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zorobraun · 10 months

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ex husband ghost at your kiddo’s football game part two

“dad, what does ‘sex’ means?” theo asks, looking at simon while they’re playing video games. his father freezes. “what did you just say?” simon stares at his son in disbelief, instantly crashing the car in the game. “sex.” theo says again, his bright soft eyes full of innocence. simon swallows hard, frowning his nose. “first of all, how did you discover the existence of this word?” simon raises an eyebrow at the kid, laughing quietly. “mommy’s friend.” theo replies in a worried tone, his cheeks getting red from both regret and embarrassment.

“is that so?” simon’s tone is a bit angry now. “i’ll have a word with your mom, then.” he adds with a sigh, looking at his son. “don’t, please. it’s not her fault… she was very uncomfortable.” theo’s eyes are desperate and worried. “don’t worry, buddy. i’ll just talk to her… nicely.” simon reassures him with a soft smile, caressing theo’s head. he nods with a half hearted smile. “her friend was saying something about… mom missing the sex she had with you. i wasn’t supposed to hear that, but she’s too loud.” theo swallows hard, looking away.

simon is in shock. he holds back a laugh. “and mom said that… she can’t help but miss having sex with you, that you’re the best she ever had.” theo completes with hesitation in his tone. “oh my god, really?” simon asks with a fake surprise, laughing out loud. he’s not cocky, but he obviously knew that already, you used to tell him all the time. “yes, dad…” theo mutters with a light chuckle, still confused about the meaning of his mom’s statement.

simon shakes his head, still laughing in disbelief. “your mom is crazy, huh?” he says in a playful tone, wrapping his big arms around theo. “sometimes.” the kid replies, laughing too. “so… what’s ‘sex’, anyway?” theo raises an eyebrow, curious and confused. simon takes a deep breath, staring at his son in a serious, calm way. “sex is… an intimate moment that you share with someone you trust.” he explains in a non explicit way, smiling softly. “really? so you and mom… you trusted each other.” theo smiles sadly. “actually, it was more than trust. we… we loved each other, which makes the experience even better.” simon adds in a calm tone.

“do you miss having… that… with mom?” theo raises an eyebrow, innocent and naive as always. simon suddenly sighs quietly, the memories eating him alive. “i can’t believe we’re talking about this, buddy.” he lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “but yeah, i miss it.” he pauses. “i miss everything.” a sad smile appears on simon’s lips. theo stares into his father’s eyes. he knows that simon is not okay, but he decides to ignore that and give him a tight hug. “let’s get you back to mommy’s house.” simon breaks the silence, kissing theo’s temple.

a few minutes later, simon and theo are standing in your doorstep. you quickly open the door with a smile, since you were already expecting them. you crouch when you see theo, hugging him while you kiss his soft cheeks. “i’ve missed you!” you chuckle quietly, kissing all over his face. “mom, stop, it tickles!” he chuckles, pulling away from you. simon smiles softly in silence. the loud thunder makes the three of you look at the sky. the rain is just getting worse.

you look at simon. his eyes look like coming home. like listening to an old good song after months without listening to it. “hi.” you greet him, smiling. “hey.” simon smiles back, his fingers interlocking with your strands, caressing your head gently. “he already had dinner. and he also showered.” simon tells you, just like always. most of your conversations with him are like this. you nod with a smile. “um, you should come in. it’s raining too much.” you look at simon with a an awkward smile, making him chuckle quietly as he shakes his head. “it’s fine, but thanks.” he says, looking at you. “seriously, don’t drive right now. don’t make me worried.” you reply, touching his arm in a friendly way. simon seems to be hesitant.

“please, dad. stay a little longer.” theo grabs simon’s hand, pulling him inside. simon could never deny his son, so he gives in, clearing his throat before looking around your cozy living room. the living room that was once his, too. it’s a bit awkward to realize that he let you stay without even thinking twice, while he had to buy another place to live. “make yourself at home.” you say the magic words and simon feels that pain in his heart. this is his home. or used to be…

“can i get you something to drink?” you ask with a weak smile. “i’m fine, thanks.” he smiles back and you nod. simon takes a seat on the couch, theo throws himself beside his father. before you could sit next to theo, he leaves the couch to give attention to the puzzle on the ground. you and simon look at each other with a soft smile. you sit next to simon on the couch, making sure to keep a certain distance. “so, did you guys have fun?” you ask with a playfulness in your tone. “of course, mom.” theo chuckles, focused on the puzzle. simon chuckles too, his gaze shifting from theo to you.

“hey, can i talk to you about something?” simon asks, laying his arm lazily on the couch, his body turned towards you. you swallow hard, nodding. “sure. what is it?” you smile nervously. “tell claire to stop talking about sex in front of my son, for fuck’s sake.” simon laughs quietly, touching your hand and squeezing it in a playful manner. your cheeks get instantly red. “w-what? i mean, how… how do you know it’s claire?” you seem embarrassed at first but you end up laughing, slapping simon’s thigh.

“i know all of your friends, idiot. only claire would talk about such things in front of theo.” simon laughs again, making you laugh even more. “i already told her, alright? she’s impossible, i swear…” you smile playfully as you shake your head. “oh, i can tell.” simon mutters in a joking tone. you raise an eyebrow at him, mockingly. “she’s so blunt, it’s funny.” he adds, chuckling.

“she really is. remember that time when you first saw her? it was right in the beginning of our relationship, we had just started dating…” you say with a nostalgic smile. simon’s attention is fixed on you, a laugh wanting to leave his throat because he knows exactly what you’re talking about. “fuck yeah… she said: oh, honey. this isn’t your boyfriend anymore, it’s ours. i couldn’t believe my ears when she said that.” simon completes, laughing out loud, just like you.

“oh my god… i was so embarrassed. i felt so bad for you.” you mumble between chuckles, grabbing simon’s arm in a playful manner. “i was willing to break up with you, she almost scared me off.” simon jokes in a teasing tone, chuckling. you roll your eyes with a laugh, pushing him away. he laughs, adjusting himself on the couch. you stare at his lap for some reason, maybe because you just had flashbacks of the two of you having some late night fun on this couch. simon raises an eyebrow at you, clearly judging your malicious stare. you shy away.

the tension is too heavy when simon sighs quietly, staring into your eyes with so much longing that it almost hurts. he misses you like crazy… but then his brain reminds him that your boyfriend is probably upstairs, waiting for you, as he lays down on the bed that you used to share with simon. suddenly, he gets mad. he gets mad because that stupid boyfriend of yours doesn’t deserve you. he can’t even handle being with a woman like you. simon clears his throat uncomfortably, trying his best to ignore his intrusive thoughts.

“mom, did you tell dad about your wedding?” theo breaks the silence while focused on his puzzle and the world stops. simon holds his breath for a while, staring into your eyes as if he’s pleading to hear that this wedding thing is a joke. he feels like theo’s words opened an unhealed wound. he sighs quietly, looking away. the realization hits him. so you weren’t bluffing when you said that you were actually willing to marry your boyfriend. your eyes are filled with despair as you notice simon’s reaction, you can almost hear his heart shattering. “i’m so happy for you.” he finally says something, but his words are meaningless, shallow. he leaves the couch so he doesn’t have to be near you.

“w-wait, where are you going?” you stand up too, grabbing his arm. “i’m going home.” simon replies with a fake soft smile. you can see in his eyes that he’s devastated. “simon, just… stay. let’s talk.” you swallow hard as your touch stays on him. “i think we’re both done talking.” he replies in an annoyed, upset tone, still faking a small smile. “no, simon. i know you…” you insist in a frustrated frown. “don’t leave me in the dark, alright? please. your opinion matters to me.” your voice breaks a little, already fighting the urge to cry. simon has that pain hidden in his face, that you only saw when he was right on the edge.

“what do you want me to say, y/n? do you need my approval, is that it? don’t you think i’ve had enough of your bullshit already?” simon asks with an extreme frustration in his tone, a hint of betrayal. you hold eye contact with him in silence. a silence that’s too loud. you lick your lips nervously, swallowing hard. “i need… i need you to be okay with this. i need to hear you say that i won’t hurt you if i marry him.” you say in a whisper, your eyes tearing up.

simon sighs heavily, looking away in disbelief. he takes a step back. “oh, you want me to be okay with this? you must be out of your goddamn mind.” simon says with a hint of sarcasm. “i can’t keep doing this, y/n. i can’t keep getting in the way of your new love life, just because you want me to. stop relying on me to make decisions that i don’t have the power to make. i’m so fucking tired of having to watch you give all of your love to another man, right in front of my eyes.” simon stares at you with a certain anger as he comes closer again, grabbing the back of your neck with both hands. he’s tearing up. “can’t you see that?” he whispers, almost begging.

“you ended me the night you asked for a divorce instead of trying to make things right again, because you know damn well that i was more than happy to fight for you. for our marriage.” simon’s tired eyes are still on yours, just like his hands on the back of your neck. “so yes, you will hurt me if you marry him. after all we’ve been through… you betrayed me. i spent years loving you, treating you right, taking care of you, helping you through tough times… just so you could change your mind about us and fall in love with someone new in less than a year.” his chest tightens with his own words, pure betrayal consuming his veins.

“all i ever wanted was you, with all of your qualities and flaws. i wanted my son to have both of his parents living under the same roof. but maybe i asked for too much.” he says, a hint of disappointment in his low voice. tears start running down your cheeks and he sighs tiredly, wiping your tears away, again. “you see? you break me in half but i’m always the one to put you back together somehow, when your boyfriend should be doing it. so look me in the eyes and say that he deserves to be with you. say it. you can’t. because it’s my hand you reach for when you’re falling apart.” simon adds, kissing your tears away. it catches you off guard.

you can’t seem to have the strength to answer, so you just stay silent, feeling the safe warm feeling of his touch on you. simon stares into your eyes, waiting for a response. “y-you don’t understand, simon…” you mutter in a shaky voice. his hands are shaky too. he closes his eyes for a second, feeling even more frustrated and desperate with your words. his pleading gaze fixed on you, his chest rising up and down.

“you don’t seem to understand how this breaks my heart, love. you haunt me. i search for you in anyone, anywhere. i search for you in my empty bed, in the passenger’s seat of my car. in the grocery store, by my side, reading our grocery list out loud. i search for you when i’m out with our friends, when i’m at my mom’s and she asks how have you been, when i’m watching our favorite movie with theo for the thousandth time.” he swallows the lump in his throat. you close your eyes, you can’t handle it anymore. “god knows i even miss your toothbrush next to mine.” he chuckles quietly and sadly, making your heart break.

theo stares at his parents with sad, guilty eyes. but he knows that this seems to be a conversation for adults, only. so he stays quiet, turning his attention back to the puzzle. “you said you wanted my opinion, so i’ll give you just that. i want you to be happy, with or without me. if you’re sure that he’s the one for you, marry him. don’t let me hold you back.” simon’s voice is trembling, he keeps holding back his tears, he needs to sound firm and reassuring. “i’ve got you, always.” he adds and you sob uncontrollably, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

you hide your face in the crook of his neck while he strokes your waist gently. “i… i can’t live without you.” you whisper against his skin, almost begging for him to keep getting in the way of your new love life. simon sighs heavily. “you don’t mean that, love. you were the one who decided to live without me in the first place.” he places a bitter kiss on the top of your head. simon hates the fact that you make him weak to the point where he doesn’t even mind being raw and vulnerable. you know all sides of him, anyway. just like he knows all of yours.

“dad, please…” theo mutters, making the two of you stare at him with surprised eyes. “just tell her.” he turns his gaze towards his parents, holding back a cry. simon immediately walks towards him, crouching in front of the kid. he feels terrible for having that type of conversation with you in front of his son. theo starts crying quietly, making simon widen his eyes with a certain despair. “h-hey, kiddo, it’s okay…” simon picks him up, hugging him tightly. “i’m so, so sorry. i shouldn’t have said all of that in front of you, i’m sorry, buddy.” simon strokes theo’s back, kissing the top of his head.

you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, trying your best to stop crying. you have to be strong for your son. you walk towards them. “you always make her cry, dad…” theo mutters with a sob and simon’s heart and breathing stop for a moment. “theo, baby, no… it’s not like this at all.” you stand up for simon, caressing your son’s wet cheeks. “your dad is… the most caring, lovable person in this whole world, okay? don’t ever say that again.” you plead him, kissing his forehead. simon feels like shit.

“he’s a liar… he said that you’re still his love… that he misses everything.” theo says in a low tone, touching your face. simon sighs heavily with a defeated frown. you look at simon in silence, speechless. “enough, theo.” simon says in a more firm tone. he puts his son back on the ground, crouching in front of him. simon looks theo in the eyes, grabbing his shoulders gently. “sometimes love is not enough, but you’re too young to understand that.” simon completes, caressing his son’s cheeks.

theo stares at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for your response to his father’s statement. but you never open your mouth. “i already told you, mommy’s in love with someone else and that’s okay. that’s life. people come and go, right? just like waves. you know when we’re at the beach, swimming in the sea? the waves, they come and go.” simon smiles softly at him, kissing the top of his head before standing up. theo looks at you, disappointed.

