#I WILL DIE IF YOU GIVE ME ROMEO “straight out of bed and half naked” CARD

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Praying they never do this with romeo. Please pray with me everyone.

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Stripped on Stage

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I'll out the actual story below the cut. It's about a cocky young Broadway bound hunk who has an embarrassing incident on stage during his big debut. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!

Before the Show: 

Hey, just wanted to stop by and wish everyone a great show! 

A sea of blank faces stared up at him, but he kept plodding on to get the reaction that he  desired. Walking further into the crowded dressing room, he finally stopped right behind me. 

I miss the camaraderie of being packed down here with everyone… it’s so lonely having  that dressing room upstairs all to myself. I usually just spend time before shows lying on my  couch until first call. 

Looking up, I saw his face forcing itself into what he thought was a genuine smile. For  someone who was apparently a much better actor than our poor little show deserved, he really  had such a hard time hiding his true emotions. 

Roger Stilton had quickly made a name for himself on Broadway. A Julliard grad just  like his rich father, he headed straight to Broadway and began booking any role he wanted. With  leading man good looks, his slicked back dark hair, and a jawline that could cut steel, Roger  actually could have earned his roles without daddy’s donations. 

As I continued looking up at him, I realized two things. First, his blush was much too  heavy for a theater as small as this one. 

Roger, sit down- let me help you out a bit. Quickly standing up in my boxers and  undershirt, I let him plop into my chair before wiping a makeup wipe across that beautiful face.  Here’s a tip when you’re not sure how strong to make your blush- you have to see what it should  be naturally and then add two swipes. 

Quickly taking hold of the bottom of his t-shirt, I ripped it over his head to expose that  chest to the whole room. His perky pecs and six pack abs were to die over, but for some reason,  even with all of that narcissism, he didn’t like showing off his body. 

See- that’s the color you want. 

I saw his eyes connect with his reflection to see the blush covering his cheeks, and I  added a bit of my powder onto his face to match. Grabbing his shirt, he just awkwardly held it in  front of him before walking back out of the room with his parting words flung over his shoulder. 

Well, let me let you get back to getting ready… I just love having a great ensemble behind  me on stage. 

I wanted to hate him, but I couldn’t. At least not for another week. He’d joined our show  after workshops, and even if I wouldn’t admit it, he was the reason we’d gotten our residency at  our off-Broadway theater. He was already booked for his next role in a few weeks in one of the  larger theaters, but if I had anything to do with it, I wanted to put his name in the news for  another reason. It was time to confirm the second thing that I realized once Roger walked in  here. 

Listen up. Every head turned back towards me this time, but unlike Roger, I could tell  that they wanted to hear what I had to say. I had a couple of decades on all of the younger actors 

around me, and they looked up to me since I’d give them actual advice. We’re a go for tonight.  Raise a hand if you’re in. 

Smiling to myself as I saw every hand quickly raise into the air, I knew that this would be  one show that Roger or the critics in the audience would never forget. I don’t know if Roger  knew that we’d picked up on it, but there was a lot of info that he gave away. He was using us as  a launch pad for some serious acting cred, and we were using him just as much. And for weeks  of workshops and performances, we existed together, but the last month had been different. He’d  starters treating us as disposable ensemble members even if the small cast all had named roles.  So, tonight, on the most important night of his run, we decided to get back at him. Looking up at  the timer on the ceiling above us, I realized that it was almost time for our first phase of the plan. 

Act 1: 

Look at him- if he wasn’t such a huge ass, he could really be the next big thing. Sorry- all I heard you say was huge ass, and I got distracted. 

Playfully slapping Sam on the arm, I kept watching Roger act as we waited for our cue.  Our show was a new take on the classic murder mystery, and each night, Roger dramatically died  on stage. The twist, the reason that we’d made it out of workshops, was that a new killer was  chosen each show. The audience could return night after night and still get a new experience  since we improved a lot and only kept core scenes consistent.  

This was one scene that was always the same, so Roger felt confident enough to ham it up as he looked at the two women in Row 2: The New Yorker and New York Times. They of  course had names, but Roger only knew them as the critics that he needed to impress. And he  truly was acting his ass off… and that was quite a challenge. Those dark gray slacks were barely  

stretched over that ample peach of a bottom, and I was reminded again that I was happy with the  game plan. And as he placed his glass of water back on the table, it was time for round 1.  

