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Michelle 🌈 30| she/her | music, writing and young royals make me happy. Always glad to chat about any of these, or anything that comes to mind :)

[pagegirlintraining]

Fic Masterpost

Multi-chapter works:

All my loving (I will send to you) | Mature | 11k | 5 chapters | English | completed The Prince And The Popstar - Fuck The Monarchy And Other Hits | Explicit | 72k | 10 chapters | English | completed (with @the-amber-fox) The Time Of My Life | Explicit | 53k | 8 chapters | English | completed Killing me softly (with his song) | General audiences | 23k | 3 chapters | English | ongoing (with @ishotforthestars)

Missing You Missing Me | Mature | 16k | 4 chapters | completed

Never Not You | Explicit | 82k | 9 chapters | English | completed

Young Riders |Mature | 45k | English | ongoing (with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic)

You're my favorite place to go | Explicit | 41k | 6 chapters | English | completed (with @enjoythesilentworld)

Eye to Eye | Mature | 54k | 9 chapters | English | completed

Always, Forever | Explicit | 20k | 3 chapters | English | completed

Out of the Dark, Into the Light | Explicit | 45k | 10 chapters | English | completed

Time After Time | Teen and up audiences | 14k | 3 chapters | English | completed (with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic)

Fake It Til You Make Out | Explicit | 47k | 8 chapters | English | completed

Series:

Chin up, buttercup:

The Healing Powers Of Cake | General audiences | 1,5k | English Comfort Is A Piece Of Cake | General audiences | 3k | English

Before Sunrise Wilmon Style:

Wintertime Love | Teen and up audiences | 10k | English Oh, Those Summer Nights | Mature | 13k | English

Dancing Through Life:

Dancing Through Life | Explicit | 136k | 13 chapters | English | completed Loving You Is Really All That's On My Mind | Mature | 5k | English

Let's Talk About Sex, Baby:

One, two, three, four, five, sex on my mind | Explicit | 9k | 6 chapters | English | completed (with @the-amber-fox) Stop the world (I wanna get off with you) | Explicit | 19k | 6 chapters | English | completed (with @the-amber-fox)

Hillerska Musikskolan:

Of Enemies And Symphonies | Explicit | 66k | 11 chapters | English | completed

Of Strategies And Harmonies | Not Rated | 12k | 6 chapters | English | ongoing

Of Memories And Melodies | Teen and up audiences | 4k | English | 1 chapter | completed

Canelloni and her dads:

Have my cake and eat it too | Teen and up audiences | 4k | English

Every time you bake, I wanna eat cake | Mature | 2k | English

One-shots:

Hit me with your best shot (fire away) | Explicit | 2k | English Vi har bara varandra, det är allt vi behöver | Teen and up audiences |<1k | Svenska You're The Cutest Jailbird I Ever Did See | Teen and up audiences | 7k | English (with @the-amber-fox) Copy And Pasta | Mature | 4k | English Cause That's Christmas To Me | General audiences | 6k | English Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Idiots In Love Remix) | Teen and up audiences | 10k | English (with @the-amber-fox) Oops...he did it again | Explicit | 1k | English Next in line | Teen and up audiences | 11k | English (with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic)

The College Breakup | Teen and up audiences | 5k | English

I could eat that boy for lunch | Mature | 8k | English (with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic and @skibasyndrome) Swim through your veins (like a fish in the sea) | Teen and up audiences | 8k | English Blinded by the (red) light | General Audiences | 4k | English

Flash The Camera, You're A Star! | Teen and up audiences | 10k | English (with @skibasyndrome)

Jag mår bra nu (tack vare dig) | General audiences | 2k | English

Lost (My Heart) in the Woods | Teen and up audiences | 11k | English

You're the whisk I'm gonna take | Teen and up audiences | 3k | English

I Just Called To Say I Love You | Teen and up audiences | 10k | English (with @iwouldnevergetintofanfic)

