#Willing to write fanfiction

[onyx-archer]

Would anyone be willing to pay me to write stuff for them? Cause I need a bit of pocket change.

I'm thinking like, 10 bucks per 5k words, with a soft-limit of 8-10k words, depending on the nature of the commission? 5 bucks for possible NSFW (as I couldn't promise it'd be good NSFW). Fanfic preferred, but original stories could be done with enough detail provided. Fandoms would depend entirely on if I'm versed enough in it, so people can ask.

While I am okay with general NSFW, kinks are very much a "ask if I am comfortable with them first" type thing. I'm not going to kink shame, but if it is off-putting to me I'll say as much as the reason for declining. As an additional, slightly related thing: I won't write anything involving real people fanfic wise. Using face claims is okay, as they help me get an idea of how the characters look in your mind, but there'd be no mention of them "looking like <insert real person name here>."

In the event that revisions are needed, the first round of revisions would be free. Any revisions after that would incur an additional charge that must be paid before I do anything. This is to make sure people know that I'm a human being with other writing projects and a life, and I can't spend an eternity editing things to your view of perfection without being paid for it.

I'd also be down to write up some random ass essay thing like I have for both The Owl House, Amphibia, and Life is Strange for some kind of payment? Dunno what I'd charge for it though, so it'd depend on the subject?

Oh, and I'd be willing to proofread and edit your stuff too for a fee. It'd be determined by the wordcount, and in the case of fanfiction, how easily I can approach it with my level of knowledge for the fandom in question. It'd probably be $1-2 dollars per 1000 words?

Payment for anything would be upfront, and all sales are final. I'm not going to start writing until I get paid. Because of the nature of things, while WIPs can be provided, should there be an attempt to post it as your own work, you forfeit the commission, and I will cease working. Refunds will not be issued after I start working. In the event that I need to cancel a commission for whatever reason (example: in the event of a family related emergency, or a significant health related reason that prevents me from working), then a 50% refund will be issued as soon as I am able, and I will forfeit all rights I have to the work written, with the commissioner getting all work done up to that point to do with as they see fit.

If anyone is interested, shoot me an ask, and I'll DM you with an answer (this is just to filter out bots). If you have any questions, like specifics on what I'd be willing to write, you can ask too.

This post will be edited as needed, as I'm new to this kind of thing.

(Honestly, a lot of the wording in this post is just cause I have no idea if people would be interested. I've tried doing writing commissions before in the past on other sites, but got a lot of fucking weirdos as a result.)

[youcalledsworld]

Summonings and Grave Misunderstandings

The Justice League summons Ghost King Danny Phantom to help save the Earth. They are tired, they have numerous allies unconscious or unable to fight they are willing to do anything.

Danny was having some trouble, the entertainment he had for Danielle's birthday party just cancelled because they had a family situation. He didn't blame them for cancelling but now he had to stop a civil war from starting in one of his territories and look for new entertainment and have their backgrounds checked. Thankfully he had two weeks to do it. That was when he felt someone summoning him.

Zatanna knew she was a beautiful woman and she knew any man or woman would love to have her. So it wasn't surprising when the Ghost King asked for her as entertainment for a day after he saved the earth and had his people's doctors heal everyone. He just showed how powerful he was and a portion of his people's technological advancement and power. She couldn't even look into her teammates eyes when she accepted. She knew they would do anything to get her out of this situation but it was her dignity or the lives of the people she loves and that was a no brainer. Sadly, after steeling herself to go with the King then and there he had told her he would send for her in two weeks.

Danny has one problem down now and he swears Clockwork was behind this because it was too coincidental but he's not complaining. He now has entertainment for his little sister's birthday party and the one, entertaining the guest was a superhero magician famous for protecting the innocent and performing magic on stage. Maybe his Fenton luck is turning around.

Two weeks passed and Zatanna, the Justice League and JLD couldn't find anything to break the deal. So, when a portal opened the Fright Knight walked out to greet her, she couldn't even look at her friends as she walked towards the portal. When she came out the other side she noticed ghosts scrambling around putting up what looked like birthday decorations.

I see this ending in one of two ways.

1. Zatanna tells Danny what she and the League thought she was going to do. Danny apologises and tells Zatanna that he can pay her to entertain the party and that the Justice League can come if was comfortable with that.

