#yr Drabble

[caramelpenguin]

Simon's head thumps onto Wilhelm's shoulder, and Wilhelm cards a hand through his soft curls. The lights are loud, the music is flashing, their friends are dancing, drinking, sprawled on the floor, chatting—everywhere at once.

Simon's breath is warm against Wilhelm’s neck. "Wilhelm?"

"Yeah?"

"Willeeeee?"

"Yeaaaahhhhh?"

His next words come out muffled, barely audible over the music. "Thank you for taking care of me."

It was Simon's own idea that maybe he should try drinking, just a little bit to start. He did't want the echoes of his childhood to prevent him attempting something new. If Sara could it, couldn't he? And it was Wilhelm's idea that he wouldn't drink anything alcoholic for Simon's first try.

"Anytime, Simon."

There's a giggle against his neck. "I've got a big secret."

"What is it?"

“You can’t make fun of me, though,” Simon insists.

Wilhelm presses a kiss to his forehead, his voice warm. “I won’t. What’s the secret?”

“I’m in love with you.”

He holds back a snort. "I love you, too."

“No, no,” Simon protests, pulling back just enough to look at him, his eyes glassy but determined. “I’m like in love with you. You’re so amazing, and you have so much love in you to give, and I’m in love with your face because you look so good.”

Wilhelm feels a laugh bubbling in his chest, but he swallows it down. Simon’s head lolls against his shoulder again, and Wilhelm tilts his head to rest gently on top of Simon’s. “You’re really laying it on thick, huh?”

“I’m serious,” Simon mumbles, poking at Wilhelm’s chest with a clumsy finger. “You don’t get it. You smell really good. Like remember your orange sweater that you wore to Hillerska a few times and then never saw again? I took it. Because I missed you so much. And I put it under my pillow and when I missed you so much that I thought I might explode, I would smell it and it was almost like you were there. And I love your stupid hair. And I’d fight anyone who says you’re not the best person in the universe.”

This time Wilhelm can’t hold back his laugh, quiet and warm against the curls. “The universe, huh?" Then he freezes for a moment. “Wait. The orange sweater?”

Simon hums sleepily. “Mhm. It smelled like you, so I stole it. I’m not sorry.”

“You stole it?” He shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. “I’ve been wondering where that went for months.”

“It’s mine now,” Simon mumbles with a lazy sort of defiance. “Finders keepers.”

Wilhelm presses another kiss to his forehead, his cheeks aching from smiling. “We’re so talking about this in the morning.”

“Sure, sure,” Simon murmurs, his voice fading into a contented sigh. “Still in love with you, though. Like, a lot.”

His cheeks are aching from smiling. “I know,” he whispers, holding Simon a little closer. “I'm in love with you, too. Like, a lot.”

[gulliblelemon]

Christmas Drabble

I wanted to write something about their first Christmas together, but didn’t have enough ideas to do it justice. So I just wrote this little drabble instead 🎄

The panic building in Wille’s chest is familiar, but luckily so is the warm hand in his.

“We can leave whenever you want,” Simon whispers.

“Promise?”

The answer is a gentle squeeze and a smile.

Doors open and they’re ushered past gigantic Christmas trees, beautiful garlands and glowing candles.

Simon leans close. “This isn’t our Christmas,” he says. “Remember, we’re having ours tomorrow. They can’t take that away.”

“Can I stay in my pyjamas?” Wille says, tugging his collar.

“Absolutely.” Then Simon leans closer. “Or even better. Nothing at all.”

Perhaps Wille can tolerate one more Christmas at the palace.

[enjoythesilentworld]

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

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

#71 — One Of Your Girls, Troye Sivan

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

And it’s wrong, this isn’t—

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

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

“No, I— Simon—?”

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

Wille wants to cry. Wants to scream.