Vertigo | General audiences | <1k | English

Between The Lines | Teen and up audiences | 11k | English (with @skibasyndrome)

Frog Princes and Superheroes | Teen and up audiences | 3k | English

Jag vill bara hänga med dig | Mature | 4k | English

Ice, ice, maybe | Teen and up audiences | 7k | English

Drabbles:

Hundra ord om kärlek | General audiences | 2k | 8 chapters | Swedish and English | completed

[young-royals-confessions]

Perfect retro day fic! 💜

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65706484/chapters/169208944

Eye to Eye by @pagegirlintraining

Wilmon 80s AU with plenty of pop culture references and none of the era-typical homophobia

[young-royals-confessions]

It's Retro Day at @hillerska-spirit-week!

Does anyone have any retro fic recs?

[gulliblelemon]

Yes! Off the top of my head:

Eye to Eye by @pagegirlintraining

Time After Time by @pagegirlintraining and @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

There must be more though, right?

[pagegirlintraining]

Thanks for the mentions 🥰💜 I’m gonna add Off The Record by @simons-purplehoodie. It’s sooooooo good!!!

[believesinpatterns]

a woman holding her boob should be considered a neutral pensive gesture like when a man scratches his beard

[aomitois]

rb and tag your favorite song that's not in english, japanese or korean

[simons-purplehoodie]

Chapter 4

Wilhelm arrives at Simon’s door angry about the way his story has been told, only to find that one evening, grief and loneliness loosen their grip just enough for two men carrying different kinds of loss to recognize something familiar in each other.

But after Wilhelm leaves, Simon is left alone again in the apartment he once shared with his first love, caught between the ache of what he lost and the growing realization that someone new is beginning to matter.

Read chapter 4 on ao3!

p.s. In the comments last chapter, many of you were saying you’re intrigued to learn more about Simon, and what he’s feeling. Be careful what you wish for… and maybe grab a tissue 🤭.

[pagegirlintraining]

Skating The Line - Chapter 8

Wille reached the middle of the room again and came to an abrupt halt. He couldn't keep doing this. He needed real movement, something to pour every last ounce of energy into until his knees were wobbly and his head finally a little quieter. Shucking off his sweats, he grabbed the first pair of training shorts he could find and pulled them over his legs. It was time to give the stationery bikes at the hotel gym a spin. Grabbing his water bottle, he reached for the gold handle of his room door and pulled it open, stopping in his tracks when he was faced with the person on the other side of it.  Simon had one hand lifted as if he'd been about to knock. It stayed there for a short moment as his eyes widened, then he seemed to shake himself out of his surprise and let it fall to his side. "Hey." "Hey", Wille got out, his throat having dried up to desert stage within the past couple of seconds. "Were you, uh, heading out?" Simon asked. "Me? Oh. No. Or, uh. Maybe. I– I wasn't expecting to see you here." Simon didn't laugh at his pathetic stammering. He also didn't roll his eyes, or cross his arms, or ask whether Wille had a problem with him being here. Instead, he stared back at Wille for an endless couple of seconds, before he nodded toward the room behind him. "Do you mind if I come in?"

The slow burn might finally be reaching fire territory with this one 😎 Chapter 8 is out now on AO3.

[malinowaj]

photograph

for week 22 of the weekly drabble challenge.

“Can’t believe you kept this one,” Simon chuckles, picking up the old faded polaroid picture. They were so young back when it was taken. So unprepared for everything.

“Why wouldn’t I?” The look on Wille’s face is genuinely puzzled.

Simon huffs out another laugh. “There’s so many better ones.”

Wille nods and takes the photo from Simon. “Yeah. But this is one of the first ones of us.” He glances down, traces the outline of their faces. ”That’s what makes it special.”

“You’re a sap.” Simon says but can’t help the fond smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

[oui-oui-holly]

Ooh. Ooh. Which ones would be most fun with a trademark Holly spin??? How about... 5, 6 or 30? Whichever sounds most fun for you!

