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Fate in Shades [ Pt.1]

The fire-haired man had not been afforded a long pause in the last several days. After the stranger had shown up at the manor and provided Damien with information regarding a considerable amount of wealth somewhat northwest of Valnain and that Damien was now the owner of that wealth. The wooden table that spanned the dining room had been cleared of its settings to make way for various paperwork littered about. The contents of that paperwork varied from maps to travel itineraries to various logs of prospective employees or organizations for hire. He had spent a significant portion of the morning seated at the head of the table combing through the parchments. Now he was reclined back against the curved backing of the chair as his fingers tightly pinched the bridge of his nose.

His nostrils flared at the ever-growing smell of coffee as it flooded the small space. Renae stood near the opposite end of the table with a ceramic mug. It was clear that she was savoring the warmth that the object had provided and his eyes flicked to the hearth that had all but smoldered out. They didn’t need to say a word as he pushed himself up from the chair and knelt down before the moderately sized hearth. Callused hands grabbed several logs and stacked them over the iron grates. He’d reach for a poker that hung in a small rack nearby to stoke the coals as they flared a bright orange. “Have Markus ready Lilith,” his tone was steady and perhaps even slightly gentle as he returned the poker to its place and pushed himself upwards. There had only been a moment where he had caught the woman’s hesitant visage, but still she obeyed with the mug left near the edge of the table where she had previously stood.

There was a common understanding in why Renae had held the mug so firmly in her hands when Damien had finally found his fingertips wrapped around it. The warmth was soothing and he could feel it quell the ache in the bones of his still healing hand. The linen had not been changed for several days and had bore a slight discoloration in several sections with a mix of charcoal and dried blood. He had simply held the mug as weary feet had lead him to the manor’s master bedroom. The sound of the ceramic being placed atop the wooden dresser had made a thud that would’ve gone unnoticed in a busy home. This was not a busy home. At least for the moment.

“Why is there a saddle on your chocobo?” The familiar voice of Alain had caused Damien to round on his heels as he drew in a deep breath. His eyes rolled ever so slightly as he tugged the white sleep shirt over his shoulders and tossed it off to the side. He’d hesitate for a lingering moment as golden hues caught the necklace that hung below his collarbones and his unmarred hand would press against the metal disc for a brief indulgence. “I have business to tend to, Alain,” Damien replied quietly as he reached for a clean, black tunic that Renae had set out for him several days prior. He had buttoned up the shirt hastily save for the top two buttons and began to stuff the hem of the tunic into his trousers of a similar shade. “You have business to tend to?” Alain’s tone was exasperated but Damien could hardly blame him in the moment. “You’ve sat at that table for days giving orders, reviewing documents. Barely eating, sleeping with your head on the table and now you’d have me trust you to ride somewhere?”

Despite their closeness, Damien had reminded Alain of his place several times within their adulthood. The first time was a settling of fists, the second a disagreement of word and now it was offered in silence. Damien didn’t owe Alain an explanation and the annoyance of that was painted all over the Elezen’s face. Instead, the man would simply brush past Alain as he exited the bedroom and retraced his steps back down to the dining room. His fingers would corral several papers into a stack which he then folded in half and placed within a brown leather riding bag. The bag was carried easily in his unharmed hand as he approached the door to the manor and grabbed a large coat off of the sturdy rack. This coat was made with a thick leather exterior and lined with fur on the inside. The neck and collar shared the same fur as if to provide a small hint of fashionability and status. With the coat tugged on and buttoned, the bag was draped over his shoulder to hang at Damien’s side.

“In my absence, I need you to secure a guide. Preferably Viera. That is all that is outstanding at present should Laurant be able to source several guards.” While Damien could tell that the man who still stood several stairs up wanted to protest, he did not. There was only so much one could control the fire-haired lord.

The weather had broken just enough in Ishgard to make the trek bearable and he’d afforded himself a sigh of relief when he knew he was close to the Cress estate. He had removed his wool glove just before reaching the city due to the pain of his fingers being split just enough to fit into each individual pocket and by the time he had reached the sprawling iron gates, his fingers were an angry red color. His lips would purse as he dismounted his chocobo and tied her to the indicated post out front before he delivered a firm knock to the large door. When a woman had opened the door just far enough to greet the visitor, Damien had offered her a tired smile. “Lord Gray to see Lady Cress,” he’d speak. His voice was hoarse and dry from the cool air throughout his travel. “Lady Vahalia Cress,” he corrected just a brief second after his initial greeting. The woman had offered him what he perceived to be a confused look but nonetheless, she allowed the man entry into the initial foyer with the door shut firmly behind him.

In true fashion, the House received Damien well enough and they brought him through the familiar halls to the very open office that they had known Vahalia to be in. Visitors weren’t uncommon, even more so those who passed through the halls to settle within the belly of the manor to discuss business.

Upon stepping into the large room, the comforts of the heat only integrated more towards Damien’s person, a warmth that only a cold traveler could fully appreciate; a soothing reprieve if one might have stopped to notice or embrace it. The large clock within the room gave off a gentle din with each second that passed, cutting through the silence as Vahalia sat within her element, writing in a book, several gil had been placed out and scaled and a few satchels of what one could guess was additional gil sat ever ready.

Despite the fact that Damien had only been in the manor twice prior to this occurrence, the walls still felt familiar. He had a knack for being cognizant of his surroundings and it was clear that they were at work here. The warmth the estate provided was far superior to that of his manor despite being constructed to endure the same frozen tundra. It was clear to him that the Cress Estate was built to withstand time itself.

Candlelight illuminated her work and it was the voice of Marion that had brought the woman’s attention up from her work, “Lord Damien Gray is here to see you, milady.”

Though he towered above Marion’s frame, Damien still kept himself behind the Hyur woman. Perhaps out of a modicum of respect for Vahalia or the sheer uncertainty that his presence would allow. It was obvious he was placing her within the initial line of Vahalia’s sight, a stark difference from his original visit to the estate. His breathing shallowed as his bandaged hand found itself placed firmly within the pocket of his trousers both as a means of disguise and to provide extra warmth.

Vahalia had a sliver of surprise etched into her features, it was hard to tell if perhaps it was her shock at seeing him there or the state had seemingly been in. After a small second ticked on and passed from the sound of the clock when Vahalia appraised him, Vahalia nodded her thanks to Marion who silently bowed and took her leave.

Her writing utensil was placed before her and that very same hand motioned to a few of the seats across from her at her desk, “Pleasant evening Lord Gray. What can I do for you today?”

