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luq-s1m0ns · 2 months ago

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Random HC of the main 4: Summer jobs?

Ariana:

I think her vibe fits more in a cafe than anything (you're welcome to tell me otherwise, i’m going off a very vague hunch)

You cannot tell me she absolutely didn't try to deck someone (A Karen) when on shift

She was literally the best student in the Cave, it's even mentioned in the Animox Wiki (where my ass goes when i'm doing research and taking notes about them)

She definitely knows how to make any fight look like an accident

She's probably that one barista who’s super aloof but a genuine sweetheart when you get to know her

Simon stops by and refuses to look her in the eyes as he buys a fourth cup of pure sugar and caffeine

She’s worried for him but still makes him the drink

She’s awesome under pressure, she was trained to be a spy, c’mon!

Jam:

Idk, probably a librarian or a life guard

As a librarian:

Reads a bunch of fantasy and classics, i bet

Would read Percy Jackson, and fall in love with how Percy is (while also being kinda jelly) and or, daughter of the deep (which, i’m gonna read after getting a physical copy)

Gushes about the books to Simon, when he visits—because Ariana and Winter, though they love Jam, cannot deal with his rant like Simon does

Simon’s like: “Oh, that’s cool. My interest is piqued, tell me more,” and all that, when dude’s getting snippets of how fast Jam’s talking but, he doesn’t mind

People think he and Simon are a couple because of it, and they don’t really care bc—in my eyes— they’re queer

He has that thing grandma’s have on their glasses so they don’t slip off and break and Winter makes fun of him for it.

As a life guard:

Simon swears up and down that he didn’t send Jam goggly eyes his way, but Ariana and Winter’ll tell you otherwise

Swimmer body, duh

He’s from California, he has to have a tan

Amazingly good at throwing people over his back like a sack of potatoes (He did it to Simon once, and immediately gotten his bicep bitten because Simon was sleeping)

I can imagine him being a bit uncomfy with mouth-to-mouth CPR, so he does a lot of chest compressions to compensate

Insecure about his scars even though it’s makes people swoon

Winter:

I can’t imagine much but she’d be someone who works at Sephora.

She’s definitely gotten Simon make-up to help with the scars and made a skincare for him. (I mean, she patched him up with socks and duct tape, what’s a little make-up and skincare gonna do?)

Definitely made Simon her guinea pig for trying new products out

Has probably given Simon hives and rashes because of the makeup, much to his displeasure and her horror

Uses PETA approved products. Simon insisted, because empath and animal abuse isn’t cool, and Winter’s ‘Fifty-fifty’ about the matter but obliged

Simon:

My trauma-wanting instincts say ‘he’s jobless, man can’t do jack’ but my pitiful side says otherwise so:

Probably a libarian or a mechanic (because of the Leo and Drew art i look at)

As a libarian:

Standard stuff

Nolan visits to annoy him and read comics

Then gets told by Simon’s boss to ‘get back to work’

Simon has to get him a nametag that says Nolan Thorn in all bold so they don’t get mixed up

Jam and him probably work the same shifts

They say the most horrendous things like it’s a normal Tuesday while everyone else is recovering

As a mechanic:

He learned from Darryl

Tell me otherwise, i need a good father-and-son relationship and it won’t be Malcolm and Nolan or Isiah and Jam (Darla doesn’t exist, sorry if you like her but Zia and Malcolm being together gives me the ick)

He’s like a Caucasian Leo

Somehow always has grease on him, it’s even in his hair

Somehow looks like a country bumpkin in his greased up overall and sneaks

Winter, despite it all, still hugs him

Had a a portion of his hair ripped off because of his coworker

Constantly gets his haired seered off that he jokes that he doesn’t need a hair cut

#animox #teenage writer #fanfic #simon thorn #fandom #headcanon #head canon

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luq-s1m0ns · 3 months ago

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I hate how accurate this is, but i’m inspired now

first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...

