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Hold My Heart

An excerpt from my little fic for @books-books-smolderinglooks' YR epilogue challenge to mark two years since season 3.

Last night and throughout the day’s events Kristina had sensed Simon’s unease at being at Drottningholm, present for these rituals of grief yet not fully partaking in them. But she also perceived his stubborn pride.

Wilhelm and Simon didn’t spend much time together here, and the rare times they did, once family dinner was over and dessert had been cleared they tended to retreat to Wihelm’s bedroom.

So Kristina was caught off-guard when she stepped into their shared living space to discover the light of the television flickering through the dim room. For a moment she thought someone had accidentally left it on.

But as her eyes adjusted, she could make out Simon sunk back against the sofa cushions. Immediately after, she noted the slender outline of Wilhelm curled up under a blanket, head resting on Simon’s lap.

It took another moment for Kristina to truly register what she was seeing on the screen: Erik and Wilhelm. They must have been around eleven and seven, steering a canoe together at Solliden.

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Sunday snippet

Not Olympics but winter sports related. From a one-shot (or maybe two-chapter) WIP with the placeholder (highly optimistic) title "Winter Will Be Over Soon" on the doc.

Wilhelm adjusted the focus on the binoculars, peering far out through the dense conifers, draped in snow. The sky was an empty expanse that seemed an extension of the rolling white meadow, before it dipped down into the dark thicket of trees, and beyond that, he knew, the frozen pond. It could have been ten in the morning or four in the afternoon. By now he knew a sky this full and absent meant snow, probably soon. There was still no sign of Sikká.

He tucked the binoculars inside the neck of his jacket so they wouldn’t thump against his chest and adjusted his mitten before pushing off. The trails weren’t very cleanly groomed this deep into the forest, but there was a small contingent of avid skiers in the small town and scattered across this thinly inhabited area, and everyone did their part.

Wilhelm squinted. It was hard to make out much at this time of deep dusk, and in these conditions. The sky was still clotted with snow, hiding the stars and even the waxing moon.

There was indeed a dark form moving in his direction, and while it was too tall to be a wolverine, it wasn’t large enough to be a brown bear, and was lumbering too slowly to be a dog escaped from home, and moving too erratically to be anything else that came to mind.

The snow was falling more steadily now. Swirling vertiginously, prickling his face with sleet with a force that had become painful.

“Hello?” he finally called. His voice sounded rough from disuse and too loud amid the quiet of the wood, the whirring of the pine needles and clinking of ice on the branches.

“Jesus fuck!” came back the startled reply, and then the form toppled over into the snow.

Wilhelm reached to flick on his headlamp, fumbling as his mittens caught on the folded brim of his knit hat before he managed it. In the wan beam he could now make out the unmistakable shape of a snowshoe flailing in the air.

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Hello! Could you share something about "Wille WWOOF"? I need to know what that stands for.

Thanks @simonsapelsin! WWOOF stands for World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms (sorry if you were hoping for something less wholesome 😆).

I have two sets of notes for this:

Version 1: The Erikssons have a little organic farm, Micke is still involved in the family to some degree although he is erratic and it's complicated (and causes issues). Wille ends up volunteering with them so stays with them. It's modern times but the farm is rustic so they're like chopping kindling and feeding a wood stove for heat and to cook on, taking care of animals, no electricity except some solar power. There's a slight age difference, with Simon late teens and Wille early 20s.

Version 2: Wille has been volunteering on an organic farm for awhile when Simon comes on as the new volunteer. They become platonic coworkers. (Just kidding.)

I had this niggling desire to write a historical Wilmon fic but wasn't settling on a period/framework that felt right, so this seemed like a way to combine a modern context with a more isolated, rustic, less internet/cell phone-centric setting.

For fun here's a photo of the little farm in Germany than inspired this idea:

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hi! i’d love to know more about the performance art wip, if no one’s asked about it yet.

Thanks for asking @malinowaj! I had been toying with writing Wilmon in an art world setting, like a curator and an artist; and I have this au fantasy where Simon is a ceramicist (um have you seen Omar's hands? 👀).

But then I was thinking about Wilhelm's intense STARES and sort of goofily jotted down this idea that would basically be a re-staging of a durational performance piece Marina Abramovic did in New York 15+ years ago, where she sat at a table in the MoMA atrium all day every day while the museum was open and any visitor who wanted to could come sit across from her in silence for any period of time.

So: Simon as a creative type/artist, doing a performance like this.

Maybe as part of making some kind of political statement about contemporary Swedish society, or to protest the monarchy?

One day this cute guy with auburn eyes and hair that falls in his face comes and sits across from him and just looks and looks.

And then keeps coming back.

Day after day.

Haven't decided if Wille would still be CP or ex-CP.... But I'm headed to MoMA tomorrow so maybe I'll get inspired. 😂

Maybe the most odd meet-cute I've thought up yet!

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I'm curious about video statement canon divergence 👀

Thanks for asking @dreamyelectronicmusics! I'm curious too, ha - since I haven't written anything for this, the doc is just notes to myself. But I recently rewatched season 1 as "research" alongside the canon-divergent academia fic I'm actively writing, and I started thinking about what might have been different if Wille hadn't bowed to Kristina's pressure to deny it was him in the video.

How might have things have been different (not necessarily easier, or even better, but different) if he had refused to discuss his identity (not denying, not confirmed) and instead, say, focused on the grave transgression of privacy and consent?

What about if he had acknowledged it was him?

How would the narrative have unfolded differently from there?

How would the fallout have been different for both Simon and Wille?

Maybe there are already a plethora of post-season 1 fics out there exploring this very topic that I simply have missed by finding the show so late? (if so, I welcome recs) but I haven't really seen this explored.

I will probably never write this, but it's been interesting to reflect on. Because I'm not sure it actually was the "wrong" decision for Wille to deny it was him, even if the way he betrayed Simon's trust was unacceptable and ideally he would have handled the statement differently, in a way that wasn't a betrayal.

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