#prince paul angst

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By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Part Six: New developments for Paul and his wife.

Notes/Warning: Sometimes one gets sent away early into their marriages. One does not refuse their queen…even her son.

18+ only please. Consensual. P in V sex.

Once again…ty so much for reading. ❤️s and reblogs are very appreciated. Along with any comments/feedback! Enjoy!

“Mother, there is no valid reason for me to go and see the Crimea.”

“You are the future king of Russia you need to visit your army.”

“I never did before.”

“Well, you are now married. The role has grown bigger.”

His fingers rolled into a fist and then relaxed before he did it again.”But my wife.”

Catherine made an exaggerated sound. “She will be fine without you.”

His mouth formed a line.

“She has her ladies and there is also the ones in court. She will be fine.”

“What if I don’t go?”

“I will make you.”

She looked up from the map that she had been hovering over. Her eyes were colder then the winter that would soon be upon them.

“When is my coach ready?” Defeat filled him. His mother won this round.

“Dawn.” She replied once again, she eyed the map.

He turned on his heal and left the room.

*******

The sun’s warmth fell over you, as you worked on a handkerchief. There was more you wished to do or to attend to, but with the possibility of Paul leaving; this distracted you. Your personal handmaiden’s words did not bring any reassurance.

The ladies of the court, had sly smiles splashed across their faces. Despite Paul, not paying them any mind. Some still hoped to garner him with their charms.

There was barely a sound, but you could tell that the huge doors near you opened. You glanced up. Relief filled you. Your heart began to pick up speed. It was Paul.

His hand cut through the air. The patter of boots and the swish of skirts filled their otherwise silent room. With a warmth only your handmaiden was possible to have, she closed the door.

Placing the needle, the cloth and thread aside and you got up. You barely took a few steps and you were in Paul’s arms. Despite your heart at quite the beat, your body relaxed.

“I have to go.” His breath felt warm on your throat.

You stiffened and felt as his hold tightened.

“I tried to refuse.”

“She’d never let you.”

He nodded. “Though I had to try.”

You pulled back enough, just enough to meet his eyes. There was hardly any of the warm brown. They had grown dark with his turbulent emotions over leaving.

“I will dispatch messengers with letters.” You promised

“They will return with my own letters.” He replied with his own, stepping aside he pulled off his waist coat, he tossed it onto a nearby chair.

“At least we have tonight. It will be a very lonely, few months.“

You knew it would be. But the knots in your stomach were still there and they hurt.

*******

As Paul moved above you, you tried to hold onto the moment. It hurt your heart to know you didn’t know when you would see your husband, your beloved again.

“I love you.” Paul, managed. His voice was tight with his pleasure.

His eyes met yours and just as your bodies were one, his lips met yours and the kisses you shared were rough, hungry.

“I love you.” You breathed, arching against him before kissing him again.

Your body tightened, your pleasure was growing sharper. Your moans grew louder.

“Sounds like you are growing close love, give yourself up to it. I want to feel you.”

“Yes, oh Paul!” You were breathless and you erupted in your pleasure. His name became a moan as you became undone.

Trembling you wrapped your arms around him. You held him close as he thrust into you chasing his own release.

Your sounds caused his own release to rip through from him. As your hearts beat hard, you melted in the afterglow of your passion.

*******

He held you close, his fingertips caressing your naked hip. “I don’t know how long I will be gone.” He finally said, resting his chin gently on the top of your head.

“I know. Alot of anguish will fill my heart till we can be together again.” You swallowed. “Is there no way you can have a coach come to retrieve me?” You glanced back at.

“No, he said softly. There have been several violent engagements along that border. I could not bare the idea of you being hurt or worse.”

You tightened your arm around his middle. Desperately, you didn’t want to let him go.

******

Be pressed a kiss to your bare knuckles as he held your hand through the open window of the carriage. Your eyes had filled with tears but you were not let them fall in front of Catherine or the court.

“I will think of you each day till we are together again.”

“And I shall as well.” You nodded.

He gave your hand a final squeeze, then glanced down. “Keep her safe boys.” He said softly to Soot and Cinder who sat proudly on either side of you. Grimacing, he tapped the roof of the coach and sat back into it. The coach man called out and you stepped back.

You waited till his coach passed the gates. Then turning with the hounds close on your heels you made quick haste back to your chambers.

******

Sitting at your vanity you finally let the tears come. With a shaky hand you pulled the pins from your hair. You would not leave your chambers today. A day for your heart was needed.

Looking down at your brush that sat on your vanity, you found a note scrawled sitting beside it. Your heart lifted. Your lips curved into a smile, making the tears pause as you read Paul’s sweet words of love.

******

A week later, when you found yourself lonely in court you had the letter tucked into your bodice and you didn’t feel so terribly alone. The other girls who vied for Paul’s affection or to catch Catherine’s eye giggled behind gloved hands and fans in one corner while you stood, occasionally glancing out the grand windows with your heart warmed by the sweet words Paul left you in that note.

*****

His lips were wrinkled in disgust as he stalked through the muddy ground. His men were in different to his presence. They barely took mind of him when he walked past them. It had been a very long week since the two of you said good bye. He was eager to return to you.

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[ho-for-joequinn-fics]

Paul thinking she wasn’t happy being married to him. Please 😩

our duty

pairing: prince paul (catherine the great) x fem!reader

word count: 5.2k

genre: angst, fluff, & smut

summary: your brief marriage to Prince Paul of Russia has consisted of minimal interactions between the both of you. you decide that confronting your husband was the only way to come to a conclusion of what your marriage would be.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI. cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, dirty talk.

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so PLEASE leave some feedback, it is very much appreciated.

You had spent the past month in preparation for your marriage to Prince Paul of Russia. It wasn’t a marriage you had any say in, not that most women did. Your parents were happy enough to marry you off to a wealthy man, let alone a Prince. It guaranteed them financial stability and a high reigning status. In their opinion, it was a win-win for everyone involved. They no longer worried about their reputation, you fulfilled your duty as a woman, and Paul would eventually receive an heir.

Your interactions with Prince Paul were minuscule and brief, consisting of simple introductions and hello’s. You couldn’t say whether you liked the man or simply tolerated him. Your opinions of him surrounded his seemingly tasteless personality. Paul was quiet, but not in a way that would conclude him as shy, no…it seemed as though he only interacted with those that he deemed ‘worthy’, and you? Well you had no idea where you were placed on that list. Surely not high.

Even on your wedding night, you barely spoke after the ceremony. The longest conversation you had was when Paul decided that you two would be retiring for the night, 

“I believe we both have had enough of these affairs today, we might as well retire for the night.” Paul spoke, his hands clasped behind his back as his eyes scanned the room, landing anywhere except your face. 

You weren’t surprised, he hadn’t even made eye contact with you earlier that day as you both stood in front of the priest. He had caused many thought’s to rush through your brain while the priest's mumbling echoed through the columns of your ears, ‘Was I pretty enough? Did he like my dress? God, my makeup must be horrid’. All the while, Paul kept his eyes on your cheek. 

You nodded at his request and gave a polite smile to the people around you, “Yes, of course.” You responded and let him lead the way to your bed chambers. 

It had been a whole week since the wedding, and the only words you exchanged were in passing. Paul spent most of his time in his office, working with finances or whatever it was a Prince did. You attended the introductions, meeting people of high standing. It was quite boring. At the end of the day you both would retire to your separate bed chambers, the only thing separating you was the large wooden door that connected both of your rooms. 

You were now pacing the hardwood floors of your room, thinking of a way, any way, that you could get Paul to like you. It was clear he didn’t, he couldn’t, not with the amount of time he spent away from you. You slid your hands down the front of your dress, as though it was a fragile piece of linen. 

It was an expensive gown, made of baby blue fabric that had a subtle shine to it. It was nicer than any other dress you ever had at home. Strands of your hair fell along your chest, detached from the bun you had diligently been forced to wear earlier that morning by your dressing maids. 

You took a deep breath and took the few brief steps towards the door that connected yours and Paul's room. You lifted your hand, placing a rhythmic knock along the hard wood with your knuckles. 

“Yes?” You could hear spoken from inside, causing your mind to flood with all the possible annoyances you had already caused Paul. Was he annoyed by the mere sound of your knock? Would he be annoyed by the sound of your voice?

You cleared your throat before speaking, “Can I come in?” You asked through the door, feeling as though it was silly to be acting like this with your husband. You were having a conversation through a door. After not hearing an answer, you snatched the door knob in your palm and turned it, pulling the door wide open. 

Paul was stood by the desk in his chambers, hands fiddling with multiple, seemingly important, papers. He was dressed as he would normally be in his boldly coloured suit, the decorative sword hanging from his hip. He lacked his obnoxious wig though, his soft brown curls on display. 

Paul looked up almost immediately when you opened the door, raising a brow on his pale face, “Is there something I could be of assistance with?” He asked, clearly not feeling the need to have a casual conversation with you. It wasn’t shocking. 

You shook your head and clasped your hands just below your breasts as you took a few steps into his bed chambers, your heels clacking softly, “We just haven’t talked much, or at all, really.” You began, your voice a bit shaky with unsurety, “I wanted to confirm that I hadn’t done anything wrong, to anger you. It’s just- I find it strange…”

Paul placed a hand on his hip and held his papers loosely in one hand, staring at you. You were framed perfectly in the large doorway, causing him to hesitate before speaking, “You find what strange?” He inquired, “I don’t have time for silly games.” 