2. She doesn't bring up the misunderstanding and does the show. It goes so well that Danny pays her a huge amount, that has Zatanna grinning ear to ear and a promise to hire her again. She returns to the League smiling and tells them how much she enjoyed entertaining everyone over there and that she can't wait for Danny to call her again, not noticing their shocked expression.

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | general | wc: 2.1k | cw: none | tags: childhood friends, Eddie lives, fluff and tiny bit of angst | AO3)

Written for the @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is being willing to wait for them.

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

The boy Eddie met that day was sweet and a little shy, perhaps because he was so small for his age. He was a year younger than Eddie, only five, which was forever in Eddie's eyes. He felt responsible for the little boy somehow, so he walked up to him on the deserted playground to make sure he was okay.

"'Ello!" Eddie exclaimed, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, like he'd seen his daddy do all the time when they were in town. His dad called it part of the Munson charm, whatever that was, and Eddie wanted to be as cool as his dad. "I'm Eddie, who are you?"

The boy looked up at Eddie with big eyes and made no move to take Eddie's hand, so Eddie reached out and took the boy's hand in his own and shook it wildly.

"See, that's how you do it. And then you say your name. Let's try it again!" Eddie decided, still pumping the boy's hand. "I'm Eddie."

"Steve," the boy said with a slight lisp, and Eddie thought maybe he hadn't said his name earlier because he was afraid Eddie would make fun of him for it. The other kids made fun of him a lot, for a lot of reasons that Eddie didn't really understand. All he knew was that he didn't like it; it made him sad. Especially since none of the other kids would play with him, so he had to go on his adventures all alone, fighting the big dragon without a trusted knight at his side.

Perhaps Steve could be his knight.

"Will you help me slay the big dragon, Steve?" Eddie asked, suddenly excited at the prospect of finally having someone to play with. "He stole all our gold, so we have to slay him!"

He was still holding Steve's hand, but he dropped it as he began to imitate how they would fight the beast with their swords. "I'm a mage because my mom says every fairy tale needs a good fairy or a mage to help the hero defeat the villain. And you can be that hero, Steve! I'll help you with my magic," Eddie promised, his whole face breaking into a wide grin.

Steve giggled, but Eddie thought it wasn't like the other kids laughing at him. It sounded nice, like Steve was enjoying Eddie's antics. "What do you think, Sir Steve?"

Between bursts of pearly laughter, Steve eagerly agreed, but then paused to ask Eddie in a suddenly serious tone, "But why don't you wanna be the hero?"

"I'm no hero, Stevie! I'm a mage, didn't you hear me? I can do magic to help the hero, because only together can we defeat the beast." Eddie explained in an equally serious tone, because killing dragons was serious business.

"Okay," Steve agreed. "How do we fight a dragon? I never fought a dragon before."

Eddie explained his plans to Steve, and together they ran and climbed around the playground in search of the dragon. It was the most fun Eddie had had in a long time. Steve was the best hero ever; he listened to Eddie's ideas and had some surprisingly fun ones of his own. They forgot everything around them, caught up in a world of make-believe, until a woman's voice startled them out of their play.

"Steve! Steven, where are you? If your parents come home and you're not there, they'll fire me," the woman grumbled before shouting again. "Steve!"

Eddie looked at Steve questioningly as the voice came closer.

"That's Lucy, she's looking after me 'cause my parents don't have time," Steve explained in a low voice. "I have to go." He looked very sad when he said that and Eddie already missed his bright smile.

"That's okay, Stevie, we can kill the dragon tomorrow!"

That made Steve perk up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll wait for you here tomorrow!"

"Thanks, Eddie!" Steve exclaimed, throwing his arms around Eddie in a tight hug before running off to find the woman.

The next day, Eddie was back at the playground as soon as he could get away from their house, telling his mama that he had finally made a friend and now they had to kill the dragon. "He's my hero, Mom, and I'm his mage, just like in the fairy tales!" He told her, and she hugged him tightly before making him and Steve two sandwiches, because "slaying dragons is hard work and makes you hungry'.

Steve wasn't there when Eddie arrived at the playground, so Eddie sat down on the swings and waited for his new friend.

He waited until the first signs of dawn reached the playground, and he had to eat both sandwiches because he was hungry, and drink all the water his mama had packed.

