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Promised- Finale (Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader, Arranged Marriage AU series)

Series Summary: When Emperor Peter's behavior towards your family threatens the alliance between them and Russia, the only way to solve it from breaking is through an arranged marriage with his friend, the handsome but heartbroken Count Grigor Dymov. A man you barely know.

Previous Chapters: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven//Eight//Nine//Ten//Eleven

Chapter Summary: You and Grigor enjoy a long-denied honeymoon

Content Warnings: Some discussions of sex and cursing and mentions of pregnancy and babies- don't worry, Y/N isn't pregnant. But VERY fluffy!

Word Count: 1584

A/N: Thank you guys so much for supporting this series throughout! Now I thought was the best time to conclude it! When season 3 of The Great comes out and should I get inspired, there might be a season 2 of this fic like what @ladystrallan did with I Really Wish I Hated You (which, btw, highly recommend if you love The Great Fanfics). Who knows?! But I hope all of you loved reading it as much as I loved writing this series!

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You and Grigor were planning on returning to court. You both just wanted something denied to you when you were rushed to be married and when there was a coup- a honeymoon. Three whole months of a honeymoon.

The days were never more lovely- lovemaking at night, awakening when one felt like it, the most sumptuous meals, playing cards by the fireside, reading to each other, and you showing off the various songs you knew how to play. You were starting to teach Grigor chords and his clumsy practicing of scales with mutters of “fuck!” at a mistake could be heard. You still kept shooting practice, but you were relaxed, not caring if you missed the odd target.

It was quite warm for Russia the past two weeks. Flowers were deep in their bloom in the gardens, and it was green everywhere. The vineyards seemed to be a far brighter green than you expected. Perhaps springtime was arriving sooner than you expected or maybe it was a warm spot for a few days. You had to wear your lighter silks as opposed to the warm furs to keep one safe from your new home country’s notorious chill.

As you and your husband toured the grounds together that afternoon, there were fruits of light green and dark purple. You would both look at each other, pluck the small fruits, and try bites of them yourself, feeling the juicy sweetness burst on your tongues, as if only briefly. Grigor would wipe the juice off of his sleeve and give you a kiss and you would taste the grape in his breath as if combined with yours you made your own special wine. Grigor was in his favorite deep green. You had insisted he keep a few buttons down so you could see some of his chest hair. You insisted it was absolutely sexy of him when he wore shirts (especially white ones) with a few buttons undone and he took note. Yes, it was the wrong color today, but you didn’t care. Perhaps that could wait for later tonight when you would hop on him like a rabbit until you screamed each other’s names, not caring about disturbing the servants sleeping below. You were in a bright red dress with golden floral patterns all over it and you perfumed yourself with rose water.

You matched and complimented in your dress as had your souls on the inside- each perfect and making only the other look better when beside it.

You emerged from the kiss and wiped your hand on your skirt.

“Could you hold my hand, my dear?” you asked, presenting your hand out.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely,” he replied, eagerly taking yours.

It was warm and encompassing, the fingers intertwined within each other to feel the pulse of each other. As you both walked back home, the day was fading. The sky turned into a mix of orange and pink and the crispness of evening etched around you. Once you approached back to the manor, the housekeeper greeted you both and assured you that dinner would be ready in one or two hours. Olga, the little servant girl, handed you back your beloved dog and both of you cooed over her.

“Oh and Madame Dymova! Here! Messenger said it’s from Paris! And it’s for you and the master!” she added on, handing over a letter with a familiar wax seal.

Before you could comment on it, Sonya let out a bright bark for want of attention.

“Here Sonya- found this! Here- Good girl!” Grigor offered.

From his pocket, he pulled out a truffle and fed it to the eager and always hungry pup.

“Would you like some wine? There’s a new one they just made here and it’s fucking astounding,” he offered.

“Oh, yes! And ask the kitchen for a plate of bread and cheese and fruit, perhaps?” you asked.

“I don’t see why not!” he replied, giving you a peck on your forehead before going down to the kitchen.

You made your way to the back porch area outside on your white seats and white chairs. You found it had not grown so chilly that you would require heaps of blankets as you have in the past. Sonya lay happily on your lap panting away. Though grown, she still saw herself as a puppy who had to have every last of her needs attended to, or else her mistress would hear her barking and mischief. But you loved her more for it.

You pulled from your reticule an unopened letter from the dress of your pocket. It couldn’t be your family- you heard just yesterday that you were an aunt to a beautiful little niece. Both you and Grigor were already making plans to travel and visit your family and for you to be introduced and be acquainted with his own. So, who could it be? Was it Catherine about her baby or the new education laws? Orlo recommending a new philosophy book to you? Who? You saw the name on it and gasped.

“It’s George! George wrote to us!” you told Sonya, who only tilted her head.

You then ripped it open and smiled, your heart touched by the contents. From the corner, you saw Grigor come out to approach the table. He smiled, holding two glasses of wine, and giving one to you.

“Why thank you, darling!” you chirruped at him.

“No problem at all,” he answered.

A servant immediately arrived behind and held a platter of cheeses, slices of bread, and apples. His blue eyes went to the letter.

“What is that? Who is it?” he asked.

You smiled, handing him the papers.

“Why, it’s George!? Can’t you believe it? She’s in Paris of all places! Oh, that must be wonderful! And here…she said she met someone who she truly loves and who loves her! Oh, I’m so happy for her! We must write back and ask her more about this!” you squealed.

“Why- how good for her! I’m glad!” Grigor wished genuinely with a shrug and a relaxed smile.

Both of you held up your glasses of wine.

“Should we toast to her?” you asked.

Grigor shook his head.

“I have a better one. To what brought us together in the first place. Here, Y/N-to the alliance!”

“To the alliance!” you agreed, daintily clinking your glasses.

Both of you took a first sip.

“It won’t be too long before we return- so much will be different…” Grigor began.

“I’m just glad Marial is in prison…I’ve slept better at night since then…” you sighed.

He did frown briefly. He took a deep drink and set down his glass.

“Well…part of me is eager. Been worried sick over Peter.”

“But you always are, you silly shit!” you teased, setting your own glass down.

He smiled at the words. You thought there was never a more beautiful smile than that of Grigor Dymov when he was well and truly happy. Your heart would always burst with love for him at the sight.

His letters seem fine and happy though…he’s thrilled about the baby. Got a name picked out and everything!”

“What if we have a baby- will we be even ready for that?” you suggested.

So far, your courses were like clockwork and Grigor would spoil you with bedrest and vodka and embraces when the cramps tormented you. But that doesn’t mean the time would never come. In fact, with all the fucking you had been doing it was a pure miracle it hadn’t happened yet!

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be, Y/N…but what about life after the coup? Things will be so…so different. Peter’s not in charge as much. There’s a royal baby on the way. George is in France. Catherine’s changing all the laws to what she wants. Everything is upside down…” he muttered.

“But we can take it…” you assured him.

He clutched his hand onto yours in response and you used your other hand to rest it on his cheek. He relaxed into it, using a hand to touch yours.

“We can take anything as long as we’re together, darling,” he replied.

“Of course, we can, my dear husband…” you cooed.

"Oh, say that again!” he insisted.

You crawled on his lap, kissing his face- his freckles, his forehead, his cheekbones, his chin.

“Dear husband, dear husband, my Grigor, my darling…” you mumbled between the kisses.

“Fuck, you make me hard. Keep it up and I might have to have you on this table before dinner!” he confessed.

“Wait until after dinner!” you insisted with a joking slap on his arm.

“If Countess Dymova requests it, who am I to deny her that!” he gave in.

You giggled and paused. Both of you breathe deeply the warmth of each other and the closeness.

He kissed you with soft lips again, but there was a chasteness- a tenderness to how he cupped your cheek when it happened. You cuddled into his chest as the sun set and he placed an arm around you to draw circles on your back as the dog lay contentedly smiling on the floor with her pink tongue out.

You were happy. After such chaos you had been through- you were completely happy. Dinner was about to be served. You had a home in court and out. You had a precious pup. You had friends. And most of all, you had found a happy, faithful marriage. And a husband who you loved and who loved you.

And this time the wine did in fact not taste like shit.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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We don’t talk about Bruno ! || Bruno Madrigal ||Pt3

A/n: Annd here is the last part....man I had fun writing this. Some angst { since I’m following the plot of the movie, also I have some of my own things but this one is gonna have a lot of fluff.

A/n2: Also since I never thought that this was going to be popular, I am writing a Prequel type thing { Bruno and the reader during their childhood, him leaving, along with the reader raising Oscar alone up to Antonio’s gift ceremony.

along with me writing a Post story type thing where an outside catches wind of Oscar’s gift and wanting to bring some evil asshole back kidnaps the child.

Warnings: implied sexual contact.

Taggings: onlystarshere || magnificentnachokitten || jordynanderson9 || sheacrowley || smallishboo || oceanspray5 || staradorned || futuremrsgoode || etoura

If I missed anyone let me know

Past moments Italicized

Part 1 || Part 2

Oh no! Oh no no no. This was not good! How stupid could he be?! This is all his fault?! Why did he have to wake you up?!

“Bruno?”