Your mouth gaped open for a moment, not entirely expecting the attitude that was radiating off of Paul’s figure, “I find it strange that we haven’t spent time together,” You admitted, shaking your head a bit, “And I don’t just mean having dinner together or drinking tea, you haven’t even…we haven’t…” You trailed off, hoping Paul would know what you were getting at. 

He let out a low groan and threw his papers on his desk, both hands on his hips now, “Use your words, woman.” He demanded.

Your face grew red, the embarrassment of what you were going to say rushing through you as though it was in your blood, “We haven’t consummated our wedding.” You stated simply, picking at your fingernails anxiously, “Why?”

Paul tilted his head to the side as he listened to you speak. This was the first time that you actually felt as though he was listening to you, looking at you, and of course it had to be the one time you mentioned sex, “So that’s what you want? To have sex?” He asked you. It almost sounded as though he was teasing you. Amused at your expense.

You shook your hand and breathed deep, causing your breasts to push against the neckline of your dress, “No,” You challenged, shaking your head, “Why did you marry me? Did you even want a wife? It feels as though you see me as nothing more than a stranger.” 

Paul took slow and steady steps towards you, but he kept a fair amount of distance, “Did I want a wife?” He asked, clarifying your question, “It doesn’t matter if I wanted a wife, does it? It is my duty to marry, and you are the one I married.”

You dropped your hands to your side, looking up at Paul's face, “I am nothing more than a duty?” You tested, letting the small amount of anger slip past your lips in a hiss, “That is not how a marriage works, Paul. Not how it should work. My duty is to give you an heir, so why haven’t you touched me? You haven’t even held my hand!”

Paul watched you as though you were a toddler throwing a tantrum, a brow cocked in amusement, “You are a fiery woman.” He stated simply, his eyes examining over your body swiftly, “Our marriage has no need to consist of those things, not until it is necessary.” 

You knitted your brows together, causing a crease to form between them, “Until it is necessary?” You repeated, shaking your head softly, “Without any care, you have subjected both of us to a life without love? Why won’t you try, Paul? Can you not see yourself loving me?”

Paul suddenly stepped closer to you, a gentle grasp making its way around your jaw. It wasn’t aggressive, not like how you would have expected from Paul, it was calm and soft, “Have I said that I do not love you?” He asked, his brown eyes gazing into yours for what felt like the first time. 

You shook your head and felt yourself shudder slightly under Paul’s touch, “You haven’t said that you do…” You whispered, your breath cascading over Paul's hand that held your jaw, “You do not act like you love me. You refused my gaze on our wedding night. You haven’t had a conversation with me that has been anything more than formalities. You sleep in the room right next to mine though you have yet to come visit me. You expect me to believe that you love me?” 

“You want that from me?” Paul inquired, moving his hand so he was cupping your cheek, “You want me to tell you how intimidated I was by your beauty? How I was sure you must have had a love back home, someone you were longing to hold again? How every night I dreamt of the way you looked in that white dress?”

You felt confusion invade your features, spilling itself across your forehead, “You dreamt of me?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You saw the pure expression of admiration on Paul’s face, the way his eyes wandered over your sparse freckles, occasionally splitting down to your collarbone. 

“Everynight.” Paul repeated, nodding, “I believed you wouldn’t want me to touch you, or to even look at you. You were so beautiful at our wedding…Like an angel.” Paul's demeanour had seemed to switch swiftly from that of teasing and mockery, to pure longing. 

You reached up, letting your hand fit perfectly against Paul's jaw, your thumb stroking against his skin, “Why didn’t you just try?” You asked him, noticing the quick splash of fear in his eyes. 

“A forced marriage isn’t exactly a woman’s dream.” Paul joked, letting his hands mould onto the waist of your dress, bringing you closer to his body with a careful tug.

You couldn’t help but smile at his stupidity. He believed you wouldn’t want him? Had he seen himself? You tilted your head to the side, “Are you telling me that you do indeed love me?” You finally coaxed. 

Paul leaned into the touch of your hand, “Completely.” He whispered before leaning forward, securing your lips in a long awaited kiss. His lips were soft like silk as they moved against yours, his hands tightening themselves on your waist, “I’m sorry I left you waiting.” He apologized through kisses. 

Your stomach fluttered as his sudden display of longing, the way his hands grabbed at you as if you were his life line, “You’re here now.” You replied before slipping your hands to his jacket, pushing it down his shoulders so it hung at his elbows. 

“Eager.” Your husband spoke with a hint of playfulness, causing you to gently push his chest. Paul took off his jacket and let it hit the floor before slipping his hands to the back of your dress, his fingers playing out over the buttons that secured your bodice, “They make these as difficult as possible…” 

You looked up at Paul before turning around so your back was facing him. He lifted his hands to your neck, pushing away the stray strands of hair that had fallen from your bun. He leaned over you, placing a delicate kiss where your collarbone and shoulder meet. Paul worked his fingers down the row of buttons, swiftly getting them undone so he could push your bodice down. 

You blushed at the circumstances, feeling as though this was too much work, it would have been easier in your nightgown, “I should have visited you later tonight.” You whispered softly as another gentle kiss landed on the back of your neck, causing you to let out a content sigh. 

The cold air hit your chest, leaving goosebumps behind in its wake. You helped Paul push your bodice down your body, your skirt following. The material hit the wood floor, leaving you in your undergarment and heels. 

“No, now was the perfect time.” Paul responded, his breath moving across the back of your neck and along your shoulders. He placed his hands on your covered hips, the only thing separating his calloused hands from your soft skin being the thin material of cotton you wore. Paul pressed his chest to your back, pressing his lips to the spot just behind your ear, “You’re so beautiful…”

You turned in Paul's arms, looking up at him with those soft eyes he had fallen for the moment he saw you for the first time. You smiled sheepishly, “All I wanted was to be in your arms. To have you hold me.”

Paul raised a brow and looked down your body curiously, “That’s all?” He teased before taking your hand, leading you closer to his bed. He swiftly pushed your thighs against the edge of his mattress, causing you to fall back onto his bed, “I find it hard to believe that all you wanted was for me to hold you. You came in here raving about sex, surely that has to do with it as well, no?”

A tint of red quickly spread across your face as you rested on your elbows, allowing yourself to look at Paul from where he stood by your legs, “I…I was just confused…” You challenged nervously, shaking your head at the notion that what you wanted from him was sex. You wanted him, all of him. You wanted the longing gazes and the tantalizing touches. You wanted your fingers to be interlocked as you walked the halls of your home. 

Paul’s hands gripped one of your ankles before pulling off the heel that had been torturing your feet all day. His hot breath ran along your calf before he placed a clean kiss to your ankle, “Confused? Or curious?” He asked for clarification, but his tone held an underlying tinge of taunting. 

Your husband moved on to your other leg, taking off your painful shoe before placing a similar kiss to that ankle as well. He took his time to appreciate you, letting his undoubtedly hungry eyes scan your body similarly to the way he scanned boring documents. Paul snaked kisses along your calves, appreciating the silkiness of your skin.

Your eyes gazed at him, taking in his appearance. He looked like a painted portrait, the kind you would see in an age-old palace. The sun shining in from the windows illuminated his skin with a warm glow, his brown hair was effortlessly unstyled, and his bottom lip was pulled gently between his teeth as he focused his chocolatey brown eyes on your body. 

“Paul,” You started, your voice breathy and unsure, “I find it…unfair, that you are completely dressed.” You sucked in a deep breath, almost as though what you said was wrong, not something you were supposed to say. It was incredibly normalised for women to talk about how little they enjoyed their husbands touching them, how they simply let them get off as soon as possible, how they laid in the bed and let their husbands have their way, but you wanted to like it, love it even. 

Your husband didn’t attempt to hide the smirk that formed on his face at your discovery, “Well yes, you’re quite right.” He stated before gently letting your legs drop to the bed, his hands now sliding up the length of his torso. He started at his vest, unbuttoning it with delicate yet efficient fingers, throwing it to the floor once he was done. He was left in his cream undershirt and incredibly obnoxious green pants. Paul's hands slid under the hem of his pants though, pulling out his shirt so it was untucked. 

You craved him, the feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. You were aware of the intricacies of sex, not that you had ever experienced it, but spending your time as a rebellious young socialite had allowed you to hear some things along the way. 

You lifted yourself so you were sitting and moved closer to Paul, now kneeling on the mattress. Your hands lifted to the collar of his undershirt, playing with the frayed strings and loose stitching, “Do you want this?” You then inquired, letting your unsurety get the best of you, clouding your thoughts with unnecessary questions, “Do you want, or desire, to have sex with me?”

Paul’s eyes gaze down at you as though you were insane, his brows knitted across his forehead in a confused expression, “Do I want to? Darling, I’ve dreamt of this.” He admitted, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face. 

You instinctively leaned into his touch, looking at him through your lashes, “Then make your dream come to life…” You whispered, barely loud enough for either of you to hear, but Paul did, he heard you. 

