#young royals sunday snippet

[willesredlights]

Sunday Snippet

A 'little' Sunday snippet from a fic I'm writing for kinktober. Yes another university fic. Photography student Wille is having a massive crush on history student Simon.

He sees how Simon is thinking about his proposal. “Do I get something in return?”, Simon asks with a cheeky smile and at this point Wilhelm isn’t sure if he is flirting with him. “Uhm, well, I’ll be forever grateful if you help me with this so of course I’ll do anything in return if you need help or anything”, Wilhelm says, fiddling with his hands, his cheeks red. “Okay”, Simon simply says. “Okay what?”, Wilhelm asks. “Okay I will be your model, now when and where do I have to be?”, Simon asks. Wilhelm never thought this would go so smooth, that Simon actually would do this. “What about tonight at eight by the photography studio’s? We can use them whenever we want and well it will be very quiet then”, Wilhelm says. “Okay, see you tonight Wille”, Simon says with the biggest smile and walks away. Wilhelm is glued to the ground, astonished by what just happened. All he can do is watch how his crush walks away from him until he disappears through a door. What.the.hell.happend. *** “So he is doing it?”, Felice asks excited on the other side of the phone. “He is”, Wilhelm says while he is reading through the assignment again “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is finally happening!”, Felice squeals. “Don’t act as if we’re going on a date”, Wilhelm rolls his eyes. “Who says you’re not going on a date soon?”, his best friend asks playful. “Shut up, it felt like I was dying standing next to him. All I could look at was that beautiful smile. Also I can’t believe I called him gorgeous”, Wilhelm tells her. “You called him what?!”, Felice screams through the phone.  Felice rambles on about Wilhelm’s crush on Simon while Wilhelm reads a sentence that he missed the first few times he read the assignment. How could he have missed this? If he had known this he would’ve never asked Simon to pose for him. He reads the sentence over and over again but the words are really there.  “One photo needs to be a nude portrait of your model” “Shit, shit shit. No this can’t be true”, Wilhelm lets his head fall on his desk followed by a loud groan. “What happened?”, Felice asks ove the phone. “I have to cancel this, I can’t ask this from Simon”, is all Wilhelm says, his eyes still scanning over the sentence. “You can’t ask what from Simon?”, Felice asks. Wilhelm sighs, getting his hand through his hair. “Felice, apparently one photo is a nude portrait. I have to photograph him naked”, he says. His best friend stays silent for a few seconds. “Well see it from the bright sight, you’ll get to see your crush naked”, Felice tries to cheer him up. “Not helping Felice. Not. Helping”, he sighs again, “This is going to be a disaster”.

[skibasyndrome]

Sunday snippet (NSFW)

a little snippet from my most recent kinkvember draft. I've been in a weird writing (and... general) mood recently, so I'm posting for accountability and to show that I haven't disappeared! these fics are (hopefully) still being written, albeit slowly. under the cut because NSFW.

 “Feels so…” This time Simon interrupts him.

“Yeah?” The question is breathed more than asked. He does it again, thumb on the head of Wille's cock and Wille feels a spike of pleasure shoot through his lower body, yet again knocking the breath out of him. “This feel good, baby?” Simon positively purrs and, oh god, it makes Wille’s head spin. Despite it all, he tries to nod, tries to be good for Simon and reply, but freezes mid-movement, groaning out loud when Simon taps his thumb against the sensitive tip of his cock again. Wille wonders how he does it, how he manages to ask questions now, how he can even think anymore. He's breathing hard, is moving erratically, and yet he hums encouragingly, beautifully, makes Wille feel warm and fuzzy and fucking overwhelmed in the best way. His breath fans wetly over Wille's ear. It wraps around him, like all Wille can smell, taste, breathe in anymore is Simon, and he gasps, desperately trying to hold on while Simon is so expertly taking him apart. “I-,” he starts, not even knowing where he wants to go, what he could possibly say, how he could possibly put into words what Simon is doing to him. Suddenly he feels Simon’s cheek press against his, feels him rubbing his cheek against Wille's comfortingly, so gently, so softly, such a contrast to the way he’s fucking Wille into the mattress. The very last remainder of Wille's brain matter is turning liquid. How Simon can be so very tender, so breathtakingly caring, even in their sweatiest, dirtiest moments, Wille will never be able to understand. How he can press the smallest kisses against his jaw, his nose, his forehead while he’s jerking Wille’s cock and rutting into him, Wille doesn’t know. He’s left to still take it all in, to bask in the warmth, the burning heat of Simon’s attention. He breathes in the smell of Simon’s shampoo, of oranges and lavender, of home, and lets out a keen when he feels Simon just right with another agonizingly perfectly angled thrust. And Simon knows, god, he knows, Wille thinks, feeling him smile against the side of his face, feeling the movement of his hand speed up. “Love making you feel good,” Simon breathes, exertion evident in his voice, wound up, similarly clinging on to the edge like Wille is. Wille nods again, head bobbing wildly against his chest and back up again. He believes him, he does. “Love having you like this,” Simon murmurs and Wille believes it.

