#prince!shawn

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𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞

[randxmthxughts]

The Royal Engagement - Part 1 (Prince!Shawn AU)

Part 1

word count: 1,6K

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    “We can wait until I turn seventeen and I can marry him instead of you,” Lydia said, as you watched your maid put final touches in your ponytail.

    “Lydia, dear, I wish we could do that,” you smiled, turning over your shoulder to look at you little sister, “but I am afraid that we cannot wait anymore. Every day matters.”

    Lydia only sighed and nodded her head. You thanked your maid and told her that you would join the rest of the family downstairs in a moment.

    “You look like a princess, Y/N,” Lydia let out while playing with her red hair.

    “Should I remind you that I am one?” you chuckled, standing up from your chair.

    Lydia chuckled back and dropped her hands in the air.

    “Still, I cannot believe that you refuse to look at his photos! He is so handsome, Y/N!”

    “I believe you, but I think of this meeting as of a blind date. I am not supposed to know how he looks before I meet him,” you walked over to your side table to grab your lucky bracelet.

    “I bet he knows how you look,” Lydia tried to tease you.

    “It does not matter in the end,” you let out, ready to leave, “I don’t have a choice. I am still going to marry him.”

    You waited for your sister to join you as you walked out of the room and down the stairs. Your butler and few of the staff members were lined up by the wall in the hall, while your father and mother stood next to each other in the middle of it on a big red rug. You silently stood next to your mother, who reached out to your hand and squeezed it. Lydia stood next to you, impatiently moving from foot to foot.

    “Are you ready to meet Prince Shawn, my dear?” your father asked you in anticipation.

    “Of course,” you answered and saw a satisfied smile lightening up his face.

    There wasn’t much that you could say or do in a situation like this one. As a king, your father had his responsibilities and duties, and as his daughter, you had yours. ALthough it still felt like you were a product of trade for peace in this situation, but you couldn’t really deny marrying the prince of your neighbouring country if it meant keeping your family and country safe.  A set of countries in the West were preparing for the war against Southerners, and the only way to ensure your security and get out of the water dry was to establish good relations with Wivernille. Therefore, when your father told you that you would be meeting Prince Shawn, you had already guessed that you were going to protect your country with the price of your freedom. You had agreed on doing everything in your power to keep you away from war. 

There was only one thing you had asked from your father - time. You wanted to have just a few months to get to know the prince and not marry him in a matter of weeks. You had no hopes for falling in love with him, that’s for sure. But for some reason having just a little time made you feel a bit more secure and you were hoping for establishing at least friendly relationships with him. Your father was a little hesitant, but after negotiating with the king of the neighbouring country, they agreed on giving you two months. No more, no less. The engagement would be announced two weeks in, and after two month the marriage would be settled.

    “King Manuel and Prince Shawn of Wivernille,” the butler announced loudly and the doors opened to reveal the royal family. Well, a part of it.

    You were aware that the Prince and the King would be visiting you, and you would have to meet the rest of the family while visiting Wivernille with Prince Shawn in a few weeks. You couldn’t hide that you were very anxious about leaving your home. You had stayed away.

    A pair of eyes have settled on you the moment the guests have been announced. It was Officer Rogers who was closely following behind King Manuel and his son. You bit your lip to hide a satisfied smile. Officer Rogers was a loyal friend of your father. Although he was quite young he had already built a reputation and was trustworthy due to his completed tasks. Your father had officer Rogers around the castle very often to discuss various matters on the security and military services. You knew that there was no chance of him liking you, but you still sometimes would let yourself admire him from afar.

    “And this is my daughter, Princess Y/N of Ironwynne,” your father smiled up at you, snapping you back to reality.

    You curtsied as King Manuel nodded, eyeing you up and down. Yet, another person checking if you were worthy of marrying Prince Shawn. It was a brief interaction, and you didn’t even realize how practised were your movements. You couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. 

    “My son, Prince Shawn of Wivernille,” you heard, as you looked up at a face of a young man who appeared in front of you.

    He was very tall, you thought at first. Prince Shawn was handsome; in fact, even more handsome than Lydia had described him to be. You curtsied and noticed that he extended his palm towards you. A little hesitant you placed your hand in his to shake it, but instead, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. He then gently let go of your hand and smiled at you with the whitest set of teeth you had ever seen. How pretentious!

