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muntitled · 11 months ago

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Broken Telephones

Ex!Jake x Fem!Reader | Jay x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite Jay priding himself on being a good friend, he's done denying himself what belongs to him.

Warnings: Language, Obsession, Jealousy, toxicity, Ex Boyfriend's Best Friend to Lovers, Smut +18 (mdni), Squirting, Manhandling Ownership kink, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionist Kink, Dubious Consent, Angry Sex, Threats, Dom/Sub Themes, Hard Dom!Jay

Based on this request by @penny44224 . This gets really toxic, sorry, also I couldn't leave my baby Jake out of this, hope you like it <3

“What kind of party is this anyway?” You grumble from the passenger seat, your heart sinking behind the glittery confines of your tight collared shirt. Something so tight and so painfully provocative would never have come out of your own closet. You had Jake and his obscene budget to thank for that.

“The normal kind,” he says, “with drinking and sex and smoke-” before he's allowed to continue his blissful rambling, you interrupt Jake with a raise of your hand.

“Need I remind you that I have asthma?” With a firm hand on the steering wheel, Jake's eyes roll into the back of his head.

“I can't go.” You continue, “That's a health risk.”

“You haven't had an asthma attack since you were 6,” he deadpans, “Do not piss me off,”

It was difficult to do much of anything with a pounding heart and a stomach flooded with molten anxiety. What do people do at parties anyway? You've watched enough low budget teen Netflix dramas to know… nothing good.

"I don't think you understand the words leaving my mouth," The dwindling daylight leaves your bones rattling with anxiety. You were supposed to be watching the sun setting over the river skyline from your dorm room. Your notes on autocracy in a Constitutional Monarchy, pending across the page in front of you, ready for submission Monday morning.

Instead, you find yourself arrested in a leather seat, in a shameless chequered miniskirt. Your exposed thighs are sticky with evening humidity. This is not how your evening was supposed to go.

"I need to be studying-"

You're battling fiercely with a Mr Morale tune oozing through the Jeep's speakers while your best friend remains blissfully unaware, rapping along as if your concerns were null and void.

Kendrick's voice was strong but yours was stronger. "Since I am an unwilling participant, this is technically kidnapping. You are illegally kidnapping me this very second. You are aware of that, yes?"

"Nonsense,” Jake chuckles, “I can't kidnap my ex girlfriend-” before you're able to rebut he quickly adds, “And I am aware that you're going to wake up one day realising your stupid ass wasted your college years studying." Jake shoots back while the chorus sails on without him. This was serious business if he took the time to ignore Kendrick's second verse. "I'm aware that in all our time in school you've done nothing but school. I'm also aware that I'm saving you from a life of complete and utter regret.” His big brown eyes narrow in the dark, and you are corralled into a shameful silence.

“Just don't try to sleep with me tonight-” you grumble under your breath.

“I'm a changed man,” he says, “I've only thought about fucking you only once this whole evening!”

“Oh god…” you shake your head slowly as the jeep assumes a safer speed in a residential enclosure. “These are rich people's palm trees, why am I seeing rich people's palm trees?"

"Because I got invited to an event that classifies the attendance of rich-people-palm-trees." His stoney visage cracks into a lazy, triumphant smirk.

“Rugby team.” Is all he says.

Your hand flies to the door handle, for what purpose specifically, remains an utter mystery. The car is still in motion so you did not have the intention of flinging the door open and hurling your body onto the biting tar underneath.

"Stop being so goddamn anxious all the time-”

“Jake, I don't even like Rugby-”

“No but you like me… and I like rugby… ergo…,” the car slows to a nauseating stop in the middle of a packed driveway.

"Let me rephrase that- Jake your friends hate me-"

"If this is about Jay again..."

"He's never liked me!" You huff, "Even when we were dating it's like he had it out for me or something!" Your shoulders are tense and Jake can't help but send a worried glance over. He ventures to lay his one hand on your thigh but stops himself, placing it instead on shoulder to rub out the knots there.

"You're making excuses. Jay hates everyone," he says, “I need you to forget about school for one night.” Jake's pep talk only succeeds in filling the void of your stomach with even more dread. “You think about dead politicians way too much for a 20 year old girl."

And that's how you end up in the backyard of a frat house as the third accessory of Jake and some unnamed girl. He has his arms wrapped around both your necks as he enters the party, like some glorified university replica of Hefner.

You know in this light, you appeared to be one of his girls, but the thought of weathering this party without Jake on standby filled you with unmistakable dread.

It was as if the soles of your feet were melting into the grass with each step you took towards the bonfire, even more so when you saw him already seated at the edge of a log, watching you approach with a smile that eases into an unimpressed frown. Jay's cup is held in mid-air as he watches you plop down beside him.

A single gold chain is tucked away behind a loose button up and suddenly, you wish to burrow into the ground underneath this log, away from the vulnerability of his gaze. You felt naked.

“You're not drinking.” Jongseong observes, glancing away from you and Jake's hand sliding over your hip bone.

“What’s in it?” You ask, eyes drifting over Jay's solo cup.

“Sugar, spice and everything nice,” he whispers back.

Beside you, Jake entertains the rest of his friends, his fingers rubbing unconsciously into your sides.

You don't seem at all impressed.

“What do you want me to say?” He asks with a slight deadpan, “That I put my love and affection into it? You're at frat house. This is probably 90% alcohol-”

“-And 10% mysterious drugs to roofie unsuspecting girls.” You conclude before making an elaborate show of pushing further into Jake's side. Jay doesn't like that one bit.

“If I wanted you to sleep with me,” his lips tickle your ear and you shiver, “I wouldn't need to get you high out of your mind to do it.”

Something in his words sounded vaguely like a promise.

“You'll just fall in line,” Jay said, “Like all the others.”

Before Jay could get another mind numbing word out, you're quickly standing from your post from beside Jake. “Coming here was a mistake. I'm Heading Home,”

Jake's hand tugs at yours as if prompting you to sit back down.

"Not after the game… C'mon, it'll be fun," you let Jake's words anchor you to the floor.

"Actually, Jake," Even under the moonlight you can spot a deep frown setting across his face, "I think I should go home. I've already had way too much to drink,"

"You've had 1 cup, my dear-”

"And a half," you clarify before shaking your head. ‘and your frjend is making me really fucking uncomfortable,’ you choose to leave those unspoken words unspoken.

You play with the string along the seam of your skirt, humming along to the Drake tune oozing out of the unseen speakers.

“Aww, you really don't wanna join our game?” Jay coos, looking up at you with an incriminating smirk as he clutches his heart as if you hurt him deeply.

“I'll pass.”

“Course you will,” he snickers. “Princess can't bear to stay away from her book too long, can she?’ It's that tone, that fucking that has you lowering

“What…” you swallow thickly, “What game?” you find yourself asking with a dignified huff as you plant your butt on the log in Between Jake and Jay once more. Your bones are rattling with unprocessed rage as Jake whispers, “broken telephone,”

He snickers, “just try to be as quiet as possible,- never thought I'd be saying those words to you of all people-” you sit at Jake's arm as the game begins with the first message travelling from Jungwon to Jungwon’s date. Unbeknownst to you, Jay has been zeroed in on your conversation with Jake all evening-his blood simmering at the sound of you and Jake whispering sweet nothings to each other like people who were still very much lovers.

His jaw clenched as he plants his steepled elbow on his knees, his hands hanging lazily in front of him as he tries to focus on playing the game and not the giggles exchanged between you and your supposed ex boyfriend.

Sunoo finally passes the message into Jay's right ear, a very clear and resounding- ‘there is nothing satanic about pineapple on pizza’- Jungwon’s attempt at absolution from an argument they had weeks ago. But instead of carrying this specific message over into your ear, subsequently bringing the game to a victorious end, he stops midway, watching your laugh aimed at the blackened night sky while Jake looks up at you with that expression that was very much not supposed to be reserved for ex's.

Jay decides to throw the game.

“Your turn,” Jay's voice is dripping in monotony, as if he couldn't be bothered to even talk to you, let alone play this game with you.

Your mouth falls open when he slithers his hand to the back of your neck, leading your head to his slightly parted lips until said lips are tickling your ear lobe. Your heart is sinking into the confines of your stomach and for the briefest moment, you fear the world might have stopped spinning as Jongseong carries his next words in your ear. Game be damned.

“First floor. Third door on the left.” His hand is still planted on the back of your neck as he whispers those words at you and you're immediately struck with the severity in his tone.

You weren't an idiot.

In fact you'd like to consider yourself quite smart.

You knew that whatever Jay confessed - or rather implied - was definitely not the contents of Jungwon’s intended message. A broken telephone indeed.

Still, coiling in your stomach is a confusing web of wired tension that needs to be snapped. All night, your banter with Jongseong had been laced with something far more frustrating, something you needed to get out of your system.

“U-Um I need to go to the bathroom-” you don't know why you're following his orders. You don't know why you're walking steadily towards what you know very well was probably Jongseong's room in the frat house- a lamb to the proverbial slaughter. All you know is that your heart speeds up just a little quicker when you hear him excusing himself from the group right behind you with; “I'm going for a smoke.”

Your mind is hazy with not only fear, but insane unmistakable lust as you make your way up the stairs, surfing between bodies as you make it onto the first floor landing. You can feel Jongseong's oppressive presence behind you. You can feel how anxious he is to get you alone.

And when you enter his room, there is almost no time to regret following orders because he has you pinned against the closed door. The sound of the party is muffled outside but all you're concerned with is Jongseong's palm cradling your throat, his hooded eyes holding something so incredibly angry within.

“What the fuck do I have to do to make you forget him?” His voice cracks as he mumbles drunkenly. You'd never seen someone as put together as Jay, appear so wayward, so driven by inhibitions.

His palm slithers tighter around your neck, too late for your brain to process that you need his hands off.

“You've been taunting me the whole night.”

“Jongseong, I don't know what-”

Your words bleed into a yelp as he pulls you in by the neck to connect your lips in a steering and sloppy kiss.

Once he gets even a tiny taste, all inhibitions are thrown out the window. Jongseong's cock hardens in his pants and he's utterly delicious with lust.

“You're such a slut, you know that?” He mumbles drunkenly, words meshing together, “Might as well have walked in with his fucking collar around your throat like he owned you-”

“Jongseong-” a gasp cracks your throat when Jay forces his hand underneath your skirt, immediately cupping your sex until you are arching your back against the door.

“Oh- fuck- Jongseong-”

A snicker slips from his alcohol stained lips as Jongseong drags you from the door to his window, overlooking the backyard.

“You want him to see what a slut you are for me?” Your tits press against the glass as Jongseong looms behind you, sliding your panties to the side before dipping his fingers into your soaked folds.

