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✧ stories

The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova

Let you see the heart that's inside — Part I — Part II

✧ oneshots

Billy Russo

Just tonight

Pairing: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Sun Summoner)

Note: Decided to make this a little bit of a slow burn, sorry about that, but we're slowly getting there. I hope you still like it. I'll make sure your patience will be rewarded.

Warnings: Violence, blood, mention of abuse.

(Gif's not mine)

It has been a rather sleepless night for you. You kept waking up, feeling restless and even though you were tired you had a hard time falling back asleep again. You didn't know how to feel about Pyotr. You were angry and still you didn't hate him. You wished you could, things would be easier that way. Instead you were deeply disappointed in the betrayal of your friend. Him abusing you still didn't feel real somehow, it was as if your head knew what he had done but you couldn’t quite feel it in your heart. There was no anger to numb your pain.

You heard a soft knock on the door and a servant entered your room, serving you breakfast as the Darkling had ordered. She was about to leave again when you reached out for her hand, making her stop.

"Do you know why I shouldn't be at breakfast with the others?" you asked confused. You had no idea why the Darkling didn't want you to eat with the other Grisha. Maybe you were held captive, even though he denied it. The servant shook her head in silence and you let go of her hand so she could leave. Of course the servants didn't know, the Darkling was withdrawn enough to avoid rumors. The other Grisha probably wouldn't ever get to know what happened.

What would happen to Pyotr? Would he waste away in the dungeon of the Little Palace or would the Darkling teach him a lesson and soon the Heartrender would continue his life as if nothing had happened? You weren't sure what you wished for.

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The Darkling entered the great hall, relieved that you listened to him and didn't join the others. The Grisha sitting at their tables, chattering only seconds ago, went silent once they got sight of the Darkling in his black kefta crossing the room. He was a rare sight at meals, he barely ate with them and if he was seen only because he entered the war room right behind his reserved seat at the main table.

But this time he stopped in front of the table, turning around to face the others. He didn't have to ask for their attention, they were all ears before he had even spoken.

"The Little Palace is supposed to be a place of safety for Grisha." he started, his voice cold but with a touch of annoyance. "I myself fight for Grisha to be safe everyday. Neither the Fjerdans nor the Shu Han will witness mercy. But worse than attack of the enemy is betrayal of the own kind. There has been an incident yesterday that won’t be tolerated." He lifted his hand, waving someone in with two fingers. "Bring him in."

The Grisha turned to the main entrance, gasping as they saw Pyotr in chains walked in by Ivan.

Once Pyotr stood next to the Darkling, Ivan kicked his knees making them buckle, pushing him down on his shoulder so he knelt on the floor. Pyotr was drenched in sweat, shaking as he muttered pleadingly, too scared to actually speak loud enough to be understandable.

"Ivan." The Darkling commanded without further explanation. Ivan positioned himself in front of Pyotr, grabbing the chains so Pyotr's arms were stretched out.

"Let me show you what happens to traitors." the Darkling offered, still standing besides Pyotr now turning towards him. Then he summoned the Cut.

Pyotr cried out in pain as his severed hands fell to the ground. His screams and the raised row among the Grisha were deafening until the Darkling, without a single emotion on his face, raised his hand and the whole room fell silent — scared and in shock.

"You have nothing to fear unless you decide to betray your own kind. This is what happens to traitors." He paused, slowly stepping in front of Pyotr who still knelt in the pool of his own blood, crouching down so only Pyotr could hear his following words. His voice had been calm as he spoke to the crowd but now it was hateful.

"I made sure you won't touch my Sun Summoner ever again. But now I'll make sure you won't be close to (Y/N) ever again... and even the end of the world would still be too close."

Pyotr pleaded desperately. The Darkling didn't care, anger boiled up inside of him, imagining how the Heartrender touched you. He summoned another Cut beheading Pyotr.

The room stayed silent this time, no one dared to make a sound.

"This is what happens if it's personal." the Darkling ended his speech and left the room.

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Once you heard the screams you couldn’t sit still in your room anymore. You needed to know what's going on, so you decided to wait for the Darkling in front of his room. When he stepped towards you, you noticed how angry he was. Well, I'm not a captive, I'm free to leave my room, you thought.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in your room?" he snarled, trying to calm down as he was still angry, even though he had vent his spleen on Pyotr already.