When Marion had retreated from the room, Damien had taken a modest step forward as he afforded Vahalia a slight smile. It was easy and perhaps he was a little too tired to offer her a more vibrant expression. “Lady Cress,” he’d finally spoken and bowed his head in a manner that conveyed his perceived respect for the woman. “I apologize for the intrusion, but I’ve come to make a request and perhaps a business proposition.” It was clear that his muscles were relaxing the longer he remained within the warmth of the room, though his eyes never strayed from her.

“You must know me well enough that I am always open to the prospect of business, no matter the time or day. Have a seat, relax.” she made to stand up from where she sat, taking that moment as a blessing for the time being to straighten her back and find some quiet, self-soothing few seconds to stretch without much indication she had been sitting and working far longer than she should have.

“Drink? Gin…if I remember correctly? Easy enough when it’s also my favored drink of choice.” the woman skirted towards the large ebony cabinet within the office and her grasp aimed for one of the decanters housing a clear liquid. There was a small pause as she regarded Damien again, the question on the tip of her tongue about tonic and garnish but by the look of the man, he could have used something a little less chased down to rumble the furnace within his belly.

His amber brows had furrowed together as they remained on the raven-haired woman’s frame. While he perceived Vahalia as a threat in the general sense, he did not consider his physical being to be at risk of harm here. Alain likely would have differed with that opinion, but what Damien knew of his interactions with Vahalia and what Valeria had shared, he knew she would be far too cunning and Damien hadn’t entirely wronged Vahalia directly. Valeria disobeying Vahalia’s wishes was a slight, of course, but in the grand scheme of things he considered the weight of that wrongdoing to be rather low. “Gin will do,” he’d agree with a slight nod.

Lips twitched gently and Vahalia smirked, drawing back to Damien’s person to hold out the glass of gin, cooled by several lumps of ice within the hollow of the glass, “Perhaps best to keep this less formal.” she added, never quite enjoying the pleasantries and pomp that often came with the noble banter. It was best to cut right past the frills and bullshit – at least in her eyes.

The cold of the glass around his fingers was painful at first given the tenderness of his fingers, though he had done a fair job at masking it as he brought the glass to his lips. The quality of her gin was made obvious with the tantalizing taste it provided and the weight of the juniper berries leading the forefront in taste and smell. The liquid felt refreshing in his mouth for the moment that it remained but the typical burn of liquor was felt in the pit of his stomach and provided somewhat of a reprieve to his core. Simply, he would nod in regard to her request to discard the formalities. There would be no objection from him now or even when he was far more refreshed.

The woman settled herself at the edge of her desk, legs crossed and her own glass in hand, “I believe there is much you and I could discuss, perhaps need to at this rate but there is plenty of time for such.” a finger flexed out from the curve of her glass towards Damien, “So let's hear it.”

Damien had paused for a moment. The sound of the ticking clock was enough to warrant a trance-like state from anyone but given how he had completely thrown himself into planning and plotting for the nights prior, it was enough to make the man want to fall asleep. He would break the trance with a clear of his throat as he stepped forward to place the glass he held on the side of the desk where she leaned. The step forward had brought Damien’s agile frame closer to her own but he had stepped back only a brief second later to enforce the truth in his harmless visit. “Vahalia,” he breathed deeply. The evident rise and fall of his chest had shown how much of his frame had gone into the simple action. “Given that you’d like to skip the formalities, I’m inclined to speak rather plainly with you. I’m in need of a ship.” While his eyes remained on her to gauge a reaction initially, they had broken so that he could reach into the satchel at his side and remove the paperwork that he had packed with him. He had not yet made a motion to expose those papers to her. “I’ve recently come into another avenue of business and after allocating the gil for a charter, I have realized that it would be far too costly for it to be a regular occurrence.”

A gentle chuckle sniped before it could register through her throat, “A ship?” she almost looked amused as her eyes lingered on his mien a moment, knowingly, perhaps calculating Damien a little more in-depth than one typically might. A heavy stare, a few ticks of seconds went by that could have only been held as feeling akin to eons. Vahalia took this brief moment to partake from her glass in hand, “And you’re asking me for mine or if I know anyone who has one willing to cater to your charters or…” Therein was a small pause after her words clipped, head tilting curiously, “-- the funds?”

The air felt just a smidge like a standoff. Vahalia’s demeanor was cool and collected and Damien stood more disheveled than he normally would have looked with a perhaps more frantic demeanor. His motions weren’t erratic but it was clear that his decision seemed to be more spur of the moment than anything. “The funds,” he affirmed with a short and firm tone. “I will start this by asking that you keep this information between the two of us as it’s separate from House Gray and Cordelia’s involvement in my family’s affairs. However, I’ve recently become the owner of a fairly rich plot of land.” Damien would pause so that he could extend one of the papers to her. This paper will contain the estimated value of the parcel of land and the silver mines that sat within the deeds Damien recently acquired. Curiously enough, the paper would remove any discerning details of the exact location of the land but it did state that it was somewhere near Valnain, and at the bottom, it was a signature and seal of an appraiser in Ishgard. “That is proof of my ownership and its value.” He would speak as if the paper would not be obvious enough to Vahalia.

Placing her glass down, Vahalia extended a hand to take the papers, and as Damien spoke, she unraveled the contents to take the time to read through them, appraising further just what sort of riches he had access to. She looked skeptical for a moment before her attention drifted to Damien in silence, a prolonged and pointed stare before her eyes met the parchment once more. She was scrutinizing silently as she opted to hear him out further.

“Given that House Cress is a notable transporter of goods, I would assume that you are well equipped with ships to handle those transportation needs. I would need something of moderate size and able to withstand threats of piracy.” He paused once more only to hand her another piece of paper. “I have had my accountant comprise a list of assets. My manor in the Western Highlands, my personally owned chocobos and their value, the racing chocobos that I own stock in and the percentages of those, and my falconry business as well as the worth of the birds in my personal collection. You are free to have the items appraised by someone of your choosing should you wish.” Damien drew in a steady breath as he realized that he had come down to the final paper. To allow himself a momentary reprieve and perhaps to give himself a little courage he had reached for the glass on the desk and took a quick gulp. Damien would extend the final piece of paper to her as he remained somewhat closer to her person. This final paper was a contract of sorts. It was handwritten and given several smudges, it appeared to be written hastily. It was probable that Damien had written it before the others had awoken in his manor. The details of the contract were cut and dry. Damien’s assets were collateral for frontloaded funding of the ship. Vahalia would receive monthly payments from the avenues of business Damien regularly conducted during the ship's construction and until his mine was up and running, at which point Vahalia and Damien could negotiate a percentage of the mine’s output to be made in monthly payments. The last bit, however, was a clause. Should Damien default on these payments in excess of three months his assets would be seized and he requested that they be split equally between the Cress sisters. It was a curious clause, of course.

