#young royals drabble

[hergrandplan]

Maybe in another life

This idea hit me after posting the first one, so I guess we are doing two drabbles in one day! hopefully this makes up for that bit of angst?

@youngroyals-events

Wille falls headfirst on the couch, groaning loudly.

“Another successful date?”

Simon’s roommate just responds with another groan, this time muffled by a pillow, before rolling onto his back and grimacing. “I think I’m cursed to be forever single. Maybe I’ll find someone in another life.”

Simon takes a deep breath. “But you could be with me in this one.”

Simon’s about to brush it off as a joke when he sees Wille swallow before he, softly, hopefully, asks, “is that a serious offer?”

Simon nods, barely able to breathe, to speak, until suddenly, Wille surges forward, and kisses him.

[itsmadreia]

Here's a bonus drabble for the @youngroyals-events Drabble Challenge and since I'm a little burnt out from life, I'll take tomorrow off and will be back on Sunday with two more. I just feel that I need a small break. Oh, and I used a dialogue wheel. :))

A PARTY FOR TWO

Simon stands in front of a mirror, buttoning his shirt's cuffs, trying to hide from Wille's hot and unwavering gaze that travels all over his body. “Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.”

“Or what?” Wille asks him, all smug and light.

“We won't leave,” Simon shudders by feeling his boyfriend's lips landing on his neck. “W-won't leave t-this room."

“Maybe we shouldn't,” Wille suggests, slowly sneaking one of his hands into his dress pants for a teasing squeeze, “We deserve it after all the craziness; no one can deny it.”

[hehehereliesmysanity]

New Boy

"Wille, just kiss me already." Simon begs.

"No." Wille says firmly.

"It is just a kiss. Just kiss me." Simon huffs. He is really tired and he wants to just go back inside.

"No, i am not gonna kiss you." Wille sighs. He is looking into Simon with a look Simon can't quite place. "Not like this." he says in a small voice. If Simon wasn't that close, he would have missed it. "Not like this." he repeats, softly this time. Simon doesn't know what he should make of it.

They were playing truth or dare and it was Wille's turn. So one of their friends dared Wille to kiss Simon. He doesn't even remember who was behind this devious plan because Simon was busy freaking out. Wille didn't agree to it, as horrified as Simon and they locked them in the balcony until they completed the task. But Wille doesn't kiss him. So they have been waiting here for the past half an hour.

Wille knocks on the window to get them open the door. They were watching them through the glass for the whole time and Simon is almost glad Wille doesn't want to kiss him or can't stand a little peck for the sake of a game. They let them in finally, already losing hope, and Wille gives him a last look before he disappears into the kitchen with an undecipherable brow on his face.

He comes back with two cups of hot tea and gives the cup to Simon. Right, they were outside but Simon forgot to feel cold because of all those nerves but he can now realise that he is actually shivering a little. It is shit like this that made him fell for Wille in the first place.

The game continues and their friends keep getting drunk and Wille keeps averting his eyes from him but Simon can't look away.

About an hour later, people say goodbye and leave the apartment. Simon goes in his room, and Wille, his roommate, is also nowhere to be seen, probably in his own room, only a wall between them.

Simon runs into Wille in the corridor, apparently not everybody has left and Wille is sending off a couple of friends at the door and they make eye contact and Wille's cheeks turn a little pink but Simon doesn't know why. He comes closer, meeting Simon in the middle, right in front of their bedrooms. When Simon is about to say goodnight and go back in his room, Wille pulls him by his arm and catches his lips in one swift motion. Simon transports to another dimension.

He kisses his lips softly at first but then it gets messier and hungrier. He pulls him even closer with a hand on his waist, close, so close they can hear each other's heartbeat. His right arm surrounds his whole waist and Wille keeps pulling him to himself, not leaving any space between them and the other hand goes in his hair, running through his strands softly and gently, Simon thinks he has died and gone into heaven. For some time later, Wille pulls back and smiles. "I meant something like that."

