#just Cassandra Dimitrescu things

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

i drew this in the most unromantic way possible please understand that ethan is just their miserable wet cat they found outside in the snow

[the-insomniac-emporium]

*a thunk against the window*

gasp! more Valentines, delivered by everybody's favorite crow!!!

(Cornelius art by myself, all other sprites from Resident Lover, credit to the wonderful @dead-finches)

and the promised templates are available under the cut (there's a lot):

[caitlynmeow]

Lmao I really love how canonically Alcina said this to her daughters:

@ Bela: “I expect results.”

@ Cassandra: “you’re my daughter, act like it.”

And then there is Daniela and Alcina is just “have fun!”

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Nobody:

Literally anyone dating one of the daughters:

[valleynix]

Also hey! I'm back and I have a request. Not sure if this would be better as HCs or like a short story? Anyways, I was wondering could you whip up something about if y/n got attacked/infected by a lycan? Similar to how Leonardo did in RE8. Plus how the Dimitrescu's, Alcina included, would handle this or how they'd react? A heavy handed sprinkle of 👺angst✨ pls

i'm so sorry this took so long! i really wanted to get chapter ten out before i answered y'all's asks </3

anyways! imma do this as a short story and hope it's satisfactory :D

They all thought it was just another day in the castle.

It's hard to say what, exactly, went wrong first. The fact that you left by yourself to go to the village? The fact that no one even knew you were gone longer than you should've been?

It was later in the evening, just after sunset, when you stumbled your way back into the castle. It was Daniela that spotted you first after smelling the blood and seeing the dark red trail you’d left behind on her mother’s marble floor. 

She manages to get you to your guest room, hands shaking and voice wobbling while she tries to explain that she’ll be right back, she just has to find someone to help, don’t you dare die on her-

You whine and groan in pain on the bed, tears leaking from your eyes as you writhe and try to keep your hand pressed against the large gash on your abdomen. You think part of your shoulder is missing, and you vaguely remember a lycan biting you there on your way back to the castle. 

Daniela manages to find Cassandra first, dragging her up to your room with panicked and incoherent sentences. The middle Dimitrescu has no idea what she’s saying - she can’t decipher this one - but she follows without resistance when she hears the fear in her little sister’s voice. 

She smells the blood as soon as she enters your room.

She demands Daniela find her mother and Bela as she makes her way to you, breath shuddering as she releases it and attempts to figure out what the hell happened. You’re sweating despite your body clearly shivering, and your voice while you whine almost sounds... distorted? 

Cassandra doesn’t have a lot of time to think about what it could be. She just knows that you’re bleeding more than you should and she will lose you soon if she doesn’t do something.

It’s easy to assume she would be calm and collected while she tries to help you as best she knows how, but as soon as Daniela is gone, she breaks.

She’s never let a human into her heart the same way she has with you, and she will never forgive you if you leave her like this. 

You fight against her as she tries to help you and wrap your wounds, something that baffles her. She’s not in her right mind right now, not after seeing you like this, so she doesn’t understand why you want her to get away from you. She’s helping you, don’t you get it?

After she’s managed to bandage your wounds as best she can with what she had, you end up backing away and off the bed, hitting the floor hard as you curl into a ball. You sob and whine and groan and she just... doesn’t understand.

She can’t think of anything that would affect you like this, but she doesn’t know human diseases as well as she should.

Daniela arrives soon after with Bela and Alcina in tow, both equally confused at the youngest’s incoherent babbling. When they see Cassandra pacing and biting at her nails near where you’re struggling to breathe on the floor, both snap into action.

Alcina asks all sorts of questions, offended when you try to kick her away with a whined, “Stay... away...”

Bela manages to grab a hold of you and pin you against her, even as you writhe and beg to be let go, for them to get away from you. It’s like you know something they don’t, and all four of them wonder why you won’t tell them.

It’s about an hour later that Alcina realizes why you wanted to get them away from you.

She’s sent her daughters away so she can figure out what’s happened in peace, but not before she had one of the maids bring something to help you sleep. She studied you as best she could, felt your clammy skin, tried her best to ease your shakes. 

It was an hour later that you woke, and Alcina had to come to a decision quickly.

At first, you seemed fine. You sat up, moved your head around despite keeping it bowed and your features out of her sight. You lift your hands like you’ve never seen them before, and she simply watches you come back to your body from what she hopes was just a high fever.

You mumble her name, but... You don’t sound right. 

Alcina tenses in her chair, brows furrowing when you finally lift your head.

As soon as she sees your silver eyes, she knows you’re passed the point of no return.

A low growl sounds from your throat, and she fully expects you to come after her, to attack the first thing you see. However, you give her one hopeless look before you’re bolting off the bed and nearly tearing your door from its hinges in your attempt to escape.

You run into Bela first, who stops you in the middle of the hallway before you can actually get away. You’ve retained some of your humanity, but its slipping from your grip fast, and you don’t want to hurt any of them. 

She tries to help you, not understanding you’re mere minutes away from losing everything. You try to bat her away, growl and snap your teeth, but she persists. 

In the end, it’s Cassandra that knocks you out cold when she finds you and Bela fighting in one of the hallways. You had such a feral look on your face, blood dripping from your chin from where you’d bitten into Bela’s forearm in an attempt to incapacitate her.

You wake in the cellar, hours later.

They know you don’t remember anything. They know what happens to humans that are turned into lycans, either intentionally or through infection. 

Humans simply aren’t strong enough to withstand the change and come back unscathed.

Alcina tries to get Miranda to help, tries to get her to do something while her daughters sit with you, occasionally bringing you a maid to devour when you seem a little more ravenous for them than usual.

It hurts Daniela the most to see you like this. She tries to get you to recognize her and to see what’s become of you, but nothing works. She reads you some of her favorite books, barely able to keep it together when you just pace around your cell and growl lowly. 

Once, she’d gotten a little too close to the iron bars one night, and after having you grab a hold of her necklace and rip it off, she learned where not to step. 

Bela tries to see you when she’s not researching how to fix you. She tries everything, reads every book she can in the library, but she finds nothing.

When it’s just the two of you, she’ll sit nearby and try not to sob as she tells you about her day like she usually would. She brings her knees close to her chest, tears pricking her eyes as she attempts to recount her day as much as she can. She refuses to look at you, though; she knows she won’t be able to leave your side if she does.

