#wilmonday2025

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Happy Wilmon Day! 💜

[the-words-we-sung]

Who watches the other sleep?

For Wilmon day 2025 organized by @youngroyals-events

[earlgrey-lateatnight]

I'd love so see your take on 38 and/or 39 💜

Happy Wilmon Day! Thank you @skibasyndrome @andthatisnotfake @almostlake & @filmspring for sending prompts from this list 💜☺️ (I think I managed to squeeze them all in!) & thank you to @youngroyals-events for organising x

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“Mmmm, I love this,” Simon pulled Wille’s arm more snugly around his waist, wiggling his butt a little as they both got comfortable, “I could sleep like this all night.”

Wille huffed out a quiet laugh. His breath tickled the back of Simon’s neck, quickly chased by a soft, lingering kiss, “No, you start out as a little spoon. But once you fall asleep you become an entire starfish who hogs the covers.”

Simon could feel him smiling into his curls, “Well at least I don’t snore,” he giggled, “unlike some people.”

Wille pulled away, mouth open, eyes wide in mock offense, “I do not!”

“You do!” Simon rolled onto his side to face him, “With your little pixie nose!” He imitated loud snoring noises, eventually cracking up and shaking with silent laughter, his face buried in the pillow.

“Do I really sound like that?” Wille mumbled. He wasn’t making eye contact any more, staring down at the bunched up duvet between them.

The look on his face brought a halt to Simon’s giggles. He reached up to stroke Wille’s cheek, finding it warm and flushed, “Hey.”

“I’m sorry if I do,” Wille said in a rush, “I didn’t realise.”

“Wille, come on,” Simon reached for his hand, “I was just making a joke.”

“Yeah?” Wille’s eyes found his again. He rubbed the back of Simon’s hand with his thumb.

“Yeah,” Simon smiled, back to gently teasing now he knew Wille was OK, “It’s more of a snuffly noise.”

“Seriously?!”

“It’s cute!” Simon brushed the tip of Wille’s nose with his finger, “To be honest I kinda missed it, when you went home over the summer.”

Wille leaned down to kiss him, “I missed you too,” another kiss, “so much.”

They were spending the last weekend before term started in Bjärstad together. A conciliatory gesture from Wille’s mother, and definitely a ploy to stop him kicking off after being sent abroad for over a month. Simon wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. So far they had only ventured out of bed for snacks.

“I found it really hard to sleep at first,” he admitted. He played with Wille’s hair, sweeping it back from his face and through his fingers, “missed the warmth of you. Missed feeling your body next to mine. Missed cuddling you. Missed everything.”

Wille nodded. He deepened their next kiss, pushing the duvet out of the way so he could roll on top, settling between Simon’s legs. A soft moan left Simon’s lips. He lifted his knees higher, clinging to Wille’s back as he wrapped his calves around his waist.

“What do you like the most about me, physically?” Wille asked later, when they were naked and spent and sweaty again, and their legs were all tangled together.

Simon raised his eyebrows, a small smirk pulling up the corner of his mouth as he very pointedly looked down.

“Besides that,” Wille jostled him. His cheeks flushed pink as he tried to hide a smile.

“Hmm,” Simon studied him for a moment, “your eyes, I think. Or how tall you are. Or your shoulders.”

“My shoulders?”

“Yeah, you’re really,” Simon stopped when he saw Wille’s grin, blushing himself, now, “shut up!”

“I didn’t say anything!”

Simon huffed, “OK then. What do you like most about me?”

“Am I allowed to say everything?”

Simon rolled his eyes.

“I mean it, Simon. Literally every part of you is gorgeous. I can’t pick just one thing.”

Simon huffed again, but he leaned in to kiss Wille all the same, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away, “What do you like most about my personality, then? That’s less superficial.”

“Your morals. You do the right thing, and you’re not afraid to speak out about the things that are important to you.”

Simon was a little stunned by how quickly he’d answered. He looked away, smoothing out a crease in the blanket.

“What about me?” Wille asked quietly.

“That’s easy,” Simon smiled, “your bravery.”

“I’m not brave.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re incredibly brave.”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t get to disagree!” Simon gave him a gentle poke in his side.

“Ahh!” Wille dodged the next poke by a millimeter, “OK! If you say so.”

“I do,” Simon leaned over. He picked his phone up off the bedside table, tapping the screen a few times to illuminate it, “shit, it’s 2am.”

“Wow. We’ve been talking all night.”

“Yeah… Talking.”

Wille nuzzled his face, pressing another smiley kiss into the side of his neck, “We can talk some more, if you want to.”

“Mmm… We should probably get some sleep,” Simon sighed, “you always wake up super early anyway.”