“i-i do love you, simon.” you grab his arm, getting a little mad at his statement. “don’t say that in front of our son.” you scold him with red, puffy eyes. “you know exactly what i meant.” simon bites back, almost in an angry whisper, touching your arm briefly. “just be happy, alright? but don’t you dare be happier than you were with me. do this one thing for me, love.” he adds as a single sour tear runs down his cheek. he can’t hold back anymore. simon runs his fingers through your hair gently, while more tears start filling up his eyes. he breathes out, placing his hand on the back of your neck.

you’re staring at him as if you’re screaming i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for punishing you for things you never did. he pulls your face closer to his, leaning his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, so you can’t see how betrayed he feels in the corner of his eyes. “you broke me like your promises, but just between us… you’ll never be unloved by me. you’re too well tangled in my soul.” he whispers, being completely honest. you sob, speechless. then he kisses you. it’s not a passionate kiss. it’s a sad, tender, salty kiss. it’s the last kiss. it’s the closure kiss, for him.

this is the night in which simon finally sets himself free from the bitter embrace of your ghost. he officially gave up on you, for good. and you can feel it too — in the way he breaks the kiss without even looking at your face. he even seems a bit disgusted. simon pulls away from you, walking towards the door without looking back. now you feel cold without his body to make you warm. “i’ll pick you up at school tomorrow, kid.” simon mutters to theo in a defeated cold tone before leaving your house.

your love maimed him so excruciatingly well that suddenly he feels like a soldier who’s returning half his weight, waiting for his lover’s deadly kiss to put him in a never ending sleep.

#call of duty #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon riley angst #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut #simon riley x y/n

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mikichko · 9 days

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⛔ this blog is 18+ !! minors and ageless blogs please dni ⛔

have some brainrot: adoptive parents ghoap

soap and ghost who are officially out. both from the military and to their families. they don't really care about the world. respectfully, fuck those cunts

married, with a house, and a fully adopted kid. a bright, spunky, amazing little five-year-old who fits right into their little family. they love him to death. dote on him in their own special riley-mactavish way.

the problems arise once their little bairn gets enrolled in school. the first few weeks go by fine, adjustment period and all. but once he's past it, the calls start coming. and after the calls there are meetings. conversations carry on for weeks on end, with no resolution in sight.

aggressive, they call him. a distraction, says another. they use the word dangerous to describe the sweet little boy sitting just outside the door. their sweet little boy. the same one that hides behind simon's leg whenever they pass a dog that's just a tad too big on the street. who licks the back of the spatula after johnny finishes mixing color into frosting.

and it's not like they were unaware of his history. they knew his mother had been abusing substances all throughout her pregnancy. knew what the state of the home was when child protection services rescued their little boy. they were well aware of what could come from it all.

what they weren't aware of was the absolute disdain that adults, more importantly, those tasked with caring for children, would have towards him. anger and disgust directed at a child who wasn't even at fault for the circumstances that led him there. just casting him aside, labeling him as defective from the beginning without even giving him a chance.

until you pop up of course. directing a particularly nasty look at the balding man who called their boy dangerous.

"he wouldn't be reacting like that if he didn't have external factors agitating him david." you speak his name as if forming each syllable was the single most disgusting act of your entire life.

the man doesn't hesitate to snarl back at you, some lousy excuse of how the world will have plenty of external factors agitating him. he simply can't coddle a child when the world won't do the same.

you claw at the armrests, glaring at him as you push yourself forward and speak through gritted teeth, "he's a goddamn child. we are the ones tasked with prepping him for the world. how the hell do you expect him to adapt if we don't even give him the skills he needs to do that?"

baldie revs himself for another go at you but the headmistress interrupts, guiding the conversation away from your tiff. the boys don't miss how you push your glasses up your nose with your middle finger. all while holding eye contact with the bald dickhead in the tweed blazer.

the conversation carries on and unceremoniously lands on the same conclusion it always does: the behavior needs to be curbed, otherwise he won't last here much longer.

they've already reigned themselves to the fact, already looking up the other schools in their area, when you stop them, holding the door as the last staff member slips out of the room.

"mr. and mr. mactavish," soap stifles a snort, "I know for a fact that conversation was completely unhelpful. frankly, a waste of your time. but I'd like just another moment with you two if that's okay with you?"

they nod, moving to sit, but you don't follow. instead, you poke your head out the door, "hey Z! So sorry you've been waiting so long buddy. I just have to talk to your daddies for a few more minutes. that alright with you?"

that makes both of them straighten. addressing him directly, not just speaking at him, while letting him know of the situation and asking for his permission? not something they'd seen from any of the school staff before.

they hear his small "yes ma'am" through the open door and you shoot him a smile before closing it. you sit yourself down in front of them, opening up a folder, "apologies again for that lot of clowns. they seem to forget that we don't come out of the womb with the emotional regulation switch flipped on"

simon grunts but it's johnny who speaks up, "didnae know youse were running a circus here."

you snort, "definitely making fools of themselves. can't say i've any tricks to make myself look as goofy as them. but," you pause as you rifle through some papers before your eyes light up, "I do have spreadsheets and timesheets!"

you lay out two stacks in front of them, "i've been tracking Zach's behavioral changes along with what we deduce were his triggers on these sheets," you tap the left most stack of blue papers, "and his medication dosage along with the time taken here."

you fold your hands, giving them a moment to absorb the information you've dropped on them. it's meticulous and incredibly well-documented. the behavioral outburst sheets even have the times and dates for each occurrence. you've also added little notes for many of the incidents. there's a 'fuck david' that you'd tried to scribble out but were not fully successful in doing so.

ghost rubs a finger across the inky mess, "he talks to you about his fits then?"

"aye, he does sir. it takes a bit of time but we manage to work through it. usually a drink of something cold and a snuggle with something soft seems to do the trick."

"oh did ye find that out on your own? am sorry. should have sent a note," soap apologizes as he rifles through his papers.

you wave him off, "no need mister mactavish. your boy is very good at communicating. it seems that the adults here just have a hard time listening."

"now," you reach across the table handing them identical sheets, "I'm thinking that both of you want to stop these oh-so-lovely monthly chats. and this," you tap your third identical paper, "is the solution for this."

"it's a joint emotional management endeavor, carried out both at home and here at school. you and your husband would be the primary handlers at home and I'll be the handler here. it's a multi-week program with a focus on reaction handling after a triggering event and exercises he can enact when overwhelmed"

there's a bout of silence as the two of them absorb everything that you've handed them. no one else, aside from family, ever offered this kind of care and handling for their boy before. to know that there's been someone not just looking out for their baby but researching ways to help him? it stirs something in both of them.

"why're you doin' this?" ghost scratches out.

you tilt your head, "mister mactavish, i'm an educator. but above else i'm a caretaker. i'm with these children almost as much as they're with you. it's my job to help shape and mold these children into the best version of themselves they can be."

"i happen to think that little boy out there deserves a chance to show the world how good he is. don’t you think so too?”

#.txt #.mine #.ghoap #.ghost #.soap #i started writing this at 11 pm and just kept writing for an hour #HEAVILY inspired by a little baby i had as a computer science teacher #i loved that child so much #and i’m so happy to know he lives in an absolutely loving home #ghoap x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost #soap #simon riley #john mactavish #ghost x reader #soap x reader #ghost x soap x reader

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 4

Last episode ended with Simon coming home to a smashed window, this episode starts the morning after, Simon takes the bus to school, while Wilhelm is anxiously waiting for him.

Culture: At a high school level in Sweden, there's national tests in Swedish, English, and Math. Like everywhere else, the purpose of these tests is not only to grade students, but to align all schools across the country to combat grade inflation.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent is trying to cheat by looking at Nils' answers.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent draws a dick in the gravel while waiting for the others to be done with the test.

Subtext: This entire episode is overflowing with examples of privilege. For Vincent, and many other rich kids like him, studying and learning doesn't matter, they'll graduate regardless, so he doesn't care about the exam, he only cares about the graduation party.

Cinematography: Even with Felice and friends being completely blurred out in the background, you can still see Stella and Fredrika turning to look at Sara, and then turning their backs on her.

Culture: In the US, a lot of people are using "socialism" as a catch-all phrase which means politics they don't agree with, regardless of its actual ideology. Likewise, in Sweden, a lot of people use "communist" in the same way about generally left-wing politics, which is what Vincent is doing here.

Subtext: Wilhelm asks Simon if he can reconcile the conflict of dating a royal while being anti-monarchy, but the real question is of course if Wilhelm can reconcile the conflict in himself.

Subtext: This is where the show's political stance shines through, and this argument, that Wilhelm wasn't allowed to choose his life for himself, is the main argument they're gonna use in the finale.

Subtext: Wilhelm is weakly defending the monarchy, but just ends up repeating what his mother told him; it's a privilege, not a punishment, but does he believe it himself?

Subtext: The letter-to-yourself plot is mainly there in order to help August along his redemption arc, but here the show is using it to reinforce the point of the previous scene. Who does Wilhelm want to become? Does he have a choice?

Culture: In Sweden, Säkerhetspolisen, SÄPO, is the government agency in charge of national security, which includes providing security and assigning bodyguards to the royal family.

Subtext: Note the great use of passive voice here by Farima to avoid taking responsibility for the decision to force August to join the birthday foundation event. She's also expertly bargaining with Wilhelm to get what she wants.

Subtext: We know it was the far-right assholes who posted comments to Simon's videos a couple of episodes ago.

Blink and you miss it: Jan-Olof really perks up when Linda talks about moving to Gothenburg, because that would probably mean the end to the relationship between Wilhelm and Simon, which would solve all of his current problems.

Subtext: Like Farima, he bargains with Linda and Simon to get what he wants, for Simon to stop posting things to social media. It's almost as if their strategy was to do nothing at the start, waiting for things to blow up so they could swoop in, help out, and start making demands in exchange...

Blink and you miss it: The option to inactivate and hide your social media account is right there, but of course Simon has to choose to delete everything, because it will cause more drama and anguish.

Blink and you miss it: Fencing! Woohoo! I did fencing for five years as a kid until 8th grade or something, but I only did foil, and not épée like these students. I have absolutely no idea where these two are coming from or going to though, where would they practice? Is there a hidden fencing hall somewhere on the grounds that we haven't seen yet? How many kids at Hillerska are fencing? Also, he's carrying a practice blade and not an electric competition blade, so that checks out. Of the three types of modern fencing, épée is unique in that the entire body counts as a valid target, while in foil only the torso counts, and in sabre only the upper half counts. Oh wow, it looks like the gear is now wireless and every fencer carries their own indicator lights. Cool! Back in my day you had to be strapped in with a cord for competitions.

This tumblr is now about French School fencing. Allez! Touché!

Subtext: The narrative is that it's perfectly ok for the crown prince to be gay, as long as he's not gay gay.

Culture: The show keeps saying this, but in real world Sweden it's no longer the case. Supporting los jibbities is viewed as a completely mainstream and inoffensive opinion, on par with supporting human rights in general.

Subtext: Another example of privilege is being in a position to do a lot of good, and then just not caring about it. Simon is fighting for the causes he believes in, so seeing Wilhelm just casually throw it away is extremely disappointing for him.

Subtext: Unlike Vincent, August is actually a natural leader, someone people listen to, which is why he manages to quiet down the room when Vincent is unable to. Maybe a good quality in a future king?

Subtext: Simon is continuing the argument from before. Wilhelm could have shown solidarity with mental health causes or LGBT causes, but chose not to. However, he immediately decided to join in solidarity with the other rich kids protesting the school rules, which is rather selfish.

Subtext: Colour theory! Sara in purple, because part of the reason she's back at school is that August asked her to? And Simon in yellow, because he sure isn't loving Wilhelm very much right now.

Subtext: Just a reminder that Sara has actually been completely out of the loop since the end of season 2. She has no idea about the school rules, what's happened at home, how it's going with Simon and Wilhelm, or what's happening at school.

Blink and you miss it: Fredrika is so close to stop striking as soon as she's threatened with repercussions.

Subtext: I keep hammering this point home: The culture is in the walls, it's not something some of the kids made up. The visiting alumni were also hazed as new students and kept it going as third years. Same for the parents of all these kids. They're all part of the system, they all kept the cycles of abuse going, because they want the school to be like that.

Subtext: Privilege is thinking you can get things your way with almost no effort. None of these kids have ever struggled or protested something for real and then not been given what they wanted, so they seriously believed they'd win immediately.

Subtext: Another theme of this season is bringing secrets out in the open. We've all seen August struggling with body dysmorphia and an eating disorder since season 1, but no-one has ever called it out and put words on it, until Simon immediately recognizes it and calls it out.

Subtext: ...while the rich kids are just stuck in denial, because eating disorders is for poor people or something, it's not something that happens to them. And if it did, you certainly wouldn't admit it to anyone else.

Subtext: August tries to jokingly fend off Nils because he doesn't want anyone to know that the letter actually meant something to him, until Nils pushes too hard, and August punches him.

Subtext: Vincent talked a big game about striking in solidarity, but when they're caught as hilariously unprepared as they are, they're not pooling their resources in solidarity with each other, and instead resort to selling them to the highest bidder. Capitalism in a nutshell, illustrated perfectly by the behaviour of spoiled rich kids. Also, pet peeve, the English word for the currency of Sweden is "kronor", not "crowns".