[caramelpenguin]

A beard suits Wilhelm, Simon realises.

It's a light beard, a dusting or maybe a shadow brushing his jaw. His hair is longer now than what it was when they were teenagers. From this distance, he notices how Wilhelm's shoulders have broadened, how he fills up the suit jacket in a way he never could have eighteen years ago.

Wilhelm throws his head back in laughter. Simon can't hear it from across the room - he doesn't think stepping forward is a good idea- but he wonders if Wilhelm sounds like sixteen-year old Wille. The boy with ridiculously expensive sweaters, whose words were often tangled on his tongue. The boy who used to look at Simon like he was the answer to every question, who used to kiss him like he was tasting sunlight.

Simon wonders and wonders and wonders and in his wondering, his feet have aimlessly led him across the room. The kaleidoscopic lights splash the room in rainbow colours, briefly reminding him of Hillerska. Initiations. Red cups. Glowsticks.

When he gets close enough to hear Wilhelm’s voice—a deeper tone than before—he falters, considering a retreat. It would be easy to disappear into the crowd, to let the music and lights swallow him whole.

But Wilhelm must still be Wille. It's like he can sense him. An invisible thread that pulls them together. He turns around, lips parting slightly, eyes cutting through everyone else to focus solely on him.

Wilhelm approaches, and they stand there, Two figures in a bustling room bathed in neon lights, frozen in time at 11:30 pm in Stockholm

Simon forgets how to breathe. His heart pounds, loud and insistent, and he stupidly thinks Wilhelm will say something like, I had a haircut.

[gulliblelemon]

Christmas Drabble

I wanted to write something about their first Christmas together, but didn’t have enough ideas to do it justice. So I just wrote this little drabble instead 🎄

The panic building in Wille’s chest is familiar, but luckily so is the warm hand in his.

“We can leave whenever you want,” Simon whispers.

“Promise?”

The answer is a gentle squeeze and a smile.

Doors open and they’re ushered past gigantic Christmas trees, beautiful garlands and glowing candles.

Simon leans close. “This isn’t our Christmas,” he says. “Remember, we’re having ours tomorrow. They can’t take that away.”

“Can I stay in my pyjamas?” Wille says, tugging his collar.

“Absolutely.” Then Simon leans closer. “Or even better. Nothing at all.”

Perhaps Wille can tolerate one more Christmas at the palace.

[willesworld]

"I miss your hair."

"What?"

Wilhelm opens his eyes and looks at Simon across the pillow they're sharing. His eyes are wide and unfocused, staring vaguely at the top of Wilhelm's head. Simon lifts a hand and brushes his fingers carefully over the fringe that barely brushes Wilhelm's eyebrow. 

"I miss your hair," Simon repeats, his voice soft. He drops his hand between them on the pillow and finds Wilhelm's gaze. "Your long hair."

Wilhelm scrunches his eyebrows together. He didn't know Simon had any opinion on his hair, to be honest, much less that he missed Wilhelm's old haircut. 

"Before I cut it?" Wilhelm asks, even though he knows. Even though he understands what Simon's trying to say. 

"Yeah," Simon murmurs. He breathes deeply and closes his eyes, burrowing back into the hazy doze they'd been suspended in. 

Wilhelm, however, keeps his eyes open. He blinks at Simon several times. He supposes he finally has his answer on what Simon thought of his haircut, all those months ago.

[grapehyasynth]

nature boy

wille has always been told not to expect to marry his soulmate. others dream of the day they’ll get their soulmate mark – it appears the day after the first meeting and is there every day after, but changing each day to reflect something meaningful from your soulmate’s previous day – but wille’s mother insists he has duties to fulfill, that he can create his own fate and find a partner whether or not she's a soulmate. (and yes, they only ever discuss in terms of she.) 

he's on his way to another one of the dates his mother keeps setting up for him, and it's about thirty minutes before he needs to be at the restaurant, but instead he's at a greenhouse. he approaches the front desk, where a young man in a button-down shirt open over a looney tunes t-shirt with a name tag that reads Simon is nodding off over a textbook.