Eddie only left when it got dark, and he knew his mama would be worried. But he was back the next day, and the next. Every day for weeks, Eddie waited for Steve on the swing, always wondering why his new friend didn't want to play with him anymore.

Eddie never made a connection between his Stevie and King Steve. How could he, when King Steve was all aloof and arrogant, looking down on people like Eddie and walking the halls of Hawkins High with that haughty grin on his face. The boy wasn't his hero, and Eddie wouldn't dream of using his magic to help him.

Funnily enough, the first time Steve's sight sparked any kind of recognition in Eddie was when Eddie pinned him against a boathouse wall with a bottle against his neck. Stripped of his usual confidence by surprise and fear, Steve looked somehow... small. He sounded even smaller as he tried to reassure Eddie that he meant no harm, and the sound of his voice made something tingle at the back of Eddie's mind.

Steve was different than Eddie had expected, to say the least.

At times, he was snarky and bitchy. But not in the mean way he had been in high school. He was all bark and no bite. And he was good to Eddie's sheep, to all the kids, really. Like a big brother, a protector. A knight in shining armor who stood between them and danger.

And not just for the kids, for everyone.

Steve jumped into a dark, deep lake not knowing what awaited him; fought demonic bats with bare hands and teeth, losing more flesh than seemed healthy.

Steve was a hero, and later Eddie berated himself for not realizing it sooner, but hindsight is 20/20, and he only understood that Steve Harrington was indeed his Stevie when it was too late to do anything about it.

Eddie was almost sure when they stole the RV together, because the way Steve grinned at him just before they switched positions and Steve sped out of the trailer park reminded him so much of the sweet boy he once knew.

The boy he never really stopped waiting for.

When Steve asked Dustin and Eddie not to be cute, not to be heroes, he decided to test his theory.

"We're not heroes," he told Steve, and when Dustin said “you can be the hero, Steve” Eddie was watching his face for any sign of recognition. He could have sworn he saw a flicker of it in Steve's eyes. That was the moment he almost, almost asked outright.

Eddie even called out to him, the words on his tongue, "Why didn't you come back? I was waiting for you.' But in the end he decided against it. What use was there? They had bigger problems to deal with right now. He would ask Steve later, when it was all over. He would tell him that he had been waiting for him all this time and that he was glad that Steve had come back to him.

They would talk later.

Only later wouldn't come, Eddie realized as he tasted his own blood in his mouth and stared into Dustin's frightened, tearful eyes.

And then Steve was there, holding his hand, begging him, pleading with him to stay, not to die. Eddie couldn't promise him that, but he had promised him something else, and he wanted Steve to know that he had never broken that promise.

"I waited for you, Stevie. Every..." Eddie coughed wetly, more blood flooding his mouth, and he suppressed the grimace to keep smiling at Steve. "Every day. I knew you'd come back. Worth... the wait," Eddie whispered, his voice fading. Eddie was fading fast.

In the distance he heard Steve's voice begging him to stay, he needed his mage by his side, and the last thing he thought was that he was sorry he had to leave before he could see Steve slay their dragon, but he hoped his magic had helped enough.

The next time Eddie was able to think and feel, it was like waking up from the worst hangover ever. Everything hurt, even his hair.

Slowly opening his eyes to a thankfully dimly lit room, he winced at the sharp pain in his head. It made moving his head even more torturous, but Eddie had to know where he was. Looking around as much as he could, he realized several things.

He was in a hospital bed with monitors beeping softly beside him.

It was night, with only a small bedside lamp providing some light.

Steve Harrington was asleep next to him, his arms crossed on Eddie's bed and his head resting on them.

Eddie must have made some sort of noise at the sight, because at that moment Steve jumped to his feet, ready to fight or flight.

Then he looked at Eddie and a myriad of expressions played across his face. Most of them passed too quickly for Eddie to decipher, but he's sure he saw surprise and joy. Wonder, definitely, but maybe fear, too, though Eddie had no idea why Steve would be afraid of him.

"Steve," Eddie croaked, his throat like sandpaper. The sound of his name was enough to jolt Steve into action and he hurried over to Eddie's bedside table. Seconds later, a straw was held to his mouth and blessedly cool water filled his mouth and ran down his throat.