Lost in translation: They're actually repeating a single word in Swedish, "svikare", which is pretty hard to translate. The verb, "svika", is a bit worse than letting someone down, but not as bad as betraying someone. The adjective, "besviken" typically means disappointed. So "svikare" means a person who is letting other people down, disappointing them, or betraying them.

Subtext: The culture is in the walls of the place, but the kids are also pretty damn complicit in continuing all the shitty traditions. This looks like a game of strip poker or truth or dare that went off the rails and just resulted in more bullying, with everyone joining in.

Subtext: The other girls are upset with Felice because she broke the code. You don't snitch to outsiders, you don't tell the truth, you keep up appearances.

Blink and you miss it: Henry won the potato chip auction, happily ate the entire bag, and passed out in a chair, clutching the bag. Mmmm, sourcream and onion.

Subtext: Speaking of closing ranks towards the outside, this also applies to this strike. It would be bad PR for the school if anyone outside found out that it happened, so it's better to solve it quietly and discreetly. Vanessa can trust the kids not to snitch. Vincent is also right, the parents, who are paying the tuition fees, are on their side.

Subtext: Felice can't be seen talking to Sara, so she checks that the coast is clear, and then drags Sara into a private bathroom to have their conversation.

Subtext: Likewise, Sara was probably Felice's first real friend.

Subtext: Nice little foreshadowing. I would have loved seeing Simon's drawing though!

Subtext: Well, he could have just made his social media private, but the show has to maximize the drama, so here we are, piling on more examples of how Simon is losing himself to the monarchy, that maybe he can't reconcile the conflict.

Subtext: Erik spent three years living at Hillerska, of course he wouldn't have told his then twelve year old kid brother about all the shit going on at the school. August spent an entire year living with Erik at the school, seeing what went on first hand, so of course he knows a side of Erik that Wilhelm doesn't.

Subtext: August has been trying to keep his mouth shut and avoid Wilhelm, but since they have yet another fight, he decides to drop the bomb about Erik to hurt Wilhelm.

Subtext: Again, the culture is in the walls. This is not something that only Erik's class did, once. It's probably been happening to all the boys for decades. It happened to the current second-year students, it happened to Erik, and lots of students before him who kept this shitty initiation tradition going.

Culture: Let's talk about the gay porn hazing a bit more. To me, this is an urban legend. I heard about it when I was a teenager back in the 90's, but I don't personally know anyone it happened to, or anyone who did it to anyone else. It was always hearsay, it happened to a friend of a friend's brother, or a classmate's cousin's friend or something similar, as is typical of urban legends.

Let's also make one thing absolutely clear: It doesn't work. The homophobic idea behind this shit is that if you are forced to watch gay porn and get a boner, you are gay, and if you don't, you're straight. But that is actually not true, erections don't work that way, and the fear of being found out is quite the boner killer. Also, what if you like guys, but the guys in the porno aren't your type? There's just so many ignorant misconceptions behind this idea.

I've also seen a lot of fan comments that keep playing into this ignorance; that the only reason Nils decided to stop the tradition was because he obviously failed it. Or that the only reason August is against it is because he failed, and the only reason he failed is because he's secretly not straight. No. Remember that the test doesn't work. Nils probably passed, despite actually being gay. August might have failed, despite being completely straight. Regardless of what happened, they both found it humiliating, and that is why they made a pact to stop it.

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sexydoffyman · 4 months

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Your 'brat taming' post was sooo...

I wonder how Simon would react to a Sergeant that gets walked over a bit because she doesn't want to be 'difficult'; would he reward her if she finally stuck up for herself?

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genre: suggestive in the end? action, romance

characters: Simon Riley

A/N: Have a nice read.🪱

You were transferred from a nearby base a while ago. Unfortunately for you, in the base you were currently at were only dudes. Sexual comments were unavoidable, but that didn't bother you. You got used to it.

If it would've only stayed that way.

The harmless comments about your body eventually turned into teases. "You need help carrying that miss?" "You sure you can wake up that early, girlie?" It was a bit annoying, especially with the way they looked at you. But you sucked it up and let them do their thing.

Your ignorance of their attention-seeking behaviour made some of them pissed. Few of them decided to take it up a notch. You got roughly pinned down to a wall. One of them would lick your neck while the other laughed at your lack of strength.

You thought about fighting back, but a little scared voice in your head told you to stay low. If you act all submissive and scared, they will get bored of it. Right?

You were alone in the canteen of the base, fiddling with your fingers. You were afraid to go to your barracks before everyone else fell asleep. A dude walked into the canteen by one of the entrances it had. He slapped the back of your head and called you a waste of space. He left right after, leaving you in a more tense state than before.

From another of the tables, you heard a voice. "You gonna let him get away with that?" You turned to the source of the noise and found that another man was with you there all along. He was just staring at you, watching you the whole time you waited in complete silence. "So?" He broke the silence.

"You see, I'm not strong enough to fight back." You started explaining. He stood up, revealing his massive frame. "You really are a waste of space." He said with a cold tone as he walked out of the canteen.

You felt bad, more like ashamed of yourself. But it is what it is. You waited another hour or so and went to sleep.

The next day was like any other. When you walked into the canteen, you noticed something unusual. No kidding, there was a circle of people watching and cheering. You pushed through the crowd and saw two dudes beating each other's asses.

When you found out what was happening, you tried to get out of there. You didn't want to end up in there yourself. But of course, you just can't have a good day in here. The asshole from yesterday pulled you into the circle. "let's see what's the girlie made out of." He told the crowd like he was showing a trick at the circus.

The next thing he said was only for you. "If you fight, I will fucking kill you." He walked two steps away from you, and so did you. Nothing announced a start. He just punched you in the face with no warning. You fell to the floor. You covered your nose and kept sat on the ground, watching him laugh with the others.

You felt small, and you just wanted it to end. It was just then that you noticed the man who you spoke to yesterday. He was in the crowd, but he wasn't laughing and talking to the other dude. No, he was looking at you. He was watching you like he was waiting for something. You made an expression, showing him your fear.

He sighed and turned to walk away. That is when he heard, "Yo, the girlie is standing up!" He looked back again, and you weren't on the ground anymore. You were attacking your opponent. Without a warning, just like he did to you.

You managed to pull him to the ground and started bashing his face in. You were winning, finally. You stopped with your punches, feeling something was wrong. You turned your head and saw a dude ready to get you from the back. You were fucked. There was no way you could react fast enough. You spotted another two dudes coming from the side.

You were ready to die there. "WHACK" You couldn't believe what just happened. The man you talked to. He just knocked out all three of them. It looked so easy for him. No one even dared to get close. The crowd disappeared one by one. It was just you, him, and four knocked-out dudes.

"I find it inappropriate to call you a girlie." "Oh yeah, call me whatever you want." "My name is Ghost." "Well, it was nice meeting you and thanks for the-" You were cut off. "Meet me at the smoke pit at 0100." "Yeah... and why exactly?" "Might consider telling my captain about you. It is likely we'll be sharing a room very soon.~" He only smirked and left.

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Yearning. [Pt. 1]

Implied Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary - Simon takes user for a walk. Gets a little grumpy.

Warnings - lil bit of angst I guess?, no relationship no smut just friends who think their crush is unrequited, suggestive towards the end

‘Looking up at him, taking in the side profile of his soft-looking, warm pink lips, you’re practically put into a trance, imagining how soft they’d really be.’

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You’re working on finishing up some paperwork for Captain Price, when your thoughts are interrupted by a rapping on your doorframe.

“Kid?” A gruff, British voice mumbles from your open door. Ghost, back from a mission. The mission that should’ve ended almost a week ago.

“Yes, sir?” You respond, spinning your desk chair around to face him.

“Fancy a walk, darl?”

“I’d love that.” You offer him a soft smile, slipping the finished paperwork into the palm of your hand. “Mind if we take a trip to the captains office?”

“Not at all.”

You walk, side by side, in comfortable silence towards Price’s office. Only one or two doors down, Simon halts, one finger sliding into one of your belt loops to stop you with him. Once your footsteps stop echoing, you can hear Price loudly grumbling and grunting, muttering noisily to himself.

“Kid, gi’me that.” Simon mutters, gesturing to the paperwork in your hand.

“What? Why?” You say, getting inexplicably defensive.

“He’s mad. He’ll snap at anyone when he’s mad.” Simon sighs, explaining it to you as if you’re a child.

“So?” You snap, furrowing your brow.

“I don’t want you to get fucking yelled at.”

“Oh.” You murmur, your eyes dropping to the ground. “ ‘m sorry.” You hand over the papers.

“Thank you.” He groans, like he’s tired of you. He’s not, though. He could never get tired of you. “Stay.” He instructs, turning away to step into Price’s office.

“What? Like a dog?” You say indignantly.

“Yes.” Simon says without a moment of thought. You frown at him again, even once he shuts the door of your captains office.

You hear the muffled voices of their discussion.

“The kid had me bring these into you, captain.” Simon says, in his typical, gruff, Simon-y voice.

“She has you doing chores for her, lieutenant?” You can practically hear the raised eyebrow in Captain Price’s tone. “I told you, Riley. You’re damn whipped.”

Simon exhales so loud that you can hear it from outside the room, followed by the captain dropping the stack of papers onto his desk.

“You’re dismissed, lieutenant.”

He doesn’t respond, instead immediately walking back out to you.

“I stayed.” You smile. “Like a dog.”

This draws a chuckle from Simon, as he steps closer and ruffles your hair like he’s patting a dog. “who’s a good girl?” He says, completely deadpan. Quickly, he realises his words, but you don’t seem to have a reaction, other than giggling.

So you keep walking, him leading the way, occasionally looking back to check that you’re still close.

Eventually you round a corner, pushing open the doors that let you out into the fresh and chilly night air. Simon leans back against the wall as soon as the two of you step out of the door, his arm slinking around your waist to stop you from moving ahead. He pushes you back against the wall, forcing you to stand beside him.

Shifting to face him, you raise an eyebrow. The action is pointless, as he’s looking down and rummaging through his pockets. He pulls out a lighter and a box of cigarettes, lifting the hem of his balaclava up over his chin and lips, showing off his sexy, sexy well-kept stubble.

“How was your mission?” You offer blandly, unable to bear the quietness of the night. “Took longer than you said.”

He puffs out a cloud of smoke, tilting his head back “Was alright. My back hurts like a bitch, though.” He inhales on his cigarette before blowing out the smoke. “We got the location wrong at first. Needed t’ relocate. Tha’s why I was gone so long.”

“I missed you, Si..” You say, the emphasis on the emotion in your words a little heavy. Looking up at him, taking in the side profile of his soft-looking, warm pink lips, you’re practically put into a trance, imagining how soft they’d really be.

“I missed you too, darlin’. I know I’m not good with the emotional stuff, but I really did miss you. I need you to know that. I care about you, kid.” He mutters, loosely draping one of his arms around your waist and clumsily pulling you to his chest.

You accept his ungraceful attempt of a hug, gently wrapping your arms around him, like if you move too fast you’ll scare him away. Eventually, he gives you a couple pats on the back and releases you, and you take that as a sign to move back to your position beside him.

Simon stands next to you, sharing a comfortable silence as he breathes in on his cig and breathes out the smoke. Eventually, you kneel down on the ground, and he takes your sign of boredom as a segue to ramble on about the mission, blah blah Soap was annoying blah blah Price is no fun, so on and so fourth.

“It’s freezing out here.” You whine and pout after a while of him going on and on about details you wouldn’t care to listen to if he was talking about them butt naked covered in oil.

Simon looks down at you, taking in the sight of you on the ground, before he pulls off his black ribknit long sleeve and drops it in your lap. You pull it over your head. It was slightly loose on him. it is incredibly baggy on you.

He starts up a one-sided conversation about a night at the bar he had with the task force, occasionally interrupting himself to offer you a cigarette, but each time you just noncommittally shake your head.

As time goes on and it dwindles into the night, you become increasingly aware of your own tiredness and boredom. You miss the times where you and Simon weren’t really that close, and you’d have to carry every conversation.

“Help me up?” You say, looking up at him from where you kneel on the ground, with soft and heavy-lidded eyes.

He looks down at you briefly, before immediately tilting his head back, the further back part of his scalp resting against the wall. “Bloody hell. Don’t look at me like that. Christ.”

“Like what..?” You murmur, in a sad, pathetic tone of voice, as you place a hand on the wall to help yourself up.

“Like y’re about to fuckin’..” Simon groans, interrupting himself. “Suck me off or some shit.” He grunts, his eyes rapidly roaming the area. Focusing on everything but you.

You’re about to pull yourself to your feet, but something stops you. You look back over him, your eyes ending at his face. “Do you want me to?”

Simon sucks in a sharp breath. Yes. He stops himself from shouting out yes. He grits his teeth, still not meeting your eyes, refusing to do so much as look in your direction. “Goodnight.” He grunts, pushing the doors open and walking inside, letting them blow shut behind him.

“Your shirt?” You call out weakly.

“Keep it.” He calls out, his typicalally gravelly voice gravell-ier than usual as he desperately wishes his quarters were closer.