Cassandra simply ignores you. 

It’s not that she wants to. She just... doesn’t know how to process this. She walks passed your cell like you’re not in it, ignores your vaguely human cries and pleas to be let out. She knows there’s no coming back from what you are.

There is one night, after everyone is asleep, that she comes to visit you. She stands outside of your cell door, watching as you pace and huff and growl. You’re nothing more than a chimeric mutant, just like she is, but...

She wishes you would have retained some of your sanity. It’s hard to talk to you about her day and how she currently feels when all you do is whine and hiss at her.

Alcina returns a few days later, asking to be alone with you after her meeting with Miranda.

She already knew the outcome, but to hear it... 

There was nothing to be done. Miranda could try to reverse what had happened to you, but there was no guarantee you would ever be the same or that your body would even survive the experiment. 

“The best thing to do for them is to let them go,” she’d said. “If you really love them, you won’t keep them suffering in a body that they no longer have control over.”

Alcina knows this, and while she makes the journey back to her castle, taking more time than she should, she comes to a decision.

She remembers a time, weeks ago, when you’d asked her such a silly question. Something about her not letting you suffer in the event you were injured beyond repair, and while she never really thought twice about it, it’s all she can think of now.

She doesn’t want you to suffer.

Alcina Dimitrescu is not a kind woman, but were she any more selfish, she would have kept you just so she still had you. She can’t let you go, but she knows she has to for your sake.

She spends hours in the cellar, talking to you like she used to as tears stream down her cheeks. She fidgets with a vial in her hand, something that would drift you into an endless slumber if she were to give it to you.

She thinks twice about her decision.

Debates if this is the right choice.

Shouldn’t she try harder to bring you back, to save you?

Isn’t that what you would want?

But when she looks at you and sees nothing behind those silver eyes, she knows what she has to do.

She calls her daughters to her, asking Bela and Cassandra to hold you back while she pours the vial’s contents down your throat. You fight and jerk in their grips, but even now, they’re still much stronger than you could ever hope to be.

Thirty minutes later, you become sluggish. You’d kept your eyes on them the entire time, even as they treated you like they always did, asking you questions you had no way of answering.

Alcina lets you out of the cell to hold you in her arms when you fall to your knees. Whatever poison she’d given you was taking effect, and she wouldn’t let you go out alone.

Her daughters hold onto some part of you, tears in their eyes as they watch you become less and less conscious. Bela holds your hand tightly, sitting beside her mother as she bites her tongue to keep from sobbing. Cassandra clenches her jaw as she grips onto your bicep for dear life, hoping and praying she’ll wake up from this nightmare.

Daniela sits between her mother’s legs, keeping both her hands on your thighs. She remains the quietest of everyone, and she thinks she’s just in shock. While she knows humans are fragile, she never expected the day to come when you would leave her.

Forty minutes after, they all hear your heartbeat slowing until nothing is left. It’s like you’d just fallen asleep, and it was the most peaceful they’ve ever seen you. Eyes closed, head tucked into Alcina’s chest, surrounded by the four women you so dearly loved.

After some time, Alcina place you in a coffin in the chapel. She buries the one dagger that could kill her there with you, hoping you would keep it safe, even in the afterlife. 

They all leave your things untouched and unbothered in your room, something they forbid the maids to enter lest they disturb something. They’ll each visit it from time to time, reminiscing when you were still there with them, imagining what you would say to the situations they’ve found themselves in.

They make peace with what’s happened, though they don’t forget you. They don’t dare. Bela and Daniela will often read in your room in the hopes you’ll hear them, and Cassandra will leave little weapons or trinkets she’s made in your favorite places, hoping you’d see them and know she still thinks of you.

Alcina spends the most time in your room, wine glass in hand, talking as if you’d never left in the first place. She knows it’s not healthy, but she doesn’t know how to cope with losing another person she thought would be by her side for a long time. 

It’s difficult, and they do struggle to even bring you up without nearly bringing themselves to tears, but they manage.

After all, it seems that months later, they’re bound to join you again, anyway. 

[bisexualstegosaurus]

I've done a terrible thing.

I found a spider and I named him Gerard the Third

I put him in my hand and took him down the slide and he flew out of it. I killed him unintentionally. I just-

Do y’all thing the lords have any remorse after killing bugs?

[virtuetovice]

ive seen this commonly accepted as canon but where in the game does it say alcina was the one who killed her daughters? pretty sure the only thing to go by in the game is a photo (or drawing?) of miranda infecting one of them with the cadou (looks like daniela)

like i know she oversaw the transformation

is there something in the game that I missed or just what people assume?

[wolvekt]

some dimitrescu sketches . loving women hours

[moonysreid]

the dimitrescu’s + donna’s favourite part of your body:

disclaimers: female reader, sfw, simply short little headcanons, not proofread

thank you @willalove75 for the help with alci <3

alcina:

- your thighs

- oh this woman is absolutely obsessed with every inch of you but there’s just something else about your thighs

- she loves how, thank to her size, her hands can spread across and grip your thighs (she’s definitely not one to complain if her hand print just so happens to stay imprinted in red afterwards)

- when she stressed she will often lay on with her head on your lap as she smokes, her claims are that a lady of her status needs the finest of pillows and your thighs are just that

- it just helps that they always seem to be warm

- is the first one to squash any insecurities you have about them. she’ll sit you on the end of her bed as she kneels in front of you (you’re the only one she kneels for) and kiss every imperfection you think you have

bela:

- your eyes

- she’s read too many romance novels to know that the eyes can tell a lot about someone’s emotions and she loves that with yours she’s able to do exactly that

- bela will often claim that she can simply stare into your eyes for an endless amount of time

- loves that she never sees any fear in your eyes especially after she comes home after hunting

- after times where she feels like she’s disappointed her mother she’ll look into your eyes in order to calm herself down

- she’s obsessed with the way your eyes sparkle and light up when she gifts you things like a new book

cassandra:

- your hands

- she will take any opportunity to hold them

- often lets you wear her rings just so she has an excuse to put them on you and then fiddle with them whenever she’s bored

- practically drools when she hands you her sickle just so she can’t watch the way in which you grip it

- loves how warm they are compared to hers, cass won’t admit it but she loves it when you cup her cheeks in your hands

