#Pelle Nykvist

[nappe-plays-the-sims]

Pelle/Jorah kisses in the college dorm because I felt a sudden need to play with @potential-fate's couple posebox.

[arkhelios-gameplay]

“Oh.” Pelle put down his slice of pizza, desperately trying to swallow the piece he had started chewing on as quick as he could. There was a long pause until he managed to. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said earnestly. He had certainly not been close to Fabio himself, and Pia gave far from glowing reviews on his behavior at home, but a son was a son.

“I thought it may be best that I tell Pia myself, rather than on the phone as I did with Jolanda,” he explained. “Unless Jolanda has called her herself already…”

“I don’t believe she has,” Pelle said. “She would’ve told me.” He was relatively certain of it, at least. “I’m sure she knows I would want to know.”

“No matter,” Giovanni said. “It made me realize our time is limited and I should spend more time with my children. And grandchildren.”

Pelle nodded. “Family is important,” he said. “I don’t talk even nearly enough to my parents and siblings, even though I should. Life just gets in the way. I’m sure it did for you too.”

Giovanni took another sip of coffee before replying. “Yes,” he said. “I’ve had a lot of work to do on the lab and in my… Other activities.”

Pelle took another bite of the pizza. “Other activities?”

“I’ve been quite engaged in political activities,” he said. “You might’ve seen it.”

Pelle shook his head. “I stay far away from all that,” he said. “Only trouble. I can talk about animal rights, but that’s it.”

Giovanni looked at him, then shrugged. “It’s true,” he noted. “Plenty of trouble.”

“But I know you were in the original city council,” Pelle said. “When Abraham Helios ran the town.”

“Oh, I was,” Giovanni said, smiling. “I was his opponent and his ally both.”

Pelle, pretending to care, nodded along as he kept eating pizza.

“We all agreed on making ourselves as independent as we could from SimCity,” Giovanni continued. “We all agreed our freedoms had to be protected. However…” He clenched his fist as he spoke. “To succeed, we all had to make sacrifices. Agree to disagree. Etch things into the law we might later come to regret. And Salem Bellamy was given way more influence than public opinion should’ve allowed him to.” Giovanni bit his lip as he pondered the past. “Perhaps I wasn’t the most respectful in my criticism of him and Abraham. Perhaps I didn’t hold the most polite tone. But why should I? Why should I be ‘calm’ and ‘neutral’ while he demands outrageous legislations?”

Pelle, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation veering into topics too vague for him to know anything about, stood up abruptly. “I have a job interview,” he lied. “One of many lined up. I hate to leave you all alone here in the kitchen, but I didn’t expect this spontaneous visit, so I didn’t know to schedule around it.”

“No problem,” Giovanni said, taking another sip of coffee.

“It’s a job interview through the computer,” Pelle continued. He picked up the pizza box with one hand and grabbed the laptop with the other. Getting the oil from the pizza on his laptop made him cringe, but he was too much in a hurry to escape the conversation to wash his hands before grabbing it. “Come on, Sigurd, I don’t want you bothering Uncle Gio.”

[potential-fate]

“I uh… I thought you’d like it?” He said uncertainly. 

“No it’s nice, I’m not complaining.” Callum brushed their noses together to drive home his point. 

“Oh, okay.” Abe smiled back, “Okay, good. Good.” 

He didn’t need to think about Roman and his stupid new friends. He was having fun with his boyfriend. Here, in the same club, sure. Where he felt completely out of place, while Roman seemed completely at home across the room. But that didn’t matter. He was fine. This was what he wanted. He’d made his choices. None of that mattered. If it showed that he was distracted, Callum didn’t seem to notice. Instead, the blonde tangled his fingers in his hair and pulled him into another kiss. Abe willed himself to actually get lost in it like he wanted to. 

When they broke apart again, the group of strangers Abe was not at all interested in had disappeared again. 

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

“What the hell is going on in here? Dad? You’d better be wearing pants!”

Crown Princess Theodosia of Crystal Cove stormed the main palace, looking angrily at the mess around her. Cups of wine and articles of clothing littered the front entryway and the princess was absolutely certain that she knew how they’d gotten there.

