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skibasyndrome · 2 days

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All this shit is new to me (3/?)

“Because if you’re not honest about this, you might end up getting hurt. Or you might hurt him.” And that last part stuns Wille into silence for a moment. Right, if Simon wants something else than him, that very much might cause him some pain. “You think I could hurt him?” he doesn’t like how quiet his voice has become. “I think you could hurt each other,” Felice says instead of answering the question. She puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. “But you not replying might not be sending the best message, that much I can say.” Or: Wille is moping and doesn't know how to reach out to Simon again. Until he does. An interesting conversation ensues.

(rated E, 9.1 k words, 24.1 k in total)

Read on AO3 or start from the beginning

I am soooo sorry that this update took so long. Life (namely trying to get my degree) got in the way and then it seemed easier to write a drabble here and there. But here we are finally!

Once again I wanna thank Michelle @pagegirlintraining for her beta-ing, her excitement, her vibe-checking if my characters behave like humans and the massive amounts of encouragement 💜💜💜

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! And I hope I can make up for the last chapter with this one, haha <3

#wilmon #wilmon fanfic #wilmon fanfiction #yr fanfic #young royals fanfiction #young royals #yr #my fanfic

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omar-rudeberg · 23 days

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does it feel alright to not know me? by disruptedthesky / @omar-rudeberg

Rating: Various (see below)

Summary:

Wille’s Month 2024 drabbles / ficlets. Sweet, spicy, tender, feisty.

Read on AO3: Day 1. Sandwich (T / 400 words)

I'll update daily on this post so like or save for later! // @youngroyals-events

#young royals #willemonth2024 #young royals fanfiction #yr fanfic #wilmon #wilmon fanfic #wilhelm x simon #disruptedthesky #i'm trying my hardest to make this happen the whole month folks but we'll see how it goes !!

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hergrandplan · 23 days

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Wille Month 2024 (@youngroyals-events), Day 1: Sandwich

These days, their love lies in the simple things – going to bed a bit earlier than they have to, just so they can cuddle, Wille’s home in his arms, right where he belongs. It is laughing over coffee, delaying heading to work for as long as they possibly can because they don’t want to miss a single moment with each other. Saturday afternoon cleaning sessions, interrupted by stolen kisses, and late-night reruns of their favorite shows.

The grand gestures are things they have left behind in the days of their youth – they don’t need the big declarations anymore, school anthems rewritten and thrones abdicated. There is no need for it, when love lingers in every single touch.

It’s in the quiet moments, the whispered ‘I love yous’, that Wille feels his heart almost combust with overflowing love.

And today, it’s in Simon showing up to his work unannounced. It’s almost scary, the way Simon knows exactly what Wille needs even when he hasn’t said a thing.

Wille’s morning consists of an endless string of meetings, each more awful than the last. It doesn’t help that his boss is away this week, having handed all his unfinished tasks for Wille to deal with, as if Wille doesn’t have enough to do already. It fills his stomach with dread, the amount of unanswered e-mails in his inbox that he has to do something with, even if he has no idea what.

By 11 am, Wille is drained, and has no idea how he’ll get through the next 6 hours. On top of that, there’s a message from Simon on his phone sent about an hour ago that he hasn’t even opened yet.

A few minutes past noon, there’s a soft knock on his door.

Wille has no time to deal with any of his colleagues right now – barely has time to think, but he says “come in” anyways, because maybe it’s urgent. Everything always feels urgent, somehow.

But instead of Myriam from accounting asking a question about the budget, or Ron coming in with more reports he has to sign off on, it’s Simon, the love of his life, standing in the doorway to his office. Smiling and curls tousled by the wind.

Relief floods through his body immediately – even just seeing him is enough to ease the pressure on his chest a bit.

Simon makes his way over to Wille and wraps his arms around him, nudging his chin up to kiss him, soft and tender. Wille clutches the fabric of his shirt tight, pressing his face against Simon’s sternum, but it isn’t until Simon places a kiss to the crown on his head that Wille feels like he can actually breathe again.

