Wille abdicates in the morning of his 19th birthday. He promised himself and Erik that he would try for a year of his adult life to see if he could see himself becoming a King in the future he would be proud of. But after a year of butting heads with the royal court and Simon suffering through more royal duties than he ever desired to, he decides to put himself and his love first.
That afternoon, he takes Simon out to a park, finally free of a security team. They sit by the lakeside in silence for a while, before Wille reaches into his jacket and pulls out a ring, holding it in front of Simon. It takes Simon all of two seconds to realise what's happening and he immediately bursts into tears.
Wille reaches out to hold Simon's hand with his spare one before saying "Simme, before I met you I could never have become the person I am today. Someone brave enough to stand up to my mother and face the whole country and tell them all that being the future King is not the life I want to have. I hope that I made you proud today, and I wish to make you happy for the rest of our lives. It would be the greatest honour I could ever be given if you would agree to be my husband."
Simon sobs again before saying "what the fuck Wille, of course I will be your husband! God I'm so proud of you" and Wille lets out a sob himself as he holds out Simon's hand and slides the ring on, before launching himself into his fiancé's arms and crashing them both down. They lie there kissing and laughing and crying for the rest of the day, because for the first time there is no one else to answer to, no one to get permission to take an afternoon off from, no one to witness their love but the bees and the flowers and the sun.
I wanna do a cute little drabble of a Chris Evans x Fem!Reader where they have a 7 month old daughter and the reader is one of the Hamilton Broadway cast and she plays Elizabeth Schuyler, singing to her daughter who is struggling to fall asleep.
“Thank you for meeting with me, I know you both have a busy schedule,” the triplet’s teacher said, pointing Ben and Leslie to take a seat in the two chairs in front of his desk.
“I’ve got time,” Ben said, not looking up from his phone.
“Aren’t you running for Congress?” the teacher asked, looking at Leslie for confirmation, but she was busy texting on her own phone.
“I’ve won this dumb seat like four times already, I think I’ve got this, buddy” Ben said, laughing at something on the screen.
“I’m so glad I live in your district,” the teacher muttered, before coughing loudly to get their attention. “Phones” He reached over and grabbed each phone from their hands, putting them in a box on a nearby shelf that was labeled “Mr. Samson’s Electronics Jail.”
“As I was saying,” Mr. Samson said, distracted by accidentally seeing the texts on their phone screens. He paused, confused by the frequent employment of the eggplant emoji and for some reason the waffle emoji.
“Now, as to why you called,” Leslie said, making a point of looking at Mr. Samson directly.
“Yes, exactly” Ben said, crossing his legs and staring at the ceiling.
“I wanted to share with you the triplets book reports,” Mr. Samson said, opening a blue folder and pulling out a stack of papers. “Westley’s was quite excellent.” He handed the two single spaced pages Westley had typed on the family’s computer.
“A plus, great job, Wes,” Ben beamed as he took the report from the teacher’s hand.
“Do you write all your grades in pencil?” Leslie asked.
“Usually no. That’s one of the issues. I wanted to make sure Westley wrote this by himself. It’s, well, sometimes when parents help they help too much.”
“Mr. Samson, I assure you, Westley read the book by himself and typed this by himself and he wrote it by himself, so why don’t we just take this pen,” Leslie grabbed for a pen on the desk, briefly arm wrestling with the teacher over it.
“Fine! Ok,” Mr. Samson sighed and marked Westley’s A plus with a pen. “Obviously Mr. Wyatt couldn’t have written this, but I’m sorry i suspected you, Ms. Knope.”
“What’s that now?” Ben asked.
“Well you know Westley is very smart,” Leslie said.
“He is one of our brightest,” Mr. Samson agreed.
“The brightest, yes,” Leslie said.
“Speaking of your very bright children, who are some of my very bright students, all very bright. Everyone thinks their children are. And of course I do as well,” Mr. Samson muttered some more and produced another shorter paper from the folder.
“Stephen Knope Wyatt,” Ben said, “Now his we definitely did not write.” Mr. Samson looked at Ben and back at Westley’s paper.
“And we didn’t write Westley’s,” Ben laughed nervously, glancing at the paper, “I don’t even know what Actinopterygii even means,” he began reading the paper, “Damn, Westley is really smart.”
“Dollar,” Mr. Samson said, “We don’t allow swears and every time,” he lifted up a jar and Ben reached for his wallet. “You might want to keep that out, Stephen’s paper, well, see for yourselves.”
“I think it’s a great book report,” Leslie said, “It’s actually on the book he read and he didn’t even get the book from the library. C-minus?”
“I’m being generous for the amount of profanity, Ms. Knope,” the teacher began reading from a section in Stephen’s paper, “Where the Red Fern fucking grows is powerful as shit.”
“It is!” Leslie said, “But we will pay for his swearing if you reconsider his actual report. How many times?”
“34 dollars.”
Leslie shook her head and stood up to find her purse, muttering “My mother is not allowed to babysit Stephen again.”
“And I’m guessing Sonia got a B, because that’s the average,” Ben said, laughing to himself. “Math joke.”
“Right,” Mr. Samson pulled out the last report from the file. “I wasn’t able to grade her report, as it just says ‘this book is dumb, Robert Louis Stevenson can suck it.’ Now this is the one that concerns me the most.” He looked up and noticed Ben and Leslie were once again texting each other from the phones Leslie had snuck out of the electronics jail.
Ya know what, I'm gonna do some TimeQuirkAfflicted!Sero x Reader drabble because I just really wanna. I love the pro concept art that comes out of the fandom for Sero and I just wanna write for it. Enjoy that in the future, I suppose.
Okay but Ana is the biggest prankster ever but the one and only time she pranked Kamilah she ended up already knowing and turned the prank on Ana. Ana still hasn't recovered to this day and will never try to prank her again
Ok but what kind of prank would embarrass Ana, Goddess of Pranks, Stirrer of Shitstorms, to the point she would never ever try anything on Her Wife Almighty again?
Violet felt herself wavering slightly on her feet. Her body still constantly ached from how often she was tortured in her youth. Her youth, as if it hadn't been barely a year ago, as if she wasn't still under 25. She hadn't even hit a quarter of her life. She hadn't had any experiences except war and prejudice that still hadn't gone away even if they had supposedly won. She grabbed her pain medication and the tranquilizer she was only supposed to take when she was going to bed to ward of the PTSD fueled nightmares but it didn't matter to her really as she downed both pills washing them down with Vodka. It wasn't like there was anyone she needed to be sober for anymore.
She didn't have secrets that needed to be hidden. Almost everyone she knew and loved was dead or just as fucked up as she was and she just was tired of being the good girl anymore as she headed out to have fun. Being the best and proving herself weren't things she could do anymore and who was she trying to impress. Remus was the only one still there and even then he was caught up in his trauma she wasn't going to dump on him. She'd give him the wolfsbane once a month and let him dictate their friendship while she went out every night bombed forgetting what her life had been. Forgetting who she was.