- cass secretly craves the moments when the two of you lay together and your hands gently untangle her hair

daniela:

- your boobs

- there’s no denying dani is like a little overexcited puppy and that exactly how she is around you… and your boobs

- claims that they are like her personal pillows, occasionally stress balls when needed

- her constant staring at them isn’t primarily in the lustful way people would presume

- however sometimes when donna creates you a dress that has a lower neckline than your others dani can’t help but stare

- it doesn’t matter how excited she is though she’ll always ask you before she touches them (doesn’t mean she won’t sulk around the castle with a pout when you say no)

- she’ll struggle to sleep if she isn’t able to lay with her head on your chest

donna:

- your arms

- donna feels the safest and most calm when she’s wrapped up in your arms

- absolutely cannot sleep unless she’s cuddled up with your arms around her waist

- won’t admit it but gets the slightest bit jealous when angie clings to your arms for the majority of the day

- but at the same time she loves that you carry and interact with angie and the rest of the dolls, donna will often find you walking around with two or three dolls hanging off of your arms

- can’t get enough of the way your arms flex when you’re holding a load of fabrics and such from the duke

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

the woobification of the lords is something ill never be able to wrap my head around 😭 its insane to me how people can have such a horrible interpretation of events and characters based off of what we have in the actual game

let me start off by saying that ALL FOUR LORDS DID HORRIBLE THINGS (INCLUDING THE DIMITRESCU DAUGHTERS) !

lady dimitrescu isnt some gentle giant who only hates men and loves women and treats them like queens and she just loves living a quiet life with her daughters, she kills and tortures people 😭😭 she like actively killed her maids and drank their blood 😭 they have a basement that has so much blood in it that it goes up to ethans THIGHS

they are muderous and SADISTIC, including the daughters

the woobfication of the dimitrescu daughters is always the most confusing to me. their faces are literally covered in BLOOD 😭😭 they chase ethan around and stab him will laughing and giggling, cassandra literally calls it a HUNT, it is fun to them and they enjoy it

people always try to frame it as ethan breaking into their homes while they are scared and afraid 😭 i can assure you that nobody is afraid of him at first 😭 they dont think hes an actual threat, thats why they toy with him. and dont act like they were unaware of what he wanted. they were all present at the family meeting with miranda, they were all present when they JARRED rosemary 😭 they know what ethan wants, they know who ethan is, to frame them as "minding their own business" is the most absurd interpreation you could make of them

they were all involved, they all knew what he wanted, and they all HAD what he wanted

you can feel sympathy for lady D, when she cries for her daughters with tears in her eyes, she loved them, they were her family, but you cannot deny the hypocrisy. "how can you kill my daughters for your own!" you have his daughters head in a pickle jar! her daughters werent innocent defenless babies who were scared of big ol ethan stomping around in their house, they have weapons! they wanted to hurt him, and they did, and when he fought back he won

i cannot stress enough that in every single fight, ethan is not the first to strike. he is either backed into a corner where its either his life or theirs, or he is literally being tortured/ chased around, what do you want him to do? these people have pieces of his baby, should he have lied down and died?? 😭

whenever ethan is in a situation where the other person isnt stabbing him in the abdomen 100 times he tries to HELP them 😭 he tries to help absoulute strangers of a village he doesnt even know while he knows his own daughter is missing, even when the stranger is also a jerk to him 😭 he wants allies, he isnt actively trying to make enemys, and before you cry "karl heisenberg!" im getting there...

the thing that bothers me with how people treat donna is that although she isnt the WORST she gets woobfied the MOST imo, like she is the ONLY lord (other than karl but hes a outlier because he wanted ethan to come over so they could make out on his bed) who actively lures ethan in, miss dimitrescus, yeah sure u could say that he trespassed, same with moreau, but donna literally LURES HIM IN with hallucinations of his DEAD WIFE, then OPENS THE DOOR for him and TAKES HIM DOWN THE ELEVATOR

she is literally one of the people who ACTIVELY leads him to where she is

she also uses psychological puzzles , like making ethan perform surgery on a wooden doll of his wife and making him run away from a monster that cries like a baby and calls him "dada" 😭 she did not need to do any of that... like at all 😭 she did it because she wanted to 😭 she is by no means innocent at all

she toyed with him for literally no reason other than her own desire and then ethan doesnt even intentionally kill her. he is in a situation where is his trapped in the house and has to find angie, the doll, to avoid being attacked by dolls with like 100 knives stapled onto them

its only when he defeats angie its revealed that he had actually stabbed DONNA. he didnt even intentionally kill her 😭

then moreau... poor moreau... 😭

moreau in my opinion is one of the more sympathetic lords. whoever he was in his life pre cadou has no influence or impact on his life post cadou, the cadou just wrecked his brain functions

all he is is just mirandas minion at this point, he only wants to please her and doesnt really think about anything else for himself 😭

i dont have much to say about moreau because theres not really many people who woobfiy him or pay him any attention really 😭 though i will say he was very unabashedly evil 😭 he did horrible things, such as eating the fishermen and his experiments with the cadou on the villagers, he did it for mirandas approval but its not a excuse for it, hes still a villian 😭 now we are onto karl.... this guy... the woobification of him is insane 😭 first of all, something i dont see people acknowledge is that he actually HAS killed villagers! no he doesnt just use dead bodies (which btw isnt really a step up 😭 some of u set the bar too low man) the lycan gauntlet that he made ethan run through? yeah, he used that before! he has an entire PA system set up in it! he has lights and huge spikey metal death traps! he did not make all of that just for ethan just to "play appearances" for miranda. there were other people who went through that. and they DIED!

their deceased bodies are still in there! karl is messed up and eccentric 😭 it makes him fun, let him be messed up and evil 😭 and yes, karl used DEAD bodies instead of killing people who were alive, so surely that makes him far less evil right?