[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

sunday snippet!! 🎿⛷️

another bit from the same skiing au here…….

The skier lifts their goggles up, looking concerned. Ayub (he/him), the nametag on his jacket reads. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah,” Wilhelm tries to say, but it comes out as more of a pained groan than anything. “Fuck.”

Ayub doesn’t seem appeased by his answer. He crouches down next to Wilhelm, lifting his goggles up for him and gently turning his face this way and that. “Are you in pain anywhere? Your head?”

“I don’t think so?” His parents have always been insistent on making him wear the most excessively protective helmets known to man whenever they go skiing, so there’s probably nothing happening up there. “My right shoulder feels like shit.”

Before Ayub can respond, someone calls out. “Ayub, is everything okay?” Wilhelm recognizes it as the voice of the first skier who had been yelling out instructions and clearing the path for him earlier. 

Then, the person– Simon (he/him) the nametag says– crouches down on Wilhelm’s other side, lifting his own goggles up to peer at him, and oh. 

Simon is gorgeous. He’s got the most big, dark eyes, and perfect curls peering out of his ski helmet, falling onto his forehead. Despite the harsh sunlight today, his skin seems to glow like liquid gold. On second thought, perhaps Wilhelm does have some sort of head injury, because there’s absolutely no way that he can be real. 

“– the infirmary?” Ayub is saying, and it’s only then that Wilhelm realizes he was asking him a question. 

“Sorry, what?” He sheepishly asks. 

[gulliblelemon]

Sunday Snippet

From chapter 5 of And I Need You Now Tonight.

Shrugging, Wille looked down at his feet. “I’m not here much. I used to stay in the office a lot, my brain was always a bit quieter there.”

Something heavy settled in the pit of Simon’s stomach. “We all thought you were just married to the job, you know. Always working.”

Wille gave Simon a tight smile. “Oh, no,” he said. “The work is fine. But I mostly just… didn’t want to be alone.”

“Weren’t you alone at work though? In that massive, secluded office of yours?”

“Not always,” Wille said, and raised his eyes to meet Simon’s. A crackle of tension passed between them.

And oh. Fuck.

[hergrandplan]

Sunday snippet!

Been writing a lot, and different projects, but here's a little from something I'm very excited about 🎄☃️

There was nothing Wille loved more than Simon. Especially when Simon was pushing himself up against Wille, arms thrown around his neck as he slipped his tongue past Wille’s lips.

And damn if Wille wished that it wasn’t morning, that they didn’t have class in 10? 15 minutes? and that he couldn’t take Simon to his room anymore to have him all to himself before they had to get to class.

[bigalockwood]

Sunday Snippet 👻

Perhaps, today was the day Simon was going to kill Wilhelm. There was already a ghost haunting this place. What did it matter if there were two?

This is perhaps maybe possibly potentially already done. And just maybe it’ll be up next Friday 👀 Pack your salt bombs and ready your rapiers. Things are about to get spooky 👻⚔️

[oneofthosebells]

Sunday snippet

From untitled tattoo artist!Simon x drunk!Wilhelm fic (nearly finished, but I've put it on hold to try and get the next chapter of Incognito Mode out a bit sooner.)

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“If I wait until I’m sober they’ll talk me out of it.”

