definitely you're the cat's meow. it's the longest fic i've written in a while and original post where i presented the au is where i got the courage to actually write it and post it and everyone was so nice and encouraging and i think for my first yr fic, it turned out pretty good :)))
20. which work of yours have you re-read the most?
i think... probably you spin my head right round. it was a fic i wrote in like 2 hours because @zee-has-commitment-issues had mentioned wanting someone to write a spin-the-bottle fic. i don't know why, but i really enjoy re-reading that one sometimes (and it's easier than ytcm because it's only a one-shot)
hi folks. a while back i did a thing where i asked people to send me prompts and i wrote wilmon one-shots for all of them. i put them all on ao3 but i figured i should also make a master list for here (especially since i’ll probably do it again eventually)
One-Shots (all probably rated t though some have some suggestive themes)
“I haven’t laughed like this in a long time”
“You Remembered”
“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren't going to work this time!”
“I’m not afraid of you”
“wait, you think I’m cute?”
“Keep it, it looks better on you,”
“Let’s go somewhere, just you and me”
“Was that your first kiss?”
“Is that my shirt?”
“You’re my family too. I needed my mom not the fucking Queen of Sweden”
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?
“Thanks Mama”/“Don’t worry, I’m staying right here,”
You can find them on ao3 HERE
(also you’re always welcome to send new prompts if you want and every once in awhile i will make a post if i am feeling particularly in the mood to write)
(also also any of the people off anon who requested prompts, you should go follow them!)
Thank you for fulfilling my prompt 💕. Please don't apologize for taking a few days. I can only agree with the last anon. I love everything you have written, thus far and you did brilliantly with my prompt. I especially love this line:
"He’s gone and I’m what’s left. And I’m right here."
I think it is unbearably sad that Wille percieves himself as only the 'spare' and is to a large extent also treated as such. Because I clearly only want someone to take proper care of him, how about "Thank you, mama" as a new prompt. And you decide whether he says it to Kristina, Malin, Linda or even Simon. And how he says it fond, grateful, jokingly...
ok ok ok a few things. one i'm so so sorry this took so long to get out. i just got a little busy but today i was suddenly hit with this storyline and had to write it down. to say sorry i'm pretty sure this is one of my longest prompts haha. i hope it's okay that i combined these prompts i just thought they would work well together. it's definitely pretty fluffy but there is also for sure some hurt/comfort and some minor angst. @eyeofthedrgn i'm so so glad that you've enjoyed all my others.
also i have to admit part of this one was slightly influenced by a scene from the show teen wolf in which stiles calls melissa mom (if you've seen the show, if not then ignore this part of the message)
anywhoooo i hope you all like this one and that you haven't gotten sick of my writing yet haha
-Miels💜✨
Writing Prompts (yes i am still accepting them, though again it might take a bit to get to them)
“Thanks Mama”/“Don’t worry, I’m staying right here,”
Wille doesn’t think he’s ever felt this sick and out of it in his life. To be completely fair, he probably could’ve gotten a handle on this before it got this bad, but his mother had hammered the point into his head that “the Crown Prince should never appear weak” so what had started as a minor cold had become… hell. It had become hell. His head was fuzzy, he was sure he had a fever, he had chills but was also burning up, his throat felt like he’d just taken up sword swallowing and he wasn’t very good at it. In short, Wille felt like shit. He knows he probably looks like shit too. He curses his past self for not taking it easy and resting but with all the new responsibilities of crown prince and returning to Hillerska after Christmas, with all the stares and whispers and Simon, he instead thought he could just push through it when it was just a runny nose. Fat chance of good that did him now. Deep down, a part of him wondered if he let it get this bad on purpose as a punishment for his behavior before Christmas. He tried to push those thoughts away knowing they wouldn’t do him any good right now. Plus, in a wild turn of events, Wille and Simon had somehow developed a tentative friendship since Wille’s been back.
When he initially returned to school his first mission was to find Simon and, even if he pushed him away, tell him that August was the one who had posted the dreaded video. He had been almost eaten alive by the guilt over the holidays over not telling Simon on that last day before break but he had just wanted to give Simon the chance to have, at least somewhat of a, joyus holiday. He knew it was pretty unlikely that he hadn’t managed to completely fuck up Simon’s chance at a happy winter break with all of his drama, but he still hoped it was the case anyways. It was part of the reason he didn’t text Simon the information either, although part of the reason for that was the minor fear that Simon had blocked him and wouldn’t get the message anyways. He knew this was something that had to be done in person, so even if Simon didn’t ever want to talk again after, he was determined to let Simon know who had ruined them beyond recognition.
He knew the conversation was not going to go well when he’d finally approached Simon on their first day back, looking as beautiful as ever though a twinge went through Wille at the dark circles under Simon’s eyes that hinted at restless nights, and Simon had immediately turned away from him.
“Wille, please. I can’t do this today. Not yet at least,” Simon practically pleads. Wille hates himself even more for having to push past this boundary that Simon is clearly trying to set, but this is important.
“I understand you don’t want to speak with me Simon. But this is really important.,” Simon still had his face buried in his locker looking for a nonexistent book, his shoulders had become even more tense the longer Wille stood there. “Look, you don’t have to ever talk to me again after this if you don’t want to. But Simon, please.” He noticed Simon’s eyes flick to him when the word please, softened like butter, had flown out of Wille’s mouth. Wille lowered his voice even more and cast his eyes around. Luckily the hallways were practically empty. “It’s about the video,” That got Simon’s attention. His face snapped. Simon’s eyes darted across Wille’s face, clearly searching for some sort of answer to what this could be, before settling on Wille’s eyes. Wille put all the emotion he could into making his expression as open and vulnerable as possible. Simon let out a big sigh, Wille tried to bite back a small smile knowing that he had him, before nodding slowly.
“Fine,” Simon then gestured to the open door of the empty music room a few paces down. As Wille led Simon into the room and closed the door, the feeling of deja vu wrapped around him and squeezed at his chest. The last time they had been in here, Wille had never felt more helpless around Simon before. He was feeling that right then. Wille brought his hand up to his lips and bite at his nail but quickly pulled it away again, knowing that Simon’s eyes were on him. Wille’s were on the floor, not quite able to look Simon in the face when he explained who had ruined Simon’s life… Well apart from him of course. It was quiet between them for a few moments as Wille tried to organize his thoughts and Simon, who had always been more patient with him than he ever deserved, let him. However the silence started to stretch and bend, but not yet break, as Wille’s mind raced from how to tell Simon this into… Should he tell Simon this. Especially when he doesn’t have a plan on how to fix it. Eventually it seemed like Simon gave up on waiting for Wille.
“Well? What do you have to tell me,” Wille’s eyes darted up to meet Simon’s quickly, where Wille himself actually entered the room Simon had stayed right at the door probably so he could make a quick exit if things went south, before darting away. Simon sighed again, though this time Wille could tell he was getting frustrated.
“Wille please. I don’t have time for this.” Simon sounded so defeated and lost that it brought Wille’s eyes back to his. Wille realized he couldn’t drag this out any further. Simon deserved to know even if it didn’t change anything.
“I know…” Wille started then stopped again, eyes still skittish. “I know who posted the video,” At Simon’s sharp inhale, Wille looked back at him. This time he didn’t let himself look away. Simon looked like he wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or angry or anxious so he settled on an expression that somehow conveyed all three.
