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YOUNG ROYALS 3.03

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There are millions of lights in the world, and there's one for you.💜

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been missing them :(

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💜;

He could feel the sweat starting to trickle down the back of his neck as the pleasure raced through him like fire. "Look at me," came the breathy order from Simon.

Hi anon!!!! thank you so much for this prompt omg 👀💜💜💜

cw: nsfw

He could feel the sweat starting to trickle down the back of his neck as the pleasure raced through him like fire.

"Look at me," came the breathy order from Simon.

Wille nodded weakly, grabbing Simon's arm more tightly where it was wound around his middle.

"Yes," he breathed, fighting down the sweet fiery tide rising up inside of him. Too soon, way too soon. Simon was nowhere near coming, Wille could tell. His trusts were relentless, measured, his grip around Wille's middle tight and deliciously controlling. Wille bit his tongue, hard, staving off the heat pooling deep in his belly. He couldn't come when Simon wasn't anywhere near his orgasm, not when he was treating him so well, not when Wille wanted nothing more than to feel Simon fall apart pressed against his back. Not when he wanted to feel-

"Baby," Simon's voice cut through the stuffy air of their bedroom like a sharp knife.

And before Wille could try again, could remember what he'd been told, Simon pulled back. Wille let out a desperate gasp when, all at once, Simon left him devastatingly empty and clenching around nothing.

"Sim-" Wille tried to cant his hips back, tried to chase after Simon's cock, but Simon's arms held him in place, one hand on Wille's waist, one hand gripping his hip tightly.

"Eyes," was all he said, punctuated with a hot kiss pressed into his shoulder blade.

Wille's belly expanded with every deep breath as he tried to get his body to comply. But the sudden loss left him reeling.

Simon's grip around him tightened dangerously. In a movement that felt both conciliatory and taunting, Simon leaned forward again. The feeling of his slick and hot cock on his ass cheek tore a groan from deep within Wille's chest.

"Look at me," Simon breathed against Wille's sweaty neck. "and I'll fuck you again."

With what felt like the last bit of strength left in his wrecked system, Wille urged his eyelids, heavy as head open, wild eyes searching, then finally finding Simon's in the reflection of the mirror.

"Good," Simon cooed and Wille watched his own neglected cock twitch at the praise.

With bated breath, he watched on as Simon unwound one arm from around him.

Fighting against every urge to close his eyes again, he got to watch Simon's face as he slowly, way too fucking slowly, guided his cock back into him.

I'm not used to writing in past tense rip

Feel free to either send me a smut prompt from this list or from your own imagination <3

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Love That He's Like This (Hate That I'm Like This)

Here's a little cute friends-to-lovers to celebrate Wilmon Day!! Thank you @youngroyals-events for organising! This is inspired by prompt 49: 'Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?'.

Ever since Wille had introduced himself over lunch at the start of the school year with that awkward charm of his, Simon had known that he didn’t stand a chance. Not necessarily no chance of getting with Wille, that he’d only learnt later, when Wille had started mentioning girls he found pretty and never said anything about boys. No, Simon had known from the start that there was no shot that he could get close to Wille without falling in love with him. Of course he’d been stupid enough to do it anyway. Simon had never had much sense of self preservation.

or: Simon has been secretly in love with his best friend Wille for months

read it here <3 (4.1K, T-rated)

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Hej :) I’d love to read something from you about 14 & 18 from the Wilmon Day prompts list 💜 No pressure though, of course. Also I’ve seen your ask and it has been noted :) Thank you

Hey there sleepy smile (I see you've brought your bedroom eyes)

“Can I sit?” When Wille nods and shoots him a gentle smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, Simon wiggles his way onto Wille’s lap, lodges himself between Wille’s chest and the edge of their kitchen table. He takes it as a good sign when Wille wraps his arms around his middle to stabilize him and nuzzles his nose into the spot behind Simon’s ear. Or: A sleepy Simon comes to drag an overthinking Wille to bed. "Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?" & "In which position do they usually sleep?"

(rated T, 2.7 k)

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Thank you so much for the prompts, Helen! I hope I did them justice and I hope you enjoy :) Happy wilmon day, people!!! And thank you to @youngroyals-events for organizing the event! 💜💜💜

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Wilmon Day 2025

In season 3, we were gifted with a very beautiful, poetic, romantic and steamy Wilmon scene during Valborg. So, we've decided Valborg is now Wilmon Day and to celebrate we're talking about all things Wilmon!

For such, you can choose one of these prompts and create any fanwork you want: fanfiction, fanart, gifs, videos, analysis... Even "just" answering the question will do. The goal is to get the whole fandom talking about Wilmon (not that we need a lot of incentive!). Anything goes, as long as it's original (and not AI generated).

To participate, simply post your fanwork/reply on April 30th with the tag #WilmonDay. And don't forget to @ us at the body of the post so that we'll see it and reblog it.