“Yes,” says Simon pointedly, even as he wonders who ‘they’ might be. “That’s why we don’t do it.  Tattoos are kind of permanent, we do like people to be sure.”  It’s not the only reason, but somehow he doesn’t think Wilhelm is going to take in a lecture about how alcohol thins the blood and makes tattooing more difficult right now.

“I just want…”  He leans on the front desk, resting his weight on his forearms, his eyes pleading where they’re fixed on Simon.  Simon swallows, his mouth suddenly dry for some reason.  “I just want something they can’t cover up or hide away, you know?  Something that’s mine.”

There’s a strange atmosphere that’s settled over them, the air thick as they look at each other across the desk, the shop so quiet they can hear the roar of traffic on the main road.

Simon swallows again and tries to lighten the mood.  “Okay, but they can cover it up though.”

Wilhelm frowns at him in confusion, head on one side.

“I mean, if you - they - needed to, they could cover a tattoo up with clothes or make-up, or they could airbrush it out of pictures.  Or they could get you to remove it altogether by laser.  It’s—” he nearly says ‘very expensive’ out of habit, remembers who he’s talking to and changes it to “—really painful, but it can be done.”

A pang of regret flashes through him at the way Wilhelm’s shoulders slump in defeat, the light going out of his eyes.

“What tattoo were you thinking of anyway?” Simon asks, partly out of guilt but mainly because actually some inner imp of curiosity does really want to know.

“Okay, right, so…”  Wilhelm gathers himself back up, pulling himself back into the conversation.  He blinks a couple of times as though trying to concentrate.  “Right. So this was my first thought, in big letters all down this arm: ‘Fuck The Monarchy’.”

Simon bursts out laughing.

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Sunday snippet, purple edition

Since I am apparently incapable of actually finishing anything these days, here’s a little snippet that’s tangentially related to today’s theme so I can pretend I have written something for Simon’s month. Slightly nsfw below the cut.

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Looking unfairly pleased with himself, Wille started doing up the remaining buttons on his shirt, which really had no business being as enticing to watch as it was. Wille had very nice hands and surprisingly nimble and talented fingers, that wasn’t anything new. And the way the stiff double cuffs framed his slender wrists, the silver cufflinks glinting as his hands moved… yeah, okay.

Simon met Wille’s eyes when Wille let his hands fall down to his sides. He smirked smugly and stepped back from Simon, turning to the ornate wardrobe to get his tie. It was one Simon hadn’t seen before. He would have remembered, because it was a deep shade of purple. 

He knew it wasn’t a random choice. Wille thought of purple as Simon’s colour, that was an established fact. Simon would never forget the way his heart had flipped when Wille first told him why he had insisted on wearing purple nail polish for weeks on end back when they lived in different cities and went to different schools. The truth that hadn’t become any less disarming for being long known was that Wille loved marking himself as Simon’s. It was another reason why he would love being married – he would wear the hell out of a wedding ring.

And now he had gone and got himself a purple tie that he was going to wear to a ridiculous royal event. And everyone would think it was just a tie, but Simon would know it was Wille saying “You can make Simon stay behind, but you can’t make me any less his.” That was just the sort of thing Wille did, little casual displays of devotion that Simon was somehow expected to cope with without going weak in the knees. And not so weak in other places. 

He dug his fingernails into his palms to keep himself from reaching for Wille, knowing that if he touched him now, he would not be able to control himself. Instead, he watched as Wille knotted the purple strip of silk around his neck, meeting Simon’s gaze in the full-length mirror. He knew he didn’t need to say anything for Wille to know exactly what he was feeling. He saw colour rise in Wille’s cheeks, his nostrils widening with a shaky intake of breath. He finished tying his tie, smoothing it down his chest with a slightly unsteady hand. It was a heady feeling, knowing that after all this time, Simon could still affect him like this by simply looking at him.

He could almost feel the fabric in his hand as he imagined himself grabbing the tie to pull Wille closer and crush their mouths together. He could push him back against the mirror, drop to his knees, open his fancy trousers and swallow him whole. Have him coming down Simon’s throat within minutes. It would be quick and clean and efficient. Simon knew exactly how to get Wille from zero to sixty in no time, it was so easy. He could send him off to that pointless ceremony with time to spare and without a hair out of place, just a little wobbly-legged and considerably more relaxed. He could –

“Simon,” Wille said in a low voice. “I have to go in a minute.” Despite the hint of warning in his tone, he turned around to face Simon, his gaze as intense as ever.