"Thank you," he told Steve when the cup was empty and he felt more like a human being again. A badly mangled human being, but he took what he could get. "What happened? Is everyone..."

"Vecna is dead. Everyone made it out alive." Eddie let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "That's all you need to know for now. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, okay? You should get some more rest. You... we almost lost you."

Steve looked shattered as he said this and Eddie finally noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Steve's hair worried him even more. It looked greasy and unkempt, worse than it had even looked in the Upside Down.

Eddie was afraid to ask, but he had to know. "How long..."

"Twenty days. They couldn't tell us when you'd wake up. If you'd wake up." His voice broke at the words, and Eddie tried to lift his hand to soothe and comfort, but it weighed a million pounds.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Stevie," he said instead, hoping to ease Steve's pain with his words instead. But all it did was make Steve collapse, the bed the only thing breaking his fall. He was the one who reached for Eddie's hand then and held on to it like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm the one who kept you waiting for years. I never went back to that playground. My babysitter didn't want to take me anymore because I ran away, and she almost lost her job. And then it had been years before I was old enough to go by myself and I couldn't... the thought of going there and you not being there was too much. And why should you be? Nobody would wait that long."

The "not for me" rang out between them and Eddie gathered all his strength to pull Steve's hand to his mouth. As he planted a kiss on the soft skin of the back of his hand, Eddie said in a low voice, "I did ... I waited all this time for you. This playground became my hound, once a day I would stop by, just in case. I always hoped you would come back."

Now it was Steve's turn to take Eddie's hand in his and place it gently on his cheek, planting a soft kiss on Eddie's palm.

Caressing Steve's lips with his thumb, Eddie smiled at the sweet boy he had waited a lifetime for. His hero.

"We did it, Stevie. We slayed the dragon!"

Steve's pearly laugh echoed through the room, silenced only by Eddie's lips as he leaned down to capture them in a fairy-tale kiss.

[bigalockwood]

sweeter than fiction - chapter 3

Wille was wearing a white shirt, sweatpants and his pink crocs and had zero right looking as soft yet hot as he did. “Hi,” Simon said. “Hi. Nice to finally meet you, muffin thief.”

More silliness ensues before Wille and Simon finally meet in person.

Read chapter 1 of muffin man AU here!

Or go to the newest chapter here. 💜🧁

[storgicdealer]

vicagent brainrot: electric boogaloo

thinking that vics hair always weighted them down. that it was nothing but a long, irritating reminder of the potential they had. of the life they wanted. just an uncombed mess of hair, a memory of her vulnerability. a distraction

thinking that vic wouldn't allow to hand themselves into an unknown persons hands to deal with it, professional or not. either way, going to a hairdresser is a menial task that they dont imagine themselves doing. not in this life. not with her path

thinking that they wouldnt want to leave the familiar walls of the corporate's building either. their mind is settled on their task

and yet, they have to uphold an image. an actual, respected authority figure needs to look the part, right?

so, they think of asking a person that they ... believe, could be delicate with it. a person that puts their all into a task. the one they believe could have the skills to deal with such an absurd ask.

they weren't afraid of being denied. and they weren't afraid of asking such things, either. not with this one, at least.

locks of darkened, completely natural hair fall on the cold, tile floor of a cabinet's bathroom, with the sun piercing through a small window and bouncing off the polished surface of a conveniently placed chair.

agent didn't really mind the mess. after all, they do have janitors.

they didn't really care about their locks falling on their arms and vest, tangling with the fleece and small fabric pellets. their mind had completely shifted to an echoing question that they didn't allow themselves to comprehend completely. how did their boss trust them with it?

victim didn't really know the answer to this question, either.

"done."

the gray stick slightly lifted her gaze, focusing on the image in the mirror, for once.

they felt a cold, uneasy absence of matted hairs on their neck. in the reflection, they saw grey puffed locks of hair curling under their chin that slightly emphasized their cheeks. they definitely had more volume in their hair, now.

the hollowhead stared at their reflection for a while before meeting the patient gaze of their colleague in the same mirror.

this was a call for them to finish this endeavour.

perhaps, vulnerability shows itself in more than just one way.