WRONG! 😭

HE CONSIDERED USING LIVE BODIES FOR THE SOLDATS 😭

karl really isnt a good person, he has reasons for the things he does, he wants to take down miranda and i dont think hed be creating undead zombies in the first place if it werent for her ruining his life but that isnt justification, its just an explanation for why he does what he does. he has a sympathetic back story and motives but you cant erase what he did, hes a villain! he tries to use a baby as a weapon!!! all 4 of the lords are villains, and instead of making other characters worse to uplift your favorite character that did something bad, you can just accept that the character you like did bad things 😭 they are all fictional, if i like moreau it does not mean i endorse eating fishermen 😭 you can like a character that is flawed, or evil, or did insanely messed up things because its RESIDENT EVIL. they are EVIL! they do bad things! like im sorry! but if your fave has a villains wiki it probably means they did some bad things! 😭

i wish people would be able to enjoy a character without entirely dismissing the bad things they did. its okay to like a character that does bad things, its ok to find them interesting and fun! but you cant deny what actually happens in games to try and make them appear as innocent. you dont have to justify every little thing that they do, just accept them as a whole!

of course this doesnt apply to AUs or just posting for fun. you can change media to be what you want to make it more fun. im going to draw lady dimitrescu treating ethan like a unwanted family pet. does that mean that i think she would really do that in canon? no! she would bite him and then tie him up like a pinata and give her daughters blindfolds and bats!

but people need to be able to recognize that fanon is NOT canon.

this post is about canon interpretations,

this is just addressing people who genuinely believe that those kinds of portrayals of the character is an ACCURATE portrayal, because its not.

[mrswint3rs]

Best Friends Older Sister

pairing- MODERN AU Bela Dimitrescu x Fem! reader

summary- You and your best friend’s sister have some unspoken chemistry

a/n- i was gonna do more with this but lost motivation

25 days of kinkmas day 5 - slight sadomasochism stuff ig

NSFW WARNING:

                 contains- Mentions of reader having family problems/insecurities, oral sex (f!receiving), dom! bela sub! reader, slight sadism ig, clit pinching, forbidden romance/lust, mutual lusting, slight age gap (Reader is 19 and Bela is 24)

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You've been best friends with the middle Dimitrescu sister, Cassandra. For as long as you can remember. Having met through high-school as misfits, the two of you became instant friends.

You even went to the same college when you got older. Even though you were drastically different in many ways, you understood each-other with ease. You told each-other everything. Be it life struggles, random thoughts, or whatever else. You trusted one another with everything.

But there was one thing you couldn't bring yourself to tell her despite all this. You had an undeniable attraction to her older sister, Bela. You told yourself you would never act on it, never thought you'd have a chance. Bela was like a walking goddess. Her black lipstick perfect, never cracking. Along with her pale skin and dark makeup so bewitching and her gothic style. Her eyes, beautifully golden, spoke so many words. Especially when they looked at you.

Cass lived with two sisters, Daniela, and Bela. You'd known the three for about as long as you'd known Cassandra. They were all similar in style, but they didn't stick out to you as much as the eldest did. It wasn't just her looks or the way she carried herself. You were drawn to her sensible demeanor. She simply knew what she was doing and exactly what she wanted. She was intimidating, yet enticing.

You always had troubles with fitting in until you met Cassandra and her family. They were unique but they felt like home, never judging you.

In a way, the Dimitrescu household was like a second home to you. You often stayed over when you got a break from college. You absolutely despised staying in the school dorms. Your roommate was insufferable. Your personalities and different living habits constantly clashed. It was just easier to stay with the sisters who you actually got along with.

They always made things interesting, not like most people. You've spent a few holidays with them even. You weren't very close with your own family after moving away, nor did you have any siblings growing up. It was fun with them. The way they constantly bickered with each other over the dumbest things. And they included you.

It's been a few weeks since you've been over. Mostly because of upcoming midterms, but also because of your growing guilt.

You'd always told yourself nothing would happen with Bela, as much as you wanted something to happen. You told yourself it was just a meaningless crush. Nothing more, nothing less. Even with all the glances you shared, her constant teasing of you. You didn't think you had a chance anyway. Not to mention, you felt like it was weird to have feelings for your best friend's sister. You thought she was out of your league. She was older, so sure of herself. You were in shock when something did happen, and Bela was the one to instigate it.

As usual you were over at the house, waiting for Cass to get off work. Daniela was out, leaving you and Bela alone.

That's when she kissed you. Not just a simple kiss, but one that was full of pent up desire. It was intense, after the awkward small talk and side eye glances. She knew how you felt, you made it so obvious. She noticed everything. The way you were constantly staring at her thinking you were being subtle, and how nervous and red faced you got at her teasing. But you never noticed how she was looking back. That passionate moment between you was cut short at the sound of Daniela's car pulling into the driveway. Bela pulled her lips from yours with a smirk. You were completely caught off guard and didn't know what to say. Yet she was so calm, acting as if nothing happened as Daniela came inside.

You ended up going home later that night, not saying a word about it to Cass. You could hardly believe it happened yourself. You couldn't get it off your mind. It felt so wrong yet so right at the same time.

Even three weeks later, you couldn't stop thinking about the interaction. It was just a kiss.

Your thoughts were later quelled at the sound of your phone. Cassandra texted, asking you to come over. You knew you couldn't avoid her forever, so you agree. You didn't want her to think you were cutting her off or something.

When you pull into the driveway you find Cassandra's car isn't there. You don't think too much of it as you head inside. But you notice Cass really wasn't there, only Bela.

"Well, look who it is." she taunts with a playful grin. "I was scared you'd avoid me forever.."

You're utterly confused. Cass was the one who asked you to come over, yet she's nowhere to be seen. "Where's everyone at?" you ask, completely avoiding the confrontation of what happened the last time you were over.

"Cass is at work for the next hour or so." She replies, "Daniela is over at a 'friends' house. So it's just us, little one."

That didn't make much sense. Why would Cass invite you over if she was at work? She could sense your confusion. "But I got a text...?"

"She left her phone at home by mistake," she giggles, "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. I missed you, and she's the only one who has your number."

She was being so direct with you, unlike her usual teasing. She always left you questioning whether or not you were just being too hopeful.

"Why?" You ask. She laughs at your question. You were so visibly anxious, just standing there in the doorway awkwardly.

"You poor thing, so clueless." She teases. "Why don't we go to my room and I'll just show you why. Unless you can't handle it?"

Your heart almost stops. Her tone was so seductive, there's no way to misinterpret it this time. She was making her intentions known.

You put your fears aside and follow her to her bedroom. You'd stayed over many times but you'd never been in her private space. Even her room was beautiful. She had a queen sized bed, complimented with red and black satin bedding. Everything in there matched her aura perfectly.

