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Jay! For the Spotify drabble thing… 17 💜

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#17 Off My Mind – Omar Rudberg

“Where are you?”

Wille’s laugh comes crisp over the phone, “Hello to you, too.” 

Simon stares out the window at the setting sun, waiting, toe tapping against the floor as someone messes with his curls. 

“Berlin,” Wille finally says, voice still light with amusement. 

“Come to Milan.” 

Fabric rustles on the other side of the line, the faint chatter of voices in the background. 

“When?”

“Tonight. I’ve got a show— Meet me after.” 

“I’ve a shoot with Prada tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Simon shoos away the hairdresser and heads to his wardrobe. “Fly back in the morning.” 

“Miss me already?” Wille teases, but Simon can already hear his voice has gone slightly distant, like he’s pulled his phone away from his face to start booking a flight. 

“You want me to beg for it?” Simon asks, slipping on a silky blouse. “Because I will.”

There’s a short gasp, followed by a long pause. Then, Wille lets out a long, shaky exhale, mouth up close to the speaker again.

Simon pretends he can feel it, hot against his ear. 

Ignoring the few other people in the greenroom, he drops his voice to a low whisper, “I need you, Wille.” 

“Simon—” It almost sounds like a whine; all the cockiness from before, lost. 

“Is that what you want to hear? I need you. I can’t get you off my mind. Your hands, your taste.” 

(Patron, from the last party where their paths crossed. Where Wille abandoned his tequila to follow Simon into a black town car.)

A door slams, and it gets a little quieter wherever Wille is. His breathing is even more audible now, heavy. Familiar. Simon lets his hand trail over his own bare neck, remembering.  

“We can do it all over the—”

Wille finds his voice and cuts in, “I’ll be there in three hours.”

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96

Hello! 96 is a good one, I think. WYD Now? by Sadie Jean. She's a long one, I apologize.

When Simon was 18, he and Wilhelm broke up for university. Staying together didn’t make sense — they were going to opposite sides of the country, and Wilhelm was starting his military service. It wasn’t going to work anymore. It was mutual, and it hurt, but it was okay.

At 19, he began singing in his University’s choir. That’s how he’d gotten there in the first place, even if he wasn’t studying music anymore. He’d considered it briefly, but decided not to. It didn’t bring him the same joy it used to. Every time he tried to compose, the notes inevitably turned into songs about Wilhelm, to songs about them, to melodies wrapped in memories. He did his best not to think about how Wilhelm probably still thought he was majoring in music, about how they’d stopped keeping each other updated.

At 21, he thought he saw Wilhelm’s familiar face in the crowd at one of his performances. He had a slight moment of panic that was overshadowed by an immense sense of hope, and then the moment was gone. Wilhelm was a million miles away, living a life Simon knew nothing about, and if there was even a chance he was here, he’d be standing in the front row cheering Simon on the loudest. He always had, even when they weren’t together.

When Simon was done with that show, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something fundamentally missing about his life. And he couldn’t figure out why.

Sure, he’d had that schoolboy fantasy life and all the romcom moments that came with it, but it was simply that: a fantasy. He never expected any of it to be real. There were talks about future apartments and the colors of their wedding and what they would name their children, but none of it had ever been real. They were just the musings of two young people who hadn’t yet learned the weight of time and distance.

But Simon still wore that stupid t-shirt to bed, with that stubborn stain from that ridiculous party. That stupid t-shirt that still made Simon think of Wille every time he wore it, because it had been Wille’s to begin with.

So, after debating about it for months, at 22, Simon decided to call Wilhelm again. They were both done with university now, stepping into the next chapters of their lives, and he figured it was time. At 22, he met Wilhelm at a coffee shop to catch up, not knowing what he was getting into.

And then there was Wilhelm. He looked older, more confident, maybe, as though time had chiseled away at the boy Simon once knew. But then Wilhelm smiled, and Simon saw it — saw him. Because no matter how much time had passed or how much they’d changed, Wilhelm was still just Wille.

“So... what are you doing now?” Simon had asked him. He didn’t know what he was looking for, really. He already knew Wilhelm had stepped down from the line of succession, knew he’d pursued literature and had probably stuck with it. “Are... are you seeing anyone?”

Oh, god. Where had that question even come from? Why should he even care?

Wilhelm laughed, soft and warm, a sound so achingly familiar it took Simon’s breath away. It was exactly as he remembered — gentle, beautiful, perfect. “Simme,” Wilhelm said, his voice carrying the kind of certainty that left no room for doubt, “we both know there was never anyone else for me.”

