AHS Imagines

paul - sole comfort

author's note:

I was rewatching Freakshow the other day, and I realised just how cute Paul is (especially with his little bowler hat and british accent 💞). 

I had the idea for this while I was writing the previous chapter, on Jimmy Darling. 

Anyhow, enjoy!

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Sunlight crept through the entrance to your tent. It was well into the day already, yet you were still tucked away in bed. Usually, by this time, you would be up and about, but you just couldn't fight the fatigue on this particular morning, likely due to the fact that you were a day into your cycle. You had an awful headache and a dull pain in your lower back, practically begging for a massage.

"Y/n?" A voice whispered through the tent walls. "You awake, darlin'?"

You muttered in response and invited your sweetheart in, patting a spot on the bed beside you for him to seat himself. Paul hurried over, dressed neatly in striped slacks held up by suspenders over his white singlet. 

"That time of the month, is it?" 

"Correct..." You always hated when people made a fuss over you, but maybe (just maybe), you would make an exception today.

"Let me look after you today, doll," Paul takes your hand in his and places a kiss on your forehead. "Please."

"Yes, fine. But only because I love you!" You chuckle, and he kisses you again, this time pressing his lips to yours. 

"I guess you're not up to your performance tonight? I'll let Elsa know."

"Oh, no, I can't do that. She'll hate if I pull out last minute!"

"Relax. She'll understand."

"Does she know about us?" You ask, curiously.

"I don't believe so," Paul replies, catching your gaze. "You know, I never felt like I could be loved..."

"Oh, Paul..."

"I'd had flings with chicks in the past. Hell, even with Elsa. But that isn't being loved. You have changed that in me, made me realise that everyone deserves to experience the intimacy and devotion that is a real relationship; even freaks like me."

"Honey, you know I hate it when you say that about yourself."

"I'm sorry, love." He replaces his sad smile with a cheeky grin. "Back to caring for my sweet girl."

"You know, I can't believe I am saying this, but I'd kill for a back massage. And only a gentleman as handsome as yourself would suffice the task." You say.

Paul smiles, amused.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just I never thought the day would come where you talk apple butter to me." He smirks and asks you to roll onto your front. You do as he requests, feeling his fingertips lightly graze your bare skin as he pulls your shirt halfway up your back. He applies pressure to your body, loosening every muscle in your rear.

"How's that, darlin'?" he asks gently.

"Mmmm, perfect. Thank you, sweetheart."

"My pleasure, y/n."