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

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

“Simon—“

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

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edit: realized i should add the actual song 😐 so people can get all the vibes

[leojfitz]

yr drabble challenge: a proposal

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

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[purplehoodiesandclementines]

So... I'm not sure how this happened, and I know drabble week is technically over... But I kept thinking of you, @gulliblelemon, last night, and of the many beautiful gems you've gifted to us over the past week (despite announcing initially that you were "not like that"!). Some of them keep living in my heart, they are canon now.

So since I've recently discovered that writing fanfic for others is fun (and frankly the only way I feel brave enough to post anything), I wrote you this little thank you note. It's an expansion of one of my favorite scenes.

Thank you for being the spectacular human you are, and for being a wonderful friend. 💜

🛵

"Thanks for inviting me. I—uh, I had a great time." Running a hand through his hair, Wille glanced down before meeting Simon's eyes with a shy smile.

"Me too." Simon nodded, rolling his lips to stop the idiotic grin from overtaking his face.

"Good night, Simon."

"Good night... Wille."

Simon stared after him, a fond giggle bubbling up in his chest as Wille stepped backwards, stumbling slightly before turning to walk up to Forest Ridge.

Someone snorted behind Simon.

Rolling his eyes, he climbed back onto Rosh’s scooter.

"Shut up."

Ayub raised his hands.

"We didn't even say anything!”

🛵

[hergrandplan]

Drabble prompt: “Here’s another fun fact-”

I cant sleep because my brain won't shut up so i wrote this instead. Had an idea like this for a while and i'm glad to have finally had an excuse to write it! Anyone care for a little pining?

Very late addition for the YR drabble week, hosted by @youngroyals-events

"Here's another fun fact --" Simon giggles while he stumbles forward. Wille tightens his grip around him to stop his best friend from face-planting.

"We are all made of star dust that's like billions of years old! Isn't that so cool?"

"Very cool. Now, can you please lie down? You need sleep."

"Wait, wait, one more." Simon's words are slurred, and his eyes are so wide, Wille can practically see the galaxy in them.

Simon leans forward with a conspirational grin. "I love you."

Wille musters a smile.

How he would love to hear Simon say those words when he's sober.

[pagegirlintraining]

wilmon + "Simon, wait!"

Had a bit of a stressful end of the week so this took a while, but thanks for the awesome prompt 💜

“Simon, wait!”

There was no way to fight the same idiotic smile he’d felt take over his face again and again for the past hour as Simon spun back around, even if his skin was prickling with nerves at the sight of sweaty blonde strands grazing pale, freckled skin where they’d fallen loose from the messy bun their owner had attempted with every step of the half-jog that Wille was currently doing towards him; he hadn’t expected him to notice, much less respond this soon.

“You forgot your drawing,” Wille told him through a puff of breath once he’d made it all the way to Simon’s car, holding out the sticky note to him with a slightly sheepish expression, and oh, okay, that’s what this was. Looking from Wille’s flushed face to the piece of paper in his hand containing - at most - a somewhat decent doodle of a frog he’d been working on for the past ten minutes before leaving the restaurant, Simon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry out in frustration; Wille really was making this whole thing much harder than he’d hoped it would be.

“I didn’t,” he said after steeling himself for a second, feeling the adrenaline in his body making his heart pound way above its regular speed, all because Wille seemed set on making him spell it all out, “I left it for you, because you said the other day that frogs were your favorite animal, remember? And, uh, I was hoping you’d think it was cute, or whatever, and that that would make you say yes.”

“Say- Say yes to what?” Wille asked, sounding genuinely baffled, and it was not at all fair how cute he was when he got like this.

“The, uh, the question”, Simon replied, heartbeat thumping in his ears as he pointed to where a little speech bubble over the frog’s head said, “Dinner on Friday, just you and me?” with Simon’s number in tidy little figures right beneath it. “So maybe we can talk while you’re not waiting tables and I’m not technically supposed to be studying?”

Simon knew Wille’s answer before he gave it, his heart giving an exceptionally joyful pump before it stuttered for a moment at the sight of the brilliant smile lighting up Wille’s face, all glowing cheeks and crooked front teeth.

