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His Safe Place
It was getting uncomfortable, laying on his side with Simon all pressed up against him, but he didn’t want to stop touching him for the few seconds it would take to unzip and free himself. He leaned into the tight, trapped feeling. Took it as his little punishment for being late, for not being here when his boyfriend needed him.
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Mine
He arrived at the main entrance just as Simon’s car was pulling up the drive. Fondness unfurled in his chest as he watched him clamber out, yellow backpack in hand, bending down to thank the driver before turning his full attention on Wille. His mouth dropped open. Wille swallowed hard.
“Hey,” he smiled awkwardly.
Simon just stared at him, his eyes huge and dark as they travelled up to his hair and back down to his face.
“I got a haircut.”
Wille gets a new look. Simon responds favourably.
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For the lovely anon who sent me the prompt. I hope I managed to tick all of your boxes x
Talk to Me All Night Long
These last two are just for us. I asked him to take them. Wille’s breath caught in his throat. More? There were more?! His thumb hovered over the image file, teasing himself a little before he opened it...
A oneshot sequel to Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive, inspired by Omar's Galore photoshoot.
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Hungry - Final Chapter
Simon scowls. This was such a dumb idea. Why is Wille so hard to say no to?
“He told me you’re worried. About certain aspects of our relationship.”
“Yes,” Linda straightens out the hem of her cardigan, crosses one leg over the other.
“Specifically, Simon bi…” Wille changes his mind mid sentence, “me helping Simon out when he’s hungry.”
“Well, it’s not like you’re making him a sandwich, Wilhelm.”
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Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive - Final Chapter!
Starting the new year with an ending, but it’s a very fluffy, very smutty ending. I hope you like it 💜
Wille shook his head, kissing Simon’s lower lip when it stuck out in a pout, “I want to wait.”
“Noooo.”
“Want to wait until we’re alone.”
“We’re alone now!”
“I mean alone and naked in your fancy hotel room,” he kissed Simon’s neck between words, making him squirm and giggle.
Simon pulled away, stroking Wille’s hair away from his face, “Are you sure?”
“Very sure,” Wille kissed him softly, “you’re worth waiting for.”
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Hungry
Wille kisses him as he comes down from his high, nuzzles their noses together, “Fuck, that was,” he laughs softly, “I love you.”
“I love you,” Simon kisses back, feeling slightly shy now they’re past the heat of the moment, “it wasn’t too…?”
“No. No, I really liked it.”
Simon hums happily.
“Here, let me,” Wille helps him out of his boxers. He uses them to clean up, first Simon, then himself.
They snuggle under the covers, limbs liquid, sleepy and warm.
“Should probably talk about it, though,” Simon mumbles. He can feel Wille smiling.
“Maybe tomorrow.”
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A different take on ‘I can’t leave a pretty boy alone,’ inspired by this post by @grapehyasynth :)
“I swear to god, Ayub. I’m gonna lose it,” Simon paced in front of his open laptop, one hand raking through his curls and sending them spiralling out in all directions, “I’m actually worried for my own safety. I mean, what the hell does he do when he’s in the kitchen alone, and I’m not standing right next to him?”
“Is he really that bad?” Ayub asked. His voice was slightly distorted by his old headset, “You mentioned the scrambled egg thing. What else has he done?”
Simon took a deep breath. There had been so many incidents with Wilhelm (‘call me Wille’) in the two short weeks since they’d moved into their new student flat, “Well, a couple of nights ago I found him leaning over the stove while he tried to light it, like full on, face over the burner. Then he tried to cook some chicken nugget things without putting them on a tray.”
“What?”
“He balanced them on the rungs in the oven,” Simon closed his eyes, “no. I’m not joking.”
“Oh dear,” Ayub laughed.
“And last night we were talking and he just let his potatoes boil over. There was starchy water everywhere. I had to help him clean up.”
“Hmm,” Ayub brought a fork full of instant noodles up to his face, chewing thoughtfully, “maybe he’s making all these mistakes on purpose, so you’ll stick around and help him.”
“Huh?” Simon made a face, “Why would he do that?”
Ayub shrugged, “You’re hot.”
Simon burst out laughing. He shook his head, his cheeks growing a little flushed at the compliment, “You’re ace, man.”
“I can still appreciate hot, Simme. You’re a very attractive man.”
“Um,” Simon fiddled with his t-shirt, “thanks.”
“So it’s either that or he really is a complete moron. Which would you prefer?”
Simon groaned.
“Do you think he’s cute, too?”
“I haven’t thought about it,” Simon said, far too fast and far too defensively.
Ayub nodded, “I see.”
