#stella young royals

[sflow-er]

Gorgeous art, OP!

@allesistpunk I feel like you might want to see the Nilcent+Maddie one even if you lean more towards Vindie!

[simon-eriksson]

Fredrika & Stella | 3.06

[raincitygirl76]

To be perfectly honest, I found 3.06 a bit of a letdown. All Wilhelm’s problems won’t magically disappear just because he’s abdicating. And I found Kristina’s acquiescence deeply implausible. If someone has acted one way for 17 episodes, it’s tough to believe they’re magically a reformed character in the eighteenth episode.

There were a lot of things I really liked about the episode, don’t get me wrong. But for me, the entire third season didn’t hang together the way the first two seasons did. This last episode felt like such an abrupt tonal transition from the darkness of 3.01 through 3.05.

I loved that the boys (and Sara and Felice) got a happy ending. But I was hoping for….more. This ending didn’t feel entirely earned to me. The first 5 episodes of the season dealt with the downward spiral so well, and then they tried to abruptly bring everything back up again in a single episode.

Apologies if I’m going against the general zeitgeist here. But at this point I’m simultaneously relieved my four faves all got a happy ending, and feeling let down. Because they patched everything up in the space of an hour, and it was a rush.

That said, there were things I thought were spot on. Sara and Felice were note perfect. Nils and Vincent being dismayed about August’s promotion to working royal was great. And Stella and Fredrika being sapphic, but still being classist, snobby bitches. Being queer doesn’t automatically turn someone into a nice person.

But in terms of the central pairing, I’m feeling a bit let down. Like they didn’t quite earn their happy ending and I’m not quite sure it’ll really stick in the long term.

[young-royals-confessions]

I don't understand how Henry, Walter, Stella, and Fredrika are spared so much heat and criticism other characters get for being toxic, privileged, and mean. To be honest I don't see a big difference between their behavior and that of the August / Nils / Vincent crew (who I don't like either). I know it's the point of their characters but I'm still stuck on the comments they all made in the classroom scene in S1, criticizing welfare recipients and especially what Henry said to Simon about what his dad did. Then in s3 the way Stella treated Rosh like a plaything, then were supposed to root for her and Fredrika? Idk. I just don't get the love.

[crownedwille]

Prompt 34: Favourite outfit(s) by a side character for @youngroyals-events faves fest

[waltybrainrot]

first and last appearances

(i am so sorry madison but getting a flattering ss of the last scene was impossible)

(thanks for this idea @zee-has-commitment-issues)

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

ok but like marauders young royals au with marylene as stella+fredrika when???

[sadhappylady]

For Young Royals Drabble Challenge 2024

@youngroyals-events

Exotic

Stella noticed Sara's new sweater as soon as Felice and Sara entered the library, laughing together. Huh. Sara couldn't afford YSL.

Stella pursed her lips.

It wasn't that she wanted Felice to buy her things. She could afford to buy her own clothes, thank you very much. But why Sara? Why would Felice choose to hang out with Sara when she had Stella and Frederika? Even Madison was tolerable and fun.

Yes, she could admit it was exotic at first hanging out with the poor townie. But now…

"Nice sweater, Sara!" she smiled as Sara and Felice joined her table.

Chapter 3 of What we don't say

[bluedalahorse]

Vacation - (Stella x Fredrika)

Thank you for your request! I’ve never had a chance to write stedrika before. I thought about their New York trip and decided to have them interact with one of my favorite books by Nancy Garden, hope that’s okay.

Tagging @youngroyals-events because this drabble challenge was their brainchild.

Letters From Annie and Liza (link to AO3)

Read any novel in English this summer. An assignment from another teacher, before Hillerska. Fredrika chooses Annie on My Mind and wonders, later, why it made her chest ache.

Until Stella kisses her.

Fredrika rereads Annie and Liza’s love story en route to New York. A plan takes shape in her mind. A date, copied from the book. It’s the kind of sincerity neither she nor Stella easily expresses.

Her stomach tightens as they enter the Cloisters. What if…?

Then, standing before of the unicorn tapestries, Stella breathes out:

“…so beautiful.”

Maybe they can wear their hearts openly after all.

[yeebeemaxheehee]

young royals finale so good i cried for twenty minutes

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Thinking about how the biggest difference between Stella being nice to Rosh and Stella being mean to Rosh was the amount of alcohol she'd had.

