#wilmon in another universe

[jj-draws-stupid-things]

day 20: wilmon in another universe

young royals inktober

this is inspired by the book cover “in deeper waters “ by F.T. Lukens

i wanted to draw wilmon as pirates for soooo long and finally found the opportunity!!

and yes i know that “in deeper waters” is not about pirates but i love the cover of it so i wanted to recreate it

also i kinda wanna write a one shot about this, maybe i’ll do it someday

[justfriendsbestthings]

Baking with Wilmon ✨

[crownedwille]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Young Royals (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Simon Eriksson/Wilhelm Characters: Simon Eriksson, Wilhelm (Young Royals), Original Character, a small appearance from Malin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Simon Eriksson, Alpha Wilhelm (Young Royals), Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, how to be in a healthy equal relationship when your instincts are telling you the complete opposite, they're still working on it, Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Oral Sex, there are not enough fics with Wille getting a blowjob and i'm here to rectify that, this was supposed to be merely porn but it gathered a bit of plot because i couldn't resist, mostly in the 2nd chapter, Not Canon Compliant with Young Royals (TV 2021) Season 3, i recommend reading the first part to understand the dynamics and backstory but you don't have to, Unlabeled Wilhelm (Young Royals), Also an important tag Series: Part 2 of Something Real As Pain Verse Summary:

It has been a week since Wilhelm's speech. Simon and Wilhelm are adjusting to the new changes in their relationship while coming to realize certain things are harder to let go than others.

[unfortunate17]

(wilmon.) Shivers run down his spine when Wille's fingers draw lines across his back.

another university!au - apologies that this isn’t the greatest, I’m currently on a train to Naples and exhausted LMAO

thank you for the prompt 💕

Shivers run down his spine when Wille's fingers draw lines across his back. Normally, Simon would be embarrassed about letting some rich boy from class he’d only talked to a handful of times press him up against a wall during the middle of a crowded party, but inhibition seems to leave him entirely when faced with Wilhelm’s warm eyes and hands.

Simon still remembers the first morning of the semester. He’d been late, blearily squeezing into a seat and trying to make sense of the syllabus already projected up front, when someone had tapped his shoulder. When Simon had looked up, it’s had been like all of his senses had come alive at once. Suddenly, he was wide awake, blinking back at deep, dark eyes and tumbling, soft-looking hair.

“Sorry,” Wilhelm had whispered to him, discreetly trying to hand him a phone. “Is this yours? I saw it fall.”

Simon had hastily checked his pockets, flushing when he came up empty handed. “Shit,” he’d cursed, “yeah, fuck. Thanks.”

And the rest, as Ayub often jokes, had been history. Slowly, as the weeks passed, Simon begins to enjoy quick hellos, the thrill of their shoulders brushing in class as he pretends to pay attention, and the sizzle of something more sparking in his chest whenever Wille meets his eyes.

All said and done, Ayub thinks he has a crush. Simon, however, vehemently disagrees. Wilhelm is smart, pretty, and funny - it’s only natural that Simon enjoys his company even if the Rolex on his wrist costs more than Simon’s entire tuition and Wille’s second cousin and brother lord over the university rowing team that Simon had tried out for last year only to be brutally cut despite being better than half the people there.

“Don’t feel too bad,” Wilhelm had tried to reassure him once. “Everyone that made it is a family friend. Erik and August can’t really cut them without it being awkward.”

“Then why do they even have try-outs?” Simon had grumbled, crossing his arms as Wille snickered beside him, his own rowing team t-shirt stretched distractingly across his shoulders.

It was always these little details that remind Simon that Wilhelm is not like him - that his family has millions upon millions of kronor, multiple summer homes - Wille had once mentioned a chateau in the south of France - and an aristocratic group of friends that look at Simon like he’s nothing more than the dirt beneath Wille’s expensive shoes.

Which is why he’s still stunned that he’s here, on a random Friday night, in the large penthouse that Wille shares with Erik and August, with people that have never spoken to him in his life.

Begrudgingly, Simon admits that maybe, just maybe, Ayub is right about that crush after all. It’s not like Simon can really deny it when Wille has him up against a kitchen wall, his mouth hot and slick as it works its way across his pulse point and down the length of his throat.

Simon gasps at the slight sting of teeth, tangling his fingers into the short hairs at the nape of Wille’s neck. He tugs weakly, trying his best to angle them back into a kiss.

Wille makes a sound of protest at the interruption, but when Simon tips his head back to wordlessly ask for a kiss, he leans in immediately, crushing their mouths together.

The sounds of the party - pounding bass and the tittering of the crowd - all fade away under the boom of Simon’s heartbeat.

