#prince simon au

[prince-simon]

teeny tiny update on the state of ch17 of prince simon on this fine yr day

apparently s3 catapulted me right back into my joy for young royals and therefore i have written a whole 1k today which isn't a whole lot in the grand scheme of things (the impossibility of 30k chapters that thatgayprince thinks is normal) but!!! it's something!!! and i'm proud of myself and excited!!!

#prince simon au #young royals #writing

[toffeelemon]

I don’t feel like our love is brand new. There must have been lovers, soulmates, before us, experiencing what we get to have. And it’s giving me comfort to imagine there will be many more like us to come. Our kind of love is the kind of love that makes this rotten world worth living in.

prince simon in madrid

a pilgrimage along the world that @prince-simon created 🥹

Simon’s neighbourhood, Chueca

“It’s actually the Queer Neighbourhood of Madrid, and coincidentally also where I live.” He lowered his voice as if to tell a secret, “It’s actually not a coincidence at all.” (chapter 2)

Casa de Campo (view from the Royal Palace lol oop)

Wilhelm didn’t even recognise himself. He didn’t think he’d ever looked that happy. And Simon… his eyes were closed and his curls were a mess and Wilhelm had never seen anyone more beautiful. (chapter 3)

El Retiro

Simon looked at Wilhelm much too adoringly for a statement this goofy. “The ducks are gay!” He yelled at Santiago and Paula, “Just so you know!” (chapter 9)

Palacio de Cristal

“Here’s a funny thought - bear with me, okay? But just imagine. Flowers. Everywhere, like on the ceiling, up the walls. Fairy lights scattered all through it. It would be so gorgeous as a- uh, like. For a wedding…” Realising where his train of thought had gotten him, Wilhelm fell quiet, looking at Simon with wide eyes. (chapter 9)

El Palacio Real de Madrid (more specifically the Throne Room lmfao)

Simon traced his fingers over the bruises on Wilhelm’s neck and in the opening of his dress shirt, humming contentedly. Wilhelm followed the movement in the mirror, and marvelled at how good they looked together, how well they fit together and how much Simon belonged right here – on the throne, with Wilhelm. He deserved the world and so much more. (chapter 12)

Museo Nacional del Prado

Around them, the other visitors kept moving, admiring the art on the walls, and for the moment Wilhelm felt infinite, imagining himself a painting, looked at and analysed hundreds of years from now. El Abrazo de los Príncipes.

Lo Spasimo, Raphael, 1515-1517

“Are we allowed to kiss in front of Jesus on his way to crucifixion or is that tasteless? Because I really want to kiss you right now, Simon.”

Las Meninas, Diego Velázquez, 1656

“He made me look at Velázquez in the painting and how he was looking back at the viewer, at me. I still remember the exact tone of his voice, how he was so certain when he told me that I had every right to be where I am. That I am the subject of this painting, the king being painted. All those tyrants, King Felipe and Emmanuel and all those that came in between, they are trapped in that mirror forever while I am here, alive, we’re here. Velázquez is looking at two queer princes, ready to paint us.” (chapter 13)

Casa Alberto

“So, tell me more about this special part of Madrileñan history.” He was slightly teasing but mostly actually curious. 

Simon seemed all too eager to answer that question, and it hit Wilhelm how genuine Simon’s care for his city — his country — and its people was. It made him a little sad to know that a lot of people didn’t get to see that because they only focused on Simon being too gay or too Latino, or even just too carefree and enjoying life because he was young, to be their future king.

bonus content:

Iglesia de San Antonio de los Alemanes (where Simon goes to church)

“I think I need to go somewhere.”

“Oh?” Wilhelm said softly, “Right now?”

Simon hesitated before he nodded. “I need to- get some clarity? Or - I hope that I’ll get it there?” He whispered, voice shaky.

“Do you want to tell me where you’re going?”