“Yes.”

Cheating you say? What even counts as cheating anymore these days 😇

Send me wilmon + a sentence and I’ll give you 5 some more :)

[hehehereliesmysanity]

what if?

Wille opens the window all the way to the end and takes a long, deep breath. He ran away like a complete idiot only because Simon held his hand. He tries to control his breathing, sitting on the windowsill when he hears the footsteps coming towards him. And just his luck, it is Simon. Of course it is him. 

Wille can tell that Simon is nervous with his hunched shoulders, fisted hands, and averted eyes making his way towards him but he is taking very slow, small steps, as if he is not even sure he should follow Wille when he is the one Wille escaped from earlier. At least that is what Simon would be thinking if he were him. Simon is not making eye contact, not even looking at his face, and Wille thinks he fucked up really badly, but why would Simon be here if he did?

Simon, sweet and caring Simon, asks him if he is okay, and Wille knows he is replying, but he is sure he is not making any sense, talking about getting fresh air and cramped toes. What the hell was that?

“I should–” Simon points behind his back, ready to leave, and it is the last thing Wille wants. “The movie is so good, I can’t miss that,” Simon teases, rolling his eyes, and Wille laughs too. He really likes it when Simon is playful and sarcastic. “I better get back now,” he says, but he still doesn’t make a move. Maybe Simon is stalling, and he also doesn’t want to leave yet. Wille should say something to make him stay, but he can’t think of anything. Just when Simon turns to leave, he leans forward to catch a handful of his shirt and pulls him to himself as a very desperate attempt, and Simon simply complies. Wille didn’t think this through, and now Simon is right in front of his face, only a breath apart. He can hear nothing but their quickened breathing at the moment, and he makes up his mind, looking at Simon’s lips first and then he leans in.

And Simon kisses him back.

[willesredlights]

Hi Sari! For the drabble challenge, I ask you for 22. New Outfit :)

wilmon ofc <3

Heyy! Thank you for the prompt😊💜 I hope you like it!! I got some horny wilmon in my mind for this one

Simon looks in the mirror, pleased with how he looks in his new purple lace shirt.

“This is new”, suddenly Wilhelm stands behind him, looking at him through the mirror. 

“Do you like it?”, Simon asks. His boyfriend swallows, his eyes full of lust. 

Wilhelm lets his finger glide over the thin fabric and kisses Simon’s neck. “I like it a lot”, he admits. “It turns you on, doesn't it?”, Simon smiles and Wilhelm starts blushing profusely. “Maybe”, he says. “Maybe you should take it off then”, Simon says. “Maybe I should fuck you while you're wearing it”, Wilhelm whispers.

These 100 words were too short for the idea in my head, I could write a whole one shot about this.

Another contribution for the Young Royals Drabbles Challenge organised by @youngroyals-events 📝

[idreamofcrackinglocks]

YR Drabble Challenge - 1. Social Media

His thumb hovers over the picture, the urge to acknowledge it a strange one after years of cold hard silence from the both of them.

Posted to Felice’s large instagram following, a smiling Wille, arm flung over her shoulders. Flag around his shoulders, glitter on his cheeks. It hurts, after being forced to keep their relationship a shameful secret, and now he’s at Pride.

He shoves his phone into his pocket. Grabs his keys. Slams the door of his apartment. Feet carrying him towards the sound of the parade and towards the man who shattered his heart into irreparable pieces.

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[saynomorefic]

i put my liked songs on shuffle and pulled a quote from actually one of my favorite songs ever for the drabble game for you!! this is actually such a genius idea. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

'Before' by James Blake: "I must be in pain cause I've never needed anyone before"

"It's here," Simon nearly screamed, shoving his shirt collar down to reveal the fang marks on his collarbone. Wille swallowed the bile rising in his throat. "Wille, it - it hurts like hell."

He swore to himself it would never come to this, but Simon needed him, and if he did nothing, Simon wouldn't last the night. 

"I don't want to harm you," Wille panted, nevertheless approaching Simon carefully.