That night, you sleep in nothing but your panties and his shirt, diving into your imagination as you’re smothered by his scent.

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annymation · 4 months

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The Kingdom of Wishes- A “Wish” Rewrite

Chapter 13- Magic Mirror

Chapter 12

Asha is now sitting on the hand drawn bed that she drew with her magic pencil the previous night. Staring at the 7 teens in front of her, she looks at them completely stunned.

Asha was about to open her mouth to ask a million questions, such as how did they get there? Are they okay? Do they believe her now? Is the king dead?

(Man, if you've been missing the past few chapters this all must feel pretty weird huh?)

But she doesn't have time to say anything, as Dahlia rushes over and hugs her tightly:

"WE'RE SO SORRY WE WEREN'T THERE FOR YOU!!!" The girl's scream echos around the cave, she speaks quickly and on the verge of tears "We were so scared- and and Magnifico was looking at us like he was gonna cut off our heads if we said something! BUT THAT DOESN'T JUSTIFY IT! I should've spoken up for you! I'm the worst friend eveeeeeeeer!" Dahlia says dramatically.

Bazeema, Hal and Dario come in for the hug too, Bazeema being the next one to apologize

"I know it's not much, but I brought an apology gift..." she whispers shyly, while reaching inside a bag she's carrying, and takes out a plant, composed of small star-shaped blooms that cluster together to give the illusion of a single flower "A hyacinth, your favorite... They also symbolize the desire for forgiveness."

(Yeeeeeah remember back in chapter 2 when Bazeema made a garden of purple hyacinths as a birthday gift for Asha? Yeah... It was aaaaaall foreshadowing that eventually the 7 teens would ask her for forgiveness. All details in this fic are foreshadowing! Also I just love flower symbolism.)

Asha takes the flower and smiles softly while the four hug her.

Gabo is standing next to the bed with his arms crossed. He interrupts the sweet moment:

"For the record, back at the plaza I tried to throw a rock on Magnifico's head SEVERAL times, but Mr "respect the corrupt authority" here kept stopping me." He says, pointing at Simon with an annoyed expression.

"Uuh yeah I did, because otherwise you'd be executed for treason, you're welcome." Simon says matter of factly, he looks even more tired than usual, after all he and the others have walked through the woods the whole night to find Asha.

"I would've died a happy man." Gabo says with a cheeky smile.

"You're not a man, Gabo. You're 17." Simon, the 21 year old, says sounding as tired as he looks.

"I would've died a happy boy." Gabo corrects himself with the exact same tone and cheeky smile.

Asha giggles at that, and she finally opens her mouth to say something "I don't blame you guys for not standing up against the king... Simon has a point Gabo, Magnifico is really REALLY dangerous." Asha warns.

Hal leaves the hug and speaks sarcastically with a smile:

"Yeah, we could tell heheh! Next time you find out that the kingdom is ruled by a two sociopaths, just let us know, okay? We can handle it." She finishes with a wink.

Dario looks surprised by that comment and comunnicates in sign language: "Wait, we can? I've been freaking out about it the whole way here." He still has a dopey smile while signing.

"Speaking of which... HOW did you all get here?!" Asha asks them, baffled that they managed to travel so deep into the woods.

Dahlia is more calm now, as she explains with a knowing smile:

"Let's just say we got help, from a little someone who's reeeeeally good at finding you anywhere you go."

"I told you guys I could find her!" Exclaims a little kid's voice coming from bellow the bed.

Asha is confused as she crawls on the bed to see where the voice came from and-

"Valentino?!" Asha exclaims with her eyes wide.

The goat is as happy as can be, looking up to her with his tail wagging.

"Hiiii!" The little goat jumps on the bed and starts licking Asha's cheek " I'm so happy to see you! I explained eeeeeeverything to them, so they'd come with me!"

Asha hugs Valentino, happy to see him... But not understanding how is the goat talking again.

"I- I'm happy to see you too Val... But... Aster, I thought you said Valentino couldn't talk anymore."

Aster, who has been floating around watching the conversation with a pleased smile, flies closer to Asha and explains:

"It's simple really! Some of my magic stayed inside him. That time, he REALLY wanted to say thanks to you. Now, he really wanted to tell your friends that you needed help, so my magic was re-awakened, ain't that right lil buddy?" Aster asks the goat with a cheerful smile.

"Maaa!" Valentino bleated in confirmation... Aaaand now he doesn't need nor want to talk anymore, so he went back to normal.

(This is still THE idea I'm most proud of in this whole rewrite, I unlocked talking goat on demand.)

"I see... So did Valentino really tell you guys everything?" Asha asks her friends with an awkward smile, hoping the answer is yes because it's really a long story.

Dahlia confirms that Valentino did indeed tell them everything, by saying "You mean how the king and queen have been changing people's wishes for years?"

"And when you found out, you ran away and wished upon a star?" Bazeema continued, while looking at Aster with a shy smile.

"And the star... Or rather, "Aster" here, answered?" Simon finishes the train of thought, looking at Aster with a... Suspicious glance.

"YUP! Look's like you guys are all caught up!" Aster says excitedly while floating around the cave.

Hal already seems to like the star boy's energy as she begins to introduce herself "Well, it sure is great to finally meet the guy who protected our girl back there, pleasure to meet you, Aster! The name's H-"

"Hal Diallo, right?" Aster interrupts with a smile as he shakes her hand, his smile widens once he does so, since he's seeing Hal's star.

Hal is surprised that he knows not only her name but also her last name.

Aster then proceeds to list all the others while pointing at each one "And you guys are Dahlia Hayashi, Bazeema Latif, Gabo Brandt, Safi Ayad, Dario Allegri and Simon O'Donohue... Did I get all those right?" Aster asks innocently.

(And yes, I did research all those names to fit with each character cultural background, except for Simon's that is from the movie. Yes, I do have a lot of time in my hands.)

All the 7 look at the star in shock but then slowly turn to Asha in confusion, Asha looks at them with an awkward smile. So Gabo promptly asks:

"Geez Asha, I know you like us a lot but did you really tell everything about us to star boy over here?" He asks in a cynic tone.

Aster quickly corrects him "Oooh no no no you got it all wrong ha ha! I know you guys because I've watched everyone from the sky." Aster laughs it off a little more.

"... THATS SO MUCH WORST!" Gabo exclaims looking actually scared this time.

Asha intervenes while getting out of the bed "Ooookayy this is a whoooole other can of worms that we don't have time to get into right now!" She says, referring to everything she learned about Aster the previous day "All that matters is that Aster is here to help us defeat King Magnifico and Queen Amable, and save everyone." Asha says confidently while holding Aster's hand.

Aster's stary freckles begin to sparkle when he notices she's holding his hand.

Gabo begins to to ramble in his usual sarcastic tone "Oh really? Awesome! Wow! Mind explaining HOW, exactly? Because although we didn't stay to watch the fight 'cause the rain started triggering Safi's allergies-"

"It's true, you know how bad it gets, we ran away as soon as it started raining." Safi interrupts, speaking for the first time.

(This is my way of saying they didn't see Magnifico almost break Asha's wish by the way.)

"Yes, yes we know how bad it gets Safi-" Gabo looks at his friend frustrated, not liking to be interrupted, even though he interrupts people all the time "Anyway- Although we didn't stay to watch the fight, word of mouth says that shinny pants over here got tossed around by Magnifico like he was a mouse being chased by a cat."

"He was more of a snake, if you ask me" Aster says with a shrug, and proceeds to talk confidently "And by the way, I certainly was no mouse, I was the one who won that figh-"

"Wait..." Asha interrupts the star as she remembers what Aster told her yesterday... She turns to Dahlia and quickly holds her friend by the shoulders as she pleads desperately "Please- Please PLEEEEASE tell me that lightning killed him!"

Dahlia looks like she really didn't want to bring the bad news, but she says it anyway "Uuuum... Well, yes-"

"*GASP* WWWOOOOO-" Asha jumps with joy, throwing herself on the bed with her arms up and a huge smile on her face.

But then her celebration is cut short by Gabo being his straightforward self:

"For like 5 minutes, then the queen did some creepy stuff and brought him back from the dead."

Asha and Aster both looked at him in shock, Asha slowly lowers her arms as she asks:

"... She did what now?"

"I've heard she gave him a true love's kiss... Would be quite romantic if it wasn't so scary" Bazeema says in a whisper.

Both Asha and Aster seem very disappointed by this, Asha remains in silence kinda just processing it, while Aster thinks for a moment before he states casually:

"... Well that's just cheating" Their arms are crossed and his mouth has a pout.

Gabo begins throwing some harsh reality as he speaks frankly "Yeah but that's how it went twinkle star, because guess what? Those two are CRAZY POWERFUL. And as long as Magnifico has that magic of his, there's nothing we can do, none, nada." Asha looks very frustrated with those words "So we might as well get comfy living in the woods from now on. Get used to the humidity, Safi." He says as he also lays next to Asha on the hand drawn bed.

As if on cue with the comment about humidity, Safi let out a sneeze

"ACHOOOO! Sorry..." Safi says while itching his nose... He thinks for a moment, and an idea seems to cross his mind as his eyes light up "I think... The king might have weakness though." Safi says raising his finger with one hand while itching his nose with the other "... But it's just a theory, maybe I'm wrong."

"ANY clue might be great help for us, Safi. Please, what do you think?" Asha looks at her friend in the eyes with a hopeful expression.

Safi looks back to her, her words encourage him to tell his friends a secret he has been keeping in for a while, he takes a deep breath before saying

"Alright... Last year, my mom asked me to help her at the castle-

We cut to a flashback sequence where we see Safi and the same cleaning lady from chapter 8. They're dusting off a fancy room in the castle.

"She needed my help because they were short staffed that day, and the king really wanted the castle spotless. Then he came in, complaining that my mom didn't clean his bedroom yet or something... I didn't pay much attention, but I did notice he left his magic staff leaning next to a wall... I got curious, I wanted to take a closer look at it, so I walked towards it while pretending to dust off some furniture. But when I got too close to it... Some ACTUAL dust got in my nose. I tried holding it in but...

"a- A-AAAACHOOOO!"

I sneezed on his staff and knocked it over. Magnifico immediately heard me and RAN to catch the staff before the gem touched the floor, and he did it just in time. I was relieved and so was my mom. I even laughed a bit thinking he would too... But he didn't... He looked at me in the eyes like he wanted to kill me then and there. He grabbed me by the scarf and lifted me off the floor a little. He yelled to my face:

"YOU INANE, FILTHY LITTLE BRAT! YOU ALMOST COSTED ME EVERYTHING!"

I was so scared, I tried a apologizing but that seemed to only make him angrier... My mom only watched nervously from the side. Then, a hand touched his shoulder... It was Queen Amable. She looked at him worriedly, and he looked back to her, I couldn't see his face... And just like that he let go of me and left the room without a word. Then the queen smiled to me, like what just happened was no big deal

"Please do forgive the king, my dear. He has been under a lot of stress lately, that's all... But you shouldn't be here in the first place, now, should you? No, a castle is no place for children. So how about you run along and enjoy the rest of your day, hum?" She placed a finger on my lips as she said with a sweet voice "And we'll keep this as our little secret, won't we?"... All I could do was nod."

The flashback ends.

We cut to all the other teens staring at Safi with expressions of both surprise and pity.

Aster's is floating in a sitting position with his legs crossed, he looks very sad.

"... Why didn't you tell us?" Asha asks, sounding heartbroken that the king and queen treated her friend that way and he had to keep that pain in silence.

"Probably the same reason you didn't tell us when you found out about their secret... I was scared." Safi said quietly with a sad expression, Asha nods in agreement "Also my mom told me not to gossip..." Safi adds quietly.

Dario comes over and gives Safi a hug.

"Heh thanks bud." Safi says, feeling relieved to let all that out.

Gabo, as always, ends the sweet moment by saying bluntly "Ok so we all agree the staff is like, his achilles heel, right?"

"... Yeah, if not breaking it was so important then why would he run to catch it when he could just use his magic to make it float?" Dahlia ponders.

"Because he can't do magic without holding it... " Aster answers, with an expression of realization.

Asha also has that same face of realization as she says "... Of course! None of the kings that came before him even had magic staffs, they could do magic with their hands alone... Magnifico DOESN'T know magic!" A smile forms on the corner of Asha's lips, it's almost comical how every aspect of that man was a lie all along.

"Soooo if we break that gem on his staff" Aster says with a huge smile while flying closer to Asha's face, his hair shinning brighter and brighter.

"He will be powerless." Asha finishes his sentence, looking at Aster in the eyes with a determined smirk.

"Uuuh that's great but... How are we supposed to break it?" Simon asks confused "Even the literal STAR here couldn't use his powers against the staff's magic, so what are we supposed to do?"

Aster turns to Simon with a confident look "Yeah sure, it was too much for me to handle... On my own." He turns to Asha for her to complete his point.

Asha get's up and makes the bed that she drew return to her sketchbook, surprising the rest of the teens.

While she does so, she finishes Aster's point:

"But together... We can fight."

She uses her magic pencil to draw some drums.

