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part 1/? of The Former Crown Prince Wilhelm series

how does one go on knowing that simon was letting go of the love of his life (him begging to keep fighting, heartbeats labored and painful with sorrow) because they were good, but there was no place for them in this kind of life. that simon was letting go of wille's hand aware that his wille would keep drowning in the murky sticky waters of the crown prince's hurt, but having to take the risk anyway, to give them both the chance to swim to the surface. that, despite the agony like glass shards with every breath, he had the resolution to give them up, and wille the maturity to accept it.

and that in the end the only thing left for simon to do, if he wasn't allowed to have wille's handsome face in his life, was to make sure, tenderly, that even the tips of his fingers remembered it.

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing, THE ERAS TOUR - Paris, France N1

Timeloop fic where Wille keeps reliving his 17th birthday, trying to get the day to end without Simon breaking up with him

After many failed attempts, he manages it and the day ends with him and Simon still together. And Wille thinks that he's fixed it and broken the timeloop, but no, he wakes up to Simon singing Cumpleaños feliz to him and the day starts again. Because what he actually has to learn from this experience is not how to make Simon stay with him, but how to let him go.

Simon av Felle Olle en Oski

Credit to: meoruuuu on insta!!

@youngroyals-events Here is my contribution to day 9 of Wille’s month :) The prompt was ‘riding.’

Simon finds it in a charity shop while he’s out with Rosh and Ayub. A grey, acid wash t-shirt with a flaming skull on the front. ‘Born to ride.’ He changes into it before dinner. Wille stares.

“I know,” Simon laughs, “it’s so dumb, right? I had to have it.”

“Yeah,” Wille nods, swallows. Born to ride. Hmmm.

They’re interrupted by Simon’s cousins, who come barrelling through the door without so much as knocking. Linda’s sister has been staying with them all week, banishing Wille and Simon to the living room so her kids can sleep in Simon’s bed. Wille both loves and hates the situation. Loves feeling like part of the family, hates the lack of privacy. He offered to check them into a hotel for a few nights, but Simon doesn’t want to take any ‘royal handouts.’ They haven’t gone this long without sex since they got back together.

“What’s up?” Simon tilts his head, reaching out to squeeze Wille’s fingers.

Born to ride. Those three words conjure up images of a warm spring evening, a shirt discarded in a hallway, Simon’s hands in his hair.

“Nothing.”

He touches Simon more than usual. Brushing up against him while they help with the cooking, sitting a little closer than he needs to, gently stroking Simon’s thigh under the table.

“You’re being a bit full on,” Simon chastises, when Wille subtly tries humping him while he does the dishes.

“Sorry,” Wille steps back, “it’s just that we haven’t, for a few days, and I miss you. And now the shirt and everything.”

Simon turns to face him. A sunny, only slightly evil smile slowly spreads across his face, “Wille, is my ‘born to ride’ t-shirt turning you on?”

“Yes,” Wille admits, fingers fiddling with the hem of it.

“Because you love it when I ride you?”

Wille groans.

Simon loops his arms around his waist, drawing him into a half cuddle, half dance in the middle of the kitchen, “I miss you too, you know.”

“Mmm,” Wille hugs him tighter, nudges Simon’s nose with his.

“Maybe…”

“Yes?”

Simon huffs, still smiling, “Maybe getting a hotel wouldn’t be the worst idea.”

Their lips meet, playful and happy and soft.

“I can leave the shirt on, too.”