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jimkirks-littlesister · 2 years

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Meu Amado

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Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin)/Fem!OC

“…she had become the center of his galaxy, gravitating to her with a catapulting force that he couldn’t control.”

Post Season 2, before TBOBF Episode 5

Warnings: angst, pining, angsty smut that will probably pull at you heartstrings. This is definitely 18+ NSFW. Read at your discretion.

A/N: This is my first ever Mando fic. Frankly, I don’t really know where I was going with this. I’ve been working this for a few weeks, did a tremendous amount of research, tweaked it so many times that I lost track, and finally brought it together.. I tried to be as canonically correct as possible, but there are some things that I used my imagination on. I decided to forgo the use of a name for my OC, and there are very few physical descriptions of her, but this is told in 3rd-person. I will have translations at the end as my OC did not learn Basic until later in life (we will pretend that Portuguese is out there somewhere in the Outer Rim). Like, comment and reblog. I would love to hear from you all.

Mando was only gone for a few days, the impending need for credits to keep the two of them fed and on the move looming over him. The Rodian he was hunting was hiding in a backwater planet that was too humid, too mucky, the dense vegetation of the exotic jungle he had trekked too suffocating. He didn’t count with said bounty being surrounded by a whole troop of other pirates that protected him. All he needed was for the guy to go quietly, but the creature spat on the viewplate of his helmet, cursing him and the woman he traveled with, promising that his people would track her and provide her with an irrevent and gruesome death. It was enough to make Mando see red, and within seconds, every single living thing around him was in a bloody heap on the soddened ground, the Darksaber in his hand vibrating in sync with his shaky breaths.

He did need the bounty for the credits, but his need for her was far greater than the breath he was struggling to inhale. Since Grogu’s departure, she had become the center of his galaxy, gravitating to her with a catapulting force that he couldn’t control.

At first, she was a caretaker for his foundling, ensuring the child had the attention he needed while Mando completed his bounty hunting. He watched from afar while she played with his ward, the wide eyes and gleeful smile on his little wrinkled face as she sang little songs and told him stories. How not only she cared for the boy but for him as well, leaving trays of food in the cockpit for him to eat or setting clean clothes in the refresher after his return to the ship, helping him clean his armor or weapons for his next bounty.

Many times she protected the child, keeping him out of harm’s way, and saving Mando’s life once or twice. He patiently taught her how to use a blade, then a blaster, hand-to-hand combat, how to pilot the ship.

She was detailed, precise, always eager to learn with that warm smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

He had committed her to his memory, his years of complete solitude shattering the day he brought her on board his ship, a fragile little sliver of a thing running from the grasp of the Imperial remnants.

It attracted him, all of it, every single little detail, and he drank it all in like he was in a delirium while desiccated in the deserts of Tatooine.

When Grogu joined the Jedi, she had the chance to leave, to be safe. The Jedi named Skywalker had invited her to become a padawan, that the ‘Force was strong’ with her, but she eloquently declined. She chose to stay with Mando, and it baffled him.

He gave her multiple chances to leave his company, but she always eluded the evident bantha in the room. She was a considerable target, desired by those that wanted to harm him because of his occupation, even more so given the powers she was born with. He didn’t question her though, at least not for a while, as they jumped from planet to planet.

In the course their solitude, she found herself opening up to him, talks of her small extinct village and her home planet that was destroyed, how hard it was to learn Basic when she sought refuge since her village did not teach the common language, how she escaped the grasp of the imperialists, her sensitivity to the force making her a target, her deep love of traveling among the stars. Mando would listen without interrupting her, absorbing all the information, some snippets of her life being known knowledge, others surprised him in a good way.

He took it all in, until he told her about him, a home planet he barely remembered anything about, how he lost his parents, the mandalorians that saved him, his training in the Fighting Corps. He told her of his creed, his beliefs, the fierce protection of family values and children, his love for a child that wasn’t his.

And in the darkness of the night when no one was looking, she’d curled into his side as they rested together in bed, his gloved hand carded softly in her hair while she pressed her forehead to his covered chest. He welcomed the comfort of a warm body after a strenuous hunt, he craved it. He craved her.