And with that, he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate and hungry kiss, his other hand coming around your body, holding you close to him. The kiss alighted butterflies in your stomach, swirling angrily yet excitedly. Paul’s tongue along your bottom lip only made the feeling heavier, initiating a soft sigh to escape past your lips. Your tongues moved in sync, happily fighting as you tasted each other for the first time. 

Paul lifted your chemise, slowly pushing it up the length of your body, exposing your skin to the temperature of the room. You let him lift it over your head and immediately tucked your bottom lip between your teeth while he leaned back, taking you in. 

His eyes gazed at every inch of you, the whole of your body exposed to his longing eyes. He settled his hands on your hips, his rough fingers squeezing softly at your supple skin, “Even more beautiful than I had imagined…” He revealed, causing your heart to race. 

You moved your hands to Paul’s pants, unbuttoning them swiftly, “Take them off.” You commanded, earning a cheeky smile from your husband. He did as you said and took off his pants, sliding them down his legs before stepping out. His undershirt conveniently covered his groin, stopping at his mid thigh.  

Paul wrapped his arms around you and laid you on the bed, making sure to softly set your head on a pillow. He attached his lips to the column of your throat, leaving sloppy and wet splotches wherever he went. Paul neared your ear, his hot breath causing your body to shiver, “I like when you’re bossy.” He whispered, his words throaty. 

You moaned out as he nipped at your ear lobe, shifting his hips in between your legs. You could feel his growing erection as it pressed against your cunt, the wetness of your arousal spreading onto the length of it, “Paul…” You shuddered, his lips attacking your collarbone. 

He just hummed and moved his lips down your body, coming to your breasts. Paul sucked on the base of your breast before slowly taking your nipple into his mouth. He looked up at you with those beautiful brown eyes while continuing to assault your breast with his tongue. 

You moved a hand to his hair while your other rested on his shoulder, your fingertips digging into his skin, “Ah, fuck…” You moaned out, your eyes fluttering closed as your back arched. Paul swirled his tongue around your nipple, lightly nipping at it occasionally, eliciting gasps from your throat. 

“Open your eyes my love, look at me.” Paul urged, reaching the hand that wasn’t playing with your other breast, setting it on your jaw. He swiped his thumb along your bottom lip before pushing it past your parted lips, “Suck.”

You immediately did as he said, wrapping your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue along the tip of it while he tended to your other breast. Your moaning was muffled into hums as you watched Paul, his cheeks caving slightly while his lips secured themselves around your nipple. 

Paul placed a kiss in the middle of your chest and placed both of his hands under your knees, pushing your thighs closer to your torso as his plump lips moved closer to your clit. 

You gasped softly as the realization hit you, the realization of what Paul was going to do, “You don’t have to…” Your shaky voice offered. You knew men didn’t attend to their wives needs, just got on with what they wanted and finished quickly. Surely Paul was the same. 

Paul looked into your eyes from where his lips were connected just under your belly button, “Have to?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow before moving lower, his lips just above your clit, “No baby, I want to.” And with that, he placed a small kiss to your clit, a gasp immediately passing your lips. 

You tangled your fingers into his brown curls, “Yes, yes…” You moaned as Paul flicked his tongue out, lapping at your clit hungrily. He was acting as though you were his life source, as though if he didn’t please you as much as he could, he would surely turn to dust. 

Paul sucked on your clit before moving his mouth down, pushing his tongue in between the folds of your pussy, happily cleaning up any of the arousal that was lingering at your entrance. He left one hand on your thigh while the other moved to your pubic bone. Paul flicked his thumb against your clit, causing you to arch your back. 

“You are so pretty,” Paul started, his breath running over the sensitive skin between your legs, “I love hearing you moan.” 

You smiled lazily at his words and connected your eyes with his, “You’re so good.” You praised, earning a smirk from your husband. 

Paul played with your clit slowly before lowering his hand, pressing the tip of his middle finger to your entrance, “I can be better. I wanna hear you moan my name.” His middle finger pushed all of the way into you, his index and ring finger pressed against the lips of your cunt. 

You gasped and threw your head back at the unfamiliar feeling. You had never had anything inside of you, and you had never expected it to feel this good. You looked back down at Paul and moaned at the grin he had on his face, watching you revel in the way he could make you feel, “Paul, please.” You moaned. 

Paul slowly pulled his finger out so only the tip of it was inside you, “Please what?” He asked, the power of making you feel good getting to his head, “You have to tell me what you want me to do.” His request made you whine, feeling embarrassed at the thought of saying what it was you truly wanted. 

“I want you. I want you to make me feel good, please.” You begged, your voice going up an octave to Paul’s delight. He slowly pushed his finger back into your sopping cunt, feeling the way you welcomed him and pulled him in. Paul began his torment, pushing his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, “Faster.”

Paul kept his pace, refusing your request all while pushing in his ring finger. You arched your back and gasped, your breath shuddering at the feeling, “Ask properly. Use your manners.” 

Paul’s attitude made you even more aroused. The way he demanded things from you while he pleased you in a way no other man could. You could just tell, he fucking loved the way he was making you feel, “Please go faster.” You finally breathed out, your breath turning to a moan as Paul quickened his pace. 

A knot started to build in your stomach at the pace of his fingers, the way he curled them inside of you, the way he pressed gentle kisses to your clit. Paul flattened his tongue against your clit, causing you to pull his head closer if that was even possible. His fingers sped up on their own, his lips wrapped around your clit as they sucked harshly. 

“Come on my love,” Paul spoke softly, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers. He could tell you were close, just by the way you moved your hips against his hand and whispered his name, “Cum for me.”

You did just as he asked and moaned out loudly while your body shuddered, cumming all over his fingers, “Yes, Paul!” You called out, tugging at his chocolate curls. You panted, your legs shaking as Paul pulled his fingers out of you, slipping them into his mouth, “Fuck.”

Paul smirked and watched your reaction to his actions, slowly crawling up your body until his face was hovering over yours, “Such a filthy mouth.” He teased before leaning down, securing your lips in a short but sweet kiss, “You want me?” Paul asked and pulled the hem of his shirt over his head, throwing the fabric to the floor. 

His body was finally revealed to you, his toned chest and abdomen, the trail of brown hair that led to his erect cock. It was huge, definitely bigger than you had expected. You hadn’t ever seen a man's dick, so you didn’t know what to expect, but this…this was something else.

As if sensing your concern at his size, Paul placed a hand on the side of your face, making you look at him, “We will go slow.” He assured, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of doubt, anything that told him you no longer wanted him, “Tell me to stop and I will.” 

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him in for a kiss, your brows furrowing at the pure admiration you felt, “I want you,” You told him, your tone full of surety, “Don’t you want me to…well…” You trailed off as your face grew hot, turning beet red. 

Paul looked down at you with a confused expression before understanding what you were saying. He smirked at the embarrassment evident on your face, finding it cute, “Do I want you to blow me?” He asked, his assumption being confirmed as you shyly nodded, “No, no. Today is about you.”

You gazed at the man hovering over you, feeling love filling your chest. He just wanted to make you feel good. He didn’t care about receiving anything. You felt as though Paul was truly the most perfect man, fighting all of the judgements you had made about him. He wanted you to be happy, that was the exact reason he had avoided you all along. He never believed he could be the reason for your happiness. 

You kissed him swiftly and cupped his face in your hands, attempting to pour all of the love you felt for him into that one kiss. Paul kissed you back, one hand holding himself up while the other settled on a comfortable spot on your waist. 

“Show me.” You breathed, shifting slightly underneath Paul, making sure that you were comfortable. 

You felt Paul’s confused look on you, “Show you what?”

You smiled and ran your thumbs along his cheeks lovingly, “Show me you love me.” You requested, moving your legs so they were wrapped around Paul’s waist. 

Paul’s expression turned to that of blissful happiness before pressing a kiss to your lips. He reached between the two of you, swiping his thumb along your clit. His mind became cloudy with lust as you moaned into his mouth. 

You looked down as you felt Paul push the head of his cock against your entrance, “Tell me if you need me to stop.” He spoke from above you before swiftly sliding the head of his erection into you. 

You gasped at the feeling, the way your walls immediately tightened around him, leaving you with a burning feeling as he slid deeper into you. You were about to tell him to stop, to give you a moment, until you heard the groan that came from Paul’s throat. It awakened this need inside you, the need to hear it again. 

You slipped your hands around his waist, pulling him closer to you, “Please,” You whispered, turning your gaze up to him, “I want to feel all of you.” 

Paul obliged and pushed himself into you, as far as he could go until his balls were pressed against your ass. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, “You feel so goddamn good,” He shuddered, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck. 

He gave you a moment to get used to his size as you let out shaky breaths. The pain of him soon turned to pleasure and you pushed at his chest, “I’m okay, please,” You nodded, gulping as you looked down where you two were joined together, “Love me, Paul.”

Paul readjusted how he was sitting. He knelt on his knees and placed his hands on your hips, beginning to slowly move back and forth, taking his time with you. He let out a shaky moan as he sped up a bit, “God, you are so good.” He whispered, looking at your face as he thrusted into you. 

You moaned, reaching out so you could take one of the hands he had on your hips. You interlocked your fingers while your other hand gripped the sheets on his bed, “Paul,” You felt another climax building already, so quickly after your last orgasm.