Taking the second piece of information, Vahalia also took whatever leisure she saw fit to both hear Damien out and go over the information. It was the handing over of the third paper that Vahalia’s gaze had caught the sight of his crudely bandaged hand. Saying nothing on her matter, her full attention returned to the task at hand going over all the details Damien had gone through the trouble to compile for her.

While she had scanned the documents, Damien had busied himself with reaching for the glass once more. He made no apology for how he had downed the remaining liquor in several large swigs. The request was large and Vahalia’s silence was…jarring.

Tongue rolled around in her mouth a moment, savoring the lingering flavor of the gin within, “I might have something for you if this is what you’re looking for. I have blueprints that are of no use to me at current but might be of use to you. This by no means is an easy task and building ships is monumental, not including the money that goes into having to build them. You ask a lot, Damien. However; I’m a woman who sees worth in investments.” there was a small pause from her and for the briefest of moments, she smirked, attention cutting to the large safe nestled into the stone wall, “Cordelia will not like it if she finds out you’ve come to me for a business proposition that might not favor her, however, I’ve made no such promises to her that we could not make deals of our own that has nothing to do with her.”

Damien had placed the empty glass down on the desk as he returned to his place several paces away from her. In an attempt to remove idle hands and remove the obvious bandage from view, he tucked them firmly into the pockets of his trousers. “Cordelia is entitled to the knowledge and wealth of Ambrose’s businesses per his will. It mentioned nothing of wealth I acquire on my own.” His tone was even, perhaps a fair bit more kind to Cordelia than he had been in recent months.

“Fair. It’s not as if Cordelia needs to know what business I have with other people since I’ve come to find she has no qualms with doing business with others that impede on Cress's personal interactions in some light despite knowing beforehand how I feel about said person conducting the business.” she didn’t elaborate further. At this rate, Damien and Vahalia were very much within their right having not been the two who struck the first move. Ricard Blythe was of no consequence here and certainly not worth the mention. Vahalia would tend to that matter in due course.

Once more Vahalia’s gaze ticked back to Damien, there was a small little knowing glint in the honey-pools that regarded him so fully, “I made my promise of not transporting any textiles or gems that were not hers. For the sake of avoiding competition, the two of us are exclusive to one another in that aspect.” She looked to the papers in hand once more and she then extended them out to Damien to take – they did belong to him after all.

“Normally I would agree and say yes, but given the situation as of late, I’ve come to find out that my sister has been seeing you in secret, furthermore, that you and my husband are somewhat at odds. I do not like to mix business with family or pleasure but I cannot help but wonder why you have sought out my assistance in this when your distaste for us runs deep. Or so, I am led to believe.” she offered a bit of a lopsided smile, “Color it a curious question from a curious woman who has been absent in this House as of late due to work elsewhere. I would very much like to hear it from the horse's mouth; as it were.”

There had been a momentary hesitation as the papers were outstretched to him before he finally utilized his uninjured hand to grab them from her. Instead of tucking them away, he simply held the folded papers firmly within his grasp. His jaw would clench as the pit of his stomach would drop and he feared that the words that she spoke were that of a rejection. His golden hues would drop from her own to fall to the ground beneath them. “I have no distaste for your family,” he replied in earnest. If she did not believe him with his tone, the softening of his facial features might have assisted the matter. “I will not lie to you. Your sister and I have seen one another since your request that she and I keep our distance. Only twice. The first instance was a dinner at an establishment in Ishgard that I am more than happy to provide to you. I paid for the dinner, offered to walk her home which she declined, and we went our separate ways. The second instance, your sister invited me to meet her in Tailfeather. I will admit that I wanted to see your sister and agreed to the meeting. I traveled with my attendant, Alain, however, I requested to be alone with Valeria. She brought me to the stables where I was shown your recent purchase of chocobos. I taught her how to handle the young hatchlings and nothing more. In fact, I suggest she request one from you given how she had taken to them.” There was little point in Damien sparing Vahalia the details. She already knew that the pair had been sneaking around and in a rare occurrence, Damien leaned into complete honesty.

“Your husband requested my presence prior to the meeting in Tailfeather but I was not able to meet with him until after your sister had introduced me to the chicks. The missive did not provide any details other than Lord Cress’ desire to meet. Your husband spent a large portion of the conversation interrogating me about my skills and involvement in chocobo care and breeding as well as falconry. I asked multiple times if he considered this a business meeting as I felt entitled to payment for my time and opinion. I was met with vague answers. Admittedly, I did let on that I knew about your purchase of the chocobos but refused to name my source and it seemed to…irritate your husband and I was met with a threat on your behalf if I was, indeed, sneaking around with your sister. The conversation devolved from there.” Damien would offer her an apathetic shrug as he inhaled slowly. “I will not be threatened by a man who used to wield a lance on your behalf, Vahalia.”

She groused at the final admittance and she slipped from the desk to quietly walk over to the cabinet once more to pick up the decanter and small bowl of lemon wedges, on her few steps back to the desk and Damien she gave him a rather pointed look but reached in with the large decanter to refill his glass and settle the items down on the desk within reach of them both, “It’s amusing, to say the least that so much fuss was made over nothing. As I told Valeria myself, I did not forbid her because I aimed to punish her, business is fragile when there is little to no foundation to work off of. The Court and the people within it, the Council, are fresh and new and I’d really like to not see it fall before any of us can get truly started on solidifying things. I know all too well it only takes one person to say something and it to be misconstrued entirely for things to topple. Case in point, Tailfeather. If people saw my sister and you alone, their minds would run amok with theories and accusations when – as you say – it was entirely innocent and not the case. But people talk and there are people out there that will make ‘talk’ their business and there is a lot to be had with information like stated.”

He would hum quietly in response to her. While Damien could understand Vahalia’s fears in theory regarding the council and its new prospects, it didn’t entirely make the situation easier for the man.