The empty words of the dead bounty bothered him, he knew it without a doubt, and as he rushed back to the city in the dead of night, his only thought was getting back to her.

Mando returned to the inn where they had holed up in for the time being, his armor stained with blue blood, his breath heavy, and when he burst through the door of his room, the T of his viewplate searched the space until he was eye-to-eye with end of a blaster.

She was seated at the small dinette in the corner of the room, his remaining weapons positioned around her, one hand flat on the surface while the other pointed a blaster at him, clearly in the middle of cleaning and polishing the armament. Her eyes were wide at his sudden entrance, her posture extremely rigid, but immediately relaxed when she took in his haggard appearance. She set the weapon down and wiped her hands with the rag she had off to the side, and, with seven quiet steps, she was in front of him.

“Criador, why is it that whenever we see each other, you are covered with the blood of another being?” she mused lightly, her accent thick as a smile softened on her features, and a feeling of calm fluttered through him like a blanket of warmth, her Force sensitivity kicking on in soft bursts. She tended not to use the Force in fear of being found, but she would let it blossom around him when he was near.

He remained quiet as he loomed over her, a good two heads taller. He would think that she would be intimidated with how large he looked compared to her small stature, but she never backed away. Quite the complete opposite, and maker, he relished in that feeling.

The removal of his armor was a ritual she had begun to perform after every hunt he returned from, focusing her efforts completely on the Mandalorian since she no longer had to care for the little green child. On a typical day, they exchanged the usual niceties of knowing if there were any injuries, how he needed a long hot shower in the refresher, and where they were headed for the next bounty.

But he didn’t say a word, and she could tell that his mind was elsewhere as she unclipped his utility belt, carefully setting the spear against the wall, the Darksaber and his blaster on the table, followed by the vibroblade hidden in one of his shin guards, carefully pulling the jet pack, his vambraces and the other various pieces of his beskar armor sans the helmet.

She noticed the way his shoulders leveled when she removed the pauldrons, the last of the beskar she was allowed to touch, leaving him only in his flight suit. Her hands caressed the muscles of his covered arms, the touch warm and light, something she found herself doing more often. His chest was still heaving with fast breaths, his helmet following her every move like a predator hunting its prey.

“What has happened, Mando?” she asked him, breaking the tense silence, her voice feeble under his profound gaze.

He whispered her name, the sound coming through the modulator like a little crackle of a noise, and it caught her attention quite fast when his gloved hands swiftly grabbed her elbows, the worn leather tips of the fingers feeling rough on her skin. He startled her, pressing her firmly against his body, molding perfectly to him, and it made her light-headed. All she could do was hold on to the arms she just touched a few moments before. His next words were a contrast to his abrupt actions. “You should’ve gone with the kid. They’re your people too.”

There was a desperate feel to the way he clung to her, one hand flat on her lower back while the other skimmed over her collarbone, up her neck, ending on her cheek, his thumb grazing her lower lip. She couldn’t see his face, but she could sense the unfamiliar stress in his words. It didn’t help the uneasiness that crawled up her spine, her hands venturing to pause over his chest.

She pursed her lips lightly and shook her head against his hand. “No. I made my decision a while ago.”

A heavy sigh blew through his modulator, heavy enough to seep under his helmet and caress her hands. “You could’ve trained to become a Jedi. You would’ve been with the kid.” He was silent for a moment, his head leaning back as if disheartened and she imagined his face, eyes painfully closed. “I have nothing to offer you.”

She exhaled a breath she hadn’t realize she was holding in, her hands grasping his shoulders to ground her, and sensing her desperate attempt, he held her firmly. “Pelas estrelas Mando, you have everything to offer me and more. I would have never seen you again. I could not live with that. Grogu is safe and where he needs to be. I have faith that we will see him again, but I refuse to leave you.” She brought a hand up, the tips of her fingers ghosting the part of his helmet where she thought his lips would be. “I cannot leave you. I will not do it.”

