the situation in the Pacific soured. She'd been aboard the destroyer for a little over a week by the time the Americans arrived, but she hadn't had a chance to see the Yankee himself before a Japanese bomb blew her floating hospital to bits. It had in fact been Alfred who spotted her bobbing in the surf and dragged her to shore, later admonishing her with a wobbling voice that it was the worst kind of way to say hello to one's estranged brother. Left with open wounds and a dislocated shoulder, she'd been brought down the coast to the base where Jack was holed up, becoming the first female resident of its sparsely-appointed infirmary.

In the short, hellish time that Alfred had fought alongside her, he'd seen his sister absorb all kinds of pain with the iron-willed composure of their father, but after a thousand small cuts, the shoulder is what did her in. She'd vomited and promptly passed out when the medics had set it. They'd given her morphine when she woke up, but it had left her deliriously nauseous. Unfortunately, when they'd taken her off it, the pain kept her awake so long she'd cried, which had startled Jack so badly he begged her to take the morphine until the swelling went down. She'd capitulated, but the nausea had kept her abed.

Alfred rapped his knuckles on the open doorframe before ducking in. Tired brown eyes squinted open to see him, and she grunted to acknowledge him.

"Hey Kiwi," Alfred said softly, unconsciously slouching to make himself smaller, quieter. He unfolded a canvas chair that had been stashed in a corner and sat near the head of her rickety hospital bed. "How're you holding up in here?"

"This place fuckin smells," she complained, voice gravelly and hoarse. "Or maybe that's just you." Alfred snorted.

"Feeling better, I see," he smirked. Zee sighed, using her right hand to manually adjust her left arm, which was strapped to her torso in a sling.

"If one more person talks about how I'm feeling, I'll vomit again."

"Alright," Alfred lifted his hands, "I won't ask. Jack said you'd convinced them to let you go tomorrow?" Hearing this, Zee's eyes opened a little wider, and she turned her head towards Alfred, one eye obscured by her curly hair that was pressed against the pillow.

"You've talked to Jackie today?" she seemed surprised.

"Yeah," Alfred frowned at her, "have you not?"

"This morning I did, but dad said no one could find him," she said. It was Alfred's turn to be surprised.

"You've talked to dad?"

"Yeah, 'bout an hour ago, give or take." She watched Alfred's face with catlike attention. "Dad mentioned he'd spoken with you. What did you say?" Alfred couldn't help it when he let out a snort.

"Spoke with me, huh."

"What did you say?" Zee asked again. "I haven't been coddled like that in thirty years. And what with how he's been…lately," Zee's eyes were distant for a few seconds before she shook herself and looked up expectantly at her brother. Alfred drew in a deep breath and leaned back in his chair before letting out a long sigh.

"He's been acting like a shit father, you and I both know that," he began, picking at a stray thread in his sleeve so he wouldn't have to make eye contact, "I just told him so."

"What, just… Just told him that?" Zee was incredulous, "and he listened?"

"Apparently," Alfred demurred.

"Christ," Zee let her head fall back into her pillow, staring up at the ceiling. "That must be nice." Alfred would've had to have been deaf not to hear the bitterness in her tone. It made him angry at their father all over again. Zee had always been the apple of Arthur's eye; that he had ignored even sweet Eleanor so profoundly was a testament to how low he'd stooped.

"He doesn't listen to me because he sees me as his equal, if that's what you're thinking," Alfred cut in. "He listens to me because I was his biggest fuck up, and he doesn't want to fuck up more than he already has with you two." Zee had no immediate response to that, and continued to stare up at the ceiling, swollen arm rising and falling with every breath. The wall lamp shone through her half-full IV bottle, casting abstract patterns of light that morphed gently against her hair.

"Well," Zee said at length, still staring at the ceiling, "I guess the coddling is nice." Quieter, hoarser, she muttered, "Could've used a few more fucking troops."

"He'll pull his head out of his ass and remember how to be a good father, eventually," Alfred told her, not really knowing if he had that kind of faith in their dad, "in the meantime, I got you. Both of you. You need something, anything, even if it's just yelling at Admiral Lord Father again, you tell me." Zee smiled at the sardonic title.

"Thanks, Yankee," she said, voice thicker than before. He'd never heard her use the moniker so affectionately. "I… might take you up on that."

"'Course. Us victims of the Arthur Kirkland School of Parenting gotta stick together." Zee let out a laugh that quickly turned into a hiss when it jostled her arm.

