I learned a lot from the Wilfred’s cross stitch and I think I learned a lot from this one too. Starting with the bigger color blocks help keep the back clean and neat, but there’s more room for miscounting stitches.
I definitely want to take this cutie with me on a bag <3
As a Disneychild and devoted Otome fan, I’ve seen a few posts about matchups of the Disney princesses with various Otome men, but none with our actual princes. So here you go, I hope you enjoy :)
Wilfred Spencer: Jasmine.
Wilfred was the most difficult to pair up for me, because in my eyes he is a relatively complex character who you can’t figure out within the first two chapters. Both of these two come from strict households (duh), and want to be seen for more than their title. I imagine them meeting by chance when they sneak of the palace anonymously and just getting to know each other as normal people. They both love their respective kingdoms and its people, and would give each other a sense of normalcy when not busy with any royal duties.
Keith Alford: Merida.
As much as we all love Keith, it’s safe to say that he’s not an easy man to handle. In a woman, he needs a challenge, someone who won’t be swooned by his status or dashing good looks. Merida is the anti-princess, who just wants her freedom. Admittedly, they both have a bit of a temper, however, I can just imagine Keith seeing Merida kick all those men’s ass in archery and instantly fall for her. She won’t make it easy for him, but once they get together they’d be a total power couple!
Roberto Button: Anna.
Listen, my heart M E L T S when I think of these two. They are two perfect rays of sunshine; adventurous, fun-loving, caring, wonderful WONDERFUL people. You could feel their positive energy from ten miles away and they’d brighten up every room they enter and make everyone have heart-eyes by just watching them. They’d also bond on a deeper level, considering the loss of Anna’s parents and Robbie’s mother. When necessary, Anna can very headstrong, especially when it comes to Robbie running away from his duties ;) In conclusion, those two have to be my favourite couple.
Joshua Lieben: Belle.
The first thing that came to mind was - bookworms! Then I thought some more, and liked this pairing better and better. They are both very responsible, and Belle has the open-mindedness that Joshua lacks in the beginning. Also, Belle is not someone to be thrown off by mean words, and she’d have the patience, or rather stubornness to uncover the very soft heart that Joshua is hiding.
Glenn Casiraghi: Mulan.
Another one that was not easy to match up, but ultimately came up with this one (maybe because of similar cultural backgrounds?). Anyway, Mulan is probably the best Disney princess in existence (though I am also a big fan of Moana <3) and possesses the maturity that Glenn is lacking a bit. They are both family people who respect their traditions but also keep their eyes on the future, questioning what’s right and wrong while being faithful to their moral convictions. I also love the image of them practicing archery together, and of Alan playing with Little Brother!
Edward Levaincois: Rapunzel.
These two are so dreamy! Literally. Both very artsy and romantic individuals, with their heads in the clouds sometimes and incomparibly pure hearts. Edward would give Rapunzel all the freedom to discover everything that she’s been missing out on, and also have the patience to teach her about everything she needs to know about life as a royal. He’d also LIVE for braiding her hair (before she cut it of course) and experimenting with different hairstyles. He’d be enchanted by her singing and fascinated by her art, hanging up every single piece in their room and the rest of the castle.
Zain: Tiana.
Tiana is arguably one, if not the most underrated Disney princess; just how Zain is very underrated in my opinion. She’s ambitious, down-to-earth, loving and a fantastic cook. Just right for someone with as big an appetite as Zain! They’d be each other’s greatest supporter and probably have the one of the healthiest relationships you’ve ever seen. Big fan of this pairing!
Yakov Chernenkov: Elsa.
I HAD TO. ‘Scusi. I haven’t played Yakov’s route, but from what I’ve seen he seems to be someone that appears somewhat distant at first, but is incredibly sweet once you get to know him. They give off a similar vibe, and for me the saying “Birds of the same feather flock together” is absolutely true. I think they’d understand each other on a deeper level, always having to be strong on the outside, having a whole kingdom relying on them. With each other I feel they could be vulnerable. Plus, not that it’s important, they’d just look gorgeous next to each other!
After a long, long while, I am done with Yakov Chernenkov's route!
At the last minute, I also got a plot twist in the form of Zen/Zain being connected to Yakov, as Zen/Zain was formerly a prince of Santis, one of the three kingdoms that are part of Sanct Sybil.
That seriously threw me off-guard, but then, I have never played Zen/Zain's route, even on Love 365.
