#and now you are…………WILMON!!!!!

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

🤧

I just started crying

[levok]

♡

My lowkey fave bit

[loren91]

Once again their dynamic is the best thing that's ever been shown on screen. Wille, as usual, is being emotionally honest with his heart on his sleeve. Openly admitting to Simon that he's been dreaming about them. It would have been so easy for Simon to tease Wille about this and say ‘So you dreamt about me huh?’ But Simon, the sweet, considerate, lovely boy that he is, chooses to validate Wille's choice of words, rather than make fun of him for it.

The official translation doesn't really do Simon justice in my opinion.

"Det var inte riktigt så här jag hade drömt att det skulle va." "Hur har du drömt att det ska va?"

"This wasn't really how I'd dreamed it would be." "How did you dream it would be?"

There's a clear punctuation on 'ska va?'. It's not a casual question. He's asking for Wille to elaborate on his dreams, with the obvious intention of making the conversation flirty. He's not surprised at the "I can show you", he expected it. He wants to make Wille's dream come true. And Wille thrives in this affirmation 💜

[grounded-parasocial]

I wrote a little something, so I’m soft launching it, without the big AO3 box, because that’s too scary and vulnerable.

At some point along the way, it became a habit that on Sundays, after spending the morning lazing under the covers, tangled together mapping each other's bodies, Simon putters around the apartment doing chores in just his underwear. No hoodie, no socks, just golden skin and underwear.

Or

Wilhelm is obsessed with Simon’s ass while he does Sunday chores in his underwear.

If you are interested in a little crack, you can find Sundays on AO3 - under 2k rated M

[faceofpoe]

presenting: the Wil-monifesto

(i.e. the Luthen & Wilmon dynamic of s2 was wild and entirely unseen on screen and mostly filtered through Cassian and this will eat my brain forever.)

[gulliblelemon]

Chapter 6 - Final chapter

Their conversation on the bench had started some cogs turning in Simon’s brain, and suddenly he was achingly aware of Wille. Always. He knew when he was arriving in the break room, knew when he was watching Simon across a meeting room, knew when he was about to approach Simon’s desk. A fire had been lit in the pit of Simon’s stomach and there was no denying it anymore. He didn’t want to be Wille’s friend. 

Thanks for everyone who's read so far, and big thanks to @iwouldnevergetintofanfic for her beta work on this in the middle of all the wonderful fic she's also writing.

We made it! I hope you all enjoy this final instalment 💜

Read now on AO3. Or start from the beginning.

[hergrandplan]

Sunday snippet from Chapter 4 of You're the risk I want to take

Simon ROSH ROSH You’ll never guess who just walked in Rosh ? Simon Prince fucking Wilhelm Simon glances up at him, and, Simon has to admit, he looks good. Wilhelm has traded in his crisp suit for a white knit sweater and some slacks. He at least looks a lot more comfortable than he did when Simon saw him on TV a few weeks ago, though he still looks a bit on edge as he looks around the café. Wilhelm’s eyes land on him, and Simon quickly looks down at his phone, furiously texting Rosh.  Simon Shit  I think he saw me Do you think he recognized me Fuck i think he’s coming over Rosh help what do I do “Simon?”

[piebingo]

AU where Simon is a successful streamer. Linda visits him at his apartment once and finds his fridge empty. It’s the last straw, she can’t see her boy not feed himself well enough anymore. Since Simon is making good enough money for it, she forces him to hire a private chef so that he can at least have some good home cooked meal a few times a week. Simon doesn’t want to, but Linda is Linda so he ends up agreeing. However, he lets her choose who it will be because he doesn’t want to deal with it.

Linda interviews a few people and settles on this nice young man (if she thinks he might be Simon’s type, and she would love for him to have someone else in his life… well that’s no one’s business but her own). Enter Wilhelm, Simon’s new private chef, who comes in a few times a week to make him lunch and dinner. What starts as awkward nods every time Simon comes out of his streaming room forgetting a stunning man will be standing in his kitchen turns into small talk at the kitchen counter, watching the way Wilhelm works the dough of whatever he is making for Simon this time around. It later turns into Simon inviting Wille to eat with him, because it sucks a bit to eat all those fancy meals by himself. They become friends after that, blurring the lines between working relationship and friendship, which on a late night after a good meal… turns into more than that.

Wille stops being Simon’s private chef after that, but that’s alright because his new boyfriend turns out to be quite the cook. Linda is forever smug her plan worked. She hadn’t meant to find Simon a boyfriend, but when she saw Wille she knew she should take the chance.

[skibasyndrome]

💜 wilmon;

"You can open your eyes now."

cw: this is slightly nsfw. Wille birthday redemption arch - special outfit edition!