Simon padded into the kitchen in his pjs the next morning, slightly taken aback when he found Wille by the stove, broad shoulders draped in a fuzzy black dressing gown, hair all stuck up on one side.
“Hey.”
“Morning.”
Simon opened the fridge, rooting around for the orange juice he knew he’d hidden towards the back, “You’re up early.”
“I’m still getting used to my pillows,” Wille sighed, “I bought two of those memory foam ones because they were on sale, but they’re kinda weird. When I lay on my side I feel like they’re eating my face.”
Simon snorted into the juice carton. His conversation with Ayub came rushing back as he tried to cover it with a cough, “Oh, are you making porridge?”
“Yeah,” Wille smiled at him. He seemed pleased that he’d made Simon laugh, “I mean, I’m gonna try.”
“Do you want me to show you?” Simon offered, “I used to make it with my mom all the time.”
“Sure,” he stood to one side, gesturing for Simon to take over and
Oh, he was blushing. Had he blushed before when they were cooking together? Simon couldn’t remember.
He poured the oats into the pan, followed by the milk and a pinch of salt. Wille watched him attentively, standing kinda close despite all the worktop space.
“Thank you,” he said, when Simon handed over the wooden spoon so he could keep on stirring. Their fingers brushed softly, “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
They sat together at the little table by the window, eating their porridge, chatting about their lives, food, their uni courses.
“I can’t believe you’ve never had a grilled hot dog!” Simon gaped at him, “They’re so much better than the boiled ones.”
“Sorry,” Wille laughed, “that’s just not how I was raised.”
“My friend Rosh,” Simon remembered to swallow before he kept talking, “plays football for this local women’s team, and on match days they have a burger van that sells the best hot dogs.”
“So you say.”
“Fine. Come and try one if you don’t believe me.”
“OK,” Wille smiled shyly, “it’s a date.” There was the barest hint of a question in his voice, like he was waiting to see how Simon would respond.
Simon smiled back.
Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive
His unknown colleague’s comment had blown up overnight, attracting hundreds of likes and replies. Some of the replies were links to his private Instagram account, or photos of him from years ago screenshotted by people he was too slow to block. It was so weird. They knew that Simon could see everything they were posting, if he chose to look. Some of them even tagged him in their theories about how he and Wille got together. Amazingly though, nobody had recognised Wille from the video at the album signing. Yet.
Wille finally talks to his mother. Simon gets some exciting news.
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Close
Wille loves how soft and pliant Simon gets during a shared shower. He loves the way Simon looks at him as his hands travel all over his body, caressing as much as cleaning, how cuddly he gets when Wille massages shampoo through his curls, fingers scratching lightly at his scalp and making him purr.
It’s a freezing cold Sunday in February, both of them snowed in but not really caring about it. The fridge is stocked, their collection of pillows and knitted blankets is extensive, and they didn’t have plans to leave their apartment today anyway.
Simon sighs as Wille gently guides him back under the spray, making sure the suds don’t fall into his eyes. When his hair is fully rinsed, he turns around to pick up the soap - triple milled, lavender - and Wille takes the opportunity to hug him from behind, hand sliding down between his legs…
My little contribution to @youngroyals-events Kinktober 💜 The prompts I chose were ‘water,’ ‘first time,’ and the free space square, with which I have erm, taken some liberties.
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Hungry - Chapter Two
“Are you full now?” He murmurs, smiling lips grazing Simon’s earlobe as he rubs his tummy.
Vampire Simon AU 🖤
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Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive
“Well, I haven’t been giffed yet, so that’s something.”
“I may have some of those saved,” Wille admitted, “gifs of you, I mean.”
“Really?”
“Mmm.”
“Can I see?”
Wille groaned.
“Come on! You can’t tell me that and then not show them to me!”
“Fine,” Wille unlocked his phone, tapping on the screen a few times before handing it over.
“You have a whole folder!” Simon giggled, “Oh my god, what?!”
Wille snatched his phone back, blushing furiously, “There aren’t that many.”
“I counted well over thirty.”
“Yes, well…”
Simon kissed him on the cheek, “You’re such a fanboy!”
Wille is in full supportive boyfriend mode. Unfortunately this gets them both more attention than they want.
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Hungry
“I’ll only take a little,” Simon kisses him once, twice, once more, “only a little, I promise.”
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Vampire Simon, inspired by this beautiful gif 🖤 Read it here.
A drabble for day 1 of Simon's month :) Thank you @youngroyals-events. The prompt was 'pencil case.'
