DAYAGOLD🤩

TSOA - Patrochilles, Young Royals - Wilmon (30s) Ao3: DAYAGOLD

[dayagold]

Hello all,

Lurking here for Young Royals mostly. TSOA, EPIC, and PJO are also fine as is Heartstopper (TV), 10Dance (2025), and MAYBE the mcu. Note: HR fandom is ok, but I'm not in it, so asks about Heated Rivalry are alright, but I might not have much to add unless we're comparing various media.

Currently a moderator of Young Royals Baby✨ My Ao3 is DAYAGOLD🤩

[dayagold]

careful what you wish for

Gif by @books-books-smolderinglooks

Chapter 16 link: North ____

Excerpt:

August can’t believe the apathetic tone in his voice. A horrifying understanding dawns over him. “It was you,” he whispers. Wille raises his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?” “You…” August trails off, unable to even say it out loud. Wille with that hair, with his scarf wrapped around his neck, and standing in that bespoke overcoat over his suit, and in his black gloves, sporting Erik’s wristwatch, completely in Erik’s style like he’s trying to be Erik, trying to be someone else than himself. “You’re not Wille,” August finally says. “Wille would never…” His cousin waits, amused. “Never what?” August’s gut twists. “Is this a joke to you? You killed someone! You stole millions from me! You lied to everyone, even the queen!” Wille blinks, looking horrified. “What d’you mean?! I didn’t do anything you’re saying! Are you alright, August?”

[dessasink]

GUESS WHO JUST FUCKING FINISHED YOUNG ROYALS

brb boutta follow EVERY young royals tag

[dayagold]

Welcome to our corner! We have fanworks galore!

[dayagold]

careful what you wish for

Gif by @books-books-smolderinglooks

Chapter 15 link: To Wish Upon a ____

Excerpt:

Wilhelm starts by rifling through Erik’s room. Everyone loved Erik's dedication to the job. So Wille already has a blueprint and doesn’t need to go back to the drawing board. He finds Erik’s lighter and a monogrammed cigarette case. No cigarettes, though. There are a couple of heavy Vitamin C pill bottles, his Hillerska sweatshirt that Wilhelm practically drowns in, and his diaries. The diaries are the most intriguing. They span his college and military training. The first one has several pages blank for the first few months since Erik’s schedule had probably been hectic on the field. But he had gradually begun writing and stuck to it. By the second diary, Erik had been a regular at journaling his thoughts and fears. Wille reads the final entries several times over and nearly falls asleep with the words swimming like tadpoles in his brain. But it hits him. The bottles labeled Vitamin C aren’t so harmless. As the sun rises over the palace, Wille checks the containers. The pills are white and not easy to break. He drops one into a glass of water and watches. It takes more than a minute to dissolve. Chickened out from telling Mama and Papa about the Z. Definitely not vitamins. They’re Erik’s sleeping meds that he pilfered during his army training. He’d stocked up on this Zee stuff for crown princing.

[dayagold]

YR S2 AU

Imagine this: before S2, over the break, someone posts online that he's the one in the video with Simon.

Wilhelm doesn't know what to do and gets instantly jealous.

The Royal Court doesn't know the student and begins to keep an eye on things. August is relieved that the heat has shifted to this new person. Sara is glad Simon is distracted by this new boy.

Simon is pulled into a new game where this kid now asks him to pretend they're together and announce that they're getting a lawyer to look into the school. Simon is annoyed that people are only interested in the revelation and refuses to answer any questions.

Cue Felice and everyone else trying to work out what this kid's angle is.

[centaurianwisdom]

Thank you so much @frabacc for tagging me in this! Here's a little snippet of Wille POV that I've written recently!

But the Palace was incredibly stuffy and noisy, so he found a window and stuck his head outside, breathing in the fresh air. 

