Reblogged wilmon
Omar in Glasgow 2/2/2025
Reblogged impossibleknots
YOUNG ROYALS Simon's hands on Wille • for @skibasyndrome <3
Reblogged wilmon
come here
Reblogged kruemel8
Your love is tough, is tried and true blue
Simon’s quiet sounds are Wille’s favorite song. The call of birds just outside the window unimaginative by comparison. Every hitched breath, every soft moan, every airy laugh - exhales and inhales, and Wille takes them in like he’s been suffocating all his life. Or: Some days after they have left Hillerska, Simon and Wille find peace, calm, and each other in a cabin by the water.
(rated E/M-ish, 4.5 k)
This is a birthday gift for my dearest Sophia @sillylittleflower 💜💜💜 you get an attempt at a song fic, boygenius, and Wille (and Simon!) post-s3 being so in love that it aches <3 I hope you enjoy <3
Reblogged enjoythesilentworld
sunday snippet
a canon-compliant post-s3 situation that has Wille so in love it hurts, coming to an Ao3 near you hopefully very soon. sadly I had a bit of a writing break this week, but I hope to get back into it properly soon 💜
Wille gets to taste the smile when he pulls Simon in by the waist. He gets to feel it on his lips as they stumble through the cabin, all the way along the tiny corridor, into the room at the end of it. When Wille sinks back and down against the white sheets - rumpled, tangled, deserted earlier in the morning - , when he pulls Simon down with him, he still basks in it. In the warmth that spreads throughout his body every time Simon presses his smile against Wille's lips, against the corner of his mouth, against his cheek. It’s only then, as he scoots up the bed, one hand tightly clasping Simon’s, that he opens his eyes again. Only as Simon is leaning over him, does Wille allow himself another look, a proper look. He’s never known beauty like this, never known what it’s like to see Simon’s naked golden skin bathed in the glow of summer sunshine. No other time he’s looked at him could’ve prepared Wille for the mesmerizing spectacle of tiny droplets making their way down from his hair, over the sides of his face, over his neck. Some drops catch in the light, as Wille’s breath catches in his throat. He's so pleasantly breathless when Simon covers his body with his, when Wille’s vision narrows down to Simon’s face, his halo of wet hair gorgeously backlit.
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Sunday Snippet
Since i JUST finished chapter 1 of Breaking Beds properly and sent it to to my lovely friend to read it ... I think it's only fair I post the first few paragraphs right? (Which i hope I haven't posted yet. And if not... oh well!)
Wille didn't mind his life most of the time. Sure, if Jan-Olof came up to him tomorrow and told him that he could step down if he wanted to, he wouldn't even think twice. If someone had asked him if he'd wanted to be Crown Prince in the first place, he probably would have said no, thank you. But sometimes things happen and brothers die and people become Crown Princes at 16 years old, and have no other future than the one mapped out for them already.
Wille didn't always like it, but he had learned to live with it instead of loathe it. Over the years, days had become easier to get through, and the desire to run away had left him a long time ago.
Well, most days, at least.
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Chapter 6
Some epic beta reading from @iwouldnevergetintofanfic this weekend means that you get to have this!
Simon is finding it hard. And they write another pivotal scene.
“I can’t write this bit,” Simon says.
They’re so close to being done. They’ve plotted out and outlined and brainstormed and drafted this scene to within an inch of its life, but now that they’re about to write it down, Simon can’t do it.
“What do you mean?” Wille asks.
I can’t write one character confessing their love for another when I can’t do that with you.
Instead, Simon sighs, annoyance making it come out more harshly than is probably fair. “I don’t know, Wille. I just— Can you do it? Please?”
Read now on AO3. Or start from the beginning.