Her hands found purchase on the skin below his cowl, expertly unclipped the fastenings of his cape, and her fingers curving to the back of his neck where she fiddled with the hair that was barely visible there. Stars, she craved his touch like a starved creature, but she wouldn’t push him further than this. He was just as starved as she was, the more they stood in each other’s presence, the more the touches became prominent.

“I don’t have a ship. I can’t promise we’ll have one any time soon,” Mando murmured as the gloved hand on her cheek skirted to the back of her neck, the leather intertwining with her loose hair.

“That is not important. We will find another one soon enough.”

“It won’t be safe.” He softly bumped his metal forehead against hers. “That cursed thing is not safe. There will be others out there looking for me. I can’t have you taking any unnecessary risks.”

She knew what he was referring to, the sword that burned black and made him the ruler of Mandalore. She knew that he hated it, that he didn’t want that responsibility, even more that it was a coveted item among those like him and others that sought the wielding power it prompted. Mando wanted nothing more than to rid himself of it, but the price of removing it from his person was deadly.

“You taught me well. I can take care of myself,” she responded with equal fervor. “Am I worth so little to you that you want me to leave?”

The way he froze to the spot, his body rigid as his silver helmet focused on her, and she could almost envision his eyes widening behind the beskar. Something in him clearly ticked, her question sending him in a downward spiral. He backed her slowly against the wall, his gloves yanked off with hastiness, and he reached over and flipped the light switch, bringing the room into total darkness. Even with the small window in the corner of the room, though covered with flimsy drapes, no natural light was coming in. She blinked at the sudden lack of illumination, adjusting her vision as best as she could, her other senses kicking in on high alert. Every movement around her was heightened, her skin bristling with goosebumps when she felt his bare hand grasp her wrist.

“You are worth more to me than any bounty I’m offered.” It was the first time he took his helmet off with her, the hiss of the mechanism the only sound aside from their heavy breathing, the beskar hitting the floor with a loud thud. “You are worth more than all the galaxies in this universe. You are worth more than the air I breathe. You are everything to me, ner cyare.”

This was new, hearing his smooth baritone, unmodulated, unfiltered, raw. My beloved. She knew that one from her short studies of the Mandalorian dialect. In a few simple words he told her all she needed to know, and it carried so much emotion, like there was a soaring need for him to prove his intentions as he took her hand in his and brought it to his face.

He was warm against her touch, her fingers outlining his jaw delicately, learning the coarseness of his patchy beard, the sharp aquiline shape of his nose, the thick eyebrows over his eyes, the softness of his mop of hair. Her journey ended at his lips, feeling the small mustache that adorned his upper lip, how soft the skin felt when he placed an open-mouthe kiss on her fingers, his tongue licking her flesh. She heard him groan in relief as she relaxed into his embrace, his hands finding refuge on her hips, the fabric of her tunic bunching under his tight fists.

“You have something beautiful within you,” she murmured. “It is hard for some to see, but it is there, and I see it in your tenacity, your passion, your beliefs.”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” There was a quiver in his voice, and he inhaled a deep, shaky breath, the air blowing between her fingers.

She tilted her head to the side, the words unfamiliar, her mind searching for the significance through the minute knowledge she had already gathered from her research. “What does that mean?”

“In it’s literal sense, it translates as ‘I will know you forever’.” His face crept forward, his nose grazing hers, and she felt the muscles of his jaw clench under the pads of her fingers. He hummed a sound of approval, and cleared his throat. “But it means ‘I love you’.”

Her breath was knocked out of her, blocking any further coherent thought, and she did the only thing that continuously repeated in her mind.

She closed the short distance, pressing her lips to his with a chaste kiss. She was wrong, though. She wanted more, so much more.

“I love you, meu amado. I have loved you for a long time now,” she whispered when she pulled back, her hands on his cheeks. She closed her eyes as the tears overflowed, her other senses in overdrive. “There is no one else worthy for me in the universe but you.”

