Adding a few more:

The sweet heat of his breath in my mouth by @the-amber-fox

Sticky Little Words (They Hurt And They Heal) by @wilmonsfolklore

taunt him with the license of ink by waitingstar

You've Began To Feel Like Home by Sour__Candy

are there any from enemies to lovers fic recommendations? <3

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please send me your favourite pick-up lines (I need it for a yr fic I'm writing) but also: have any of these lines ever worked on you--or have you seen it work on someone else, maybe a friend or a total stranger at a bar idk--and if so, which one was it and why did it work? curiosity and all.

"You really are a walking cry for help, aren't you?"

Prince Wilhelm, from My Bad by @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

A couple of notes:

I took a few liberties with the placement of the tattoos, so that I could include as many as possible of the ones that are mentioned in the fic.

Fun fact! For the crown on Wille's arm I tried to replicate the real Prince Wilhelm's crown, which now belongs to little Prince Oscar, second child to Crown Princess Victoria and technically, future "spare" (not actually calling him a spare I promise, just highlighting the coincidence).

The sparrows are an added bonus, based on Jo's mood board, but also because they symbolize loyalty, commitment and dedication (guess to whom).

They're a little hard to see but if you haven’t noticed them it's kinda imperative that you peep that nose ring and that nipple piercing.

If you think Wille giving up the crown and freeing himself means he will continue to have no interests or hobbies or goals outside of being with Simon then you missed the entire point of the ending.

Wille was never given the luxury of choosing his own hobbies or his own interests because he always did what was expected of him. He was forced to take music lessons as a kid. He joined the rowing team because that’s what his brother did. He partook in royal duties in season 3 because he felt like he had to. He has no idea what he likes or what he wants to do because his life was always planned out for him, even more so when he became the crown prince.

When he frees himself from the expectations of the crown and his family at the end, he’s now free to figure out what he likes, what he wants to do, where he wants to go. The world is finally his oyster. He’s fucking 17-years-old. He has all the time in the world to figure it out. I didn’t have the pressure of the monarchy and I had literally zero clue what I wanted to do. Wille has all the time in the world to figure it out. He doesn’t have any practical skills, but he’s also literally 17-years-old. In what world does even a regular, everyday 17-year-old have any or all that are needed? I personally didn’t even get a job until I was 19 and didn’t enter my current career until I was 26. He has time.

By choosing himself, Wille also chooses Simon, because Simon is and always will be a part of him, but that doesn’t mean Simon will continue to be the only thing in his life. The ending of the series is also the beginning of a new chapter in Wille’s life - where everything is unwritten and the possibilities are endless.

sportLOVE - chapter 7

There is a crick in Wille’s neck as he wakes up. He blinks slowly, the light in the room surprisingly bright. It’s then that he realizes he isn’t in his bedroom. He looks around and finds Simon sleeping next to him, also in what looks like an uncomfortable position. He still looks as cute as always though, his mouth slightly open and his curls ruffled up from the friction against the couch.

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@youngroyals-events here's a little something for day two of Wille Month (prompt: summer). This is taken from the first few paragraphs of the fic I am writing about their summer together after the end of season 3. It's currently on hiatus, ie: sitting in my Google drive mouldering. If I post this here it might give me the impetus to write some more of it! This is very rough, unbeta'd, and may well look completely different by the time it arrives on AO3. Enjoy xx