“No…I am not Bruno….you are just sleeping.” All he had to do was to get out of here and forget this happening.

Letting go of his wrist you couldn’t believe he was still here. You thought he was gone, god it was getting harder for you to breath. You took a deep breath in, It felt like the walls were closing in on you, your world crashing down on you then soon you were crying.

Watching you, Bruno’s hands hesitating above the doorknob. Squeezing his eyes shut, while he was scared he knew that he couldn’t leave you like this. Stepping back, he crossed his fingers taking a deep breath as walked over to you. Kneeling down in front of you the man grasped your hand gently.

“I’m sorry…I…I understand if you hate me.” He knew a lot of people hated him but with you he could understand it.

A sob escaped your lips, shaking your head you quickly slipped off the bed wrapping your arms tightly around him. “I could never hate you Bruno. …never. I’m just so happy that you’re here.” You whispered into the man’s neck.

Tensing for a moment he slowly relaxed his body letting his arms wrap around you. His face burying in your neck. It felt so good being in your arms again, it felt so warm.

“I love you.”

Smiling you placed your hand on his cheek. “Can you stay the night?”

“I…”Bruno wasn’t sure how to answer that, he wanted to stay with you but he was worried someone else would see him, he wasn’t ready for that. But seeing you now, it was silly. He could never say no to you. “I’ll stay” Clutching the edge of his poncho he quickly locked the door. Taking a deep breath in he knocked on the wooden door panel.

Chuckling under your breath you walked over to your husband. Leaning in you placed a kiss to his cheek. “I missed that…is that salt.?”

“……yes.?”

“Hm I should start doing that.” Shaking your head you grasped his hand, weaving your fingers through his own. “I….I don’t want to pressure Bruno but I just want you to know that you’re welcome to come in here anytime you want…..this room isn’t only mine, it’s also yours.” Falling back on the bed you let Bruno rest his head on your chest. You would do anything to make sure he felt safe.

“I will always be here for you Bruno.”

Shifting his body, Bruno was now hovering over you. His green eyes boring into your own as cupped your cheeks. “I love you.” Leaning up you felt his lips on your own. It felt so good to kiss him again though you felt a shiver run up your spine when his hand slipped under your night shirt.

Tonight was going to be perfect.

Bruno did his best to stifle his laughter though it was getting harder and harder with each kiss you were giving him. Turning his head he felt you give his cheeks a kiss. While he may not be ready to see his family yet, he was happy he had the courage to see you. He just felt so happy, like he was finally whole again.

“Ah Mi Cielo...it tickles....p-please.”

Pulling back, you gave him a smile placing your hands on either side of his cheeks. “Just one more.” Leaning down you gave him a gentle kiss then rested your head back down on his chest.

Closing his eyes, Bruno let his fingers run down your bare skin. “I...have to go....I have to make things better....for Mirabel...for Oscar....I..I can’t sit around and do nothing.”

Sitting up you gave him a weak smile, letting your fingers slide across his cheek you nodded. “Of course. I’ll be here for you Bruno.”

Giving you one last kiss, Bruno slipped his clothes back on. He could already feel your warmth leaving his body but he knew this feeling wouldn’t last long. “I’ll be home...I promise.” Knocking on the wooden door frame three times the man slipped out of the room and back into the walls.

Mirabel was going to find Bruno today, she was going to save the magic and most importantly she was going to bring her Tío home.

After he talk with her sister and a long talk with her cousin she squeezed her eyes shut. “Please be right Oscar.” She knew the little mentioned where he’d bring the plate of food. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back the frame spotting the whole in the wall. “Okay, you can do this Mirabel.”

Doing her best to psych herself up she slipped into the hole though he never expected to chase after someone. “God, how are you so nimble.” She knew she should have thought about it better though she was grateful for the man saving her.

Grabbing the edge of her dress, Mirabel followed him close. “Wait! Wait.”

“Why did you take the vision?”

Bruno quickened his pace, the man was already regretting leaving your room. Looking around he quickly knocked on all the wooden panels. “ Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock on wood. “

“What does it mean?” Mirabel couldn’t understand, she was so confused. “ Is it why you came back or…Tío Bruno?”

Passing another wooden panel, Bruno let his knuckles wrap against it. “ Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock on wood.” Passing by a table he picked up some salt and sugar. “But…A little salt...Sugar. You were never supposed to see that vision. No one was.”

Stopping in her tracks Mirabel glanced at the wall seeing that the former cracks were already patched. “Wait. Have you been in here patching the cracks?”

Bruno’s eyes went wide as he quickly turned to face the young girl. “Oh, that? No, no, no. I’m too scared to go near those things. All the patching’s done by Hernando.”

“Who is Hernando?”

Tugging his hood over his head Bruno deepened his voice. “ I’m Hernando and I’m scared of nothing! “ Pushing the hood off his head, Bruno let out a nervous laugh. “ It’s actually me... I used to say my real Gift was ‘acting’.” Grabbing his the bucket and spackle knife, changing his voice. “ I’m Jorge. I make the spackle. “

Seeing Mirabel's confused expression, Bruno let his shoulders drop. “Y/n would have laughed.”

“ How long have you been back here? “ Though that is when it hit her. “You never left.”

“Well I left my tower, which was, you know, a lot of stairs and here, eh, kitchen adjacent and Ooh, ooh, plus, free entertainment.” Clicking his tongue he quickly moved to his rats placing little cut outs in front of their heads on each thing he asked her. “So, what do you like? You like sports?Game shows? Telenovelas?“

Sighing he shook his head. “Their love could never be.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, because she’s his aunt and she has amnesia so she can’t remember that she’s his aunt.It’s like a very forbidden kind of…“

Shaking her head, Mirabel turned to face him. “No. I don’t understand why you left, but didn’t leave.” Did you know? No you couldn’t have, this only made her feel worse.

“Oh, well, because, huh, the mountains around the Encanto are pretty tall.And, uh, like I said, free food and everything.“

“Oscar.”

Bruno gave his niece a weak smile. “Good kid...nothin like his dad.”

Mirabel knew that wasn’t true, she knew about the little comments the boy would make. “I..I know you see him at night...but you can’t let him think your dead...that’s not fair for either of you.”

“...I..I can’t...right now I can’t but back to your problem, my Gift wasn’t helping the family, but, uh, I love my family, you know? I just don’t know how to… I just don’t know how to… Well, anyway, I think you should go, because, um, I don’t really have a good reason, but, if I did, you’d be like, “I should go, because that’s a good reason.”

“Why was I in your vision?Tío Bruno?I just wanted to make the family proud of me.Just once.But if I should stop, if I’m hurting my family, just tell me.“ She didn’t want to be a screw up, she wanted to help, she needed to help.

“ I can’t tell you……because I don’t know.” Bruno started to get nervous again, it was like he was reliving that day again. “I had this vision the night that you didn’t get your Gift.Abuela worried about the magic.So, she begged me to look into the future.See what it meant.And I saw the magic in danger. Our house breaking.” He then turned to face his niece. “And then, and then, and then, I saw you.But the vision was different. It… it would change.And there was no one answer. No clear fate.Like your future was undecided.But I knew how it was gonna look.”

Turning away, he gripped his hair, he hated this, he hated telling her this. “ I knew what everyone would think because I’m Bruno and everyone always assumes the worst, so.”

“You left to protect Mirabel.”

You did your best to be graceful, hell you never meant to follow the girl but you wanted to make sure she would be okay but you didn’t factor in that you weren’t a child anymore since your head slammed against a wooden beam. “Mierda!”

“Tía.” “Y/n!”

“Owe” Rubbing your head you walked towards them. “We have to help her Bruno...I...I can’t sit by anymore.”

Walking past Mirabel, Bruno cupped your cheeks. “You...you shouldn’t be in here.” he didn’t want you to see this.

“Bruno.” You hated seeing this, you never thought that the man would be living like this. Taking a deep breath you pulled your his hands off your face you let your fingers weave through his. “Well I’m here now and...and while it know it’s hard but we have to help her.” Squeezing your eyes shut you were trying to think of a way to word it carefully. “Which is why you need to have another vision.”

“Oh. No, no. See, I don’t do visions anymore.” He tried to pull away, he wanted to run off though Mirabel slipped by your side.

“But you could.”

“But I won’t.”

“You can’t say the weight of the world is on your shoulders. The end.If our fate’s up to me, me says have another vision.Maybe it’ll show me what to do.“ Mirabel puffed out her chest.

“Look, even if I wanted to, which I don’t, you wrecked my vision cave. Which is a problem, ’cause I need a big open space.“

“You wrecked his room?” You turned to look at your niece, you were confused on that whole situation but you knew that you couldn’t worry about that now.

“It’s a long story...but we’ll find one.”

“You can use my room!” All three of you turned to see your son standing behind you. His hand’s clutching the stuffed animal that Mirabel made him. “Abuelo told me everything.” The child seemed all to pleased with himself, he was always smart for a seven year old, even when the boy had help from the spirits he was still to smart.

“Our family needs help, and you need to get outta here.”Mirabel turned to Bruno giving him a smile.

Walking over to his son, Bruno lifted him so he was carrying the child in his arms. “I’m not going to get out of this am I?”

“No” “No” “Nope!”

