Young royals one-shots<3

prinsessa<3

||top Simon|| ||bottom wilhelm||

Wille's lying on Simon's bed, flipping through a magazine as they carefully paint their nails. Madison gave them a new bottle a few days ago and ever since Simon showed them how, they've been trying to get better at it. Their nails sparkle a brilliant blue as they run the brush down them a couple times. It's a little unsteady, the polish getting on the skin at the sides in a couple spots, but he manages to apply an even coat to both hands. Carefully, he screws the lid back on, setting the bottle on the nightstand, and turns the page without getting blue everywhere.

Simon's at his desk, the sounds of shouting and gunfire filtering through his headphones. Wille isn't sure if he's playing Call of Duty or Grand Theft Auto—Simon loves them both and he's never figured out the difference despite multiple explanations—but it's been almost 2 hours since he logged on and Wille is getting bored. There's only so many times he can check Twitter and shift through the gossip magazines Simon buys out of (valid) paranoia.

When Simon's starts frantically shouting down the microphone at Ayub and Rosh, Wille looks up. The little people on the screen are running around like crazy and it's flashing red every few seconds. The magazine abandoned, they watch carefully as the scenery changes wildly. It's so hard to follow the movements on Simon's screen, especially when it's split between his teammates, and Wille's not entirely sure which view is Simon's but it looks like they're escaping whatever threat they just ran into.

"Simme," he says, trying to catch his boyfriend's attention. "Simme!"

"Huh?" Simon glances at him briefly, still pressing buttons quicker than Wille can track. "Wille, what's up?"

"Are you winning?" They ask. Simon's cursing answers their question. They wait a few minutes before repeating it.

"Sorry nene," Simon says, his fingers flying across the controller. "Uhhh, ja! Ja, we are winning now."

"Simme, I'm bored," Wille says, pulling himself off the bed and pressing against the back of the chair, draping his arms over it to pluck at Simon's sweater, careful of the drying polish.

"Uhh if you give me a few minutes..." Simon bites his lip as the gunfire starts up again, his voice trailing off. Wille huffs and switches tactics, moving around the side of the chair to press kisses against Simon's neck. "Wille...Wille I need to..."

"Hmm? You need to what?" Wille mutters against his skin, sliding their hand around to lightly play with Simon's hair.

"Ayub shut up," Simon huffs into the headset and Wille laughs, nipping at soft skin under his mouth. "Ugh...Wille please...I need to win this, prinsessa."

They both freeze.

Wille slides away from Simon, leaning against the desk as he stares with wide eyes at him. Simon's hands are finally still, the sound of Ayub and Rosh's raucous laughter through the tiny headphone speakers filling the silence as he returns Wille's wide-eyed look.

"Uhhhh," Simon swallows, wincing a little as the sounds suddenly shut off and the screen changes, the defeat music replacing the gunfire. "Wille I didn't mean..."

"Nej, nej, wait." Wille holds up a hand as he contemplates the nickname. Shocking as it is, he doesn't entirely hate it. If it were anyone but Simon, he'd probably be a little upset, but he knows Simon sees him as he is, beyond the crown. Besides, no one but a few queer news sites have referred to them as a princess since they came out and said they were okay with feminine terminology. It's not like the word prince, which has been hanging over their head since birth. "Say it again. In a sentence."

Simon slips the headset off, exiting the game. Wille watches as he carefully examines them for sincerity before nodding. "Um, are you okay prinsessa?"

Wille shivers a little. Yup. Definitely an okay word. Simon seems to be holding his breath as they step away from the desk, moving closer to their boyfriend.

"Seriously, are you okay with it?" Simon asks as they grab onto the armrests, leaning down to face level.

"Ja. More than okay," they say softly, and Simon sighs in relief.

"Good, cause I was a little worried for a second there that I'd triggered a panic attack and—"

"Shhh," Wille says, bringing a finger up to rest against Simon's lips and silencing him. "One more time."

Simon's eyes widen for a fraction of a second as he finally realizes what's going on. Wille smiles as his eyes immediately darken and the lips under his fingertip part in surprised understanding. They curve into a smile and Wille feels like he's lit up with anticipation.

"Come here prinsessa," Simon says, a teasing lilt to his words. Wille replaces his finger with his lips, pressing Simon back into the chair as he climbs on, straddling his lap. It's awkward, Wille almost falling off because desk chairs aren't made to support two teenagers on top of each other, but Simon's arms lock behind their back and they mold themself to him, holding on to the back of the chair for balance.

The video game is completely forgotten as they trade kisses. It's soft and sweet and sensual, and Wille can hear, can feel Simon muttering words against his lips, the majority of which seem to be various combinations of, "Wille, prinsessa, min prinsessa, fuck, jag älskar dig."

An hour later they're lying in Simon's bed, his head on their chest as he draws lazy patterns over their bare skin

"So prinsessa is definitely an approved pet name?" Simon asks, snuggling closer to them. Wille laughs and runs their hand through his hair, scratching lightly at Simon's scalp in the way he likes.

"That's an understatement," he says, relaxing into the pillows more as he studies Simon's form laying across him. "Oh shit."

"Vad?" Simon says, shooting up in alarm. Wille throes his head back, laughing as Simon frowns. "Wille, what happened?"

"You messed up my nails!" Wille says, shoving his hands in Simon's face. The blue sparkles are smudged and wrinkled in the way that nail polish moves when the bottom coat isn't quite dry under the top coat.

"Pfft, you did that yourself," Simon says, laughing as he shoves Wille's hands away. "Don't be such a prinsessa."

The messed up nails are forgotten as Wille pulls him into another kiss.

Notes:

Spanish
Nene - slang term meaning baby, honey, sweetie, etc

Swedish
Ja - Yes
Nej - No
Min - my
Jag älskar dig - I love you
Vad - What