#Young Royals fanfiction

[hergrandplan]

Hi, hope you're still doing this (if not, it's totally ok).

Wilmon, "we were on a break!"

Hi anon! sorry it took me so long to answer, thank you so much for this <333 this was such a fun prompt to write (i did not even attempt to stick to 5 sentences though)

“We were on a break!” Wille shouted, sprinting after Simon through the dark garden, past the fairy lights, past the stragglers outside for a smoke. For someone so short, Simon was impossibly fast.

“We were –“, Wille panted out, as he came to a stop in front of Simon, “on a break.” Sounds from the wedding reception had followed them out, the laughter and shouts and music, but it was all muffled, far away.

“I don’t care, Wilhelm,” Simon spat, trying to push past him again. Wille flinched at his – full – name coming out of Simon’s mouth; he’d never called him anything else but Wille. “Even if you were, you clearly aren’t anymore. And I have no interest in being someone’s side fling.”

“It isn’t what you think.”

“Then what is it, Wilhelm? Please, enlighten me, tell me why this is anything else than you stringing me along, making me believe we had a future only to find out that you already had a boyfriend.”

“Because he’s not my boyfriend!”

“Then why did he call you babe and have his tongue down your throat the minute he saw you?”

Wille didn’t know what to say to that.

“Just like I thought. Goodbye, Wilhelm.” And there again, that name.

“Simon, stop, wait.” Wille’s hand shot out to wrap around Simon’s wrist, holding him in place. Trying to make him stay.Simon just looked at it, before looking back up at Wille, glaring at him, but at least he didn’t try to pull away.

“This whole thing was his idea, okay? He thought that, because he was my first boyfriend and all, that I should see other people, to make sure that he was who I really wanted.

And tonight, I was going to tell him that he had been right, that I didn’t want to get back together with him because I had found someone else. I didn’t think he would kiss me.”

“You were –“

“Officially going to end things. But I promise you, Simon, I wasn’t cheating. You’re not just some … some ‘side fling’.” He was so much more.

Wille stepped a bit closer, close enough to smell Simon’s cologne, to see the slight furrow of his brow and slight flush on his golden skin, even in the dark.

“I love you, Simon Eriksson. And it’s you I want to be with – if you’ll still have me.”

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[phneltwrites]

Sunday Snippet

Hey anyone want some exes fake dating? 😃 (canon divergence where they don't get back together at the end of S3)

This thing is so stupid and suddenly Simon can’t take it. All of the fakeness, the performance Wilhelm just put on. It doesn’t matter that he asked Wilhelm to do it. He despises it. 

“Take your fucking sunglasses off,” he snaps.

Wilhelm looks Simon head on and lifts both hands to take them off. When he does, Simon can see his eyes for the first time. They’re too full, longing, grief, and unutterable love all clamouring against each other trying to get out. Looking at it makes Simon feel like a voyeur.

Simon can’t help it; he—flinches.

“Yeah,” Wilhelm says and puts the glasses back on.

[omar-rudeberg]

does it feel alright to not know me? by disruptedthesky / @omar-rudeberg

Rating: Various (see below)

Summary:

Wille’s Month 2024 drabbles / ficlets. Sweet, spicy, tender, feisty.

Read on AO3: Day 1. Sandwich (T / 400 words)

I'll update daily on this post so like or save for later! // @youngroyals-events

[gulliblelemon]

Anywhere With You - Chapter 1

“Simon Eriksson?” Whipping round, Simon almost collided with a tall, handsome man in a burgundy jacket. He had slicked back hair, arresting brown eyes and an expensive watch peeking out from under his sleeve. “Yes,” Simon said, quickly trying to correct his footing. “Yes, that’s me. Hi.” The man extended his hand. “Wilhelm,” he said, offering Simon a small but sincere smile as they shook hands.

Read Chapter 1 on AO3 (M, 11k/57k).

[cloudywilmon]

It was brought to my attention that someone stole my work and reuploaded it on Wattpad claiming it as their own.

