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Simon's Week Day 7: Free day

For the event being hosted by @youngroyals-events

I chose the song Gold Rush by Taylor Swift for this one because of @aslongasitsblack reblog of this post by @sixbynine-da. I saw this and really wanted to write about it.

Simon flops back onto his bed and stares at the ceiling.

Well, fuck.

He takes a moment to think about it once more, but no, he's pretty confident about it, unfortunately.

He has a crush on the Prince. A big, fat, embarrassing crush on the Prince of Sweden.

He's not really the Prince, though. Not to Simon. He's just Wille, cute, dorky, and awkward Wille, who was brave enough to talk to the non-res. Against everyone's advice.

Simon hasn't told anyone yet. He's just come to terms with it himself. He wonders what Rosh and Ayub would say. What Sara would think.

Does this make him a class traitor? Disloyal to his morals? He literally insulted Wille's family to his face, and now he's thinking about holding his hand and playing with his hair.

Then there is also the fact that he's most definitely not alone in his feelings. Everyone is after Wille. It's a hopeless endeavor.

Yet he still feels.

Fuck.

He hates his heart. Why is it doing this to him? Because Simon's head understands that this is the most futile endeavor ever. His heart can't seem to get that.

Wille, the Prince, can't possibly want him. Monarchies run on being straight, first of all. Then, he's at Hillerska on a scholarship. He's not poor, but he sure as hell ain't rich. There is no way he's even on Wille's radar outside of a classmate and friend---maybe.

Simon turns over and groans into the mattress.

It's whatever. He's fine. He'll get through this. Everyone has that one unrequited crush. It's totally normal. He can be normal.

Then Wille basically holds his hand, and he decides to fuck it, because he has absolutley zero sense of self-preservation.

Then Wille is kissing him back.

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I finally finished chapter 6! It only took 8 months to update my fic this time, so progress 😅 If you’re still out there and invested in this, I promise it’s worth sticking with it.

I still love writing this story so much. I will complete it and do plan to bring you more updates more frequently so we can get that happy ending I promised a while ago 💜

Also, shoutout to lovely Nic @stretchoutfics for helping me to overcome The Doubt™️💜💜 Thank you so much x

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GOOD LUCK BABE GOOD LUCK BABE GOOD LUCK BABE!!!!!!

*smashes button*

Gimme fic!

Hi!

@pagegirlintraining also asked for this. It got a little out of hand, so it's either under the cut, or on AO3 (rated T, 2.4k words).

(I've also written two 5 sentence fics for this song: here and here. Apparently it's a rain song in my head.)

Summary: In public, Prince Wilhelm is known as a party prince, seen with a different girl every time he's out at the bar. He never seems to leave with any of them though. No one knows that that's because most nights he sneaks off to his secret lover.

But one rainy night it's the final straw for Simon, and Wille has to decide if the hundreds of girls he's kissed has managed to stop the feeling. Or if he's done making excuses.

Call Me Baby

The door bounced off the wall outside the bar, its clang echoing out into the night. But he was too late. Wille watched as the tail lights of Simon's taxi disappeared around the corner at the end of the street, their glow like halos through the drizzle. 

Sighing, Wille tipped his head back and let the rain wash away some of the sweat from the dancing. It was pleasant. Well... it would have been if it wasn't also paired with the looming dread that maybe that had been it, maybe this time he'd pushed Simon too far. 

But what did Simon expect? It wasn't like they could dance together. Or that it could have been Simon kissing him against that back wall, sweaty bodies pressing into them from all sides. Even though that had been exactly what Wille had been picturing as yet another nameless girl ground against him after he'd showed the slightest bit of interest. 

Not that he minded. In fact, he quite enjoyed it. Especially when he managed to catch Simon's eye across the dance floor. It felt like a bit of a game; a game he'd always felt like he was winning. Particularly if the night still ended in Simon's bed. Which it invariably did. 

Not tonight apparently. 

Wille sighed again and checked his phone. Dead.  

Weighing up his options, he decided he may as well head home. It was no fun without Simon here, and despite not minding kissing those girls, Wille didn't want to go home with any of them. 