“Wille!” Amir called behind him. “Where are you? I need to introduce you to someone!” Wilhelm did not want to meet anyone, exhausted, fried and longing for bed as he was. So he stepped on the crates stacked in front of the window and clambered out before Amir could find him, walking away from the Palace on tottering feet. He slid down an incline and yelped when he found someone crouched behind the cement embankment. “Can you please keep it down?” the figure hissed. “I don’t want to be found.” “Um-” “Felice!” drunken, female voices rang out from a distance. “Hey, Felice! Come on out.” The figure - Felice - groaned, and buried her face in her hands. “Hey you!” a brunette yelled at him from the front of the Palace window from where Wilhelm had just climbed out. “Have you seen our friend? Um, pretty, curly hair, black-” “Maria!” another friend nudged her. “What, isn’t she black?” Felice watched him pleadingly from her position. “Um, yeah, I think I saw her,” Wilhelm said unsteadily. “I saw her go that way-” he pointed in the opposite direction “-I think she went towards the dorms.” The brunette rolled her eyes and charged away, her friends in tow, and they disappeared around the corner of the building. Felice sighed and untensed, sitting back against the cement wall and gathering her knees to her chest. “I get so overstimulated,” she muttered. “Thanks for saving my ass.” Wilhelm chuckled. “I know the feeling,” he admitted. “I just about escaped too.” Felice smiled up at him - and oh. Oh wow. Wilhelm’s brain short-circuited and he genuinely didn’t hear what she said to him. “Sorry, what?” Felice giggled - a melodious sound. “I said, do you want to sit here and take a break?” Wilhelm nodded until he felt his brain rattled around in his skull, and sat down next to her, careful to keep a respectful distance. “I’m Wilhelm,” he said, omitting his last name, putting out a hand to shake, which she took instantly. Her hand was soft and covered with pretty rings. “You can call me Wille.” “I’m Felice,” she said. “First year.” “Oh, wait, did you go through an initiation as well?” She laughed. “Yep! But it wasn’t half as traumatising as what I heard you guys went through.” “I have a whole elder brother who went to this school before me, and he didn’t even tell me about this,” Wilhelm complained. “I think elder siblings are supposed to keep it a secret,” Felice said. “All a part of the ‘joke’. I’m just glad it’s over. Anyway, where are you from?” They sat there for over an hour as they introduced themselves. Felice didn’t bat an eye when he haltingly told her his surname and what his family did, which was as refreshing as a dip in a cool, clear lake. Felice’s mother was an old-money socialite, and her father was an immigrant who had risen to the top ranks of Sverige Riksbank. “My father wants me to become an investment banker,” Felice said, twisting her ring around her finger. “My mom just wants me to marry rich. But honestly, I’m still figuring myself out. I only want to do finance if I really want to do it, not because my family expects me to.” Wilhelm started at the side of her face. There was a softness to it that pulled at his heartstrings. “I hear you,” he said quietly. “I wish I had that choice.” Felice knocked her head back against the wall, looking up at the sky. Wilhelm looked up at the sky with her. Far from the city, the stars twinkled brightly in the dark sky. “I think all of us have a choice,” she said. “Sometimes it’s hard and sometimes it’s easy. But there’s always a choice.”

I want to invite @dayagold @malinowaj to add to this, but no pressure!

[dayagold]

OOOOOOOH

IT'S FELLE! MEETING AT HILLERSKA BEFORE ALL THE DRAMA

AND THE FIRST THINGS HE NOTICED ARE HER CURLS AND HER PRETTINESS

ADMIT IT WILHELM YOU HAVE A TYPE!

[dayagold]

The last thing I wrote?

Thanks @centaurianwisdom for tagging me! The latest thing I wrote is for my current fic that I'm trying to wrap up this week! So instead, here's a drabble-like thing I wrote for this post I made a while back.

Imagine this: before S2, over the break, someone posts online that he's the one in the video with Simon.