If anyone is reading YR fanfics on Wattpad please do not read young royals by syd34sydney, this is my fanfic “You’re Simply the Best”, copy and pasted word for word from my ao3. If you want to read this fic please read the original from ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35154169

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Dead Draw

dead draw /ded•drô/ noun • the position in which no player has any chance of winning. - These people have known each other forever. Some were friends that turned into rivals, others rivals that turned into friends. And then there's Simon and Wilhelm, who hate each other (not really) and seem to be afterthoughts at this tournament.

Read Chapter 3: Patzer on AO3

Some of them were friends who had soured into rivals, or rivals who softened into friends. Some of them shared coaches or titles, or competed over them just the same as if those things were the King on the board. Friends. Teammates. Childhood buddies. Rivals. Everything except lovers, frankly, but he wasn’t about to rule that out just yet.

or read from the beginning

Now with beautiful beautiful art by @loren91! Thank you so much. I'm in so much awe of it.

Edited and beta read by @the-navistar-carol because she's amazing.

[sadhappylady]

Wille's month day 8 - Wedding/Engagement - A fic rec list

@youngroyals-events

His Royal Fucking Highness (the whole series) by @notalotgoingonatthisinstant

The story of how our very best Simon Eriksson turns into His Royal Fucking Highness Prince Simon. Royal engagement and wedding and everything.

Drop It Like It's Hot by @the-amber-fox

Simon tries to propose and chaos ensues.

one hundred and seventeen by thatgayprince @prince-simon

Wille celebrates his birthday in Vegas, courtesy of Maddie, where he runs into Lady Gaga's background dancer.

it’s a little too late for us by @in-amor-veritas This_time_its_just_me

Spring arrives, and it's time for the Royal Wedding, the celebration of a new era. (A glimpse into a future where Simon agreed to be a secret and Wilhelm never changed the speech.)

(And then you should read the sequel to (eventually) get your happy ending.)

summer of love by embracedthevoid @ungaroyals

Wille returns home with his fiancé Marion to have the greatest engagement party ever. A roller-coaster of emotions later, love is secured.

Vegas, Baby! by itsme_hi_imtheproblem @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

Wilhelm, crown prince of Sweden, wakes up in Las Vegas with one of the worst hangovers of his life. He can't remember much from last night and he's not even sure who the stranger buried under the covers next to him is.

Please add on any recs you got 🥰

[willesredlights]

Hey Sari 💜 hope you have a lovely Sunday 💜

Wilmon + “it’s called acting, you dumbass.”

Hi Lia! Thank you, I hope you had a lovely Sunday too!💜

Let's pretend as if this is 5 sentences.

"It's called acting you dumbass", Wille says jokingly, after he kissed his roommate, Simon, while they were rehearsing for Wille's  theatre play.

"You didn't mention this scene involved a kiss", Simon is still shocked by Wille's sudden action to kiss him, he hadn't see it coming and it felt as if his insides were on fire, burning him up from inside out. That happens when the boy you've had a crush on for months just suddenly kisses you without a warning.

"A theatre kiss needs to be spontaneous, otherwise it will feel forced for the audience and I wasn't sure if you still wanted to help me rehearse if you knew it involved a kiss scene", Wille explains, his cheeks turning a bright red.

Simon is still processing what just had happened but only one thought is crossing his mind, he wants to feel it again, he wants to feel Wille's lips on his again because it had felt so good, it had felt as if all the noise had left their small dorm room and as if his heart was bursting with happiness.

Without thinking and in an impulse he grabs his roommate by his neck and pushes his lips onto his again and it feels like a thousand butterflies are erupting in his stomach and it feels so good to be finally doing this after months and months of pining.

Wille looks at him, confused and shocked at the same time, the same shock that was written on Simon's face a few minutes ago, he can't bring out another word but instead he pulls Simon closer and kisses him soft and tender and for Simon this is all the confirmation he needed.

Thank you for the prompt! 😊

Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll write the next five.

[skibasyndrome]

All this shit is new to me (1/?)

