#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!!!

[toffeelemon]

It’s been 62 days since I last touched you. Since I’ve seen your smile, and had your blue eyes look at me in adoration. It’s been 62 days, and all I can think about is how I’m half a person without you.

There are days that I curse ever having met you. Felt your touch burn my skin, your fingers press promises into my skin. Maybe my life would be easier if I didn’t have you in it. But what kind of life would that be? My heart is yours, and your heart is mine.

Sometimes, I wonder if anyone has ever experienced this kind of love. I wonder, am I really so special that I get to have this and no one else? It can’t be true. 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.

Our love is the purpose of this life.

I’m awaiting your return to me with bated breath, my love. I’m awaiting your gentle touch, your skin against mine. I am awaiting you.

Vincent, to Eugen, from Chapter 5 of I Don’t Feel Like Our Love is Brand New (aka the Prince Simon AU) by @prince-simon

[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!

[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

[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.

[8-0mph]

Ice loser party

and drawovers.

[cammy-mcspammy]

More au images bc why not

[squidinu]

Wood and Fire [oc bullshit]

[daylightaftertherain]

you’re so right about your tags on the cat with sunglasses picture i’m screaming

skkdjdjd hcs about gatorade are my favorite thing in the world 😌😌

[realmofthefirebird]

Some miscellaneous MLP AU stuff because I'm insane in the brain

[cappycodeart]

Bit of an art dump with some Fern content. I didn't get enough Fern fill in the new series tbh so I started hypothesizing a scenario where she and Itchy could meet? So, in this version of things, this is a Fern that gets re-cursed/re-grassed after Fionna restores the magic in her world, and Itchy tries to find a way to make her human again. Turns out they have more in common than I initially expected. When I connected the two, I realized they actually make for a fun parallel, like Fionna and Simon do.

(this is obviously many many years AFTER Itchy's adventure with that AU Betty I just don't have the braincells to finish a single plotline so I'm making y'all jump around with me. I'll make a proper timeline of events eventually, <3)

Bonus:

[prince-simon]

Let’s spread some love for WIP’s!!

Add a line of your current WIP and tag someone else to do the same 🖋️

@hergrandplan and @toffeelemon both tagged me so thank you for that!!!

i'm gonna share a snippet from prince simon ch 17 (yes. i'm still working on it. i'm not abandoning it no matter how long it'll take me!)

i'm excited to dive back into that universe!

“Mmh,” Wilhelm gave a small nod, smushing his lips against Simon’s sternum. “We should get kittens too.” “And object them to Gatorade?” Simon snorted. His eyebrows were raised dubiously when Wilhelm looked up at him with an eyeroll.  Wilhelm shook his head. “Leave your feud with Gato out of this,” he admonished good-naturedly, pinching and then tickling Simon’s sides until he was squirming away from him. Wilhelm laughed along with Simon, not letting up, as he tried to hoist Simon over his shoulder in an attempt to throw him in the pool. Simon didn’t give up his fight though and they play-wrestled until Wilhelm lost his footing and they both tumbled over the edge. For a moment, Wilhelm prayed that their vacation didn’t end in split skulls before he was submerged in water. He came back up coughing and spluttering, Simon not faring much better. The cousins were cackling in the background, unperturbed by their struggle.

read on ao3 here

idk who to tag but if you wanna do this pls share!!!

[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)

[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.

[sevs-corner]

Smth smth tf 141 as dragon princes and they’re looking for a harem to satiate their curse but instead fall in love with human you, found during one of their conquest as they finally take over the human kingdom and you as their last and sole heir

Alas, they’re corrupt, hearts blackened ever so slowly from a curse left uncured since birth. One that has been thru timelines and only ever once undone by an unnamed and banished forefather-- forgotten and erased by time for shame for what they did.

But once they chanced on the opportunity to hold you in their arms, they felt like they could breath easier— heart lighter of the chains that bind it

Though not all is well on your end, from the distasteful looks of the other people in their harem to the mistreatment of the servants onto you, you’re left spiting the very men who caused your people’s downfall

Your compassion holds you still of ill will, but the burn of watching your home crumble lingers and overthrows those empathetic emotions

So you’re avoidant, doing everything possible to get enough funds and escape the castle

Yet the dragons are insistent, loving the chase even, as they revel in the feeling of catching you and entrapping you in their chambers once more

Its a nightmarish cycle until the darkness no longer lingers above the land of the princes

Mind and hearts now clear of any curse— and they are free.

Except you aren't.

You’re still trapped.

But now that they’re more willing- you use this to your advantage, lure them into a false sense of security, doing anything of their whims just to get them to trust you

After awhile, you do get that opportunity, but are now held back by the memories you shared with them, goal now blurry as do the lines from that define them as good or bad in your tale.

They are bad! You convince yourself.

But that wasn’t truly them— they were cursed. The other voice in your speaks.

Pushed onto a life they had no control over, just. Like. You. It continues to debate.

And this one moment of hesitation ruins everything.

Plans foiled and back to step 1 you went.

A/N: blurbies from all the manhwa inspired stuff i read before kjdsfkjdlkf (masterlist of my other stuff 'cause i swear i have proper format brainrot on other stuff there)

[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???