"You can open your eyes now," Simon's voice wavers slightly when he speaks for the first time again, after leaving Wille sitting in their bed, eyes dutifully pressed shut and mind reeling with an abundance of possible explanations for Simon's sudden secrecy. Wille slowly blinks his eyes open, now sensitive against the gentle golden light of morning that is streaming in through the sheer curtains of their hotel room. When they land on the figure in front of him he feels every last breath knocked out of him at once. "Happy birthday," Simon tells him, voice sheepish in a way he doesn't usually get, like he has any reason at all to be nervous, like Wille is in any state to do anything but stare on in awe, like Wille could ever feel anything but utmost reverence for his boyfriend. Especially when he's standing in front of him like this, beautiful, stunning, presenting an outfit for him that makes Wille wonder if he's still dreaming. Simon's chest moves slowly as he sucks in a deep breath, lifting the sheer white fabric that's tightly hugging him with it, moving the lace flowers so enticingly that Wille needs to mirror the action, needs to gasp to get air back into his lungs. "Can you please tell me what you're thinking?," Simon gets out, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and tensing his arms that are helpfully, beautifully crossed behind his back so - presumably - Wille can get a good look at that vision of a man in front of him. It's Simon's nervous plea that kicks Wille back into gear, makes him realize that maybe, just maybe, staring on like he's unlearned all other forms of speech is not an option. He scrambles to pull the crisp hotel bedsheet off his legs, quickly puts both feet on the ground, hopes to god that his knees aren't as unusable as they feel, and gets up to come to a stand in front of Simon. Wille just nods at him once, entirely unuseful, as he realizes a little too late, then lifts a hand slowly, carefully, as if he could scare Simon away with a single abrupt movement. They both watch Wille's hand as he brings it towards Simon's sternum, fingers involuntarily shaky as he drags them down, across the textured fabric. But he's still not saying anything, god, and Simon is still staring at him like he's not getting just how fucking stunning Wille thinks he is right now, and always, but especially now, and that just won't do. "Can- can I show you instead?" is what Wille finally forces out of his mouth, and he's about to groan at his own fucking ineptitude, but then Simon's frown is morphing into a bright smile, one that makes his eyes crinkle around the edges, one that has him letting out a sweet, relieved giggle that makes Wille's insides melt in fondness. "Mmmh," is all Simon says before he's wrapping his lace-covered arms around Wille's neck and pulling him down into a kiss that's a little too smiley to be heated, a little too deep and breathy and slick to be innocent, but fucking perfect to Wille. Fucking perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, is what plays in Wille's mind over and over as he wraps his own arms around Simon, maneuvers them backwards and lowers his wonder of a boyfriend down onto the bed.

Hi anon!!! I promise I tried to make this one only 5 paragraphs this time but dklafdklhgfdk even that failed...... anyways, lmao, I hope you're happy with a little special birthday time for wilmon. Thanks for the fun sentence! 💜💜💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I will write you (most likely more than) 5 more!

[art-question-mark]

love love love andor…as its own show. not as a rogue one prequel.

because tell me why we are brutally assassinating our main character’s whole story + characterization, and completely undermining the whole plot of rogue one?

[leojfitz]

Wilmon + "Sorry, I did not want to wake you up" 💜

“Sorry, I did not want to wake you up," Simon whispered as he noticed Wille slowly blinking at him from the bed - he looked so soft with the blankets wrapped around him, his hair a mess after they had quite an eventful night. 

“Where are you going?” Wille asked, keeping his voice low as well so they wouldn’t wake Sara and Felice sleeping in the other room, his eyes now open wide, almost worried, “I don’t like it when you leave me.” 

The four of them had been travelling for about a week, Simon and Wille had barely left each other’s side this whole time, and they were now staying in Tromsø, where for some reason a relative of Felice had a house, an uncle of some kind, Simon wasn’t really sure, all he knew was that they were in Northern Norway, 1,500km away from home, the sun never set, and that he loved Wille in a way that scared him sometimes. 

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast,” Simon answered, as he crouched down so he could plant a quick kiss on Wille’s forehead, “but you woke up and ruined my surprise,” he added, kissed Wille on the lips for good measure, and his boyfriend smiled at him, his eyes already half-closed again, happy now that he knew that Simon was not in fact running away from him. 

Simon finally left the room then, not without turning one last time to take a look at Wille, who was already drifting back to sleep, and quietly closed the house’s door behind him as he headed to the bakery, a smile on his face as he walked down the streets of a town that had already become familiar to him. 

He knew that at some point they’d have to head back home, back to real life, and they would have to face the reality of Hillerska closing down - they said there was a good chance of it opening up again, but maybe not until next semester - but for now, Simon didn’t want to think about it, he wanted to soak it all in, enjoy every single moment with three of his favourite people in the world. 

send me wilmon + a sentence and i will write the next five 💜

[youngroyals-stuff]

[shouldntbearevolution]

Somebody's watching me 👻

Simon i see a ghost He feels his heart pounding as he looks up again and sees the figure still moving, like it’s swaying back and forth. Wille 🐸 That good, huh? 😏 Simon wille no i’m being so serious right now i see a GHOST

Kinktober: sexting

Read on ao3!

