#yr fanfic writer

[itsmadreia]

Alright, I have endless new fic ideas and most of them are living in my notes these days and since I don't really do Sunday snippets, I thought I'd share a small part of one I'm currently working on, which is friends to lovers, ofc. :))

“I want to kiss you,” Wille muttered through his drunken state to his long-time fríend who had helped him to his dorm, lingering by the bed, eyes searching and feeling somewhat stuck. “You have no idea–”

“Oh, I can tell,” Simon finally replied, all smug and teasing, “But you are drunk, maybe when you're sober we can–”

“You'd let me?” Wille asked, sitting up from the bed and tried to reach for the other boy.

He never dreamed that Simon felt the same way about him; from the start or ever since they met he thought he was alone in his feelings and pushed them away, but over time it got harder and harder, making him dizzy with want each moment they spend together.

“Tomorrow,” Simon whispered, tucking a curl of hair behind Wille's ear, smiling sweetly at him, “When you're sober.”

Wille blushed, “Simon...”

“Sleep,” Simon said, gently pushing him back to the lying position, “Then we'll talk.”

“Promise?” Wille asked, gripping his hand, not wanting to let go of him. “Will you promise me–”

Simon's smile widened and he leaned forward, kissing Wille's forehead, “Yes, I promise, now sleep. Here's a glass of water, call me when you need anything.”

“But...” Wille blinked up at the boy, “But won't you stay? Won't you stay with me until–”

“Wille...” Simon protested when he tugged him closer by their already locked hands and hugged him tightly. “I have to go, my mamma–”

Wille pouted, “Okay, I'll call you!”

Simon stroked his cheek, “Good!”

[simons-purplehoodie]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

How many works do you have on Ao3?

11! 

What's your total Ao3 word count?

464,022 😳 Dang I did not expect it to be that much!!

What fandoms do you write for?

Young Royals only so far! Although I really am thinking of writing a Dead Boy Detectives Fic. Go stream that on Netflix if you haven’t already!

Top five fics by kudos:

The Boy and the Bartender

Better With You

the sound of our hearts

Constellations of Love

A Glimpse of Us

Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely!!! Comments are literally the reason I continue writing haha

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I honestly don’t write fics with angsty endings. I LOOOOVE writing angst and unfortunately Simon and Wille always go THROUGH IT in my fics but I always do happy endings. 

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Haha all of them. Constellations of Love is the most recent ending I wrote and that one suggests they’ll be together forever. 

Do you get hate on fics?

Not really which is amazing! People definitely leave things they might disagree on or dislike but it’s never really hate.

Do you write smut?

I’ve written a few sex scenes but I don’t think I’ve ever written like smut smut. I actually definitely want to try to at some point though. 

Craziest crossover:

I don’t have one!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had a couple people ask to translate various fics but idk if they ever actually did. 

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have!! The sound of our hearts along with the wonderful and talented @little-fandom

All time favourite ship?

WILMON‼️

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don’t actually have any unfinished WIPs. I just started a summer camp fic that’ll be a fun little short thing and I’ll post that at some point. 

What are your writing strengths?

I think making the characters, their struggles, thoughts, and dialogue feel authentic? I like to add real struggles and emotions to the stories to make the characters relatable and it always makes me so happy when someone in the comments says they relate to a situation or a feeling Wille or Simon is going through. 

What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely writing filler scenes. I feel like I sometimes skip them too much because I don’t like writing them but they add context to the story, so I’m working on it haha. 

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Very cool!

First fandom you wrote in?

young royals! 

Favourite fic you've written?

I think A Glimpse of Us or Constellations of Love are my favorites

No pressure tags(if you have done it just ignore it): @darktwistedgenderplural @sunshine-rudberg @unfortunate17 @glassdollls or @ anyone who wants to do it! 

[crazy-together-reddie]

lots of new important information in the new chapter and i think the most important thing we’ve learned is that dazai rolls around the floor when he’s worrying and he’s done this since he was a teenager

[simsim54]

Felice: So who's the clingier one? Wilhelm, sitting in Simon's lap with one arm wrapped around Simon's shoulders, carding his fingers through Simon's hair with another and his face nuzzling Simon's neck: Simon, obviously.

