#faroe gone

[groenendaelfic]

Summary:

The Queen is dying; parliament is about to name August Horn of Årnäs her successor; and Simon Eriksson is rushing across the ocean armed with nothing but a ten-year-old piece of paper searching for the boy he fell in love with when he was sixteen, or rather the man who is Sweden's rightful next King.

Simon Eriksson is a fool.

Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Young Royals (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Simon Eriksson/Wilhelm Characters: Simon Eriksson, Wilhelm (Young Royals) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 01, Future Fic, Wilhelm Never Returned to Hillerska, Aged-Up Character(s), Wilhelm Needs a Hug (Young Royals), Simon Eriksson Needs a Hug, Wilhelm leaves it all behind and starts a new life, on the Faroe Islands, Pining, Smut, Tender Sex, Anal Sex, Angry Sex, they are both absolutely hung up on each other, August exists, Wilhelm has a dog, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[piggyinparadise]

Scrolling through Julius instagram I realised this is how I imagine Wille in Faroe Gone

Faroe Gone by @groenendaelfic

[junk-whunk-punk]

i'm just a freak in love with @celebrimbot 's OCs i can't fuckin exist with them on de same planet in de same world😩😩 ama slut for them ngl✌ im showboating oki✌

silly sketchlists w de ultimate super pup lil lad Farohîr and de ultimate tiny giant bunny Harnathir😌

aasssssSSSSSSSsssSSSSsSSssSSsSsSSSsssss💃🥂

[groenendaelfic]

I have! 👻 and I am so delighted that it hasn't been forgotten yet!!

Writing the prologue was quite the experience and something I've never tried before.

There will be more. The story and idea is very dear to me and I have many plans for it. Oh and of course only Wille will be able to see ghost!Erik. 🙃

Possibly blasphemous opinion (but something that made me laugh as I envisioned it.) Something I find interesting about Erik is that I don’t think he would have predicted Wilhelm *or* August falling so hard and so epically and commitedly for an Eriksson sibling. He talks to both of them like he expects them to be having casual flings and not taking things too seriously. Kind of makes me wonder if his ghost is wandering Hillerska and shaking his head at his real little brother and his boarding school little brother like “you two are both under 20. no need to put a ring on it yet, okay? Calm down.”

👻

[luci-z-wont-shut-up]

Just had the worst Terrible Horrible No-Good Idea

Okay so let's say that jarthur fulfills their end of Kayne's deal and by some big fucking miracle he actually upholds his promise, with no catches, caveats, or extra "surprises". They don't get any sort of punishment from him, he gives them their reward of being sent back to their world, a body for John, AND Arthur gets Faroe back (maybe not technically *his* faroe but I don't think it would matter to him all that much, idk u get the point). All carrot, no stick.

Kayne has been satisfied, with this timeline at least.

He leaves them alone.

. . . the same cannot be said for Horig.

[optmstcontmblr]

If I had a nickel for every franchise I got into where an underlying theme was clones fighting machines. I'd have two nickels... which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[flying-fangirls]

Hey so like. You know how Faroe is the lighter, yeah? How she is the constant source of warmth and light that guides Arthur through the cold, dark, and unknown? And you know how Arthur can never seem to lose the lighter? How she always finds her way back to his side, no matter what happens or tries to pull them apart? And you know how the lighter is the one thing of Arthur's that forces like Kayne cannot touch? How she is the one piece of Arthur that they can never harm or steal away? You know how Faroe can never truly be gone because she is entwined into Arthur's soul? How she is not just Arthur's light, but also his hope, his resilience, his love, his foundation? How she is all the strongest and most beautiful parts of him?

Yeah. Yeah you know that, and I know that. And now Arthur knows that, too.

[capesch-arts]

Coda

I must say, Faroe...

...!! What the-

That was unexpected..

D-dad? No... You're...

I'm afraid not. Well, Faroe. I'm impressed. You continue to surprise me... Now, what will I do with you?

Jane...

Hm?

Jane.. you... Where are they?

They're back home, right where they belong. Where they're supposed to be. Granted, they are causing a bit of a fuss.

They said they'll fight you..