“I didn't-”

What you wanted to say before the weight of chasing your own lust overpowered your senses, is that you didn't know just how deep Jongseong's infatuation ran. You didn't even know he likes you.

“All he needs to do is turn around and look up, and he'll see you fucking yourself on my hand-” Jay's other hand reaches over to pull down your top, putting your breasts on absolute display. You're moaning wantonly into the air as you push yourself back into Jay's hand fucking into you and you feel like crying real tears.

“You're fucking soaked. Is that for me or for him?”

“Jongseong I'm gonna-” you're squirting all over his hand, your ass pressed against his front before the rest of the words could even leave your lips. Jongseong is utterly mystified by the sight of you arching backwards against him, body writhing as you come undone right there by his window.

“Fuck,” his voice cracks again, he's utterly pained. “You're gonna do that again, but on my cock this time-”

“Jongseong-” you barely made it a whisper before he's flinging you onto his bed. The springs creek underneath your back as he pulls you by the hips to the edge, manhandling you as if you were nothing but property.

“I saw you first, you know that, right?” Jay mumbles to himself as he drags his pants down to pull his aching cock out. “I saw you first and Jake-” he spits on his hand, jerking his cock above you, “That fucker knew I wanted you first but he hit on you anyway-” Before he can continue in anger, a low groan leaves his throat. “Fuck baby, open your legs just like that-” they snap open on command, you're not sure you're able to deny him anything in this state. And what a state it is: braids hanging around you like a halo, your shirt, a mess with your tits hanging out, all while Jay swipes your panties away to make way for his cock already leaking precum. It's like he didn't have time at all to undress you. He needed to be inside you so fucking badly.

“I'm gonna cum inside, I hope you know-” Jay's eyes roll back into his head as he eases his cock in, one hand pressed on the bed at the side of your head as he hovers over you, “You're squeezing my cock, for fuck's sake-” he ruts into you, creating a burst of friction that has your stomach coiling again-”

“Jongseong- baby-”

“Fucking Christ, don't call me that or I'm gonna cum-” he's soon fucking into you with the urgency and frustration that has been building since you and Jake announced your relationship.

It inked his veins and seeped into his habits, whereby he'd crane his neck back in every econ class, just to get a look at you in 10 minute intervals. He loved you and you just refused to see it.

Having you underneath him now, tits bouncing while he fucked you on his bed- it was all proving too much for Jongseong and you moan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you.

“I'm gonna cum- fuck you're such a slut-”

He squishes your cheeks together, in a vaguely condescending display of power and kisses your forehead before muttering, “Tell me you're a slut for me and not him.” You clench around his cock at the vaguely animalistic quality in Jay’s voice as he squeezes the base of your throat, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

“Jongseong-”

“Say ‘I'm Park Jongseong's slut-” say it babe and I'm gonna fucking cum,” you’re already slipping into your orgasm, the pressure in your cunt building into the unmistakable feeling of immense fullness.

You're gushing around his cock as you scream. “Your slut- Fuck! I'm Park Jongseong's slut-”

His nails dig into the skin around your neck and his eyes roll into the back of your neck.

“Oh my fucking god-” your squirt threatens to push his cock out but he fucks you through it, muttering, “My fucking girl,” over and over again to guide you both through the storm.

Once it's all over, you're panting with the weight of your actions hanging heavy between you. He's about to speak but you stop him first. “I didn't know.” You whispered. “If I'd known I would've never been with him. You have to believe that.”

Jongseong collapses beside you, pulling against his chest as his hands pat down your hair, “I believe you.” He says with finality.

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bokutoko · 2 months ago

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VENUST

knight!iwaizumi x princess!reader

1. more than duty

wc. 2k

cw. tension, first kiss, iwaizumi and yn are awkward asf!!!! i promise it’ll be more like one-shots after this, i just wanted to do some world building and explain how they got together forgive me </3

iwaizumi never cared much for his birthday.

growing up, he didn’t celebrate his date of birth, nor did his parents. he was afforded neither the time nor the luxury to worry about such things—about celebrations and frivolous things, like gifts or sweets—he treated it as any other day. especially now, when his duty was to serve another.

very few actually knew of his birthday, the only ones being a couple of old friends he knew as a child.

so, iwaizumi was grateful that the day went on as any other. another suitor visited the castle in an attempt to court the princess, and they took a turn in the main gardens, pointing out various greenery throughout their stroll. it was a beautiful summer day, with a breeze making the sun’s heat slightly more bearable.

a part of him was secretly relieved this lord was not invited to the princess’ private gardens—where entry is possible only by verbal invitation from the princess herself. typically, she visited there upon wishing for a moment by herself—in which case, iwaizumi would stand by the entrance, patiently awaiting her return. if ever asked about it, she usually waved it off and easily changed the subject, not particularly looking to tell of her personal safe haven.

with iwaizumi walking several yards behind the two, he had to hold his tongue and hide the distaste in his eyes as heard the suitor make the grave mistake of jesting with the princess about her favorite flower—claiming that such a “common” flower is not befitting of a princess such as she.

iwaizumi stifled a huff of laughter at his comment, knowing this afternoon visit would very soon be over.

“i would watch your tongue, lord thompson, for you are insulting a princess,” she seethed. she had always been more… passionate about the idea of respect, along with many other things. iwaizumi knew of these many things very well—when he first met her as a young knight-in-training, he only referred to her as “your highness” and listened to her commands without hesitation, hanging on to every word. but strangely, she fought with him daily about dropping the honorific, and begrudgingly, they compromised with the name “princess.”

his eyes bounced between her and the suitor, watching as the lord quickly backpedaled, stuttering and falling over his words as he attempted to explain how he only meant a princess should favor flora akin to magnolias, not a commoner’s plant.

the princess promptly sent him away, wishing for him to not return to the castle to court her again, or else he would have to explain to her father how he so easily disregarded the monarchy’s dominion.

ah, a normal day indeed.

as the day drew to its close, iwaizumi walked the princess to her chambers and bid her goodnight, bowing his head as she smiled, closing the door behind her.

then began the night watch. iwaizumi routinely stood outside her door until half past midnight, where an overnight guard would then relieve him of his post to rest until the following morning when the princess awoke.

all was quiet, as it usually was. there’d only been two instances of overzealous and curious suitors who wished to know the location of the princess’ chambers. two times too many. though, their curiosity was… swiftly halted when a sword was pressed to their throat, their eyes meeting iwaizumi’s cold and unwavering gaze.

one cannot be too careful nowadays, so he himself arranged an overnight guard to take his place so he may get some semblance of rest before morning arrived.

the morning was iwaizumi’s favorite time to see the princess, knowing her mind and body were still laced with sleep. she always greeted him with a tired little smile and a gentle, “good morning, iwaizumi,” as he walked with her to the stables for her morning ride on horseback. she always greeted the stable boys with kind smiles and questions of how their morning had been.

she was never unjustifiably rude to the castle servants or knights—hell, she offered to help wash the dishes one evening after supper because one of the kitchen maids fell ill that afternoon. she was the gentlest, yet most fiery person iwaizumi had ever known.

he presumed that was why his heart would race in her presence at times. why he’d give her imperceptibly lingering glances when she spoke so kindly to the townspeople in the nearby town after begging to accompany the cooks and maids into town for fresh produce.

suddenly, the creaking of the door behind him echoed through the otherwise silent corridor snapped him from his thoughts, along with a quiet murmur of, “iwaizumi?”

he turned, his brows furrowing as he saw the princess, clad in her chemise and a shawl over her shoulders.

oh. maybe this was iwaizumi’s favorite time of day to see the princess—

he immediately looked away, chastising himself over how his cheeks heated up at the sight of her in such an intimate context. he cleared his throat, though still not trusting himself to say something without a break in his voice.

“is there something the matter, princess?”

she poked her head out further, looking down the hall for any wandering eyes. “i require your assistance with something.”

“in your chambers?” he knew better than to enter a lady’s bedroom, especially the princess’, even with her explicit permission.

“there is an… insect i need you to take care of.” she inwardly cringed, knowing it was a lame excuse.

he knew she was lying, but played along, assuming there was more to the situation that she hesitates to share with possible wandering eyes and ears. he glanced up and down the west wing before entering, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“is everything alright?”

she smiled with a nod. “yes, yes, of course. just… just a moment.” the air was quiet between them as she reached beneath her bed to grab a box. it was adorned with a little bow intricately tied at the top, done by herself. she stood in front of him, holding it out to him.

he was puzzled, looking at her with a questioning gaze. “what is this?”

“it is a gift.”

“on what occasion?”

“for your birthday, iwaizumi,” she said with a sweet smile, as if it was silly of him to not expect a gift.

it felt like the air had been whisked out of his lungs, his eyes blankly staring down at the box. he’d never received an actual gift before, so why was the princess doing such a thing? he was not worthy of any gift from such a person. she’d never done this for previous birthdays—what was different about this one?

he slowly undid the bow and opened the top to reveal the most beautiful dagger he’d ever seen. with the cleanest steel blade, he could practically see his own reflection. but, what truly caught his eye was the dozens of emeralds carefully encrusted into its hilt.

he heard a huff from the princess, and he glanced up to see her staring at him. “i tried so hard to match the color of your eyes…” she frowned, “i was so close.”

iwaizumi thought his heart was going to stop.

“princess, i… cannot accept this.”

“you can, and you will,” she firmly said, “for it is considered rude to refuse a gift.”

she met his gaze with that same fiery look he came to care for a little too much—she was not taking no for an answer.

“this must have cost a fortune…” he whispered.

“its cost does not matter. do you like it?”

hastily nodding, he added, “please, princess, do not take my surprise as disrespect. this is the most gracious gift—i feel undeserving of such a beautiful weapon.”

“i trust your judgment to use it wisely and in the correct context.” her hand laid over his that held the dagger. “please, accept this as my thanks for your loyalty.”

before he could object again, she leaned in and pressed the gentlest kiss to his cheek. “happy birthday, my dear iwaizumi,” she whispered into his ear, the brush of her lips against the lobe sending his heart ablaze.

“i…” all the words he could think of seemed to die in his throat as that simple phrase fell from her lips like the sweetest honey. “i swore an oath to protect you, princess. i will defend you even upon my dying breath.”

the pale moonlight from her open curtain spilled into her bedroom, painting them both in the most beautiful soft shimmer. her brows knitted together in a confused yet pleading expression, looking up at him as time seemed to stop around them. the world felt as if it stopped spinning—the only thing that mattered was how close the princess and her knight were, their faces just inches away.

“tell me,” she murmured, searching his gaze, “is this just mere duty?”

he blinked at her question. "i… don't understand."