[grounded-parasocial]

Fanfiction reader friends, do you read other people’s comments on Fics?

I love to read people’s comments and the author’s responses! This makes it feel like I’m in a book club, which I love! (are there fanfic book clubs?) Some readers are so eloquent in their feedback and observations, that I often wish there was a little heart button to love a comment.

Although I am not great at commenting all the time (I’m working on it -adhd and middle of the night reading 🙈 are my nemesis) this is just another thing I love about this fandom and fanfic!

[writeouswriter]

I love commenting on so called “older” fics because personally I have no actual semblance of the passage of time, if you commented on my fic from 2017, I’d be thrilled because in my mind, I wrote that baby last week, that’s nothing

[young-royals-confessions]

I just want to say THANK YOU to all the amazing fanfic writers, they’re truly a gift to this fandom. They’re keeping Wilmon’s love alive and sharing so many beautiful stories with us. Make sure to let them know how much you love their work, reblog their posts and share their stories because they take time out of their busy lives to do this. I can’t say how much I appreciate you all.

💌

[invisiblewille]

Maybe it’s because I’ve only written for young royals so I just never noticed, but I like really don’t remember other fandoms I’ve been in having such an issue with people constantly commenting asking writers to update faster.

Like there’s literally nothing worse than being insanely busy and stressed about irl stuff and then you get an email that you got a comment and get excited only for it to be someone commenting that you’re not uploading fast enough.

And I feel like at this point so many of us have like tweeted about it or posted on other sites like this saying how it makes us feel that it’s just crazy to me that it’s still happening.

Like are we just slower than other fandoms or why do people in this fandom keep expecting us to write things in three seconds and not have jobs/lives 😭 and I know we all mostly assume that they have good intentions but it’s still ridiculous how much it’s an issue. I don’t know any of my writer friends atp who haven’t gotten those comments no matter how fast they’re uploading.

I sometimes go like a month in between bc of how long my editing process takes / the fact I often work 70+ hours a week so like I guess whatever for me maybe I am slow, but I know people who update literally every week or sometimes more frequently and still get those which is crazy

Anyways… I’ll get to my fics some time in late September / early October if you are someone who’s waiting on me but is nice enough not to tell me. Currently juggling more work and exam prep hours than there are in the day so until I have more than 4 hours a day to sleep fanfic isn’t gonna be on my list of things to do lol

But the third chapter of there is no hurry and the 7th(?) chapter of thou wilt whisper (or religion fic if you’re fun) are both like mostly ready and I’ll get to them when I have time again :)

(And thank you to those of you who do leave actual comments on fics. They do make me smile in the midst of trying to not drown in accounting work/textbooks)

Okay rant over sorry

[itsmadreia]

Yet another sweet snippet from me for #willemonth2024(@youngroyals-events).

Day 16: Friends

"Wille," Simon started, his voice all soft and eyes heavy-lidded. "Do you ever–"

Wille blinked, watching him. "Do I ever what?"

"Do you ever, like... it's okay if you don't but I'm... I'm just curious. Honestly, I've been thinking about it a lot lately. So do you–" Simon shuttered, biting his lower lip as his eyes dropped to Wille's lips, feeling a sudden urge to kiss him. "Do you ever think what's like to kiss a boy? Kiss me? Kiss someone like me? Your friend and–"

Wille swallowed, "I do."

"Yeah?" Simon grinned, dragging his gaze back to the boy's eyes, asking, "Do you want me to?"

"Yes," Wille replied with no second thought, moving closer to the other boy, and touched his hand, playing with his fingers. "If you want to as well."

Simon smiled, gripping Wille's fingers in response to that, and leaned a bit closer. He took his sweet time, watching the boy's reaction to their closeness, the way his breathing halted and how he stared at his lips, waiting for the kiss. Simon lifted his other hand — they were still holding hands — and stroked Wille's cheek, leaning more in. He felt Wille's sharp breath on his lips before they connected like he couldn't believe this was happening. And they were kissing. Tender but desiring. Soft but yearning. Then Wille grabbed his waist so tightly that he moaned into the kiss and the next thing he knew was that he was almost sitting on his lap, their bodies flushed together and kissing each other with downright lust now.