“Well?” Simon insisted. Wille took a deep breath, both quelling his own anxiety as well as his rising anger at the information he had.
“It was August,” At the expression on Simon’s face over this, Wille almost wished he could take it all back. Simon looked resigned, angry, heartbroken, but also like he should’ve seen this coming.
“August…” Simon scoffed. “Of course it was August. Who else could it have been?” Wille stayed silent as he let Simon work through his emotions. Something seemed to occur to him.
“Wait… How long have you known about this?” Wille was dreading this question. He looked away, and hugged himself with his arms trying for some comfort but being unsuccessful.
“Felice figured it out right before break and told me,” Simon scoffed again, Wille flinched at it being directed at him.
“Before break… and you didn’t think to tell me when you first found out?” Simon’s voice rose slightly. Wille kept his gaze firmly on the floor now, not wanting Simon to see the tears steadily building up at the corner of his eyes.
“I.. I just…” Wille started out stuttering. “I just wanted you to have a nice holiday. I didn’t want out last conversation to be about that,” Simon let out a harsh laugh at that.
“That wasn’t your choice to make Wille. I deserved to know,” Wille nodded at Simon’s words. He knew he had fucked up. He always just seemed to keep fucking up around Simon.
“I know. And I’m sorry. It’s why I wanted to tell you as soon as I could after coming back.” Wille looked back up at this, Simon still looked disappointed before something seemed to occur to him.
“But… wait. If you knew it was August, I’m positive you would’ve mentioned something to your mother.” They were getting to the part of this that Wille hated even more. “So why the fuck do I still see him wandering the halls of Hillerska?”
“My mom…” Wille stopped to get a hold of himself. “My mother appears to have already known… before I had even made the statement,” At this Simon’s mouth dropped open. “She says the reason she didn’t tell me is she knew I’d ‘react like this’ whatever that means. Nothing is going to happen to him because she’s protecting him. But Simon,” He takes a tentative step towards where Simon is still stationed at the door looking ready to bolt. “ You have to know that if I knew who had posted the video or knew that she had known before I made my statement, I never would’ve made it,” This didn’t seem to be the right thing to say. Simon’s face darkened at the mention of the video.
“I… I don’t know if that makes it any better Wille,” Simon’s voice cracks at the same time as Wille’s heart. Wille nods.
“I understand.” They briefly stood together in their grief. Wille could feel the panic and sadness rising in him again. While he knew this conversation wasn’t going to fix anything, he had hoped they’d at least come out of it less broken. He wanted to be out of this room. He knew it probably made him a coward to want to run from this but he’d never claimed to be brave. He also didn’t want Simon to witness just how broken this all had left him. “That was all I had to say. Now if you want, you never have to speak to me again,” Wille’s voice hitched at the thought of him and Simon going through the rest of Hillerska, practically strangers who somehow knew just how the other person liked to be kissed, tears now making their way down Wille’s cheeks. He squeezed his arms even harder around himself, though it did little to help.
“Wille,” Simon’s voice was soft but broken. Wille interrupted not being able to handle that tone of voice. “Honestly, it’s okay Simon. You wanted space and I’ll give you as much space as you want for as long as you need. I’m sorry I pushed you to talk even now.” At his next words he made sure to look Simon in his eyes even though it broke him in two. “You deserve for everything to be on your terms now.” That seemed to break something in Simon, because tears were now running down his cheeks as he tried to keep them at bay. Wille couldn’t help himself. He walked right up to Simon and hugged him just like he’d wanted to since he’d let go of him before the break. Wille melted into Simon and his familiar smell and his familiar warmth. Simon held on just as tight, hiding his face in Wille’s neck. Wille could feel where his shirt was getting wet with Simon’s tears but there would’ve had to be a natural disaster going on outside for him to have pulled away. They cried against each other for what could have been hours or minutes or years or seconds. Wille knew they’d missed part of a class at least. Eventually Wille slowly started to pull back. He felt his heart clench at the small whimper that managed to escape Simon’s lips before they clamped down. Wille brought his hands from around Simon’s shoulders up to his face, where he gently brushed Simon’s tears away with his thumbs. Wille noticed Simon shiver at the soft touch. In a quiet voice, looking Simon in the eyes, Wille mumbled
“I’m serious, Simon. You don’t owe me anything. You can’t take all the time you want. I won’t force anything from you after this,” Simon’s eyes bore into his, so beautiful and so broken. Wille slowly brought his lips down and brushed them against Simon’s cheek, who closed his eyes and let out a breath at the soft touch. “Just don’t give up on me yet,” Wille whispered against Simon’s ear before slowly pulling all the way back, so they were only connected by a single joined hand. Simon looked him in the eye and opened his mouth. Wille braced himself.
“I could never,” Wille squeezed Simon’s hand and offered him a small but genuine smile that Simon just barely returned. Then Simon nodded once and opened the door. Wille let him.
That whole conversation felt like a lifetime ago, but since then Wille and Simon had slowly but surely built back up to a friendship. Neither were ready to cross the line into something more yet, but they could both confidently say the other was their best friend. If they sometimes clung to each other a little longer than necessary or Simon caught Wille’s eyes on him lingering longer than strictly friendly, well they didn’t mention it.
Either way, the second Wille had woken up on this day feeling like death warmed over, all he wanted was to go to Simon’s. A few weeks after Simon and Wille had started up their tentative friendship again, Simon had invited Wille to come over and, although he had originally protested worried that Linda hated him, Wille couldn’t deny the opportunity to spend time with Simon. It also seemed like his worries were for naught because the second he stepped into Simon’s house again, he was being pulled into a warmed, loving embrace by Linda. He melted into it completely and almost missed Simon’s unbearably fond expression at the scene in front of him. So yes, he wanted to spend time with Simon, who was slightly exasperated with him for not taking better care of himself, but what’s more is he wanted to spend time in Linda’s warm company. His own mother had never known how to deal with a sick Wille (or a sick anyone for that matter) so he’d never experienced the loving way Linda cares for her children when they’re even slightly under the weather. He knew for a fact that Simon wouldn’t even be home yet, since he had choir practice and Sara had riding, but Linda had always said that Wille was welcome anytime and right now, Wille was having a hard time resisting that pull.
He doesn’t even know how he managed it, but somehow he found himself in front of the Erikkson’s door. He was knocking before he’d meant to and then the door was opening and Linda’s angelic face was on the other side. Wille’s pretty sure he even caught sight of a halo over her head but that could very well have been a hallucination from having a fever of 102.
“Wille!” See, this is why Wille came here. No one was ever this excited to see Wille.
“Hi Linda,” Wille attempted a smile but it probably came across as a grimace. He’s not sure how Linda didn’t immediately catch on to how awful he felt considering how awful he must look, but Linda had always been too polite for her own good. However she did let Wille come into the house, Wille vaguely noticed that Malin was hovering just slightly behind him. Huh, I guess that’s how I got here. Linda turned to him once he’d entered.
“I’m afraid Simon isn’t here,” Linda looked sincerely apologetic.
“Oh yes… I know that already,” Wille was pretty sure he was going to start swaying pretty soon. He caught on to the slightly confused expression on Linda’s face.
“Sara isn’t here either,” Now Wille was starting to feel a little sheepish at coming here.