Three hurras for Wilmon and let's get creating!

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sunday snippet (slightly nsfw)

writing has been kind of challenging again recently, but I've been trying to make some progress with my beloved requested spa wilmon. sooo for self-motivational purposes: have a little sneak peek of Wille struggling

Wille’s gotten massages before, plenty of them. So this shouldn’t be a problem.

It should be the opposite of a problem, he should be relaxing, should feel the tension drain out of him, should feel relief at the hands working on the tightness of his muscles. But he’s failing, he’s failing so hard. Nothing about this feels relaxing at all. Every slide of Simon’s slick hands over his back reminds him that he’s currently very naked. With a very, very pretty man touching him. And that that is a creepy thought to be having when you’re just getting a fucking massage. But surely he can make it out of this alive and without being a weirdo about it. He can think about other things, about something else, anything else that isn’t the fact that Simon’s pressing into Wille’s skin right where it makes Wille clench his teeth in order not to let out a noise he knows is going to sound embarrassing. Simon really, really knows what he’s doing.  Which he has to, goddammit, Wille reminds himself. He has to, because this is his job, he’s a professional and that is all there is to this. Wille presses his eyelids shut so hard, he feels a little sting in his head. Not very relaxed of him.

When Simon digs both thumbs into his traps, right where they run up his neck, Wille fails to bite back a whimper. When he feels the hands slide off his back again, he’s more than glad to be face down with his burning cheeks hidden from view. How has he never thought about the sounds he lets out during a massage before? Simon clears his throat and Wille’s ears perk up. “Uhh," he sounds a little unsure, a little strained. Wille wants to sink into the floor. "You should try to keep breathing, otherwise you’re just gonna tense up more.” He runs an oiled up palm over Wille’s shoulder blade, maybe in a comforting, soothing way, but Wille thinks the soft touch might be even worse than Simon digging the heel of his hand into his muscles. He hums in agreement, not trusting his voice to come out in any way that is helpful. Of course Simon would notice that Wille is clenching his teeth through this fucking massage. There’s only hoping that he’ll never find out that Wille is embarrassingly, horrifyingly half-hard under that flimsy towel that’s wrapped around his hips.

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Sunday Snippet

From the new oneshot I’m working on inspired by the Galore photoshoot. Under a cut for nsfw reasons x

The g string barely covered him. Wille imagined himself gently tugging it to the side, feeling the weight of Simon’s cock in his hand while he slid his tongue into his mouth. He rubbed his own cock more firmly through his boxers.

Baby?

Wille groaned. He pulled his hand out of his pants, grousing a little at being interrupted. Yeah?

Can you wait like, an hour before you start touching yourself?

Of course Simon knew. Of course he knew those pictures would absolutely wreck him, that his underwear would be a sticky mess already. !!?! Why???!

Because I’ll be back at the hotel by then, and I wanna call you :)

… FINE. Wille refastened his jeans with a scowl. Evil boyfriend. Evil.

Thank you x I knew you could be good for me

Simon!!

Love you :3 I’ll call you soon.

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Sunday Snippet

I am having A Week(TM). I have no idea if this will help or hinder. But I'm doing it anyway. I'm still working on my childhood friends fic, but this week I had another idea. For a one shot. It is very much outside of my comfort zone. Like... way, way out. But no one I've told about it has talked me out of it yet, so you can blame @iwouldnevergetintofanfic, @purplehoodiesandclementines and @phneltwrites (who also all need huge thanks for getting me through this week 💜). Anyway. There's a fair chance this will come to absolutely nothing. I am nothing if not a scaredy cat. But here's a little snippet anyway.

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“I, uhm…” If Wille wasn’t mistaken, there was a blush forming high on Simon’s cheeks. Paired with the sweater paws, it made for a devastatingly adorable image. “I…” Simon let out an awkward laugh and shook his head.

“Simon,” Wille said, “do I need to be worried?”

“No! No. Sorry. I just— It’s awkward and—” His nostrils flared as he huffed out a determined breath before saying, “You and Nils have slept together, right?”

The question took Wille completely by surprise. Because… yes, they had. It was a fairly open secret. And Wille was pretty sure Simon knew. But he still hadn’t been expecting it.

“Yes…” he said, trying to keep his tone casual. “Why— Why do you ask?”

Wille returned to chopping the onions if only so that he didn’t have to meet Simon’s eyes. Simon seemed grateful for it too, because his next sentences came out a little more sure.

“Okay. I… thought so. It’s just… He’s, uhm, he’s… offered his services…” – Wille’s knife slipped – “to me.”

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Exception

I wrote this for rare pair week and then didn't post because I panicked about what constitutes a rare pair, and also felt like a massive imposter since I write like 99% Wilmon and didn't want to impose on the event. Anyway. Apparently I'm over that enough to post it now. So... here, have this little Rolice drabble.