His forehead rested on hers, noses grazing softly. He surged foreword, sealing his lips on hers, a slight urgency to his advances, his arm around her tightening as he plastered her between him and the wall, his other hand roaming through her hair. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, and she moaned softly into him, acquiescing to his request.

“I can’t deny this any longer,” he groaned against her lips, and a hand delved lower, cupping her ass, pressing her even closer to him. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

She gasped as she felt a very large bulge pressing against her lower belly, her senses skyrocketing into lightspeed. Mando pulled back, his arms still around her, a light growl emitting from his throat. His hands and mouth were everywhere. Touching, kneading, caressing. She couldn’t keep up with his eager advances.

What started out as something so innocent turned into a passionate frenzy, clothes thrown in various parts of the space, a few pieces of furniture either broken or thrown aside, the room smelling of sex and sweat. The trail of mayhem ended at the foot of the small bed, where they had ventured to in a whirl of their lust-filled fog.

A throaty moan escaped her lips as she mumbled incoherencies, her hands delving in the sweaty tendrils of hair connected to his scalp, a grunt escaping his own lips when she pulled. She was on his lap, grinding her pelvis against his as he filled her to the hilt. She was so full of him, so warm, so complete. He guided her, his hands on her hips, the amount of emotion from him fierce and raw, and she ached for him, ached for his touch. He maneuvered his mouth to her breasts, his lips not breaking contact with her skin, and took one breast in his mouth, sucking and curling his tongue on her nipple and repeated the same assault with her other breast.

“Por favor, não pare.” Her words were foreign, but the way she spoke was a melody that chorused through him. Their ministrations turning sloppy, his hips grinding up into her in a frenzy as he angled his legs for better movement. A slow burning heat forming, creating a despairing need in her, wanting to reach the end result of this fast-moving uphill battle. “I think I… Oh, não pare, não pare.”

“Does that feel good, mesh’la?” He angled his mouth into the hollow of her collarbone as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, her hips matching his with a heated slap of skin. His thumb found her sensitive nerve and pressed down in a circular motion. “One more for me, pretty girl.”

The action coaxed her into throwing her head back with a strangled cry, barreling into yet another star-splitting orgasm. She lost count after her third one when she opened her eyes to the pitch darkness, calling out to him as her walls tightened around his length. His arms around her, he flipped her on her back still sheathed in her. His arms under her knees, she gasped as he thrusted wildly into her warmth, sending him over the edge of his own release.

They laid together in the blackness of the small room after the long hours of their coupling, legs tangled, arms strewn around one another, light graze of her fingers tracing the beads of sweat on his chest, noses lightly touching with how close his face was to hers.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” she whispered in a foggy haze of sleep, rubbing her face against his bicep. “Did I say it right, meu amado?”

Mando grumbled a velvety noise of confirmation that vibrated against her entire body, his lips lingering on the skin on her forehead as he sifted his nose in her hair. In her tiredness, she was using her native tongue more often, he remembered from her stories about her home planet, and though he didn’t understand what she was saying, he knew that it was a term she was using in complete fondness. “Yes you did, mesh’la.”

“It sounds beautiful in mando’a.” She sighed with tired elation when he placed a light kiss on her lips, the small hairs of his mustache that she discovered earlier tickling her nose. “What happened out there?”

“I was ambushed. Had to kill the bounty.” He paused for a moment, as if debating his next words. “He threatened you, and I needed to make an example out of all of them.”

She didn’t flinch at his words, a hum echoing from her as a sign of acknowledgment. “You cannot kill every other bounty because I was threatened, though I value the…” She paused, fumbling with her words. “Que palavra é essa… oh, gesture.”

His soft but calloused hand ventured a trail up and down her side, eliciting nimble tremors down her spine, and he enjoyed her shaky sighs against his skin, the heady breath splaying on the dust of hair on his chest.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice was soft but dubious. Her head tucked into the crook of his shoulder, his arm serving as a warm pillow, his other hand twirling loose strands of her hair as he delved his fingers to massage her scalp.

