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[leojfitz]

yr drabble challenge: a proposal

“You won’t believe what happened to me today.”  Simon gets into bed after a long day spent sunbathing on an Italian beach, and lies next to Wille, Simon’s head resting on his chest.  “What?” Wille asks, smirking, putting his arm behind Simon’s shoulder.  “The guy I’ve been dating for two years asked me to marry him. On a deserted beach. Under the moonlight.”  “Ah, shit,” Wille says, taking Simon’s hand in his and bringing it close to his mouth. “I wanted to ask you too.” He kisses the ring he has put on his fiancè’s finger a few hours earlier. 

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[marta-bee]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The @holmestice reveals are out, so I can finally own that story I was writing a few weeks ago. I’m actually ridiculously proud with how it turned out, and if you haven’t read it through Holmestice, please do enjoy it now.

The official summary is “ During the Great Hiatus, Holmes has cause to reflect. “ which is a bit bland, but I’m not sure how to be more specific without giving the game away. It’s a more-or-less completely original adventure during the years when Holmes was supposed to be dead, though for all that it’s light on the adventure and heavy on the aftermath. It’s an epistolary-fic, a hurt/comfort-fic (as much as it can be with the hurtee and comfortee on different continents at the time), a heavy dose of Mycroft’s machinations (though more or less offscreen). For a story in which --strictly speaking-- Holmes and Watson aren’t in a romantic relationship until suddenly they are, these two are ridiculously, consistently, tooth-rottingly husbands in luv. There’s lots to enjoy here, even if I am a tad biased.

BBC friends, if you enjoy a bit of Victorian Johnlock, all you really need to know is Holmes faked his death once and then went off and had some adventures of his own. Yes, there’s loads of shout-outs to the Doyle canon, but I hope you’ll give it a chance because I think you’ll enjoy it too.

Also: congrats to @pipmer who guessed ‘twas I who wrote the thing. I did rather give myself away more than I meant to! But I’m glad you enjoyed it, and well-spotted. :-)

[leojfitz]

Wille was kind of staring. At Simon’s ass. It was a very nice ass indeed. He was so busy staring that he didn’t notice Simon turning his head towards him. “Are you enjoying the view?” He asked, smirking. “No,” Wille answered, suddenly looking away. His face was burning and probably turned a thousand different shades of red, so he picked up his phone lying next to him and started scrolling through his TikTok account. or: Wille and Simon both qualify for the Olympics. They have to share a room, and Wille is not too happy about it. Until he kind of he is.

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[leojfitz]

wilmon + "letting out a shaky breath, he signed." 💜

Letting out a shaky breath, he signed the contract. 

Wille tried his best not to start crying in front of the estate agent, didn’t want his tears to end up on the paper in front of him, it wouldn’t have been extremely professional of him - even if he wasn’t the Crown Prince anymore, everyone in the country still knew who he was, and he didn’t want this guy to go around Stockholm telling his friends that the ex-prince had cried while buying an apartment.

But the estate agent didn’t know what that signature meant for Wille, how much he had suffered, how much he had to fight to be there, holding his boyfriend’s hand under the table as he slid the papers to Simon so he could sign them too. 

Now that he was done Wille finally looked at Simon, and saw that his eyes were full of tears as well, undoubtedly thinking about everything they went through to be there, about all the times they fantasised about moving in together when they were still in school, and then later when they were in Uni when Wille got an apartment but Simon refused to move in without paying rent even though he ended up spending most of his time there anyway, except for that semester he spent in Venezuela - the six longest months of Wille’s life. 

A lot of people didn’t think they would make it through University unscathed - they got together too young, there was no way they were going to be together still after Uni, people changed so much in their twenties, Wille had heard it all, but they proved all these people wrong. 