“You just accidentally ended up in some stranger’s shirt?” she asks with feigned casualness. Wille snorts. “Because I distinctly remember the shirt you wore when we went there, Wille. I helped you choose it!” “Mmmmh,” is all he says, still comfortably hidden from sight by his own arm. His shirt. That Simon went home with. That’s now lying somewhere at Simon’s place. Or: After meeting and hooking up with Simon at a club, Wille needs to figure out what exactly that means for them (or whether there even is a "them" to figure out). A sequel to "Lavender Haze"

(rated E for eventual smut, 6.7k words)

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My silly club hookup Wilmon! They're getting their sequel! Big, big thanks to everyone who wanted to hear more from them: here you go <3

Thank you, dear Michelle @pagegirlintraining for kindly beta-ing this <3

I hope you enjoy!

[hergrandplan]

wilmon + It was a while since I was with someone

"It was a while since I was with someone," Wille admits over two glasses of wine, a bowl of bread and a pizza that they've decided to share, while he sits across the most beautiful man he's ever laid eyes on, who looks at him like Wille is the most beautiful man he's ever laid eyes on, and every time he catches that look, that I never want to stop looking at you-look, his heart skips a beat. He hadn't meant to admit it, not on their first date, because he wants, no, needs this night to be perfect after all the months of pining and working up the courage to ask the cute guy from the library out. If all goes well, and by the looks of it, it will, he will take Simon back to his place, take him apart in a way he hasn't taken anyone apart in a long time. But then Simon had asked him if he'd taken anyone here before. "Or am I special?" He'd said it lightly, teasing Wille, but Wille had heard in his tone, saw in how Simon nervously laughed it off, that there was a fear of him just being another guy for Wille, just one night of fun. "I mean, in general. I don't do casual dates." Wille reaches his hand across the table to take Simon's in his and gently rubs his thumb over his knuckles. "I wouldn't say that I do nothing half-heartedly, but this I won't. I'm in this for the long run." And sure, maybe it's a bit much to say something like that on the first date, but he means every single word. From the smile that spreads on Simon's face, Wille suspects he feels the same.

Loouuu!! Thank you so much for sending this in <3333 I hope you like it!

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[charliespringverse]

young royals fic masterpost

complete:

you've lived a life before me • rated g. 1 chapter. 2.7k words • an easy, intimate morning leads to tense conversation when a throwaway comment makes clear just how much imbalance wilhelm's upbringing has brought to his and simon's relationship. • ft. autistic!wille too fast i fell to begging, have you ever lost heaven? • rated t. 3 chapters. 16.5k words • wilhelm can handle a lot of things, but losing simon isn't one of them. heading back to hillerska after the worst birthday in living memory, his mental health begins to catch up with him. • tw: self-harm, dissociation, panic attacks, suicide attempt all the quiet nights you bear • rated m. 1 chapter. 8.3k words • five times somebody knew wilhelm was hurting himself, and one time somebody cared. • tw: graphic self-harm, emotional neglect, emotional abuse, suicidal ideation, broken bones, hospital/surgery content

spring flowers in full bloom (escapril) • rated g. 30/30 chapters. 18.1k words. • a collection of short, unconnected oneshots inspired by the escapril 2024 prompts. • ft. autistic!wille

in progress:

summer of self-discovery • rated g. 1/? chapters. 2.8k/? words. • driving away from hillerska was only the beginning. summer lasts forever at their age, and there are still a few months to go. this is simon, wilhelm, felice, and sara's holiday. • ft. autistic!wille

[omar-rudeberg]

inside by disruptedthesky / @omar-rudeberg​

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: ~4k

Summary:

“Will you let me?” Wilhelm pants into Simon’s ear. “One more time—” “Yes,” Simon groans his response before Wilhelm’s even got the whole question out. (Wilhelm and Simon make the most of their ‘one last night together’, that leads them to the lake.)

(Read on AO3)

[gulliblelemon]

Why'd You Invite Me In The Middle Of The Night?

Wille and Simon were best friends at school before Wille cut off all contact. Years later, Simon receives a text in the middle of the night inviting him to Wille's wedding.

This little idea based on a TikTok just wouldn't leave my head. So I wrote it!

