Based on one of my headcanons that I came up with about Aidan, I was literally unable to stop myself from writing this. In fact, the problem became that I wanted to write so much that it turned into a two parter, which I think works better. This was so much fun. I had a blast getting into Aidan’s mind, especially about something that had to be confusing as hell. There are a few references to an article from my Hamilton-inspired fic “Hightlights” as well. This is seriously one of the angstiest things I’ve ever written, but listen, this fourteen year-old boy has got some shit going on. I loved writing from Aidan’s perspective. It was fun to see Riza and Roy from such a different view. The Havolina kids, Bran and Ally, belong to the brilliant stupidsexymustang, of course! Love them and her! Talking to her helped inspire me to write this.
People have treated him differently for his entire life. Bran says that he should be used to it by now, but Aidan can’t help but feel uncomfortable when people give him strange looks. It’s been like this for as long as he can remember, but then he does have a weird life. Not everyone can say that they’re the Fuhrer’s son. According to history, the Fuhrer before his great grandfather, King Bradley, had a son named Selim. Aidan wonders how he fared, being the son of the most important man in the country, if it made him feel like he was removed from everyone else or if he liked the attention that it garnered him.
Aidan decidedly doesn’t like it. His mom doesn’t either. They share that in common. His father, on the other hand, seems to glow in the spotlight. Aidan only likes the spotlight when it’s of his own choice and most of the time, what with who his parents are, it’s not. But this has been his life for so long. His parents are famous in Amestris for a lot of things. He’s their son. It’s only natural that people are curious about him.
He can only remember flashes of his life before his parents were married, but most of them only involve his mom. She’s always the constant in his memories of his earliest years. His mom hugging him, his mom smiling that secret smile of hers, his mom wrapping her body around his protectively when he crawled into bed with her and she was alone, his mom telling him how brave, strong, smart, kind he was. There are flashes of his dad here and there - letting Aidan sit on his lap in the car and pretend to drive, the flames he’d create while telling a dramatic story, the way he’d try to sneak up on his mom and always got caught.
But what Aidan mostly remembers about his father during the time before his parents married was his distance. It was almost desperate adoration in private and then a cold detachment in public. He did not hold Aidan. He did not take care of him when he tripped and fell. He smiled and made jokes, but they were the kind of interactions one did with their friend’s kid. His mom tried to make it a game, so when he always called his dad by the “correct” name, he got a treat or a little gift, like it was a prize.
“Congrats! You’re only three, but you didn’t make the mistake of calling out ‘Dad’ in public!”
Heh, he was just enjoying the view of his advantageous height. Poor Kili!
Aidan Turner on his character Kili: “I think Kili knows that it’s never going to really happen. He can never see that relationship work. I mean it would be hard to do a lot of things with Tauriel if it was to become a Dwarven / Elven marriage I would imagine. Although he’s willing to give it a shot, he’s willing to try! You gotta give it to him.”
The Daily Mail continues with its daily pervy articles on Poldark! This one contains true gems like:
“Sunday night’s episode gave eagle-eyed viewers a glimpse of Aidan Turner’s perfectly formed posterior. Those pert, rounded buttocks were just visible — if you squinted through the ripples in the water.”
“Historian Lucy Worsley says 18th-century clothing is the perfect ingredient for romance. ‘Society was all about class tension, and what people wore reflected that,’ she adds. ‘He has the right mix of gentlemanliness and dirtiness — the type of clothes viewers want to rip off.’”
‘the rough-and-ready natural look can make women go wild’
“A real hunk must have a deep, gravelly voice that sends shivers down our spines. ‘Poldark’s voice is wonderfully sexy and low, with lots of rich tones,’ says Dee Forrest, a leading voice coach. ‘It’s very well balanced and clear; a manly voice with lots of weight to it, a real masculine depth.’”
DC bound for the weekend. Everyone wish me productiveness. I have high hopes.
(Also wish me luck in convincing my boyfriend to join me for lunch at the Fridays in Penn Station before I leave. Even though he claims it is sketchy beyond sketchy. He is such a baby. He’s done far sketchier things in his life. I’m broadening his horizons.)