TheRedPanda786

17 March 1904 You felt as Moses did in Midian, a stranger in strange land. In an effort to strengthen and aid your tiny kingdom, a marriage was arranged between you and the older prince of the Kingdom of Italy. Between you, Princess [f/n] [l/n], and Prince Lovino Vargas. You tugged at the sleeves of your wedding gown, a pale [f/c] that felt a little too cheery for the thoughts running through your head. You were already married to him now—no longer visiting princess, but the kingdom's princess consort. As such you wondered what turn your life would take. If you were really honest with yourself, which you allowed yourself in the priva

There was something nice about having a spare key to your boyfriend's flat. Something to be said about the trust and emotional intimacy it entailed, of course, but also the fact that you could let yourself in when he wasn't answering the door. Such as now. From the moment you opened the door, you were hit by the smell of freshly baked gingerbread, as well as the vague scent of peppermint, cinnamon and coffee. "Ludwig, I'm guessing you're home," you called, stepping inside and pulling the door closed behind you. "Ja," came the reply from the kitchen. "I'm just taking this out of the oven and I'll be out in a moment." "Whatever it is, it sm

Ludwig was sure he’d studied the book to the point where he could recite it word for word, so why, just why did he feel so nervous? Skimming through the thin pages once more, the German sighed before setting it down, blue eyes glancing at the title in neat font before sighing once again. A Guide to Relationships: Boyfriend Edition There was no way he could let anyone know that he’d been reading from this book – and not to mention, taking several notes on it – all because of a girl. But let’s face it, the girl was you and Ludwig refused to give you anything less than perfection. Thus, he bought the book for a

You gently ran your fingers through Francis’ soft blond locks, a smile pulling at your lips when you heard the Frenchman’s content sighs that came with your soothing touch. At the moment you found yourself in Francis’ house, seated casually on the couch while Francis sat on the floor directly in front of you with his back turned. His head rested comfortably between your legs, a clear invitation that Francis wanted his hair to be played with – after all, it was something he enjoyed quite thoroughly, especially when it was you doing it. “Je t’aime, _____.” His words were a mere whisper, just barely br

“You’re sleeping with that thing again?” The familiar voice of the Italian carried a disgruntled tone as you clambered onto bed, his words raspy from drowsiness as he cracked one eye open to look at you. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” you retorted defensively, clutching the soft material of your teddy bear closer to your chest. “It helps me sleep. Really.” His scoff wasn’t very subtle as Romano propped himself up with his elbows, eyes narrowed at the plush animal that was held in your arms. You’d recently received the teddy bear from your mother who’d been digging through

The pleasant chime of the bell that reached your ears signified a customer entering the café, and guarding your eyes against the bright sunshine of the morning that managed to infiltrate the quaint little shop, you were graced with the sight of Lukas' familiar, stoic face. “Let me guess,” you mused as he approached the counter, “A black coffee with a dash of sugar and cream along with a slice of lemon bread?” “Hm.” As usual, Lukas only made a small hum that could only mean yes before turning around, making his way towards his usual seat in the corner of the café. Biting back a smile, you tu

If there was one thing Francis Bonnefoy loved more than the world, it definitely had to be you. And also the fact that you were just too cute when you got drowsy. “You don’t have to stay awake with me, mon amour,” Francis spoke, his voice so gentle you could’ve sworn it was trying to coax you to sleep. “I’ll be finished with all this paperwork soon. Get some rest before me, oui?” “But…” A yawn broke through your voice, effectively cutting off your sentence. “…I don’t want you to be lonely…” His heart swelled at your words, a warm smile touching his l

Ludwig was a cute sleeper. You’d give him that. With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look. Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear. “I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!” The German didn’t even move, earning yet an

 As Ludwig opened his eyes, he was met with the darkened and blurred vision of his bedroom. He felt the warm blankets covering his body, his hands and head the only things exposed to the cool air. He lay on his side, his left arm tucked under the pillow and his right outstretched in front of him. The German pushed himself up from the mattress, sitting up on the edge of the bed. He briefly rubbed his eyes, letting out an inaudible sigh through his nose. He had attempted to fall asleep for the past two hours, but he just didn’t feel tired. In fact, he felt the exact opposite. He rested his hand down on the mattress, his knuckles makin