AU Where Closeted Crown Prince Wilhelm Has An Existential Crisis After Reading Red, White & Royal Blue

Drawing for my new Space au :) Ao3 When Two Worlds Collide

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WANTED: TO BORROW AN ORANGE CAT Wanted: to borrow an orange cat to have a lasagna dinner with Garfield-loving twins, aged five. Will return the cat happy and cared for. Cat will not be required to eat lasagna if contraindicated. Please take your cat back at the end. Not looking to adopt. Thank you.

"This guy has completely gone mental," is Simon's first thought when he sees the ad on the bulletin board at the university campus. He considers it; he has an orange cat, after all, but this guy doesn't sound sane at all, or maybe he is a serial killer who wants to take cat owners out of this world because he has a personal vendetta against them. No, Simon, you are watching too much crime drama. Maybe the guy is a sweet dad who wants to make his little children happy. He takes a photo of the paper, still not sure if he will call this Wilhelm guy to borrow his innocent cat for a dinner party with two toddlers. This is insane.

He makes the call. He is skeptical at first, and Wilhelm, or Wille for short, as he wants to be called, mentions it before Simon even has a chance to and tells him it is very understandable. He sends them the picture of the children with their Garfield plushies, watching the cartoon with an adorable look on their faces. It looks legit, and Simon believes him. So they set up a date for Simon to bring his cat on one condition that Simon will be there as well.

Wille opens the door with the most enchanting smile, and Simon is already captivated by his charm. Okay, he was very gorgeous in the photos with the kids, but the real him standing right there is not enough for words. Fuck, why does he have to fall for the most unavailable guys? This guy is married with children. Could he be more unlucky?

Wille invites him and his cat in, and the little girls look at them behind their dad's legs with curious eyes. Simon takes his cat out of the box and makes proper introductions. He tells them what Jelly likes and does not. She usually gets on with kind children, but better safe than sorry.

Wille did actually set up a kids' table for them to eat their dinner, his cat included. He put on actual cutlery, but fortunately plastic ones. He serves the girls their long-awaited lasagna and some cat food to Jelly---her favorite one since he kindly asked Simon which one it was with the most persuasive reasoning that it's the least he could do for their favor.

He set up another table near the kids for them as well, very similar to the kids' table, but this one is more adult with real cutlery after all. Simon almost thinks this is like a date. He serves them some lasagna as well, and it is the most delicious thing Simon has ever eaten. They ask each other a couple of questions about life and work and some mundane stuff. It is not awkward at all, but it should be because they only know each other for thirty minutes, but it is not.

"You must have been very young when they were born," Simon comments out of the blue. Wille never mentioned the wife in the span of one hour they spent together. Maybe he is a single dad, and he has a chance after all. But that doesn't have to mean he's into guys at all. He needs to get his mind out of the gutter asap.

"I was 17, I think." Wille thinks it over, "No, I was 16. It was way before my birthday."

"You were so young. It must be very difficult to raise them with uni and your job."

"Their mom doesn't trust me at all when it is my turn to babysit," he chuckles. "She is calling every hour to check up on me, and I think I am doing great here. What do you think?" He smiles, and Simon's own matching smile falls flat. Yes, the mother is still in the picture, which is a downer, but babysitting? He calls taking care of his own children babysitting? He must be an asshole despite all this sweet persona. At least this will soften the blow when Simon can't have him.

"Can we do this again?" Wille asks with a small, shy smile on his face. Is he hitting on him? All of a sudden, Simon doesn't find him attractive at all. "I didn't think the girls would be that happy. I know I am being greedy here, but if it is possible for you, we would be really happy."

"I don't know," Simon mutters. He doesn't want to see this guy who is flirting with him in front of his children. He is not that guy.

"They are going to run to me in about three minutes asking if they can keep the cat; just wait." he chuckles. Why does he have to have the most beautiful smile? He is an asshole. It is not fair.

"You said you didn't want it for adoption."

"I am not trying to deceive you here."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Simon mumbles under his breath.

"Can we adopt the cat?" The girls come yelling in unison. At least he knows them very well.