“Hey,” Simon says then. Wille hears the smile in his voice, feels how Simon’s arms tighten around him just a little, the press of his chin on his head. They hold each other like that – Wille, sat on his desk chair, Simon standing upright – for a few minutes, until Simon moves away a little so he can look at Wille. He places his hand on Wille’s cheek, and Wille leans into his touch immediately. He takes another deep breath.

“What are you doing here?” Wille asks, now gazing up at Simon. And he’s so beautiful, Wille still doesn’t know how he ever got this lucky.

Simon pulls away a bit, but keeps one arm wrapped around Wille’s frame while his other reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a tiny parcel, wrapped in a purple napkin.

“I figured, since you didn’t answer my texts, that you were either busy or stressed, and that you probably figured you didn’t have time for lunch, and so – I brought you lunch.”

Simon sits down on his lap as Wille takes the package from him and unwraps it to find a sandwich. Wille can’t help but chuckle as he takes a grateful bite. Simon knows him well – Wille hadn’t even thought about lunch yet, let alone if he was going to have it or not. He lets out a satisfied sigh at the taste of hummus and cucumber and cheese, with a little bit of hot sauce – just how Wille likes it.

The sandwich isn’t quite a surprise. Sandwiches are quick and easy, especially when the man you love has gone out of his way to give it to you because he knows you wouldn’t have eaten anything otherwise. But it’s also a small declaration of his love for Wille, an I care about you. By not answering his texts, Simon somehow figured out that Wille needed him, and here he was now, fingers playing with his hair as Wille enjoys this rare moment of peace and quiet in the middle of a busy work day.

“I love you,” Wille says, once he’s finished the sandwich.

“You better, I saved you from starvation,” Simon responds, smirking. Then his smile softens, and he presses his lips against Wille’s forehead. “I love you too.”

Wille lays his head on Simon’s shoulder again, brings his arms up to hold him, just for one moment longer until Simon has to go. At least his thoughts have quieted now, and even his mailbox doesn’t seem as daunting. He’s not sure if it’s the food or the simply Simon’s presence, but that doesn’t really matter.

Simon stays just a bit longer than necessary, just until Wille manages to clean up his inbox and knows that he’ll make it through the day without a panic attack. When he leaves, he takes a cookie out of his pocket and puts it on Wille’s desk. “For when you get peckish at 4,” he says.

And then, with one last final kiss goodbye, he’s out the door again.

Will doesn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

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gulliblelemon · 7 months

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Young Royals Fic Recommendations 2

I have been reading even more fan fiction recently so I thought I'd do another (even longer) favourites list. My first one is here if you're interested! Some are newer fics, but some are also from a while ago that I've only just got round to reading (I have a bit of a chaotic system - sorry!)

(I’ve included tumblr usernames if I know them, someone let me know if I’ve missed any and I'll add them in).

obviously by grapehyasynth @grapehyasynth 124k words. Complete. Rating: M Normal People AU. Wille and Simon meet at school and start a secret relationship. The story follows their lives as they change and grow and meet again.

The road not taken looks real good now by stretchoutandwait @stretchoutfics 90k words. Complete. Rating: E Twenty two years after season 1, King Wilhelm has a wife and three kids and doesn't expect to see Simon again - until he does. (Honourable mention to Ex by the same author).

Protected by bastuba 44k words. Complete. Rated: M Wille has moved to New York for Uni. Simon is assigned as his new bodyguard. (The story has been expanded in one shots, my favourite of which is Interview).

Fuck The Monarchy by itsme_hi_imtheproblem @iwouldnevergetintofanfic 68k words. Complete. Rating: E Simon and Wille meet when they both intern at the Riksdag. (Honourable mention to I love the way you lie by the same author).

Almost Is Never Enough by this_time_its_just_me @in-amor-veritas 138k words. WIP. Rating: E Non-royal AU. Simon meets Wille again years after school when he starts a job at Wille's place of work. (Honourable mention to We Left Footprints When We Passed By by the same author).

you can stay by origamifrogs @princewillesothermom 23k words. Complete. Rating: E. Non-royal AU. Wille and Simon shared a childhood treehouse. Snapshots of their lives together.