[waiting-star]

ok but the way they foreshadowed roshella in s2..... 🍭

[evie-doesnt-write]

Young Royals genuinely did class criticism so fucking well. Many types I see media fall into the ‘both the upper class and lower class are just victims of a system that pits them against each other… the upper class have it just as bad just in different ways’ troupe, and I was afraid that Young Royals would do the same. But instead it ended tackling the subject very well.

Through characters like Stella, Fredrika, Nils and Vincent, we see the students of Hillerska humanised. The audience come to understand these characters as real people who are neither inherently good nor bad. We see how they are the same system that protects them and keeps them on top also hurts them. And both the audience and the show sympathises them.

But the show still holds them accountable. It shows us that by choosing the remain in the system as they are and perpetuate its values, without reexamination or revolution, they will harm not only others (as their privilege exists on the basis of others not having that privilege, on the rights of others), but also themselves.

Unless they breaks out of it, the cycle will continue. They all keep making the same mistakes as those before them for the sake of tradition. They’ll idolise tradition despite how it has hurt and continues to hurt them and how it makes them hurt others. They perpetuate suffering.

Wille and Felice can grow and change, because they question tradition and the system upheld by it, and decide to reject it. They decide on revolution. And as a result both of them end the show happy and free.

[young-royals-confessions]

Stella and Federika were always terrible people. It took the 3rd season to give us a clear view of their true colors . They are a watered down version of Vincent & Niels.

I bet Felice had to sit through plenty of tone deaf conversations with them.

[crownedwille]

Favourite non wilmon ship: Stella and Fredrika

Prompt 6 from @youngroyals-events faves fest

I've also written a ficlet about the 3.06 kiss scene that you can find under the read more or on ao3

The sheets were upside down.

That was not the first thing Stella noticed when she woke up but the body that was lying next to her. And it wasn't even a blanket, just a sheet draped over them with the tag on the upper side but it didn't matter, all that mattered was lying here with her.

It felt different and yet so familiar. It wasn't the first time they had slept together. Like actually slept in the same bed together. More nights than not one of them ended up in the other's bed, their legs and arms entangled, breathing each other's air so close they could kiss.

But they never did. Not like this anyway.

Stella has stolen many longing glances towards Fredrika's lips in those nights. How soft and plush they looked when they were in a slight pout in her sleeping state. Stella has yearned to trace them with her fingers, her fingertips itching but never daring. It would be weird, if Fredrika saw her then, staring at her, her hand stretched out. She always dropped it and pulled it beneath the sheets again, pretending that what they had was fine and she didn't want more.

But not now. Something had changed at the white party. Fredrika had been much more forward, wanting to hold hands and keep her far away from Rosh. Stella had enjoyed the attention, it felt good to be wanted.

And since they had woken up, it felt like there was an exciting static buzzing in the air and time stood stagnant. This time Stella reached Fredrika's bare arm and traced it with the softest touch of her fingertips. This time Fredrika was not asleep but looked right at her, a sparkle in her deep brown eyes.

Her skin was so soft.

Stella continued her caress while they looked in each other's eyes. They didn't say anything as if they both feared it would destroy this moment. Stella didn't want it to end. Light was pouring from the window and turned Fredrika's skin into a beautiful light brown, she wanted to touch and kiss all inches of it.

Naturally, her eyes found Fredrika's lips again, Stella couldn't help herself. She was drawn to them like she was drawn to every other part of her body and longed to taste it.

Fredrika noticed and her eyes dropped down. For a moment nothing happened, they just stared, their breaths standing still, Stella's hand coming to a halt. It was like they were the only ones in the room, it didn't matter that Felice and Madison were sleeping barely a few metres away. Nothing else mattered.

And then almost imperceptibly, Fredrika leaned in closer. Stella echoed her movement. It was slow, hesitant, in a way they weren't used to.

They never shied away from physical touch and affection, they were closer than most. They shared almost everything, clothes, jewelry (even a toothbrush once on accident and when they noticed Fredrika had shrieked how gross that was and Stella had agreed laughing but secretly she hasn't hated it), they've known each other for so long. They were best friends, they had no secrets from each other.

Except that one. Stella was in love with her best friend.

She didn't know exactly when it had started or maybe there has never been a time where she wasn't. At age eleven she didn't know how to categorise those feelings she had, of course you love your best friend, everyone feels this way about their best friend. And slowly, slowly she realised it was different. She had denied and repressed it for a long time, tried to get with guys and have feelings for others. But boys, ugh, none of them ever made her feel as thrilled and joyous than when she was with Fredrika.