"I don't suppose you could get rid of this goddamn morphine and convince my arm to heal, could you?" She asked him, blinking away tears of pain.

"I will happily yell at the Empire till the cows come home, but even I can't work miracles, Kiwi-girl."

"Damn," Zee grit out. Alfred glanced at her shoulder, and then out the window; it was getting late.

"We'll have you outta here in no time. But I think it's about time you got some sleep."

"I've been trying," Zee huffed, clearly frustrated with the entire situation. She glanced at the empty glass on the stool by her bed. "Would more water be too much of a miracle?" Alfred smiled.

"Course not." He plucked up the glass and left the room, returning with not one but two full glasses of water, which he deposited on her bedside stool. While Zee gratefully took a few large gulps, he dug around in his pockets and produced a few squares of Red Cross-issue chocolate. He waved them at Zee. "Motivation for you to rest up and get off that morphine," he said, setting them beside the water glasses. She looked at them hungrily but warily, obviously still nauseous.

"Do you know how to motivate with anything besides food?" She teased.

"Food is an excellent motivator. Now get some sleep," he bent to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. "And don't tell Jack I gave you chocolate, I'm not made of the stuff."

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Alfred didn't see much of his father in the following days. When he did, it was always from a distance, and generally one of them would make themselves scarce before they crossed paths. He heard by way of mouth that the General was making something of an apology tour with his two youngest, or at least as close to apologies as the British Empire was capable of crafting. Zee left the hospital but kept the sling, and was, apparently, coddled quite fiercely by her prodigal guardian and given free run of the base, much to the discomfort of the men. She milked Arthur's guilt for all it was worth, and Alfred could tell it would be some time before she'd give him the forgiveness he hoped for.

Jack received similar coddling once Arthur tracked him down. Unlike his sister, Jack seemed eager to receive the affection and make amends, putting the harms of days past as far away from his mind as possible. Jack had always been trusting and kind, though Alfred didn't think Arthur deserved it. Jack was young, baby fat not yet making way for the angled jaw that promised to fill in as he grew more and more to look like his father. Even so, Alfred could still see the shadows that clung to the boy's features when Arthur wasn't looking. They made him look far older than he was.

Throughout it all, Arthur avoided speaking with his eldest son with obvious intentionality. Alfred didn't plan on stopping him. His anger towards his father was still not completely slaked, and it wouldn't do anyone any good to butt heads now that the Empire and his children were negotiating apologies.

Still, Jack had begun sneaking looks over his shoulder at Alfred whenever Arthur suggested a new plan of attack or promised reinforcements. It took a few times for Alfred to realize that Jack was looking to him not just for reassurance, but for a second opinion—for approval.

He had a feeling he and his father would argue about that, some day.

"But they're both okay? I mean, as okay as can be?" Matt's voice was tinny, worried words garbled somewhat by the thousands and thousands of miles of cables that brought his voice to Alfred's ear from the other side of the globe.

"Yeah, they'll be alright. I think it's going to take them a little longer to heal than normal, but they'll be alright."

"Good. And what about you?" Alfred wanted to tease his brother for how mother-hennish he sounded, but separated by so much distance, Matt's concern was a welcome comfort.

"Oh, I'm fine," Alfred shrugged, resisting the urge to rub at the spot by his collarbone where the lingering ache of Pearl Harbor had taken root. "I'm just glad I got here in time."

"Me too," Matt said darkly. A moment of silence passed before the Canadian added, "I'm not… happy you were dragged into this war, Al, but I'm not unhappy either." Alfred clenched his teeth and sighed out through his nose, fighting off a flare of anger towards their father.

"Well," He joked, because what else could he say? "Someone's gotta keep this family kicking, right?"

Arthur had been on base for a little over a week when Alfred went to the Officer's mess to meet his siblings for breakfast, as had become their habit, only to find both missing. Alfred had already finished his eggs and half of his pancakes when Jack and Zee arrived, Jack looking crestfallen, Zee furious. They slid into the bench opposite Alfred.

"Dad's gone," Zee said bluntly.

"Wait, what?" Alfred frowned, stopping mid-bite.

"He left—early this morning, apparently," Jack griped. "Didn't even tell anyone. Didn't even say goodbye to Zee, much less me!"

"He left this for you," Zee said, reaching across the table to give him a small envelope.

