#wilmon flirting

[wildcalendula]

up and down

[loren91]

Wille awkwardly flirting is too adorable

[loeysdiary]

THEY FLIRTING THEY'RE IN LOVE THEY'RE IN CASTLE THEY'RE BACK

[raincitygirl76]

[frogprinsen]

Wilhelm: You have… a face.

Simon: Yes, I do.

Wilhelm: I mean, a nice face. You have a very nice face.

Simon: Thank you, I guess?

Wilhelm:

Wilhelm: Look, please just accept my attempts at flirting, I don’t know what I’m doing.

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon’s Month - Purple (Rain)

day 7! @youngroyals-events

Through the power of Prince, Simon tries to pull a prince. Well, an ex-prince.

read below or on ao3 (1.2k, T)

Simon keeps glancing over at him from across the pub. Of course he does, how can he not? The ex-prince is beautiful, but it’s also the fifth time he’s been to this pub while Simon’s performing and he’s still yet to make a move. Though Simon has caught him staring dozens of times now, they’ve not exchanged one word. It definitely won’t be Simon who starts it now. Not only would flirting with royalty (even former royalty) go against every moral standing of his sixteen-year-old self, it’s become a sort of game now. How many times will he catch the little prince looking tonight?

Maybe, Simon thinks, if he performs a song that makes the first move, invites over the pretty man with the cheekbones and the auburn hair through the lyrics, then it doesn’t really count, and technically he still won.

Turning to his guitarist for the evening (a young guy named Sock, was it? Simon really needs to find a new pub; he’s tired of these poser punk types with their five-hundred dollar ripped black jeans and 4-karat nose piercings), Simon asks, “You know anything off Purple Rain?”

Sock stares blankly up at him, guitar pick dangling loosely from his lip.

“You know… the Prince album?”

There’s more blank staring.

“Are you kidding?” Simon huffs.

From over Sock’s shoulder, the drummer, Manny, shakes their head in disappointment. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot. Which song are you thinking?”

Relieved that at least one from his band has some taste in music, he holds out both hands, reaching for Sock’s guitar. “Give me that. No, just take five for this song. This is punishment for not knowing Prince.” Simon watches Sock’s eyes flick over to the corner of the pub where he knows that other prince is sitting, and it makes him even more astonished. “Not that prince. Goddamnit, Sock, just go out back and listen to some Prince, okay? The music artist, Prince. I beg you.”

Ignorant kid out of his sight, and electric guitar in hand, Simon turns back to his drummer and bassist to plan.

A few minutes later, they take the stage.

As Manny bangs out the introduction, Simon lets his eyes roam over the crowd. He can see a few older folk who’ve already recognized the song, and that makes him smile. For now, he keeps his eyes away from the ex-prince, focusing on arranging his fingers on the fretboard of the guitar.

In his head, he counts himself in, then he finds Wilhelm’s eyes in the crowd and begins to sing.

I can't disguise the pounding of my heart

It beats so strong

It's in your eyes what can I say

They turn me on

At this distance, and with the few weak lights pointed at the stage, it’s hard to read his face. He’s definitely looking back at Simon, though.

As Simon starts the next verse, he watches, pleased, as Wilhelm stands off his stool at the bar and moves closer to the small stage.

I don't care where we go

I don't care what we do

I don't care pretty baby

Just take me with u

Closer now, Simon can see that the man has clearly made an effort to step away from his royal past, what with his baggy pants and loose graphic tee. But, somehow, he still looks a little too perfect. His smudged eyeliner is messy, but in a purposeful way. His hair, longer than it used to be (Simon only knows because the gossip rags won’t stop reminiscing on the old, pre-abdication days), is clearly silky and well taken care of. While his fingers skim over the chords, Simon imagines what it’d be like to run his fingers through that hair, to mess that eyeliner up further.

Come on and touch the place in me

That's calling out your name

We want each other oh so much

Why must we play this game?

There’s a small smile on Wilhelm’s face now. He knows this performance is for him, knows Simon is calling him out. And he seems to like it.

Don't care where we go

I don't care what we do

I don't care pretty baby

Just take me with u

Simon doesn’t point directly at him, it’s more of a general point out at the audience. Wilhelm just happens to be right in the center, right in the line of where Simon’s finger directs. Anyway, Simon hasn’t been coy, he’s been staring directly at him, singing directly to Wilhelm this whole time. If anything, the pub and its usuals have probably been watching them dance around each other for weeks.