No Tomorrow by p_brown @p-brown-writes 31k words. Complete. Rating: M Wille loses his memory of his and Simon's break up. Simon is called to help him remember the last few years.

Can We Just Pretend? by scissorsandstone 9k words. Complete. Rating: E Simon POV for the curtains scene in S2E5 (Simon is more conflicted than in canon).

Better With You by Spidaya @simons-purplehoodie 52k words. Complete. Rating: M Non-royal AU. Simon works as Wille's assistant at a music production company.

You Are Unbreaking by unfortunate17 @unfortunate17 38k words. Complete. Rating: E Medieval AU where Simon marries Wille in the hope of assassinating him. (Honourable mention to Stairway To Heaven by the same author)

Ace Of Hearts by Whiterabbit11 14k words. Complete. Rating: G Outsider POV vignettes of Wilmon through their Hillerska years.

perhaps more by willesworld @willesworld 28k words. Complete. Rating: T Non-royal AU. Wilhelm and Simon meet at an intensive summer program for aspiring writers.

i will, tonight by witchjeons @pleuvian 27k words. Complete. Rating: E Simon and Wilhelm meet in an antique store.

like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky 1.5k words. Complete. Rating: G Young Simon is infatuated with Young Prince Wilhelm on the TV. (Also has a lovely sequel).

finding home by Elin98 @ishotforthestars 19k words. WIP. Rating: G Prince Wilhelm disappears. Simon is trying to get on with his life.

I would drive on (to the end with you) by ceramicclown (@glassdollls) 90k words. WIP 11/15 chapters. Not rated. Non-royal AU. Simon and Wille meet at Hillerska, Simon offers to drive Wilhelm when his car breaks. They strike a deal to pretend to date.

#yr fic rec #young royals fic rec #yr fanfic #young royals fanfic #yr fanfiction #young royals fanfiction #young royals #young royals fanfic rec #lemon recommends

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sadhappylady · 16 days

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Wille's month day 8 - Wedding/Engagement - A fic rec list

@youngroyals-events

His Royal Fucking Highness (the whole series) by @notalotgoingonatthisinstant

The story of how our very best Simon Eriksson turns into His Royal Fucking Highness Prince Simon. Royal engagement and wedding and everything.

Drop It Like It's Hot by @the-amber-fox

Simon tries to propose and chaos ensues.

one hundred and seventeen by thatgayprince @prince-simon

Wille celebrates his birthday in Vegas, courtesy of Maddie, where he runs into Lady Gaga's background dancer.

it’s a little too late for us by @in-amor-veritas This_time_its_just_me

Spring arrives, and it's time for the Royal Wedding, the celebration of a new era. (A glimpse into a future where Simon agreed to be a secret and Wilhelm never changed the speech.)

(And then you should read the sequel to (eventually) get your happy ending.)

summer of love by embracedthevoid @ungaroyals

Wille returns home with his fiancé Marion to have the greatest engagement party ever. A roller-coaster of emotions later, love is secured.

Vegas, Baby! by itsme_hi_imtheproblem @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

Wilhelm, crown prince of Sweden, wakes up in Las Vegas with one of the worst hangovers of his life. He can't remember much from last night and he's not even sure who the stranger buried under the covers next to him is.

Please add on any recs you got 🥰

#willemonth2024 #young royals fanfiction #young royals fanfic #yr fanfiction #yr fic rec #yr fic rec list #wedding #engagement

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willesgaywrath · 11 months

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Simon can’t believe, sometimes, that he gets to have this—university, an internship he actually likes in the music industry, friends close enough to visit between work and school. (Close enough to make it to Wille’s birthday dinner tonight and insist on singing to him in the restaurant, much to his lighthearted embarrassment.)

Simon can’t believe he gets moments like these, like snapshot flashes of clarity, that make him so fucking grateful that he held on to this, that they put up a fight, that they made it. Even though things have been tumultuous between Wille and his family since he’d abdicated, Wille’s just turned 20 in spite of it, has rebuilt a life he’s proud of.

(And Simon’s so proud of him.)