Oh and they did. But, it's quite a difference when an ant tries to conquer the sun, don't you think? I'm sure it'll all work out in the end.

... Don't... *Sob*

You want them back, don't you?

I want them to be safe...

You want them back.

I.. yes... (Tears start to well up in her eyes)

Tell you what, dear, (Gently wipes Faroe's tears)

You've peaked my interest and I'm not shy in watching a new play. So... you can have them back.

Jane? You're going to...

And I'll clean you up as well. Your arms and legs? I'll heal them. And those awful blood stains? Gone. I can't have you go around with a piece of a god covered in blood. You'll even have your body back, but not your eyes, no. You only have eyes for them.

Why? What's in it for you?

Smart. Just like your father. Well, Faroe it's not everyday I gift an unworthy human such as yourself a fragment of myself, and despite Jane's little rebellion... I'm feeling quite generous for you both... Unfortunately, such a gift doesn't come with a bit of a price. Let's say... Their memories.

Their memories? What do you mean?

They won't have their memories. All of it. The day you met, the ritual, the Dreamlands, Carcosa? Nothing. A blank canvas. They won't remember any bit of humanity they learned while you two were together.

What? What- No! Why can't-

Come now, Faroe. If the two of you are truly for one another, then it shouldn't be a hassle. You'll teach them again, won't you? Or do you truly doubt yourself?

So? Choose.

While my mood is still elated, of course! And I'm beginning to feel bored...

I- I need time to-

Three.

Wait!

Two.

Fuck sake- please-!

One.

YES! Deal...

(he laughs, darkly) Very good, Faroe. I can't wait to see how this goes.

Break a leg, dear. (Disappears)

Hello?! Is anyone there?

[Don't you remember?]

(how angry would you all be with me if I said The King said this all in Arthur's sweetest and softest dad voice to her? Just to kick her more to the ground?)

New guide since Yellow fellow's in the mix:

[This will be Yellow's dialogue]

If the King's dialogue in Arthur's body is BOLDED and Italicized, that means he's using his real voice, not Arthur's.

[arthur-lesters-middle-c-key]

I’ll forever be annoyed that Malevolent doesn’t stop to recognize the significance of a PIANIST choosing to bite off part of his PINKIE FINGER. No matter the hand, the pinkie is maybe the second most important digit for piano playing, behind the thumb. (Second and third fingers, SIT BACK DOWN.)

Your pinkies are hyper-attuned to hit the right notes in a root chord, pick out an overall melody while the rest of your hand is playing a harmony, hell, it’s the start of most scales. As a pianist, I’ve put years of procedural memory into training just my pinkie fingers to do their jobs and if I lost part of one I would be devastated, even as a hobbyist.

There’s so much symbolism potential there, too! I love that John in general has control of Arthur’s left hand, which on piano controls the low notes, the accompaniment to the melody, and the root and stability of almost anything you play. It mostly supports, though can sometimes intertwine with the right hand or branch off into cello-like melody of its own (chopin does this a lot it’s great). That conceptually fits John SO WELL. Not to mention the idea of Arthur being so guilt-ridden with Faroe’s death that he distances himself from being a pianist at any opportunity, only to be reeled in by an Eldritch force that explains EVERYTHING to him as piano… the possibilities make me scream.

…Unfortunately though, I don’t buy the ‘the symbolism is there’ argument for this one, it’s FAR too niche to expect the average audience to know what exactly a professional pianist would value (besides the ~oooooo no don’t break my hands~ beat that every pianist character in a thriller/horror/action story ever seems to have gone through at some point), and malevolent goes out of its way so often to explain symbolism.

I think my frustration is that Arthur having trauma surrounding piano, losing direct control of his left hand, and losing/replacing his top pinkie joint, doesn’t have many narrative consequences. (Didn’t even talk about how a wooden pinkie would probably fundamentally change the sound/timbre of your playing, which would be cool to see reflected.) Arthur seems to be able to play piano fine even with John controlling his hand, and enthusiastically does so at several points post- starting to process Faroe’s death in the dreamlands. It’s fine as a narrative choice, there’s a story to tell after all, but I’ll always miss the character intricacy that could come from exploring these consequences and backstory specifics.

