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lucidpantone · 1 year

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So a couple years back I wrote this fanfic that was sorta of hit for another fandom(wtfock or belgium skam). I’ve been wanting to write something for young royals for awhile but I knew I wanted to do it in that similar style of that past fic because people seemed to LOVE that parallel puzzle piece timeline style. Anyways so surprise surprise gonna be dropping chapter 1 soon but here is a preview. Oh, and one last thing:

Fic Rules

If its in italics its the past

If its not in Italics its the present (particular scenes from the last year)

Into The Blues

We’re all just journeymen in catacombs of the earth’s womb.

Riding life like a log down a stream burrowing through artificial portholes that men sowed into the roots of the city as an act of defiance; when travel above the waterline did not suffice.So instead we defiled her core from the inside out.

Yet, here we find him.The interloper standing shoulder to shoulder in a cigar shaped transport vessel amongst the everyman attempting to blend into a world he no longer belongs too. Sporting garments perfectly hand crafted by french artisans for his physique and leather bound shoes of italian origin.

The commuter populace sways as the ocean does in twilight. Mellow and familiar. Unobstructed and in uniformity.

The conductor breaks his mental surface.

“Mind the gap between the train and the platform. This is Green Park.”

He navigates the route towards an exit. He is late but he insisted on venturing into the world as the common folks do.

This isn’t his side of town and if given a choice he wouldn’t have hosted the Royals Arts Gala here but the honorees were swedish alums of The Royal Academy Art who were funded by the Swedish Royals Arts Foundation so a marriage of both Swedish and British houses had to be decided and London seemed to appeal to a wider audience.

He scurries out of underground to street level when the harsh cold air hits him. A loving reminder he thinks to himself.

Reality gnaws at him when he sees it. The Ritz Hotel signage glowing back at him.

A wave of guilt washes over him from sins past and yet here he finds himself once again running towards his mistakes atop a pair of italian soles that would entice even the top ranks of the Bourgeoisie.

He picks up pace and jettisons towards the Grand Ballroom as tear drops begin to fall from the heavens.

You’d think after years of exposure to all this pomp and circumstance he’d be used to the classic french rococo style but it still feels so grandiose at times. Banquet rooms adorned with gold leaf walls, gilded oak paneling richly embellished with C-scrolls and S-scrolls, sprigs of flowers, rocaille motifs and hand painted frescos. 18th century crystal chandeliers prevailing in their usage to light an avarice crowd of thespians devouring the fruits of France's champagne region like it was manna from heaven.

But he needn’t worry tonight because these throngs of acolytes were here to bear witness to his recital of one sacrosanct individual.

However, before he stood atop a podium for his song and dance routine he kept his interactions with the crowd wrapped up in an air of breviloquence and wit.

He’d be expected to frolic amongst the flock and express his gratuity for the copious amounts of flowers, gift baskets and condolences sent his way. Though arduous work, he had an inert sensibility when it came to working a room of uppercrust socialites after years of conditioning.

“Hello sir, this way please” a gala usher quickly takes his coat and escorts him to his table for the evening when an unfamiliar sensation reemerges from eons past. A fibrillation in his heart, one mimicking that of a hummingbird in fast pursuit. He hadn’t had much time to ponder this strange occurrence when he noticed the guest at his table standing up to greet him.

Anders Olsson was the first to lock gaze with him. He greeted him with an overworked smile and spread out arms welcoming him into a fast embrace.

“Am so happy you came” Anders whispered in his ear softly as he pushed off from their hug.

Then Anders immediately went around the table introducing him to the director of the Royal Academy who gave him an assertive handshake, the other honorees who’s displays of dominance were absent and meekly greeted him,the gala’s main sponsors two Americans one of which was sat next to him and felt the need to remind him that she was a hugger and gave him a good squeeze before he could even object, and lastly the person sitting directly to his left the head of the Swedish Royals Arts Foundation.

“Prince Wilhelm, this is Simon Bancroft-Erikksen, Tomas’s husband” Anders confirms.

“Hey”, Wilhelm states softly as he embraces Simon’s handshake with a dual hand handshake creating an over-under type of shelter for Simon’s touch.

Simon’s notices Wilhelm linger and slides his hand back slowly.

“Hi” Simon says softly as he musters his best subdued smile for his highness.

As Simon takes a seat he notices a few patrons looking directly at him as they cover their mouths and about his recent life updates. Forgetting for a moment that he is “that” guy now.

