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This story does not belong to me, but to the user miniminiujb I'm just translating, the original story and in Portuguese
The noise of footsteps and parallel conversations filled the room, several demons were spread out, everyone who was invited was there, whether it was due to the feast of bodies or the fear of denying something to Lua Superior 0. Looking sideways at some lower demons who were bowing down, turning their body to get a better look at the scene in front of them. Superior Demon 2 was coming towards him in all its glory, his mood soured significantly just by looking at that smile. The Omega stopped in front of him, his sickly sweet smell reached his nose, wrinkled exaggeratedly to show his discomfort. "You came to a party in heat, disgusting and shameful, and on top of that I didn't even invite you", looking into the depths of those colorful eyes. "I couldn't miss this party" he placed both hands on your shoulder, squeezing lightly, "so I came anyway in heat and uninvited." "I can understand," he said, moving his arms away from his shoulder. "Since you came uninvited, make yourself comfortable, the women are there", he commented, pointing to a table full of bodies. He didn't respond, he just looked at you and smiled, leaving that weird Omega. The night was passing, almost all the demons were already leaving before the sun rose. Looking around the room and seeing that Douma was still there, with his mouth a little stained with blood, when he realized that your eyes were on him, he retreated to the corridor, heading towards the room he knew you slept in. . Following your movements, that found you in your own room, looking at the Omega who was sitting on your large bed. "I'm going to spend the night with you Alpha," he said with a groan. “Don’t call me that,” he sighed and walked closer to you, placing his left hand on your back and the other behind your neck. "Don't be so hard on me... Or save it for later", Douma said, pulling you onto the bed, getting on top of him. Pulling him by his legs, so that they crossed around his waist. "You make me lose my mind, Omega"
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Wake Up Call | Carlisle Cullen x Male Reader
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Male Reader
Summary: Sometimes when Carlisle sits there he starts to think. Thinking isn't always great.
A/n: Hey @marilynmonroefanfics I figured you'd like this one ;)
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Carlisle laid on his side and looked at his husband. M/n was fast asleep. Carlisle watched as M/n’s body moved a bit with each breath he took. Something Carlisle couldn’t do anymore. Human. That’s what M/n was, that’s what Carlisle wasn’t. It had been centuries since Carlisle had been turned, he could barely remember what being human was like.
The sound of M/n’s heartbeat filled his head. It always made Carlisle happy, made him feel alright. It meant that M/n was alive and alright. Carlisle and M/n never really talked about what would happen between them. They were happy and they loved each other that much was clear. But Carlisle was immortal and M/n wasn’t, they’d have to make a decision soon about it.
Carlisle was conflicted. Part of him wanted M/n to stay human. To never experience what being a vampire was like, to not experience the pain and heartache that came with it. Let M/n live a long and fulfilling life. But then there was another, tiny, piece of Carlisle that was selfish. That wanted M/n to turn so they could be together forever, so they’d never have to say goodbye. Just them in love for eternity.
It was always these moments that got to him. When M/n was asleep and Carlisle was left to think. He didn’t need sleep and could have found a way to distract himself...but he never wanted to leave M/n’s side. He was unsure of how much longer he’d have moments like this with M/n, so he was going to spend as much time with him as possible.
As if no time passed at all, Carlisle’s watch ticked. It was time for him to get ready for work. It didn’t take him long, pretty much no time at all to get ready but still, he didn’t want to wake M/n.
He let out a small satisfied noise giving his husband one last look before slowly trying to get out of bed. Just one foot after the other. Victory, he got out of bed without waking M/n. Once that was out of the way he quietly got changed. Sure he could have used his speed to quickly get changed and already, but that ran the risk of waking M/n and he wasn’t risking that.
After a couple of minutes, Carlisle had completely changed into his doctor’s outfit, the coat didn’t go on till later. There was the sound of shuffling and Carlisle knew his efforts were all for nothing. He turned and smiled at M/n who was slowly opening his eyes. “Hey. Off to work already?”
“Yes. Sorry, I was trying not to wake you.” He walked over and sat on the bed letting a hand land on M/n’s blanket-covered leg.
“You didn’t. I think I’m just used to your schedule now...at least the one that’s somewhat normal.” By now M/n was starting to really wake up.
Carlisle laughed a bit seeing M/n’s bedhead. He moved his hand to run it through his hair. “I’ll be home later. What’s the plan for you today?”
“Oh, I have things I can do. I’ll just have to take my pick.”
Carlisle only smiled hearing that. He must have still had the thoughts from earlier on his mind cause M/n frowned at him. “What is it? What’s wrong?” The man shook his head and patted M/n’s leg. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Alright…”
Carlisle leaned in and gave M/n a kiss before standing up. “I’m off. I’ll be home later.”
“Alright, but when you get home we’re going to talk about what’s bothering you.”
“Deal.” Carlisle had to admit it. It was probably time to have a talk about what the future held. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous it was a big thing and it scared him. Both choices did. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
But no matter what the future held, Carlisle was happy for what he had now. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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red ties that connect two souls with a unique love but if one does not accept the love of the other the rejected person will have the disease of red roses, a disease that generates flowers inside and outside the person there are three ways to cure the disease the person can fall in love with another and be reciprocated, or whoever rejected them can love them back, or the saddest method: surgery ,after surgery the person will never be able to love again, if none of the methods are used the rejected person will die of a broken heart and put roses on their body until reaching the heart, the person will die in a painful and sad way without true love and with a unique pain, roses will grow in the body, the person's throat will be scratched by the thorns of the roses, at first they will be mild symptoms such as headache and discomfort in the body, but for these mild symptoms to become a deathbed very quickly, there is a legend that a gentle, kind and courageous heart can heal itself, but for that it is a long journey to have the cure that is a blue flower and red and yellow, blue the color of sadness and calm, red the color of love and anger, yellow the color of happiness and courage

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