#young-royals-confessions

[aparticleinthewave]

The books are these anon.

Kris by Karin Boye (We all already know this one.)

Den Svavelgula Himlen by Kjell Westö (It is a novel that addresses, among other things, class differences https://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Den_svavelgula_himlen )

Janusstenen by Elly Griffiths (It is the second book in a thriller/crime novel series and this book had already appeared in the second season. https://books.google.com.br/books/about/Janusstenen.html?id=Z7oZDAAAQBAJ&redir_esc=y )

Dikter; Kallocain; Kris by Karin Boye (It is an anthology of poems and two novels by Karin Boye, this is an older edition from 1992. - https://www.tradera.com/item/341573/509924717/boye-karin-dikter-kallocain-kris-3-verk-i-ett-band)

Poesie/Dikter by Giuseppe Ungaretti/Anders Österling (It is a book of poems by the Italian poet Giuseppe Ungaretti with interpretation/translation by Anders Österling, it is an old edition from the publisher Italica. https://www.tradera.com/item/111903/577768848/poesie-giuseppe-ungaretti-1968)

En Fråga Om Heder by Unni Wikan (This is a non-fiction book that investigates/analyzes so-called honor killings committed by family members against women. https://www.bokborsen.se/view/Unni-Wikan/En-Fråga-Om-Heder/9766478 )

Freedom by Jonathan Franzen (And there is also this other book that appears in some other scenes, Wille has the old paperback edition. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freedom_(Franzen_novel)

Does anyone know what books Wille are returning in the last episode? I’m only seeing the Karin Boye and Kjell Westö at the top and then I’ve tried and failed to make screen shots of it. I just want to know what books Wille has read. Also I feel like people seem to miss the fact that Wille likes to read? Even though we haven’t seen him actually read, he always have books in his room and the Karin Boye quote on the wall❤️ Also the Kjell Westö one looked really interesting and relevant to the general plot of the show with class and love in class differences so I might have to read that one but I’m just so curious about Wille’s other books.

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[industryhbo]

WILHELM & SIMON YOUNG ROYALS 3x06

[leojfitz]

young royals rewatch: season 1, episode 4

Simon, I really like you. I've found it out. You see, everything is fake. Everything is fake. Everything in the world is fake. The grass on the football field isn't even grass. It's plastic. It's like bright but at night. It's night! I know that much. But why is it bright? All the people are fake. They're made out of metal. But I like you. And that is not fake.

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

Simon: *being treated with anything less than optimal love, happiness, care, kindness, adoration, protection*

Me: 🔪���🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

@anonfromtheflight: 🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓

[wilmonssun]

[rogue-rodent]

Yes wilhelm fucking run after that boy

[groenendaelfic]

Young Royals Snippet #4

"You love him, don’t you?" Rosh asks. "It’s not just a crush?"

Simon ducks his head and fumbles with the glass in his hand.

He does love Wille is the thing.

Wille, with his adorable smiles and his awkward flirting and his beautiful amber eyes, always ready to meet Simon’s own.

Wille, who looks at Simon as if he’s the whole world and the only one who matters.

Wille, who knows how to get his way and handle those in power, but who is utterly lost when it comes to the most mundane things.

Wille, who grew up spoiled and sheltered and with so much privilege it’s not even funny anymore, but who still cares so very much.

Wille, who is not just the establishment, is not just the wealthy elite profiting off the poor masses, but the actual monarchy, which is so much worse, because the wealthy elite look up to him, worship and envy both him and the ancient institution he stands for, wanting to be like him, and if they can't be that, then they at least want to be as close to him as they possibly can, hoping that some of the centuries-old splendor and power and influence will rub off on them.

Wille, who is the future King, unknowingly tempting Simon to betray everything he believes in just by being his own charming self.

Simon loves Wille, even if he’s also His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Sweden, Duke of Östergötland, and Simon is supposed to hate him and everything he stands for.

"Yeah," he says, blushing, a shy smile flittering across his face. "I really do."

Ayub grins.

"No need to be embarrassed," he says, grabbing another slice of pizza. "It’s not like you’re the only one. My gran absolutely adores him. Has ever since he was born on the same day she got her citizenship. She has like, commemorative plates and pictures and everything."

Rosh laughs.

Simon buries his face in his hands.

Sometimes he really hates his friends.

[kasuaalipelitelevisio]

Reada fanfic that tickled my brain so much that its killing me AND ITS LAST UPDATED IN LAST OCTOBER KWKSJSJSKSKKEN

[omarrudberg-confessions]

You haven't posted in a while. I lowkey thought we lost this account as well... I'm glad it's back

[novaephemera]

"it's all fake, everything in the world is fake. none of the people are real, they are just made out of metal. but i really like you, and that is not fake."

[luminouspetal]

Actually, I want one of those table confession things in season 3. They all make Wille stand on the table for having disappeared in the party last night. Only this time Wille downright confesses that he's been fucking his boyfriend, Simon, last night, and gets off the table. Mic drop.

[young-royals-confessions]

Do you have a comfort fic that you keep going back to? What is it and how many times have you read it?