    It’s been all a blur how your family and the guests have walked to the dining room and were placed around the table. Usually, you would be dining around a rectangular shaped long wooden table, and your father always sat alone at the head of it. But this time he ordered to dine around a round table, so he could show to King Manuel that they were allies. It was a power move that you had found to be very wise. It happened that next to King Manuel sat your father , then your mother, your sister, you, and Prince Shawn. Officer Rogers had disappeared, and you found that thought very disappointing.

    “I have to admit, Princess Y/N, you look even more beautiful in real life than in photos,” Prince Shawn whispered to you.

    You took a sip of your water, holding yourself from rolling your eyes. Small chatting during dinner? Seriously? You turned to him for a brief moment, trying not to interrupt the conversation between King Manuel and your father.

    “Thank you,” you smiled politely, “Can I take that as a hint that you have been looking at my photos?”

    “Well, of course, I have. I couldn’t resist myself; I was very curious,” he grinned, leaning closer to you, “haven’t you been curious?”

    “I have,” you nodded, “but this is the first time I am discovering how you look.”

    Prince Shawn raised his eyebrows in surprise and opened his mouth to elaborate but got interrupted by his father.

    “Princess Y/N, what do you think?”

    You took a second to recall the brief parts of the conversation that you caught in between. Something about a railway. Right. Building a railway between Wivernille and Ironwynne.

    “I believe that it is a marvellous idea,” you answered, trying to sound confident.

    Your father smiled proudly and nodded his head, but King Manuel seemed unsatisfied with your answer. As if he was, yet again, trying you. He stared at you expectantly.

    “Well, firstly, it would be the fastest and surest way of building trust between our nations. Believe it or not, but people will be more open and friendly to one another during a two-hour ride, and sometime later they will get more comfortable around each other,” you continued, as King Manuel started slowly nodding his head, agreeing. “And secondly, our people could easily travel and explore your country, and the other way around. It is a great way of showing that we are neighbours and should act like ones.“

    You finished, briefly looking at your mother who was nodding with a small smile. Your father seemed beyond satisfied as he was expectantly looking at King Manuel to hear his response. King Manuel eventually broke into a grin, which gave away that he was satisfied with your answer as well.

    “Very well, Princess Y/N, that is exactly what your father and I were hoping for,” he said.

    “Good job, I didn’t know you were so good at this,” Prince Shawn whispered to you, leaning in.

    “Good at what?” you whispered back, frowning.

    “My dear, would you like to join us when we discuss the railway during my stay?” King Manuel addressed you again, and you quickly turned to him, not finding out what Prince Shawn meant.

    “Princess Y/N was obsessed with trains as a kid. It would be a pleasure for me to watch you work with us on this matter,” your father smiled at you, hinting that you should accept King Manuel’s offer.

    “Of course, that would be an honour,” you replied.

    “Very good,” King Manuel nodded again, “I am sure that my son would also be honoured to join us. It will be a great learning experience for him.”

    You almost rolled your eyes again. Of course, Prince Shawn was handsome and maybe not so bad, but you couldn’t help but think that him being extremely nice was just an act. And you weren’t the one to bear it.

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part 2

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alriiight, so here it is, part one!!! I hope you’re excited for this just as much as I am. I’m planning on about 3-4 parts so it would be very encouraging to get started on them if you leave some feedback and reblog :)

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[writtenbybigoceans]

Forbidden Pt 2

I hope everyone who celebrates it had a lovely Christmas! and if you don’t then I hope you had a chill ass day with your family and loved ones. Here’s part two of Prince Shawn xx   Part 1 here

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“You will not be rejecting this offer!” Her father bellows, slamming his fist down so hard on the desk the ink pot resting on it bounced off the surface. Across from him, his daughter stands with her arms crossed, meeting his furious stare defiantly.

“I have worked tirelessly to secure you and your sister’s futures and to provide for this family. This will ensure your comfort and safety and you would throw it away so easily?!”

His face was turning an impressive shade of blotchy red, so much so that he almost resembled a tomato. Y/n noted this as she breathed in, trying desperately to keep calm despite his anger.

