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[malinowaj]

young royals fic recs 💜

somehow, the first half of the year is done. because we can never have too many rec lists, i figured i'd rec some fics i've read during these past six months and enjoyed. complete works, in alphabetical order. (took the liberty to edit some the summaries a little to keep this post at a reasonable length.)

acrobat by @gulliblelemon - Almost eight years post-canon, and after disappearing without a trace three years earlier, Wille turns up on Simon's doorstep. Can Simon cope with having Wille back? Can he ever forgive him for leaving? Can Wille explain his whereabouts and make amends? Not without a lot of heartache.

another run of us by @spennufall - As soon as Wilhelm leaves the apartment, Simon bolts to the closet. He finds what he's looking for easily: Wilhelm didn't exactly hide it well. The folder is heavy on his lap, filled to the brim with letters on letters on letters. All from one single person: himself.

artistic liberties by museraphoria - Simon's life as a tour guide for the Museum of Fine Art is quite repetitive. So when this art student named Wilhelm keeps coming back despite not having left Simon with the best first impression, and ends up staring at him for far longer than any of the artworks.

bonito by @crw13 - Four times Wille and Simon see each other and don’t talk, one time they do, and one time maybe (just maybe) they let their bodies talk (all night long).

home by @sixbynine-da - Erik is eight when he meets Simon and life is pretty perfect. He has a family that loves him and the best best friend in the world. He's fourteen when everything changes.

it just ain't proper by @oneofthosebells - Wille isn't looking for a relationship. Actively avoiding it, in fact. He's got one year left at university before he has to put on the straitjacket that is the rest of his life, and he intends to spend it having as much fun as he possibly can. And then he meets Simon.

makalös by minwille - Simon and Wilhelm work together at a fashion magazine and want to ruin each other – in very different ways.

running with wolves by @enjoythesilentworld - Wilhelm and Simon are on two sides of a war on drugs and corruption and greed. And yet, they just can’t seem to stay away from each other.

[earlgrey-lateatnight]

Under the Stars

Wille rolled his shirt sleeves back to his elbows and pushed his sunglasses onto his head. He smiled as he took in the view; tall, dense forest behind them, the calm, barely rippling surface of the ocean in front, and the cabin where they would be spending the next few days. 

“Fuck,” Simon joined him on the other side of the car, “this is really nice, Wille.”

Wille beamed at him, “See.”

Simon rolled his eyes, “Yes, it was worth the extra five hundred.”

“Right? I think we have our own pier,” he craned his neck to see better. 

“For all those boats we brought?” 

Wille gave him a particularly wet, smiley kiss on the cheek in retaliation, “Come on. I’ll get the bags.”

Read more here :)

For anon x

[iwouldnevergetintofanfic]

In case someone needs a pick-me-up on this Wednesday, I wrote us a thing.

You saw the biathlon guy who cried on TV over not winning gold cheating on the 'love of his life'?

I put him into a Wilmon fic.

Consolation Prize

In complete bewilderment, Wille watched the athlete break down and cry as he told millions of viewers worldwide that this medal didn’t mean anything to him since six months ago he had met ‘the love of his life’ and then proceeded to make ‘the biggest mistake of his life’ by cheating three months later. “Jesus, what a dick!” he said, out loud. Only now did he notice that the cute bartender was standing right across from him, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking up at the screen. Or he had been. Wille’s words had prompted him to turn to him. His expression was hard to read, but Wille stood by what he said. “Right?” he added. The other man’s lips twitched. “Yeah.”

Read on ao3 (T, 4.3k)

[simons-purplehoodie]

Happy 5 years of young royals! 🥹 I can’t believe it’s already been five years or that I’ve been writing about these two idiots falling in love for that long 😭. To celebrate, chapter 6 is posted!

Simon tries to convince himself that his growing attachment to Wilhelm is manageable, even as a single hit in a losing game leaves him more hopeful than he wants to admit. Between late-night phone calls, borrowed books and quiet words, their careful professionalism starts to look very fragile

Read it on ao3!

[zarogz]

“I can’t believe you wrote a song for me.”

Wilhelm mumbles into Simon’s hair, voice free of the judgement or teasing tone Simon expects.

Their laying tangled into each other on top of his bed, rays of the blazing summer sun escaping trough his blinds. It’s way too hot to be this close to each other, Simon can feel his shirt sticking to the skin on his back, can feel the dampness of sweat between their entangled hands on top of Wille’s chest. 

Simon groans a little in embarrassment as he pushes closer, wriggles his leg more between Wille’s in an attempt to crawl into his boyfriends skin. A strong arm moves from the nape of his neck and curls around his waist, pulls him the slightest bit closer so that he’s laying halfway on top of Wille. 

Wille lifts their joined hands from his chest and presses a light kiss to Simon’s knuckles, lets it linger just long enough for him to feel Wille’s warm breath flow over his own hand. 

The top of his fingers find their way between Simon’s shirt and pants, caress his skin there in slow, smooth strokes. 

“I really liked it.” 

Simon can feel the rumble of Wille’s voice from where his nose is touching Wille’s neck. And though he says it so quietly that Simon almost misses it, the earnestly that seeps through it is so undeniably Wilhem. 

He does that, sometimes. Makes Simon’s reserve crumble with the simplest comments, spoken casually like its just another fact, like saying the sky is blue or that the grass is green. Like he has no idea that it makes Simon debate between climbing him like a tree or making his brain short-circuit. It’s unfair, that one boy can make him forget how to function and make him smile like it’s the easiest thing in the world with just a handful of words.

Simon moves his head back a tad, meets Wille’s eyes from where he was already watching Simon, observing as always. 

“You didn’t think it was…” Simon sweeps a loose strand of hair behind Wille’s ear, his expression patient, waiting for Simon to find the right words, “I don’t know, a little silly?”

Wille’s brows twitch, he moves his own hand to Simon’s cheek. Caresses his thumb over the light blush that’s forming there. 

“No, no never Simon.” He says, so honest, so serious. “you- you have no idea how-“

Wille cradles the back of Simon’s head, fingers raking through damp curls, pulling him in, cuddling him closer into the space between his neck and jaw. 

“I loved it, really.”

Simon muffles his slightly embarrassing giggle into Wille’s collarbone. Clutches tighter around him, the soft cotton of his shirt bunching up between his fingers. He lets out a small hum, “Really?”

Wille’s chuckle thrums trough his entire body, makes Simon’s head bop up and down. 

“Really.”

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Quick drabble & drawing because my current animations and writing want to make me blend my brain. :D

[alltoowille]

the pain must feel like snow

Wilhelm hated that he was being so obvious about his discomfort, so dramatic. He didn't want to make all of this Simon's problem again. He just wanted to be a blank canvas for Simon to fill with his beautiful design, wanted to be still and quiet and useful.

chapter 1: Breathing in only doubt

Sanguine Labyrinth part 5

wc: 4k

[stretchoutfics]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I wrote a little something for @youngroyals-events Kinktober, but tbh it's not kinky at all, just smutty!

Simon has ended up sharing his student accommodation with Prince Wilhelm of Sweden, aka The World's Most Annoying Roommate™. It's even worse when he accidentally discovers one of Wille's more, ahem, unsavoury habits and it starts putting all sorts of unwelcome ideas in his head. Or maybe not that unwelcome...

Thank you to @gulliblelemon for beta reading, although she did want me to keep the original doc title, which was Untitled wanking fic.

[enjoythesilentworld]

Chapter 13: Wake Up Call

In the early hours of Tuesday morning that same week, Kristina Ulfsson got up, got out of bed, and  walked out into the cold October night. 

♦ read. ♦