#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

[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.”

👻

[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😌

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[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.

[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.

[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

[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.

[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

[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 !!

[yerimbrit]

[flufftober day 23, wc: 571] - tarot card readings : n. yizhuo

YIZHUO COMING OVER AT FIVE in the morning just to do your tarot card readings wasn’t exactly on your 2024 bingo list. now, this isn’t unusual behavior; she’s come over at all sorts of unholy hours to do random stuff, and you let her because she’s yizhuo. warmhearted life of the party, yizhuo.

“what the hell,” you mutter, remnants of sleep blurring your eyesight as you open the door to see your good friend beaming at you with a dusty deck of tarot cards. “do you even know how to use those?”

she lets herself in, scooting around you and taking her shoes off to start beelining to your messy room. you trudge after her, too tired to complain about her uninvited but not unwelcome presence. once she settles comfortably on your bed, she grins and tilts her head, “i’ll never learn if i don’t try, what was that saying again? you have to learn to run before you can walk?”

“it’s you have to learn to walk before you can run, actually,” you correct, sitting across from her on the bed. 

the girl rolls her eyes, waving her hand, “po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”

she then blows the dust off of the box, making you flinch and close your eyes before any dust ruins your day, and then places it in between the two of you, lifting the cover off. the deck is intricately designed, and you’re expecting to laugh when yizhuo gets the cards out because she absolutely sucks at shuffling a deck, but to your surprise she handles them like a professional.

perplexed, you raise a brow, “look at you, the little shit—you’ve finally learned how to shuffle!”

yizhuo sends you a playful glare, sticking out her tongue, and proceeds to faro the deck into a bridge, splitting it into three different piles on the bed. then, she draws three cards total from the piles, placing them face down in front of you. “what do you want to know about, your love life?” and without waiting for an answer, “you know what—let’s do love life. i bet you’re curious about that.”

“wait—” you try to protest, but she’s already gone into some kind of meditative state. yizhuo turns the first card over, and it’s the ‘death’ card… yikes. perhaps you have to accept your fate. “what does this mean for me, fortune teller?”

the girl hums for a second, scratching her chin, and her eyes light up with mischief. “you’re doomed.”

with no elaboration, she flips over the next card, which is the ‘hanged man’. “uh… double-doomed.”

“and,” again, she flips the last card, and it turns out to be the ‘devil’. “oh yeah. triple-doomed. sorry y/nnie, looks like your love life is hopeless—you already knew that though.”

“what was that?” you ready your fist, making yizhuo raise her hands up in innocence, “my love life is in shambles because everyone thinks we’re dating.”

good friend™  smirks, leaning back onto the bed which makes some of the cards on the top of the deck slip off to the floor. “you should be honored, babe.”

gross. “don’t ever call me that again.”

she giggles, pulling you over to lay on her chest. “i’m sleepy, babe. let’s go to sleep. it’s like six am.”

“whose fault is that? also, i told you not to call me that.”

and as expected, yizhuo ignores you. “good night, babe.”

love life be damned, you guess.

flufftober masterlist!

a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY NINGNING i didnt write ths in time i am so sorry

[grounded-parasocial]

Day 15-Simon’s Month

SECRETS!

Sometimes their relationship is an epic secret, sometimes they keep secrets from each other, sometimes there is a little bubble of secrecy around them and sometimes there’s just a little… withholding-ranging from heartbreaking to hilarious SECRETS!

Reckless Abandon @zee-has-commitment-issues by fandom_commitment_issues (E, 142K)

and Simon Eriksson: Just Some Guy From Biology (G, 5K)

Little Acorns by wilmonlibrarian (not rated- WIP- 40K)

should’ve said no (and you might still have me) @bigalockwood (T- WIP, 42K)

Incognito mode @oneofthosebells (E- WIP, 59K)

Where we left off @gulliblelemon (T, 84K)

No Tomorrow by p_brown (M, 31K)

You Are Unbreaking @unfortunate17 (E, 37K)

and Fools in a Fable (E-WIP, 13K)

Is It Over Now @iwouldnevergetintofanfic (E, 75K)

Hate Me Like You Love Me @in-amor-veritas (E- WIP, 33K)

also We Left Footprints When We Passed By (E, 131K)

also it’s a little too late for us (G, 3K)

@hillerskaconfession @piebingo (T, 2K)

You’ve Began To Feel Like Home @s0urcandy112112321 (E- WIP, 207K)

The Royal Secret by rainboze00 (M, 52K)

You and me, meant to be by makeamends (M, 20K)

Pretty Boy by littlemessss (E, 105K)

In Another Life @ungaroyals (E, 100K)

Constellations of Love @simons-purplehoodie (M, 79K)

I want you (to take me out) by witchjeans (E, 30K)

roads lead back to you by insieme (M- WIP, 22K)

take any heat - take mine @royalwilmon (E, 31K)

Faroe gone @groenendaelfic (E- WIP, 36K)

and The Prince and the Barista (E- WIP, 48K)

Play my song byElin98 @ishotforthestars (G, 54K)

Chasing Our Sunlight by fitz_y (E, 137K) Series Yours to Keep

You Kill Me @saynomorefic (E- WIP, 32K)

Language of Roses by despssurlaneige (E- WIP, 462K)

There are SO many versions of secrets in fanfiction with these two. The list it is very very long, especially if you include every time their relationship is a secret, so I did my best to trim it down. (I may have to make a separate- secret relationship- post 🤷🏻‍♀️)

It’s a community so share your secret fics if I missed (or haven’t read) any!!

Happy reading! 💜