INTRODUCING WILLIAM FALK It’s a week until the next semester. Simon rotates between shoveling snow for houses and apartments and dog walking with Sara. It’s a treat watching huskies bound around happily in mounds of snow. Although it’s impossible to try to stop them from shaking snow off their pelts and showering Simon’s poor overcoat and jacket with melting flakes. The good thing about Bjärstad is that he can always find decent-paying jobs. He likes the pocket cash. He has plans to treat Ayub and Rosh, the only ones who keep him sane when the world shows up with nasty remarks. Just the other day, Rosh gave the stink-eye to a pair of girls giggling about Simon in a diner. The downside of Bjärstad is that everyone knows him. They know his face was visible in the video. He’s never going to escape it. But when Ayub makes a smart remark against anyone trying to belittle him, when Rosh makes a sudden move to scare the bullies away, when Sara invites him on her dog walking with no hesitation, and when Mama squeezes him tighter than ever for their daily hugs, Simon knows he can make it another day. “Nice ride,” Sara comments. She breaks him out of his thoughts. Simon follows her gaze toward a gleaming Caresto parked across the street from their house. Simon makes a face. It looks okay. But it’s odd orange stripes make it seem like something that tried and failed to be a racing car. Still, by the look on Sara’s face, Simon figures it’s a glamorous model. The passenger door opens, and a boy steps out. He’s tall, eyes directed at Simon and Sara like he’s been waiting for them. His tan overcoat is thick, and his smart pants and clean dress shoes make him look like he’s stepped out of an office. Simon notices a woman sitting in the driver’s seat. She stays there as he closes the door. “Simon!” he calls from across the road. Simon pauses. Sara slows down as well. The boy jogs toward them. “Who’s that?” Sara asks. “I don’t know,” Simon mutters. His face looks vaguely familiar, though. “He knows you,” Sara points out. Simon bites his tongue to stop himself from saying, Everyone knows me now. The boy approaches them, looking serious. He sticks his hand out. “William Falk. Sprucewood first-year resident. I’m part of the rowing team.” Simon raises his eyebrows. Ah, so that’s where Simon recognizes him from. He shakes William’s hand belatedly. William offers Sara a handshake as well. She obliges, puzzled. “I thought Forest Ridge and Sprucewood are mortal enemies,” she says mildly. “We are!” William grins. Simon doesn’t smile. “What do you want?” William breathes out in a gush. His exhale turns white in the chill. “I would like to offer you a deal, Simon,” William says. “My sister’s a lawyer.” He says this as he nods back to his car. Presumably, the driver is his sister. “Okay,” Simon says. “She has grand plans to sue Hillerska.” “Oh… kay?” “And we think the video of you and the prince is the last straw on that hump of a place,” William says with a smirk. Simon stares. “I don’t--” “It’s the prince, obviously,” William says. “Everyone in school knows. Everyone in our circle knows. Hillerska’s been letting things like this slide for years now. My sister--she’s a Stockholm attorney--she just made partner at her firm; she wants to expose the truth. And I’d like to help her.” Simon doesn’t know what this is, but it does not sound safe. He shakes his head and steps back, pulling Sara with him. “We’re not doing interviews.” “Simon--” “I’m not talking about this with reporters or people like you--” “I’ll pay you a hundred grand!” Simon and Sara stop. “One hundred thousand kroner,” William repeats. “And it won’t be like a sit-down interview or anything. We’ll just have a short little reel or a story that I can post online. When that goes viral, my sister swoops in and represents us in court against the school’s security.” Simon frowns at him. “No interview. No reel. I don’t know what your game is--” “That’s the best part!” William announces, beaming. “We tell everyone I was the guy!”

Tagging @books-books-smolderinglooks if you're interested in sharing the last thing you did for young royals???

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[dayagold]

careful what you wish for

Gif by @books-books-smolderinglooks

Chapter 14 link: ____ of the Show

Excerpt:

“August,” Kristina whispers. “Tell me the truth. Did you hurt Linda?” “No!” he says, going gaunt with fright. “I swear it!” “Why did you miss breakfast?” “I was tired! I don’t know!” “So you were tired?” Wilhelm interjects. August snaps into fury. “Don’t act so mighty! You were late too!” Kristina stares at her son. Wilhelm shakes his head. “Simon and I were finishing up homework pretty late. Sure we woke up a little late, but both of us had breakfast with the others. You were the only one missing.” “I guess you must have been pretty wired after taking the meds,” August sneers. Wilhelm blinks, annoyed and confused. “What?” “August,” Farima says in a warning tone. “You took a full strip of them,” August says, plowing through. “I guess you and Simon wanted to stay up later than usual too!” Kristina’s headache--the one that had disappeared when Wilhelm had started attending court meetings--is back with a vengeance.