You get comfortable on her mattress, removing your shoes and laying back. She soon joins you. "Comfy?"

Without answering, you act on impulse, pulling her in for a kiss. You're hoping you weren't reading too much into it. Your overthinking stops once she reciprocates, moving on top of you and bringing a hand up to cup your jaw. Her lips were so pleasingly soft, but her movements were rough. Her teeth took hold of your lower lip, teasingly tugging before diving back in and kissing you deeply.

You moan softly into her mouth as it goes on to be more heated. You start to get more secure beneath her, letting your hands wander up her back of her shirt.

"Mnn...finally gaining some confidence are we?" She pulls away smiling pridefully. "Why don't we spice things up a bit, little one? Be a good girl and strip for me."

Your face flushes once more but you don't hesitate to obey. Quickly, you remove your top, letting it fall to the floor.

"Such a pretty girl," she praises, "and you're mine, aren't you?" She watches proudly as you remove the remainder of your clothes, awaiting your answer.

"Yes ma'am...all yours." You were fully unsheathed for her. You prayed that you wouldn't be interrupted this time. You'd dreamed of this, never expecting it to become reality. But it was. You were bare, dripping on her bed, with her ready between your thighs.

She grins, seeing the anticipation in your eyes before pressing a few soft kisses to your clit. She was just teasing you with the heat of her breath.

"You want it?" Bela queries and you nod eagerly. She knew you wanted it, she just wanted you to say it. "Ask nicely." She urges.

You felt a bit skittish and on the spot. You're hesitant to speak the words she wants to hear aloud. But with a cruel pinch to your clit, your mouth opens, letting out a pained whine.

"P-please!" you cry as she keeps a tight squeeze on you. "Please what? Don't be shy, you can say it." She was thoroughly enjoying the way you were squirming.

"Please, I want you to eat my pussy.." You cave at her sadistic disciplining.

"There you go, lovely. Was that so hard?" She releases your clit, still grinning slyly. She loved the raw sounds you made when you were impelled. Along with that look of fear in your eyes. But as much as she loved tormenting you, she wanted to please you first. Your cunt was so wet and needy in front of her face.

"Your pretty pussy has been lonely lately, huh? You're such a needy little thing I can tell it's been a while since you've been touched." Despite her tantalization, knowing you were craving her so much turned her on greatly.

She finally gives in and plunges her face into your wet heat. The way you mewl drives her mad. Her tongue laps at every fold and crevice, wanting to taste every part of you.

She groans into you as she feels your hand desperately gripping her hair. You couldn't help it with the way she was devouring you. Every flick of her tongue was determined. She wanted to give you something memorable, so she'd stay on your mind always. She couldn't stand the feeling of you avoiding her. You were hers.

She sucks and laps at your clit furiously, she couldn't get enough of your sweet sounds. Your thighs clenched together so tightly against her as you writhed. Even more so when she spreads you further, licking at your most sensitive glands.

"F-fuck, gonna cum..." you whimper, your hips thrashing wildly. This only urges her to throw in her fingers. Her tongue continues in a gratifying pattern, while simultaneously finger fucking you into your orgasm.

You cream around her fingers, your walls convulsing as you reach your peaks. Your throat was dry from the heavy breathing and cries escaping it.

"Aww, what a mess," she taunts as she departs from you. "What do you say, hm?"

"T-thank you.." you manage to respond.

"Mhm, good girl. Maybe next time, I'll let you try and please me. Cass is going to be home soon. Don't worry though lovely, it'll be our secret."

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[caitlynmeow]

Daniela: I was doing fine in math until algebra. It is the devil’s work, okay? Why are there letters there? Why are letters replacing numbers now?

Cue her going to Alcina to help. Alcina puts her glasses on and looks at it for a few minutes.

Alcina: This is absolute nonsense. Go get Cassandra.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

RL Fluff Relationship Hcs

(A/N- We need more fluff in this fandom, like DAMN THE ANGST BE SAD ;-;)

(Characters Included- Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, and Donna)

(Warning: Mild swearing and of course fluff)

🫀Bela Dimitrescu🫀

- She is your shield. She tries her hardest to keep you safe from any danger the best she can.

- When you’re out somewhere together and she sees that you’re cold she will take off her jacket and have you put it on saying that she insists. Then will wrap one arm around your waist to provide extra warmth.

- This girl can cook. She secretly loves it when you go up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist while she’s cooking.

- Keeps every single gift you give her and cherishes each memory it holds.

- In the middle of the night, when both of you can’t sleep, she likes to talk to you and reminiscence on shared memories together. Sometimes she tells you stories about the funny things Cass and Dani did when they were kids.

☕️Cassandra Dimitrescu☕️

- This flirt makes it her goal to make sure that you get flustered at least three times a day.

- It’s RARE to get her flustered but if you succeed in getting her all flustered, it is truly a wonderful sight to see.

- She loves to tell you about the latest performance she did and how she feels about them (majority of the time she’s very happy with the outcome of the performance)

- Okay but imagine stargazing with Cassandra. Or walking through the forest with her while she tells you dramatic stories about her life.

- If you go watch her perform without telling her, she would be so surprised and give you a wink before getting her shit together and proceeds on with the play.

🛹Daniela Dimitrescu🛹

- Friends to lovers trope. (Well more like BEST friends to lovers)

- When the both of you go to a party she’ll always have her eyes on you in admiration and adoration. She just loves seeing you so happy.

- Tells all of her skater bros and family about you. They know almost everything about you because of her rambling sessions about you.

- She is always able to make you laugh, especially when you two are hanging out with Angie (the chaos between those two is hilarious)

- Loves to show off some of her skating tricks. If you praise her for them she would give you the biggest smile. Her smile is so damn contagious.

💐Donna Beneviento💐

- This woman loves you so very much.

- At the beginning of your relationship she feared that you’ll leave her one day (give this poor girl a hug) BUT after lots of reassurance from you, she starts to believe that you won’t leave.

- She loves giving you hugs. Whenever she hugs you she’s always a bit tense but she still gives the BEST hugs (prove me wrong)

- The first time y’all had an heart-to-heart conversation about how much you love each other, she got so happy that she cried tears of happiness.

- If you have any scars, stretch marks, freckles, or whatever she likes to trace and kiss them softly. It’s her way of showing you that she loves every single part of you.