“Wille,” he murmurs, relishing the feeling of Wille’s firm, warm grip tightening around his waist, “can we - ”

A gaggle of people walk by, one of them jostling them hard enough that Wille has to pull away. “Yeah,” he replies, voice delightfully breathless as he pushes his mouth to the crown of Simon’s head, “my room’s down the hall.”

Simon swallows, heat flaring in his stomach. He nods, taking Wille’s hand in his own. “Okay,” he tucks in close enough to smell Wille with every inhale, dizzy despite the lack of alcohol. “Let’s go.”

Wille kisses his forehead again before he turns, half dragging Simon out of the kitchen. Just before they reach the hallway though, he freezes, turning back to Simon with an odd expression on his face. “You want this right?” He asks, eyes searching. “With me?”

“Yeah,” Simon breathes, pressing their bodies together. It’s hard to imagine anything he wants more. “Please.”

“Okay.” Now, Wille looks a tad uncomfortable, “I just - I need to know that you’re not just doing this because you think I’m going to like - give you money.”

Simon feels like he’s been dunked headfirst into ice water. He takes a shocked step back, flinching. “What?”

“I mean like, like,” Wille squirms, “my family’s - you know who they are. And I’m supposed to be careful about the people I associate with because everyone wants - ”

Simon rips his hand away, humiliation making his face feel hot. “So you think because I’m not - I have a job, Wille. I don’t need your fucking money.”

Wille’s expression is blown wide open, his eyes rounded with horror. “That’s not how I meant it,” he insists hotly, “I just - I wanted to make sure.”

“Don’t worry,” Simon shoves his hands in his pocket, turning to blindly push his way in the direction of the door. He’d been a fool to come here in the first place. A fool to think someone like Wille would ever take someone like Simon seriously. “We’re done here anyway.”

“Simon, wait,” Wille scrambles after him, tugging at his shoulder, “please don’t leave. I didn’t mean to - ”

“You did,” Simon sneers, the beginning of mortified tears burning at his eyes, “this never would’ve - I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Forget I said anything, okay?” Wille grips him tightly, spinning him around. Simon watches as neon lights play across his lovely face. “Let’s just - come on, Simon. Please.”

And Simon wishes desperately that he could - aches to even. But his pride is burning almost as much as his face is, so he shakes his head wordlessly, resolutely forcing himself away from Wille’s intoxicating presence.

The last thing he sees before he shuts the door behind him is Erik and August coming up to each sling an arm around Wille’s neck, steering him back in the direction of the kitchen. For a moment, he irrationally hopes that Wille will shake himself free, that he’ll follow Simon out into the night and back to his house. Instead, he watches, stomach sinking, as Wille only smiles in response, leaning into Erik’s side as the crowd swallows them up.

[skibasyndrome]

wilmon + "sometimes wille can almost pretend that the heat of his skin seeping into the marble isn't his, that the coldness is in his fingers and the stone is warming them up"

FINALLY I'm getting to this snippet. This is part of a universe that @grapehyasynth, @themarsbar and I cooked up in a frenzy, in which Wille is a sculptor who is reincarnated again and again, while Simon, the love of his life, his soulmate, his muse, isn't. And so, in an attempt to keep his memory alive, to keep a fraction of the Simon he knew in the world with him, to feel close to him again, Wille spends every waking hour perfecting his art. Lovingly named the Wille sculptor AU. I hope you enjoy!

and because I don't feel casual about this AT ALL there's already a moodboard (please please PLEASE notice those few sculptures that are like EXACT replications of Simon.... sculptor Wille is alive and out there, I tell you)

Sometimes Wille can almost pretend that the heat of his skin seeping into the marble isn't his, that the coldness is in his fingers and the stone is warming them up. If he stays up long enough, until all corners of the workshop but one are engulfed in darkness, and the only oil lamp on his work bench is casting a warm glow onto the cold stone, then he can almost believe it. When the white surface turns orange in the soft light, the shadows evermoving in the flickering shine, Wille can let his imagination run wild, can let his mind play tricks on him. It's in those moments, late at night, that he almost has him again. Wille lets the sanding block glide over the slope of Simon's shoulder, softly, gently, like the skin is real, warm, pliable under his touch, like this is the body of the man he loves and loves and loves. And when Wille picks up the brush, dusts off the smooth curve of Simon's clavicle, it is him, warm, dipped in golden light. Unable to stop himself, Wille puts his hand there, index finger tracing the collarbone, thumb grazing over his adam's apple. In another life, the skin would have moved with the vibrations of laughter or of Simon saying his name. In another life, Wille would have felt Simon's hands on his own shoulder, perhaps on his upper arm, holding him close, keeping him there. Wille lets his eyes slip closed. If he keeps the touches light, if he only lets the pads of his fingers trace along the stone, it's almost like he's there again, caressing Simon and committing the dimensions of his body to memory. When he closes his eyes, drowns out the silence, listens to his own breathing, he can almost convince himself that it's Simon he's hearing. Quiet and warm and alive on his bed next to him. He knows he shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't get caught up in these types of musings, should put an end to the fantasy before it takes over him, before the rib-cage-crushing sense of dread sets in, the one that always comes afterwards. But he doesn't stop. Eyes pressed firmly shut, he moves a trembling hand upwards, just lightly following the column of Simon's throat, feeling silky smoothness, gentle curves. And it's enough, just about enough, the light touch that doesn't let him feel the unyielding firmness, to bring him back. Wille's breath gets caught in his throat, and if he only puts enough thought to it, he can will the breath into the marble in front of him.