"yes, you do." her voice was soft, almost small. "do not lie to me, iwaizumi.”

he swallowed, his throat filled with cotton as he hesitated uttering the words that could cost him his job, his livelihood. “it was never just out of duty, princess.”

she met his eyes, the green in his irises looking more olive in color the closer she was. she noted the subtle dilation of his pupils—surely, hers behaved the same. “so you would do anything for me, right?”

“i would give my life for you.” his voice was clear, void of hesitation—as had always been the case for her most trusted and devoted knight.

“so…” she drawled, not straying from his gaze, “if i asked anything of you, you would do it?”

she already knew his answer. “yes, princess.”

the way he looked at her made time slow to a stop, though her heart continued to beat: fast and erratic. she knew what she was doing—this was poorly planned, it was a risk.

she was never one to gamble, but as she stood at the ledge that led to the unknown, she couldn’t stop herself from diving headfirst. it was scary, yet it was exhilarating. “then kiss me,” she softly commanded.

he triangulated between both her eyes, down to her lips, and back up again as he fought the little voice in his head telling him to do it, to just kiss her. he’d dreamt of that moment for years, never once believing it would truly happen, especially not like this. “princess…”

“do you wish to kiss me? or… have i misread things?” oh, she sounded so unsure of herself—iwaizumi felt his heart clench.

“you have not,” he clarified, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, his hand gently falling to trace the slope of her neck, “you have misread nothing.”

iwaizumi’s mind was battling a war that he knew was bound to lose, for how could he resist his princess?

he placed the dagger on her vanity, and he cupped her face—god, she was breathtaking. she looked reminiscent of an angel, bathed in the soft glow from the moon.

when his lips met hers, he noticed she tasted of the dessert made for that evening’s supper, and he was then certain he’d found his new favorite food.

his hands moved downwards, hesitating and hovering over her waist as her mouth opened up to him. her own hands resting against the armor that protected his chest. hopefully, it hid the dangerously rapid skips of his heart. when a soft whine escaped her, and her hands guided his to snake around her back, iwaizumi realized just how weak a man he truly was for the princess.

notes. ✎ᝰ

᯽ magnolias are associated with nobility, symbolizing dignity and perseverance.

᯽ chemise: a loose-fitting nightgown that can worn for sleep, lingerie, or everyday wear. sometimes worn as an undergarment for a dress, but mainly used for sleepwear.

᯽ the princess had the dagger specially made for iwaizumi, using emeralds from her personal treasury. as stated, she hand-selected every gem, attempting to choose the colors closest to his eye color. however, she told the blacksmith and jeweler the weapon was for her own use to avoid suspicion.

NEXT: love letter #2. taste of heaven

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raincitygirl76 · 2 years ago

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I had a long addition to this amazing in depth episode analysis by @retrieve-the-kraken but Tumblr fucking ATE it! I really need to not write my additions in the Tumblr app. But in a different document and then copy-paste when I’m done.

Oh well, it probably wasn’t nearly as interesting as what’s above. I can’t be bothered to try and remember what I wrote. Anyway, read the post above, because it’s excellent. And then please, pretty please REBLOG!

A gentle reminder to newbies that the like button on Tumblr has zero function. There is no algorithm in this platform. If you want other people to also see a post you enjoyed reading, liking it won’t draw anyone’s attention. Reblogging it will show it to your followers. And also save it to your Tumblr profile so you can go back and re-read it later.

Young Royals Season 2 play-by-play analysis

The last episode, the climax to the conflict, the conclusion to this arc, the start of the revolution… it’s so dramatic, so tense and so satisfying.

(Ugh, why does it take me so long to find the gifs I want... Why can't I always find the absolute perfect gifs when I want them and I know they exist...)

Brace yourselves, because this analysis is LOOOONG. I can’t stop the thoughts, sorry. Too many moments, too many unspoken things that speak volumes…

EPISODE 6

The boys have been together for hours now, in their little bubble. As far as we know, there have been no food or bathroom breaks…? Just the two of them, making the most of every second together, just loving each other one last time… Then morning comes and the bubble bursts. Simon has to do the right thing, he knows that there’s a big chance that nothing will come off it, but he has to try. Even if it means that August won’t be next in line to the throne, which at least would be a giant blow for August, but an equally big one for Wille… but Simon has to try, he can’t just not do anything, he has to get some form of justice… and whatever happens after that they will deal with it together, hopefully.

So after hours of loving and being loved, Wille looks resigned again, watching as Simon gets dressed. He asks if he’s going there now, to the police station. Does it have to be now? Can’t we have more time together. Simon is heading to the police later, but he has to break up with Marcus first, once and for all. He hesitates before kneeling down next to the bed. If he doesn’t go now, he might lose his nerve. That forehead kiss, it’s so sweet, like he’s saying that everything will be alright, somehow. Like he wants to reassure Wille that it’s not the end, that there’s still love. Just kill me…

August is having a mental breakdown. He knows he can’t get out of this one without help. He knows that maybe the Royal Court can help him sweep the whole matter under the rug… But what if they don’t? He’s not entirely in there yet, he’s not exactly in their good graces yet.

“August, we are counting on you to not give us any problems whatsoever.” You’re on thin ice, August. They forgave you one scandal, they won’t forgive another. “You represent the entire Royal Court now.” Already? It’s like they’re already counting on Wille to give up, and August to need to step up. Way to keep putting the pressure on kids, by the way. Although August is of age, he’s still a fucking kid. But he will be tried as an adult…

“It’s silly, I will take care of it myself,” August says. Then he turns to the person who also already has a vendetta against Wille and Simon…

Listen, my work has let me see people’s different styles of public-speaking. Everyone has a different style, and there are some people that are more natural at it than others, some people seem to have been born for it… and some people just don’t. (And even the people who seem to be natural at it require training, they’re not just born knowing how to do it, it’s just easier for them to get it). I don’t have public-speaking abilities, although I could develop them, but I’m an introvert, and so is Wille. It takes more work than that. It’s not just knowing what to say, because anyone can read words from a page; it’s the delivery, it’s the power behind the words, and it’s the ability to look into a crowd and not lose your nerve… And the fact that they’re forcing him to give a speech at such a young age, during an event of such magnitude, without even giving him some sort of training first, is fucking unfair and mental. They just expect him to be a natural at it. Like becoming the Crown Prince suddenly means that he should be able to. Nah, it doesn’t work like that. It’s not an app or a plugin that you suddenly get, it takes work, especially if you’re not a natural… Fuck the Royal Court and Kristina.

Simon ghosting Marcus, but then showing up. And Marcus being all sour, because he knows, he knows everything. “You haven’t replied in days”. Guess what, Marcus? It’s not really your business. You’re not his boyfriend, no matter how much you wanted to believe it.

“Not compared to a prince, at least.” Fuck you, Marcus, you snob, you don’t know Wille. Wille being a prince is not a plus, it has never been a plus, in fact it’s been the biggest obstacle between them… You’re making Simon sound like an elitist, and that shows how little you know about Simon.

“You only brought me to make him jealous.” Well, you got that part right, but also, he brought you to distract himself, he was trying to move on. He wanted to like you, somewhat... (guess he dodged a bullet there...)

“I told you that I wasn’t ready for a relationship but you haven’t been listening to me.” Yes, and that negates the “perfect” thing. Stop being nice and telling him that he’s perfect, Simon. He’s not. He’s a manipulative snob.

“So it’s my fault that you treated me like crap.” OH WHO’S PLAYING VICTIM NOW…

You, sir, you are the problem. Not even the main one, no. Just a problem in Simon's life. Stop being so annoying.

“You see yourself as some kind of victim among all those brats.” FUCK YOU MARCUS. He IS a victim, he’s an outsider among all the privilege kids, he’s at a disadvantage and constantly reminded of it. He IS a victim of the system, the system rigged in favor of privileged kids, rigged in favor of the Crown, the system that protects powerful people and keeps the cycle of silence and oppression going. And he IS a victim of sexual harassment perpetuated by one of the brats. You have no fucking idea, Marcus. DO NOT believe a word he said, Simon.

And Simon tried to make it right, he tried to apologize, and Marcus just made him feel terrible and accused him of things that weren't even true. Simon doesn’t deserve that.

I still think it's ironic that Rosh and Ayub were like "Ugh, Wille's so toxic, you should totally hook up with Marcus, have a rebound," and Marcus turned out to be the toxic one... I'm not saying that Wille or Simon are perfect, and I know that what Simon did to Marcus was not nice, to ghost him, to use him like that, even if he had made it clear to Marcus that they were not a thing. But Marcus was full of red flags; he is a snob who thinks himself better than the "rich brats" at Hillerska, and doesn't fail to point it out; he calls out Simon for his relationship with Wille by saying that the thing that Simon liked about him was that he was a prince, which is actually the opposite; he absolutely LIED about not watching the sex video, because of course he did and that's probably what sparked his interest and made him approach Simon now, after knowing about him for much longer (everyone in Bjärstad knows each other, and their mums are literally friends, wtf); he used what he knew from his mother about the Eriksson family to manipulate Simon into not breaking things off with him; and he's slightly older so technically there's a slight power dynamic there. And as a final blow he accuses Simon of pretending to be a victim and loving the drama... You know nothing, you jerk...

(It reminded me so much of when August and Felice dated, and August was jealous at Felice's closeness to Wille, then going on and kissing Sara... and of course there's that little "funny" thing he said about her when we first meet him and find out what kind of person he is, and what he thinks of women... Of course August is much worse, the worst in fact, but Marcus was unexpectedly a wolf disguised as a lamb...)

The palatset is decorated with blue and yellow streamers and balloons and Swedish flags and other party decor. There will be a party after the Jubilee.

August with his back turned to the door, like a classic villain…

I think there’s an expression or a proverb or something for wanting something so bad that you would do terrible things to obtain it. There was a Huffington Post opinion article that someone shared on here recently on how the people who want to have power are precisely the people who should have it, whilst the people who are most suited to be in power are the ones who don’t want it at all. Real, good leaders are collaborative, they like to help others shine, they are selfless, they sacrifice. Power-hungry people are easily corrupted by power or by the desire to obtain it… August is so power-hungry he will do anything for it, and yet he’s not aware of what he would have to sacrifice for it and when the time comes he’s just not going to; Sara wants so bad to be part of the elite that she’s willing to screw over her own brother, lie to her friends, join forces with the worst person. Meanwhile, Wilhelm cares so little about being Crown Prince, and Simon has never cared about Wille’s title. In fact, the Crown has been for them both more of a hindrance than a promise… In fact, the only time that Wille uses his title is to weaponize it against August, but it turns him into a pretty bad person; he uses his power to get revenge on August, but it shows an ugly side of him. However, it doesn’t last long, because he’s not a narcissist like August. Once he’s back to being himself, to the person who doesn’t want the title, then he once again becomes perfectly suited for it. Beyond the royal title, beyond the inherited nature of it, Wille’s a good leader, he’s just young and misguided at times. That’s why therapy is so helpful to him, to understand his emotions, to find that balance.