For most of her life, Theodosia had been cleaning up her parents’ messes. Her father loved to party and have countless meaningless flings, while her mother had thrown herself into dark magic and had been killed attempting to destroy the Grim Reaper with the delusional, nearly extinct Strangetown witch coven. Her twin siblings had never shared the burden of their parents with her, and since her sister, Holly, had died in the explosion with the queen of Twikkii Island, her brother had been even less helpful. While her father was a widower, his flings were no longer considered adultery, but his daughter still thought less of him for them.

She had been married to a near stranger, the former queen of Pleasantview Queen Charlotte II after a diplomatic incident required a sacrifice to Pleasantview be made. King Liam hadn’t asked his daughter what her thoughts on the matter were before the engagement was announced. He’d stood at her rushed wedding and grinned like this was all going according to his elaborate design. Theodosia loved her father, she truly did, but most days she felt like she was the parent in their relationship. Her mother had already been pressuring Liam to abdicate the throne in favour of their daughter for years when she died. If she were still alive, he may have gone through with it. 

It was hard enough knowing that she had to run a country one day, Theodosia didn’t need the stress of being the default leader of her family, especially considering that her father was still alive and seemingly interested in filling the role. All his daughter could see was the seemingly endless political fires she had to put out due to Liam’s carelessness.

“Dad?”

The princess stormed past a group of party guests enjoying the sights of the palace from the kitchen floor. To her horror, she could vaguely recognize one of them as an occasional visitor from Arkhelios who she had the misfortune of meeting before under circumstances like this one, along with what she was desperately hoping wasn’t Twikkii Island’s palace head of security.

“Dad! We need to talk!”

As she suspected, Theodosia found her father wooing a man she wasn’t familiar with. She tried to breathe as her therapist had recommended, but staying calm was increasingly difficult with every second she stood there.

“Pelle, you’re amazing,” the king gushed, brushing his lips against the other man’s hand and watching him melt. “Maybe I could speak with the staff and organize a room for you so that we could spend more time together.”

“Absolutely not! Mom has been dead for just over a decade, and Holly less than six. We are not having any more scandals with you parading people younger than your children around the castle. Think of your reputation. Think of the country’s reputation. Do you really want Claudia to walk in here some day and evict you from your luxurious lifestyle because she’s convinced our people that she’s the better option compared to you?”

The king frowned, though he looked like he was weighing his daughter’s words.

“Claudia has no claim here,” he said at last in his defense. “Your mother is dead, and I’m not married, so who I decide to spend my time with is no one’s business but my own.”

“Do you really think that’s going to stop Pleasantview?” Theodosia hissed, glaring at the young man literally trying to hide behind her father. “That’s never stopped them historically and it won’t now. Unless you want to watch a second Crystal Empire take away your throne, you have to play your part. Mom’s not here to protect us anymore with whatever hellish dark magic she had and Pleasantview is still a prime suspect in Holly’s death. You are going to run this country into the ground if you don’t change things!”

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene,” the young man said earnestly. “I never wanted to-”

“Pelle, relax. You haven’t done anything wrong,” King Liam sighed. “If I want you to stay here, then you’re allowed to stay here. Theodosia isn’t queen yet, even if it seems that she’s forgotten that fact. Her mother filled her head with nonsense about an abdication long ago and tried to bully me into doing it. The country is still here and thriving over a decade later, so what did she really know?”

Silence swept across the room as the princess continued to try to lower her blood pressure. Her mother had been terribly wrong about many things in life, but she hadn’t been wrong to suggest that her husband “retire” from the throne, especially when this current mess was the result of Liam making his own choices.

“Pelle, I’m sure you’re a nice person caught up in the glamour of the castle and my father’s...charms,” she said coldly, ignoring her father in favour of his lover. “You’re not the first person to do so, and I know that you won’t be the last. Let me tell you about your predecessors. I have four recognized half-siblings from my father’s many affairs. There are likely more, but those are just the ones I know about. The ones who grew up without a word from my father. The ones who had mothers and fathers plead with the palace for child support or for the father of their child to spend a single moment with his child. The ones that I write WInterfest cards to every year under my father’s name so that they don’t have to feel the same crippling rejection from their absent father that I do. You are nothing more than a plaything, a toy. He’ll get tired of you too, so be prepared and use protection. I would hate to see history repeat itself with you.”