"No, we can't," Wille explains. "You know your mom is allergic to cats. That's why we are doing this when she is not around. Remember?"

The tears well up in their eyes as Wille speaks. "I should have seen this coming."

"Uncle Wille, please. Pretty please." they beg in unison again with their little puppy eyes, and Simon is an idiot.

"My brother and his wife are coming in an hour to pick them up and I really fu--fudged up big this time." Wille whispers, censoring the swear word in front of the children, and he looks like an absolute dream; all the ugliness coming from the misunderstanding Simon caused himself disappears because when has Wille said they are his children at any point in his conversation?

Simon gets down on his knees to get to their eye level. "You don't want your mom to get sick, do you?" The little girls shake their heads with sniffles. "How about I bring Jelly again when you are here next time? Does that sound okay?"

They nod their little heads, satisfied with this solution. Simon tells them to go and say goodbye to his cat because they would have to get going soon.

"You don't need to do that if you don't want to," Wille says in apprehension after the girls are out of their earshot. "I really should have thought this through. This is on me."

"It is not a problem." Simon smiles. "How else am I going to find an excuse to see their very hot uncle otherwise?"

"Oh." Wille blushes. "I thought I was alone in this."

"You were definitely not. It is just that I was dumb." Wille scrunches his eyebrows in confusion, and Simon tells him to let it go. It will be a very embarrassing story if things go further.

"You know what we should do right now?" He smiles with a mischievous look. "We should set up another date."

"They won't---"

"Without the kids and my cat. Just us."

Wille, that asshole, licks his lips before he replies. "Sure, can't wait."

"Wait a second." Wille asks later, after their second first date, and Simon finds himself in Wille's apartment again, but this time in a room he hasn't seen before. "You thought I was their dad, didn't you?"

"No."

"Simon."

"Shut up."

"Look at the pictures I sent you. The pictures with the kids and me," he chuckles. Simon takes his phone from the nightstand and opens up his chat with Wille and looks at the pictures again.

"What am I seeing here?"

"Look at the mugs," he chuckles again, but he sounds more entertained this time.

Simon looks at the mugs the girls are holding in the picture with Wille in the middle. It was very cute when Simon first saw it, or his face. The letters stare back at him this time. "World's Best Uncle."

"I am a dumbass. A real dumbass."

"You are cute," he snickers. "You probably couldn't take your eyes off of me. I understand."

"Shut up, you smug asshole." Simon shoves him playfully out of the bed, but Wille hangs onto him and crashes their lips together with lots of giggles in between. He was right after all.

The lasagna picture with the girls and his cat easily became Simon and Wille's favorite yearly tradition.

Forgot about this one :)

Betrayal, watercolour, 2024

never understood why people want wilhelm to be the one obsessed and yearning and miserable over everything that goes wrong between them when simon is always equally obsessed, yearning and miserable. wilhelm took a jump of faith as small as holding fingers with simon and it already gave simon the courage to hop 20 steps further and kiss wille TWICE! wilhelm did as little as merely ask simon why he wasn't coming to rowing practice and simon challenged him to break all rules and leave the premise of school just to come on a date with him. wilhelm joined the choir for them to spend more time together and it elated simon so bad he nearly cut wille's ribcage open and jumped inside. he changed the school's 120 year old anthem into a love song for wilhelm after they'd been together for mere months and hadn't even officially dated! he quite literally breathed the very fabric of wille's sweater day and night those few weeks that they were broken up. after their break up in s3, he wanted to leave his hometown of 16 years cause everything in that small town reminded him of wille.... yes. wille's done many dramatic, embarrassing, lover boy acts for simon too, but simon is as much of a yearner and a lover, if not an even bigger one.

me as a writer

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Hey Cami! If you're still taking requests for wilmon day, how about "Who is more jealous"? 💜

Hii Simon, thank you so much for sending in this prompt for Wilmon day. I was so happy to work on this, I had so many fun ideas but I ended up landing on this one. Hopefully this still fits into jealous Simon🤞🏽 I hope it will make you, and everyone else that take the time to read this, smile. Enjoy 💜

Every other week, Simon and Wille find themselves at their local market on a sunny Sunday morning. It’s one of their routines now that they’ve been living together. The simple things like grocery shopping, cleaning the house, cooking are things they enjoy doing because like everything else, they’re planning on spending the rest of their lives together.