"Actually you told me not to have breakfast with the others, Dictator Kirigan." you answered snappily. You could have sworn there was a smile in the corner of his mouth for a second but it vanished right away. He opened his door, inviting you inside with a move of his arm.

Once the door was shut again, you couldn’t wait any longer. "What happened?"

"Pyotr got what he deserved." he answered calmly.

"D-did you kill him?" you stuttered as it slowly dawned on you.

"I cut off his hands and beheaded him." he stated honestly. His hands were clasped behind his back, he nodded once as if he told you something casual about his day. Yet his dark eyes were focused on you, studying your reaction. It almost seemed like he was careful.

"You did what?!" you cried out, feeling like you had to throw up, holding onto the table next to you, scared to pass out. "Saints..." Panic overwhelmed you, suddenly it was hard to breathe. "All of this is my fault. It-It's my fault... if I hadn't told you, he'd still be alive, maybe all of this is a huge mistake, maybe he actually thought I wanted it... what did I do..."

"(Y/N), look at me... look at me." he said concerned but you didn't listen, choking on your own tears, the panic clenching around your heart.

Suddenly he invaded your space, cupping your face in his hands and finally making you look right into his raven eyes. "I said look at me! You didn't give him your consent. He abused you, it’s not a mistake and he got what he deserved. It's his fault and deep down you know it. But if your heart doesn't know it yet because it still feels for him as a friend and you need to be angry at someone, say it's my fault. I killed him, hate me. But don't you dare do this to yourself."

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy makes sure you're his after you danced with two guys on the dancefloor earlier that night. Smut and a little fluff, everything the heart desires.

Warnings: Smut, vulgarity, oral (f receiving), contraception isn't mentioned.

(Gif's not mine)

"You want something to drink?" you asked once you had kicked off your shoes, throwing the keys into the bowl next to the door.

You were about to walk further inside as Billy grabbed you by your hips pulling you backwards onto his body. Once your back was pressed against his chest he hugged you from behind, caressing your neck with his lips and leaving a trail of small kisses until you felt his hot breath against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"All I want to taste right now is your dripping pussy." His voice was raspy, you could hear how turned on he was. He moved his hand underneath the waistband of your skirt and slip, his fingertips stroking along the slash between your folds, making you breathe a sigh, leaning into him even more. How you had missed his touch.

"Fuck, princess... I knew you'd be soaking wet." In a flash he took a few steps forward, turning you around so his athletic body could press you with your back against the wall.

"Billy..." you gasped but his hand grabbed your chin, his thumb stroking your lips. "Shh... all I wanna hear is if that pussy of yours could ever be that fucking wet for somebody else." he whispered, his face close to yours like a predator inspecting his prey.

"N-no..." you muttered, craving him to touch your pussy again, feeling empty clenching around nothing. A satisfied smile played around his lips. "No. Of course it wouldn’t... say it again."

"My pussy gets this wet for you only, Billy." Your voice was weak as he got down on his knees, pulling down your skirt and slip. He growled, his dark eyes focused on your pussy, his thumb circling around your clit making you moan.

"Goddamn how I missed that beautiful cunt. One leg over my shoulder. Now." he commanded. You'd always been turned on by how commanding Billy was.

After seeing you dance with two other guys, he knew he needed to be possessive over you more than ever tonight. You were his alone and he needed to show you, he wanted to show you that he was better than anyone else.

He didn't fail.

His tongue entered your pussy, groaning at your intoxicating taste, his thumb still circling around your clit until he switched those positions, now sliding two fingers inside you, his tongue eating you out on your sensitive spot. You felt the weakness in the leg you were standing on as his other hand firmly grabbed your thigh that was on his shoulder, his fingers sinking into your flesh. You were sure you'd spot bruises in the morning.

You didn't mind, you had missed his touch, missed him craving you the way you craved him. You had wanted to be his again as much as he was properitorial over you. Dizziness was taking over you and made you lean your head against the wall as you moaned loudly, holding onto his dark hair as if you'd tumble over otherwise, feeling your orgasm well up.

