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buckyalpine · 5 months

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Hi!!!! I love your work and talent, you are so amazing!💗 I was wondering if you could do a light angst fic. Like bucky is a player who is just running through women, and the avenger reader has a big crush on him . She has to watch him string girls through the tower all the time and it makes her sad. Bucky's type is dark,red lip, baddie but reader is the mom of the friend group and wears pink and is super sweet and a little awkward, she is also a mutant who has like earth powers. So whenever she's happy or laughing flowers will bloom in her hair. She's so cute. Kinda like the trope: she fell first but he fell harder. And like bucky realizes that he's madly in love with our sweet baby angel reader. And the FLUFF!! 💗💗💗

Thank you, love Binks 💖

Yes. Yesyesyes. I hope you're all ready cause I sat with this piece for weeks. Jealously, Misunderstandings, love sick Bucky, idiots in love, SO MUCH ANGST AND FLUFF . Protective best friend Steve and dash of smut cause I can't help myself, its so sweet and soft and I love these two, put myself in my feelings with their spicy and sweet loving.

"See you later Sargent" A gorgeous woman walked by the kitchen on her way out or the tower, winking over her shoulder and blowing a kiss to the soldier who smirked at her in response. Her lipstick hadn't budged even after a night of who knows what with Bucky, her perfectly curved hips swaying along with the click of her heels.

You were busy with making breakfast, dustings of flour covering your nose and cheeks, still in your baby pink pj's, looking the total opposite of the gorgeous girl Bucky spent the night with.

"Damn Barnes" Tony whistled after the she had left, clapping a hand on his shoulder, "Where do you find em'-Ow!" Tony yelped when Nat gave his ear a flick, cocking her eyebrow up in amusement.

"I'll let Pepper know you're curious-

"Nope. No. I was just admiring Terminators taste" Tony threw his hands up, swiping a hot pancake from the stack you were plating making you giggle, tiny daisies blooming around your hair "These are delicious Petal. I'll never get tired of seeing that" Tony smiled, looking at the fresh little flowers that reflected your mood, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before returning to the lab.

"Sure, admiring taste" Nat snorted while Bucky snickered, taking a seat at the kitchen island; his fluffy hair still messy from bed. You set down a plate in front of him, adding butter and some fresh strawberries on the side just the way he liked.

"Here you go Sargent" You smiled softly before getting started on cutting up more fruit for Steve and Sam who would be returning from their run soon.

"These are amazing" Bucky hummed, reaching for more; he'd never get tired of your cooking. You tried to bite back a smile while vines of baby pink roses weaved their way through your hair, matching the fuzzy feeling the soldier made you feel. The flowers were not missed by Bucky who watched you continue to flit about the kitchen like a little garden fairy, making sure everyone would have something for breakfast. He couldn't help but chuckle at the way you crawled up onto the counters like a cat to reach the highest shelves, a few knotty tendrils sneaking their way through your hair indicating your frustrations when you nearly dropped a cup.

"Do you have different flowers for different moods?" Bucky continued to watch you while you slinked off the counter, starting on a smoothie.

"Sort of? Yeah I guess" You thought to yourself, noting you'd often have yellow ones when you'd laugh, or purple ones when you were excited. You only ever got pink ones around Bucky; the only person to make you feel warm and shy and soft. You were caught off guard the first time you saw the tiny pink buds in your hair the same day you met him when you joined the team. No one else seemed to notice, too busy admiring the fact that gorgeous petals decorated your hair.

Everyone except Bucky.

The soldier was trained to notice everything.

He'd seen every type of flower adorn your hair but these ones were just around him.

"What do the little pink roses mean you're feeling?" Bucky asked, cocking his head when you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

Shit.

"It-I-happy! It means I'm happy" You stuttered out unconvincingly while Bucky hummed, cleaning off his plate before heading down to the gym, taking one last glance over his shoulder before rounding the corner.

Those tiny pink roses suited you perfectly; the human embodiment of a little fairy.

Ever since you'd joined the team, they were blessed with a full breakfast almost every morning, sometimes even dinner. Outside of your role as an Avenger, you took on a nurturing role within the team and of course that was just who you were, being so in tune with nature and naturally caring for those around you. Still, it was evident you went above and beyond just instinct when it came to taking care of others; you were very much the mom of the group. Initially Bucky found it confusing, wondering why you were so nice to everyone, always checking on their needs and being prepared for just about anything. He was so used to functioning on his own, he found it jarring when you were looking out for him too; didn't you know who he was? Why were you being nice to him?

He didn't even have it in him to give you the cold shoulder like he did with everyone else. What kind of person would he be if he was rude to the sweetest person he'd ever met. You were just so precious and sweet and you always smelled like fresh flowers and sunshine, he would've basked under your light for hours on end if you let him-

Bucky shook his head, breaking away from the train of thoughts he was having about you yet again. You didn't make sense. More specifically, him thinking of you didn't make sense. He was rough, rugged, made of muscle and metal, didn't like most people and the last time he'd been nurturing was back when he'd nurse Steve back to health more than 70 years ago.

You on the other hand were literally made of flowers, combined with soft sweetness, shy smiles and giggles. You were cute. Too cute. He had no business thinking about you, ignoring the fluttery jitter in his heart as he tossed a wink to a SHIELD agent who was training at the weights. She had joined recently, typically taking on missions which required her to go under cover in skin tight dresses and bodysuits; it was perfect for her given her tall and toned build. The woman smirked in response, biting her dark red painted lip before making her way over to him by the punching bags.

"Hey Sarge" she purred, bringing her hand up to toy with his dogtags, tugging at them suggestively, "Busy tonight?"

"We're having a movie thing" Bucky shrugged, not suggesting they had to do anything else after but if that's where the night led then-

"Hmm, I'll see you later then" She batted her lashes at him before going back to her set.

This made sense.

Casual. Sexy. Flirty.

Everything Bucky was good at and comfortable with. No feelings, no attachments. No deep, undying love he felt for a certain sweet girl on his team that he'd give his life for.

This made perfect sense.

You were the last to make it down to movie night after spending most of the evening prepping drinks and snacks for others. Movie nights were rare and it was even more rare for everyone to be present. You made sure there was something for each member of the team, from sour candy to chocolate, chips, cookies, tiny sandwiches and an array of drinks you'd set up on the coffee table.

You stood at the edge of the living room dressed in your warm oversized sweater and mismatched fluffy socks, nervously peering around the room for an empty space; usually you'd curl up on the two seater sofa with a thick fuzzy blanket draped over you but-

Your heart sank seeing yet another beautiful girl cuddled up next to Bucky, taking up all the space on the couch. A part of you contemplated on going back to your room; the sinking feeling in your stomach worsened seeing the new agent adjust herself until she was pressed right against the soldier. Why did you have to fall for for the person who wouldn't look at you twice. You were dressed in clothes too big and soft, a stark contrast to the matching silk lounge set she was wearing, leaving no doubt over how absolutely perfect her body was.

"Hey Petal, c'mere" Steve noticed you looking for a spot, patting he seat beside him, shifting over so you could join. You smiled at the Captain, quietly shuffling through the room, hiding into the cushions as the movie started. Your heart dropped further each time you heard the girl Bucky was with giggle, slinking around his lap while he gave her his flirty smirk. There were occasional times where flowers wouldn't bloom in your hair and this was one of them.

Steve noticed your less than enthusiastic demeanor, catching you glancing over at the brunette super soldier and his friend for the night, internally rolling his eyes at what an idiot his best friend was. He threw his arm around you, pulling you in to snuggle with him, whispering his own commentary as the movie progressed, hoping to lighten your mood.

You giggled, a few yellow flowers blossoming in your hair making Steve grin. Bucky watched carefully, a new emotion flaring in his chest as he watched bright petals fall onto your lap each time you laughed. He didn't like the new feeling that started off as warm to blazing hot, what was it he was even feeling-

Irritation? Sure a bit.

Confusion? Most certainly but not quite.

Jealously.

That's what he was feeling. He wanted to be the one who caused gorgeous tendrils of flowers to bloom, the one to make you giggle and laugh, the one who got to snuggle up with you. He was envious over how lucky Steve was, getting to cuddle up with such a soft bunny, his jealously momentarily interrupted when he took a moment to look at what you were wearing.

You looked so comfy with your warm sweater, your feet nice and toasty with your favorite socks. Bucky remembered you talking to him about them once, reading socks you'd called them.

"They're super soft and warm!" you grinned, clutching them to your chest after a trip to a book store. "I've been wanting a pair for ages. I finally caved and got them, I can't wait to put them on"

Bucky remembered chuckling to himself over how excited you'd gotten over a pair of socks, a few buds of lavender poking through your hair from how relaxed and calm they made you feel.

You looked so soft to cuddle up with like a little bear he'd hold to his chest, one that would protect him and keep him warm and safe. He wished he had a spot beside him because you would've sat where you always do and it would be him with his arm around you instead of Steve. He didn't want anything else. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to create some distance between himself and the agent, her close proximity suddenly feelings much to hot. She frowned, feeling him pull back, scooting over till she was cuddled up with him again.

Great.

"Did you want me to grab you something?" Steve asked you as he reached over for some chips, popping a few into his mouth. Before you could respond, you saw the woman whisper something in Bucky's ear, winking playfully before sitting up and taking his hand, the both of them leaving the movie half way. You felt like throwing up knowing he was taking her to his bedroom though you knew you had no right to be upset. He wasn't yours and he was welcome to do as he pleased though that didn't make the pain go away.

Bucky's POV

"How about it Sarge" She moved her hand up his thigh, giving it a squeeze, not bothering to wait for the movie to finish. Bucky stared at her like a deer in headlights while she cocked her head waiting for a response. Bucky glanced over to you, his heart breaking seeing your face fall. "Bucky? Are you listening to me?"

Bucky blinked realizing he was paying attention to you, mumbling an apology before turning to the agent. He didn't know who he was fooling but it was getting embarrassing, especially when he knew Steve was glaring at him from across the room. Neither of them had to open their mouths to understand the silent conversation they were having through their eyes alone.

"You're an idiot"

"Shut up"

"You know you like her"

"I-I don't..."

"Then why do you keep glaring at me like I stole your girl punk"

"Don't worry about it"

"You better figure it out before you hurt her more"

"She likes me?"

"You're an idiot"

"Jerk"

That did it. Bucky couldn't' last another second seeing your petals fall, the flowers Steve brought all retreating away and he couldn't sworn he saw you blink back tears. He couldn't keep doing this.

"Um, yeah sure" Bucky nodded, leading the woman away, walking past the elevators and towards the compound exist instead. As soon as he'd told the new agent he just couldn't do it he ran back to the living room in hopes of finding you only to find your spot empty.

You did your best to bite down on your trembling lip but it didn't work. As soon as the first whimper slipped out, Steve hugged you softly, telling you to to go to your room. You looked at him through wet lashes, his soft blue eyes filled with understanding. You rushed straight to your room, zooming right past Bucky's hoping you wouldn't have to hear anything, curling up into a ball in your bed where you wept under the covers.

Why did you fall for him?

Bucky looked over to Steve who nodded towards the elevators that took you to your floor, the super soldier wasting no time pressing the button to the 4th floor. He was at your door as soon as the elevator dinged open, softly knocking while his stomach continued to churn.

What would you think of him.

Why didn't he just accept his feelings the second he fell in love with those pretty little pink roses?

God you probably hated him now.

Bucky nervously chewed his lip,

"Petal?" Bucky called for you, hoping you'd open the door, his his heart hammering against his chest hearing soft sniffles from the other side of the door. "Petal, can you open the door sweets?"

He heard you continue to softly cry, his body working before his mind could catch up as he let himself into your room. He hated the sight of the little ball buried under a pile of blankets, hiding away from the world with a broken heart because of him. He made his way to your bed, sitting on the edge, petting the blanket gently to let you know he was there.

"Bucky?" You shuffled some of the blanket off, surprised to see him there, what was he doing in your room? Wasn't he spending the night with the girl he'd brought? Why did he look so distraught? You sat up with concern, looking him over to see if he was hurt because why was he here with you when he should be with her?

"Did-did you need something, is everything okay?" You tried to keep you voice steady, quickly wiping away your tears and forcing a smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

"No sweet girl, everything isn't okay" Bucky whispered, smiling at your confused pout, his hand coming up to brush some of the strands of hair that were near your forehead. He let his hand linger on your cheek, wiping away your wet cheeks with his thumb before sitting closer to you. "Why were you crying"

You averted your eyes as soon as he asked the question, staring at your lap instead, playing with your fingers. Your voice was caught in your throat, shrugging as if you didn't know the answer. Bucky was surprised with himself, equally shy to actually say anything even though he wanted to pour his heart out. With others the smooth talking, the flirting, the boyish smirks came easy.

Not with you.

Not with his little fairy.

"Y/n, please" He tilted your chin to meet his puppy like eyes, hoping you'd understand how he felt without saying anything. His innocent gaze caused your cheeks to heat up, feeling his rough calloused hands touching you so softly. You bit your lip as your hair betrayed you, pink petals starting to decorate your hair.

"What do the little pink roses mean?" He whispered with hope in his voice, his heart aching with need seeing your shy smile, "Please tell me pretty girl. I- I only see them when I'm around you"

"It-it means-" you hesitated, scared this would all come crashing and burning if you told him the truth. Maybe he was just being nice, pausing his date to check on you. Or maybe-Just maybe? "I like you"

Had he not had super hearing Bucky would've missed your near silent whisper. The blush on his cheeks matched the flowers in your hair as he reached out for you, pulling you to his chest.

"C'mere my precious little petal" Bucky cooed, scooping you in his arms. You squeaked in surprised before giggling into his chest, the sound making Bucky's heart swell. "There she is" He smiled against your hair seeing little buds blooming again, the tiny pink roses he loved so much sprouting to life.

"Don't you have a date" You asked hesitantly while Bucky shook his head, holding onto you tighter.

"You should've been my date petal, m'sorry for not telling you how I felt about you earlier. I was scared"

"Scared?" You cupped his scruffy cheek, letting your thumb stroke his beard while he nodded, leaning into your touch.

"Scared I wasn't right for you. It didn't feel right falling in love with someone so precious when you're the complete opposite of me" His confession caused stray tears to slip down your cheeks while Bucky kissed them away. "But I promise, if you'd let me have you, I'd take care of you and love you with my whole heart. I promise I'd never hurt you sweets, I've fallen so hard for you, there's no one else I'd rather be with"

You couldn't help yourself, pulling him down for a kiss, giggling at the surprised squeak he let out before groaning and melting into your sweetness.

"I'm yours Jamie"

Stop here if the fluff was enough. Cause next is their sweet love making.

I know it's not part of the ask but imagine their first night together where Bucky doesn't want to over step so he doesn't make a move. He notices you being more cuddly and shy, burrowing into him when you're in his room and that's when he sees gorgeous deep red roses blooming in your hair. He knows by now how to read your mood based on your flowers but he hadn't seen this before.

"Petal?"

"What is it Buck" You look at him with wide doe eyes, hoping he doesn't feel the the heat you feel radiating through your body. You need him. It's more than just physical; you need him as close as possible in the most intimate way because you adore him so much.

"Your hair sweet girl" He runs his fingers through your hair, stroking the velvety petals making you whine from sensitivity, immediately silencing yourself from embarrassment. "What do you need love, you can tell me"

"Need you closer" You whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck where you could breathe in his cologne and a scent that was distinctly him.

"Closer how baby, you're-" It takes a moment for the pieces to click for Bucky to figure out just how much closer you need him, moving his hands to your hips, rubbing them up and down. "oh. OH. Is that all baby? Need me extra close?"

You nodded with another whine while Bucky moved you to lay against his pillows before slowly undressing you until you were both bare with nothing separating you.

"Bucky please, just-just want you" On any other night, you'd allow him to tease and toy with your body but you needed him so badly, your body throbbing, feeling more empty than ever.

"Shhh, m'here baby, it's okay, breathe for me petal, okay?" He stroked your hair while rubbing his weeping tip through your folds gathering your slick before pressing his cockhead against your entrance, "m'right here"

You both gasped at the feeling of him pushing his length inside, his movements slow until he was buried to the hilt. Your pussy quivered trying to pull him in deeper, tears welling along your lash line as he started to move, hardly pulling out, keeping his cock deep inside you.

"Look at these pretty roses" Bucky whispered against your lips as he rocked his hips, his hands laced with yours while more flowers bloomed, your legs moving to wrap tightly around his waist.

"All-all just for you Bucky" You hiccupped with pleasure between moans feeling a different level of satisfaction with him inside you. You finally felt complete as he moved faster, clinging onto him so you'd feel his full body weight lay on you. "More-I-I need more"

You'd never felt like this before, your powers starting to manifest throughout the room as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm. Dark green stems crawled up the bed posts as he fucked you harder, your gorgeous floral scent sending Bucky into over drive. He was the only one who'd make you feel like this, the only person to ever get to see those dark red petals strewn across his bed.

There was something so intimate knowing no one else would ever get to see you like this, no one else would smell how sweet you were when he drove you mad with pleasure.

All the dark red roses full of love and lust just for him.

"I'll give you more pretty girl" Bucky growled, his own high licking down his spine feeling your pussy tighten around him, begging for him to keep going.

"Don't-please don't stop" you begged, clawing at his back, "I-I'm gonna-"

"Cum baby, cum for me petal, give it to me" He pleaded right back, sweat beading at his forehead, his pace growing sloppy. Your back arched off the bed as he reached to rub your sensitive bud sending your nerves into over drive. "OH BUCKY"

As soon as he felt your pussy clamp around his cock as you cried out in pleasure Bucky moaned loudly, tucking his face into your neck as he spilled into you.

"Take it love, t-take it" He stuttered, trembling as the last of his orgasm dribbled into you. He watched in awe as the deep red petals that previously covered the room disappeared into thin hair, his classic favorite little pink roses decorating your hair once more. Bucky pulled the sheets over you both, holding you to his chest while kissing your forehead at you closed your eyes.

