Simon x Wilhem Oneshots 👑💕

Nail Polish

Simons POV:

"Rise and shine" he whispers into my ear, then gently kissing behind my ear. My eyes quickly glance at the clock, which reads 7:56.
"Why the hell are you waking me up so early?" I whine. He looks around, as if finding a reasonable excuse somewhere around the room.
"I didn't want you to miss breakfast?" He says, questioning whether it's a good enough answer, to which I shake my head.
"Nope, we wake up at half 8 for that, so can I sleep for another half an hour." I say cozying deeper into the mattress and pulling the cover up to my chin, which is whipped straight off me again.
"Simme, I know what we can do today!" He says in an extra cheery voice that's quite sickening so early in the morning. He props himself up on his elbow.
"You know how you said you wanted to paint your nails yesterday?" He asks and I slowly nod whilst rubbing my eyes in attempt to get them to adjust to the light, "can I do them for you?" He finally asked, to which again all I can seem to do is nod.

Obviously, Wille was right and we did have to go get breakfast, we just went down earlier this morning. I had some pancakes with chocolate syrup and strawberries and Wille was boring and had cereal. However, that's quite irrelevant, isn't it. All throughout breakfast, though, we talked about the fact that Wille wanted to do my nails. We also discussed the fact that he has never done anyone's nails ever, and has one ever had his done by Felice. Luckily or unluckily for me, we will see later, Wilhem was set on the idea of doing them.

"What colour do you want? We can go and get it from Felice on the way back to my dorm!" He asked as he shoved another spoonful of his cereal into his mouth. I took a moment to think about it before deciding on the most obvious colour choice for me.
"Guess," I say, biting into a strawberry.
"Purple." He says deadpan, "that's boring you always pick purple!"
"Wille, I've literally never done my nails before, so how can I always pick purple?" He gives me a look of  'wait a minute I'm thinking' which was very quickly followed by another look of 'yep, you have a good point'.
"You usually pick purple though if we have to pick colours for something," he says.
"Maybe that's because it's my favorite colour!" I laugh, getting up and placing my empty plate on the table, and quickly followed by Wille who leans over me to put his bowl down.
"Come on then," he says pulling my hand so I'm forced to quickly walk down to the girls dorm.

When we reach the manor house dorm block, he knocks enthusiastically on the door, which opens a few moments later.
"Hey," Felice smiles, "come on in!" She says and we follow her in. Me a lot more tentatively than Wille, as he's been in here before.
"We're just here for some nail stuff," he says going to a corner of the room where there is a little basket filled with tiny bottles of colour.
"Take what you need! Are you sure you can do it though? I can do it for you!" She asks, taking a seat on her bed and going on her phone.
"Nope, we're fine! But thanks!" He says turning back around after rummaging and collecting what he needed. He then wraps his arms over my shoulders and sways us both.
"Alright we better get going, thanks Felice!" He says turning us both so we are leaving.
"Good luck, Simon!" She shouts after us.
"Thanks, I'll need it!" I shout back.

"Are you ready yet!" He says excitedly. As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Wille, who had set up his desk to be like a mini nail parlor.
"This is the cutest thing ever" I laugh. He indicates for me to take a seat, so I do.
"What color would you like sir?" He asks in an overly posh, very put on, voice. I sarcastically take a look around the table, seeing one color.
"I think I might have to have that one," I laugh, pointing to it.
"Great!" He smiles, "first we need to prep your nails!" He says grabbing a nail file and gently picking up my hands to shape my nails.
"Done!" He announces, "next step, I kiss every nail!" I laugh as he gently gives every single one of my nails.
"And nail artists do this? Felice does this to you when she does yours?" I laugh, knowing the answer.
"Yeah obviously, I didn't do it just because I wanted to kiss you!" He says in a sarcastic tone whilst rolling his eyes. I lean forward and kiss the sarcasm off of him.
"That bitch has been kissing my boyfriend," I whisper gently, laughing, which makes him chuckle also, "come on then, carry on with your job!" He picks up the little bottle and applies a thin layer of color to my nail.
"Hold still!" He says and continues to paint the rest of my nails. Once he's done, I hold them up in front of my face to admire his work.
"They look good, better than expected," I say.
"Don't touch them yet! And they're not done I still need to do another coat yet!" He says and indicates that I should put them down on the desk, which I do. About a minute later be carefully checks whether the colour is dry.
"Coat two time!" He says and re-opens the bottle and repeats the process again until my nails are a nice shade of purple.
"See, I told you I could do it!" He says, proudly.
"Yeah they're good!" I smile, "try do your own now!" I laugh, but he just looks annoyed. I throw my arms around him.
"I'm joking!" I say before kissing behind his ear.
"Can you do mine? Then we can have matching nails!" He smiles and so that's what we spend the rest of the morning doing.