“To- uh, to pray? I mean- to church? I don’t know if I’ll pray…” Simon’s voice was shaky, uncertainty shining in his eyes when he dared to look up at Wilhelm. (chapter 11)

#god i don’t think i have immerse myself into a fictional world so deeply before #this story lives and breathes #and i love what it has given me god to imagine when i read the first chapter i have not moved countries or gotten a cursed degree yet #he feels like a friend i held by the hand and walked through adventures together🥹 #i really went to a particular restaurant and ordered particular dishes because i read about it in a book #and it was as magical as i imagined heheh #(including the snails sksksk) #prince simon i love you forever #prince simon au #prescribing everyone a reread Right Now! #give me attention and i’ll come back with extra pics of the food sksk #simon’s depression church is not mentioned in Text but this is canon source hehe #i’m not the first person to visit pscu locations and i love everyone who’s done it what a great idea it was so fun! #yes i know you’re not supposed to take photos in the prado but then i remembered this was built by a colonial powerhouse then felt less bad

[cloudywilmon]

Fresh off his breakup with Nils and the release of the tape, Wille is determined to be the model prince, to play the role that's expected of him. Simon might throw a wrench in that plan.

Chapter 2 out now!

#yr fanfic #yr fic #wilmon fanfic #my fanfic #prince simon au #young royals fic #yr au #prince simon #my fic

[omaremioo]

happy 2nd birthday to the story that got under my skin (literally) 🩵

thank you @prince-simon , hrh crown prince simon, omar & yr simon!! nothing but love to y'all <33

#young royals #prince simon au #omar rudberg #tattoo #written by mr rudberg #anniversary #story #archive of our own

[sky-neverending]

@ all my Young Royals fans: I present the beginning of my Prince Simon AU bc i stan Prince Simon of Spain. this is a drabble i wrote that i’m turning into a full fic

Wille cleared his throat as the limousine pulled up to the castle, pushing his shoulders back and plastering a smile on his face.

He prepared himself for the arrival of the Queen of Spain and her children, heart racing as he thought about messing up royal affairs.

But then the door opened, and a boy came rolling out onto the gravel. He had curly hair, and big brown eyes that locked with Willes' own. A blush spread across both their faces.

A woman looked down at the boy. “Simon.” She hissed, but there was a smile on her face.

Simon.

#young royals #wilhem young royals #wille young royals #yr #simon eriksson #simon young royals #wilmon #simon x wille #wilhelm x simon #young royals fanfic #prince simon au #wip

[adocchichiusiii]

Prince Simon vibes if you ask me

#young royals #prince simon au #wilmon #simon young royals #young royals season 2 #wilhelm x simon

[spookypotato]

Happy One Year Anniversary to the PSCU!

a story that brought me comfort and love, happiness and emotion, friends and safety

I'm so excited for more, til then I'll reread :)

I made this little fanart a while ago and thought it would be he perfect time to share, its the festival outfits from chapter 5

thank you wyo (@prince-simon ) for writing it, thank you to all the betas (madi, tiff, fox, jude and milk (I hope that's all)) and everyone that helped create it and make it the way it is <3

if you have no idea what I'm talking about and you've seen young royals, click here to make your life a little better aka read I dont feel like our love is brand new on ao3

#happy anniversary #wow #im really really really glad carina told me to read this fic #so thankful #the comfort it gave me #thank you #young royals #simon young royals #wilhelm young royals #wilmon #yr #wilhelm x simon #prince simon au #pscu #pscu art #art #fanart #digital art #yr art #young royals art #young royals fanart #idflolibn #idflolibn fanart #like i dont feel like our love is brand new #art by meee

[eyeofthedrgn]

What I want to do today:

Rewatch Young Royals

Reread Prince Simon au

What I have to do today:

Dishes

Laundry

General adulting

What I'll probably end up doing today:

Moping about, wanting to watch YR

Play my stupid word game

Throw out a few sentences on a wip

Watch YouTube

Browse this hellsite

#adulting is hard yo #young royals #prince simon au #I don't wanna do chores #yes im whining

[aro-of-artemis]

the pscu family tree you created is soo pretty and really helpful to keep track of them all! thank you so much :))

omg hi! thank you so much! i had fun putting it together and im always down to make fun things for @prince-simon and the pscu! im glad it's been helpful :)

#ask #pscu #prince simon au

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Did it take me two hours to read the latest chapter of the Prince Simon AU? Yes.