Natasha and Joslyn entered from stage left as Sam and I appeared from stage right, and in  a flurry of motion, we began bombarding him with questions.  

Sir, would you like the dinner menu? 

Please. 

Sir, would you like a wine list? 

That’d be delightful. 

Sir, would you like your water glass to be topped off? 

Certainly. 

Bending down, I poured the contents of my pitcher into his glass and across his chest. Oh monsieur, I am so sorry- let’s get you out of those wet clothes immediately. 

Patting him down with the hand towel, Sam walked behind him and began unbuttoning  Roger’s shirt. In utter shock, Roger just sat there staring at the pitcher that I’d laid down in front  of him- the one that looked completely normal. In every other show, a special prop had been  used that only held half a cup of water, but tonight, it looked like I’d grabbed the wrong pitcher  from the props table accidentally.  

There we go- we’ll have this dried and steamed before you even get the dessert menu…  not that it looks like you eat dessert often.  

He tried to cover his exposed chest as we left stage, but the tiny menu couldn’t cover  much. If he pulled it down, he exposed his perky pecs with his dark brown nipples shining under  the harsh lights, and if he pulled it up, you could see the happy trail disappearing into his pants.  As we all stood offstage in one giggling group, we watched the switch flip over in his head. He 

had just made the choice- he could either be embarrassed about being half naked on stage, or he  could continue acting so that the critics would write about how he powered through adverse  conditions. And he chose the second option… at least for now.

Act 2: 

After improving some line about remembering that he had a spare suit in his car, he  quickly walked off stage with his muscular back facing the audience. Once he disappeared into  the curtain, he began quietly yelling for the prop master, but he was nowhere to be found. Also  gone was the random rack of clothes that had been hiding in the wings for decades, so as he  rushed around, Roger only had time to grab someone’s suit coat and walk back on stage. 

Darling! Is it my birthday already? I thought I wouldn’t get my present until tomorrow. 

With her quick change successfully completed unlike her costar, Natasha was in a skin  tight dress and now playing Roger’s girlfriend. Walking circles around him, she began to  massage his tense body, and it seemed to be having an undesired effect on his lower half.  

Can I unwrap my present early?  

I’m so sorry love, but the weirdest thing happened at dinner earlier. I had time to grab a  spot of food before coming here, and then…  

As he began to sit down, the small blazer completely ripped down the middle, and the  ruined fabric fell in two pieces down each arm. Natasha was really hamming it up now as she  jumped up from the prop bed to kneel in front of her blushing boyfriend.  

I was joking before, but what else is about to come off? Did you somehow trade outfits  with a stripper? 

That time in the gym must have really filled out my shoulders.  

Then flex for me, Romeo. Let me see that body that’s all mine.  

Doing as told, Roger stood up and began to flex his muscles as he faced the audience. His  tanned chest seemed to glow under the lights, and I heard the audience getting into it more now.  If there were any repeat customers here, then they knew what normally happened here. Natasha  would have her birthday party, and in the commotion, Roger would meet his demise. But that  always happened fully clothed. 

Roger’s biceps were glistening in sweat, and his trimmed chest hair was as well. He was  breathtakingly gorgeous, and if only he wasn’t so cocky, we would have all adored him. As I saw  that blush spread further across those beautiful cheekbones, I wondered if there was something  more human under there. Just maybe… 

Oh, I just can’t resist anymore- come ravish me!  

With strength that I didn’t know she had, Natasha pulled Roger towards her as they fell  into the throes of passion on top of that bed. The audience was losing it as Natasha’s legs  comically kicked into the air before wrapping around Roger’s ample ass. She was kissing him all  over as Roger tried to break free for his cue. 

Oh honey, that special suit jacket wasn’t the only birthday surprise that I had planned. In  fact…

And this is where everything went so, so right. Roger lunged into a standing position  without even feeling Natasha’s fingers hook into the two small holes that had come undone on  each side of his tearaway pants. I don’t know how he hadn’t noticed earlier that we’d swapped them out before the show, but they’d stayed together right until they were needed.  