Vahalia took a moment to take up her drink and take communion from the rim to wet her mouth once more, “I look out for Valeria’s best interests. I’m not sure if she has told you this but our father had done something awful to her and hired men to kill her about 5 years ago. She was out with someone that evening and it was staged to look like an accident. That person she was with? I later came to find out – many years later after I met the person – that was the nephew of the man who was hired by my father to take her out. She fled Ishgard and we thought her dead. In the end, both my father and the man he had hired got what they deserved. And here we are this year, I spent the beginning of last Star Light with my sister who had been bedridden because she was yet again attacked in Ishgard at the market while being escorted, and she suffered a brain injury. So…as you can imagine, my fear for her health is ever present for several reasons. She has her trauma, I have mine. I try not to be too hard with her but I know she has a very good and spirited heart. This is why I believe you when you tell me you only seen hatchlings because that very much sounds like Valeria. She isn’t like me despite us being twins, we are like night and day. I might have once been the person to steal away secret frolics in a stable but I know my sister is not that person.”

“Your sister mentioned one of her last memories being with a man named Ricard Blythe. Though I am sure you’re already aware of that.” It had almost slipped his memory entirely, but given that he had just requested to recall his day with Valeria there was extra effort and care given to that recollection. “I understand that he was also her ex-betrothed.”

“She knows very little of her involvement with him and it is perhaps best left that way. I am aware of this, I was the one that had arranged their marriage along with his parents.” her hand waved slightly, another time and Ricard Blythe as a whole was another subject she didn’t want to get too deep into, in her eyes, he wasn’t worth the breath.

Vahalia set a small gaze to the glass in hand and she eventually set it aside, “I appreciate your honesty. I feel like all of this could be avoided. If I were a woman who found worth in apologies, I would apologize for my husband's approach but I feel as if that is something he should do himself. I will not shoulder that burden. It’s a pity the ball had been dropped in that regard as I’m sure you two could have been fast companions but here in lies the reason why I never mix business and pleasure or anything remotely personal if it can be helped. There is a time and place and there are times we turn that light on and do what must be done but we should never cross the three. A shame we cannot use your services as I now see there are better things waiting for you elsewhere, but perhaps another time.” she was hopeful in that statement and she did express a small smile, “Valeria likes you and I can see she cares for you. You’ve done her a service for being as kind to her as you have been and providing her a sliver of company and companionship. So for that, you do have my appreciation.”

“If I am to be honest again, Vahalia, I am somewhat sweet on your sister.” His voice was low with an impossible hope that she hadn’t heard. “There are few who understand the plight of being the…spare and I’ve taken the opportunity to confide in your sister. My liking to her has little to do with your business, Cordelia Gray’s business or your shared interests.”

“Somewhat sweet on her? Come now, let's not get too carried away.” the matriarch laughed, somewhat amused. Perhaps the admission was somewhat…endearing to her, “I appreciate that, however, that you fully recognize that I wish for her to not get caught up in your plight with the Lady Gray. It would be much easier for everyone involved to keep things in their own, little boxes. Perhaps now with you out of her estate, things might be much easier for all involved.”

Reaching toward the center of her desk, Vahalia pulled up a small amount of parchment and the pen, sliding it over in Damien’s direction, “Write your amount. I will have Bruce have the funds escorted to you promptly with a written contract for you to sign and you may send him back to me once the deal has been finalized on your behalf stating you consent to this arrangement. You may leave your address with me for that purpose alone and I will ensure you will have the available gil and blueprint should you wish to utilize it.”

The shock was somewhat obvious on his face as his eyes widened slightly but he had managed to shake it off with a clenched jaw. The papers in his hands had been shoved back into the leather satchel with little care and he stepped forward to loosely grasp the pen and scrawl the amount necessary to fund the ship’s building, his address, and the name of an individual. “The items you requested,” he spoke as his fingers pushed the parchment forward towards her and he placed the pen down on the desk. “The name on there is an individual who can assist you with your birds. He’s rather old and prickly, but he is well-versed. His experience is notable within the Holy Stables and Lightfeather.” What might have been perceived as an act of good faith was in truth an attempt to means to keep him and the Lord of House Cress separated for the time being. “I do have one final request, Vahalia,” he’d offer as he reached for the drink she had refilled so that he could take a generous helping. “I would like to see your sister before I depart.”

Vahalia’s brow rose as Damien had outreached with a courtesy of his own, knowing full well the man currently offer much but even with nothing in his pockets, he managed to offer her something in return. A grateful bow of her head came and she hummed lowly, “Kind of you, I’ll see that I contact them.”

Her ears were pricked at the words of a final request and she stared across to him hand fussing with the slope of her glass, “If you’d like to see her, you’re welcome to. I’d imagine before you head off – into gods know where – she’d want to see you – she wouldn’t forgive me if I said no.”

Her free hand lifted to the door, “Last I seen her, she had departed to the library shortly after dinner. I imagine she’s still there given her penchant for falling asleep in there while reading.”

Damien offered the Cress matriarch a swift nod as he made several additional steps backward so that he could move towards the doorway of the office that they had been in. “You’ll have to forgive me, Vahalia, but I’ve not been in your estate much to know where things are.” He’d offer her with a hint of a laugh followed up with a genuine smile.

“Quite alright.” she slipped from her perch and made her way towards the exit, a crook of her finger beckoning Damien to follow. As she stepped out into the main foyer, Vahalia waved Bruce over who had been ever-present just outside the door.

Damien followed her without question as she moved past him, but he’d reach a hand out to hover near her upper arm to stop her, Vahalia paused in her trek, permitting the interaction as Damien would softly utter a quiet ‘Thank you’, his hand dropped away from her before Bruce had arrived.

It was likely no surprise that the Hellsguard had his fair share of knowledge of what went on in and out or around the house and even the discussions that had taken place in Vahalia’s office. The man was large in size, tall, and looked just about capable of turning any person into a mortal-knot. Heavy steps brought the Roe within the vicinity of the two and Vahalia offered –what most have seen as her gentle side – a sincere smile, “Bruce, if you could, please see to it that Lord Gray here is brought to the library. He wishes to see Valeria. I’m sure you can accommodate him should Valeria not be where we suspect, hmm?” honey-colored eyes roved upward to the Roe.

“Yes ma’am.” his voice was a low timbre despite his size, he seemed intelligent and well-spoken undeterred by how quiet and reserved the man had often come off. The man’s steely gaze shot down to Damien, “This way, Ser.” and his hand motioned towards the main door that would lead them through a myriad of corridors and hallways that steeped well into the very core of the house itself.

[ To be continued... ]

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THIRD PERSON'S POV:

December 5th, 1971. 07:56 AM

The dim light from early morning hours shone in through lacey white curtains in Bobby's room, illuminating the cold flat. The humble droning of cars below rumbled softly. Bobby had never, ever been a morning person, especially in the winter months.