“Of course.”

It didn’t take long to get to Oscars room, Bruno was always blown away by how it looked. The beautiful colors, trees, small little huts, while the man felt like he was being watched it didn’t feel threating...he felt safe? Just being here reminded him of Día de los Muertos. Shaking his head he cleared out his throat placing his son down. The little boy rushing off to greet someone he couldn’t see.

Mirabel glanced around her cousin’s room, out of all the rooms she’s been in she always felt safe here. “Um...We might wanna hurry.”

Bruno scoffed waving her off seeming to find a good enough spot. “You can’t hurry the future.” Scratching his cheek he then turned to face the young girl. “What if I show you something worse...If I see something that you don’t like, you’re gonna be all, ‘Bruno makes bad things happen. Oh, he’s creepy and his vision killed my goldfish.”

Stepping closer, you grabbed his hands shaking your head. “Bruno, we don’t think you cause bad things to happen and if people truly believe that then they don’t deserve you.”

Nodding her head, Mirabel stepped closer giving her uncle a smile. “You can do this tío”

Smiling at you you placed a kiss to his cheek. “For the nerves.”

Taking a deep breath he stepped away from you both grabbing some sand. “ I can do this. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.”

You watched as Bruno make a circle around the three of you, you watched as he lit the four piles on fire and you could feel the wind picking up. Mirabel looked around, she never though it would look like this. Feeling a hand in her own she looked up at you surprised to see you standing right beside her yet your gaze was locked onto Bruno’s. Pulling away, you turned to your niece nudging her towards Bruno’s who’s hands were reaching out for her to take.

His eyes were glowing that familiar green you were so used to seeing, then the sand started to pick up around you three. Closing your eyes, you could hear the voices around you though the moment you opened your eyes you saw the vision starting to form. It was the same thing all those years ago, but something had to change, he had to keep it going.

“It’s just the same thing. I gotta stop! “

“Bruno! you can’t...you have to keep going. Their has to bee something that we missed. Something we’re not seeing.”

“There! Over there!” Mirabel let out a short laugh, their was still hope.

“Butterfly! Follow the butterfly!”

You were doing your best to keep up, everything looked out of order. You could see the candle getting brighter, that Mirabel had to embrace someone though once you saw it was Isabela the vision shattered. “Mirabel, I know...you both have your....er differences but she’s still your sister.”

“But it’s Isabela.!”

Glancing at Bruno, you took a deep breath grasping her hand gently. “You are the one that will bring this family back together. I believe in you.”

Turing away, Mirabel frowned. “It’s not gonna work.She won’t hug me ever, okay? She hates me!”

Swallowing thickly Bruno stepped next to you, his hand was shaking though reaching out he grasped your hand gently.“You see, you’re missing the point. The fate of the family, it’s not up to her. It’s up to you. You’re exactly what this family needs. You just have to see it.”

Closing her eyes, Mirabel nodded her head. She could do this, she had to do this. “Okay..I got this...I’ll. I’ll leave you two alone and Tio, After I save the miracle, I’m bringing you home.”

“God what a day.”Bruno rested his head on your shoulder, the man wanted nothing more than to sleep for the next seven years.

“Your a good man Bruno.”

“I.”

“papá“

Turning to face his son, Bruno barley had a chance to react when his son launched himself into his arms. “Ah...I’m sorry Oscar.”

Shaking his head, Oscar buried his face into his fathers chest. “It’s okay papá....I know you love me and mamá...you’re going to stay now right?”

“I...”swallowing thickly, Bruno smiled as he placed a kiss to his son’s head. “Yea, I’m going to stay.”

“Do you feel that?” Though the moment the words left your lips it seemed like everything started to crumble. You watched as the bright colors started to flicker then quickly turn gray. The buildings started to crumble, panicking you grasped Bruno’s poncho tugging him up. “We have to go...we have to go now!”

“Huh?” Standing up, Bruno still holding onto Oscar once he looked at what was happening. “The candle...okay...yes lets go now.”

Running, you pushed yourself to move faster. It felt like the bridge was growing though you felt a sharp pain as you tumble to the ground. You you felt something pull you up, expecting to see Bruno you looked up to see a familiar man staring at you. “Pedro?” He was giving you a sad smile though soon you felt Bruno’s arms wrap around your waist.

“We gotta go y/n!”

Staring over your shoulder, you gave one last look to your step-mothers husband as his spirit vanished in a cloud of smoke just as you and Bruno leapt from the room and soon you both were jumping out the window with your husband cradling his son against his chest.

“Abuelo saved mamás life!” Slipping out of his fathers arms the little boy looked around. Stepping away from a broken building you and Bruno watched as your child speak to what you assume was another spirit. “bisabuelo said that Mirabel ran off...he said that instead of standing around you should go after him.” Nodding his head Oscar grabbed his parents hands. “I know where she is...let’s go!”

“ She didn’t do this!“

Pulling the reins, you flinched as Bruno nearly slipped off the horse. The man’s foot getting caught in the stirrup. “She didn’t do this! I gave her a vision! It was me!I was, like, “Go!” And she was, like…She only wanted to help. I don’t care what you think of me, but if you’re too stubborn to… ”

Watching Bruno, you got off the horse too. Keeping your son by your side, you weren’t sure you can look at the woman. You haven’t spoken to her since the fight you shared in the dinning room. Though you were surprised when the older woman pulled you in for a tight hug. You could feel her tears against your skin, her voice may have been a whisper though what she said made you break down in her arms.

“I am so sorry Y/n...I not only lost a son that day but I also lost a daughter. I should have never pushed you away. Can you ever forgive a foolish old woman?”

Letting a few tears slide down your cheeks you quickly brushed them away. “Of course.”

Turning to Oscar, Alma held out her arms. The little boy rushing into her arms, he did his best to hold onto her. “You don’t have to cry, Abuelo told me how much you love me, Mama and Papa....” He looked up at his grandmother, his small hands placing them on her cheeks. “He wants you know that he still watches over you at night.”

Hugging the child close, Alma pressed a kiss to his head. She would do a better job at protecting him. She would make sure the towns people respected this child like she should have done in the past. “Mi dulce niño.” Turning to face her son she tugged the man in for a hug.

“Brunito.”

“I feel like I missed something important.”

Sighing you rolled your eyes whistling for your own horse, it didn’t take long for the mare to come running to your side. Bruno seeming to have a dream like smile on his face watching you.

“I love my life.”

“Come on Bruno.”

Getting on the horse you tugged the man up on the saddle, his arms quickly wrapping his around your waist. “What… What’s happening? Where are we going?”

“Ah you’ll see.” Glancing at Mirabel you gave the girl a smile, Oscar sitting Infront of his cousin. “Ready?”

“Oh yea”

Nudging the horse, you were all off back to your home, this was going to be an interesting reunion.

It was nice seeing Bruno finally reunite his sisters though you couldn’t help but tear up seeing the family approach Oscar, all of them interacting with the boy. It finally felt like you were a family again. You could hear your son’s laughter as Luisa tossed the little boy in the air to catch him, you honestly wished you could capture that moment. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned to see it was Bruno.

The man nervously playing with with his fingers though he suddenly cleared out his throat as he held out his hand, music playing in the distance. “Dance with me?”

“I’d love too.”

Grabbing the man’s hand he pulled you close to his chest, giving you a twirl as you and Bruno danced with the others.

You were finally a family again, and nothing can take this away.

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dramioneasks · 3 years

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Looking for two. The first is called I’m marrying the sexiest one where H’s mean cousins think she’s marrying Goyle or Crabbe and if they’re wrong they have to ask out the oldest hottest men at the wedding. The second is H and Ron’s wedding. D crashes and it turns out everyone (when Ron) meddled for him to come to talk to her to clear up the misunderstanding of their breakup. She thought he was cheating but he was giving cpr to astoria who was having an asthma attack

That first one is still up, and hasn’t been removed or deleted:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7247229/1/I-m-Marrying-the-Sexiest-One

And does anyone know the second?

Also next time, please use separate asks for each question.

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DODO595 SAID: ISN’T THE SECOND ONE, A MALFOY CONSPIRACY BY: DRAGONCASTLE?

#wedding crashing #staradorned #weddings #side pairing: hermione x ron

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findinyourkin · 3 years

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Hi! I'm a noncanon Capulet named Alessandra from a mixture of Romeo and Juliet and the anime. Looking for Romeo who I married. I was Juliet's older cousin. If anyone (even people who aren't Romeo) remembers this, please message me!

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#canon calls #romeo and juliet kin #non canon kin #raj kin #staradorned

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canon-calls · 3 years

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Hi! I'm a noncanon Capulet named Alessandra from a mixture of Romeo and Juliet and the anime. Looking for Romeo who I married. I was Juliet's older cousin. Romeo was a bit different from both sources and was more mature. If anyone (even people who aren't Romeo) remembers this, please message me!

!!!

#canon calls #romeo and juilet kin #alessandra kin #staradorned

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obscurekinoutpost · 3 years

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Satoru Fujinuma from Erased. Looking for everyone but Yashiro. I really miss my friends and mom.