“Can I confess something?” Wille asked, giving Simon’s cheek another nuzzle.

“Hmm?”

“I like waking up before you do. I like holding you, when everything else is quiet and still and it’s just the two of us. I love how peaceful you look.”

“Wille,” Simon snuggled into him. He traced a little path down the curves of Wille’s arm.

“That first morning, after we, you know,” Wille’s hand found his waist, “I watched you sleep for so long. I couldn’t believe you were really there with me. That we had… You were so beautiful. I couldn’t stop myself from touching you.”

Simon hummed, smiling at the memory of Wille’s fingertips dancing all over his skin.

“Yeah,” Wille sighed, “and then you woke up. And you told me that my breath smelled.”

Simon scrunched up his face. He groaned as he hid himself, lightly head butting Wille in the chest, “Sorry.”

“No, you were right.”

“It wasn’t that bad. I still made out with you.”

“Thanks,” Wille laughed. He gathered Simon into more of a hug, running his hand up and down his back.

“It’s gonna be so weird,” Simon mumbled, “starting over at a new school again. Not seeing you every day.”

Wille nodded.

“I can’t believe they’re reopening Hillerska.”

“Oh I can,” Wille propped his head up on his hand, not really managing to keep the anger out of his voice, “but at least we’re not going back. Neither of us has to deal with it.”

“Stockholm is so far away, though,” Simon pouted, “I need you here.”

“I’m here now,” Wille kissed him, “and I’ll be here next weekend, too.”

“Yeah,” Simon kissed him back, “We’ll have to make our weekends count.”

“Mmm,” Wille rolled them over, making Simon squeal in surprise as he landed on top, “I can think of a few things.”

[bubblesandroses8]

"Breathe, Breathe, Breathe Darling, It's All You Can Do."

When Wille is confronted by an image of the past, his future is there to help him cope.

A small fic for Wilmon Day 2025. It fits multiple prompts, mainly 1,3,4,5,6 and 8! I hope you enjoy this little future fic! Happy Wilmon Day! 💜 @youngroyals-events

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“20 of the most infamous scandals of Royals around the Globe”

Wille doesn’t know what possessed him, gossip headlines from a trash website was typically something he would simply ignore, but before he could think his thumb pressed the link…and he was scrolling…and there it was.

“Number 8: Ex-Crown Prince of Sweden and the Saucy Sex Tape Scandal!”  with a grainy picture accompanying the headline. Wille recognized his teenage form, lips attached to Simon’s chest, auburn hair fanned across his golden skin, Simon’s mouth agape and eyes closed from lust.

Wille can start to see the edges of his vision go grey. He cautiously sets his mug full of hot coffee on the kitchen table, the bile that starts to rise in his throat putting him off his morning ritual. His breath starts to quicken, only able to take in shallow breaths as he tries to keep his composure. Wille scrubs his hands through his wild bedhead, trying to shake the feeling like he is floating, desperately trying to keep grounded. He wants to run…his eyes dart around the room, looking for the quickest exit.

“Daddy! Look!” Wille is pulled back to the surface by the voice. His vision starts to clear as he uses all his power to focus his attention on the scene in front of him- across the living room, his son is holding up his latest artistic creation, “Daddy! Look at my drawing!”

For a moment, Wille snaps back to reality, and focuses his attention on his son holding up his scribbles proudly, “Look!” he repeats, waving it around.

Wille smiles, “It’s beautiful darling! You did a wonderful job!” doing his best to alter his shaky tone.

“Look at mine Daddy!” His daughter raises her own masterpiece higher in the air, above her brother’s head.

“Yours is gorgeous too sweetheart! How did I get so lucky to have two such talented children?” Wille playfully questions before quickly having to vacate his place at the kitchen table, steadying himself as his legs feel like jelly underneath him, moving through the living room to break up the fight that is beginning to brew between the twins. 

“Okay, no fighting you two, let's go back to coloring,” Wille directs his kids as he makes space for himself on the floor between Matteo and Freja, leaning back against the front of the couch. 

“Why don’t you show me how you draw Leif?” directing his kids to show him their juvenile interpretations of the shaggy dog asleep in the corner of the room by the heater. 

As the twins start to work, Wilhelm starts to pick at the collar of his worn-in jumper, stained from years of wear and baby food, eventually traveling down to his chest, rubbing at his sternum. 

“Why are you doing that Daddy?” his daughter’s melodic and curious tone catching Wille off guard. 

“Doing what darling?”