Hi there, thank you so much for sending me a number from this list. This drabble had a mind of its own and I was just along for the ride. 😅 It's certainly...something. And possibly makes no sense. Oh well LOL (continued under the cut. Rated M. 938 words.)

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Simon flips the last light switch and slowly climbs the dark staircase toward his bedroom, feeling beyond worn out and just venturing into grumpy territory. 

He really needs to start putting his foot down on these house parties. They never end well. Specifically for him - the designated cleaner of mystery spills, guardian of the valuables, and guy in charge of making sure his roommates don’t make any dumb decisions (he’s rarely successful).

Said roommates called it a night a while ago, each being varying degrees of shitfaced, leaving Simon, who’d only indulged in one margarita early in the night, to deal with the stragglers. 

Despite the one drink having worn off ages ago, there’s a buzz lingering under Simon’s skin. One of those jittery, uneasy feelings like something big and scary is about to happen. What exactly, he has no clue, but he does know why, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. 

Shaking it off, he shuffles his way down the narrow hallway, turning out the bathroom light and picking up a stray beer bottle along the way, before he opens his bedroom door.

His skin prickles with goosebumps as soon as he steps foot inside the room, the buzzy feeling coming back in full force as he shuts the door behind himself and slumps against the door. 

It’s way too fucking late for this.

Following a beat of silence, he clears his throat. 

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 

Wille just looks at him. His dark eyes convey everything Simon already knows; an answer that doesn’t need to be spoken to be heard loud and clear. 

Simon sighs, dropping his head into his hands to rub at his eyes, “We said we weren’t going to do this again, Wille.”

“No,” Wille says, his voice disarmingly soft like butter. “You said we weren’t going to do this again.”

“Exactly!” Simon replies, exasperated. 

“And yet, you just proceeded to eye fuck me for four hours straight.” 

“I did not!” 

“Yeah, you kinda did.” 

“Wille,” Simon groans, swallowing down the wayward giggle trying to claw its way up his throat. This is getting dangerously close to some cute banter and that is simply unacceptable. 

“Simon,” is all Wille says in response and god, how does Wille do that? How does he manage to take a single word, and his name no less, and make it the most fucking loaded statement Simon’s ever heard? 

“What?” Simon asks uneasily. 

“Come here.” 

“No.” Simon crosses his arms over his chest and bites his lip. 

Wille gives him a look. 

Simon tosses his arms out in frustration. They’ve had this conversation a million times. “Come on, Wille. We both know that—”

“—you want me?”

Maybe it’s the nonfunctioning, middle-of-the-night brain or just his body being a fucking traitor as per usual, but Simon isn’t quick enough to suppress a surprised laugh. Fuck!

Wille looks positively delighted. 

“Come over here.”

Simon shakes his head, pointedly ignoring the growing heat in his lower belly. Wille nods slowly, and how can a fucking nod be so goddamn smug?? 

Simon snaps. “Wilhelm, we absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, ever in a million years, ever have sex again.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because.” 

“Because why?” 

“Because I said so.” 

“Why do you say so?” 

“You know why.” 

“Remind me.”

“Oh my fucking god.” 

Wille smiles one of his wide toothy smiles, which unfortunately happens to be Simon’s kryptonite.

“I told you,” Simon says weakly, clinging to the doorknob to keep himself from crossing to the other side of the room where he would most certainly do something he’d regret.

Fine. If Wille is going to make him spell it out again, he’ll fucking spell it out again.

“I’m not fucking the king.” 

Wille shifts a bit in the bed, lifting an arm to rest behind his head, showing off a gloriously toned bicep and a bizarrely lickable armpit, completely unbothered as he gives a tiny shrug, “Hasn’t stopped you before.”

