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Thank you so much for sending this in! (If you no longer remember what this is about because I took so long to reply, this was for the Spotify Wrapped challenge where you send me a number and I write a drabble inspired by that song.) You picked The Healing by Zara Larsson, which is not a happy song to adapt, so please heed the content warning for implied past abusive relationship.
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“I’m sorry,” Simon muttered, his shoulders rising and falling at an alarming rate as he sat on the edge of the sofa, the heels of his palms pressing into his eyes.
“It’s okay,” Wille said quickly. Everything inside him was screaming at him to take Simon’s trembling frame into his arms, but it was all too likely that his touch would only make things worse right now. He could still feel the ghost of Simon’s kisses on his lips, his chest felt cold where Simon’s body had been pressed against it just moments earlier. He’d only followed Simon’s lead, he was sure of that, but it dawned on him now how his innocently meant suggestion to watch a movie could have been misconstrued, and that made him feel even colder. “Nothing for you to apologise for. I – I’m sorry, if I did anything to pressure you—”
Simon shook his head sharply, but without removing his hands from his face. “You didn’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. I wanted—” Simon took a choking breath, then exhaled slowly through his mouth, visibly trying to calm himself. The relief Wille felt at Simon’s reassurance was short-lived against the way his heart was breaking for Simon and how utterly powerless it made him feel.
“I want to be with you,” Simon said, his voice so quiet it was barely audible. “I really do. I thought I could. But I… I think I still need more time.”
A familiar anger at Simon’s ex flared in Wille’s gut. He hated that man so much for hurting Simon so badly that he wasn’t able to take what he wanted, that his own reactions betrayed him. But now was not the time to engage in bloody fantasies of tearing Marcus apart limb by miserable limb. Now was about making Simon feel safe.
“We have all the time in the world,” Wille murmured.
Simon shook his head again. “It’s not fair. It’s not fair to ask you to wait when I don’t know how long… or if ever… This isn’t your responsibility.”
“I’m not waiting, though,” Wille said as gently as he could. He desperately needed Simon to understand that he’d never want anything more than what Simon was comfortable giving, but he didn’t want to push too hard. “You don’t owe me anything. You’ll never owe me anything. If I can be your friend, then I’m exactly where I want to be.”
Simon didn’t reply, didn’t look at Wille, but as Wille watched him, his shoulders seemed to relax a little, his breaths coming a bit more naturally. As much as Wille’s hands were itching to stroke Simon’s back, to soothe him any way he could, he knew he needed to give him space.
“I could make us some hot chocolate, if you want?” he offered after a moment. It would give Simon privacy to compose himself while allowing Wille to stay close if Simon needed him. And he knew Simon loved hot chocolate.
Simon nodded, but when Wille stood up, he barely had a chance to take a single step towards the kitchen before he felt Simon’s finger’s grip the edge of his sleeve.
“Wait.” Simon looked at him for the first time, his beautiful eyes red-rimmed and vulnerable but so trusting it made Wille’s breath catch. “Can you just… hold me first?”
And that was everything. Knowing that Simon trusted him enough to ask for what he needed, that he looked to Wille for comfort and safety. All Wille wanted was to be deserving of that trust.
“Of course.” He sat back down, close to Simon now, and opened his arms.
For day 1 of the @youngroyals-events drabble challenge.
Winter? More like lose-ter, Simon thinks to himself with a heh and a tiny chuckle, zipping up his coat.
His amusement is short-lived, because five seconds later, he steps outside and fuuuuuuuuuuuck it’s freezing.
His balls are going to freeze off.
Burying his face in his scarf, Simon rushes down the icy street with a singular destination in mind. There’s only one cure for this bone-deep, frigid kind of cold.
He makes it in record time.
The door is barely open before Simon is buried in a blissfully warm chest.
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