Didn't mean to fall in love

YOUNG ROYALS + red light [part 1]

young royals rewatch: season 1, episode 2

Shit. The prince, man. Are you into him? I can see there's something going on. Bro, you, like, really like him. "Boiled or grilled?" "Uh, uh, uh…" And he had to finish your sentence. What's going on? You like him.

OMAR RUDBERG - behind the scenes for "red light"

Wille & Simon || 3.04 ♥️🤎

Never getting over the fact that Simon is OBSESSED with Wille’ smell 🥺🧡

wilmon height difference is everything

3x05

Hi! Can you share three of your favorite fluffy s3 moments?

WHY YES I CAN

This lives in my mind rent free. When i tell you i watch this scene every single day - i am not joking

i also loved this moment i thought it was soooo cute

and underrated moment :

I've lost the love of my life

YOUNG ROYALS 3.06

Chapter 7

“Remember that club in Stockholm?” Simon’s heart started beating more quickly as he dredged up the memories of that night. “When you disappeared all night?” Nodding, he lifted the mug to his lips to hide his face a little. “Am I about to finally find out where you were?” Lowering the mug, he swallowed and nodded again. He took a deep breath before letting the words out in a rush. “I was in Wilhelm’s hotel suite” Holding his breath, he waited for Sara’s reaction. Her eyes widened. “Wilhelm as in…?” “Yeah,” said Simon, nervously fidgeting with his mug. “That Wilhelm.” “Jesus Christ, Simon,” she said, an incredulous shake to her head. “Why?” And wasn’t that the million dollar question.

Both Simon and Wille try to get over it.

Read in AO3. Or start from the beginning.

I mean that almost no one else is going to be here then. If I were to stay here would you like to keep me company? Just you and me.

OMAR RUDBERG for YSL beauty ✨

headcanon : wilhelm makes simon draw another heart on his wrist and actually gets it tattooed

gracias a la vida (it gave me my heart) by disruptedthesky / @omar-rudeberg​

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: ~6k

Summary:

Simon blinks his eyes open into darkness, instantly alert, but for once it’s not his daughter that needs his attention, it’s his husband. Wilhelm is desperate, mumbling incoherently, hot palms all over Simon’s body. “Simon, I…” Wilhelm trembles, nuzzling close into Simon’s firm grip now and huffing breaths into his collarbone. “Been so long,” he whimpers, and Simon knows. He knows. (Or—it’s been three months since Wilhelm and Simon welcomed their daughter into their lives, three months of being so tired, so busy and so joyously wrapped up in her that they forget to find time for each other. Until tonight, when Wilhelm’s boundless desperation sparks a flame that swallows Simon whole.)

(Read on AO3)