And we transition to the song:

What We Know Now

Lines in Purple- Asha

Lines in Red- Dahlia

Lines in Yellow- Safi

Lines in Blue- Hal

Lines in Bold Orange- Gabo

Lines in Green- Simon

Lines in Pink- Bazeema

Lines in Bold Yellow- Aster

Lines in Bold White- Everyone

(Lines between parenthesis- Me)

(Asha begins to draw some drums with her magic pencil, making them fly out off the page. Aster immediately gets her idea and begins to play the drums as the instrumentation of the song.)

… We've been deceived That royal pair are not what they've claimed to be They're more vicious than I could have ever comprehended When I made a wish and Aster came down This is not what I expected or intended But now that it's happened I don't regret it

(She begins to sing turning to her friends, her expression is bold. As she says the line "When I made a wish and Aster came down" the two of them share a glance, with Aster smiling at her as he plays the drums, and she looks at him with a warm smile.) 'Cause now I've seen Them show their true colors, in shades of green Saying that your wishes aren't safe because of me and That's a lie, lie, lie, lie. And now we know how we'll get the upper hand

(Aster uses their light to reflect on the gems inside the cave, creating the figure of Magnifico and Amable on the walls, that turn from blue to green. As Asha says the last line she raises her hand to the sky and starts walking out of the cave, with her friends following her to the forest.)

… If it's not us then who and when? If we don't fight they know they'll win Not allowed Knowing what I know now The lengths they'll go there's no amount I won't sit back watch this play out That's my vow Knowing what I know now

(She marches with them to the clearing in the forest, pushing the tree branches out of her way, some birds fly off the trees upon hearing her sing. As they reach the clearing, she turns to her friends to know what they have to say... Dahlia is the first one to step in)

… Get up, yah! No, I'm not the only one that's (yah) Fed up (yah)

(Dahlia walks to be next to Asha as she raises her hand to the sky with every "yah", motivating their friends even more)

… Wait 'til they hear our feet go dun, dun, dun, dun (yeah)

(Safi sings as Dario grabs one of the drums that Asha drew and begins playing it at the "dun dun dun" part. Dario may not be able to sing but he helps Aster with the instrumentals.)

… I don't think they'll be prepared for what's coming

(Hal sings her line with a passion, as she extends her hand forward to call the others to join their hands together in a group circle)

… A revolution hit the ground runnin'

(And they do so, then they raise their hands together, and with that we transition to Asha making a drawing of the castle that turns into a miniature, for them to plan how they'll get in.)

… If there's one thing they can't keep down Uh-huh It's us and the strength we've found It's too loud (loud) Knowing what we know now (knowing what we know now)

(Asha then draws little miniatures of her friends and Aster, they all come to life and get in position on the castle as the group begins to formulate their plan)

… And who, who knows if we'll succeed?

(Simon looks unsure, as he holds the little miniature of himself that Asha drew.)

But we- Won't stop and we won't retreat or turn round

Round

(Gabo notices the fear in his friend's eyes and offers these words of motivation)

Knowing what we know now Knowing what we know now

(They all sing together with Asha... All except Simon, as we see a shot focusing on him a bit far away from the group, smiling at them singing, but his eyes give away how he's trying to hide from the others how he's unsure if they're doing the right thing.)

… Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Hoo-ha-hoo-ha-hoo-ha Hoo-hoo-hoo

(We get a sequence showing small glimpses of the group making their plan, and we can see time passing as we transition from early morning to mid afternoon)

… Can they tell what we're becomin'? (Hoo) Hear it in the way we're drummin' (hoo) I was sweet but now I'm something else (oho) Yah, yah, yah, yah! (Hoo-hoo)

… Ain't it nice of us to drop in (hoo-ha) To take what's ours to take it back in? (hoo-ha) They think we're nothing (hoo) But we're something else! (Ha) Yah! (Hoo)

(In this sequence, the group already planned everything. The gang dances together, as Dario is now the only one on the instrumentals, Asha drew a bunch of drumming instruments for him to go crazy with... But the camera suddenly moves up, as we focus on Aster looking at the castle in the distance as the sun begins to set, and the star sings his verse.)

… I've seen too many bad things that I can't keep count (The sky) And land now both unite To fight (fight) Knowing what I know now Knowing what I know now (hoo-ha-hoo)

(Aster refers to all the bad things he has seen them do while he was in the sky, as well as all the bad things he could see inside Magnifico with his eyes. His expression as he sings is bold and serious, as if he can't stand all the injustices he has seen.)

… They shall see all of your stars (We are) Aligned by your own scars So profound (Ahh) Knowing what I know

(He's flies down and begins to sing looking at all the other teens, referring to THEM as stars, that have been aligned to fight this battle because of the scars that the king and queen caused)

… I know (hoo)

… I know (ha)

… We know now (hoo)

… Knowing what we know now

(And the song ends with them striking a group pose)

...

So we transition to the castle, as we get a scene of Magnifico and Amable in the throne room, with 4 guards lined up in front of them.

"So let me get this straight..." Magnifico speaks to the guards with his voice filled with frustration, as he's sitting on the throne with his hand on his forehead "After searching THE WHOLE NIGHT, none of your troops could find any sign of that girl, nor the star?" He glares at the guards in front of him.

The guards all seem nervous, but one steps in to say something

"W-we went as far into the woods as we could, your highness... But there were some setbacks."

"Setbacks?" The king pronounces the word like it disgusts him "What kind of setbacks are we talking about here?"

"Last night when we were searching... Some of our men could've sworn they heard voices and whispers, the likes of cursed spirits..." Another one of the guards begins to explain, he sounds frightened.

"I've heard some say that the trees attacked them!" Another guard adds in, also sounding just as scared

"And I experienced the most unbelievable thing!" Finally a third guard starts telling what he saw, and we get a quick flashback

We see the guard at night searching through the woods.

When suddenly the ground beneath him starts to shake and... A giant flower sprouts out of the ground and closes it's petals with him inside...

Our perspective in the flashback changes to Aster hiding in the branches of some trees, giggling quietly as the guard screams for his companions to get him out.

(So yeah, the whole night Aster was messing with the guards by asking the animals to whisper creepy things and giving life to the trees and so on... The Peter Pan vibes in him keep growing.)

End of flashback.

And we cut to Magnifico staring at them shocked, not shocked that those things happened, oh no, he knows exactly what those things really mean... He's actually shocked with how incompetent they are.

Magnifico stays silent for a moment... The guards are all standing up stiffly, waiting for what he'll say next.

"... he he ha aHAHAH AH HA AHAHAHA!" Magnifico lets out a laugh that echos through the room, the guards look nervous. The king turns to the queen sitting next to him, she's staring at the guards with a cold expression. Magnifico talks to her like he just heard the funniest joke in the world "Did you hear that, my sweet? Hah ah They retreated because of- aha hah- some scary little whispers, moving trees and a FLOWER! HA!-Ha ha ha-" The king's genuine sounding laugh descends into a fake, deep one, as he stands up holding his staff tightly. His expression is twisting from a smile to a furious scowl-

"You FOOLS!"

Using his staff, Magnifico attacks the guards with a lightning spell, the guards manage to escape it just in time. As they look to their king in horror.

"IDIOTS!"

He does so again, the four men are now running for their lives to the exit, but Magnifico slams the door shut with the snap of his fingers.

"IMBECILES!"

He summons a third lighting strike that barely misses them, as they're now cornered against the wall.

Magnifico marches towards them, his face is red with rage while his staff is glowing green, ready to attack them again at any moment.

"That was THE STAR'S magic! THAT MEANS HE WAS NEAR YOU!" He hits the staff on the floor, creating a loud clang of the metal against the marble, the white floor is now cracked. "WHY did your captain not alert me about this?! I gave him a mirror PRECISELY for him to tell me about ANY SIGN OF THE STAR!" The king exclaims to the four men cowering in fear in front of him.

His voice is loud but it's not hysterical, it's a booming and commanding tone that demands respect and attention.

They remain silent, trembling in their armor.

"WELL?" He insists for an answer to his question, threatening to attack them again.

One of them spills the beans "I- I heard a rumor this morning that he lost the mirror!..." The man immediately covers his own mouth, realizing what he just did.

Magnifico turns to the guard that said that, his face relaxes as he says "... Oh did he now?... How unfortunate." his voice sounds calmer now, but the sense of uneasiness is palpable... his staff stops glowing. "Well then. Congratulations men, it seems the captain's position will be vacant very soon." The king speaks calmly as he starts walking back to his throne "Who knows, if you don't disappoint me any further, one of you might even take his place."

The guards all shiver at that, not sure if the king means their captain would just lose his position... Or worse.

"That will be all for now. Dismissed." The king snaps his fingers and a large door opens, allowing them to leave. The four guards bow down before rushing out of there. Once they're out, Magnifico snaps his fingers again to close the door. "... UUUUUUGH What's the use of ruling a kingdom when you're surrounded by idiots?" He slumps down on his throne, sounding miserable as he vents to his wife.

The queen holds his hand, her previous serious expression is gone, replaced by a passionate gaze "Patience, darling. We'll have our star sooner than you think, I just know it." She says soothingly.

He kisses her hand before saying "So do I, my love... But you were right, as always. We can't rely on others to even tell us where that blasted star is. It's true what they say: if you want something done right, you must do it yourself." He gets up from the throne and starts walking to the exit "I'll go to the forest to get them myself." He stops on his tracks for a moment and turns back to his wife with a pondering look "Hmm... Say dear, would you prefer that I brought the girl dead or alive?" He asks her in a loving tone.

"Alive, I could use a test subject for my potions, but either way would be lovely." Amaya responds, smiling wickedly.

"Then I better be on my wAAY- " The king almost trips over on something when he was walking to the door, he looks down and it is- "BRAVO! Watch where you're going you little devil!" Magnifico berates their lynx.

Bravo looks up to the king unbothered by the screaming, and it seems like he did it on purpose, not to stop his owner from going out though... But because he wants to show them something.

The lynx let's out a growly meow as he looks to the king and starts walking to another room, after taking a few steps the feline stops and looks back at the king and queen, as if to ask if they're coming with

"... It seems he has something to show us." The queen says while rising up from her throne to follow her pet.

The king raises one eyebrow at that, not quite sure if that's worth his time. But he follows along either way.

The two royals follow their pet up the flight of stairs, until they reach the king's study next to the wishes room.

And on the table, they see a hand mirror, that looks just like the magic mirror from Beauty and The Beast. It's glowing with a green light.

"OH! So I guess he didn't lose the mirror after all. Well done, Bravo." Magnifico says as he pets the lynx's head, Bravo seems pleased. "Now, let's see if we get some good news today."

The king holds the handle of the mirror and begins to speak with whoever is trying to get in contact with him

"About time, O'Donohue! So, have you found the star ye-" The person trying to speak with him comes into view in the mirror, we're not seeing who it is yet, only the king's face of surprise and confusion when he sees who it is "You're not the captain..."

We still only focus on the king's face, as we hear a familiar voice coming from the mirror:

"Erm no... I'm his son, actually, I'm sorry for stealing this from him but... there's something I think you should know."

The king looks intrigued at the mirror, he's ready to listen.

...

And we cut to another scene-

(*Jumps on screen* I MIGHT write a small bonus chapter just to show you guys how THIS conversation went, because if this was a movie then we wouldn't see it, but I want you guys to know SIMON IS NOT A TOTAL JERK AS HE SEEMS! So like, if you guys really want it, I'll write a bonus scene showing what Magnifico and Simon talked about, like a deleted scene of sorts! Okay moving on!)

It's evening time, the sun is almost completely set. And we're back to the forest.

We see 6 of the teens, Asha and Aster all together around a camp fire, sitting on logs. There's a small pot above the fire with some mushroom soup that Dahlia prepared, she brought the pot it in her bag, and the other teens also brought bowls and eating utensils with them.

Asha has an empty bowl of soup next to her, she's already done eating. She's now focused on trying to draw something on her sketchbook, not paying much attention to what her friends are talking about. Valentino is sleeping next to her.

Meanwhile, Aster is staring at her with what can only be described as a teen absolutely smitten, resting his head on his hand as he admires her.

They're also “wearing” their human disguise, so he looks 3D like all the others, if it wasn't for his fancy looking clothes he'd blend right in with all the other teens.

The other teens are all sharing stories and venting about how they've actually always had their grievances with the king and queen, but they never told anyone because they thought others would think they were ungrateful.

"-And then, it only took me messing up my juggling act ONCE and the king howled with laughter, but he never laughed at all with my actual jokes- UGH I've always felt there was something off about him." Hal vented to her friends about her experience as one of the court jesters look.

"You think that's bad? I've lost count of how many times I've seen them complaining about my dad's food." Dahlia said while eating her soup with an angry face... But then she starts smiling as a joke comes to her head "Sometimes I felt like asking THEM to try cooking something for once... But I’m pretty sure if Magnifico got near an oven he'd self combust hahah" She laughs at her own comment

The others chuckle as well

Bazeema shyly chimes in with her own story "Once, my mother accidentally planted red roses in the garden, when the queen specifically asked for white ones, so my mom painted all of them white in secret, and the queen actually believed it hihihi" Bazeema giggles, finding the situation really absurd.