"B-Billy... I'm close..." you gasped. He didn't stop but his fingers moved in an even faster pace now as he added a third one, hitting your sensitive spot from the inside, making your legs shake. You felt his hunger for your pussy, he was greedy for your sweet outpour as he sucked on your swollen clit. His hand squeezed your thigh, silently demanding you to cum whilst his mouth was wrapped up eagerly eating you out. He was drunk on your taste, he wouldn't stop until you'd cum, it was too addicting to miss a second of it.

Your orgasm hit hard, the sexual release washing over you like a tsunami. The leg you were standing on buckled but his hand quickly shot forward bracing your body as you curled up, your fingers still clinging to his hair as your moans were the only way to breathe.

You felt at ease, your breath slowly calming down as he carefully kissed your princess parts right before his dark eyes looked up at you. His tongue licked your taste of his lips as he smirked. "I won’t share your orgasms with anyone else, they're mine. You're mine."

You chuckled softly, high on your release. "I'm yours."

Billy groaned, throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bed, impatiently undressing himself once he laid you down.

"I'll fuck you dumb. You're ain't gonna think about anyone but me again." he snarled and grabbed your ankles, turning you around so you laid on your stomach as he climbed on top of you, pressing your body into the mattress, his hardness rubbing against your butt. You felt your wetness between your legs in a second.

The both of you were feral, all over each other like animals letting their instincts take over.

"Say you're mine." he hissed as his hands on your hips positioned your pelvis.

"I-I'm y-..." You gasped as he sank into you, filling you up completely, eliciting a loud moan of the both of you.

"Say it!" he growled, clasping your throat with his hand, making you bend over backwards as he fucked your soaking wet pussy with a relentless pace, giving you a hard time to speak.

"I'm... I'm y-yours, Bill-y..." you managed between moans with pleasure.

"Goddamn right you are!" he hissed once more, lusty and through clenched teeth, burying his face in your neck, marking it with hickeys. Everyone would know you were his. You were his territory and everyone getting close to you would face his mercilessness.

He tilted your head in an angle you faced him, kissing you wildly, his tongue splitting your lips. You felt Billy's hot breath inside of your mouth, his tongue dancing around yours. His hand that wasn’t around your throat cupped your boob, squeezing it and pinching your nipple, making you moan his name in arousal right into his mouth as you reached your second orgasm.

You moaning his name made him get off in surprise. "Shit, (Y/N)..." he groaned unable to hold it back, ejaculating inside of you with a deep moan, pressing you close to him as he thrusted into you with a steady but fierce pace, bursting his cum into you.

Still resting inside of you for a moment he planted small kisses on your shoulder until his hand that's been on your throat cupped your cheek now instead, softly making you face him one more time so he could caress your temples, forehead, cheeks, closed eyes and the tip of your nose — showering you in small kisses until he reached your lips, entwining them in a soft, heartfelt kiss.

Billy rolled to the side of the bed, now laying on his back, a satisfied look on his face, showing his white teeth in a bright smile as he stretched out his arm. "Come here, my princess."

You curled up in his arms, your head resting on his muscular chest. He buried his nose in your hair.

"Thank you for taking me back." he mumbled as his thumb stroked your cheekbone.

"Thank you for wanting me back." you answered slightly tired, snuggling up to him even further.

He snorted in disbelief. "A world without you isn't worth living in... shit, I'm just lucky it wasn’t too late and I didn't mess up completely. I couldn’t stand the thought of not being with you just because I was too slow to realize you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"Well, you weren't slow minutes ago." you teased him, reminding him of his surprising release.

OH thank you so very much!!! This is honestly a huge motivation to keep on writing (besides all the ideas in my head that are only waiting to be written down) ♡

I'm currently writing part 2 of Just tonight and can't wait to share it with you!

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Your ex boyfriend Billy shows up at a party and can't stand the thought of you making out with someone else.

Warnings: Vulgarity, mention of violence.

(Gif's not mine)

It was a Friday night when you and your friends decided to go clubbing.