It’s quiet dawns under the covers where Simon looks at Wille sleeping and just keeps falling and falling and falling. It’s the way Wille makes coffee every morning because he claims he does it better, but really, Simon knows it’s because he likes to be helpful.

It’s now, walking down city streets back to their apartment after a nice evening with friends, when Wille’s a teeny bit buzzed like he sometimes gets. (He’ll have a few drinks and Simon won’t. Simon's only rule is that he’s not carrying him home—and Wille maybe leans a little more into him, arm slung affectionately around his shoulder, but Wille’s never broken that promise.)

Wille shakes the hair out of his eyes—it’s started to get a little longer, curls up a bit at the edges—and laughs at his own joke.

It almost knocks Simon off-kilter, the way he kind of loves Wille like this, loves him all the time—but especially when those big, honey-brown doe-eyes are all unguarded and sincere. Wille’s a teddy bear when he drinks, content to sober up in Simon’s arms, to tuck tired kisses against his jaw. (He’ll definitely doze off tonight halfway through the movie he’d picked, but it’s been a long day.) Simon loves it like he loves the sweet, warm, early-evening breeze, and the freckles that come out in droves across Wille’s skin in the summer.

And of course Wille was born in the summer—he belongs in the sunshine. He’s sunshine, and he’s smiling with teeth, and he’s all golden every time a streetlight flickers to life, recounting a story that it definitely sounds like he’s misremembering. Simon looks up—because he still has to look up at him—with so much fondness, and he lets Wille talk, however impossible Wille’s stream of consciousness is to follow, because he’ll never get tired of listening.

Simon doesn’t actually say anything of substance until they’re back at their door. The key’s in the lock, and the weather’s going to be nice enough for the lake on Sunday, and, “oh, I need to return Linda’s call”—and Simon is so in love.

And yes, yes, okay Wille said no gifts, but—“Hey, um.” Simon flicks on the hallway light. “There’s actually one more thing.” It’s been hidden in the pocket of a winter coat for a month and a half. Now Simon’s hiding it nervously behind his back.

Wille blinks a bit unsteadily, midway through toeing his shoes off. His eyes fall on Simon’s posture; something soft flickers in them. “I thought we said no birthday presents.”

Simon snorts a laugh. “We did—and then you still got me concert tickets for mine, remember?”

“But that doesn’t count because—“ Wille cuts himself off because there’s a black, rectangular box cradled in Simon's hands. “Simon.” It’s like a warning, that tone, but he takes a step closer. Then two. And then his eyes are searching Simon’s face.

Simon bites his lip, bites back a grin. “It wasn’t that expensive, before you say anything.” Expensive is relative—but Simon’s been thinking about this for a long, long time. And now he actually has the means to do something about it, so. “Open it.”

Slowly, like the contents might break, Wille takes it from his hands and thumbs over the black velvet for a second before he pops it open. “Simon,” he says again, softer. Wille’s lips part like he wants to say something else, but he shuts his mouth and swallows, touching the metal with gentle fingertips.

It’s a plain silver chain—thick enough to be considered masculine but delicate enough to be him.

Simon rocks forward on the balls of his feet. He shouldn’t be nervous because he’d been, like, 99% sure Wille would like it. He’d asked both Rosh and Ayub for advice. He’d asked Felice whether it was too much. But now that Wille’s gone quiet he’s second guessing everything. Wille hasn’t worn a necklace regularly since he stopped wearing the cross. Maybe he doesn’t—

“I love it.” Wille swallows, brows furrowed. “Can you, um—will you—” His voice wavers a bit, but he doesn’t have to finish the sentence for Simon to take the necklace gingerly from his hands and fasten the clasp behind his neck. “You know you didn’t have to get me anything,” Wille says in the general direction of the wall.

“I know,” Simon says quietly, letting his hands linger on Wille’s shoulders and squeezing once before letting go. Neither of them are really the type to want gifts. It’s just—Wille still rubs his chest when he’s anxious, when he panics or wakes up from nightmares. (When, this morning, he’d been confronted with the fact that his mother might not call.)