So wrong that they had just bought their first apartment together, and they were starting a new chapter of their lives that day - well, not exactly that day, they had to buy new furniture and pack everything and - but they would think about that later, for now, Wille squeezed Simon’s hand under the table and smiled at him, and whispered to him we made it. 

send me wilmon + a sentence and i will write the next five 💜

[leojfitz]

yr drabble challenge: video store

90s au anyone? also haven't thanked @youngroyals-events for organising this yet, I'm having such a great time. thank you sm! 💜

“Good to see you again,” Simon says. Wille stares at him as he hands Simon the movie he watched last night.  “Any suggestions?” Wille asks. When he’s not renting Titanic or Romeo+Juliet because of his gigantic crush on Leo, he always asks Simon for recommendations.  “Something sci-fi, Alien maybe?” Wille scrunches his nose.  “I don’t really like sci-fi,” he admits, “unless you want to watch it with me?” Wille has been gathering the courage to ask him out for weeks.  “Sure,” Simon answers, almost casually, as if they do this all the time. “My shift ends at 6 pm.” 

[leojfitz]

yr drabble challenge: forever

Simon slowly blinks his eyes open. He doesn’t know how long he has slept. The memories from the night before are hazy. Wille is sitting next to him on the bed. Wille, the guy he has been seeing for a while. Almost every night for about a month now. “You’re awake,” he says, smiling. “How do you feel?”  “Did we take something? Pills? I don’t remember” Wille shakes his head.  “No, baby. You -” Wille moves a strand of hair from Simon’s face. “You said that you wanted us to have all the time in the world. And now we will.”

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[leojfitz]

Wilmon

I've never done this before.

“I’ve never done this before,” Wille confesses in a whisper, as Simon walks closer to him, knowing exactly what will happen. 

He knew what was going to happen from the moment he invited Simon over to study because Wille had been waiting for this moment for weeks now, months even, ever since he laid his eyes on Simon when he first entered his new school in October. 

And yet, even though he wants this so badly, he has dreamed about it, he is scared because this is his first kiss, and he has just admitted it to Simon - Wille is almost seventeen and he has never kissed anyone before. 

Simon freezes then, and Wille clears his throat, feeling incredibly ashamed because he knows that Simon is very popular at school, and he heard things about other guys who have done things with him - not that he’s jealous or anything, really - and he would understand if Simon changed his mind now, because who the fuck is almost seventeen and never been kissed before if not him, the most pathetic loser - 

“It’s okay, Wille,” Simon interrupts his train of thought, a smile as he takes Wille’s hand in his, gently caressing it with his thumb, “if you don’t feel ready we can - do it another time, I don’t mind waiting,” he adds then. 

“No, no, I really want to do this,” he says then, feeling a lot calmer after the reassurance, and so Simon nods, leans in, and Wille finally finds out that kissing Simon in the real world is a lot better than in his dreams. 

[leojfitz]

Simon is chilling in the pool on the roof of the hostel he's staying at in Sevilla, a beer in one hand, eyes closed, enjoying the quiet before he has to leave to explore the city some more. He has been traveling through Spain for a couple of weeks now and he's exhausted, so he's taking it slow for the day.

"And this is the rooftop, as you can see, with the pool that's open until 10 pm," the guy who works at reception is explaining to some new guest. Simon opens one eye to take a look.

"Nice," the guy is saying, looking directly into Simon's eyes. Oh. He has flirted and slept with a few men along the way, but the way this guy is looking at him is different. More intense, for sure. The type of look that might make Simon wreck his plans about going to Portugal and stay behind a few days more.

"Your bed will be ready in about an hour, do you want to wait here?" The receptionist asks the guy.

"Yes," he answers, still looking directly at Simon. The receptionist leaves them alone then, and Simon doesn't move, waits to see the guy's next move. "Hi," he simply says, taking his back pack off his shoulders and sitting on the empty deckchair next to the pool.

"Hi," he says back. "I'm Simon," he says.

"Wilhelm," he introduces himself, and already the way he says makes Simon laugh because of course. Of course the one guy he immediately felt a connection with had to be swedish. "What's so funny?"

"You're swedish right?" he asks, switching languages. Wilhelm smiles then.

"Nice to meet you, Simon," Wilhelm says, switching languages as well. "How long are you staying here?"

He says two more days. He doesn't know yet that he will stay there for two more, choosing to stay in Sevilla with Wilhelm. And that they will choose each other for a lot longer than that, after they're back to Sweden.