"You need to enjoy yourself, (Y/N)! Do you think Billy isn't already sleeping around, taking home a different woman each night? Look at you, you could take home anyone you like, men are all over you..." they had said.

You and Billy had split up about a month ago. He had struggled to fully commit to the relationship and even though he never cheated on you, you had seen your whole future with him as he wanted to live in the moment. He wanted things to be nice and easy, but relationships aren't always nice and easy, so the both of you decided to go separate ways.

At first you were disappointed but heartbreak didn't get the best of you. Deep down you knew you deserved someone who's ready to commit to you, who wanted a future with you instead of only living in the moment. And even though you probably wouldn't find it on the dancefloor, you were ready for a One Night Stand to finally move on.

You were dancing between two guys. The one behind you placed his hands on your hips whilst the man right in front of you leaned his forehead against yours, both of their bodies grinding yours. You hadn't decided yet which of them to take home, both of them were good looking and clearly interested in you.

Your plans were crossed as, all of a sudden, the guy behind you got ripped away harshly. He wasn’t hesitating to disappear in the crowd once he noticed the tall man with raven eyes, black hair and a threatening look on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Billy spat, roughly grabbing your arm and turning you away from the guy in front of you, so you faced him now.

Before you had a chance to answer, the guy who had danced in front of you interfered: "In case you didn't notice, we were in the midst of something here." He didn't seem to be as smart as the one who had danced behind you.

"In case you didn't notice, I don't share." Billy answered, still looking at you in a way you weren't sure if he told you or that guy.

"Go get another hoe, there's plenty of them around." the guy grouched.

As soon as you heard what he said your eyes went wide, looking at him in disbelief. You weren't mainly shocked because of him calling you a hoe but because you knew Billy well enough that he wouldn't let him get away with it.

In fact, Billy didn't look amused before but now the look on his face turned stone cold. You knew Billy was gone, you could have said anything, he wouldn't be responsive anymore.

He slowly turned around to the guy, approaching him directly for the first time. Even though the guy was already taller than you, Billy was still towering above him.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he asked menacingly and you knew the guy shouldn't repeat his words.

Billy's hand shot to the nape of the guy's neck, grabbing his shirt from behind and pulling him close towards him.

"The fuck makes you think you could call my girl a hoe?!", he hissed through clenched teeth, "You're lucky this room is full of people... otherwise I'd make you swallow your own goddamn teeth. You piss off now and I dare you to even look at her one more time and I'll make you have a bullet for dessert. I'm sure you can suck on that barrel even better without any teeth in your sloppy mouth. You got what I said?"

The guy was terrified and nodded quickly. Billy, who had already loosened his grip a little, aggressively hardened it again. "I didn't hear you."

You were sure the guy was about to shit his pants as he hastily confirmed "Yes, sir."

A satisfied smile appeared on Billy's lips but there was still something dangerous to it. He finally let go of the guy, slapping his chest as if he was proud of him for cooperating but doing it extra firmly so the guy stumbled backwards, leaving and keeping his head down as Billy made sure he wouldn't look at you again.

"Shoot your girls a message, I'm driving you home." he commanded, grabbing your arm again and heading to the exit.

You were about to hesitate but the music was too loud to actually have a solid conversation with Billy, so you decided to wait until you were outside. He aggressively pushed the door of a fire exit open and it loudly crashed into the wall until it shut again. His Rolls Royce was parked across the street.

You broke free from his tight grip and stopped. You didn't need to be taken home, you weren't even drunk. "So you're a stalker now?! What the shit are you even doing here, Billy?"

He chuckled at your words and you felt like slapping his face. That stupid chuckle, why did it still affect you that much, giving you butterflies in your stomach? Why couldn’t you get over him?

"I was on my way home from work when I saw you standing in line to enter the club." he explained. Even though he had chuckled only seconds ago, there was something about his face that broke you a little. As if his eyes carried the pain of the world.

"You have no right to claim me as yours anymore, we broke up, Billy! So what the hell were you talking about in there, there's nothing to share, I'm not your girlfriend anymore. Why are you angry at me for wanting to make out with someone else?!" you shouted now, salty tears starting to burn in your eyes but you managed to hold them back.