“I promise you I do not wish ill on my sister,” Y/n replies calmly. “I trust my choice will not prevent them from finding suitable husbands. I hear Catherine is popular among the young men at the balls.”

“How will it look if I allow my youngest daughter to marry before the eldest is settled?”

“I doubt anyone who knows our family will care much, they all know how untameable and wild the eldest is. Who would want to marry her?” She replies with a dry smile. “No one will care.”

“And what will you do? Remain unmarried until your death? Surely you do not expect your sister to provide for you after we’re gone?”

“I expect I will find someone I can settle down with eventually. Someone I love.” Y/n’s voice softens slightly as she speaks, her eyes drifting down to the worn floorboards under her shoes. A ghostly sensation passes over her lips as her mind conjures images of Shawn’s eyelashes fluttering closed and the warmth of his mouth on hers in that stolen moment in the groundskeeper’s hut, and every other moment since. Her heart swells in her chest before she remembers her father sitting across from her. Hoping none of her thoughts had shown themselves on her face in her lapse in concentration. Her father stares at her incredulously over his ancient spectacles.

“Love?” he murmurs. He looks slightly shell-shocked as if he’d just seen a ghost and didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “Love?! You truly are a foolish girl if you think marriages happen out of love. The world is a cruel place, Y/n. You need food on the table and a roof over your head before you can worry about such whimsical things as love.”

“And you truly are a foolish man if you think I will marry a stranger because of something as shallow as money.”

“There is nothing foolish about not starving,” he snaps savagely, collapsing into his chair and resting his head in his hands. From below his interlocked fingers, he muttered,

“Lord, give me strength! It’s bad enough that the groundskeeper quit, and now I have this ungrateful child throwing away all I’ve tried to give her!”

Her attention caught, she steps closer.

“What did you say? The groundskeeper quit?”

“Oh, something about going back to his sick mother in the city or something. Now I have to find someone else to tend to the land.” He grumbles, pulling a sheet of paper towards himself and lifting his quill. “Leave me to deal with this mess now.”

But she’s already out of the door when he utters his dismissal, her feet barely touching the ground as she races through the house to the back door. She doesn’t stop until she reaches the groundskeeper’s hut, throwing its door open and stumbling over the threshold.

The warmth that had permeated her memories of the hut had vanished, leaving a frigid, empty shell of a room. The rough wooden shelves were still full but the cot was bare, all worn blankets taken from the skeletal frame. The fireplace was dark, leaving long creeping shadows stretching across the floor in the place of the flickering light. He was gone.

Her breath was coming short and fast, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her ribcage felt hollowed out, nothing but a gaping void sucking in all warmth and light and air. She was vaguely aware of the door falling shut behind her but her mind was clouded in a thick fog. How could he vanish like this without even a word of goodbye?

Every secret moment they had snatched over the past few weeks, every stolen glance in each other’s direction, every murmured midnight conversation, were they all meaningless? Had he not even thought her worthy of a note?

Not a trace of him was left, even his smell had been erased by the damp of the rain that seeped in through the holes in the roof.

And then what sounded like a crinkle of paper, coming from under her foot. Stepping to the side, she finds a folded piece of paper, her name scrawled untidily across it.

Darling Y/n, it reads.

Please forgive me for leaving so abruptly without even saying goodbye. I have received word that my mother has fallen ill and I must return to the city to help care for her. The past few weeks with you have been the happiest of my life and I hate to leave you.

I do not know when I will be able to see you again but I hope it is soon and I hope that you can wait for me.

Love,

Shawn

And like that, a new resolve hardens within her. She wouldn’t wait around for him to come back. A plan already beginning to take shape in her mind, she folds the note and stows it in her pocket, stepping out of the cabin and walking briskly back towards the house.

[mendeshoney]

Hi 👋

I’ll be posting chapter five later on tonight!