[charliespringverse]

young royals fic masterpost

complete:

you've lived a life before me • rated g. 1 chapter. 2.7k words • an easy, intimate morning leads to tense conversation when a throwaway comment makes clear just how much imbalance wilhelm's upbringing has brought to his and simon's relationship. • ft. autistic!wille too fast i fell to begging, have you ever lost heaven? • rated t. 3 chapters. 16.5k words • wilhelm can handle a lot of things, but losing simon isn't one of them. heading back to hillerska after the worst birthday in living memory, his mental health begins to catch up with him. • tw: self-harm, dissociation, panic attacks, suicide attempt all the quiet nights you bear • rated m. 1 chapter. 8.3k words • five times somebody knew wilhelm was hurting himself, and one time somebody cared. • tw: graphic self-harm, emotional neglect, emotional abuse, suicidal ideation, broken bones, hospital/surgery content

spring flowers in full bloom (escapril) • rated g. 30/30 chapters. 18.1k words. • a collection of short, unconnected oneshots inspired by the escapril 2024 prompts. • ft. autistic!wille

in progress:

summer of self-discovery • rated g. 1/? chapters. 2.8k/? words. • driving away from hillerska was only the beginning. summer lasts forever at their age, and there are still a few months to go. this is simon, wilhelm, felice, and sara's holiday. • ft. autistic!wille

[toffeelemon]

sapphic wilmon fics as sapphic songs🩷🧡🤍

this is a (play)list of some of my favourite genderbent au wilmon fics as sapphic songs to celebrate the wilmon tag on ao3 hitting 5k works!

I won't treat you like you're oh so typical by saynomore @saynomorefic [T, 9k, 1/2]

non-royal AU. rare butch wille/femme simon! delicious sexuality realisation friends to lovers

I'd be home with you by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 6k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe fluffy established relationship valentine's date.

Comes on the common tongue of your loving me by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 1k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. simon being a teasing lil shit

Santa Claus won't make me happy (but you will) by MarvellKya17 @i-love-semicolons [E, 3k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. christmas themed, semi-public sex with toys

The altar is my hips by TheBoyWhoWalksInTheLight @aro-of-artemis [E, 1k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. new year's eve themed and excellent lesbian sacrilege as usual

Bubblegum by stealthy_chameleon @stealthy-chameleon [E, 2k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon cute mutual pining to smut speed run

the taste of lace and you by willesworld @willesworld [E, 3k, 1/1]

princess wille x she/they simon in universe pwp. wille in lingerie.

Look at me when you're alone by Gwendolyn @shouldntbearevolution [E, 3k, 1/1]

dom she/they simon giving wille a lap dance... yeah

Something Bittersweet by embracedthevoid @embracedthevoid [E, 9k, 2/2]

a series of 2 fics. non-royal AU. enemies to lovers. hate sex. still pretending to be enemies hehe. public sex.

good friends by phnelt @phneltwrites [E,4k, 1/1]

established wilmon and (straight friend) felice threesome. trust me sksk.

[unofficialadamtaurus]

When Blake and Weiss kill Adam in Argus, they both believe it’s over. Until Weiss summons Adam in Atlas.

read on FFN here.

[daughterofhecata]

Short note to fic readers who want an author to maybe write more of a particular story:

DO NOT come barging into the comment section with "Please write a sequel!!!", especially if that it the entirety of your comment and you have no previous rapport with the author.

DO mention a few things you liked about the fic and then maybe throw out a few ideas of what you would like to read, like "I wonder how the next morning is going to go!" or "it would be so interesting to see them negotiate the relationship going forward!" and maybe end on a note of "would love to read more in this universe!"

That way you've actually opened a creative window, shown your interest in the fic and the universe, without pressuring the author or treating them like a content machine.

[serenescribe]

Ficlet request event

Diasomnia cuddle pile?

[✐] ficlet frenzy

"Father?"

A voice rings out from the door, causing Lilia to raise his head from the bed. Silver stands in the doorway, eyes wide as he takes in the scene before him.

And oh, what a scene it must be! The three of them — him, Sebek and Malleus — all curled up together on Malleus' bed, large enough to fit all of them. Malleus lies in the middle, arms curled around Sebek and Lilia's waists, pulling them close to his warm body.

"Ah, Silver!" Lilia calls out, ignoring the exasperated little huff he hears from Malleus as he shifts to push himself upright. "You're just in time, actually. See, Malleus here happens to be in quite a bit of a pickle. His draconic instincts seem to be going a tad bit awry today."