#satoru fujinuma kin #staradorned #kin call #mod randall

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dear-indies · 4 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you had suggestions for an alternative for Ronen Rubinstein with a good amount of resources? He’s a 26 year old baker with five year old twins. Really jaded by the world.

Ronen is Ashkenazi Jewish so here are some suggestions:

Logan Lerman (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish.

Ansel Elgort (1994) Ashkenazi Jewish / Norwegian, as well as English, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, and German.

Other suggestions that can pull off “really jaded by the world” vibes!

Alexander Calvert (1990)

Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai, English, Scottish, Danish, Manx.

Alex Roe (1990)

Diego Boneta (1990) Mexican-Puerto Rican-Spanish, as well as distant/small amounts of Swiss-French and German.

Michael Vlamis (1990) 37.5% Lebanese 25% Greek 25% Serbian 12.5% English.

Berk Atan (1991) Turkish.

Oliver Stark (1991)

Richard Harmon (1991) Mi’kmaq / Unspecified White.

Jaime Lorente (1991)

Darren Barnet (1991) Japanese, Swedish / Cherokee, German.

Ozan Dolunay (1991) Turkish.

Shamier Anderson (1991) Afro-Jamaican.

Sean Teale (1992) Venezuelan, Spanish, Welsh.

Alperen Duymaz (1992) Turkish.

Jannis Niewöhner (1992)

Jake Choi (1992) Korean - sexually fluid.

Charlie Heaton (1994)

-C

#fc help #rph #rpc #staradorned #so many people i wanted to suggest didnt have resources!

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mylutteoheart · 5 years

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Do you know where I might be able to watch full episodes of Violetta and Soy Luna with English subtitles with their original audio?

I’m not sure about Violetta since there’s an English dub so I don’t think there are sites that provide episodes with English subtitles.

I do know where you can watch Soy Luna with English subtitles.

On this link, you can find season 1 episodes with English subtitles: https://soylunaeng.wordpress.com/season-1/

In this link, you can find season 2 episodes with English subtitles: https://soylunaenglishsubs.blogspot.com

I do have to give you a fair warning that not the entire season is on both sites, the people are releasing them at the moment. So you’ll have to be patient. But they will all be available eventually.

I hope this helps you with your question.

#soy luna #violetta #staradorned #ask #answered

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forbidden-sunlight · 2 years

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It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic!

(THE DARK HISTORY OF THE REINCARNATED VILLAINESS)

Poly!Yanderes x Iana Magnolia! Reader

PART ONE: THE DRAGON’S REBIRTH?

Hello everyone and welcome to the first chapter of It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic! This is a collaborated work of fiction with @staradorned. I seriously would not have considered creating another yandere series, based on a manga this time ‘round, without their help. Also special thanks to my friend @rouecentric for being an honest critic and where the rough drafts can be improved lol.

If you are curious, the manga series that is featured here is called The Dark History of the Reincarnated Villainess by Akiharu Touka. If you’d like to read it first before diving in here, you’re certainly more than welcome to! Chapters can be found online at Manga Clash (I think) and you can find physical copies at a local bookseller.

So without being said guys, the warnings are down below. If you are ready, sit back, relax, and enjoy :)

Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Kidnapping, Attempted Sexual Assault.

Other Warnings: spoilers from the manga, obsessive behavior, implied violence. Please take caution.

FINAL WARNING: The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged.

Designing clothes in a boutique had been your ambition ever since you had experienced the joy of creating outfits with a needle, thread, and a pin cushion strapped to your wrist. Against your parents’ initial wishes to marry a well-off gentleman and go to university for a degree that will at least provide a stable career, you enroll in fashion school.

The workload was grueling, and the competition throughout the last four years became even more fierce with each semester leading closer to graduation. But it was worth it. The sacrifices you had made, all of those all nighters spent on putting together a portfolio for a final semester grade? Totally worth it. You had even gotten a job at a small shop right after finishing school!

It wasn’t a high-end business, but hey, it was one step in the right direction! Progress was progress!

And then you died after being on the job for three months. Overworked yourself to death to keep up with the customer’s demands including being short-staffed. Heck of a way to end a seemingly normal life.

But you had not anticipated opening your eyes to see a tall, red-haired man sword being pointed at your face. You could only stare dumbly at him as he spouted cliche lines about harming his lover and why would I try to harm your own sister. The supposed sibling was a pink-haired curvaceous woman being cradled in the guy’s arms, tears forming behind cinnabar -colored eyes.

What the hell is going on here?!

You asked who they were and why were they acting so hostile towards a complete stranger, but neither of them listened as you were led away to a villa by armed guards. Later, you discovered that you had woken inside the petite body of Iana Magnolia.

She was a despicable young lady with a terrible reputation in the Rose Kingdom; she constantly harassed her former fiance and older sister, Sir Ginoford Dandelion and Konoha Magnolia, on top of having such a fearsome temper that everyone called her a dragon. In this country, being referred to as a dragon is the same as being a black sheep in the family, if not a symbol of bad luck that will embarrass future generations to come. The count’s family, to be precise.

The family you were now part of.

Seriously, what hellish dimension did you transmigrate into?! Is this some weird comedy where you have to redeem yourself as a villainess or else you would die?! And three months of house arrest for innumerous crimes you had not committed as this person, including using illegal dark magic?!

Wow. Karma is being a bitch. Big time.

If this situation wasn’t bad enough, a new servant had been sent with you to confinement. He was a blonde-haired and blue-eyed butler named Sol Nemophyra. But how can someone have so much bloodlust radiating from their body and someone not pick up on it?

Yeah, this dude had to be sent to kill you. There’s no way a new employee, let alone a butler, would move as quietly as he did when he approached your side with a silver platter of tea and snacks. And no, you were not touching the stuff. It could be poisoned for all you knew!

In the second week of your solitary imprisonment, you woke up in a cold sweat after having a very vivid dream. And it wasn’t a good one either: Konoha was being assaulted by their licentious uncle on the floor of an abandoned church while Sir Ginoford lay by her feet, bleeding from the head and unconscious.

Frankly speaking, you really didn’t wanna help them. What did you owe to two complete strangers who did not even listen to you? But that damned angel on your shoulder persuaded your conscience to not leave this matter alone. You had to do something, despite now having the gift of clairvoyance.

Why couldn’t you have the ability to transport away from this place instead of seeing random visions?! TT ^ TT

So, you escaped the villa and rushed to the abandoned town Konoha and her fiance would be invited to by the perverted geezer via horseback. It was a miracle that you had gotten there in the nick of time, let alone thrown a burlap sack full of rocks right in the uncle’s face with accurate precision.

Had Iana hunted wild game when she wasn’t plotting Konoha’s demise? That would make sense if she had. Weird but convenient. The uncle was arrested by local authorities, and Ginoford was now convinced that the reason his former fiancee had acted so maliciously towards him and Konoha is because she wanted to save them from the pervert’s rage.

Yeah, dude, that was straight up harassment. Iana was harassing you guys, not trying to protect you!

But the stupid knight wasn’t listening to you. Not that you had much to say except having a weird dream about the pink-haired lady getting molested and him being knocked out on top of not knowing who the heck they were because you had amnesia. Sir Ginoford’s answer: Iana Magnolia is blessed by the gods, and maybe even a saint.

What. The. Bleep?!

Sol, obviously, was not persuaded by Sir Ginoford’s passionate words. If anything, he became more determined to keep an eye on you upon returning to the villa for the remainder of the house arrest period. He even watched from the door as you studied etiquette and history books because you had supposedly forgotten everything. Having time alone to learn such skills, though, was a blessing in disguise.

A month after coming to this strange world, Konoha approached you with an invitation for a picnic in Fuschia Forest. You politely refused because you couldn’t leave the villa without the count’s permission. However you quickly changed your mind when Konoha began to start crying and Sol glared at you icily, explaining that he had already gotten permission from the count for you to leave so long as you…behaved yourself.

Or he killed you. God, this is a messed-up place. It honestly reminded you of those Mary Sue fanfics where everyone’s attention was on the perfect protagonist who still needed a man in her life and yet couldn’t decide whom she would love in the end.

Yeah. Kinda shitty.

Once everything was set up, Sol brewed high quality black tea leaves Sir Ginoford had harvested as a thank-you gift for saving Konoha. As much as you did not trust Sol with anything near food or drinks, you also doubted that he’d try to poison you in front of his benefactors. Unless…the poison is slow acting? Crap. You were screwed either way.

Konoha tried to make small talk with you, asking you certain questions about the childhood that the two of you shared. But all you could do was shake your head, apologizing that you truly do not remember who she is or Sir Ginoford. The two of them were complete strangers. When she began to start crying again, you felt a chill run down your back. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Sol staring at you with a cold frown.

Oh, you were so tempted to flip the bird at him, just once, to piss him off. But doing that would possibly trigger a death flag, and bye-bye your second chance at life.

Did you mention that Konoha got kidnapped by a large, drooling wolf as she cooed over a bunny rabbit? She did. And you followed after the troublesome woman with a crossbow that you frisked from one of the guards. As much as you hated yourself for doing this, you were quite certain now: if something happened to Konoha, you were dead. You would be blamed for whatever happened to her without another thought by Sol and Ginoford.