“No, I know that too.” Linda studied him for a few more moments and then seemed to actually clock in to the fact that something was wrong.
“Wille, are you okay?” Wille tried to nod his head rapidly but that just made him dizzy and he put his hand out against the wall.
“Umm. Not really,” Wille tried to look directly at Linda who now looked sincerely worried.
“Do you need me to call Simon?” Wille panicked at the idea of Linda worrying Simon over something like this.
“No no. I just… ummm I haven’t been feeling too well today and… I just wanted to be somewhere that makes me feel safe… and that’s… well here but also I kinda wanted to be around you since I know you take care of Simon and Sara when they’re feeling sick and I…” Wille could tell he was just gearing up before suddenly he was pulled into some loving arms. He melted into it immediately, feeling the motherly glow of Linda. Even though Linda was significantly shorter than Wille now, he felt just like a kid again in her arms, burying his face in her neck.
“Of course I can take care of you. You shouldn’t even have to ask,” Linda whispered into Wille’s ear. Wille nodded before seeming to realize this close contact wasn’t the best idea. Hating himself slightly for it, he pulled gently out of Linda’s arms, who rubbed her hands down his arms comfortingly.
“I shouldn’t be hugging you. I don’t want to get you sick too,” Linda waved her hand at this.
“I don’t get sick. Don’t even worry about it,” Then before Wille could protest, Linda’s hand was reaching up to his forehead.
“You sure are burning up though, how would you feel about laying down. I’m sure Simon wouldn’t mind you borrowing his bed for a few hours,” Wille felt entirely too weak to resist the idea of sleeping in a bed surrounded by the smell of Simon so he just nodded, leaning heavily into Linda. She easily took his weight and led him down the hallway into, what Wille knew to be, Simon’s bedroom.
“Give me one moment Wille,” Linda had Wille lean up against Simon’s desk as she pulled back Simon’s covers and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms from Simon’s drawers. It didn’t take too long and before he knew it, Linda was sticking her hand out for Wille to take, which he happily did, and led him to the bed. She had him sit down first.
“Do you want to change into something a little more comfortable?” Wille nodded sleepy at those words, before slipping his own shirt off and taking the pants from her. He knew that when he was more aware of it, he would be embarrassed about stripping in front of Linda, but right now he couldn’t be bothered to care about that. Once he was changed, Linda gently helped him lay back in bed. He melted into the pillow and the surrounding smell of Simon before he felt the covers being brought up around him. His eyes fluttered as he felt a gentle hand against his forehead and a whispered
“Sleep now, Wille,” He felt so safe and so comfortable and he was quickly slipping into dreamland but he let one thing slip before he did.
“Thanks Mama,” He didn’t hear a response as he was dragged under.
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Meanwhile Simon was slightly panicking. He hadn’t heard from Wille all day, nor had he really seen him. When he had seen Wille, Wille had seemed so out of it he hadn’t even noticed Simon was there. Simon was worried. He knew Wille hadn’t been feeling great all week, had been pushing him to rest, but Wille had been stubborn. Simon had texted Wille a few times to no response, which was already strange because Wille almost always responded. Simon saw a text from Linda pop up at the top of his screen as he refreshed his messages with Wille hoping for some form of response, but he brushed her message away, pretty sure it was about dinner or something. Then Simon had been called into Choir practice and had been able to distract himself for a little while even if Felice had made his worries flare up again by saying she also hadn’t seen or heard from Wille for most of the day. Simon ignored the face Felice made over Simon’s clear distress for Wille. Simon would have felt this way if any of his friends had gone off the raider. I mean, yeah he was pretty sure he was in love with Wille and had been since Wille had said it to him all those months ago, but that doesn’t change the fact that he would do this for any of his friends.
When he finally left choir practice Simon pulled out his phone but he still didn’t have any messages from Wille. He decided to check Wille’s room once more to make sure Wille wasn’t just hiding away for whatever reason. When he got to Wille’s he was almost immediately sure that Wille wasn’t there because Malin wasn’t stationed outside but he knocked anyway. Not getting a response, Simon yet again started to panic. Pretty soon, Sara would be getting annoyed for having to wait for him so slowly Simon made his way to the stables, thinking maybe just maybe Wille might be there.
He didn’t find Wille, just a frustrated Sara who he apologized to profusely. He quickly explained why he’d been late and she softened slightly at that.
“Maybe text Mama and see if she knows anything,” Simon thought about that for a moment and realized it couldn’t hurt. He also remembered the message she had sent before choir practice and felt guilty over having ignored it for so long. However a completely different emotion filled up Simon when he actually read her message.
Hi Mi amor. Just letting you know that if you’re looking
for your boy, he’s resting here. He looked pretty worn
out and seemed to need a place to crash. ❤️
Simon let out a breath of relief at knowing Wille was safe and then a whole new emotion filled him when he realized that Wille had gone to his house, knowing Simon wasn’t there, because he needed comfort from Simon’s mother. If Simon thought about it too long he might just burst into tears.
Gracias mama I was getting worried
when I couldn’t find him. How is he?
He seemed pretty out of it but he’s sleeping and
hasn’t woken up so I’m letting him rest.
I think he’d probably appreciate it if you
were here when he wakes up
Yeah Sara and I are on our way back now
Now that Simon knew where Wille was, he couldn’t get home fast enough. Sara seemed to notice his change in emotion because she didn’t comment, just let Simon drag her to the bus. By the time the siblings got back to their house, Simon practically broke the door down in his haste to open it.
“Jesus, Simon. He’s not going to disappear,” Sara teased. Simon just huffed and walked through the door. Immediately heading for his mom.
“How is he?” He knew he still sounded slightly panicked but Linda didn’t comment on it.
“He’s fine, Mi amor. He’s still resting. I was about to bring this soup in for when he woke up but why don’t you bring it up for him.” Simon nodded and took the tray from Linda. He gently opened his bedroom door, setting the tray down on the washer across the way as he softly closed the door again, before grabbing the tray again and bringing it into his room. He couldn’t help but melt slightly at the sight of Wille curled up in his sheets. He quietly walked over to his desk, placing the tray on it before he was surprised by a sound behind him.
“Simme?” Simon’s heart jumped, both at the surprise of hearing Wille’s voice and at the nickname. When Simon turned around, Wille’s eyes were hazy but open, settled gently on him. He kept his own voice quiet when he responded.
“Hi Wille. I brought some soup if you want some,” Instead of answering that, Wille stuck his hand out and Simon couldn’t do anything but take said hand. He gently brushed Wille’s hair off his face as he looked down at the boy in front of him. He felt like he was filled with molten lava over the feelings that were rushing through him.
“Come down here,” Wille gently tugged at Simon’s hand. Simon nodded but released Wille’s hand anyways. Wille let out a sound like a whimper that Simon quickly squashed, bringing his hands through Wille’s hair again.
“I’ll join you in a moment. I’m just going to change into something more comfortable.,” That seemed to placate Wille for now because he let him go and Simon, as quickly as possible, changed into some pajama pants and a shirt. He would brush his teeth later. He slipped back over to where Wille was, who opened his eyes again when he sensed Simon coming closer. Wille grabbed Simon’s hand and tugged again.
“Okay okay Wille,” Simon chuckled lightly. He then climbed over Wille into the small bed behind him. Simon then wrapped his arms around Wille from behind, who seemed to melt into the touch immediately. Simon knew this wasn’t strictly friendly but he didn’t really care at the moment. Not when he had Wille in his arms again.