Without the option of calling for his drivers, Wille started trudging in the direction of his apartment. It wasn't far from the bar they frequented and had been one of the main reasons he'd chosen it, despite his mother and the court's protestations. 

He didn't have to follow their rules anymore anyway. 

Several puddles later, Wille wished he'd gone back inside and borrowed someone's phone. Shivering slightly, Wille unlocked his front door and shrugged his jacket off before heading straight to the shower. 

The steam and the sound made his head quieten enough for something to start niggling at the back of his head. He'd had a couple of drinks, but he always stopped early on the assumption that he'd end up back at Simon's. Despite having been drunk the first couple of times, and that basically being the entire reason he'd let it happen in the first place, now he liked to be sober. Liked to be able to feel everything. Liked to be able to remember it. 

Now, the lack of alcohol meant his brain wasn't fuzzy enough to protect him from the realisation that he might have made a terrible mistake. He knew that Simon hated being a secret, knew that he hated the clandestine meetings and the sneaking around, but Wille had always assumed that he'd keep putting up with it. Because if Simon liked being with Wille even half as much as Wille like being with him... well... then it was worth it. 

But maybe Wille wasn't worth it anymore. Maybe it wasn't worth all the hiding. 

Wille shut off the shower, wrapped himself in a towel and headed to his room. Plugging his phone in, he burrowed under the covers and waited for it to turn on. 

As expected, a deluge of messages came through. Some from friends asking where he'd disappeared to, one from his mother that he promptly deleted, one from Felice that he promised himself he'd read later, and one from Simon. 

With shaking hands, he opened it up. 

It was a photo. A photo of Wille. A photo of Wille almost completely obscured and unrecognisable, pinned against a wall by a tall blonde girl wearing an impossibly short skirt. In all honesty, Wille hadn't even noticed the skirt at the time – it never mattered what they looked like, and he barely gave it a second glance now. Because all he cared about were the words that accompanied the message: 

Good luck, Babe 🖕 

 Wille blinked and read the words again.

Fuck.

So his gut feeling was right. With a panic, Wille typed out a message, then deleted it, then typed it out again, and deleted it a second time.

He let out a frustrated noise and tried again. This time, he hit send before he could overthink it.

It didn't mean anything. You know it never does. It's just the way I am. It was just a kiss.

Only a minute after he'd sent it, typing bubbles appeared. Wille held his breath as he watched them appear and disappear until another message came through.

Well when the 'just a kiss' turns into you waking up next to her in a few years and remembering what could have been, I'm so gonna say 'I told you so'. 

I love you, Wille, but I don't think I can do this anymore.

Wille's heart was beating erratically in his chest. Nononononono. Simon couldn't leave, he couldn't go. That wasn't how this was supposed to work. He knew he'd always treated it as casual, said they were nothing, that it was just a bit of fun, but it wasn't true. He knew it, and Simon knew it. It felt so good to be wanted by Simon. And he knew he'd taken it for granted. But Wille couldn't— He didn't— It was too much. He felt too much. And he wasn't allowed— Couldn't let it— The girls were just there to try to make it stop. Because it was too much. And he was drowning in it. And it was terrifying.

But maybe not as terrifying as the idea of losing Simon. He punched out another text.

Please, Simon. 

And then, because he may as well throw everything at it.

I love you.

Wille felt sick. He wasn't sure if it was because of the confession – one he'd never said out loud, despite Simon having said it to him several times – or because the idea of losing Simon was so horrifying. But whatever it was, he couldn't just sit and watch as Simon typed his reply.

Time shifted around him as he paced the room, it was like he was watching himself from above. The bubbles appeared and disappeared and then came back before going again. And they didn't return. Simon had stopped typing.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Wille continued pacing, periodically pulling on his damp hair and groaning to his empty room. What was he going to do? Could he beg Simon to take him back? Could he play it off as just another blip. It wasn't like it was cheating, they'd never officially been together, he thought Simon had understood that.

But now Wille saw how selfish he'd been, how much he'd taken it for granted.

He'd fucked up. Big time. He'd had the greatest thing in the world at his fingertips and he'd let it slip by because he'd been too fucking scared to admit what this was. What he was. Who he was. And who Simon was to him.