Running on pure adrenaline, you found Konoha being fondled by the beast in a meadow. Raising the weapon, you fired three arrows at it. Two in the back, and one in the shoulder. Yelling at Konoha to move, you raised the crossbow to fire again when the damned thing jammed up. Shoving the damsel in distress behind you, you were about to use the crossbow as a club when Sol and Ginoford swooped in to deliver the final blow.

Cue Konoha and Ginoford having a lovey-dovey moment while you were suffering some mild abrasions, leaning against a boulder. You were about to rest your eyes for a moment when all of a sudden, you were off of the ground and being gently cradled in Sol’s arms as the rest of the party began to head back to where the picnic was being held.

Nope, nope, and nope.

You did not trust the man. You did not want to be near him, it had been bad enough that he was constantly watching you back at the villa. In a moment of stupidity, you pressed the tip of the arrow against his porcelain cheek and demanded that he put you back on the ground, now.

He argued that you were in no condition to walk. You called him out on his bullcrap and said you were fine. He refused. The two of you exchanged some nasty words until Konoha pleads to the two of you to please stop fighting, and Iana, you will get looked at by a medic.

You reluctantly relented but only if you got to keep the crossbow. The previous Iana obviously knew how to use it, hence the muscle memory when you wielded it. Not to mention it would act as insurance. A shield of some sort to protect you against a lovesick butler slash hired assassin that was so obviously in love with Konoha that it is painful to watch their interactions and not mentally gag.

When can you go back to the villa and reclaim some quiet time, damn it?! Do you not deserve it after saving Konoha again?! TT ^ TT

Sol was annoyed with Iana Magnolia. It had been bad enough that his sweet Konoha had such a terrible younger sister, but her sudden change in behavior threw him for a loop. Instead of bullying Konoha or trying to seduce Ginoford again, she did not want to interact with either of them. She would either be holed up in the library studying, or in her room fumbling with rolls of fabric as she sewed the hours away. A count’s daughter whose name is synonymous with the word ‘dragon’, sewing like a commoner with a silly hum under her breath.

When the count declared that Iana’s probation period was over, she refused to go back to the main house. She wanted to remain in the villa and be left alone. She threw such a temper tantrum about wanting her ‘alone time’ that his contractor had no choice but to relent. Konoha was understandably upset at the situation, but decided to respect her sister’s wishes.

By doing so, Konoha and Ginoford visited the villa every single afternoon. And every time she clung to Iana, the latter looked very uncomfortable.

He did not understand. Who is Iana Magnolia? What were her intentions towards his savior? He would not allow anything to happen to his new mistress, until he would uncover the truth behind Iana’s bizarre behavior.

Becoming aware that pushing Konoha away only continued to tick off Sol, you decided to ease your guilt of making the girl upset by creating a dress for her. The occasion? The Magnolia family had been invited to the palace to celebrate the country’s foundation. A grand ball was to be held on the first and last day of a week’s worth of festivities.

When she showed you some of the designs that the seamstress had in mind, you nearly choked. Almost all of them had plunging necklines that were not appropriate for a young woman at Konoha’s age. She was an engaged woman, not a single fish looking to find someone!

Throwing the catalog down on the coffee table, you grabbed your sketchpad and pen. Within twenty minutes, you drew three dresses that were much more appropriate for the occasion and inspired by the fashion shows and anime you used to watch back in your old world.

Konoha loved the Princess Serenity design: a knee-length, flowing sleeveless white dress with an intricately decorated bodice in the shape of golden hoops and a bust defined by a row of pearls. A translucent bow would be tied to the back, followed by a zipper. It would make it easy for Konoha to slip in and out of the outfit without a servant’s help.

It would be tricky to make, but you were up for the challenge. Once you had the measurements, you shooed Konoha away and gave Sol the task to collect the fabrics and other materials needed for the project. You would also be making a gown for yourself.

The theme that initially came to your mind was Fire and Ice. But when you decided on the design for your own dress, you changed it to Fairy Tale Princess and the Dragon.

If this world hated Iana Magnolia so much, the so-called Dragon of the Rose Kingdom…then why not give the people what they want?

You only had a month to complete the pieces, so there was no time to waste. As much as you hated the idea…you reluctantly asked Sol for his assistance with the embroidery while you tackled on hemming the fabric together.

You thought he’d refused to help, but to your surprise, he stepped up to the plate and proved his worth as an assistant. At least, in your mind, to help create a dress that Konoha would wear and make sure you wouldn’t poison the needle in an attempt to harm her. Again.

When the Princess Serenity dress was presented to Konoha on the night before the ball, she was so happy with the final product that she gave you a big hug, promising to take good care of it for as long as she lived. Upon asking about your own gown, you just shrugged and said she’d have to wait and see until the ball.

So, she did. But you did not expect her to react so…positively to your gown. It was a dark red and golden ball gown that hugged your waist and flowed outwards with a long train, dusted with gold appliqués at the skirt and matching rhinestones at the top. These were the ‘scales’ of your Dragon concept. But the crowning jewel of the design was the golden spiked headpiece you wore on the back of your head. You wanted to go with removable inwardly curved horns, but that might have scared the other nobles. So you opted for a safer route, hence custom-ordering the headpiece and paying extra money to have it be quickly worked on.

A dragon of your own design. An arrogant, beautiful dragon whose scales shined brighter than any jewel that glittered in these halls, the exception being Konoha, of course.

Konoha had shown off the dress proudly at the ball, dropping your name easily from her lips as she spoke with men and women who were in awe of her ethereal beauty. Yup, she was definitely a princess straight from a fairy tale.

Despite her attempt to show the world that her scheming sister had changed, there were nobles who were not convinced. They thought you were deceiving the couple for another nefarious plot.

Seriously, why would you even do that? You had no reason to….except maybe Sol if he got on your nerves again. You excused yourself from the ballroom under the intention of using the bathroom.

FYI: When you had decided to go with the Fairy Tale Princess and The Dragon theme, you honestly did not mean to literally be caught on fire. A candle had topped over in the hall, the blaze quickly spreading to where it made escaping difficult as you tried to not inhale the smoke and keep low to the ground. Did you mention that you got pinned by falling debris? No? Well, you did.

You were alone and trapped in a burning building, your leg possibly fractured and unable to move it. And…that was it. This is probably where you were gonna die, again. Now you would only be remembered as a wicked villainess.

At least, those were the dark thoughts racing through your mind before Sol had burst into the room like some kind of knight in shining armor and got you out before the whole place collapsed. You didn’t think you would ever be so glad to be saved by the jerk, yet you were. So you tried to be a little nicer to him, only to get an icy smile in exchange.

Yup, he still disliked you. Oh, well.

[Bonus Content: Konoha Magnolia]

Konoha Magnolia had been fortunate to have such a kind and loving father who did not force her into a political marriage when she became of age, instead being engaged to the man she loves. It must have been hard to make such a sacrifice in a world where marrying for love instead of solidifying alliances and continuing the bloodline is considered to be a terrible choice. But she knew he loved her…she had just wished he could give even a tiny bit of that love to Iana, her younger sister.

However, it seemed he still blamed Iana for their mother’s death. She had died bringing her precious sister into the world. Konoha did not know anyone who loved the previous countess than their father. Everyone loved her, even the staff. They had told her more than once just how much she resembled her mother.

She was not blind to what was going around her. She was the favored child, and Iana is not. No one wanted to serve her, in fear of objects being thrown at them or yelled at for even the slightest mistake. To work under such a fearsome dragon. Yes, she was also aware of that horrid nickname.

Konoha had tried to reach out to her precious sister, but Iana scorned every attempt and the bullying increased tenfold, from public degradation to bribing some servants to give Konoha tea and snacks laced with poison.

When Sir Ginoford confronted Iana after trying to give a dangerous relic for her to read, that was the day that her younger sister lost her memories. And…when their uncle attempted to violate her in the sanctity of the village’s church.

If it weren’t for her younger sister’s interference, Konoha had the feeling something terrible would have happened to Sir Ginoford. Nonetheless, she was grateful to Iana.

Although she is upset that Iana did not recognize her older sister, Konoha saw it as an opportunity to start over. To rebuild their fractured relationship on a clean slate. That was why she tried to approach Iana again after their uncle had been arrested.

Instead of openly mocking her or Sir Ginoford like before, Iana begrudgingly accepted their invitation to tea or a walk in the gardens. She even went through the trouble of creating a dress for the foundation day’s opening night at the royal palace.

A dress designed just for her.

Although the maids have tried time and time again to throw it away in fear that Iana had used a poisoned needle in the fabric, Konoha forbade it. The dress was a precious gift from her sister. Why would she throw it away?

When she heard that her sister was holed up in her room creating more clothes, she would personally come to Iana’s room with a cart of tea and snacks to make sure the latter wasn’t working too hard. But to see Iana walking on the plush carpet bare-footed in such loose fitting garments? How scandalous!

Even Sol became flustered and almost begged Iana to change her clothes, for her older sister. Iana refused, arguing that a short-sleeved shirt was not scandalous with the floor-length cloak she is wearing over it. She wants to be comfortable in her own room.

