#once I listen to it I'm sure I'll have plenty of thoughts to share lol

[murderandcoffee]

Have you listened to witherburn afterschool news, as it seems quite similar to some of the podcasts you listen to? If so what are your thoughts on it?

I have not listened to it! I've heard of it, though--I'll add it to my list!

[saynomorefic]

Hi June! If you're still up for it, 4, 5, 34, 35 and/or your choice for the otp asks?

Have a lovely day 💜

Hii W! Tysm for the ask <3 I kinda wrote a novel 😅

4. Their favorite show to watch together? 

Simon 100% watches anime. My knowledge of anime is next to nothing but I feel like he likes Deathnote, Attack on Titan, Hunter x Hunter, etc. I think Wille prefers teen dramas (he got a taste for them from Felice/ the girls) and docuseries, because he's hungry to learn more about the world around him. I think together they probably watch whatever anime Simon is into and nature documentaries because they're both kinda big nerds?! Oh, and Avatar.

5. Who is the cheesier one of the two? 

Sorry but Wille. I feel like I see this pretty much confirmed everywhere, from canon to fic. That boy knows how lucky he is and takes every opportunity to show it.

34. How do they cheer one another up during sad times?

I agree with the consensus that it's physical (lol) however I'll try to say some new things. Wille seems to want to talk it out, and Simon has demonstrated that he shows care by listening, asking questions, and offering support. I imagine he learned these skills from living with Linda and Sara. Sometimes when Wille's sadness turns to big anger (like once a year) they'll go to the junkyard and smash a bunch of shit, then go make out. Yeah. 

Simon seems to go within when he's sad, so Wille tries really hard to stop him from spiraling and get him out of his head until he's ready to talk. He'll plan little excursions, like a walk in the park, or get Simon to dance with him in their living room, anything to show him that it's not all bad. Wille also tries to make him laugh. I envision a lot of tickling. He knows not to rush Simon, who will share when he feels safe and ready. 

35. What are their tastes in music? 

I've thought about this one quite extensively. 

So I think Simon inherited a bunch of Micke's taste, because we know Micke exposed him to music and took him to concerts as we see in canon. I imagine it's a good mix of 80's and 90's rock, things like Nirvana and maybe some Swedish bands (like Kent, thank you Wilma @nothingadoaboutnothing ;)) 

As for contemporary music, I feel like Simon likes indie rock, some of it more underground, some more standard like the Arctic Monkeys, Vampire Weekend, etc. I see him listening to Lizzy McAlpine and Sufjan to cry and get his feelings out. I also feel like he likes Lady Gaga, perhaps a mix of her vocals and aesthetic. 

Wille likes rap and EDM as we saw in YR. However, much like the TV show thing, I think Felice and company have definitely awakened some love for queer pop / hyperpop in him. I see a burgeoning Charli / Chappel fan. Maybe this is just wishful thinking but I see it. Simon 100% makes fun of him (but definitely doesn't complain when he puts it on). 

Bonus / free question: 

39. Do they get along with each other's family? 

I want to say I'm hopeful on this one. Simon seemed to do fine with Kristina and Ludvig, although I'm sure there's going to be plenty more awkwardness and discomfort now that Wille has stepped down. Overall I think they're pleasant towards each other with occasional moments of connection. 

I think Wille is very invested in getting to know Sara, Linda, and possibly Micke. Post S3, I think he starts to form a closer bond with Sara; I'd like to think she becomes like another sibling now that he doesn't have Erik anymore. Wille tries hard with Linda in the beginning, and eventually realizes that all she wants is for him to treat Simon well and be happy, which for him is easier than ever. Perhaps Wille is the bridge towards a better relationship with Micke - he understands shitty family dynamics and is neutral where everyone else is scarred, so maybe he can help them be in each other's lives again in small ways. Like I said, wishful thinking.

I think Simon actually pushes for Wille to spend time with Wille's parents more, because Wille definitely prefers holidays at the Erikssons. S3 made me feel very hopeful about both fronts.

[enigmaticmaki]

A Stor Mo Chroi

In which our character will miss a certain Senpai as his graduation looms near. Reblogs are appreciated! Enjoy!

A/N: My OC's name is Fulnis, but feel free to imagine your character as well lol

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"Would you play a song for me?"

Johann looks over at you in surprise, fingers pausing their motion on the cello's bridge, bow suspended as the music halted into a quiet.

"Wasn't I already?" He asks, golden eyes squinted in confusion.

You run your hands across the velvet plush seats, aligned in rows extending towards the back of the auditorium, with the abrupt urge to dig your nails into them.

You were here with Johann Chu to hear him practice his piece for the opening ceremony in honor of the incoming freshmen. A whole year has passed, and your senpai had one final year in Cassell College before officially being a dragonslayer. One final year before he is forced into the path fate deemed him suitable. It somehow made your gut wrench, and your lips quirk into an emotionless smile wondering if you'd miss him.

You probably will. Terribly.

Gods you still had a year, why were you so emotional? If anything, he'd probably go with a bang. Caesar would throw Johann's farewell party himself just to spite him, despite having already graduated this year.

The thought lightened your mood a bit.

You whirled around to meet his eyes, and answered "No, none of that classical shit you're playing. Besides, you seem more of a Brahms instead of a Bach."

Johann somehow took offense in this, though he had no idea what you meant. Seeing the appalled look on his face, you shrugged and came over to the stage where he sat by his lonesome; footsteps echoing through the haunting silence of the empty auditorium.

"You said you liked Irish folk songs, didn't you?" You asked, moving past him and settling yourself on the piano.