10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds

#writing #writers #writer #writers woes #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3

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luq-s1m0ns · 3 months ago

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Sounds controversial but it makes my day

"if you act entitled to comments on your fanfic, you need to get over yourself" Sorry I want to hear that people like the work I spent MONTHS on??? Sorry I want to hear that it was worth it??

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luq-s1m0ns · 3 months ago

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real

“I’m a writer” = I can only write when I’m super busy and never when I have free time, usually when I’m on my period, and definitely after 2am. Never completed a fanfic or anything whatsoever.

#ao3 writer #teenage writer #amatuer writer #ao3 #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #or when i’m really hungry

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luq-s1m0ns · 3 months ago

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I’m desperate for validation, sue me

I really don't understand how "without getting kudos or comments a fanfiction author is going to assume that people who clicked their fic didn't like it" became a controversial take.

I don't know why some people think an author should imagine, or guess that people who click their fic enjoyed it it when nobody is telling them that.

If you're re-reading a fic constantly, or leaving it up in your tab so that it re-loads every day for a hundred days the author is not going to know that unless you tell them. They'd love to hear it. It would make their day.

And if you don't tell them you liked their fic, there's no reason for them to assume you did.

#fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #fandom #ao3 writer #teenage writer #amatuer writer #ao3 fanfic #small fandoms

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luq-s1m0ns · 3 months ago

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I’m remembering a immortal Perpollo fic where Apollo goes and gets heart broken by mortals left and right and Percy, in love with him, picks the piece and puts them right back up till Annabeth tells him to focus in himself (or smt) then when Apollo gets dumped by a singer, he looks for Percy only to see him and Annabeth being close. Everything else after Apollo getting jealous, i can’t recall.

I wanna recreate it with Simon and Nolan bc they’re my roman empires. I need these two to have the most angsty, gut-wrenching relationship with no comfort of Nolan pining and chasing after Simon, who becomes Camp Half-Blood’s patron god (in the sense of Simon stays at camp taking care of the kids and, in return, the campers heed his every word, nipping at his feet for a glance and a smile). Then the next fic is just Simon and Nolan, after so long seeing each other. Simon utters four words, and Nolan cracks.

Snippet: ??? ☺️☺️☺️☺️ (i got exams, that’s my excuse)

#animox #ao3 writer #teenage writer #simon thorn #amatuer writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fandom #fanfic #angst #no comfort

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luq-s1m0ns · 3 months ago

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Chapter one (Pt.1): Pigeon Pancakes

Sypnosis: First chapter (pt.1)

Reaons?: Lazy and for engagement.

The screen flickered on, showing the words:

[PIGEON PANCAKES]

Malcom raised a brow, “You make pancakes, Simon?”

“Darryl usually made them,” Simon hummed, pointing his thumb to his uncle, “they’re delicious.” Darryl smiled at his foster son nephew, who tiredly nodded at him.

[Tap tap. Tap tap tap.

Simon Thorn’s eyes flew open. He lay in bed, breathing heavily and squinting against the early morning light. He’d been in the middle of a dream, and the harder he tried to remember it, the faster it disappeared. It felt important though, and while he couldn’t remember seeing her face, he was sure his mother had been in it.]

“Momma’s boy.” Garrett snickered.

“Like you know what a mother’s love feels like,” Simon blurted out before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth while Jam, Ariana and Winter laughed as the blonde flushed pink in embarrassment.

[Tap. Tap tap tap.

He rolled over, his head fuzzy from a lack of sleep. The cramped New York City apartment he shared with his uncle smelled like pancakes, and his stomach churned. Not even chocolate chips could make up for the fact that it was his first day of seventh grade.]

Simon suddenly had this nostalgic feeling as he thought about his uncle’s chocolate chips—knowing he’d never be able to eat them anymore. It could remake them, of course, but it’ll never be the same. Winter sent him a sad look and reached over Ariana’s lap to pat his knee.

[Tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap.

A pigeon perched on his windowsill, rapping its beak against the glass. Simon groaned. “You’re too early. Come back later.”

The pigeon continued to tap, growing more and more insistent. This wasn’t all that unusual. ”]

“Can’t believe you fed the birds.” Darryl huffed, but Simon ignored him in favour of Ariana.

“What even is unusual to you?” She asked, raising a brow.

Simon shrugged, “It’s a free country, what do I know?”

“Mainly how to rally other animals.” Winter snickered.

He rolled his eyes, “it was once,”

“Twice, if you count the pigeons,” Jam added.

“Doesn’t count, they’re loyal to whichever idiot feeds them,” Winter said, teasingly, “and yes, Simon that includes you—you’re an astronomical idiot.”

He smirked, putting his hands up in mock innocence, “Never thought otherwise, Wint.”

[Simon had found that pigeons were, as a general rule, extremely rude and had an inflated sense of self-importance.]

“You sure you’re not talking about yourself, Bird-brain?” Garrett sneered.

“He’s an eagle, not a pigeon.” Jam corrected sharply, narrowing his eyes at the wild cat animalgram, “Or are you that blind you can’t tell the difference?”

“Jam, you wear glasses.” Ariana snorted, pushing the glasses up with a finger.

“So?”

Simon groaned, “Can we continue this later?”

[Never mind the fact that Simon hadn’t fallen asleep until nearly midnight, thanks to his racing thoughts and fluttering stomach. The pigeon cared about only one thing, and that was—]

Arina grinned, “Eating?”

“Food?” Winter smiled, a teasing glint in her eyes

“Sustenance?” The dolphin animalgram guessed, shrugging his shoulders as he fixed his glasses.

Simon yawned, rubbing his eyes, “Annoying the hell out of me and calling me Bird Jesus?”

The rest of the animalgrams stopped and stared at him. Simon removed his hands and blinked owlishly—eyes wide at them.

“I- gods, continue.” He sputtered, twisting the aquamarine ring Jam snagged for him in a bazaar at Avalon. Nolan sighed, shaking his head as it continued.

[Food!” it cooed as Simon pushed open his window. Another dozen pigeons landed on the fire escape. “Food! Food! Food!]

“Hah! Told you I was right,” Winter said smugly.

“No need to rub it in our faces, Wint.” Ariana teased, not commenting how no one said she was wrong.

“Technically, we were all right,” Simon interjected, resting a hand on Jam’s knee.

The boy in question smiled and raised a brow, “They didn’t call you bird Jesus though?”

“You’ll see, Seashell.” Jam scoffed and flicked Simon’s forehead gently.

[“I don’t have any yet,” said Simon.

“Do, too. Smell it,” said the first pigeon. It flew into his room and landed on his nightstand. The others crowded together, vying for the empty place on the windowsill. “Food! Food!”

“Leave me alone.” Simon tried to shoo them away, but they continued to multiply. Normally he wouldn’t have minded. Simon liked animals.]

Nolan frowned, letting his mind cloud over with thoughts— did he even know his brother? He didn’t know Simon like his friends do… Nolan knew he couldn’t make his twin laugh the way his friends do but, they were brothers. That had to mean something.

Right?

Malcolm sent the four of them a stern look and the recording continued.

[They didn’t care that he was smaller and scrawnier than the other twelve-year-olds at his school, and they were usually around whenever he needed someone to talk to. This morning, however, it was too much. He had enough to worry about without adding hungry pigeons to the list .]

“Oh, Simon’s got a list!” Ariana teased, “What’s it about, eagle-boy?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, spider-girl?” He replied coolly.

[If you don’t leave, my uncle’s going to come in, and you know what he does to pigeons,” he said.]

Malcolm looked up and turned to Darryl, “what is he talking about, Darryl?”

“I… I don’t know, Malcolm.” His older brother had the nerve to look somewhat sheepish before he turned to Simon, “Well?”

