So I saw some talk about Mermaid Wilmon a little while ago and it reminded me of a thought Iāve had many times before, Wille and Ariel are so similar š
Prince/princess with a bad relationship to their parent whoās also the monarch. Theyāre unhappy with the current circumstances and dreaming about a different life. They fall in love with someone who is considered āwrongā for them. Thereās a lot of pressure on them but they rebel against it to pursue love.
And now Iāve used this as an excuse to Disneyfy Wilmon. And also Iāve always liked drawing mermaids so Iām happy šāØ
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We have announced it previously, but now it's here! Young Royals Week 2025 is coming soon!
From January 20 to January 26, there will be a prompt each day of the week. Create something out of that prompt and post it on the corresponding day. Prompts can be merged together and you can post days later, we only ask to not post ahead of schedule. We will reblog your posts during the whole duration of the event.
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January 20: Playlist (song-inspired)
January 21: Before/after (before the show started or after it ended, pre or post-canon)
For day 7-Free Prompt for young royals week 2025 @youngroyals-events
An Outside Point of View
ā¦sometimes we are on the outside looking in š
Sometimes itās a canon character, sometimes itās an alternate universe, sometimes itās news or an interview and sometimes itās a companion piece to a bigger story- but in all of these stories- we are viewing Wilmon through someone elseās eyes.
Wilhelm & Simon: Interview With Swedens Young Royal Couple (T, 31K) @girls-are-weird
i'm not exactly sure what counts as NSFW, but there's only very very very VERY little in this!!
Ayub thinks it's a bit childish, and Rosh says it's kind of funny but still, 'Simon, you've got to show him who's boss.' Sara rolls her eyes whenever he's complaining, but listens as if she's piecing a puzzle together. Maddison raises her brows, grins and says they should fuck to get it out their systems.
What none of them know is that they have, actually, fucked. Many times. Not once has it 'gone out of their systems.'
The first time was after an all-staff meeting. Wilhelm had been making subtle jabs all morning, his sharp comments always landing with a smirk. Simonās patience had already been stretched thin by the time the meeting ended. He had stopped Wilhelm before he could leave, closing the door behind them with a snap. He pointed to Wilhelmās chest, pressing a finger into the pristine, infuriating fabric of his shirt. āWhatās your problem?ā he demanded, eyes narrowed.
In less than five minutes, Simonās legs were wrapped around Wilhelmās waist, fingers knotted in dark brown hair as Wilhelm pinned him to the wall. The kiss was hot and eager and molten, lips clashing like they were trying to outpace the fire in their veins. Simonās fingers tangled in Wilhelmās hair, pulling just hard enough to elicit a groan that sent a shiver straight through him. Wilhelmās hands trailed firmly along his thighs, holding him in place as they ground against each other.
The sound of footsteps shattered the moment. Wilhelm set Simon down with a tenderness that didnĀ“t match any of their actions. Simon straightened his shirt, cleared his throat and left the room without looking back.
The second time was eerily similar: another meeting, another tense exchange that escalated into Wilhelmās fingers deftly undoing Simonās buttons as their mouths collided again and again. Simon knew it wasnāt a good idea but his resolve crumbled the second Wilhelmās lips traced the edge of his jaw. Then his phone suddenly rang and interrupted the two.
Simonās resolution to stop this stupid behavior and ignore the urge that swelled in him whenever he saw Wilhelm in a shirt that somehow made his biceps look unfairly good was shattered again. But maybe blaming the biceps wasnāt fair. After all, heĀ“d been making eyes at Wilhelm from across the staff room before carefully retreating to his office, pretending it wasnāt deliberate.
When he sits down, his heart is already racing. There is a knock.
He clears his throat. āCome in.ā
Wilhem steps inside. He closes the door, the click of the lock loud in the silent room. A small smile rests delicately on him. āHey.ā
Arms. Crooked teeth. Deep eyes. Simon drowns in it.Ā
The third time, he really has no excuse. Wilhelm is golden syrup and follows as heās dragged over and pushed into the desk chair, a grin on his face. Simon swings a leg over to straddle him, hands cupping his jaw, thumb brushing lightly over faint stubble as Wilhelm greedily digs into his back.Ā Ā
āThat guy in the meeting today,ā Wilhelm murmurs against his lips. āHe couldnāt stop looking at you.ā His hands roam, warm and steady, anchoring Simon in place.