“That’s both treason and unfair,” Liam growled, but quickly withered under the glare of his daughter. “I had a traumatic childhood. I didn’t have my parents to raise me or protect me or teach me how to endure a loveless marriage to your sociopath of a mother. I’m doing my best here. Everything is fine. There’s hardly rioting in the streets because I entertain guests in my private quarters.”

A vein in Theodosia’s head was beginning to throb angrily. She tried massaging it away with no luck. Some days she wished that her mother had been the one to survive the marriage and that her father had died in her place. Queen Celeste had been emotionally unbalanced, incredibly self-centered and frankly, an actual danger to society, but at least she owned it. Her mother had accepted blame and talked to her daughter about critical things that a ruler needed to govern effectively. She had had insight and ideas and strategies for her kingdom, where her husband...didn’t. One parent was maliciously ambitious and the other had spent his life running away from his problems. No wonder Theodosia had been plucking grey hairs from her head since her early twenties.

She wanted to rage and scream about the injustice in her life, but there was an audience and her mother had trained her better than to throw tantrums about her father’s childish behaviour in front of the public. Who was her father to whine about his orphaned childhood when Theodosia had never once been allowed to have a childhood at all? She’d been the one to try to clean up her parents’ messes, while also helping to shield her young siblings from the disaster that was their family.

“I have a meeting to discuss the Harvest Moon Ball,” she spat. “Something that the monarch should be doing. By all means though, you stay here and cry about your dead mom who you don’t even remember. My losing both my mother and sister could never compete with that, Your Majesty.”

The princess curtsied dramatically, mocking the respect she was supposed to have for her king and father. What she really longed to do was flip him off and shout obscenities like the frustrated teenager she was never allowed to be, but she was better than that. For his part, Pelle did try a clumsy bow as she retreated, though the princess was far too angry to notice. 

"Your Majesty! What a surprise."

No sooner than when she’d entered the hallway, yet another situation appeared. Queen Claudia was in the main hallway, lazily looking at the portraits on the wall. Had talking about the threat Pleasantview posed somehow summoned the monarch or was this just exceptional bad luck?

Theodosia tried to suppress her surprise at the queen of Pleasantview and her heir just walking into the castle unannounced. Formality had never been Claudia's strong suit, and she clearly had no intention of changing. Theodosia remained convinced that Claudia enjoyed the element of surprise and the uneasiness it inspired.

From down the hall, Theodosia's wife, Charlotte, was just leaving the kitchen with a small snack in her arms. Her wife frantically signalled her to be on alert and Charlotte laid her snack aside and came running as elegantly as she could. 

"Your Majesty," Charlotte said with a deep curtsy. "We didn't expect you here, what an honour."

Claudia couldn't help laughing at the situation, despite its seriousness. Charlotte had been the monarch that she'd replaced in Pleasantview and now she was bowing to Claudia. The whole thing was silly, but protocol was protocol. She and Charlotte weren't close and hadn't spoken outside of events in the past few years, so formalities needed to be established. She had Victoriana as an audience, looking for an example of how to treat foreign royalty.

"Your Highnesses," Claudia said, following proper procedure and not bowing or curtsying to either princess. Beside her, Victoriana remained silent. "I'm just visiting today. There's a matter I need to consult the archives about. A private matter. I've consulted the archives in Pleasantview, but I need some titles from your archives. I trust this is the estate where the records are kept?"

Theodosia nodded gracefully.

"Yes, since this is the king's formal residence, all the archives have been moved here as is the custom. Did you need any title in particular? I can summon the royal librarian to assist you if you'd prefer."

"It must be nice having so many royal residences that you have to move archives around," Claudia laughed. Theodosia's mask of politeness never slipped in reaction. "You guys have what? Three castles? Four? I'm jealous. I only have one royal residence and the ruins of the old one. I'm thinking of expanding my estate to catch up with you guys. Maybe add a few new houses."