Maybe it’s dumb, or maybe it isn’t, but Simon wants something there—a tangible reminder that Wille doesn’t have to deal with it alone. He won’t say any of that, though; what he says is, “It suits you.”

But maybe Simon doesn’t actually have to explain it at all for Wille to understand what it means. (I’m not going anywhere; I’m even more in love with you now than I was at 16.) Maybe Wille just knows, because he rests his palm flat against his chest before slipping arms around Simon’s waist. He brushes a kiss against the side of Simon’s head and murmurs, “thank you, älskling.”

(And he never takes the necklace off.)

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#young royals fanfiction #young royals ficlet #wille/simon #wilmon #wilhelm x simon #young royals #simon eriksson #young royals fic #simon x wilhelm

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welurklate · 3 months

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My first paperback that is not a script for uni lectures :D Finding a place that would print the cover was difficult. The ladies at the copy shop I went to first were extremely rude and I ended up not getting the covers done there, which is ironic since a copying machine plays a huge role in this fic. It is now glossy photo paper and because it had a kodak print on the back, I had to laminate it with some green paper.

I did the typeset and the cover design. The story is "Fuck the Monarchy" by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic. It is a Young Royals fanfic and it is free to read on AO3. It is Wilmon endgame, just in case you're anxious about season 3 ;D.

#wilmon #young royals #young royals fanfiction #yr fanfic #young royals fanfic #fanfiction #itsme_hi_imtheproblem #bookbindersoftumblr #bookbinding #book binding #fuck the monarchy #misuse of the copy room #paperback

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piebingo · 6 months

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There’s this myth that when you knit a hair in a piece you are making, you’ll bind your soul to the receiver of the knit. Or something like that.

Wilmon AU where 15 y/o prince Wille learns to knit, curled over various projects, hair falling down in his eyes and wrists hurting from the repetitive motion. But he hates what he makes, so he gives it anonymously to a thrift shop (while he thinks it's bad he doesn't have it in himself to throw it out). Days later one Simon Eriksson, who is visiting Stockholm, buys this stripped beanie at the thrift shop because he lost his on the trip and he's cold. He wears it the rest of the trip, and starting from there he starts having weird dreams of this boy. The more they happen, the more he thinks the boy is real but he can't say anything to anyone because saying you communicate with someone else in your dreams doesn't sound very sane. He has no idea who the boy is but slowly and surely, as the months pass, he starts falling for this boy.

Fall arrive and a video of Prince Wilhelm headbutting a guy in a club makes its round on the internet. He is transfered to Hillerska, where he sees someone familiar sing a song to him on his first day. He doesn't know the boy with the pretty curls but he can't shake the feeling that he knows him inside and out.

Simon gets to know this Wille boy who's nothing like he would have imagined the younger prince to be. He's kind and funny and listens to him so intently. But Simon can't shake the feeling that it feels like he's known Wille for longer then a few weeks. He swears Wille knows some specific things about him that he hasn't told the other boy, and vice-versa.

They're both falling for each other, but Simon's heart is still stuck on that boy in his dream. A boy who hasn't come back in quite a few weeks. Wille, too, feels lonely now that his nights are quieter, that the boy in his dream disappeared, but he has Simon in his life now, making the pain lesser. Maybe the headbutting shook his head a bit too much and made the boy disappear. Slowly but surely, they both stop thinking about the boy in their dream, discovering this other boy that seem much more real.

One day, Simon arrives to school with a beanie on, one with stripes that looks oddly familiar to Wille. He walks to the lake with Simon, unable to stop looking away from that knitted beanie. Until it hits him: he made that beanie. He asks Simon where he got it, the other boy telling him that he bought it in a thrift shop in Stockholm last year. Wille tells him that he's the one who made it. That's when they both realize that the boy from their dream was one another, and that those dreams disappeared because their souls finally got reunited.