Because he'd never felt like this about anyone else, no matter how much he tried to kid himself. No matter how many girls he'd kissed in bars. No matter how much he'd tried to stop this feeling.

It had always been Simon. Because Simon was—

Wille was pulled out of his spiralling thoughts by a bang at his door.

With barely a second thought, Wille tore through his apartment and wrenched open the door.

Standing on the other side was Simon. Dripping wet and shivering.

"Simon? I—"

"Did you mean it?"

Simon's teeth were chattering as drops of rain dripped off the end of his curls.

"Fuck. Simon. You're shivering, come here."

Wille reached out and grabbed a handful of Simon's jacket, pulling him over the threshold.

The door shut and Simon remained standing just in front of Wille, rapidly creating a puddle on the ground.

"Simon. What are you—"

"Did you mean it?" Despite the rain, Simon's expression was determined, and angry, and full of the fire that had made Wille fall for him in the first place.

"Mean what?" Wille's voice was weak, and he knew he was stalling, but he wasn't sure if—

"That you love me?"

Wille pressed his mouth shut. Why couldn't he say it? Why, when faced with the object of his affections, could he not just say it? He was a fucking coward, and about to lose the best thing that had ever happened to him.

After the silence stretched for too long, Simon scoffed and shook his head then made to move past Wille to get to the door.

"Yes!" Wille cried out, grabbing for Simon's sleeve.

Slowly, Simon turned back around. "Yes?" He still didn't sound convinced.

"Yes," Wille repeated.

Simon crossed his arms, they made an unpleasant squelching noise. The skepticism made Wille squirm, but he supposed that was probably the point.

Wille made a move towards Simon but he took a step back. Ouch. But that was probably fair.

"What do you mean 'yes'?" Simon said. "I need you to spell in out for me, Wille. Because I'm wet, and cold, and really fucking pissed off with you."

Wille almost wanted to ask why. Why this one? Why this time? Why – after all the girls Wille had kissed in front of Simon and then still ended up in his bed – this had been the one that tipped his over the edge. But Wille knew he didn't deserve to ask that question, knew that he'd tested Simon's patience to its limits. Taken advantage of the fact that he knew that Simon loved him.

And how had he almost let that slip away. Simon loved him. Simon called him 'baby' and held him close and loved him.

"I love you," Wille repeated. It was as simple as that. And Wille had never wanted to call it that before. And maybe now it was too late. But Simon deserved to know. "I love you."

Simon's face crumpled, the anger melting away to something softer, something more raw, something devastating.

"Then why won't you— Why don't you—" A sob hiccuped in Simon's chest and he fell forward, his forehead hitting Wille's bare collarbone almost alarmingly hard. Simon's fists were curled against Wille's chest and Wille wrapped his arms around Simon's back, stroking soothing circles into the soaked material of his jacket. "I can't— I'm not—"

"Shh…" Wille soothed. "It's okay. I've got you."

Shoulders still shaking, Simon took in a few breaths, each one slightly calmer than the last. Then, he pushed himself away and tipped his head up to meet Wille's eye.

"I can't do this unless you're all in. Unless you stop it with your fucking excuses and stupid reasons. Unless you can finally admit that this is… real."

"It's real," Wille murmured. "Simon, it's so real. I've been such a fool."

"No," Simon said, bottom lip wobbling. "I've been the fool. I let myself— I knew you wouldn't ever— I just want you to want me. Just me. And I want you to admit that this is real. That this is love. I want— I want someone who'll call me baby and—"

"I will," Wille interrupted. "Simon. I promise. I don't want— I can't lose you. I love you. And… and I know I've hurt you. But I can be better. I will be better."

Simon watched him for a long moment.

"Prove it."

The bass vibrated through Wille's feet all the way up his legs and thrummed in his chest. One shot of liquid courage hadn't quite been enough, but the sight of Simon bobbing along to the music and sending him a small, tentative smile helped buoy him.

With purpose, Wille closed the distance between them, nudging people out of the way so that they were standing directly in front of each other.

"Hi," he said.

