#yr fic

[earlgrey-lateatnight]

Before Valborg

It didn’t make sense. He wanted this. They’d planned it all out, passed notes about it in class, whispered about it every time they were alone together. Wille had even gone to Nils for lube and condoms and unsolicited advice. They’d spent their whole fucking Saturday in Wille’s bed, kissing and touching and getting each other ready. He’d loved that part, having Wille’s fingers inside him for the first time, stretching him and teasing him and… And now it hadn’t fucking worked??

Happy Wilmon Day! Have some mildly angsty and not so great first time sex :) Thank you @youngroyals-events for organising.

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[malinowaj]

heart of the sun

When Simon was thirteen, he found out their sun was dying. He only understood what that meant a lot later and by the time it happened, it was almost too late. When the first mission to save the sun and Simon’s planet fails, he finds himself on board a spaceship with a crew he has nothing in common with. And as if that wasn’t enough, the fate of the first mission haunts one of the crew members more than he’s maybe willing to admit. As the journey takes them closer to the sun, Simon is eventually faced with something that could derail all the carefully made plans to save his planet…

slow burn strangers to lovers on board a spaceship aka the space AU is finally here. read chapter one here on AO3.

banner photo: hubble / european space agency and nasa

[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.”

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[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. ♦

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Happy season three anniversary! Have a little post-finale ficlet. Thank you @books-books-smolderinglooks for organising the Young Royals Epilogue event!

they said it could never be real

(2,272 words, rated T)

It's the morning after the finale, at the Ehrencrona family's lake house. Wille makes Simon breakfast.

Part one of a series where Wille makes breakfast for Simon (and one time he doesn't).