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[willesgaywrath]

Simon can’t believe, sometimes, that he gets to have this—university, an internship he actually likes in the music industry, friends close enough to visit between work and school. (Close enough to make it to Wille’s birthday dinner tonight and insist on singing to him in the restaurant, much to his lighthearted embarrassment.)

Simon can’t believe he gets moments like these, like snapshot flashes of clarity, that make him so fucking grateful that he held on to this, that they put up a fight, that they made it. Even though things have been tumultuous between Wille and his family since he’d abdicated, Wille’s just turned 20 in spite of it, has rebuilt a life he’s proud of.

(And Simon’s so proud of him.)

It’s quiet dawns under the covers where Simon looks at Wille sleeping and just keeps falling and falling and falling. It’s the way Wille makes coffee every morning because he claims he does it better, but really, Simon knows it’s because he likes to be helpful.

It’s now, walking down city streets back to their apartment after a nice evening with friends, when Wille’s a teeny bit buzzed like he sometimes gets. (He’ll have a few drinks and Simon won’t. Simon's only rule is that he’s not carrying him home—and Wille maybe leans a little more into him, arm slung affectionately around his shoulder, but Wille’s never broken that promise.)

Wille shakes the hair out of his eyes—it’s started to get a little longer, curls up a bit at the edges—and laughs at his own joke.

It almost knocks Simon off-kilter, the way he kind of loves Wille like this, loves him all the time—but especially when those big, honey-brown doe-eyes are all unguarded and sincere. Wille’s a teddy bear when he drinks, content to sober up in Simon’s arms, to tuck tired kisses against his jaw. (He’ll definitely doze off tonight halfway through the movie he’d picked, but it’s been a long day.) Simon loves it like he loves the sweet, warm, early-evening breeze, and the freckles that come out in droves across Wille’s skin in the summer.

And of course Wille was born in the summer—he belongs in the sunshine. He’s sunshine, and he’s smiling with teeth, and he’s all golden every time a streetlight flickers to life, recounting a story that it definitely sounds like he’s misremembering. Simon looks up—because he still has to look up at him—with so much fondness, and he lets Wille talk, however impossible Wille’s stream of consciousness is to follow, because he’ll never get tired of listening.

Simon doesn’t actually say anything of substance until they’re back at their door. The key’s in the lock, and the weather’s going to be nice enough for the lake on Sunday, and, “oh, I need to return Linda’s call”—and Simon is so in love.

And yes, yes, okay Wille said no gifts, but—“Hey, um.” Simon flicks on the hallway light. “There’s actually one more thing.” It’s been hidden in the pocket of a winter coat for a month and a half. Now Simon’s hiding it nervously behind his back.

Wille blinks a bit unsteadily, midway through toeing his shoes off. His eyes fall on Simon’s posture; something soft flickers in them. “I thought we said no birthday presents.”

Simon snorts a laugh. “We did—and then you still got me concert tickets for mine, remember?”

“But that doesn’t count because—“ Wille cuts himself off because there’s a black, rectangular box cradled in Simon's hands. “Simon.” It’s like a warning, that tone, but he takes a step closer. Then two. And then his eyes are searching Simon’s face.

Simon bites his lip, bites back a grin. “It wasn’t that expensive, before you say anything.” Expensive is relative—but Simon’s been thinking about this for a long, long time. And now he actually has the means to do something about it, so. “Open it.”

Slowly, like the contents might break, Wille takes it from his hands and thumbs over the black velvet for a second before he pops it open. “Simon,” he says again, softer. Wille’s lips part like he wants to say something else, but he shuts his mouth and swallows, touching the metal with gentle fingertips.

It’s a plain silver chain—thick enough to be considered masculine but delicate enough to be him.

Simon rocks forward on the balls of his feet. He shouldn’t be nervous because he’d been, like, 99% sure Wille would like it. He’d asked both Rosh and Ayub for advice. He’d asked Felice whether it was too much. But now that Wille’s gone quiet he’s second guessing everything. Wille hasn’t worn a necklace regularly since he stopped wearing the cross. Maybe he doesn’t—

“I love it.” Wille swallows, brows furrowed. “Can you, um—will you—” His voice wavers a bit, but he doesn’t have to finish the sentence for Simon to take the necklace gingerly from his hands and fasten the clasp behind his neck. “You know you didn’t have to get me anything,” Wille says in the general direction of the wall.