August says he knows that what he did was unforgivable, “But Erik would not have let Simon go to the police.” HOW DARE YOU BRING ERIK INTO THIS. You do not speak for the dead, August.

“So now it’s my responsibility too to protect the Royal Family.” You’re just as bad as the Queen, August. You fit right in.

As it has been pointed out, Alexander doesn’t really work as the scapegoat: the video was recorded when Alexander had already been caught with the drugs; and it makes no sense to pretend that he’d still be in possession of August’s phone when the video was leaked either, a few days later, and already having been expelled. Especially since only a few minutes after the video was leaked, August had his phone with him and even answered a phone call from Minou from the Royal Court. Even if Alexander had had August’s phone, and had been able to record without unblocking the phone (August has an iPhone with a home button, so usually a fingerprint is required), it still would raise the question of when and how the phone was “hacked” to obtain the video, how long the video remained in the phone, etc. And August doesn’t seem to know that the Royal Court is in possession of the most damning evidence of all, the library computer from which he logged in and posted the video… As far as August knows the Queen and the Royal Court found out that it was August because Wille told them, because Felice figured it out and told him. So his whole plan is playing with fire and full of holes anyway. Either he and Alexander are too stupid to realize this, or they’re just counting of Wille getting scared. Which is why they’re warning him about what they’ll do if Simon reports.

And the weirdest thing to me is… Alexander is getting back at Will by willingly taking the blame for CHILD PORNOGRAPHY???? Something that he didn’t actually do???? He’s willing to be known as the guy who filmed the Crown Prince and Simon in an intimate moment and created a video that went infamously viral???? Like that could not have an impact on his future??? For fuck’s sake, he’s dumber than I thought…

But Wille is right, this whole stupid-ass plot won’t stop Simon from going to the police. But the drugs definitely will… There’s no escaping that…

“It’s time to stop this, everything calmed down once you denied the rumors… no one cares about the video.” “I CARE!”

Wille looks ready to commit murder. I would have loved him to use his headbutting skills to give August a nice purple bruise that would look really nice at the Jubilee.

I feel bad for Rousseau. That new owner is a dick.

“I want to be completely honest with you. No more secrets between us” says Felice, and Sara has been the most dishonest of the two this whole time…

“I’m in love with August.” Not “I’ve been sleeping with August” or “I have been seeing August in secret”. LOVE. Whoa.

This whole time Sara really thought that Felice would hate her for being in love with August just because he was her ex, when in reality it’s because Felice knows that August is a terrible person who can’t be trusted and Sara shouldn’t be in love someone like that… not knowing that Sara has been pretty bad herself and should not be trusted.

August being all “What’s this? The police? What is this police of which you speak?” Like he doesn’t know that Simon can knock him down and sit on him again and mash his face into the ground…

“I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to protect the royal family. Maybe you should do the same.” Very well, thinks Wille, picking up the gun to kill August and protect the royal family from the threat that is August.

Simon stepping back, in case Wille does shoot August or something, but not trying to talk him down. “He’s about to confess.” Wille says it, letting him know that he’s serious, this will turn into an “accident” if August doesn’t confess.

It’s been pointed out before that that moment, when Wille is ready to shoot August for what he did to him, to them, when he flinches as Wille shoots into the air, is the first time that Simon sees how much the video leak affected Wille, but also how much he couldn't do anything about it. Even if he denied the whole thing on an interview, people still knew that was him on the video, he was still outed, his privacy was still violated, and his own family still betrayed him, and it changed him forever. And this is all that built up anger coming out. So if Simon still thought that Wille only did badly for a while and then he was fine, now he sees that Wille is deeply traumatized.

When August glances at Sara, Felice already knows… Sara just revealed to her that she’s in love with August, so if she knew that Simon was going to the police, she might have told August. And then Sara confirms it.

The look on Simon’s face when Sara looks guilty. He’s in absolute disbelief. They all are.

“I was in love with him.” This is the first time August is hearing this…

“I thought the damage was done since the video was already out there.” More proof that Sara didn’t really understand what Simon was going through, that it wasn’t just about the video, it was the wedge that was driven between him and Wille, it was the fact that August got away with it, that the Royal Court protected him.

And for all of Sara’s excuses, the fact remains that she chose August over her own brother, even before she was actually in love with August. Which means she chose the privilege that August offered over being loyal to her own brother…

“He wanted to come clean. And I believed him.” Like she really kept it a secret for that reason… No, Sara, you weren’t hoping that August would come clean, you just wanted to live in Manor house and be elite and potentially even become the future Queen…

“It wasn’t enough that you destroyed my family, you had to destroy another one.”

At this point August really believes that Wille might shoot him and starts to beg him not to. It’s like he almost believes that Wille has nothing to lose.

“You don’t even want to be prince.” And August is right. As he watches Simon walk away, Wille drops the gun to go after him, because Simon is much more important than the fucking crown, something that August doesn’t seem to understand, something he will never understand. Wille walks away toward Simon, because he won’t let August destroy that too. (If Wille has ever thought of a long-term future with Simon, of being each other’s family, that’s the family that he wants to protect now.)

“You’re despicable.” Felice realizing what Sara is capable of. Was their friendship real? Was it just convenient to Sara? To have access to Rousseau, to be with the most popular girl in Hillerska? If she betrayed her own brother, what’s keeping Sara from betraying anyone else?

Personally spitting on August is a nice touch. Wille is basically saying “I won’t get my hands dirty because of you, but this is how I feel about you, this is what you’re worth, scum.”

“You were going to confess, August.” Sara doesn’t understand the value of secrecy in this society. Also August confessing was never really a major thing for her until Simon found out and wanted to go to the police. Before that, she was fine with how things were, even when she saw how miserable her brother was…

“You know about the struggle to get what you want… we’re the same, you and I.” August comparing Sara being working class and wanting to fit in in an elite school to him wanting to keep his status and become next in line to the throne… yes, they are the same, but at different levels. I’m not excusing what Sara did, but August is definitely worse. “It’s what I love about you.” What? You love that she became ruthless and deceitful and treacherous? Because that’s what you are…

“I had no other choice.” To be precise, he had no other choice that would keep him out of potentially going to jail.

Simon is keeping all of his emotions inside. Wille hugging him brings them too close to the surface and he’s at risk of them spilling all over… the way his voice trembles as he says “please…”, like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t want to cry here, not where someone can see him, he just wants to go home, he wants to get away from it all, even Wille. You can’t fix this, he’s basically saying. Everything is destroyed in ways that he didn’t even know, because his own sister, his own family, betrayed him too. It’s not even about just August, it’s also now Sara, and it’s everything that has happened to him since the moment he met Wille. He hasn’t had a moment of peace…

And Wille watches him go, knowing too that he can’t fix it either. And he’s still trapped…

Kristina doesn’t even know what Wille’s crying about, she just comforts him, sort of… and he smiles sort of (because despite what she has done to him, she’s still his mother, he still wants to trust her, be comforted by her). But she doesn’t ask him what’s wrong.

Simon’s face and eyes are raw from crying. He called his friends, who know the whole story, to vent… And Ayub and Rosh immediately jump to the conclusion that Sara must have been brainwashed by August to have done this, otherwise she would be incapable… is clear that they don’t know her either.

Linda, again, what’s up with you? Your son looks like he’s been crying himself raw, and his friends look morose. How do you not get that something more is going on…? Simon doesn’t want her to know, anyway, because it would break her heart. He’s the protector, he wants to protect his family. I agree with a lot of people who say that the events of that day show Simon that Wille really had no choice, that he was after all just acting like everything was fine but he was most definitely not fine. After seeing how he pointed a gun at August, nearly losing it, it's clear to Simon that Wille's never intended to protect August, but had not choice but to put up with him; that of course he was traumatized by the leaked video, but he was forced to deny it. And after finding out that even his own sister had betrayed him, Simon realizes that he has no choice either, that someone else will always have the upper hand. So now he will have to change his strategy if he wants to protect those he cares about, including Wille. “If everyone is going to protect their families, then I’ll do the same.” Simon is a lot like his mother, he sacrifices a lot for his family. Linda looks like she understands. She is proud of Simon and she will support whatever he decides.

(gif by @almostliving84, because I don't know how to search for it in the gifs search bar when I already know where the gif is...)

As I mentioned before, Kristina also went to Hillerska, she knows about the palatset, she knows about the secrecy culture. Her choice to send Wille to Hillerska was never really about making him into a proper prince, it was about keeping him out of the public eye so he could do whatever he wanted without it becoming a scandal. A plan which majorly backfired when the secrecy cycle was broken… by August of all people…

“Your mother is not as innocent as she’d like to appear.” Yes, we know. “Stop it, don’t put ideas into his head.” Don’t worry, Kristina, your son will never ever be like you.

Wilhelm looking in pain as he is forced to participate in this charade. “How are you, gubben?” Now she asks. Boy has been moping since before you got there, and you didn’t even care, until now when it’s too obvious to ignore.

“It just creates new and bigger problems.” The way that the video, that everything has been handled, is nothing new; everything that doesn’t fit into the mold is swept under the rug, every wrinkle is ironed out, and then everyone goes on pretending like nothing happened.

“It’s important to talk about your emotions, but you can talk to us about anything.” “But it’s not enough.” Indeed it’s not. Krissy, you wanted him to talk to a psychologist, but that’s not the solution to the problem. Wille has finally understood why he feels the way he feels, and he’s learned to communicate. But it’s not enough, what’s the point of talking if nothing happens? If nothing changes? He’s expected to learn to handle his emotions, but the root of the problem, of the thing causing his distress, his anxiety, remains untouched. The monarchy, the cycle of secrecy, the traditions… everything stays the same…

The crowd of girls gathered outside the room. Either word spreads really freaking fast, or Sara took a very long time to go back to her room… Or did Felice leave the door open and then start telling Stella and Fredrika about it so loudly that everyone heard? Judging from the fact that just now the housemistress arrives, maybe it hasn’t been that long…

Sara very subtly threatens Stella with outing her. She unfortunately doesn’t realize how much like August she is. Making threats when she doesn’t have the upper hand, when she’s being called out.

“Sara has proven that she’s not a friend. She’s not loyal.” Obviously Felice can’t talk about the real reason why Sara’s betrayal is so big, not in front of Stella, Fredrika or the housemistress, but she makes it very clear to Sara.

“I don’t know what happened, I’ve never been in love before.” But again, Sara wasn’t in love with August when she decided to keep this huge secret from Simon. She might have had been catching feelings, because they kissed and she was curious, but still she made that choice to get an advantage. “I could always tell right from wrong, but with him it all seemed right.” Bullshit, she always knew it was wrong. Otherwise she wouldn’t have threatened to tell Wille last season; otherwise she wouldn’t have implied to Simon that a person can’t help what they feel, when Simon felt rotten about “cheating” on Marcus. She knew it was wrong. “You’re so totally full of shit,” Felice calls her out. It’s been months of secrecy at this point.