In comical slow motion, the back half of his pants fell to the floor as the front stayed  gripped in her hands.  

You got me exactly what I wanted! 

As Natasha jumped to meet him, we all started streaming on stage, holding balloons and  shooting party streamers into the air. The only one that was still was Roger who was somehow so  very, very visible in the middle of all of this chaos. With his pants gone, he was now standing  there in only his shoes, his nylon socks held up with leather garters on those strong calves, and  an impossibly tiny pair of baby blue bikini briefs that were trying their hardest to stretch over his  large frame.  

We all took a cue from the audience and focused on Roger as he stood petrified on stage.  His hands hung limply at his side, too embarrassed to even move them to cover up his impressive  bulge and thick pubes that were showing over the stretched waistband. You could have heard a  pin drop in the eerie quiet before one camera flash went off from the audience followed by  several more. I saw our one underpaid usher try to stop the cameras, but it was too late.  

Finally urged into action as he saw how many photos of him would soon end up online,  Roger finally spun around to try to find his pants, his jacket- just anything to cover himself up  with. Seeing the bed sheet that had been flung into the floor, he reached to grab it, but I was too  quick and stepped onto it to keep him from getting it.  

Standing back up, he had rage in his eyes as he looked at me, and he had no idea that  even more photos were taken now of him. From the back, his tiny briefs had been wedged  between those glorious cheeks, and he was exposing almost every inch of skin that he could.  

It was you- you’re the one that did it! 

He was about five minutes early with that line, but Roger’s embarrassment had finally  taken over his need to impress the critics. That was usually what he said when he discovered who  the killer was right before falling to the ground, but now, he was saying it to me even though  Joslyn was the one who’d dropped the ‘poison’ into his pasta in the previous scene.  

What are you talking about? It’s me- your best friend! 

A best friend wouldn’t do this on the most important night of their life! 

Reaching forward, he grabbed onto my shirt and yanked it apart. Buttons went flying as  my own chest was exposed to the crowd. My mouth was trying to hard not to break into a smirk  behind my trimmed salt and pepper beard as I backed away from Roger. Following me back  under the lights, he just kept going. 

You’ve always been jealous of me- my career, my body, everything! Do you know how  hard I’ve fought for this? Do you?  

He truly believed the words that he was saying even though he’d never had to go to an  open casting call in a crowded building downtown. He’d never had to squeeze into a borrowed  pair of LaDucas and dance for hours just to be told that they’d gone in a different direction. Oh  no, Roger had never felt rejection like that which is what would make what happened next even  sweeter.  

He lunged at me, and we fell in a heap on the floor. The audience, even the return  viewers, probably had no idea that anything had gone wrong. Everything we’d done had been in  character, and only one thing would be able to prove to them that this show had gone off the  rails.  

Roger’s body was gyrating around on top of me, but he never landed a punch. He wasn’t  angry enough for that, but he was too flustered to even know what to do. He couldn’t handle this  humiliation, and he was just lashing out. And then, it all stopped. As we tussled, we both heard  the pop and froze. It could have been anything, but we both knew exactly what it was. 

The Final Bow: 

And the award goes to Roger Stilton! 

The cameras all swung towards him as he tried to duck down into his seat. This is not  how he wanted awards season to go. He had just lost the Best Actor award for his starring role in  Thoroughly Modern Millie, and he was about to go to the bar until he heard his name called  again. Looking up at the big screen, he saw the category that he didn’t even know that he was  nominated for- Best Quick Change.  

With the DramaDesk award in hand, the late-night talk show host who had no business  being here walked on stage. I was sitting on the side in the cheap seats, but I could still see  everything. The last time that I’d seen Roger was when I’d been lying shirtless beneath him. I  watched as he sat motionless in his chair, and he only got up once the screen started playing a  video from that night.  

He was kneeling on top of me, and as we wrestled, the tiny strap on the right side of his bikini briefs popped right off. With his ass aimed right towards the camera, his pendulous cock  fell into view between his legs, and he tried to cover himself unsuccessfully with his hands. As  he moved, the rest of his underwear fell apart and landed on my chest leaving him completely  

naked.  