“Cannibalism.” Simon uttered, looking as serious as a burnt-out teenager could be, that his friends and the others had to do a double take, “My own kin, Darryl, how could you.”

“What—“ Malcolm sighed, as he read the next passage, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose as Simon let out a cackle.

[That brought them up short, and they all glanced at one another nervously. “Us food?” said the first.

“Yeah—my uncle loves pigeon pancakes,” said Simon. “Can’t you smell the batter?”

The first pigeon ruffled its feathers and eyed the open window.]

“Why do I have a feeling you told all the pigeons that?” Winter hummed, sending Simon a look as he bashfully smiled.

“Okay, so maybe, I kept talking about Darryl putting those pigeons in food but, like, a neighbour inspired me with that when her wife gave me some kind of bird pie for Thanksgiving.”

Jam scrunched up his nose a little, “bird pie? Isn’t that canibalism to you?”

“Doesn’t count. Back to the topic at hand; the lie was severely undercooked if that means anything; all guts and blood. And there was a beak or five,” a few Animalgrams—especially the birds—felt sick as Simon continued cheerfully, “an eye or ten—she and her wife used to roll them around in their mouths and pop it out then make chicken sounds.”

“Simon!” Ariana and Winter groaned, turning green in disgust, “gross!”

“I could even talk to the bird in its final moments,” Simon said, wiping a fake tear as Jam lightly hit him over the head to make him stop. He let out a caw-like laugh and smiled cheekily at his best friends, who smiled back. Nolan’s eyes widened before shifting back into a frown— great, another thing he didn’t know.

[As far as Simon knew, Darryl had never really tried to hurt a living creature (except for the spiders that lurked in the corners of their hallway, though Simon had warned them for weeks before Darryl spotted them).]

Malcolm read, deciding to ask Simon about his life with Darryl later.

“Knowing what we are, it sounds like Darryl hates the whole insect and arachnaid species.” Jam snorted as Ariana, and the insect population, let out a half-offended gasp for their people.

“Why would insect animalgrams come into my home?” Simon deadpanned, as Ariana smiled at him.

“You’re somebody who attracts people, Si.” Ariana remarked, “it’s like, you have a gift— to get people to feel comfortable around you and spill everything that’s bothering them, it’s crazy.”

“Not as crazy compared to what we’ve been through.” He muttered, pulling his feet to his chest— his chin resting on his knees.

Winter shot him a disappointed look, “it’s true. I didn’t know why I told you about me, but I did— because you’re so good at getting people to open up,”

Jam nodded, “You’re just easy to talk to. It’s, like, talking to you makes everything better— it’s just—” he snapped his fingers, “poof, like magic.”

Simon snorted, turning his head as he cut his eyes between them, “It’s not magic.” He said softly enough for the four of them to hear, his tone turning cold, “It's a manipulation tactic. It’s a horrible, horrible thing, guys.“

They shook their heads with kind smiles and soft eyes, making Simon sigh, “but, i’m glad I have it—it got me to have best friends like you three.” their smiles widened and they hugged him. The crowd watched how easily the four future leaders interacted with one another—nothing like how the current leaders acted.

[But for all of Simon’s life, his uncle had had only one rule that never changed:

Stay away from animals.

For years, Simon hadn’t had any trouble with this.]

Malcolm paused, raising a brow, “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Darryl piped up, “he either swatted away every animal that came near him or walked away.”

“See! I can be an obedient kid!” Simon smiled, looking at his father figure since he was young.

“And yet you continue to run away from L.A.I.R and scheme with us.” Winter snorted.

“What’s that one phrase… oh yeah, the sea cannot be restrained.”

“You’re a bird,” Nolan retorted, his voice strained, “not a fish, Simon.”

“The wind shall not be blocked, then.” Simon shot a small smile to Nolan, before going back to arguing with Winter. Nolan’s lips curled up a bit—almost preening at Simon’s brief attention.