Claudia watched the princesses closely, hoping that her light threat had hit her targets as she'd hoped. Neither woman moved from their place, still politely bowing and showing no reaction. Pleasantview had a history of absorbing Crystal Cove over multiple centuries, freeing it and then capturing it once again years later. There was a good reason why both women were so cautious of Claudia and it never hurt to remind them of why. Claudia had no intentions of going to war to conquer any country, but it was good to mention every so often that she always could if she ever changed her mind.

"I think I'll just poke around by myself for now," Claudia announced. "I'm looking for the archives regarding the Empress' reign. I assume that they'd be here?"

A worried look passed between Theodosia and her wife, though they tried to hide it.

"E-empress Anastacia?"

Claudia fought the urge to roll her eyes. It was hardly acceptable behaviour for a queen, but it was so tempting.

"Yes, there's only been one empress, unless I'm missing one," she replied irritably. 

"But, she reigned over Pleasantview mainly, surely you have all the records you need in your archives. Everything from the Crystal Empire remains under your control, if I'm remembering correctly," Theodosia answered.

She was remembering correctly. There wasn't an inch of this castle or this government that she hadn't meticulously studied in preparation for her eventual ascent to the throne. Whatever Claudia was looking for should be in Pleasantview, or at the very least, be able to be sent to Pleasantview at the queen's request. Why did she need to arrive in a foreign country unannounced to look for records she already had?

"I'm sure having a quick look won't hurt either. Victoriana, stay with the princesses until I return," Claudia ordered. "It will be boring in the archives, so go explore with them. I'm sure you two don't mind looking after her for a bit?"

"Of course not," Theodosia said, clenching her teeth in a grimace she hoped was convincing. First she had to babysit her father and now she had to entertain a foreign princess without notice. She had had plans of her own for the day, but they had all been ruined, as usual.

"Have fun," Claudia called out, heading in the direction of the castle archives.

When she had disappeared from eyesight, both Crystal Cove princesses sighed deeply, releasing the breath they'd been holding.

"What do you want to do? We could play a game if you want," Victoriana suggested, oblivious to the tension in the air. "Or watch TV."

"I have to go for another meeting on the Harvest Moon Ball, I can't stay and babysit Claudia's kid on top of everything else. Make sure my dad's still wearing pants by the time the witch council meets tonight. Maybe someone on staff will look after the kid until Her Majesty is done pretending that she owns the place."

With that, Theodosia stormed down the hall, intent on accomplishing at least one of the items on her schedule.

[potential-fate]

Abe bit his lip and frowned. Had he been worrying over nothing this whole time? He supposed that Lucy had reassured him multiple times that Roman was doing fine. Any time he asked, she’d scoffed and told him that Roman was good. That Roman was fine. Maybe Abe hadn’t believed her. A small voice in the back of his mind said maybe he hadn't want to believe her.

But here he was, proof that he was fine. Happy. Some obnoxious redhead was hanging all over him while he chatted with a whole group of people that Abe had never even seen before. And they were all chatting animatedly like they were friends with Roman. Who were those people? Well, maybe he recognized one of the blondes vaguely. But the redhead was new. He was loud, and clearly drunk, but he was, much to Abe’s irritation, also cute. And Roman had an arm wrapped around him to hold him from falling on the floor in the corner that the group had overtaken. 

Abe looked away. Looked back at his boyfriend, who now wore a look of either concern or irritation at being ignored. He wondered what Callum had said after “Please?” that he’d missed in order to cause that look. The blonde raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't dare look back at what had distracted him now. If Callum caught on, that was certain to set him off.

“Okay. Sure.” Abe said, making a quick decision, “I’ll dance.” 

“Really?” The small frown disappeared and Callum smiled happily at him. Abe tried not to compare it to the smile across the room. He ignored the other smile completely, in fact. He didn’t care. Why should he?

“I didn’t think I was actually convincing you.” 

[arkhelios-gameplay]

The doorbell rang.