Konoha wholeheartedly agreed, so long as she was the only one who saw Iana like this. It would be unsightly for another gentleman to see it. She smiled when she saw a pout form on her little sister’s cheeks, the expression deepening as Sol continued to reprimand before she snapped at him, inciting yet another argument between them. Konoha simply shook her head and took a sip of her honey lemon tea.

Oh, she so dearly hoped that they would get along soon.

#yandere x reader #yandere manga #the dark history of the reincarnated villainess #forbidden-sunlight #yandere male #poly yandere #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #dark academia aesthetic #yandere fanfiction #ns.fw #staradored #manga x reader #x reader #cw yandere #tw yandere #attempted murder

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christinealtomare · 5 years

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staradorned replied to your post “has anybody short ever sat front row at the broadhurst?? did your neck...”

You'll be fine! I was worried about it too

Thank you so much!! <3 :)

#staradorned #replies

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Promised Part Ten

Word Count: 5K

Pairing: Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader

Summary: You are married to Count Grigor Dymov of Russia to keep an alliance between the Russian crown and your family safe. But you realize you have grown to love him and he has fallen for you. You are forced apart during the Coup and once you return to the palace, you are tricked to believe Grigor betrayed you for Marial. You are heartbroken. Only for Georgiana to reveal the truth- Grigor has resisted Marial's seductions for you. However, she is desperate to have him, at any cost...

Here it is! Continuing after that cliffhanger! COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE DEEPLY APPRECIATED! IF YOU ENJOY IT, PLEASE REBLOG OR COMMENT.

Warnings for the chapter: swearing, mentions of violence, discussions of sex, and cheating. Some spicy stuff but nothing too explicit except for one sentence. IDeas I stole from other mediums lovingly or hatefully.

Part One //Part Two //Part Three// Part Four// Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight//Part Nine

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Nothing's gonna hurt you baby As long as you're with me you'll be just fine Nothing's gonna hurt you baby Nothing's gonna take you from my side- "Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby" by Cigarettes After Sex

Peter was delighted and surprised by the sight of his best friend rushing into his chambers as he was greeting and petting the new truffle hunting dogs.

“Ah! Grigor! What a delight I-“

His friend looked pale, and his lower lip quivered. He fell on his knees, pleading before his sovereign.

“Peter, please forgive me, but very soon- I have to leave…”

Peter blinked, glancing over at Arkady, who tilted his head until petting the soft fur of the dogs.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

Grigor got up and grabbed his friend by the shoulders.

“I need to leave…Peter, please assure me…you will be absolutely fucking safe! I couldn’t live with myself if you or Y/N were in danger and…for her safety, I must leave for a while. Please promise me all is well with you and you will be safe and happy even!”

“Well, shit-I will be! You’re not some fucking prisoner here- you’re free to leave with your wife, Grigor! And You won’t believe it, I’m eating Catherine’s pussy nightly!”

“Your talents are paying off, of course! Great! “Wonderful! Be safe and do nothing stupid!” he pleaded his friend.

“When do I? Peter replied.

They hugged each other before Grigor departed like a deer being hunted.

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You had reread the letter again, making sure everything was correct. It couldn’t be true. It seemed too good to be true. That this all was a lie. That Grigor never betrayed you for another woman. That he wasn’t about to leave you for her. That such things never happened in the first place. Part of you laughed with slight embarrassment over your actions from the past few weeks. The other part of you couldn’t help but smile. You pressed the letter to your heart and sank to you knees in your dress.

An absent-minded Catherine entered. Her face warm and hazy from how heavy she slept and her beautiful blonde hair in disarray.

“Y/N… hope you didn’t mind! I didn’t sleep well last night, and I was tired…”

You shook your head, happy tears welling up.

“No…not at all, empress…I…I just got a very…very good letter.”

As Grigor ran, he saw her. The very last woman in the world, no, the last person in the world he wanted to see.

“Made up your mind?” Marial asked, arms akimbo.

He tried to run but she stepped to the side and blocked him.

“So, you have an obvious choice. Would you rather by a hen-pecked husband chained to Y/N and be a widower…. Or be happy and free?” she asked.

Grigor looked down on the ground, thinking it through. That is, For three seconds.

Then he looked up with a smile.

“Hen pecked husband. Any day.”

He quickly shoved her aside and kept running. Not stopping until he reached Catherine’s apartments.

“Oh!” Catherine gasped. “I see…what does the letter say…”

“The laws about adultery, empress, you need do nothing about them. You can forget them, even!” you said with a laugh.

“How come?” she asked, tilting her head. She reached down to help herself to more tea, bending over her big belly and coming up to delicately hold the saucer.

“I received good news; I have been a fool forever. I learned a truth, a happy, happy truth and I…I feel so relieved I can’t stand it.”

“I’m glad you are happy! What is it, Y/N?”

“I received a letter from Georgiana, and it said- “

Before you could finish you were cut off by a sudden rush of footsteps. Before you stood a very shocked and desperate looking Grigor. You stood right up.

“Empress, I hate to cut your meeting short, but I would like to speak to my wife back in my apartments immediately, please…” he said worriedly.

“Why, of course you can.” Catherine confirmed.

“Thank you.”

He ran up to you, his eyes were the size of planets, and you could see his hands were shaking.

“What, Grigor, what is going-“

“Excuse us, empress!”

Before you could say another word, he bent down and swung you over his back like a sack of potatoes. Seeing the floor and a bit dizzy, he began to run quickly down the hall.

“Wha…what is happening! Grigor, tell me what’s going on!” you demanded.

“No need! No time, Y/N!” he replied. You saw the shuffled feet of courtiers he pushed aside in his rush to go back.

Despite your constant kicks and questions and protests, he kept running. You keep trying to talk to him, but he ran fast. Some people gasped and giggled at the ridiculous sight.

Once he arrived before the Dymov apartment he yelled for the guards.

“Let us in- lock the door and be armed!”

Once he got you into the parlor of the Dymov place he brought you down. He kept looking around the room, pacing wiilldy. Then after looking in every room and opening the door of every wardrobe and cabinet, he turned to you.

“Y/N…I have something you need to know now…” he began desperately.

You put a hand in front of him to stop him.

“So do I…” you brought out the letter. “George has told me…told me the truth…”

He blinked and then looked down at it, smiling. The air stilled except for the sounds of the birds outside. You thanked your lucky stars for George. Who would believe one of his ex-lovers would bring you closer together?

“I want to hear you say it…and now that I’m not that heartbroken thing I was at first, I want to hear it from your lips…so this whole time…You never fucked her?” you asked.

“Yes” he nodded.

You gasped in joy and clasped your hands in front of your mouth.

He looked down to read its contents again. He then folded it delicately and placed it in your hand. You pushed it to be inside your reticule.

“And every word of this is true?” you asked.

“Yes. I haven’t fucked Marial…I kept trying to tell you. Every day I kept trying to tell you the first day and every day since. Do you believe me this time?” he questioned.

He blinked and you could see tears in the ducts of his eyes Despite his teary exhaustion, his eyes were gentle when he looked at you. He gently cupped your face. You reached out a hand to touch one of his.

“I believe you…” you confirmed.

“The day we were married, and I promised you…that I won’t ever, ever hurt you. I swore you that until I die, Y.N…I will never betray you for any woman in the world…” he recalled.

“I promised to do the same…, I’m so relieved! I don’t even have words!” you mumbled.

You both begin to laugh with relief and happy tears. The misery was only a nightmare and you had awoken to the pink, dewy dawn of a new day.

“But…we can discuss more of this later…” he cut off. He reached down and clasped both of your hands, leaning in closer and speaking softly.

“Y/N, we don’t have time to lose. We must leave. Immediately. you are in danger right now!” he warned.

You blinked. Your chest suddenly getting tight.

“Danger? But the coup is over…” you questioned.

“You were just threatened by...”

Suddenly there was a LOUD bang that interrupted him.

“Oh fuck! She’s fast!” Grigor cursed. His eyes went wide, and he threw you behind him.

“Where the hell is he?” a familiar voice roared. “Is THIS the place of Monsieur Dymov?”

“Yes- but-“the guards voice were quickly cut off.

“That doesn’t sound like a she…” you commented.

The door was kicked open. Your bother burst through. His face lost its color, his hair was unkempt, he smelled bad, and his eyes were wide with circles beneath/ He had lost sleep in a rush to be here. The guards were behind him, struggling to restrain him and failing. In his hand was a pistol.

“Y/N, thank God I got your letter, you poor thing!” your brother wailed as he went up to you.

Memories of your first torturous reunion came to you both and of the threat you made returned.

“You actually sent it?” Grigor asked turning to look at you.

“…I did.” You confessed.

“Get AWAY from her…Scoundrel!”

Your brother ran to Grigor and shoved him from you, gun flailing as he began ranting before your frightened and amazed husband.

“You worthless bastard of a man! Can’t you keep your cock in your pants for a minute?? Do you see this letter?”

From his pocket he pulled out the very letter you wrote and mailed out to him. Right on the first disastrous day you returned to the palace after the coup and believed Marial’s manipulations.

“It’s stained with her tears! I am here and I am taking her home, away from you and your whore!”

Grigor dodged a literal bullet and you let out a screech. Your brother then turned to you.