“Will you stay with me Simon?” Wille’s voice was barely a whisper and heavy with sleep and raspy from his, what Simon had to guess, sore throat, but Simon heard it just the same. He briefly tightened his arms around Wille before responding.
“Don’t worry, I’m staying right here,” That seemed to be enough for Wille because he nodded, probably more to himself than to Simon, then he sighed.
“Thank you.” Simon thought that that was going to be it, but as sleep pulled Wille under he uttered one more thing. “Love you, Simme,” Simon freezed. It’s not like this was new information. Even though he hadn’t said it since, Simon knew Wille had loved him since well before Christmas. However, Wille had been very careful with Simon’s boundaries since. He made sure that Simon was comfortable with everything and always made sure Simon knew that he could take moments to himself if things got to be too much, even if they were only friends. It doesn’t change the fact that hearing those words again from Wille, despite it probably being a byproduct of being sick, filled Simon with a feeling that he could only describe as pure, unadulterated relief and joy.
He waited a few moments to hear Wille’s deepened breathing, making sure Wille was asleep, before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on Wille’s forehead.
“I love you too, Wille,” Even though Wille couldn’t hear him, Simon still felt insanely happy over being able to voice those three words to Wille.
He knew that in the morning, if Wille was feeling better and up to it, they would have to have a talk about this and even though Simon was pretty sure he was going to catch whatever Wille had, Simon stayed wrapped up in Wille. He wasn’t going anywhere.
For the writing prompts: I would love a conversation between Wille and his mom. Something along the lines of Your my family, too and/or I would have needed my mom nlt the fucking Queen of Sweden. But, also feel free to do what you want with these prompts.
hi lovely
i'm excited for this one. it's definitely different than the others, as simon doesn't star in it at all (although he is mentioned) and, as you wanted, mainly focuses on the dynamic between Kristina and Wille. it's on the shorter side (tho still over 1.4K lol, maybe i don't know what shorter side means lol)) but i still hope that it's everything you wanted and more
sorry it took me a few days.
i hope you all like it! :)))
-Miels 💜✨
Writing Prompts
“You’re my family too. I needed my mom not the fucking Queen of Sweden”
The last thing he expected when he was called into a meeting with his mother over winter break was to come face to face with August, who didn’t seem to know if he should look guilty or smug. That expression alone caused anger to shoot through Wille faster than anything else. August hadn’t even opened his mouth and Wille already wanted him gone from his presence.
Instead of giving August his attention for any longer, knowing it’s what August probably wanted, he turned his furious face towards his mother, whose face was calm.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Wille was proud of how level his voice came out. Wille hated the tut that came from Kristina’s mouth at this.
“Wilhelm, please. There’s no need to be childish. I called you here so we could all have a conversation like adults,” That made Wille’s mouth drop open, both in shock and even more anger.
“Childish. Childish? You think I’m being childish?” Wille doesn’t think he’s ever been more mad in his entire life. He hated that his mother’s face didn’t change. “Let’s review shall we? August hid outside my window and filmed me having sex,” Wille doesn’t miss the flinch that crosses Kristina’s face when the word leaves his mouth and opens her mouth to interrupt, but he doesn’t let her, “Then he took that video and published it online for the entire world to see. Not only putting a video of me having sex on the internet but also outing me as well. And he’s never even explained to me why he did it. So no mother, I don’t think I’m the one that’s being childish here. In fact, I think given the circumstances my reaction is well warranted.” He’s practically panting when he gets all of that out, but the Queen’s face barely changes.
“Wilhelm I didn’t ask you to come here so you could yell at me,” Wille interrupted her before she could continue.
“No. Instead you asked me to come here to bombard me with the person that released a sex-tape of your son” Wille watched as his mother just barely flinched again at the word “sex”. “Yes, a sex-tape mother. That’s what he released. So don’t expect us to be holding hands around a campfire any time soon,” Wille hoped that by repeating that word enough times he would finally break through to his mom about how fucked up this whole situation was. When she opened her mouth again, he braced for some kind of understanding. Instead.
“Please, Wilhelm. August is family,” Yet again Wille didn’t let her get further than that.
“You’re my family too. I needed my mom not the fucking Queen of Sweden” This time there seemed to be a crack in the Queen’s armour. “Family doesn’t do this to each other. Family doesn’t betray each other. Family doesn’t brush off their children’s concerns and wants and needs. Family doesn’t keep important information to themselves. And family definitely doesn’t leak a sex-tape of their other family members.” Wille can hear his voice getting louder and louder as he continues to lay his heart at the feet of two people who never deserved it in the first place “So no mother, August is no family of mine. In fact, you’re barely family anymore either,” This is one it finally seems to break through to Kristina. Wille sees the first crack in her mask at these words.
“Wilhelm I was trying to protect you,” He’s heard this all before. He doesn’t want to hear these excuses again.
“No mamma. You were trying to protect you. You’re trying to protect all of this,” Wille gestures at the large room surrounding them, though he knows his mother knows that Wille means being royalty as a whole. “You’re trying to make me Erik,” Kristina flinches again at Erik’s name leaving Wille’s mouth. “Well guess what mamma, I’m not Erik. I will never be Erik. The sooner you figure that out the better.” He didn’t really want to be having this conversation in front of August after everything, but he wasn’t going to hold back his words now. He knew that this is something his mother needed to hear. “I know that you’d prefer if Erik was still in my place. I know that, as hard as I try, I will never be the crowd prince that you want me to be. But Erik is gone, Mamma” Now tears are starting to gather in the corners of Wille’s eyes, he’s pretty sure his Kristina’s eyes are wet too. “He’s gone and I’m what’s left. And I’m right here. I’m right in front of you. So you need to take a long look in the mirror and have a long moment with yourself because you’re losing me too. I’m right here and you’re still losing me.” The tears are no longer being held back, spilling over much like the words leaving his mouth. His next words are so vulnerable he can’t keep eye contact “but I need you mamma,”
He keeps his eyes to the floor so he doesn’t realize his mother is moving until she’s right in front of him, pulling him into her arms. He freezes before melting all the way into her. He doesn’t remember the last time his mom hugged him. Even though she was shorter than him, he bent into her and hid his face in her neck at this display of emotion. It was only then that his mom started speaking to him, quietly so that August couldn’t hear.
“I’m so sorry darling, I’m so sorry.” She kept repeating apologies into his ear. She pulls away from him and cups his face with her hands, wiping away the tears that are still falling from Wille’s eyes. “I don’t want to lose you Wilhelm. I only wanted to protect you but I see now that I might have gone about it the wrong way” Yeah, no shit. Wille doesn’t voice this particular thought, not when his mom is opening up to him for the first time. “You are everything to me Wilhelm and I’m sorry I’ve done such a bad job of showing that lately.”
Wille doesn’t say that it’s okay because it isn’t and it might not be for a while. But a weight is lifted off his shoulders.