"Sleep tight, petal"

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chuluoyi · 7 months

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romeo and juliet

- fushiguro megumi x reader

you were both young when you first saw each other. years later, you and your gentle childhood friend fall in love... but you're betrothed to someone else.

genre/warnings: modern royal(?) au, childhood friends to lovers, soft!megumi, fluff, forbidden love, arranged marriage, mild angst, comfort

notes: i love this request!! but i don’t know if this turned out good🥲 honestly, this is what unholy matrimony would be if done right in another universe *snorts* anyways i hope i did this right! enjoy!

had to repost it 3x bcs it didn't show up in the tags😭 based on this request: “Hey, can I ask a Megumi x Reader with the plot related to “Love Story” by Taylor Swift?” thank you anon!

listen to: love story - taylor swift duh

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Your father had always told you that you were promised to the Zen'in.

Ever since you were a child, he had groomed you to be the picture-perfect lady, and he always brought you to their ancestral home, a grand, maze-like estate you would always get lost in.

You were barely six back then, stumbling on your own feet as tears streamed down your face. You sought refuge in the gardens, hoping that someone would come to find you there eventually as you were tired of walking around.

And on that fateful day, the one who finally did was none other than the little Fushiguro Megumi, who looked at you with tilted head and confused eyes.

"Are you... okay?" he asked cautiously, and he was startled when your wide, teary eyes quickly focused on him. The next thing he knew, you immediately clung to his hand.

"I'm lost! Please help me!" you said with trembling voice, and Megumi merely blinked. This unknown girl suddenly latched onto him, well, who wouldn't be taken by surprise?

Yet, even as a child, Megumi knew how to treat someone right. Seeing you in distress, he immediately found a way to console you. "Okay... where are your parents? Let me take you back to them."

"I... don't know..."

He sighed. You were a stone throw away from bursting into tears, and he didn't want that. He had to find another way. "Don't be scared. This place seems scary, but it's not."

You scrunched your face, tears already pooling in your eyes. "How is it not scary? There are so many windows and leaves! This is more like a jungle rather than a house!"

"Well..." Megumi wracked his head and a light bulb went off in his head when he caught the sight of the flowers. He pointed at a pot of roses. "Look, they're actually quite pretty, right?"

At that very moment, your focus was completely captured by the flourishing plant, and your eyes practically shimmered with delight.

Little Megumi thought then, that you were quite lovely.

And your friendship started then, as he took you by the arm to lead you to the main foyer.

Years flew by, and the only thing that made it bearable to pay a visit to the Zen'in was meeting Megumi. You both would explore various hidden corners and knew every nook and cranny of the place. And when you reached your teens, the "playing" was replaced by studying in the library together.

"Hrrrgh, why—can't—I—reach—"

You gritted your teeth in frustration as you attempted to pull the book from the top shelf, only to fail miserably. Your were too short. But you refused to surrender, standing on your tiptoes once more, you stretched your hand as far as it would go.

Suddenly, the scent of fresh roses filled the air, accompanied by a warm presence behind you. Your back made contact with him, and a longer hand effortlessly retrieved the book you desired.

"If you're having a hard time, ask me for help, dummy," Megumi shook his head and handed you the book. "Here."

"Thank you," you pouted. Despite the frequent close proximity between you two, you still found yourself feeling giddy.

Megumi was always like this though. He was curt, but he cares. He would often cheer you up whenever you father smothered you with the talk that he couldn't wait for the day you would be living at the Zen'in estate and became their bride. He would get you flowers, let you put your head on his shoulder, or quietly watch as you cried, offering his silent presence.

You really, really hoped that if you were to be married off to the Zen'in, it would be to Megumi. He was easily the boy you'd pick over Naoya, the son of the main branch of family. You were never close to him, the way he stared at you sure gave you the creeps.

"I can ask for your help anytime, right, Megumi?" you mused, observing his cool profile as he turned the page of the book he was reading.

He regarded you with the straightest face ever. "Of course. I have always helped you since we were kids. Why wouldn't I do that now?"

"Then..." you breathed. "Can you take me somewhere... anywhere, just away from all of this?"

Megumi stilled. He knew about the conflicts in your heart. He knew you hated being played as a pawn in your father's schemes, and he hated that too, because he simply didn't like how sad it made you.

And he hated that there was the looming possibility that you might be out of his reach far sooner than he thought.

"Sure," he answered. "Where do you wanna go?"

And then, you began to do just that. Sneaking out to the gardens, finding secret meeting spots in the town—because you were dead if anyone should know.

Before you knew it, you both had each other's hearts entirely in your hands—before you knew it, his face was mere inches from yours as you both concealed yourselves behind a large cluster of foliage in the Zen'in gardens, your father and the Zen'in clan head engrossed in a conversation just a few feet away.

Your clear, wide eyes blinked up at him, and Megumi gulped. At that moment, he realized once again that you, his childhood friend, were really stunning. And that you trusted him wholeheartedly enough to go with him and be found in this position, with him.

He couldn't deny it any longer. He was in love with you. Have been for a while now.

And so even with the great risk of being found out, he led you deeper into the woods, his arm wrapped around the small of your back, and with a soft tug, he planted the gentlest, sweetest kiss on your lips—your very first kiss. Everything was sealed then.

"So, do you say yes, or not?" he mumbled afterwards, his cheeks burst into the color of peach. Meanwhile you, still breathless, touched your lips in astonishment.

"You..." you couldn't help the grin that was blooming in your face. "You like me?"

He turned away. "Who wouldn't? After making me run after you, lead you to safe places, see you cry—"

"Okay, okay!" you giggled, and the sound was like music to his ears. "Then it's a yes!"

You were the happiest with him. Amidst the intrigues surrounding you and the Zen'in clan, the times you spent with him were your saving grace.

"Am I pretty?" you boldly twirled in front of him, after meeting up at the outskirts of the town in one of your escapades. Megumi watched you from head to toe, taking note of how your flare dress hugged your form so elegantly, and the straw hat that framed your head only made you look even more adorable.

He didn't immediately answer, and when he did, all with red cheeks, you smiled brightly, expecting a compliment.

"Don't do that. People are looking. You're embarrassing yourself."

You pouted. "So I'm not pretty..."

To your surprise, he suddenly plucked your hat and pulled you behind the pillar, and then the round hat was beside your head, hiding your face—

And he stole a kiss.

"Megumi!" you jolted, blood quickly rushed to your beautiful face. "This is public place!"

His soft chuckle only served to make your heart soar even higher.

You were living the dream, with the man of your dreams beside you. This love story no one knew, you were content with it.

"By this point, all there's left to do is run," you heaved between chuckles and his feathery kisses as the two of you hid away to have your thirst in the gardens. "Can't we just run, Megumi?"

"I would, if I could," he gazed at you with a steadfast resolve. "Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess, somehow."

This love is difficult. But it's real.

But so was your father. And his will. In the summer of your coming of age, it was decided that you were going to marry Zen'in Naoya.

Your love story with Megumi... would it end just like that?

"Please, don't go!" you begged. You could hardly believe this situation right now. What did he say? End things here—?

Megumi felt his heart clench. "It's been announced already. You are to marry him. We can... no longer do this."

"But!" you argued. "You s-said... you would find a way out of it somehow..."

Your eyes glazed over, and Megumi had to look away to keep his heart from breaking completely. "I'm sorry."

At the end of the day, he was still a mere son of the branch family and stood no chance against Naoya. If you were to become the bride of his cousin, even he had to respect that.

Your heart shattered into pieces. This day had been looming on the horizon, and you'd been aware of it for some time. Your father didn't exactly conceal his greed with how he insisted on your marriage to Naoya to secure your position as the clan's main wife, instead of Megumi.

Yet it still hurt. You didn’t expect your happiness to he this fleeting, and you were disappointed that Megumi didn’t exactly fight his way through this.

“It’s… for your own good,” he added, and grimaced when he saw how you started sobbing. “I don’t want to compromise your virtue. It'll get ugly fast if people think that we're having… dalliances. You deserve better—”

"Don't patronize me!" you yelled. "Don't t-try... to tell me how to feel!"

Frankly, you never cared about virtues or anything. Most of choices made in your life weren't yours, and if you could finally make a decision through jeopardizing your fickle reputation, then so be it.

"I love you too much to let that happen," Megumi said then, baring his own feelings, that he too, didn't want this any more than you did. "You know I would do anything for you."

"All there's left to do is run," you sniffled. "If you would do anything for me, you would run with me."

Just say yes, your little heart screamed. You stared at him through your wet lashes, desperately willing him to just forget all this nonsense about family, virtue, and just choose love—your love.

But he never did. That day, he decided to leave you. This love was indeed difficult, but you really thought it was real, and now you had never felt so alone.

Days went by longer after that. Now that it had been announced to the public, as per Naoya’s will, you would move into the Zen’in estate until the day of your marriage. You resented and barely knew him, and your gut feeling was proven true when he smirked before you, pulling you into one of the hidden compartments of this godforsaken place.

“Don’t think I didn’t know about what you and he were up to,” he spat viciously. “You should’ve already known that you are always meant to be my wife—and what did you do? You’re putting me to shame as you and that lesser bastard run around.”

“He would always be better than you,” you bitterly scoffed.

“Get it through your head already, you’re to become my wife, and that’s final.”

“You can’t do anything if I don’t want to anyway. Beware of upcoming scandals in the future.”

And with that, came the first day of your misery. Naoya locked you up in that desolate place.

You were missing.

Megumi had noticed it for quite a while. Even if you were no longer his, his heart still longed for yours, and ultimately he wanted to make sure if you were okay. You moving in into his home should increase the chances of him seeing you, and yet, it was as if you had disappeared into the thin air.

It was an understatement to say that he was just worried. He knew Naoya wasn’t exactly the kindest in this household, but he really expected him to at least treat you right.

He still remembered how the tears fell from your beautiful eyes, telling him not to go. Megumi was as heartbroken as you, if not more. He had the choice when you asked him to run, yet he willingly stopped and did what he believed to be the right thing.

Was this still the right thing though?

As the maids hurried past, yelling something that vaguely sounded like your name and the phrase "starving herself!", Megumi felt his blood run cold. Without hesitation, he forcefully grabbed one of them, demanding answers.

“Where is she? What happened to her?”

The maid merely cowered with worry and fear. “Master Naoya… specifically instructed us not to let the miss pass freely…”

Megumi didn’t quite recall what he did, but he couldn't forget the frantic pounding of his heart as he rushed through the gardens to find you in the small room tucked away in the farthest corner of the vast compound, near the servants' dormitory. He practically tore the door off its hinges when he opened it.

You abruptly spun around to face the commotion, thinking that it may be your shitty fiancé, utterly bewildered.

Megumi scrutinized you closely, and gradually, he could feel his anger simmering beneath the surface.

You were pale, your hair was a disheveled mess, but what truly infuriated him was the sight of your broken nails and the dried blood. All he could think of was that you probably tried to claw your way out of this place.

"Megumi?" your voice sounded too hoarse to his liking. You looked at him as if you couldn't believe he was real. His heart shattered.

He shouldn't have left you. He should've run with you. You shouldn't have to be alone and hurt like this.

"Save me," you croaked with small voice, eyes brimming with unshed tears and fear.

That did it. When he heard the approaching rapid footsteps, he made the swiftest, life-changing decision of his life.

He caught a hold of your arm, and pinned you to the wall. And when the entirety of the household arrived in your doorstep, Naoya included, he made it a show as if the two of you were having the most scandalous tryst of the town.

"This ends here," he grunted, casting a glare at his rotten cousin. "I'm marrying her."

"I got tired of waiting, you know," you giggled, peering at your beloved's sullen face. "My faith faded at one point."

Megumi hummed, clasping his hand in yours. "I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes, staring at the clear waters under the cruise. "I kept waiting, but you never came... and when you did, you caused us to make the headlines."

Your wedding to Megumi was both the grand event and scandal of the year. The sudden change of groom on such short notice triggered disapproving glances from most of the people you knew in this infuriating town, but frankly, you didn't care.

"I thought you wouldn't fight for me at all,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

"I've always believed that if it would make you happy in the end, I would be fine with it," Megumi said, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as the wind swept by.

"And then? What made you finally let go of that righteous, self-sacrificing thoughts?"

The softest smile was graced his lips. "I love you, and that's all I really know."

You didn't give a damn about what anyone else had to say because, in this moment—as you sailed on your honeymoon cruise, and throughout this love story, from your childhood and forevermore, he is the prince, and you are his princess.

#fushiguro megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #fushiguro megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro fluff #HSHAHA i don’t know anymore #i legit repost it THREE times so it’ll show up in the tags #this is so cheesy overall aHSHSHS

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Life can try and take you away. But I won’t let it

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • People were falling sick and it turns out the new doc in Alexandria was slowly poisoning people. Boy did he meet his end • ANGST/SFW • TW: Nausea & Vomiting / Anxiety / Poisoning

Requested by: Anon

She looks exhausted Daryl thought when looking at Y/N from across the gardens watching her work slower than usual.

“Daryl, before you head back to the Sanctuary…Siddiq wants to load you up with more pain meds and vitamins he fou—-“

“Imma hang back for a bit. Besides, Rosita is training some of the women there. She can keep an eye on it until I get back” Daryl interrupts Rick but kept his attention on who matters. Rick noticed where his attention was and couldn’t help himself with stating the obvious.

“You know you love her. You’ve loved her for years. Why don’t you just—-“

“Shut it” Daryl cut him off once more when he watched Y/N stand to her feet a bit too fast for her liking and before she even knew it, she was falling back down. “Shit—-“ he quickly ran over with Rick following behind.

Hey

Wake up

Cmon Y/N

Cmon girl

Didn’t want to do this

Splashing her face with water only resulted in Y/N throwing a punch at the nearest person which happened to be Daryl as he caught her fist.

“Chill out. You fainted” Daryl helped her sit up along with Rick as they had someone grab Siddiq in case of anything else.

“So you splashed water in my face?” Y/N frowns pushing Siddiq’s hand away when he tried to feel her forehead. “I’m fine. I got up too fast”

“Are you feeling lightheaded? I would stay on the ground until—-

“I’m fine!” Y/N snapped pushing Daryl back a bit to give her room to stand up and once she did, she stumbled back into Rick as he quickly helped her steady herself. “Ugh. Whatever I’m going to lay down”

“It’ll do yea some good” Rick made his comment and caught her glare his way. “We will come check on you every once in a while. Daryl will you—-“

“I’ll stick with her”

“Oh well I meant just to walk her—-“

“Nah. I’ll give her her space but I’m sticking around in case of anything” Daryl stated, not taking any other suggestions as he rose to his feet keeping close to his currently upset friend who only wanted to work more. But everyone was afraid if she did, she’d pass out somewhere they couldn’t find her.

A couple hours passed and Daryl started to get worried the more he sat in the living room of Carol’s old place. He and Y/N still live there.

“Y/N?” Daryl eventually moved from his spot downstairs, entering her room with hesitation and a bit of panic when her supposedly sleeping form wasn’t in the bed. “Y/N?!” Then he flinched to the repulsive sounds of vomiting but he pushed through and entered the bathroom connected to her room finding her shaking form gripping the toilet. “Y/N, isn’t it getting—-“

“Worse” She choked out before vomiting again and at this point it was bile. Nothing left but her stomach acid coming up. “Everything fucking hurts” she sobbed, feeling Daryl pull her hair back and tie it up with the hair tie he always carries on him just for her.

Daryl gently rested his hand on her forehead feeling that the fever has gotten worse. His anxiety decided to act and radio Siddiq because he wasn’t going to leave her side.

He was instructed Daryl to carry her to the infirmary and to be careful because of her dizzy spells and the fact that she puked. The archer wouldn’t care if she threw up on him if it meant getting her on the road of recovery.

But arriving Siddiq uncovered more that was going on with Y/N. There was a rash on her arm and it seemed to go further under her clothes that Siddiq asked Daryl to get another set of clothes. Specifically a tank top and shorts.

“Y/N, come on. Need you to stay awake for a minute” Siddiq frowns holding her face to watch her eyes slowly lock onto his. She squinted looking at him feeling that pain return as she shut her eyes tight letting him practically man handle her to be on her side leaning over the bed to vomit. “It’s okay…we’ve gotcha. We’ll figure this out”

As Daryl makes a quick descend down the stairs with clothes in hand, he couldn’t help himself when it came to investigating what could be the cause of her symptoms. He set the clothes on one of the bar stools before checking around the kitchen finding ingredients left out.

Carol’s recipe? Daryl thought as he lifted the piece of paper beside the mess reading the ingredient list and the note left by Carol. He shoved the note in his back pocket about to leave when he couldn’t help but grimace to an off smell.

“The fuck…” Daryl scoffs picking up a few of the ingredients to see what the smell was coming from.

After a moment, Daryl came back with the clothes finding Siddiq finishing up an IV line and injecting a sedative.

“Did you—-“

“She was poisoned”

“What?” Siddiq frowns taking the clothes and getting his radio to contact one of their girl friends to help Y/N get changed. “How can you be sure?”

“She was making cookies. One of Carol’s recipes and she didn’t share any because it was a bad batch.”

“I still don’t—-“

“But there was this weird smell and I thought it was just. What was made. Burnt. Then I checked the flour she got and it was rat poison.”

“She grabbed rat poison from the pantry—-“

“No, it was in a flour bag. Somebody tampered with the pantry…this was deliberate” Daryl stated feeling his gaze latch onto Y/N’s curled up form as he gripped onto the clothes he got for her. “This is bad ain’t it”

“Being poisoned is no joke and she’s exhibited a lot of symptoms and if they only get worse…there’s only so much we can do. But right now I need to get my hands on the charcoal tabs from the Kingdom. They are known for helping with absorbing the poison.”

“I’ll go get it. You just. Please.”

Siddiq knew what he wants, what they all want. But it was different with Daryl.

“Siddiq….” Y/N shifted trying to keep herself awake even if her body ached terribly. But she needed to. “Is he gone?”