"I'm not angry at you, (Y/N)! I'm angry at myself. At me!" he shouted back, rapidly pointing at his chest. "At me! Because I was too proud to call you and now it's too late... shit... you moved on..." He brushed through his hair, tilting his head backwards as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You... you wanted to call me?" You were startled, trying to ignore the hope that lit up inside of you. You didn't move on and yet, cherishing false hopes would tear you apart. You couldn’t handle another disappointment, you couldn’t lose Billy another time.

"Yes..." He sounded pleading now, stepping towards you, holding both of your hands. "Let me take you home. Please. Just tonight...", he sighed, "if you still love me, just a tiny bit, let me take you home. Otherwise... go back inside and I won’t bother you anymore."

With a lump in your throat you were glued to the spot, your heart was pounding wildly in your chest. Then you walked towards his car.

Neither of you talked as he was driving. You stared out of the window, not daring to look at him as you were caught in your thoughts. You felt Billy's eyes on you from time to time as if he was trying to read you, not sure how to get his messy thoughts off his chest.

"Why'd you want to call me?" you finally asked once he had stopped the car in front of your apartment.

He stared at the car that was parked in front of his. "When we broke up... I was sad of course. But I also felt like the old Billy again... free. I was looking forward to meeting other women again, not because of the women themselves but because of the achievement to take home a different one every night."

The sting of his words were nearly unbearable. Your chest felt empty as you stared at your hands in your lap. You knew a glimpse of him would make you break down and heartache would eventually get the best of you. Why the fuck would he beg to take you home just to tell you that he slept around as soon as he got rid of you?

He moved in his seat so he could finally look at you. "But, (Y/N), I was looking for you in every woman I met. I couldn’t find you, none of them were as witty, as charming, funny and loveable as you. Those women, shit, they were beautiful but all I could see were their flaws because you're the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on. They all seemed dull and boring next to you. My biggest achievement was you being my girlfriend. And I realized... I don’t want to be free, I want to be with you, I want to move in with you, I want to marry you one day. I- I understand now that being without you isn't free, it's being lost. Shit. I can't stand the old Billy, what a fucking useless piece of shit."

You couldn’t stop but smirk a little at his last words now turning towards him in your seat as well. As soon as he saw your smirk you could spot the smallest sign of a smile in the corner of his mouth too despite the worry in his dark eyes.

"I can't stand that Billy either." you mumbled reaching out to cup his cheek with your hand. His sad eyes lit up a little. "But I got in the car, right? And I'm sorry to break it to you, but just a tiny bit of love wouldn't have gotten me even close to your car."

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Pairing: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Sun Summoner)

Trope: Enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault.

(Gif's not mine)

You wrapped your kefta closely around you as you stumbled through the hallway of the Little Palace. You felt like crying but the numbness of not fully grasping what just had happened stopped you from sobbing and screaming.

You had liked Pyotr. He was your closest and only friend ever since you arrived at the Little Palace after the Darkling found you — his Sun Summoner. Your stay turned out to be a tough time, barely finding friends since most of the other Grisha held grudges against you, envying the Sun Summoner who the Darkling was so keen on, even though behind the closed doors of the war room, the both of you kept fighting, divided by disagreement on how to act regarding the Shadow Fold. He wanted to use it as a weapon which you highly disagreed with. Once the Darkling realized your stubborness and that he couldn’t simply wrap you around his finger, his behaviour changed towards you, being distant and not hiding the fact how annoyed he was in your presence. Probably the only reason for him to not simply get rid of you was that he needed a Sun Summoner and you were the only one around. Oh, how you'd love to make room for those other Grisha, there was nothing to envy about bearing the bad-tempered Darkling.

You've been on your own your whole life, the loneliness had been such a familiar feeling that it didn’t feel lonely anymore at some point. Until you met Pyotr and you got used to him being around. But now you felt sick to your stomach only thinking about him, his stupid face and red kefta. When you visited him in his room this evening so you could go to the great hall together where dinner is served, he grabbed you by your wrists, starting to kiss your neck and once you tried to push him away, he slowed down your heart rate, making you defenseless. Now, stepping through the hallway trying to get to your room as quick as possible, you could still feel his hands on your body and hear the echo of his words over and over again. "Come on, (Y/N). You've been so sweet and kind, you showed me that you want me for quite some time now..." His powers of a Heartrender stopped you from objecting, all you could do was watching him touch and kiss you.