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[valleynix]

What if the reason both Daniela and Bela have sidecuts is that Bela did it first then Daniela copied her? Like, she wanted to imitate her oldest sister because she loves her so much. Cassandra doesn't seem to think as highly of Bela as her little sister does, so it'd make sense she wouldn't care to follow her example

PLEASE THATS LITERALLY SO CUTE, i imagine after the rebirthing process, Bela probably kept a little bit of a side shave while Cass grew hers back out. Dani comes around, sees how Bela presents herself and her style, and she starts copying her in subtle ways at first. she compares herself to Bela in the mirror, puffs out her chest and fixes her hair to look like her oldest sister, and she just goes, “just like Bels >:)”

(meanwhile, Cassandra: 🙄✋)

[willalove75]

Alcina request - reader does labor while she watches from the shadows (or maybe her balcony) + nsfw thoughts of reader. Y/n is cutting wood for the fireplaces so the maids can keep the castle warm for the daughters <3

Love this!! Thanks so much for the request!!💕💕

Lets get into it!!

Warnings: masturbation

18+ Only Minors DNI

The morning sun was low in the sky on this chilly Sunday afternoon. Fall has begun to give way to winter so the Dimitrescu girls have been locked inside of the castle until spring.

Lady Dimitrescu is sitting at her vanity wrapped in one of her robes fixing her hair. In her head she's going over all of the things that need to get done, deciding which tasks on her to-do list can wait until tomorrow. It's not often where the Countess gets a day to relax so when the opportunity arises, she does what she can to take advantage of the situation.

*THWACK*

The Lady is pulled from her thoughts when she hears the sound. Pausing for a moment she goes back to the list in her head.

*THWACK*

She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to remain calm.

*THWACK*

Bringing her fingers to the bridge of her nose she prays that the noise outside her bedroom window stops. She doesn't hear the noise for a few seconds and picks up her teacup.

*THWACK*

Lady Dimitrescu all but slams her teacup down and walks over to the windows.

*THWACK*

Unable to see where the sound is coming from, she steps out onto her terrace and looks down. She's taken aback when she sees you raising an axe over your head driving it down and splitting a piece of wood.

*THWACK*

"What on the black gods green earth is she doing?" She mutters to herself.

Unless you work in the kitchens or are assigned to other important roles, usually all maids have off on Sundays to do what they please. Most make their way down to the village or spend time in the maids quarters. Some venture out to the library but for the most part the maids keep to themselves and relax. Watching you outside, in the cold, splitting wood on a Sunday morning was definitely out of the ordinary.

The cold air felt good on your heated skin as you chop the wood. You noticed that the wood pile was running low and the temperature was supposed to drop pretty drastically tonight. The girls, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela, can be hurt by the cold, killed even. It was something you learned early on when you started working at Castle Dimitrescu. In the late fall and winter all windows are to remain closed and every fireplace must be attended to. There's a few maids who are assigned the task but when you mentioned it to them this morning they waved it off and said that it was a problem for tomorrow and headed out to the village. It was something that rubbed you the wrong way, first of all, their tasks weren't complete. Secondly, it's not like running out of firewood would be harmless, it could kill the Countess' daughters. Yes, they were a lot to handle, a lot, but you couldn't understand why the maids thought it was okay in the least to even risk running out of firewood, especially when it's supposed to get so cold outside tonight. So you took it upon yourself to chop some wood, it's something you've done before, but haven't had to do often. You know you're going to be sore tomorrow but in your eyes it's worth it.

Chopping a few more logs you start to sweat more. Glancing around quickly you don't see anyone around so you pull your long sleeve shirt off and toss it aside leaving you in your pants and your camisole. For a moment the cold air bites at your exposed skin but the chill cools you off so much that it's refreshing.

Alcina watches you as you lay the axe against the stump you've been chopping the wood on. She's relieved for a brief second thinking that you're finished until you pull off your long sleeve shirt, wearing just a camisole underneath it. Watching you as you wipe the sweat from your brow, you grab the axe, put another log on the stump, raise your arms and swing.

*THWACK*

When the Countess was looking for a new handmaid you were in the running for the position. She ended up choosing another maid but now she can't quite remember why she didn't chose you. She is captivated as she watches you, she watches the muscles in your back and shoulders move with each swing, how the beads of sweat make your skin glisten in the morning sun, your strong arms, your delicate wrists. She pictures herself pinning your wrists above your head with your back against the wall. She lights a cigarette and closes her eyes, deeply inhaling, exhaling through her nose with a low growl.

*THWACK*

She opens her eyes again and watches you toss the logs onto the pile you've made so far. You've managed to chop a decent amount of wood for the short amount of time you've been out here. Deciding that a few more should do the trick, at least until tomorrow when the person who is supposed to keep the pile stacked refills the rest.

Lady Dimitrescu's attention is pulled away from you when she hears a small knock on her door.

*THWACK*

She turns and goes back inside, the door closing behind her.

Tossing the wood into the pile you see something out of the corner of your eye. Looking up you see the door to the Lady's terrace shut and movement in the window. The morning sun rays are reflecting off of the window too much for you to be able to see inside but you could have sworn that it was her. You begin to pick up the logs and bring them to the pile. Stacking logs in your arms, you go inside and start placing small piles near the fireplaces that are running low.

"Enter." Lady Dimitrescu says, taking a seat at her vanity.

Her new handmaid, Maria, comes in. A tray in her hands with a fresh pot of tea.

"Good morning my Lady."

"You can leave it over on the table." She says, waving in the direction of the table.

*THWACK*

"Is there anything else you need from me, my Lady?"

*THWACK*

Turning her head towards the sound once more Lady Dimitrescu takes a moment before she responds.

"Why is that maid chopping wood outside? I don't believe that is her assignment."

Walking over to the window Maria sees you.

"Oh, yes I saw her speaking to the maids this morning about that. She was gathering wood to tend to the fireplace and noticed that the pile was running low and when she talked to the girls that are responsible for keeping it stocked, they brushed her off and went down into the village. They said that's a 'tomorrow problem.'"

Lady Dimitrescu's eyes narrow at Maria.

"Do they know how cold it's supposed to get tonight?"

"Yes my Lady, y/n had mentioned it."

"And they know my daughters are susceptible to the cold? That it could very well kill them?" She says through gritted teeth.