Your husband started to pound into you, the sound of your bodies connecting echoed throughout the room. He lifted your interlocked hand to the space next to your face, holding your hands there as he gripped your hip with his other hand. The tips of his fingers dug into the skin on your hip, just causing you to moan even louder than you had been before.

Paul threw his head back as his pace sped up, “You’re so beautiful,” He started, his words coming out as a moan, “You feel so good around my cock. Perfect.” 

His words made your body flush and your back arch, your belly knotting once again, “I’m gonna cum, Paul…” You whispered out, embarrassed at how easily he made you feel good. 

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum from my cock?” He asked, moving his eyes to where you connected, a growl escaping his throat, “You look so pretty when you cum.” 

Paul’s words caused you to gasp, gripping his hand tighter as your legs shook, the orgasm taking over your body. Your husband just continued to pound into you, groans filling the air around you. His own orgasm was building quickly, his hips moving inconsistently while thrusting into you. 

“Fuck, yes,” Paul moaned as he pushed all of his length into you, releasing his cum inside of you. White streams flowing inside of you. He leaned down and placed a slow kiss to your lips, both of you breathing heavily, “You were so good, my love.” 

Paul soon pulled out of you and rolled onto his back next to you, lifting an arm to rest behind his head. He turned his gaze to you, taking in your appearance. How strands of your hair stuck to your neck, how your body gleamed with a thin sheet of sweat, how your hands rested on your stomach. 

“Come here,” Paul suggested before slipping his arm around your torso, pulling you to him. You intertwined your legs, his cock pressed softly against your thigh while your arm wrapped around his waist, your head resting on his chest, “Sleep my love, we’ll have an early breakfast tomorrow. Go for a walk around the garden.”

You looked up at him, a content smile spreading across your lips, “Together?”

Paul nodded, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Together.”

[whumpypepsigal]

“I guess that's why we feel the need to hide away and protect ourselves. So we put on a mask. It's not hard to understand why. What's hard is knowing that sometimes... the mask is who you really are.”

[chocsra]

✧ "Salvation; Devotion"

16! stormbringer! Chuuya x fem! reader

✧ summary: being targeted by paul verlaine after being chuuyas friend, though when he comes to talk to you with a european detective, it seems to be more than friendship. ✧ content: small oneshot, fluff, angst (kinda), adam + angsty teenagers ✧ w/c: 1.4k

Chuuya - meaning "loyalty, devotion"

Nakahara - meaning "central plain"

His devotion was not only his strongest attribute, but his most tender weakness.

You knew a boy. He was young and short, but fiery and strong. He was mysterious, born with unknown origins, and walked the wrong path, that's why he's not only humanity's most destructive weapon but a lowly, pitiful, criminal.

It was something you weren't, though you didn't mind much.

But under the guise of celestial imperfections, Chuuya was a constellation falling into place. He was beautiful. Sunkissed with the kind of foreign beauty you’d see in actors that would play some sort of prince. Your first examination of him was his wealthy and neatly ironed clothing—the kind of blazers and shoes that you’d find in a modelling campaign. Even the accented cuffs of his clothing were underlined with emerald or other precious stones. Then, his silky russet hair, one thrown into a low ponytail—the hairstyle itself still retained a strong masculinity despite the length. Or maybe that came from the musky cologne he constantly wore. A hint of cigarettes, strawberries and that strong scent of virile.

The soft glow from his copper locks then shifted to the fitted collar around his neck—an odd fashion choice, but it really accentuated the ivory of his skin. Soft, sun-kissed skin that’d make its way to his face. A beautiful face, really. Delicate and angelic features with a permanent scowl tugging on his lips—soft pink lips. Chuuya's eyes reflected a fine smoky quartz. His cheeks and nose kissed with a few scattered freckles.

You wondered why a boy so sublime had the status of an onerous beast. Even he took the words that held the weight of a blade and cut himself until he was reduced to the slit of a knife.

You met that same boy, a masterpiece ripped at every edge, not in the dangers of the mafia, but where a silver line stretches to the sea. Where the sun meets the sky, where the light shines.

But even then, you treated him differently. You didn't treat him like he was something fragile. Neither did you treat him like the monstrosity he was sought out to be. You didn't worship him, nor did you greatly depend on him. Instead, you found his humanity and treated him as such. Once a stranger, then a friend, then..

Nevermind.

"Chuuya?!"

You heard the calamity of each step he took to reach you, the boy stopping to pant. "[Y/N].. we need to talk." next to the redhead, was a tall European man with short brown hair, he didn't look tired at all compared to Chuuya. "Greetings, my name is Adam Frankenstein." You cocked a brow at his monotonous voice, the way his mouth moved didn't seem in sync with his words either. "You're rather special, Master Chuuya spent almost 7 hours looking for yo-" Adam explained briefly, causing the redhead to grimace and cut him off, "Shut it, will ya?!"

...

You heaved a bothersome sigh, elbows planted on a cafe table as the two men sat in front of you. "So.. why do you need me, Chuuya?" you question, fiddling with your fingers, "And who's he?.." your gaze uplifts to the brunette foreigner, which the man carefully takes a pack of gum and begins to unfold it, popping a piece in his mouth, before swallowing it. Your eyebrows furrow in a moment of youthful distaste.

Chuuya clutches the cup of tea between his gloved fingers and murmurs something intangible, "Adam's a detective from Europole, investigating Verlaine. He wants to know more about him, which is why he's been following me around.." he finally explains, taking a calculated and almost frustrated sip of his tea.

"Verlaine. Who's Verlaine?" You ask momentarily, causing the redhead to part his lips to answer, but you quickly halt as the detective swallows another piece of gum down his throat. "And why is he chewing gum like that?"

"That's what I'm sayin'!" the teenager half-seriously slams the cup of tea on the table, "He swallows it like a nutjob. You need help, tin man." Chuuya scoffs, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat almost nervously.

"You need help. You spent 6 hours and 47 minutes looking for h-" the brunette explains with a hint of sass in his voice, the redhead's eyes widening in shock, "I said shut up!"

You shuffle in your seat awkwardly as the two men argue. Scratching the back of your neck before Chuuya finally settles down, patting down the cashmere of his suit.

"So here's the thing about Verlaine.. he's this batshit crazy assassin, and uh.. here's the real kicker.." the mafioso mutters, fiddling with his gloved fingers uneasily. "You're gonna be the bait."

Your jaw immediately drops, a hand clasping over your chest in the offence. "Excuse me?! For what?.. to get killed?!" Chuuya looks distressed at your response, seeking Adam's gaze for at least a little help in his later response.

"Your safety is ensured. We just need to lure Verlaine out, so Master Chuuya can eliminate him." the detective explains rather calmly, fishing for something in the pocket of his suit before handing a chocolate bar to you. "Here, sugar helps with stress." the redhead smiles awkwardly at Adam's response, giving a nervous thumbs up.

You snatch the chocolate bar with a bit of attitude, eyes narrowing to Chuuya as the boy inhales sharply, "I thought I wouldn't get involved in your mafia affairs, now I have to die?" you ask with furrowed brows, anger cracking in your voice. Causing the teenager to gulp in slight fear, a rare sight to Adam, as he's never sensed fear from Master Chuuya. Especially to a young girl like you.

"Well, you won't die... More like, almost die." The detective explains, hoping he'd ease your nerves at least a bit. "Doesn't matter! M'not doing it!" You shout in vexation, hopping up from your seat as you pick up your school bag. "Plus, I couldn't if I wanted to, anyway," you murmur,

"Wait.. why?" Chuuya asks with conviction.

your gaze adverts to the different sights in the area: the park bench, passersby, and the cafe's menu. Anything but Chuuya's confused face.

"Uhm.. I have a project that's due tomorrow, and I didn't start yet."

"You can't be serious!"

The teenager runs up to you in frustration, you clutch your bag as you turn to him. "Oh, but I am!" you remark, walking faster as the brunette detective catches up. "I'm very serious! After all, this is a serious project!"

The redhead pants and wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead, "You're really gonna prioritise a school project over your own life?!" he cries out, still trying to catch up to you.

"Anything is better than being bait for the Port Mafia!" You yell out, settling your argument atop a bridge, ignoring how the sun was starting to set in an arrangement of oranges and pinks. "Shit- Don't say that so loud!"

"I'd rather finish a school project than become bait for the Port Mafia!!"

You repeat again, louder this time. Chuuya pinches his nose bridge in frustration, tilting his head up towards the setting sun. And upon you halting your swift steps, the redhead finally catches up to you, and to your surprise, he grabs your hand to spin you around.

"Look, I had a shitty week too!" the boy lets go of your hand, making you huff a little bit. But instead of letting you go, he cups both of your cheeks and pulls you close, his gaze never averting from yours. "People that mattered to me died, so many of them," the teenager explains, a melancholic glint lingering in his pretty eyes, you could see it all from the close proximity of his face. "and I'd do anything for you to not be one of those people."

You gulp hard as your eyes scan over the glass of his eyes, the once stormy grey now welling holding back tears.

Silence.

Adam clears his throat, standing beside you and the mafioso awkwardly, "Apologies for interrupting. But this whole exchange is very childish. Master Chuuya, don't you think there are better words to articulate your romantic feelings towards [Y/N]?.. Perhaps after this all over, you can solve this by getting into a relationship-" you and the boy both retort at the detective in unison:

"Shut up, Adam!"