At this point, Simon let go of Wille's hand to cup his face with both of his hands, not breaking the kiss. Wille squeezed his hips to fully guide him to his lap and Simon's next moan vibrated through his whole body as he did. They couldn't stop kissing, it just felt too good, so good that it became the mere thing they wanted to continue doing, breathing be dammed. Once the pressure turned slow again, they still stayed in it, breathing into each other's mouths. Simon didn't open his eyes, taking it in and slid his fingers into the boy's hair. Wille pecked him a few times, opened his eyes and when he tried to move, Simon protested, kissing him again.

"Simon..." Wille laughed against his lips, helplessly kissing him back. "I think that–"

Simon also smiled into the kiss, moving a total inch away from him, sitting on his lap, and started to play with his hair. "Sorry... that was, I mean, we are–"

Wille turned serious, lifting his own hand and caressing the other boy's curls, his lips kissed red and swollen, his hazel eyes shining like bright stars at night. Shining for Simon. Shining because of him. "I... I liked that. I-I like you, Simon."

"Well, I would be surprised if you don't, kissing me like that," Simon teased him, grinning so widely. "I like you, too."

"Oh, that's a relief," Wille replied, blushing.

"Mhm," Simon kissed his cheek, pressing his nose under Wille's chin and hugged him. For a good while — a minute or two, five or or ten — , not able to drag himself away from the boy, not wanting to even if they'd be on fire. And it was that very moment where he realized he was in love, truly and hopelessly in love with his long time friend. Good thing that Wille felt the same, otherwise he'd be doomed, that's for sure.

[gulliblelemon]

Love that you're doing these!

I hope I'm not taking this into an angsty direction, but I'd really love some

↻ FLIP FLOP on Where We Left Off

Only if you're inspired, of course! Otherwise just ignore.

Erm... it's gone in a angsty direction. Sorry! That fic is so angsty I can't believe I ever thought otherwise! BUT... I'll put it under a cut for you to read when you have the emotional capacity, and if you have any requests for a fluffier scene, I will absolutely do that 💜 (hopefully the fact that Wille is very, very in love will help, AND we know how it all ends now soooooo.... sorry... but I hope you enjoy it anyway).

Thanks for the ask! I've had a lot of fun with this today. I'm still answering these and these.

This is Wille's POV of the scene at the start of chapter 8 where he picks Simon up. It got... long.

As the car pulled up to the curb where Simon’s location was pinging, Wille scrambled out of the door before it had even drawn to a stop, his PO getting out and throwing him an unimpressed look as Wille rushed over to Simon’s side. 

“Simon?”

Shit, he looked terrible. Simon still had his phone clutched to his ear, his eyes sliding out of focus. Shitshitshit.

“Simon.” He said it more forcefully this time, and Simon blinked a few times and looked up at him, lowering his phone. 

“Hmm?” he said, his eyes still slightly unfocused.

Panic rose in Wille’s chest. What was wrong? Why had he called Wille when he clearly needed some sort of medical attention? Why was he out here all on his own in the middle of the night?

“Simon. Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

That seemed to snap Simon out of it a little, because he looked annoyed when he said, “What? No. Don’t be ridiculous. I’m fine.”

Fine was not a word Wille would have used to describe how Simon looked at this moment, but he did seem to be a lot more with it than he had a few seconds ago.

Undeterred, Wille instinctively reached out and gripped Simon’s face, turning it left and right to see if he could see any damage. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

A complicated array of emotions flickered across Simon’s face as Wille dropped it, already missing the feel of Simon’s skin underneath his own.

“No,” Simon said, shaking his head. “I just fell. I’m fine.”

Wille wondered if he should ask any of the million and one other questions that that hadn’t answered. But Simon was already saying, more forcefully, “I promise.”

Wille waited for a moment, trying to assess how much he should press, but eventually he just said, “Okay. Can you stand?”

