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kfromliterarysluts · 2 years

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so, i've finally got time to write this.

dear @prince-simon , i've got a bone to pick with you.

i wanted a short, cute wilmon fic after i've finished yrs2 and i landed on your fic. i'm currently chapter 9 i think and here are some facts i'd like to state beforehand:

- i started learning spanish again because of this fic - and it makes me incredibly happy

- i fell in love with simon/omar and i can't decide whether i want to be with him or be him (omar too bcs from what i've guessed simons personality is somewhat based on at least his public appearances)(and being queer is the best thing that has happened to him - have you seen the 2018 pics??)

-i managed to read smut again for the first time in a really long time because it was just so loving...

-everything that has happened is not just headcanon, it is a reality now indeed. as i've told you before, it makes this reality a little easier to live in. a little less disastrous.

when i first started reading i sent L a picture of the wordcount and caption it "death, torture even" and this is the best torture i have ever endured. my soul has left my body a milion times after the first chapter but when i was reading ch1 it made me feel happy. truly, overwhelmingly happy. (is it important to state i'm a burned out law student with mental illnesses?) the characters are witty, funny, nice and real. the things happening are heartbreaking YET here they are, working though it together. that is probably what has been hitting me the most.

not to mention how funny and relatable and shocking the entire thing is - it's like you took my dreams and you wrote them down. if i could, i'd write love letters to you for this.

i can imagine you typing the words, but can you imagine how the words soak into my skin and shape me into a hopeless romantic? can you see my heart shifting a little every time your fingers type out an unlikely, heartwarming scene? how my eyes light up when reading something you smiled at when you wrote? how i break a little inside every time something happens to them? to you? what if i never get to see your words grow old with you? what would my life look like, even more incomplete than it is now?

apart from the fact that i 'm bisexual myself and i relate to a lot of things wille is going thru, this fic has transported me into a world where i can be with the person i have been in love with for some time now - we're not princes indeed, but i always wished that even if the circumstances are against us, we could be together. thank you for giving me hope that it can work out. (consequently, i am now waiting for a breathtakingly beautiful spanish person to swoop me off my feet, learn czech for me and will fight for me and everything i stand for too.)

i now know to take the chances, to keep on hoping. that true love is only for the brave. but it's also incredibly hard to not take anything into the real world with me - because i can't face that life is hard and the likelyhood of my fairytale ever coming true is nonexistent basically. you filled the hole in my heart with rose petals but they are slowly drying out and fading away; and the empty space suddenly seems bigger than it was before.

but now on the more funny note cuz you've been crying enough. here are some of my headcanons:

- for some reason, marisa tomei is my fancast as HRH queen Linda bcs idk don't ask

- simon now obsessively calls his mum about the plants - he would rather die himself than let them die

- gatorade curls up into a ball in simons bed after he's left, because he misses his warmth - they're both stubborn idiots who don't know how to approach each other

-simon practiced ballroom dancing for the sole purpouse to dance with wille at a ball - which he didn't get to do yet

- wille practices his spanish in front of the mirror just like he used to do with his presentations and he hates everything about it, until he says something in spanish and simon totally melts - that's when he finally appreciates his own hard work

- HS and simon shopping for clothes together (consequently gucci ha ha ha ft. his royal gayness -> best collection ever created)

- the necklace simon got for his bday is only to be taken off (optional to a certain extend) and put back on by wille and wille only - fifty years from now, it is their morning ritual to put it back on and if willes hands got a little clumsy with time, simon doesn't mind because it gives him some extra time together before he has to go see to his duties

i got plenty more but i'll keep some for now so that i can sprinkle them on here later :)

so yes i have a bone to pick with you, your highness. you gave my life an entirely unexpected rush of serotonin and now it's really difficult to live. best believe i will continue contacting you in regard of whatever has been written... hope you won't get sick of me

sincerely signed,

k, Crown princess of United States of Desperation

#i dont feel like our love is brand new #prince-simon #idflolibn #ao3 #i am crying #nothing matters rn its just this fic and me #loveletter to my fav author #i know you told me your grocery list is messy but i'd eat that shi up #i admire you

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