"i was hoping to buy some flowers for a first date," wille explains, when simon has looked up.

"we don't actually do bouquets," simon says.

"i know, i - i thought i would get something they could plant, afterwards," he clarifies, and he hears himself use they and tries not to make anything of it. he’s trying not to second-guess himself, knows his mother would tell him to go with a traditional bouquet, can picture erik all dashing with a few roses.

simon sets his pen down, looking at wille with a new expression, like he's reconfiguring his impression of him. "that's really thoughtful. i can help you with that."

wille follows him into the greenhouse, winding past tables of ceramic pots and meter-tall fronds, ducking under some vines that boast a sign about an upcoming workshop. simon hovers over a few plants before moving on. every now and then he glances at wille, seeming to size him up and factor this into his considerations. (wille wishes he knew what simon was seeing.) finally he scoops up a medium-sized pot with pale purple flowers, holding it out to wille with both hands.

"spreading bellflower. it's similar to the small bluebell, which is--"

"our national floral emblem,"  wille finishes for him, because of course that's the kind of nonsense his mother has made him learn, though it feels a lot less vapid in this moment.

simon looks impressed. "exactly. everybody wants the small bluebell. we don't sell a lot of the bellflower."

"it's perfect," wille tells him, and as he lifts the flowers to his nose, he sees simon's eyes crinkle with a smile.

his date is lovely, much more unpretentious than he's used to, nervous but striving to be genuine. she's definitely a bit thrown by the flowers, and she sounds apologetic when she explains she doesn't have any outdoor space, not even a balcony or patio, and her windowsills are too slim to host the plant. wille feels a bit wounded, wants to insist that she could just find a small table and set it near the window, but she's already suggested that he take it home with him and care for it "for me, until i can visit," she says, and he doesn't mind the idea, actually - has grown a little attached to the flowers.

he goes to sleep thinking of brown eyes and purple blossoms. he wakes up with them on his chest. the blossoms, that is, not the eyes. the spreading bellflowers bloom across his chest like elaborate watercolor tattoos, and he feels his heart leap behind the flowers as he traces them reverently. so he met his soulmate yesterday, and the bellflowers were meaningful to their day. but is it the boy from the greenhouse, or his date?

he knows who he wants it to be, but maybe fate, like his mother, has its own ideas about his path.

he doesn't want to contact simon or his date until he knows a bit more, so he has to wait a full day. he drags himself through his classes at uni, biting his nails down, the bellflowers burning under his clothes. (he'd been tempted to wear a v-neck shirt, show them off, but he also wants to cradle it to himself for a little while.) he stays up late, skin itching as the clock ticks towards midnight, at which point the bellflowers fade. instead, vines twine up both of his arms, curling like bracelets, embracing his wrists and forearms and the cut of his muscle. he knows those vines - couldn't name them, but he recognizes them from the greenhouse. there'd been a sign next to them, for an upcoming workshop, which he's guessing simon led yesterday.

he has an answer. and if the interest is mutual - which it isn't always, with soulmate marks, but he suspects it might be, if the bellflowers were a meaningful part of simon's day - then he is eager to bloom under this plant boy's touch.

[enjoythesilentworld]

Jay! For the Spotify drabble thing… 17 💜

hi hi!!! ding ding ding you’ve selected an Omar song!!! i based their dynamic here on this idea where Wilhelm is a model and Simon is a popstar and they find each other in super casual ways all across the world <3 thank u for the ask Kate! xx

#17 Off My Mind – Omar Rudberg

“Where are you?”

Wille’s laugh comes crisp over the phone, “Hello to you, too.” 

Simon stares out the window at the setting sun, waiting, toe tapping against the floor as someone messes with his curls. 