“Of course I am sure.” She trailed her hand over the expanse of his chest and arms, tracing every scar and blaster burn he had earned over the years of his bounty hunting, committing each little detail to memory. “I am your companion as you are mine.”

“Companion?”

She let out a drowsy giggle. “There is no one in the galaxy with whom I would want to be with if it is not you, Mando. Wherever you go, I will follow.”

His chest tightened, an unbelievable burn surging through him like a tidal wave. In his heart he knew that he was completely and irrevocably hers, in mind, body, and soul, which brought him to his next declaration. “That’s not my name.”

She let out a feathery laugh and shifted her gaze to where his face would be. “We have been traveling together for a long time. I have always called you Mando.”

His lips found her forehead, pressing them to her skin, inhaling deeply, his voice low and meaningful. “That’s not my given name, cyar'ika.”

Realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, her drowsiness forgotten. “Abençoe as estrelas, that is something you do not have to share with me.”

He circled a hand behind her neck, pulling her closer to him, and touched his forehead with hers in a soft bump. “You deserve to know my name.”

“Your name is sacred, and I do not want you to break your creed.”

“I want to give you something sacred of mine, but I cannot give it unless you ask me.” His lips moved to press on her brow, the tip of her nose, and trailed to the corner of her mouth. “I trust you with my life. Ask me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Stars above, she was more in love with him now than she ever was. A smile formed her lips. “What is your name?”

She knew he was returning her smile with one of his own, his lips curving against her cheek, his entire body relaxing.

“Din Djarin.”

She repeated it a few times, testing the syllables carefully, and he keened when she sighed in bliss. “Combina com você. I like it.”

His worries diminished in that very moment, a fickle thought that was cast away and replaced by another that could bind him to her for the rest of their days. “I need to find the armorer.”

“The armorer?”

“Yes, she is the alor, the leader. The covert is no longer hidden in the sewers on Nevarro. I need to ask for her permission,” his response was quiet, but he was almost enlivened, his newfound excitement vibrating through him, enough to warrant her curiosity. She knew who he was referring to, meeting the female only once while running from the imps on Nevarro City.

“You know that I will help you find the covert.” She shifted to lift herself on her elbow, her face over his, “but what do you need her permission for?”

“You are my companion, so it’s logical that you become a part of my aliit and we perform a riduurok.” Din roved his hands to her back, caressing her skin with a tentative touch.

“I do not know those words but they sound really important.” Her free hand roamed up his neck to his face, her fingers and palm fitting to the curve of his cheek, her thumb fiddling with the hairs by the corner of his lips.

“Aliit is family, a clan.” He groaned when she pressed her weight down next to him, the warmth of her enveloping him like a blanket. “I want you in my clan.”

“And the other one? Como você disse isso…” she struggled with the word, drawing out the syllables carefully. “…riduurok?”

Din was hesitant, a sudden fear creeping over him.

“It’s an agreement, a ritual that’s performed among mandalorians,” he measured his words, counting the seconds to find the courage in him to continue. “A marriage bond.”

She stilled against him, her hands pausing on his chest.

“You must know how to surprise uma garota, Din Djarin.” Her breathing elevated as she sat up, her face positioned down to his form.

“The ritual doesn’t need to be performed in front of the covert, but it requires permission when a mandalorian is seeking to bond with someone that doesn’t follow the creed.” He thought that he completely blew it at the mention of what he had planned sketchily in his mind, but when he sat up next to her, she leaned her head on his shoulder, her hand searching for his and intertwining their fingers.

He blew a steady breath out and relaxed. “I need to find them.”

Din felt her thumb and forefinger on his chin, turning his head in her direction, her own chin on his shoulder. “You have not asked me properly.”

His desires were never something that was so close within arms length for him to even remotely compute that he could actually reach out and hold on to it. She was something so delicate and beautiful compared to his deadly demeanor, and she proved to not care of how deadly he truly was.

The thought alone that this woman agreed on her own terms to be his companion, to return his affections with such vigor, and to never shy away from the death and destruction that he trailed behind him, was enough to clear his doubts completely.