“He just stepped out. I can go—-“

“No…Siddiq…promise me something” She frowns watching him kneel to her bedside. “Don’t let it eat himself alive if I don’t make it”

“Y/N—“

“Please…we don’t know what could happen further. I…ugh. I wasn’t thinking either” She started to tear up feeling Siddiq’s hand gently brush them away.

“What happened isn’t your fault. We are going to find whoever tampered with the pantry and they will receive consequences. For now just let the sedative work while Daryl gets what we need” Siddiq reassures her fixing the blanket to cover her more as she was shivering but the fever was also still presented.

Carol was notified of Daryl’s arrival from Rick who was updated on Y/N’s condition from Siddiq. She had what he needed at the ready but when he arrived there was much more on his mind and she knew that it was her time to shine.

“Daryl. Don’t you dare”

“I just fucking got here”

“Yeah but you’re taking the blame for something you didn’t even do.”

“She got poisoned. In fucking Alexandria. A place we thought after the war they wouldn’t fuck with. But no that was delusional thinking…” Daryl scoffs opening his pack as Carol packed up what he came to grab. “I could’ve—-“

“Daryl. Stop it” Carol snaps to get himself out of that headspace. “Anything could’ve happened to anybody. It’s a terrible way of thinking that it’s good someone had this happen so that we can get the person who’s tampering with the supply. Now you better get back so she can use this.”

“I read the note. What you wrote under the list”

Carol softens, still keeping a sense of sternness in her expression. “Do you have any idea how badly she would’ve felt if it was you in her shoes? I know you would’ve rather had your place swapped with hers…but she would be just as self destructive. Now go”

When Daryl returned Y/N was situated in the clothes he grabbed for her, an IV for fluids, and a few loose bandages on the rashes that got terrible. She turned her head when she heard the door open tiredly smiling at Daryl watching him as he made his way to her side opening the bottle of the activated charcoal.

The archer almost stopped what he was doing to help her sit up when he watched her struggle a bit given all of her energy depleted.

“What’s that”

“The charcoal shit Siddiq wants you to take”

“Mmm…for what again?” There’s a fuckton of symptoms for someone who was poisoned. Just be glad it’s mental confusion and not yknow a seizure or coma.

Daryl frowns opening her hand and placing the tablets, the required amount, in her hand watching her stare at them for a bit while he grabbed the water from the bedside table. Y/N took the tablets drinking shortly after, giving the glass back to Daryl. He kept his eyes glued on her every move in case something more were to happen but all she really did after taking the tablets were lick her lips and bring her fingers to them.

“Shit…vomitting really dries out your lips somehow…” Y/N scoffs hanging her head down. “I look how I feel huh?”

“You look beautiful” Daryl said as if it were fact and that brought a bit of a heated hue on Y/N’s face while his were set on the tips of his ears. He reached into the inside his vest pocket (something he installed himself) to take out a silver circular tin and giving it to her.

Y/N hasn’t even opened it yet as she was smiling the second he took it out. She knew it was the lip balm she gotten him that she thought he had thrown out.

“Thanks…” She expresses after handing it back once she used it on her lips.

“Mhm. I gotta…tell Siddiq you got the tablets. He’ll instruct yea if you need more” Daryl stated watching her nod along to what he was saying. “I want to check in with Rick about the pantry shit. I’ll be back after” as he started to get up and make his way toward the door he heard a bit of a soft gasp escape her that when he looked at Y/N she averted her gaze grabbing fistfuls of the blanket. “What is it?”

“I…Do you mind…”

Daryl frowns looking at her confused bringing himself back to her bed and checking her person in case she was trying to bring up any pain she was in.

“Y/N?”

“Can you just…stay with me?” Y/N whispers keeping her gaze down. She felt a shift in the bed lifting her gaze with a hint of a smile.

“Yeah, I can do that” Daryl returns the smallest smile, gently tucking a stray hair behind her ear and letting her lean against him.

Until eventually, Siddiq came to check on her finding Daryl holding her close rubbing circles on her back as she slept. She was making a turn for the better and Daryl was keeping an eye on her.

Like always.

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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russellsppttemplates · 1 month

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reader and max playing hide and seek with Julia and Finn

It was your husband's turn to countdown while you and the kids hid in the garden, Julia finding her spot by the climbing roses, "my dress is pink so I'll be well hidden - like a disguise", she smirked, happy with her course of action.

"Mama, that spot there is really good, I was the winner when I hid there!", Finn pointed to the area beside the garden shed.

"Thank you, my love - careful with the tree branches, okay", you warned, following his idea for your spot as you watched him climb the small tree - it would be string enough to support him but low enough that falling from there wouldn't be too bad. Still, it was preferential he didn't fall altogether.

Max knew better than to look inside the house - it was sunny out and he was sure you had all stepped out to the garden. Julia was the first one to get caught as she giggled while she saw Max look under the loungers and the sun umbrella, "I spy a little princess in her pink dress", Max sang as the little girl snickered, running up to her father and jumping to his arms.

"I thought it would be a good disguise because the flowers are the same colour as my dress", Julia explained as she showed him the fabric, "that was very clever, Julia", he smiled, kissing her cheek.

A creak from the branches let Max know where your son should be, walking with Julia closer to the tree and finding him, "hey Finn!", Julia giggled.

"You found me! Only mama left to find", Finn smirked, knowing fully well where you were.

Max walked around a little bit more until a specific scent his his nostrils, "I can smell mama's perfume", he blurted, "she can't be too far", he murmured, walking closer to the shed and catching you, "here you are, liefje", Max gasped.

"Papa said he could smell you!", Julia beamed before giggling, jumping to the floor, "it was like that dog in the cartoon when he's looking for his friend!".

"Our daughter just compared you to a dog, Max", you kissed your husband's clothed chest before patting it.

"It's true, though", he brushed your hair away from your eyes and tucked it behind your ears, "I could recognise your scent anywhere", he kissed your forehead.

"Sounds a bit territorial and animalistic, love", you chuckled again.

"You're mine and no one else's, I don't think it's such a bad thing", he assured as Finn pulled on his shorts, "it's my turn to count, you have to go hide!".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#max verstappen blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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hiiiii i love the future children series so i request Riddle, Vil, Kalim, Jamil and Idia if that is okay ^^

This series is in quite high demand, I must say.

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🌹 Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

Riddle was on his way to attend to the Heartslabyul croquet hedgehogs when he found that their cages had been opened.

You can imagine his panic when every single one of them was gone.

He huffed, trying his best not to hyperventilate at this grievous issue.

He heard a giggle from behind the garden shed and stormed over, ready to scream at some irresponsible first years.

When he caught sight of two little girls, he was so shocked he forgot to scream at them.

The two girls, one of them 6 years old, the other 5, were petting and playing with the little blue and pink hedgehogs.

Both of them had bright red hair and features that reminded him of someone Riddle couldn't quite put his finger on

He cleared his throat, startling the little girls.

"What are you children doing here?"

"We were just..." began the older girl before she was interrupted by the other.

"We were making sure the hedgehogs weren't lonely!"

Riddle sighed and crouched down to be at eye level with the girls.

"I appreciate your concern for the emotional well-being of my hedgehogs but it was very irresponsible to take them out for their cages, especially without permission."

"Sorry, papa," the girls said in unison.

"No need to call me papa. I'm not your father. Speaking of, I'll take you two to the main office. I'm sure Headmaster Crowley will spare no effort to reunite you with them," Riddle spoke, trying not to crack as the little girls stared up at him with their big ol' eyes. He then muttered under his breath in contempt of the headmaster. "Especially if it will give him and excuse to not work on sending Y/N home."

The oldest girl tugged on his sleeve and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Why are you gonna take us to Mr Crowley? Do you not want to play with us?"

"As much as I would love to entertain you, I'm sure your parents are very worried about you. You must be visitors from the Isle, correct?"

The girls exchanged a look and burst out in giggles.

"Silly papa! Did you forget? We're from the Kingdom of Roses, not the Isle!" the older girl laughed.

"I learned about it in school!" The younger girl said proudly with her hands on her hips. "We talked about the Queen of Hearts and she was from the Kingdom of Roses too!"

"You're from the Kingdom of Roses?"

"Yes, papa! Keep up!"

"May I ask what your parents names are? Perhaps I'm acquainted with them."

"Is this a test, papa?" the youngest squinted at Riddle.

"I know!" The older girl squealed. "Our parents are Riddle Rosehearts and Y/N Rosehearts. And just in case you need it for your test, my name is Reina Rosehearts and my little sister and best friend in the whole wide world is Rosaline!"

Riddle was stunned upon hearing your name and his own as the children's alleged parents.

He was far too flustered to deal on his own so he called you and told you to come to Heartslabyul right away.

You thought somebody had broken some bone so you rushed over immediately only to find Riddle cuddles on the common room couch, reading fairy tales to two little girls.

It's safe to say, he warmed up to them pretty quick.

"This is the emergency you were talking about?"

"Hush, Y/N, we're at the best part of the story."

...

🗡️ Silver 🗡️

It wasn't abnormal for Silver to fall asleep on one of the campus benches.

It was, however, unusual to spot a little boy cuddled up with him.

You were walking back to your dorm when you spotted Silver, who was curled up while hugging a little grey-haired boy.

The boy looked about 7, far too young to be on the campus without an adult, and he had Silver's jacket draped over him like a blanket.

You didn't want to wake Silver but you were so curious and you didn't have anywhere to be so you sat next to Silver on the bench, waiting for him to wake up.

About 30 later, Silver's eyes blinked open and he found you right next to him.

"Oh, Y/N. When did you get here?" he rubbed his eyes and tried to shift his posture without waking the boy in his arms.

"About a half hour ago. I wanted to ask, who is the boy with you?"

Silver looked down at the boy he still cradled and almost looked surprised.

"Oh, yes. This is Elliot. He's our son."

You couldn't help but laugh from the pure shock from Silver's response.

"Our son?"

"Yes. He's from the future and found his way here, one way or another."

Silver seemed so genuine that you stopped chuckling and furrowed your brows.

"Are you still half-asleep, Silver?"

"Probably, but I'm actually being serious about this. He's our little boy. He even says so himself. We could wake him to prove it."

You shook your head and looked at the little boy who peacefully snoozed on the bench.

"We shouldn't disturb him. How about we carry him back to the Diasomnia dorm where he can sleep peacefully and when he wakes up, we'll have this conversation?"

Silver nodded with a barely visible smile and gentle picked Elliot up.

The boy whined and shifted but stayed asleep.

The two of you took him to Diasomnia in comfortable silence and napped on Silver's bed with Elliot in between you two.

Of course later, Lilia would walk in and take a bunch of pictures before practicing you both about "intimacy before marriage".

He stops as soon as s he realized he had a grandson.

You have to pry Elliot away from Lilia because he so thrilled to have a baby again.

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♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

"Who are my strawberry tart?" Riddle screeched, fuming mad at his authority behind undermined. "Ace, you knave!"

Ace rolled his eyes and crossed his arms at Riddle.

"For the last time, Mr Dorm leader, I'm not always to blame for everything that goes wrong."

"But you gotta admit, it is usually your fault," Cater chuckled from behind his phone screen.

"This one isn't my fault! I'm not gonna sit here and be yelled at for something I didn't even do!"

"Then who would eaten it?" Deuce sighed, his head starting to hurt from all the yelling.

Trey cleared his throat and all turned to look at him as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

He rubbed his neck sheepishly as he looked at Riddle.

"Sorry, Riddle. That would be my fault."

"Trey?"

"For real?"

"No, no, not me," Trey chuckled in embarrassment and beckoned for someone from behind the door.

Three children sheepishly stepped out with their hands behind their backs.

There was an older boy, a girl, and a very little boy, all three of them with strawberry red staining their cheeks.

"Trey, what is the meaning of this?" Riddle sternly inquired. "Are these your siblings? Did they eat my tart?"

"They did eat the tart but they aren't my sibligns. They're actually, uh," Trey sighed, unsure how to bring it up gracefully. "They're my children.

A gasp rippled through the room before all hell broke loose.

"You have kids?"

"When did this happen?"

"You're just 18!"

"Who's the mother?"

Trey held his hands up in surrender and ushered the kids back behind him as they seemed very overwhelmed by the influx of questions.

"They're from the future, so don't worry about me having children as a teenager."

"How'd they get here if they're from the future?" asked Deuce, though he wasn't sure if the answer was obvious to everyone else and he just wasn't getting it.

"I don't know, Deuce, but they're here until I can figure out how to get them back," Trey sighed. "Since they might be here a while, I'll introduce them."

Trey pointed to the older boy who had greenish hair and glasses just like his father.

"This is Julian,"

He pulled the girl, who had e/c eyes with a mischievous glint, into a little side hug and she giggled.

"This is Catherine,"

He ruffled the little boys h/c hair, making him laugh.

"And this little one is Lukas."

"Okay, but who's the mom? Is it someone we know?" Ace seemed very invested in the new tea.

"I'm not sure I really want to tell you anymore."

"Come on, who is it?"

"Mama is Y/N!" Lukas exclaimed, looking very proud of himself that he remembered his mother's name.

All the Heartslabyul students went quiet. This time nothing broke the uncomfortable silence as they all exchanged glances.

"I heard yelling. Are y'all alright?" you poked your head into the kitchen.

"We're fine!" Deuce practically screamed, making you even more concerned.

"It's absolutely nothing," Cater gave you a thumbs up and a saccharine smile as you raised your eyebrow suspiciously.

"You're all acting weird."

"Mama!"

Before you knew it, three tiny bodied were upon you.

"What's going on?" you asked, panicked. You looked to Trey for help since he usually knew what was going on.

Trey sighed and began prying the children off of you.

"Alright, kids. Let's not suffocate your mother."

You practically saw blue screens.

"Mother?"

"Maybe let's take this somewhere more private where I can explain."

You could hear a chorus of suggestive "oohs" from the kitchen as you walked to Trey's room.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #disneytw #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #silver twisted wonderland #silver twisted wonderland x reader #silver x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader

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yelena-bellova · 4 months

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Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x Reader - One Shot #3

Talking to the Sky

Plot: While doing some gardening, Y/n deals with unpleasant memories.

Word Count: 753

Warnings: loss of a child, ptsd, (16+)

A/N: Miss me? I know it’s been a while but to be honest, fic writing has just not been a priority. But I wanted to finish this one and get it out since I promised to continue this every once and a while. Since we’re all preoccupied again because of award seasons, I thought it was a good time to revisit Rosebud and Joel.

This one’s a bit more sad than the last few, but I really wanted to do one just of Rose dealing with some of her s-it. Hope it’s somewhat enjoyable!!

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Winter was somewhere in that middle bit. Jackson had weathered the worst of the storms, but the fierce cold hadn’t let up yet.

Y/n cursed her gloves, two times too big for her hands, as she dug up the soil of her backyard. She was attempting to plant a garden, emphasis on attempting. She’d done a fair amount of gardening pre-Cordyceps, but that was purely for pleasure. This had more weight to it.

Those who worked the greenhouses had helped her during their shifts. They’d taught Y/n which plants grew during which seasons, some blooming best in winter and others in the summer. There was a science to it more important than ever to know.

Y/n was planting a medley of vegetables, fruit and herbs. She couldn’t feel her knees anymore, the cold having sept into her joints within minutes. She built a few mounds, burying the seeds below and allowing enough space between piles.

She sat back on her feet, struck by a memory she’d been trying to ignore.

Flower bushes.

The looming warmth of a Texas spring.

Sarah’s laughter.

Dirt under their fingernails.

Y/n sighed, her chest aching from something far sharper than the cold.

Finding Joel in Boston hadn’t been the catalyst to bringing back life to her memories. Sarah had lived in her mind every minute of every day since the girl had left the Earth. Etched in her heart till the end of time. But between settling in Jackson and marrying Joel, living some strange version of the life they’d wanted, it breathed new air into Sarah’s ghost. Sometimes it rendered Y/n speechless, frozen somewhere between the past and the present.

She looked up the sky, the cloud coverage shielding her eyes from the sun.

“You hated when I made you do this,” Y/n spoke to the air, “You never liked getting your hands dirty but you were smiling. The whole time. So there was never much weight to what you said.”

“I remember that time we were planting those flowers in the backyard,” she continued, “Daisies or roses…I don’t really remember, just that they were beautiful when they bloomed that summer. That your dad wouldn’t admit to them prettying up the place because ‘What’s there to pretty up?’”

Y/n chuckled, Joel had never made a big deal about the little changes Sarah and her made to the house. They both knew he secretly liked them and loved the two of them too much to ever say no.

“He’s gotten worse, if you can imagine it,” Y/n looked down at her shovel, wiping some of the dirt off, “If you thought he was bad in the morning then,” she whistled, “But he’s also…better. He’s him.”

Y/n sunk into the snow a little deeper. The cold didn’t matter anymore. “The other day, I caught him humming to himself. He was doing the dishes and I came in from patrol and…it just reminded me of all the times we’d catch him singing and he’d deny it,” she smiled, “We’d literally be standing right there and he’d say it was the fridge or something.”

Her little laugh quieted, turning somber. The sweet memory inevitably turned sad.

“God, I miss you,” Y/n whispered as her throat tightened, “I miss you so much. Everything I do in this house, I keep looking over and expecting you to be right next to me.“

She paused, beginning to feel just a drop of the sun’s distant warmth. “And then your dad comes in or Uncle Tommy and it’s like you’re there. Making us laugh, calling us old…and for two seconds, it feels okay. Not perfect, but alright, and I can get through the rest of the day,” Y/n rubbed her running nose and looked back up at the sky, “Just keep doing that. Don’t ever leave us down here on our own.”

Y/n had long lost track of time since starting her work, and she didn’t hear the front door open. Joel was home from patrol duty. He walked through the empty house, looking more and more like their home each day, looking for someone to greet.

“Rose,” Y/n heard Joel call from inside. She wiped a melancholy tear away and got to her feet.

Taking one more look at the grey sky, she smiled, as if Sarah was radiating her presence down from the clouds. Telling her to get inside and hug her husband. Help make dinner. Make their remote corner of the world a little brighter. Just as Sarah would have.