“Berlin,” Wille finally says, voice still light with amusement. 

“Come to Milan.” 

Fabric rustles on the other side of the line, the faint chatter of voices in the background. 

“When?”

“Tonight. I’ve got a show— Meet me after.” 

“I’ve a shoot with Prada tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Simon shoos away the hairdresser and heads to his wardrobe. “Fly back in the morning.” 

“Miss me already?” Wille teases, but Simon can already hear his voice has gone slightly distant, like he’s pulled his phone away from his face to start booking a flight. 

“You want me to beg for it?” Simon asks, slipping on a silky blouse. “Because I will.”

There’s a short gasp, followed by a long pause. Then, Wille lets out a long, shaky exhale, mouth up close to the speaker again.

Simon pretends he can feel it, hot against his ear. 

Ignoring the few other people in the greenroom, he drops his voice to a low whisper, “I need you, Wille.” 

“Simon—” It almost sounds like a whine; all the cockiness from before, lost. 

“Is that what you want to hear? I need you. I can’t get you off my mind. Your hands, your taste.” 

(Patron, from the last party where their paths crossed. Where Wille abandoned his tequila to follow Simon into a black town car.)

A door slams, and it gets a little quieter wherever Wille is. His breathing is even more audible now, heavy. Familiar. Simon lets his hand trail over his own bare neck, remembering.  

“We can do it all over the—”

Wille finds his voice and cuts in, “I’ll be there in three hours.”

[youngroyals-events]

Announcing Kinktober and Other Events!

Thank you to everyone who took part in Wille's and Simon's months this summer, whether by creating content or reblogging or commenting. We're so happy to see the fandom engagement, and plan to do many more events to keep everyone creating and sharing! And we want to make sure we include events focused on other main or minor characters, rare pairings, or YR as a whole as well.

First, as a few people have expressed interest, we're happy to announce we're hosting a Kinktober event in October - and also a Drabble Challenge Week in September!

The provisional schedule for the next few months looks like this:

2-8 September - Drabble Challenge Week

Challenge yourself to write YR-themed drabbles! (That's a fic of exactly 100 words.) We'll give you some prompts for inspiration or you can do your own thing - separate post with full details coming soon.

1-31 October - Kinktober

Calling all creators of explicit fanworks! For those not familiar, Kinktober is a cross-fandom sex-themed fanwork event. We'll generate prompts for the month with a range of themes from mild to very spicy, so that those taking part can choose which level they're comfortable with. We'll post again with full details and the prompts nearer the time.

In the meantime, please feel free to send us suggestions for prompts! We're looking for one or two-word prompts at all levels of spice (some examples: Hands, Lingerie, Bondage).

November - December

No events - we're taking a couple of months off to let people take part in Secret Santa or other festive exchanges.

January

YR Week (dates to be decided)

February

A month for fanworks dedicated to our other main characters, with a week each for Felice, Sara and August, and an extra week for the minor characters.

March

Rare pairings week (dates to be decided)

April

30 April (Valborg) - Wilmon day

We'll then get feedback from you all nearer the time whether you want to run Wille and Simon's individual birthday events again or to mix it up next year.

Our aim is to have a mix of events that everyone can get involved with in some way, so if there's something you feel might be missing or you have other suggestions for events, please let us know!

[leojfitz]

yr drabble challenge: a proposal

“You won’t believe what happened to me today.”  Simon gets into bed after a long day spent sunbathing on an Italian beach, and lies next to Wille, Simon’s head resting on his chest.  “What?” Wille asks, smirking, putting his arm behind Simon’s shoulder.  “The guy I’ve been dating for two years asked me to marry him. On a deserted beach. Under the moonlight.”  “Ah, shit,” Wille says, taking Simon’s hand in his and bringing it close to his mouth. “I wanted to ask you too.” He kisses the ring he has put on his fiancè’s finger a few hours earlier. 