"Oh, god," Alfred groaned, taking it. The Anzacs watched with interest while he opened it and scanned its contents. It was a small notecard, but with the sun shining on it over Alfred's shoulder, Zee could see that it was packed with text, their father's neat handwriting compressed into a wall of ink.

"What's it say?" Jack asked eagerly. Alfred's expression remained unmoving as he read. At length, he took a stiff inhale and slid the note into his breast pocket.

"Says I owe him a bottle of gin," he said. Zee looked at him quizzically, but when Alfred volunteered no further information, she shook her head and stood.

"Jackie, d'you want tea?"

"Nah, I'm good," Jack waved her off, still sulking. He began to pick at the wooden edge of the table, prying off a small splinter of wood and flicking it away. Alfred watched the sad, annoyed tilt of Jack's eyebrows and wondered if this was how he had looked, a lonely child left on the shores of Virginia.

"Hey, don't be so glum," he told Jack, "like I said, war makes him act stupid. He won't be like this forever." And hopefully, it would not be years or decades. "In the meantime," Alfred flipped his plate around and handed Jack the fork. "I'll be here as long as you need me, for whatever you need"

"Really?" Jack took the fork gratefully, and surveyed the two pancakes left on his brother's plate.

"Really really." After a little hesitation, Jack managed a smile. He used the fork to give a playful, grateful salute and dug in, immediately transported from his sadness by the contraband maple syrup. Zee soon returned with her tea and lounged against Jack while Alfred sipped at his coffee. While the troops ran drills and the officers ferried new intelligence to and fro, the three siblings, long separated by the world's largest ocean, shared the first of many morning reprieves together, the faults of their father temporarily forgotten.

#aph america #hws america #aph england #hws england #aph australia #hws australia #aph new zealand #hws new zealand #aph canada #hws canada #historical hetalia #hetalia #my writing #my fanfic #fanfic

[eddie-munsons-guitar86]

Love In Beauty Chapter One: Piercing Eyes

Steve was working hard, fingers stained with blue highlighter as he highlighted important information in his Esthetics textbook. Steve was on his third month of Esthetician school with only five more months to go. He felt weird being the only male Esthetician in a class of women but he managed to make a small group of friends he calls his 'Estie-Besties' the other girls saw him as weird and even some spread rumors on him being a creep. He wasn't, Steve had a dream and he wanted to follow it, even if his father thought it was 'stupid' and 'a waste of money'. Steve didn't care, he knows what he wants to be and his passion only made him shine brighter in his class.

"I feel like they don't schedule me client's on purpose." Steve sighs, rolling ice globes over Robin's cheeks.

"Mmmmm less talking more globing." Robin sighs softly.

"Come on, you have to agree with me Robs." Steve rolls his eyes playfully, putting the globes on his cart and sanitizing his hands before he grabbed his pallet, scooping up some of the gel masque with his applicator and applying it to Robins pale, freckled skin.

"Jesus...you could warn me next time!" Robin shivers and scrunches her eyes at the cold masque. "But I wouldn't worry about it Steve, you know how these old ladies are, they pick favorites and refuse anyone else to touch their face."

"This is only gonna hurt my chances of graduating, I need clients." Steve finishes her mask and sets a timer. "Alright I'll be back soon, gotta wash these." Steve gets up with his dirty utensils and goes into the back, where they wash and dry laundry and do their dishes, well, some do them. Steve ignores the girls gossiping and vaping near the filing cabinet and goes straight to the sink, getting into his routine of wash, rinse, Barbicide for ten minutes, rinse, dry, and put away. He always followed his routine because he knows if he doesn't it'll give him a certain feeling on his skin, the feeling of something missing or something being wrong, and it wont go away unless he fixes it. Steve goes back to the spa floor and finishes up Robins facial with some SPF before taking her to the front desk so she can buy a few products, giving Steve some product points.

"Always an amazing job Stevie." Robin smiles and ties her hair up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I actually do have clients to get ready for."

Steve chuckles and writes down what he did in her folder, listing the products he used on her skin and what add-ons he provided. He felt something heavy on his skin, something missing. He looks up to see another student from the Cosmetology side staring into his soul with those piercing blue eyes. Steve looked behind him to see if he was looking at someone behind him but there was no one, he was looking right at Steve. Steve blushes slightly and gives him a small wave before awkwardly shuffling back to his classroom to turn in the folder. The other student was stunning to Steve, ling blonde wavy hair tied up in a bun, facial hair clean and well groomed, skin tan and clean. Steve loved a man who took care of himself, loved men who took the time to make sure their hygiene is on point. Steve needed to be his, or else he feels that feeling again.