She was the one.

“Marry me.”

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Meu amado - My beloved

Criador - Maker

Pelas estrelas - By the stars

Por favor - please

não pare - don’t stop

Que palavra é essa - what is that word

Abençoe as estrelas - Bless the stars

Combina com você - It suits you

Como você disse isso - how did you say it

uma garota - a girl

#fanfic #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #din djarin x original character #meu amado #writing

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. – 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. - JTH.

In you, I have finally found all I never dared dream I could deserve or have - the kind of love that is rare. Being known in a way that touches the deepest parts of me. Accepted in a way that blows my mind. In you, the love have always desired to give now has a place to call home. I have been a skeptic, but you are my undeniable miracle. The questions don't matter anymore. We have finally found each other, and that is enough. It's you, there's not a single doubt. You always were and always will be for me. The person who moves me deep inside, the person look up to and love with all my heart. You are the man by whose side I want to spend my life, never want to be without you. Everything has changed since the day you walked into my life. You showed me what love means, you let me feel it. You give me so much happiness and confidence. For the rest of my life I will walk with you through the adventure of what is called our life. I won't let go of your hand, ever. I am yours, forever.

A moment, a second, an inexplicable millisecond. And there you were. Turned my world upside down and from the first moment I knew I was yours. And I don't mean my body, no. My soul, all my heart. It's all yours I can't explain it to this day, I can't find an explanation for it. All I know is that I'm yours all alone with every bit of what I am. And I fight, I suffer, I cry, I scream, I plead, I do anything. Just for you alone. Not because I have to, not because I need it. No. Because I want it, because I want you. Just the way you are. With everything that goes with it. I love you in your darkest, I love you when you shine bright. I love you in sickness and in health. I swore that to you. And I will keep that for the rest of our lives. I am with you, I will never give up on you. I will love you every day like it's my last. I will treat you like the king that you are. I'll be yours, yours alone. Forever and ever, until death do us part. And even beyond. I'll be your girl forever. Your woman. Your wife.

It's like I've known you all my life. As if we had always been connected without our paths having crossed. And now you're here - my heart and soul feels perfect. You enrich my life in a way that can never be put into words. You are my sun, my moon and all the stars in one. You are the darkness and the light. All I ever searched for was you - only you. You have everything of me and I will love you unconditionally forever. You are the love of my life, the only person in the whole world who manages to trigger thousands of feelings in me at once. You showed me what true love means. You showed me that you can do anything if you want it enough. And I will do everything to make you always feel safe in my arms. We are special - unique. No one can destroy what we have. Every single day I fall in love with you all over again. Every day I am so grateful to the universe that it brought us together. 'Cause I'm more than thankful for you. I fell in love with your soul, every little thing about you - how you think and how you feel. Your heart so unique that i would protect it forever. And even if you don't like making any promises, I'II still give you my promise to never hurt your heart and to love you forever - unto death and beyond. Because my soul will always find yours again - because we belong together. No matter what was and no matter what will come, I will experience it together with you. Will get through the darkest of times with you and hold your hand - i'l never let go. You are the man worth living for. The man why I don't want to sleep anymore because reality is so much nicer than any dream. The man I give my heart to and knows it's safe there. We give each other everything and so much more. With you I would go through hell, would protect you from the flames. I would do anything for you, put everything I am and will be in your protective hands. You are my future, the man I want to spend my life with and everyone lives by it. You keep stunning me, driving me insane every day - in a good way. And I don't want to spend a day without you. You're all i need, all i see. My head and my heart are full of you. And all these words will never be enough, never be perfect enough to really express how I feel.

#⸺ 𝑉𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑒́ 𝑜 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎.#∕𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓á𝒗𝒆𝒍 #⸺ 𝐽𝑂𝑉𝐴𝑁 ・love is an understatement. I love you more than love. even before you touched me I belonged to you.#𝐉𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧 — even before you touched me I belonged to you and forever I'll only be yours.#𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.#⸺ 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ❛ para sempre em meu coração para sempre amado. ❜

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