hi! how about 21. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” and wilmon for a drabble? 💜
Hi! Thanks for sending me a number from this list! I had lots of fun writing it. (Still taking prompts). It... got out of hand (and is continued under the cut - rated G, 987 words).
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The rain thundered on the top of the car, wipers working overtime to try to clear the windscreen. It was futile. Water covered the window like a sheet and it was almost impossible to see through except for the brief moments where lightning flashed across the dark sky and illuminated the whole road all the way to the horizon.
That was exactly why they’d stopped, Wille stating that he wanted the storm to subside a bit before they continued on to their destination. It was a decision that Simon thought was sensible, even though he really wished they could just be there by now.
Especially because Wille had just said the most ludicrous thing Simon had ever heard, and he just needed to make sure that he’d heard properly over the incessant drumming overhead.
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
“Yeah,” Wille confirmed, still looking at him with a fierce expression on his face, as if the previous moment they hadn’t been discussing how difficult it would be to find the key to the cabin in this weather.
“But… why?”
The fierceness slipped a little and Wille looked slightly unsure. “Because… I dunno. I just— It was always one of those things, you know? When we were kids. If it was ever raining, we always had hordes of people carting us from place to place and making sure we didn’t get wet. Can’t have a soggy prince.”
Wille’s laugh was almost uncertain, and he hastily followed it up with, “I don’t know. It sounds stupid when I say it out loud.”
“We’ll get wet,” Simon pointed out. Simon hated being wet. Why would they go out and get drenched when they could stay in the car until the rain passed and remain dry. And mostly warm. And not have to sit in damp clothes for the whole remainder of the drive. Which, according to the map, was still over an hour. That was a long time to be soggy.
“I know,” Wille said. “I— That’s kind of the point.”
“The point is to get wet?”
“Yeah. I— Remember the tattoo thing?”
Of course Simon remembered the tattoo thing. He’d caught Wille drawing a heart on his hand a few weeks earlier, and when he’d admitted it was to remind him of the one that Simon had drawn there, Simon’s heart almost melted.
“And the hair thing?”
Simon looked up at Wille’s hair. It had only been six weeks since he’d told his mother that he wanted to step out of the line of succession, but in that time his hair had grown enough that he now often had to sweep it off his forehead. It reminded Simon so painfully of the Wille that he met almost a year earlier that his whole chest constricted every time he saw it.
“Yeah?”
“Well… it’s kind of like that. We had all these expectations on us. And most were small, and inconsequential. But I always remembered looking at the other kids jumping in puddles and—“
“You’ve never jumped in a puddle?”
Wille shook his head. “No,” he said. “When would I have ever—“
Seized by an intense need to right one of the wrongs done to Wille in his childhood, Simon determinedly lifted his hood over his head and put his hand on the door handle.
“Wait!” Wille grabbed at Simon’s sleeve. “We don’t have to. It was just—“
Simon reached out and gripped Wille’s cheeks, hauling him in for a fierce kiss. “I want to,” he said when he let go. “I want you to be able to feel the rain.”
And without stopping to let Wille blink the dazedness out of his eyes, he pushed open the door and stepped out into the deluge.
A high-pitched screech behind him told him that Wille had done the same. Simon turned and could barely see through the darkness and the pouring rain. Wille let out a euphoric yelp and Simon saw him splashing his way over.
“It’s so wet!” Simon yelled over the cacophony. A clap of thunder joined the noise and Simon saw Wille flinch.
Simon giggled and grabbed Wille’s hand. It was very cold and very wet. Simon’s hoodie was already stuck to his shoulders, hanging heavy with the amount of water it had absorbed, and his hair was plastered to his forehead, curls dripping into his eyes and making it difficult to see.
“Come on!” Simon screamed and dragged Wille to the side of the road where there were several huge puddles. It wasn’t like they could get much wetter. And it was worth it if Wille felt even a little bit like he’d reclaimed something. “One, two, three!”
With simultaneous yelps of glee, they both jumped and landed ankle deep in the puddles, shoes completely flooded with the cold water. It was a detestable sensation, but, for once, Simon couldn’t care less. Beside him, Wille was jumping up and down, waves of water lapping the sides of the puddle and rushing back just as Wille’s feet landed again and again.
“We’re so wet!” Simon repeated with a laugh.
“I know!”
Wille grabbed Simon’s hands again and whirled them around, feet splashing in the puddle and getting Simon’s jeans wet all the way up to his thighs. It didn’t matter though, the rain had almost soaked them through already.
After a few rotations, and them laughing and shouting and clinging on together, Wille stopped them turning and pulled Simon in. Their chests crashed together and Simon looked up into Wille’s face, rainwater running from the tips of his hair, over his cheeks and dripping off his chin.
“I love you,” Wille murmured.
Simon only just managed to get out, “I love you too,” when Wille’s lips had covered his own. They were cold and he tasted of rain.
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Thank you so much for the ask💜
Let's see if I manage to come up with three more random or maybe not random facts about myself.