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dungeonpuppykai · 3 months

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hii i do know if youre taking requests or anything but i was wondering if you could write a dark!bucky x reader fic where the kidnapping is already established and all and she finds herself giving in to bucky and it sorta shocks bucky as well, mostly soft dark bucky and comfort/fluff but dark? does this make sense

I don't really do requests only because I've danced that dance many times and failed at it every single time. Though I do like to do an interesting scenario here and there since I am a pleaser hehe 🩷

Also, I am so, so, so sorry that this is so late. I enjoy this as a hobby and my university slams me hard so I only write when I have the time and energy. I really hope you see this 🩷

And hope you like it still <3

Warning(s): Dark!Bucky, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, fluff, comfort.

Bucky was past Hydra but the life was all the same.

He worked for a private company that paid top dollar for his expertise now.

You had been in his sight for a long time before he made a move on you.

You had caught his eye almost right after he had broken free.

Since you used to volunteer at the town library and he would come to find some semblance of his time there among the old books, getting lost for hours on end in the corner dedicated to his time.

That with the smell of your perfume whenever you would walk by was an almost euphoric experience for him.

Every day, every time.

And then Bucky knew, he had to have you.

It had been a very cliche bumping into each other.

Or at least on his part.

Maybe you had done it on purpose to try and make conversation with the handsome man who came by everyday.

Bucky had gone into a trance for a few moments when he had made eye contact with you for the first time.

The world had shut down.

And you were the only sound, the only light, the only life.

He had stopped coming after that day.

Unbeknownst to you, the man had decided he could not afford to mess this up.

You were too sweet, too kind, too nice, too pretty, too perfect and completely out of his league.

He devised a perfect plan.

And plucked you from society like a rose from a garden.

His rose.

Could you blame him?

You seemed to like him plenty so what other reaction could you possibly have than that of delight and gratitude after waking up in the humble house his mysterious company had built for him into the heart of a forest of his choice?

Anyways.

It had been a long time since all that bitter business.

You were past the tears, begging, running, denying and fighting.

The man had a literal metal arm, what were you compared to pure muscle and raw strength?

You bit your lip as you forced yourself to push the silly thoughts of escape away, dabbing the disinfectant one last time on Bucky's injured shoulder that you had patched up.

Was it right? Did you do something wrong?

You had no idea.

But every time you tried to suggest he see a doctor for his wounds every other time he was back from a job, all he ever responded to the proposition with was a sharp 'no doctors'.

"Y- You…" Sighing to yourself in defeat, you moved to the smaller scratches and cuts now.

The man only looked up at you from his position on the kitchen chair as you stood between his legs.

"You… should be careful out there, you know…" A grunt left you when you caught sight of a soft smile on his lips.

"I mean, I don't know what the fuck this place is and how to navigate it so I don't wanna die of starvation just because you weren't careful" though your words amused him, he grabbed your chin nevertheless, clicking his tongue.

"Language…" You rolled your eyes though only after you looked down because the habit had landed you in trouble with him one too many times.

Because good girls don't use vulgar language.

He was so old fashioned it was weird.

"Sorry… sir" you forced out through your teeth, very well aware of what would become of you if you didn't follow the rules and apologize straight away.

"Good girl" the condescending pat on the top of your head was heavy due to his strength as you went about the rest of his injuries.

The both of you lost track of time.

Bucky noticed it before you did.

The usual stiffness of your shoulders, the tension in your jaw, the tension in your hands was barely noticeable.

Genuine concern had overshadowed the usual disdain when he had stumbled in today.

Well, he had been gone for days before that.

You were also extra careful with making sure every little graze was addressed today unlike before where he had to practically threaten or manipulate you into doing it.

After you had put everything away and washed your hands, you walked slowly to him before stopping in front of him.

"You're not allowed to go MIA again" you spoke with your chin held high, as though you had any say in this house.

The slight raise of Bucky's eyebrow almost made you falter but the small smile that soon tugged at his lips eased you back down.

Maybe this was the way.

Letting out a defiant exhale through your nose you crossed your arms over your chest, "I've heard hamburgers are best served hot…"

He had told you that.

You did not have to look over your shoulder to know that his smile deepened.

Maybe you had cooked them and waited for him by the door everyday these past few days.

But he didn't have to know that.

Bucky groaned to himself as he pushed his body up and slowly followed you.

Maybe this was the start of something good.

Or…

It didn't matter though. Bucky sighed as he circled his arms around your waist from behind while you served the food.

Perching his chin on your shoulder, he let his eyes flutter close as he inhaled your scent.

You smelled like home.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Whatever you will choose to do with this, Bucky decided, won't change anything.

Because the fact of the matter was, you were his and you didn't have a choice.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes comfort #dark bucky barnes #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky x you #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky fanfic

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yourmaximoff · 11 months

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Midnight Sins

Summary: Ever since Princess Wanda began to be disturbed in her dreams by a succubus, her life has never been the same.

Paring: Princess!Wanda x Succubus!Vampire!Reader

Warnings: (+18) top!reader, botton!wanda, non/dub-con, dirty talk, degradation, sonophilia, public mind sex, fingering, oral, vampirism (reader is vampire-succubus, so feeds on cum and blood)

Words: 10k

A/N: hey hi again, this is definitely hot, it has a lot of obscenities, but it is so sweet in a way. I hope it's as much fun to read as it was to write ♡

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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The silver moonlight gently spilled over a magnificent Renaissance castle located in the north of Romania. Towering spires rose in various parts of the castle, their sharp silhouettes cutting through the dark sky like a gleaming knife.

Stone walls, bathed in the bright moonlight, revealed themselves in shades of gray and darkness, yet not in the least worn. The wealth and grandeur of the Maximoff royal family were manifested in every part of that carefully preserved and immaculate castle.

A vast expanse of flowers adorned a garden beside the grand castle. Flower beds exuded a diverse combination, ranging from fiery red to deep purple, from soft lilac to bright yellow.

A serene little lake rested in a more secluded area of the flowers. Its crystal-clear water perfectly reflected the moon, but also a slender crimson tail swaying on the branch of an apple tree.

Taking in a deep breath of the cozy air of the dark, chilly night, you observed the statue of a female figure in the middle of the garden. A pattern of white and red flowers surrounded the angelic figure with large open wings, her body slightly inclined downward as if blessing the flowers.

You attentively observed the statue, its angelic aura and a small crucifix on its chest like a protective necklace. You wrinkled your nose, laughing at the feeble attempt of stupid humans to keep creatures of the night at bay. Well, perhaps this statue truly kept some creatures fearful, but you felt nothing but an even greater desire to disturb that place.

The statue truly caught your attention. It portrayed a beautiful woman whom you felt drawn to know more about. Perhaps she was a historical figure, a philosopher, a healer, or even a saint? She was a young girl, nothing like the statues of grumpy men scattered around the village. It was the beauty of the statue that, ever since you first laid eyes on it, drew you in rather than instilling fear.

Your routine, ever since the statue was placed there a few weeks ago, has been to wait for the moonlight to consume the blazing sunlight, to sit on the branch of the tree nearby, just enough to remain unseen, and simply stay close to the statue. You were alone, and strangely felt embraced by the unknown marble figure.

Tonight was no different from the past twenty nights. Lying on the tree branch, with your head resting in your hands, gazing at the moonlight and only feeling the presence of the statue, you inhale deeply the scent of the flowers and let your mind drift away and wander into infinity.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice a dark-haired girl approaching the statue. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back like waves, and a delicate dress made of fine fabric gently embraced her curves.

Your eyes left the moon and returned to the statue when you caught a unique scent, a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla. Your eyes widened as they landed on the figure responsible for the fragrance. A girl with her back to you, kneeling on the ground and pushing the soil aside, creating a hole.

Her hands caressed the soil while singing a beautiful song in a language you didn't know but reminded you of French and Latin. Her slightly husky yet sweet voice sent a shiver down your spine.

The girl left the newly planted seed, took a small jug, and began filling it from the little lake in front of the tree where you were. Your heart started racing as you noticed the striking resemblance between the girl in front of you and the statue. Her ethereal aura, her prominent freckled cheeks that you could only see up close, her slightly plump lips, and her wavy hair cascading down her back only made you hungrier.

Your stomach growled silently, and your mouth began to salivate as you saw the small girl in front of you as the perfect prey to satisfy your sudden hunger. Your breath became uneven as you simply observed the delicacy with which she filled a jug with water. The sight of her pronounced collarbone and the deliciously exposed curve of her neck only intensified the uncontrollable beast within you.

When she turned her back again to water the newly planted seed, your entrance throbbed and trembled. Your eyes transformed into a vivid red with dilated pupils, and your cheeks burned with excitement.

But something inside you prevented you from attacking her. Something in your chest warmed in a way never felt before. You had such affection for the statue's figure that now that her figure stood before you in flesh and blood, with blood pumping deliciously in her veins, you couldn't think of anything but wanting her for yourself. You didn't want to kill her, you wanted to consume her, to feed on her blood, to indulge in her pleasure, and above all, to feast on her soul.

You sneaked and descended from the tree, landing your bare feet silently on the ground, inhaling deeply the scent of cinnamon and vanilla, even more prominent in the air. The girl's voice began to sing the lullaby again in the unknown language, unaware of your mortal presence just behind her.

Your chest started pounding as you took a step forward, your inner monster beginning to take control of your body, accompanied by the hunger exploding in your empty stomach. Fangs descended over your canine teeth, and your saliva filled your famished mouth.

"Wanda, dear, dinner is on the table. Clean your hands and come eat." The sweet voice of the queen, coming from the open glass door of the garden, resonated throughout the flower-filled space.

"Yes, mother, I'm coming." The girl, supposedly named Wanda, wiped the dust off her hands on her own white dress and left the garden.

You deeply inhaled the scent of her body, the delicious perfume spreading through the air as her angelic presence dissipated. You shook your head, pushing the bloodthirsty monster lodged within you back into your consciousness.

Your fangs gave way to your normal canines, your eyes slowly returned to their original color, and your tail began to wag from side to side in excitement that took over your body. Allowing your more rational and less animalistic self to return, you went back to the tree with the intention of waiting until everyone in the castle retired, to finally strike in the middle of the night.

And so it was done. As the hours advanced into the early morning, all the lights in the castle were turned off, plunging the palace into deep darkness. The only remaining illumination came from the chandeliers carried by the guards on their nightly rounds, with candles flickering in their steady hands. The chandeliers cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, while the guards' silent steps echoed through the corridors.

You left the tree and, before heading towards the castle, took one last look at the statue. Its features were identical to those of your next victim, but this replica was not perfect. It lacked her delicate and almost imperceptible freckles, her naturally rosy cheeks, and most importantly, her sweet scent. But even so, you found yourself admiring it.

Your gaze traveled across the statue's body and stopped at the outstretched arms, as if blessing the ground and the flowers around. Your eyes fixated on a small, solitary flower, separated from the others, with a freshly cut stem and voluminous petals stained with dirt. Next to it, you noticed a cluster of weeds tangled in a green mess. The poor flower struggled against the weeds, and Wanda was determined to help.

Gently, you cupped the flower in your hands and recognized that it wasn't a rose but a Black Swan peony. Its petals, arranged in multiple layers, displayed a deep red, almost black. Despite its somber appearance, its aroma was soft and sweet.

Your gaze turned back to the statue, and a strong determination surged through your veins as your mind merged the figure of the statue with that of the brunette girl.

Sneaking around the castle, your feet found support on the rough surfaces of the rocks, while your hands firmly grasped the ledges and crevices of the castle. Finally, you reached the castle's balcony, where an open window revealed itself as a passage into the princess's room.

Climbing up the edge of the open window, you breathed deeply, sensing the sweet vanilla scent filling the room. With a smile on your lips, you sneaked inside, noticing the presence of the brunette girl lying on the imposing canopy bed positioned in the center of the spacious room.

The white satin sheet stood out in contrast to the dark wooden pillars flanking the bed. A wooden plaque carved in gold above the headboard displayed the name 'Wanda' in careful and extremely elegant calligraphy.

"Wanda." You whispered each letter on your tongue, feeling how her confirmed baptismal name resonated as it left your mouth.

The entire room screamed lust and wealth but with a sweet and delicate touch in every part. A wooden dressing table against the wall, the large mirror reflected the items on the table. No dark or heavy makeup, only lip gloss and lighter colors, she surely didn't need any makeup to accentuate her beauty.

On the desk, there was a recently extinguished scented candle, emitting a delightful lavender scent that brought a calm and relaxed aura. Study papers on languages and some gouache paintings scattered across the wooden surface. And everywhere, there were small pots with simple plants that appeared to be well cared for. You approached the desk, planting a kiss on the peony, and placed it on the papers on the table.

Allowing your curious gaze to fall upon her sleeping figure on the bed, you approached with slow steps until you were mere inches away from the bed. Noble blood pumped through her veins, and the angelic aura that pervaded her room, emanating from her body as well, left you with no other thought than the fact that she was undoubtedly a princess.

A smile settled on your lips, a vivid red invaded your pupils, and your succubus tail began to sway in the air again. The fragile and defenseless figure before you intensified your unbearable hunger, lascivious thoughts flooded your mind like waves. This time, your fangs didn't appear; this time, you weren't hungry for blood. You craved orgasm, and your prey, your victim, was right in front of you, ready to feed you.

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A deep gasp escaped Wanda's throat, choked moans sounding like high-pitched melodies in the air. Her hands tightly gripped the white satin sheet, and her legs unconsciously wrapped around a figure between her thighs. She pushed her hips upward, feeling her blood pulsate through her veins, her legs trembling along with her hands gripping the sheet tightly. She was being consumed.

"Fuck." She gasped again in another moan, her entrance being attacked with licks and suction in all the right places on her sensitive pussy.

As her breath rose and fell, her hardened nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of her nightgown. Waves of heat crashed against her burning body, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead, and warm air escaping her lips with every moan. The overheating and the pleasure building up in her stomach were enough for her eyes to start watering.

Feeling the skillful tongue hitting all the sensitive parts of her hot core, she began to feel the orgasm slowly corroding her stomach. She started grinding her hips against the delightful sensation, but sharp nails like claws pressed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, preventing her from moving. Another moan escaped her throat, and instead of dispersing the pleasure, the pain became enough fuel for her to reach the limit, the highest sensation of pleasure she had ever felt before.

Wanda's body trembled, her hands instinctively flew to the head between her legs. Pulling strands of unfamiliar hair forcefully between her fingers, it was as if she signaled the impending release of her orgasm.

A precise and rough lick was enough for her viscous liquid to flow from her hot hole onto the hunter's tongue. She felt pleasure coursing through her veins, the sensation of spirals dissipating from her stomach, and a wave of pleasure and relief flooding her mind.

You smiled against her pussy; it tasted even better than you thought a princess would. It was as sweet as her aura, but as addictive as a drug. Sliding your tongue all over her pussy one last time, savoring every delicious drop, you planted a tender kiss on her folds and faded away like smoke from her mind.

Wanda woke up with her chest pounding and her body hot. Sweat trickled down her forehead, while her breathing was heavy and her eyes moistened with dry tears. Startled, she quickly sat up in bed and looked at the open window.

The white curtains swayed, bringing in the cold night breeze, while a fleeting figure with a red tail darted through the crack between the curtains. Feeling fear, Wanda slid off the bed and turned on the bedside lamp, but, as expected or perhaps unexpectedly, there was nothing there. She sighed deeply, straightening her disheveled hair, and approached the vanity. Looking at her own sweaty and heated reflection in the mirror, she realized she had had an erotic dream.

She had never experienced anything so vivid and real before. A wave of pleasure enveloped her in the dream, taking her to climax in an intense and overwhelming way. Now, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment as she recalled that little sinful dream she had lived. She mentally scolded herself for not looking down and discovering who was behind that pleasurable sensation.

"Could this dream be a premonition of something, perhaps the love of my life?" She questioned herself as she sat down and began to run the brush through her hair.

After a few minutes of contemplation, the orange rays of sunlight slowly started dissipating the darkness of the night. Its brightness flooded the room, illuminating every corner, while the sound of the newly awakened birds brought a sense of peace to Wanda's troubled mind.

As she looked out the window, Wanda noticed something positioned on top of the desk. Feeling curious, she left the brush on the vanity table and walked over to the desk. To her surprise, there was the Peony she had tended to and removed weeds from the garden the previous night, delicately resting on the surface of the table.

Throughout the morning, she found herself returning to her dream, and her flushed cheeks betrayed that she was thinking about something inappropriate for the moment. Amidst her duties as a princess, she found herself doodling various drawings on the sheet, depicting the possible mysterious figure. Each drawing had different features, such as the face shape, body, and even the type of hair, which was the only thing she could distinctly feel from the figure between her legs.

"Are you here, Wanda?" Her friend Monica asked, snapping her fingers in front of Wanda's focused eyes on the drawing.

"Oh, yes, sorry." Wanda shook her head, diverting her eyes from the drawings to the French teacher. "Why do I need to learn French anyway?"

"Because suitors from all languages will come to the ball, silly," Monica replied, shaking her head and glancing away from Wanda to the sheet on the table.

"And your father wants to make sure you'll be a good diplomat," answered the gray-haired, stubble-faced teacher, as he continued to glide the chalk on the board.

Wanda grimaced, shaking her head. She liked having all the privileges and not having to make an effort to achieve things. However, the whole situation of being courted by people from other kingdoms made her stomach churn. Deep down, she knew why she felt nauseous about it. It's not that she disliked attention, but the idea of having only men to choose from didn't seem as exciting as it should be.

The 21st birthday gift Wanda received from her mother was a replica of herself in the form of a statue in the garden. Perhaps it was a bit too narcissistic for her taste to have a life-size copy of herself, but she didn't complain; she found it charming to be among the flowers she cared for with such dedication and affection.