...

"Okay, I'll help you." you frown with conviction, "You owe me a school project, though."

The redhead presses two fingers to his glabella, "I'll send someone to complete it for you."

✧ chocsra™

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𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

༻ ralph penbury (timewasters, 2017)

wizard: at ralph’s birthday party, you feel the need to apologize for what you’ve done. ralph, meanwhile, has a question to ask you. (fluff)

making waves: before a party, you do ralph's hair. (fluff)

marking ralph's cheeks with lipstick (fluff)

punishing ralphie for misbehaving (smut)

coked up ralphie fucks your ass (smut)

༻ jamie sampson (kin, 2017)

jamie tells you about harry (angst)

༻ koner (game of thrones, 2017)

only you series masterlist (koner x fem!reader): your secret relationship with a winterfell guard is threatened when your father marries you off to another man, and you do everything you can to stay with him and keep your love strong. (retired)

༻ peter grunauer (overlord, 2018)

reuniting after peter goes to war (angst)

sweet awkward reunion sex (smut)

༻ enjolras (bbc les miserables, 2018)

don't call it love: your latin tutor is one of those revolutionaries that your father despises and, after he invites you to a citizen’s meeting, his true intentions are revealed.(angst)

༻ prince paul (catherine the great, 2019)

out of the dark: marrying the prince of russia would be dream if he wasn’t such a dick, but a late night conversation leads to a mutual understanding. (smut)

paul yells at you (angst)

paul punishes you for flirting with someone else (smut)

༻ tom grant (make up, 2019)

5 minutes in heaven: your boyfriend finds an empty closet at work, and he convinces you to play a game of 7 (or 5) minutes in heaven. (smut)

stupid for you: you and tom get into a fight and, after he says something especially nasty to you, he makes it up to you in the best way. (smut)

boyfriend!tom headcanons (fluff)

teaching tom how to go down on you (smut)

tom convinces you to try anal (smut)

tom takes care of you when you're sick (fluff)

making you smile after a hard day (fluff)

cuddling with tom (fluff)

༻ pub!charlie (best move along, 2019)

pub!charlie headcanons(fluff)

nsfw pub!charlie headcanons(smut)

༻ billy knight (cb strike, 2020)

breeding kink (smut)

handjobs (smut)

camilla (fluff)

༻ eric (a quiet place: day one, 2024)

a medium place: your husband, eric, spends too much time at the office, and he assures you that you’re a priority in his life. (smut)

needs and wants: in the direct aftermath of the apocalypse, you meet a man who's worse for wear in just about every regard. even though you can't do too much to heal his injuries, it's possible that you can heal his heart. (smut)

[foundtherightwords]

(most of my fics are CC x OFC unless otherwise stated)

Tom Grant (Make Up)

Winter Light (AO3): angst, slow burn, sickfic, post-canon, non-explicit smut | 5 chapters + optional epilogue, 14.8k

Arthur Havisham (Dickensian)

The Road Forgotten (AO3): angst, slow burn, fix-it, post-canon, revenge, non-explicit smut | 14 chapters, 42.7k

Irresistibly Contagious (AO3): sequel to "The Road Forgotten", Christmas fic, fluff, found family | One-shot, 7k

Billy Knight (Lethal White/Strike)

The Quiet Chaos (AO3): angst, slow burn, developing relationship, post-canon, non-explicit smut | 10 chapters, 36.2K

The Simple Thought of You (AO3): sequel to "The Quiet Chaos", angst, childfree, proposal, non-explicit smut | 3 chapters, 9.2k

Ralph (Timewasters)

All Our Yesterdays (AO3): friends-to-lovers, slow burn, a bit of angst, time travel, post-canon, non-explicit smut | 14 chapters, 53.8k

Come, You Spirits (AO3): sort-of-sequel to "All Our Yesterdays", fluff, funny, spooky, established relationship | One-shot, 4.6k

Time Out in the Upside Down (AO3): "Stranger Things" x "Timewasters" crossover, funny | One-shot, 1.8k

Leonard Bast (Howards End)

Through the World's Far Ends (AO3): Leonard x Helen fix-it, World War I, angst, hurt/comfort | One-shot, 7.2k

Prince Paul (Catherine the Great)

The Firebird (AO3): fairytale AU, magic, adventure, slow burn, non-explicit smut | 16 chapters, 66.7k

Michael (Hoard)

Love, If You're Near (AO3): angst, hurt/comfort | One-shot, 6.8k

Derwin Grunauer (Overlord)

As the Sun Will Rise (WIP): post-WWII, Beauty and the Beast retelling | 21 chapters, ~82k

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Henry Cavill - Distraction 🌺

Oscar Isaac - Wavering 🌺

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Jamie Flatters,Tedros Pendragon,Neteyam - One Room 🌹

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🎃 Colby Brock - Love Even In Death 🌺

Jack Champion - Past Experiences 🥀🌺

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Jamie Flatters - When Fate Intervenes 🌺

Stephen Lang Hard At Work. Prt 2 🌺

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(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹

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(BG3)Astarion & Halsin - Vampire And The Bear ⚘️

(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹

(BG3) Astarion & Harleep - Jealous Much 🌹

(HL) Sebastian & Ominus - Bros Before... 🥀🌺

(SR) Fratpack - Bare Claws🌹

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(BG3) Ascended Astarion - Truly Broken 🥀

(BG3) Astarion - My Darling Baker 🌺

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Lace Me Up 🌺

Combos

(BG3) Astarion & Halsin - Lust Filldd Touches 🌹

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(BG3)God Astarion & God Gale -Praises From The Gods🌹

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(BG3) halsin - NSFW

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(HP) Draco Malfoy - A Bubbly Companion 🌺

(It) Bowers Gang - Plaid Skirts 🌹

(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺

(JB) Jennifer Check - Boyfriend And Girlfriend 🌹

(MG) Regina George - It's Me Regina George 🌹🌺

(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺

(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺

(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺

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(HPM) Remus & Sirius - Moon Light 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

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(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹

(D) Harry Hook - Second Star To The Right 🌺

(FG) Walter Mckey (keys) - Cuter Then Puppies 🌺

(MR) Newt - Glow Of Embers 🌺

(TF) Santiago Garcia - Friend Of A Friend 🌹

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(TF) Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales - Movement Of The Hips 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

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Imagines.

(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁

(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹

(OUAT) Peter Pan - Whisked Away 🌺

(SN) Dean Winchester - Jealous Much 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove - Addicted 🌹

(ST) Eddie Munson - Something A Bit More 🍁

(T) Jason Todd - Cold Stares 🌺

(TVD) Stephen Salvatore - The Classics 🌺

(TW) Derek Hale - Big Bad Werewolf 🌹

(VK) Ivar Ragnarsson - Tracing Tattoos 🌺🌹

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(OUAT) Peter Pan & Felix - Princess Treatment 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson - High And Mighty 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington - You Wouldn't Dare🌹

(T100) Bellamy blake & John murphy - little convincing 🌹

(TW) Stiles Stilinski & Scott Mccal - Rain Check 🌹

(TVD) Damon and Stephen - Elana Really... 🌼🌺

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Oneshots.

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(911) Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley-Something To Look At 🌹

Different Aus.

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[crepesuzette2023]

hey really loved your list of ‘weird’ beatle fics! Is there any chance you know any more that fit in that same category (and also have ships outside of mclennon?)

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked that selection of weird fics.

I also have a list of my favorite writers and their most 'underrated' fic, which contains some weird stuff, and pairings outside mclennon, with minimal overlap with the first selection—perhaps you'll find something you enjoy there? And I made a specific rare pairs list, also with little overlap to the above (or I wouldn't mention it here).

But you were primarily asking for more weird fic! Let's see.

@greatsaladavenue pointed out Insect Farming (DoeInTheHeadlights). I stopped reading after the first chapter, because it was too much for me to handle, but it gets a lot of love in the comments. Check it out.

@skylikeaflame mentioned deflower a flower (NamPhuong). Summary: George is a bee. He wants to suck the nectar of Paul, John's flower. Poetic and unusual!

Two fics about Tiny Paul: Now in Authentic Beetle Size! (sleeprettydarling), and I'll Pretend That I'm Kissing the Lips I am Missing (yaggerdangs_jumpsuit). The alternative ending to Help!, and: John and Paul always find ways to get off.

Also by sleeprettydarling: Wild (John is a wounded mershark; Paul finds him, stranded) and Dear Friend (Paul tries to write his and John's story in a magic diary that makes everything he writes reality).

But as the words are leaving his lips, a noise comes from behind (hootiepgh). The Beatles accidentally kill Allen Klein. It brings them closer together. Starts out absurdly hilarious, then dives into the sweet angst of their emotions. From the Summer of Love Fanworks-a-thon.

Five Nights at Johnny's (innitmarvellous). Paul is a succubus.

Monkberry Moon Delight (goodbody). Early Days. John and Paul's ritual. Not wanking as mates: nursing as mates. I love this one a lot.

bedtime story (two sleepy people) (Anonymous). 1968. John and Paul need each other to sleep.

love like ghosts (@backbenttulips). Summary: "When Yoko marries John and moves with him into a grand house in the country, she doesn't expect the ghost of his old flame to follow them. A Rebecca AU."