Simon Bancroft-Erikksen, a swedish born singer/composer, recent widower to the late Tomas Åström Bancroft and now sole heir to the Bancroft banking fortune. A fortune worth more than some countries GDP.

It was like looking through a lens but fish eyed, distorted and misshapen.

Lacking distinction, and depth, an exam based on muscle memory and repetition. A performance of sorts.

“Simon, how are you?”, They asked with a worry in their voice that had become oh so familiar.

“Am good”

“Simon, are you getting enough sleep?” This was definitely somewhere in the top 3 questions as of late.

*Shrugs*

“Are you eating?” and this question? This one usually led to a non sequitur from him.

“Oh pardon me. I see a colleague, I must run to say hello too.” This was Simon’s cue to beeline it back to his table and avoid the thickets of bullshit he had to spatter.

Simon plopped himself back down on his seat and took a deep exhale.

“I brought reinforcements,” Simon heard him say.

Wilhelm shot him a sweet smile as he picked out a small plastic bag from his blazer.

Simon’s eyes widened and for the first time tonight and he genuinely smiled.

Simon couldn’t decide which one to choose from so he went for his usual sweet and salty licorice. Swedish candy had become Simon’s main food source throughout this period in his life. It was one of the only things he could stomach to keep down. That and mandarins.

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.”

“I had an inclination that you may need backup.”

Simon shook his head in agreement.

“You’re doing great,by the way” Wilhelm encouraged Simon somewhat gingerly.

The ballroom lights dimmed and the ceremony got underway.

Notable honorees received their totems of recognition from high society.

And then a darkness befell them and he felt the room surround him and suddenly there he was in full technicolor. Tomas and Anders discussing the inspiration for what would become Tomas’s final commissioned symphony.

It was a strange sensation for Simon. In many ways he thought he had become infallible to public displays of sorrow. He’d numbed himself to a point of no return, gone full scorched earth, become some sort of cultural philistine with a match in his hand walking on gas ready to ignite the pain away.

Pay no credence to his grief.

Yet, The chinks in his armor began to chime through the air like a siren’s song.

Without notice Simon’s body began to react badly. His hands began to shake as Tomas’s voice filled the room. He hid his hands underneath the table but the shaking only worsened and as Simon was about to deploy his metaphorical airbag and abort this mission. Wilhelm tethered him back down to earth. Threw him a safety line and kept him at bay and from floating away. Wilhelm took a hold of Simon’s hand and interlaced his fingers into Simons.

Simon was fully prepared to shoot Wilhelm a rather terse glance when suddenly the lights went up and the crowd stood up for a standing ovation. Wilhelm pulled Simon up with the crowd and let go of his hand to indulge in the clapping.

Ander’s walked over to him and before he knew it they were walking in the direction of the podium. Simon wasn’t taken aback by this gesture if anything he expected. He had written a speech and all but it was all happening so fast. The spotlight flashed atop of him and he stood there looking out at a sea of onlookers.

He pulled the mic towards him and reached into his blazer pocket to read from a cue card.

“Firstly, I would like to say thank you for the beautiful in memoriam segment and to everyone who has sent their condolences to my family throughout the last year.

My husband Tomas was a kind and thoughtful soul who truly inspired me and many others. When he began this consortium project he felt a great responsibility to represent the cultural richness of the great landmarks of Sweden. His music was merely a vehicle to explore what he felt in his heart was an undeniably beautiful landscape filled with everlasting summers and a wonderful winter wonderland. Except for those 4 months in the dead of winter which we don’t talk about.”

The crowd broke out in laughter.

“Thank you for honoring Tomas’s legacy and to the Swedish Royals Arts Foundation for recognizing his accomplishments, To the Royal Academy for their constant support and to the Bancroft foundation for their relentless advocacy in forestry conservation.”

Applause raptured around the ballroom.

As Simon stepped back from the mic his heart rate adjusted and he looked out into the crowd for a tether back into the normal world. The one where he once felt he belonged to, had a home in, fell in love in and felt like he could operate within without fear or reservations.

As Simon walked off stage he felt a tug, a reel, a life line leading him to a sanctuary where he could be caught and released out of these predatory waters. This wildlife was foreign to him now. He needed to live in a habitat where the aquamarine life was curated and made out of plastic.

He needed everything to be fake, to go to a place where he could be inoculated from his reality. Where none of the people were real and just made out of metal.

There was only one exception to this rule.

As he took his seat again and looked to his left; it was all gut, an unfathomable feeling, a pavlovian response as he reached out underneath the table and took hold of Wilhelm’s hand and thought to himself.