[samglyph]

I felt the need to draw kayne holding faroe because when we hear him talking to her off screen, that’s the scariest part of the episode for me. I mean obviously the threat is terrifying, and in the scene with the bath Kayne is arguably saving Faroe’s life but god. Can you imagine being Arthur. Your baby is alone and she’s already in danger, she’s already doomed and the blame still falls on you despite your attempts to come to terms with it, and then you can hear her but you’re just out of reach and a being that has murdered thousands, millions, tells you to stay put and goes to talk to your daughter without you. He saves your daughter from your mistake, but now he’s made it abundantly clear that he can interact with her. That even though one threat is gone, a much, much bigger one has come to take its place.

[groenendaelfic]

Faroe Gone Final Chapter Sneak Peak

So there's still lots of editing I need to do before I can post the whole thing, but with tomorrow looming I thought I'd share something "happy" and "cheerful" to distract y'all.

Have fun reading the beginning of the final chapter and hope you enjoy! 😇

Simon doesn't know if it's the sudden fog, his tears, or the fact that all he wants to do is be a fool and turn back around again—the first one, definitely the first one—but he drives back to Tórshavn at almost a snail's pace.

It doesn't matter. He has well over a day until the ferry makes its return journey to Denmark and nothing else to do except go over his time with Wilhelm again and again, replaying the good times and the pleasurable times and wondering if he could have said or done anything to change the outcome of his journey—other than realizing that all of his feelings were mere nostalgic illusion and fantasy, which of course turned out to not be the case.

Quite the opposite. Real Wilhelm was so much more than what Simon made him out to be in his head. There's so much he's missed. So much he doesn't know yet and which he desperately wants to find out.

It hurts, and yet there's nothing else Simon can do, no other choice which wouldn't hurt more sooner or later.

No. Simon tried. He did the best he could and that is enough. It has to be enough.

Simon had to leave while he still could.

The road ahead of him is empty, no one else in sight. No people, no cars, no sheep. Nothing except the wet, cold fog swallowing up everything and a rushing noise in his ears which might be the wind or the ocean or Simon himself.

Simon blinks away another tear and keeps driving, turning up the heat and hoping it will help.

It doesn't.

On the next island he passes a camper van. It's parked, and Simon thinks he can make out a brave tourist trying to take a picture, but he isn't sure. It's not as if there's much to see except an endless wall of grayish white.

Maybe that's the fascination.

Wilhelm told him that there are thirty-seven words for fog in the Faroese language, and while Simon laughed and told him to stop kidding, he's sure he's already experienced half of them, and it's only been two days.

Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but contemplating the uselessness of taking pictures of fog is a lot more bearable than lingering on the fact that he'll never get to be with Wilhelm again, never feel that satisfied ache in his muscles, not like this, and really how long can a grown man cry before he's all out of tears?

Pretty long he guesses.

Simon once stopped Ayub's baby daughter from attempting a daring escape on all fours, and Simon swears she was crying forever. Not that he blames her.

Crying is cathartic if it's anything, but if she could produce that many tears because of nothing more than a foiled plan to explore the stairway, then how many will Simon be able to shed before he's all wrung out? He’s a lot taller than her after all and guaranteed to not forget the reason for his tears even after being presented with some candy.

Simon doesn't want to know.

Simon wants to keep driving through this fog forever, because all that's waiting for him at its end is the mundanity of his never-changing life and a scandal revealing the Crown Prince to have been the victim of underage revenge porn thanks to his second cousin and presumed successor, and that is guaranteed to make it worse, to drag Simon’s name back into public awareness.

He should probably call home and warn his mom, warn Sara, but facing them will be torture of an entirely different kind, and also the investigative journalist they chose is a good one, one bound to build a case and not blindly believe her sources before going public, so there is still time.

Not too much though, as there is an impending deadline if the Royal Court and the Prime Minister are to be believed, or at least Simon would really prefer news of August’s deeds to overshadow him being taken into the line of succession.

Not that he’s so naive as to think a mere article can do more than delay the proceedings at best—although one can always hope—and ideally the journalist and whoever else gets a say in choosing the right time will see it the same way, but all of that is still more than half a week away, so why burden his family before he absolutely has to?