The Nordic Prince (@skylikeaflame). Erik Bruhn/Rudolf Nureyev meets John Lennon/Paul McCartney.

This is probably going to be my final fic rec list in a while, because I have to finish stuff, and summer is coming, so: enjoy! <3

[stardancerluv]

By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Part 7

Summary: Horrors are faced.

Notes/Warnings: Wolves fighting. Wolf bite, Knife to the shoulder, no mention of blood.

❤️s, reblogs, feedback, & comments are welcome!

At least these strolls through the forest, he didn’t have to put on any airs or be nice. Sometimes, being forced to be pleasant since he was the crown prince was bothersome. A foul mood consumed him being out here. The weather was abysmal. The food was equally bad. At least his tent was relatively dry and only his personal assistant had free access to it. These solider didn’t like him and he didn’t care much for them either. They all adored his mother.

Rubbing, his face with his gloved hands melted some of the ice that filled his blood out here. It certainly grew cold here but with the mud, lack of some of the comforts he enjoyed made it all the worse.

Sighing, he sat down on the large rock he has been sitting on and off for the last week and a half. He had even penned one of his letters to you sitting on it. In the last weeks time the creek had gone from a inky, swirling darkness as it cut through the forest to now, solid with ice.

******

Sitting by one of the large windows in your chambers, you looked out. You longed to feel Paul’s solid warmth. Even when days got hard, you could nestle close to his side and his arm would wrap around you.

You smiled up at Olga, as she brought in the cart with your food.

“Thank you.” You said softly. “I just couldn’t deal with the glances from Catherine’s courtiers. They all hope I slip on some ice or to catch Paul’s eye.” You mumbled chewing on your bottom lip.

“None of them matter, remember you are our princess. One day you will rule over them.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

The fruits and the game were wonderfully accented. You were pleased with the wine and the tea, that took some of the chill the loneliness that had fallen over you.

Getting up you sighed and stretched, reaching to the beautiful images that had been painted from one side to the other. They were from dreams. Lifting your day dress, you laid down on the bed. Perhaps you could read some before you would venture downstairs.

*******

He tried to imagine you and what you could possibly be up to. He had hoped you would by now, found his note by your brush, or maybe the one he nestled among your hair ribbons. He had taken a moment and left you a few notes.

Feeling like that the cold hand finally slinked in and settled under his clothes, he knew it was time to head back to his tent. He couldn’t afford getting sick, especially this far away from his own private physician and his bed. He had only met the medic in passing and he was already soused from whatever he was drinking, so dealing with him was the last thing he wanted to do.

His breath misted, as he glanced skyward to the full moon. A few clouds, drifted by it but soon passed by. The forest was illuminated by its silvery glow. Oh, how he wished to walk arm in arm with you in the gardens with the moon like this. He’d be able to see your beauty and have a wonderful walk. Perhaps, he have an elicit kiss with you among the shrubs. That would be very nice.

A loud snarl sliced through the silence. His heart managed to still and thud harder then he ever felt it beat in the span of him taking a breath.

He slowly looked in its direction. A large black wolf was perched on a rock across the frozen river. He swallowed, he slipped bis hand under his cloak; his gloved hand touched the handle of his knife. But what good would that do. That wolf will rip his throat out before he can remove it from his sheath.

He slowly closed his eyes and imagined you.

*******

You woke with a start. Your heart was racing. Sitting up you clutched at your dress that covered your heart. You heard sounds that were animalistic and terrifying. You trembled where you sat.

******

Another snarl filled his ears, it drowned out the pounding in his ears. He opened his eyes. Just as he did, a lighter colored wolf leapt at the black one. It landed and they rolled among the snow and rocks. It gave him a chance to stand, and he took out his knife. He began to back up.

Teeth were bared, swipes were made snapping of jaws and they continued to roll and fight. He continued to back up. He glanced behind him. Just a little further and he could perhaps make a run for it.

******

You grabbed Paul’s pillow. Holding it close, you sighed. Inhaling deeply, you could smell him. The oils he preferred in his hair and even hints of the cologne he wore as well. Your heart-ached.

“Oh, Paul. I wish you were here.” You cried, tears had filled your eyes.

The nightmare had shaken you.

*****

When a sharp howl came from the black wolf, he should have moved. He somehow felt rooted. He couldn’t stop watching. He had never seen such a thing.

The black managed to roll away from the gray one but Paul noticed it shook as it stood on its paws. The gray one snapped its jaws, the black one barely moved away.

Finally finding his ability to move, he finally stepped back once again. His entire body tensed as his boot nudged something, he struggled to move and a branch snapped under his boot. He immediately looked over towards the wolves. The gray one turned to look at him. He stilled.

Easily, the gray once once again leapt and landed on his side of the frozen river. He swallowed.

“Were you protecting me?” He managed to croak out.

Hearing his voice sounded odd to him.

The wolf immediately let out a low woof but then kind of kelt down in front of him like one of own hounds would do to him. He drew close to it.

“Are you one of those good wolves?”

With no thought, he knelt down. The snow crunching under him. Easily, he put his knife away then he pulled off his gloves. With a smile, he reached out to him.

The wolf closed the distance and a scream was ripped from this throat. As the wolf’s mouth closed around his hand. Without even realizing, he found himself over the wolf and his knife in shoulder of the wolf.

But it wasn’t a wolf or was it. He leapt back.

It could and continued to tremble. A man, and older man shook and trembled as

“I knew you could do it.”

It, he coughed again and trembled. As he looked up at him, in the light of the moon he could tell that the man’s eyes were as stormy as a rough sea.

“Thank you. Thank you. You broke my curse, now it shall give you strength and love eternal.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Paul reached for his knife.

“No leave it. It is my time. I can no longer live without her.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“The gift is yours. Treasure it, don’t squander it.”

The man coughed, a harsh sound came from him and then he stilled.

@amethyst-serenade @laura-naruto-fan1998

[littlefandomfairy]

🩷 (fluff) 🍆 (smut) 😈(angst) 🩹 (hurt/comfort)

eddie munson fic rec masterlist

🍝 Tom Grant (Makeup)

morning shenanigans by @littlelioncub43 🩷🍆

5 minutes in heaven by @babybluebex 🩷🍆

🍸 Ralph (Timewasters)

wizard by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

at last (series) by @luv4fandoms (individual warnings)

❤️‍🩹 Billy Knight (Strike)

touched starved Billy by @elliewlums 🩷🩹

Billy craves your touch by @babybluebex 🩷🩹

let me take care of you by @wheels-of-despair 🩷🩹

visiting family for christmas by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🩹

👑 Prince Paul (Catherine The Great)

out of the dark by @babybluebex 🩷🍆😈

🫢 Eric (A Quiet Place: Day One)

a medium place by @babybluebex 🩷🍆

[rjthirsty]

C for Commoner

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcanons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Headcanon, Autism, ASD, GN!Reader,

Chevalier

I once read an explanation trumping claims that autism is a modern disorder that had said something along the lines of, ‘Neurodivergent people have always existed, it's just that they have nowhere to hide now. Instead of having your weird cousin Paul who doesn't talk out watching the sheep, we've put him in the middle of constant stimulation and expect him to work a normal job.’ When I was trying to imagine Chevalier being a commoner, this was what came to mind.

Chevalier is a genius. I also believe he's autistic-coded. I think he'd excel in any job field that doesn't require talking to others. If he happens to have a profession where he is expected to interact with people, he'd find a way to manage it without the need for speaking. People would assume he's mute, but he's simply non-verbal. I think that he also wouldn't have much in the way of ambitions. He just wants to live his life within the rules and do what is expected of him.

So I made him a bookstore clerk.

He's ridiculously handsome - the man who tends the bookstore that you've been visiting since a young child. He was there back then as well, and even when he was a teenage boy you had thought he was prettier than most others. A funny coincidence that you too are a bookstore clerk now that you've grown into a working adult.

He was always reading, he still is always reading. His words are saved for times when the two of you can discuss literature without interruption. You had once thought he couldn't speak, back when you were younger and attempted to make friends with him. He had looked at you with those icy blue eyes and given you his attention but didn't utter a word. He was always listening to you, even when you thought he wasn't. His attention has always been on you once you were older and blossoming into adulthood. 

He always looks so forlorn. A perpetual frown on his lips and his somber silence matched with his cold stare makes him look ethereal. Like he doesn't belong of this world and mourns the place he came from. But you've seen him smile. You've seen the way his eyes light up when he's looking at you when you're sharing your thoughts and gushing about love stories. They're small gestures, but that's when he looks most alive to you. You love that look. You love him. Maybe someday you'll have the courage to tell him, but secretly you wish he would share those words with you first.

[starry-eyed-never-satisfied]

🍎🍍🍋🍐 and🍈 ^W^

🍎 Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

When I first started writing I said I would only write Paul/Gene and I wouldn't do AUs, and now I have two AUs planned and am branching out in my pairings, so I won't say never, but gender switching, mpreg and non con isn't something that appeals to me.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

Initially I wasn't interested in AUs, but when I saw my mutuals were writing them, I read them, and found I enjoyed them. My AU I'm working on is a Prince Starchild/Demon, and I'd like to do something set in medieval times as well. Gender swaps don't really appeal to me (I like the boys as they are), but at the same time I have read a couple I loved, so I can't say that there are any I hate.

