「.*☆SOVBRIT ONESHOTS☆*.」

【Hold me close ...🔞🥀】

I WILL MAYBE PROLLY MIGHT NOT WON'T STOP / KEEP DOING SMUTS 🌚

kk so basically I love toxic / violent oneshots don't ask why and I'm making this up as I go along so let it be known this *mayyyy* get a lil 🍇ey cause like .....acc why not 💀🙄.

(This is an au where uk was forced into an arranged marriage to france(male they're gæ biotches) by his father BE to mellow out his and the french empires beef cause history is so mad. To every guy who ever told me women are overdramatic, i beg u to pick up a history textbook for once in ur life . Like someone making fun of your forehead, being gargantuous is not deep enough to try and invade them, babes.)

Btw this won't be smut with sovbrit thsi is more of an angst chapter for uk cause I have a whole ass lore for him , a lot is influenced by "the nerds charm" (its awsome i highly recomend 🤭FYI THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT SERIES I TOOK INSPIRATION THIS IS NOT A COLLAB OF ANY SORT LET THAT BE KNOWN PLS )and par t of it is this

---No one's pov:

It was a cold November evening, the sky grey and the clouds crying softly as their tears hit the icy, patchy grounds of the castle . Dribbling down the rocky exterior and pattering on the stained glass as its kingdom slowly walked through the halls . His face appeared tired, and his arms sore , his short heels clicking quietly as he made his way to his room.

A baby in his arms , babbling softly in its sleep . Eyes shut tight and hands in little fists as it giggled and wriggled in his mothers arms . The small baby , exactly 2 weeks old , was adored by all . Servants , nobles, Lords, his subjects , his mother, and even his father , though distant .

Oh, how uk loved him , the light of his life , his purpose, and his legacy. His and all his. His son . His baby boy in his arms . The thought made his heart swell with pride. Having made a life , something that will soon grow into a person . One that can talk and walk and sing and think and converse and strategies and one he can show love to.

Sometimes, it felt he lived only for his baby , being sold into marriage , a peacekeeper between his father and father-in-law. A pawn in their wicked and twisted games for power and superiority over the other. Sometimes, their sadistic actions made him question his own sanity .

He arrived at his room, opening the intricately chiselled door to reveal a grand bedroom . A bed in the centre back , standing 12 inches above the ground with tall gold pillars reaching from each corner up to the ceiling above it. A delicate white lace strung between each piller , with a mural of angels above . A nightstand on either side , a desk in the corner , a gorgeous wardrobe , a glinting chandelier, but most of all , a small cott in the corner .one with a gold rim , lace around the trim of the hood , a padded bottom , and a blanket placed snuggly inside . One which uk carefully placed his baby inside . He leaned down to kiss his baby's flag . Stripy red and white , with his father's flag in the left corner .

After an hour or so of standing above the cott , watching his baby babble and giggle before finally falling into a blissful sleep , he finally turned away, getting ready for bed .

He was alone , aside from the servants , he lived in the Royal Palace in France, with his husband and hus father In law , FE . France was away on. Buissiness , so it was really just him and FE . That guy.... he had always made uk feel uncomfortable, his sharp eyes and devilish glare .how he felt FE mentally undress him from across the room . And how the man would make remarks on his appearance , even in front of his family . Calling his "angelic in sight" and "a gift for the sences". How the man would get a tad too close when given the chance ,, to take opportunities to caress his hands and body .