“I know,” Simon said innocently and licked his lips. Wille’s eyes tracked the movement like a cat watching fish in a tank.

“So don’t look at me like that.” 

“How else am I supposed to look at you?” Simon stepped closer, letting his eyes wander down Wille’s body. It was a genuine question, because really, how? Simon was only human. 

Wille’s eyes were wide and dark when Simon met them again, his lips slightly parted and so so close. Simon wasn’t going to kiss him. He was going to do anything, he wasn’t going to be the one to give in to the tension. But if Wille touched him first…

“You’re a menace,” Wille growled and took a step back, putting some very unwelcome but probably necessary distance between them. 

“I thought you liked that,” Simon pouted a little, pushing away the twinge of disappointment. Being responsible adults was really tiring sometimes.

Wille rolled his eyes fondly. Turning back to the wardrobe with obvious reluctance, he took out his suit jacket. As he shrugged it on, he glanced over his shoulder and murmured, “Later.”

Oh yes, definitely later. Once Wille came back, Simon would not let him get away again until he was done with him, and it would not be quick and clean and efficient this time. Not when, as Simon could see now, Wille’s pocket square was purple, too.

[phneltwrites]

Sunday Snippet

from an upcoming bit of the wolf comes home. which, good news, next chap off with beta!

August pushes forward and grabs Wilhelm’s arm. “Please—”

Simon sees red. He rips Wilhelm out of August’s grasp and pushes August. August staggers back.

August laughs, once, high and cracked. “I get it, you’re his guard dog. Nobody gets near him without your say-so. If you could stop being so controlling just for one damn second, I need—”

“August!” Wilhelm snaps. “You don’t speak to Simon like that.” Simon smells burning, and Wilhelm must too because he turns back to the pan and spins the knob to turn the burners off. 

When they turn back, August is collapsed at the dining table, face in his hands. Wilhelm and Simon look at each other, at a loss. 

“Everywhere I go, they look at me… the way they look at me. Like I’m garbage, like I’m not a person.”

“Good,” Simon says. “I hope it follows you for the rest of your life.” Wilhelm’s eyes widen. He was not expecting that. Maybe Wilhelm is on the path of acceptance or whatever but Simon has a robust sense of justice. “Like it does us. You don’t get to be the only one who escapes.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ve apologised so many times, and I’ve done so much. I’ve worked so hard to make up for it, to be a good Crown Prince,” August rambles.

He’s really too much. “Not to me,” Simon interjects.

August looks up. His eyes are wide. “What?”

“You never apologised to me.”

[skibasyndrome]

Sunday Snippet (Kinktober version)

so.... since all the kinktober fics and ficlets are my next big project atm... have a little insight into one of the (at least... according to plan and my outline) longer fics I'm writing for it. You can start guessing which ones of the prompts are going to be relevant for this one if you feel like 😌🫣💜

So Wille is sitting here, in the booth, with Simon. Simon who's in Verbier because his sister's friend invited the two of them to her family's holiday chalet, who's here, specifically, because he didn't want to intrude on girls night and because they don't have these kinds of parties in his hometown, barely have them in Stockholm, where he's currently studying at university. This is fine. Wille can do this. Sit next to and talk to Simon like he's not been nervous all evening. Simon who's got the prettiest head of curls Wille has ever seen, and the funniest laugh and whose lips look so pillowy and soft that - not that he'd admit it - it hit like a punch to the gut to watch Nils kiss them on the dance floor a few minutes ago. But while Nils is off on the other side of the room, seeing what those ‘cute guys in pilot outfits’ are up to, Wille’s got his undivided attention, and he’s absolutely drinking it in. Who knows when he’ll get his next chance.