This was meant to be self-gratifying sex. Quick. Against the wall. Done and over with and then Wilhelm would leave.But brushing his nose against Willeās and running a hand through the hairs at the back of his neck is strangely soothing too.Ā
Simon tilts his head, a teasing lilt in his tone. āDid he look irritated?ā
Wilhelm smirks, brushing his nose against Simonās. āHe looked like he wanted to be alone in a room with you.ā
Simon wonders if he can merge his entire body with Willeās, removing the space between them. All he can do right now is press closer, āIād rather have been alone in that room with you.ā
Wilhelm laughs softly, his lips grazing Simonās neck. āHeās your ex, isnāt he?ā
āYeah,ā Simon admits, his breath hitching as Wilhelmās teeth graze his skin. āHeās a dick.ā
Wilhelm hums in response, his hands sliding lower. Simon melts, fingers threading through brown hair. For a moment, everything else fades āthe meetings, the tension, the people outside the door who had no idea.
āHow long do you have?ā Wilhelm murmurs, voice a low rumble.
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What if instead of Simon and Wilhelm joining Sara and Felice on their little road trip at the end, it's Stella, Fredrika and Madison?
Canon divergence starts when the girls are showing up with their suitcases, ready to leave and Felice tells them she doesn't want to go and after the first protest they actually really talk for once and then they all decide to not go to NYC either but instead go travel together in Sara's old car. There's a bit of apprehension at first from both sides but a willingness for things to be better again and during the trip they get to reconcile with Sara and learn and grow more and rebuild their friendships or even deepen them and meanwhile Stella and Fredrika also figure out their new sorta relationship on this journey to "anywhere".
A little (delayed) 'what if' fic idea for the yrweek @youngroyals-events
I feel like posting old excerpts from book-inspired fic is allowed, isnāt it? Thank you to @youngroyals-events for hosting YR week with this delightful prompt!
So as it happens, the entirety of Heart and Homeland is book-inspired and maybe a bit period drama inspired as well. Thereās some Austen, some Dumas and Hugo, some Age of Sail type stuffā¦ and yes, there is BrontĆ« influence as well.
A lot of BrontĆ« elements appear in Saraās storyline. Sara begins the fanfic as the governess to Feliceās younger sisters (one has no choice but to become a poor governess, when oneās father has disgraced the family) and sheās constantly having brushes with the Gothic and the capital-R Romantic. The first scene where she and August interact was heavily inspired by Jane Eyre, because well, it just makes sense!
This is from fairly early on in the story. You donāt need much additional context at this point except that a) Feliceās parents have arranged her engagement to August and Felice is increasingly aware of the part where she doesnāt like him at all, b) Micke has run off and spent what little of Saraās dowry exists, and c) August recently paid off Simon to be his second on a duel, a role which Simon took on to try and get back money for Saraās dowry.
Hope everyone enjoys. Happy reading!
SARA ERIKSSON TO FELICE EHRENCRONA
December 11, 1808
My only and dearest friend,
My hands have only just stopped shaking enough that I can write. Let me begin by saying how sorry I am that I have wronged you, and that I do not think apologies alone will be enough to help me atone. The facts are, Felice, that I have revealed one of your secrets, angered your intended, and likely jeopardized your engagement. I did not mean to, but it happened before I realized what I was doing. Mamma often says to me,Ā Sara, you must be softer in how you say things, for if you are always so blunt you will one day crush some hopeful young manās spirit.Ā Today, her prophecy came true, though not in the manner that she prophesied it. I am so upset now that I cannot speak, as much as I might try, so instead I will write an account of what happened. Perhaps it will also be my final farewell to you, for when Ćverstinna Ehrencrona discovers what I have done, she will surely let me go and I will lose my place teaching your sisters. Worst yet, I will lose your love and affection, which is the only fate I deserve.
If I had not stayed late at Mammaās after church today, I might never have made such a grave mistake. I didnāt mean to, except that my visit started off with bad news. I will not trouble you with the details of it, except to let you know that Pappa has wronged us yet again. Mamma and Simon needed to settle me down as they always do. Eventually I was able to talk and laugh with them as we ate off Farmorās old china plates. There is something about those plates that always makes me feel elegant when there is precious little elegance in my life otherwise. I left Mammaās house when the sun was just beginning to set, perhaps too confident in my ability to walk alone.