God, he remembered just why he didn't take opening-shift jobs now; the mornings of New York were miserable to be welcomed from sleep to. He groggily sat up, reaching to the foot of his bed, where his suitcase lay. Inside were just a few of his belongings, such as clean spare clothes, forty bucks, a half-empty deodorant stick, a pack of stale beef jerky, and a belt. As he looped the belt through the belt loops, Bobby remembered the feel of it's soft leather wrapped around the skin just above his elbow. As if the room wasn't already silent, another dreadful silence slipped in.

Rejecting the memory, Bobby finished looping his belt quickly, kicking his heels into his shoes as he shoved his bomber jacket over his shoulders, zipping up half-way. A box of matches and a packet of silk cuts branded themselves against his skin as he felt them in his pockets.

✧ THREE MINUTES LATER ✧

A five-minute walk with only a minute to spare, Bobby accepted the fact that he'd be late to work. He wasn't planning on punctuality, the mindset of working any job but one assigned to him already kicking in, I guess some things never change. Besides, the dark-haired man already had something else in mind.

Bobby sat on the steps of the apartment, a cigarette tucked between his lips. He rested his hands in the pockets of his jacket, keeping them from the nipping frosty air of New York. Across the street, the little café had opened. The tan-brown bricks, the tea-green awning, the name of the café written in white paint. He watched two waiters, already in uniform, walk in through the door along with a tall, grey-haired man with hollowed cheeks. He was likely the manager, as his ridiculous outfit suggested. The lights turned on inside, the outside seating brought outside once again & the awning extended out into the street. Lastly, the little sign saying Closed was flipped, now reading Open.

Bobby stood up, throwing his cigarette butt on the ground, stamping out the burn end with the tip of his boots as he crossed the street, entering the café.

✧ INSIDE THE SHOP; Y/N'S POV: ✧

Y/N's uniform consisted of a white t-shirt, green apron that wrapped around her mid-section & pants of her choice, which in today's case would be a pair of brown flared trousers. It was a fuck ugly uniform, but it hard to slay when you have to worry about the uniform policy.

The first customer of the day was an old man who sat in the darkest corner in the café, reading the menu slowly. He typically came in every few days and never tipped. Y/N's work partner, Loretta, usually took his order. Loretta was one of Y/N's only friends, but a great one at that. She had shoulder-length curls, bleached not quite blonde but rather an off-ginger shade. The second customer was a woman in all-black attire, probably attending some important meeting that day. She wore heels that sounded loudly on the old wooden floor as she walked towards the counter, ordering a black coffee to-go.

The third customer was a man y/n hadn't seen before, and definitely not one who looked like he drank coffee from a local café. Maybe he drank coffee, but still, his grungy apparel brought a feeling similar to a premonition, but an enticing one at that.

His face was stubbled; he needed a shave. His hair was kept out of his face with a band around his forehead and a tall nose standing in the middle of his face like some sort of landmark. The thick, dark hair around his face framed it; his dark eyes held a witty spark within them; he seemed upbeat for some reason.

"What would you like to order?" Y/N spoke, hands on the counter as she waited for an order to fix a drink of some sort.

No response. Bobby had heard her, and acknowledged it, probably, but he was busy reading the menu fixed on a sign above Y/N's head.

"Mmm, I don't know. What do you suggest?" Bobby spoke after maybe fifteen seconds of silence, glancing from the sign to her. Already, a line began to trickle in behind Bobby, all lining up quietly & neatly.

"Black coffee." Y/N spoke, unfeeling and unknowing to the chemistry Bobby was trying to search for. Her answer was short and simple. She had recommended the easiest drink on the menu.

"I don't like black coffee." He scoffed, looking back at the menu, reading it slowly and carefully as if he had all the time in the world.

Y/N frowned a little. She glanced nervously at the line, hoping the man would make up his mind. Thankfully Loretta had finished taking orders of seated customers & handed them to the manager who was working behind the counter and now opened a second register, a second line forming.

"Espresso then." Y/N suggested, another easy drink to make.

"What's in an espresso?" He tilted his head a little, knotting his brows together as if to imitate confusion.

"Americano." Y/N bluntly spoke. She didn't have the patience to explain simple coffee recipes.

"No no, I don't want an Americano, they're too sour." Bobby protested, shaking his head as if in disappointment.

"Americano's are sweet."

"No, they're sour."

A long silence came from Y/N. She stared at Bobby, not reciprocating his silliness.

"Americano's are not sour."

"The ones I've had are."

"..So.. do you want an Americano?"

"No I want an Espresso."

Y/N hesitated, waiting to see if he'd pull another trick. He stared intently now, his lips not moving to speak another remark.

Four minutes later, Bobby was handed his Espresso. He didn't typically indulge in buying over-priced coffee, but the charisma of the little café was something Bobby decided if he incorporated into his life, would steer him away from spending his time elsewhere. A distraction.

✧ 08:12; BOBBY'S POV: ✧

By the time Bobby had arrived at work, the store had been open for just over ten minutes. Inside was quiet, apart from a few teenagers on their way to school buying gum or the elderly doing their weekly shopping.

Matilda was at the front desk, the sweat on her forehead making her fringe begin to curl.

"You're late!" She hissed at Bobby entering through the door, strutting towards the backroom to get his uniform.

"No I'm not." Bobby replied before shutting the door to the backroom. He scribbled his name down on a name-tag, sticking it to the store-uniform fleece. The fleece was a dark navy colour with two thin lines running horizontally below the chest, one yellow and one red.

"You're LATE." She repeated, glaring at him, but still somehow keeping the pace she held scanning customer items.

"Maybe your watch is just fast." Bobby remarked, taking zero offense to the huff Matilda was working up over his timing. He walked into another register, opening it up.

The day went by with no significant events. Thankfully, Matilda didn't snitch to the manager about Bobby's punctuality, but there's a good chance she will if he runs late again.

✧ 03:21; ✧

First day back, Bobby had accidentally charged four customers twice the price of their items, dropped multiple & worked about three times slower than Matilda. Raul dropped by once, much less cheerful than he was the previous day. Bobby had a feeling that would happen; no grocery-store manager is typically that enthusiastic. He took a spoking break in the back alley, meeting Matilda doing the same. Their uniforms would smell of tobacco afterwards, but since Raul smoked in the backroom it was easy to blame the smell on the backroom, as Matilda had informed Bobby.

Raul offered Bobby $2.10 per hour if he stayed til half seven, as the person who was supposed to come in after Bobby had spontaneously moved to Florida. Bobby agreed, liking the sound of a seventy-cent temporary pay-rise.