I don't care if we spend the night at your mansion

I don't care if we spend the night on the town

All I want is 2 spend the night together

All I want is 2 spend the night in your arms

Surely he doesn’t still live in a castle anymore, but even without his titles, there’s no way Wilhelm isn’t filthy rich.

Simon can compromise on a few more of his morals, though, if it means going home with the man, if it means having those long fingers wrapped around his neck, rather than the neck of a glass.

Wilhelm takes a swig of his drink, eyes locked on Simon over the rim, and Simon knows he has him.

To be around u is so-oh right

You're sheer perfection (thank u)

Drive me crazy, drive me all night

Just don't break up the connection

He sings through the last repeats of the chorus, his smirk growing now that Wilhelm’s nearly reached the stage, and he can see the look in his eyes, can see he knows exactly what Simon’s doing.

Just take me with u

Oh won't u take me with u

Honey take me with u

Wilhelm remains seated at the table closest to the tiny stage for the rest of Simon’s set, and if Simon throws in a few more flirty songs, a few extra winks, so what?

When he returns from packing the instruments in the back room, though, Wilhelm has disappeared from the room. Simon tries not to groan out loud in frustration. He shouldn’t be surprised, really, that even after so many weeks and so many longing glances, royal expectations and tradition must die hard.

At the bar, he orders a rum and coke and shoots the bartender a glare when she gives him a look. He takes one sip, then pushes it away, disgusted by the taste.

Technically, he’s got another set in an hour, but he’s not really feeling up to it anymore. Maybe he’ll scan the bar again and see if anyone else strikes his fancy. Better to go home with some other pretty stranger than no one at all.

“Can I buy you another?”

Suppressing a startled jump, Simon takes his time turning to the source of the voice next to him. He props his head on his fist and looks through lazy, half-open eyes at the ex-prince, leaning on the bar beside him. Wilhelm looks slightly awkward, nervous, but the look in his eyes is sure, and the intensity with which he stares at Simon makes something stir in his core.

“I thought you’d left,” Simon says casually, turning back towards the bar, but keeping his body half-tilted towards Wilhelm.

The man clears his throat. “I’d be an idiot to leave after that.”

Simon lets a small smile grow on his face, then looks over his shoulder, brown eyes meeting brown.

“Simon.” He holds out a hand.

The pretty man takes Simon’s hand in a warm grip.

“Wille.”

“Nice to meet you, Wille.” Simon smirks, “Are you a fan of Prince, then?”

Wille bites his lip, then leans forward slightly, Simon’s hand still gripped in his. “I’m a fan of you.”

[probablyjustanotheryrblog]

"i can...show you"

sir are ya'll going to get freaky in royal bedchambers or was this just an accidentally sexually phrased flirt

[raincitygirl76]

Reblogging yet again because of the wonderful commentary and gifs added by @darktwistedgenderplural

This is also one of the things that I really like about Young Royals. We did have that one moment of Wille panicking but I was sure he was just at the point where he was only realizing that the actual reason why he kept following Simon was not because he wants to be close to him but because he was attracted to him.

Upon realization, he expressed his sincere feelings without faltering. He even defended himself to Erik the last time they talked that it wasn't a hookup. Yeah, because he was sure Simon was more than a hookup. Until Erik died and everything crumbled as he turned into the crown prince.

[itsmadreia]

SHOOT ive been meaning to send a sentence all day and keep forgetting it, so sorry if this is late and if you're not doing them anymore!!

Wilmon "When Simon opens the door, he doesn't expect for Wille to be on the other side of it"

Hiiiii, thank you for sending me another one and I'm so sorry that it took me a while to do it, life is just chaotic here and summer is hottt. Anyways, here it is:

When Simon opens the door, he doesn't expect for Wille to be on the other side of it. After leaving the party and leaving his best friend to flirt with girls so to spend the rest of the evening inside, trying to push away the image of him making out with those said girls, he didn't think that Wille would notice his dissappearence. But it turns out that he did. He very much did and Simon comes to recognize now that the other boy is panting, like he just run a marathon. No, more like run to him, to do or say what exactly???? To apologize or—

Simon is getting ahead of himself here, so he clears his throat and locks his eyes with Wille's. "What happened? Did the girls–"

"Simon," Wille whispers, grabbing his hands and starts to stroke his fingers with gentle strokes as if he has all the time in the world to do that. "I-I... I-I think I am-"

"Wille, it's okay," Simon says to him, interrupted his rambling. "You're allowed to flirt with them, with anyone. You don't own me an explanation."

