For the prompts for Wilmon Day, I'd love if you could write something for 42. (Mostly because I want to see you give them a happy song after that one devastating fic you wrote that was, if I remember correctly, based on a song.)
Hiiii to you! And thank you for the ask💜 I tried to make this prompt into the completely opposite of that other one (that we really shouldn't talk about).
I did take some artistic liberties here, and got help with making sure it was readable from @larrylover3000
#42 What is "their song" according to them?
Simon hadn’t seen a blush that deep on Wille in a very long time. It’s been years, probably not since high school. What on earth is going through his mind right now?
"Wille…” Simon raised his eyebrows and tried to gain eye contact over the expanse of the room. “Do you already have a song that you think is ours?”
Wille groaned to himself while getting his phone up, continuing to mumble as the tone from the bluetooth speaker confirmed the connection, not lifting his head until the first synthesizer clad notes filled the room and the iconic vocalizing started, making Simon’s jaw go all slack.
Uh-huh yeah
Woh-ho-ho-oh
I will never stand alone
Or be the one to chase distant memories
As Carola started to sing in English, Wille, slightly less vibrant in color, walked determined closer and took Simon’s hands in his, hugged them close to his chest standing in front of him, caressing the back of the hands with smooth thumbs.
You can open hearts of stone
With every touch of grace, you were there to set me free.
Simon felt hearts being drawn by Wille’s thumbs as he tried to search his eyes for where this might be leading.
Could it be I’m on the road to paradise?
One step closer to the heaven in your eyes
“You know how dad is into Melodifestivalen? And how he sort of forced it onto us, Erik and I, so we knew almost all the songs, even from Eurovision?”
Simon nodded as he recalled plenty of late-night discussions with a surprisingly animated Ludvig. He also knew that Wille would deny it until he was blue, but the first year in uni he had pretended to be sick just to be able to stay at home and watch one of the semifinals. Wille had started to be much better at keeping track of his schedule after that incident.
“It was also all the English versions of the Swedish songs, those winners from before it was allowed to participate with songs written in English.” He took a breath in. Closing his eyes for two seconds then continuing while the chorus ended in the background. “And do you remember how I reacted when you were singing ‘Främling’ with Marcus that one time?”
Simon snorted, “yeah, that’s a story. As Kristina tells it, that was when you did your premier addressing the court as Crown Prince, and your main point was that you wanted to renounce your claim to the—"
Without no regrets, I’ll leave the past behind
So much love to follow till the end of time
I am captured by a lovestorm from your heart
Givin’ me a brand new start, and it’s gonna last forever
For the first time cognizant hearing these English lyrics, the well-known warm glow of gratitude and wonder spread in Simon’s chest. Thinking about how Wilhelm had told him, on that warm summer day that he had made the decision to take control of his own future. Giving them a better chance to survive. He got that part. But…
Captured by a lovestorm day and night
Feelin’ only what is right, you’re the reason love is here to stay
“What does my bad karaoke date with Marcus have to do with this song being our’s though?” Simon leaned his back towards the counter so he could pull at Wille’s hands to get him closer, making him step in between his knees, stroking Wille’s calf with his own and nudging him even more toward him, wrapping the other foot around Wille’s ankle. Trapping him near, near.
We’ll stand together
United by the power of love
There that blush was again. Wille swallowed and leaned forward, resting his forehead on Simon’s shoulder as he breathed out, “I didn’t want him to have Carola… She was dad’s and Erik’s favorite to talk about. ‘Fångad av en Stormvind’ or this English version, ‘Lovestorm’ was always my favourite of her songs anyway, much better than ‘Främling’.” Wille snorted but then his voice softened once again. “And it felt as when we drew away that day, you know when. Then it felt like a beginning, a brand new start leading to—"
I’m yours forever, free to sing
Like angels from above
Simon nudged at Wille’s temple, making him look up, “did it feel like you could be on the road to paradise?” Simon smiled softly and extracted one of his hands to caress Wille’s cheek, placing his bangs behind his ear.
I am captured by a lovestorm
Captured by a lovestorm (From your heart)
Meeting the smile “Well yes… and you were my singing angel, you even had a glowstick gloria when you wrapped me up in that lovestorm of your’s.”
Givin’ me a brand new start, and it’s gonna last forever
“And now,” Simon gave Wille a soft kiss, “I am free to sing.”
Captured by a lovestorm day and night
“Forever. Loudly. Unapologetically.” Wille smiled, unabashedly, “with me as long as you’ll have me.”
Feelin’ only what is right, you’re the reason love is here to stay
“Forever.” Simon felt the stretch of his own cheeks as he met Wille’s smile, and kissed him as a punctuation of his words. “Lovingly.” He couldn’t stop smiling though. “Together.” With both hands wrapped in Wille’s hair, the words came out by themselves with a small laugh, “and here I was going to suggest ‘Chasing Cars’ for our song.”
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Happy Wilmon day my friend!
And thank you @youngroyals-events for all these lovely prompts.
Hilal Saral cinematography is really poetic. perfect for romance and drama. Alperen`s hand elegance and its poetic movement. that magical beam of light,the warm autumn sun, the dress floating on the air ,the dancing leaves ,that forsaken hope emanating hand movement. every inch of the frame screams poetry