On the other hand, her father's gift was to invite several suitors from various wealthy kingdoms to a party at the palace in a few days, with the intention of finding a suitor worthy of her to help govern the kingdom or govern on her behalf. Maybe Wanda was minimally lucky to have a family that loved and respected her enough not to force her into a marriage against her will. However, the idea of her fate being to marry a man who supposedly would boss her around made her nauseous.

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The afternoon sun slowly began to be consumed by the darkness that the moon radiated, all the rooms of the palace turning on its yellow lights, illuminating the entire darkness of the castle.

You lay on the same branch as usual, your thumb wiping the blood that trickled from the corners of your lips. Savouring the metallic taste of blood, you placed your hands behind your head like a pillow. Inhaling deeply the scent of the garden flowers, you once again felt embraced by the presence of the beautiful statue, now called Wanda. You silently allowed yourself to confide your feelings to the statue.

You were still curious to know more about Wanda, to know a little more than just the taste of her climax. This was actually something new for you. You were a creature of the night, a creature created to feed on humans, both their blood and their climax, but something about Wanda was different. You felt as if imaginary butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. That intoxicating scent of her perfume was stuck in your mind. Closing your eyes, you could feel her presence just by the memory of her perfume. Her sweet voice answering her mother, the color of her hair, the prominent collarbone on her pale skin above the shoulders of that dress. Everything was spinning in your mind, everything seemed so confusing. You had never felt empathy for anyone before, and now you have a girl in your head, a princess named Wanda.

Shifting your gaze from the moon to the statue, you descended from the tree and approached slowly. Admiring the perfection of the marble statue, your mind brought forth memories of Wanda's face. Every detail was vivid in your memory: the delicate freckles, the slightly curved nose, the eyes green like weeds, the full lips painted with a soft gloss. Fascinated, you approached the statue, gliding gently over the marble surface until your lips met those of the sculpture. Curious to feel the texture and sensation, you pressed your lips against the coldness of the stone, knowing it was only a representation, but still enjoying the illusion of an impossible kiss.

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered, but the sensation wasn't enough for them to go away. You swallowed, moving away, looking at the statue with a smile and slightly warm cheeks. Oh damn, did you really kiss a statue? You laughed at yourself, but soon released a sigh, looking at the glass door of the garden. Could you have her lips against yours? Would she ever kiss you awake?

Looking up, you observed Wanda's bedroom window with the light on. Some nearby flowers showed signs of weeds starting to grow on their stems. Wanda's careful attention to her plants piqued your curiosity about what she might be doing. Perhaps, having seen Wanda only once, the previous night, your mind created an imaginary nighttime routine for her.

Shaking off the conflicting thoughts, you took one last look at the statue and felt a wave of adrenaline rush through your veins. A visit wouldn't hurt anyone, right? You felt the urge to see her again, to observe her skin, to feel her scent.

But maybe it was a bit premature, after all, were you really missing her? Even though you saw her for the first and only time last night? Grimacing to yourself, you dismissed your own question. No, you only liked the taste of her climax, and that was it. You had no empathy or feelings for anyone.

You kept that lie in your mind as you climbed the protruding rocks on the castle's stone walls. Placing your hands on the balcony, you squinted your eyes and saw her with her back to the open window. A romantic symphony played in the room, and only the chandelier light illuminated the space as she wrote something at the desk.

You silently jumped inside the balcony and sat on the floor. Thankful that the window was open and the curtains were pinned, you could observe her attentively. The tranquility that reigned in the room started to warm your heart in a different way. Crossing your legs, you rested your elbow on the knee and, with the palm of your hand open, supported your head.

Looking through the vanity mirror, you managed to see her beautiful face illuminated by the chandelier light. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, her eyes fixed on a book in front of her, occasionally glancing down to write on the page. Her features were so soft and angelic that everything she did seemed like the work of an angel.

As if she felt your gaze, she absentmindedly looked at the vanity mirror. Her eyes met yours directly, and for a moment, you were grateful for being half-vampire and not reflecting in the mirror. Her irises gently stood out under the orange light of the chandelier, her eyelashes blinked slowly as she returned her attention to the page in front of her.

Wanda looked like a living work of art, her eyes gliding from the page to the book resting in front of her. Sometimes, she got lost in thoughts, looking around as if she sensed she was being watched. However, you were cunning and managed to stay quiet and invisible to her eyes.

A long period passed without you even realizing, and Wanda stood up from the chair, closing the book and her now content-filled page on the table. Stretching her body, she turned on her heels and glanced at the open window. As she approached, she placed her hand on the two large windows, about to close them when a thought crossed her mind.

"What if my dream came from the open window?" Wanda thought. She always kept her window closed, and the only day she left it open coincided with her dream. Did she really want to dream about that again? Was it worth the risk of leaving the window open, allowing some flying animal, insect, or even a monster to enter the room, all for just a moment of pleasure?

A hand rested on Wanda's lips, preventing any scream from escaping. A deep, seductive whisper echoed in her ears, "Come to me." The sound of that hypnotizing voice enveloped her mind, making her feel dizzy and weak. Unable to resist, she fainted in your arms, surrendering completely.

Feeling the weight of Wanda's lifeless body, you carefully embraced her and lifted her in your arms as if she were a feather. The soft touch of her skin against yours, the sensation of her warmth and fragility, brought a mixture of excitement and tenderness. With determined steps, you carried her to the soft bed, gently placing her on the delicate sheets.

Back in her quarters, you let curiosity work in your body. Gliding through the room, you could now calmly observe things in her room, without that thirst and euphoria of tasting her for the first time.

The papers on the desk were carefully organized, revealing Wanda's sweet and elegant handwriting. Next to the papers, a French study book was closed, marked by a delicate red bookmark.

A picture frame caught your attention, displaying a picture of Wanda with her parents. The three of them were dressed in luxurious clothes, revealing the wealth and elegance of the family. A diamond tiara shone on Wanda's forehead, while her makeup, slightly more intense than usual, further enhanced her youthful beauty. The golden shimmer on her eyelids and cheeks seemed to reflect the sun, adding a touch of glamour to her angelic appearance.

On the wooden shelf, there was a meticulously organized stack of books. Among the titles, a diversity of subjects stood out, including studies on plants and flowers. However, what caught your attention the most was the significant number of romance books, occupying a considerable space on the shelf.

You wrinkled your nose at the thought of Wanda being a romantic girl. Would she be the type to receive flowers? Or the type to give flowers from her own garden? You pondered on the perfect gift to court a princess like her. Surely, gold and jewelry were common gifts that she probably received abundantly, an obvious display of wealth, but Wanda didn't seem to enjoy that type of gift.

You left Wanda's room, jumped off the balcony, and under the cozy light of the night, you stealthily sneaked through the now empty streets of the village to the local library. Entering the empty library and passing by the large shelves, you soon spotted what you were looking for. Sliding your finger over the hard, brownish cover, you pulled out the book, holding it securely in your hands.

The dark brownish cover only further enhanced the title 'Dracula' written in a shiny faux gold. Your eyes gleamed, reflecting the golden glow of the book and bringing to mind the memory of Wanda's pale skin under the orange light of the chandelier. If you were to give her a gift, you would certainly use this book that revealed little, but revealed your world and your vampiric mind.

Back in her room, you placed the book on the table, along with a small note you wrote with your own pen on a blank sheet. At no point did you wonder why you were giving her a gift; you simply let your instincts guide you. Perhaps deep down, you knew that Wanda was different and that she made your heart flutter. The idea of courting her, even if she didn't know of your existence, brought comfort to you.

Your eyes dilated when you saw her lying face down on the bed, with one thigh bent and the other leg stretched out, exposing a good portion of her body. You swallowed hard, smiling as your mouth began to salivate, preparing to attack once again. To attack to obtain what you desire so much, after all, you believe you deserve it, don't you? The book on the table has a price, and that price is her.

Diving deep into her desires and darkest thoughts, you consumed her mind, invading every piece of her thoughts and delving into her darkest desires. In the cloud of emotions growing in her mind, you were able to understand some things that Wanda liked, and you would certainly use them to provide even more pleasure to her, and consequently, to feed better.

Wanda's breath started to hitch as she felt the space between her legs being attacked again, but this time it was skillful fingers delivering slow movements against her clitoris. She moaned softly and, as she tilted her head to finally see the face of her hunter, delicious lips engulfed one of her breasts.

The surprise was enough for you to sink two fingers into her walls, stretching her slowly with back and forth movements. Wanda swallowed the deep groan, gripping your hair tightly against her chest. You began to suck on her breast with your mouth, your tongue tracing around her deliciously hardened nipple, while your fingers started to thrust forcefully and quickly inside her.

"Who..." She choked on a moan, her head stretched back on the pillow, and her hands gripped your hair tightly. "Who are you?"

You growled against her nipple, gliding deep kisses along her collarbone until reaching her ear. "Soon, you'll know." You trailed kisses down her neck, where you found her delicious pulse, feeling her hot blood pumping tirelessly to her heated mind. Your mouth tirelessly left purple bite marks and hickeys on her neck. If this wasn't a dream, Wanda would certainly feel very embarrassed and self-conscious the next day explaining the marks on her neck.

"Do you want to be treated like a dirty slut?" You asked against the skin of her neck, moving back up to her ear. "There, inside your beautiful, brainless little head, you like that, don't you?" You pushed your fingers as deep as you could and began twisting them inside her, thrusting all the way in and pulling back to the edge. Gradually, her mind started to drift away, the butterflies in her stomach swirling as the pressure in her stomach increased, swelling like a balloon about to burst.

Wanda swallowed hard, and a smile appeared on her lips as she processed your dirty words. This was what she wanted, at least for now. Being treated with respect and like royalty was nice, but being treated like a whore was one of the repressed fetishes within her. Wanda needed someone to disrupt her perfect princess life, she needed a demon to consume her completely, she needed you.

You eagerly devoured her entire pussy, her legs closed around your face while you still pumped your fingers inside her. Sucking motions and your tongue tracing her sensitive clit were enough to make an orgasm explode over her stomach. A tired, guttural moan escaped Wanda's lips, her toned thighs trembling and trapping you between her legs. You gave a few more thrusts, prolonging the pleasure, and slid your mouth to finally consume her precious nectar.

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"I noticed you like romances. Why not give this one a chance?" Wanda read, biting her lower lip. Her eyes scanned the note again for the tenth time since she laid eyes on it earlier in the morning.

Sitting on a swing, Wanda allowed her body to be gently rocked by the breeze blowing from the surrounding nature. Her hair was disheveled, cascading messily down her back. The brunette's cheeks were lightly flushed from the wind caressing her skin, adding a rosy touch to her appearance. Wanda's hands carefully held the book she had received, positioned on her lap. A large branch from the voluminous tree served as a support point for a sturdy sisal rope, while vines from the trunk spread tangled over the rope, creating delicate flowered vines that intertwined with the swing's cords.

Once again, she was attacked by the night. She couldn't even call it an attack anymore; it was as pleasurable as the first time, but so unique that she couldn't believe her mind was playing tricks on her like this. Who could have placed that book on the table early in the morning? Her parents had already given her the birthday present, and she would certainly recognize the handwriting. The person who attacked her in the dream now had a voice, a beautiful voice that began to disturb Wanda's thoughts in the morning. It was impossible; it was just a dream. Her tired mind, seeking alternatives to relax, may have created a figure from her own imagination... right? Unless something supernatural was truly lurking around her. Wanda was aware of the existence of nocturnal creatures, but she never bothered to delve deeper into her studies on the subject. But now, with the possibility that something supernatural was truly disturbing her, she felt defenseless.

Swaying gently, Wanda was immersed in thought, trying to connect her recurring erotic dreams with the gift on the table. In a matter of days, she had been supposedly attacked with waves of pleasure and gifted with presents. Had Wanda done something to deserve these things? Was it God, if He even exists, rewarding her for being a good princess?

The bright sunlight pierced through the dense clouds and bathed Wanda's face, temporarily blinding her vision. She furrowed her brow, feeling the intense heat against her skin, and instinctively raised the book to create a protective shade over her face.

As the shadow offered relief from the blinding glare, her thoughts began to organize. Her eyes scanned the words printed on the book cover: "Dracula." A shiver ran down her spine as the word gleamed before her eyes. A sudden idea erupted in her clouded mind like a flash of lucidity. That was it; she needed to delve deeper into the study of nocturnal creatures in order to discover what exactly was disturbing her.

Wanda crossed the village and entered the local library. Her princess attire was completely concealed beneath the large traveler's cloak with a hood, keeping her royal aura hidden. Wanda always wore this cloak when escaping the confines of the castle, seeking solace in an empty spot in the library to read or breathe the fresh air among common folk.

With hands positioned behind her back and her head slightly tilted forward, Wanda stepped into the library with soft and cautious steps. The distinct scent of old books and knowledge permeated the air, enveloping her in a literary atmosphere.

Wanda proceeded, lightly gliding her fingers over the spines of the volumes within her reach. Her senses were heightened as if the library itself whispered in her ear, revealing clues and directions to follow. After a few minutes of relentless searching, her keen eyes captured an intriguing sight: a solitary book resting on a dark and less frequented shelf of the library.

Wanda reached out and took the book, feeling the rough and worn texture of the leather in her fingers. The title bore inscriptions that seemed to have been carved by someone hundreds of years ago. Carefully, she opened the old, yellowed pages, sensing the scent of aged paper wafting into her nostrils along with a cloud of swirling dust.

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On the night preceding the ball, Wanda entered the garden, holding a book firmly in her hands, and approached the tree where you were. Watching her hands closely, you recognized the book you had gifted her, held tightly between her arms, pressed against her chest. A knot formed in your throat, and you began to rise, consumed by the fear of being seen by her. However, as Wanda turned her back to the tree, settling down on the ground and resting her head against the trunk, a silent sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Curiously, you observed as Wanda's delicate fingers opened the cover of the book titled 'Dracula'. Her white dress spread out on the grass, contrasting with the vibrant green surroundings, while her pale skin extended forward, touching the softness of the lawn.

"Jonathan Harker's Diary," Wanda said aloud, and you immediately recognized the beginning of the book. She stretched her legs up to her knees and carefully rested the book on her lap. Her enchanting voice echoed throughout the garden, enveloping the surroundings with a gentle melody.

Lying back on the branch, you smiled as you gazed at the moon and the stars, while Wanda's reading spun through your mind. You were thrilled that she was actually reading something you had given her, and you were certainly even happier that she was enjoying the experience with you. Even though you weren't by her side, you felt minimally connected to her angelic figure.

Each paragraph slid perfectly off her tongue like a song. The perfect diction and the slight accent lingering on certain words added an extra charm, bringing a touch of acidity to her youthful and angelic appearance. Her fingers delicately turning the next page as you slowly closed your eyes to absorb more of her soft voice and the story. Engrossed in her voice, you didn't notice when she closed the book slowly and let out a deep sigh.

"Is it you?" she asked, her voice filled with emotion, a slight tremor perceptible in her words.

Your eyes widened as you shifted your gaze from the moon to Wanda's hands, just below you, resting on the closed book. Watching her intently, you narrowed your eyes and noticed a slight nervousness, evident in her trembling fingers pressed against the book. Knowing exactly what she was asking about, you pondered for a moment whether you should actually answer or if she was just asking the question to the wind and to herself.

"Yes," you replied, curious about her reaction. You weren't sure if she had seen you and was aware of your presence or if she was simply asking the question into the void and to herself.

"Why me?" She asked, rising from the ground, her head slowly turning in your direction, but her eyes tightly shut.

You carefully descended from the tree, landing softly on the ground. Before you, she stood with her eyes tightly closed. Your eyes traced every trace of benevolence etched on her face. However, her trembling hands clutched the book firmly, revealing an imminent fear pulsating within her being.

"Why not you?" you whispered calmly and seductively in front of her. "A little princess protected by guards in a grand castle," With slow and intentionally heavy steps, you walked around her. "Is that not enough to keep a creature like me away from you?"

"I hoped it would be," Wanda murmured, her voice trembling, her hands tightly pressing the book against her chest. "I needed to find out what was happening." She sighed deeply, trying to dispel the fear from her body. "I thought you were just a dream, but apparently, I was wrong."

"This might still be a dream, princess, and I might just be part of your imagination," you whispered in her ear, purposefully making the gears in her mind spin frantically. "Or I could be real and truly a great danger to you." You could feel every heartbeat, every pulse, and the speed at which the blood flowed through her veins. "But I won't kill you."

"Why?" Her trembling and emotional voice lingered in the air.

"Because you have what I want," you whispered in her ear, moving around her, each firm step echoing through the space as you positioned yourself in front of her once again.

"And what do you want?" Taking a deep breath, she inhales air into her lungs, trying to normalize her breathing and her heartbeat.

A dramatic and deliberate silence envelops both of you, stretching like a veil of anticipation in the air. The subtle sounds of the surroundings seem to fade away, allowing only the echo of her racing heartbeat to be heard.

The soft, diffused light of twilight stretches across the horizon, painting the sky with a palette of golden and orange hues. Behind her, a gentle, diffused light spills over the landscape, slowly dissipating the shadows of the night. Her brunette hair takes on a coppery tone, a dark cascade of shimmering strands, resting on her chest, moving in sync with her erratic breaths. Her pale, delicate porcelain-like skin seems to acquire a soft bronze hue as the copper rays of twilight embrace her fragile and helpless form before you.

"You," your voice resonates like a gentle breeze of relief in her ears, dissipating the unconscious expectations she didn't even know existed.

Slowly, her eyes open, finally discovering what you are like. Her irises, green like a forest during rain, gain an increasingly intense sparkle as she analyzes every detail of your being. A gentle smile begins to form on her lips, almost unconsciously. It's as if all the nervousness and insecurity that consumed her until now dissolve in an instant.

Unconsciously, she lets the book fall to the ground, extending her trembling hand towards you. Her fingers glide smoothly over the fabric of your blouse, sinking into the material until they find the cool skin hidden beneath. Her eyes seem to shine intensely as they fixate on your chest, as if finding a long-awaited confirmation there. It's as if all doubts and uncertainties dissipate in that moment, giving way to the certainty that all of this is real. The tangible proof of your presence, your concrete existence, is beneath her fingertips.