The Mystic Messenger Be My Princess fanfic nobody asked for! Ray watches MC and Zain get it on. Pretty much pwp (porn without plot) so you probably don’t need to know both fandoms for follow it.
Warnings: Smut, Lemon, VOYEURISM, Solo, Angst (just to be clear, they don’t know he’s watching)
Ray sighed as he watched the object of his affections move across the screen in his room. She didn’t know he was watching, of course. She didn’t even know that he existed. The lady in question was a lady of some importance and that’s why Ray has chosen her: she would be a powerful ally for Mint Eye. At least at first that’s what Ray has thought but the more he watched her and the more he came to know about her, the more captivated he became. That’s why he needed to work harder and grow stronger. Things were not quite ready for her but every night, Ray would watch her and dream of the day he would bring her to Magenta. He ached to see her in person, to serve her, to make her smile. She was smiling tonight while Ray watched and how he yearned to one day he the reason for her smile.
However, as he watched, the real reason she was smiling entered the room. Her butler, Zain. Ray knew who he was. Ray knew everyone who was close to her and planned how they might best serve Mint Eye and what obstacles they might present in bringing their target there. Perhaps it would have been natural for Ray to feel jealously towards Zain but instead, he admired him. Zain was everything Ray wanted to be: he was handsome, confident, brilliant, and, most importantly, he served the lady the way Ray dreamed of serving her. There was no one closer to her than Zain and Ray hoped that some day that would be him by her side.
Ray had seen them together many times before but tonight there was something different about their interactions. Ray couldn’t put his finger on it and he turned up the volume on his audio surveillance hoping that perhaps it would give him some clues.
The lady was taking off her jewelry and when she reached for her earring, Zain came to her side to assist her.
“Please allow me,” he spoke softly, as he came closer to her. His voice was soft and although there was still a touch of formality in it, Ray thought that Zain sounded somewhat breathless. He couldn’t understand why, he appeared to be in good shape and Ray had not seen him do anything strenuous for some time.
Ray thought he saw the butler’s fingers slightly caress the lady’s neck as he removed her earring and, her smiled widened at that slight hint of a touch.
Zain removed the second earring and then moved behind her open the clasp on her necklace. Ray used the controls on the camera to zoom in a bit closer. He couldn’t explain why, but something about the sight of the lady, holding her hair, offering her neck to a man made his heart race. Ray couldn’t help but think that Zain was leaning a bit closer than he needed to in order to open the clasp. He was certain she must be able to feel his breath on the back of her neck. Perhaps the butler needed glasses in order to see things up close.
When Zain took the necklace away, Ray realized his heart was racing. He couldn’t understand why until the lady reached out to caress Zain’s cheek. At that moment, Ray finally began to understand.
Ray had never much cared for touch. Too often it was paired with violence in his history and so he tended to shy away from it. He had also never cared much for nudity or pornography. He had looked at it, of course but he never saw the appeal. There was something foreign about it and he almost felt as though he were an alien watching humans with a sort of indifference. As though he could never be the one he was watching nor would he want to be. That changed when he watched her touch Zain’s face. Without thinking, Ray reached up to gently touch his own cheek, pretending it was her hand and imagining how it must feel. He was certain Zain must be the luckiest man in the world to experience such a thing.
“Thank you, Zain,” she replied, less formally though in the same breathless tone that Zain had used earlier. Ray wished he had been recording this. He would like to listen to that voice with headphones on, feeling the vibration of those soft words against his ear.
As Ray watched, their lips moved together and he gasped. Something about this kiss was different from the ones he’d seen before. This kiss was slow and tender. It made Ray’s heart start to race. The two gently touched one another while they kissed and Ray was mesmerized. Zain ran his fingers down her neck and towards her chest before reaching for her arm. His fingers traveled from her elbow up under the sleeve of her dress and although there was nothing lewd about it, it excited Ray in a way that pornography never had.
He watched as her hands slipped under Zain’s jacket and around his body. Instinctively, Ray reached down to touch his side through his shirt wondering just how much he would feel if she were to touch him like that?
Ray’s other hand reached for the volume control but he stopped himself and looked over his shoulder. He wouldn’t want the other believers to hear this and wonder what he was doing, and so he reached for a pair of headphones instead.