"Dinner is that way" a cold and yet soft voice said. The Darkling seemed to have a good day, at least that's what the rare softness in his voice gave away.

"I'm not hungry, get out of my face" you spat, not looking at him as you tried to pass him, but his hand shot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you backwards until his body blocked your way.

"I beg your pardon?" The softness in his voice was gone, there was a dangerous edge to it now. His touch made you panic and all of a sudden the numbness lost its fight against the tears, making you sob right in front of him, which made all of it even worse, since the least you wanted was showing weakness in front of the Darkling, who'd use it against you as soon as it was of use. "Let go of me! I'll never be kind again!", you shouted, knowing your words must sound ridiculous without any context, before your voice broke and your tears stopped you from saying anything else. The Darkling let go of you without even blinking. He was slightly startled, almost sorry once he noticed your shattered reaction.

"(Y/N)... wha- what happened?" he asked troubled, raising his hand for a second, wanting to touch your back to comfort you until he realized his touch had made you panic just seconds ago. He bowed forward, his face only inches apart from yours, as his raven eyes locked with yours. "Tell me."

He waited patiently until you gathered enough strength to gulp back your sobs, shakingly speaking up about what happened. Once he heard what Pyotr had done he stiffened, clenching his jaw and protectively looking up and down the hallway, checking if there was any sight of the Heartrender.

"Go to your room and take a bath.", he ordered, "I'll check in on you later."

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You were sitting in your nightgown on your bed, your hair still damp as you heard a soft knock on your door.

"Come in..." Your voice was barely a hoarse. You had took a hot bath, eagerly soaping your body and hoping to wash off the feeling of Pyotr's hands on your skin. It's been hopeless — you felt used, dirty even. If you could, you'd shed your skin, leaving the unsolicited touch behind.

The Darkling stepped in, a tray in his hand that he placed in front of you. "I want you to eat something, (Y/N)."

You sighed, thinking about food made you feel like throwing up already.

"I'll leave the Little Palace tomorrow, I can't stand to see him again." And you couldn’t stand the thought of your only friend betraying you, the thought of fighting with the Darkling when there was no one around to rant about his self-centered, greedy behaviour, the thought of being among other Grisha and still being all alone. You had lost your only friend — if he had ever been a friend. You felt empty and lost. Unlovable, worthless. As if Pyotr had stolen your value.

"You won't leave the Little Palace..."

"So, I'm a captive now?" you snapped.

The Darkling took a deep breath. You could sense that he was annoyed with you interrupting him, but for once he was patient and remained soft instead of threatening you as he did the countless times you were arguing in the war room.

"You’re not held captive, Pyotr is." he stated, now sitting down on the edge of your bed, still giving you space and respecting your boundaries.

Your eyes went wide. "You... you believe me?"

"Are you fucking with me?!" There he was — the annoyed Darkling, angry with something you said. This time you couldn’t be mad at him, his reaction felt nearly soothing.

"I want Grisha to be safe." he went on. "The Little Palace is supposed to be a safe place for Grisha, I won't tolerate any kind of violence that isn't at my command. Speaking of...", he frowned, "I don't want you to have breakfast with the others tomorrow. You'll eat in your room, I'll have servants take care of it." He got up from your mattress, but stopped as soon as he reached your door. "And (Y/N)... don’t let the cruelty of others take away your kindness. It can be strength too." He left before you had a chance to ask any further questions.

Once he had closed the door, he left you behind with the unknown feeling of wanting him to come back. You hated how commanding he was. Yet, it was the first time you wondered who he was besides the leader of the Second Army that you couldn’t stand. You wondered if there was a side of him you might actually like.

Once he had closed the door leaving you behind, a pool of shadows surrounded him. Now that he was on his own again he stopped suppressing his rage about somebody touching you and the waves of darkness were its outcome. Nobody would harm you ever again.

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This is my first attempt of publishing my stories, I hope you like it. I'd be really happy about some feedback. ♡