With gentle and careful movements, your hand glides over her wrist, tracing a delicate path until reaching the palm of her hand. The fingers naturally intertwine as if finding their destined place. The warmth emanating from her feverish hand merges with the naturally cold palm of your hand, bringing a warmth that your cold heart has never felt before.

With eyes still locked, Wanda slowly draws closer. Her other free hand glides softly over your chest, an instinctive and silent gesture that seems to invite her to come even closer. In a deep sigh, you draw closer, and your lips finally meet in a soft and delicate touch.

Your lips meet in a perfect fit, like pieces of a puzzle that finally find their missing part. It's as if sin meets the sinner, and light meets the scorching sun in the twilight, the same twilight that paints the sky behind the both of you.

Two completely different souls, each treading their own path, now intertwine in the bright moonlight, merging into a single soul.

You separate your hands, sliding gently over her jaw, deepening the kiss even further. Meanwhile, she traces your neck with her warm hands, in a possessive and affectionate gesture.

The heat of the bodies intensifies, the physical proximity almost painful, as hands explore the contours of hungry bodies. Desire grows in a symphony of muffled sighs, restrained moans turning into murmurs of shared pleasure.

In the dimness of dawn and twilight, you found yourself in your usual spot, nestled in the familiar tree. However, this time, you were sitting with your head resting against the trunk, allowing your fingers to intertwine in her long, brunette hair, cascading onto your thighs. With affectionate and gentle gestures, your hands caressed Wanda's scalp.

The soft and serene moonlight was enough to illuminate the pages of the book Wanda held, allowing her to continue reading even in the darkness. In this tranquil silence, the gentle sound of pages turning and her sweet voice carried by the wind filled the air with the romantic terror of a vampire named Dracula.

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The imposing windows adorned with white curtains and golden details filled the room with the grace of moonlight, accompanied by the crisp air of a cold autumn night.

Stately pillars rose from the walls, enveloped in a delicate golden hue, exuding sophistication and elegance. The grandeur of the hall was impressive, with a lofty ceiling that seemed to disappear into the heights, where Catholic paintings depicted celestial angels and warriors in a divine battle.

The floor, clear and polished like a gleaming mirror, perfectly reflected the golden light emitted by the chandeliers punctuating the hall. The grand crystal chandelier, majestic and opulent, occupied the center of the hall, emanating a dazzling radiance.

Wanda wore a small diamond tiara delicately positioned on her head, while the moonlight caressed each precious gem. A silky fringe gently rested on her face, gently pushed aside by the tiara's graceful presence.

A generous yet elegant neckline accentuated her delicate collarbone, while the thin straps of the white dress softly rested on her shoulders. Delicate handcrafted embroideries danced along the skirt and around the bodice, displaying patterns and symbols reminiscent of royal heritage. The golden threads, silver accents, and embedded pearls captured the golden light throughout the hall. The dress embraced her figure with a perfect fit, emphasizing her noble and delicate posture.

As her thoughts drifted away to a place she truly wished to be, Wanda finished filling the glass with the refreshing rosy liquid of the punch. Indifferently lifting it to her lips, she took an uninterested sip. Her eyes wandered to the window, lost in a distracted gaze, oblivious to the bustling activity around her.

The wind played among the treetops, gently swaying them. On one branch, a pair of birds nestled together, seeking warmth and comfort amidst the cool breeze. As she observed this simple scene, Wanda found herself immersed in her deepest thoughts, pondering if the problem truly lay within her.

Around her, there were plenty of interesting and genuinely kind suitors, willing to enjoy her company. However, something seemed to be missing, something she couldn't find in those who surrounded her.

No matter how hard she tried to engage with each of them, their interactions amounted to mere empty words. She couldn't even hold a conversation beyond two words without boredom quickly setting in. Something was lacking, someone capable of bringing a fervent passion that would ignite her perfect life, someone she knew exactly who.

"May I have this dance, princess?" A familiar voice broke the silence, bringing her back to reality with a mix of surprise and excitement.

Wanda's arm hairs instantly stood on end, an electric sensation running through her body as a warm and familiar presence approached. Turning to confirm she wasn't going crazy, her eyes widened upon encountering someone unexpected, or perhaps not, dressed elegantly like everyone else around.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asked, her tone laden with surprise.

"How rude of you, princess," you replied, shaking your head disapprovingly as you grabbed a glass and started filling it from the nearby table. "It would be more respectful to acknowledge my presence and accept my request," you added, innocently raising the glass to your lips, a pretense she knew didn't exist, in your voice.

"Are you courting me?" Wanda asked, a curious smile dancing on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I suppose that's the word, courting," you answered, swallowing the last sip of your drink with an expression of satisfaction. "My beautiful princess, would you accept a dance with this poor soul?" you invited, your intense gaze revealing a mix of desire and longing that couldn't be denied.

"And if I refuse, what will you do?" Wanda challenged, her rebellious princess demeanor intensifying even more.

"I squeezed myself into a corset that's squeezing my tail and all my organs for nothing?" you replied, making a theatrical grimace. "Are you really going to be mean to me, princess?"

"I don't remember inviting you," she retorted with acidity and mischievous innocence playing on her plump, rosy lips. "The exit is to the right."

Wanda spun on her heels, leaving the glass on the table and heading towards the dance floor where everyone was gathered. It was a silent invitation for you to follow, and like an obedient puppy, you did.

You couldn't resist the impulse to follow her scent, to watch her wide hips sway and her glossy, toned legs shine in contrast to her pale skin under the orangish light of the palace. Though there were several other girls around, equally well-dressed as her, none of them were her. None of them would ever be your princess Wanda.

Bodies of princesses and princes danced poetically to the sound of classical music echoing from the king's private orchestra. The violins, bass, drums, guitars, and flutes resonated throughout the palace, filling the air with a grand melody that made the floor tremble beneath your feet.

Wanda glanced back as she slowly walked towards the center of the ballroom, making sure that you were indeed following her. A deep laugh escaped her lips as she noticed your eyes fixed on her legs and hips. When she caught your attention on her face, you winked in a flirtatious manner, without any sign of embarrassment for being caught.

Coming to a stop in the middle of the ballroom, she sighed deeply, feeling the scent of masculine and feminine perfumes blending in the air, and soon after, she felt your warm presence behind her.

"I thought you'd be uncomfortable here," Wanda murmured, turning to meet your gaze.

"I'm just making sure the royalty is having a good time tonight," you replied, placing your hand on her hip and pulling her close to your body. A soft moan escaped her lips, but without protest, she rested her hands on your shoulders and locked them behind your neck.

"You truly are a gentleman," she said, rolling her eyes with flushed cheeks, allowing the music to flow through her body.

"A gentleman ready to rescue the princess from the evil villain," you stated, swaying your bodies to the rhythm of the orchestral music that surrounded them. Subtle and warm touches were exchanged at her waist, your fingers pressing with enough firmness to feel her skin beneath that delicate, thin dress. "Or I could be the villain who kidnaps the princess, the choice is yours."

"Being kidnapped by you would be much better than staying here," Wanda teased, shaking her head. "Doing something more interesting..." She glanced away with a mischievous smile.

"You know I don't always need to be hungry to play with you, don't you?" You let out a deep laugh, tightening your grip on her waist and making her look back at you. "I can do whatever you want, just ask me."

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, accentuating her round, rosy cheeks. Her long, dark eyelashes fluttered gently, emanating innocence. However, behind that angelic expression, a mischievous gleam appeared in her green eyes, shining intensely under the golden light of the palace, revealing a silent request that only you could understand.

"Do you want this, princess?" you ask, leaning closer to her ear. "Do you want to be a vixen in the midst of all these people?" You whisper each word slowly into her ear.

"Yes, please," she sighs.

"As you wish, Your Highness," you whisper in her ear. A beam of red magic plunges over your eyes, completely painting her irises and dilated pupils.

Sinking your hand beneath the delicate fabric of her dress, you slide your hand between her thighs, holding her waist firmly. A mischievous smile forms on your lips as you feel the warmth and wetness that moisten your fingers. Carefully, you push aside her delicate satin panties, sliding three fingers over her closed slit, and in response, a deep, throaty moan escapes her lips. She gently rests her head on your shoulder, seeking support and security. Her hands grip tightly around your waist, holding on with strength and seeking stability.

The music of the orchestra gradually became a mere murmur in her ears, while her mind was wrapped in a fervent and exciting intensity. Your seductive aroma delicately penetrated her nostrils, and the sweet melody of your voice chilled every inch of her body. They surrendered unreservedly to the burning passion that enveloped them.

"Your Highness you are a mess." You whisper softly in her ear, as you gently slide two of your fingers into her folds. Gradually, her juices begin to trickle over your fingers, letting little droplets fall onto the shiny wooden floor.

Wanda lets out anguished, whimpering moans against your ear, feeling your thumb caress her clit sloppily. The deliberate slowness almost makes the sensation painful, causing an intense mix of pleasure and torment to her mind.

"Do you want something majesty?" You ask with devotion, but a feigned innocence. "You need to tell me what you want."

"I... I" She lets out a moan followed by a deep sigh against your ear, her legs trembling with small involuntary spasms. "I need you..." The words come out in a whisper laden with desire and urgency.

"You need me...?" You ask cynically, your fingers working on leaving her in rags. "You're a slut aren't you? You want me to have you here in the middle of all these important people who never look at you the same way again." Your voice takes on an acidic tone, echoing the awakening of your dark side. Your inner monster manifests itself, taking over your body and inflaming your soul. The fangs you used to hide now emerge from your canines, pressing their sharp points against your lower lip.

You were never good. You fed on the desperation of others, finding pleasure in the agony you caused people. To see someone beg and suffer at your hands was ecstasy for you. And that's exactly what Wanda was doing, giving in and surrendering her noble body to you.

"Come on princess, beg for what you want." Your husky voice whispered against her ear, enveloping her in a cloud of burning desire. Every part of her being is imbued with the seduction and magic of a succubus. Your captivating voice, the enveloping aroma, the fatal appearance and your warm skin... Everything conspired to lead Wanda's mind into the valley of the temptation and manipulation of a succubus.

"Oh fuck, yes." She moans, her dress sticking to her hot, sweaty body. "Please, I need you, I need your fingers inside me." Her fragile, needy voice is like a sweet melody to your ears.

You withdraw your fingers from her clit, but soon push them into her warm, moist hole. Your index and little finger slide against her swollen folds, while you begin to slowly stretch her with your middle and ring fingers.

The lewd, wet sounds filled the room, drowning out the orchestral music that had long since been forgotten. Wanda's moans escaped her throat like howls, rubbing against her teeth and reaching directly into her ears like music.

Wanda's mind was no longer here, she was so drunk with pleasure that she didn't care about anything anymore. She didn't care if anyone saw, didn't care if her father or her mother saw her being consumed by you. She desperately needed you to make her cum, she needed to release this pressure on her stomach, she needed to break free from the bonds she had always been taught.

She longed for more than being a queen stuck with housework and caring for a handful of children while the prince explored the world outside. She longed to be the protagonist of her own adventures, to explore the horizons beyond the limits imposed by her royal title.

You had a deep conviction that inside Wanda's body dwelled a rebellious princess, just waiting for the right opportunity to reveal herself. A princess determined to rule the kingdom in a unique way, without bowing to the wills of princes or kings. You believed that all the inhabitants of the kingdom would one day bow down before the feet of your true queen, Wanda Maximoff.

And like a good soul devoted to your princess, you knelt before her and gave her what she so desired. With one of Wanda's legs resting on your shoulder, you plunged your fingers even deeper, taking advantage of the perfect angle. Your tongue caressed her clit with skill and speed. An intense moan escaped Wanda's lips, echoing through the palace, as her angelic voice mingled with ecstatic moans.

"Please, more... I'm so close!" pleads Wanda, gripping her hair tightly for support, as her legs are so sensitive that, without your hands holding her thighs, she would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Slowly, raising your face to observe her closely, a sensation overwhelms you. Your chest palpitates uncontrollably at the heavenly vision in front of you.

Her slender, delicate neck, stretched backwards, was bathed in the bright, golden light from the large chandelier in the middle of the hall. Her defined jaw, which displayed an elegant and striking bone structure, and her subtly visible laryngeal prominence trembled slightly with each moan that escaped her lips. Her hardened nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress, while her breathing was ragged. Her cheeks flushed and the golden makeup smeared, dripped over her reddened skin, the result of the intense heat that took over her face.

A primal feeling comes over you as you notice the pulsing veins on her neck, and the smell of her excitement fills your senses. You brought your face closer, pressing your nose against the warm skin of Wanda's neck, feeling the rapid pulsation of the blood in her veins, you continued to stroke her with your fingers.

"Come to me, princess," you whispered, as you moved closer to her neck, feeling your mouth salivate and your sharp fangs take hold of your canines.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure as your fangs penetrated the delicate flesh of her neck. The sensation was the fuel needed for the orgasm to burn in her stomach and for her to release.

When your fangs penetrated deep into her skin, a stream of blood gushed into her mouth, flooding her with its metallic taste. Your lips closed around her neck, enveloping it with a pleasurable suction, greedily absorbing every drop of the precious noble blood you so craved.

Waves of pleasure coursed through Wanda's body, relieving all the tension built up in her stomach. When you withdrew your fangs from her flesh, Wanda, exhausted and trembling, rested her head on your shoulder, sighing with a satisfied smile.

"That was good, wasn't it?" you asked as you pushed Wanda's shoulders back, trying to look her in the eye. With your tongue, you wiped away the blood that was still present at the corners of your lips.

Wanda's eyes slowly opened, and she smiled as she looked at you. The sound of applause echoed through the palace, filling the room. Wanda's face blushed slightly, as if she remembered the situation they were in, but soon realized that the applause was directed at the orchestra, which had just finished another one of their beautiful songs.

Her eyebrows furrowed in surprise, Wanda's eyes narrowed as she looked around, searching for any sign of recognition. It seemed like no one had noticed what had just happened. Not even the other members of the royalty who were close to her seemed to have noticed. She turned her gaze back to you and found a victorious and proud smile on your face.

"Don't worry, princess, no one noticed you daydreaming," you wink at her, releasing her waist and stepping back, turning to leave. Taking advantage of the wave of applause and the attention focused ahead where the orchestra was, you suggest, "If I were you, I'd go to the bathroom to clean up this mess." Your words are thrown as you turn only your face to her before disappearing into the crowd in the hall.

Wanda shook her head, still processing what had happened. Her eyes widened as she felt a pulsation in her intimacy, and a viscous liquid began to trickle between her legs. As she put her fingers on a painful spot on her neck, she noticed a few wet drops on her skin. Lowering her finger, her gaze fixed on a small droplet of blood dripping from her index finger.

A strong wind blew through the windows, gently swaying the white curtains and caressing Wanda's flushed face. She turned her head and briefly caught sight of a reddish tail swiftly passing through the curtains, fading into the darkness of the cold night. A smile illuminated Wanda's face as she remembered the first time she felt your hair between her fingers, the second moment she saw you crossing the window when you consumed her for the second time, and the third true encounter in the garden. Now, on the fourth occasion, under the bright moonlight, Wanda felt that her heart belonged entirely to you.

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Can you do Bela with a s/o thats very romantic but like theyre not gonna be like "only the best for my girl" with a rose between their teeth and a cheesy grin on their face but instead theyll do the cheesiest shit while bela js looks up half expecting the s/o to be js mocking her atp but theyre just.. deathly serious

(Sorry for my weird wording but i dont know how to use english grammar and im new on here)

Sure thing! Hoping I’ve understood it right! :)

Let’s get into it!

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Bela hasn’t experienced true romance before

Sure, there have been relationships in the past. As much is to be expected from a vampire-like being

Yet, romance itself is a strange and foreign concept to her, that mainly reminds her of her youngest sister’s choice of books

Every time she thinks of Daniela’s stories of princes sweeping their princesses off their feet, she rolls her eyes and mentally face palms herself

There is simply no place for romance in her life, she figures

That is, until she is with you

At first Bela is unsure whether you’re mocking her, or perhaps pulling her leg

Oftentimes she wakes up to notes on her bedside table from you, adorned with hearts and wishing her a good day, other times it’s poems or small lines. At other times again she finds the note containing praise and appreciation for her

She keeps all those notes, yet can’t help but feel as though you’re pulling her leg. What’s the meaning of the notes?

Then, sometimes, she finds herself staring at you in shock upon discovering you’ve drawn her a bath after a long day, yet out of the blue

She appreciates it a lot, and yet always stares at you wide eyed and in surprise at the dim light and candles set up in the bathroom

She especially loves it as you massage her in the bath. It feels so good

She can’t help but wonder why, though

At one point she is worried you’re dying- or perhaps assume that she is. The idea is silly to you, which makes her blush as you tell her so

Her golden eyes stare at you in disbelief when one day you walk up to her, out of the blue, and press a bouquet of flowers in her gloved, bloody hands

She looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. Are you mocking her? No, yes, perhaps? She isn’t sure. Your behavior is so…odd. Yet it makes her chest flutter

Bela is left dumbfounded when you only peck her cheek lightly, stating that you had seen the roses at the Duke’s shop and thought their rich, red color reminded you of her

The day after she decides she must confront you. What are you doing?

…

Instead, the blonde finds herself blushing and tucked against your side as you read

She smiles whenever you turn the page and immediately remove one of your hands from the book to stroke her hair instead

It feels comforting and so lovely, Bela almost forgets her original plan

“Why are you doing all those things?”, she asks, perhaps a little too harsh judged by your wide eyes

She sighs. She didn’t mean for it to come out that way. Then, she tries again, calmer

“The flowers and notes and letters and baths and massages and breakfast in bed and taking me to the gardens- why?”

You stare at her, as if confused what she means

“What do you mean, why?”

Bela is caught off guard now. Wasn’t it obvious?

“Because I love you”, you add, then, as if sensing her dilemma

She frowns in confusion, and eyes you as you guide her back towards your chest, tucking her head just below yours

She hears your heartbeat, fast and loud. Excited, or perhaps nervous?

