#wilhelm yr

[fairylwt]

the relief and absolute joy on their faces when they realise that they’re finally free

[wilhelmsbee]

happy 5 years to yr!!! I was then shot 57 times.

[theaviatorthatcouldnotfly]

PRINCE WILHELM | FIRST & LAST LOOK | 1.01 - 3.06

[thehyacinthsgirl]

first kiss

last kiss

crying screaming throwing up 💜

[martipuh]

Breaking the fourth wall and smiling at last😭

I’m so proud of my baby girl

[itsbrych]

happy +1 year of wilmon endgame!! 🥳

[sixbynine-da]

I like the scene towards the end of s1e3, when Wille tells Simon they can't netflix and chill at hillerska but can they go to bjarstad instead, for two very different reasons.

The first is that Wille dismisses a call on his phone in order to give Simon his full attention.

A call that was almost certainly his mum calling to tell him about Erik.

I don't really know what to do with this tbh. It feels like there is meaning there. At the very least it's just...horribly sad in hindsight that he *almost* got to deal with the news privately and with Simon by his side.

The second is that Simon seems low-key aware this a 'come to my room and make out' kinda date and is a bit incredulous about Wille's suggestion to go to his.

'what with my mum?'

The implication being that they won't have any privacy and won't be able to get up anything so like. What's the point.

And all Wille has to say is yeah, I just wanna hang with you. Even if your mum is there and we can't do anything. I just want to spend time with you.

And Simon melts a little.

[starvalisedham]

inspired by this poll by @young-royals-confessions

Simon woke up with a jolt and, as he laid there in the darkness, he catalogued his current, recently awoken, state: rapid heartbeat, erratic breathing, his skin tight with gooseflesh and soaked with sweat.

"Simon?" Wilhelm asked with a sleepy grumble. "What's wrong?"

"I..." Simon cleared his throat. It was sore from, presumably, screaming in his sleep. "I just had the weirdest dream...?"

Wilhelm hummed, listening, though Simon did note that his boyfriend of near a decade did not bother shifting from his comfortable position of rest.

"It was when we had our first kiss," continued Simon. "Only Boris was there, too? With a couple of cats and I swear maybe three dogs? Four? There were so many animals..." Simon huffed out a laugh. "J-O was there."

"He hates it when you call him that."

Simon kicked Wilhelm lightly under the covers. "He fell into a hole and it's not like we're ever going to see him again."

"Just say he retired five years ago..."

"What he won't know won't hurt him," Simon insisted.

Wilhelm grunted and nudged Simon back. "Tell me more about these cats."

"And the five dogs."

"No," said Wilhelm, and this time he turned his entire body to sprawl himself across Simon's back--as a sort of big spoon to Simon's now trapped little spoon. "I want to hear about cats."

Simon laughed. "So the dogs were pomeranians..."

Wilhelm retaliated by lovingly invading Simon's personal space even more. "Cats, Simon. Our first kiss was invaded by cats?"

His not long but not short either hair tickled Simon's sensitive neck; he could almost picture their tangled form from a bird's eye perspective, with Wilhelm's sunkissed blond hair mixing shamelessly next to his dark curls.

"And Boris and J-O," Simon added. "But that's not the weird part!"

"Oh?"

"You got a call and you picked up, which," Simon verbally shrugged, "first of all: rude. But it was August on the phone and he told you he was abdicating."

"A strange way to celebrate his coronation jubilee, but okay."

"He also said that your mamma was making a cake to celebrate."

"As if my mamma knows how to turn an oven on."

Simon laughed. "And then you hung up and went back to kissing me, except this time you had a cat's face!"

"Bet I licked you all over."

"Wille!"

"If I was suddenly a cat," Wilhelm said, nonchalant given the conversation, "I'd totally lick you. Your hands. Your hair. I'd.... hmm, what do you call it when cats make each other pretty?"

Simon sighed, but cuddled closer into Wilhelm's embrace. "Just go back to sleep, Wille."

Wilhelm hummed a soft "I love you," already falling back asleep.

"Love you, too," said Simon. "My ridiculous octopus cat, you."