The feeling of something missing.

Authors Note:

Hello everyone!! I'm back!! I am so so so so so so sorry for disappearing like that, but here I am now. Please reblog this story for support and comment any questions you have that I can answer!! I love you all so much and I hope you enjoy this series!!!! <3 I will be basing some scenes off my own experiences from Esthetician school (Fully licensed!!) And if you have your own skincare questions do not be afraid to ask me!!

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billyxsteve #steve harrigton #stevexbilly #steve harrington #stranger things #esthetician #skincare #cosmology #haircare #harringrove au

[jotaroslooseeyebrowhair]

Danny’s Coronation

This post has been absolutely RAVAGING my brain ever since I read it, so have some writing I did in a coffe induced trance :) please tell me if anything seems off or misspelled :P TW FOR BODY HORROR OH RIGHT AND CREDIT TO @madametamma

Danny floated above the shiny floors of the room he didn't even know was in his castle. It was just him, the (peaceful) ancients, and a few observers. It was finally his coronation, and he had expected a party, a huge feast, some announcement, hell even skulker showing up for some bs battle, but none of that happened. Instead, all he got was some ancients, observers, and a weird dungeon-looking room. Whatever, the quieter, the better. He wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying (even though he probably definitely should be). Once the eye-bitch stopped talking, he "stared" at Danny expectantly. Danny, catching on only an awkward moment too late, bowed down, his hands held at his side as the observer lowered the crown to his head.

"DANNY, NO!" Jazz's voice sounded off behind him. He went to turn around, a response on the tip of his tongue.

But then he felt it.

Power

Pain

His death

Fear

Pain

Fear

Pain

Pain

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The power of the entire Infinite Realms ripping through him again

He couldn't hear his screams- just like that day- but he felt the way crazed laughs flooded his body, shaking his shoulders. Thick wet tears fell from his eyes, his claws hands ripping at his face, trying to get the pain to just go away. Danny's eyes rolled back into his head moments before his body floated higher, his legs forming again against his control. Everything happened all at once, Danny's bones creaked and snapped, breaking and dissolving under his own skin. His body became sickly translucent, showing through him almost like a fogged-up snow globe. His fingers grew, sharpening into claws sharp enough to put Gordan Ramsey's kitchen knives to shame. They took on a horrifying ice white at the tips, complimenting the deep red of the ring of rage horrifyingly well, fading into the nothingness that was the rest of his 'body'.

Danny's skull snapped, making horrifying crunching and cracking noises as his face blended, reshaped, moved, erased. Two large horns ripped through his skin like paper, pouring ectoplasm-green blood down his face in waves, immediately stitching the skin back up once the horns finished growing to their full ram-size. Danny’s facial features melted away into the translucent darkness of his skin, though his eyes got bigger, eyelids receding into his skin like the rest of his features. His eyes glowed fully green, a color that would haunt anyone's dreams. His ears stretched and pulled, lengthening into the pointed ears humans could never have. All his scars blew up in bright green, the Lichtenburg scar running throughout his body and over his face, over his heart, growing the brightest of them all.

Danny's legs melted- actually melted- in big globs into the floor, staining and burning it as if Danny's ectoplasm had been acidic. The translucent state the rest of his body had taken over spread throughout his wispy lower half, though now turning into a galaxy even the Ancients were unaware of, gorgeous blues, greens, purples, blacks, and all the other colors floated throughout him as he turned and shifted, as if he was a glimpse into the universe just out of their grasp.

The worst thing, though? The worst thing was the way the skin on his chest pushed and pulled. The way it bubbled inside him like a chemical reaction. The way thorns and stems pushed their way through his skin. The way the stems made easy work of his skin as if it wasn't there. The way his neon green blood splattered all over his sister's face. The way the flowers budded, bloomed, died, and decayed in a matter of seconds. The way the dead flowers light up in green flames before falling away as ash and getting replaced by new ones. The way blood easily poured out of his body in waves. The blue flowers and their ink-black stems slowed growing until they came to a complete stop, their home in Dannys chest cavity wrapping around his neck like a collar.

Everything stopped, finally. It only lasted for a moment, though, as large heavy chains broke from the floors, wrapping around Dannys arms and body, even going so far as to wrap around his throat. a strangled cry left danny as he was pulled to the floor, now clearly trapped. He pulled and tugged and twisted and ripped- but he was stuck. Stuck and utterly, unbelievably, truly, helpless.