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Rosh is trying to pluck up some courage. 

Because Rosh does not like rich kids, and especially not Hillerska rich kids. But then there’s Felice. Felice, who is kind to Sara, and who makes Simon laugh, and who might just be the most beautiful girl Rosh has ever seen.

Felice who’s currently helping Linda with lunch. If Rosh times it right, maybe—

“She’ll say yes, you know.”

Somehow, Wilhelm appears out of nowhere.

“What the fuck do you know?” Rosh grumbles.

His knowing smile makes butterflies flutter in her stomach. And – despite herself – gives the last push she needs.

“Hi.”

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YOUNG ROYALS 2.01

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Wilmon + "I need you, Simon" 💜

Me? replying to a prompt sent half a year ago? More likely than you think!

Anyways, here’s the context for the question I asked earlier!

Happy birthday 🥰 (NSFW, edging, maybe a bit of light D/s? idk)

Part of the: Send me a sentence, get a ficlet-challenge

“Please, Simon, I need you,” Wille breathes into the crook of Simon’s neck.

Simon is hovering over him, knuckle-deep inside of Wille, and Wille’s fingers are digging crescent moons into his skin. “Not yet, baby,” Simon whispers, holy, reverently, into the space between them. He crooks his fingers just so, and Wille arches of the bed.

He hisses as Simon pushes his hips down again, pressing on the bruise he left – an hour? Two hours ago?

Simon keeps up his ministrations, all the while sucking bruises and pressing kisses into Wille’s skin, until Wille is nothing more than a blubbering mess, whispering how much he loves him, how much he needs him. And all the while Simon says, “not yet.”

His cock aches with the need to come, every nerve-ending feels alight as Simon’s fingers work miracles, erase every thought he’s ever had until the sole object of his thoughts, the only thing he’s ever thought is SimonSimonSimon.

And he won’t, he won’t come, not until Simon tells him to, says it’s okay, and Simon had been very clear in his instructions when they started that evening – Wille’s not allowed to come until Wille has fucked him true and well, but so far Wille’s only been rendered speechless by just his hands, his mouth, his tongue.

He’s fully aware that once he slides home, into Simon, that he won’t last long but he has to. Because Simon asked him to, because Simon needs him to, and Wille will do whatever Simon needs. But he’s close, so incredibly close, and if Simon doesn’t stop, he might just –

“Please,” he tries again, his legs shaking while at the same time grinding down on Simon’s fingers. He repeats it, over and over, a truly desperate whine. Because he needs Simon, needs him like air, like he’ll stop existing the minute Simon leaves.

And then Simon pulls out.

Wille’s eyes widen, hole clenching around nothing, already feeling so empty. He grinds down again, needing Simon’s fingers back into him, needing something.

“Sorry baby,” Simon says softly, gently stroking Wille’s sweat-damp hair out of his face. “You were getting too close. I need you to hold on a little bit longer for me, okay?”

And – of course. Of course Simon knows what Wille needs, even if it’s not necessarily what he wants. Because Wille – Wille needs to be good for Simon, and this is the only way he can keep being good.

So Wille nods, rapidly, muttering “yes” and “can do” and “thank you”, hands roaming over Simon’s body – taut and muscular and his –, so caught up in the feeling of Simon that he barely even notices Simon reaching for the lube again.

Not until Simon pushes the lube into his hands, and Wille doesn’t even need to hear him ask the question. He can read Simon as well as Simon can read him, has learned what every whimper, what every touch and motion means. That when he pushes on Wille’s shoulder, he wants him to lie down. A hand to the small of his back is a quick check to make sure that Wille’s okay, and kissing the top of his head when they’re cuddled up together in bed is as much as a “good night” as the actual words.

And a bottle of lube being pushed into his hands, is Simon telling him to get to work.

So Wille does.

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@skibasyndrome I draw you Wilmon's lake as a small gift for your birthday 💜💜💜💜 Happy birthday dear, I'm sending you so so so many hugs 💜💜💜

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YOUNG ROYALS Simon's hands on Wille • for @skibasyndrome <3

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Your love is tough, is tried and true blue

Simon’s quiet sounds are Wille’s favorite song. The call of birds just outside the window unimaginative by comparison. Every hitched breath, every soft moan, every airy laugh - exhales and inhales, and Wille takes them in like he’s been suffocating all his life. Or: Some days after they have left Hillerska, Simon and Wille find peace, calm, and each other in a cabin by the water.

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(rated E/M-ish, 4.5 k)

This is a birthday gift for my dearest Sophia @sillylittleflower 💜💜💜 you get an attempt at a song fic, boygenius, and Wille (and Simon!) post-s3 being so in love that it aches <3 I hope you enjoy <3

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✨🎀 Wille 🎀✨

for @skibasyndrome happy birthday, maus 💜