[He liked animals just fine, but he had never wanted a pet, and his uncle was usually diligent about keeping bugs and rats out of the apartment.]

“And he missed Felix,” Winter snickered, ignoring Simon’s protest of ‘He’s a mouse!” and Ariana’s feigned anger of her species not being allowed to belong anywhere.

#animox #ao3 writer #images #teenage writer #simon thorn #amatuer writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fandom #fanfic #nolan thorn

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luq-s1m0ns · 3 months ago

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Please, my ideas aren’t that great for the fic 😅

scrolling through ao3, once again realising the one fic I want to read is the one I have to write.

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luq-s1m0ns · 3 months ago

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Olive Tree (Song fic)

Synopsis: Olive Tree song fic. Why not

Simon decided to take a short nap, while the adults speculated why they were here and watch a child, at that. Winter and Ariana got busy scolding Jam as he braided Simon’s hair—suggesting different braid patterns or how he could improve.

A small letter flew down and Malcom read what it said. He walked over by Jam to wake Simon up only for Simon’s eyes to fling wide open as he let out a croaky yawn— no, an exhausted-like squawk at his uncle. Jam winched and patted his head, “morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Her name’s Aurora.” Simon corrected, fluttering his lashes at him languidly as Malcolm backed away with an impassive expression while Jam continuing to braid.

“Never thought you’d like Disney movies.” Ariana snorted, smiling softly. A large, flat-screen TV appeared, blaring a ‘Please wait until the video begins.’ Everyone stopped to listen, settling down on the couches or cushions.

The TV flickered on revealing, [Simon with his blonde hair, only longer—to a length a girl usually would have— that was tied back into a messy braid that hung over his shoulder with strands of hair framing his face, with tired eyes with bags under them and a small frown on his face as he looked down at his lap, where he rested his hands, that held bracelets and a clear blue-tinted ring as he gripped his lyre. He wore small hoop earrings that held a few beads, a simple silver circlet—that was attached to a greying veil— and five beads around his neck, wearing a large tunic with a thick belt around his waist—making it look like baggy at the chest— with jeans and a light blue shawl over his shoulder and around his waist. He sat on a wooden stool, sporting his red sneakers with white wings painted on.]

Jaws were on the floor, gasps were let out and expressions either tightening or relaxed as they stared at the screen. Nolan’s jaw dropped as he stared at his brother then back at the screen—in disbelief at how good his twin brother looked.

Jam whooped, pulling Simon up—making the other’s eyes widen, making him look like an owl once more as a few braids fell apart, “Simon! You look absolutely gorgeous!”

“I know, right? Is that a Grecco-modern style?” Ariana grinned, “You worked, Si.”

Winter nodded, crossing her arms—trying to wipe the smile off her face, “Simon really does look like it. It’s stunning, really.”

“Wha— oh!” Simon said, his eyes relaxing, nodding his head, “Thanks you guys… that—“ he gestured to the image with a shy smile, “wasn’t really something i thought would be shown, though, considering it was just a school project.”

[A tanned, muscular man with messy brown hair prostrated in front of him—his knees on the ground and his face looking up at Simon with such adoration and love in his dark green eyes as he held up his scarred hands up to Simon. He gently pulled off the hair tie that held the braid and tugging as it unraveled—revealing thick, tight blonde curls. Simon let out a soft sigh and threw his hair over his shoulders as he looked away.]

“You have curly hair?” Luke asked, staring at his oldest son, noticing the lack of those tight, springy curls, in its place were loose, bouncy strands that suck out in odd places—if anyone saw it, they didn’t say.

“Had.” He corrected, “it’s not as prominent as when i was younger.” Simon glumly admitted, tugging at a stray strand of hair as he watched the loose curl spring back up, “i straightened them since i was old enough to hold a straightener.”