“So, what do you want to do? It’s a question I should’ve asked to begin with,”
“I want you to start to support me. If he’ll take me back, I want to be able to keep seeing Simon,” At this, Kristina starts to open her mouth but he interrupts “I won’t make it all public, but I won’t hide him. He doesn’t deserve to be a secret. We’ll keep it as just among the people we trust and care about until we’re ready,” Kristina nods at this. “Also” He flicks his eyes to where August is still standing in the corner, watching all of this. “I want to never have to see August again” August starts to protest, Wille doesn’t let him. “We don’t have to do anything publicly and I’m too tired to bring this to court, but I want him away and out of my life,” His mother’s eyes scan his face, probably looking for the truth behind his words or to double check that this is actually what he wants. She nods.
“Very well,” August’s protest becomes much more vocal.
“Kristina please,” Kristina turns to August then, looking vaguely pitying but mostly like the Queen that she is.
“I’m sorry, August, there’s nothing more I can do. You will be starting at a school in Switzerland after the holidays and are hereby banned from any future royal events. If you approach Wilhelm again, further actions will be taken,” Wille is reminded of just how good a Queen his mother can be. August looks like he wants to protest even more but there’s nothing more to say. August spares Wille one more glance, who just continues to stare him down, before leaving the room. Wille assumes a guard will be taking him where he needs to go. August takes the final bits of tension with him, leaving Wille to breathe normally for the first time since he entered the office. He glances back at his mother. She looks at him, a love that he hasn’t seen in a while shines in her eyes.
“Well,” She starts, “Isn’t there someone you should be calling?” At this, Wille dashes up to his mom and leaves a brief kiss on her cheek with a quick “Thank you, Mamma” before speed-walking out of the office. He barely even hears his mom’s “Wilhelm don’t run,”. He has a phone call to make after all.
I just read thus post: https://altruistic-meme.tumblr.com/post/691196220034646016/so-youre-telling-me-that-drottningholm-palace-is
And it made me think of the prompt: What are you doing here? How did you get in? Because Simon is a little sh*t and definitively not above breaking and entering.
hello lovely lovely anon. i did see that post on @altruistic-meme's page and thought it was quite amusing so this was a fun prompt to recieve. i cannot say it's all fluff, it is mostly hurt/comfort butttt i still think it does the job.
i'm so sorry for taking a few days i've just had actual responsibilities and unfortunately cannot spend my whole day writing (although i wish i could)
i hope this is everything you wanted whoever you are
and i hope the rest of you like it too :))
(there's a few more coming that I have to work on so look out for those as well)
(i hope you're not getting sick of these because i am having so much fun with them)
(also all of your continued support has been so so wonderful)
-Miels 💜✨
Writing Prompts (yes i AM still accepting them 😉)
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?
In the end, Wille only lasted four days in the palace before he cracked. The silence of the castle was practically unbearable. He didn’t know, originally, if his mom was giving him space or avoiding him out of shame, but either way the days leading up to Christmas were spent alone in his room. Wishing for Simon. Wishing for Erik. Wishing for just about anybody. He knew that no one was going to come.
It was because he had all this time alone that he started to let his mind wander. He thought about what kind of King he wanted to be. He thought about what kind of person he wanted to be. He pondered how Erik would have approached the situation for a bit but quickly turned away from that thought process when all it was going to bring was hurt. In all honesty, he had no idea how Erik would have reacted to this situation. He wanted to believe that Erik would have supported him and what he wanted but he also knew that Erik understood elements of the monarchy that Wille never would. He was too scared to think about the idea that Erik would have been on the Queen’s side. He knew that Simon had been on his, which is what makes all of this so painful. The one person who had been there for him, he had left out to dry in the worst possible way.
In the end, when the plan finally formed in his head, he knew that the decision was for himself. Yes, part of him hoped that by doing this, Simon would be back in his life, but if he was being honest with himself, he also knew that he was tired of being fake. Fake fake fake. Everything in his life had always been fake. Including him. He was sick of it. So even though the thought of coming out still almost sent Wille down the rabbit hole, he knew it was a decision he had to make. If he didn’t that meant people like August would continue to win and that was something he could never allow to happen.
And so, on December 23rd, two days before Christmas, Wille sat down at his too big desk, in his too big room and told the truth. Or as much as he thought was needed. He didn’t want Kristina to murder him when she found out. He wanted to make sure that the video could not be covered up or intercepted. It might have seemed rushed or unplanned to just post this video to his official instagram, but he wanted it to come just from him, not outside sources involved.
He dressed in his nicest clothes, pushed his hair out of his face, took one big final breath, and then hit record.
“Hi. Wille here. I am speaking to you, citizens of Sweden, not as your Crown Prince, but instead just another boy. I know that being in my position gives me privileges that I can never take for granted. I hope as I continue in this role, I am able to prove that I am worthy of your support. However, as a sixteen year old, who has just lost his brother, I was pushed into a position that I never thought would be mine. That I know I don’t deserve. However, that does not change the fact that this position is now mine. I want to be someone that the people of Sweden can trust and in doing so I have a confession to make. A few weeks ago I gave an interview surrounding a video that was released of two young men. At the time I was too scared to admit the truth but I will no longer let myself be hidden. I’m here to say that it was me in that video. I’m sorry that I was not truthful the first time. You have to understand, as someone who only recently started to come to terms with his sexuality, to be outed at that scale, in that way, was incredibly overwhelming and not how I ever wanted the information to get out there. I’m not so scared anymore. I am here to let people of Sweden know that I am queer. I know that in giving this statement, I have given up some elements of privacy, however the other individual in the video has not. Please let him have his privacy. I want to apologize again for being untruthful and I thank you for letting me try to make this right.”
When he finished his statement he quickly hit stop and let out a breath. He had done it. He had said all he wanted to say. Now all that needed to be done was to post it. Originally he had considered accompanying the video with a picture of him and Simon but the world had already seen more of them than they’d ever meant to. He also wanted to keep some parts of Simon just for himself. He sent Simon one single message before he hit post.
I’m sorry if my decision brings more attention back into your life. It just had to be done. I’m sorry again… For everything
Then he hit the post button and turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on he would be sent into a panic. He also knew that he would be able to avoid any messages from his mom. If she wanted to talk to him about the post, she had to come to him in person. He knew she would be upset he did it at all, but he also knew that, by doing it without her permission, he took away her ability to control the narrative. He wouldn’t let her control his words. Not again. He also knew that she never would’ve given permission anyways.
It was too early to go to bed but he was exhausted anyway. He curled up under the covers and tried to let sleep come.
He didn’t know how long he was asleep but he was awoken by a banging on his door, followed by
“Prince Wilhelm, your mother is expecting you in her office.” Wille sighed. He should’ve known she would have never come to him. He calls through the door
“Coming,” Then slides out of bed. He realizes he never took off his outfit from the previous night so he looks down at his, now wrinkled, white button up and slacks. There’s not much he can do about that now so he just slides his hands down his shirt in an effort to straighten it out slightly then runs a hand through his hair. His mouth feels dry and stale so he quickly brushes his teeth, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. He knows he won’t look good. He lets out another sigh and moves to open his door. Time to face the music.
Meanwhile in Bjӓrstard, Simon was listening to music, while attempting to read, when his phone chimed. After those first few days of chaos he’d been letting his phone run out of battery or keeping it off altogether but after Rosh and Ayub had come to yell at him for not answering his messages, he kept it on. He initially just ignores the phone chime, not in the mood to see if it’s just another person from his old school pretending they have a right to know things about his life or some stranger trying to follow “the boy from the video” on instagram. He manages to go back to his book but is brought out of it a few moments later by his phone chiming consistently for a few moments. Not wanting a repeat of finding out about the video being leaked, Simon groans and closes his book, grabbing his phone.