August texting “Please, I feel like shit.” You should. The drugs he claimed he would stop taking soon beckon him. Another lie. Then he looks in the mirror as he practices the speech and says “to make you proud.” Irony.

Wilhelm is lying in bed, bathed in red light, and I first missed the symbolism of him playing with Erik’s lighter… playing with fire… Cities on fire, won’t you burn it all… before he looks at Erik’s cigarette case… He’s thinking of Erik, he still feels the weight of his title and the commitment of living up to his brother’s memory and legacy, but also maybe he’s wondering what Erik would tell him to do in this situation…

(Could not find these gifs in the search bar either, so I found it in @levok s page, thank you for it. Seriously, if anyone can teach this loser -me- to search for gifs when you already know where it is, so that it shows up with the credit and all, please teach me so I can fix this, and all the previous posts. Thank you.)

Never not loving the scene of Ayub and Simon talking as they’re both falling asleep, that’s a really supportive friend, we all deserve an Ayub. “But he wants to keep it a secret, and you don’t.” Not quite; Wille doesn’t want their relationship to be a secret, he he just knows that it was an option proposed by his mother, and he was desperate enough to consider it. Simon tells Ayub about the possibility of him and Wille being a secret relationship until they’re eighteen. As far as we know, he hadn’t thought about that again, since Wille mentioned it in the locker room, because he had pretty much discarded that option as insulting. Because it made him feel like a dirty little secret… But now… now it seems like an option again, maybe the only option… to be with Wille, even if it has to be secret. He’s also bathed in red light as he ponders it…

“Only you can decide,” says Ayub. The light turns from blue (the color of calm, security and inner reflection) to purple (the color of royalty, but also as the combination of blue and red, it contains the stability of blue and the energy of red, and it also symbolizes spirituality, creativity and wisdom, and perhaps more importantly, it’s the color of resistance of the queer community) to red (the color of love and passion), signaling that Simon might have already made his choice.

The stage is set; the Swedish flag, the pomp and circumstance… On the bus, Simon looks pretty serene. Like he already knows, he’s already made up his mind. He just hopes he doesn’t regret it. Meanwhile, Wille practices the speech, resigned to following the charade, fitting into the perfect image of a crown prince.

Felice emerges from a room (a random room under the stairs? I had decided in my head that she either went to Stella and Fredrika’s room, or even more likely to Madison’s, and slept on the floor, but the way that she leaves the door open…), to find Sara gone, the expensive riding pants the girls gifted her left behind, a major symbol of how she realized that she’s never going to fit in with the girls at Manor house. (By the way, how long did Sara take to go from Manor house to the entrance, if Felice found her gone already, but by the time the jubilee is already happening and people are arriving she hasn’t even left the premises…? How fucking far is Manor house from the main gate??)

August arriving like nothing’s happened. He thinks he’s in. He still has to stand on the back of pictures, but he’s still living it. Kristina looking at Wille like she’s gauging how committed he is to the charade, to pretending that there’s no bad blood with August.

Vincent and Nils tease August, like there’s no bad blood anymore either. Do they know he’s next in line, did he tell them?

Wille glances at August, sees how different they’re acting in that lineup. Whilst Wille feels so awkward and stifled, August looks like he fits right in. If it weren’t because he detests him, he’d give it all up to August, who actually likes performing like this.

August is so ecstatic about how well he’s doing that he momentarily forgot about Sara. Until he sees her. Things are not perfect, indeed.

August buying Rousseau for Sara thinking that’s what she wanted. No, she wanted you to be a better person. You can’t throw money at everything. And also yes, of course she wanted Rousseau, but how do you expect her to take care of it???? She has no money. Then as she leaves, he calls weakly after her, but then he walks the other way. Clearly he has his priorities in the right order, and she’s not as important to him as everything else.

Simon signals to Wille that he wants to talk. Wille probably thought that everything had gone to shit again, that Simon would never speak to him again… again… They go into the coat room, the place where they had their first kiss, where everything started… Wille is so tense, he’s so afraid of what Simon is going to say. He listens, apprehensive, until he realizes where Simon is going… “It’s not worth destroying our families over that. And it’s not worth destroying what we have.” Simon and Wille somehow, deep down, might already think of each other as family, as each other’s future. My heart…

“I want to be with you. Even if it has to be a secret.” The tension melts. “But no more secrets between us.” The little smile of joy, the little relieved exhale, the excited little nod… and meanwhile Simon is smiling so big that his eyes crinkle. Then Wille takes his hand, because he’s allowed again… Then they look at each other and they hug, and Wille is home again. He’s happy again. They both are. They still have each other.

And then Simon says ‘I love you’, and Wilhelm has been hoping to hear those words for so long, the confirmation that Simon feels the same way, and he realizes that it does not deserve to be a secret. He doesn’t want it to be a secret. That they both deserve more. That he wants to love Simon openly. If anything else happens that jeopardizes them being together, he can’t allow it. He hasn’t decided what he’s going to do yet, or when, but he needs to make sure that they (the Court) can’t go back on their promise of letting him be with Simon. He’a willing to fight tooth and nail for that. He can’t let anything get between them again.

Jan-Olof interrupts them (asshole), and Simon immediately backs away, drops his arms, but Wille is not so fazed, he’s almost defiant. He wants to touch and caress Simon so bad, but he can’t be as effusive as he wishes, because someone is watching, and that’s how it would be all the time. But he gives in for the moment, walking away casually. And Simon is being so brave about it, knowing that they’re good, that they’re finally on the same page, even if they’re not entirely happy with the page.

Sara hears the choir begin to sing. She is missing out on the event that she was sort of preparing for, imagining having to greet the Queen, learning what to say. She is once again an outsider looking in (or rather listening in). The event has lost its meaning.

Meanwhile Wille watches as Simon performs with the crowd, looking dejected, just another member of the group. Knowing what Simon can do as a soloist, knowing how much he loves hearing Simon sing, knowing that that was supposed to be a song written by Simon, a song he was proud of, a song that (he later found out) was about him, it really highlights how unfair and outdated the system is, to deny one student, one talented choir singer, to stand out.

Sara might change schools next season, now that I think about it. What if she’s too ashamed to return? Continuing to attend Hillerska would mean enduring gossip about her, hateful looks from Felice and Simon, judgement from Wille and the rest of the people who know what she did (Stella, Fredrika, the rest of the girls at Manor House, etc.) and having to encounter August.

In a misguided attempt to make things right with her brother, she calls the police to report August. She should not have made that call, not only because we know it might make things worse now, but also because it was not her place to make the report, it was Simon’s.

Wilhelm braving his anxiety and feeling ill and making a last second decision to do the speech, because he saw Simon’s worried face when smug August starts walking toward the podium. Giving up this moment to August means giving everything to August, and it means they win. They, the Crown, the Royal Court, the system, they win. And Wille can’t let that happen, he needs to regain control of the narrative again, for himself and for Simon. This is it, this is his chance, anxiety be damned.

The confused look on everyone’s faces. What the hell was that about? August’s face as he is forced to sit his ass back down. The “torture”, the humiliation at the hands of Wille continues. Karma, bitch.

And Krissy looking so proud, thinking that her plan worked. But no mi ciela, it wasn’t August that ultimately lit the fire under Wille, it was Simon. His decision to step up is not driven by hate, but by love.

I don’t think that Wille knew what he was going to say when he stood up to do the speech, he just knew that he couldn’t let August take over, because then it wasn’t only him and Simon getting stuck with August, it was everyone else. Taking away August’s chance to give the jubilee speech, for example, is not about having revenge on August anymore, it’s about fulfilling his leadership role, and realizing that if he doesn’t, then there won’t be a leader, but a power-hungry narcissist “in charge”.

Wille chooses to lead by example, stopping the cycle of silence and secrecy by telling the truth, being honest, and if he had let August, August would basically lead by example too but by continuing that cycle of secrecy and silence.

Also Wille standing up to do the speech instead of August was at first about putting Simon’s feelings first, before his own feelings of unease and anxiety. Simon who has just been hit in the face with such revelations, like Sara’s betrayal, and how far August was willing to go to screw him over and Wille, his threat to use his father’s drugs against him… and it’s so clear on his face how much he’s putting up with August for his and Wille’s sake, now having to be a part of the people who have to pretend that they don’t know that August committed sexual harassment against them, that August exposed them to the world and ruined their lives, Simon has to hide his feelings, his distress at knowing that, despite all those things, at any moment August just gets everything he’s ever wanted, he’s Wille’s backup, he’s one step closer to his beloved Crown… And Wille’s not having it. Not for himself anymore, but for Simon. He will sacrifice his own freedom for Simon, and for the greater good.

The girl with the phone thinking “whoa, he’s going off-script. Better stream this.” Simon looking nervous, knowing what’s coming. Boris looking so proud and amused. And Krissy on the verge of a fit, silently begging “stop”...

When Wille says “it was me in the video, the video of me and Simon,” the camera cuts to several faces, including of course the Queen and Simon, and a moment earlier to Boris looking all proud. But it wasn’t until the Netflix reel announcing Season 3, when they did the 12 Days of Christmas song, in the part where it goes “Four pretty words”, the four faces being shown are Simon, Kristina, Boris… and Stella… Stella looking shocked. I hadn’t realized that the first face they cut to after Wille mentions Simon is Stella’s. They focused, albeit briefly, on her reaction to Wille coming out… of course Stella’s sexuality is going to be a big thing next season, but I love how they focused on her, making it obvious that we’ll learn more about her.

I thought it was a nice little detail that the two students whom we see filming Wille, when Wille says that it was a private moment, they both look up from the screen of their cameras and instead look directly at Wille.

The cameras flashing at Simon, at his distressed face. Foreboding. And yet he smiles.

Wilhelm knows that what’s coming now is going to be difficult, but at least he’ll have Simon by his side. He glances skyward, as if to check with Erik, wondering if he’s proud of his little brother. Yes, Wille, I think Erik would be really proud.

He then looks defiantly at us, like he knows we’re here, watching, and his lips curl into the faintest of smiles, a rebellious, daring smirk. He has regained control.