And they lived happily ever after and all that jazz ❣️

If you wanna take that idea and write it 👀 i wouldn’t mind reading it👀 let me know👀

#just a little au I wrote for Mae but thought I’d share it #wilmon #simon young royals #wilhelm young royals #young royals #yr fanfic #young royals fanfic #young royals fanfiction

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charliespringverse · 2 months

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young royals fic masterpost

complete:

you've lived a life before me • rated g. 1 chapter. 2.7k words • an easy, intimate morning leads to tense conversation when a throwaway comment makes clear just how much imbalance wilhelm's upbringing has brought to his and simon's relationship. • ft. autistic!wille too fast i fell to begging, have you ever lost heaven? • rated t. 3 chapters. 16.5k words • wilhelm can handle a lot of things, but losing simon isn't one of them. heading back to hillerska after the worst birthday in living memory, his mental health begins to catch up with him. • tw: self-harm, dissociation, panic attacks, suicide attempt all the quiet nights you bear • rated m. 1 chapter. 8.3k words • five times somebody knew wilhelm was hurting himself, and one time somebody cared. • tw: graphic self-harm, emotional neglect, emotional abuse, suicidal ideation, broken bones, hospital/surgery content

spring flowers in full bloom (escapril) • rated g. 30/30 chapters. 18.1k words. • a collection of short, unconnected oneshots inspired by the escapril 2024 prompts. • ft. autistic!wille

in progress:

summer of self-discovery • rated g. 1/? chapters. 2.8k/? words. • driving away from hillerska was only the beginning. summer lasts forever at their age, and there are still a few months to go. this is simon, wilhelm, felice, and sara's holiday. • ft. autistic!wille

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skibasyndrome · 1 month

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All this shit is new to me (1/?)

“You just accidentally ended up in some stranger’s shirt?” she asks with feigned casualness. Wille snorts. “Because I distinctly remember the shirt you wore when we went there, Wille. I helped you choose it!” “Mmmmh,” is all he says, still comfortably hidden from sight by his own arm. His shirt. That Simon went home with. That’s now lying somewhere at Simon’s place. Or: After meeting and hooking up with Simon at a club, Wille needs to figure out what exactly that means for them (or whether there even is a "them" to figure out). A sequel to "Lavender Haze"

(rated E for eventual smut, 6.7k words)

Read on AO3

My silly club hookup Wilmon! They're getting their sequel! Big, big thanks to everyone who wanted to hear more from them: here you go <3

Thank you, dear Michelle @pagegirlintraining for kindly beta-ing this <3

I hope you enjoy!

#wilmon #wilmon fanfic #wilmon fanfiction #yr fanfic #young royals fanfiction #young royals #yr #my fanfic

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omar-rudeberg · 2 months

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inside by disruptedthesky / @omar-rudeberg

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: ~4k

Summary:

“Will you let me?” Wilhelm pants into Simon’s ear. “One more time—” “Yes,” Simon groans his response before Wilhelm’s even got the whole question out. (Wilhelm and Simon make the most of their ‘one last night together’, that leads them to the lake.)

(Read on AO3)

#young royals #young royals fanfiction #wilmon #wilmon fanfiction #young royals season 3 #yr season 3 #wilhelm x simon #mine #disruptedthesky #(... yes it's the lake scene yes you're welcome)

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gulliblelemon · 9 days

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Controversial Clothing Opinions

My contribution to Day 15 of Wille Month: Fashion.

What does Wille think of the infamous plaid pants? A ficlet snapshot into the Fab Four post canon.

Read 1.3k of propaganda on AO3.

@youngroyals-events

#willemonth2024 #yr fanfic #young royals fanfic #young royals #wilmon #Wilmon fic #gulliblelemon #yr fanficiton #young royals fanfiction

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sadhappylady · 3 months

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So, I'm an angst lover, but someone asked for not angsty fics, and sometimes all you need is a laugh.

Humour is different for every person, and we don't always find the same things funny, but anyway, here are some fics that make me smile, giggle and/or laugh out loud:

Favourite funny YR fics

Mechanics of the heart by @the-amber-fox

Wille's car has a flat tire. First he's mad about it, then he meets Simon, the mechanic. Wille learns a good bit about the mechanics of his own heart.

