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may 16: friends
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Wille never had many friends growing up. He had brief encounters with kids his age and acquaintances throughout school. But as he got older, he realized they never cared about him. They only cared about the prince.
And then he got to Hillerska. His peers still weren't great, but he finally felt part of a community.
And then he met Simon, and he finally felt loved. Cared and protected.
And then Felice, once ill-intentioned, now blossoming into the best friend he's ever had.
And then Sara, the last piece of their tight-knit quartet.
He has friends. He has a family.
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may 15: fashion/style
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"Okay, how about this one?" Felice holds up a long, glittery pink dress. Studentbalen is next week, and they've both forgotten to plan their outfits.
"That one's really pretty," Wille smiles.
She huffs, "You've said that about all of them."
"They're all really pretty."
She purses her lips and thinks for a moment. "What are you and Simon wearing?"
"Uh...black?"
Felice smiles, rolling her eyes, "Right. What about Sara?"
"Red, I think."
Her face lights up, "Oh, yeah!" She digs around her closet and pulls out a red dress, nail polish, and matching fake flowers. "We can all match."
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may 14: mental health
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Wille isn't at school today.
Quiet whispers and sad smiles fill the halls. And, against all logic, Simon somehow feels guilty.
are you okay?
His texts are left unanswered, unread.
Afterwards, he walks the few blocks down to Wille's studio apartment. Takes out his spare key and opens the door. Sits down on Wille's bed and rubs his back.
"I'm sorry," Simon whispers.
"Not your fault."
He crawls next to Wille, holding him to his chest.
"It's been a year," Wille finally says, and holds up a small torn picture, messily taped back together. "Since Erik."
Simon kisses Wille's head.
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may 13: lake
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"Oh, fuck!" Felice screeches.
Wille laughs, but is immediately interrupted by Simon jumping on his back, sending his chest careening into the cold water. "Why the fuck is it so cold?"
Simon shivers behind him, "This was a really bad idea." Wille shrugs and drops Simon next to him, who splashes in retaliation. "Fuck you!"
"Guys, I'm serious, I think I might die out here." Felice looks up at Sara, still standing at the bank, "Sara, come in!"
"No," she yells back. "I'm fine!"
Wille snorts and falls back into the freezing water, dragging Simon and Felice along with him.
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may 12: social media
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Wille is banned from logging into his official Instagram account. So, he does what any teenager with controlling parents does: creates an alt.
He's not a prince anymore, so he posts about his life and activities without a care in the world. Pictures during pride, selfies with his friends, love confessions to his boyfriend. It's a part of teenagehood he never realized he was missing out on.
People follow him, of course. Lots of people. But for once, he doesn't mind it. People treat him like a real human being rather than a spectacle.
The world recognizes him as himself.
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may 11: future
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Simon huffs at his songbook as he remembers what Wille asked him earlier that day.
"Who will we be in the future?"
The sun was hitting his face so perfectly, his light brown eyes turning a beautiful honey gold. The question had meant to be innocent, but instead...
Simon taps his pencil against the paper.
He doesn't know, is the thing.
He wants Wille. Of course he does. He always has.
But what does he want with Wille?
He wants to be out of the public eye, for once. A quaint, quiet, domestic life, writing soft songs and waxing poetic.
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may 10: secret
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Wille still can't believe how great it feels to not have to be secretive anymore.
At their new school, people still stare. More so, now — of course they do. But regardless, he feels so free. So normal.
It's even better than Hillerska. Sure, he doesn't have the same safety or peers, but it's still good. And now that he's abdicated, he can be himself. Maybe he doesn't totally fit in — maybe he'll never fit in, not with where he came from — but he has Simon, and Felice, and Sara by his side through it all. And that's more than enough.
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may 9: riding
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It's been too long since he's been in a stable.
Wille smiles as he walks past each horse. They're at a trail ride ranch, much to Simon and Felice's dismay, but neither of them could say no to Wille's request.
"You like horses, right?" Wille watches the girl behind him, running her hand over each nameplate.
"Yes," Sara murmurs. "But it's been...a while." She sniffs, frowning up at him. "I'm ready, though."
He smiles gently, "It's been a few years for me. Maybe you can help me out."
"Really?"
"Simon and Felice will need more help, though."
