Simon x Wilhem Oneshots 👑💕

Tied together

Based on the head cannon that Simon can't tie a tie so Wilhem does it for him (does the title seem more creative now 😭)

Wilhems POV:

"Hey are you ready yet?" I called out to Simon. We were getting ready for dinner with my parents for my mother's birthday. Although I still kind of hate it there, we still go back to the palace when we have to. I still have a room there and we will be staying in there for the weekend.
"Yep...one second!" He called back. About two minutes passed before I called out again.
"Simon?" I walked into the bathroom where he was stood facing the mirror fiddling with in his tie, frustrated.
"Simme?"
"Yeah..."
"Can you not tie a tie?" I say, giggling slightly. He stared at me through the mirror, which told me everything I needed to know. Throwing myself at him and wrapping my arms around his waist, I kiss his neck before murmuring,
"You're the cutest!" Then he turns to face me, moving my hands from his waist.
"Can you...um...help me?" He's too cute, I could just die.
"Of course!" I laugh, grabbing the tie and attempting to show him how to do it, but he doesn't appear to be paying attention. He barely even looks at what I'm doing, he just stares at me.
"Right, now you know how to do it, show me!" I chuckle, pulling it so it untied. Speechless, Simon just kisses me.
"I take it you didn't pay attention," I murmur into his mouth, to which he replies with a simple shake of the head.
"Yeah, I could tell,"
"You're such a tease! Can you just do it again?" Without even answering, I quickly re-tie it.
"Are you ever going to learn how to tie a tie?" I ask, genuinely curious as he's reached the age of 17 and still doesn't know how to do it.
"Not if I have you here to do it for me!" He smiles before kissing me quickly on the lips, "come on, we'll be late!"

Once we stepped outside of school, a classy black car was waiting for us.
"I told her not to send one!" I moan, throwing my head back in frustration. He just grabbed my hand, which instantly calms me. I open the door for him, then run round to get in.
"Good morning, your majesty, Simon," the driver says, pulling off as we slowly drove away.
"Please, call me Wilhem," I correct.
"Yes, my apologies, Wilhem." He smiles, but there's a sense of panic in his eyes, like he messed up. Everyone still treats me as if I'm above them when that's not what I want. I'm a normal person with normal human emotions. I just wish people would see me that way. Simon notices my immediately discomfort and holds his hand out, which I grab with a smile. With that I take out my phone and AirPods, offering one to Simon which he accepts, and we take it in turns playing music.

"Wilhem, Simon, we will be arriving shortly!" The driver informs us a while later.
"Thank you," I smile, sitting up a bit more in my seat pulling my phone from my pocket as I can feel it buzz in my pocket. It was my mum messaging me, letting me know a few photographers had gathered, as they knew both Simon and I would be returning to the castle for the weekend.
"All alright?" Simon asks, looking over at me.
"Yeah, Mum was just letting me know there are photographers gathered outside to see us" I say.
"Do you want me to cover or hide my face or?" He asks, concerned, "I know you do so?"
"You don't have to, I just don't like it so," I smile at him, placing my hand on his thigh to calm his thoughts.

When we pull into the driveway, I instantly see what mum was talking about. As discussed, I hold my hand up to cover my face and Simon faces away from the window. Then, we walked hand in hand to the door and entered. It was as I've always known it to be, the smell the slightly cold draft.
"Wilhem, darling!" Mum says coming up and hugging me. She's trying to be better, I can tell.
"Hello mum!" I say hugging her back. I could hear my dad greeting Simon too.
"Simon," my mother says shaking his hand, "right shall we go through!" My mother suggests and we all walk through to the small living room.

The celebrations are relatively boring, as it is the usual royal birthday, which is honestly no fun. The cake was nice though. Luckily, soon my parents excused themselves to their bedrooms, so myself and Simon do the same.

"It's not changed a bit!" I exclaim sitting down on my old bed. Simon comes and sits beside me.
"Is it weird being back here?" He asks, leaning his head sleepily on my shoulder. I reply with a simple mumble, which doesn't really mean anything because I don't really have an answer to that question.
"Do you wanna just go to bed?" He asks before placing a kiss on my lips and pushing me to lay down with him.
"We're still in our suits?" I chuckle. He replies by loosening my tie and throwing it on the floor, "I see you find it easier to take it off than put it on," I joke.
"Shut up and get ready for bed won't you!" He laughs pushing me away as I go to kiss him. He then gets up, rummages through the bag we brought and changes into one of my tops and some pajama shorts. He then throws mine in my direction, so I get changed into some pajama bottoms too and lay down in bed, waiting for him to rejoin me. When he does, he lays his head on my chest for a little while and moves lays beside me.
"Sleep well, I love you," I whispered when I could tell he was drifting off and then I place a kiss on his forehead, "Simme."
"Mm," he grumbles.
"I love you"
"Goodnight, I love you too," he says before inhaling heavily and resettling. I just wrap my arms around his waist and attempt to fall asleep too.