[dayagold]

clutching my pearls!

is it a swedish/nordic thing? is it plot-relevant? is it not connected at all?

[dayagold]

New headcanon:

So that mug in the background with a large A... is that August's mug? did Wille swipe it just to mess with him?

(yes, this is the holy scene from S2E5)

I wonder what other small things Wille did to push August to the edge. Did he steal single socks? cut up his photograph and leave the pieces in August's chair? spread rumors that he has bad breath?

more petty!Wille in his revenge era please!

[frogprincesnowglobe]

Years ago in another fandom I read a fic (that unfortunately wasn't finished) where Character A was a prince in some shadowy medieval time and Character B was his royal attendant. If I recall he started attending him, helping him bathe and get dressed when they were teens and later fell in love. I randomly remembered that story last night and it gave me this similar idea for Young Royals:

How absolutely perfect would a modern Wilmon version be? I'm thinking sixteen year old Wilhelm is Crown Prince and Simon has been hired as his attendant. Author decides how this comes about. In the modern era this would be doing things like making sure he has his clothes set out and shoes shined, making sure he wakes up on time, brushing his coat of lint etc. Wille finds it dehumanizing to both of them (he can carry his own bags thank you very much).

The Eriksson's need a little extra money and if Simon works as Wille's attendant he and Sara will get their board paid for them at Hillerska, which Linda loves because of the quality of the education and it gets them away from Sara's bullying situation. Simon of course shares a room with Wille. Simon doesn't want to be his attendant because he's anti monarchy and agrees it's dehumanizing but it will help his mom. Very early on they decide that they just...won't have Simon helping him out and his family will still get the money. But in order to keep up appearances so Simon and Sara don't lose their place at Hillerska and the royal court doesn't get annoyed, and so August doesn't realize and tell the Queen ... they fake it. Simon will hold his books and call him Crown Prince and do little tasks for him. At some point it becomes a game, and their playful banter and laughter becomes flirting. Quickly they develope feelings for each other.

Dealer's choice on if the video is still leaked, but it presents an opportunity for extra drama. However it comes about there will definitely be extra drama when the Queen discovers that Wille's royal attendant is...attending to him in more ways than one.

[dayagold]

Simon is going above and beyond, the queen better not get mad at him! he's literally doing his job attending to Wille!

[dayagold]

careful what you wish for

Gif by @books-books-smolderinglooks

Chapter 12: Seeing _____

Excerpt:

Farima clears her throat. “The papers are signed. The signatures were verified by a close relative of hers. Now, there was no witness to her signature, but you just admitted to signing in front of Wilhelm. It’s your word against his.” “But I can talk to Linda!” August says, shooting up to his feet. “I can tell her that he lied! That those papers weren’t what I meant to sign!” Farima frowns. “It won’t be so easy, August.” “Why not? I can contest it! I can--” “You will do nothing,” she says, shaking her head. “I have informed Her Majesty of the papers’ existence. The court will handle it. You will wait for instructions till then.” His heart drops. “But what do I do?” “Nothing,” she repeats. “What about Wille?!” “The queen will speak to him.” “But Linda--” “We will handle things, August,” Farima says, now much stricter. “Do not say or do anything that can cause more issues. You are in hot water as it is with the staff.” August does a double-take. “I’m sorry?” Farima scowls. “Tell me plainly, August. Have you been using?”

[i-uhhhhhh]

Thinking of writing a Siren!Simon fic where everything is the same except, well, he's a legit Siren. Which is why he left his old school, because he couldn't control it yet and didn't know how it worked so he ended up hurting someone without meaning to. And the reason Wille hears him singing the loudest on that first day isn't because he WAS, he wasn't even having a solo, it was because they made eye contact against Simon's best intentions and that's when he locked onto him and became obsessed.