Standing up, he kept spinning around, turning one way and then the other to hide his  embarrassment. His hands were clasped over his manhood which left that ass completely  exposed. His tight waist made his bubble butt even more impressive, and the untanned skin acted  as a beacon for everyone’s eyes and cameras. I’d watched this scene dozens of times from the  comfort of my own apartment, but as Roger walked on stage to confront the host, I realized that  he probably had tried to forget this ever happened.  

When Audra Macdonald won earlier, she serenaded us with a few bars. Roger, what do  you plan on showing off to this crowd? 

The crowd was going wild, but unlike that fateful night, the crowd was over five times  bigger and full of people that Roger wanted to impress. He tried to put on a fake laugh and grab  the award, but even from this far away, I could see how strong that blush was as the host kept  going.  

No seriously, I think we need you to show it off! What does everyone here think?  

I let my cheer join the crowd as we egged him on, but he still wasn’t budging. And then,  the host looked right at me, and I pinched myself to see if this was all a dream.  

Do we need your old costar to come help out? He knows his way around this stage since  he’s performed here a few times. Come on up! 

The spotlight hit me, and now it was my time to feel a little shy. I’d been a background  dancer here in a few awards show opening numbers, but I’d never been up there individually.  Would my big break come decades later than it should have? 

Stepping on stage, I saw Roger’s heart drop, and my nerves suddenly vanished. He let the  host turn him around, and I realized that he was petrified again.  

Make me change my mind, Roger. Why shouldn’t I expose you again for how you treated  us on that show? 

Tommy, please, don’t do it.  

I could have been nice and joked around with him as we walked offstage to pretend like  this was a planned bit. But, he messed up.  

Roger, you didn’t even learn the names of your costars. My name is David- Tommy  worked the sound board.  

And before he could react, I grabbed onto those tuxedo pants and yanked them to the  ground. The button ripped off easily, and they gave me no resistance before sliding down to his  ankles. He’d learned his lesson from earlier and was wearing a pair of black trunks, but I still had  a little bit of humiliation left to give him. I could and should have stopped there, but I didn’t.  Grabbing onto his waistband, I pulled his undies to the floor and stepped back to let him have the  spotlight all to himself like he desperately wanted.  

His half-naked body was projected onto the big screen again but in real time now. His  ample, untanned ass still jutted out from his athletic body, and as he tried to bend down and grab  his pants, it jiggled with every movement.  

Looking down into the audience, I somehow made eye contact with Jan, the critic that  Roger always referred to as The New Yorker sitting not too far from where I’d been seated. As  she began typing onto her phone, I realized that Roger would get that big headline after all.

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Romeo Save Me (Prince!Bucky AU)

Pairing/Characters: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader Warnings: mostly fluff, cheating (maybe), SMUT Summary: When your father makes a trade with the King of Latervia, your forced into marriage in return of their resources. Little does he know, you’re in love with the Prince of Sokovia. Word Count: 2.1k+ A/N: This is an AU and I loved writing it! Thank you for the request!

You stared out the window of the castle, sighing heavily as the date of today kept racing past in your head. November 30th. You dreaded the day.

Your engagement party was less than five hours away and you refused to go. You didn’t want to leave your chambers and you didn’t want to get married to the Prince of Latervia. You wanted to live your life as freely as you could and be married for love, not for trade. Your father had made an agreement with the King of Latervia, King Vladmir, that if his son, Dimitri could marry you, his kingdom would be in debt for life, meaning your father would be co-ruling another kingdom but most of the power was in his hands. When you had found out about his trade, you were shocked. Not only because of his decision on behalf of you but also because you had planned to tell him you were in love with another Prince.

A knock on your chamber door was heard. You turned around and saw your Handmaiden enter your room with her head hung low.

“Your Highness, I’ve come to turn down your bed.” You nodded, and she continued to her job. Suddenly, your mother came bursting through the doors,

“Mother.” You greeted,

“My sweet child, I have picked out your dress for the party tonight.”

“I don’t really care for such things right now, mother.” She made a saddened face, mockingly and hung the dress against your body,

“Well, you’re getting married for the sake and well-being of the kingdom.”