Her question is answered when you kiss the top of your head and explain your thoughts on romance to her. She listens, her fingers playing with a loose string of her sleeve

When you finish, you’re rewarded with a sweet, thankful kiss against your lips

Upon understanding, she feels foolish for believing you would mock and tease her

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village

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getyourdirtyhandsoffme · 5 months

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: MALE READER (FTM SAFE)

-> POC SAFE 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Non-idol Jeongin, random, non-existent village that I made 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: It was a tradition in your kingdom for a stranger to give flowers to a person they fell for. You always get flowers from strange men and woman but none of them caught your attention. None of them gave you a good reason why they liked you until one man changed your life. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): The reader has trust issues, he is very much hard to get but has his reasons, the reader mentions to have insecurities about their looks for a bit, mentions of looks, mentions of the word "Sexual" called "beautiful" once or twice. Called "attractive" a couple of times, mentions of food. Cursing. Mentions of bullying but not on the reader. Mentions Minho and Hyunjin once and the Lee family (Lee Felix). This is mad corny and I hate being corny and cheesy sometimes. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Sigh, I just need more male/gender neutral readers. I had the sudden urge to make a male reader.

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In the kingdom of Miroh, there was a known tradition that was used many years ago. It was like courting in a way—well, most definitely courting...

Tradition for a male, female, or whatever gender you identify as being to bring a beautiful flower from the Wysteria garden up North, pick the flower they think is a perfect match for their crush, and put it on their doorstep.

It may seem strange because why would a random stranger court another random stranger?

Well, it's love at first sight until you get rejected, then it's second or third, depending on how desperate the person is.

The courting lasts for one week; within those days, it is always the same flower and then a letter about themselves with the crush responding back, until finally, when Friday hits, they are supposed to not only have a flower on that crush's doorstep but even the secret admirer to confess their feelings. Using those exact words:

"My love for you is as fresh as these flowers. Please accept my love for you!"

Everyone knows those exact words and always uses them in hopes of getting accepted. One person thought it was dumb, which is [Male Reader].

Of course, you didn't think of that at first. When you turned 18, you were honestly excited to be courted. You would rather have the person court you, so you get to know the reasons why that person likes you.

You didn't find yourself to be quite charming like the other boys or girls, so you kind of didn't expect to get one until you opened the door to find a beautiful rose bouquet waiting for you.

You were so excited—you were even thrilled that someone out there liked you until you didn't.

Friday came along, and [Male Reader] got ready in hopes of seeing their future lover. When you opened the door, the man looked quite older than you; however, he was not bad-looking.

He extended his hand to you, almost shoving the flowers against your chest, then said those exact words to court someone when you finally met them face-to-face.

"My love for you is as fresh as these flowers. Please accept my love for you!"

The man's voice was soft, and you couldn't help but smile. Even though you were happy, you were curious about why he had chosen you. When you questioned him, the man stood there like a fool.

When he explains it to you, your smile slowly turns into a small frown. His explanation icked you, sending the flowers to his chest.

"You only like me because you find me attractive? Is that all? I'm just sexually appealing to you, is that all? What other reasons besides liking me? Those responses I made didn't attract your interest."

You shouted at him as he just looked at you in shock.

"What else is there to like?"

What else is there to like?

You are now 21.

Those are the exact words you hear every time someone tries to court you. They only liked you because you were attractive. They didn't even try to read the response you made, so you became less interested in the stories in their envelopes.

What's the point of reading it if they are not interested in your life story, only your looks?

You rejected every piece immediately, not even giving the poor secret admirer a chance.

Now that's a tradition for you.

Every time they give you their reason, it's always the word attractive, to the point where you feel uncomfortable hearing that word.

Just because of that, it became a challenge for others in the village to get you, and honestly, it annoyed you even more.

You told your friends, like Minho and Hyunjin, who both thought it was a good idea to just smack and run, and honestly, you don't feel like dealing with more drama, but they were still there to show their support and help you as much as they could.

Months have passed, and the dumb challenge has withered down a bit as they have grown tired of trying to court you.

They even add some sly remarks about you, which, honestly, you didn't give two shits about; however, you were honestly happy that people have given up on you, and you might have even given up on love as well.

Until you arrived at your house at night to see a bouquet of flowers in front of your doorstep.

You sighed, yet it intrigued you since no one has ever given you flowers around this time.

You looked around, but you saw no one but other houses with their lights turned off. You just assumed it was left there when you left to go hang out with your friends in the morning.

You grabbed the bouquet and tossed it to the side to show you were rejecting it without even looking at what type of flower it was. You assumed it was another bouquet of roses as you unlocked the front door and went inside to take a shower and sleep.

You assume this secret admirer was persistent.

Every night you hear a knock on your door, and you open to see a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. You always toss it to the side until Wednesday, when you finally just keep it inside, even taking the ones you toss.

You notice how each flower is different.

Monday: Pine

Tuesday: Heather, but it was lavender-colored.

Wednesday: Pink Rose

Thursday: Iris

Each has its own separate meaning; you learned about this since you volunteered for community service as a garden helper.

You even notice how this person only sends poems, not an introduction. It was short, yet you couldn't help but feel cheesy on the inside.

You even feel slightly happy that there was a change and not just the same pattern.

As expected, you waited by the door in hopes of encountering this secret admirer since, as per tradition, Friday is where you meet face-to-face but you didn't hear any knock.

The flowers that the secret admirer is slowly losing lose their shape and color, just like you are losing yours.

The only thing that has withered is the pine that was placed in the bowl with other decorations. You felt yourself losing touch with everyone around you.

Maybe you just weren't meant for love.

Or maybe

People weren't just meant to have you.

You don't even know.

It's silly to feel this way about a secret admirer. It never affected you like this before, so why does this dumb secret admirer affect you now?

You know why.

Their different.

The flowers are different, the poems are different, and even the time is different.

So you assumed that this person was different.

Just that, maybe you found the one for you.

But they still haven't shown up. Not a single flower, not a single poem, not a single thing. It hurts your heart; it really did, so you cried again.

How pathetic to cry over a secret admirer—a different one, to be exact.

You kept crying until a knock was heard in front of your door. You stop crying as you quickly get up, hoping it was the admirer, until you open the door to see just a random delivery woman smiling at you.

You tried to smile back, but the pain didn't let you.

"Here you, Mr. [last name]! I hope you have a good day!" You waved at her as you walked back inside, tossing the mail on the dining table.

You didn't even bother looking at it as you grabbed some water to cool you down.

You walk back to the dining table and look down to see the mail. It was just newspapers and marketing until one envelope caught your eye.

The handwriting.

You recognize that handwriting anywhere, the poet.

You quickly opened the envelope and read what was inside.

Dear, [First and Last name]

Hello, how are you?

First, I want to start with an apology. I didn't mean to ignore you for four days; things have happened on my end, and I have gone to the hospital because of that. But have no fear; I am alright. Just a fractured leg, but it will heal!

Second, in hopes of having a way to get you to forgive me, please visit me at the Wysteria garden you used to work at.

I know it sounds strange, but I really want to meet you face-to-face so please give me another chance to redeem myself for you.

If you don't wish to see me, that is fine. I respect your decision, but please consider this offer!

Love, Secret admirer

You couldn't believe what you were reading. First off, you quickly got worried when this person mentioned being in the hospital.

Second, did this person know you before?

You tried to think, but nothing came, but you did want to meet this person. You got up, quickly changed into your best outfit once again, and walked out to Wysteria Garden up north.

You felt almost scared, yet excited.

You feel yourself shaking as you continue walking through the gravel road, ignoring everyone around you as you just keep on thinking about the secret admirer.

As you reach your destination, You notice how the garden still looked the same when you were 18 years old.

The same design, the same flowers, and probably the same wooden swing set up the hill where the cherry tree was.

You look around, but you don't see anyone.

You look up at the hill; you don't really see anyone up there, but you didn't want to think that since it was quite high to see what's up there, so you walked up the hill.

As you climb, you see clearly that, in fact, the cherry tree with a swing set connected to it is exactly the same, just like you said.

You made it up, but you don't see anyone.

You frowned a bit as you walked up to the swing, sitting yourself down as you rocked back and forward on the swing, signing a bit until you heard footsteps coming behind you.

You quickly got off and turned around to see a man, almost young but probably not younger than you.

You even notice that one hand was behind his back while the other was placed in his chest.

His face was turning red as he shyly scratched his neck while looking at you. His face always looked like a fox, which you thought was quite cute.

You waited for him to say something, but it seems like he couldn't, so you step in.

"Um, hi? Are you the one who gave me the flowers and poems?" You questioned. The man slowly nodded as you watched him try to calm himself down.

"Hey, it's alright; I don't bite unless you are doing this just for this dumb challenge."

The man quickly shook his head while shouting "no" at you. He quickly shuts his mouth, then finally opens it again to speak.

"N-No! Of course not! I would never! This is real; my feelings for you are real! You want to sit down?" The man stutters but still finds a way to finish his sentence.

You just nodded as you sat down on the ground and watched the man carefully set himself down, biting his lips to ignore the pain from his leg.

"Are you alright?" He quickly just nods as he looks at you.

You looked at him back, even though it was very awkward. You didn't know what to say, so you just waited for him.

"Well, sorry, um. I should introduce myself since I didn't do those introduction papers. Um, my name is Yang Jeongin. I'm part of the Yang family; you might know me from my father being a priest or my mom being a baker with the Lee family."

You nodded as you said his name in your head.

"I'm 22 years old, so it should be a fine age for you to probably date me." He said it shyly as he pondered what else to say.

"I like to help people like mom and dad with stuff. I like to sing, um. My favorite color is green. Yeah, uh, sorry, this is my first time doing this tradition!" He quickly apologized and bit his lip again.

You smiled.

"It's okay; take your time."

He nodded until his eyes opened wide, almost like he forgot something. He quickly extends both of his hands to show you a flower—a red chrysanthemum flower, to be exact.

Love and passion

Then he says his words:

"My love for you..." He mumbles a bit, almost like he couldn't decide what to do or say.

He sighs as he sits up confidently and looks at you with a serious face as he extends his hands comfortably and gently this time.

My love for you...

"My love for you is not like the others. Yes, it's fresh, but it's new, and I want to be the right one for you! So please, if you like, accept my love, [male reader], and be the love of my life!"

He shouts as he shuts his eyes, waiting for the rejection to come; however, he didn't hear any.

He opens your eyes to see you in shock.

Those words, you repeated them in your head. It wasn't the same as that stupid, repeated sentence in those traditions.

It was new; it was different.

He is different.

But you didn't let that affect you for now, as you were curious. You always are; you wanted to know why this stranger, Yang Jeongin, liked you.

He could be different, but his reasons might be the same as others.

You didn't want that.

"Well then, Yang Jeongin, tell me, why do you like me?"

You assume he was going to hesitate and say something about you just being attractive, but none of that was said by him.

"Because you helped me. I know it's dumb, and you might not remember that back when we were 14 or 15, you were there when those bullies treated me. They disliked the way I looked; they feared me. Almost everyone did, but you didn't. You didn't fear me; you stuck up for me. I felt protected when I was with you, so when I saw you again at the bakery, my heart couldn't stop fluttering. I loved you when you first helped me. You protected me, and now I want to protect you from the people who hurt you. You are beautiful. A beautiful mind, a loving personality, even the confidence gave me a boost of life, so place, accept my love so I can cherish you each night and day."

You were stunned; you didn't even notice that you were crying.

Jeongin quickly reached out to you, but when he did, you quickly grabbed him and kissed him on the lips. He froze in shock until he gave in, kissing you back. He was almost dropping the chrysanthemum flower from his hand.

You pulled back as you noticed how red he had become.

"I'm quite sad that I managed to forget you. High school really took a toll on me, but I'm so grateful and happy. Thank you! Not only that, you don't even know much about me. We can change that." You smiled as you grabbed him by the arm as you both carefully walked down from the hill to the garden house for the both of you to talk and get to know each other.

You felt loved.

And honestly, you felt lucky to find someone like him.

Your flower boy.

I don't know if I should tag them (if they want to be tagged, honestly wasn't sure) or just reblog their post but I wanted to tag them since I'm not the one who made the dividers nor gifs! Thank you!

Dividers credits: @v6que and @florietas

Gif credits: @yang-innie

Again, thank you for reading!

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v3nusxsky · 3 months

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hiiiiii since today is my bday I was thinking if I could request lesso x female reader with loooots of comfort where lesso found out that today is r’s bday but she kept it a secret because she hated her birthdays and lesso felt sad for r so she surprised her 💛 thank u sm

A day to remember

*Authors note~ Drabble time i got this request around my birthday and birthdays are hard for me so I decided to wait until I had healed over my 21st before posting this which is based off my story*

Trigger warnings~ Vanishing Twin Syndrome (VTS) pregnancy loss and the aftereffects on the living twin, grief, that’s all I think?

Birthdays are meant to be joyful and memorable. The one day of the year that’s yours to feel special and loved. Any birthday parties you attended you’d seen parents beaming with pride, celebrating their child. Only on your birthday, your mother cried. In your younger years you didn’t realise that fact, too distracted by the colourful paper and what was inside. But as you grew you became more aware of your mothers tears.

On your tenth birthday you caught her crying in her room, not understanding why she wasn’t happy. You are the big ten now! Surely that’s a good thing? But that is when she told you that it wasn’t just your birthday, you have a twin. Honestly, you could’ve laughed it off if it wasn’t for the constant feeling of loneliness and the unusual attachment you have to your bear given to you at birth. From then on, birthdays became reminders, a day to grieve for you and your mother.

The bigger birthdays were always the hardest, turning twenty one alone, knowing the big celebration should be joint. Weeks of planning should’ve been spent over what cake you’d have, where you’d go, what you’d do, were spent alone wondering what you would do with the day. It shouldn’t be the way that it is and you knew that.

Leonora knew your story, but had fought hard to discover when your birthday was, she simply couldn’t let your 25th birthday slide by unnoticed. You were a quarter of a century old and that needed to be celebrated. Of course she knew you wouldn’t want a fuss, you’d wake up and cry in her arms missing your twin, then she’d manage to convince you to eat something small before you’d crawl back into bed under the mountains of blankets ready to sleep the day away. Well not this year.

On the dreaded day, the routine started as normal, she held you as you cried whispering words of love and reassurance that your twin would want you to celebrate not spend all day sad. This year she couldn’t coax you out of bed for breakfast so she brought breakfast to you, a single pink rose on the tray. On said rose, a little bit of paper tied with a piece of pink string stating, “happy 25th sis! Gods we are old now huh? Celebrate on earth for me, and I’ll celebrate in the sky, forever your twin.”

More tears flowing at the thoughtful gesture from your Leo had you agreeing to get out of bed at least, a small but vital step. After breakfast Leonora dragged you to the bathroom where she pampered her girl after making you promise not to tell a soul, after all she’s still the Dean of Evil. From there she surprised you with gifts, only small but intimate items, loved nonetheless by you which made it worth it. Around the evening the real plan would begin.

After your favourite meal and some more tears, you and Leonora walked hand in hand to the gardens. The stars shining on full display as you stood underneath there glow. “It’s beautiful Nora” you murmured, seemingly mesmerised by the brightest star in the sky. “I figured we’d stand here and wish your twin the best birthday also, I know how much you miss them and we’ll they certainly are the brightest star in the sky dove.”

Most people wouldn’t understand why you cling to the woman, sobbing in her arms at a simple walk under the stars, but you knew she did. “Shh darling, I know it’s okay. I know you miss them sweet girl. It’s okay, I’m here dove let it out” among other reassurances where murmured out in between kisses being dropped to the crown of your head. After some time, soothing classical music suddenly surrounds you causing you to pull back in confusion, “Nora?”

“My sweet little dove, I wanted to make today special for you and well I thought this would be the perfect place and time. Forgive me not being on one knee but here under the brightest star in the sky I wanted to ask you if you would be my wife” she rushed out, it was rare for Leonora to show her nerves but they were soon washed away when you jumped into her arms repeatedly saying yes. The ring slipped perfectly onto your left ring finger, and that’s when Leonora made a promise to never let you not celebrate both your birthdays, the walk under the stars becoming a tradition for you both.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso x you #lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #drabble #dean of evil drabble #dean of evil x reader #vanishing twin syndrome #vanishing twin

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My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars-Part 1

Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora Sabini Changretta)

Summary: Luca and Aurora Changretta come to the UK to avenge the murder of Luca's brother and father. However, as their volatile marriage unravels, events take an unexpected turn.

Author's Note: This has been on my mind since I created the moodboard ages ago. And it's been requested in several forms, the most recent being a lovely anon who wanted to see Tommy with an American mafia girl. OC Rose Solomons belongs to @raincoffeeandfandoms. Prequel has been posted as phone calls in two parts here and here. I would def recommend reading that before starting this fic! One more part coming soon!

Warnings: language, domestic violence, mention of blood, use of ethnic slur

☀️🌙✨MASTERLIST

Luca stood pointing at a map with his forefinger, tracing a path from the garden to the center of Arrow House, mumbling in a low voice to his men. Thunder rumbled overhead as Aurora made her way into the room, unnoticed by everyone, skirting the perimeter of the room as she listened carefully. When she’d heard enough she spoke up from the back of the room, voice even and measured to show she was in control as much as her husband. “Non sono d’accordo, Luca.”

Luca’s head shot up as he searched between the faces to find his wife, though he thought he’d caught a hint of her perfume moments earlier, taunting him as he attempted to strategize.

“It’s too risky to approach him at home again,” Aurora declared, stalking toward the desk with cigarette in hand. The smoke parted the men before her arrival at the table and she stamped out her cigarette a bit too forcefully before joining her husband where he stood. Although she hadn’t been invited to give her opinion, she’d been listening to every word, silently judging the ludicrous plan Luca was suggesting.

“Don’t you remember what the intelligence said about his family? They’re gypsies, fucking savages,” she emphasized. “And he’ll be expecting us this time so he'll have even more protection,” Aurora said with a dismissive shake of her head. Luca’s face and neck reddened at the scolding tone of her voice, his blood boiling instantly at the brazen way she dared to usurp his power.