“That-” she reiterates- pointing at Wille’s chest as he absentmindedly performed the ritual. It had been years since Wille had a full-blown panic attack, thanks to many years of therapy and a quiet life away from the pressures and expectations of the Royal house, that his children had never seen the various coping mechanisms. “Um…” Wille stutters, not sure how to broach the subject with a six-year-old, “I feel a little funny…and doing this makes me feel better…”

“Oh-” Freja accepts the explanation without much thought-until she carefully lays down her crayons on the coffee table, shifting her position until she is leaning on Wille’s shoulder, putting her miniature hand on top of Wille’s as it travels back and forth across his chest.

“Do you feel better Daddy?”

“I am starting to feel much better, thank you.”

“Can I help you Daddy?” Matteo asks after assessing the scene. 

Wille grabs Matteo’s hand and places it on top of his sister’s, running the pile back and forth.

“You are the best helpers, I feel so much better now,” Wille says after a moment, grabbing both of his children’s hands, kissing their palms, the trio’s attention diverted when they hear the tinkling of keys coming through the door. 

“Hola, mis amores” Simon calls out, just as he does every evening, Matteo and Freja scrambling from their seats to be the first to greet him. Simon swiftly drops his work bag, trying to catch his twins in his arms as they barrel over the back of the couch, getting the wind knocked out of him in the process.

“Oufff” Simon huffs, squeezing his kids tight, giving them each a kiss to their hair before setting them carefully back on the ground, “you two are getting too big! Can you stop growing already?” Simon is answered by a chorus of ‘NO’ from the twins as they are quickly bored by their Papa’s presence and run to play with a sleepy and disgruntled Leif. 

Wille, still planted in his spot on the living room floor, keeps his breathing slow and measured, finally starting to feel the utter dread subside. Simon chuckles at his kids when he spots the back of Wille’s head, his fingers running over his scalp. Simon perches on the back of the couch, leaning over to tuck a rouge strand of hair behind Wille’s ear, the best he can from his position, “Hey you-”

Wille turns to catch Simon’s eye, and almost immediately, Simon’s brows furrow, his mouth turns down. “Are you okay?” he whispers.

Immediately sensing the shift in his husband’s demeanor, Wille manages a slight smile, “Yeah, I am okay.”

“Are you sure…Wille…”

Wille grabs ahold of Simon’s hand, now resting on his shoulder, and gives it a tight squeeze, “I promise, I will tell you about it later.”

“I love you,” Simons says.

“I love you,” Wille returns.

Simon takes Wille’s chin, tipping his face to match his own as he awkwardly leans over, giving Wille a tender kiss.

[saynomorefic]

How about 40 and 41? Separate or combined, whatever you feel like 🔥

Simoon thank you ❤️❤️ I'm going to separate them (except I do think this also counts for 41, what do they do to turn each other on)

40. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

"Why do you do that?" Wille asked. Simon was pulling his shirt on, his hair ruffled, after leaving Wille's arms.

"Do what?' Simon asked.

"Kiss me on the forehead," Wille said. Simon looked perplexed.

"Do you not like it?" Simon asked. He could tell Simon's mind was already elsewhere, busy with all the things he needed to do and remember that day. Wille wanted him for just a little longer.

"No, I do, it's just that's your 'I'm getting out of bed and leaving you' or 'I'm sorry you're feeling sad' kiss."

"Oh really? Are you keeping track of all my kisses now?" Simon asked, smirking.

"Well." Wille shrugged. Simon glanced down Wille's chest, amusement and softness in his eyes. He took a step closer.

"Maybe... I don't normally get to kiss you there, when we're outside. Because I can't reach." Wille hummed. "I dunno. It just feels right." He carded his hands through Wille's hair ever so gently, and Wille grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together.

"it's nice," he breathed. "Protective. Like you're going to keep me safe."

"I want to," Simon sighed. "I try to."

"You do," Wille replied, and pulled Simon's hand to the back of his mouth, brushing two light kisses over the back of his hand and his knuckles. Simon's eyes hitched up into creases and he chuckled.

"What?" Wille asked, suddenly a bit self conscious. Maybe the vulnerability was getting to him.

"You say my favorite is forehead kisses, but I think this is your version." Simon lifts their intertwined hands, then tilts his head.

"Really?" Wille asked.

"Yeah," Simon smiled. "It's sweet. Princely." Wille groaned, rolling on his back.

"it's fine, Wille," Simon laughed, tugging on his hand. "I like it. It makes me feel nice."

"Really?" Wille asked, confident Simon was done teasing for now. "Like what?"

"Like--" Simon looked at him sort of intensely, pulling his lower lip into his mouth. "Like you're saying thank you. Like you worship me, maybe." Wille blinked, not expecting that answer, and squeezed Simon's hand. He kissed the back, gently, then slowly started kissing up Simon's wrist, then forearm, fighting to keep going as Simon began to giggle and writhe away.

