Wilmon Oneshots // young royals

sick day, which led to...

⚠️TW? mention of puke (yuck)⚠️  (also hint of smut, a HINT.)

Wilhelms POV:

I lightly knocked on Simons door, standing there awkwardly and fiddling with my pockets of my coat. Suddenly; the door opens. "Hi Wilhelm, Simon is in his room." Linda greeted me, I gave her a quick 'thank you' and made my way to his room.

"Simme?" I whispered quietly, seeing a bucket next to his bed, and tissues around his room. I heard quiet sniffles, and a small cough. "Simon, are you alright?" I asked, kicking my shoes off, and taking my coat off, placing it on the chair. I walked towards his bed, he was hidden under the covers. I took the covers off of him, and he looked like he had been crying.

His eyes were puffy and red, and his dark curls were all tangled. "Oh, Simon.. Why didnt you tell me? I wouldve been here sooner..." I said, stroking his cheek with my thumb. "I--.. I didnt wanna worry you.. You already have enough going on and I didnt wanna make it worse." He replied, I put my hand up to his forehead; it was burning.

"Simme, does Linda know?" I asked, I dont think she did since she didnt tell me. He shook his head, and I sighed. "I'll get you a wet cloth, what are you wearing?" I asked, picking up the bin that was full of puke, I didnt dare to even look at it. "Just sweatpants.." He said, his voice all raspy. "I'll get you a pair of shorts, okay?" He nodded, and I smiled.

I stood up, and walked towards the bathroom, washing out the puke in the bin. I wanted to puke at the sight of it, and I felt bad for thinking that. After the bin was clean, I got a facecloth, turning on the cold water tap, and wetting it.

I walked out, and Simon was already asleep again, snuggled in his warm blanket. I smiled at the sight, and grabbed a pair of shorts from his wardrobe. They seemed comfy enough. I didnt want to wake him up, but I had to. Before I did, I placed the now-clean bin next to his bed, where it was before, and put the wet cloth on his nightstand. I shook his arm gently, and he groaned.

"Simon, come on, you have to put your shorts on." He yawned, and sat up, still sweaty. "Can you do it for me?" He asked, as if it was a normal thing we did everyday. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Please?.. Im tired.." He whined, and I couldnt say no, could I? I sighed, and then smiled. "Alright, erm.. I'll just wet your forehead first, okay?" He nodded, and I grabbed the wet cloth, dabbing it gently on his forehead.

I layed it on his forehead, making sure its not blocking his view. I pulled the blanket off of him, and looked at him, making sure I was allowed to change him. Once again, he nodded.

I pulled his pants down, and tried my best to keep my eyes away. We havent had sex yet, so this was quite awkward. I grabbed his shorts, and slid one of his legs into the leg hole, and slid the next one in quickly after. I sat there, crossing my legs. He sat up again, also crossing his legs. "Anything else you want?" I asked, smiling and holding his hands. "Mhm.. can we cuddle?.." He asked, embarrassed of what happened earlier. "Of course, want a drink before we do?" I asked, being the amazing boyfriend I am.

"No, I just want you to hold me..." He admitted, and I nodded. He layed down, and climbed in beside him. "If you feel like getting sick, just tell me, okay?" "Okay." He smiled, and I kissed his forehead.

He nuzzled his head into my chest, and I played with his curly hair. "Oh, I forgot, you need medicine--" "No Wille.. Please, I just want to lay down." He complained, and I sighed, "Fine, but youre getting it later."

It was silent for a couple minutes after that, until he spoke; "Thank you.. for helping me... and for everything else youve done for me." He said, and I smiled. "Its no bother Simme, whatever makes you happy."

"...I love you." I froze, I didnt know what to say, we've never said it to eachother, so it was kind of a shock. "I love you too." I smiled, and he looked into my eyes. He glanced at my lips, and back up at my eyes, so quickly that if I blinked, I wouldnt even be able to notice it. I pecked his lips, but obviously that wasnt enough for him, or me. He pulled me back in for another kiss, except this one was longer, and passionate. I licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, and he gladly accepted. My tongue explored his mouth, and I felt him smile into the kiss.

I placed my hand on his bare hip, climbing on top of him. He moaned quietly, and I pulled away so we could-- well breathe. I took my t-shirt off, so my chest was bare, and I saw him glance at my chest. I smiled, and climbed back on top of him, kissing him again and sliding my tongue into his mouth.

I unzipped my jeans, so all I was wearing was my boxers. The blanket was still on our lower half, so nobody could see what was happening underneath. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" I asked, stroking his cheek. "Im sure." He smiled, grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me in again. He moaned softly, a little louder than the last one.

"Boys, would you like something to--" Linda came in. Great timing. I quickly jumped off Simon, and we both gasped. Simon covered his face in embarrassment. "--Oh. Well um.. I shall be going now.. Just come into the kitchen if youre hungry." She said, awkwardly, as she walked away.

My mouth hung open, and I looked at Simon, who had the same expression. We both started laughing, and I dug my head into his bare chest. "Oh my god.. Im never gonna be able to look at her again." I groaned, and Simon placed his hand on my head. "What do you mean?! Shes my mother! Im gonna die." He said, and I smiled, laying down next to him, looking at him lovingly. I rested my head on the palm of my hand, and he put his hand under his cheek. "Maybe, we should wait until we have proper privacy, when nobody is home." He suggested, and I nodded. "And when you dont taste like vomit." I teased, his mouth dropped, and I chuckled.

"Excuse me?! I cant control what I taste like!--" "Simonnnn, I was kidding, you taste nice for someone whose been puking all day." I joked, and he rolled his eyes. I kissed him softly, and rested my forehead on his, which was no longer sweaty, more cold because of the wet face cloth. "Come on, lets go to sleep, Im tired." He whined. "Okay, okay."

We layed down again, and he turned around, so I could spoon him. I placed my hand around him, and dug my head into his shoulder, and softly kissed his neck. "Goodnight, Wille." "Goodnight Simme."

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wow. 🤭 was gonna make smut then realised i had no clue how to write it, so thanks Linda 😚😚

anyways, what did you think of season2? i think we need season 3, what happened to august?? i hope he gets what he deserves. ✌️

any ideas for next chapter? :) i just made this quick since i havent actually uploaded a proper oneshot in a while. 🫂

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