I'm a sucker for Wilmon sharing clothes and I need it in canon 🥺
alright lovely anon this one is pretty much all fluff so i hope that's what you wanted. i am also a sucker for wilmon sharing clothes so this was a fun one.
this ended up being shorter than a few of the others but i still think it got the point across (and it's still over 1k words lol)
i hope you all like it (especially whoever requested it.)
-Miels ✨💜
Writing Prompts
“Is that my shirt?”
Finding their way back to each other was inevitable. They should’ve known this. They were too in love to not come back together eventually.
After all the initial conversations they’d tried to start out as just friends.
“We shouldn’t rush into this,” Simon had insisted.
“We can take our time,” Wille reassured.
Who were they kidding though. Wille and Simon had never been great at being just friends. Their love for each other had always shone through. It didn’t help that all of their friends would complain to them about how obviously in-love with each other they still were. They could only insist to their friends so many times that they were “just friends right now” so many times. The longer this excuse went on, the harsher the eye rolls got.
“Oh please, Wille. You practically drool when Simon walks in a room,” Felice had teased the last time Wille had tried to convince her that they were trying to take things slow. Wille had blushed and stuttered at this, although he didn’t deny it. Simon had always been undeniably beautiful.
“I want to take some time for myself for a while,” Simon had tried to insist to his sister.
“Simon, I have never seen you happier than when you’re just in the same space as Wille,” Sara didn’t buy his excuse for one moment. Simon didn’t have it in him to oppose her words. He knew he’d been smiling more lately. Rosh and Ayub had commented on it too.
It wasn’t long after that when Simon asked Wille if they could talk. Although Wille was pretty sure he knew what this conversation was going to be about, it didn’t stop him from being nervous that, instead of getting together, Simon was going to say that they couldn’t even be friends anymore. It seemed unlikely given the circumstances but after everything Wille knew that Simon had every right to not want to be with him. Even pushing aside all the things that had happened before Christmas break, Wille was well aware of the type of scrutiny that came with being in a relationship with him. When these anxious thoughts moved in, Wille missed Erik with such an intensity that he sometimes felt like he could crack open from it. If Erik was alive, Wille knew that he could’ve talked to Erik about Simon. Erik would’ve given him advice. In fact if Erik was alive, Wille would’ve never told Simon that he couldn’t be with him. But Erik wasn’t here and Wille, although he was finally allowing himself to grieve for him, knew that he couldn’t stay locked in these thoughts for too long. If he stayed there, he may never come back out.
And so, Wille stands outside the locker room waiting for Simon to be finished changing so that they can head to Wille’s room. Hopefully they’ll be able to fill Wille’s room with happier memories than he currently associated it with. He may have changed rooms after break, but the effect of being filmed lingered even when he’d stepped into the new space.
Simon exits the locker room and spots Wille waiting for him, sending him a small, but genuine, smile. Just like any other time Simon smiles at him, Wille feels the effects of it all the way down to his toes. Simultaneously they move to start walking together. The walk to Wille’s room is silent but the space between them feels comfortable. However when he pushes the door open to his new room, a tension enters that Wille isn’t sure how to read. Despite them deciding to be friends again and spending more time together, Simon had still yet to step foot in Wille’s new room. Simon had insisted that it was too soon. This felt more monumental than it probably should have. Wille watched as Simon passed him and moved to sit at his desk. He caught Simon’s gaze shifting to the, always closed, curtains and a little bit of tension seemed to bleed out of his shoulders. Wille took a seat across from Simon on the bed and he waited.
At first Simon’s gaze flitted around the space, not yet settling on Wille. He could’ve just been taking in the new room but there wasn’t too much to take in so Wille was pretty sure that Simon was just collecting his thoughts before he made eye contact with him. When Simon’s eyes finally drifted down to Wille’s, the look in them left Wille feeling breathless. There was definitely some fear and anxiousness in them, but the stronger emotions in them were hope and, dare he say, love. Wille was no longer worried about what this conversation would be about.
“So,” Simon started.