"You like feeling worshipped?" Wille asked into Simon's skin. Simon finally got away, cheeks red, eyes blissfully happy.

"I have to go, Wille," Simon insisted. "You can make an encyclopedia of all our kisses and what they mean, but I have morning rehearsal and I can't be late again." Wille rolled his eyes but moved quickly, trying to catch Simon before he walked out the door. He pulled Simon in and he went easily, Wille's hand going to Simon's neck, Simon letting it. They kissed briefly, Simons head tilting back into it, and it sent a jolt down Wille's spine.

"This one is my favorite," Wille muttered into Simon's lips.

This one was so fun! Where do you think Simon and Wille's favorite place to GET kissed is? 😉

Ty @youngroyals-events for hosting ❤️❤️

[simonsapelsin]

For the prompts! Because I like when you write fluff: Simon's curls curling like never before (think Omar's curls in the live wearing the eurotrash shirt) and Wille being distracted to the point it's concerning.

for reference... in case you haven't seen the source material

this isn't one of the prompts from the @youngroyals-events prompt list, but in order to follow the rules let's say it's #2 (what are they doing right now/today)

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It wasn't until Wilhelm was putting on his shoes that he noticed them. He stopped in his tracks, one shoe still untied, and stared, mesmerized.

Whoaaaaa....Soooo shiny! So round and soft! And bouncy–

“...Wille?”

Wilhelm’s gaze snapped back to Simon’s eyes. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Simon huffed. “I said what do you wanna get to eat? Burgers? Pizza? I'm so hungry I can't decide.”

“I don’t know, I…” Wilhelm’s eyes were already locked back onto his boyfriend’s forehead. He really couldn’t help it.

Like perfect little corkscrews. What's the word…ringlets? Need to touch them, twirl them, wrap them around my fingers–

“Willeeeee!” Simon whined, stomping his foot in frustration, which made his curls jiggle. He stood in the doorway to their apartment, pouting. Ready to leave for dinner. Beyond ready. “Focus!”

Wilhelm shook his head. “Right. Food. Uhh…”

If I pulled on one, just a little tug, would it spring back up and make a *boing* sound?

“Oh my god." Simon started to unzip his coat. "You’re the one who wanted to go out! I’ll just heat up leftovers if you’ve changed your mind–”

Oh no, Simon was hangry. Was that his stomach growling? This was not good; Wilhelm buried his face in his hands.

“I’m so sorry, baby, it’s just–” He gesticulated wildly at Simon’s head. “Your curls! They're freaking insane! Like, are you seeing this? What did you do?”

“Uh, nothing? It's just…my hair.” Simon pulled his beanie out of his coat pocket and shoved it over his head. “Is that better?”

Wilhelm took a deep breath and nodded. His mind was now clear.

“Yes. Sorry. Let's go."

He tied his left shoe and followed Simon out the door. "How about that little ramen place? I’m suddenly craving noodles for some reason. Weird.”

[youngroyals-events]

Wilmon Day 2025

In season 3, we were gifted with a very beautiful, poetic, romantic and steamy Wilmon scene during Valborg. So, we've decided Valborg is now Wilmon Day and to celebrate we're talking about all things Wilmon!

For such, you can choose one of these prompts and create any fanwork you want: fanfiction, fanart, gifs, videos, analysis... Even "just" answering the question will do. The goal is to get the whole fandom talking about Wilmon (not that we need a lot of incentive!). Anything goes, as long as it's original (and not AI generated).

To participate, simply post your fanwork/reply on April 30th with the tag #WilmonDay2025. And don't forget to @ us at the body of the post so that we'll see it and reblog it.

Three hurras for Wilmon and let's get creating!

[skibasyndrome]

Hej :) I’d love to read something from you about 14 & 18 from the Wilmon Day prompts list 💜 No pressure though, of course. Also I’ve seen your ask and it has been noted :) Thank you

Hey there sleepy smile (I see you've brought your bedroom eyes)

“Can I sit?” When Wille nods and shoots him a gentle smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, Simon wiggles his way onto Wille’s lap, lodges himself between Wille’s chest and the edge of their kitchen table. He takes it as a good sign when Wille wraps his arms around his middle to stabilize him and nuzzles his nose into the spot behind Simon’s ear. Or: A sleepy Simon comes to drag an overthinking Wille to bed. "Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?" & "In which position do they usually sleep?"

(rated T, 2.7 k)

Read on AO3

Thank you so much for the prompts, Helen! I hope I did them justice and I hope you enjoy :) Happy wilmon day, people!!! And thank you to @youngroyals-events for organizing the event! 💜💜💜