“Y/N, we will make sure that there is a divorce…if I don’t make you a widow right away. And you will be home safe, and so help me, next time you will be married to a decent, FAITHFUL man! Do you understand the pain you brought her through? How you insulted and humiliated a good woman and a good wife for you? You’re a demon among men and don’t deserve to even look at her!” he vented.

Right as his arm went up to try and shoot again, you managed to smack his arm, tossing the pistol across the floor. Despite being disarmed, your brother then tackled Grigor outright, punching him and shaking his shirt, getting close to strangling your husband with his bare fist

“Stop!! Stop right now!” You screamed, pulling the men away with all your strength.

You looked your brother in the eye, tugging him up by the collar.

“Please…I was misled. Grigor was never unfaithful to me!”

“What!” your brother gasped.

“The letter had false information! I misinterpreted what she said to me-I sent the letter before I knew the truth!” you explained.

You briefly explained what happened as Grigor pushed himself back up

“Is it…is it true?” your brother asked

“It fucking is!” Grigor replied in exasperation.

The three of you looked around, panting from the near-death experience of the week. Your brother slouched, his hands dropping and panting.

“Oh, thank God…thank God…Y/N, so you aren’t miserable with this man! He isn’t cheating and abandoning you?”

You shook your head with a small smile.

“This family reunion is very nice, but we must go- Y/N, you are in great danger- now!” Grigor pleaded desperately.

He gestured at the guards to shut and lock the doors and to wait outside.

“What? What do you mean?” you asked.

“Marial says she is going to kill you!” Grigor blurted loudly.

“What!?” you and your brother repeated.

“You mean…the lover in the letter?” the brother asked.

“Yes! She’s about to be forced to marry someone. She must marry to maintain her status and She’s desperate to have me…. I refused her and she left with an ultimatum. Either I could leave Y/N, you or she would murder you. can’t stay here a minute longer. She will make me a widower so she can have me…and that is why we must leave…” he explained.

The clock in the parlor clicked contentedly. Feeling the blood rush through you, you looked to your brother who put a protective arm around you.

“Could Marial kill someone?” you asked.

You knew she was a bitch and she embraced it. Betrayal, adultery, neither were beneath her but actual, cold blooded killing?

Your husband gripped your shoulders and he looked you right in the eye.

“Yes! She did! Marial killed Lady Svenska this morning and she is after you next!”

“Lady Svenska? Dead! Oh…oh god…” you responded.

You felt cold and your stomach turned to nausea. The room seemed to spin. It was hard to breathe. You grabbed onto Grigor’s arm to keep from the anxiety overtaking you and your brother took your other one to keep you from collapsing. Catching onto your feet, you stood back up and looked at the men.

“But we don’t have time to lose. As far as we know, she could be on her way!” Grigor urged.

Their knees were bent and their faces wild as if ready to charge. You stepped forward, commanding with a quiet but resolved voice.

“Grigor, where are you pistols?”

“In the large cabinet in the parlor.”

“We will each get them, we will be armed, all three of us. I also have my two guards still here from the vineyard, we will leave with them. We will go there. She probably won’t now where it is. We can travel under another name until we arrive there. We can take a different carriage so no one will think it’s us…”

There were footsteps down the hall. All three of you froaze until they passed by. You continued with a new idea.

“We will ask our serfs. Ask them to grab any spare clothes we have.”

“Clothes?”

“We can wear peasant clothes to disguise ourselves…and take their pathways. No wigs or silks, just plain clothes. Make ourselves look like the serfs. She is soft for them. If we disguise ourselves in this attire, she will be less likely to recognize us or even want to harm us. And word won’t spread about the count and countess fleeing somewhere if we are not recognized.”

“But Y/N…She could see a carriage through a window…” Grigor argued.

The three of you looked towards the open windows, curtains drawn and daylight spilling through your red apartments. Damn, he was right. And there were many windows in the palace.

“Let’s have it drive the back path, and quickly and then reroute toward the vineyard. Get into the woods and then turn around. We take a different carriage than the Dymov one. A plainer one.”

You turned to your brother.

“But we need someone to stall for time…Do you know what she looks like? She was the empress’s maid at our wedding…” you asked him.

“I can’t recall.”

“Look for a small, pale woman with curly auburn hair or ask for her.”

You gestured down to the pistol in his hand.

“I need you to find her. Confront her even, distract her, that will buy me and Grigor time to escape.” If she could strike any moment, we don’t have time to lose,” you instructed.

Running out to the parlor, you got two pistols from the cabinet and hurried back, giving one to your husband. Grigor turned to the desk, getting a piece of paper and a quill. He quickly wrote something out. He handed the paper to your brother.

“Here is the address of the vineyard. You can meet us there. Memorize it, then burn it. Make sure Marial never even knows you have it.” He ordered.

“Understood.”

You and Grigor looked at each other, then clutched hands. Your brother began to scrutinize the paper, then took off his boot and stuffed it into his sock before putting it back on.

“Then I will meet you there…you have to be willing to die for her…” your brother said.

“For Y/N, Without question”

They tapped each other on the shoulder, a small half smile with a sense of familial fondness minus the previous struggle minutes ago.

You and your husband ducked your heads out the door to your rather confused looking guards. The hall was quiet. Hardly anyone was there.

“We are…we are going to the serfs’ quarters, follow us. And ask nothing until we are out of the palace.” You instructed.

The guards nodded obediently.

Your brother ran out on his mission. Once he was out, you and Grigor ran to the back door right where the serfs’ quarters lay. He would know where his own manservant slept. And ringing a bell for them would cause attention. Your guards followed you as you could tell from their grunting breaths and heavy footsteps. In your right hand was the pistol- you were unused to the weight of it. You were never raised to shoot a living thing. But you knew your choice. Be ready to kill or be killed.

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There was a sudden gust in Marial’s apartments as a serf ran before her.

“Miss, there’s someone here to…”

“Enough of the formalities.”

Your brother ran in immediately, lightly pushing the serf away to face her.

Looking at the woman, she was exactly as described. She was decked on her couch lazily, a pastry in one hand and a dog on her lap. She took the dog to the ground and shooed it away. She looked him up and down and gave him a devilish smile. Though beautiful of face and body, the ugliness and cruelty of her actions overpowered her attempt at seduction.

“Sir what are you….”

“I am from the Y/L/N family. Familiar? It should be…my sister is the Countess Dymova.” Your brother cut off.

She clenched her jaw and her eyes hardened. He tensed his fist and spoke directly to her.

“What were your intentions with the count?” he asked quietly.

“Say again?” she asked, in half denial.

“You attempted to elope with Count Dymov and threated to kill my sister, is that so?” He questioned sternly. His voice was raising.

The dog retreated to the next room. She reached over the sicky cakes on her tea tray and downed a bite.

“Why the fuck should I answer any question addressed to me in that tone?” she replied with her mouth full.

His face lost all color. He charged forward, grabbing her by the collar of her dress and lifting her up, slamming her against the wall angrily.

“Did you seduce the count and make him abandon his wife?” he began to bellow.

“The Count Dymov?”

He shook her violently.

“DID YOU SEDUCE THE COUNT AND MAKE HIM ABANDON HIS WIFE?” he screamed.

She froze and replied with an odd calmness and directness

“Seduce him? He wants it. That’s Nothing new. Grigor always wanted me. Grigor and I fucked….”

“Recently?”

She froze. She spat in his face.

“No, we haven’t recently, for your prying information. But we will. He loves me and I love him.”

“He is already married and in love with Y/N!” your brother argued. “I’ve seen him with her. I’ve read her letters. Including the last one she wrote about you!”

“Grigor fucking loves me He just needs to remember who he is and that it’s me he wants. I’d be better for him.”

“Then why isn’t he fucking married to you?” your brother roared.

She took the cake tray and threw it at him. He ducked as the rich pastries and icing spilled onto the floor.

“He’s mine! He always was! And he tires of Y/N, he just has to admit it.”

“You didn’t try to make him you after they were engaged or before their wedding!” Your brother argued.

She regained her composure, straightening her posture to look right at him with a devilish smile again.

“He was forced to marry her. And she’s a frugal little cunt for him, might as well put her out of her misery.”

“You BITCH!” your brother screamed.

He gave her a solid punch in the jaw. Once she was down, he grabbed a vase, ready to smash her face in, towering over her.

“Give me answers, honest answers or you will die right here…has Grigor made any promises to run off with you?” he asked.

“I…I made him promises and offers…and he never gave an answer I even asked him in person. And he said no, but I know his eyes say yes.. He has been refusing me with his words. He wouldn’t have refused me like that in the past. He is blinded by her. But he wants me, I can tell. His cock always gets hard around me in a silk dress.”

“You have not fucked him recently.”

“No, I haven’t! God, why won’t he already! She’s making him like her and It’s been fucking maddening!” she replied angrily.

He set down the vase. Your brother began to pace a little, then glared back at her.

“Don’t you Understand that because of your actions, my sister has suffered. Immensely,” he continued.

“I don’t give a fuck what your sister thinks. Or what anyone thinks!” she replied.

She stood up, soothing her gown. Your brother began to lecture her angrily.

