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i know simon gets an insane amount of whiplash on a daily basis because all of these people are somehow simultaneously his boyfriend

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Simon and Wilhelm 🤎🧡💛

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Via OMR beauty.

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The face of innocence

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Över Bordet || Edvin Ryding & Omar Rudberg

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all that stands between us

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If you have a cat please reblog this with its name please and thank you

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28 years later - official trailer

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Crown Prince Wilhelm and Simon Eriksson

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YOUNG ROYALS 1.05

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fuck

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Young Royals 2.03

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Posting a Sunday snippet of my canon divergence

After that it’s back to grad school work.

Soon I will have more time to work on this. SOON.

“Pleased to meet you, Crown Prince.” Sara makes sure to use ni, when she addresses him. “You know your manners,” Erik says with a grin. He twitches his shoulders backward, as if dodging Sara’s grammar. “I’m at school, so Erik and du are fine. You must be Sara?” He offers his hand. “Sara Eriksson,” Sara briefly accepts the handshake. “Was I too formal?” “Not at all,” Erik replies. “I have older relatives who’d be charmed. And one younger one.” One of Erik’s friends snickers at the last part. Erik silences him with a look. The silence goes on just long enough that Sara wonders if she’s missing something. Before she can ask, however, Erik steers the conversation in another direction. “I understand you’re interested in Hillerska. How about we give you a tour?” “A… tour?” Sara hesitates.  The image of Simon setting the table—too casually—and Mamma at the stove interrupts her thoughts. Reflexively, Sara checks her phone for the time. Another text from Simon confronts her. School called Mamma and told her you skipped. She’s pissed! Better get back here soon. What, so Simon’s her parent now too? Sara rolls her eyes. It’s not even five o’clock yet, and they won’t eat until seven anyway.  Maybe it’s not even worth being home, maybe it’s one of those Friday nights where Pappa shows up unannounced with Marabou—at least he doesn’t bring her the kind with nougat, like Mamma gives her at Christmas, but Sara doesn’t like that he tries to buy her off with a candy bar like she’s a little kid. He always wants to know if she and Simon want to go see the live music at some cafe in town, and Simon always looks like he wants to go, but says no with a stiff jaw anyway. And Sara always wants to say you’re not even supposed to be here, we would not have to turn you away and upset you if you didn’t show up in the first place. Except that she freezes up every time Pappa appears, now. And wouldn’t strolling the grounds of an untouchably beautiful school be better than freezing up? “Sorry,” says Erik, not without a touch of obnoxious (well-meaning?) pity. “Do you have to get home to your parents?” The word parents pricks at Sara like a trio of insect bites. She slips her phone back into her bag, snaps her bag shut, and taps her headband to make sure it isn’t crooked. “I’d like to see the stables, actually,” she says. “Could you show me where to find them?”

That’s all for now. I hope everyone has a nice conclusion to their weekend!

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I adore Simon's unfettered commitment to continuously messing up Wille's perfectly coiffed hair, especially when there is important princely buisness, to let everyone know that he is Wille's man.

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One thing Wille notices, a few weeks after they move in together, is that Simon likes to take up space. If Wille gets up from the sofa while they’re watching TV, Simon will prop his legs up on the cushions he’s just vacated, and he won’t move them when Wille returns. Instead he’ll smile cheekily and drape his legs over Wille’s thighs when he sits back down. Wille doesn’t mind.

When he’s cooking, he likes to spread pans and utensils across the counter in the order he will use them, and he constantly nibbles at the various ingredients he’s preparing, humming and dancing his way around the kitchen. Wille doesn’t mind.

When Wille gets out of bed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, Simon will starfish into the middle of the mattress, and Wille will have to gently roll him back onto his side (and then spoon him and nuzzle him back to sleep, obviously). He doesn’t mind.

He loves the cheekiness and the dancing and the humming and the sprawling, because he loves Simon, and he never wants Simon to make himself small ever again.

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