No, he's not going to call home yet, but maybe he should reserve a room before he gets back to the capital.

He decides to do it the old fashioned way and pulls over at the next opportunity. A viewpoint, or so he presumes the sign a few meters away from him would tell him if only it was clear enough to see.

He wipes at his cheeks and opens his phone. There are plenty of options for him to stay at. Small, privately owned places, holiday homes with kitchens and living rooms, quaint little hotels doing their best to sell their Nordic, rustic charm to tourists wealthy enough to make it there, and of course a camping ground, because unlike Sweden, the Faroe Islands don't allow one to set up camp anywhere else.

Simon doesn't choose any of them. He wants a warm but bland room, boring and inoffensive and as likely to be in Tórshavn as on the other side of the world.

Something as far from Wilhelm's colorful and most definitely handmade and expensive wooden furniture as he can get, and so he books himself a room at the first—and only—international hotel chain he can find, something he'd never do otherwise, and pretends that he's looking forward to it. The hotel has a fitness center after all and well over a hundred rooms. Simon is almost going to feel like back home in Uppsala.

Not.

He sighs and makes sure he received a confirmation for his booking, before he throws his phone onto the passenger seat and sighs again.

Somehow, magically, or rather because he's on a windy archipelago in the middle of nowhere, the fog is starting to clear. He can see a few meters of grass now, and then a cliff, and below it the cold, dark ocean pretending at being calm.

Simon wants the fog back, but when has he ever gotten what he wanted, and by the time he's back on the road he swears he can see a tiny patch of blue sky up ahead.

The hotel is on the outskirts of town and exactly as impersonal as Simon hoped it would be. He isn't hungry, and so he goes straight to his room and falls face first into bed.

The sheets are white and the pillows are white and they smell bland and clean and inoffensive, nothing at all like Wilhelm, and why would they?

Simon hates them. Simon also hates the hotel, but it's not as if he's in the mood for sightseeing, and as he isn't willing to take a shower yet—what? He's alone, no one's going to smell him, and isn't that the entire problem?—all that's left to do is turn on the TV, because he's for sure not touching his phone again any time soon.

Not when that would mean having it confirmed with every passing minute that he was a fool to leave Wilhelm his number. Wilhelm isn't going to call, but Simon would rather live in denial for as long as he can.

The TV does not greet him with an info screen as Simon expected, but an English speaking news channel, the volume turned up way too loudly, and Simon turns it off again as fast as he can.

Wallowing in self pity it is then.

Unfortunately Simon's usual answer to bouts of self-pity—angrily jerking off to thoughts of Wilhelm—is not an option right now, because Wilhelm is the entire reason for his misery, and so he grudgingly reaches for his phone after all and starts up a game which would work much better on a computer screen.

He's just about to finish off the newest boss, when a text message pops up.

If I do it, it reads. Then can we

The sentence stops halfway through, and Simon almost has a heart attack.

The delay in his reaction is enough for him to be killed instead, but it's not as if Simon notices.

Wilhelm. It has to be Wilhelm.

He taps the message, and while that makes it larger, it doesn't change the words.

He almost calls Wilhelm back right away, because Wilhelm is swaying, is reconsidering, and Simon wants that, he wants it so bad, to have Wilhelm back in his arms and his life, but also Simon already told Wilhelm that he can't be the only reason Wilhelm returns, that this is a life changing decision if there was ever any, and that Wilhelm needs to make it for himself and not for a hope of them maybe working out, and so he doesn't.

Instead he waits an excruciating minute and then another, just in case Wilhelm wants to add something or pressed send too soon, but no further message follows.

Simon curses and swears and kicks up his feet, because now he has hope again and that is great, but also torture. He doesn't want Wilhelm to get the wrong impression, doesn't want him to think that Simon wouldn't be willing to pick right up where they left off if he could—in the bedroom that is, not when it comes to fighting—and maybe they could also go on a date which has been nineteen years in coming.

Simon wants that. Simon really wants that. How can he not, now that he's had a taste, has spent time with Wilhelm, just Wilhelm, has had breakfast with him and done chores with him and played with his dog. Simon wants Wilhelm back, now more so than ever.