Was it worth it? YES IT ABSOLUTELY WAS.

@prince-simon what is the power you have over me?

#I am unwell in the best way #prince simon au

[daylightaftertherain]

give me like 6-7 business days to recover from the new chapter what the fuck

#prince simon au #wyo you talented human ily

[prince-simon]

prince simon update

sooo. a couple weeks back i asked how y'all would like the idea of me splitting the chapter so i could get a new update out quicker (finally) and well. i decided i would do that bc it's been too long since i last posted and i'm anxious to get more of this world out to you.

so basically. i've got a short 20k chapter almost ready that i'll probably be able to post tomorrow or on thursday (right in time before i'm headed to canada hehe)

thank you all so much for your patience and kind words! lots of love to all of you!

now let me try to clear out my inbox for some new comments sksk whoops. if i'm answering you like six months late i'm sorry i appreciate you so much

#prince simon au #young royals #yr fanfic #i'm soooo excited i finally get to write again and post something and ugh!! i missed it so much

[toffeelemon]

idflolibn chapter 10 gatorade pov🐈‍⬛

happy birthday to prince simon in @prince-simon ‘s fic here’s some angsty cat pov

(here’s the last gatorade pov)

Something’s wrong with my human. He’s always in bed, and his face is always leaky. He’s sick. Floppy Head is taking care of him, but he’s not getting better.

They haven’t come home for days now. Maybe Fluffy Head is at the vet. Grandma from downstairs came to me last night, feeding me double portions and making me promise not to tell my dads.

I love grandma. But I miss Floppy Head. (And Fluffy Head too, I guess.)

I’m scared. Fluffy Head seems really sick. He can’t die before me. I thought humans lived very long!

They finally come home, and I scream at Fluffy Head for leaving me home alone for so long. I thought he died! How dare he!

Fluffy Head’s face crumples. He falls onto his legs, and his face is all leaky. His human pets him on the head, getting onto the floor too and holding him close. Is something wrong with Fluffy Head’s legs, why are they not working? Did someone hurt him?

(Humans can be so, so bad. Fluffy Head is an asshole, but whoever hurt him, I’ll rip their eyes out. Only I can bully my human.)

Fluffy Head keeps calling for my name. His face is leaking, the way when he’s very sad. I can understand that. I hate going to the vet too.

I almost feel bad for him, so I let his human pick me up and put me in Fluffy Head’s lap. Fluffy Head slides his paw on my back, scratching the top of my head. It’s not as nice as when Floppy Head does it. My human does it all wrong - my fur is sticking up on wrong ends. But I let him do it for a while, until I’m sure he’s not dying, and I escape again, pushing at his paw.

Fluffy Head makes an angry noise, and I hiss back at him. That’s more like it. I’m glad he got some life back in him.

Even Floppy Head looks tired. Fluffy Head is in bed all day, and Floppy Head spends his time talking to me, or talking to himself, and huffing unhappily all the time. I glare at him but he doesn’t stop.

The house is filled with a bad mood. I might not understand human noises, but I can feel it.

My human and his human are fighting. I watch from above on the top of my tower, the one with scratchy and fluffy bits that Floppy Head brought home for me a few months ago. From up here, my dads look like tiny kittens.

Humans don’t hit each other when they fight. They’re holding each other, but they’re screaming and crying. Floppy Head’s face is leaking when he leaves.

Fluffy Head stays in the middle of the room, standing still with his face leaking too.

I jump off the tower and loiter around Fluffy Head’s feet. I ask him if Floppy Head’s coming back. He shrugs, face screwed up together and rubbing his eyes with a paw.

His sadness is contagious. I want to yell at him, but I’m worried too. What if Floppy Head doesn’t come back, and my human is sad and sick forever? He won’t abandon Fluffy Head like this, right?