There’s a lightness about Wille that Simon doesn’t think he’s ever seen before, in all the time he’s known him.  Even when they were first getting to know each other, before Erik died, before the video, he was never like this.  There’s just this joyousness that wasn’t there before. It’s not that Simon thought before that Wille was older than his years; he didn’t.  But it’s only now that the yoke has been lifted from his shoulders that Simon looks at Wille and sees him exactly as he is: a seventeen-year-old in love for the first time, spending a couple of weeks on holiday with his boyfriend, his boyfriend’s sister and their best friend.  That shadow that was always there behind his eyes: it’s gone.  He’s a kid again.  Or maybe not again.  Maybe for the first time. He wouldn’t say that it’s all been smooth sailing.  It hasn’t.  Wille is fucking impossible to live with.  He’s never really been in the position of having to share with anyone before, and it bloody shows.  Simon doesn’t want to nag him, he really doesn’t, but his dirty underwear is more often than not littering the floor of their shared room, and whenever he shaves, the basin ends up covered in hundreds of thousands of tiny beard hairs, and Jesus all he has to do is give it a fucking rinse, it’s not that fucking difficult. But, all told, they’re having a brilliant time.  It’s not just Wille who’s radiating happiness; he can feel that he himself is too.  Being able to be with Wille without any pressure from the royal court, without any nasty comments on social media - Simon’s made a new, private, Insta account now, and God, the relief of being able to pick up his phone without that dread in the pit of his stomach about what it might contain - is a revelation.  The sheer normality of it, the ordinariness, the mundanity: he revels in it, and it makes him realise what a lot of pressure they were under before.  No wonder he cracked.  No wonder Wille cracked too. Their mood is reflected by the weather.  The days feel endless, the heat only mitigated by the occasional gentle breeze coming in off the water.  It’s quiet where they are, at Felice’s family’s summer house, out on the far reaches of the archipelago in the middle of nowhere.  Often the only sound they can hear is the incessant chatter of insects, punctuated by an infrequent boat going past.  They spend their days swimming, sailing - because of course Wille and Felice would both know how to do that, ugh - cooking, reading, chatting, and in Simon and Wille’s case, fucking.  A lot.  At least twice most days, sometimes more.  More often than not, it’s too hot for it, they’re too sweaty, but they do it anyway, because they can’t not.  It’s still a luxury to be able to do it as often as they please, and having enough time to be leisurely about it, without the worry of finding somewhere to go where they won’t be interrupted, or having to rush because they have a maths class to get to.  The girls know what they’re doing - of course they do, it’s impossible not to in a house this size, and especially when most of the time the windows are wide open to try and let in some precious cool air - but they’re so used to it now that they just roll their eyes and let them get on with it.

Hi, this is me 🤗

I look far too young here, but whatever (and I wish my hair was as volumese as this, but to get it that way I have to put a lot of products in it, and seriously, I can't be bothered)

I considered myself tagged, because this looked fun. If you also think this looks fun, consider yourself tagged, as well ☺️

PICREW TAG!

i've been tagged in a picrew chain by the lovely @wilmon and @allthefakepeople (tack så mycket!! i love these 💕) but since 1) that post is getting too long, 2) the result looks nothing like me and 3) i can do what i want, i'm starting a new chain with a new more accurate picrew (the link is in the title).

it’s-a me!

no pressure tags but also if you do it i'm so curious: @justfriendsbestthings @sillylittleflower @skibasyndrome @grapehyasynth @k-pepp @piebingo @bigalockwood (even though i already know what you look like hehe) and whoever wants to hop on this train 💜

As @margotdanslebois already pointed out above, I don't think anyone is saying any of those things as a comment on real people's sex life or sex preferences. Topping and bottoming are legit preferences that people have. As many discussions before this one has shown, though, topping and bottoming often are ascribed to people as personality traits, and traditionally has been seen as part of a hierarchy, where "being a top" means being in control or on top of that hierarchy.

And when talking about stereotypes, the smaller person in a same-gender relationship is often seen as "girl-coded", i e. weaker, lesser, "a bottom", and reverse, bottoming is also "girl-coded". (No, that is not my opinion. I'm a girl, I bottom, it doesn't make me lesser or weaker. And bottoming of course doesn't mean you're a girl.)

But shaming people for who they like and their sexual preferences is a real life thing, which adds to the damage these stereotypes do.

Simon and Wille are not real people. If you choose to study YR intimacy as subtext and as a metaphor for their relationship, then all these things matter. That's why who does what and how they are positioned is relevant. Nobody is on top of the other, neither as exclusively topping/bottoming or as lying on top of the other (except partly for that first time).