One, two, three, four, five, sex on my mind by @pagegirlintraining and @the-amber-fox

When Wille first sees Simon, the rest of the world simply fades away. Which would be romantic and all, if it didn’t lead to him blindly stumbling into the sex shop Simon works at.

open heart open mind, never know who you'll find by simonscrown

Wille deliberated whether he should be thanking the universe or cursing at it that a literal angel was standing in front of him, while his testicles were being tortured by a pair of objectively horrible booty shorts.

5 times the students of Hillerska didn't realize Wille and Simon were together + 1 time they definitely did by @piebingo

That title really says it all. And it's fun!

Copy and Pasta by @pagegirlintraining

In which Wille just wants to make a nice birthday present for his boyfriend and gets sidetracked by the flu.

Coast side universe by @starvalisedham

Angst-free stories that are loosely connected. You don't need to read everything to enjoy each fic, but it helps with understanding some of the jokes and references. Hillerska ships Wilmon but they are so done with their antics. (So much funny silliness.)

Change It And Say by Skydragon05

Henry is being a mess, while trying not to cockblock anyone.

Bathroom Stall Blowjobs by MarvellKya17 and @thehanwen

Based on true events … two bathrooms… two blowjobs… a two part story about love – and getting caught in the bathroom giving a bj.

You Have Reached the Voicemail Box of... by @zee-has-commitment-issues

Two years. They'd kept their relationship away from the Forest Ridge boys for two years. Henry and Walter have different plans for Wille and Simon, though. It involves the table, their phones, and their mothers. It's humiliating.

Stuck on me like a tattoo by TheWittyKitty

What if Simon got a tattoo? With someone's name?

Drop It Like It's Hot by @the-amber-fox

Simon proposes, Wille kind of fucks it up.

A Dutiful Welcome by @groenendaelfic

His Majesty The King of Sweden and his very male, very biracial Consort arrive in London for a state visit. YR/RWRB crossover where 'dear cousin Philip' has thoughts.

Please also share your own funny YR fics 🙏

#fics that make me laugh #funny fics #young royals fanfiction #young royals fanfic #yr fic rec #yr fic rec list #yr fanfic #young royals

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purplehoodiesandclementines · 5 months

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Having acute signs of withdrawal right now, because it's a cold af winter morning and there's no #wilmon advent calendar for us to soften the blow... 😭

@iwouldnevergetintofanfic What have you done to us?! *shakes fist at sky*

Anyone else suffering with me?

#don't mind me #Just finding a way to cope here 🙈#Young Royals fanfiction #Yr fanfic #Yr fandom #Young Royals fandom #Young Royals #Wilmon Advent calendar

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hergrandplan · 22 days

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Wille's Month 2024 (@youngroyals-events ) Day 2: Summer

Read the drabble below or on ao3 (cw for implied sex)

Wille sleeps peacefully until about 2 am, when the first flash wakes him up. He blinks, a bit disoriented, barely noticing how the room keeps brightening for a split second before the darkness returns.

It isn’t rare for him to wake up in the middle of the night, but usually it’s because he had a nightmare.

Those nights, he curls himself into Simon's side, burying his face in his curls and inhaling his scent, to try and calm his rapid heartbeat down. Sometimes, Simon wakes up and they'll talk, Simon pressing Wille against him, smoothing his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Other times, when Simon is too fast asleep, he still responds by wrapping his arm around Wille, because somehow, he still knows. As if his body is simply attuned to Wille, the way it responds to his every subtle shift.

But tonight Wille hasn’t startled awake because of a nightmare - in fact, he was having the most pleasant dream he's had in a while, of running up cobblestone streets lined with soft yellow and pink houses. The Mediterranean sun shining down on them, but not outshining Simon’s warm smile next to him.

There’s another flash, and then Wille hears the first roar of thunder, and his brain slowly starts to catch up with what’s happening.

Wille lets his head fall back down to the pillow, groaning. Great.

A thunderstorm. Exactly what he needs.

Heavy drops of rain start hammering against the window, as if now that Wille’s awake, the sky can unleash its full power. Or maybe he’s only aware of it now, now that he’s fully conscious.