Simon giggled. "Hi," he said. "What brings you here?"

Wille grinned. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard. Maybe everything they'd talked about, all the things Wille had said he wanted to do… maybe it wouldn't be so hard. Maybe it would be as easy as—

"Do you want to dance?" Wille asked.

Simon looked down at Wille's hand, then up at his face with a contemplative impression on his face. "Hmm," he said. "Not really."

"Oh," Wille said, feeling a little deflated.

But then Simon took a small step closer and tilted his chin up defiantly. "But you can kiss me. If you want."

Despite how much they'd talked about it, despite how many times he'd assured Simon that he wanted to do it, Wille still felt a familiar flare of nerves – adrenaline coursing through his veins and telling him to stop, to push away this feeling. Push away the way Simon made his whole body sing, the way he wanted to look into his eyes forever, the way he wanted to hold him, and kiss him, and love him.

The confidence was slowly leaking out of Simon's expression the longer Wille hesitated. So he took a deep breath, gave a small nod as if psyching himself up and then leant down and pressed a soft kiss to Simon's lips.

It was like the first time all over again. Except so much better.

That first time had been hidden away in the back corner of a bar – Wille hastily pulling away and looking around to make sure no one had seen. This time they were out in the open, in the middle of the crowd, and Wille found he didn't care if anyone saw. Because he could feel Simon's smile against his lips, feel his arms wind around his neck, feel the warm skin of his waist beneath his t-shirt where Wille's hands were resting at his waist.

And it was joy, and it was light, and it was love. And Wille couldn't believe he'd ever called it anything but love. He had been falling in love with Simon since the very first touch of their lips – no, from the very first moment their eyes met across that bar.

Everything had led to this moment, of them having to stop kissing because they were grinning too hard, of them instead opting to wrap their arms around each other and move along to the music, of their lips finding each other again, of them laughing and dancing and kissing and Wille realising that he didn't want to hide any of this. He didn't want to stop this feeling. Ever again.

"Wille?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Take me home."

And he did.

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more 💟friends to lovers💟 fic recs!

i’m still reading through the wilmon tag on ao3, but i’d like to share some recs in very arbitrary categories. i’m not going to re-rec anything i’ve recced before. more lists in progress, more lists to come!

can one ever have enough friends to lovers? i think not.

i've tagged the authors where i knew their handles - please feel free to tag others if you know them!

Yours If You'll Have Me by @gulliblelemon - At Ludvig's funeral, Wille has a realisation about his best friend Simon. After an ill-thought-out kiss, he panics that their friendship is over. But luckily neither of them are willing to give up on each other that easily.

Moon go down (do it again) by @skibasyndrome - Wille and Simon spend an evening sitting in Simon's dorm room.

My valentine by @piebingo - AU where Simon has asked his friend Wille to be his valentine.

call ur crush! by @enjoythesilentworld - “I dare you to call your crush!” Henry called, followed by a loud burp, and crushed his empty can between his hands. ... Because he couldn’t help it, Simon's eyes found Wille’s across the room.

Falling in Love is a Full-Time Job by SignedMeraki - What's a little office romance amongst friends…

hide and seek by saturnvity - “If I kiss you right now,” Simon whispered, “Would you stop pretending we’re just friends?”

If you want to by @saynomorefic - Simon gets the pillow princess experience he deserves.

Supermodel (you better work) by SimonsandStars - r/trueoffmychest: 'My friend showed me pictures of a cute girl. It was him cross dressing. He looked really good' (but make it Wilmon)

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Slowly, unexpectedly.

Haven't written anything in ages, but I tried to come up with a little something for wilmon yesterday☀️

It starts slowly, unexpectedly. Wille looks over at Simon, laughing softly, and notices the way the sunlight catches in Simon's hair. His curls are lighter in summer, a soft golden colour that looks nice against Simon's brown skin. Simon looks nice.

A few days later, Simon passes by him in the kitchen of their shared appartment, his hand pressing briefly against Wille's back. Wille feels warm at the touch, and finds himself still thinking about it minutes later.