"Please, Wille, I need you," Simon cried out. 

"This will hurt even more," Wille warned, before sinking his teeth into the same wound, sucking the venom out as quickly as he could.

--

Thank you Jay! <3 this song is so awesome, but I'd never heard it before so ty for the introduction ❣️ hope you like the direction I took it in 🌙

Vampire vibes? Werewolf vibes? Something else entirely? Who's to say really <3

Ty @youngroyals-events !!

[caramelpenguin]

A beard suits Wilhelm, Simon realises.

It's a light beard, a dusting or maybe a shadow brushing his jaw. His hair is longer now than what it was when they were teenagers. From this distance, he notices how Wilhelm's shoulders have broadened, how he fills up the suit jacket in a way he never could have eighteen years ago.

Wilhelm throws his head back in laughter. Simon can't hear it from across the room - he doesn't think stepping forward is a good idea- but he wonders if Wilhelm sounds like sixteen-year old Wille. The boy with ridiculously expensive sweaters, whose words were often tangled on his tongue. The boy who used to look at Simon like he was the answer to every question, who used to kiss him like he was tasting sunlight.

Simon wonders and wonders and wonders and in his wondering, his feet have aimlessly led him across the room. The kaleidoscopic lights splash the room in rainbow colours, briefly reminding him of Hillerska. Initiations. Red cups. Glowsticks.

When he gets close enough to hear Wilhelm’s voice—a deeper tone than before—he falters, considering a retreat. It would be easy to disappear into the crowd, to let the music and lights swallow him whole.

But Wilhelm must still be Wille. It's like he can sense him. An invisible thread that pulls them together. He turns around, lips parting slightly, eyes cutting through everyone else to focus solely on him.

Wilhelm approaches, and they stand there, Two figures in a bustling room bathed in neon lights, frozen in time at 11:30 pm in Stockholm

Simon forgets how to breathe. His heart pounds, loud and insistent, and he stupidly thinks Wilhelm will say something like, I had a haircut.

part 2 here

[gulliblelemon]

Like That

“What happened last Friday…” Simon feels Wille tense beside him. “It was— I just—“

“Maybe we could do that again.” 

Wille has gone pink with his outburst. Simon watches the blush disappear into his collar. Swallowing, Simon nods, trying to bite down his smile.

— 

Later, they lie tangled in Wille’s bed; content, giddy and a little bashful.

“I wondered if you would shut me down,” Simon says, vulnerable in his happiness. “Say you weren’t like that.”

“Oh, I’m definitely like that.”

Simon giggles. “I can see.” He takes a breath. “But maybe we should try again. Just to be sure.”

Thanks, @youngroyals-events!

[enjoythesilentworld]

💜 wilmon + #78 💜

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

#78 Addicted – Zerb, The Chainsmokers, Ink

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

But he is.

“Do you want to dance?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Breathless, Wille nods, “One more time.”

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[leojfitz]

yr drabble challenge: video store

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

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

[purplehoodiesandclementines]

Hello! <3 for the YR drabbles event, I challenge you to 41. Superpower 🦸🏼‍♂️🦸🏾 hope you are doing well! 💗

When I found this lovely ask in my inbox (thank you!), I thought, surely this was a mistake. Because why me?

But then I kept thinking of you, @skibasyndrome, and how you might be feeling this week. And since fanfic, to me, is the ultimate language of love, it made me come up with this little something, to remind you that you're amazing, and that you've got this. 💜

***

Simon groaned, letting his head sink onto the table.

"The thesis is due Friday, Wille! What if I can't fucking do it this time?"

A pair of arms wrapped around Simon's torso from behind, gently drawing him closer into his boyfriend's chest.

"Sure you can, love. You just need a break," Wille murmured against his temple.

Simon nuzzled into the soft warmth of Wille's neck. He inhaled deeply, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.

This was Wille's super power. Making Simon feel held. Making him feel seen. Making him feel. And always reminding him:

Things would be okay.