That is also important because Wille is the one with the higher social status between them, and thus Simon going down on Wille and/or Wille only topping could easily have been read as Wille having a higher status in their relationship as well, subtextually. (Again, these are not my opinions, but cultural stereotypes about same-sex relationships that the authors are well aware of.)

Pointing out these stereotypes and showing how YR chose to break free of them, is not homophobic. It's the opposite.

If you just want to enjoy the show and the horny boys, yes, of course, be my guest! Let them and everyone else have sex the way they want. (Sex preferences doesn't say anything about you as a person.) But please don't shoot everyone who is trying to analyse how the people behind YR is working to break down those stereotypes while you're at it.

i agree with you about being frustrated with how often this fandom has top/bottom discussions but its a pretty common talking point in most fandoms so YR isn’t special for that

No I totally agree with you that it’s a common topic of discussion in a lot of fandoms, but there’s a particular way we have it in this fandom that really grinds my gears.

And don’t get me wrong, I don’t care if you hc Wilmon to be vers or if you think Wille tops or Simon tops or whatever - it’s the justification and reasoning that I’m seeing behind these headcanons that I find deeply irritating and, frankly, insulting and kind of homophobic.

This is going to get long so forgive me.

1. I’ve seen so many posts talk about how the show is “brave” and “subversive” by having Wille go down on Simon or potentially bottom, but like - what the hell are we even talking about? In what world is it subversive to show a queer character having queer sex?? What are we subverting?? This show has never shown us anything with its intimate scenes other than two guys that are deeply in love and really horny for eachother and I hate that we keep bringing this shit up!!!

2. I’ve also seen people say that it was very important for us to see Wille moving to go down on Simon in the tape in S1 because it’s “more damning evidence that he’s queer” and otherwise Wille could’ve just said he was horny and desperate but he was actually imagining he was with a girl in his denial statement. But be so fucking forreal, in what world is that a thing he could argue in an official statement to the press? He’d be the laughing stock of the world.

Wilhelm isn’t more or less gay because he went down on Simon vs the other way around. He’d still be having queer sex because he’s having sex with another guy. Arguing that the framing here is for anything other than a plot device so Wille’s face wouldn’t be visible to set up the denial is actually kind of ridiculous.

As someone very smart on here said, “I’m sorry that you apparently have a tier list of sex acts ranging from “kinda straight” to “Gaylord” is 😭😭 get well soon, couldn’t be me.”

Imagine for one second Simon was the one giving Wille head? Would you have criticized the show for that?? And WHY?!

3. Next: saying that Wilmon’s relationship is “equal” because you think they’re vers is…a take and a half lmao. What the fuck does being vers have to do with a relationship being equal?? Why are we assigning arbitrary hierarchies to sexual preferences??? Why are we implying that topping and bottoming are somehow not equal and you have to carefully balance both, when, ideally, it’s just whatever the fuck everyone is into???

Wille isn’t selfish for topping. Simon isn’t sacrificing anything by bottoming. They’re fucking because they’re in love and they want to 😭

TLDR: Wille doesn’t suck Simon’s dick for class liberation. Simon riding Wille isn’t a commentary on how he’s “girl-coded.” It’s just sex, leave them alone to have a good time and stop assigning agendas to queer sex.

he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me

YOUNG ROYALS 3.06

Wille's Month 2024 - prompt: summer @youngroyals-events

Here's my little contribution to @youngroyals-events Wille's month day one - Sandwich.

I wrote it this afternoon and evening, and my dear Nic @stretchoutfics added a word and told me to write mellanstadiet. It's year 4-6 in Swedish primary education. Oh and knäckebröd is crispbread.

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Fett hungrig – starving

“Cumpleaños feliz, te deseamos a ti”

Wille was pulled out from sleep by soft tones and soft words. He knew that melody, remembered the words too, perhaps from a music lesson in mellanstadiet. But the voice - he’d recognise that voice anywhere.

He opened his eyes, and that was definitely Simon standing there. With love in his eyes and something that wasn’t quite a cupcake in his hands, with two candles in it, a number one and a number seven, red and yellow. They were even dotted with stars.

“cumpleaños min Wille, cumpleaños feliz.”