They go out with friends. Simon takes Wille's hand in his, tugging at him as he pleads for Wille to come dance with him. They do the same thing everytime they go out, Simon never accounting for the fact that Wille needs alcohol before he goes on the dance floor. Simon doesn't, he can move without feeling any sort of shame, even without a drop of alcohol in his body.

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Yay!

Beautiful story!

Final Chapter is up!

Leaving military service and taking up Crown Prince duties full-time has left Wilhelm stressed, frustrated, and extremely miserable - and that's without even mentioning the massive sexuality crisis lurking under the surface. He turns to camshows to help take the edge off, and maybe explore some of those repressed feelings a little bit further.

It was never meant to lead to an all-consuming obsession, falling in love, and a whole load of shit hitting the fan.

AKA: the camboy!Simon AU.

Explicit, 115K words, complete. Read from the beginning on AO3.

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i just want to know any and all fics that are good because the writing and narrative are reeeeaaally good i want some drama some angst some catharsis some relief some arguing some outside forces some issues some mess some chaos (but not just straight up pain and misery)

📖

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Sunday Snippet

Turns out I have an extra 8k of lakehouse written that I never published and kinda forgot about? Have a peek xx

Do you… do you not wanna do this right now?” Wille asked.

“No, I…” Simon shook his head, simmering with hot frustration. “I do, I need, I want…” he closed his eyes.

Wille waited, taking his hand out of Simon’s hair and resting it on the other side of his head.

“Sometimes it’s hard to be touched if I’m… if I’ve been thinking about my dad,” he said, lips barely moving, eyes still closed. Wille wanted to cry at how small Simon sounded. He searched for words.

“I get that, Simon. So we can just… another night, or something?” Wille offered, feeling heavy with the urge to touch and soothe his strung-taut baby, heavy with the knowledge that he shouldn’t, that he couldn’t.

Simon shook his head.

“No,” he said harshly. Hearing his tone, he blinked down at Wille. “I mean, it’s just. It’s not fair. I want to… I want you,” his expression twitched and he stuck his jaw out stubbornly.

Before Wille could process, Simon lunged toward him, gripping at his cheeks, his jaw, biting down on Wille’s bottom lip hard enough to make him gasp. Wille shifted his hips up helplessly, moaning when he felt Simon’s erection rub against his thigh. Simon pressed his body intently into Wille’s groin, and he groaned louder.

Simon’s hands slipped from Wille’s cheeks down to circle his wrists and Wille felt himself melt into hot wax, panting as Simon kissed him with a fury so great he was helpless to do anything other than match his lover's fervor as best he could.

Simon’s fingers tightened around his wrists painfully, pressing him hard into the mattress.

Wille twisted his head, Simon’s lips landing a few times on the side of his mouth until he pulled away.

Simon’s eyes looked a little wild and Wille’s fingers twitched with the urge to reach for his face.

“Simon,” he whispered, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Simon let go as if he had been burned, pushing away and sitting back on the mattress.

“You don’t want to,” he stated, and Wille was quick to shake his head, pushing himself up on his elbows.

“That’s not what I said, that’s not what I said,” he ran a hand through his hair and sat up properly. “I just want to make sure you’re feeling okay,” he whispered. “You’ve had a big night.”

Simon looked down at his lap then over at the wall, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

“Fuck, Wille, I don’t wanna talk! I just, I want this,” he said stubbornly. He looked down at his hands. “Unless you don’t,” he added quietly.

“I always want you,” Wille whispered. “I just… I need to know what’s okay, right now,” he added.

Simon took in a deep, shuddering breath.

“I want to feel in control,” he admitted.

Wille sat up against the pillows, and Simon settled next to him. They shared a couple breaths and Wille closed his eyes, glad they were at least talking. He didn’t want to fuck things up, not when Simon was so fragile.

“What if…” Wille swallowed. “You don’t have to but... maybe it would help if you tied me up again? Then you could… you would be in control. And I couldn’t… you could just touch me without having to be touched,” he said.

Simon looked up at him with his brow furrowed. He didn’t say anything for a long time and Wille waited patiently.

“But, is that… would you want…Are you sure?” he asked.

Wille’s mouth twitched. “Pretty sure we’ve been establishing all weekend how much I want that,” he said.