"... Wait, wouldn't that kill the roses though?" Asha asks, taking her face off her sketchbook for a moment.

"... Unfortunately, it did, but my mom said it was better to sacrifice some roses than to upset the queen." Bazeema explains a little sad for the roses "I managed to save a few of them though." the bashful girl adds with a hopeful smile.

Gabo cuts in with a smug look "Ya know, since we're competing to see who had the worst experience with the monarchs-"

"It's really not a competition." Safi corrects him

Gabo ignores him and continues to say casually "I'm pretty sure I heard Magnifico killing someone in the dungeons once."

Everyone turns to look at Gabo with eyes wide as tennis balls.

"... I’m sorry, you heard what?" Aster asks, in the same position he was sitting when staring at Asha, but with his head now turned to Gabo.

"Killing: The act of un-aliving something that was previously living-" Gabo proceeds to define the meaning of the word, like the star doesn't know what it means

"Wha- I- I know what the word means!" Aster says, annoyed that Gabo thinks he's THAT innocent.

"Sorryyy, I just can never guess what your galaxy brain knows and what it doesn't, few hours ago you asked what was the meaning of the word "Revolution"" Gabo said sarcastically.

"Ummm how about you stop mocking Aster and get back to what you were saying about the king, I feel that's kind of a big deal." Asha said seriously, placing her sketchbook next to her.

"Oh yeah, right right *ahem* this one time when I was a kid, I stole the dungeon's keys from my dad, cause I wanted to see how it was down there, ya know? Just give it a quick look" Gabo smiles as he starts narrating like he's telling a scary story "Then, I heard someone screaming behind a door, and I could see some green light coming from the keyhole, just like Magnifico's magic... then all of the sudden- CRACK" Gabo says loudly, scaring everyone, specially Bazeema "I heard the sound of something breaking... And the screaming stopped." He says sinisterly.

(Keep in mind the teens left when it started raining at the plaza, so they didn't see Magnifico almost break Asha's wish, had they seen that Gabo would probably connect the dots that what he heard was not a murder but an inmate having their wish broken)

"... You're making this up to scare us, aren't you?" Dahlia asks with an unimpressed look.

"NOPE! It's all true. I ran out of there so fast I almost lost my shoe, and I've been keeping this inside me for years. Joking about it is just how I cope." He explains quickly as he shrugs. He then turns to Dario with a smug "What about you D? Your dad's the royal announcer right? Did he or you see something you shouldn't?" He asks like he wants to hear more gossip.

Dario's face turns sad as he looks to the side, then he just signs:

"I rather not talk about it."

"Understandable, then how about you Si-" Gabo looks around and notices that there's only 8 of them in the circle

(ONLY?! Uhum, like coming up with dialogue for 8 people is easy, It's really not!)

"Hey, where's Simon? Did he even eat?" Gabo asks everyone.

"Sleeping, of course, he's inside the cave, has been there for a while in fact." Dahlia says pointing at the cave they were in up the hill.

"Ah, I should've guessed" Said Gabo rolling his eyes.

"Someone should go check on him before we're out of soup though." Asha mentions, worried that he doesn't have enough energy for when they go enact their plan.

"I'll get him!" Aster says excitedly, as he morphs from his human disguise form to his 2D animated real form, and starts floating so he can get there faster "Be back in a flash."

Aster flies to the cave quickly, when he's about to get in-

"AAAH!" Simon was already walking out of the cave holding his pillow close to him, he get's startled by the wishing star flying towards him.

Aster stops flying just in time before crashing on Simon "Oh good, you're awake! Come on, you should go eat with the others, can't break in a castle with an empty stomach, am I right? Hahah I wouldn't know though, I don't eat." Aster giggles.

But then they pay more attention to Simon's face and realizes... He doesn't look like he got any sleep at all, in fact... He looks scared... And it's not just because Aster just startled him.

"Hey Simon... You look kinda shaken up, did you have a nightmare or something?" Aster ask concerned.

Simon looks away from Aster, as he just holds his pillow tightly and starts walking to where his friends are "Nope, you just scared me. I'm fine." he says with his usual monotonous tone.

Simon is walking ahead while Aster is following him. Aster looks sad, he has been sensing that the gentle giant doesn't like him for some reason, he thinks for a moment, and an idea pops in their head:

"Ya knooow, if you're having trouble with nightmares, I can actually make dreams! If you'd like maybe I cou-"

"NO" The young man says sternly without looking at the star.

Aster is taken aback by that... He doesn't understand why Simon is acting so weird.

Simon takes a deep breath before he turns back to look at Aster, with a calmer tone "Sorry... I just-... I just really don't want you in my head, okay?" Simon says with a concerned look.

Aster thinks he understands the issue, Simon is just shy and the star has been breaking the "personal space" boundary that Asha told him about.

"Ooh I get it, you want privacy! Thats totally fine! Tell you what, I swear to you I won't use the magic in my eyes to look what your soul desires, deal?" Aster says reassuringly, hoping that'll make Simon like him more.

Simon just turns away from the star and says "... Deal."

Then he just walks to be with his friends.

Aster doesn't quite understand what's up with Simon... But it's probably just a human thing he doesn't know about yet.

The two join the others at the camp fire.

"Well hello there sleeping beauty, did prince sparkling wake you uuuup?" Gabo jokes as the two join in the circle.

"Will you ever call him just "Aster"?" Asha asks him while still trying to draw something on her sketchbook.

"As long as I have star related puns? Probably never." Gabo says with a cheeky smile.

"*sigh* Fair enough" Asha says smiling at her friend, knowing that's just how Gabo is. She then turns to Simon "So, did you sleep well Simon?"

Simon just sits down smiling as Dahlia hands him a bowl of soup

"*yaaaaaawn*... Not much actually, but I'm fine, don't worry. Promise I won't pass out during our plan... Heh heh" He says with an smile... That looks quite forced.

"He's totally gonna pass out guys, we're so screwed." Gabo jokes and a few of the teens snicker a little.

Hal is one of the ones who laughed a bit but still she stands up to defend Simon "Aw come on Gabo, don't be like that, yeah Simon may be a sleepy head, but he always been there to help us out when we need him, right big guy?."

Simon gulps his own soup with the face of someone who knows they've made a huge mistake.

"T-thanks Hal..." He smiles to her "Though I really wish I could do more t-"

Asha suddenly takes her face off her sketchbook to ask "Hey, by any chance did you girls bring a mirror?"

Simon almost chokes on his soup "MIRROR? HUH?? HOw-" He coughs a bit and tries asking more calmly "I mean haaha why would you need a mirror NOW, Asha? hah ha"

Asha and the others look at him confused by his weird reaction, but she brushes it off as Simon just being tired "I'm trying to figure out a way to draw myself perfectly... Call it a plan B I have in mind, for emergency." She winks as she shows some drafts of herself on the pages of the sketchbook. "But I'm not sure if they look quite right, I've never been that good with self portraits."

Hal has a big smile as she says "Heeeyyy I think I saw a river back there, you should try looking at your own reflection on the water!" she says, pointing to where she saw the river.

Asha smiles to her friend as she gets up "Great idea, I'll be right back. And after Simon is done eating and you guys get all your stuff organized we can get started on the plan." She says confidently

"Yeah yeah yeah best friend, go on! Go over there and draw your beautiful face, you can do it!" Hal pretty much rushes her to leave. And as Asha walks away Hal says quietly while looking at her get into the woods"... Aaaaaaand sheeeeee's faaaaaaar enough?... YUP" Hal jumps to sit next to Aster and asks "Alright Aster, come on, when are you telling her?"

Aster was distracted playing with the fire on a stick, but once he hears that he turns to Hal in confusion "Huh? When am I telling her what?" He asks curious tilting his head to the side.

"The thing anyone with eyes can see, you’re in love with her." Hal says with a smirk.

"............ I

WHAT?!"

Chapter 14

Final Thoughts

Guess what song we're getting neeeeeext!

Oooooh writing the 7 teens, how I’ve missed you, I love them so much! Poor kids went through so much.

Gabo is definitely the one I like writing the most, you guys can probably tell, I just love his sense of humor.

Can I just say that the funniest thing I ever came up with in this rewrite is that the answer to how they can defeat Magnifico COMES FROM SAFI??? LIKE?? THE CHARACTER THAT HAS HAD THE LEAST LINES AND ONLY PERSONALITY TRAIT IS SNEEZING??? THATS THE ONE WHO SAVES THE DAY?!? HECK YEAH!

That part when Magnifico is yelling at the guards is a DIRECT reference to the scene in Sleeping Beauty when Maleficent screams and zaps her minions with her staff by the way, like, the words “Fools, idiots, imbeciles” are exactly what she said. Magnifico is now a lot more of a short tempered kind of villain like Hades, while Amable is more like lady Tremaine or The Evil Queen, always cold when around others. But just you wait when they reencounter our heroes, oh the evil levels will go through the roof.

And I’m sure you guys are wondering what’s the heroes plan, right?… Yeah you’ll see :)

…. Oh and I need you guys to know that EVERYTHING bad that happens with our heroes from this point on is HIS fault, not mine!

👇

Thank You for Reading!

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iheartchv · 3 months

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your cod matchups are the cutest!!! idk if you’re still doing them, but if you are, i’d like to request one

i’m english, i speak english and french, i think i’m an infp? i’m 5’10" with curly blonde hair, i’m SO flat (but i love my little tits), i’m a waitress in a spanish restaurant and basically any sport in the water is my fav. i teach kids to sail sometimes 😋 n i like 60s/70s music

i feel silly trying to sell myself but that’s about it, i love my friends but i can’t go without time on my own else i think i’d curl into a ball and cry, and today my friend said that walking into a room where everyone has fainted from carbon monoxide poisoning and saying "just open a window?? it’s not that hard??" is "such a [me] thing to do" whatever that means lmao

and i’m really bad at deadlines

your blog is so good xoxo

//thanks ;;v;;/ 💋❤

🤔 I pair you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

You two are opposites of the same coin

I think Ghost would end up falling for you

He may act like he isn't interested

And he may come across as arrogant/very cold/uncaring

But that's only at first

Over time he will find ways to spend more time around you

Aaaand he might not be as harsh on you like is with anyone else, you may notice

If that isn't enough, he's always catching glimpses at you, only to look away when you look his way

Same with you

When you look at him and then he looks your way, you can't help the blush on your cheeks

However, Ghost will tease you

Thats his way of trying to flirt, I guess?

Under his mask he'd be smirking

You can hear it in his voice

"What're you staring at, love?"

"Cat got your tongue?"

Low soft chuckles...

His laugh would make you melt

Ghost likes your taste in music

While he might listen to hard rock, metal, he'd listen to 60s and 70s music with you

He likes your humor as well

Deadlines?

Maybe he can help

And give you an award system of some sort? 😈🙈

When he knows for sure he likes you, he will tell you

And if you accept his feelings for you, you give him a kiss on his masked cheek

Around you he'd be blushing... under his mask ( until he trusts you completely to have his mask off around you )

When you're out, you can count on him to keep you safe

He won't let you go, won't stop holding your hand or holding you by the waist

He'd protect you with his life

When deployed, and then comes back after months, he'll give you plenty of hugs and kisses

Words of how he missed you and wants to be with you

He'd even slip an 'I love you' in between❤

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lunar-years · 9 months

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T! From your latest ask game post.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? **

i'm very certain i've rambled on about most (all?) of these before, lol. But here is my truth:

General character stuff -

Jewish Roy Kent!! The O'Sullivan-Kent's are mixed faith

Roy and his sister were perhaps close when they were very small but not so much once Roy moved to Sunderland. They didn't reconnect until around the time she got pregnant with Phoebe, then became incredibly incredibly close during her contentious divorce, when Roy was the first and best person to show up for her.

Keeley's parents are divorced. also she definitely has major mommy issues and i think that's under-explored!

Jamie's dad came back into his life when he was pre-teen (i don't have an exact age but to me it was somewhere between like. the ages of nine to twelve). Old enough to already be putting himself on the football map, locally (enough for James to have taken notice, anyway) but young enough for James to have made the very deep impression on him and to hold the type of influence over him we see reflected on the show.