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Drabble challenge: #71 or #77, whichever is more fun😈

hehe hello. an eye for an eye, my dear, as promised ;) <3

#71 — One Of Your Girls, Troye Sivan

“Come on,” Simon says, knelt before him, head tilted back, long neck exposed, half-lidded eyes smeared with dark kohl. “Come on, baby.”

And it’s wrong, this isn’t—

Wille shakes his head, “Simon, what are you—”

“Isn’t this what you want?” he asks, half drawl, half angry. His shirt is tight and sheer and small, his pants hugging every curve, and he looks beautiful, but this isn’t— “Isn’t this what you’re looking for?”

“No, I— Simon—?”

“I thought this was what you wanted.” Simon pulls at his shirt, then grabs onto Wille’s belt buckle even as Wille pushes his hands away. “Just like that girl last night. Am I not pretty enough?”

Wille wants to cry. Wants to scream.

Like always, Simon only came here at Wille’s request. In the dark of night, after a particularly rough weekend of peacocking.

His precious secret; a sliver of something real. But is it? Because this— This is all wrong.

“Simon—“

“You want me to wear a skirt? A dress? How much of myself do I have to erase for you, Kronprinsen?”

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💜 wilmon + #78 💜

hiiii thank you so much!! here’s a lil dancey one for you :) <3

#78 Addicted – Zerb, The Chainsmokers, Ink

The answer should be ‘No’. They both know it. Wilhelm shouldn’t even be asking in the first place.

But he is.

“Do you want to dance?”

Simon eyes him over. Pretending. Like he’s surprised to see Wilhelm here.

“Okay,” he says eventually, grinning, already moving towards the dancefloor, towards the rolling, anonymous bodies.

“Okay,” Wille echoes, letting his hands settle on Simon’s waist now that he has… permission. Because that’s what this requires now, in this weird time loop they’re in. Permission.

“This changes nothing,” Simon tells him, even as they grind up against each other, even as he licks the sweat off Wille’s neck and presses bruises into his skin.

Wille parrots again, “Nothing,” because he’ll do whatever, say whatever, to keep them on the dancefloor a little longer.

It’s fucking delicious. As addictive as always. Simon’s hands, his lips, his smell. The way he moves against Wille, the way they both get swept up in the music—in each other—and forget the rest. The way they’re both panting and sweating and licking into each other’s mouths, Simon tasting like lime and salt and sweetness. Wille soaks it all up. A man in the desert. Two addicts fresh out of rehab and right back to their drug of choice.

Simon rolls forward again, lips barely separating from Wille’s to whisper, “Just one more time.”

Breathless, Wille nods, “One more time.”

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21 or 3, whichever you prefer <3

hi anon! i went in… a very particular direction with this one. this is for you, and for that anon who asked me the other day about Wille+Simon+Felice ….

#21 Todo de ti — Omar Rudberg

“Am I doing something wrong?” Wille asked, pulling back and away, the air of the room cold on his still-sweaty skin.

“Wille,” Felice huffed but met his eye. “No, you’re not. I promise. I just think it’d be fun! That’s why we’re doing this—” She gestured to the two of them, still undressed and tucked away in Wille’s room at the castle. “—anyway, right?”

He nodded, settling back into bed, even though that was not right. They were doing this to keep their parents off their backs and to keep themselves from getting married off to the first willing blue-blood. The sex was just a… perk.

“So… you want to have a threesome.”

Felice brightened, so tuned to him after so many years as friends that she already knew he was probably going to concede. She flipped over, sheets slipping down to expose the long line of her back, and grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

“I’ve got it all sorted,” Felice said, tapping away. “He’s already agreed.”

Wille tried to reconcile, for a moment, that Felice had said he, before she thrust the phone in his face.

“His name is Simon.”

Whatever Felice said after that, Wille did not hear. Because Simon was… Well. He was fucking beautiful, and though they’d just finished not but five minutes ago, Wille felt himself flush under the sheets at the picture of Simon stretched out under an umbrella on a beach somewhere, at imagining him stretched out under Wille.

“When do we meet him?”

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Wilmon and 47? 💜

47 is an Omar song! Also drabble? What drabble? I can't stick to a word count to save my life.

Getting Simon alone in the corner of this party had not been his plan under any circumstances, but he also was not complaining. Wilhelm would take literally any opportunity to get his hands on his boyfriend, even if that meant defiling him and risking their reputation in a room full of their peers.

Usually Simon was more reserved in these situations. A playful tease, sure, with that signature grin that drove Wilhelm crazy, but never one to put on a show. He would kiss back for a moment, just enough to set Wilhelm’s pulse racing, and then pull away with a whispered warning about keeping things discreet.