His palm settles on the polished surface of the statue's cheek, too cold, much too cold at first. Wille presses his eyes shut tight, letting his warmth sink into the stone. It's Simon, he's just been outside in the cold winter air and Wille has pulled him inside, worried he'll catch a cold. Wille is trying to warm him up, trying to make sure he'll be okay. Wille's thumb moves as if of its own accord, tracing the bridge of Simon's nose, so so cold from the wind outside, then catching on the divot between his lips. And Wille can't resist. He's spent so long, has spent days just trying to get them right, those full, soft lips, trying to recreate the perfectly rounded edges of his cupid's bow. Has spent hours remembering what Simon's smile tastes like, and even more hours trying to translate the feeling into strokes of his chisel. Here they are now, perfect, so perfect under his touch that Wille chances a look. And even like this, especially like this, glowing in golden light and with the shadows cast by Wille's fingers over them, this is him. If Wille could only... Against his own better judgement he surges forward, has to angle his head up - first mistake, he never had to tilt his head up like this with Simon - and melts against those lips, molds his own along the soft curves. But it's wrong, this is all wrong. The stone is cold, so icy cold it's not from winter air, so hard and unforgiving that it isn't, it can't be him. The vision shatters into a million little shards that cut Wille, cut his lips, his throat, his chest, cut him to the core. He stumbles back, a gasp rushing out of him. Cold, it's too cold, he's too cold, the stone is too cold and nothing he can try to tell himself could change that.

Thanks Martina for planting this beautiful gorgeous stunning HEART-WRENCHING sentence for me!!!! My gratitude knows no bounds (and like I said, love is stored in the AUs you push around with friends). 💜💜💜 I definitely, definitely wanna turn this into a longer fic because holy SHIT!!!!

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll write you (very likely a lot more than) 5 more sentences!

[grapehyasynth]

Wilmon + "Wait, you too?"

When people were debating, recently, whether it should be vampire Wille or vampire Simon, human Simon @skibasyndrome and I were like, why does this have to be a competition? Why is it either/or?? More cake! This is born from that.

"Wait, you too?!" Wille laughs as he recognizes the bloodtender taking his order from behind the bar. "You're a vampire?"

Boris completes a neat pour and slides the glass of blood over to Wille. "And I own this bar."

"You own Hemophilia?" Wille turns to his boyfriend, who's just clambering onto the stool beside him. "How did I not know Boris was a vampire?"

"We all are," Simon tells him, one of his fangs adorably snagging on his lower lip as he smiles and rubs Wille's knee affectionately. And now that he says it, Wille can see the headmistress and Vincent playing pool further back in the room; a picture of his mother, the Queen, in a black gown hangs on the far wall, as does a poster of the members of ABBA posing in coffins. But Simon goes on. "We all are, except when we're not. Sometimes we're human. Sometimes we're superhuman. Sometimes we're dead. Sometimes I'm a vampire and you're a human, or you're superhuman and I'm a cat. There's a werewolf bar down the street. It's all just more cake."

"Blood-red velvet cake."

"Devil's food cake."

"Transylvanian Forest cake."

They clink their glasses and drain the blood. Wille gestures to Boris for another, but Simon hops down from his stool and takes Wille's face in both of his cold hands, kissing him with blood-slick tongue and a warmth neither of them have truly felt for centuries. "Okay, babe, thank you for the drink. Someone's starting a new fic and I have to jump into the first chapter. Maybe I'll see you there. Or maybe we'll meet back here."

"In infinite universes," Wille nods.

[the-impala-is-my-home]

wilmon 💜 + “Simon stumbled out of the bushes.”

Simon stumbled out of the bushes.