Now, the tears came from Clockwork, standing near. All the other ancients have already started crying, though Frostbite also had to hold a sobbing Jazz to him. Jazz had started screaming and crying for her baby brother the moment Danny started shifting. Started changing. What was she supposed to do, just sit there? Just sit there and stand by while her brother screamed in pain the same way he screamed the day he died? Stand there and do nothing as her brother became less than human by the second? Stand by while his bones broke and dissolved? Stand there as his bitter green blood splattered across her face? Stand there as she watched the little brother she raised practically by herself died?

A content yet annoyed huff was heard from the observants.

"He survives. Congratulations. Long live the king"

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[positivelybeastly]

Krakoa, Year 22- 26 (?), +2 Years After Parasitic Decimation of the Wild Hunt AKA "The Salt"

How long did it take to resurrect the last members of the Wild Hunt to die? Not as long as it took to bring back everyone who died on Genosha. Still, those who hung on until those last, terrible moments when the "pretender council" doused a portion of Krakoa in salt... waited a few years. There was a queue, after all. Also, the confirmation and the digging. Preserved bodies everywhere. It was like a salty Mt. Vesuvius, only the dead wound up as mutant jerky.

And the Beast--? Well, he's sitting pretty in that neat lab of his with his experiments, and his specimens, and his database of memories from the seven or eight mutants who refused the mind wipe after their rebirth. Living memory and consent. That messy business.

He's got a nice little recording of her memories as well, the mutant woman towering over him, stinking of depression and trauma for all that she's clean and bothered to brush her teeth. Her nostrils flare as she takes in the sight of him. "My G-d," is all she says, one corner of her eye twitching in a facial tic.

(They'd found her leathery corpse wrapped around, oh, Daken or someone. There's drama now.)

Her bony, clawed hands are shaking at her sides, but she gives a sharp jerk of her chin, as if to shake away those pesky trauma-nerves, breathing in deep. Then, "My memories." In his computerized book of secrets, or whatever the hell it is. "I want to see them. In the Hunt."

He'll be wanting a 'please' at least, but she doesn't offer it up. Yet. Never mind that now is a good time for a healthy application of social lubricant.

"Beginning to end of infection."

BEAST'S LOGBOOK: IN SEARCH OF LOST TIME

The world continues to turn. Today I chose merely to drag my fingers along the skin of the globe and hurry it along rather than send it reeling - sixteen assassinations conducted by T-V-Parasite Agents, two nursery rhymes implanted in Russian national consciousness with long term intent of softening anti-mutant prejudice, release of small scale gamma encephalitis bioweapon in three American states to eradicate local chapters of anti-Krakoan protest groups.

Woolf has requested a visit, regarding my archives. Suppose will entertain her.

Which body shall I wear?

As it happens, he does Tess the courtesy of receiving her in what passes for his original body these days - he's long since forgotten which of his shells is actually the original, it's probably on ice with the rest of the backups and spares and abandoned experiments dotted all through his lab like animal food caches. But this is the one he tends to revert to most.

He's taken to cultivating more - fanciful, strains of biotech and Krakoan flora, in his old age. He's perfected his weapons, his soldiers, his spies, his ears, his eyes, his tendrils, his goodie finders, and, of course, his tomatoes. So he's moved on to psychoactives now. He meets her with a deep inhale of what looks remarkably like bottled fireflies, beckoning her inside and walking her by piles of waiting Beastflesh.

Some are recognisable as simian, feline, human, macaque, others are - less so. Some look like sculptor's clay abandoned halfway through a lazy spin on the potter's wheel. The shapes they bend into are almost strange enough to make you forget it's flesh and not actually putty. A different kind of Beast meets her no matter which way she sets her eyes.

It seems he's taken the accusation of being two faced very much to heart.

His voice is a soft purr. It's soothing, in its way, as he invites her to sit in the lab which is entirely too clean and conventional to be the real one. This is his equivalent of a sitting room. Not where he does his actual work. His chest glows with Krakoan firelight. If Tess squints, she can see his lungs through the white fur of his chest, glowing and burning and turning to cinder. He isn't even sure if anyone else can take the drugs he's taken to cultivating without sending themselves straight to the resurrection queue.