“That’s just it, mother, I’m getting married for the sake of the kingdom, for the kingdom, but not for me.” You pushed the dress away and looked at her with pleading eyes. Your mother, who believed a good wife will always stand behind her husband, looked at you with her eyes full of regret and sighed, setting the dress down on the freshly turned bed,

“You’ll learn to love him, my child, just as I with your father.” She put her hand against your cheek and you rested your head in her hand,

“I’m not you, Mother, I will never learn to love him because I love somebody else.”

“I want that dress on by seven o’clock, you hear me, Y/N?” She takes her hand away and says sternly,

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Your Handmaiden, Brooke, tapped your nose with a tissue, finishing off your neatened face as seven struck on the clock. She gave you a smile and backed away to reveal your reflection in the mirror.

“Thank you, Brooke, you always know how to work these things.” You laughed, standing up and giving her a hug,

“You look eye catching, Your Highness.” Once again, your mother had entered the room, uninvited,

“Your guests have begun to arrive.” You roll your eyes and scoff,

“They’re your guests, Mother, not mine, I don’t want this.”

“Now, now, Y/N, you will go out there and you’ll smile and be polite and kiss your fiancé.” She twirls the ends of your hair in her fingers to tighten the curls and your eyes widen,

“I am not kissing that man!”

“You will do as we say! Not another word about it!” As your mother exited the room, you fell back onto your bed, clutching your stomach. You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to get married to the strange man. You refused to love this man, you had a prince. Your breaths began to shorten, your chest tightened, and shortly after, tears began to fall freely from your eyes. Brooke kneeled beside you and rubbed your back,

“I can’t do this, Brooke, I love someone else.” You sobbed, dabbing the tissue against your eyes,

“Is your love coming tonight, Your Highness?”

“Yes, and I would hate him to see all of this, I love him and only him.”

“Well, I’m sure he understands why you must do this.” She looks at you with pity in her eyes, making you look away, “You must touch up your make up, Your Highness.” You looked up at her and shook your head, running out of your bedroom.

As night fell, the music in the palace began to get louder and the people went from five to one thousand. Up the palace walls, you stuck your head out of the window of the tallest part of the castle, your hair flowing freely as the breeze made its way in between your hair strands. This area of the castle was abandoned, only being entered when it needed cleaning. You thanked the God’s above you parents didn’t know your little hiding spot. You watched the little people below you, entering and exiting the castle as the bright lights faded half way down the catwalk. There was a moment of silence in the room, just you and the mice running through the floor. You sighed and shortly after, heard the door creek, implying an entrance in the room.

“Nobody’s allowed in this part of the castle.” You stated firmly, turned your head to the side to quickly glance at the shadow,

“Forgive me, Your Highness,” You almost instantly recognised the voice, “I thought I’d see my Princess before she became a Queen.” You turned to the person at the door and run to him,

��James.” You embraced him tightly and pulled away to capture his lips to yours.

James Buchanan Barnes was the Prince of Sokovia. You’d met four summers ago, during your little sister’s sixteenth birthday celebration. His father was sick and so, he came as Sokovia’s representative. Masks played a part in your meeting. Intrigued by the mystery but flirtatious nature of the man, you asked Brooke to give him a note asking to me you on the second-floor balcony. As asked, he followed you into the starry night. You spent all night talking and ask the clock struck twelve, he’d caressed your cheek and pulled you in for a deep kiss. One hundred and fifty-six letters, one letter every week for three years, and four secret meetings half way from Asgard and him, half way from Sokovia, here you were roughly kissing and desperately gripping each other in the dark with the only light coming from the stars and the moon, through the window.

You didn’t want to pull away, you wanted to kiss him and never have to face the reality, but alas he pries your body away from his and rests his forehead on yours, “Did you get my letters?” You panted,

“No, I heard your mother took all of them.”

“I had hoped one would slipped out of her finger tips.” You connected your lips again, wanting to feel the warmth of them, “I don’t want this, James, I want you, I want to be yours.”

“You are mine, my Princess.” He pushes you against the wall and begins to kiss down your neck, “You will always be mine.” You gripped his blue suit tightly and moaned as his hand makes its way up the skirt of the gown, “Tell me, Princess.”