Dropping his head back against the door, Simon lets out a groan, aimed not only at Wille, but at himself too. Mostly at himself if he’s being honest. Because he can feel his resolve running very, very thin. 

Thin enough that there’s a solid chance he’s about to march across his room and slap the shit out of Wille. Or stick a tongue down his throat. Could be both. TBD.

“What do you want from me, Wille?”

The impulsive and frustrated question is rhetorical and Simon really wishes he would’ve used his useless brain before he’d asked it out loud. Because he knows Wille is going to answer it, and Wille might be quick to banter or tease and he’ll definitely use every trick in the book to get Simon into bed, but he’s never shy or insincere when it comes to stating what he wants. 

Wille pulls back a corner of the duvet, revealing several more inches of tempting, pale torso, then without a shred of hesitation or uncertainty, he says, “I want you in this bed with me.”

The room stands still, but every drop of blood in Simon's body pulses in reply.

“Preferably naked.”

God, Simon is so completely and utterly fucked.

And he’s about to be completely and utterly fucked. 

By the king. 

Again. 

With a resigned huff, Simon tugs off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans. “Fine, but this is the last time.”

Wille just smiles and scoots over, leaving a perfectly Simon-sized, warm-looking space open next to him. Simon can’t quite bite back his own fond smile, rolling his eyes before he crosses the room in two long strides to capture Wille’s lips in a fierce kiss. 

Last time, yeah right. 

[beholdingslut]

in absolute tears about the pride module at my work

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

[bigfoots-biggest-fan]

HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY

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Tempted to actually put this on spotify so I can secretly stream it at work...

Tagging @batshit-auspol because as an Australian you're the only big account I know who might share (sorry).

[punkrorschach]

happy first day of pride everyone

[pagegirlintraining]

Skating The Line - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 is out now on AO3 :)

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Happy birthday Wille!! 💜💜

May your day be full of nose nudges, cuddles, favorite treats and happy smiles. ❤️

[sobadbad]

[gulliblelemon]

Chapter 9 - the penultimate chapter!

“I— Wait. You knew?”

“No.” Felice’s voice is too calm and it’s making Simon want to scream. One of the things he’s always valued about Felice’s friendship is how chilled out they always are together – neither ever riling the other up. Well… he’s certainly riled up now. “I didn’t know,” she clarifies. “After you stormed out—”

“Walked out.”

“—the other day.” She talks over him as if he didn’t interrupt. “Wille waited until I was awake and told me what had happened.”

“He shouldn’t have bothered you with it,” Simon grumbles. “You were—”

“I have a fractured foot, not a broken brain,” she snaps. “Stop treating me like a child.”

“I’m not!” Simon bristles. “It’s just between me and him. He should have—”

“Well stop having pivotal life moments in my fucking apartment then!”

Read chapter 9 on AO3. Or start from the beginning.

[sobadbad]

Wille 💜

[oui-oui-holly]

Friday Snippet 🥰

Feeling a little off today, so fuck it - here's a snippet of the fic I'm trying really hard to finish today. Wish me luck lol

The second very, very unfortunate incident occurs on a rainy afternoon when the door to their apartment bursts open and a drowned rat who kind of resembles his roommate appears looking like he’s been hit by a tsunami.  After a moment of squelchy silence, a dripping wet Wilhelm announces, deadpan, “It’s raining.”  Simon bursts out laughing. “You don’t say.”  Wilhelm pushes his sopping wet hair out of his eyes, lips quirking up slightly at the corners. Cute.  Wait. No. Not cute like cute cute. Just an amusing reaction to being drenched by the rain. That’s all.  The ghost of a grin transforms into a grimace as Wilhelm pulls at the collar of his wet t-shirt. “Urgh, I have to change.” And then without any goddamn warning, Wilhelm peels the shirt off his body, exposing a long, wiry torso. 

[yyyyddmmsupremacy-deactivated20]

one person's "ugghh this trope is so overdone" is another person's "oooooohohohohohohohoho"