The first thing that stands out is that he has a message from Wille. Wille. Who he’s been trying not to think about the past few days. If he thinks about Wille for too long, he’ll inevitably think about Wille’s last words to him and he’s not quite ready for the breakdown that’ll come when he thinks about that confession for too long. He initially ignores Wille’s message, not quite ready to see what he has to say. He also doesn’t know what kind of message he wants to find. If Wille’s message is one of those generic “Happy Holidays” he might hit something but he would probably also hit something if it was something like “Why didn’t you respond to my ‘I love you before break’,”. So instead of being forced to think about that he looks at the other notifications only to find his group chat with Ayub and Rosh blowing up. He’s still getting messages as he stares at the home screen.
He opens the phone to a wall of messages.
Simme are you okay? Did you know about this?
Simon
Simon check your phone
Simon you might want to see this
[Link]
Come on Simon answer your phone
Who knew Wille had it in him
And the messages go on and on. He realizes he should probably open Wille’s message after this.
What does this mean Wille?
When he does though, it only seems to add to his confusion. His eyes finally land on a notification from Ayub with a link to an article.
“Crown Prince comes out in new video posted to his instagram.”
Simon has never opened instagram so fast. The first thing that pops up is indeed a video uploaded to Wille’s official instagram. The first thing Simon notices is how tired, but no less handsome, Wille looks. His heart cracks again. He also hates that his first reaction to Wille is still to worry about him. Maybe Sara has a point about him.
By the time he’s finished watching the video, Simon’s cheeks are covered in tear tracks. He can’t believe it. Wille did it. Wille came out. Wille came out. Simon’s not sure what changed between his initial statement and now but it doesn’t really matter because Wille came out. He also admitted to being in the video. Simon has never been more proud of him. That pride is quickly overshadowed by worry when he thinks about the fact that Wille has probably released this without the queen’s knowledge. The worry grows when he realizes Wille doesn’t have any support in the palace, besides maybe Malin but he doesn’t know if she’s working, since Erik is gone. He quickly slides back to Wille’s messages, ignoring the inflood of new notifications from everywhere. He knows he should probably respond to Ayub and Rosh but he can do that after. First he tries to call him but it quickly goes to voicemail. He tries a few more times just in case and when the call still doesn’t go through he decides to send a text instead.
wille I just saw your post. i’m so proud of you❤️
please respond when you get this so that i know
that you’re ok.
Then he waits. He realizes that Wille might not be on his phone which only makes him worry more because how is he supposed to know if Wille is okay if Wille isn’t answering. To avoid letting the panic in, Simon finally responds to his friends.
holy shit guys no i had no idea he was going to do this.
SIMME finally my god
Took you long enough
sorry sorry i was just catching up on everything first
So he really did all that without telling you first?
well he sent a vague text about it right before he posted it
but i didn’t look at that text until after i saw all of yours
Damn, Wille has some balls
Yeah i gotta say, I’m momentarily impressed
Have you heard from him since?
no i called him and sent a few texts but i haven’t heard back
i’m actually pretty worried. i know for a fact that this was done
without the queen’s knowledge
I’m sure everything is fine Simme, he’s probably just overwhelmed
and not looking at his phone right now.
The texting with his friends doesn’t do too much to settle his mind. He lets his mind wander. Wille is probably alone in the palace right now. Not necessarily in the physical sense, but emotionally and supportively, Simon knows that he has little support. It’s then that he remembers something. When he’d been in middle school his whole sixth grade class took a field trip to the palace. He remembers it was when he first had his thoughts of “How can one family have so much wealth and influence just for being born,” but he also remembers them saying that the palace was open to the public. He also has Malin’s personal number. A plan slowly starts to form.
Wille is finally being let out of his mother’s office after hours of yelling and crying. He feels like he’s been stripped raw and then glued back together all wrong. His skin feels tight, his throat hurts from all the yelling, his emotions are all over the place. He knows that, to any outsiders, he probably looks like a zombie. He’s lost all of his motivation. He knew his mom would be upset with him but he didn’t think she would have called him “a disgrace to the family,”. He was pretty proud in the moment that his response to that was “well I actually think it’s pretty disgraceful to allow someone who takes a video of two minors having sex to continue on in our society without consequences,” but now, after all the words have been thrown and the dust has settled to just being Wille walking down a hallway, those words hit him exactly where they were meant to. He doesn’t regret the post. He does, however, feel absolutely wrung dry. It’s because of this that he doesn’t actually notice the figure in his room at first, on his bed no less. His back hits his door and his hands come up to rub at his face. He really would never have expected anyone to be in his room. Which is why he can’t be faulted for what happens next.
“Took you long enough,” Wille jumps and pulls his hands away from his face and then he freezes. He’s pretty sure he’s started to hallucinate. There’s absolutely no way that Simon is sitting in his room, on his bed, as if he’s always been there. Simon, who lives in Bjӓrstard which is at least two hours away. Simon who shouldn’t even be wanting to speak to him right now. Simon who has always been too good to be true. He’s actually fallen asleep and this is all just one long horrible dream and he’s going to wake up back at Hillerska with Simon at his side. He’s sure of it. Almost 98% sure. Then Simon speaks again.
“Well?” That one word is enough for Wille to be sure that Simon is here. Simon is here. Simon is here. How is Simon here? He is going to blame the last 24 hours on what he says next
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?” Simon’s face is one of amusement, although Wille knows hidden behind that wall there is also concern.
“What am I doing here? That’s what you have to say to me? Not ‘Simon, I love you. I can’t believe you’re here” Simon continues to say more but Wille can’t hold back anymore. In three long strides he’s across the room pulling Simon into him and bringing their lips together. He feels Simon gasp in surprise before he brings his arms up to cross behind his head. Wille pours all the possible love in his body into the kiss. He feels like he’s been struck by lightning while also finally coming up for air after slowly drowning. Their hands roam each other, re-familiarizing themselves with the other's body. Simon's hands never stay in one place and Wille's re-find their home on Simon's waist. He pulls away eventually, though briefly, to utter a few important words.
“Simon, I love you. I can’t believe you’re here”
“Oh” Simon gasps before he’s being pulled in again and they’re lost in each other. Their phones may be blowing up with notifications and Wille may have permanently damaged his relationship with his mother, but right now in Simon’s arms, he’s never felt more real in his entire life.
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.
alright bhakti sorry again for taking a bit to get to this one. i just had to make sure it was perfect. all your comments on all my other ones have been so so nice agh i'm obsessed with you.
i'm gonna be honest, this was meant to just be a fluffy one-shot about simon trying to distract wille from his anxiety by bringing him somewhere but apparently i'm incapable of writing one of these with out some sort of backstory or hurt/comfort whoops. however it’s definitely one of the more fluffy ones so don’t worry (i think i remember seeing you say you’re a sucker for fluff so i hope i delievered)
i hope you still like it :))
also everyone go follow @heartbreakprincewille for all of her wonderful content
-Miels 💜✨
Writing Prompts (and as i said, you can also send me one even if it isn’t on this list)
“Let’s go somewhere, just you and me”
Wille knew that Simon was watching him. Wille always knew when Simon was watching him. It always felt like little sparks were shooting down his arms and he’d get a small case of the shivers while his body reacted to the attention. Even in the most crowded of rooms he could feel those eyes piercing through him. He was not in a crowded room right now. Instead he was sitting on Simon’s bed in his room while they both attempted to do homework, but instead passed the time with not so innocent touches and looks that could turn Wille to fire if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to be careful.