And that's why Simon keeps trying to avoid him at that party, because he thinks what Wille is feeling isn't real, it's Simon essentially manipulating him into liking him. Only he falls right back for him and he can no longer control it, either, and that's why the video and everything happens, because part of Simon's powers which he doesn't yet fully understand is the fact that when someone becomes entranced with his voice, there's a curse on them where they're doomed to suffer for all eternity, only not in a "drown them and dismember them" old Greek way but in all sorts of new and creative ways.

Idk it won't leave my head I fear so I may start on it tonight

[dayagold]

YES BECAUSE YES YES YAAS

oh the angst, the self-distrust, the yearning, the beauty!

Simon would confess his dark secret to Wille who won't care, who'll throw his crown away and run after simon, cursed or not

[omreowmeow]

You mentioned it here https://www.tumblr.com/omreowmeow/819858852156686336/poor-simon-how-could-someone-do-this-to-him-i?source=share

Hello. I'm curious will you share the story you're writing?

Yess. This is from the Simon in Omar's body idea from @simonsapelsin on my edmar bodyswap idea. I'll share the whole thing one day, but I'm an extremely slow writer and very amateur lmao. Let me share what I've got so far under the cut.

Omar thumbed through his socials, growing nauseous as he took in the neverending comments directed at, what he could only guess was, him after the total fiasco that occurred a few hours ago.

“Guys, he has to be really sick! Don’t you remember how he still went on stage with high fever?”

“I love you Omar! I really hope you’re okay!”

“This guy again. He’s such a fucking drama queen!”

“I’ve always been a huge supporter of Omar but I really did not like the way he handled things last night. Quite disappointed in how unprofessional the whole thing was… I hope he does better in the future.”

“Embarrasing!”

Slamming down the phone, he screwed his eyes shut to block out the negativity. It was useless. Every word seemed to burn itself right into his retinas.

He really shouldn’t let it affect him but how could he not when it was his face plastered over each and every post?

Even if it wasn’t really him everyone was talking about.

Simon came to, to the most blinding light he had ever seen in his life, stabbing him in the face. Followed shortly after by what he could only describe as hysterical screaming.

His heart dropped to his stomach as he let out an even shriller screech of his own.

Simon wasn't fully aware of his surroundings but it was impossible not to feel the air in the room change as everything came to a halt.

Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the light. He could make out thousands of people staring up at him in shocked silence.

What the hell was happening?

“The fuck?” he whispered softly to himself, gasping in horror as he heard it echo loudly across the room.

He was on stage. That was obvious enough. But how the hell had that happened when the last thing he remembered was riding around Bjarstad with Rosh and Ayub?

Forcing movement back into his body, Simon clutched the mic stand in front of him, growing painfully aware of the way his sweat slicked curls were sticking to his forehead and the tight top he was wearing was constricting his every breath.

He swayed.

The crowd began mummering to themselves.

Simon needed to do something fast.

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t- I don’t know…”, he started.

It made Simon feel five again. Just like when he had performed on stage for the first time and his nerves had caused him to burst into tears and throw up all over his hand-me-down shoes.

Oh God. He was going to be sick

Simon pushed the microphone away with an urgency and began running.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t yet noticed the high heels replacing the usual sneakers on his feet.

His ankles rolled out from under him, throwing him forward towards the audience. Simon caught himself just in time but now he was hunched over in a dangerous position, and the bile in his throat refused to go back down once he had made it easy enough to come up.

He spewed.

The front row of the audience screamed as they got splattered.

Simon’s eyes watered from the effort and sheer humiliation of throwing up. He blinked his tears away, gagging still, and regretted it instantly because he could now see the disgust written on all their faces.

It was enough to make him swallow the profuse apology he was about to make, kick off his heels in desperation and floor it.

Not his finest moment.

Simon ran off stage, ignoring the calls of concern after him. He sped down what seemed like an endless back stage corridor before he found a door he hoped led to the washroom.

Luck was on his side. Simon bolted the door shut and gasped for breath.

His body relaxed enough to let him vomit up the remaining contents of his stomach. He retched, wondering if he was trapped in a nightmare.