Well, this certainly wasn’t how he’d planned his day to go - but when his awfully persistent ex-boyfriend Marcus had turned around the corner while he was talking to Wilhelm, a (admittedly rather cute) guy from his politics course about their randomly assigned upcoming group project he’d panicked and well, what was he supposed to do except pull the other man into the bushes with him and hide?

In hindsight, he probably could have at least just jumped between the branches alone without quite literally dragging someone he’d talked to a total of two times -including today into his relationship problems as well and retained at least some sort of dignity, but it was clearly too late for that now.

“Look Wilhelm, I am so fucking sorry about that, that was totally out of line”, he starts, cursing his impulsivity, “and I totally get if you want nothing to do with me after that, so if you want, I’ll talk to the prof about switching partners”, he goes on, turning around to where Wilhelm is… huh, not looking weirded out by Simon at all but instead grinning at him?

“It’s Wille” he says, picking a leaf off his shoulder, “and you really don’t have to apologize for that, escaping from annoying people is unfortunately something I am well acquainted with after two years of going to the same university as my cousin”, another leaf is picked from his shirt, “but if you would like to, you could always make it up to me by letting me buy you a coffee and telling me all about what that guy did to make you bolt like that?”

Thank god, Simon thinks and steps closer to Wille, “I’d really like that”, he murmurs and then adds: “you missed a spot”, picking a small branch out of Wille’s hair and letting his hand rest there for just a millisecond longer than necessary.

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Thank you for sending in a sentence! :)

[the-words-we-sung]

Thoughts and pictures - S3E5

And we're getting into the hard episodes...

This first scene is sad and terrible. The shot of the broken glasses and pink condom, the background so dirty and creepy... And my poor Wilhelm trying to deal with this new knowledge about his brother...

"You could say that W's lack of communication became rhetorical. [...] Was it a conscious strategy by W? [...] Maybe he was just in the wrong place, and chance decided his place in world history." -> So I have no idea what Valter and Henry are talking about but it's interesting that they say that just after the scene with Wilhelm and Erik's "words" during the awful initiation. Was Erik in the wrong place at the wrong time? (Also lack of communication: the big issue of Wilmon this season...)

Sara being immediately so suspicious when she comes back home to see Micke all happy and energetic. But also her little hopeful smile when he tells her she can drive him to the test to calm her nerves 😞

His mother is "trying to keep all of that" from him? Really? While his father keeps telling him he needs to be ready to take over? Ludwig sucks. And again telling Wille how perfect Erik was, that he didn't have this "darkness inside of him". Can't he ever have a real conversation with his son? Annnnd hanging up right when Wille was asking about Erik. I am so heartbroken for him 😟

I hate this scene >< Wilhelm is so mean to Simon. He lashes at him immediately. Simon doesn't even have time to answer anything and Wille is already accusing him of judging Erik. I know he's angry and hurt and lost but I hate how mean he can be in these situations...

I think it's really the moment that I realized how hard it was starting to be for me to believe in them as a couple. They can't communicate. Wilhelm is so hurt and lashes out at Simon as a result. And I've seen a lot of people saying how it was between Simon and Crown Prince Wilhelm that the communication was off and impossible, not between Simon and Wille, but I disagree with that: Wilhelm here is not the Crown Prince, he's a grieving teenager who's brother's perfect image just got shattered to pieces. And they still can't manage to talk.

Sara waiting for Micke to pick her up... Another heartbreak ><

Why is Wilhelm convinced that Simon was judging Erik?? He really didn't. And please please please, can't you just go back to your therapy sessions with Boris? You so badly need them Wille :/

"It fits you perfectly." In which universe did this blazer fit him perfectly Linda? xD Why did they choose something so big?

Sara breaking down... I had hoped for maybe a bit more, like an honest conversation between her and Simon before he forgave her, but the scene was still cute.

Wilhelm wearing a simple black jumper: yes please. He looks so good.

And another cute scene between them to make us forget how fucked up their relationship is right now... ^^'

And see? Wilhelm can decide some things and have his voice heard. He did well during his birthday ceremony thingy but then put his foot down and refused to have August come to his birthday dinner. He didn't yell, was very calm and assertive, and Farima said okay. The idea that he would be completely stuck behind a script to follow as Crown Prince (and then King) is absurd to me. He has a voice. He can actually makes things happen/change. (Yes I will die on this hill 😆)

(Okay the girls are just so cute in their little uniforms 🥰)

Cuties being friendly again !!