Wille can’t concentrate. He should be reading chapters one through eight and making notes on the industrial revolution, but it’s a million degrees outside, the library is full of third years stressing loudly about their exams, and Simon is sitting right next to him, emanating heat in a whole other way. His lips look incredibly kissable as he reads the same textbook Wille should be reading, muttering the words under his breath.
Wille shifts in his seat, trying and failing to refocus his brain. His pen is out of ink. He scribbles a few times before giving up and reaching for a new one from Simon’s pencil case.
It’s sort of become their pencil case over the last few months, Simon’s half gnawed pencils and Bic biros alongside Wille’s blue metal Parker pen and a few sticks of his chewing gum, and two condoms hidden underneath all of that, just in case. The tin itself is very Simon, though. The Garfield joke on the lid is sarcastic like Simon, but it’s cute, too, and sometimes the latch sticks and it’s hard getting it to open up.
Wille fiddles, accidentally snapping the lid closed. He holds the case out to Simon with a guilty expression.
“Again?” Simon sighs fondly. He takes the pencil case from Wille and pops it open, setting it down on the table between them.
“Thank you.”
“I know you can do that for yourself.”
Wille just smiles.
Simon huffs out a laugh, “Stop distracting me. I need to finish this.”
“But we haven’t hung out all week,” Wille pouts, gently stroking Simon’s wrist with his finger, “why don’t we go and work in my room instead? It’s much quieter.”
Simon shoots him a disbelieving look before going back to his textbook. Wille taps his fingers, bites his lip as he considers another angle.
“You look so good today.” He really does. Wille has never seen Simon in a tank top before, but he hopes he’ll be seeing it a lot more in the near future. When Simon took his checked shirt off at lunch he nearly lost his mind.
“It’s hot, Wille,” Simon doesn’t look up.
“Mmm.”
“I’m hot.”
“Yeah.”
Simon laughs, cheeks tinged with pink as he shakes his head, “Stop it.”
“What?”
“You know exactly what.”
“Sorry,” Wille says quietly, “I just miss you.”
“I miss you, too,” Simon reaches across the desk to hold his hand, squeezing his fingers before pulling away again.
Wille chases the touch with his pinky, “Can you sleep over tonight?”
“Perhaps,” Simon’s lips curl up in a smile, “if you let me finish my homework.”
Simon’s Month- Day 1: Pencil case
I’m hoping to be able to post a bit more for Simon’s month, hosted by @youngroyals-events (thanks for putting this together again 💜), than I did for Wille’s month. All my ficlets and drabbles will be posted here on AO3.
Don’t worry- I’ll still be writing and updating should’ve said no. It won’t be neglected!
For day 1 Simon packs his backpack to attend his first day at Hillerska… and is reminded of the origins of his Garfield pencil case. With complicated feelings he remembers a day long past.
Rated: G, 1.3k
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Nothing Can Change How You Make Me Come Alive
“What, erm,” Wille swallowed, “what is our situation?”
Simon smiled wider.
“I mean, you said boyfriend before. But I don’t know if that was just an expression. Or if you said it without thinking, and like you said, things have moved really fast and I don’t want to pressure you or”
“Wille,” Simon squeezed his fingers, “relax. You’re my boyfriend.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. I’ve already decided.”
“Good,” Wille snuggled closer, “I hate making decisions.”
Sleepovers, borrowed clothes, and a tiny bit of avoidance…
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Here is a little ficlet for the last day of Wille’s month :) There is no prompt for today, so this is just a scene from Wille’s summer living at the Eriksson house. Under a cut because it’s NSFW.
Thank you @youngroyals-events for organising this. It’s been fun 💜
Favours
“OK,” Wille put down his knife and fork and placed his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his folded hands, “something else is bothering you. Out with it.”
“I’m in pain, Wille,” Simon grumbled, “and I’m fed up of dropping stuff all the time and not being able to do the most simple things on my own.”
Wille nodded thoughtfully, “So you’re frustrated?”
In more ways than one, “Yes.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
Simon accidentally laughed at that. Wille frowned, confused.
“Sorry. No, you’re already doing more than enough for me.”
“But there is something?”
Simon sighed, shoulders slumping. Wille could be absolutely relentless sometimes, “No, honestly. I’m really grateful for all your help, and I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
“OK,” Wille looked like he wanted to keep prying.
Simon rolled his eyes, “Alright. Fine. Do you want to wank me off after you’ve finished cutting up my food for me? Cos that’s something else I’m having trouble with at the moment!”
His cheeks flushed with heat. He expected his outburst to shame Wille into leaving him alone, but instead Wille just stared at him. Studied his face in that intense, unblinking way of his.
“I mean, I can.”
New fic based on this ask, and also my contribution to @youngroyals-events Wille's Month day 25 - 'Hands' :)
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