Fluffy Head would never abandon me. Surely his human won’t abandon him either.

I make a sad noise, and Fluffy Head assumes I’m hungry, emptying a tin into my bowl whilst still moping. I’m not going to complain about more food, so I eat. He squats in front of me, folding all his paws together and watching me dejectedly. I let him pet my head once or twice.

He keeps talking to me. I assume he’s asking me if his human will come home or not. I say yes even though I don’t know the truth, and he won’t understand anyway.

I put Fluffy Head to bed. He fell asleep curled up on the sofa, and I jumped on him, urging him to go sleep in his bed instead. He’s always sleepy nowadays. I hope the sleep will make him heal faster.

I wait for Floppy Head to come home. I’m almost asleep when he’s here, and I call out for him. He cuddles me for a while, and I’m just glad that he’s back.

My human’s mama came to take care of them both. I think it’s his mama - brown skin, fluffy hair. I’m glad she’s giving Floppy Head cuddles - he looks like he’s going to be sick too. I don’t know how to take care of humans. She feeds both of my humans, and she snuck me a little piece of beef too.

Fluffy Mama stays in the house for a day or two, and she looks like she might take Floppy Head for a walk. (I hate being taken on walks - but Floppy Head should definitely go on one.)

Floppy Head carries me to bed, and tells me ‘take care of dad, okay?’ I meow at him, butting my head into his paw to tell him I understood.

My human has been curled up in bed for days now. He didn’t even touch his food. I curl up at the end of the bed, and his cold back paw pushes gently at my belly. I don’t move, and I let him keep his paw there.

He stops fidgeting and sleeps a bit more, making small noises and curling up on his side, until his human comes back.

I hope Dad gets better soon. I miss him when he was better.

#prince simon au #CAT FIRST POV #again i am clown #i always wanna write something in pscu but i get intimidated and end up writing cat pov instead #gatorade #my beloved #prince simon cinematic universe

[cloudywilmon]

Tell me what you need (You look so free)

Chapter 2 of my Prince Simon au coming tomorrow!

Sneak Peek:

Wille pulled out his phone, clearing his text notifications and trying to push down the guilt at the unread messages. He opened Instagram, planning to aimlessly scroll, but he quickly found himself on Simon’s profile. Wille compared it to his own official Instagram account, barely used and carefully curated, Simon’s seemed so much more authentic - he wondered how much agency Simon had over it. It was strange looking at it after what had happened, seeing pictures of Simon’s curls now knowing what they felt like under his fingers, remembering the feeling of their lips pressed together. Above all, he remembered the way Simon had laughed, and how genuine he’d been. It was the first time Wille had felt truly understood in a long time, a connection between them he couldn’t quite place. He felt his eyes tear up at the thought that maybe Simon had felt similarly, his words from that night echoing in Wille’s mind, Is it so hard to believe I might enjoy your company?

What went through Simon’s mind when he woke up that morning to find himself alone in his bed? Did he feel relieved that there was no awkward morning after, or was he disappointed? Wille knew he couldn’t afford to think that way, that he couldn’t let himself get tangled up in thoughts of Simon lest he never stopped. Still, he couldn’t help the guilt he felt at not even saying goodbye, even if it would’ve been too hard. He imagined if he’d been in Simon’s position, the way he would have spiralled afterwards, wondering what he’d done wrong. 

Simon had been nothing but kind to him, Wille could have at least given him the common decency of an explanation. It felt too late to now, but with a steely breath he told himself he could at least try, Simon deserved that much. Before he could second guess himself he hit the follow button, half surprised his PR team hadn’t followed Simon already. It wasn’t ideal to message him on Instagram, Wille was sure palace staff had access to Simon’s account the same way they did to Wille’s, but it was the only option he could think of - at least for the moment. 

