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He wasn’t sure how he and Simon had gotten from their fight in the locker room to that kiss last night, but he honestly couldn’t wait to talk to Simon and find out what was next. He hoped them kissing each other meant that they could have a fresh start — that they would figure things out together.
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Or, a re-telling of Simon and Wille’s reconnection post Wille’s denial and Simon’s rebound attempt with Marcus.

The story starts with the events of the Valentine Ball. There will be POV switches between Wille and Simon, and there will be a lot of exploration of each of their internal worlds and feelings. Eventually this will diverge from canon in consideration of where Wille’s speech at the Jubilee Celebration leaves them, but mostly I hope to fill in the processing and emotion that drove both characters in S2. There will be some angst, but it will be there to help propel each of their healing journeys — as individuals, and as a couple. And there will also be fluff and light smut to balance out the heavier aspects of this story. *The tags and rating may be adjusted as we go along.

Notes:

Hello! This is my first fanfic. Admittedly, this type of writing isn’t my comfort zone; however, Young Royals and Wilmon have had such a tight grip on me, and I’d like to explore that creatively. I’ll be writing this as we go along, so I’m not sure how long it will take me between updates, but I think publishing this first chapter will help keep me accountable for sharing it in the first place, and for writing more. I’ve spent the past few months reading so many fics here, and I continue to be impressed by everyone’s creativity and writing prowess. It’s a bit scary to contribute my story, but I hope people enjoy it! Please feel free to give me constructive feedback and/or come talk with me on socials — @escapethrustory on both Twitter & Tumblr.

Thank you so much to Rose, Flavia, and Jen for being my first readers for the chapter; I truly appreciate your feedback and encouragement.

Chapter Text

Wille’s POV

Wille blindly groped around his desk for his phone so he could snooze his alarm. He really needed to process what had happened last night. Despite the early hour, he (for maybe the first time in more than a month), was looking forward to attending classes. Attending classes meant he’d see Simon.

Simon had kissed him last night — really kissed him. Just when he had left the ball because he had decided to let Simon be happy with Marcus, Simon came outside to find him and kissed him passionately, with so much want and heat. It had felt like Wille could finally breathe again.

Before last night’s kiss, Wille had started to accept that he would never get to have Simon that way again. He had even started to wish that he could forget what it felt like, because maybe then he would feel less tortured when he saw Simon—or his lips. He regretted a lot of what had happened with Simon, but probably most of all he regretted that when Simon had kissed him that day in his room before he left to go to the palace for that dreadful interview, he didn’t know that it would be their last kiss for months (or possibly ever)… If he had known, he would have taken more time to enjoy it and deepened the kiss from a chaste peck to one that was more passionate. In hindsight, he hadn’t kissed Simon nearly enough while he had the chance. After their first kiss, Wille had stupidly said that they should forget about it, but the irony was that the kisses he shared with Simon were anything but forgettable. They made his whole body shiver with anticipation. Simon’s kisses made everything in his world brighter, and he hated that he wasted any time he could have spent doing that. He regretted that he ever pushed Simon away and tried to deny that he was “like that.”

Wille first left the ball before the performance, but Simon had followed him outside and exasperatedly told him, “I’m just trying to move on…” and then he stepped painfully close to Wille and said, “Everything just went wrong between us…” Wille hadn’t been able to ignore the fact that Simon was trying to move on; he had already seen for himself that Simon was singing on karaoke dates, flirting through text messages, kissing after rowing competitions, and now dancing at school balls. The truth is he hadn’t been able to think about much else, let alone not see it. Wille had felt left behind — still stuck inside the memories of his and Simon’s brief time together. So, yeah, he definitely knew that Simon was “just trying to move on,” but what he didn’t know is why Simon had sought him out again when he had already told him to be happy with Marcus.

It was like time stood still and Wille’s brain stopped working when Simon started to lean in and paused there mere inches from his face. Wille had let Simon take the lead in the kiss. Wille wouldn’t dream of initiating a kiss with him — as much as he had wanted to every time they’d breathed the same air. When Simon stepped closer, Wille had resisted the urge to kiss him — even though every muscle and fiber of his being itched to press his lips on Simon’s. In a way, it reminded him of their first kiss. When Wille had needed a moment to breathe – a moment to slow down before he could decide to kiss Simon back – Simon had given it to him. They had rested there with their foreheads against one another until Wille could gather the resolve to join his lips with Simon’s. Last night Wille had given Simon that same moment to breathe and collect himself so that he could decide whether they would kiss or not. The smell of his citrus shampoo flooded Wille’s nose when Simon stood that close, and Wille had wanted to nuzzle into those soft curls and breathe everything in the way he had in his dreams nearly every night.