Nonetheless, he does offer some to Tess, a gleam in his eyes that betrays amusement at her request. At her desire to see the infestation, the infection, whatever you wanted to call it (he had termed it a gamma-level biological oddity - worth studying, but without long term viability for his own work. Oh, the psychological impact would be stupendous, of course, but then the clean up.)

"And the rest of the island says I'm ghoulish."

Humour has returned to him, after 20 long years. The first X-Force team, long since made redundant, would tell you he was better as a humourless bastard.

So has drama. He leans back, and the Pointe responds to his whim. The lighting changes, and they're both plunged into darkness as the biological supercomputers recall the information Tess desires, sequencing liquid memory in seconds and providing it to the master of the house like it were merely a pot of tea. He holds up a vial, golden, gleaming. Inviting. Promising answers.

A liar promising truth.

"And little humans in hell want ice water. They'll sell their souls for it - what will you offer me?"

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[glittergutts]

I feel like I've been doing hot girl shit all day. Taking supplements, doing skincare, shopping, using my new hair curling band, buying fancy caffine drinks..it's felt Hella fucking good I wish I could have more days like this.

I ordered a towel warmer, facial ice globes, and a silky night gown with the rest of my Christmas money. It's exciting to invest in something good for self care. Next I want a fucking ice machine so we can stop buying bags of ice.

[remedycosmetic]

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[mewmewww2222]

2024 Goals and discipline:

-Eat heathly for good (roots veggies, plenty of grass fed meat/diary/eggs, fresh pressed juice from scratch, kombucha from scratch, lots of green tea and rose tea, taking supplements such as collagen, sea moss, mushroom blends, taurine)

-Exercise 5x outta the week regardless of the manual labor that I do at work (1 hour cardio 30 minute weight training, do 30min cardio, 30min weights, then finish with 30min cardio)

-Drink glass bottled water that is highly purified

-brush my teeth 2x a day and start flossing

-use my gushua face roller daily and my ice face globes

-get routine facials

-buy the better facial care products for my skin

-do a face mask once a week along with exfoliating the skin (face and whole body)

-buy better natural deodorant

-buy bras with no underwire

-practice yoga and meditation

-buy Bluetooth headphones that you wear and not ear inserts

-upgrade my phone

-save 70% of my money for my big trip to cali in october

-wax my downstairs, armpits and face every month

-no social media for the whole year besides tumblr as my social outlet

-practice mindfulness

-take my meds daily without missing them

-be more responsible

#personal

[monkprincess]

Top 2 favourite parts about being a girl in the 21st century is having a favourite shopping centre and all the fun spa treatments you can get - ice globes, microcurrent facials, led light masks, mud baths, stone massages, i could go on. i wish i was joking but its kind of a joke in itself.

[grislyintentions]

|| HC- Off duty (Kafka) ||

Kafka has a skincare routine and enjoys using facial masks semi-regularly. Naturally everyone else in the team would get swept up in her interests and end up becoming one of her participants (for Blade a facemask and ice globe massages to maximise relaxation, for Silver Wolf, a facemask and treatment to reduce puffy eyes/dark circles as well as rehydrate)

She relaxes by taking bubble baths and listening to music on records with the gramaphone

More often than not, whenever Silver Wolf is sulking/upset from losing a 'game', she consoles her by getting her a snack or taking her out to get comfort food (usually returning with an ice cream cup for Blade or something)

She more often than not has no clue what Silver Wolf is saying when the other rants about games and gachas but will listen regardless, informing her whenever something related to it drops

Kafka regularly trains with Blade (refining her own techniques via observing him and crossing swords with him)

Even though Blade can do it himself, she still makes a point in adjusting his clothes and securing the ribbons at the back of his outfit for him

If she is not seen around the others, she is most likely to be spending quality time with her cat

She is free real estate to nap on for the rest of the stellaron hunters

#charac: kafka

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[himanshu123]

Self-care has emerged as a crucial practice in today's fast-paced society to prioritize our health and nurture our mind, body, and spirit. The combination of face yoga and ice globes gives a special and effective self-care ritual, in contrast to standard self-care practices that frequently emphasize relaxation and regeneration. This potent combination not only increases the advantages of face yoga but also offers a revitalizing and energizing experience. Discover the transforming benefits face yoga with ice globes can have on your general well-being as we explore the ultimate self-care regimen.

What is Face Yoga?