My royals babies have truly been through the wringer, and I know that yet more challenges will arise for them in the third season. But they will be together, they will face them together, and although they have been changed forever, in good ways and bad ways, they have made each other stronger

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#MorningMonarchy: August 4, 2013 – Media Monarchy

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the princess and the rockstar | jjk

[PROLOGUE]

plot | Once upon a time, there was a crowd-favorite crown princess who found herself romantically involved with a famous rockstar. See how they will try to navigate the world and maybe live happily ever after.

genres | angst, fluff, modern royalty!au, celebrity!au, established relationship!au

pairing | rockstar!jungkook x princess!reader

note | made a lot of changes... this one's only a prologue! i'll be posting the first chapter in a couple of days :)

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[EXCLUSIVE] Royalty, Romance, Rumors: Zafiro's Queen YN Tell-All Interview With Kaira Bahl

For the first time ever, Queen YN of Zafiro sits down for an afternoon tea with The Solar’s very own Kaira Bahl to share about her journey to being the youngest ever to head a monarchy, along with telling personal stories and addressing rumors from the past. From being the world’s loved crown princess to Zafiro’s first female and youngest leader, Her Majesty opens up about what it truly means to be a queen.

As I arrive in front of the Sapphire Palace, it is surprising to see the Queen YN herself waiting by the big sapphire blue doors of the palace. Sticking to her known fashion sense, Her Majesty stunned in a customized floral Dior knee-length belted dress and white gloves. Her most-prized silver crown was absent from her head.

When I asked about it, she laughed, “It’s too heavy. I don’t wear it around at home.”

Home. Home for Queen YN is the Sapphire Palace, which is known to have 542 rooms, which include rooms for royal guests, royal staff, state meetings, offices, and bathrooms. It also has recreational areas that Queen YN is planning to open to the public as she shared on her 20XX State of the Nation Address, one of the firsts Her Majesty has done since she was crowned five years ago.

The Queen led me to her favorite part of her home: The Garden. She proudly showed off different plants from places all over the world. She shared how each is a gift from friends, world leaders, and local Zafirons who are all aware of her passion for nature. I curiously asked what is her favorite among the countless plants. She then asked one of her staff to help her carry a vase full of reddish-orange flowers.

“These are tiger-lilies! I loved it for many reasons, but I will tell you one… I love it mainly because of the thousands of symbolisms about it,” she winked, still wearing the youthful smile she had years ago.

We had our interview in her garden. A spot was already set up for us under her acacia tree, a simple blue couch and center table with cups of tea and a variety of biscuits on it. Just like what we agreed on in the first place, this interview will only be documented through an old-school recorder and a notepad. She firmly asked for camera restrictions. The Queen also asked for my solo appearance, no teams allowed, as she will be alone during the whole interview. Just the two of us. Finally, Her Majesty asked to read the whole article first before I publish it online.

So, reader, if you are reading this article, please know that this is approved by Her Majesty herself. Anything that you might find offensive or displeasing to The Queen is already worthless for a battle cry. Again, Queen YN herself has reviewed everything in here.

With that, shall we start?

For every minute that passed, Jungkook's phone has been receiving messages from anyone who knows him. It can be from his phone's messaging app, Instagram's direct message, Facebook Messenger, or even email. He gets mentioned with every post of excerpts from your unexpected interview that was just posted tonight at midnight.

Now, it's almost three in the morning.

Jungkook has barely slept for the last couple of hours. His phone is somewhere in his bedroom, set on Do Not Disturb mode just so no one can reach him in this confusing time. Instead, he has his laptop on his dining table, staring right back at him while he holds a glass of ice-cold whisky in his left hand. The interview article is said to be a long read, requiring almost an hour to read the whole thing. But he found himself stuck in a single part of the article for three hours now.

Suddenly, looking at the tiger lily inked on his arm suffocates him. He looked away as he felt tears burning the corners of his eyes. He gulped away whatever was blocking his throat. He wanted to close his eyes, but every time he did, all he could see was you tracing the said tattoo with your index finger, then looking up at him with a small smile.

A smile that he had last seen that day. He tried looking for it in your recent photos, but he could not find it anywhere.

Taking the glass to his lips, Jungkook tries to swallow down the ache he has been feeling, hoping that it will shake off the memories out of his head and the numbness in his body. But it didn't work. Nothing worked.

AN EXCERPT FROM THE INTERVIEW:

"I pledged to be protective of everyone, whether they are from my nation or not. And if things happened between me and another person, I like to make sure that the encounters or the relationship will just remain between us."

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The Bottle - Carlos Sainz x Reader

Plot: You'd always believed in soulmates, in your culture an old tradition was that a person would send out a letter in a glass bottle for their soulmate with clue's requesting the person who found it comes to find them.

Carlos walked along the long stretch of sand with his cousin. It was summer and they were vacationing in Mallorca in the family property.

They'd gone for a morning jog keeping up with his fitness plan for over the summer break ready for the second stint of his F1 season.

"What's that?" Carlos mumbles looking down at the glass bottle buried half in and half out of the season. He reaches down to pick it up but his cousin smacks his hand away.

"It could be broken and hurt you!" he exclaims looking at Carlos in shock as to why he would be so silly.

"It's not broken look, there's a note inside I'm intrigued!" he says pulling it out the sand and popping the cork off the top that was keeping the paper dry.

He pulls the paper out looking and reading the note on it.

Dear Soulmate, If you picked this up, it's because something called you too. In my culture when we do this and someone picks it up it means their our soulmate. I now have to give you clues and if you're intrigued enough you'll come find me. My name is Y/N and I'm 21 years old. Clue 1: I'm from country known for it's monarchy! Clue 2: I have a degree in fashion design from a top university Clue 3: 2021 Clue 4. I work under Mr McQueen Clue 5. 36 Clue 6. Enbankment Yours Sincerely, Your Soulmate.

"No way!" Carlos laughs re-reading it! He stuffs it in his pocket, knowing to take it home and look more into it.

"What was it!" his cousin asks looking over.

"Nothing!" he exclaims not wanting his cousin to think he was crazy, but Carlos had a strong belief in fate. This meant that of course he would come and find you.

You had actually sent that bottle out years ago on your 21st birthday in Australia, you were now 24 and thriving in your career as a fashion designer in Alexander McQueen.

You'd forgotten about the bottle since you'd done it, for a few months after you hoped someone would have found it but it slowly become one of those things you just forgot about.

For Carlos, he returned home with the note in his jacket pocket and he set it down on his desk.

He couldn't help but giggle re-reading over the clues and note. As a famous F1 driver he found the working under McQueen funny, but that didn't lead him too much.

But his best chance would be to join Lando for the week before the British Grand Prix, as he knew that you'd be in the UK. According to clue 1.

"Lando, please take this seriously this is a real person I want to find her!" he exclaims shoving the photocopied version of the original letter as he didn't want to destroy it.

"Okay, right so you've determined she's a uni student from the UK. There's like over 150 universities here so it's going to be impossible especially if we don't know what year she graduated" Lando sighs looking down the clues.

"Well, what about Clue 3, 2021, you recon that's when she graduated?" he asks and Lando puts a finger on his chin, thinking for a moment.

"It could be, but that would mean she also would have sent it out in 2021, how did this survive for four years at sea!" Lando exclaims looking over at Carlos who has his head tilted in shock.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Well, the youngest you can graduate is 21 in the UK, so if she did it in 2021, at age 21 she would now be 24?" Lando admits.

"And it says top UK, university that's either Oxford or Cambridge. And only Cambridge have a specific one called Fashion Design" Lando explains after some research making some deductions.

"Take me there!" Carlos says suddenly.

"To Cambridge... no mate! Look there's other clues. She's got a fashion degree, is in the UK and works under Mr McQueen, she probably is a designer in London HQ of Alexander McQueen which would explain Embankment!" Lando deducts and Carlos just has a shocked look on his face the whole time.

"What is Enbankment?" he asks.

"It's an underground station, I bet that's the station she uses to get home, to Apartment 36 perhaps?" Lando asks.

"Fuck onlyfans, if F1 fails become a god damn detective!" Carlos says pulling him into big hug before letting go and pulling shoes and a coat.

"Where are you going?" Lando shouts after him.

"The McQueen HQ building!" Carlos shouts back.

"Do you even know where it is?" he asks making Carlos pause.

"No, but I'll find it!" he shouts back before running out the door.

He tries to find his way around the underground system of London before googling the HQ and where it was. He eventually got there into the reception checking to see it was 4pm, not the end of office work day so maybe he would catch you.

"Hi there, really sorry. Looking for a Y/N?" he asks and the older lady looks over at him with a frown.

"Business?" she says in a posh British accent.

"Erm..." he couldn't think of anything to say.

"She's a friend of mine from Uni, from Cambridge" he smiles and she looks over him.

"Well, you just missed her, she left for the day about 10 minutes ago!" she offers and he sighs.

"Enbankment!" he says before running out the building. He runs down to the underground and he starts to look around all the people on the platform.

You were stood there, leaning against the underground wall and reading your book.

Carlos eyes were darting around the platform, he could make deductive reasoning. He was looking for a 24 year old fashionista and when his eyes met yours, it was like something in him just knew that it was you.

You looked at him with your head cocked to the side in confusion as to why this man was looking like that as you. However, as the tube pulled into the station your gaze wavered as you made your way on.

Carlos was in awe that he wasn't moving until someone ran past him to try catch the door. He realized you were gone and must be on the train, so he did the same getting on as the doors were closing into separate compartment.

He waited and at every stop he'd poke his head out to see if you got off. At one particularly busy stop, some people get off and a bunch of people push on before he can poke his head out, he gravitates back towards the front and sees your hair in the little bow walk away and towards the exit.

He pushes through and jumps out the doors just as they are about to close. He runs up the only stairs that are there seeing you at the top swiping a rail card onto the scanner and being let out of the gates.

He runs foreward swiping his own card.

"Hello, sir... can we take a minute of your time to talk about Climate Change!" a protester stops him, with a smile on his face where he looks behind her to see you stepping out into the sun lit street.

"I'm really sorry! No! I'm late to meet someone!" he explains before pushing past and running through the gate swiping the Oyster Card he owned from when he worked with McLaren.

He runs out onto the street where you did letting his eyes adjust to the light as he looks around for you. His eyes catch the long dress you were wearing, it was colourful and red, a colour he considered his since working for Ferrari.

He saw you walking into a building block and started to run towards the traffic lights and presses the button straight away. He waits for the green man before running across apologising to anybody he bumped into. He finds the entrance seeing security there and panics.

God they'd think he was crazy if he asked them to let him in. But then again. He was Carlos Sainz!

"Hey, I was hoping i could look round the building. I'm thinking of letting a place!" he smiles his puppy smile at the two guards on the gate who turn to him with stoic expressions before noticing who it is.

"Yeah sure! That's fine! Can we get a picture with you? Me and my son are huge fans!" he exclaims making Carlos nod. After he walks into the building looking around for a map of where rooms were.

36 - thats what he was looking for.

17th floor, he got into the lift and pressed the number shooting up. He fixed his hair in the lift getting nervous to meet you, this complete stranger.

Why was he even doing this?