“Thanks,” he said softly, still not quite awake, yet he knew he wasn’t dreaming. Even his wildest fantasies couldn’t have imagined Simon, standing here, singing happy birthday to him in Spanish, or the softness in his voice when he sang “min Wille.” My Wille, Simon had sung. He hadn’t even been sure Simon would come, not after yesterday, yet he was here. Wait what?

“How did you get in?” The words left his mouth as soon as they entered his mind.

“I just had to bribe Malin.” Simon made the tiniest grimace, quickly hidden behind a smile. He sat down on his haunches next to Wille’s bed, still holding the cake.

“Because if you don’t have anyone who sings for you in the morning, then it doesn’t really feel like a real birthday,” he continued.

A knot grew low in his chest, spreading to his gut. Simon was so fin, so kind. Kinder than his own family. Wille sighed.  He looked at the candles. The stars. The soft glow.

“Do you want to make a wish,” Simon asked with a voice so filled with love and care that it felt like Wille’s heart would explode.

Wille sat up on his elbow. His mind shut down any thoughts about his parents. What would he wish for? He closed his eyes. I want to be yours forever, he thought, and blew out the candles.

Simon placed the cupcake on his desk, got up from the floor and sat on his bed, on the duvet, and almost but not quite on his lap.

Wille turned and suddenly noticed his new suit jacket. He grabbed his arm, touching the fabric, and more importantly, the boy beneath it.

“Nice.” It was true. Simon looked good in anything.

“Don’t wrinkle it,” Simon said, brushing off his hand and the wrinkles in one go.

“Really nice,” Wille said.

Simon looked at him with a huge smile, looked away for a moment. He turned to look at Wille again, and his eyes held an ocean of love, his lips a soft smile.

“Is everything okay between us?” It was easier to ask when he was almost sure of the answer.

Simon nodded. “Yeah. Thank you for your text,” he replied, and reached for Wille’s hand, folding his fingers between his.

Relief filled Wille like water after drought, releasing the knot in his belly. It was a strange euphoria that he only found with Simon. Wille tried to wrap both his hands around Simon’s, but the angle was wrong. Maybe he could-

“Oh right,” Simon said as he suddenly turned and pulled something out of his pocket.

Wille followed his lead, leaning over to see what he was doing, wanting that hand back in his.

“Here’s your present,” Simon continued, handing Wille a square wrapped in purple napkins. Of course it was purple.

Wille’s smile grew wider as he realised what it was, quickly unwrapping a ham sandwich. Memories of their first morning together, of knäckebröd wrapped in a green napkin, sneakily placed right into Simon’s lap. If he could give Simon a blowjob, eat him every single day for the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man.

“But I promise I’ll give you a real present too. I just haven’t had the time to finish it yet,” Simon said.

Wille couldn’t care less. He looked at the sandwich, and it was the best present he’d ever gotten.

“It’s absolutely perfect,” he said, smile growing, and heart filled with love as he turned to look at Simon. He knew what it really meant.

“Thank you.” So many feelings in one simple word.

Simon looked up from the sandwich, locked eyes with him, melted into his gaze. Wille read his face like a map to the stars, the vast eons of space and time locked in a moment, ready to explode. Wille felt his own body respond immediately.

“Are you hungry,” Simon asked, and cocked his eyebrow briefly.

Yes.

He was.

“I’m starving,” he answered, and their lips pulled towards each other like twin stars finally colliding in a kiss that turned his insides into molten lava and sent sparks racing across his skin all the way to his toes.

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I'll put this on ao3 tomorrow, either including what they do next (each other) or I'll add that in a separate chapter.

so the 4th and FINAL chapter of my spiderwilmon au “Where We Come From” is FINALLY live 😭😭 im so glad to say that!! and also I can finally finally show everyone this incredible amazing show stopping art commission by @loren91 who was so nice and patient with my silly request. Tusen tack för ditt tålamod och tack för allt 💜 im just so glad to finally say its finished :)

this fic really tested me in the sense that it was a complete experiment for me. something very different style and genre to what i normally write. it was so fun to play around in this little sandbox though and to write action !! for the first time !!

anyway thanks to everyone who encouraged and supported me!

soometimes it is so surreal that we went from "I am not like that" to "I want to be with you simon" someone pinch me rn 😭

And when he said it in s1 we were shown Simon’s reaction to it before the camera switched back to Wille.

