#poor wille

[hayits-k]

Wille: If Simon can't sing his song at the Jubilee, I won't give the speech.

Kristina: Wilhelm, if you won't give the speech, then August will do it.

The way they problem solve/argue by going straight to bargains without any attempt at reason or discussion pisses me off! This is not how you talk to your kid! He is not a buisness partner! This is how they were raised and how Wille has learned to cope with his position and it kinda works between them (not healthy, it just works), but then he goes and uses it with Simon and that's how they get into their issues! Because Simon doesn't work that way. This is not proper communication. This is buisness negotiation. Thats 👏 not 👏 how 👏 its 👏 supposed 👏 to 👏 work 👏

When you realize that, though, it helps you piece together a lot of Wille's actions in s2. August's, too. They work in bargains instead of reasonable discussion. Which only seems to perpetuate the problem. Huh. Its almost like people aren't businesses. Who would've thought?

[cranberrysconesandherbaltea]

"I got a haircut"

[domtheforestgnome]

This parallel kills me everytime

[frogprinsen]

Kristina: Wilhelm hasn’t stopped staring through the window since the storm started.

Kristina: I suppose I should let him in.

[all-the-people-are-fake]

wille was so real for blasting sad music while looking at old photos of his ex 😭😭😭😭

[ifiwasavillain]

"please, why can't you just be my mother right now? please."

god. fuck you queen.

[disruptedthesky]

27. “Do you think you deserve this?”

bc maybe that one has the strongest daddy simon vibes hello

“Do you think you deserve this?”

Wilhelm’s panting, hooded gaze is fixed on Simon’s fingertips, hovering in front of his face. Trembling, shining with his own release, his Daddy’s teasing him with these fingers. Forced to watch (don’t move, his Daddy had said), muscles locked in place, Wilhelm can’t help the half-sound whined from his lips as a drop of sticky come loses it’s fight with gravity, falling from Simon’s fingertips to the hardwood floor. What a waste. He hadn’t even got a taste yet; his Daddy getting himself off with precise strokes right in front of where Wilhelm’s sat so obediently on his knees. Wilhelm sways forward an inch, entranced by his Daddy’s dripping digits.

“Daddy-”

Simon’s eyes snap to his, stormy. Wilhelm shudders, rocking back again immediately. (Don’t move.)

“I said,” Simon emphasises, delicately drawing his hand closer to Wilhelm’s open mouth. (Don’t move, don’t move.) 

Closer and closer Simon comes, until there’s naught but a hairsbreadth separating Simon’s deliciously dirty fingertips from Wilhelm’s bitten-red lips. Then closer still, and Wilhelm honest-to-god stops breathing as the dainty tips of Simon’s fingers breach the circle of his lips, without touching them at all. Wilhelm flattens his tongue to the base of his mouth, lest he be tempted to... to touch. Lick. Taste. He wants... fuck. (Don’t fucking move.)

“Do you think you deserve this?” Simon finishes his reiterated question in a whisper. Wilhelm’s eyes flutter closed, but he knows his Daddy’s raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the necessity of the repetition. 

No, Wilhelm thinks. Wilhelm knows. But he can’t say it; can’t even shake his head, he’s not allowed yet. (Don’t move.) 

No, Wilhelm thinks. No, Daddy. Then, help me deserve it? Make me, use me. Daddy, oh, Daddy, please help me deserve you.

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i might be writing drabbles if you wanna send me one of these prompts (but you can’t prove it)

[xvecnokriv]

she said wilhelm pissed her off and simon deserves better i'm- we're not friends anymore.