"I'm not sure my Lady," Maria says nervously. "I don't want to assume, but given their assignment and the fact that every maid is made aware of that, I don't know how they don't."

A growl erupts from Lady Dimitrescu's chest, an anger bubbling inside of her. How can they not care about her daughters safety? About their lives when they were assigned to do the one task that keeps them safe.

"When the maids left, y/n took it upon herself to restock the wood pile, to at least have enough to last through the night." Maria says.

"Very well. That's all." The Countess says, dismissing the maid.

Lady Dimitrescu goes back to the window to find the axe laying against the stump, the logs you cut and the shirt you discarded gone. Her mind wanders back to the sight of you chopping wood. Your glistening, blemish free skin, how she would love to sink her teeth into it. How strong your back and arms looked as you wielded the axe above your head. Your beautiful face, your strong legs. A familiar feeling begins to develop between her legs deep in her core.

She's not sure if it's because of the fact that she hasn't been satisfied in a little while or because of how you looked out there, or because of how you went out of your way to make sure her daughters were safe. Or perhaps it was all of the above. All she knows is that if you were in front of her right now she would throw you onto her bed and ravish you.

The ache in her core grows so she decides to take care of herself before it gets too out of hand.

Making your way through the castle you replenish the wood in the library, the sitting rooms, and each of the girls bedrooms. You decide to take the last stack to the Lady's chambers since you had extra and her room was nearby.

Laying on her bed, her nightgown tossed aside, the Countess works her fingers in and out of herself, replaying the image of you in her head over and over again. Her other hand massages her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Just as she's beginning to feel her orgasm build there's a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" She asks, annoyed that she was interrupted.

"It's y/n, my Lady. I have extra firewood if you need for your room."

Lady Dimitrescu gets up and pulls her robe on, loosely tying it around her waist so she's covered, but open enough to leave little of her chest to the imagination.

The door opens and you look up to see the Countess. You have to snap your mouth shut when you look up to see her in her robe, her large breasts barely covered.

"Enter." She says standing aside. You walk into her room and place the wood next to her fireplace. The click of the door closing gets your attention and you turn to see the Countess slowly walking towards you, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Was that you I saw outside chopping wood this morning?" Her voice is stern.

You stare at her speechless. She did see you. You're not sure if you're afraid or aroused or both.

"Speak pet. I don't like to be kept waiting."

"Y-yes, my Lady."

"I heard you alerted the maids whose responsibility it is to keep the wood pile stocked that it was running low and that the temperature was going to drop significantly tonight, when they did nothing, you took it upon yourself to do another maids work. Is that correct?"

You're fucked, she's pissed, you know it.

"Yes my Lady." You say, your voice barely a whisper.

"Why?"

"Be-because I know the cold can be dangerous to the Ladies of the castle and I-I didn't want any harm to come to them."

You're convinced that she's going to end you right then and there.

"How sweet of you, my little pet." You're taken aback when you realize how soft her tone is. Expecting her to be condescending, you don't sense a hint of it in her voice. She steps up to you, her golden eyes boring into your soul. "Would you like your reward?"

"Reward?"

"Of course, you spent your day off doing physical labor to keep my daughters safe. What kind of Lady would I be if I don't offer you a reward for all of your hard work and dedication?" You stare at her blankly, unsure of what to say. "I'll give you a few options then. You can either take extra vacation days, receive a monetary reward, or, another special reward." Her long fingers dance along the edge of her robe, down her sternum, between her breasts. She pulls the robe open just a touch more and her fingers come to rest at the loosely tied knot at her waist. "So pet, what will it be?"

You feel like you're hallucinating, there's no way this is happening. Of course you've admired the Lady from afar, almost every maid has. But to have her offer you herself as a reward? Did the axe smack you in the head?

Lady Dimitrescu leans forward, her face just inches away from yours. Your eyes flicker to her breasts hanging in front of you, barely covered by her robe anymore. Her gold eyes steal your attention and you notice her pupils dilating.

"Which reward pet? I already told you once, I don't like to be kept waiting."

"Sorry my Lady." You say quietly. "Um," you want to say the special one but suddenly you feel horribly embarrassed. "I-I" Your cheeks turn a dark red that rivals the lipstick painted across her full lips.

"Cat got your tongue?" She teases, her voice low and velvety. The only thing you can do it nod. "Is it the vacation you want?" You shake your head "no." "The money?" Again, you shake your head "no." She smirks, analyzing your face. "Is it the special reward?" You shake your head "yes" this time. "Use your words little pet."

"Y-yes, my Lady. Please."

"Excellent."

She places her hand on your chest and pushes you against the wall in one swift motion. The air gets pushed out of your lungs when you're slammed against the wall. Lady Dimitrescu wraps her hand around your neck and lifts you up against the wall until you're eye level with her. To your surprise, she hasn't cut off your airflow, holding you tight enough to effortlessly lift you, but not enough to choke you. Her knee parts your legs and she presses it up into your core, a whine escaping your lips when you feel her push into you.

She releases your neck, keeping you pinned against the wall with her body weight and her leg. Grabbing your wrists, she pins them above your head against the wall with one of her hands, her other hand firmly grasping onto your waist under your shirt. Her lips brush against yours, you can feel her hot breath on your face. You feel your core begin to throb and hope she doesn't feel it against her leg. Lady Dimitrescu closes her eyes and inhales deeply, she can smell your arousal. Her pupils are blown out when she opens them, the corner of her lip curling just a little.

Her hand under your shirt leaves your skin and she brings two fingers to your lips. Parting them, she slides them into your mouth. Your eyes widen when you taste them, something on them, were you tasting her?

"I was in the middle of something when you knocked on the door. As disappointed as I was to be interrupted, I was happy to see that it was you. I'm sure you can taste what watching you out there did to me. How lucky am I that now I get to have you all to myself?"

She pulls her fingers from your mouth. You're only able to let out a small whine before her fingers are replaced with her tongue. She pulls back with your lower lip between her teeth, pulling a moan from your lips as she does it.

"Now I get to do all of the things I fantasized about."

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: The Dimitrescus (Alcina and her daughters) reacting to an s/o who has an extremely contagious laughter? 👀

Hell yeah, I love this. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

One day, as you lounged in the opulent library of castle Dimitrescu, you stumbled upon a dusty, old book that looked to have been penned centuries ago. The artwork and writing was so absurdly hilarious that you couldn’t contain yourself. Laughter erupted from your lips like a sudden storm, filling the room with infectious mirth.