The aftermath of the video was painful. Wille had never been in a worse mindset. His mental health was at an all time low. He spent the majority of Christmas alone in his room, the only times he wasn’t he was arguing with his mother about August and Simon. Wille had cried more over the course of Christmas break than in the previous sixteen years of his life. He went to bed every night with a sore throat from shouting. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror, not wanting to look himself in the eye. He opened his phone to text Simon but then always refrained when he thought about their break up.
“You just expect everything to be on your terms,”
He always put his phone away again after that. He didn’t have the right to reach out to Simon after everything. He knew how much he had hurt him. He’d never deserved Simon to begin with but he definitely didn’t deserve him now. He also knew he’d have to tell Simon about August at some point but there’s no way he’d be cruel enough to do that over the phone. So he sat in his room hating himself and hating the situation.
He must’ve gotten through to his mom at one point because the next time he tried to explain to her that when he returned to Hillerska he was going to ask Simon to be with him, officially this time, she said “Ok, fine. You have to start making your own decisions and then deal with the fallout of them when it blows up in your face,”
Which wasn’t an acceptance but it was as good as Wille was going to get. Maybe she finally caved when Wille explained that he wasn’t planning on coming out to the whole world right away, that he wanted to date Simon out in the open at Hillserska but he wasn’t ready for all of Sweden to have an opinion on who he loved. She also might’ve caved because Wille said
“In all honesty, I’m not asking for your permission anymore. You lost that privilege when you chose to protect August over me,”
That was pretty hard for her to argue against.
When Wille returned to Hillerska after break he was determined to make things right with Simon. He knew what and who he wanted and very little was going to get in the way of that. Somehow he failed to consider that Simon might not want that.
When he approached Simon on their first day back, ignoring the whispers and the stares, he barely got out a greeting before Simon stopped him.
“Wille please. I can’t do this. You have to give me some space.” and after everything, despite how much it hurt to have Simon turn away, Wille didn’t have the right to push. So he gave Simon space. It was hard. God, it was more difficult than he thought possible. But he would respect Simon’s wishes if it’s the last thing he did.
It felt incredibly ironic that the thing that broke them apart, August filming the video, is actually what brings them back together in the end. August seemed to realize that Simon and Wille weren’t spending time together anymore and took the opportunity to try and speak with Wille whenever he could. Not that it ever worked. How August didn’t seem to understand that Wille didn’t want to talk to him was a mystery. When he wasn’t avoiding August or staring longingly at Simon, who never seemed to be staring back, Wille found himself spending more and more time with Felice and Maddie, Felice specifically. She had been such a good friend to him during and after break and Wille would never be able to pay her back for that support. Wille told Maddie and Felice everything. He told them how he’d been drawn to Simon since he heard him singing in the choir on the first day and that attraction had only grown as he got to know him. He told them about how badly he felt like he’d treated Simon, with all the back and forth. He told them about finally getting together only for it all to fall apart again. He told them about his plans to get back together with Simon. He doesn’t think he’d ever talked to anyone as much as he talked to Felice and Maddie those first few weeks back. Well… anyone but Simon at least.
Wille noticed that August had caught on to his growing friendship with Felice. Wille knew that, despite the fact that August had to know that Felice and Wille were just friends, that August was pissed at how close they were. He couldn’t always tell who August was more jealous of. After all, all that August had wanted was to be a part of Wille’s inner circle. It was only a matter of time before August got him alone.
Wille took longer in the showers after rowing these days. He never could stomach completely undressing in front of anyone after what had happened. He always felt so exposed. So he’d often wait for everyone to leave before he got showered and changed because one of the days this happened, Wille left the shower to find August waiting for him. Originally, Wille was hellbent on ignoring him, but then August opened his mouth.
“Can we talk, Wille? Please?” Wille knew that August wasn’t going to give up.
“Fine. I have to change first though and I’d rather do that without you staring. You know, after everything I’m not sure if a video will end up on line,” He knew he sounds petty and childish but he wasn’t going to take it back. August turned around and Wille dressed as fast as he could.
“Alright let’s get this over with,” Wille sat down on the bench and waited for August to come over to stand in front of him. For a few moments all they did was stare at each other. There’s no way that Wille was going to start this conversation. The silence stretched.
“Well?” Was all Wille offered. August’s face contorted.
“So you and Felice?” Wille was floored. Absolutely flabbergasted.
“What?” He knew the shock was in his voice, he just didn’t think that his friendship with Felice is what he wanted to talk about.
“I’m just surprised. After everything with Simon I wouldn’t have thought that you’d move on that fast,” Wille couldn’t keep the scoff out of his mouth at this.
“August. You can’t be serious.” August’s expression didn’t change, though Wille did detect a hint of discomfort. “Not that I owe you anything but Felice and I are just friends. We’ve always been just friends and I’m genuinely shocked that you thought otherwise.” August looked like he was starting to relax at this but tensed back up at the next words out of Wille’s mouth.
“Also,” he stood up before he could continue, no longer liking the feeling of August looking down at him. “You keep Simon’s name out of your mouth. You do not get to talk about him. I don’t want you to even look at him. If you think about approaching Simon in the near future, I will go back to the headmistress and tell her that you supplied the drugs for the party and pressured all of us to blame it on Alexander” Wille thinks he sees fear in August’s eyes before they look away from him but he’s already on a roll. The anger he’s been holding back finally has an outlet.
“After you leaked that video of us, you do not get to comment on our relationship. Honestly you shouldn’t even be speaking to me. The fact that…” Before he can continue he hears another voice at the door. He understands why August had looked away.
“Wait, what?” He knew that voice. He hadn’t heard that voice in weeks. It’s crazy how quickly the anger faded from him and turned to dread at the sound of that voice. He turned around to see Simon standing at the locker room door. His face contorted with anger. Wille’s stomach twisted. This isn’t how he wanted Simon to find out.
“Simon,” He went to explain himself but Simon wasn’t looking at him. Simon was looking at August.
“It was you?” Simon started walking towards where they stood.
“This conversation is between me and Wille, Sosse, so turn around and walk away,” This had Wille’s eyes snapping back to August.
“August…” Before Wille could voice any of the venom building up in his mouth, Simon spoke again.
“You’re trying to tell me that you leaked that video of Wille and me and that I’m the one who shouldn’t be here? You’re a joke August,” Wille watches as August’s face contorts at being spoken to like that.
Listen you…” August starts, Simon interrupts.
“No. No, it's my turn. How dare you? How dare you leak that video. How could you do that to Wille?” Wille melts at Simon coming to his defense after everything. “I know you’ve never given a shit about me but Wille is your family. What possible reason could’ve been good enough that you would betray him like this?” Wille can tell Simon is just warming up too. Simon has now passed Wille and is staring straight up at August with all of the disgust imaginable. As Simon continues to talk though, Wille realizes Simon might make a rash decision that could get Simon in trouble and there’s no way he’s going to let that happen. He interjects quickly.
“Simon,” His voice is pretty soft when he says it but Simon shuts up immediately and looks at him. Hurt and anger the prevalent emotions swirling in Simon’s eyes.