Simon came into the picture several years later when Jamie was an older teenager (16-17) and he and Georgie didn't get married until Jamie was playing (semi-)professionally

i feel sooooo strongly that he hasn't told a soul about that trip to Amsterdam until he tells Roy in s3. i know some people think he would have told his mum and i respect that but also. i couldn't disagree more, lol.

speaking of mummy, I also think the closeness we see them have in s3 is somewhat of a recent development. They were definitely that close when Jamie was young, but as is typical with having an abusive parent, I don't see how his relationship with his dad wouldn't have tainted his bond with his mum. To me there is a lot of things that were left unsaid between them, on both sides, for a long time, and I think the s1 bonfire scene really reflects that strain. not to say they were totally estranged, but I do think there were a few very rough years in there where jamie barely talked to her. and they reconnected around the time of the break between s1 & s2 when Jamie was back with Man City. now they're extremely extremely close.

jamie works with kids once he retires from football!! i'm not too particular as to what capacity but perhaps my favorite is that he coaches youth football at the Academy level. Like, maybe the U15s or U16s. young teenagers whose lives he can make a real difference in. just...jamie getting to be the mentor and influence for them in the way he wishes he had at that age. ahhhh.

ot3 stuff:

ot3 all have strained (at best) relationships with their parents, but in completely different ways. they all adore Georgie and Simon though and love making time to visit Manchester

they do NOT have kids ❌ Miss Keeley Jones is not EVER willingly getting pregnant i can tell you that much for damn sure

i'm ride or die ot3 and this is kind of irrelevant in a poly scenario but re: marriage none of them would change their last names i firmly believe this

look. it's not that jamie and keeley CAN'T cook. but if roy is willing to make them the majority of their meals. and do it better than either of them ever could. who are they to stop him?? (lowkey keeley's cooking IS tragic though, lol)

simon teaches roy how to bake. then they force Georgie, Jamie and Keeley to "judge" their creations as if they were competing on bakeoff. this is like. an ongoing event. there are multiple occasions, maybe once a year or something, and roy and simon spend weeks planning what they're going to do for it every time.

i think they keep their relationship a secret until Jamie retires. of course there is a thriving in-verse rpf community, lmao.

perhaps controversially i don't think they'd tell the whole team. I love it in blissful and happy and fluffy fics though :) And obviously, i think roy and jamie love the team very much, but i still think they'd only explicitly tell like, rebecca, the coaches, and then Jamie would tell his closest few friends on the team. everyone else kind of figures it out over time, though, they aren't as subtle as they think they are, but it's not really talked about? it's more like an open secret.

they have a closed poly relationship because at the end of the day they are all possessive and none of them are open to sharing with anyone but each other, lol. also like. even keeping up with two partners can be a logistical nightmare. who would have the time for more? keeley runs the calendars.

sex: Roy and Keeley switch. Jamie is mostly a sub but willing to try basically everything and anything once. also what they get up to is generally very kinky and very sex positive and most importantly they have LOTS of fun <333 the details of that would take up another 12 paragraphs but you know. i think the fandom is mostly in agreement with this lmao.

** maybe not so much ~die defending~ because if people have different opinions i definitely do not care, y'all do you. but these are the ones that are so tried and true in MY brain that if i read a different opinion or a fic featuring a contradicting viewpoint... It doesn't matter how much i enjoy it or even love it... I am still filing that away as an AU in my brain even though it's like, totally NOT 😂

#im sorry this is so longgg #i think about them so much #ted lasso #royjamiekeeley #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #asks #ask games #thanks for asking

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Death Note AU - Where is the Justice except it's about the corruptness of Mayor Bourgeois, and how Ladybug and Cat Noir aren't doing their jobs to properly punish those who cause akumatizations. I can see Miss Mendeliev being the teacher and the Science Kids being his fellow classmates in the song.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Now, if you’ll turn your pages to- *A crash is heard outside* Uh, okay! Everyone, you know the drill. Stay calm and stay inside while Ladybug and Chat Noir handle things.

Simon: Sure, teach. Sure, we let them handle things like they’ve been handling things for half a year now.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Simon-

Simon: No! No, I’m gonna say it. I truly thought things would be different with superheroes. Especially two that are close to our age, but now? Things seem to be worse!

Cosette: Hell yeah! Akuma victims are treated like pariahs, and what have those two done to stop it? Not only that, but they don’t do shit about the people who maliciously cause Akumatizations.

Ismael: Know what? They’re right. Bob Roth, Chloé, the mayor, Bustier, and every other bastard like them! Ladybug and Chat Noir say they’ll defend us, but I still don’t feel safe. I don’t feel safe expressing my emotions or getting mad at people who piss me off becuase it’ll just come back to bite me in the ass.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Listen, class. While those are well meaning arguments, I… Our current system is what it is. We have law and justice, but… But sometimes… It doesn’t always work out in everyone’s favor.

Marc: … Wouldn’t you argue that law and Justice are two completely separate things?

Mme. Mendeleiv: … I suppose. They’re certainly two sides of the same coin.

Marc: Really? It seems more like we’re binding two separate things together.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Well, then… What are your thoughts on the heroes and our current justice system?

Marc: … Where is the justice

When the guilty all go free?

Why don't we lock them up

And throw away the key?

Mme. Mendeleiv: I see a young man's anger burning in your eyes

Marc: What you see is my impatience

With your noble compromise

Show me what's right about

The wrongs that we allow

Citizens need to feel

Protected here and now

This whole damn system's broken way beyond repair

“Heroes” don’t know law and order

Don’t know good or treating us fair

Mme. Mendeleiv: Laws are made for everyone

Most are treated all the same

Marc: Till a rich man’s tricks can fix the blame

What about the victims

Waiting for some justice?

How can the heroes turn away and say

To not get upset next time?

Science Kids: Do they see the families

Hiding in their houses?

Marc: All of them afraid to walk the streets at night

Worried they’ll be in an Akuma’s sights

Tell me, where is the justice?

If there's any justice?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Your simple arguments

Have all been made before

The world's not black and white

The choice not "either-or"

Marc: Perhaps it's time

We drain the color from it then

Till we're back to seeing black and white

And wrong and right again

Mme. Mendeleiv: Overwrought pronouncements

Won't improve the paradigm

Marc: Till blue bloods cutting deals becomes a crime

Science Kids: Let a so-called hero

Choose who’s ally or foe

Marc: And only hold us accountable

When we get Akumatized!

Science Kids: Let the rich and famous

Get away with murder

Marc: Every time Hawkmoth

Strikes and we’re scarred for life

No one cares for our strife

Tell me where is the justice?

If there's any justice

Science Kids: Tell me where

Marc: Where is the justice?

Science Kids: Tell me where

Marc: For all the victims

Science Kids: Tell me where

Marc: Where is the justice?

What good is law that won’t

Punish those who make it?

Cosette: The heroes keep

Promising salvation all day long!

We look to them with hope

But it seems we were wrong!

Jean: They keep condoning loopholes

For the laws to fall between!

They should let some good old-fashioned pay-back

Grease the wheels of the machine!

Marc: Isn't everybody sick to death of all this stuff?!

Can't we all stand up and say enough?!

Mme. Mendeleiv: Have I taught you nothing?

Have you lost perspective?

You'd bend the law until it breaks

And tell yourself it's right

Marc: Do they see the families

Hiding in their houses?

All of them afraid to walk the streets at night

Worried they’ll be in an Akuma’s sights…

We must give them their justice!

Science Kids: Where is the justice?!

Marc: We owe them some justice!

Science Kids: Where is the justice?…

Where is the justice?

Mme. Mendeleiv: … *Sighs* Let’s continue the lesson.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marc anciel #science kids #mlb au #death note au #death note the musical #musical #answered ask #ask me stuff

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H&L first draft (4k words)

Remember this was supposed to be a four-part little story in the beginning and then it turned out to be something more. I found this little thing in my google docs and I just wanted to share the first draft with you. This takes place after the first chapter and they have the movie night then, not 7 chapters and 70k later, oops)

Now, Simon is sitting next to Wilhelm at Manor House, their shoulders are brushing and his side is tingling from the touch alone. He doesn't have a choice but to sit with him because that is the only place available. It is not like a punishment, of course. Deep down inside, he is over the moon to see that he has to sit there. He is playing a dangerous game. He could have easily changed seats with Sara but he doesn't. Wilhelm said he saved this spot for him, but he was probably kidding, right?

They are watching a horror movie now. Wille clutches to his leg after a jump scare. This party prince who gets into fights in bars is scared of a movie? He can't believe he could be this cute. It was one fight, though, if he was being fair. Simon realizes that what he knows about him and what they say about Wilhelm in these newspapers and on TV are not completely true. He has been so judgmental toward him since the beginning. But he can't trust people easily; life didn't teach him otherwise. So it is understandable.

Wilhelm leaves his hand on his leg and glances at him briefly before turning back to the movie. Simon is almost sure Wilhelm doesn't care about the movie at all. Is he nervous too? Then he brushes his pinkie with his, turning to look at him in the eye again with the cutest smile. He doesn't stop the motion. Can someone forget how to breathe? That doesn't seem possible but Simon can't be sure now.

Wilhelm keeps eye contact and holds Simon's hand in his, intertwining their fingers. He still pretends to watch the movie. He keeps brushing Simon's hand with his thumb. It all happens so fast but Simon can't take it anymore. He is going to fall hard if he doesn't do something. It is not something he can afford. He will be left with a broken heart after all.

Simon gets up and leaves again. It is too much. It probably doesn't mean anything to Wilhelm anyway. Simon shakes his head and laughs to himself. Of course, something as simple as handholding doesn't mean anything to him. Simon is the only one who reads too much into things. A simple glance, a cute smile coming his way, the way Wilhelm always takes the seat closest to him, the way he listens to him so attentively when he is speaking. It all must be for the show.

He goes and sits on the window sill, opening the window all the way. Wilhelm comes after him after only a few minutes. To say that Simon is surprised is an understatement.

"Are you okay?" Wilhelm asks tentatively.

"Yes. I just wanted to have some fresh air." he lies, sitting still, not moving to look up at him.

"Are you sure?" he asks again, Simon stutters because he is not okay. He is scared. Very scared. And it is too late anyway. Wille rubs his knee briefly and pulls his hand as if it were burned, his eyes going big at the touch.

"Was that too much? Did I cross a line?" he asks with a panicked face. He retreats a few steps back, to give Simon some space. Simon already missed the proximity. And he is taken aback, too. He kinda guessed Wille was not what he seemed anymore. He is actually so sweet and thoughtful. He might not be the entitled prince Simon thinks he is. He seems so, at least.

He is trying to form an answer, to say that he didn't cross a line and Simon wanted to hold his hand too. He didn't know it but he, deep down, wanted Wilhelm to follow him here.

He wants to tell him he is scared and Wilhelm is not exactly reliable. He doesn't want to be a fling. Okay, maybe the prince is attracted to him but that doesn't mean anything. He wants to say he is wary. He is the party prince, for all he knows. He can't trust him yet. He wants to say it without sounding so hurtful. He doesn't want to stop talking to him. Wilhelm mistakes his silence for something else.

"I am sorry. I thought... I am so sorry." Wilhelm says and turns to leave.

"Wilhelm." he calls after him. And he stops in his tracks but he doesn't turn around yet.

"Let's forget about what happened earlier. We can start over. We can be… We can be just friends." he says.

"You want to be friends?" Wilhelm asks.

"Yeah, why not?"

"I don't want to be your friend, Simon." he says flatly. Does he sound so hurt? No, he doesn’t. There is no way.

"Okay." he says. He regrets having ever suggested it. Of course, he doesn't want to be his friend. “I wasn’t expecting you to be.” Simon says sadly. “I knew it. I knew you just wanted to hook up and now you don’t have it your way and you act like this.”

“What,” Wille stutters. “I just wanted to hook up with you? Is this really what you really think of me?” Wille asks and his voice sounds so broken and agitated.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

"You really don't get it, do you?" Wilhelm asks, shaking his head in disbelief and hurt.

"What?"

"You really don't." Wilhelm says, trying hard to believe it. "You were right about one thing. I was being so delusional. You were just being friendly and I thought… You still call me Wilhelm. What was I thinking?" he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

"That's your name. Everybody calls you that." Simon says, confused.

"Exactly. Everybody calls me that. You are not everybody. But that doesn't really matter anymore." he says sadly.

"What are you saying?" Simon asks.

"Nothing. Good night, Simon." he says and he leaves. He leaves for the first time without waiting for a reply. Simon wants to stop him. He can't. He just looks at Wille's retreating figure. He doesn't understand anything right now. He should go after him and demand answers. What did he mean? What does Simon not get? What is he talking about? Did he misunderstand him the whole time? When he said he didn't want to be Simon's friend, did he mean he wanted to be something more? What the hell just happened?

Wille is already out of his line of vision, while Simon is still lost in thought. Sara calls him to tell him that their mom is already here to pick them up. He is going to ask his questions after the weekend.

He wanted to comment on Wille's cute blue soft pyjama bottoms, with white heart doodles on them, the whole night. Do party princes dress like that? Simon would have liked to know how it would feel. Maybe he will take a leap of faith and give him a chance. If it is not already too late.

***

Wille ignores him next Monday. Just when he leaves the music room after school, he runs into Wille, who looks like he is caught red-handed. Was he watching him play the whole time? Why didn't he say hi? Playing would be an overstatement, though. He was fighting for his life to play the notes. He probably looked so dumb. He guesses Wille knows how to play the piano. He must know. What kind of prince doesn't know how to play the piano?

"Can we talk?" Simon asks.

"I have a class. I gotta go." Wille says and he leaves. Look at the turntables, Simon thinks.

Wille gets dressed quickly in the locker room after the practice and leaves again. Simon tried to make eye contact but Wille didn't budge. He avoids him the whole week. He doesn't come to the practice in the gym and Simon waits for him patiently until the last minute. He hears from August that Wille said he is sick and he can't make it. Simon is only worried for a second, then he realizes it is just an excuse to avoid him again. Simon considers going to his room to have a talk. Why is he so stubborn?

He sees him before the parents’ lunch the next day.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asks, straight to the point.