This, and only this, he needed to be real.

#young royals #my young royals fic #preview to my debut hoping to get this fic out this week or so #early xmas present #new fic coming soon

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kisstheloststars · 2 months

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special spinoff episode where we see the quartet on a road trip together, painting each other's nails, getting matching tattoos, and being free

#young royals #that's a fic that is gonna write itself once my writing block fucks off #cUZ THAT HEART ON WILLE'S HAND? NOW THAT HE'S ABDICATED #hE CAN GET IT TATTOOED!!!#😭😭😭

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thingsthatcometomymindwheniwrite · 2 months

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father forgive me for the type of fictional characters I say “he just like me fr” about

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groenendaelfic · 5 months

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One day Simon will start uni*, only to realize that he's surrounded by people who think HE is the posh, privileged kid with no clue how the real world works, and that day will be hilariously glorious.

* or be conscripted—super unlikely, but a fic writer can dream

#he went to Hillerska!#the fanciest school there is #spent years rubbing shoulders with the wealthy elite #(all puns intended)#he banged the Crown Prince #he bagged the Crown Prince #what can he know about anything?#surely the press were exaggerating when they mentioned his background ...#outsider pov my beloved #young royals #fic ideas #simon eriksson #random ramblings

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justfriendsbestthings · 5 months

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they’re boyfriends you know

#wilmon #simon and wille #young royals #just wilmon things #just simon things #wilhelm behaviour #I miss them so much even though I just rewatched the whole show and read so much fic #the missing them feeling sits deep in my bones

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hergrandplan · 21 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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andthatisnotfake · 10 days

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Introducing Simon

For the following days of @youngroyals-events' Wille's Month 2024:

Day 8 - Wedding/Engagement, Day 10 - Secret, Day 11 - Future and Day 12 - Social media.

Here on AO3

#willemonth2024 #Young Royals #My fics #My edits #Wilmon

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misfithive · 9 months

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Random things i would love s3

(and a few i know will not happen but idc)

wille in the purple hoodie

wille telling simon he is beautiful (sober)

wilmon dancing together

wilmon walking holding hands

simon telling Wille he missed him (or giving the sweater back)

simon singing the song to wille again

“wilmon” ship name being used by news/social media comments etc (i have seen it in a few fics and i Need it)

simon giving Wille a new frog like a frog stuffed animal with no crown

wilmon defending eachother

wilmon takes a nap together

Simon actually eating the sandwich

lake date

them laughing with eachother again (would be free therapy for me i’m serious)

Linda hugs Wille

forehead kiss!

simon calms wille’s panic attack (by singing softly to him hehe)

reciprocal i love you (multiple times, casually, before ep 6 pls)

Wilhelm comforting/ reassuring Simon

Wille gets a hobby or shares something he likes/ unexpected opinion with Simon hehe @k-pepp

simon actually sings Revolution like acapella or just like hums it to himself ( CAN U IMAGINE???? 😭 sorry i’m being unhinged i cant help it)

wille decorates his room more or has a framed picture of him and simon

they add more pictures to Wille’s “simon” album on his phone :((

Wille peels a tangerine for Simon or they share a tangerine together

wille sees that Simon has posted a photo of them on instagram and is happy looking at his phone

them skipping class to stay in bed or just hang out together

wilmon polaroid ????? 😭☹️ (why does sargust get one and not wilmon??)

wilmon roomates

#feel free to reblog and add to this hehe but know i might chage it #this is for my own enjoyment i am gonna pin it and will probably keep adding to it lol #i understand most of these are frivolous dont poop on my joy it would just be fun #im actually getting really excited for s3 #young royals #wilmon #yr s3 #feel free to write fics about any of these things pls tell me lolol #trying to keep this to things that dont change plot much bc i wanna stay open minded lol

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grapehyasynth · 3 months

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young royals playlists - a collection

this is not by any means an exhaustive list - i'm just collecting. send me suggestions! character playlist, fic playlist, general show playlist, all fair game.

if you send me a playlist, please let me know if it's yours or someone else's, and let me know if you want other info attached (is it for a fic, for example).

alphabetical by playlist name.

shoutout to @books-books-smolderinglooks for getting this off to a riproaring start!