Simon nodded. “I think so.”

Trying not to think too hard about it, Wille offered his hands. It made his heart soar in his chest how easily Simon took them; and then he internally berated himself for feeling any sort of joy from this moment. 

With regret, Wille let go of Simon’s hands once he was fully upright, but Simon swayed forward alarmingly, causing Wille to reach out to him again.

“Whoa,” Wille said. Then a thought hit him, he hadn’t considered that maybe— “Are you—? Have you been drinking?”

Simon looked so offended by that notion that Wille breathed a slight sigh of relief. He wasn’t really emotionally equipped to deal with a drunk Simon.

“No! No. I mean— sorry. No. I’m just tired.”

Wille looked more closely now and could see that Simon’s eyes, whilst still a little bleary, were mostly just droopy. Dark circles smeared below them, contrasted by the telltale red rings from crying.

“Come on,” Wille said, pointing to the car. “We’ll take you home.”

He was surprised to see Simon shrink in on himself at those words. “I don’t want to go home.”

“Okay.” Confused for a moment, Wille frowned. Then an idea came to him, one he was sure was crossing several lines. But since Simon was, in fact, sober, maybe Wille could trust him to make the decision for himself. “Do you— Would you like to come back to mine?”

Wille really hoped that Simon couldn’t tell how hard Wille’s heart was beating. The idea of having Simon in his home was so exhilarating that he wasn’t sure he was schooling his expression very well at all. Luckily, Simon looked down at his feet as he nodded his head, and Wille could see a blush high on his cheeks. At least he wasn’t the only one having a physical reaction to this whole thing.

Nodding, Wille went to tell the PO to call ahead for them and then turned back to Simon. “Here.” With a shuddering breath, he placed his hand on Simon’s back, trying to ignore his heartbeat clawing up his throat as he tried to rein himself in. He just wanted to bundle Simon into his arms and hold him until everything else went away, but they hadn’t spoken in so long, and everything had been left on such bad terms. 

Guiding Simon into his seat first, Wille quickly rounded the car and lowered himself down, careful not to jostle Simon who still looked decidedly fragile. What on earth had happened to him?

It seemed Simon was content with the quiet as the set off, but Wille needed Simon to know that he was there, in whatever capacity Simon needed. That he’d do practically anything for this man that was currently shaking slightly in the seat beside him. This beautiful, wonderful man that he had loved so fiercely, and lost so spectacularly. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” was what he said, instead.

Simon shook his head. “No. I— not yet.”

Did that mean later? Or never? Or not with Wille?

It didn’t matter. This was about what Simon needed. So Wille nodded and gave Simon some space as he drew in some wobbly breaths.

Wille watched his profile. The slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, the curl of the hairs at the base of his head that Wille had always loved to run his fingers through. He was the most beautiful person Wille had ever known, and he didn’t think he’d ever not be in love with him.

What if this was it? His last opportunity to have any sort of involvement in Simon’s life? Simon had made it very clear that they couldn’t be together. So maybe this was Wille’s last chance.

Slowly, carefully, Wille edged his hand forward and onto Simon’s seat. One breath. Two— Then, miraculously, Simon’s fingers were curling around his own, holding on tight. 

Heart skipping a beat, Wille tried to blink away the prickling in the back of his eyes. This was all he’d ever wanted, and it was all so broken. But if he could just hold Simon’s hand, reassure him that he was there, then maybe everything could be okay. Wille squeezed his hand, hearing Simon’s breath catch, and then turned away, hoping with every fibre of his being that this wasn’t the end of their story.

[pagegirlintraining]

Hey Michelle 💜,

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

♡ SMALL THINGS: pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite minor detail from it!

♬ THEME SONG: pick a fic and I’ll share a song that reminds me of it (and why!)

(for the time of my life)

(queen of dancing fics!!)

Hi Sophia 🥰 thanks so much for asking about Time of my Life. I love that story so much 🥹

I’ll do these in a different order because I think it works out better that way :)

♡ SMALL THINGS: pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite minor detail from it!

