Cuddle with me!
Romania X Shy!Reader
Romania X Shy!Reader: Cuddle with me!
(1st person POV)
I sat in the library of my boyfriends absolutely huge castle, an very old copy of Ileana Cosânzeana spread across my lap, legs folded to hold it up. The pages were worn, turning yellow from the age it's at, the pages thin enough it feels as if though they were going to rip when you turn them, and the brown soft cover on it was falling apart, but it was still legible, and my favorite book! I read it so often it felt as if it was my own child, I knew the story so well.
Sighing, I decided to let my eyes rest for a moment and look around the huge library once again. The warmly colored stone ceiling extended all the way up four flights, the stones recently replaced with skylights and in the middle, a painting of the moon delicately decorated by the stars in the night sky that some people just don't appreciate. There was a fireplace in the far right corner,--which happened to be where I was sitting--with dark brown couches, which matched the wood in the library, that lit the room with a homey glow. A spiral staircase was five steps away, leading up to the next landing, which had a railing just like the third floor to keep people from falling down. The entrance was huge, large wooden doors that had intricate patterns of the night sky carved into them on either side, with a hidden owl reading a book.
It was my favorite room in the entire castle, which was built by Vladimir and his people when his country was first formed. The bricks always said, "Welcome home!" every time I walked through the halls, or even arrived from my house. They were a reddish-brown, close to maroon, but not quite that or an auburn color either. No matter what I try, no exact color fits it; but it was beautiful. Chuckling softly, I thought back on the first time my strawberry blonde boyfriend brought me here.
"Alright," Vladimir said, his pale hands still covering my [eye color] eyes so I wouldn't peak before I was supposed to. "[first name], welcome to my house!"
Finally, he let go of my eyes and I opened them eagerly, only to squeeze them shut tightly, reopening them to find the same magnificent castle still standing in all it's glory before me. The four stories castles bricks were a warming color, windows, dated but still glorious, stood within them. The castle seemed to extend as far as the lot it stood on, but I knew the land must be much larger than it seems. The castle was surrounded by huge fir oaks, the garden full of twists and mazes of flowers and multicolored rose bushes. Some of the structures around the castle had people running in and out of them, wearing what I would picture servants wearing, taking in food, or caring for the garden. I began to walk down the path that was marked with flagstones, weaving along with the gardens on either side, to reveal the front porch, the white pillars standing tall, slightly masking the seating that matched the pure color. As I got closer, I began to see intricate designs carved into the wood. Everywhere there was wood, there was a new design, carving and curling it's way along the ancient wood.
Softly and carefully, as if they may break, I trailed my fingers within the designs, finding the hidden meanings. The pillar, the first one to the right of the staircase, meant love and family. Looking to my left, I trailed my [skin color] fingers and [eye color] eyes down the twisting path it created. This pillar meant protection and holiness.
"I suppose that you like it?" A very familiar Romanian accent chirped from behind me, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. I was so engrossed in examining the tiny details, that I forgot Vladimir was even there next to me this entire time.
"Like it?" I repeated, looking at him like he was the craziest person in the world, which sometimes he was! "I absolutely love it! It's so beautiful!"
Smiling, Vladimir took my hand again, like he always does. I blushed, per usual, and stared into his darkly colored rubies that he just happened to call his eyes. "Just wait until you see the inside!"
'Just wait, indeed!' I thought, smiling fondly at the silly memories of me running around the house like I didn't care what anyone thought. Turns out, those people are Vladimir's servants, but strangely, unlike most,--as most are just angry for having to serve someone--are very kind and generous. Some of the women even made me this outfit, much to my embarrassment, though I wear it often because it was so kind, and I really loved it!
The top was a [favorite color] turtleneck sweater that hugged my figure, showing of some of my curves and "personality"--as some of the servant women prefer to say--size. It was extremely soft to the touch, made out of pure cotton and sheep fur, and Vladimir loves to give me hugs when I wear it, though I get plenty of hugs as it is! The skirt was made out of the same material, but black, still form fitting, but long enough it covered all the way down to my ankles. The shoes were [second favorite color], going up to my knees with white sheep's fur decorating the inside and stitching on the out.
It was probably--out of my long life as [old country name]--the most comfortable outfit I have ever worn. I couldn't be more grateful to those kind servant ladies for making me this outfit. They said it was no problem, but I wasn't taking that! I will find something to pay them back with! One day!