He exists the elevator and walks down the corridor to your apartment and stands outside. He waits for what feels like forever before he knocks on the door.

He waits and then there you are in front of him.

"Hi" he breathes out looking over your gorgeous features.

"Can I help you?" you ask looking over him. You could sort of remember his face, but from where you didn't know right now.

"Erm, I!" he starts.

"Wait your the guy i saw in the tube, did you ... follow me here?" you ask stepping out the apartment shutting the door behind you so he couldn't get in if he was a crazy person.

"Yes. But, your Y/N, you should be 24 right now. You went to Cambridge and studied Fashion design and live in a country with a famous monarchy. You work for a Mr McQueen which actually means Alexander McQueen where you use the tube to get to work each day and live at apartment 36" Carlos breathes out all in one breath, you cock your head to the side in curiosity wondering why they were such specific facts until he pulls out a sheet of paper that you never thought you'd see again.

"No!" you laugh putting a hand over your mouth.

"Where did you find this!" you ask looking up at the man in awe.

"A beach in Mallorca" he offers scratching the back of his neck trying to work out what you were thinking right now.

"I chucked this off a boat in Australia on my 21st birthday" you gasp in shock at how far it had come.

"My family has a holiday home in Mallorca and it was on the beach where I run everyday!" he smiles nodding.

"And you actually came to find me?" you laugh in shock thinking it was a silly thing your mum would always tell you was how your family did things. Its how she found your dad, how you nan found your grandad and how your aunt found your uncle.

"Well, I did find it. I was curious!" he grins, looking at you and you look around the corridor before you bite your lip.

"Did you maybe want to talk about all this craziness over dinner?" you ask looking up at him.

"I'd love that!" he smiles, holding a hand out for you.

"I cant believe you found me!" you smile, placing a kiss on his cheek making them turn a little pink.

"Mmmm I did find you! All from the Bottle."

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marytudorqueenofengland · 8 months ago

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@dailytudors TUDOR WEEK 2024 : Day 3 - Wednesday, 16th of October: Best Tudor What If?

What if Mary I of England have given birth to a son …

On May 9, 1555, in the early hours of the morning, Mary I of England gave birth to a son after a protracted and arduous night of labor. Named Henry in honor of his grandfather, the formidable Henry VIII, this child marked a pivotal moment in European history.

Overwhelmed with relief and joy, Mary felt a profound sense of fulfillment in achieving her long-desired aspiration for a legitimate Catholic heir. His birth not only represented a personal triumph but also symbolized the strengthening of the dynastic alliance between England and Spain through his father,Philip of Spain . This event generated considerable political implications, as it reinforced Philip’s influence over English affairs and signaled a potential stabilization of Catholic power in England amid the turbulent landscape of the Reformation. The arrival of Prince Henry, therefore, held the promise of a more unified Catholic monarchy, altering the trajectory of religious and political conflicts in Europe for decades to come.

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Omg i was thinking, if college!Azriel and you were dating how would he be like what sports what subject he loved how yall would behave with eachother and friends? It just sounds so cute.

hiiii, this ask was sent back in January of 2023 so I am soooo sorry for not answering back then LOLOL. I guess some things are better late than never? Even tho my writing has absolutely 100% gotten worse since then LMAO

Modern College!Azriel is majoring in Education so he can become a high school history teacher, with a focus on medieval and modern historical studies. He spends most of him time in the university library, and that is where you both meet. He had his head buried in textbooks covering the English Monarchy when he heard a soft, gentle voice asking, "Is this seat open?"

He looked up from his book, reading glasses at the tip of his nose begging to be pushed up, to find you, the prettiest, softest looking female pointing out to the chair in front of him. Glancing around, he took note that all the other tables are packed with students cramming for finals, and so, he shyly nods, mumbling "yes, it is, you are welcome to it."

You both spent hours there getting ready for upcoming exams, and shockingly, it was easier to get your work done. You didn't feel as distracted, you felt more comfortable with your material, and maybe you attribute that to the cute, shy, nerdy male who has his notes color-coded with sticky notes, but you spend the rest of the week sitting with him at that same table, always asking if the seat in front is open, and him always welcoming you.

I think the day before the last final is when he would finally muster up the courage to ask if you would be willing to grab coffee with him in a short break, and that is when you finally start talking to him. The conversation flows smoothly between the two of you, and despite having a final the next morning, you both spend hours gabbing and rambling about anything and everything. By the time the sun is rising, you have to run off for your final and you head out, but not before sliding a flashcard with your number on the back.

From that point on, you both are inseparable, spending entire days speaking on the phone, texting each other memes, watching documentaries together over facetime. Azriel is the shyest male, but he grows out of his shell around you and finds it easy to share and talk about his hobbies and interests.

Azriel isn't the biggest sports person, BUT, he will be taking you to his D&D meet ups with his other nerd friends, and is incredibly happy he can share it with someone like you. All his friends are shocked by how pretty and elegant you are, and tease Az by asking he really pulled you. But, you planting a large smooch to his jaw and a wink in the boys direction with a cheeky, "He's good with his hands and even better with his dick," has them shutting the hell up and Az blushing a pretty pink on his tan cheeks.

He is just a big nerd with a pretty girl, and he is the happiest male in college because of it

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Victor's Main Route: Mad Love Chapter 21 + His POV Story

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The next day, the front page of every newspaper in the country was dominated by the story of the queen’s rescue.

After being abducted on the day of the parade, Her Majesty was saved by persons associated with the palace last night. According to our sources, Her Majesty is unharmed. Eyewitnesses at the scene of the abduction revealed that an explosive had been thrown from somewhere in the crowd gathered to see Her Majesty. As a result, the carriage she had been riding in had been overturned. The guards tasked with keeping Her Majesty safe were injured in the blast and unable to mobilize. Her Majesty had emerged from her carriage to check the situation, and was captured and forced into a carriage that had suddenly appeared and quickly fled the scene. Multiple people were seriously injured by the explosion, and a number of deaths have been confirmed. Given the methodical nature of the kidnapping, it is assumed that an organized group is responsible. Her Majesty is greatly saddened by the incident, and expresses her deepest condolences to the relatives and friends of the injured and deceased. She will provide the greatest possible support to the bereaved.

I put down the newspaper, letting out a sigh. A day after the kidnapping, the palace was still in an uproar. It was discovered that the group that had kidnapped the queen was a terrorist organization masquerading as a group of republicanism advocates. As the group’s methods were similar to those used during multiple bombing incidents a number of years ago, Parliament had convened an emergency session to decide how to crack down on the group. Victor had been stuck in meetings since the morning, as he needed to make an appearance as the queen’s aide to make some superficial decisions.

(But he’s been acting in secret.)

This morning, Her Majesty had given Crown an order:

“Condemn the nobles associated with Nox Liberator.”

Nox Liberator was the name of the group of republicans responsible for the prior incidents. Victor had obtained the name when he was kidnapped last night. It appeared that the predecessor of this organization had already been taken care of by Victor and William in the past. But at the time, the name Nox Liberator did not exist yet. They appeared to have adopted the name as their members grew, and they became more radical.

(And then they deliberately began performing more conspicuous actions.)

Although their modus operandi of targeting crowded public spaces resembled the serial bombings of prior years, According to Victor and William, their current leadership was far more advanced than before.

(And why did they choose to kidnap instead of assassinate the queen?)

By killing the queen, that would be the end of the monarchy and they would have been able to establish a republic. Given their goals, it would have made more sense for Nox Liberator to kill the queen on the spot rather than kidnap her.

(Even thinking about the possibility makes me sick.)

The death of the queen meant the death of my beloved. The man who I loved and whose happiness I wished for more than anyone else in the world.

(If he died…)

I stopped myself before I completed the thought and shook my head.

(I need to do what I can right now.)

I tried to change the mood, but then–

???: Kate? Are you there?

When I opened the door, Liam and Harrison were standing outside.

Harrison: We’re here to pick you up. Ready?

Kate: Yes, ready.

Liam: Then let’s go!

As I followed after them, a decorative shelf in the corridor near my room caught my eye. I thought back to last night.

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After the queen’s rescue had succeeded, and after I had spoken with Victor in that church… We walked back, hand-in-hand, to Crown castle.

Kate: Thank you for walking me back.

Victor: It’s a disgrace for a gentleman to let a lady walk home alone at night.

My heart skipped a beat at his words, but then recalled the other tone of voice he used.

(I wish I was the only one who could hear him talk like that.)

Whenever he spoke directly, it contrasted with his usual gentle, polite speech, and drew attention to his more forceful side. It just made him even more attractive, and I couldn’t help but fall for him harder.

(If he talks like that all the time, I don’t think my heart could take it…)

[TL note: This entire section is basically Kate fangirling over 俺 'ore’ mode Victor, and the contrast between how manly/tough 俺 feels compared with his normal speech]

Victor: I’ll escort you to your room. It’s been a long day, so make sure to rest well.

As I looked towards him about to ascend the staircase, I suddenly realized something and stopped walking.

Victor: Kate?

Kate: Um, Victor, your bedroom is in the palace, right…?

Victor: It is, yes. Why do you ask?

I recalled the simple black bedroom, hidden away behind a shelf in his office. And the glimmering music box with its broken cylinder. That lonely, barren room was where Victor lived.

Kate: I’m really happy you want to walk me to my room. But you’ll have to go all the way back to the palace, so…

It would take some time for him to return to his bedroom to rest himself.

(Of course I’m happy to spend time with him, but am I taking away his personal time for it?)

I had always thought that he lived in Crown castle. Whenever he walked me to my room, I just assumed he was doing it because it was on the way to his own room.

(But he has to go so far out of his way every time…)

Feeling bad, I looked away. But I raised my head when I heard him laugh lightly.

Victor: Don’t worry, my bedroom is connected to a lot of different places.

Kate: Huh?

Arm in arm, we began walking up the stairs. Victor’s eyes lit up with something like excitement.

Victor: That room is a little bit like a secret base. Victor: There are a lot of secret passages linked to it. You could think of it like the heart in a human body.

As we walked down the hallway, Victor began counting off on his fingers.

Victor: My office, the audience chamber, the queen’s bedroom, they’re all linked to my room by secret passages that only I know about. Victor: This castle also has a number of passageways built into it, so it won’t take me long at all to return to the palace. Victor: So don’t worry about me.

Kate: …Should you be mentioning this to me?

I felt like I was learning another national secret and apprehensively asked Victor whether this was okay. He simply turned to me with a smile.

Victor: I know you won’t go telling anyone my secrets, am I right?

His grin turned sneaky, the confidence in his expression was mesmerizing.

Kate: …Don’t say it that way.

[TL note: He uses 俺 again here.]

My heart was racing as I looked to him. He just laughed again.

Victor: All right, we’re here.