1. I had bilberries with my breakfast today.
2. After watching Indiana Jones as a kid I wanted to be an archeologist.
3. I have moved seven times in my life, once to a whole different country.
right, you said distraction. i love learning about people’s favourites, so: what is/are the fic(s) that live rent free in your head? no overthinking, just the fic(s) that immediately come to your mind when someone asks what you’ve loved to read?
and which are your comfort fics? the ones you go back to when you aren’t having a good day and need some cheering up?
Okay. No overthinking is a bold thing to say to me. I have spreadsheets that could answer this for me, but the way you've phrased this makes me feel like that's cheating 😂 (I am going to go and search for links though, because these fics deserve to be read!).
The first one that comes to mind is Call Me Up Late @royalwilmon. It was one of the first fics I read and I've been back to reread it too, which is unusual for me.
I remember the first time I read I love the way you lie @iwouldnevergetintofanfic being like 'damn, I love the way this author writes' (and now I feel particularly smushy about that because Jo has become one of my best friends in the world 💜).
I loved reading Ivy @unfortunate17. The vibes were so good and the angst (as ever with Safaa) was so good.
This is cheating a bit, but Nic's @stretchoutfics fic that isn't out yet is living rent free in my head. It's like all my favourite genres bundled into one and it's like she's written it just for me.
Comfort fics is a bit easier. One comfort fic is kyss mig med dina rösa läppar @skibasyndrome. It's beautiful and adorable and just the right length to let me read it in one go whilst still being able to drown myself in the world. Another that ticks those same boxes is esa boquita roja @grapehyasynth.
If I've got a little more time, or want to read over a few days, I'll usually pick one of Jo's: Share Your Address, Fuck The Monarchy, My Bad, Vegas, Baby!
Play my song @ishotforthestars is another comfort fic. And joy that lights the fire @phneltwrites.
There are so many more that I'll have forgotten though!
feels like i just have to ask about library guy! also would you maybe want to tell about fantasy 👀
Hello!
I answered about Library Guy here (unfortunately no one is a librarian, I'd have to leave that to you anyway 😉).
But fantasy! This is the one I was yelling at you about. I have very little written and only a very vague idea of how it would go. But I had this idea of Simon (as a kid maybe?) stumbling across another kid his age who is somehow from another world. I had very few ideas about how Wille's world might work, just that he was royalty, and had accidentally somehow managed to get to Simon's world.
I thought it would probably be temporary (somehow – very handwavy at the moment). But maybe they meet again? Maybe I could do my favourite of having time jump and them meeting through the years? Or maybe they go on some big adventure together? Or maybe Simon goes to Wille's world? Or... You get the idea. Nothing is set in stone yet.
But here's the first little bit! (I find it much easier to start planning things once I have some actual words written down. Then I can go back and change them if I need to, but at least they're there).
“Fuck.”
Simon fumbled on the dark ground to try and grab for his torch again.
“Fuck fuck fuck.”
Dropping down to his knees, he swung his arms back and forth, running them along the rough, rocky ground until—
“Aha!” His fingers closed around cold plastic and, a second later, cool light spilled out in front of him, reflecting off the cave walls and back onto his face. The light made the walls look craggier than they were in real life, made the shadows darker, the crevices appear deeper. But it also meant he could see where the fuck he was putting his feet. So. That was a big pro.
🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
I answered this one here.
📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?
Theoretically - yeah. Amazing. Someone pay me for the thing I already spend so much of my time doing. In practice - absolutely not. I write fanfic because the bit I find hardest about writing is the world building and the characters. And in fanfic we have that ready done for us. We can rely on people’s assumptions about the world that they’re in and their interactions with each other, and I rely on that to make things work.
I’d love to be able to imagine a wonderful rich world and interesting and compelling characters and weave a wonderful story. But in all honesty, I think my skills start and end with making two idiots we already know fall in love over and over again in vaguely different scenarios.
🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?
Who is surprised that I have data for this? I have written from Simon’s POV almost 50% more than I have written from Wille’s. Word count wise I’m not sure, that’s just in actual fics. I like writing Simon as snarky and quick and gooey in the middle. Wille I tend to find a bit more difficult to pin down (although he might be my preferred character in general - I change my mind constantly). But I do like writing them both. I tend to just write from whoever’s POV makes the story I’m trying to tell the most interesting. Currently writing Simon, so maybe I’m a little biased at the moment too ☺️
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Thanks for the ask!
Every time I get one of these my brain goes static and I cease to exist as a person. I am… me? Who is… me?
I hate summer and the heat. I am currently perpetually grumpy. Sorry to everyone who’s having to hear about it. I’m more tolerable sub 20 degrees.
I have lived in three of the four corners of England (last one soon maybe?)
I love the ocean and hope to live near it again some day (again… soon maybe??)
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Hi! Thanks for the ask! Sorry I've left this festering for so long. I always just feel so boring and can't think of anything 😅
I have a grade 8 in ballet
I have 9 piercings, all of which I've had done in the last 3 years
Last year I left the country for the first time in 10 years. And then did it again three more times. For the same people 💜