"I seem to recall having said so, yes," Johann replied, turning over to watch you run your fingers across black and white keys. The song was more suited to a harp but you supposed a piano would do.

"Are you familiar with A Stor Mo Chroi?"

Johann's eyebrows raise in surprise, before closing his eyes in contemplation.

"I think I remember the notes to it, yes."

"Play it with me."

You raise your fingers towards the keys, and begin playing the opening notes knowing Johann will follow along the melody on his cello.

Once you hear him start playing, you softly sing the words.

A stor mo chroi when you're far away

From the home you will soon be leaving

It's many's the time by night and by day

When your heart will be sorely grieving

For the stranger's land may be bright and fair

Rich in its treasures golden

But you'll pine I know for days long long ago

And the love that is never olden

A stor mo chroi in the stranger's land

There is plenty of wealth and wailing

Where gems adorn the great and the grand

Where the faces with hunger paling

To your surprise, you hear him join along for the second verse; voice carrying over well across the empty hall.

Damn, this wasn't fair, he was athletic, smart, musically inclined and he could sing??

His baritone blended with your alto, creating a harmony that carried the somber mood of the song well.

When the road it is tiresome and hard to tread

And the lights of their cities blind you

Oh turn a stor to Erin's shore

And the one that you leave behind you

A stor mo chroi when the evening mist

Over mountain and sea is falling

Oh turn a stor and then you list

And maybe you will hear me calling

For the sound of a voice you will surely miss

Somebody speedily returning

A run a run won't you come back soon

To the one that will always love you

You lift your hands from the piano as the last notes recede and the song ends, looking towards Johann. You slightly jump in your seat as you find he was already looking at you, golden eyes boring into you like they were fire.

"Is there something you'd like to say to me?"

You flinch, surprised by his instinct and taken aback at his rather straightforward question.

"None at all," you lie, averting your eyes to the empty seats as if an audience had magically appeared, "I just heard the song somewhere and thought it would be nice to share with you."

"Mmhhmm," Johann hums, slightly amused by your expression. "And I don't suppose this has to do with me graduating this year and leaving you behind?"

Damn it, when did he get so perceptive...?

You turn to him in a huff, deciding to just be honest and get it over with. You hated beating around the bush.

"And so what if I am? You're leaving in less than a year then it's probably off to the Japan Division where you get to slay dragons and attract Japanese women, not that I care."

Johann sets down his bow and cello, putting them away gently in their case and turns to you. You continue your rambling, unaware of a small smile forming on his face.

"I'm just mad they still wouldn't give me that extra credit class when you took like, three! I could be a year ahead by now as well but noooo, Professor Manstein had to be a prude and keep me in my own batch--"

"Hey."

"Not to mention I'll have no one to spar or train with. Luminous is there sure, but he'd rather rot in his room than go out training-"

"Hey, Fulnis."

"And this is definitely not because I'm sulking. What is there to sulk about anyway? The fact that you're going away without even addressing this thing we have between us? Was there even a thing? Ugh I don't even know why I'd call it a 'thing' when-"

"Fulnis!"

You gasp and promptly choke on air when you see Johann's face hovering not 5 inches away from yours, his hands firm on your shoulders in an attempt to gain your attention.

In your ramblings, your eyes have screwed shut in an attempt to block out the severe headache that was coming on, and partly because of embarassment, and thus, have failed to notice that Johann had stood up to shake you out of your stupor.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you stare at his eyes. They really were ethereal, and you thanked Raja he didn't wear contacts today.

Fuck you fell hard, didn't you? You silently mused.

"Fulnis, are you alright?" Johann asks, bemusement lying under notes of concern.

"...A stor mo chroi." You whispered, after a moment's pause.

"I'm sorry?" He asks, not having heard you clearly.

"You. You're my stor mo chroi."

Golden eyes widen as Johann processes your words. You curse yourself silently for confessing in the manner that you did, and the heat on your cheeks has evolved into a full blown blush.

A few seconds of agonizing silence passes, and just when you were sure your heart felt heavy enough as it is, you felt a pair of hands softly take yours.

"I may be graduating, but that doesn't mean I'm leaving you behind," Johann says, pulling you up to stand in front of him. You feel his fingers dance on your knuckles, your hands impossibly tiny in his.

"The Johann Chu you got to know isn't someone who leaves the ones he loves behind. The Johann Chu you know is more than the A-grader, basketball player, and celloist. Your Johann Chu is the one who likes Pony and Friends, is scared to go on extreme rides, and listens to Irish Folk songs."

He takes ahold of your chin, guiding your head to look up at him; you were holding back unwelcome tears by schooling your expression into a blank one. But your body betrayed your facade, as your shoulders visibly shook.

"That Johann Chu is yours."

Yours. He said yours. Johann Chu was yours?

You stare at him speechless. There was a ringing in your ears growing louder with each passing second, and you feel Johann clasp your hands in worry as you failed to respond.

"Fulnis?"

The ringing stops and your hands escape his, only to find themselves framing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

The silence in the auditorium had never been louder, but even that seemed muffled when you feel him reciprocate; his hands on your waist and kissing you back with such a gentleness that your heart ached.

And in the back of your mind, the Irish folk song echoed:

A run a run won't you come back soon, to the one that will always love you.

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I did an angst fic, now have a kinda soft one!

A Stor Mo Chroi is a traditional Irish folk song about love and loss, and I got inspired to write this while listening to it.

The direct translation to the title is 'Darling of my Heart'.

Have a listen here!