She laughs.
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may 8: wedding/engagement
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He's drunk when he says it. "I want to marry you."
Simon raises an eyebrow, "What?"
Wille giggles and leans down, wrapping his arms around Simon's shoulders, "One day. Or maybe we can just elope."
The music is loud, but Simon hears all of it so clearly. "What, are you trying to propose to me?"
"Mm. No. Not yet. You deserve a ring," he sighs. "I just love you so much. You're my favorite person."
Simon smiles and laughs lightly, "I love you too."
"Will you marry me?"
"I thought you weren't proposing."
"No. But one day?"
"Of course, Wille."
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YOUNG ROYALS 3.03
Wille's Month 2024 - prompt: baking @youngroyals-events
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Should I break up with my roommate? We’re not dating or anything but the friendship is getting a little homoerotic and I’m scared of intimacy
Get more homoerotic
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may 7: erik
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"Is it bad that I still miss Erik?" Wille asks one night, tucked into Simon's side.
"What? Of course not," Simon responds, brushing a strand of hair behind Wille's ear.
"But he— I mean," he shrugs, picking at his fingers. "What if he wasn't..."
"He's your brother," Simon takes his hands, rubbing softly at the callouses. "And he didn't know. It's okay to love him. And it's okay to be hurt, too."
Wille presses his forehead into Simon's neck, "I just want to talk to him, at least one more time."
"I know, mi amor."
"It's not fair."
"It's not."
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may 6: video games
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"Do not—"
Wille cackles as he lifts the game controller above his head. "It's mine!"
"Asshole," Simon mutters and kneels on the beanbag, grabbing at Wille. "You're cheating."
Wille snorts and presses his free hand to Simon's waist when he straddles him. "And you're not?"
Simon pouts down at him as Wille stretches his arm even further. The game over music from the screen behind them starts playing, long forgotten.
"I'm fighting back," Simon grins and trails his fingers down Wille's jaw, "It's fun." And with that, he smiles into a messy kiss.
He'll get the controller back soon enough.
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may 5: cooking/baking
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"Wille..."
"Yeah?"
"...Come over here," Simon calls from the kitchen.
Wille walks in, and his face immediately crumples. "Fuck. Is that—"
"It's supposed to be a cake," Simon puts a hand on his hip and places the the charred burnt-yet-gooey mess down. "I love you, but how the hell did this even happen?"
"I swear, I thought I followed the instructions," Wille takes a toothpick and pokes at the black monstrosity. The crispy outside breaks, and the insides ooze out.
"At least we learned something today," Simon leans into Wille's side, "Never let you bake." He kisses Wille's shoulder, laughing.
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“Their thing on the campaign trail a million years ago was brief; doomed from the start, both convinced they were the smartest person in any rooms; they love the idea of them together as if they’re modern-day Kennedys.”
I honestly can’t get over noralex i mean they look so good together, ofc in the pre-henry sense, i understand how the press can’t let them go. I imagine their relationship as teens would be like alex being a big whiny baby to nora whenever he feels tired and nora would want to snap him out of it but gives in anyway bc alex would pout and stare at her with his big brown eyes, nora would be like “oh come here, alejandro”. And alex would go all protective on nora and would fight anyone who touches her, he would carry her on his back when her feet become sore from the heels she’s wearing and would give her his jacket all the time. Their every attempt of a sweet conversation would unintentionally turn into a debate or the ever present mentions of law and statistics. And at the end of the day they would realize that they love each other as platonic best friends.
The lovers to best friends trope i needed in my life. Not at all common but so so special ❤️
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I’m definitely not feeling normal about long hair dad alex with glasses 🫠🫠🫠
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may 4: revolution
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"Can you sing me your song?" Wille asks one day, poking at Simon's keyboard.
Simon smiles, "Which one?"
"The...Revolution one," he asks quietly, looking up at his boyfriend and blushing.
Simon tilts his head and scoots next to Wille, tapping along a short melody, "You like that song?"
"Of course I do," Wille nudges Simon's shoulder, "It was nice. And I'm sorry about...everything."
"Yeah," Simon shrugs and carries the keyboard to his bed. He pulls Wille down with him, leans against his chest, and holds the keyboard in his lap. He presses the keys.
"Just let it slide..."
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