“So,” Wille answered. There probably should have been more words exchanged but as their eye contact maintained, Wille figured out what the tension building in the room was. Suddenly talking felt like it could be put off for now. Wille was pretty sure that Simon was thinking the same thing.
Almost simultaneously they reached for each other, lips colliding for the first time in over a month. Wille couldn’t help the noise that escaped him, but he caught Simon making a similar noise so he didn’t let himself feel embarrassed about it. This kiss felt like coming home again after being away for far longer than you had expected. This kiss contained all the emotions that they’d been holding back from each other, because as much as they’d been talking they hadn’t let themselves touch until this moment. There was an unspoken understanding that one touch would’ve sent them exactly to where they are right now. They hadn’t been ready for that. They were ready now. Hands roamed, lips parted, clothes were removed. Wille let himself get lost in the feelings of being with Simon again. He had missed this so much.
After, they lay on the bed curled into each other. They were so entwined that it was hard to hell whose limbs were whose. Simon lay on top of Wille’s chest, his hand drawing shapes into Wille’s bare chest. Wille’s arms were wrapped around Simon, one hand stroking up and down Simon’s back. They’d been laying in silence as they had caught their breaths but Wille couldn’t hold back his words anymore.
“God, I missed you,” Wille knew that all of his emotions were just laid bare for Simon but he would never take them back. Simon’s head rose from where he had been watching his hand move over Simon’s skin. The look in his eye was enough to leave Wille weak-kneed. If he had been standing, he would’ve had to sit down.
“I missed you too, Wille. So much,” Simon’s voice sounded wistful with a hint of that lingering pain. “I’m sorry that I…”
Already knowing where Simon was going with this sentence Wille cut him off.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I understand why you wanted to take your time. You can still take as much time as you need. But I’m in this now. Whole-heartedly in this. Whatever you need, just let me know,” The fear had slowly leaked out of Simon’s eyes so all that was left was the love and hope.
“God, I love you,” Wille’s breath caught in his throat. It was the first time Simon had said these words to him. He knew subconsciously that Simon loved him, someone wouldn’t have gone through all that Simon had with him if they didn’t love the person, but hearing it felt earth-shattering. Simon loved Willed. Simon loved Wille. Simon loved Wille. He couldn’t help himself.
“Say it again,” He sighed.
“I love you,” Simon had risen up so their faces were inches from each other, eyes gazing into each other’s.
“Again,” Wille didn’t mean to sound so demanding but Simon wasn’t put off by it.
“I love you, I love you, I love you” It was all too much. Wille felt tears in his eyes. He pulled Simon down to him by the back of his head but not before letting one more thing out from between his lips.
“I love you, Simon. I love you so much,”
They got lost in each other again, not coming to the surface again until their eyes were blinking open the following morning. Wille had forgotten how incredible it felt to wake up next to Simon. He almost mourned the closed curtains, remembering the first time and how Simon’s skin had glowed in the early morning sun. However he could feel the uncomfortable sensation of dried sweat and he knew he’d have to get up to shower in a few. He slowly pulled away from Simon, trying not to wake him but he paused at the light groan that escaped Simon’s lips. The smacked together briefly.
“Where are you going?” Simon’s voice was croaky and wonderful.
“I’m just going to shower,” Wille melted at how Simon pursed his lips, a demand for a kiss. Wille happily supplied a soft peck before pulling himself completely away from Simon, who quickly turned over and fell back asleep.
He tried to shower as quickly as possible but when the warm water hit, he found himself letting it fall around him for far longer than he’d planned. By the time he left the shower again Simon was sitting up in bed and the sight that greeted Wille had him stopping in his tracks. He felt butterflies fill his stomach, his mouth went dry, his knees felt weak. It was like he was about to be kissed by Simon for the first time again. Somehow he managed to let a single sentence escape.