@youngroyals-events

[hergrandplan]

Hi Nina! I have a request for the Drabble Challenge 😊

Could I please have Wilmon + “Ugh! It’s like I’m cursed or something!”

Thank you 💜💜

Hiiiiii 💜 Thank you so much for requesting this, this was so fun to write!

For Young Royals Drabble Week // @youngroyals-events

“Ugh! It’s like I’m cursed or something!” Wille bolts to the sink to run his hand under the water, praying that it doesn’t start blistering.

He had lost his keys that morning, had spilled a glass of water over his laptop, and now, he has burned himself on the stove.

“Well, you’ve got all the right traits: prince, dead relative….” Simon looks at Wille’s hand, which is barely even red, and grins. “Mega-dramatic.”

“In that case… do you think a true love’s kiss will fix me?”

Simon rolls his eyes playfully. “Well, I’d say it’s at least worth a try.”

[itsmadreia]

Here's the third one for the @youngroyals-events Drabble Challenge. I'd say it gets harder and harder to stay within the 100-word limit, and by this point, I have at least two one-shots to share with you, which is fine, ofc. The word prompt was moonlight.

MOONLIT KISSES

Simon looked even more beautiful under the late summer moonlight, Wille thought. Its luminous glow touched every part of his face, from his curls to his cheekbones to his lips, lips that he wanted to kiss and never let go. But there was a catch, there always was.

“Simme, will you,” he started, “Will you–”

“Yes?” Simon asked, looking at him.

“Kiss me?” Wille blurred out, “I know I'm drunk and it may seem like–”

His rambling was interrupted by Simon's soft lips landing on his and he didn't dare to breathe, wanting to memorize this for tomorrow. Or forever.

[hehehereliesmysanity]

Champagne

Wille and Simon are best friends and Wille comes up with the brilliant idea to do a fake proposal for free champagne served for the newly-engaged couples in fancy restaurants. Wille gets up from the table and gets down on one knee with the cheap prop ring he got from the dollar store and proposes to his best friend Simon and every customer erupts with joy, cheering for them. Simon theatrically gasps with one hand over his mouth for the dramatic effect and says yes. Of course he does because that's the ruse. And then they share a brief close-mouthed kiss just like they agreed before. The waiter comes back with the free champagne and everybody is happy.

Except Wille feels different than a few minutes ago. Different than the reality where he didn't kiss his best friend and felt Simon's warm lips on his. He feels the electricity coursing through in his veins but that's probably because he is straight and he has never kissed a man before.

They keep doing the ruse a couple of times more. Each time something is different. Each time the kiss is getting longer. And one time there was tongue. And the other times after that. It is for free champagne and nothing more.

A year later, Wille gets down on one knee and produces a ring box in a crowded fancy restaurant. Simon laughs heartily at him.

"Baby, I think we are already past that point." he chuckles. "We don't have to fake propose to find an excuse to kiss each other now."

"This is not fake." Wille says instead.

That is when they get free champagne for the last time.

[caramelpenguin]

(loosely?) inspired by....welll.....😉

With a sliver of liquid courage in his veins and the quickening beating of his heart, Wille strokes Simon's curls, whose head rests on his lap, while his gaze drifts to the winking stars. He thinks about it for a few seconds- the sticky, slow summer of two years ago- and decides that if it all goes badly, he can always get drunk with their friends. Who probably haven't saved any pizza for them.

"We used to snog. Like, a lot." Wille says, almost stammers. Simon jolts, and he looks down to see those glinting brown eyes stare up at him. "A lot," he repeats.

The light from the living room spills out behind Wille, making Simon's skin glow as he quietly laughs. "We've never talked about this before."

"It's never come up in conversation."

A slight smirk. "It was two years ago."

Wille runs a hand through his hair, trying to play it off. "We made excuses to make-out for seven months."

"You counted?"