"I am not. Now if you excuse me, August is waiting for me outside." he says and leaves. Simon huffs in annoyance and goes outside to meet his mother. He sees Wille pose for the pictures from afar, and he is grinning like August is the funniest person in the world. The guy takes a couple of pictures of them and Wille drops the mask he is wearing immediately after they are done. He starts talking on the phone, more like pretending to be, and heads for the dorms. Simon is about to follow him but his mom and Sara call after him so he meets them and they make their way to the dining hall for lunch. Wille can't escape from him forever.

They take a seat with Felice and her parents. He is glad that Sara found a friend here. They start eating and they are having an easy conversation. Sara talks about horses nonstop, and everybody listens to her very carefully. It warms Simon's heart. Then he sees Wille enter the room and every head turns to him, of course. Felice gets up from her seat and waves to Wille and Wille doesn't look happy to be noticed.

"Wilhelm, please join us." she says after Wille approaches them.

"Please, have a seat." Felice's mother adds, pointing to the empty space near Simon. Wille takes a seat at the head of the table, visibly upset that he had to join them. Simon realizes nobody but him notices his discomfort. It is probably because nobody knows what happened between them. Wille has a casual, small talk with Felice and her parents and asks them how they are doing. They ask Wille if he likes Hillerska, what he has been up to and such. Wille gives polite answers, and Simon doubts his honesty. Wille doesn't look his way at all, even though they so close. He turns to his mom and introduces himself like a perfect gentleman.

"We haven't been introduced. I am Wilhelm." he says, holding out his hand to shake his mother's hand.

"Linda." his mom says, holding her hand too. "I was starting to think everyone knew each other except me."

"Nice to meet you, Linda." he says. "Now you know me." he says and his mom starts smiling. Of course, Wille managed to charm his mother. But he is avoiding Simon at the moment. How dare he?

"Are you all friends? They never tell me anything anymore. Teenagers." Linda laughs and the other parents join her.

"That's not true." Sara interjects. "I have told you about Felice." she adds. Yeah, Simon never said anything about Wille. What was he supposed to say? Wille looks upset again. Simon wants to drag him by his arm in the middle of lunch.

"Yeah, she mentioned your name." Linda laughs. "Once or twice."

"Why do you embarrass me?" Sara laughs too.

"Are you two friends?" she says, turning to Simon and Wille. Simon coughs a little and drinks some water. Wille answers instead.

"We share a few classes together." he explains. Ouch.

"They are also on the rowing team." Felice adds. And Wille looks at her, more like sending daggers but she doesn't care.

"I am not on the team, though. I don't know what I am doing most of the time." Simon corrects.

"He is selling himself short. He is really good at it for a beginner." Wille says, looking at him for the first time and goes back to eating. Can they pick up on the tension between them? Simon wonders if this fancy knife can cut this tension. "He also helped me with math. I got a high score thanks to him. Though he had the highest score in class." Wille says, addressing Linda. "You must be really proud." he adds. Simon snaps his head back at Wille, taken aback by his words.

"I am." she says. "I am proud of both of them." She adds and Sara groans in embarrassment and Simon is no different. He moves in his chair awkwardly, and his knee brushes with Wille's and he freezes for a second. Wille is the same. He looks at him with panicked eyes, the same as on movie night. He wipes his mouth with his napkin and excuses himself.

"Sorry, I remembered I had to make a phone call. Thank you for inviting me to your table." he says. He gets up and leaves. What a bullshit excuse. Simon is really annoyed. How can he keep his manners when he has been avoiding Simon for a week? Does he pretend all the time? He waits for two minutes to go after him. He announces that he is going to the bathroom. Way to be subtle, Simon. Nobody would get suspicious. Felice catches his glance and smiles to herself. What does she think is happening exactly?

He goes toward where Wille has disappeared. He is actually talking on the phone. Maybe not everything is about himself.

***

Some unsaved number calls him when he is sleeping. He doesn't realize it's Wille's number with sleepy eyes. Wille had messaged him once, asking why he was not coming to rowing practice. He didn't reply. He wanted to. Would Wille come to Bjärstad if he asked him? But he couldn't ask him. Giving him a chance went out of the window again just because he got flustered and nervous.

"Simon. Simon. Simon. Are you there?" a voice asks.

"Wille, is that you?" Simon asks, looking at the number again. Yes, it is him.

"I like you, Simon. I really like you. Why don't you like me?" he says, slurring his words a little.

"Are you drunk?" Simon asks, his heart beating out of his chest. Both because he is scared that Wille is not okay and because his confession makes him a puddle. He never straight up told him that. Maybe he is saying that because he is under the influence. It doesn't mean anything. “A drunk mind speaks of a sober heart,” he thinks. But no, he won't get carried away.

"Yes, only a little." he giggles. Simon's heart soars, that is such a beautiful sound.

"Where are you? Are you safe?" he says, panicked.

"I am in my room, on my bed. Yes, I am safe. Are you worried about me?" he asks, sounding excited. "But you don't like me." he finishes sadly. Simon thinks, “If only you knew how wrong you are.” That's not the time, though. That needs to happen face to face, if Simon doesn't chicken out.

"Do you have water near you? Drink lots of water, okay?" he says. He knows what to do in these situations, sadly.

"I have. I will. You are sweet. So so sweet, Simon." Wille says. Does he sound dreamy? Simon wants to go to him right now. He wants to tell him. "Simon. Simon. Simon. Even your name sounds so sweet." Wille says. Simon is about to combust. His name is really sweet, yes but only because it is dripping from Wille's lips. He wants to hear his name on his lips in person, preferably while he is kissing him. He knows Wille is drunk but he sounds so genuine and real. Simon won't be able to hold back anymore.

"Good night, Simon. I am sleepy." he says.

"Good night, Wille." Simon says softly. "Sleep on your side, okay? Just in case you throw up. Not on your back." he adds.

"Okay, Simon. Thank you." he says, sleep oozing out of his voice. "Simon, Simon, Simon." he says again fondly. Does he try to kill him? "I even like your name so much. You know what's funny? It means listening. Your name... It means listening. I looked it up but you don't listen to me. You always run away." he laughs. Simon laughs too because Wille laughs and because he thought Wille would forget his name, but he looked up what his name means. He is going insane, holding the phone like a lifeline. He is so stupid because of him already. "I like you and that's not fake, Simon. I don't know how to make you understand that. Maybe, you do but you don't just like me. It is okay. I think I need to accept that now." he says. And Simon wants to object but he wants to tell him in person. He is drunk anyway. "Good night. I am gonna go now." he says and the line goes silent. But Simon's thoughts don't. He probably won't be able to sleep until tomorrow. Until he sees Wille tomorrow.

***

He wants to catch him before he leaves his room. He didn't go in when he dropped him off at his party but he knows his room. He knocks on the door. Wille opens it, not looking as presentable as he always does.

"Hey." Simon says softly.

"Hey." Wille says, not looking in the eye.

"How are you?" he asks.

"Not bad. I didn't drown on my own puke, if that is what you were asking." Wille says. He sounds cold, and Simon wants to turn back and go but he doesn't.

"Do you have a headache? Maybe you should take an aspirin." Simon says.

"I am fine, thanks. You didn't have to come all the way here to check up on me. Sorry for making you deal with me yesterday. I need to go to class now. So I have to get dressed if you excuse me." he says and tries to walk away, closing the door.

"Wait, wait, wait." Simon is the one who stops him this time, holding him on his arm. Wille freezes and he finally looks at him, surprised and maybe ashamed.

"The classes don't start for about half an hour. We have time. I have to tell you something." Simon says, enters the room without getting an invite and closes the door. Wille looks at the closed door and Simon in his small room slowly, back and forth, clearly puzzled.

"I know we still have time, Simon. I don't want to hear what you're going to say now." he says with a long sigh.

"Why are you running away?" he asks. "That's usually my brand." he laughs but Wille doesn't laugh. If anything, he looks sadder. "You don't even know what I am going to say." he says.

"You don't have to." he sighs. "Okay, Simon, I get it. You made yourself really clear, like the whole time but I didn't want to see it. You don't like me. I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable. I am not some asshole who doesn't take no for an answer. I just thought you also… Never mind what I thought." he says, sounding exhausted. "When I woke up, I remembered that I called you last night. I am surprised you didn't hang up on me. I don't know what we talked about for 20 minutes. It is still blurry."

"So you don't remember what you told me last night." Simon says, a little disappointed.

"Of course I do. I don't have to remember what I might have told you last night. It is only what I am always trying to tell you the whole time. Anyway, thanks for trying to take care of me. You didn't have to, but you did. I don't know why. It is probably only because you are the only person who is genuinely nice without having an agenda. Unlike what you thought about me, people being obsessed with me only because I have a title is the last thing I want. If you wanted to get to know me, the real me, you would know that. But clearly, you don't. So, I don't need to hear you tell me you don't want me. I like you but you don't like me back. It is as simple as that. I get it now. I am going to stop." he says sadly.

"What if I don't want you to?" Simon says with a small smile. “What if I don't want you to stop?”

"What?!" Wille asks, baffled.

"You heard me, Wille." he smiles.

"Oh." he smiles shyly.

"Yeah." he says.

"Not Wilhelm?"

"No, not anymore."

"Oh. This is the first time you..." he says with a blush.

"Not the first time. You probably don't remember our whole conversation last night." Simon smiles.

"Oh, probably not." he laughs.

"I am glad you remember most of it, though." he smiles.

"Did I wake you up last night? Were you sleeping when I called?"

"Yes, I was but I didn't mind. I am glad you were okay." he says, playing with his fingers nervously.

"Thank you for taking care of me again. I am still sorry for calling you at such an inappropriate hour."

"Don't worry about it." Simon says.

"Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

"So… What exactly did you mean earlier? When you said you don't want me to stop." he asks timidly. "Does that mean you like me?"

"Yes, I do."

"I like you, too."

"I know." he laughs. "You told me last night. A couple of times, actually."

"Did I embarrass myself that much last night?" he asks, averting his eyes, with bashful smile.

"Only a little. You said you liked my name."

"Oh. I mean, I do. So…" he says.

"And you looked up what my name means. And you were complaining about me not listening to you." he says and Wille groans in embarrassment.

"It was sweet." Simon continues.

"Really?"

"Yes, but not you getting drunk."

"August invited me and offered me beer. I am a lightweight, actually. Don't tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold." he smiles.

***

"Umm, are you free tonight?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Is there another football match we can go to?"

"How do you know I went to a game?" Simon asks, raising one eyebrow. "Did you stalk me?"

"No." Wille says, like a child caught red-handed.

"You are so lame."

"Only a little. Maybe, you can show me around Bjärstad tonight. What do you say?"

"Are you trying to make me ask you for a date?"

"Umm, kinda. I don't know this area very well so it doesn't make sense if I invite you to hang out in your own neighbourhood. And I can't invite you to hang out at school, can I?"

"I thought you would invite me to your room." Simon says suggestively.

"Umm, I am not like that. I am not like how they write about me in those newspapers. I like partying, yes but I am not hooking up with someone different every night. I am not judging anyone who does but I am saying I am not like that. You know that now, right?"

"Yeah, I can see it now. Why don't you deny those rumors, though?"

"They will believe whatever they want to believe. I just stopped trying."

"Oh, that sounds annoying."

"It is annoying. I don't care what anyone thinks anymore. I am just trying to live my life. That's why I wanted to come out. It took some time to convince my mom."

"Did you have to convince her, for you to come out?"

“Kinda, yes.”

"I am sorry for judging you. And not giving you a chance to get to know you."

"It is okay. I probably didn't leave an impression for you to think otherwise. I might come off a little pushy and cocky."

"A little, yes. But you are not either of those things. So why did you?"

"I don't know. I wanted to impress you; I was trying to seem suave and confident. After your comment in class, I thought if I were myself, you would think I was a loser."

"So you thought you should act like an entitled asshole because I basically called you an entitled asshole?" Simon laughs.

"Not my brightest moment." Wille laughs back.

"But you were right."

"About what?"

"That I wanted to get your attention in that class."

"Oh, okay."

"And I wanted to kiss you, too. In your initiation party. And I still want to, probably since the whole time." Simon says and Wille blushes so beautifully.

"But we need to go on a date first." he says with a smile and walks away, looking back at Wille, who is still frozen in his place. Wille chases him again.

“How about today?”

“Sure.”

"Okay. What time?"

"I will text you." Simon says.

"Okay. Great. Can't wait." Wille says excitedly, rushing to get the words out. Simon's heart is doing somersaults.

"You are not going to try to kiss me now?"

"You said date first." Wille says, raising his eyebrows, looking blank and confused.

His mouth slowly start to turn up at the corners. Simon couldn’t be more wrong in his life.

And they were gonna have their date in Bjarstad and their first kiss was gonna be in front of Simon's house in the rain when Wille was dropping him off. I even thought about interrupting their kiss in Wille's room in ch7 but I knew you would find me and kill me so I changed it :D also keep in mind that they don't know much about each other in this draft and I really liked that I changed it in the current version.

#young royals #wilmon #honey and lemon #yr fic #btw i feel like people didn't like ch8 that much #i hope i am wrong #if you are reread h&l please free to comment again bc it makes me so happy #sorry again for updating twice a year :(

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