Almost Is Never Enough for the fic Almost Is Never Enough by @in-amor-veritas

cinnamon coffee for the fic That's What I Really Want by yr_bb

FEELS LIKE for the fic feels like by @willesworld

Grasping at Shadows for the fic Grasping at Shadows by @in-amor-veritas and paspeurpasseul

he(art)felt for the fic series he(art)felt by museraphoria

heavy is the head by @prncewilhelm

i see you in my future for the fic i see you in my future by @little-fandomfandom

i want you to hold me by @grapehyasynth

i want you (to take me out) for the fic i want you (to take me out) by @pleuvian

i would drive on (to the end with you) for the fic i would drive on (to the end w you) by @glassdollls

iwdo(ttewy) simon for the fic i would drive on (to the end w you) by @glassdollls

iwdo(ttewy) wille for the fic i would drive on (to the end w you) by @glassdollls

monotony blues for the fic Monotony Blues by @stardiveatnight

My Bad Wilmon for the fic My Bad by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

Reckless Abandon for the fic Reckless Abandon by @zee-has-commitment-issues

Rewrite the Stars for the fic series Rewrite the Stars by @in-amor-veritas

say a prayer for me in the dark for the fic say a prayer for me in the dark by @pleuvian

Simon Eriksson - Lights Down Low for the fic The Prince and The Popstar - Fuck The Monarchy and Other Hits by @pagegirlintraining and @the-amber-fox

simon's playlist by @glassdollls

Simon's Playlist AINE for the fic Almost Is Never Enough by @in-amor-veritas

The Boyband Fic for the fic Is It Over Now? by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

The humming for the fic The Humming by Everysongends

The Language of Roses for the fic The Language of Roses by despassurlaneige

the sound of our hearts for the fic the sound of our hearts by @simons-purplehoodie and @little-fandom

the vibe fm for the fic play my song by @ishotforthestars

unexpected melody playlist for the fic Unexpected Melody by emerybemery

we are dust and shadow for the fic we are dust and shadow by @pleuvian

We Left Footprints for the fic We Left Footprints When We Passed By by @in-amor-veritas

wilhelm & simon by @rhetorical-conscience

Wille's Playlist AINE for the fic Almost Is Never Enough by @in-amor-veritas

#collections #young royals #young royals playlists #you will be able to find this on my blog in the future in the YR collections tab #my fic rec list collection is also there #i feel like it would make sense to put this info into a spreadsheet so people could sort it by type of playlist #or by whatever they want to sort it by #i will not be making the spreadsheet but putting that out there!

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simonsapelsin · 8 months

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Rosh is a successful football player and a member of Stockholm's fanciest gym. Simon is a music student who has been spending all his free time lately cooped up in his tiny, dark apartment playing video games.

Rosh has been trying for months, all winter really, to convince Simon to come with her to the gym. One day, when she describes the gourmet juice bar menu in exquisite detail, he finally gives in and agrees to accompany her on her guest pass.

Besides the lure of the juice, Simon has been single for a long time. He wouldn't say he's looking to meet someone, but he's not not looking, either.

After Simon changes into his gym clothes and orders an organic fresh-pressed citrus concoction, Rosh shows him around the massive, gleaming, state-of-the-art gym.

When they pass by the rowing machines, Simon can't help but stare at the man working out on the machine in the far corner of the room, right in front of a mirror that runs the length of the wall.

Tall. Fitted tank top and short gym shorts. Lean, toned muscles. Sweaty, carelessly tousled hair.

Rosh elbows him. "I didn't realize you had a thing for rich guys."

"Oh, uh...who uh... who is that?"

"That's Wilhelm." She says with a bit of a mocking tone. "His mother owns the whole gym chain. She makes serious bank. His family owns a ton of real estate too."

Simon frowns a little. "So...he works out here?"

"Yeah, he's always around. He does personal training, too."

"Oh," Simon says as he watches Wilhelm towel off sweat from his neck and biceps after standing up from the rowing machine. Wilhelm drapes the towel over his shoulders and then runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. He suddenly makes eye contact with Simon through the mirror.

Rosh grins. "I can get you a pretty good discount on a membership, you know." Wilhelm slowly smiles, Simon locked into his stare.

"Uh huh," Simon says before tripping over a yoga ball.