By the time he could turn his attention back to the footage on the screen, he saw that Zain was unzipping the back of her dress. Ray had a moment of confusion when the fabric parted only to reveal something else underneath it. Although his savior forced him to wear a formal suit, Ray was not very familiar with women’s clothing and so he did not understand that he was seeing the back of the lady’s corset. He was so puzzled by it, wondering if she was wearing another dress under her more formal one, that he did not notice that, once unzipped, the dress fell away in the front revealing her breasts to her lover. It was only when Zain ran his hands down her arms, helping her move the dress fully down her body, that he saw and nearly jumped out of his chair. Because he did not understand the corset, he had not realized how exposed she was even with so much of her back still covered. Perhaps some small part of Ray had still believed that what he was seeing was innocent. That kissing might be the end of it while her butler helped her change but now all such illusions were dashed.
Ray licked his lips when he saw just how exposed she was and yet only the dark blush on her cheeks suggested that she felt at all ashamed by it. Once her dress had fallen to her waist, she put her arms around Zain’s shoulders, making no effort to cover herself and actually moving her chest slightly closer to his face.
Ray watched their lips come together once more and, fortunately for him, she moved her hands down Zain’s chest towards his waist, unintentionally giving Ray a clearer view of her chest. He could now see that Zain’s hands were traveling from her cheeks down her neck and slowly over her newly exposed breasts.
The lady pulled back with a gasp as Zain’s thumbs teased over her nipples.
“Does that feel good?” Zain asked with a grin. Even to Ray, the answer was obvious. Although he had never seen true pleasure on a woman’s face, he recognized it on hers now.
“Yes. YES!” She cried, the first time barely audible and the second almost too loud.
Ray bit his lip to stifle a moan while his right hand began to caress the growing bulge in his pants. His left reached under the ruffles on his shirt and began to open the buttons so that he could touch his own chest. Ray loved how shameless she was. How enthusiastically she wanted this.
“Good girl,” Zain smiled at her, leaning forward to plant a gentle kiss on her lips before working his way down to trail kisses down her neck, the whole time, his hands caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples in ways that made her gasp and squirm.
Ray could tell that Zain had his tongue and lips on the tip of her breasts and whatever he was doing was clearly driving her wild but he couldn’t get a good enough angle to see exactly what Zain was doing. Ray desperately wanted to see. He needed to know so that, when the time came, he could do the same for her. Whatever it was, the soft noises she made had Ray stroking himself a bit harder while his fingers under his shirt teased his own nipple. He pulled those fingers out to lick them, wondering what moisture on that most sensitive part of his chest would feel like. When he touched himself again with wet fingers, he let out a short gasp and quickly looked around to make sure no one had heard him.
On the screen, Zain’s shirt was now open so that she could explore his chest as well. Ray was impressed by just how strong Zain looked. Perhaps it was normal for a butler to look like him, but Ray had always suspected that men never looked that attractive unless they devoted themselves to it like that narcissist Zen did. However, somehow it seemed natural for Zain. Perhaps his work was more demanding than Ray had realized or maybe he just developed muscle easily.
As their bodies came together and they began to kiss once more, Ray wondered what her chest must feel like in that moment. Could they feel one another’s hearts’ beating? Was she as warm and soft as she looked?
The way Zain moaned into the kiss led Ray to believe that she must feel every bit as amazing as he imagined she would.
Unable to take any more, Ray opened his pants and his hand slipped inside. He still only touched himself through his underwear, but it was more satisfying than touching himself through his pants. The hand in his shirt began to pinch his nipple, needing more and more sensation the longer he played with himself.
Zain’s hands carefully pulled the dress that had falling around her waist higher and higher until he could life it over her head. He then reached around to untie the crinoline she wore. He pulled that over her head as well and they both chuckled a bit at how awkward the action was. It had messed her hair and Zain smiled softly at her as he carefully moved it back into place. It struck Ray just how kind the butler’s eyes were in that moment and he felt something like pain in his chest. In that moment, he knew there was something between the lady and her butler. Something Ray didn’t have.
Zain then reached for the ties of her corset but the lady took his hands, stopping him and causing him to look up at her in confusion.
“Would you like me to keep it on, Zain?” She asked with a mischievous grin.
Although the question was not for him, Ray looked her over and realized just how different she looked. Clad in only the corset, which only accentuated her breast and did nothing to hide them, stockings, a garter belt, and lace underwear that matched the design on the corset, she looked for more like a sexy model than the refined and proper lady Ray was used to seeing. He found himself looking back and forth between her face and body to reassure himself that it was really her. Something about the contrast was terribly attractive to him.