“Finally!” Pelle exclaimed, practically jumping out of his chair. He rarely ordered food, being adamant on cooking as much as possible for himself to ensure it stayed healthy. And vegetarian, for that matter, too many delivery places had tried to give him chicken. Typing up job applications to every position available, though, was a good reason in his opinion to indulge in some quick carbs. “Pizzaaa!” he said in a singsong voice as he skipped across the kitchen. Sigurd pranced after him with eyes on his owner. Pelle shot him a playful glare. “You aren’t getting any, Sigurd, I know what you’re planning,” he said, wagging his finger at the dog.

[potential-fate]

“Come dance with me!” Pelle tugged lightly on his sleeve in a gentle demand. Roman laughed lightly.

“Go, have fun.” Adrian waved him off, “We’ll still be here if you decide you hate it.” 

His cousin leaned against him and nodded in solidarity. Roman turned back to Pelle, who was just shy of pouting, and nodded slightly. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll come with you.” Pelle’s pout disappeared in favor of a wide grin, and he practically dragged Roman away.

[potential-fate]

Roman sent a pointed look at their other friends at the end of the bar. The redhead followed his gaze before understanding replaced his questioning look. 

“Ah.” Roman nodded. Maura and Jun seemed to have found more interesting things to do than pay attention to their group, leaving Adrian to sit all but alone. 

Pelle grinned, “You’re a better friend than I am. I am gonna go have fun.” 

Roman waved him off. That was almost definitely not true. Pelle was probably the best of them. As nice a sentiment as it was, Roman was sure he was not a better friend than Pelle was. The only reason Roman could even say he had any friends at all was because this group had been so easily welcoming to him. Pelle, on the other hand, was friends with almost every single person he’d ever met. He was easy to get along with, and people seemed drawn to him like a magnet. Roman was certainly not a better friend than him. 

Roman shook his head, trying to dispel the small frown that had made its way onto his lips at the thought. Instead of continuing to wallow, he slid off his bar stool and moved over one closer to the rest of the group. He grabbed Adrian’s attention instead, starting a conversation with the other man, instead of continuing on with his own thoughts. 

[potential-fate]

The club in Copperhead City was far nicer than their usual campus dive bar was. Still early in the evening, the floors were mostly clean, and the counters weren’t yet sticky. Roman wasn’t convinced that would continue to be the case once the club became more busy as the night wore on. It was, after all, still only 10:30 on a Saturday night in a club.

While he didn’t have much experience with nightlife, he knew, at least, that most people didn’t start going out to clubs until at least 9. 

The rest of the group agreed to come earlier, and stay as long as they wished, simply because getting drinks at the bar was far easier when the club was still slow in the earlier hours. As it was, Roman had watched Ashe and his friends overtake almost the entire bar with just the 6 of them. 

[potential-fate]

“Pelle,” Ashe prodded the redhead in the ribs a couple times, “Pelle~!” 

Pelle turned to face them and Ashe continued, “Back me up. A Ralph Lauren dress shirt is not casual.” 

“Well… It’s not casual. But I’m not complaining,” Pelle sent an appraising look at Roman, then raised an eyebrow, grinning at Ashe, “Are you?”  

“Well, no.” the blonde conceded. He pushed himself off the counter and grabbed his drink as the bartender handed them out, “It does look good on you, Ro. Your taste in clothing is better than your taste in drinks.” 

“Are we really making fun of my drink too?” Roman glowered halfheartedly, “what, you agree with that random guy from earlier? Who said it was too girly when I ordered the first one?” 

Ashe smirked in amusement, “no, I don’t care about that.”

[potential-fate]

Roman glanced at the door to the club. He calculated quickly, wondering if he could escape before Pelle tried to drag the rest of them into another dance or drink or activity. Unfortunately, Pelle may have been a mind reader. 

“Come on!” Pelle grinned, “The night is still young! I know someone who’s having a house party!” 

“Pelle there’s no way I’m going to a house party at 12:45.” Maura said, dodging the cup of liquid in Pelle’s grasp, “Roman, take his drink before he spills it on me!”  

Roman grabbed the cup, pulling it away from the redhead. 