[starboyholland]

Prince Shawn | Shawn Mendes Blurb

-Shawn always smiling and waving to people out of the windows of his armored car -even though his multitude of body guards wish he wouldn't -Shawn always looking so damn good in expensive suits -wearing a ceremonial crown and looking straight outta Disney -seeing you at some fancy ball and being so relieved to see somebody his age that he can talk to -you seeing him at some event in a foreign kingdom and walking up to hug him strategically, whispering "I forgot to read my packet... I know know anything about the customs here I'm in deep shit please help," so nobody will notice -Shawn grinning and the two of you walk around arm in arm all night so he can whisper to you who is an important figure and stuff like that -Shawn living in this huge, beautiful castle but his favorite part still being the back yard where he can play basketball and mess around -Shawn doing hospital visits and making kids days in there because now they can all say they've met a real life prince -you walking in and unintentionally blowing Shawn out of the water because everyone now can say they've met a beautiful, real life princess -Shawn not even being jealous because he's just excited to have you around -trying to keep your friendship away from the press and failing -trying to keep your relationship away from the press and failing -trying to keep your wedding a secret from the press and failing -trying to keep a royal baby a secret from the press (and, let's say it all together now) failing -never trying to hide your love for each other

[randxmthxughts]

                The Royal Engagement (Prince!Shawn AU)

[randxmthxughts]

minor details about The Royal Engagement (Prince!Shawn AU)

- the series have been inspired by The Selection book series by Kiera Cass. Although, the concept is different, some situations throughout the series might remind you of the original book.

- the title of the series is inspired by The Royal Romance story in Choices game by Pixelberry.

- yes, the photo of Chris Evans in the masterlist is relevant. he portrays Steve Rogers, an officer, who works for the King of Ironwynne. However, he is not Captain America. The character is about 24, he has been working for the King since he was 20 and first joined the military service. Due to his great accomplishments and quick thinking he eventually got noticed by the King of Ironwynne who took him under his wing as his adviser. The Princess have known Officer Rogers for 2 years now but they have never socialized one on one, only having brief interactions. However, Y/N admires Officer Rogers and has a little crush on him, that she won’t admit.

- I’m not taking any inspiration or basing the story on any current event in the world. I use terms such as Southerners and Westerners being enemies, but it’s only for the purpose of the fic as I didn’t really need to come up with more names, this was the easiest way

- Y/N is the Princess of Ironwynne, Shawn is the Prince of Wivernille. Both names are made up and were found on Google, so don’t come for me :D they sound a little stupid but just serious enough for a fic

you can find the cover and all of the parts for the series here

[writtenbybigoceans]

Forbidden

A little Prince! Shawn for you on this fine day. Hope you’re all doing well xx

The door slammed shut behind her with a tremendous bang but it still didn’t satisfy the turbulent anger boiling inside of her. She whirled around the gate enclosing that back of the house, stomping down the packed earth path through the overgrown gardens. She just needed to be away. Away from the house, from the disapproving glare of her father and the disappointed sighs of her mother, away from the crushing weight of the expectations she constantly shouldered. She was so carried away with her own frustration she didn’t even notice the steadily darkening sky and the steely clouds eclipsing the sun. It wasn’t until something icy cold and wet splattered on her cheek that she looked up, and hastened her gate, her anger quickly forgotten. She should be able to reach a shelter at the edge of the paddock before the rain came.

Above her, the clouds emitted a formidable roar and unleashed a torrent of rain on the earth below. To hell with being ladylike, she thinks bitterly to herself, hoisting her long skirts up to her knee and breaking into a wild run towards the bottom of the paddock. Just as the rain began to worsen, she saw the creaky lean-to and ran full pelt towards it, stumbling gratefully under its aged roof and crashed directly into something already standing there.

“Oof,” it grunted as she barrelled into the sturdy weight. With a scream of shock, she shoved herself away and backed against the wall of the shelter. Almost as soon as she sees her companion’s face, her panic ebbs. It was the labourer her father had hired to replace their old groundsman, Shawn.

“Sorry if I frightened you, Miss Y/n. I was just taking cover from the rain,” he told her in his usual sober manner.

“Do not apologise. I was just not expecting anyone else to be out.” She let her eyes drift up to the tangled mop of wet curls flopping into his eyes and the smattering of rain on the shoulders of his tattered jacket. Breaking her prolonged look at him, she gazed out over the grounds. The rain was coming down in grey sheets, thick and fast.

“How long until it will ease do you think?” she asked of him.

“I can’t say, Miss.”