The market is nice, they get to take some fresh air, get to engage in futile conversations with the locals and it’s not so far from their apartment. Besides, the good quality of food is enough to motivate them to set foot outside on the weekend even if, at times, it seems to be more expensive than in the store.

But like every Sunday, Simon has to work on his patience as the ladies of the market are always rodding around his husband. It’s not that he doesn’t understand it, his husband is cute and sexy and cute again and, on top of that, it's summer and his freckles are popping out, and he looks pretty elegant in his short-sleeved shirt.

While Simon is looking at the fruits, he only takes his eyes off him for a few seconds, but it's already too late. His husband is taken away from him.

Wille is surrounded by a herd of ladies, touching his tanned arms. For god knows why, these ladies think it's appropriate to stare at him like he was a piece of meat and, yes, Simon has to hold on to dear life as he’s had that conversation before with Wille. You can’t just throw apples at people, Simon Wille had said and all he can think now is how unfortunate that was…

Wille looks back at him, flushed from the sun, sun glasses on top of his head, and his semi short hair never looked so good. He smiles apologetically to Simon and he can't really be mad at him when he looks that sweet.

Once he pays the vendor, he's dreading the conversation and it's only making his blood boil.

Simon slowly joins them at the center of the closed street with his bag full of green apples and red ones, Wille’s favorite. He keeps one in his hand ready to shoot his target.

“Ladies” he says with every bit of bitterness he can find in his body. He wish he could scream at them for being inappropriately close to his husband but at last, the look on Wille's face tells him not to be mean and so he doesn't.

“I see you’ve been keeping my husband busy,” he purposely accentuates my husband pretty bluntly making the group flinch, while beside him, Wille bursts into laughter. Simon nudges his shoulder into his, as if the whole situation wasn't embarrassing enough.

The ladies uff like he had burst their bubbles. Simon thinks good, let me remind you he's mine. They all turn their heads away from the couple as they look appalled by Simon's words and again he feels victorious.

“Well, I guess we better go.” One of them utters in annoyance, despite still holding on to Wille's arm, not even paying much attention to Simon being right there.

“Goodbye honey,” another one exclaimed with a hand in the air.

While a bunch of them just rushed to hug Wille or to pat his head like the animal zoo he was, without forgetting to give Simon a disdain look. After all, how dare he claim his space besides his husband.

“Good riddance,” Simon mutters.

It's still loud enough for one of them to give him the middle finger which makes Simon laugh.

“Goodbye my dear, tell your mom to say hi.” one screamed as if she knew him enough to say such thing.

“Yeah, of course,” Wille lets out, hoping their interaction hasn't brought more attention to him.

“Goodbye handsome,” Another one came in winking and that is too much even for Wille.

Simon decides it’s time to step in.

“Alright, that’s enough, you can leave now.” Simon came in between them like a shield protecting his human.

“This is outrageous” one of them says in a whisper, but Simon is ready to launch himself until Wille grabs him by the hips and just hugs him from behind.

“Simon” Wille says, chin deep into Simon's warm neck.

“What,” the back of his head resting on his husband's shoulder.

“Simon,” he brings his hand to the back of his neck, forcing him to turn around and finally look up in his direction.

“I’m not going to apologize, you're not a boy toy. They can get their own husband instead of stealing mine,” he buries his head in Wille's collarbone.

“That was hot, you coming in to rescue me…” Wille comes closer, hands still holding on to Simon's hips, he makes their lips brush. He's teasing him, Simon hates him but he also can't resist him.

“Stop it, it’s not funny," he laughs despite himself.

“Simon, they’re old ladies that need attention, nothing malicious is going to happen, I promise,” he speaks as their mouths are brushing against one another.

“I just don’t like it.” He pouts and Wille takes his face in his hands and he feels like a child being comforted.

“Next time, you're not leaving my side,” Simon confesses in a sweet way as he comes closer and softly kisses Wille's lips.

“I promise.”

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