Shaking my head at my silliness, I finally--after having a reminiscent episode--turned my attention back onto the book that lay in my lap. I started to get frustrated with my [hair length and color] hair, strands keep falling in my face. Giving up, I took my hair band and twirled my hair up into a ponytail so it wouldn't keep getting in my way.
After about thirty minutes of reading, I began to get that peculiar feeling I was being watched, sending goosebumps onto my arms and legs. Shuddering, I tugged on the tan wool blanket I had grabbed and wrapped around my shoulders when I got cold. It was a large place, filled with many people. You could never know who, or where, you were being watched from. Only that you knew you were being watched.
"Hello?" I called out softly, my voice slightly echoing in the large dome-like room, which was deadly quiet minus the crackling of the dying flames. I saw a figure running across the second story landing as I glanced up. Shivering violently now, I stood up, silently creeping my way along the old wooden floor boards, careful not to step on the ones that creak. I felt a presence behind me, and I nearly screamed out when an arm went around my waist quickly, but a hand stopped me from doing so.
"Cuddle with me, draga!" A dark, but very familiar, Romanian accented voice purred in my ear, and I relaxed enough not to scream out when Vladimir let go of my mouth and turned me to face him. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair--all different lengths--stood out slightly in all directions, most likely from this little escapade of nearly giving me a heart attack. His hypnotic dark red eyes danced along my face, his cute little fang tooth sticking out of his mouth from his slight smirk.
"It's not nice to scare me!" I said, giving him the death glare, which he returned with shrinking back and loosing the smirk, which became a slight frown accompanied by those puppy eyes. "So no cuddling for you today!"
Vladimir's next expression--one of many; it's like he never ends with new and surprising expressions--was so heartbreaking, I almost reconsidered what I said, until he glomped me, both of us falling to the floor. Burying his face in my chest, he wrapped his strong arms around me to keep me from escaping, though I did struggle.
"Please, dragoste?" He pleaded, his voice muffled by my personality. I struggled, my arms pushing against his shoulders with all of my strength, but DANG he is strong! It's like his arms are made of titanium or a strong metal along those lines. "It's only cuddling, and you are wearing this outfit too! It's irritable! Plus you look so cute!!"
Frustrated and exhausted, I stopped squirming and just laid there. Vladimir made a contempt humming in the back of his throat, causing me to blush from embarrassment as some of the servants walked into the library to clean. With renewed purpose, I shoved Vlad off and took off running. The library doors were almost shut, but I slipped through them and took off running down the network of hallways. I still couldn't help at the back of my mind, admiring the craftsmanship of the old house, but I trudged on, faster when I heard footsteps racing behind me.
Taking a sharp left at an intersection, I sprinted down the halls to find I had landed at a dead end. Which just happened to be Vladimir's bedroom. Not realizing I stopped, Vlad came running in at full speed to crash into me, sending us both flying to the floor. Before I hit the ground, I felt strong arms wrap around me and twist so I fell on him instead of my jaw, which was the course I was on.
After a moment to comprehend what happened, I flipped over into my stomach, lying on Vladimir's chest to assess what happened to him. If anything, he was victorious, but unharmed. His arms tightened around me, and I mentally groaned as he picked me up. I pouted as he laid me down on the bed, the western windows wide open to let the setting sun's rays cast a glow around us, making Vladimir have a weird glow around him.
"You are so beautiful.." He murmured, causing me to blush and hide my face in my hands, which gentle pale hands removed. "Please don't hide yourself.."
Nodding, I pulled his face into my chest, which is where he loves to put his face whenever we cuddle. He chuckled deeply, soon making his way to lay on top of me. I watched the sun set as I played with his surprisingly soft hair, awed by all the warm colors and contrasts the sun made in the baby blue sky.
Soon, as night arose, like all the creatures of the day, I shut my eyes. I was with my love, he holding me, making sure nothing ever shall happen to me. It was peaceful as the night creatures came out to play, and as I slipped into unconsciousness, I prayed for tomorrow. Let tomorrow be a wonderful day, let the sun shine upon us, smiling down upon it's creatures. Then as night shall fall yet again, and we sleep, the moon shall shine upon it's children, welcoming us to the night.