“Is it uncomfortable?” Zain asked, with far more concern showing on his face than Ray felt he would ever be able to manage in that situation. “I enjoy seeing all of you and touching every inch of your skin. Though I cannot deny that it does suit you… So, I will let you decide if you should keep it on or not.”
She hesitated a moment before reaching up to untie the laces herself.
Ray looked to see how Zain was responding and saw that his eyes darkened and grew even more lustful.
“Good girl,” Zain whispered as his hands moved to help her. They kissed once more as together they worked to remove the garment. When it fell away, Zain began to touch her newly exposed lower back before his fingers traveled around to the area below her breasts. There were red marks from where the corset had gripped her and his fingers moved gently over them.
“May I kiss you here?” He asked between kisses, his fingers traveling lower, hinting that he might be asking to kiss more than her midriff.
“Yes,’ came her breathless answer before moving over to the bed.
She laid down and looked so absolutely inviting and yet so natural. Ray practically felt as though he was in the room with her. This was so very very different from the few images of women he had seen before. His fingers slipped beneath his underwear and he gasped even though it was just his own hand touching his skin.
Zain pulled away his shirt and jacket as he walked over to her. Again, Ray was impressed by just how strong the other man looked. Almost like a male model but that only made him seem all the more appropriate as a partner for such a woman. Zain quickly removed his shoes and socks and then opened his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.
“Gods you’re handsome, Zain!” She breathed, looking at him with a lust that matched what Ray had seen reflected in Zain’s eyes moments earlier.
“And every inch of me is yours,” he added as he moved to hover over her.
As promised, Zain began to kiss her midriff, as though trying to remove the fading marks with his lips.
“I’m glad you took it off,” he whispered, softly enough that Ray struggled to hear him.
“I just wanted to please you,” she replied, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair.
Zain looked up at her, taking her hand from his head to kiss her palm and then her wrist.
“I take no pleasure from your pain,” he told her seriously.
“It didn’t hurt much. I could barely feel it,” she assured him.
“I still prefer you without it,” he spoke, kissing her fingers now.
“And without this,” he grinned, reaching down to open her garter belt.
She gasped as he opened the belt and used both hands to pull it down, taking her panties and stockings with him.
Her hips rose, moving that most intimate part of her closer to him as it was exposed.
Ray pulled the hand from his shirt, needing it to cover his mouth. He bit his finger, using the other hand to pull his pants and underwear down to his knees. It was taking a lot of effort for him not to make noise but he feared the other believers would hear him if he did. Not only did he not wish to be caught like this, he didn’t want to share what he was seeing with anyone else.
Zain pulled away the last of her clothing, tossing it aside. His lady responded by opening her legs more widely as she offered herself to him. Zain placed a hand on the far side of her ankle, moving it towards his lips. He kissed the inner portion of her leg, slowly loving further and further upwards.
The noises she was making now were absolutely obscene and Ray was threatening to be overcome by everything he saw and heard. As Zain’s lips traveled higher, Ray held his breath. Certainly he wouldn’t…
The woman gave a loud cry and her hips rose again as his face moved between her legs. Zain moaned as well, and his hips thrust against the bed. There were wet noises now, mixed with both their cries. Ray was stroking himself furiously as he watched. One of Zain’s hands was between her legs, seemingly he had at least one finger within her while he licked. His other hand moved up to her breast while she herself teased the other one.
“Zain! ZAIN!” She began to cry and Ray felt a bit of his passion drain when another man’s name came from her lips.
Her body shook and a flush covered her chest. Ray noticed sweat developing on her brow.
She cried loudly a few times in pleasure before Zain’s movements began to slow and he pulled away, looking up at her.
She reached down, tenderly caressing his face.
“Please…” she breathed “I want you…”
Ray couldn’t see the expression Zain made but he saw him nod. Zain then held up a wet hand and used it to point to his mouth.
“Is this…?” He began to ask but his woman cut him off before he could get the question out.
“Yes… Please,” she spoke, leaning forward a bit as though to pull him on top of her.
Ray pondered for a moment, wondering about Zain’s question before deciding it was unimportant. In fact, Zain was going to ask if she wished for him to clean himself before they continued although he knew from experience it was unlikely she would.
With her assurance they could continue, Zain pulled his underwear away and moved completely on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, guiding him into a kiss.
Ray licked his lips, wondering how she would taste. The angle he had was not good but he could see what looked like her hand moving between them. After a few moments, Zain threw his head back and let out a deep moan. He then seemed to adjust his hips and thrust forward and they both cried out at once.