The air grew thick with their silence and as Aurora’s eyes scanned the room, she noticed not one of the men looked in her direction. They shifted uncomfortably as Luca reached for a matchstick, placing it between gritted teeth.

A low growl emitted before his words, causing everyone to stand at attention once more. “And what would you have me do, tesoro?” he said the pet name without any hint of warmth, but Aurora did not back away. In fact, she stepped closer to her husband, standing just below his shoulder as she placed a hand to his forearm gently.

“I’m only asking that we consider a few more options,” she said diplomatically. Then she reasoned, “There must be another way to get to Tommy Shelby. His sister’s home in London or perhaps one of his factories. We’ll have to wait for him to come to us this time.”

Luca removed the match from his mouth as she spoke, lighting it and held it perilously close to her face as he taunted, “We smoke him out, principessa? Is that what you want?” he asked moving even closer, the flame in danger of catching her loose curls on fire.

Aurora didn’t blink as she watched the flame dance before her eyes. She could feel the heat close to her skin and her pulse quickened. “Basta cosi!,” she warned with raised eyebrow.

As lightning flashed outside the office window the spell was broken, Luca blew out the match with a dark chuckle. Turning to his men he concluded with a wave of his hand, “You heard my wife.” Then rolling up the map before him with haste he added, “We’ll pick this up tomorrow when everyone’s rested.” Everyone filed out, but Matteo and Enzo remained to ensure nothing else was needed for the evening. Aurora remained at the window as Luca instructed, “Seven o’ clock sharp, you understand?”

“Yes, boss,” Matteo and Enzo replied, trudging toward their rooms. It was only their second night in England and they had not yet acclimated to the time difference. They felt the exhaustion seeping into their bones, the relentless demands weighing on them heavily.

Before they could move more than a few steps down the corridor, they heard the shouting begin. As the sound of glass shattering broke the crescendo of voices, Matteo ran a hand down his face, a hint of irritation as he sighed heavily. “Do you have the number for the hospital?” he asked his associate.

Enzo nodded slowly. “And the morgue,” he added solemnly, eyes lingering on the doorknob. He didn’t want to listen to the distinct sounds of Luca’s blows striking the object of his ire or Aurora’s muffled cries, but he would have to stand watch until it was over to know how to proceed.

Luca tired easily tonight and Aurora limped from the suite thirty minutes later, hair disheveled to hide the bruise forming across her cheekbone. She fell once, picking herself up from the hard wooden floor with a sniffle and Matteo and Enzo turned from her as though they hadn’t seen her in ruin, a familiar routine of make believe.

“Let’s get some fucking sleep,” Matteo said when she disappeared into a separate room.

Enzo had just closed the door to his room and kicked off his shoes when the phone began to ring.

“Enzo, what’s going on? Luca hasn’t phoned,” Mr. Sabini grumbled.

“Luca’s been…working on strategy,” Enzo fumbled, thinking of the fight he’d just witnessed. He didn’t dare mention it to Aurora’s father though. Out of everyone who knew of their tumultuous marriage, Antonio Sabini was somehow unaware of his daughter’s plight.

As if on cue, Antonio asked, “How’s Aurora?”

Enzo gulped as he thought of a reply. “You know, she’s got her ideas,” he said truthfully.

“That’s my little girl!,” Antonio answered proudly. "She's got a sharp mind and she's good under pressure!" he boasted. "Mark my words, Enzo, this vendetta will end as quickly as it started now that Luca has my Aurora by his side. She won't lose any of our men either because she's much more delicate than he is with these affairs you see. Luca's always been too temperamental," he mused.

"Yeah," Enzo agreed quietly, hoping Mr. Sabini was right.

“Keep me informed. I want to know everything,” Antonio said sternly. “And keep Aurora out of danger if it comes to that.”

“Yes, sir,” Enzo reluctantly agreed, unsure how he was going to keep the promise.

“And Enzo, buy her blue hydrangeas tomorrow,” Antonio ordered. “They’re her favorite. I don’t want her feeling homesick,” he added softly, the fondness of a memory seeping into his voice and making it much quieter than before.

“Of course,” Enzo said, replacing the heavy receiver in the cradle and falling into bed, only to be awoken an hour later by the sounds of lovemaking in the room next door.

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At seven the next morning, Aurora entered Luca’s office, smiling to herself as she held a large bouquet in her arms. All the men in the room turned to drink in the sight of her glamour, a trait that lived on in her from her exceptionally beautiful mother. Enzo and Matteo exchanged knowing glances as they traced the lines of her face, noting how talented she’d become at hiding the swelling and bruises.

Although it sickened them to watch, she bent low to capture Luca’s mouth in a tender kiss, pulling away to breath a near silent “mi dispiace” against his lips. For reasons known only to her and Luca, they always fell back into each other’s arms. It was as predictable as the rising sun.

“I know you are, baby,” he replied, turning her out of his lap.

“Grazie, amore,” she said sweetly holding up the flowers and stroking his cheek adoringly.

Luca knitted his brow, a hint of confusion noticeable, before he glanced up at his wife with a smug grin. “Of course, sweetheart. If you’ll excuse us, there’s business this morning and I think you had your say last night.”

Aurora nodded obediently and went to put the flowers in water as though in a trance. As soon as the door had shut behind her, Luca’s expression changed to a deep grimace. “Which one of you assholes got flowers for my wife?” He leaned forward onto his elbows, awaiting an answer.

Soon Enzo spoke up with a slight tremble in his voice. “It was me, but it wasn’t because of last night, Luca.”

Luca narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck did you say to me?”

“Her father asked me to get ‘em,” Enzo clarified with a slight cough, suddenly remembering his lines in the play they were subconsciously rehearsing at any given moment.

“Figlio di puttana!” Luca said, smacking the desk with his palm. “He spoiled her and now look how she acts!” He shook his head with an indignant scoff, turning to look out the window. “Thank God she married a man like me to keep her in her place, right?”

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“We aren’t in Darby’s territory any more. Where are we going, Luca?,” Aurora asked as the car bumped along the narrow roads. Luca turned to look out the window as though he didn’t hear, second guessing his decision to bring his wife along to the negotiations with the mad baker of Camden Town. However, Aurora would not be ignored. She had played the dutiful wife for weeks so as not to insult his manhood further, but every attempt at moving closer to Tommy Shelby had failed, resulting in multiple casualties. To make matters worse, every man lost was a member of her own family, brought from New York to aid the Changrettas in their vendetta. The idea of losing more men sickened her and she began to consider the possibility that she would have to challenge her husband once more.

Then Luca spoke up, but he only offered a sliver of information. “We’re on our way to Camden Town, alright?” he said before settling back into his seat with a sigh.

Aurora was raised at her father’s elbow watching the deals he made and how he researched his enemies. However, there were things she’d learned on her own as a result of being the only woman in a room full of men. How you had to demure and make them think an idea had been their own. She’d learned the art of manipulation and weaponized it early on as a means of survival. Today called for such an approach.

“An alliance with the Jews? That’s clever,” she praised, hoping her guess was correct. Running a hand along his knee seductively, she waited for Luca to confirm her suspicions.

Luca turned to face his wife, a surprised look on his face. “And how do you know about Alfie Solomons?”

“He’s connected to the east Boston Jews. But, Darby knows him, of course. Says he’s unpredictable and violent,” Aurora added wearily.

She watched the muscles in Luca’s jaw tighten beneath the shadow of his fedora, knowing he didn’t like Aurora involving herself. Rubbing two fingers against his chin thoughtfully, he dismissed her concern. “I’ve spoken to your father and he approves. That’s all you need to know,” Luca said firmly.

“I wish you would tell me more about today,” she cajoled.

“No, amore. Not this time,” Luca said, clasping his large fingers over her gloved hand and giving her a squeeze that bordered on painful reprimand.

As the car jerked to a stop in front of a dilapidated building in Camden Town, she turned to her husband and took once last desperate chance as they exited the vehicle. “Luca, let me speak to Mr. Solomons. A woman’s touch to the negotiations might be just the thing to keep him from erupting,” she said innocently.

This infuriated Luca and he pulled her back, making her stumble on the rough cobblestones. “Like hell you will. This is my deal!” he spat.

“That concerns my family name and my blood!” Aurora retaliated, batting at his chest with her fists, unable to control herself further.

Luca’s eyes blazed with fury, striking her with full force and causing her to fall to the ground. Landing on rough stone, she sliced her arm as she hit, immaculate clothing ruined in the filthy street.

“Get the fuck up,” Luca commanded through clenched teeth.

Aurora winced involuntarily as she pushed her body forward, feeling the pain in her arm throb as soon as he placed weight onto her hand and blood trickle from her nose. “Vaffanculo!” she yelled, placing her fingertips to her chin and thrusting them toward him.

Luca leaned down and dragged her to her feet, fingers digging into her flesh as he swore, "You make any more trouble for me and I swear to God you'll die here, Aurora. No one will know the difference if I tell them the Shelbys did it," he hissed in her ear as a small woman with dark hair appeared before them.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked, looking the couple up and down, hands on her hips with more authority than someone her size ought to have.

Luca released his wife immediately, straightening her clothes as he painted on a charming smile. “She fell on the cobblestones,” he explained smoothly. “I’m here to see Alfie Solomons. Is he in?” he inquired as he stepped forward, seeming to forget his wife in distress.

“Depends on whose asking,” the woman replied, glancing at Aurora with concern.

Luca removed his hat as he introduced himself. “I’m Luca Changretta,” he said, extending a hand.

Thoroughly unimpressed by his charisma, the tiny woman tilted her head at him. “And who is she?”

Luca coughed to cover his embarrassment. “This is my wife, Aurora. She’ll be staying outside,” he said with a pointed look at his wife, who stood, cradling her arm.

“If you want to see my husband, I insist this woman come in as well. She requires medical attention,” Rose said sternly.

“If you insist,” Luca said, pursing his lips.

“I insist,” the woman said with a definitive nod. “I’m Rose Solomons, Alfie’s wife. Come in,” she said with a wave of her hand.

“Darling,” Luca said with a sneer, extending his arm toward Aurora.

Aurora pushed past him and followed Rose inside. Luca followed two steps behind, removing a match from his pocket and chewing it ferociously. He didn’t like being humiliated by the Solomons woman and made a mental note to make Alfie pay dearly for it.

As Luca was shown to Alfie’s office, Rose took Aurora to a separate part of the distillery. Her interest was peaked now that she’d witnessed something between husband and wife that felt unsavory. The Solomons’ liked to make it their business to know everything about their associates and this felt like something worth noting.

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Rose expected someone quite different from the woman she was meeting today. She’d heard Aurora Changretta was a tigress, someone who never gave an inch to her enemies. However, the woman who stood before her bloodied and broken was not in a position to argue. She might listen to the plea on Rose’s lips so she began in earnest.

As Rose handed over a flannel dipped in cool water, she admitted what she wanted. “I’ll be blunt, Mrs. Changretta. My Alfie has cancer. He’s riddled with it. The doctors say it’s probably from the gas during the war,” she explained with furrowed brow as though she didn’t understand or believe the words that came from her lips. However, Aurora knew them to be true. They were the admission of someone who loved deeply and had not yet come to terms with an imminent loss.

“I’m sorry,” Aurora responded. “But I don’t see how I can help,” she admitted.

Rose cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, rising to her full height. “You can get that man out there to go home. Leave us in peace for the days we have left,” she asserted.

Aurora bit her lip to keep a bitter laugh from escaping. Instead she just shook her head. Taking a deep breath she turned to Rose and spoke slowly to make the other woman realize her predicament. “You think I tell him the ways of the world? No, he doesn’t answer to me,” she admitted, dabbing at her wounds. “He has very little use for me these days,” Aurora admitted in a soft whisper.

"I thought your family ran New York?" Rose asked slightly confused.

"And now it's my husband so you see we're bound," Aurora replied with a look of resolve.

Rose took in the sight before her, bruises covered by layers of make up, bones badly healed over time. The limp when she walked inside and the arm she cradled gingerly now. This was a woman who knew suffering and yet there was tenacity in her hazel eyes that couldn't be denied. It was this strength Rose appealed to now.

“You’d die by his hand? Because that’s where you’re headed, love,” Rose warned, recalling her own difficult past. “Won’t you try?”

Aurora paused for a moment, a trickle of bloody water running down her elbow as she washed. This went against everything Aurora had ever been taught. You never spoke against your family, no matter what happened. Her parents ingrained that in her at an early age. However, her parents’ marriage had been one based on love and respect. No matter how many times they reconciled, she and Luca did not carry the same affection.

As she sat in the damp distillery, listening to the distant sound of machinery, she thought of her future with Luca and his intention to crush her beneath him became abundantly clear. He didn’t care for her as he once did. When the money and the resources were gone, he would dispose of her.

Finally Aurora mumbled one word into the darkness of the small room, keeping her voice low in case Luca was nearby. “How?”

Rose inhaled a sharp breath, chin rising suddenly with renewed hope to meet Aurora’s wide eyes, full of questions and doubt. She knew how hard it would be to ask this of kind of trust from a stranger, but if she could convince her to take the first step, the rest would fall into place.

“We get you to Tommy Shelby,” Rose said confidently.

Aurora shook her head violently. “No, please. He’ll kill me.”

“He won’t. He’s not Luca,” Rose promised, rushing the rest of her speech for fear Aurora might bolt in fear. “This vendetta was started by the Changrettas and your husband is using your family to fund his war. Now he’s asking my husband to help. It won’t stop unless we say so. We can stop him, Aurora. Will you join me?” Rose asked, reaching for Aurora’s bloodied hand.

Aurora’s lip trembled thinking of crossing Luca, but she had had enough. If there was one thing her father taught her it was to fight for her own interests and she knew she still had fight within her.

“Yes, I’ll help you,” Aurora agreed on a shaky breath, reaching for Rose.

“We’ll protect you, I promise,” Rose said, intertwining her fingers with Aurora’s stained fingertips. The blood that tainted her would soon be washed clean.

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It had taken another week and several clandestine phone calls before Aurora could steal away to meet Rose. She’d convinced Luca that she needed medicine for her cuts and he allowed her to leave the hotel though she knew she didn’t have long. Rose knew a man who could help them meet in neutral territory, but it would be brief as Luca sent someone to watch over Aurora whenever she left. With that in mind, Aurora stole away one afternoon wondering if this was all a mistake.

The bell above the door of the chemist rang out and Aurora took a deep breath, scanning the small shop for Rose. The tiny woman stood in the corner, observing a box as though she were another patron and when she spied Aurora she beckoned to her. Aurora felt her heart thundering in her chest as she followed Rose through a narrow doorway, descending a dark staircase. However, it was far too late to reconsider and she marched ahead with as much courage as she could muster.

Aurora soon found herself face to face with Tommy Shelby who paced the length of a small, dimly lit room. She knew him instantly from photographs and descriptions of his deep blue eyes like two pools that could drown you if you stared too long. The moment she entered, she was mesmerized by him.

“You killed my wife,” Tommy said, a stillness coming over his features when he caught sight of his enemy. Aurora sucked in a breath, recognizing the inherent danger facing her. Violent men all had the same deceiving comportment, a snake coiled and ready to strike.

“Tommy, please....” Rose interjected in a pleading tone, willing the meeting to continue. Rose glanced at Aurora and noticed a visible change in her demeanor, a hardening of her exterior as she refused to show any kind of weakness.

“Luca killed your wife. I only tried to kill you,” Aurora said defiantly, head held high.

A moment of silence passed as Tommy considered Aurora. Then she spoke again, "You misunderstand, Mr. Shelby. I'm trying to end this. It was never my fight," she said softly, feeling the weight of every life lost in service to her and the family.

“If this wasn’t your fight, why the fuck are you supplying your husband enough money and soldiers to overthrow the British empire, love?” Tommy countered.

“Loyalty. I hear that you’re like me when it comes to your family, Mr. Shelby. You would do anything to protect them. I didn’t agree with my husband, but I promised to protect him….”

“Do you honestly think he’d do the same for you?,” Tommy asked, blue eyes icing over to match the chill in his voice. He knew he was being cruel, but he had to test her in this moment to see if she would crumble.

“I have no illusions about our marriage,” Aurora confided on a low breath. She forced herself to make eye contact as she said, “That's why I'm here. Rose told me you might be willing to strike a bargain.”

Tommy scoffed, turning away from Aurora and she worried what she’d been told about his mercy was false.

“Fucking hell, Tommy. She’s here and she’s willing to talk. Isn’t that enough?” Rose asked.

Tommy turned with a look of warning, “Alright, give him up.”

“What?” Aurora asked.

“Give up your husband and we’ll call it even,” Tommy demanded.

Aurora swallowed harshly, considering the choices at her disposal. Stay and see more bloodshed or end it with one final betrayal. It took only a fraction of a second to see the choice she had to make.

“An ambush,” Aurora agreed quietly, fixing her gaze on Tommy. “But we have to make Luca think you aren’t expecting him. That he can take the shot.”

A smug look came over Tommy's handsome face. "You are as ruthless as they say, aren't you?" he commented. Then just as suddenly the amusement in his features disappeared and he turned stone faced once more. “How do I know I can trust you?” Tommy asked.

Aurora began to laugh bitterly.

“That’s fucking funny to you?” Tommy asked.

Aurora shook her head as a tear fell from her cheek, the enormity of her decision causing her to fall into a momentary fit of insanity. “He married me and he saw cashmere, cologne, red racing cars…All I wanted was love. It wasn't supposed to be like this,” she sniffed as she looked away from him, trying to catch her breath and regain composure. She pushed the pain away and felt her anger rise up in its place, “I just want out, you understand? I want out from under him," she confided, her whole body beginning to shake.

Rose approached her and covered her with her shawl. “It’s alright, Aurora. You’re going to be alright,” she promised, looking to Tommy.

“Artillery Square, two days time,” he said with a satisfactory nod.

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