“I know,” Simon says quietly, letting his hands linger on Wille’s shoulders and squeezing once before letting go. Neither of them are really the type to want gifts. It’s just—Wille still rubs his chest when he’s anxious, when he panics or wakes up from nightmares. (When, this morning, he’d been confronted with the fact that his mother might not call.)

Maybe it’s dumb, or maybe it isn’t, but Simon wants something there—a tangible reminder that Wille doesn’t have to deal with it alone. He won’t say any of that, though; what he says is, “It suits you.”

But maybe Simon doesn’t actually have to explain it at all for Wille to understand what it means. (I’m not going anywhere; I’m even more in love with you now than I was at 16.) Maybe Wille just knows, because he rests his palm flat against his chest before slipping arms around Simon’s waist. He brushes a kiss against the side of Simon’s head and murmurs, “thank you, älskling.”

(And he never takes the necklace off.)

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[sadhappylady]

So, I'm an angst lover, but someone asked for not angsty fics, and sometimes all you need is a laugh.

Humour is different for every person, and we don't always find the same things funny, but anyway, here are some fics that make me smile, giggle and/or laugh out loud:

Favourite funny YR fics

Mechanics of the heart by @the-amber-fox

Wille's car has a flat tire. First he's mad about it, then he meets Simon, the mechanic. Wille learns a good bit about the mechanics of his own heart.

One, two, three, four, five, sex on my mind by @pagegirlintraining and @the-amber-fox

When Wille first sees Simon, the rest of the world simply fades away. Which would be romantic and all, if it didn’t lead to him blindly stumbling into the sex shop Simon works at.

open heart open mind, never know who you'll find by simonscrown

Wille deliberated whether he should be thanking the universe or cursing at it that a literal angel was standing in front of him, while his testicles were being tortured by a pair of objectively horrible booty shorts.

5 times the students of Hillerska didn't realize Wille and Simon were together + 1 time they definitely did by @piebingo

That title really says it all. And it's fun!

Copy and Pasta by @pagegirlintraining

In which Wille just wants to make a nice birthday present for his boyfriend and gets sidetracked by the flu.

Coast side universe by @starvalisedham

Angst-free stories that are loosely connected. You don't need to read everything to enjoy each fic, but it helps with understanding some of the jokes and references. Hillerska ships Wilmon but they are so done with their antics. (So much funny silliness.)

Change It And Say by Skydragon05

Henry is being a mess, while trying not to cockblock anyone.

Bathroom Stall Blowjobs by MarvellKya17 and @thehanwen

Based on true events … two bathrooms… two blowjobs… a two part story about love – and getting caught in the bathroom giving a bj.

You Have Reached the Voicemail Box of... by @zee-has-commitment-issues

Two years. They'd kept their relationship away from the Forest Ridge boys for two years. Henry and Walter have different plans for Wille and Simon, though. It involves the table, their phones, and their mothers. It's humiliating.

Stuck on me like a tattoo by TheWittyKitty

What if Simon got a tattoo? With someone's name?

Drop It Like It's Hot by @the-amber-fox

Simon proposes, Wille kind of fucks it up.

A Dutiful Welcome by @groenendaelfic

His Majesty The King of Sweden and his very male, very biracial Consort arrive in London for a state visit. YR/RWRB crossover where 'dear cousin Philip' has thoughts.

Please also share your own funny YR fics 🙏

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Dead Draw

dead draw /ded•drô/ noun • the position in which no player has any chance of winning. - These people have known each other forever. Some were friends that turned into rivals, others rivals that turned into friends. And then there's Simon and Wilhelm, who hate each other (not really) and seem to be afterthoughts at this tournament.

Chapter 1 on AO3

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Welcome to the Chess AU!!! Thank you @the-navistar-carol for being my beta and thank you to everyone who encouraged me to write this. I'm excited for you all to read it 💜