You were doubled over and tears streamed down your face as you gasped for breath. The more you tried to stifle it, the harder you laughed.

Amid your uncontrollable laughter, you heard a soft, almost amused voice behind you. “What has you in such high spirits, draga?”

You turned your head, still chuckling, to see Alcina leaning gracefully against the library’s doorframe. Her golden eyes bore into you with a mixture of curiosity and affection.

Between bouts of laughter, you managed to choke out a response. “It’s this book, Alci. It’s absolutely ridiculous!” With great effort, you held up the book for her to see, it’s silly cover illustration only making you laugh harder.

Alcina couldn’t help but smile at your infectious giggles. She glided over and took a seat beside you, her fingers lightly tracing the spine of the book. “Ah, I remember reading this book once,” She said, clearly understanding what was cracking you up so much. As she looked at you, she smiled fondly. “I must admit, draga. Your laughter is quite… Contagious.”

Finally regaining control over yourself, you wiped away tears and turned to face her. “I’ve heard that my whole life, babe,” You grin.

Alcina’s eyes widened in surprise. This was a well-known trait of yours? How had she never realized this about you? It’s true, you two hadn’t been dating for too long, but… It made her wonder what other adorable quirks you might be hiding.

Alcina takes an even… Bigger interest in you from now on, wanting to know simply everything about you.

You’re not complaining.

Bela:

You and Bela had been together for a while and you couldn’t have been happier. Her imposing presence and beauty never failed to leave you in awe. But, there was one thing about you that always melted her cool exterior – Your laugh. It was extremely contagious and she loved it. However… She was unsure if you knew just how much she enjoyed hearing you laugh.

That all changed one evening as you two sat in her bedroom. You couldn’t contain your laughter. You were discussing something trivial, but once you started, it was impossible to stop. Your laughter echoed through the room.

Bela leaned in closer to you. "You have the most infectious laugh, baby,” She purred.

You blushed, immediately trying to stop laughing. You were suddenly worried she might be annoyed. “S-sorry, I can’t help it, babe. It just happens,” You said.

She reached over for you, her long, elegant fingers gently touching your hand. “I find it quite charming, really.”

Your eyes grew wide at her words. You were greatly relieved by this and felt yourself begin chuckling again.

This time, though, Bela couldn’t resist. Soft, melodic laughter escaped her, filling the room. It was a sound you rarely heard, and it was beautiful. Her laughter was like music, a contrast to her usually stoic demeanor.

As your laughter subsided, Bela leaned closer, her voice a soft whisper. “Your laugh is such a treasure to me. It brings so much light into my life. I hope you know that.”

You smiled, leaning in and giving her a soft kiss. “I do now, babe. I’m so glad.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night trying to make each other laugh.

It’s definitely one of your most precious memories now.

Cassandra:

You and Cass haven’t been together long, but her stern demeanor can be quite intimidating sometimes. She’s both elegant and calculated. But, it turns out that there’s one thing that will always break through her icy exterior… Your laugh.

You’ve been told by many people that you have an extremely contagious laugh. It’s not just a chuckle or a giggle either. It’s a full-on, hearty sound that fills the room. And Cass, well… She has a way of making you laugh often.

One evening, you find yourselves sitting together in the dimly lit library of castle Dimitrescu. The fireplace crackles, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Cass, as always, looks regal in her long, flowing gown. She’s reading a gushy romance novel Dani leant her and her brow is furrowed in concentration.

Then it happens. Cass says something that just absolutely cracks you up. She sniffs disdainfully after finishing a chapter in the book. “This author really needs to get laid,” She snarks at the rather poorly-written passage she just read. (A/N: Damn, is she reading one of my smut one-shots??)

Suddenly, the laughter bubbles up within you. You try to stifle it, but it’s futile. Your laugh erupts, echoing in the quiet library.

Cass looks up from her book, her golden eyes fixed on you. But then something incredible happens. She smiles. A faint, almost imperceptible curve of her lips, but it’s there.

Your laughter continues and you can’t stop yourself. Tears well up in your eyes as you laugh uncontrollably. 

Cass closes her book and sets it aside, her attention now fully on you. She watches you with a mixture of surprise and something that might be amusement.

Then, unexpectedly, Cass joins in. Her laughter is like a rare, precious gem. A sound you never thought you’d hear from her. It’s a soft, melodic laugh that harmonizes with your boisterous one. You laugh together, the library filling with the joyous sound of your shared happiness.

As your laughter subsides, Cass leans closer to you, her lips brushing against your ear. “Your laughter,” She whispers in that velvety voice of hers. “It’s like… A breath of fresh air in this dusty, old castle.”

You grin at her, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. Cassandra Dimitrescu has not only tolerated your contagious laughter, but embraced it. It’s a reminder that beneath her intimidating exterior, there’s a woman who can appreciate the simple things in life. 

You lean in to give her a kiss.

Daniela:

You’ve just told Dani a stupid joke and you can’t help but chuckle as you watch her beginning to lose her composure. Her striking golden eyes, framed by her long, fiery hair, crinkle as a big grin overtakes her features.

Dani, the silliest and most affectionate of her sisters, is known for her playful nature. She finds joy in life no matter what she’s doing, whether it’s chasing you around the castle or pulling a harmless prank.

As your laughter continues to spill out, she finally succumbs to it. “Oh, Y/N,” She says breathlessly as she cracks up. “You and that laugh of yours! It’s absolutely adorable!” She gushes.

You can’t help but laugh even harder at her words, causing her to break into a full-fledged giggle. It’s a beautiful sound, one that resonates through the grand halls of castle Dimitrescu.

Unable to resist, Daniela reaches out to you, her elegant fingers gently tracing your jawline as she pulls you closer. Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. As you break apart, she looks into your eyes, her own sparkling with happiness. “You bring out the best in me, baby,” She whispers, her breath warm against your face.

Your cheeks heat up at her attention. She’s so gorgeous. You still can’t believe she’s all yours to love. You lean in and kiss her again, enjoying the softness of her lips.

With Dani, everything is an adventure. You love getting to see how you two decide to spend your time together. But, it seems today was simply meant for some beautiful, shared laughter.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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