[simons-purplehoodie]

Sunday Snippet

This snippet is from Ch 1 of my new fic I’ve recently started working on called “Hard to Break.” Hopefully I’ll have enough chapters written in advance to start posting it soon! Anyone ready for a lil roommates to lovers? 👀

Eventually Simon packs up his homework and heads into the bedroom when his eyes start to become tired and he sees Marcus getting ready for bed. Simon doesn’t exactly know what to say so he stays quiet, sliding out of his pants and into his boxers. He takes off his shirt too like he usually does as he hears Marcus slide under the covers, but instead of getting in bed too he heads to one of his drawers. He usually sleeps with no shirt on but for some reason now he just feels too exposed like this, like the ache in his heart will be visible if he doesn’t have something to cover it, so he opens the drawer and takes out an oversized shirt of his and slides it on.

He turns the light off and climbs into bed, lifting up the covers and pulling them over himself, leaving some space between himself and Marcus’ back where his boyfriend is on his side and facing the wall away from him.

“Goodnight,” he whispers out into the darkness, reaching out to touch his boyfriend’s arm gently. His boyfriend just shifts farther from him in response and Simon sighs, turning over onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. He knows that Marcus is just more of an emotional person than he is, and that he deals with conflict differently, but Simon wishes that sometimes it could be easier to resolve things with the person he loves.

He lies awake for a while, looking at the sliver of moonlight coming in from the little gap in the curtains. He just wishes he knew what it was he did that was so wrong.

[pagegirlintraining]

Sunday snippet

Somehow, I'm still not done with chapter 4 (might have something to do with it already being 11k 🫠) but we made progress today, so here's a little snippet.

“What if someone I like well enough is all I get?” Wille continued still at the same volume, both of his arms raising in an open-armed shrug before he dropped them again unceremoniously. “What if I found the love of my life, and I lost it and so good enough is what I’ll have to settle for?” His voice had gotten quieter again on his last few words, the biting tone from earlier mellowing into something more tinged in sad resignation. Somehow, the way he was looking at Simon like he was daring him to disagree was worse than the shouting, though. It made everything in Simon want to tear itself apart, and then put the pieces together again, if only to be able to wrap Wille up in them.  At the same time, something at the back of his mind was trying to get his attention. Something that circled around Wille’s wording, and how it didn’t fit with anything that Simon knew. Sure, they didn’t talk about relationships per se, but surely Wille would’ve mentioned someone he considered to be ‘the love of his life’. Or at least Simon would’ve inevitably witnessed him drowning in heartache once whoever he was talking about had ended things. Unless…

[gulliblelemon]

Sunday Snippet #2

Because there are no rules, and because I've written A LOT this week, I'm also going to share a snippet of something new that I've been working on that has been a lot of fun to write so far.

It isn’t clear exactly what Wille was expecting, except that Simon Eriksson is not it. 

Simon is out of breath and slightly sweaty, his dark curls are in disarray around his head and he has a yellow backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder. 

“Sorry,” he pants. “The bus was late.”

It seems Erik is as taken aback as Wille, because it’s a split second before he hitches his practised smile onto his face. “Simon,” he says, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Simon wipes his palm on his jeans before shaking Erik’s. “You too,” he says, then drops his hand. “Erm… Your Highness?” The last bit is added as an afterthought.

Erik laughs, loud and boisterous. “Oh please,” he says, laying a hand on Simon’s shoulder briefly, “Erik is fine. And this is Wilhelm.”

[hergrandplan]

Sunday Snippet from Chapter 2 of You're the Risk I Want to Take

You can read Chapter 1 here!

Simon had started to keep his phone on vibration mode at all times, not even putting it on silent before going to bed after he realized Wille sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and liked to talk to Simon then. And who was Simon to deny him that? 

JustWille: <sent a video>

JustWille: thought you might like this after the morning you had. I hope you feel a bit better

Simon tries to hide his smile, because he will not be caught smiling at his phone again, but it's hard. 

Wille has sent him a video of a cat trying to ‘steal’ another cat’s babies, only for the owner to realize that the cat was taking the kittens away for a bit so the mother could rest. 

Simme.eriksson: oh my god that’s adorable

Simme.eriksson: the way they care for the kittens together in the end??? I love cats

Simme.eriksson: especially lesbian cats

Simme.eriksson: thank you ❤ that definitely cheered me up

Simon sends the text without really thinking too much about it, but when he sees what he’s sent, there’s a brief moment of panic as he just stares at his phone.

