『〔Solangelo One Shots〕』

How Did This Happen?

Felt that. Anyway-
Just read "Playing the Palace" in under 7 hours, so I'm hyped as fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. (Also read Carry On in like 6, but shhhhh this one's not about it)

Also, the character don't really act like this canonly, I just... idk it's a fanfic, man.

So this is technically my take on Playing the Palace, but obviously Solangelo and my inclusions.
For those who don't know what the book is about, here's the plot:
•Prince is openly gay
•meets an American gay guy who got cheated on
•fall in love
•fight to get approval from media and family
•lots of secondhand embarrassment... like a lot
     •I'm not going to be writing second hand embarrassment stuff, simply bc I hate it when it happens. So I won't make you suffer.
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I don't know what's worse. Somehow meeting a prince at my workplace, or meeting the crowned prince of the fucking most well known monarchy in the planet. I really don't know.

I work as a venue planner, and my assignment has been overlooking the layout and look of the venue for my client, His Royal Highness, Prince William Solace. As he was (what I assume) looking around, he accidentally bumped into me as I was checking everything before the party in a few hours.

"I'm sorry-" he said. Why must he be so fucking hooooooot.

"You're good," I smiled. "Ah, I'm the one who's planning and decorating your birthday celebration."

"Ah, I see," Will smiled. "Thank you for that."

Fake smile. "Fake." I blurted. Oh, shit.

"Pardon?" Will asked. He smiled again in confusion.

"I-I'm sorry- uh, I was talking about how... your smile is fake..." Am I gonna get arrested for calling a prince 'fake'?

"I-"

"If you show a bit more teeth and squint your eyes a bit more, it's more believable." Nico, you're gonna get beheaded if you don't SHUT UP.

"Like this?" Will smiled again. Shit, he's really, really hot.

"Yup." Contain the gay, Nico, contain the gay.

"Take it from the person who organizes rich people and their kids's parties and they ask to put make up on you for the whole night." I joked.

"Oh. Thank you... also, I didn't fake smile because I didn't care if you were planning my party- it's just a habit-"

"It's fine, I get it," I shrugged. Play it cool... play it cool!!!

We both stood in silence for a bit before I had to leave. "I have to do a run through of the venue. I'll see you later, Your Highness."

"Wait- what's your name?"

"Nico, Prince William. Nico Di Angelo," I smiled my own fake smile. His impressed face showed me I pulled it off. "See you are the party, Your Highness."

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I have just been informed that I'm not going to be attending the party. Piper, my boss, told me that since I organized it, she can take over during the party because of her "people skills".

I know this is bullshit because she really just wants to meet/see the prince (don't try to hide it, Piper, I know you too well).

Now, I sit in my single apartment, watching romcoms with popcorn and a glass of wine in my hand, wearing hot pink pajamas. Of course, you would never see me like this in public, no, no, no. I have a reputation to uphold, an image (this is also bullshit, I wear what I grab out of my closet).