Of course, Simon’s still fast asleep beside him, arm flung over Wille’s torso. How Simon manages to sleep through the roaring storm outside, Wille has no idea. It’s nights like this where Wille wishes he had Simon’s skill to sleep through almost anything.

With a heavy sigh, Wille gets up from his side on the bed, carefully removing Simon’s arm from his chest, and goes to the bathroom to get himself a glass of water.

Lightning lights up the room in short intervals, occasionally followed by thunder, sometimes by just silence – but it’s non-stop. The rain is loudest of all.

It’s not like he’s scared of thunderstorms – they’re a common occurrence in summer, and usually, he even likes them. He loves to watch lightning streak across the sky high above them, huddling up inside with Simon and being very glad that he’s not outside. He even loves the thunder, imagines Thor riding his chariot in the sky and smashing his hammer.

It reminds him of afternoons chasing Erik through the palace in a never-ending game of tag because they couldn’t play outside, of staying up way past his bedtime to finish just one more chapter (it was never just one more chapter).

But tonight, he wishes for nothing more but the storm to pass. He already has trouble enough falling asleep as it is, and the continuous flashes, heavy rain and rolling thunder won’t help with that.

Defeated, knowing that he probably won’t get much sleep tonight now, he lets himself fall back onto the mattress. Simon stirs beside him, and for a second Wille holds his breath, afraid that he’s woken his boyfriend up. But Simon simply turns to his side, murmuring something incomprehensible, and it looks like Wille’s in the clear.

Then there’s a thunderclap so loud that it shakes the windows, rattles their building even, and with a gasp, Simon jolts up.

“What was that?” It comes out in one singular, panicked breath.

“Just a thunderstorm, darling,” Wille says from where he’s sprawled out behind Simon. Simon’s eyes, unfocussed at first, soften when they find his. Wille reaches out to him, eases him back down so that Simon’s lying on his chest, huddled in the warmth between their bodies. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Did it wake you up too? Or did you have another nightmare?” Simon places a warm hand on his chest, just above where Wille’s heart beats for him.

Wille winds one of Simon’s curls around his finger, and hums. “No, it was just the storm. I actually had a good dream tonight, so it’s even ruder that it woke me up.”

He can already see Simon’s eyes getting heavy again, now that the initial shock of adrenaline has passed.

“Whatwasitabout?” Simon mumbles.

“We were on vacation. In Italy, I think. Maybe Spain – somewhere south. We’d just come back from the beach, and there was salt stuck in your curls, and I was thinking about how we’d go back to our rental,” Wille stops playing with Simon’s curls to run his hand along his back, “and shower, and I would wash the salt out of your curls. But then I figured, if there’s salt in your curls, there’s probably salt in other places as well, so maybe I should clean that up too.”

Simon laughs softly. “You are very thorough in your cleaning.”

Simon opens his eyes for a brief second, but the sleep in his eyes has gone, replaced by something else. Something hungry.

“Maybe we can make your dream come true.”

“What? You want to go to Italy? Right now?” It’s not like Wille doesn’t know what Simon’s talking about, but he likes to tease him, likes to play just a bit dumb.

Simon groans, half-heartedly. “Wille,” he says, drawing out his name. “’m talking about the other part.”

“Ooh.” Wille raises his eyebrows in faked understanding and giggles. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that.”

Before Simon can say anything else, Wille scoops him up in his arms and carries him to the shower. It’s not like Wille was ever going to get much sleep tonight, and this certainly is way more fun.

The thunder is loud outside, but not as loud as Simon when he screams out Wille’s name, over and over again.

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sportLOVE - chapter 5

“It’s been going well so far,” Wille says in the small space between them.

“Yeah?” Simon asks, playing with Wille’s fingers. They lay on their sides, facing one another, completely covered by the duvet to protect themselves from the cold air of the room. It’s cute how Simon’s head is barely coming out of the blankets, dark curls messily sprayed on the pillow underneath his head.

Wille frowns at Simon’s questioning tone. “You don’t think so?”

In which Wille invites Simon to his family cabin for Sportlov. He hopes that, during the week, he will find the courage to present him as his boyfriend.

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