Simon knows he's an idiot, thinking of romance and dating when he just left the love of his life behind, and even if he hadn't, a returning Wilhelm would have much different things on his mind. He'd have to. He'd have no other choice. Things like his dying mother and the throne and the public reacting to his return after ten years in exile.

Wilhelm wouldn't have time for Simon, no matter how much Wilhelm would want him. Not for weeks and not for months. Simon would have to sneak into an assortment of palaces with the eyes of the entire nation on nothing but them if he wanted any time with Wilhelm at all, and Simon wouldn't want that. Simon doesn't want secrecy and sneaking and lies. Not that'd even be an option, what with the press and curious bystanders everywhere.

There is another option of course. The only one Wilhelm would ever consider coming back for. The one which at first glance sounds perfect because it means being with Wilhelm and standing by his side. It would also mean giving up everything else in Simon's life though, but what has he really got to lose? Why stop being foolish now?

Wilhelm told Simon that he's it for him. Wilhelm loves him. Simon's already traveled across an ocean. What's one tiny text message compared to that? Why can't he be selfish just this once and fuck the risk and the idiocy and the fear of what will be in one year? In five? In ten?

It all might end in disaster, but it might also not, and why should he be miserable if there's even the slightest chance at some fleeting happiness. After all it's not as if the email Wilhelm sent isn't bound to upend Simon's life anyway, and it's not as if Wilhelm is actually going to come.

Simon wants to be happy.

Simon wants to be happy and now there's a chance for it and so why not take it? He's done stupider things before, like coming here in the first place, so he might as well go all the way.

He doesn't text Wilhelm a yes, doesn't make any promises. He texts one word and one word alone, followed by a number, the name of the hotel and his room number, and maybe that's the biggest promise of all.

He doesn't regret it. He couldn't stay, not without making his inevitable departure even worse, but now he's done his part and the ball is in Wilhelm's court, all the balls are, and Simon is here and waiting.

For a ferry. For Wilhelm. For the life they could have had.

Fuck.

[nikoisme]

I've always interpreted Arthur as someone who is uncomfortable with being "bound" to someone/something. For example, he might have liked Bella, but not the idea of marriage and everything that came with it. He loved Faroe, but couldn't handle the constant weight and responsibility of fatherhood (in episode 31 he says "there were moments, years later, that i enjoyed the freedom of a life in arkham. Untethered. The ability to have a drink with a friend, to spend the evening out without anyone worrying about me, without anyone wanting me. Did that mean i was happy faroe was gone? Did that mean, in some small way, i appreciated the death of my child?"). Which becomes interesting when he gets literally bound to John and has deal with it, whether he like it or not. He has to take up the responsibility and weight that comes with their relationship

[tumb1rprincess]

I know Arthur’s trauma and grief has been talked about a lot, but for some reason, I just started thinking about his loneliness and how that follows him around almost as much as his trauma and grief does.

He’s felt cut off from everyone ever since he was a kid. The loss of his parents made him different from everybody else and he knew it. He tried to raise Faroe on his own and that must have been a very lonely feeling, being a single parent and knowing your kid is relying solely on you. Then she slipped through his fingers, just like Bella did, and he’s alone again, until Parker finds him. But eventually, he’s gone too.

Then John shows up and everything changes and he’s even more different and cut off from everybody else. But he still clings onto John, even after he hurts him, because he doesn’t want to lose anybody else and be alone again. He makes the deal with Kayne to not only save John, but to have someone with him, the loneliness is just too much to bear.

As much as he cares about John though, he still longs for a human connection, and tries to find it in New York when John starts slipping away. But then Oscar gets hurt and he has to leave him behind and it’s so painful for him. Anyone who’s brought into his world runs the risk of getting hurt and he feels he needs to cut himself off to keep people safe. Noel is lost too, who knows what happened to him. Then he’s sent to medieval England and he’s a fish out of water, stuck in a completely different timeline, where he’s more out of place than ever.

