I will take the pieces, put them back together Even when the grass isn’t green enough Taking all the branches, build ourselves a mansion Love you in the way that you needed love.
Love Conquers All. PG, Wille/Simon, romance/fluff, future fic (part of the Interview-verse).
When Prince Ludvig finished speaking, […] it was finally Simon’s turn. He stood by his seat between his husband and the Prince Consort, waiting for the applause to die down and for a microphone to be placed in front of him. He still looked a little nervous, but not overly so that an untrained eye might catch it.