After a good while, he drew himself back up and turned to the sink to wash his mouth out.

He gawked at the man staring back at him.

It wasn’t him. Or at least not the him he remembered.

This person shared the same face but there were lines etched in that Simon didn’t have yet. His face was wider, lacking some of the softness Simon’s still carried.

His hair was cut short, which Simon had never done in his life, and reflected a reddish hue in the bathroom light. Most shocking of all were the makeup and physique.

He looked as if he had let Madison go ham on him. His eyelids were somehow dark and iridescent at the same time. They were thickly lined with some sort of black pencil marks that Simon had smudged while rubbing his tears away.

His lips were covered in lipstick Simon wouldn’t have touched with a ten foot pole. The longer he looked, the heavier it felt on him.

The man in the mirror would have been able to take heavy. His shoulders were broader, muscles bigger than Simon could ever imagine him having, even if he worked out day in and day out.

It couldn’t be him! But the resemblance was uncanny.

Had he somehow forgotten the past decade of his life?

A loud banging on the door jolted Simon out of his thoughts.

“Omar? Is everything alright?”, came an unfamiliar voice.

Omar?

Simon reached for the door handle, conflicted between wanting to know more and keeping himself hidden for as long as possible. Maybe if he held his breath long enough, the man would go away.

“I know you’re in there.”

Damn.

“It’s okay if you need some time,” the man continued, “But we need to let Alva know if you’re up for continuing the show.”

Simon stayed silent.

“Listen, we’re just worried about you,” said the man cautiously, “These things happen. Can you let me in?”

Simon backed away from the door as the knocking started up again with renewed urgency.

“Please, let me in,”

His palm slammed the door.

“Omar, let me in! ”

“Who is it?” Simon asked.

Silence from behind the door for what felt like eternity.

“...Joel?”

Whoever Joel was, his confusion was evident even through the thick door separating them. He had said his name so hesitantly, like it should have been obvious to Simon who he was even though Simon had never heard of the guy in his life.

Summoning whatever bravery Simon had left in himself, he cracked the door open an inch.

The man standing outside was drenched in sweat and panting as if he had run the whole way there too, which was highly possible considering how quickly he had caught up to Simon.

“Oh, thank God!” he exclaimed, pushing his way into the toilet, “You almost gave me a heartattack.”

Joel gave him a once over.

“You look like shit!” he said, “But at least you’re not dead. Never do that again!”

Joel took his hand and led him to sit down. Raising the back of his palm to Simon’s forehead, he frowned.

“Fever. You’re burning up. How are you feeling?”

Bad.

“I dunno,” Simon mumbled.

“That’s alright,” Joel said softly, lifting a small water bottle to Simon’s lips. Simon gulped it down, thirstily.

His friend (?) busied himself with tending to Simon, wiping down his face with some wipes and getting him into a large hoodie, which Simon was eternally grateful for.

“You know,” Joel said slowly, looking Simon in the eye as if he was going to deliver some grave news, “You’re going to hate this, but we should really cancel the show.”

Simon didn’t answer. Guilt broiled in his stomach. This wasn’t even his show to cancel.

“Your fans will understand. Don’t jeopardize your health just cause you think you owe it to them. You have got to start looking after yourself better, Omar,” he said, his voice growing steely.

Simon shrank. Even if going onto stage sick wasn’t a choice he had made, it was the kind of choice he would.

“Okay”

Joel looked relieved, tension leaving as if he had been expecting Simon to put up a fight.

“Do you want to say a few words to the crowd before we go to the hospital? I think Adnan can drive us.”

The thought of facing the audience again caused Simon’s stomach to churn.

“No!” he yelled. “It’s okay.”

Joel stared at him in shock before quickly schooling his expression back into something more neutral.

“Alright…I think we should get you checked soon. Can you stand?”

Could he? Simon pushed himself up shakily and wobbled a few steps before Joel caught him.

“Sit back down. I’ll call Alva to get a stretcher down here. Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright, Omar.”

Simon couldn’t take it anymore.

“Who’s Omar?”, he blurted out.

Joel gaped at him like he had grown another head.