The loneliness is a part of him just as much as his trauma and grief and isn’t that something we all can relate to? That feeling that you’re different from everybody else, you’re outside the circle, you’ve gone through things you feel nobody else could understand? And letting someone in is such a vulnerable feeling, but if your loneliness is too great, you’ll risk it anyway. And it’s so much scarier when you’ve been hurt in the past.

[grayscale-sparks]

Malev 49 spoilers!!

“the light is leaving with the floor above”

Obv that’s literal but light means hope and right after Arthur loses all hope.

the light from the lighter is “far too dim” it’s not enough, even this little bit of hope is not enough.

Oscar’s words aren’t just gone, they’re washed away. Water taking away all hope, once again. He’d lost everything. It’s not just no fire/no light this time, it’s worse. It’s water.

water took away Faroe, it was storming at Addison, Oscar’s words are washed away.

and yet, John reciting Invictus gives him hope. He lights the letter and the light is finally enough. He has enough hope and he fights and wins and survives

[saynomorefic]

2024 fandom review

Ty for tagging me @willesredlights @phneltwrites @grounded-parasocial <3

This is going to be a mishmash of formats I've seen, so thanks everyone for giving me ideas

Fics written

I started watching and writing YR this year, so 2024 has really been huge for me in returning to fandom and fic writing. I wrote 27 works (plus tumblr ficlets) and 117k words, by far the most I've written!

First fic posted in 2024: You Kill Me (WIP) 2024-02-06

My love letter to Young Royals. Anyone who has read this, thank you and sorry, it's deeply personal and my raw initial reaction to watching the show.

Last fic posted in 2024: Ghosts of Simons Past 2024-12-23

Silly little christmas fic!

Fav fic I've written: Let's take this overboard (WIP) 2024-06-25

My Mediterranean yacht AU! Ah my beloved. Thank you to everyone for showing this story love. It's still going, I'm just putting the pieces together. How do you pick a direction when you have so many?

It's been a big year of writing :) I haven't written creatively for about 9 years, so it's safe to say Young Royals and this community have ignited a creative spark I didn't know I had in me. When I was a kid my dream was to be a writer. Getting emotional here, but it's hitting me that in a way, that dream has come true in a way! I know fanfic is not technically professional writing, but in a way it's cooler - we don't get to just message our favorite "real" authors whenever we want, nor do bigger authors get to experience being in a club of writers like this! (actually I wouldn't know, but w/3).

Thank you to every single person who has sat down and read my little stories, you guys truly don't know what you have given me and how much it means.

Fics read under the cut <3

Fics read

I can't give a number, but I have bookmarked 117 fics since 2024-02-11, and it's safe to say I've read at least 4x that.. so uh.. it's a lot :''))

This is a list of favs after going through my bookmarks, and definitely not an exhaustive list of all the fics I've read and loved from this past year. Thank you to ALL writers out there for your amazing work <3

First fic I bookmarked/ read: objects in motion by Capiche

Last fic I read: Under the Mistletoe by @vvachillessongvv (so cute!)

Some favorites I've read this year:

Stairway to Heaven by @unfortunate17

the person responsible for finding young royals, and this was one of the very first fics I read! Heartbreaking and wonderful.

Something Real as Pain by @crownedwille

I love how this story directly engages with power differences between Wilhelm and Simon, and I'm so proud of these two <3

be the place you call your home by @phneltwrites

I love them so much. No one does post-canon like you! such a unique writing voice and characterizations to match <3

Faroe Gone by @groenendaelfic

Pining Simon. Pining Wilhelm. Remote island-farm-cottage sex. What more could you want?

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

One of the first long fics I read, and these two will never leave me.

darling, lost in the darkling woods by Ripki on ao3

honorable mention to Align, but this noir gripped me like no other.

Fright Fest! by @enjoythesilentworld

I adore everything about this, horrorific, whumpy and visceral <33

sleep, dream, you, repeat (live, die next to me) by @espejonight28738

This little gem! The Midsommar AU. So so good, so well written.

bittersweet ecstasy (I pick my poison and it's you) by wthbaby (ao3)

An amazing ABO fic that's more werewolf /fantasy than anything!

The initiation - sorry if we got a bit rough by @silvagrey

A really interesting look at the aftermath of Wilhelm's initiation ritual, and a type of canon divergence I've never seen!