And in s3 it was the other day around. Clever, huh?!

favorite smut in this fandom 👀?

my favorite smut (and fic probably lol) in this fandom has to be this series: the beloved Wilmon Painter AU absolutely untouchable 😭

I love everything by the extremely talented Veri with the smut in the Cheating AU my absolute favorite

in terms of one shots, we had this one recently that I loved: another dose

old-ish but a fave: He looks up, grinning like a devil

also a fan of everything by the lovely RubyIntyale and skibasyndrome 💜

@youngroyals-events Here is my little contribution to kick off Wille’s month. The prompt was ‘sandwich.’

Wille always uses too much butter. He always uses too much butter and then has to scrape the crumb covered remnants back into the tub. He slices the cheese too thinly, too, and the cucumber slices too thick. ‘A bit messy,’ according to Simon. Some things never change.

And some things change more than you could ever imagine. Wille doubts he’d even recognise that boy now, the one who’d always hidden all of himself, slowly inching out into the light, slipping a sandwich under the desk to his secret lover. Prince Wilhelm feels forever ago, a character in a story he tells about other people.

He finishes up and wraps the sandwich in two napkins, as is their tradition. It’s not a long journey. The sun rose about an hour ago, bathing the hills in warm golden light. He’d laughed when Simon first mentioned retiring to the country. They’d looked at so many houses, bickering good naturedly the whole time, but now he has to admit, he does enjoy the quiet.

He parks the car by the gates and walks stiffly up the narrow path. One foot in front of the other. Things take him longer, now. He spreads the picnic blanket out and settles himself onto it. His knees can just about manage a few minutes.

The headstone is beautiful. Understated and elegant. A choice he wishes he’d never had to make, but a good choice, nonetheless. He reaches into his jacket pocket, smiling as he brings out the little parcel wrapped in purple.

“Hi Simon,” the grass is real, here. Lush and damp with dew between his fingers, “I brought you a sandwich.”

Since I keep seeing posts criticising the ‘hallway’ sex scene, can I let some love for it into the universe? Because I love it with my whole heart and find it so beautiful.

First of all, I disagree with the whole ‘lack of communication’ agenda. Because sex is communication. It is sharing love and care. Wille couldn’t find the right words to comfort Simon for losing ease and joy in singing, Simon couldn’t heal Wille’s mom, but they knew how to make each other feel some joy and forget about sorrows for a while. Sex is an important means of communication for many people, and through sex Simon and Wille communicated perfectly concentrating on each other and understanding each other without words.

For me the sex scene in S3 was amazing: intimate and beautifully done. It wasn’t like any other scene of YR, because it had a different mood, meaning and purpose. It was not clueless experimenting like the first time one, it was not carefully romantic like the fish scene (they both knew they wanted the same and there was no Linda next door), it was not desperate 'I can lose you forever' like Holy one, it was finally making love as an established couple: passionate, carefree, confident and full of pleasure.

I loved how it was not linear, how the movements were attached to the music– slower when the music is quiet, faster and more rhythmic when the music pattern changes, singing the song with their bodies. 

I loved how there were no interruptions this time: no pausing for closing curtains or turning on additional sounds to hide their own (even closing of the door was not shown in the final cut), no one walking on them, calling them or filming them.

 I loved their connection, how they were ‘together’ in the process: not able to stay apart for a second, moving in unison, breathing each other’s air, connecting on all the levels; no one used or abused another for their own good…

I’m glad we saw their climax this time – smiling, giggling, rubbing noses and whispering I love yous after all – such a sweet delicate moment, so loving and so ‘them’.

If anything, this scene highlighted to me that internally they can be together, they can be happy and they are good for each other, it’s the outer world that makes it difficult for them.