Gosh the difference between how lively the dinner at school is compared to the stiffness and silence of the birthday dinner >< And Kristina, girl, wtf are you doing... I know you're still trying to deal with Erik's death but was it really necessary to bring up how perfect he was during your other son's birthday >< Can't you be there for him? Can't you try harder to help him? To just be his mother when it's his birthday and he's officially introducing his boyfriend to you? 😩

I don't hate this scene between August and Sara. I appreciate the development and to see where they both are at that moment. Also this shot is very pretty!

And another bad scene between Wilhelm and Simon... Why does Wille keep being so mean? Again I know he's hurting so much but fuck. Why can't they actually talk to each other? Well, why can't Wille actually talk to Simon?

This scene between Wilhelm and his parents was so fucking important. So fucking needed. I'm just sad that it happened so late in the season. And that it didn't really change anything.

What can I say about this last scene? Edvin and Omar are incredibly good actors, their tear-streaked faces are heartbreaking. Simon breaking up with him was expected I guess at this point. It was really getting hard to believe in their relationship... But what a terrible moment to do it! I wanted something cute out of a scene when they're both in pajamas and sweatpants in Wille's bed 😩

So it is "easier" to watch these episodes now that I know exactly what's gonna happen, but it doesn't really make me like them more >< This episode was probably the first one that made me dislike Wilmon as a couple. And it's not a fun thing to realize ><

I'll try to wrap up this rewatch tomorrow with the last episode! (And I'm already trying to think about how I will deal with rewatching the whole show in the future, because this season is not giving me the happy happy butterflies that the 2 first did ><)

[maloubundgaard-blog]

Random Wilmon headcanons pt. 1

A few of my, many, Wilmon headcanons for our favourite fictional couple! I will probably end up doing another post at some point.

After completing their high school education they’ll move in together either in Stockholm or Copenhagen, before going to university

Simon will probably study music, anthropology, or social studies.

Wilhelm studies either psychology or something with business.

Wilhelm did ballet as a kid and therefor he is really flexible.

Simon had long hair when he was younger, and he is seriously considering growing it back out.

Wilhelm will often, unconsciously, twirl a piece of Simons hair around his finger when they’re sat next to each other.

Simon gets nauseous easily and will get carsick within minutes.

Wilhelm suffers from almost chronic shoulder pain due to being tense with anxiety.

Simon sometimes suffers from migraines that will have him curled up in pain and throwing up. Wille will dutifully hold the puke bowl and rub his temples for him.

Wilhelm struggles with falling asleep and especially without Simon.

After getting back together for good, Simon has a hard time being away from Wille. Simon finally feels able to show all of himself, be vulnerable and share his emotions with somebody, and Wille has become his safe place.

Simon has always been Willes safe place, and now that nothing can tear them apart any longer, he makes sure to be the same for Simon.

Neither om them likes the dark, so they have a little star shaped night light plugged in every night.

Simon doesn’t feel comfortable using public restrooms and needs Wille to stand outside the door waiting for him.

[raincitygirl76]

Linking to The Green Journal, a completed Wilmon fic by AO3 author VariousMolasses. There is also an incomplete sequel, The Green Journal Part 2, but I’m linking to the completed story.

It’s an AU where Prince Wilhelm and his best friend Felice are attending university in New York City, him taking advantage of not being a celebrity in the States. Wille meets another Swede abroad, a troubled boy from Bjarstad named Simon.

This is an AU, definitely, but a really interesting one, where Simon has gone a different direction from canon. He’s sleeping around as a way of dealing with his past traumas. Which works great until he meets a guy he really cares about (one Wilhelm).

[saynomorefic]

Hi! For the Wilmon 5k asks (great idea).

💎🪼💖🌞 (or if you’ve already done these, any others you’d like to choose!)

💎 fav AU - Obviously by @grapehyasynth

This masterpiece Normal People AU. The way that universe mirrors some aspects of canon while almost giving both characters another chance(s) to be messy and fail and still so in love with each other. So many scenes live rent free in my head. (Also you know the fic is good when it's based on another work of fiction and you don't even bother with the original bc you know it won't be as good).

���hurt so good - We Left Footprints When We Passed By by @in-amor-veritas

Post-canon (canon divergent?) second chances aka the Cheating Fic. I was rooting for them and screaming at them in the same breath. I think my life shut down for 3 days while I read the whole thing.

💖 fav wilmon I wrote - has to go to You Kill Me, if they're doing their best to love each other despite the odds. It's an AU with musician Simon and Swedish-American wealthy Wille. (WIP)

🌞 made me laugh - Lilac Grove by wilmonlibrarian on ao3 (sorry I don't know ur Tumblr!)

