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Russian Empire x Bullied!Reader || Ethereal snowflake

One-shot requested by MichaRodriguez

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Y/N loved the times she could come to the palace. She loved wandering around the halls, always looking for new things to discover and getting lost almost every time. She loved letting her gaze linger over the golden curtains, the beautiful dresses covered in shiny jewels, the complex tapestries and carpets. 

She felt like a princess every time she crossed the palace's gate. The tall and intimidating guards would let her in with a slight smile on their faces, knowing that she meant no harm to the Emperor. Small snowflakes would dance around her as she walked the path leading to the main entrance. A maid was always there waiting to escort her into the greater halls, where Russian Empire himself would welcome the girl and spend a nice evening together.

She loved seeing him, she valued his company more than anyone else's, his elegant and thoughtful manners, his fierce look, the way he would always stand tall and proud like the powerful ruler he was, the beautiful suits he wore in any formal occasion, his warm and reassuring voice.

On the other side, Russian Empire was more than delighted to spend time with the girl. Even though she was not part of the nobility and had no titles at all, he somehow had the opportunity to meet her and he instantly felt something for her. Eventually he let her spend time with him when didn't have important things to do. As time passed he started to grow more and more attached to her.

Unfortunately, those good times were long gone.

Someone, somehow, managed to spread malcontent across the peasants, who were now extremely aggressive towards the nobility and hard to keep under control. It was not safe for Y/N to be seen around the Emperor, as he was scared they would mistake her for an aristocrat and target her.

He would keep himself locked inside his chambers, while his guards struggled to keep the people outside the gates. 

He missed his little girl, he missed her smile and curiosity, but could do nothing to see her. Sadly, he didn't know that she had been already targeted by the peasants, who were now tracking her down and beat her every time they found her.

« Filthy hoe! » They'd shout at her « You are living the good life while we are all starving!  » « Why don't you ask your Emperor for help, you little slut? »

And they'd leave her lying on the ground, bruises covering her body and blood flowing from her lips and nose. She would have asked Russian Empire for help if only she could see him, but she was helpless and she feared that one day her persecutors would decide to go further than just beat her. She really, really feared that.

One day, Russian Empire had enough of being stuck inside. He wanted to go outside to see how bad the situation turned, he wanted to stop that absurd riot and finally get to see his precious Y/N. He commanded some of his guards to escort him outside and started to look for the girl. After wandering for a while, turning corners and killing those who were trying to fight him in order to keep his presence secret, he finally found her.

And it was the worst moment he could have ever chosen.

Or maybe, the best. 

His girl, his precious little snowflake, whom no one dared to touch in front of the Emperor, who was as small and kind as snow, was now being held down by three men. Her pants were lowered, one of the men had her hips tightly gripped in his callous hands, her hair was being held by another man and a terrified look was on her face. 

She looked straight at the only friendly face she knew, mentally begging him for help.

Something snapped inside Russian Empire's brain.

« KILL THEM. KILL THEM ALL! » He shouted at his guards. They immediately drew their swords and slaughtered the men, freeing the poor Y/N.

Russian Empire ran to the girl and held her within his strong arms, hugging her as firmly as he could. He didn't mind getting blood on his suit. No, the only thing he was paying attention to was Y/N and the fact that she was now finally safe. 

« Are you alright? » He asked with a worried look on his face, gently stroking her hair and back.

« I-I am... They didn't manage to... » She was interrupted by a sob, unable to speak more.

The Emperor signed in relief. Those brutes didn't manage to break her, they didn't manage to break his little ethereal snowflake. He placed a small kiss on her head to reassure her more, whispering sweet words.

« You're safe now, I won't let anyone hurt you. I'm with you. I will protect you from now on. » 

He said, softly kissing her forehead and brushing away hot tears from her cheeks. She smiled gratefully at him, mentally thanking her savior and hugging him back. She spotted apprehension in his black, golden and white face. 

« It's alright. Thank you for saving me. Thank you Russian Empire » She hugged him more.

He took her in his arms and walked back to his guards, holding her like a princess. She was his princess, and he won't let anything happen to her ever again.

They managed to get back to the palace, avoiding the crowds and getting inside by secret doors. 

He placed her on the coziest couch he could find, telling the maids to go fetch medical supplies and sweets for her. He faced her, a warm smile on his lips. 

« Now you'll stay here with me, nothing will harm you inside this palace. » He said caressing her cheek.

« Is it a promise? »

« It is, my beautiful snowflake »

The two hugged each other and stayed like that for several minutes. He finally had his precious princess back and she had her Emperor to be there for her and hold her in his arms. She truly wished she could stay like this forever.

Outside, reality was split in two. On one side, men and women surrounded the palace ready to start a revolution. On the other side, the sky was decorated with tiny snowflakes that danced around carried by the wind.  The sky really looked like a world apart, where snow and air danced together in a never-ending waltz.