“Can we talk? Please?” He hates that this is the same thing that August had said going into this. Simon’s mouth drops in disbelief.
“Are you serious?” The anger was now focused on Wille.
“I’ll tell you anything and everything you want to know but not here. I’ll deal with August but let’s talk first.” Simon seemed to be struggling with this but Wille watched his face and noticed the second that Simon decided to go with him.
“Fine,” Simon didn’t wait for him before marching out of the locker room. Wille turned his focus back to August.
“If you approach either of us again, I will not be held accountable for my actions. Leave us alone,” Then Wille leaves too.
That initial conversation with Simon goes as well as Wille had expected. Simon is hurt that Wille never mentioned anything and felt betrayed that even after everything August was still finding ways to ruin his life. The conversation lasted for over an hour while Wille tried to explain the whole situation. That first talk didn’t go exactly how he’d wanted it to, however it had opened the door for more.
Slowly but surely Wille and Simon built their relationship back up, starting as friends before realizing they’d never been good at being just friends.
Now, here Wille sits on Simon’s bed a year later happier than ever. However sometimes he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to those initial, painful months.
“Alright, come on,” Wille’s broken out of his thoughts by Simon’s voice. He knew it was coming. Simon could always tell when Wille was lost in his thoughts. Wille had known this was probably coming since he had felt Simon’s eyes on him. After all, for most of the night Wille had been the one trying to distract Simon from his homework only to have spent the last fifteen minutes staring intently at his math homework. Wille looked up into Simon’s gorgeous eyes. Wille still couldn’t believe the love he saw in them sometimes. He felt like the luckiest person in the world to be the one to witness it.
“What?” Is Wille’s intelligent response.
“Let’s go somewhere, just you and me” Simon keeps direct eye contact as he says this, starting to pack up his own work.
“Right now? Come on Simon it’s already nine o’clock. It’s dark out,” Simon is undeterred by this and instead moves to stand in front of Wille holding his hand out for him and maintaining that piercing eye contact. Wille knows that he’s going to cave. He always caves with Simon.
“Alright, let’s go,” Wille stands up and takes Simon’s hand. He’s rewarded with Simon’s blinding smile.
“Yay,” Simon quickly jumps up on his toes and pecks him on the lips before he then pulls him out of his room. Wille feels dazed as he’s led through Simon’s house, still feeling the effects of that one small kiss.
“Mama we’re going on a walk,” Simon explains, dropping Wille’s hand to put on shoes and a coat. Wille can’t do anything but join him.
“Okay Mis amores. Don’t stay out too late though,” Simon doesn’t seem like he’s going to respond to that so Wille offers her a quick
“We won’t Linda,” which awards him one of her motherly smiles that never fails to make a spark of contentment rush through him. He sees Malin out of the corner of his eye stand up from the couch and move to follow them.
“Malin, can you take us somewhere?” Simon turns to question Malin who nods quickly.
“Of course, where will I be taking you both this evening?” Instead of saying it outloud though, Wille watches as Simon whispers it to Malin, which only leads to confusing Wille more. What is with the secrecy? Malin nods at whatever Simon says and they make their way out to the car.
They’re only in the car for a few minutes before Simon comes to realize where they’re headed.
“Really? Why all the secrecy, huh?” Wille asks Simon, utterly endeared, as they pull up outside the football field. Luckily Malin, after doing an initial sweep, seems to trust that they’ll be okay and goes back to hang out in the car.
Instead of answering Wille, Simon takes his hand and leads him to the center of the field where he then leads them to lay down in the grass. Wille looks over when Simon curses lightly under his breath.
“What?” Wille can’t help but ask.
“Well I was hoping there would be stars and that it would be more romantic. Wille brings his gaze up to the sky only to find it covered with clouds. He lets out a laugh and suddenly they’re both laughing. Simon is utterly ridiculous sometimes. As the laughter fades, Wille can feel Simon’s gaze burning into the side of his face again.
“Did you know that this is the first place that I felt like I could fall in love with you?” And then Simon says things like that and Wille is rendered completely speechless. Wille turns to face Simon at these words Yet again, the love in Simon’s eyes leaves Wille breathless.
“Really?” Is all Wille can manage.
“Yeah. I mean, you were so cute introducing yourself to Ayub and offering to get me hotdogs. And then cheering for Rosh as if you were already friends. How could I not have fallen for you?” Wille finds his mind wandering back to that night.
“That was one of the best nights of my life,” Wille admits to Simon. He watches the surprise bloom on Simon’s face.
“Really?” Wille nods.
“Yeah of course. I mean, I already knew that I wanted to be spending all my time with you so the fact that you’d invited me in the first place had me feeling all giddy. And then you treated me so normally that night when you introduced me. I just felt like a normal teenager for once” Wille explained. “It didn’t hurt that you’re absolutely beautiful either,” Wille lightly teases, though the words are the complete truth. Wille thrills in watching a blush rise on Simon’s cheeks. Even after all these months together, they still can fluster each other. Wille hopes that feeling never goes away. There is a softness in Simon’s eyes that takes the final seed of anxiety flowing through Wille and discards it. All that’s left is a feeling of love.
“I love you, Wille,” Wille sometimes thinks Simon can read his mind.
“I love you too, Simon,” They gaze at each other until it feels like they can’t hold back. Their lips collide in a soft embrace. Wille feels the same butterflies as when they first kissed back at movie night but even more, this kiss feels like home. It feels like safety and trust. They stay wrapped up in each other’s arms, somehow Wille having shifted them so that Simon is under him as they kiss. It’s because of this that he’s the first one to feel it. He can’t help the gasp that he lets out into Simon’s mouth at the feeling of the cold drop on the back of his neck before it’s quickly joined by another one. He pulls away at this to look at the sky, more drops follow.
Wille can’t help but let out a groan and collapses on his back. He hears Simon laughing at this reaction and can’t help but push him, letting his own chuckle cut through.
“Come on Wille,” Simon now stands above him, hand outstretched to help pull him up. Once he’s on his feet again, instead of starting to lead him back to the car like he’d thought, Simon stands in front of him and says
“Can I have this dance?” Wille chuckles in disbelief.
“It’s raining,” Wille mentions as if he can’t see and feel the evidence of this all around him. A cold has started seeping in but there’s no way he’ll pull away from Simon.
“Yes I can see that, baby,” Wille blushes at the name, still not used to it. “But I’ve always wanted to dance in the rain with someone and this seems like the perfect opportunity,” Wille melts at this.
“Sap,” He can’t help but tease, though he’s already pulling Simon close and bringing Simon’s arms up to wrap around his neck.
“We don’t have any music,” Wille says despite already starting to move them slowly in a circle. Simon just shakes his head and continues to stare into Wille’s eyes, his entire heart on display. At one point Wille pulls away to then spin Simon under his arm and then pull him close again. He can’t help but also bring his lips down to Simon’s, pulling Simon even closer as he does so. He pulls away from the kiss, though not going very far, to say
“How about rain kisses? Have you always wanted a rain kiss too,” He can feel Simon’s smile against his own before he swallows Simon’s response of
“Shut up,” They stay wrapped up in each other, swaying and kissing, far longer than they should. When they wake up the next morning with matching colds the only thing running through Wille’s mind is…Worth it.