So I would say not laugh in a ha ha way, but perhaps grin ear to ear with joy? The Borrowers fairytale / crown prince wille au where Simon is a borrower, aka 6 inches tall. This is the cutest thing I've ever read, and I am so amazed by how creative the author is. (Also Marcus is hilarious in this universe.)

<333 thank you so much for the ask! Send me emojis and I'll give Wilmon fic recs

[oneofthosebells]

Soulmates with a twist! Also... Threesome????? 👀

Hi! Thanks for the ask! 🥰

Soulmates with a twist: so this one is set in a universe where people think soulmates might exist - the concept appears in all cultures across history - but no one's really sure. There's no physical symbol or sign, just the widespread belief that soulmates aren't able to lie to each other. If I can pull it off, the reader will be left guessing whether Wilmon are really soulmates or not…

Snippet:

It might be the drink too that makes him ask, “Do you like it here?” “No,” says Simon immediately. “Why not?” “Because everyone here ignores me and treats me like shit for not being one of them and I miss my friends from home.” His eyes widen, shock if not the beginnings of horror on his face; but Wille is a little too drunk, too floaty, too intrigued by this boy with the glowing halo and beautiful curls to notice.

Threesome fic: Ha. Okay. So I saw someone recently ask about looking for confident Wille fics, and my brain came up with this: self-assured, sexually confident Prince Wilhelm sleeping his way through university has a on-off, casual, FWB, open relationship situation going on. He and said casual boyfriend pick up Simon at a party for a threesome. After that night, Wille becomes a little obsessed and meets up with Simon again. But when he tries to deepen the relationship, Simon refuses - because, as we eventually discover, he got the wrong end of the stick about Wille's (by now mutually ended) open relationship, thinking it was serious.

Another one of my fics that was meant to be just pure filth and ended up being all romcom plot instead. 😂

Snippet:

“Are you okay?” Felice asks now as they wander towards the drinks table. The room is crowded and warm already, the noise levels rising as someone turns the music up loud. “No.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “No.” Wille grabs one of the bottles of beer from the table and uncaps it. “I want to get drunk, I want to get laid, I want to forget my mother and my brother and the entire fucking royal court exists. Cheers,” he adds, tapping his bottle against Felice’s plastic cup, a little disappointed at the lack of a clink. “Speaking of, Tomas arrived yet?”

Ask me about my WIPs!

[sflow-er]

PSA about fanfic locking

I'm making a separate post about this and also putting it in the YR tag in case any of my guest readers missed it this morning:

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Fic list under the cut for your reference.

Young Royals fics by Sflow

Supplementary facets (S1 ace Henry universe):

Other people’s secrets: Retelling and expansion of the s1 canon and an “alternative s2” from Henry's perspective. Outsider POV of Wilmon, a personal growth journey for Henry, and a story about his friendship and eventual ace/allo romance with Walter.

Matters of adjustment: Standalone bonus epilogue to OPS. Shows Walty + Wilmon enjoying some time at the royal family’s summer residence. Mostly fluff but also features a few more serious topics.

The real deal (WIP; currently under revision): Prequel to OPS from Walter's POV. In addition to his personal growth and relationships, the story also examines the social dynamics of Hillerska in pre-canon and early canon.

Not nothing: Optional part of the series: a non-smutty sex-themed one-shot that shows what happens when Henry and Walter do decide to have sex. Mostly Henry’s reflection and dialogue between them (posted for Ace Week 2022).

S2 Walty snippets:

Bright ideas: Missing moment/scene expansion for s2ep2, showing what Henry was up to before, during and after the locker room scene. Also includes his thoughts on Wille’s situation and Wilmon, and his discussions with Walter and Wille.

Like you better: Fluffy missing moment between Walty at the end of s2ep4. Can be read as queerplatonic or romantic.

Last chance: Walty first kiss + ace talk fic set after S2. Not consistent with any of my other fics. Contains discussion of past acephobia, previous sexual experience, and aversions (posted for Ace Week 2023).

Other fics:

Årnäs, February 2016: Pre-canon character study/backstory focusing on August and his father. May explain some things about his views on women, romance, and life in general. Contains some heavy stuff including emotional abuse/manipulation so please check the tags!

[Untitled S3 Walty fic]: S3-compliant ace Henry/allo Walter friends-to-lovers fic hopefully coming soon! Will also be locked so if you want to read it, now is a good time to make that account.

[unfortunate17]

Wilmon (university AU) + "Wille, can we please talk?" 💕

I'd love to see more scenes of the university AU, either with mine or with another prompt from someone else 💜

I have such a bad headache lmao so hopefully this makes sense and lives up to the hype. Here’s a much requested continuation of the university au scene (I’d read that first if you haven’t this is going to make no sense without it)

“Wille, can we please talk?” The words are out of his mouth before Simon really knows what he’s going to say.