“I love you, I want you, please, Bucky.” He takes your thighs from under your dress and carries you to the floor, the light of the moon hitting your face perfectly. You feel his soft hands against your skin as his kisses your neck, this corset of your dress not letting him explore your chest. You moan when his hand finds its way into your underwear, his fingers using your wetness to rub his fingers against your clit making your back arch from the contact. You suddenly feel the heat of his lips go from you neck down to your thighs, completely unaware of his movement. His lips leave a wet trail on each thigh and when your thighs clenched close, he pried them away from each other. You feel the cold air hit your throbbing clit as he pulls your panties away from the lower half of your body and finally, you feel the heat of his breath on your naked cunt. He licks a stripe from your wet entrance to your pulsating clit, your hands intertwined with his as he ate your pussy, “Oh sweet fuck!” He laughs at your reaction, that’s not something a Princess would usually say, he thinks. His mouth continues its assault but as you get closer to the edge, his fingers now inside your wet heat and your hand pulling at his now ruined hair, you begin moaning louder, “I’m so close, Bucky.”

“I can feel you, Printsessa.” His mouth stops, and his fingers pull out of your body making you whine for more, “But, I want to be inside you if that’s okay?”

“If you don’t fuck me, I think I’m going to die, James Buchanan Barnes.” He laughs at your desperation and places a soft kiss on your lips, “Please, moy Prints.” His eyes widen, and he stops fondling with his belt,

“You’ve been practising?”

“For when I become your Queen, of course.”

“You already are.” He whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Finally, he had gotten his belt off and his pants following straight after,

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, yes, please, just- Please, Bucky.” He gives his hard cock a quick stroke before entering your slick pussy, “Fuck!” He begins to thrust into you, profanities spewing out of his mouth. You push off his blue jacket and rip his white shirt, buttons flying from where they were previously stitched. He stops his movement for a second to fling his now broken shirt across the dark empty room. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on your forehead against the moon. His hands travelled all over your body, treating you like a delicate piece of irreplaceable art; his lips trailing kisses on your shoulder. Your nails dig into his back and your eyes roll back as his thrusts begin to deepen into you,

“You’re so tight, oh fuck!”

“James, James, James!” You chanted loudly. You were sure, if it were possible, your voice alone could shake the entire castle, and everyone would know what the both of you were up to. Bucky growls in your ear, his hand gripping your hips under your dress tightly. You hear the shudder in his breath, something you’ve learned was a sign of the nearing of his bliss. You feel yourself clenching, making Bucky, moan loudly,

“Oh fuck, Jesus Christ, Y/N, I’m gonna cum!”

“I-I’m- Bucky, I’m cumming!” You mewled, your hands scratching down his back as his hips began to lose rhythm and the both of you dissolve into the pleasure of your orgasms. Your hands try to find something to grab, the marks on his back evident of the need,

“Y/N! Fuck!” His hips jerk into you as your pleasure comes to an end. Pants filled the room as silence took over the moans from moments before. He rolls beside you and pulls you close to him, placing a kiss on your shoulder, “Now, what am I supposed to do without a shirt?”

“It wasn’t my fault you decided not to take it off before.” You laughed, turning to face him and planting a kiss on his lips. Your smile faded as the silence brought you back to reality, “Is this the last time we’ll be together?”

“I’m not too sure, that’s your choice.”

“I don’t want to marry Dimitri, I want to marry you.” He cups your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss, a tear falling from your eye, “Bucky-”

“Run away with me.”

“What?” You sit up from your position, shocked at his offer,

“Run away with me, Printsessa, we’ll be protected in Sokovia, we will live at a safe house, no one will know of our whereabouts except for my father and my guards and they dare not to betray us.”

“I- Bucky, I don’t want a war between our families.”

“When the time comes, Y/N, I will protect you with my life.” You look down at the cold concrete of the floor, deciding what you wanted, “So, please come with me, I can’t bear to see you with another man.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He asks, excitement clear in his eyes,

“Okay, I’ll come with you, I’ll run away with you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He embraces you tightly and pulls you in for a loving kiss, “I’ll get Brooke to fetch my hood and then we may leave.” He nodded, and you gave him a kiss again as if there were leaving forever, “I love you, moy Prints.”

“And I love you, moy Printsessa.”

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