“Have you thought that there are people other than you who deserve to be happy. That you can’t always get what pleases you all the time, especially at the price of someone else’s peace? You are ruining two lives just to amuse yourself. Amuse yourself with free men. Then you are within your right. But to seduce a happily married man from a wife who loves him. A man you KNOW is married. To encourage him to betray his wife. To deceive, to take their love and joy away…don’t you understand that’s as cruel as beating a serf or a dog!?”

“Well, I don’t fucking know about that! And I don’t want to!” she answered, disturbed. “Don’t you know everyone sleeps with everyone here! It’s the way it fucking is and always will be in this court! But you abuse me…how dare you treat a lady this way…I will have you avenged….” She stepped forward to him, glaring.

Looking down, your brother saw a knife under her couch and the outline of a pistol in the pocket of her dress.

“If you lay a hand on my sister, I swear I will kill you.” Your brother threatened, getting closer.

“They will arrest a stranger. And execute him for killing a noble lady.” She retorted.

He reached into the hilt beneath his long coat.

“You’re a not a lady, you’re a monster.”

She whipped out her gun but so did he.

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The serfs’ clothes were surprisingly warm and comfortable. The pistol was kept securely in a trunk inside the carriage so no accidents could trigger it to go off and harm anyone. The carriage drove fast and rickety. The shawls and gloves over your hands were welcome against the chill as the snow began to settle down. You had only a cotton cap over your head and a plain brown dress with an apron. Grigor wore no wig dusting with powder. Instead, he had stained white shirt with a plain brown cravat and a long coat. On his brown head was an old black hat instead of the fine tricornered hats so in fashion for the noblemen of Russia. Both of you wore old, tattered boots shivering from the cold air.

It all seemed so peaceful outside in the forest with leftover snow sitting on the ground and on the branches of trees despite the terror of your situation. Both you and Grigor were silent for most of the beginning of the carriage ride. Your hearts were racing, and you wanted to know the plan would work. So far, nothing had happened. But that didn’t mean something wouldn’t strike any minute.

Lowering your head- you felt dizzy again. It became hard to breathe from how tight you felt in your chest. You let yourself begin to cry a little from fear.

You felt his large hand on your back. He leaned you to sit up again and began to comfortingly rub your arms.

“Are you…are you afraid, Y/N?” your husband questioned.

“Yes, I…I’m very afraid….what will happen to me? I…I don’t want to die…” you confessed.

You had to gather your strength to fight and flee your way out of the palace with a good plan. But you could no longer deny the terror of such a threat. Now you could let it out safely.

“It’s alright, sweetheart… you had a brilliant plan that’s going to help and I’m here…I’m here beside you…You’re safe now…” he said sweetly.

“May I rest my head on you?” you asked.

“Yes.”

He pulled you closer, letting you rest your head on his scratchy, brown wool cloak. He wrapped both arms around you. Like how your mother would hold you when something scared you.

It eventually got too dark to carry on. Once an inn with rooms available was in sight, both of you walked in. The guards and carriage driver excused themselves to their own separate rooms. Grigor spoke with the innkeeper- an old man with a mustache and a dirty white apron.

“I am Monsuier Molotov. The lady is Mademoiselle Sobakin. We need Two rooms…”

“One room…” you stepped in to correct.

Grigor’s brow furrowed and his jaw dropped as he stared at you in surprise. The innkeeper tried to keep from a lascivious smile.

“Are you certain?” your husband questioned.

“Yes, One room…please…”

Once you were led to the room, Grigor began a fire. Both of you slumped, warming your hands and even taking off your semi-tattered shoes from the warmth.

“I wanted…I wanted to respect your wishes for the past time. I knew you didn’t want me to sleep by you.” He explained.

“I…I would feel much safer with you by me…especially for tonight” you said.

“Then I will stay with you.”

Both of you went down to fetch the meal provided and returned to your rooms to eat. Better to be seen out and about as little as possible. It was just bread, some meat, and soup. It was humble fare compared to the feasts back with Peter and Catherine. You both quietly sipped the ale served in a tin cup rather than vodka in gold trimmed glasses. You didn’t speak much. You were relieved for the bit of safety and Exhausted form the journey. And it was starting to get late in the night.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and stacked the plates. You took a last sip of the ale.

“Y/N…I know it was brief but…I love you. I actually do love you” he confessed.

The fire crinkled in response. You gave him a tired smile.

“It makes me so humble to be your husband. I…I just want to be enough for you. Your tears were my greatest torment. Now…I swear to you, I will…”he began.

But his eyes teared up again.

“If I were not me, but the fucking best, purest of men I would ask you to love me and to have your hand this instant.” He confessed.

You reached out both your hands and took his. You were in awe of such a confession.

“Well, we’re already married.” You reminded him.

“Still, I would. Thank God for Peter. Who knew he was a matchmaker?”

You began to play with his thumbs and he yours. You touched his face sweetly again.

“I hope you forgive my anger…I was only so angry and shrewish because of how much I love you…and…in the past I…”

You sighed, your breath hastened as you clutched his hand, looking into the fire to recall the painful memory.

“About a year or so before I met you, I had a suitor. I met him at a church. I thought he was the handsomest man I had ever met. He was good with children, intelligent, easy to talk to, and even devout, if you can believe. He wrote me the most beautiful letters and gave me flowers. He spent hours together and he even swore he loved me. It was like a dream. My family and I were certain he would propose any day…”

Turning to Grigor, your hands started to shake, and your throat tightened, threatening tears from the recollection.

“Then one day, I fell very sick. I was bedridden. They all feared it would spread so I Was kept to my rooms, and he could not visit me. After a few days, the fever broke, and I felt well enough to walk. I walked outside in the forest near our property and…”

Your heart raced and your stomach soured, your hands shook, and Grigor squeezed them.

“I found him, the man who said he loved me, fingering another girl against a tree as she pleasured his cock with her hands too…”

“Holy shit” Grigor swore.

“I froze where I was. I could hardly think or speak. My stomach hurt more than ever. I remember running home and vomiting onto the floor, crying more furiously than ever. Our servants and my family rushed to clean it up and help me. I demanded to see him the next day. It was the handsomest I had ever seen him, and he begged me to take him back. Despite the yearning I had for him, my heartbreak overpowered anything else. He claimed that it was a quick slip-a slight mistake- as if he had just spilled over a glass of water and not went and fucked another woman. He said that he was lonely, his body wanted mine, and could not have it. He thought I would be dead within days. He begged me to take him back. I yelled at him with tears and insisted he leave. So did my family. He protested that he loved and adored me and that she was just a quick fix but she was nothing and that he wanted to marry me. My brother threatened to decapitate him if he set foot on our house again. I never returned to the church where we met and mourned him forever. Since then, until you arrived, I was hesitant to accept any other suitor after….”

You let out a deep breath.

“Y/N…what a fucking nightmare.”

He hugged you and you clutched onto him.

“I was so afraid you would be just like him. That you would promise your love and then hurt me. That I lost you, forever. That it was happening all over again.” You explained.

“But…that’s the past now, Y/N, I’m right here and you’re safe. It’s over. I swear to you, I won’t be anything like that dick. You’ll always be safe and loved with me.”

You let yourself relax into his arms and looked up at him.

“After everything we have been through and…I adore every bit of you. Even the parts that keeps getting drunk on vodka…” you teased.

You both laughed lightly.

“The fucking Ale was like water compared to the court’s vodka! But…Y/N…you have survived so much and came out stronger. A horrendous suitor, the betrothal, the coup, and this…and here you are, so much stronger and alive. I’m proud of you-holy shit, I really am! I’m actually…happy…Thank God…you’re alive…you’re alive and you love me…”

“I love you and I’m alive…”

“Please…Y/N, free me from my torment…tell me you forgive me.” He asked.

“Grigor, there’s nothing to forgive. Georgiana told me everything that happened. That nothing happened other than kissing that…you…in a world like court you…you resisted her…for me…he wouldn’t have done that…”

You began to cry, and he wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“I wouldn’t want to do anything else. I would do anything for your happiness.”

“And…and I for yours…”

“Y/N, I ask you, free me from another torment if I’m so selfish…let me kiss you.”

You reached up and kissed him. He tasted of your dinner and his lips felt soft.

“God, I missed this…” you confessed.

“You have no idea…”

He grabbed your face and kissed you more intensely. You found you both were laying on the floor, he was grabbing your skirt bunching it up. You ran your hands to around his back in an embrace. Four months away from each other and He kissed and touched you like the starved man he was.You stopped his hand right before he could bunch your brown cotton skirt up access what you knew he wanted. Not that your body didn’t pine for him. Quite opposite in face.

“Please not on the hard floor…” you said with a giggle.

“The…the bed then?””

“The bed” you confirmed.

The wind howled as your last petticoat and shift was thrown off. It began to snow when you came together. There would be noise later. Loud, filthy cries and moans as well as chidish laughter fileld the room. Not that either of you cared for disturbing peace.

Afterward, you both ordered another glass of ale. It tasted a little stronger. Grigor pulled the blankets over each other, recalling little conversations, and in-jokes, and you laughed softly like an adolescent or a drunkard from the stories he could tell. You both fell asleep entwined and facing each other, an undeniable smile on both faces with the warmth from your bodies and the blankets.

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