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

Friends to lovers and angst/comfort with the comfort being sex

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

I'd love to write Paul getting some proper comfort following his car crash, but I feel like doing that would be disrespectful of his experience. I'd also want to give him a closer relationship to Eric C, I think they were really very much alike.

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

PAUL! There's his sensitivity, anxiety, perfectionism, fear of failing or being alone, struggles with communication and expressing his needs and emotions, but that is pretty canon. It hasn't come up a lot in the fics I've done so far, but some of my wips have him unsure of how to express platonic love because of not having friends growing up, so the only way he knows how to show his friends he loves them is sexualy.

[osarina]

Hellooooo

AWWW I’m so glad you like my princezai AND ITS ADDED TO THE DAZAIVERSE, LETS GOOO HAHAHA, I’m still in the otome isekai binge, THERE’S SO MANYYY IM DROWNING

So yeah, typically in those manhwa there’s a og fl who’s either two faced and tries to steal the ml or a cinnamon roll who falls for the villainess instead of the ml hahah but gurl same if someone comes between me and princezai im bout to invent guns and go full America

So like I’ve been thinking bout it some more, expanding the characters like mori got to be the king, oda is probably dazai personal bodyguard, ango or kunikida is the aide to the prince (god rest their souls🙏), fyodor being the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom, atsushi is the newbie knight butting heads with senior knight akutagawa, black lizard as one of the knight squads ,DUCHESS KOYOU, Royal doctor yosano??, ada can be still a detective agency?or maybe a informant guild haha idk, marquess paul from another kingdom who is chuuya long lost brother

Like maybe when chuuya was young he was kidnap from his family and used by a cult of dark magicians to summon a demon but instead becomes a vessel, basically canon but ~fantasy~ and escape to another kingdom and was raised as a commoner and rose through the ranks through his hard work, until he finds out he actually is a noble but in game he bonds over with the og villainsess over how the nobles treat them with cruel rumors (him being not of noble blood and her being a villainess/foreigner) hahaha could even have the villainess falls for him but cannot marry him as her family wouldn’t approve of her marrying a commoner and chuuya thinking whether he’s worthy of her like angst and why am i making this sad let’s stop but yeah reader definitely would stick with chuuya like he’s such a reliable guy you would want on your side, one of the first people that she can trust and maybe tell the truth in this new world where she’s at risk of getting a bad ending

For dazai, usually in the isekai , the fl would use her knowledge on future events and people to her benefit, I’m thinking dazai would get even more intrigued seeing how he predicts how things happen but because of the reader’s knowledge she turns the tide and dazai is shook 🫨🫨🫨cause he’s always right except when it comes to reader 😏, first he gets close to figure out this mystery but slowly falls for reader and fast forward to him on his knees hugging reader, begging her to marry him while she tries to shove him of with a stick. Also we can have prince fyodor coming in as a love rival, gotta have dazai fighting for his life here hahah

ALSO!! I had another version of this verse where instead dazai is the demon king that the fl is suppose to defeat, with chuuya as the crown prince and main capture target

So like prince dazai is for when reader isekai as the villainess

And demon king dazai is when reader isekai as the heroine

Like think of the angst potential, falling for the one you have to kill for everyone’s happy ending(why do i do this to myself) OR the comedy where reader is trying to defeat the demon king but he’s so different from the og game, he’s in love with me?? That wasn’t in the lore!! Or the reverse where reader gets isekai and is like screw the other love interest give me the hot demon hahah with dazai being confused?? Flirting instead of fighting ✌️✌️✌️

Jsjdjdjf dazai with horns 🤌

I need more art of dazai and chuuya in princely fancy smacy suits😭😭😭

(Also bsd otome game where??!! LET ME DATE THEM PLS, oh yeah there’s actually a fan dating sim for bsd ,have you seen it, it’s sooo cute lemme just give you the link)

https://ryartchus.itch.io/lamourameursault

My dude, recs?

I HAVE A LIST OF EVERY MANHWA I’VE READ

Have my own notes to keep track of all the manhwa haha

Okay okay, lemme give you the ones I think are real great

Who made me a princess

Death is the only ending for the villainess

The fantasie of a stepmother

Villainess with the hourglass

The ways to protect the female lead’s older brother

My in-laws are obsessed with me

The villainess flips the script

I’ll be the matriarch of this life

The antagonist’s pet

Shadow queen

I’ll be the matriarch of this life

The little lady behind the scenes

They say I was born a king’s daughter

How to get my husband on my side

Beware the villainess

These manhwa have anime adaptation so you can give them a try

* The reason why Raeliana ended up at the duke’s mansion

* My next life as a villainess: All routes led to doom

* I’m the villainess so I’m taming the last boss

Ahhh so these not isekai, but I really love them so maybe you can check them out 👉👈

-Remarried Empress (FL is the greatest like ever, I love her)

-Endo and Kobayashi’s live commentary on the villainess (interesting spin on otome game, very cute and fluffy moments)

-cursed princess club (really like the take on princess and curses)

Hahah I gave such a long list, but there are so many good ones, they barely scratch the surface of the manhwa rabbit hole I have fallen into

tumblr user chererrry ... you are going to be SOOOO pleased i think ... because i've been trying to figure out what my next project is going to be after civzai, and now i'm HEAVILYYYYY leaning toward an otome isekei series w princezai, knight commander!chuuya, and im conflicted as to what to make fyodor because originally he was going to be a prince from a rival kingdom but now i'm realizing he also fits that trope of like the high priest/mage love interest. i wanted to add one more love interest - nikolai, maybe? or tachihara/jouno? idk it's being thought up in the brain and i have quite a while before it anyway, but i had to share it with you because you're the reason it came to me. obviously dazai would still be the main love interest, but the others would have their time to shine.

OMGGGG yes i love having the ada as like an informant guild -- mori as the king, oda as the prince's personal guard, ango as the royal aide (and maybe a traitor???), DUCHESS KOUYOU !!!! SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL - it reminds me of that one bungo mayoi card(fables) .. omg wait, i adore your background for chuuya actually. because originally i did want him to be the one that she went to first and trusted the most and you KNOWWWW i love angst ... and i imagine even i this new kingdom, he's ostracized a bit because people can tell something is up with him but they don't know what. dazai's the only one that treats him like a normal person until the og villainess comes along.

LOLLLLLL THE COMEDY DEMON KING ONE IM DEAD "THAT WASN'T IN THE LORE!!" that would be so cute actually i love that. people counting on this girl to come save them from some evil demon king but then she's like!!! wait a second .. why is he kinda ... LOLLLLL

i also started reading death is the only ending for the villainess!!! it's SOOOO good so far, i'm obsessed with it and penelope is soooooo pretty it makes me die. I'VE HEARD A LOTTTT ABOUT REMARRIED EMPRESS ACTUALLY, so even though that's not isekai, i'm probably going to read that one next when i have the time

[peanutbutter-doodles]

KISS MASTERLIST 18+

Only full fics are going on here but i will post a link to the mini fics collestion and kiss oneshots!

SO HERE WE GO!

Reminder : Don't take my works and reposts it as your own, that's shitty. if you don't like it, don't read it. Simple~

However if you do like it, you can share it, Comment, make fanart if ya want. Anything is appreciative~

What i'll write : Smut, fluff, angst, gore, kinks (depending on what they are), Monster fucking, Priests, etc. if i ever write somethin risky, i'll tag it!

I won't write anything Vile or too disturbing!

Anyway here's the list~

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Kiss :

As you wish, Starlight. - Gene/Paul

Beauty and the Beast - Peter/Ace

I Can't quit you - Gene/Ace

I Wouldn't Change a Thing about it - Velvet/Paul

Take me to Nirvana, Sweet Nirvana. - Gene/Paul/Venom

That's How, Momma Likes it! - Velvet/Paul

Let me worship, You. The Star Prince. - Velvet/Paul

I may be A monster, But I'm Not that Kind of A Monster - Gene/Ace

The Shining Star, His Shining Star - Gene/Paul

Mating Press- Velvet/Paul

The Park - Velvet/Paul

Glass of Water - Eric s./Reader

The fisting - Gene s./Reader

You're Mine, Angel - Velvet/Paul

link to all my fics, so far!

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Kiss one shots

Butters mini fics collection

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Butters~

[scalierpepper]

Hi, have you ever heard the song

"Lady jesus" by Upsahl

At the peak of my locked tomb brain rot I always saw Gidoen/Kiriona for some of the lyrics

I'd love to hear your feedback or possible vision of it

oh, this is fun. hadn't heard this song before but I agree, it has some good Gideon/Kiriona lyrics. I am assuming you're approaching this with an animatic in mind? If you're not then I do apologize, but that's what I'm imagining so I'm gonna ramble about that and I hope it's still helpful lol.

I think the first step for turning something like this into an animatic (or lyric comic or whatever else you want to do) is to think about what message you want in the art. How complex is the story you are presenting? Are you diving into Muir's themes and messages? Or is your intent to make something that looks cool to show off a character and their personality? etc.