Ray wished he could see more, wondering what Zain was feeling and how she must look in that moment. With Zain above her, Ray could not see clearly and he moved his neck, as though that would help to move the image on the screen.
“Zain!” She cried again. “Let me?”
“As you wish.”
With that, Zain moved off of her and lay beside her on the bed.
Ray’s eyes grew wide when he saw the size of the other man in his full glory. He didn’t get to look for long before the woman was on top of him and Ray forgot everything that had come before. Ray had never known this could be done in this way. What must she look like from below? Face looking down filled with pleasure, using him as she wished? Ray chastised himself for not installing a camera at a better angle.
After a few adjustments and a deep moan that Zain was inside her once again. Now Ray was getting a better idea of what Zain must be feeling as he watched the woman move. At least it was easier for him to move his hand in a way that mirrored their actions.
Zain’s hands moved to touch her breasts. He was looking at her in total awe and love. Something about that look was a like a knife in Ray’s heart but his attention was taken when one of Zain’s hands moved down. He wondered what Zain was touching somewhere in the front of her where their bodies joined. As Zain began to touch that spot, she began to cry out again. Ray saw the way she shook. She was screaming Zain’s name again and Ray had to reach with his free hand to turn the sound off. Hearing Zain’s name was spoiling his pleasure. He tried to put it out of his mind as he watched how she moved, imagining the cries of pleasure he’d heard before. The cries without the name. Thinking of this, Ray spilled all over his keyboard.
On the screen, Zain was reaching up to touch his lover’s face with both hands, smiling kindly at her. Ray looked up as their bodies fell together onto the bed, and he felt a tightness in his chest and his overheated body seemed strangely cold. He was suddenly lonely and he turned the screen off. Tears formed in his eyes and he held himself for a moment. Eventually, he fixed his clothes and went to find some wipes to clean the keyboard. He would need to work harder. So much harder, to be worthy of her. He would sacrifice everything, give up sleep and then, some day, he would be the one with her. He told himself this to help fight his tears. He needed to get back to work. If he worked hard enough, he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else. He wouldn’t be able to feel the cold and loneliness take over so different from the warmth and love felt miles away in a room he could see but not reach.
A boy of five ran towards the house, tracking little footsteps through the snow. This was his first Christmas away from his Papa, and he missed him fiercely.
It was quiet where grandpa and grandma lived, and he got his Mama all to himself. Crown princes did not complain, he reminded himself. Mama missed Papa too, and she would be sad if she knew he was sad, so he had to be a big soldier and keep Mama smiling. He held onto the little snowman he made for her, his breath puffing out in white.
“Zain!” His mother called again.
“Coming!”
Dashing up to the verdana, he quickly kicked the snow off his boots.
“Look Mama, I made this for you!” Zain held up his gift for her to see.
“Oh did you? Aren’t you the sweetest.” She beamed at him, ruffling his hair. “Why don’t we put Mr. Snowman in the freezer, and that way, he’ll stay nice and cold?”
“Yea!”
“Let’s hurry. We don’t want to miss Papa.”
Storing away Mr. Snowman, Zain and his mother sat in a cozy tatami room where the TV streamed the festivities from Sanctis. Zain looked at his mother’s face. It was a look she had whenever she saw Papa’s image. Even as a child, the look made his heart hurt. Looking around to make sure there was no one else watching, Zain climbed into his mother’s lap.
“Oh! Zain. What are you doing?”
Zain shook his head and squeezed his mother’s hand. He had grown too tall to do this, but he didn’t think his mother cared. He tucked his knees to his chin, and smiled when his mother hugged him close.
“Zain. Zain?” The sweetest voice called him from his reverie.
“Hm?”
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, just thinking.”
She slipped her hand in his lacing their fingers together. She didn’t pressed. It was simple to follow his gaze until it landed on their son, playing in the snow with the other palace children.
“He’s already so grown.”
“Time passes fast with children,” she murmured, laying her head on his shoulder.
“It does doesn’t it?
“Shall get call him in?” she offered.
“No let him play some more. He only gets to be a child once.” His wife squeezed his hand tightly.
His son was now the same age he had been when his world had turned on its head. He hadn’t known then that his first carefree Christmas in Oriens would be the last he would have with his mother. Christmas had been her favorite holiday. If only she could see what he had made for himself now. Would she be proud of him?
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