As a final installment for @youngroyals-events kinktober, here is the stupidest thing I've ever written lmao. Thank you for all the support this month, it's been so much fun!! 💜

[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]

Hi hi! For drabble week: “Remember back when we were kids?” & “You can't run forever.” 💜💜💜

Simon!!!! Sorry this is so late, but here's the first one (the second one will be its own separate post coming later 💜). A little childhood best friends to lovers for you 💜

@youngroyals-events

“Remember the promise we made here, when we were kids?”

Simon does remember. They had been 7, and Wille had had a ringpop, and neither of them really knew what love was but Wille had proposed to him anyways, because that’s what grown-ups did. Simon had said yes because Wille was his best friend, and, with Simon’s teddy as their officiant, had vowed to always be his best friend.

“What would you say now?”

And suddenly, Simon’s breath catches in his throat, because he’s looking down at his boyfriend, on one knee, holding two silver rings in a velvet box.

[bluedalahorse]

In additional support of weird for YR fandom (weird looks a number of ways!)

Yes, I am super in support of @enjoythesilentworld’s post about how 2025 YR fandom should invest itself in weird fic.

I’d like to take that idea and elaborate on it and argue that “weird” fic (meant in the most complimentary way) doesn’t always have to be synonymous with crack fic or humor. It certainly can be, and at the same time, there’s also lots of other moods and genres a “weird” fic can take on. So I mean this in an encouraging way for those of you who don’t write crack or humor: you too can write “weird” in your own way!

Some of my favorite fics in fandoms before YR (I have been in many fandoms over the years) were the ones that made me go “I didn’t know I wanted to read a fic about this, but this story got me interested anyway.” They’re often ones that poke at the boundaries of commonly established and well-liked fanon, or took a deep dive into less-written-about characters in ways I didn’t expect. And then the author might choose an odd bit to commit to, but they commit to it nonetheless.

I try to take this approach in my own YR fics. I don’t have the comedic timing to be a good crackfic writer, and my particular brand of humor more often involves highlighting the absurdity of social norms. I tend to think my writing niche is bittersweet—sometimes leaning bitter, sometimes leaning sweet. The “weird” premises I like are less along the lines of putting the characters in a strange new world or situation and more just asking what I can do that’s a little outside the ordinary for fandom. Or, to put it another way, the ideas that feel less safe or marketable, or like they aren’t going to have an audience at all.

For instance, Five Times Felice Ehrencrona Was A Bad Friend was written during a time when a lot of fandom was praising Felice for being a good friend. Which she is! But I said to myself, surely Felice isn’t patient and kind with all of her friends all of the time? Maybe a fic about that wouldn’t be fascinating to other people, because Felice’s good friend status is a thing people enjoy about her, but it’s fascinating to me. So I committed to the bit and wrote it. I’m glad I did.

Or take Makes the Medicine Go Down. Ew, a story where Vincent like, gets straight married and reproduces and divorces and tries to be a good dad in spite of all this? Ew ew Blue, you’re going to take Vincent’s feelings seriously? So weird, right? But the idea wouldn’t leave me alone, and it gave me the big feelings, and I committed to the bit and wrote it. I’m glad I did.

August continues to grow in a positive direction after canon and deepens his friendship with Nils in university while Kristina tries to use August to make up for past mistakes? Swell the Numbers. Glad I committed to the bit because I really liked writing that fic.

None of these fics are weird in the sense that they are crack, but they are “weird” in the sense that they don’t feel super “safe” or “marketable” to YR fandom. Maybe they are safe after all, but I didn’t feel they were while working on them.

I spend a lot of time craving fic that pushes past the usual fandom archetypes, and focuses on characters who aren’t written about as often. Like, what if Felice doesn’t want to be a good friend and a listening ear all the time? What if Rosh has a day when she isn’t confident and sporty, and completely forgets how to talk in front of a pretty girl? What if Ayub loses his patience and gets into a big fight with Simon? Does Sara feel occasional waves of jealousy toward her friends, even after her transformative first year at Hillerska, and what do those waves of jealousy look like? What would it look like for August, as crown prince, to get a pet he ends up feeling really attached to and soft about? What’s the shy side of Maddie’s personality like? We know she’s brash and daring in English but so shy about Swedish she won’t speak it. What if Hillerska reopens without the main five, and Alexander and Henry and Walter are the new third year boys now, and they’re having serious conversations about what the way forward is? Do they rebuild the old system or try to push forward with a new one, and do they even agree on what leadership looks like?

You could write these ideas as crack/humor, or you could also dive into them as a more serious story. Maybe it’s a stretch to call these “weird” ideas, and maybe for a lot of people weird only means crack. But I wanna argue that weird can also just mean unusual, and unusual can mean deepening a character in unexpected ways that you’re worried no one is going to like. Well. I think we should all lean into “unusual” in 2025 too. Maybe more people will like it than we think!