For example, one way I could imagine a "Lady Jesus" animatic as a semi-chronological Gideon >> Kiriona transition narrative, maybe told in a bit of a "you're probably wondering how I got here" sort of way. But there's plenty of possibilities besides that. You could focus on the triumph OR the tragedy. Like if you want Gideon to look really cheeky and badass then the vibe of the music supports that, and you can make it all glasses and swords and biceps and chussy out etc. Or if you want some angst, then it still totally works as a representation of the facade Gideon/Kiriona puts on at different moments of the books. You could even pull from BOE stuff...or you can focus way more on the Lady Jesus part of Gideon sacrificing herself for Harrow and even bring in GideonHarrowBod from htn. You can take the lyrics and compose your imagery to make it like the story is from Kiriona's pov and she's relating it directly to an audience, or you can use the music as a sort of parallel/relevant backdrop to whatever the visuals are, and so on. It really depends what you are interested/inspired to do.

I see a strong case for a sort of satirical narrative of how much Jod sucks told through the pov of Kiriona so if I were adapting the song that's probably what I would go for.

I think one of the first "look at me now" lines could be like Kiriona all tower-princed up, but then a later one is one of the scenes from ntn where she's absolutely miserable (killing Crux, in the truck watching Paul's birth, etc.) Same with "she's back, she's bad". Take advantage of the double meaning of words and use it for devastation :)

First verse works great for establishing Gideon's death. You can use "crying every night/sacrificed her to sleep" for sooo many scenes tbh. Add Harrow into the scene and do something angsty, or maybe it's just focused on Gideon's frustration in Drearburh compared to how Kiriona has achieved what she wanted (joining the cohort, knows who her parents are, etc.) but it sucks. Or maybe it's just saddest girl in the whole entire world getting her own moment.

"It's the second coming...middle finger to the sky" following can be a Kiriona intro also, either scenes directly from the text or a bit of headcannon supported by what Kiriona tells the other characters she's been up to. Just like a "oh hey i'm gideon 2.0" sort of thing.

"She's speeding down the 5 cause she already died" is another place that any sort of death or ressurection imagery (literal or metaphorical) pairs with nicely

"She got em kneeling like" - depending on what angle of story you're going for this could be like Harrow kneeling next to Gideon's body or it could be Kiriona Gaia and Ianthe Naberius doing tower prince shit (maybe next to Jod, perhaps in a room with "worshipful subjects". Or more brutally: on a battlefield surrounded by dead...herald beasts or otherwise. Gotta double check the text on that. Or just like. on the New Rho broadcast or sthng)

The bridge bit with "we all know God was a baddie but so was Jesus" would be perfect for some sort of 'Gideon's parentage' scene imo. Add Wake in there somewhere for me <3.

If you want to add some complexity to Kiriona's tragedy you could insert a Jod backstory moment at "Rose from the coffin, now I'm a prophet...blessed if I broke your heart."

Idk I have lots of little ideas coming to mind but it really really depends on what your end goal is! I also would like. Read through excerpts of the books and stuff because I'm operating completely by memory for this rn lol. Usually when I start art projects I do a massive brainstorm and make a ton of notes and thumbnails of all my ideas and then pick from the best and most cohesive ones. I also like to try and pull from my experience (of reading the books or whatnot) to inspire compositions and mood. For example I know when Kiriona showed up in ntn there was this huge shock of "woah, Gideon got so mean." And ofc as you read you understand WHY, and maybe that she's always been a little bit like that, but point is I think that attitude that Kiriona displays would be something I would personally pull from as inspo.

In conclusion: sans spending the time to storyboard something this is what comes to mind and how I would approach refining any ideas. Hope it helps a bit!

[stardancerluv]

By the Light of the Silvery Moon

Part 4

Summary: Announcements are made that pleases, Prince Paul.

Notes: This is an AU take on Prince Paul. It will contain some supernatural elements to it. I wanted to have a bit of fun with this character. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry, it took so long since I last wrote for this story. Promise not to wait so long for the next chapter.

Thank you for reading. ❤️s, reblogs, & feedback is welcome. The body of the princess is just to help with collage. Truly use your imagination as to whom you see best suits Prince Paul.

“You will love this,” Paul reassured you. He led you to one of the bigger willow trees. The larger pond was tucked between it and some poplars. Watching you, he enjoyed the grace in which you moved as you sat down on the bench.

You glanced around and a small smile touched your lips that reminded him of flower petals. He handed you his handkerchief, you dabbed your eyes.

“It is really lovely Paul.” You glanced around. “It’s tucked away, peaceful.”

He remained standing and nodded. “Yes. When I want some quiet, I come out here.”

“I have a library in my family’s estate that is like this for me.”

She is interesting, Paul mused. Learning Russian, enjoying the quiet of a library.

A very comfortable silence with the only exception of a distant bird or the breeze ruffling the vibrant leaves that filled the trees.

As much as he did not wish you bring tears to your eyes, he had to let you know he was very aware of how she can be. “My mother can be exceptionally cruel.”

He noticed, you glanced around before you looked over at him. “You allow it, Paul. I do agree.”

He nodded. “I am sorry that you have barely been here and have already had a taste of her viciousness.” Going over to you, he finally sat down beside you and laid his hand beside yours.

Looking pleased at him, warmed him.

“I suppose, if I may be so bold.” You glanced down and brought your gloved hands to your lap.

When you gave him a sidelong glance, he nodded.

“She is desperate to make certain of my purity for the kingdom.” You swallowed. “The letters of my own physician and the world of my own father and mother was not enough for her.”

“There were no rumors, no ill words circling. I do not understand her doubt.”

You shared an understanding looking.

*******

Paul huffed in his quarters, as he paced. He was relieved for his wig to be sitting off to the side. He had with pleasure ran his fingers through his short curls it had helped him to unwind. A kernel of annoyance was still nestled in his stomach over how his mother had treated you. She was kinder to the courtiers.

He had shed his day clothes and changed into those he would wear tonight for at the party your mother was giving in your honor and those of your parents. She had already planned for the best in the Russian court to attend, so all those that mattered especially to her would be there.

She made it very clear to him that she had not particularly wanted someone from the German court. She had let him know that she wished there would have been a girl from the French court, possibly even the Spanish court that would have been better match but you fulfilled all that one should have in a wife, she couldn’t deny it.

So not wanting to wait any longer, she would announce the engagement. The joining of your families and the words the physician shared with her made her the most pleased he had seen her since Potemkin had won her over with his victories. So with all in attendance the word would spread fast.

As for him, it pleased him. You had a sweet, gentle demeanor that drew him to you. He looked toward the horizon, the future and believed in his heart that taking care of you would be something he’d enjoy.

******

Hearing the gentle growling bordering on a whimper, Paul, turned smiling and went to open his door. “Hello, Cinder.” He let his Wolfhound in. He wondered where Soot had gotten too, usually those two were inseparable.

Kneeling in front of Cinder he soon gave him a good petting. Cinder’s pink tongue lolled happily. His eyes bright.

“Where is your brother, mmm boy?“ Cinder just woofed softly and tilted his head to the side. “Lot of new smells. Huh?“

His door banged open, making him wince mid pet.

“Is playing with your dogs terribly important right now?”

Bowing his head, he made a face while continuing to pet Cinder. He would not reply to his mother’s sharp remark.

Her dress swished across the floor as she made her way over to him. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I just don’t always care to reply.”

He managed to see her sigh. It pleased him.

“I am very satisfied with this union. It will be good.”

He nodded. “Good.” Dusting himself off he stood.

“I will announce it tonight.”

He wasn’t about to tell her he already knew. Best to just let her speak.

“Will you be wearing this?” She gestured to his navy blue attire.

“Yes.”

She made a face.

“Well, make sure you have a pleasant expression on your face. We don’t want others to start speculating about the two of you.”

“I will be myself.” He swallowed, he finally met her eye. “If you were worried about that, then maybe the physician should not have been so cruel to her.”

“I wasn’t about allow you to marry a soiled woman.” She sneered.

He glanced towards the ceiling of his room. “There were no rumors or ill words about her. He could have been more gentle.”

She stepped closer to him. “When the time comes for your own son to marry you will understand.”

He pressed his lips together.

“Now stop playing with your dog. And freshen yourself up.”

“Yes, mother.”

*******

“It is with great pleasure, as your Queen I announce betrothment of my son Prince Paul and Princess of Wurttenberg of Germany.”

Cheers rang out, glasses clinked and fist rose in the air.

A genuine smile spread across his face as he allowed himself to look around the room. Finally, with a squeeze of his heart he looked over at you. As your eyes met seeing the natural dusting of pink sprinkling your cheeks lifted his spirits.

******

The band played a sweet, light song and with a hand on your hip that he hoped no one would notice trembled and his other hand held yours. Your fingers naturally entwined like a braid. The two of you twirled and swished. As he swept you about the room, laughter bubbled from you. The sound was more delightful that the songs the birds on the estate sang.

******

“Oh, your highness. I never thought that a dance could make my heart flutter as much as it just did.” You gentle fanned yourself.

“All the lessons I had felt to be tedious. My feet always misstepped till I met you.”

The pink darkened in your cheeks. The sight made him look away. He was not used to causing such things. Books, stories had spoke of the blossoms of love yet, he never thought any of it possible till he met you.

@laura-naruto-fan1998 @amethyst-serenade @foreveranexpatsposts