Sure, they’ve been bordering on flirty in their messages sometimes, but barely – Simon’s not entirely sure if Wille is flirting when he tells him how incredible or amazing he is, or if he’s just being friendly. And in return, just to test the waters too, Simon has been a bit flirty in return. Though he of course doesn’t get to see the reaction, the no-doubt pretty blush that Wille might sport, he does get the feeling he flusters Wille when it then takes Wille a few minutes to reply to him.

But sending a heart? They’ve never done that. He’s never done that, and for all their banter and maybe-flirting, it definitely feels like he’s crossing a line.

His panic only lasts a few seconds though, because before he can spiral and take it back, Wille has already answered.

JustWille: ❤

[bigalockwood]

Sunday Snippet 👻

from chapter two of come closer and see into the dark which is very close to being finished!!!! there's lots of fun stuff happening in this one. and simon very clearly *not* liking wille.

“I couldn’t – I didn’t want to stay in the hospital.” He looked outside, regarding the leafless trees and the now dark ghost lamp. “I needed to know if Wilhelm was okay.” At this, Maddie straightened up again. “So you don’t know where he is?” Simon shook his head mutely. “No. When we jumped, I hit my head and lost consciousness. I woke a bit later in the ambulance, but by then Wilhelm was already who knows where, and they wouldn’t tell me anything. He wasn’t in the hospital either as far as I know, and since I’m no relative of his, they refused to answer.” “You should’ve waited for me, Simon,” Maddie went back to her original topic, voice calmer this time, but still insistent and accusing. But Simon was too tired to take her accusations with calmness. “I wanted to! I told him that we should wait for you to come back, but you know how he is. He always jumps the gun!” “Well, you’re supposed to hold him back, not encourage him! Else you’ll only make him worse!” “Hold the fuck him back? How would I do that? And why would he listen to me, of all people?” “Oh, come on, Simon!” Maddie was back to shouting, the volume of her voice rising to match Simon’s. “You can’t seriously –”

[oneofthosebells]

Sunday Snippet

From the next chapter of Incognito Mode, which I'd hoped to get out today but it still needs some editing and my brain's hit a wall - might be up tomorrow, brain fog co-operating!

“Nice,” is Wille’s only comment as they stand in the living room together, but it doesn’t sound sarcastic.  He’s looking round with interest, his eyes lighting on Simon’s keyboard and a pile of papers next to it, then flitting over the posters on the walls.  Simon is suddenly glad that he’d taken the time to redecorate and scrub any trace of Marcus from the flat.  Well, the crockery in the cupboard is all his, and he’d bought the TV originally too, but Wille doesn’t need to know any of that.  Everything else is all Simon though, and there’s a nervousness flitting at the pit of his stomach about letting Wille see it.

“Cosy, anyway,” says Simon with his own touch of sarcasm after the silence has lingered a little too long.  But Wille shakes his head.

“I love it.”  He turns back to Simon, smiling softly; and there’s that warm glow in Simon’s chest again.  “I can picture you here.”

He wanders over to the keyboard, Simon trailing behind, and runs his fingers over it before picking out a simple melody.

“You play?” Simon asks with surprise, wondering why he doesn’t know this.

“Yeah.  I had piano and cello lessons for years before they finally let me give it up,” he says casually, as though this is a completely normal statement.  Simon, who’d scrimped and saved from summer jobs for years to afford private tuition so he could reach the standard he’d needed to get into his preferred music degree, doesn’t say anything.  He’s not sure if he wants to smack Wille around the head for his obliviousness or hug him tight and never let go as though that could make up for any of the things he’s heard today.

He settles for moving closer, his shoulder pressed against Wille’s as he tries – and fails – to copy the same brief melody Wille had played.  Wille laughs before taking Simon’s hand in his own to move it to the right starting note.  They play the tune again together, Simon very conscious of the goosebumps on the back of his arms, then Simon takes over with both hands, modulating the chord before transitioning to one of his own pieces, playing just a few bars.

“I don’t know that one.  Did you write it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“It’s lovely.  Would you play one of your songs for me?” Wille asks lightly, hooking his chin over Simon’s shoulder.

“Hmm.  Maybe.”  He turns his head so that he’s looking in Wille’s eyes, noses almost touching, and murmurs, “Later.”

“Later?”

“Later."