At age 14 (maybe it was a bit too soon but who cared) she had let a boy fuck her for the first time. He was 16 but still had no idea how to pleasure a girl. None of the six guys (it wasn't three, she had lied during the Tjejsnack game) she has forced herself to sleep with came close to making her come. Not that that was everything but perhaps it would've saved those experiences. If only she could come from a guy's dick inside her and be turned on by masculine grunts and a hard build. But there was nothing, nothing at all.

(She couldn't count the times she had masturbated to her best friend instead, with her hands and the small vibrator she had tucked deep, deep inside a drawer inside a sock. It wouldn't be so bad if Fredrika found it, they were girls, they knew they masturbated and Fredrika probably had one too but Stella wouldn't bear to look her in the eyes and lie to her about what she was fantasising and feel shame, shame)

But now they were lying in bed together, clad in only their white tops and underwear and were inching closer to each other. It felt like forever, the moment an eternity until suddenly their lips touched.

It was a small kiss, soft, tentative.

Her lips were so soft.

It wasn't the first time they had kissed but at the same time it felt like the first. Stella had memorized the feeling of Fredrika's lips the few times she got to feel them at one of the parties at palatset, both too drunk to have inhibitions left and consider the consequences. It had become a bit of a pattern, them making out at parties and no one batted an eye.

They laughed about it together after with Felice and Madison who told them how entangled they had been and couldn't stop kissing but it was cool, it was fine, that's what happened when you're drunk. Everyone made out with their best friend, it didn't mean anything. It certainly didn't make you a lesbian.

And so Stella could hide her secret desire and disguise it as just a drunk hiccup that otherwise meant nothing. She had started to look forward to the parties where she could let go and pretend for one night that it was real, that she actually had Fredrika like this. (Sometimes she even played drunker than she was but she still never dared to be sober for it)

Those kisses were heated, rushed, without any real coordination or plan. Stella was familiar with the inside of Fredrika's mouth, she had tasted her tongue and mapped it out, tried to soak it all in and consumed her with all she could. But this, this was the opposite of that. There was no rush, no alcohol taste lingering, just the chaste feeling of each other's lips.

One thing the kisses had in common that there was no structure or plan. They didn't know what they were doing, despite all the physical affection and kisses they had shared, this felt more intimate than anything before. It was scary. Really fucking scary. But in a good way.

Stella tentatively opened her mouth and let Fredrika in. She wanted to take it slow and cherish this moment but she was also so impatient. Now that she had her, she wanted to do everything with her and push and push but she restrained herself. She didn't want to ruin this, she needed to let Fredrika lead, she needed to know if she wanted it as badly as she did.

And Fredrika responded. She inched even closer and closed the small distance that has been between them and her hand glid over Stella's arm the way Stella had done to her before. It brought shivers to her skin and Stella pushed her arm closer. She felt Fredrika smile against her lips and her hand was moving lower underneath the sheet, resting now against her bare stomach, her touch so soft and warm.

The kiss didn't speed up, only barely getting more heated until they both ached for more. Stella let the hand she had dropped earlier reach out again and dared to put a hand on Fredrika's thigh.

It felt revolutionary to be kissing her and holding her and touching her like this. Nothing had ever come close to this. There was no pretense, no hidden motive to their intimacy. And yes, it felt so much better when you did it with someone you loved, Fredrika was right after all. Stella had always rolled her eyes at Fredrika's romantic notions but in reality, she was the fool for actually wanting those things.

Stella didn't know where they were going to go from there, if this led to anything more. She couldn't bear to think of going back to just best friends and ignoring this moment that happened between them just like all their other make outs. If Fredrika did, it would break her heart but she would accept it and move on. As long as they had each other. She just didn't want to lose her.

But Stella dared to have a glimmer of hope that maybe this time it was different. It felt different. She wanted it to mean something. Whatever this was, whatever it meant, they had the summer to figure it out. They had all the time in New York City waiting for them to figure it out.

So Stella pressed her lips against Fredrika's more forcefully, their legs entangled together underneath the sheets and savored this feeling, this moment that wasn't going to be the last if she had any say in it.

[itzmoss]

i recently came back from a trip and i saw an interaction at a rest stop and it just stuck in my head cus it was soooo walty coded

basically as i was walking in, a group of friends were walking out

and two boys linked arms and started skipping together

and the girl behind them was just like “NO NO THEY ARE NOT WITH ME THRY ARE NOT WITH ME!”

it was so funny

but yes it was henry and walter and the girl was prolly stella lmaooo