A Glimpse of Us by @simons-purplehoodie

An early love, read this in April and was swept away.

Look at us by @willesredlights

So hot, so sweet, and bonus that it was a gift for me! <33

to color with two by @wildcalendula

I love the way they communicate about sex here. So tender and loving and lovely. Just this whole series!

The Way We Were by queerofthemonth (ao3)

Damaged popstar Simon. Sad Kronprins Wilhelm. Fuck.

Cock by @stretchoutfics

Just so much to say about pining and sexuality crisis Wilhelm. It feels so realistic, and I love their communication here.

One, two, three (Not only you and me) by @skibasyndrome

So much communication, so much trust, so much honesty. And the LAPDANCING? Also, thank you so much for every kinktober contribution, promise we are all very grateful <3

Where We Left Off by @gulliblelemon

So tender, they will literally be in my heart forever. It's time to re-read!

come closer and see into the dark (WIP) by @bigalockwood

I can't decide what's better, unique magical ghosts or juicy slow burn interpersonal relationships at the YR ghost agency. Love <3

losing a friend is the hardest part by psyanky on ao3

God do a love break ups and second chances. And everything psyanky writes.

We're Going to Be Friends (Lilac Grove) by wilmonlibrarian on ao3

I'm so in love. Borrower Simon is adorable, and it blows my mind how this author created this whole world.

I am awaiting you (WIP) by @toffeelemon and thatgayprince (pls help me tag on tumblr!)

I am so in love with Princess Simon and Wille here. Uadhakjsdha

i've got power in my hands (and it's yours for the taking) by @starvalisedham

The library fight from August's POV. There are LAYERS here, and I love how much is up to interpretation reg. his perception of Wilmon.

maybe now maybe here tonight by @dreamyelectronicmusic

I love a getting back together fic, and the writing! I'm in awe.

My Home for All Time by @hergrandplan

Amazing contributions for Wille's month! Every ficlet and morsel.

words written down by @caramelpenguin

Every single one. how do I pick? Thank you for always sharing these beautiful snapshots with us <3

this is the golden age of something good and right and real (Painter AU) series by @alltoowille

I couldn't choose bc the first part was INSANE. and then I read it and realized there was 50k+ after? Think I ascended. Thank you <3

and last but not least obviously by @grapehyasynth

Changed me. Changed how I write, and then changed me again.

Final reflections

I wanted to say I loved helping celebrate Wilmonhits5k on ao3, and big thanks to everyone who participated through fic recs and commenting.

I have to mention the people that keep this fic world turning through fic recs, making gifs, fandom engagement, and more! @simonsapelsin @youngroyals-events @kruemel8 @sillyunicorn @grounded-parasocial @books-books-smolderinglooks @impossibleknots @sillylittleflower and too many more to list. You guys are truly the best <3

If we have never chit chatted, feel free to come say hi! <3 Happy new year to you all, and here's to more YR magic in 2025.

[please-stop-finding-me]

Long version of the "things that are so dear to me" season 1 relisten notes | Season 2 | Season 3

Arthur immediately interested when he learns people can come back from the dark place... Don't

Newly blind Arthur keeps stepping in puddles through the first few episodes

I love Arthur sitting on the porch sulking, the image is delightful and he's "tired and frustrated" oh baby boy you ain't seen nothing yet.

Arthur wanting to focus on staying warm and safe (he doesn't get to. But back then he at least considered it lmao)

John describing the baby as a piano player for sure some day oh the heartbreak

"friend"

Arthur always asking for tea instead of coffee

"I feel that warmth within you" Arthur feeling John change in himself is so ?!!! End me

The pure tenderness of John telling Arthur he'll meet him in the dark world when he dies the first time

Love that they entertain the idea of settling down for a few days to rest and investigate. There is a universe where they got to do that.

"I trust that you wouldn't abandon me. I trust you." / "You shouldn't" all to Faroe's theme (+ me drowing in the background)

"Promise nothing will happen to him" finale, he's so gone already

"My fractured soul has become entangled in yours" I am a simple man and here is on of my favorite quotes!!!

Dreamlands time baby !!