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Happy birthday Wille!! 💜💜

Happy Friday :) Here is a little ficlet I wrote for @books-books-smolderinglooks’ epilogue challenge. I hope you like it x

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The first time they sleep over at the palace after… Everything, it’s awkward. Simon stands at the foot of the bed, sleeves pulled down over his hands, fingers nervously fidgeting as he looks anywhere but at Wille.

“Simon,” Wille moves towards him.

The wind whips rain against the aging windowpanes, the first chill of autumn biting into their endless summer.

“I…”

“I’m sorry, too,” Wille takes his hand, lifts it up to his face to kiss the soft stretch of skin just above his thumb, “I’m sorry for how I acted that day.”

Simon’s eyes flutter closed briefly at his touch, “You were hurting,” he says quietly.

“So were you.”

“I shouldn’t have…”

Wille shakes his head. He leans in to kiss Simon’s lips, still holding his hand between them, “It’s OK.”

“I don’t feel like it is.”

“It will be,” Wille promises, “one day we’ll probably be laughing about it.”

Simon huffs. His smile is fond, if disbelieving, “I just want to make it up to you.”

“You already have.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Simon…”

“Wille,” his tone is softer, now, “tell me what you really wanted,” he reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind Wille’s ear, “how you imagined it would be.”

Wille raises his eyebrows.

“Besides that.”

“OK,” Wille still hasn’t let go of Simon’s hand. He runs his thumb over the back of it, intertwining their fingers. His voice is quieter, almost shy, “I wanted to fall asleep in your arms.”

Happy season three anniversary! Have a little post-finale ficlet. Thank you @books-books-smolderinglooks for organising the Young Royals Epilogue event!

they said it could never be real

(2,272 words, rated T)

It's the morning after the finale, at the Ehrencrona family's lake house. Wille makes Simon breakfast.

Happy 2 year S3E6 anniversary! I thought I'd celebrate #YRS3epilogue with (at least) this small contribution. (Maybe there will be something more during the week. ) Thank your for promting @books-books-smolderinglooks 💜!

The #YRS3epilogue challenge is: "So in celebration, tell us what has your favorite character been up to? ... share with the fandom what has Wilmon and all the others been up to since then?". The time gap from S3E6 is not that big here, mere hours. 

You can read my "Not on my watch" chapter 4 (on AO3) as a prequel and see that there were some expectations onthis evening. Anyway, it doesn't turn out as imagined and that can also be a good thing too.  Read here in English or Swedish - or later at AO3. ---------------------------------------------------------

Den första kvällen 

Simon gråter och kallingarna är halvt neddragna över låren. Men han gråter och Willes händer har lämnat Simons höfter. Det var inte så här han hade tänkt att denna kväll skulle sluta. 

Ska man vara ärlig så har han tänkt denna kväll i många olika versioner. Den hemskaste, ensammast kvällen - det var vad han trodde i morse. Eller fantastisk sex med sin pojkvän - det trodde han i eftermiddags. 

Men nu gråter han och ståndet slaknar. 

"Vad är det Simon?". Wille låter genuint orolig. 

"Jag trodde...", Simon snörvlar och torkar bort några tårar med baksidan av handen. 

" Jag trodde...". Han försöker igen men rösten bär inte riktigt. 

Wille stryker honom över kinden försiktigt. 

"Jag trodde jag aldrig mer skulle få träffa dig. Bara se dig i tidningarna och på TV.". Tårarna bara rinner. 

Wille är tyst, men stryker Simon över kinden försiktigt igen. Böjer sig fram och kysser honom mjukt. Inte hett och sexigt, utan mjukt. Wille lutar pannan mot Simon. De ligger så en stund. Simon fortsätter snörvla lite och gråter mer.  

Det är liksom alla känslor på en och samma gång - lättnad, förälskelse, förlamade rädsla, sorg och glädje. Och han har typ inte sovit ordentligt sedan Willes födelsedag. 

I morse trodde han att han aldrig någonsin mer skulle få träffa Wille. Nu ligger de i Simons säng, ihop, nakna. Wille ska sova över i flera nätter. Och han är typ inte kronprins längre (eller ska i vart fall ge kronan till August - Simon orkar inte re i det nu). 

Så hör han en snörvling från Wille också och känner att Willes kropp darrar till som om han drar efter andan. 

"Mmm...", mumlar Wille och lyfter huvudet lite. Han biter sig i underläppen för att hindra darret. "Jag trodde aldrig jag skulle få se dig.". Och så brister det för Wille också och han börja också gråta. 

De har inte mer sex den kvällen, utan somnar utmattad i varandras armar. Det är ändå den bästa kvällen i 16-åriga Simons liv.  -------------------------------- The first night 

Simon is crying and his boxers are partly pulled down over his thighs. But he cries and Wille's hands have left Simon's hips. This was not how he had planned this evening to end. 

To be honest, he has thought about this evening in many different versions. The most terrible, loneliest evening- that's what he thought this morning. Or fantastic sex with her boyfriend - that's what he thought this afternoon. 

But now he is crying and the dick is slackening. 

"What is it, Simon?" Wille sounds genuinely worried. 

"I thought...", Simon sniffles and wipes away a few tears with the back of his hand. 

"I thought...". He tries again but his voice doesn't really carry him. 

Wille caresses his cheek gently. 

"I thought I'd never see you again. Just in the newspapers and on TV.". The tears flow freely now. 

Wille is silent, but touches Simon's cheek gently again, then bends over to kiss him softly. Not hot and sexy, but soft. Wille leans his forehead towards Simon. They lie like that for a while. Simon continues to sniffle a little and cries some more.  

It's like all emotions at the same time - relief, love, paralyzed fear, sadness and joy. And he hasn't slept properly since Wille's birthday. 

This morning he thought he would never see Wille again. Now they are both in Simon's bed, together, naked. Wille is going to stay over for several nights. And he's kind of not crown prince anymore (or at least will give the crown to August - Simon can't handle that right now). 

Then he hears a sniffle from Wille as well and feels Wille's body tremble as if he's gasping for breath. 

"Mmm...", Wille mumbles and lifts his head a little. He bites his lower lip to stop the tremors. "I never thought I'd see you ever again." And then it breaks for Wille too and he also starts crying. 

It was hard at first. A lot of time spent worrying that distance might tear them apart. Made easier through phone calls, video chats, constant texting but never enough. Not compared to Wille's embraces, his touches, his smell encompassing his whole being bringing flutters to his heart and comfort. After more than 2 years together he knew the ins and outs, the good and the bad and he wouldn't change it, being with Wille.. well other than the distance.

Summers were like a balm. Where they had more time. Devoted time together for new experiences. Visiting new places to have first kisses there. Talking endlessly under the sunshine, getting lost through rainstorms, falling asleep under the moonlight, laughing through it all because they were together. Just as much, them laying on his small bed in Bjärstad next to his fishes.