[snallavanta]

be fr. who is team marcus here (except tommy & edvin), i just wanna have a chat

[domtheforestgnome]

Young Royals S1 vs. S2

I've got a confession to make... *takes deep breath* Ilikeseason1stmorethanseason2nd.

Now you know.

Moreover! I bet when the season 3rd will be released, the 2nd one will be my least favourite! Why?

Simply bc S2 is just so uncomfortable in so many parts, which I can understand - it has to be like that for the continuation of the story. But still, I found myself watching entire S1 so many times (don't get me wrong I watched Young Royals for the first time 1 month before S2 was out and I think it could be 10 times one by one by one...)! So we're here on December 13th and I can clearly see it, bc when it comes to S2, I watched it once and after that, I'm watching it only in parts, totally skipping moments with Marcus (sometimes I forget he's there and I'm so frustrated every time, he jumps out of the fridge!)...

It is very interesting for me, bc when there was the premiere of season 2 this year I felt very excited about it, I trusted creators and was really amazed by the characters this time. Really! You can just feel that they are made of flesh and blood. You can disagree with them, they can disagree with themselves after some time even (Sara?) and it's so fresh for me (for example another series I watched between S1 and S2 was S2 of Winx and I completely stopped to believe those characters)!

Overall, it is really nice to learn something new about oneself... It's completely different level of how Young Royals can affect someone and I couldn't be more gratefull for it!

[lostinthe--stars]

How am I just now realising that on my FANDOM BLOG I have not once posted ANYTHING about my all time favourite show in all of existence.

I watched this for the first time about a month after the first season released. I sobbed in bed for about 15 minutes after the season 1 finale and proceeded to rewatched the season TWICE that same day (in order to achieve this I skipped certain scenes and plot lines I cared less for, and I didn’t go to sleep until 1am the next morning).

So, let it be known: Young Royals is my favourite show in existence, and those who know me in real life know that I do not shut up about this show if given the chance to talk about it. My best friend knows all about the show from how often I would call him to gush about the show.

Go watch Young Royals. You will thank me for it

YOUNG ROYALS | 3.06

[starfishstark]

PRINCESS AND THE SITH

NOTE guys this prompt got a hold of me, so blame @ofstarsandvibranium for the midnight horrible writing

WARNINGS 1.6K words, violence, death of a non-MC, smut (you freaks), lots of religious imagery and refrences to Qimir being god-like (he is)

PAIRING qimir x princess! reader

you and young jedi qimir fall in love when he's guarding you as a member of the royal family. you're stricken away from each other in the name of duties and responsibilities, and the love is thought to be a lost cause to you...until you see him again, holding a vibrant red saber to the throat of your betrothed.

Oh my stars, he was just as beautiful as the day he left. Even with grim over his face, and sweat glistening over his skin. The red reflected off of him in a way that she could only compare to heavenly. Oh what a horrible idea…

It was just a mistake, that was all. As a kid, she should have known she couldn’t have grown close to any Jedi. As a teenager, she should have recognized her faults, and moved past them. Not whatever happened between them then, puppy innocent love. Nothing tainted, nothing impure, simply just a love that bloomed between them, first love. 

But it could never meant to be. She knew she had to grow into her royal duties, one day marry into a rich royal family somewhere out there to settle down and provide heirs for that family as she wasn’t the eldest.

And Qimir…he was a Jedi. He could never have that without forsaking what he has stood for all his life. So once the threat on the royals’ lives had ended, he was sent away. And she never thought of him again…

That was completely false, by the way. It was like every waking second after his departure was spent in reminiscence of him. 

Every lesson became a guess if he would like the subject or not. Every lonely stroll became a daydream about his presence. Every late night was spent wishing he was there guarding her room from the inside, holding her in warrior strengthened arms and confessing the sweet love he had for her. 

As time washed past, the remembrance faded away, until the impending face of reality dawned upon her. There was no point in wishing over something she would never have, something that wouldn’t serve her people. 

She had a royal duty to be bound elsewhere and provide heirs. It was time she forgot about the boy that only stayed weeks, but occupied her mind for years.

But he stood here, grinning like a madman, but at least he was grinning.

“Qimir?” She asked softly, not daring to guess if it was him or not. 

The guard took her by the arm, pulling her away, "Princess, you need to step away. Our priority is getting you to safety—”

“What do you mean- oh.” 

She saw it, the reason he was grinning so widely. In his arms he held the man she was meant to marry in the crook of his elbow, squeezing the neck so tightly that the eyes started to bulge out, but her eyes stayed focused on the sheer mass of muscle he displayed. He wore white…white, like her husband was supposed to on the wedding day. White, and red that made him glow in her eyes. 

“Qimir, what is this?”

“I read…” He started off, clearly his throat, trying to soften his voice. “I read about your laws and traditions, princess…” He glanced off at the man he was currently strangling, holding the end of a small dagger like saber, to his head, a look full of disgust and malice. “And this idiots’ laws too…If I kill him off, I get his wife or his kingdom…and to your laws, all you need to provide is a backup heir for your kingdom…it doesn’t matter who the father is.”