It’s a dull, gray afternoon, icy early winter wind whipping through Wilhelm’s gold hair as he freezes on the edge of the stairs, one hand still awkwardly braced against the banister. Simon watches as his shoulders bunch up when he turns around to face him. “Uh - “

“Please,” Simon almost stumbles down the steps as he dodges the bodies of his classmates. “Please just give me five minutes to explain.”

Wilhelm’s expression is guarded as he straightens the buttons of his coat. A muscle ticks in his jaw. “What’s up?”

It’s the first words Wille has said to him in weeks. Simon had always treated his company as an annoyance, but the winter days seemed darker than usual without his warm presence by his side. Simon misses Wilhelm’s endless chatter, the way he always leans in close to ask if Simon understands the material, if Simon wants to study together, if Simon is free this Saturday, if Simon is tired, if Simon is having a good day or not -

Simon swallows against the onslaught of memories. “I’m sorry for what I said that day,” he says at last, “It was - I was having a bad day and just kind of took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

Wille’s expression crumples further, a far cry from the boy Simon usually knows him to be. “Sure,” he nods, “apology accepted.”

Simon blinks, thrown. “So you mean - ”

“I mean apology accepted,” Wille’s voice is tight as he takes a hesitant step backwards, jerking his head towards the library. “And if that’s everything, I really need to - ”

Simon watches him for a long moment, taking in the color of his eyes and the high, aristocratic cheekbones one last time. “Yeah,” he deflates, “that’s everything. Have a good day, Wille.”

“Cool,” Wille nods again, shooting him a tight lipped smile. He turns, taking two more steps towards the library walkway. Then, he pauses. When he turns back around, his expression is frustrated, defensive. “You could’ve just told me, you know?”

“What?”

“You could’ve just told me to leave you alone,” Wille clarifies, tone unreadable. “You didn’t need to let me embarrass myself for four fucking months. I wasn’t like - if you wanted me to stop talking to you, I would have.”

Now, Simon looks away, shame steeping in his belly. He scuffs his shoes across the pavement, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “I didn’t want you to stop talking to me, Wille.”

Truthfully, complaining about Wilhelm during his shifts had almost become a ritual. A way for Simon to preserve his stubborn indignation while simultaneously allowing himself to secretly enjoy Wille’s obvious devotion. It was easy, simple - entertaining even. And it was all fine because Wille had screwed him over, Simon had told himself - he deserved it.

“Really?” Wille asks darkly. “Because it sure as fuck feels like it. Like, you’re clearly only apologizing to save face - ”

“That’s not true!”

“Isn’t it?” Wille takes a step closer, his eyes bottomless. There’s a ghost of an unhappy smile up-ticking the corners of his mouth. An ugly emotion for someone so lovely. “I heard what you said when you thought I wasn’t there, Simon. What I don’t fucking get is why? What the fuck did I do besides maybe beg you to hang out when you didn’t want to?”

A spark of fury lights under his skin. “What the fuck do you mean what did I do?” Simon hisses, suddenly enraged. “Remember soc 10? We spent days - ”

“At my house,” Wille interjects fiercely, voice cracking. “You - I thought we were at least friends, Simon. I thought you might even - ” he bites down on harshly on his lower lip, the skin breaking as a dot of blood bubbles up to the surface.

Anger flares bright and hot under Simon’s skin. “And whose fucking fault is it that nothing happened? You didn’t show up to the fucking final, Wille. I had an eight hour heads up that you were dropping the class the day before the final exam. I fucking failed that class because of you.”

A ripple of emotion slides across Wille’s face, gone too quickly for Simon to catalogue. Then, his shoulders slump in defeat. “I - didn’t know.”

“You never asked.”

“Simon, I - ” Wille trails off, squeezing his eyes shut as he rocks back and forth on his heels. When he opens them again, there’s something haunted tucked behind his pupils. He clears his throat, words coming jilted, “That week - I - and you’re right, I shouldn’t have done that, but my brother - he - I got a call right before dinner that he - ”

The ground opens up beneath his feet. Simon feels bile rise up the back of his throat, Sara’s words echoing in his mind like a gong: I heard from Felice that it was a family emergency.

In front of him, Wille looks crushed, and for a moment, Simon thinks he might be sick. “Wille,” he breathes, aghast. “I didn’t - shit, I didn’t even know.”

“How could you?” Wille snorts softly, “I never said. Or asked, right?”

“That’s not how I - I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks,” Wille gives him a lopsided grin, “but you don’t need to be sorry. Really, I should be thanking you.”