She sighed softly. It wasn’t ideal, but, despite herself, she felt relieved. Any length of time trapped there was better than still being inside the house. Though it would be better if she wasn’t soaked to the skin with icy water, she conceded, as she felt the dampness seeping through the layers of her clothes.

“You’re shivering,” Shawn commented, taking her by surprise. She hadn’t even realised she was but as she glanced down at her hand she saw it was shaking. 

“It’s nothing,” she said dismissively, but he had already removed his coat and was draping it over her shoulders. It swamped her significantly smaller frame. “Oh, thank you.”

“The groundskeeper’s hut isn’t far from here. If we run there we shouldn’t get too wet. There’s a fire to warm up by.” The very thought of drying off beside a warm fire was enough to convince her. She nodded and they set off, dashing through the muddying landscape towards the tiny building on the edge of her family’s land.

Shawn pounded up the stairs and opened the door, revealing a single, humble room behind it. Just as he had said, there was a small fireplace in one corner. He quickly set about lighting it. She took the time to look around.

Rough wooden shelves stood against one wall, stacked high with various gardening tools. A rickety-looking cot was shoved against the adjoining wall. Cooking utensils were stacked neatly beside a single over-turned crate. As she turned back to the hut’s crouched inhabitant her eyes fell to the rain-soaked shoulders of his loose tunic shirt. It clung to the skin beneath it, outlining the curve of the muscles underneath. He turned towards her, revealing a flickering fire in the grate behind him.

“Here,” he said, pulling a blanket down from the shelves. With it draped over one arm, he approached her, stopping when he was close enough that she could make out each dark eyelash that framed his chocolate-brown eyes. He reached around her, sending her heart into a flutter, and grasped the collar of his now sodden jacket, lifting it from her shoulders and tossing it over the crate. He wrapped the blanket around her in its place, pulling her slightly closer to him. She could almost feel the warmth of his body. Her mouth was dry, tongue paralysed.

“Aren’t you cold?” she managed to ask, eyes flickering to the wet shirt and the goosebumps on his arms. “Don’t freeze on my account.”

He nodded, eyes unreadable. Stepping back from her and turning away, he dragged the shirt up over his head, revealing a flat, toned stomach carved into defined lines by the pronounced muscle underneath. Her mouth gaped for a second before she remembered herself and shut it tight, averting her eyes to the dirt-covered ground beneath her.

Her heart was pounding, drowning out the noise of the rain on the roof. She’d never seen a man undress in front of her like that before; it wasn’t proper. She’d never anticipated it happening, just like she’d never anticipated the urge she felt to sneak another look. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him turn away from her. Tentatively, she glanced quickly up, eyes landing on his back. He held himself differently than the other servants she’d met. Where their backs were stooped with exhausted, his was strong and straight. He exuded a steady confidence and held his chin high. Something about him seemed almost regal. The tiny cabin seemed out of character. Surely this man should be in a stately home or an army. He was built for more than tending vegetables and gardens. She snapped out of her thoughts as he turned, lowering her eyes quickly again. But he’d caught her. She cursed herself internally for giving into her urge. Pacing slowly forward, he pulled a shirt over his head and let it fall over his body. Stopping directly in front of her, he raised his hand to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes.

He couldn’t deny that she’d caught his eye the moment he’d first seen her. He’d spent his entire life in the court, locked behind the high walls of the palace with the most refined of company. Never once had he felt so strongly about anyone. It was her eyes, the same ones that avoided looking at him now, bright and cheerful and sharp, that snagged his attention. And her laugh that rang as clear and musical as a bell. And the kind smile she always offered him when they passed each other. Never before had he seen such unwavering kindness and wit.

So often he had wanted to make his affections known, but he was nothing but a peasant in her eyes. And her father had plans to marry her off to the first eligible nobleman who proposed. He would do anything to see his daughters comfortable and to end his own financial worries. He would never agree to a marriage to a labourer on his land, with nothing more to offer her than a hut he didn’t even own.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he murmured, voice barely louder than the crackling fire. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, lips parting in surprise.

“This is most improper,” she managed to choke out around the pounding of her own pulse. He could hear the lacklustre tone of her words, however.

“To hell with propriety,” he whispers, closing the remaining distance between them.