Hey Cami! If You're Still Taking Requests For Wilmon Day, How About "Who Is More Jealous"? 💜

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.”

(@youngroyals-events)

Sunday Snippet

I have survived the last week and a half! (Somehow). And I come bearing a snippet from a now completed, slightly-longer-than-it-was-supposed-to-be 'experimental oneshot'. I just need to edit the mess offline mode made of my document, but hopefully I'll get to share it soon. (People following the progress of the childhood friends fic will also be pleased to know that I've been working on that too.)

With intent, Felice chucked the cardigan she was holding in her hands at Nils. He squawked and lifted his arms to protect himself, spilling water everywhere in the process. “What the fuck was that for?” he cried, shaking his wet hair out of his face and laying the glass down on the table. “Fuck’s sake, Felice. I’m all wet now.”

“You asked Simon?” she demanded, rounding the table and sitting down in the armchair opposite them.

Nils wiped his hands on his t-shirt and sent her a scathing look. Very used to Nils, Felice just glared back at him until he sighed. “Yes. I asked Simon. So what?”

“So what?” Felice’s voice went shrill and Wille felt like he might be missing something.

“Yeah,” Nils said. “So what.”

“So,” Felice said, slowly and deliberately. “Simon is off limits.”

Nils scoffed and leant back into the sofa again. “Not any more, he’s not. He got rid of the dead weight didn’t he? Free as a bird. And therefore back on the table.”

“Nils,” Felice said, her tone warning. And then, for some reason, her eyes very pointedly moved to Wille and back to Nils. “That wasn’t why he was off limits.”

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zarogz

1 week ago

hidden gems fic rec list!

i haven't done a fic rec list in a while - here is my collection of previous lists - but i'm up to december 2024 in the wilmon ao3 tag! here are some wilmon fics or ficlets that maybe went a little under the radar and that i really enjoyed and recommend!

i've tagged authors where i knew their handle.

vision of happiness - @wildcalendula

Where Soul Meets Heart - @zarogz

Cartography - @starvalisedham

angel - @sundelionskyisland

a little away. - sealgummy

it's a long road home (and we've got far to go) - peonyrose

the story left untold - @little-fandom

can i take a shot at your heart? - @theaviatorthatcouldnotfly

the liars are calling me one - bananzie

Spinning in infinity - Whiterabbit11

these graves are all too young - @malinthebodyguard