Part of him wanted to continually refresh his account until he got a response, but he knew there was no guarantee Simon would see it right away anyways. He forced himself to put down his phone, heart racing at what Simon might do, what he might think when he saw Wille had followed him. He turned to his back, staring up at the ceiling and focusing on his breathing, trying to get his mind to a somewhat restful state. It felt fruitless, thoughts racing through his head, one triggering another like dominos that didn’t stop falling. His eyes felt heavy, and it wasn’t until the weight of keeping them open was too much to bear that they drooped shut and he finally fell asleep.

Wille woke up to darkness, and he realised it must’ve still been early, no sign of daylight through the curtains. He felt groggy, but he rolled over to grab his phone and check the time. It was only just past four in the morning, and he was about to put down his phone to try and get more sleep when a notification caught his eye. Suddenly, he was feeling wide awake. There, in clear bold text, PrincipeDeAsturias started following you.

#yr fanfic #young royals fanfic #wilmon fanfic #yr fanfiction #young royals fanfiction #wilhelm x simon #prince simon au #my fic

[omaremioo]

"A good story should change the way you see the world." - Chuck Palahniuk

Simon split the churros between them, dipping his first one into the chocolate sauce. “Churros are my comfort food,” he said casually.

“I’m queer. Not gay. I… I don’t know if I only like guys. It’s- I still haven’t figured it out so- queer,” Wilhelm explained, embarrassed. Erik bumped his shoulder into Wilhelm’s. “Queer, then. I’m proud of you,” he nodded. 

“You’d look so pretty in a flower crown,” Wilhelm mused, fingers trailing the line of his eyebrows. Simon licked his lips before they quirked up in a smirk. “Tú eres el principito de las flores… make me one then,” he challenged.

“History, huh? Bet we could make some.” Simon’s cutlery clattered onto his plate. “Shut the fuck up, Wille,” he exclaimed, the waiter shooting them a worried glance, “Please tell me you read the book and it’s not just a freaky coincidence that you just said that.”

“You’re kidding?” He whispered, and they tumbled into the next aisle. Snacks. When Wilhelm shook his head, Simon started piling bags of chips at random into his arms. “Oh god, I’ll die if this is gonna be all over the papers tomorrow.”

When they crashed into the security gate at the palace, the security guard on duty yelled at them, “Hey! You two need to step away right now!” Wilhelm’s wide eyes met Simon and they broke into giggles before Wilhelm squared his shoulders, tugging on his shirt, and stepped up to the guard. “Good evening,” he said politely.

So it was perfectly acceptable to throw his arm around Simon’s shoulders when they exited his car in Gamla stan and headed for 7-Eleven once again — it wouldn’t raise any suspicions if he hugged his alleged best friend like that, right?

Wilhelm, inappropriately, chuckled at Simon’s clumsiness. “Karolinska University Hospital in Solna. I’ll see you there?” Wilhelm quickly said, throwing clothes at Wilma. “See you in about five hours!” Simon laughed, disbelievingly.

At the gate, they were greeted by a familiar face, and Wilhelm felt heat rising to his cheeks at the memory of their last stay there. “Hello Linus,” he said kindly, “His Royal Highness, the Prince of Asturias, requires the Guest Apartments for a couple of days. Can that be arranged?”

Simon had sprawled himself out on the throne, flanked by four Medici lions where he sat slumped with his legs spread — so un-princely, but at the same time, somehow, exuding the energy of a true king.

#young royals #prince simon au #ao3 story #stockholm

[sky-neverending]

ok so here’s my take on Simon as royalty

we all know that our boy is probably against being anything related to the royal family. BUT. BUT BUT BUT!!!

If Simon had been born as royalty? He would fucking SLAY. like my god he would be the best prince anyone could ever ask for. he would fight for his rights and be himself. he would change the country for the better.

which is why i absolutely LOVE Prince Simon AUs. bc in that specific circumstance, Simon would be a great prince. In canon? I personally don’t think he would be for it. maybe he would? but i doubt it.

anyway that’s my Young Royals ramble for the day. or not. i might have more. who knows???

#young royals #simon eriksson #simon young royals #wilmon #prince simon au #idk man #i love Prince Simon