“And i allowed this?” Darryl asked, crossing his arms as he hardened his stare to his nephew, who let out a squeak.

“Jacques,”—he pronounced it like Jack instead of the French variant—”from upstairs let me.” He sheepishly remarked at his uncle, “you know that guy has an obsession with curly hair.”

“Fine. Fair enough, kiddo.” Darryl snorted, he looked at the screen and smiled at how professional the way Simon’s outfit and appearance looked.

[The taller, tanned man with dark green eyes and messy brown hair frowned, staring at Simon’s side profile with his hands still out.

“Before you take another step closer

Before we let our eyes connect

I'd like to tell a story of my brother

I'd like to pay him one last respect.”

Simon said, as an instrumental began playing at his words, he plucked at his lyre—feeling the music within him. He closed his eyes, sighed and faced the tanned man with sad eyes.]

Nolan sputtered, “we have another brother?”

Isabel frowned, “No, Luke and I only had you and Simon. Simon?” He turned her head to her eldest, who had glossy eyes. She turned to Darryl, who had a ghost of a smile.

He shook his head and answered the question that ran through everyone’s head, “Tanner Laurens,” He hummed, glancing at Simon, who was smiling widely at the TV, “Simon and him were… sworn brothers. Simon’s first, and eldest brother, if you will.”

Nolan’s heart sank— Simon’s older brother. Simon’s sworn brother. A relationship that ran deeper than blood could ever— two souls that met each other and decided right there and then, they were family. A found family of people.

Simon nodded in confirmation—and Nolan’s blood ran cold as he stared at Simon’s lip quivering as he stared at the TV with love, memorizing the way Tanner looked, letting out soft chokes as he wiped the trickling tears.

[“Okay...” The tanned man, now known as Tanner, said softly, removing his hands as he kneeled before him. Watching Simon’s eyes become glossy as he struck some chords.

“Where to begin? How long's it been?

So many years ago, we were just kids

We met in silence here on this ‘partment

And I won't forget he'd invite me like this,”]

“You have such melodious vocal range, Simon.” Jam blurted out seriously, before cupping his mouth, letting his hands fall as he bashfully smiled at the other, who kissed his jaw and made him fix the braids that came undone.

“Sweet talker,” Garrett grumbled under his breath. Nolan nodded, biting the inside if his cheek as he watched between the video of Simon plucking expertly at the instrument and the platonic kiss.

[The scene shifted, showing younger Simon, brandishing jeans and a jacket. He stopped in front of a tree—an olive tree, to be precise—, staring at it curiously as he checked the note

Hey, Birdie,

Meet me at our spot.

- T

Simon hummed and looked up to see Tanner, swinging on a thick branch with his legs, his face obscured by the branches and leaves.

“When the day sleeps, I'll be waiting at the olive tree

All of me wants to be next to you

When the stars shine, then it's our time at the olive tree

Come with me, Birdie,”

He sang, pulling himself up as he shot Simon a teasing look, gesturing to come up— Simon grinned, climbing up the tree with ease. He swung his leg over and Tanner helped pull him up before wrapping his arm around Simon’s shoulder.]

Darryl grumbled at the scene but smiled nonetheless, grateful that Simon looked so happy, even if it was with Tanner.

Ariana grinned, nudging Simon, “so, you didn’t tell us you could sing or that your boytoy over there and you had a secret spot,”

Simon snorted, “I’m pretty sure i told you guys about my life while living in the apartment.”

Winter scoffed, “Yeah, but not to this extent.” She smiled, “but, it’s cool— it’s like we’re learning about you all over again, only more.”

“It’s ironic, Tanner calls you Birdie, since you’re the bird faction’s heir.” Jam commented, making Simon wrinkle his nose in distaste.

“Never mention that dude,” Simon scowled. Nolan’s jaw tightened, he felt rage at the fact his own brother couldn’t tell him of his life before L.A.I.R the thought of it, infuriated him— why couldn’t they be closer? They were twins, for god’s sake!