I kinda love that August gets both punched and arrested in this one. Yup, I'm simple as that :D (But also just the thought of them continuing with Simon's dance lessons after the Sheldrake performance just for the fun of it has me all 🫠🫠🫠 when I think about it). Oh, and I kinda manifested Omar in that red shirt from Allsång so that’s pretty cool 😎

♬ THEME SONG: pick a fic and I’ll share a song that reminds me of it (and why!)

The Place To Be is an obvious one. But as for a song that isn't directly included in the story, The Golden Times by Jacob Brass is literally Simon looking back at the end of their summer all nostalgic, so proud of what they've done together and excited for the future they now get to build. So yeah, I love that song a lot.

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

I wanted to write the scene of them deciding to keep dancing together but ultimately had to admit to myself that I just have too many other projects going on. But I very much picture them cuddled up in Wille‘s room when Simon attempts to inconspicuously bring up that dancing together was actually kinda fun. He‘ll joke about how he even kinda misses the soreness from training every day. And Wille, both because he decides to be gracious and not make Simon spell it out completely and because he’s freaking ecstatic that Simon loved dancing together as much as he did, suggests that they could always continue their lessons just for fun, without any high risk lifts if that’s okay with him. Obviously Simon agrees, and maybe he falls just a little more deeply in love seeing the excitement on Wille‘s face…

[simsim54]

*Young Royals Characters Playing Monopoly* Simon: I want to buy this property, but I don't have enough money. Will the bank accept 10 kisses instead? Wilhelm, as the bank: The bank will accept the offer Felice: This is not how the game wo- aaand they're kissing Maddy: eveRY tiME

[grounded-parasocial]

Wille’s Month 2024-

prompt 14- Mental Health

As mental health is kinda my thing, I thought I would gather some fanfiction recommendations where Wille’s mental health is integral to the story as well as beautifully represented. One of the thing I really enjoy about YR fans and writers (or the little bubble I have curated for myself) is the way everyone validates, supports and makes space for mental health.

Everyone’s mental health journey is personal and I feel that truth in our writers stories, in how they embody Wille and Simon, and sometimes, I think I can even hear their therapist’s voices whispering from in between the lines. Even knowing not everyone is writing from personal experience, I still can’t help but feel grateful for the way writers make us feel and understand their struggles with constant care and compassion.

Because its Wille’s Month, I have tried to give suggestions where Wille’s MH is at the forefront or equally present and some variation in presentation - depression, body dismorphia, trauma/ptsd, ocd, substance abuse, autism, suicide, self-harm, burn-out, disordered eating and grief. Please mind the tags in each story.

There are also so many stunning depictions where Simon’s struggle is the louder voice, and it absolutely pains me not to include some of those here, but if people are interested, I would be happy to share Simon’s list too.

And that’s how we make history, baby @waybeforeyourtime (T, WIP 82K)

Yours to Keep -Series by fitz_y (T/E, 165K)

Känsla by despassurlaneige (E, 202K)

True Colors by DemiLune13 (M, 97K)

Wear Your Independence like a crown @earlgrey-lateatnight (T, WIP 22K)

Obviously @grapehyasynth (M, 124K) both

I don’t feel like our love is brand new @prince-simon (E, WIP 395K)

There are Many Names in History @prplewille by aqua_rius (E, 68K)

The road not taken looks real good now @stretchoutfics (E, 90K)

Almost is Never Enough @in-amor-veritas (E, WIP 202K)

You Don’t Have to Hurt Anymore by wilmonxoxo (G, 210K)

I would drive on (to the end with you) @glassdollls (unrated, WIP 118K)

-also take a deep breath and chase it with mine (T, 4K)

I’m Losing By Your Side @unfortunate17 (M, 10K)

Terrified the present will not last by FakeButILikeYou (T, 5K)

Where we left off @gulliblelemon (T, 84K)

Finding Home @ishotforthestars by Elin98 (G, WIP 19K)

the human eye is god’s loneliest creation @prplewille by aqua_rius (M, WIP 32K)

just a feeling, falling in repeat @ungaroyals part of the Rewrite the Stars Series (T, 6K)

Sending my love, admiration and gratitude to all our brave yr writers!! 💜

Be kind to yourself and be kind to one another!