“Who’s..Omar?” Joel repeated in horror.

“Yes.”

“You are!”

“I’m not!” Simon protested, feeling like the walls were closing in on him. “There’s been some kind of mistake!”

The smile Joel flashed him at that was pained. He fished his phone out from his pocket and started typing furiously.

“Wait,” said Simon, “You’ve got to believe me!”

“Sure,” muttered Joel distractedly, still stabbing at his phone.

“I’m..I’m Simon…Eriksson,” he added as if that would help.

That made him look up from his phone.

“The little gay boy from the prince show?” came Joel’s manic whisper.

Excuse me?

Joel let out a sound Simon couldn’t even describe and brought his phone up to his ear, turning around as if that could somehow prevent Simon from hearing them talk about him.

“We’re so fucked”, he overheard, “…he’s got to be dying or something. He thinks he’s Simon Eriksson. Yes! That one! Come faster!”

Well that was rude.

And intriguing. Joel seemed to know who he was. Even though that seemed like cause for alarm, Simon still felt some comfort knowing he hadn’t drifted into another plane of reality entirely.

The next hour was a blur. The adrenaline of being in such an unfamiliar situation had worn out and left Simon in a haze. A stretcher had been rushed in. More people whose names Simon couldn’t grasp had drifted in and out of view.

The only name that did stick was the one they kept repeating at him.

Omar, Omar, Omar.

Simon was starting to get sick of the guy, whoever he was.

TBC...

[dayagold]

OH MY GODS

he got put into the worst possible moment! On stage in front of thousands and the cameras! I dont know if i've ever heard of a performer throwing up on people, on their fans. That feels like a career ending accident

But also, Simon is realizing the nightmare he's landed in where people SEE him in so many different facets, and he looks different, older, with makeup that's not simon's choice

Not to mention the tweets!

Also, Joel sounding hurt when he asks who he is! Oof, my heart.

This reminded me that Omar and Edvin have the kind of careers that would give Simon and Wille nightmares.

Wille wouldn't willingly be in front of cameras pretending to be someone else

Simon couldn't stand being watched and judged for his stage songs and performances, especially after the video

Obviously, they can later heal and even adapt if they choose to, but i just love thinking about the irony!

[omreowmeow]

Careless ❤️

[dayagold]

SO GOOD!

[dayagold]

Imagine a She’s the Man AU for Young Royals.

Sara pretends to be Simon to get into Hillerska boarding (because the only space available is in Forest Ridge) and she ends up being Wille’s roommate. She signs up for horseriding, determined to make a name for herself. But she also has to do music because that’s what Simon is originally there for. She plays recordings of Simon’s piano playing and sheet music and manages to fool the teacher a few times.

Wille hears the music and falls in love.

Felice likes “Simon’s” temperament and general attitude and falls in love too. Cue lots of Sara teaching Felice how to get comfortable around horses.

August, Vincent, and Nils think something is off and want to sabotage “Simon” only resulting in near-disaster every time.

Simon comes back from wherever he ran off to and is thoroughly confused with Wille and Felice asking him out and three idiots who are trying to “out” him as a girl.

Madison shuts that shit down right away, and everyone boos the three of them.

Meanwhile, Sara wins the trophy and goes home happily, leaving behind an entire school that’s scrambling for answers.

call it Midsummer Madness 😏

[dayagold]

careful what you wish for

Gif by @books-books-smolderinglooks

Chapter 10 link: fallen ____

excerpt:

Malin stays put. “What is the situation?” Given the way she stands--so still with arms close to her sides, as if she might have a concealed weapon--Captain Holger figures she’s ex-military. Either way, he’s not about to go up against Säpo. “Linda died last night,” he says shortly. “May I know what the crown prince’s relationship is with Simon and Sara?” Her face twitches. “I’m not at liberty to speak about this.” He stares hard. “I hope you know this family has been through enough.” Malin walks to her charge without another word. Anette grimaces and follows her. Holger watches Sara and Simon embrace their friends. The way Wilhelm wraps his arms around a sobbing Simon makes Holger shift uncomfortably.