Malcolm held his impassive expression, but inside he felt his stomach churn—he didn’t know about it either, but that was a given, considering how Simon seemed to walk eggshells to please him. He sighed, wishing the kid could relax around him.

[“Every night we'd spend our time

Talking for hours we'd watch the sunrise

Oh, I adored him, I'd have died for him

But then my uncle came and he took me away,”

Simon sang, his eyes half-lidded as he plucked at the chords of his lyre— it looked so stiff yet sounded so free, like a bird in a cage. free yet trapped. Tanner’s eyes fluttered innocently up at him as he played. His eyes glowed with recognization, that lyre was his— well, his before he gave it to Simon.

“While we’re lying, you can find me in the

Olive tree, promise me you know I'll come back to you

When the stars shine, then it's our time at the

Olive tree, I will return, Birdie”

The younger Tanner sang, taking out his lyre from his bag as he unwrapped his arm from Simon’s shoulder and began playing a soft tune. Simon smiled—this was nice, for once in a long, long time of their fighting and distance. He was glad, that maybe, they could start anew and put it all behind them.

“Oh, the years passed by

And oh, my tears won't dry

And so I'll move our shared bed

Away from here…”

Simon said, dipping his head, making the veil cover his eyes as he put the lyre on the floor beside him, standing on his heels before he got pushed back down into his seat, Tanner looming over him, his hands at the side of the ‏chair, his distraught was present as he pointed to the adjacent to them.

“How could you say that?

I built that darling bed from that olive tree, I gave it all of me, all for you

You don't know how much I've missed you

My gods!”]

Malcolm pursed his lips, “Tanner seriously made you that bed frame, the one in your room there?”

“Yeah,” Simon said, shaking his head—more braids collapsing— and smiling shyly, “his parents let us use it for the project before gifting to me as a birthday present.”

Darryl hummed, “Makes sense, they were carpenters after all.”

Winter and Ariana scrutinized the bed, trying to hide their fascination as they analyzed the olive tree wood. Jam awed at the attention to detail that the bed had, each curve, mark and hole seemed personalized—as if it was meant for Simon, and Simon only. He was so enamoured that more braids fell apart. Nolan grit his teeth— this wasn’t fair. Not at all.

[“My gods!

It really is you...”

Simon said, cupping Tanner’s face in his hands— cradling his elder brother in his palms, tearing up as they embraced, sobbing in each other’s arms.

“Simon!”

“Tanner...”

“Simon!”]

Jam quickly finished the arm workout that was braiding knotless braids into Simon’s hair and wrapped his arms around Simon neck, resting his head against Simon’s—his fingers stinging from the amount of times the hair trapped his fingers, “You two really were close, huh,”

“Yeah, but not anymore… we lost contact after a while— y’know him with school and me, finding myself.”l

The dolphin shapeshifter nodded, “Yeah, that’s how life is sometimes, but all gotta move on someday.” Winter bopped her head and Ariana put a comforting hand on Simon’s knee.

[“I kept waiting

I kept waiting at the olive tree”

“My brother, my Birdie,”

“Oh, how I've missed you

How long has it been?”

“So many years…”

Tanner pulled away, cupping Simon’s tear-streaked face, wiping their tears with a soft smile.

“I’d wait forever for…

You…”

“You…”

They said in unison, embracing once more.]

The TV flickered, leaving everyone to stare at a waiting screen.

Winter smiled, looking over to Simon, “For a school project, you two really went all out.”

“Tanner was desperate for a good grade.” Simon shrugged, “it’s a mediocre short film at best.”

“I don’t know, you seemed to be hitting those high notes pretty well, Si.” Ariana grinned, ruffling Simon’s braided hair—making the braids to come undone, much to Jam’s chagrin.

#animox #ao3 writer #images #teenage writer #simon thorn #amatuer writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fandom #fanfic #nolan thorn

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