Face yoga is a natural, non-invasive practice that involves a series of exercises and movements to tone and strengthen the facial muscles. By targeting specific areas of the face and neck, face yoga can help improve muscle tone, reduce the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles, and promote a youthful complexion. It offers a holistic approach to skincare, focusing not only on the outer layers of the skin but also on the underlying muscles and tissues.

The Power of Ice Globes:

Ice globes, also known as cryo globes or facial ice rollers, are handheld tools designed to be chilled and gently rolled over the skin. These cooling instruments offer a myriad of benefits when used in conjunction with face yoga exercises. The cold temperature of ice globes helps constrict blood vessels, reduce inflammation, and temporarily tighten pores. The combination of face yoga and ice globes creates a synergistic effect, amplifying the benefits of both practices.

Enhancing the Benefits of Face Yoga:

Improved Circulation and Lymphatic Drainage: The cooling sensation of ice globes stimulates blood flow to the skin's surface, increasing oxygen and nutrient supply to the cells. This enhanced circulation aids in the removal of toxins and waste, resulting in a healthier and more radiant complexion. The gentle rolling motion of ice globes also supports lymphatic drainage, reducing puffiness and promoting a toned appearance.

Relaxation and Stress Relief: Incorporating ice globes into your face yoga routine can enhance relaxation and stress relief. The cooling effect of the globes helps to relax facial muscles and reduce tension. As you perform face yoga exercises while using ice globes, you can experience a sense of calm and tranquility, allowing stress to melt away. It becomes a rejuvenating ritual that nurtures both the body and the mind.

Revitalized and Rejuvenated Skin: The combination of face yoga and ice globes can leave your skin feeling revitalized and rejuvenated. The cool temperature of the globes helps to tighten pores temporarily, leaving your skin with a smoother and more refined appearance. The increased blood flow and lymphatic drainage contribute to a brighter and healthier complexion. Over time, regular practice can help diminish the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles, promoting a youthful glow.

Self-Care and Mindfulness: Engaging in face yoga with ice globes creates an opportunity for self-care and mindfulness. By dedicating time to take care of your skin and well-being, you cultivate a deeper connection with yourself. The ritualistic nature of the practice allows you to be fully present in the moment, fostering a sense of self-awareness and tranquility. It becomes a cherished self-care ritual that nurtures your inner and outer beauty.

How to Create Your Face Yoga Ritual with Ice Globes:

Find a quiet and comfortable space where you can focus on your practice.

Cleanse your face to remove any dirt or makeup.

Place the ice globes in the refrigerator or freezer for a few minutes to chill them.

Once chilled, hold the globes by the handles and gently roll them over your face in upward and outward motions. Combine this rolling motion with your chosen face yoga exercises, focusing on areas such as the forehead, cheeks, jawline, and neck. As you perform the face yoga movements, feel the cooling sensation of the ice globes soothing your skin and relaxing your facial muscles.

Take slow, deep breaths as you continue the practice, allowing yourself to fully immerse in the moment. Embrace the sensations and let go of any tension or stress you may be carrying. This is your time for self-care and rejuvenation.

After 5-10 minutes of face yoga with ice globes, take a moment to appreciate the refreshed and revitalized feeling in your skin. Notice any improvements in circulation, reduced puffiness, and a brighter complexion. Revel in the sense of calm and tranquility that this self-care ritual has brought you.

Complete your ultimate self-care ritual by following up with your regular skincare routine, and applying your favorite moisturizer or serum. The cool temperature of the ice globes helps enhance the absorption of these products, ensuring their benefits penetrate deeply into your skin.

Incorporate face yoga with ice globes into your self-care routine at least a few times a week to experience long-lasting benefits. Notice how your skin becomes more toned, radiant, and youthful over time. Embrace this holistic approach to self-care, knowing that you are nurturing both your physical and emotional well-being.

Conclusion:

Face yoga with ice globes is the ultimate self-care ritual that combines the benefits of facial exercises with the invigorating power of cooling tools. By practicing face yoga with ice globes, you enhance circulation, promote relaxation, revitalize your skin, and cultivate mindfulness. This ritual provides a precious opportunity to connect with yourself, embrace self-care, and nurture your inner and outer beauty.

Make this self-care practice a regular part of your routine, allowing yourself the time and space to indulge in this transformative experience. As you embrace the power of face yoga with ice globes, you will discover a renewed sense of well-being, radiance, and self-love. Prioritize yourself, and let the ultimate self-care ritual of face yoga with ice globes guide you on a journey of beauty, relaxation, and self-discovery.