#gym wilmon #fic ideas #please adopt my ideas #locker room sex you guys #come on #wilmon #young royals

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skibasyndrome · 2 months

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You crave the Applause / Yet hate the Attention (4/4)

“I might’ve googled some stuff the other day,” he admits, and Simon continues to stare on, now more in wonder. “And uh, took a shower and all” he adds, now very sure he’s blushing. “You know, just kinda… anticipating that maybe something could happen if you came over” And when Simon still doesn’t say anything, the floodgates open.“Not that I was, like, expecting anything to happen at all,” Wilhelm runs a hand through his hair, just looking for something to do. “And obviously we don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, I was just kind of curious, because I really like doing it to you, and then I thought-”

Or: Simon and Wilhelm talk. And then decide to try out a few new things. And they figure it all out together 💜

(rated E, 14.4 k words, 22.2 k words in total)

Read on AO3

It's been a while since I updated this and I am sorry, but also... you get 14k words and some intimacy scenes that I am kind of very proud of, so I hope it was worth the wait. And while this is obviously part of a longer fic I think it can be read as a standalone just fine, if you'd want that.

Huuuuuge, huge shout-outs to both the amazing Nic @stretchoutfics and the amazing Michelle @pagegirlintraining for beta-ing galore <3

And: I wanna dedicate this to my sibling in headcanon-ery and fanfic talks, the lovely, lovely Sophia @sillylittleflower. I hope you have the very, very best birthday ever and that you enjoy this version of Wille (remember how we originally started talking over Wille craving validation?! and now look where we are <3)

#wilmon #wilmon fanfic #wilmon fanfiction #yr fanfic #young royals fanfiction #young royals #yr #my fanfic #You crave the applause #(idek if I have a tag for that fic already)

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books-books-smolderinglooks · 1 year

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Think I'm addicted to pain, Want you running through my veins..

#young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #wilhelm #prince wilhelm #rereading We Left Footprints and listening to the soundtrack and so it led to this.. 🥲💜#y'all need to read that fic so so good. 💜#thinking about all that Simon went through.. 🥺 trying to figure it out as the young heartbroken sweetheart he is..#deserves all happy moments! deserves the world! ❤️#they make me so emotional lol #my gifs yr #youngroyalsedit #wille x simon

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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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groenendaelfic · 3 months

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I will not write a Wilmon debutant(e) ball AU. I will not write a Wilmon debutant(e) ball AU. I will not write a Wilmon debutant(e) ball AU.

I will not— okay I really will not. Because Young Royals is already inspiring enough and I dread what s3 will do to my fic ideas folder and also I have more than enough wips.

HOWEVER imagine a (pseudo)historical AU setting. Baron Eriksson is sickly and elderly, his two oldest sons died without male heirs, and so it's the drunken third son's get who is bound to inherit.

The Baron never would have approved Micke's marriage had he known, but at the time both of his daughters-in-law had already born his other two sons healthy children, and Micke was never going to amount to more than a whoremonger anyway, so the Catholic merchant's daughter (don't worry she converted) it was. Who could've known she'd be the only one bearing a grandson who'd live to adulthood.

So here Simon is now, suddenly thrust into a position no one ever wanted him in. The old Baron (who never allowed him to call him grandfather) too sick to leave his bed, and his father drinking away their money and not caring how much the steward mismanages the estate.

If it were only him it wouldn't matter, but the local count (a Horn of Årnäs) has an eye on their small manor house and wants to turn it into a hunting lodge once the old Baron dies, getting rid of all the staff and farmer tenants while he does so, and Simon is their only hope.

For this Simon needs money however, and the only way he can get that is finding an heiress with a sizable dowry happy with a lavender marriage, or at the very least a good match for his sister so that at least she he doesn't have to worry about.

Simon hates it, but after the fifth tenant came to him clutching a coughing baby to her chest he relented and packed up a delighted Sara to travel to Stockholm for the season.

At least one person is happy about it all.

They make it to Stockholm just in time, their grandaunt willing to put them up in her townhouse if only for the novelty, and once both Simon and Sara have used what little money they can spare on debutant/e clothes it's already time for the first and greatest event of the season, the one during which all the young men and women of rank will be introduced to the monarch in a grand ceremony followed by a lavish ball.

Simon tries his best to make a good impression and ignore any and all snide comments about his exotic looks if only for his sister's and tenants' sakes (lives depend on him!), but it's hard, and his lack of wealth and connections don't help.

Wilhelm thinks there's nothing more boring than debutant(e)s, stiff and formal and trembling, as they nervously bow and curtsy, hoping to make a good impression and curry royal favor, as if he's going to remember a single one of them come morning when he wakes up hungover and surrounded by naked artists happy to help him cure his royal ennui.

Then Baron Eriksson of Bjärstad's heir is introduced however, and suddenly Wilhelm's perspective changes.

#this is my gran's fault #I hate her #fic ideas #wilmon #young royals

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