“Hey!” Pelle pouted, “give that back! I paid for that!~” 

“I’m sure Maura will give you a fiver tomorrow if you’re that intent.” 

“Hey!” she protested. 

“That’s not— the point!” Pelle climbed over roman trying to reach his half finished drink while the rest of them laughed, “Give. It. Back!” 

Roman held the other man back fairly easily, and Pelle was still grinning, even without his drink. 

“I’ll give it back if you promise to finish it now and stop spilling it all over your friends” Roman smirked, “And accept that no one wants to go to a stranger’s house this late” 

Pelle pouted, but nodded, “fine, fine. Next weekend then” 

“Sure.” Roman agreed easily. He handed his drink back, and watched Pelle finish it. He was sure he could probably convince at least Ashe to have a movie night in instead of going to a party next weekend. There was a good chance Adrian and Maura would agree to that as well. But what Pelle didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.  

The other man sighed, “Alright, who’s splitting the cab fare with me? I have to go outside to get a signal on my phone” 

As the redhead wandered off, Maura spoke up, “I’ll go with him. Wouldn’t want him to trip into traffic.” 

She and Adrian followed quickly, and Ashe laughed at them.

[potential-fate]

He huffed and rolled his eyes, “I hate you.” 

“I absolutely believe you.” Ashe had adopted a serious look, but the previous smirk quickly returned. Roman only sighed dramatically, rather than answer. 

“I’m going to assume that’s a yes then.” When Roman didn’t deny it, Ashe’s grin became even more genuine.

[potential-fate]

Had he really been that lost in thought? “I’m not—” 

“Did I hear that correctly?” Roman felt Pelle slide right into them before he registered the other man’s question. Pelle pulled himself back upright against Roman’s shoulder in an attempt to not land on the floor. 

“Ro~” Pelle grinned at him, “You want to come dance with us?” 

“Uh–” Roman wasn’t actually sure he could get out of it now even if he tried. Pelle would probably wander off fairly easily if he said no, but the other two standing next to him looked like they were ready to push him over there themselves if it meant him being forced to have fun.

[arkhelios-gameplay]

“What?!” Pia had assumed he left for work early that morning since she had not encountered him while preparing Daria for daycare. Now it dawned on her that he was most likely still in his room during that time.

“I’ve applied for six new jobs,” Pelle said. “They all have better pay and working hours. I’ve listed out all the pros and cons of each of the positions I was offered, weighing out the opportunity cost of each, compared to the others-” he stopped himself as he noticed Pia was looking at him with pure horror on her face.

“But why?” she questioned.

Pelle shrugged. “It was inconvenient,” he said. “Plus, I get too complacent if I don't have anything new to get excited about. If work isn't challenging me, then it's the wrong place.”

It was hard for Pia to protest against that. Sure, his Bachelor's degree in Art wasn't as impressive, as, say, her degree in Mathematics, but he could do much better than the convenience store he had been working in.

She was, truthfully, growing tired of working as a law firm receptionist as well, but they would be promoting her any day now, surely.

[nappe-plays-the-sims]

I have already given this sim away to @potentialfate-sims and @luverofralts so might as well upload him for everyone else too. I created him for @arkhelios-gameplay but obviously nothing stops you from using him in any other neighborhood, with any other backstory, personality, aspiration or whatnot. Packaged with a different outfit than the one he wears in the picture.  Eyes are not included as they are defaults.

Pelle Nykvist

Aspiration: Romance/Popularity Zodiac sign: Cancer Personality: 10 Neat, 10 Outgoing, 10 Active, 10 Playful, 10 Nice Traits: Animal Lover, Irresistible, Social Butterfly, Flirty

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[potential-fate]

“What is wrong with my outfit?!” Roman tried to keep the pout off of his face, and only half succeeded. He had never had someone criticize his fashion choices. Plenty of other things, sure, but his clothing? Never. 

“Nothing.” Ashe only scoffed, “I just could have sworn I told you to wear something casual.” 

“This is casual!” he argued. 

“You are wearing a dress shirt.” 

“And jeans!” Roman frowned. 

Ashe only rolled his eyes, but he had a small smile on his face nonetheless, “You’re impossible.”