He splutters, shoving Simon's laughing figure until he almost tumbles off his lap. "No, not counting. It was the summer, and then the next half of the year. We told our friends we were busy, and then we'd go and snog somewhere private and- oh my god- we were just-like-"

"Teenage curiousity," Simon explains, mind already set. Certain.

Fragments of the past flicker in his mind. Gasping as Simon's leg slid between his own, tongues teasing and swirling and tasting, bruising kisses behind curtains, the sweetess of chocolate on lips, sugar on skin, and holding each other so tightly they were one soul, one entity.

"Do you ever think about it?" Simon asks, his voice quieter now, like they're discussing a secret.

Wille’s heart skips a beat, unsure of where this is going, unsure of the territory they're stepping into. Wille and Simon from two years ago never talked about this. Wille and Simon from last year almost talked about it, but they'd kissed each other as a dare instead as their friends cheered and drank and pretended like it was their first time smelling and inhaling the other.

His mouth is suddenly dry. "About what?"

Simon's lips twitch into a small smile. "You know. Us."

Wille hesitates, eyes flicking up to the stars, trying to find the right words in their light. "Yeah," he admits softly. "Sometimes."

The air between them is heavier, the playful banter from earlier fading like an old echo. Wille watches as Simon's fingers brush absently against the grass, his expression relaxed and unreadable.

Did you like me? Wille wants to ask, to scream. Did you romantically like me? Were you gripping onto sanity but succumbing each time our lips touched, each time we smiled at each other across the room? Did you go home and think about me like I did you?

June to December was a blissful haze of stolen touches and lips and tongue and teeth. Reality settled in with the winter snow. By April, Simon had a boyfriend. Nobody needs to know the selfish relief that melted inside Wille when Simon and Marcus broke up by the end of the year.

And nobody needs to know that, a few hours later, as their friends are watching a film, the two of them are hiding in the kitchen with a bottle of wine. That Wille's sucking Simon's bottom lip into his mouth, hand buried into his curls, and Simon's leg is inbetween his own, nails gripping his face, the slow rhythm of his hips much like the melody of the summer where they fell in love.

now with a part 2!

NOW ON AO3

[gulliblelemon]

Like That

“What happened last Friday…” Simon feels Wille tense beside him. “It was— I just—“

“Maybe we could do that again.” 

Wille has gone pink with his outburst. Simon watches the blush disappear into his collar. Swallowing, Simon nods, trying to bite down his smile.

— 

Later, they lie tangled in Wille’s bed; content, giddy and a little bashful.

“I wondered if you would shut me down,” Simon says, vulnerable in his happiness. “Say you weren’t like that.”

“Oh, I’m definitely like that.”

Simon giggles. “I can see.” He takes a breath. “But maybe we should try again. Just to be sure.”

Thanks, @youngroyals-events!

[purplehoodiesandclementines]

So... I'm not sure how this happened, and I know drabble week is technically over... But I kept thinking of you, @gulliblelemon, last night, and of the many beautiful gems you've gifted to us over the past week (despite announcing initially that you were "not like that"!). Some of them keep living in my heart, they are canon now.

So since I've recently discovered that writing fanfic for others is fun (and frankly the only way I feel brave enough to post anything), I wrote you this little thank you note. It's an expansion of one of my favorite scenes.

Thank you for being the spectacular human you are, and for being a wonderful friend. 💜

🛵

"Thanks for inviting me. I—uh, I had a great time." Running a hand through his hair, Wille glanced down before meeting Simon's eyes with a shy smile.

"Me too." Simon nodded, rolling his lips to stop the idiotic grin from overtaking his face.

"Good night, Simon."

"Good night... Wille."

Simon stared after him, a fond giggle bubbling up in his chest as Wille stepped backwards, stumbling slightly before turning to walk up to Forest Ridge.

Someone snorted behind Simon.

Rolling his eyes, he climbed back onto Rosh’s scooter.

"Shut up."

Ayub raised his hands.

"We didn't even say anything!”

🛵