But tonight was different. Wille wasn’t entirely sure why, and frankly, he didn’t care. The way Simon’s outfit hugged him in all the right places wasn’t doing him any favors. The way he’d danced to the music and pulled Wille closer under the neon lights hadn’t eased anything. Every moment, every touch, left Wilhelm a little more undone.

Their lips disconnected with a smack, and Wille could tell just by the look in Simon’s eyes, in the press of his hips, that they were not going to last much longer at this party. Usually they could stick around for a while, babysit their drinks long enough that they blended into the crowd.

It had been a grand total of twenty minutes, and they were already getting ready to leave.

“Let’s go home,” Wille murmured, his lips trailing from Simon’s mouth to his neck, voice low and insistent.

Simon laughed, held him closer. “We just got here,” he teased. And Wille knew it was only teasing, part of the game. Even as he spoke, Simon was inching them closer to the exit. They weren’t fooling anyone, least of all each other, and they were not going to last much longer here. “Don’t you want to stay? Talk to our friends?”

Wilhelm shook his head, pulled Simon even closer if it was even possible. “Your body speaks to me much, much sweeter.”

Simon threw his head back in a laugh, his neck so tantalizingly close. “I guess I should let it talk, then.”

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77!!

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Anon, you have chosen an Omar song.

I hope y'all are okay with me taking some liberties with this one because... well, you'll see:

Wilhelm didn’t mean to fall in love with Simon Eriksson. From the moment he met him, in all his stupid boyish glory, Wille knew that Simon was too good for him.

Simon was free, and beautiful, and exactly who he wanted to be. He had his life dreamed out, but not planned, and he had a checklist of all the wild adventures he chased with reckless abandon. He was everything Wilhelm wanted, and nothing he deserved.

He didn’t mean to, but he fell in love with Simon anyway. He fell in love with his laugh, and the warmth of his soft touches, and the way his nose scrunched when telling a story that made Wilhelm’s heart skip a beat. He fell in love hard, and for reasons he couldn’t quite understand, Simon decided to love him back.

Still, Wilhelm always waited for the other shoe to drop. He was always, always waiting for Simon to wake up and realize that he deserved more, someone better. But day after day, Simon woke up and chose him, because, as he often said, Wilhelm was everything he wanted too.

Wilhelm didn’t mean to propose, either. It had been a spring night, a few years after he’d officially stepped down, and it was the first time in a long while that they felt truly at peace. They had gone out to dinner and held hands in the park and no one had walked up to them even once.

Simon just looked so happy — carefree and illuminated by the red streetlight stopping traffic for them to cross the road. Wilhelm hadn’t meant to propose in that moment, but the words escaped before he could stop them, and he’d been carrying around a ring box in his pocket for the last two weeks.

There was a silent thrill that shocked through his system when Simon actually said yes. He’d slipped the ring on his own finger with that warm grin that Wilhelm had fallen in love with almost a decade earlier, and even though he hadn’t meant to, Wilhelm couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

When he first had Simon back in those naïve days of old, he’d prepared to only have him for a few days. He expected the flame would fizzle out, that Simon would wake up one day and realize he didn’t want this anymore.

But that day never came.

And on their wedding day, when they committed to falling in love for the rest of their lives, Wilhelm didn’t really mind that nothing about Simon Eriksson had ever been planned.

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Number 87!

Hello! Number 87 is Coincidence by Sabrina Carpenter. Shorter this time! But still not sticking to the 100 words lmao my bad.

Simon and Wilhelm had an unspoken rule: they were never truly off-limits to each other. It didn’t matter who else came into their lives, how long those relationships lasted, or even if the world seemed to be falling apart. Somehow, someway, they always found their way back to each other. It was a truth so unshakable that anyone smart enough knew it was better to accept it than to fight against it. It wasn’t a question of if — it was simply a matter of when. The wise learned to accept it; the foolish believed they could change it.

That didn’t stop anyone from trying, of course. Every time the pair broke it off, some idiot would try to worm their way in and take the prize. Each of them so confident that they would be the one that would change the pattern.

They never were. It would happen again and again. The couple would break up and pretend to move on, then two weeks later they’d be texting again, then making excuses to be in the same place, until they would inevitably fall back in bed and back in love.

There was never an excuse good enough to fully justify their actions, and the few times they lied about their phones dying or nothing happening were quickly disproven by their own social media posts together.

It wasn’t a coincidence that they always seemed to end up in the same corner of the same party. It was probably better if people just accepted that and moved on.

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