✧ 07:26; ✧

With the end of Bobby's shift approaching, the final mile was really kicking in. His entire demeanour was tired, and he was working impossibly slow with a grumbly attitude.

Deciding to go out for a "smoke break" and never return, Bobby left the register & stood outside the shop, as Raul was shouting on the phone in the back-alley. As he held a cigarette between his tobacco-stained fingers, a familiar face exited the shop. Y/N, not wearing her horrid work uniform & in a thick fake-fur coat. She was holding two brown paper bags of groceries, balancing one on each hip.

Bobby stood up from where he slouched against the wall, now walking in step with her. A man of the moment, if Bobby tried this today he'd probably get tazed.

"Want some help carrying those?" He offered, the cigarette hanging lazily from his lips.

Taken slightly aback, Y/N frowned, almost discouraging him altogether.

Before Bobby could speak another bluntly friendly offer, Y/N handed him a bag. She continued walking, readjusting the other bag a little, not acknowledging the puppy she had at her heels.

"Your welcome." He sassily added.

The two walked a length together, Bobby sparking up conversation about anything, anything he could think of. "How's the weather?" He asked, spitting the cigarette he had into a bin, not wanting to look bummy in front of a lady. "Same as always. Cold." Y/N shrugged, crossing the street. Bobby followed in tow.

"Do you like your job?" He asked. "No, who does." Y/N answered. "Awh, don't be such a pessilist." Bobby cooed "The word is pessimist." She corrected him, fighting the oncoming smile at his idiocy. There was something.. slightly charming about the way he answered so quickly yet so foolishly, large doe eyes glancing to his side at her every chance he got.

"Oh, well, I'm not too smart. You seem smart, you go to college?" Bobby followed up. Y/N scoffed sadly, "No, I wish. I got rejected from four." "What were you gonna study?" "Philosophy." Y/N mumbled, perhaps slightly embarrassed about it. Not that she found anything wrong with studying philosophy, but her parents seemed to highly discourage it, since it's deemed typically useless.

"Oh, I know a few philosophers." Bobby spoke brightly. "Pythagoras, Plato, Aristotle.. Uhm.. Para-something." Bobby began listing all the philosphers that came to mind at that moment. Y/N giggled when he said para-something.

"What? I told you I'm not too smart." He retorted, mocking a hurt-tone in his voice. "Parmenides. Philosophy is much more complex than studying the Greek Philosophers though. I mean, the courses can cover a range of umbrella-genres.." As Y/N began rambling about all she knew of philosophy college courses, Bobby listened with a great interest. Of course, he didn't understand half of what she was saying, but at least he nodded along with great enthusiasm and asked a few questions along the way. Unbeknownst to Bobby, Y/N was taking the long way home, just to draw out the conversation a little longer.

✧ SIXTEEN MINUTES LATER; ✧

At the steps of a grey apartment, Y/N stopped. Bobby stopped beside her. He looked up at the building, trying to count the storeys in it but gave up at fifteen.

"What floor do you live on?" He asked. "Twenty." Y/N sighed, taking the bag from Bobby.

"Oh, and thank you." Y/N smile was warm, bizarrely different from when they first met. "Anything to help out the next Aristotle." Bobby replied, looking down with a grin.

Y/N rolled her eyes, giggling quietly. Bobby skipped up the steps ahead of her, just to get the door and hold it open.

"Why thank you." She smiled again, tilted her head against her shoulder as Bobby stood there, stupidly smiling.

"Are you working tomorrow?" Bobby asked, leaning on the side of the door now.

"No, I only work on Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays." Y/N shook her head. Tomorrow was Wednesday.

"You have the day off?" Bobby asked, brows raising.

"No," Y/N sighed, huffing a laugh, "I'm going to Coney Island this Wednesday, visiting my sister."

"Well, have a good time so." He pursed his lips into a subtle smile, watching as Y/N made her way inside, towards the elevator. Bobby walked down the steps, towards his own flat. He didn't know this area of New York too well, but wouldn't get lost by any means.

He took a seven minute detour, deliberately avoiding Needle Park. A burning curiosity itched his insides. He wanted to have a look, to check up on his friends. To see if Kitty was there. But he couldn't do that, he couldn't go back. People don't go to Needle Park to find jobs or prosperity, they go there to die.

When Bobby got home, he patted down his pockets, looking for his keys. He found him in his back pocket & unlocked the door. A cold room & mumbled arguments from neighbours greeted him.

END OF CHAPTER ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Word Count: 2.2k

IMPORTANT: If I call Bobby Paolo at some stage PLEASE tell me omg it's so embarrassing I don't know why I do it </3

#tony montana #pacino #panic in needle park #al pacino #70s #new york #new york city #meow #uhhhhh

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Birthday Boy - Billy Batson x Diana Prince

Billy couldn't believe this is happening.

He couldn't believe he is about to have dinner with Wonder Woman!

When Billy sent the letter asking if they could meet up he didn't expect a response. The day before his 18th birthday he received a letter from Wonder Woman and it said she has accepted his request and will meet with him on his birthday.

At first Billy thought he was seeing things he had to read it over and over to fully process the fact that he is going on a date with Wonder Woman!

Not a date. Billy quickly told himself. It is just dinner. Just two superheroes having dinner that's all.

When his birthday finally arrived Billy spent the day celebrating it with his family. When the evening came Billy got ready and he flew to the restaurant the two superheroes agreed to meet in.

Along the way Billy brought some flowers.

Roses Wonder Woman will like roses right?

He drops down in front of the restaurant entrance.

It's not a romantic gesture or anything I'm just being nice, polite, friendly. She will like them. She will like them!

He nods to himself.

Yeah just friends just friends. It is not a date not a date.

When Billy walked in he was met with whoops and cheers.

"SHAZAM!" One kid squealed.

Billy raises his hand and waves.

"Hey!"

"Shazam!"

"Holy shit it's him!"

"The Savior!"

"Our hero!"

"I love you Shazam!" A woman shouted out.

"I love you too." Billy smiled.

"Are you single?" The same woman asked.

"Uhh..." Billy laughs a little. "Well uh as you can see I'm um..."

He holds up the roses to make his point.

"You are meeting someone?" The Chef asked.

Billy nods.

"That's right."

The Chef raises his eyebrows.

"A special someone."

"A special someone indeed."

"Well well." The Chef rubs his hands excitedly. "We better get you seated."

Billy was escorted to the table. He accepts the menu and looks through it.

"It is on the house." The Chef nodded. "As a thank you for your services."

Billy places his hand on his chest and smiles.

"Thank you Mr..."