We were standing in front of my room. Reluctantly, I let go of his arm.

Kate: Thank you.

But before I could say ‘good night’, Victor spoke first.

Victor: There’s something I want to ask you to do.

Kate: What is it?

He reached into a pocket of his coat and pulled out a note.

Victor: Ignis, Aqua, Caelum, Terra.

Kate: Huh?

Victor: When I was captured, I learned the names of Nox Liberator’s leaders. Victor: These four are all nobles, and central figures of Nox Liberator.

He continued speaking with a serious expression on his face.

Victor: Starting from tomorrow, I intend to send Crown on missions to deal with them. Victor: I want you to join them, and record their condemnations as Fairytale Keeper.

He looked me directly in the eye as he handed me my assignment a little bit early.

Victor: I’m sorry to say, you’ll probably be very busy starting from tomorrow.

He looked apologetic, and dropped his gaze. Seeing him like that, I…

In that case…

It’s okay.

Leave it to me. (+4/+4)

Kate: Leave it to me. I’ll be sure to record everything.

Victor: I had a feeling you would say that. Victor: I’ve always liked that about you.

He looked better after I gave him my answer, and took a few steps towards an ornamental shelf a little bit down the hallway from my room. He put his hand to its side. The shelf then began to shift, revealing a hidden passageway.

Victor: I’m headed back to my office to get everything ready for the missions tomorrow. Victor: You should go to bed. Tomorrow will be a very tiring day.

I stood there for a while, watching him walk away.

Kate: That shelf is a secret door…

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Liam, Harrison, and I arrived at East End. The mission assigned to both of them was to eliminate Aqua. Aqua had apparently been part of the original group that later became Nox Liberator, and was in charge of recording and managing their activities. He was out of the country during the bombing incidents a few years ago. As a result, there was not enough evidence of his involvement, and he escaped punishment. But recently, he returned to London and resumed his record-keeping duties. …Along with something else.

Liam: This is it.

He stopped in front of a building. It was a workhouse run by Aqua to provide support to the poor.

Kate: It looks empty.

The door was half-open and there was no hint that anyone was inside it. It seemed abandoned.

Harrison: Liam.

Liam: Yup, I’ll take a look.

Liam vanished and went inside. Harrison and I stood guard outside, waiting for him to return. The door swung by itself, and Liam reappeared.

Harrison: How was it?

Liam: I couldn’t find anyone. Inside it looks just like how it does from the outside, completely abandoned. Liam: But there is a door leading to a basement. There might be something in there.

Harrison and I exchanged a glance and nodded.

Harrison: Kate, you remember what our mission is?

Kate: To condemn Aqua and retrieve his records.

Harrison: Correct. We don’t know what’s in that basement. Harrison: So make sure to be careful.

He pulled out his gun and entered the building. Following Liam’s directions, we entered the basement. The sunlight grew fainter and fainter as we progressed, replaced by cool stale air. The deeper we went into the basement, the worse it began to smell. I had to cover my mouth and nose. Liam, who had been walking in the lead, spotted a door.

Liam: I’ll turn invisible.

And with that whisper, he faded from sight.

Harrison: …I’m opening the door.

Kate: Okay.

As Harrison carefully pushed open the door with his gun at the ready…

Kate: …What…

A girl was lying on the floor. A sea of blood spread from the hole in her chest.

Kate: !

Harrison: Hey!

I ran to the girl, but she was already dead.

???: Oh dear, oh dear. I didn’t have any plans to receive guests today….

A man carrying a hunting rifle cocked his head as he looked at me. There were a few people near him that looked like his comrades, all of them carrying a weapon I had never seen before. And in the corner of the room was–

Kate: !

–a group of shivering children and piles of corpses, sitting in pools of foul-smelling blood.

(The smell was coming from the corpses.)

I bit my lip as I realized what the smell had been.

Man with gun pointed at the children: Lord Aqua.

The man with the rifle–Aqua–kept his eyes on us, his head tilted in confusion.

Aqua: …You aren’t part of Nox Liberator. You’re in plainclothes, so you’re not from the Yard or the royal guard. Aqua: Ergo, you’re either sent by someone to kill me, or you have a personal grudge. Which is it?

He began loading rounds into his rifle.

Harrison: That’s a pretty impressive weapon.

Hiding his pistol behind his back, Harrison walked closer.

Aqua: Isn’t it? I ordered this from abroad and was just testing it out.

While working as Nox Liberator’s secretary, He had also been in charge of distributing smuggled weapons to different groups.

Kate: Why…

There were so many children in the pile of corpses. There was even a pregnant woman’s corpse, a hole blown through her stomach.

Aqua: I needed to test out these weapons, and thought I’d do a bit of cleaning, too. Aqua: I figured why not kill two birds with one stone–or a dozen poor and useless children with one gun, hah!--and had them rounded up. Aqua: And, well, it had just been so much fun. Before I knew it, there was that mountain over there.

I stared in disbelief as Aqua laughed.

(!)

I noticed Harrison making a signal with the hand behind his back.

(Now’s not the time to get depressed.) (Because there are still survivors here.)

Harrison: Wow, that sounds great. I’ve been wanting to try out a new weapon. Hey, if I join up with you, will you let me hold it myself?

Aqua: Oh, if you’ll join our group, then I’d be happy to.

When everyone turned their attention to Harrison and stopped watching me, I moved closer to the children. And just as I got reached them–

Harrison: That’s a lie.

Revealing his gun, Harrison smirked.

Harrison: If you want to lie, try telling a better one. Harrison: Well, I was lying too. I don’t need any new weapon.

Blood suddenly spurted from the necks of the men holding guns.

Liam: Kate!

Kate: Everyone, over here! Quickly!

Liam appeared suddenly, slicing the throats of some of our enemies. Harrison quickly covered him, shooting at anyone who tried to attack Liam. While everyone else was occupied with the battle, I took the children and hurried to the exit.

Kate: Hurry-

Aqua: Please wait!

Immediately after I pushed the last of the weakened children out the door, I saw Aqua lifting his gun in my direction out of the corner of my eye.

(Uh oh!)

I had to at least make sure the children were safe. I slammed the door shut, and then–

Liam: If you leave even a single scratch on her, we won’t forgive you.

Aqua: Aargh!!

Liam’s knives sliced deeply into both of Aqua’s arms.

Harrison: And there’s someone who’d be even worse than us, you know.

He aimed his pistol, then blasted both of Aqua’s knees.

His POV Story: I Am Mad For You

After our talk at the church, we returned to Crown castle, hand in hand.

Kate: Thank you for walking me back.

Victor: It’s a disgrace for a gentleman to let a lady walk home alone at night.

(I would never make you walk back by yourself.)

And more importantly, I didn’t want to let go of her hand.

Victor: I’ll escort you to your room. It’s been a long day, so make sure to rest well.

Just as we were about to start walking up the stairs, for some reason, Kate stopped moving.

Victor: Kate?

Kate: Um, Victor, your bedroom is in the palace, right…?

Victor: It is, yes. Why do you ask?

I wondered if she had something to say about my room. What she said was unexpected.

Kate: I’m really happy you want to walk me to my room. But you’ll have to go all the way back to the palace, so…

(Did she assume that I lived in Crown castle?)

It wasn’t an unreasonable thought. I came here every day to eat with Crown in the dining hall and chat with them in the common room. That must have led Kate to think that I lived here. And that every time I walked her to her room before, it had been on the way to my own room. She looked so adorable when she was apologetic that I couldn’t help but laugh.

Victor: Don’t worry, my bedroom is connected to a lot of different places.

Kate: Huh?

Arm in arm, we began walking up the stairs. I began explaining about my secret passages, like a child would excitedly chatter about something top secret.

Victor: That room is a little bit like a secret base. Victor: There are a lot of secret passages linked to it. You could think of it like the heart in a human body.

As we walked down the hallway, I began counting off on my fingers.

My bedroom was connected to various locations in Crown castle.

Victor: So don’t worry about me.

I told her that I used the secret passages to visit Crown castle every day.

Kate: …Should you be mentioning this to me?

The timid way she asked multiplied her cuteness yet again. I smiled, and decided to change my tone for my response.

Victor: I know you won’t go telling anyone my secrets, isn’t that right?

Her cheeks instantly reddened.

Kate: …Don’t say it that way.

She looked embarrassed while sneaking a look at my face. I laughed again.

Victor: All right, we’re here.

When we arrived at Kate’s room, I let go of her hand.

Kate: Thank you.

But before she could say ‘good night’, I started talking about missions.

(I know this is asking a lot of you. But I would like you to make detailed reports of the next missions, as Crown’s Fairytale Keeper.)

I knew she would agree without hesitation.

(You aren’t the only one who needs to be prepared.)

Looking into her earnest eyes, I steeled myself as well.

Victor: I’m headed back to my office to get everything ready for the missions tomorrow.

I made my way to the shelf in the hallway near Kate’s room, pulling the lever in its side. The shelf shifted, revealing a hidden passageway.

Victor: You should go to bed. Tomorrow will be a very tiring day.

Kate’s stunned face made me want to laugh. Her mouth was hanging wide open, eyes as wide as saucers. I waved to her, and she wordlessly waved back. Holding back my laughter, I turned around and left through the passageway.

Victor: Haha, her eyes nearly fell out of her head.

Once I reached my bedroom, I stopped holding back my laughter.

(I bet she never expected there to be a secret passageway there.)

When I saw her the moment the shelf started moving, I felt the satisfaction of a successful surprise.

Victor: If I told her that I only finished it a few days ago, I wonder what she would say.

I had told her that there were multiple secret passageways in Crown castle. But not that that particular exit had only been added a few days ago. She would probably be even more surprised.

(The fact that I had its construction started the day you arrived will be my secret.)

My actions were meant to let her return to her old life, in the end. But in reality, I wished that Kate would choose to stay here forever.

(I want to see you again. Even if just for a single second.) (If my past self knew that was the reason I built a new passageway, he’d be shocked.)

Until I met Kate again, It had been enough for me to see her out on the streets of London, happy and healthy.

(I’d pass by the post office sometimes to check on her before leaving.) (Those moments had been the happiest ones of my life, back then.)

Seeing her work diligently had filled my days with reassurance.

(But ever since you came here, I haven’t been able to control my desires.)

During our third meeting, I told her this:

“If you want to return to your old life, you must not fall in love with them.”

It was also a warning for me.

(I have to let go of Kate, so I can’t indulge in these feelings.)

But contrary to my expectations, she fell in love with me. Even I had never thought it would happen. I continued behaving as though she could never be happy unless I pushed her away, but… Regardless, she just wanted me to be happy.

(You have no idea how much I’ve been holding back.)

But, maybe it was time to stop.

Victor: Because, from the very first day we met– Victor: I couldn’t help but love you.

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