“Is that my shirt?” Which seemed like a silly question given the circumstances he just had to double check he wasn’t still dreaming. Because sitting on his bed, surrounded by sunlight from the curtains that Simon had apparently opened, sat Simon, his torso covered by, what had clearly been, Wille’s shirt from yesterday. It was slightly big on Simon but that’s what made it so wonderful. Simon smirked at him, clearly knowing the effect the sight had on Wille.
“I think you already know the answer to that,” Simon slowly stood up from the bed and walked past Wille, letting his hand stroke his waist as he passed. Wille could feel goosebumps on his skin where Simon had touched him. Wille’s eyes couldn’t help but follow him.
“Where are you going?” Wille asked, still apparently only using one of his few brain cells.
“I’m gonna shower,” Simon glanced over his shoulder before reaching down and bringing Wille’s shirt (Wille’s shirt!) back up over his head to reveal his still bare figure.
“You wanna join?” Wille can’t follow Simon fast enough. Yeah, he might’ve just gotten out of the shower, but you can never be too clean.
Wilmon settling down and having a movie night with the girls
Read on AO3 here
Rating: General Audience
Tags: super short drabble, fluffy, love, comfort Wilmon, Simon is the big spoon, Wilhelm is the small spoon, Wilmon hugs,
A/N: it’s like 1:30am and I was looking for comfort...
“Hey Wille! We just started the movie, make yourself at home,” Felice was lounging on the couch with her legs tucked under her, Sara seated upright at the other end of the 3-seater couch, and Maddison strewn across both of their laps, head supported by a cushion on Sara’s lap and both feet adorned with fluffy stripy pink socks thrown over Felice’s thighs.
“Hey, thanks,” He smiles and bring his eyes towards Simon, who is seated on some layered throws on the floor, his back perched up against the couch and elbows propped up against his bent knees, obviously midway scrolling through his phone before becoming distracted. Their eyes meet and Simon breaks into such a tender smile that Wilhelm swears he can’t control it when his face breaks into the biggest shit-eating-grin. He feels his face might split open from the love threatening to burst from every fibre of his being. It’s scary. Overwhelming. And yet, oddly calming.
Wilhelm slumps onto the throws, seating himself between Simon’s thighs.
He feels Simon’s warm arms slide under his and softly wrap around his torso, pulling to cradle his back against Simon’s chest, fitting together so perfectly, their bodies made for each other.
It was always like this now, their bodies melding together, no awkward limbs, no elbow and knee clashes. Their beings so familiar with each other that it was no longer a conscious awareness, to know the other person’s angles, corners, softness and patterns.
As Wilhelm settled further into Simon’s body, he sighed and tipped his neck back, feeling his head cushioned perfectly in the nook between Simon’s shoulder and base of his neck. Wilhelm’s second favourite place in the world to be. Wilhelm shoo’d the thought away with a blush. A public space in the company of friends wasn’t the place to get carried away with lewd thoughts. He felt Simon’s face dip forward, and the familiar silky touch of Simon’s cheek streaked against his temple soothingly, and suddenly it was exceptionally challenging trying to keep his thoughts at bay.
“Hey, handsome,” Simon’s low, almost-whisper tickles around his ear and sends a shiver down his spine.
“Hey, yourself,” He replies, turning his face towards Simon to gently nudge back.
Simon chuckles, “How was dinner at home with the parents? You feeling okay?”
Wilhelm feels Simon’s arms tighten around him just a fraction, and warms at the thought of Simon worrying about him over something as trivial as his obligatory dinner with this parents once a month. He fights the urge to argue that the palace no longer feels homey as it used to, but is too content in this moment to bring up unpleasantries that did not matter anyways.
He crosses his arms and encompasses Simon’s hands in his own, intertwining their fingers together. Rotating his head sideways a bit further, Wilhelm glides his lips along the underside of Simon’s jaw, before landing a warm, languid kiss at his jugular, which is as far up as he can reach in his position.
As he brings his lips back, Wilhelm feels Simon swallow, then take in a deep, shaky breath. He snickers lightly, warming his forehead against Simon’s neck and squeezing Simon’s hands tightly. This is where he felt at home. In Simon’s arm, where he was safe and loved.