Simon looked at him and nodded. There was still uncertainty in his eyes and Wille reached out to take his hand.

“What is it?” he asked quietly.

“It’s just..” Simon paused. His voice was low. “Does this make me like him?” he asked. “To want… power? To hurt you?”

Wille felt his heart swell and deflate.

“Oh Simon,” he kissed Simon’s hand, wanting to cry. “You’re not a bad person for… wanting to feel in control. And it works out cause like… I’ve always had too much power, more than I wanted. So like, I get to give that up, which makes me feel better, and you get to be in control in a way that you deserve to feel,” Wille looked over at Simon, who looked like he wanted to believe Wille more than anything.

“Look at it this way,” Wille said, looking earnestly into Simon’s wide eyes. “He made you feel scared. You make me feel safe.”

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The Long Way Home - Chapter 6

Will they finally snap and if so - who's gonna make the move? Find out in chapter 6.

“Would you… be interested in coming?” Simon asks. He sounds almost a bit uncertain, which is kind of baffling to Wille. Then again, Simon can’t know how embarrassingly weak Wille is for him after a ridiculous five days, to the point where he’d very likely follow Simon to the end of the world if he asked. So overall, Simon’s ignorance regarding this is probably a good thing. “Sure,” Wille says with as much cool as he can muster. Which isn’t a lot to begin with and every last remnant of it evaporates in the brightness of Simon’s smile.   “Great,” Simon says and returns his attention to his phone. “It starts later today, so we have a few hours to get there.”

Read on ao3.

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Young Royals Masterlist

Multi chaptered

Get in loser, we’re going camping

5 times Linda was a good mom to Wille + 1 time Kristina was a good mom

Not in public, baby

I have so mushroom in my heart for you

Keep it

12 hugs a day

A small flame called hope

Season’s greetings

Oneshots

How (not) to catch a guy’s attention: a guide by Wilhelm

Idiot sandwich

Valentine’s day special

By the way, I’m wearing the smile you gave me

Crown Prince Wilhelm’s Facts Sheet

Three little words

I swear I meant it even if I was drunk

Have you seen Lars?

Matching studs

This is Simon, my boyfriend…

Inhale the future, exhale the past

For Simon

Series

The Proposal AU (Wilmon edition)

5 times the students of Hillerska didn’t realize Wille and Simon were together + 1 times they definitely did

Erik and Simon Gang Up on Wille 

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Those eyes 😍

New promo poster of 'An Honest Life'

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Rude Boy - Tinderbox - tt

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Good morning Krümel! ☀️

You’ll be waking up to Omar swimming with the gangs in the canals of Stockholm! Lucky you, what a wonderful way to start the morning! 🥹🫶

Good morning to me 🧜🏼‍♂️☀️

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⤵️what if...?↪️ fic recs

i’m still reading through the wilmon tag on ao3, but i’d like to share some recs in very arbitrary categories. i’m not going to re-rec anything i’ve recced before, so this is really only from within my last seven months of reading. more lists to come!

this list highlights fics that revel in the endless possibilities of canon divergence. we see canon, we love canon, we use canon as the building block - and then we chart a different course! the exploration is endless.

i've tagged authors where i knew their usernames - please feel free to tag others if you know them!

What We're Building by fitz_y - What does #WilmonForever mean for today and tomorrow and the next day?

I Didn't Choose This Town (I Dream Of Getting Out) by @wilmonsfolklore - a season 1 AU in which Simon's towel gets stolen after rowing practice, so Wille and him connect a little bit earlier

Hail Mary by @vvachillessongvv - A divergence in which Wille and Simon didn't get back together at the end of season 3 and instead found their way back to each other later in life.

In the back of your car there's a big black mark (where I ripped the seat) by @skibasyndrome - And he is surprised, yeah, but also not at all, when they first crash into each other in the hallway. Because it feels like this is what they’ve been tiptoeing around all evening, this is what his entire body knew had to happen.

All This Talk is Bruising Me by @unfortunate17 - A S1 canon divergence fic where Simon is not visible in the tape and August uses it as he originally intended - to force Wille onto the table.

what my heart was worth by FakeButILikeYou - Wille and Simon find out that sometimes doing the right thing means making the choices that hurt the most and that healing happens when they finally move through that pain.