"But I don't want to flirt with girls! Or other boys! Or anyone else! I did, of course, until I came to realize that I want to... that I only ever want to-"

Simon drops his gaze and lets go of Wille's hands, silently decides to take a step back and maybe even go and hide in his room, but Wille doesn't let him. He crowds his personal space and touches his chin, bringing is eyes back to his to say, "I want to flirt with you, if you let me. Or I can... we could... Simon, do you-"

Simon leans up and kisses Wille without a second thought, gripping his shoulders and later tangling his fingers through his hair. He doesn't want to let go; he doesn't want the kiss to end once Wille kisses him back.

[wilhelmsbee]

MISSING: episode 1/2 wilmon- if found please return to me!!!!

[kdkdnfuiahuag]

wille: i love cereal

simon: me too

wille: guess we should make out then

[wilhelmified]

one thing about me... i WILL imagine wilmon cuddling. I'll close my eyes and BOOM wilmon spooning. wilmon hugging while cooking. simon sleeping on wille's chest and their newly adopted kitten sleeping on his stomach. wilmon falling asleep together watching a movie at linda's. wilmon sleeping on the backseat while sara (and felice) drives them home after a party. wilmon somehow fitting themselves on the hospital bed to cuddle when simon has fallen and broken his ankle. wille putting his head on simon's lap while reading a book. simon rubbing his nose and lips all over wille's face when wille compliments the new song he wrote. wille washing simon's curls while they hold each other in the shower. simon conspicuously sitting on wille's lap when he notices someone flirting with wille a little too much. wille keeping an arm around simon's waist whenever they're in public; you won't catch me NOT attaching wilmon at the hip in one way or another. I WILL glue them together at all times. I have two mentally ill boys in my head and if they don't have some form of skin to skin contact at any instant they'll start shrieking

[loeysdiary]

WILMON IS BACK BABY!!!

[frogprinsen]

Wilhelm, thinking: Don’t let him know how awkward you are!

Simon: Nice weather.

Wilhelm: Thanks, you too. 

[grapehyasynth]

au where wilmon meet at an exclusive, high-stakes card game and get to know each other during bio breaks. all the regulars understand that you give a good few hours but ultimately let one of the princes win, except simon - the newcomer, playing with his entire savings - is determinedly ignoring that, so people drop out of the game until it's just him against wille, sizing each other up across the table, flirting and trying to tell if the other is bluffing. when they take the next break, wille finds out that simon is betting everything on this game because someone in his life needs help, a lot of it, and fast, but simon's jaw tenses and he makes wille promise not to lose on purpose, and he'll know, because wille's got a little tell when he lies, simon has him figured out. wille steps up to him, eyes darting over simon's face. do you? simon's just tilting his chin up when they're called back in for the final hand...

[bigalockwood]

Wilmon and 'she was flirting with you. Doesn't she know your gay?'

Thank you lovely anon 💜💜

“She was flirting with you. Doesn’t she know you’re gay?” asked Wille, laughing at his best friend, Simon.

Simon shook his head and struck a ridiculous, but unfortunately sexy pose, making Wille’s insides tingle and his brain momentarily shut off as Simon’s shirt slid up and revealed a slither of skin, one Wille was familiar with from Simon bending down to pick something up, Simon standing on his tiptoes to reach the highest shelf, Simon stretching after a long day of lectures — Wille was familiar with it, but not familiar enough — only his eyes had touched it, but not his hands.

“Not everyone can have my unfailingly good gaydar,” Simon went on, and within a second, all the butterflies in Wille’s stomach died.

Maybe Simon’s gaydar was unfailingly good, but not when it came to Wille, because it had been years since Wille had fallen in love with Simon, and Simon still hadn’t caught on.

And sure, Wille could’ve told him, but he was afraid of all the follow up questions he knew Simon would ask — who had made Wille realize he was gay, did he have a crush?

Perhaps this was a bigger lie, but Wille thought one big lie might be better than a thousand small ones; so he laughed, and, when Simon slung his arm around Wille’s shoulders, tried not to melt into his side, a mantra of “He’s just your friend” echoing inside his mind.

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