“Of course it does, it needs to be of royal blood,” She answered simply, face and thoughts going more and more blank the longer she spent in his presence. He was really here, and it was flattering he wanted to marry her, but really it could never work out he was a Jedi-

The red saber stared back at, as if taunting her to continue her thoughts. 

No, no, ok, makes sense, he’s a Jedi anymore, but…if he wasn’t Jedi, what was he?

Qimir cocked an eyebrow and smirked at the ministry to her right. “Is that so?”

The Ministry looked down in shame. “No, you are wrong princess…He…he is right. The father does not matter if at least the mother is in direct blood of the throne.”

Her face dropped, looking at them equally with shame and a repulsion, and then panicking, looking suddenly at her fiance’s impending death in the eyes. “Wait, wait, Qimir, don’t be rash, we don’t have to kill him, you’ll enable an entire army of attacks, think rationally here-”

“Oh princess…” He crooned, a glaze in his eyes that never left her, not even for a second. He tilted his head, turning her fiance in tow with him. “Shh…If it’ll hurt, you can close your eyes this time. This isn’t the first time I’ve killed for you…and it won’t be the last either. Shhh, sh…close your eyes.”

“You…you can’t do this,” She tried again stupidly. 

“Yes, yes I can…” he whispered, voice impossibly soft when the subject was the murder of a royal in front of her, her supposed fiance… well not anymore, a little voice in her head cooed, sounding impossibly like Qimir in that moment. 

“Just close your eyes, princess, nothing to see here…the wedding will commence like normal…and nothing will come between us again.”

“Qimir, please, he’s innocent,” She whispered, tears springing in her eyes.

“Princess, c’mon now, don’t make this more difficult for yourself…close your eyes, and cover your ears.”

She glanced at the man she was strangling, taking a full moment to beg for forgiveness in herself, before she turned around closing her eyes and covered her ears. She thought she could practically feel Qimir’s grin resonating around her, and the second her ex-fiances’ body hit the floor. After a moment of silence, a hand rested at her shoulder, turning her around. 

Qimir’s handsome face tugged at her heartstrings, even when she knew that the hands he touched her so softly with were stained with blood. His eyes were alike to a puppy, with hope filling a spark in them that she would marry him and they could love again, the love that never truly fades. His hair framed his face, since when was it that long? Oh she hadn’t seen him in that long.

“Ready to get married, princess?”

__

After the marriage, no one really dared to come near him after he so simply beheaded the heir to a million count kingdom. Suffice to say, no one would bother them for a while…especially during their wedding night. When he had face pushed against the pillow while he took his time learning his way around her body once again. 

“When I-” He cut off with a sharp thrust that rendered her useless under him, whining some nonsense about how good everything felt, “saw the wedding announcement, princess, I nearly killed him that night. Almost consumed him in the force itself, that bastard, trying to take what’s mine.”

“Yours, yours, yours, Qimir, I’m so sorry—”

“Shhh, it’s ok, princess, I’m not mad at you,” he crooned into her ear, his nose tracing a line up and down her neck in comfort as he forced himself further into her, the mess dripping onto the bedsheets and down her thighs. “You didn’t have a choice, you thought you had to do it…I know you would have chosen me if you could, oh poor baby, you thought you were all alone…”

His voice was so soft onto her, like velvet that soothed all the cuts left behind by the years he wasn’t there. “It’s ok… I’m here now, princess…”

She gasped softly when he pulled out just to thrust all the way in again, his fingers coming up to push her head back into the mattress, forcing her hips higher and straightening back out. “Stars, princess, I dreamed of this so much when I didn’t have you…did you dream of me?”

“Almost every night, Qimir, missed you so much,” She blabbed, feeling tears peak at her eyes with how long he was dragging this out. “Please, please, please, need you, need you now, please—”

“Shhh, shh, baby, maybe if it’s easier, you should close your eyes,” He whispered, a mockery of the circumstances before their wedding, sending a shiver involuntarily down her shoulder. “I know what you need, just-” he thrusted again, pressing a spot inside her that made her see stars “-relax.”

She practically melted in his grip, while he breathed heavily above her, the sound like a symphony to heaven’s gates to her. Like pure bliss exploding on her skin, ever second he was with her. 

“Fuck, I love you so much, princess, baby, you love me too, don’t you? Stars, I did this all for you, I fucking love you.”

“I love you, I love you, Iloveyou, Iloveyou-” The phrase became a mantra on her tongue, a prayer that died the second he started to move on her. Prayers were answered, an alter laid before her. He had the wings of an angel, and the eyes of the devil when he peered at her with such power laid in his hands. His blood-streaked hands, like the acceptance of a sacrifice, sacrifice in her name, if he was god, what does that make her? The worship he gave to her, laying practically at her feet, jumping down from his pedestal for a touch of mortality from her lips, and the dangers of being young forever when they touched. 

“You’re mine, princess, no other dirty prince will ever touch you,” He whispered to her, and she knew she believed in faith when his words rang like truth itself in her core. 

When they both finished, he laid next to her, curling her hair behind her ear and pressing gentle kisses to her forehead, each one like sunlight on her skin. She knew what it was like to be touched by a god.