*its a community so please add any additions I may have missed

[maddie-feely]

My fic and I staring at each other as I completely erase an entire chapter again due to my perfectionist and indecisive nature 😔

(I have too many references of this scene alone in my photos pls send help)

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon's Month - Soulmates

day 25 @youngroyals-events getting close to the end...

Simon, curled up and heartbroken in the backseat of Sara’s car, realizes some things.

Or, Simon sees his and Wille’s lives laid out across the universe.

read below or on ao3 (T, 600)

He can barely breathe. 

“Goodbye, Simon.”

The words still ring clear in his head, Wille’s sad eyes forever burned into his memory. 

Simon knows it was the right decision. For the first time in his life, he knows that he’d made the right decision for himself. They never would’ve worked long term, they were barely working then. No matter what Wille said, he could’ve never been both Crown Prince and Simon’s boyfriend. 

But, then, why does it feel like Simon’s heart has been ripped out of his chest? Like it’s been left there, slowly bleeding out on the gravel steps of Hillerska. Or, perhaps, it was still lying in Wille’s bed in the palace, staining his bed sheets a deep crimson, wet blood mixing with the many wet tears they’d shed that awful night. 

That was meant to be the end. One final bit of closure. Simon said his peace, had told Wille it wasn’t him but the monarchy that was the problem, and yet. Here he is, sitting in the backseat of Sara’s new car, driving away from the love of his life, leaving him behind, along with the school that had ripped them to shreds, and he feels like he’s dying. 

He squeezes his eyes shut against the tears and tries to remember how it feels to bring air into his lungs. How does that work, again? It was always so easy to breathe around Wille, even if things had been bad sometimes. 

With his palms pressed into his eyes, the brightness of the cheery summer day dims to black behind his eyelids. He tries to calm himself, tries to remember that this was the right decision and that if he never saw Wille again, that would be for the better. For both of them. Wouldn’t it?

Through the darkness, small little shapes begin to swirl, faded and blurry like a distant memory. 

Two shapes, two outlines. A car. Two hands interlaced. A bright, happy sun filtering through impossibly green trees. 

Two forms holding each other. Wille. Wille, holding Simon.

Like a wave wiping clean the sand of a beach, the colors fade. Then, they return, slightly different. 

Wille is still there. That is Wille, isn’t it? He looks different, somehow. Older, more relaxed, but tentative. He smiles shyly at Simon over a small table, scattered with half empty coffee cups and shredded straw wrappers, and reaches out to take his hand. 

Another wave, another moment of darkness. Then, Wille again. They’re walking down a beach somewhere, unfamiliar to Simon. Wille is saying something, but the words don’t reach Simon’s ears. The feeling from them, he feels. It’s warmth and appreciation, trust and love. 

Another. Light, Wille— No, Wilhelm, in lavish robes and a crown on his head, a stern look on his face, though Simon can see the exhaustion and terror hidden underneath. Simon sits in the crowd. Their eyes meet, and Simon gives him a nod and a small smile, and Wille returns the smile.  

Wave, dark. Light, Wille. A sky of stars, the mesh roof of a tent, Wille pressed against his side. They’ve finally made it to a camping trip of their own, no fights and no sharing a tents. Now, they share a sleeping bag and stare up at the stars together, whispering secrets and stories, baring their souls under the night sky. 

The next wave comes, and recedes, and Simon opens his eyes. Light, real light, but no Wille. No more images, no glimpses at what could have been, what was in another life, what may be in this one. Except, it wouldn’t, not in this life, because Simon walked away, and rightly so. 

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel like Simon left a piece of himself behind. 

His hands fall to his lap. He closes his eyes again. Wave, dark—

“Simon!”

For a second time, his eyes shoot open. 

“Simon!”

He turns, looks over his shoulder out the back window of the car. Light. Wille. 

Wille.

Simon turns back to the front again, stunned. Wave, dark, light—

“Simon!”

Wille.