Fixing All The Cracks by @nerdyfangirl76 - What if Wille's birthday went a little bit differently?

Movement by @vvachillessongvv - In a world where Simon and Wille never connected at school, they meet by chance years later at a club on New Year's Eve and Simon takes the opportunity to seduce his former crush– just one time, of course.

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💑established relationship💑 fic recs!

i’m still reading through the wilmon tag on ao3, but i’d like to share some recs in very arbitrary categories. i’m not going to re-rec anything i’ve recced before, so this is really only from within my last seven months of reading. more lists to come!

as much as i love watching these two fall in love in every universe, and boy howdy do i, sometimes it's nice to revel in what it can be like when they're already together, when there's no will-they-won't-they, when it's about what comes after the 'i like you'. these fics feature wilmon in established relationships.

a lot of these ended up being smutty, even though i have a separate smut rec list in progress 🤷🤷🤷

Find a brand new way of seeing (Your eyes forever glued to mine) by @skibasyndrome - He hopes he’s being good for Simon, hopes he is looking pretty with the black silk tied around his head.

Sundays by @grounded-parasocial - Wilhelm is obsessed with Simon’s ass while he does Sunday chores in his underwear.

stay with me by @vvachillessongvv - Simon is needy and knows how to keep Wille with him even when he's not there

Infiltration by @gulliblelemon - Simon and Wille stumble onto Erik and Rosh and there's some explaining that needs to be done.

Now we're falling like snow by @skibasyndrome - The first heavy snow of the season - what a great opportunity for a slow morning and keeping each other warm

You Pour And I'll Say by @phneltwrites - Simon shows the club that Wilhelm is definitively taken.

let me, i'd be by @enjoythesilentworld - “Tell me,” Simon said musingly, nimble fingers working deftly at the tie still around Wilhelm’s throat, “was it you who didn’t want me there tonight, or them? Or was it, perhaps, Kronprinsen who didn’t want me there?”

winter break by malinkaaa - Wilhelm stared at his phone screen, reading and re-reading the same message for what felt like the hundredth time. "Coming to Stockholm for winter break. Miss you." Simple words from Simon that made his heart race and his palms sweat like he was still that same nervous first-year at Hillerska.

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Chapter 10 - penultimate chapter

Some moments he forgot. That just meant it felt ten times worse as it came crashing back down over him, but he assumed it was a step forward to not have his grief consume his every waking moment.

Erik no longer occupied his mind in sleep either. That was only because now his dreams seemed to be almost completely taken over by someone else. He shook the memories of some particularly vivid ones away and continued. “I mean… I’m not saying it’s not hard. It really is. But… I’m doing okay. Thanks for checking up on me.”

“That’s what friends are for.”

Was it Wille’s imagination or did Simon put too much emphasis on the word ‘friend’? They should probably talk about it. They really needed to talk about it. Should Wille be the one to start? Or was it down to Simon now? Perhaps—

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Simon interrupted Wille’s spiralling thoughts. “There’s this new one Ayub keeps begging me to watch and it sounds boring. But maybe it’ll be fun if you watch it with me?”

Okay. Maybe they weren’t going to talk about it. 

… 

Not yet anyway.

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Chapter 1/1 (oneshot)

Having just graduated from university with a law degree he never wanted, Wille chooses to follow his own path against his family’s wishes and opens up a quiet, cozy bookstore in the city. The store is doing well, tourists wander in during the weekends, and locals have started calling him by name. There’s even a little book club that meets in the back on Thursdays. On paper, he should feel proud. He is proud. He’s finally doing what he loves and he’s genuinely happy.

But some nights, especially the rainy ones like this one, he feels the hollowness anyway. The missing thing. The question with no answer. He doesn’t know what it is exactly that’s missing, just that something is. He can feel it.

Then, as if straight out of the many romance novels that stock his shelves, a beautiful boy with dark eyes and dark curls, and soaking wet from the storm, bursts into his quiet shop looking for a vinyl, and everything changes.

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