But thank the gods — thank everyone — that Simon had kissed him after all. Wille had just left the ball believing that everything between Simon and him was finished once and for all. Wille loved him and wanted to be with him, but he had decided to let him go — thinking that it was what was best for Simon, and that it was what he wanted. If Simon wanted to move on, Wille didn’t want to hold him back — especially when he couldn’t offer the same things that Marcus could. As much as Wille wanted to be with Simon, he knew that he had hurt him and still couldn’t come out the way that he would need to love Simon out in the open.

He knew that they had reached an impasse in their time together. As much as seeing Simon with Marcus had hurt, he could finally see that he gave him something that Wille couldn’t. It’s not that he didn’t want to — of course he did. He wasn’t ashamed of Simon or being with him. If he could live a damn normal life and not have whole teams of people deciding every choice down to his wardrobe, he would. Wille could see now that him asking Simon to wait for him and settle for only having him behind closed doors was so unfair to Simon. Simon was joy personified, and joy shouldn’t be restricted and contained. Seeing Simon across that dance floor with Marcus, Wille saw that he had found someone who made him smile — and everyone else could see it too. That was the point… That was the moment he knew for sure that he had missed his chance; Simon had moved on.

Wille stepped into the shower as he thought about the sinking feeling he had in his gut when he walked outside last night. He had just told Simon that he knew Simon didn’t love him anymore and that he wouldn’t bother him anymore. Telling Simon that his boyfriend seemed nice was like swallowing glass, but he couldn’t let Simon know how much it hurt to see him with someone else when he knew it was his own actions that had set that in motion. He hadn’t understood how Simon had possibly moved on that quickly, but when Simon had admitted that having space from him had been good and that Marcus gave him support that Wille didn’t, he knew that Simon didn’t want him anymore.

Wille had never been happier to be wrong… He didn’t know what it all meant yet, but it had to mean something. Simon wouldn’t just kiss him, right — not when things with Marcus seemed to be progressing?? He wasn’t sure how he and Simon had gotten from their fight in the locker room to that kiss last night, but he honestly couldn’t wait to talk to Simon and find out what was next. He hoped that them kissing each other meant that they could have a fresh start — that they would figure things out together. Maybe “trying to” move on and actually moving on were two different things…

Wille couldn’t help but smile broadly as he thought about what it felt like when their lips connected. By the end of it, he felt like his body had floated right off the ground. It had been like the love that he couldn’t show Simon had locked itself up inside him and sunk like a heavy weight inside his body. It took effort to walk around with that everyday, but kissing Simon had lifted that weight right off him.

Wille smiled just thinking about Simon’s shuddering breath that floated between them as they kissed and slotted together like two halves of the same puzzle. He was in a hot shower, but right now his insides felt warm and syrupy thinking about Simon’s kisses and the dazzling smile he flashed at him when they broke apart. Simon had come back to him last night, and Simon’s brighter-than-the-sun smile beamed straight at Wille when he performed his solo with the choir. Wille was so proud of Simon for writing that song, and he had never heard Simon sound better. Simon’s performance knocked the wind out of him and gave him head-to-toe goosebumps.

Wille had no intention of walking away if Simon still wanted him. Living without him had hurt so bad; it really had felt like he would die from having half his heart ripped out of his body and the air snatched from his lungs. If Simon would stand by his side, he would need to find a way to make room for Simon to be his whole self — not some half-hidden version of himself that was tame enough or acceptable enough for the rest of the world. Wille loved Simon; he loved their love, and he was tired of feeling like any of that had to be hidden or apologized for. They hadn’t done anything wrong, and if they had found their way back to each other, then this time he was going to fight for them. They’re in it together—for as long as Simon will have him. His mama and the royal court would just have to figure it out. If he could have Simon, he would find a way to be the Crown Prince they needed him to be. Having Simon’s support and love would mean everything.

Wille squared his shoulders as he walked into the dining room for breakfast and decided to make Simon a sandwich just like the one he made him the morning after Simon rescued him from the football field. Simon takes care of so many people, but Wille wanted to take care of Simon. Simon had to catch the bus to Hillerska so early every morning that Wille knew he didn’t always have time to eat. Wille wasn’t always so great about eating himself – mostly due to the stress that had been weighing on him – but he could make sure that Simon ate.

“Good morning,” Wille said to Walter, Henry, and Alexander as he sat down at the table. “Have fun last night?,” he asked Alexander as he sipped some coffee. “Alexander??”

Alexander stood up without answering and left the room.

Wille felt his eyes widen in confusion, and he shook his head no at Walter and Henry as they made a face and silently asked him what was up with Alexander. Before he could say anything, his phone chimed with a text message from Jan-Olaf.

Jan Olaf: Good morning, Crown Prince. The speech is attached. Start practicing. Don’t forget the tailor will be coming today.

Wille sighed deeply and snapped his phone shut, biting his thumbnail out of old habit. He knew that the Jubilee speech was looming, but he couldn’t help but feel like it was awful timing that he couldn’t even go one day figuring things out with Simon before the damn Royal Court and royal duties were mucking everything up again.

He would have to think about that later; Simon is more important.