" Pascal. " The Chef bowed.

"Chef Pascal." Billy grinned .

"He knows my name." The Chef muttered.

In the end Billy decided to order steak, fries and a soda. He sucks on the straw and glances at the clock.

She should be here by now.

He looks outside and he starts to become nervous.

What if she changed her mind.

Billy sadly sighs.

Of course she would change her mind. Why would she wanna spend time with me? She's probably got better things to do.

Billy looks round the restaurant and grits his teeth.

A superhero being stood up that's um...that's embarrassing...really embarrassing.

What should Billy do? Just get up and leave? Come up with an excuse? Surely there has to be a robbery nearby that he can go and check out.

As Billy goes to check the recent news on his phone someone walks past him and goes into the seat opposite. They clear their throat gaining his attention.

Billy looks up from his phone and frowns.

"Sorry but this seat is taken..." His voice trails off as the person lowers their sunglasses. "Oh...OH!" Billy sits up straight. His eyes are wide with shock. "Wonder Woman!"

"Wonder Woman smiles at him.

"Hello Billy."

"Uh..."

Billy suddenly became speechless. He noticed Wonder Woman is not wearing her iconic armor instead she is wearing a black shirt with flared trousers to match, high heeled boots and a brown leather jacket. Her hair is tied back into a bun. This was all a fascinating sight to Billy it amazed him how a superhero like Wonder Woman can look so human right now.

"I like to keep a low profile." Wonder Woman said reading his mind. "You on the other hand." She looks round at all the staring faces. "I see we have ourselves an audience."

"Um..." Billy looked sheepishly at his suit. He and Wonder Woman always wore their suits in his dreams.

"So this is the lucky woman." Chef Pascal purred.

"Yes!" Billy replied. "Yes this is Wo..."

"Diana." She quickly cut him off with a smile.

"Diana. Lovely name for a lovely woman."

Diana kept her head down but Billy saw her cheeks blush pink.

"What would you like Madam?" The Chef asked. "You can pick whatever you like it is on the house."

"I'll have what he is having please." Diana replied as she pointed at Billy's plate.

"Coming right up."

As the Chef walks off he bends down and whispers in Billy's ear.

"I like her already."

Billy forced a smile.

If only you knew who she was.

"So Billy last time we saw each other. "

"I was dead." Billy laughed.

"Hey!" Diana smiles. "Not everyone gets to say that."

"True." Billy again laughs. "Very true...Oh!" Billy picks up the bunch of roses. "I uh I got these for you." He added shyly.

"Aww." Diana takes the roses. "That's very sweet Billy thank you. That reminds me." She places a little gift on the table. She grins. "Happy Birthday."

Billy quickly shakes his head.

"You didn't have to do that."

"It's your birthday I had to get you something."

Billy stares at the present with disbelief.

I got a present from Wonder Woman...Holy shit!

Billy didn't recognize the gift when he opened it. He examines the strange object in his hands. His frown deepens as he tries to work out what it is.

Diana then told him what it was. It is something to do with their culture, their beliefs, part of the Greek mythology. Billy pretended to understand he smiled and nodded as she spoke about it. Then a chuckle comes from Diana.

"You are puzzled."

Billy felt like he been caught out.

"No I'm not!" He quickly said.

"It's okay." She gives him an amused smile. "All I can say is it is harmless so you don't need to worry about it."

"Good." Billy places the item back into the box. "That's good you know where I'm from accidents can umm happen but thank you I really appreciate it I really do I never had a present from a superhero before. I feel honored. So umm..." He clears his throat. "How have you been? How's life?"

"All good." She nods. "Billy, why did you contact me?"

"I told you in the letter it's my birthday and it has been a while since we last saw each other and I thought we should catch up."

"I read the letter." She sighs. "Billy. " She leans forward. She raises her eyebrow at him. "Why did you really contact me?"

Shit!

Billy leans back in his seat. He bites his lip as he thought about how to respond to this.

"When we last spoke I said I would be 18 soon and maybe we could..." He does the phone gesture. "Do you remember that?"

"I do. So what you are saying is you want to have sex with me? "

"No not like that it's just..." He sighs.

Just spit it out.

"I have these dreams. Me, you together like this only difference is you were wearing your superhero stuff. We talk about things, get to know each other then...it's get more heated? Passionate but...every time we are about to...do it I wake up. It is annoying as Hell. I thought now that I am 18 I am now an adult I can do whatever the Hell I like I thought maybe I could finally finish that dream."

"So you do want to have sex with me?"

"Uh...yeah." Billy silently cursed to himself.

I must sound like a creep.

He can already imagine Freddy's face if he told him what he just confessed to Wonder Woman. If Wonder Woman decided to run out of this restaurant Billy wouldn't blame her at all. He made himself sound like a right weirdo. Instead Diana stayed in her seat. Her face is blank Billy didn't know what she is feeling right now. That made Billy feel even more anxious.

A minute later Diana sighs heavily.

"Billy. You are just a kid."

"18." Billy gestures to himself. "Not a kid anymore."

"Compared to me, you are very young."

"Well Freddy's girlfriend is over 6000 years old."

Diana couldn't argue with that.

The boy had a fair point.

"But still..." She again sighs. "It is not right."

"It's not like I look 18. I'm in a full grown man's body so it wouldn't look weird or anything...It never looks weird in my dreams. " He muttered the last part.

"How often do you have these dreams?" Diana asked.

"Every night." He answered without hesitation.

Now I really sound like a creep.

"Look. " Billy gives her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Billy, I'm sure you are not the first person to dream about me." She replied with a slight laugh. "I know lots of men and women who wish to sleep with me."

"Men and women, you are very popular then."

Billy looks down at himself again. His cheeks go from pink to red. He is feeling embarrassed.

Diana tilts her head. She frowns.

"You really want this?" When Billy didn't reply Diana decided to ask another question. "Have you ever done it before?"

"Sex." Billy couldn't look her in the eye. "No."

"You are a virgin?" Diana shakes her head. "Wouldn't you prefer to lose your virginity to someone special?"

"But you are special." Billy looks up at her with wide eyes. "I mean you are Wonder Woman and you are...you are..."

Beautiful, hot, gorgeous.

Billy couldn't get the words out. Diana however seem to understand what he is trying to convey to her. At that moment Diana didn't see a cocky lad trying to get into her underwear instead she saw a boy with a crush. She is his first crush. While these dreams he had pleased him it also frustrated him as well.

