Fics like futile devices

Sweet, lovely, persuasive little thing. Wilhelm felt intoxicated every time he so much as thought of him. His mouth ached with the need to say Simon’s name, his lips burned with the memories, and his heart twisted with a tenderness that made him feel almost fragile. He could only pray it was a temporary madness that would fade with time, because he knew too well that nothing could come of it, not really. Still, he was certain he'd never felt this way before. And he was careful in his assessment, too: he’d always rolled his eyes at the characters on TV shows who whispered, lovesick and doe-eyed, “I have never felt this way about anyone ever.” Wilhelm is caught in a consuming infatuation with someone who can never truly be his. Struggling to reconcile his feelings, he tries to ignore the longing, but it lingers, a constant ache beneath the surface. Meanwhile, Simon is overwhelmed by the burdens of his work and the unresolved ghosts of his past, leaving little room for anything else. As he navigates his tangled emotions, love seems like the last thing on his mind — until, perhaps, it isn’t.

Fics like futile devices

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