Presently I was approached by a horse and its rider, and after a moment I recognized both for who they were. First, the horseāan Andalusian, smoky black in color. Next, the riderāwho happened to be your intended. You must know, Felice, that I have not made a habit of remembering his features, as to look too much or too closely seems overly forward for a girl of my social status. Nevertheless the moment he spoke to me it put a familiar odd lightness in my stomach, and I recognized him then. He dismounted his horse and informed me (as if I did not know) that I was the Ehrencrona sistersā governess and that, on account of our destinations being the same, he could see me safely back to your familyās estate. We agreed to make an exchange where he would carry my lantern and parcels, and, on account of my being better with animals, I would lead his horse along the path. I saw no way to politely decline this arrangement, especially since we were walking in the same direction. He did briefly mention being in my brotherās debt for some favor or another, but switched to other subjects of conversation when I pressed him for more information.
I did not expect him to attempt conversation with me during our walk. (I would have been perfectly content to instead whisper directions and encouragement to his horse the entire time, and I did do thatāin Spanish, of course, since that must be the ancestral tongue for Andalusians, and surely they find something comforting about hearing it.) Your Greve Horn boasted a great deal about his achievements at school and his friendship with the late crown prince, always asking what I thought as if he expected a certain answer. Only I, for my part, could not quite fathom what that answer was. I daresay he thought me shy, as so many already do, although I do not think he minded for it was clear he wanted to talk more than listen. At one point he did kick at the ground and say he hated the woods, so perhaps he also wished to distract himself from his surroundings.
If only he had not asked about you and I being confidantes. Oh, Felice! Here is where I betrayed you. The moment I answered that yes, I considered you my dearest friend, his inquiries regarding you grew more frenzied and numerous. He wanted to know how you spoke of him in his absence, and ifāfor whatever reasonāyouād brought up the unseen Prince Wilhelm to me like you did to him in your letters. Greve Horn mentioned that youād been cold, distant, reserved etc with him lately, and begged me to supply a reason for your behavior.
I should not have said what I said next. In retrospect, I wish I had not. But the truth burst forth, and, lacking the delicacy you yourself would have employed when making such a declarationāI told him that you were not at all in love with him.
During our talks late at night, you have often mentioned that Greve Hornās temper betrays a hint of boyishness, and not in the most charming manner. I saw evidence of that this evening, as his mouth curled into a strange sort of pout, and I am afraid to admit that my own first instinct was rather childish, since I dissolved into laughter. Drawing himself to his considerable height, Greve Horn called me a foolish girl who knew nothing. He insisted that I must be wrong, that of course you loved him because you had accepted his offer. Undeterred, I reminded him that your parents had arranged the engagement and, although you consented to it, very few people feel an ardent and instantaneous love from such arrangements. Upon reflection, this was the wrong thing to say in the moment, but I could not then cease my argument. I offer no excuses for my behavior except that first, I was perhaps seized by some ungodly impulse that made me chatter without stopping, and second, that your intendedās understanding of marriage was deeply flawed and needed to be corrected.
I nevertheless do know how it stings to be laughed at, so I understand why Greve Horn immediately took back his horse and galloped away, leaving me to return to your familyās estate on my own. (He was so obviously wounded that even I could tell, and I did feel a little remorse for being the cause of that.) A trembling unsettledness came over me then, and only grew as I made my way back through the woods. That is why, once Iād come back, I chose not to partake in any evening meal and retired to bed early.
Alone in my room, I am now forced to confront the full horror of what I have done to you. I can hear my mammaās voice reprimanding me in my head for everything that I said and did in the woods. Yes, Felice, you did tell me that you were not in love with him, and that is the truth. But you also mentioned that for your parentsā sake you were going to try and love him, and that you felt a great responsibility in establishing this connection for your familyās continued prosperity. With my actions, I have made this infinitely more difficult for you, and perhaps even done irreparable damage to your relationship. And you have been such a patient and generous friend! How could I have done that? I donāt think I can forgive myself for it as long as Iām alive. Stupid, wicked Sara!
You do not need to forgive me, Felice. If you were to slap me across the face, it would be an act of mildness and mercy at this point. If only there were some way I could fix the mess that I created.
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phewww... *glances at clock* I made it somehow. This is just a silly tooth rotting fluff and very short Simon birthday one shot, but it's for prompt #2 or Young Royals Week 2025 : Before/after (before the show started or after it ended, pre or post-canon) @youngroyals-events I choose to work with after!
It's been pulled together in a short 30 minutes, and it's definitely nowhere near good, but it's something!
Thank you for reading if you do choose to read this one<33