Simon stares at him. “For what?”

“That was the worst week of my life,” Wille shrugs, the motion too practiced to be casual, “but thinking of you - it helped a lot. Like - knowing that I could come back here and see you made me feel like I still - had something.”

Simon opens his mouth to speak, but there’s a fist where his voice should be. So instead, he surges forward, tipping up on his toes to throw his arms around Wilhelm, relishing the way his hands immediately hold him close. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into the soft cashmere of his scarf, “Wille, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Wille murmurs to him, sniffling, “You’re right. I’m not - that was shitty. I didn’t even think about it until now, which is even worse. And - ”

“Stop it,” Simon squeezes him tighter and buries his cold nose in the warmth of his neck, “no more apologizing.”

They stay like that for a long moment, fallen leaves decaying at their feet. It’s going to snow soon, Simon thinks faintly, a thin sheet of sparkling white to blanket the campus yard. He shivers when another gust of wind hits him, curling instinctively closer to Wilhelm’s warmth.

Finally, Wilhelm’s grip on his waist loosens. “Simon, I’m sorry I - “ he laughs softly, “I really have to go.”

“Right, sorry,” Simon clears his throat, taking a step back. The distance between them immediately fills with icy air. He grits his teeth against the urge to step back into Wille’s arms, “I’ll see you - later today?”

Wilhelm looks at him for a long moment, something cautious in the tilt of his jaw. The tip of his nose is bright pink. “Okay,” he says slowly, “if you’re sure.”

“I am,” Simon assures him at once, then suddenly hesitates. “I mean - if you’re sure.”

Wilhelm nods. He shifts from one foot to another, clearly uncomfortable. “Can you - give me some time?”

Simon’s heart drops like a rock. “Time?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Wille hurries. His hands come up to curl around Simon’s shoulders, squeezing tight. “I’m just exhausted. It’s been a long few weeks.”

“Okay,” Simon thumbs gently at the pale stretch of skin at Wilhelm’s wrist, exposed from under his coat. “I can wait.”

Then, Wilhelm smiles at him, his eyes going impossibly soft. “Thank you, Simon. I’ll see you soon. I promise.”

[gulliblelemon]

do you have any ideas about alternate universes for the wilmon in Where We Left Off, if they'd confessed their love for each other earlier? or do you think the story you shared with us is the only way it could've gone for them? 💓

What a good question! I don’t know. Part of me wants to say “there could be infinite versions of them! Where anything could have happened!” And another part that wants to say “that’s the only way it ever could have gone. That’s their story!”

The answer is probably somewhere in between. But I think the version I went with couldn’t confess their love much earlier. Wille wasn’t ready.

But I suppose it depends when the timeline split. Because I posted a snippet earlier from when I was playing with the plot: if after their first meeting, they’d met up regularly and casually and Wille remained Crown Prince and they just had a… different dynamic.

Once I’d decided that they would meet less often and more intensely, I think there was only really one way it could go.

Maybe it could have gone differently right at the end, in the last chapter when Wille says he’s leaving. I think that could have been a point where if they’d had their shit together it could have gone better.

Simon didn’t even realise until chapter 6, and maybe he could have confessed then. But I think it would have ended in disaster. Because Wille wasn’t ready.

And Wille had known for ages, but I think a confession would have scared Simon off because he wasn’t there yet.

But maybe Wille confessed the second or third time they met, like the dramatic love-struck teenager he was. And maybe Simon would have been just naïve enough to think ‘what if’ and go for it. (But Simon wasn’t in a great place at that point, so wouldn’t have been a very solid foundation for a relationship).

So I’ve said a lot and not really answered your question. But it’s been really fun to think about!

Thanks for the ask! (Let me know if I’ve made absolutely no sense and you have follow up questions 😅 I love talking about this!)

[grapehyasynth]

young royals as a mockumentary sitcom. simon does a lot of deadpan looks at the camera. henry and walter are in the background of scenes just getting up to no good. marcus is written off after the first season. there's an episode where rousseau escapes and the gang stumbles around the countryside trying to find him. wilmon are an adorable will-they-won't-they; they each get all blushy and smiley when asked about the other. everyone puts on a good front during the talking head interviews, and then the cameras peek around corners to see felice crying in the hallway or august taking pills with shaking hands. linda shows up every now and then mainly to be dumbfounded at the hijinks the kids have gotten into; she probably has an exasperated catchphrase. erik doesn't die, but the actor gets offered a lead role in another show so they write in that erik goes off to university in australia. season one ends with a wilmon kiss, then wille sees the camera crew and runs out of frame and simon is left standing there, his face slipping from joy to uncertainty...