"Yes, I can see that," Silver answers, still hovering in the doorway awkwardly, fingers curled around the jamb. His eyes flick from side to side, surveying the room. "Should I go?"

"No," Malleus demands, his voice like a throaty rumble of thunder, reverberating through the room. "Come."

It takes a bit of maneuvering, Lilia needing to stir Sebek from his slumber — the younger boy grumbling as he shifts over to make space for Silver to crawl in — but finally, Silver settles in among the rest of them. He lays with his head on Malleus' chest, fidgeting slightly, clearly at odds about weighing down his liege's body, though Malleus does not seem to care.

"He'll be like this for a while," Lilia tells Silver, reaching over to ruffle his hair. He hears a snort and an exasperated muttering of words from Malleus, complaining about how this isn't that bad. "Best to settle in for a nap to pass the time, much like Sebek is doing."

It's a bit of a shame that Lilia will have to miss the raid he's planned with Gloomurai today, given how suddenly Malleus had burst into his room and whisked him away without any warning. But can he really say he dislikes this, cuddling close to the rest of his dear family, spending precious time together?

[spanishinfluenza]

The knife shakes. The air throbs with the blood.

"God, help me."

A Rope In Hand

[kindaasrikal]

Finally got through the hardest part of the first chapter of the morro fic ive got planning and now i gotta get to the mire boring part

[l1lyfl0w3r]

I desperately need a fic with a 'fake lovers' trope but where they don't fall in love.

For example

Ginny x Dean

Where Dean x Seamus is the actual ship

But Ginny wants Harry to be jealous, and Dean wants a way to forget about Seamus.

In the end Dean x Seamus start dating after Seamus gets upset and confesses.

Ginny gives up on Harry. Harry realises he likes Ginny after the fact. Maybe they end up together in 6th year, maybe not.

Canon compliant as much as possible but also not at the same time. Iykyk, I don't even know tbh

I will probably have to write this myself, unless someone wants to do it for me.

[apomaro-mellow]

the people have spoken and made their voices heard so steve’s taking demon dick in the next chapter. here’s a snippet to hold yall over until then

Eddie looked caught. “I don’t-Steve I don’t think you know what you do to me. How hard it is to stop.”

“But you did it.”

Eddie took a breath through his nose. “I don’t wanna scare you.”

Steve let out a belt of laughter and even slapped Eddie on the arm. “Dude, you were an adorable dog today. I saw you try and teach a bird how to whistle the Flintstones theme song.”

“I swear I’ve heard birds singing showtunes. They can be taught.”

“My point is, you’re the least scary demon I’ve ever met.”

“You’ve met other demons?”

[bigalockwood]

Simon’s Month- Day 2: Food

Urgent: Looking for someone who can cook a three-course meal for three people (no actual qualification required). Preferably no Swedish cuisine. If interested, please call XXXX for further information. Effort will be generously and appropriately compensated. Or: Simon just wants to earn some money. Following an unusal offer, he somehow ends up cooking a meal for the ex-Crown Prince and his parents, no big deal. But why has no one told him how hot Wilhelm has become since he's stepped down?

Find my contribution for prompt two for Simon's Month (hosted by @youngroyals-events) here.

My other drabbles and ficlets for Simon's Month:

Prompt 1: Pencil case

[shouldntbearevolution]

Your heart's running wild

Ship: wilmon

Rating: explicit

Summary:

Wille’s eyes look over the vast selection in every color imaginable, almost entranced by them. His mamma had always had her nails painted, can barely remember a day when they weren’t at least coated with clear polish, and he was always fascinated by it. He remembers begging for her to paint his nails too when he was younger, even though she always refused, but he was filled with glee when one time she gave in and painted his toenails a green color. He had stared at the pretty varnish for ages, wiggling his toes and running his fingers over the smooth texture of it, becoming sad whenever he saw it begin to chip. That fascination had gone away for a while, with his position and image, until he briefly tried to indulge it in Felice’s room. But it had reminded him too much of what he thought he couldn’t be, and so nail polish remover had stung his nose as he scrubbed the purple color off. But now . . . (Or, Wille paints his nails again, but this time he gets to show Simon.)