Diana can already sense the sexual tension from him he couldn't even sit straight. As he spoke to her his legs shook under the table and his eyes kept going to her chest. While Diana is flattered by the attention part of her felt she needed to put a stop to it right now. If Billy was ever going to join her team one day they needed to be professional he couldn't follow her around like a lapdog with big heart eyes.

With a dramatic sigh Diana places her hands on the table.

"I usually don't allow this but as it is your birthday I am willing to make an expectation. I will help you finish your dream."

Billy's head shot up with surprise. His mouth hung open.

"You will?" He whispered in shock.

"There will be some rules." She answered with a stern tone. "This will be a one time deal. You are not getting anymore out of me kid once we do this it's over. We never speak of this again."

"Okay." Billy nodded.

"Two we'll do this my way. As it is your first time it is probably for the best if I take charge. "

"Yeah that makes sense."

"Three no kissing."

Billy's shoulders slumped at that.

"I would prefer it if we keep this mutual." Diana added. "No strings attached."

"Of...Of course." Billy replied respecting her decision. "But the rest is fine?"

"The rest is indeed fine my dear boy." She places her hand over his. Her lips form into a seductive smirk. "Whenever you are ready just say the word. "

"Oh..." Billy laughs. "Right umm wow okay straight to business I see um..."

He stands up. Diana follows shortly afterwards. She presses her body against his. Her smirk widens.

"Lead the way kid."

Without hesitation Billy takes Diana by her hand and takes her out of the restaurant. He gives the Chef a thumbs up along the way. Once they reached outside Billy wraps his arms around Diana and they both shoot up into the sky.

..........................

Diana stood in front of the bed with her hands on her hips. Billy is on the bed completely naked and still in his adult form.

"You know the password?" Diana asked.

Billy swallows and nods.

"Sunflower."

She smiles.

"That's right. Good."

Billy suddenly felt nervous. He has never done this before what if he screws up? What if he makes a fool of himself? What if he loses control of his powers and hurts someone?

Shit I didn't think about that!

"Billy?" Diana looked at him with concern. "You okay?"

He answered with a sigh.

"What if I mess this up?"

"You won't ." Diana assured him. "Because I will be here to help you."

Billy smiled sheepishly but the doubt remained in his eyes.

"Thanks."

"It will come to you." Diana nods. "It is an natural instinct." She suddenly reaches out and wraps her fingers around his cock. She then smirks. "I see you already halfway there."

She strokes his length. The touch caused him to shiver. She gives him another stroke before stepping back. She then starts to undress herself.

Billy straightened up as the layers of clothing slip of her.

A gasp escapes his lips as she removes her bra followed by her underwear. His eyes widen as she steps into the spotlight and peers down at him.

Holy fuck!

Billy eyes her up and down. He takes in every part of her. Her muscular toned body, her perfectly shaped breasts. He bit down on his lip hard as he looks at her vagina.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

His mind goes into overdrive. Scenarios of imagining himself in her raced through his mind. The thought of it both excited him and scared him.

"You like what you see?" She grinned.

He gazes up at her. His face full of wonder and awe.

"Mommy."

She raises an eyebrow at that.

She then removes the clip from her hair. Billy watched as her hair falls down on to her shoulders.

"Wow." He muttered to himself. "Can I?"

Diana leans forward. Billy reaches out and grasps on to a lock of her hair. He runs his fingers through it.

"So soft." He said with childlike awe.

"Billy." She cups his chin and gets him to look at her. "Are you going to be a good boy for me?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That's what I like to hear." She runs her hand along his chest as she climbs on to the bed. She sits on top of him and eyes his body up and down. "The Gods have blessed you. You do indeed look very well."

Billy smiles nervously.

"I work out."

Her hands return to his cock.

"Diana."

"Shh!" She places a finger on his lips. "Relax."

He nods a little.

Diana turns back to his length. She draws him into her mouth. Billy watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as she took him in whole. She at first choked as his length hit the back of her throat. She is surprised at how big he is then once Diana got comfortable she begun to suck his cock.

"Crap! Fuck!" Billy hissed.

Diana head bops up and down as she sucked and teased him. She then slips her hand around his balls and starts to squeeze them.

Another curse comes out of Billy's lips. The young superhero turns his head from side to side as he tried to process what is happening to him right now. He still couldn't believe this is truly happening he felt at any minute now everything around him will fall apart and he will wake up. This is all nothing but a dream, a fantasy.

No. This is real. He then pinched himself. Yeah I felt that. This is real definitely real.

He sighs with happiness. Pure joy shows on his face.

Hell yeah! Yeah...YES!

"Don't stop!" He quickly said as he saw Diana slowing down. "Don't."

He closes his eyes and moans with delight as she increased in speed again.

"Man that feels so good." He thought out loud.

Moments later Diana removes herself from him. She made a loud pop sound as she comes out. Billy groans at the loss of contact.

"No."

Diana goes back on top of him again.

"Did you enjoy that birthday boy?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied his voice high pitched.

"Hmm?"

"Yes...ma'am." He squeaked.

She strokes his hair and studies his face. His cheeks are flushed pink, sweat is forming above his brow, his lips are trembling and his eyes are pleading, begging for more.

"You want more?" She asked.

"Yes! "

"Yes what?"

"Yes please."

She smiles at that.

"I like a boy with good manners." She tilts her head. "Do you want me to be happy Billy? "

"Of course I want you to be happy. " Billy replied with a frown.

What kind of a question is that?

"Do you want to please me Billy?"

Please? Where is this going?

Billy gave her a cocky grin. He didn't want her to see his confusion.

"I aim to please. " He smirked.

Diana moves towards him. She then sits down on top of his face.

"Then please me!" She growled.

Her response sent a jolt of electricity through him. The rasp and growl in her voice sounded so hot!

Letting natural instincts take over Billy suddenly reaches out and latches on to her. He bites down on her folds and begins fucking her with his tongue.

"Fuck!" Diana cursed.

Diana throws her head back as Billy hungrily licked her up and down. He pushes his tongue deep inside her and slides it up, down and around her vagina.

Diana pushes herself down on to him. She moans as he sucks on to her wet folds.

"Good! So good Billy! Keep going! " She praised him.

He obeyed and kept going.

His hands go on to her ass. He squeezes her ass cheeks tight. Diana again moans and drops her head forward.

Billy brushed himself against her hair. He breathed in her shampoo and fragrance.

Smells like roses. He thought. Like the roses I gave her.

He then grins.

So she does like roses!

"That's it! " Diana sighs with pleasure. "You are doing well my dear boy so well!"

Eventually Diana climbs of the bed.

"For your first attempt you did very good I am impressed. Well done. " Diana said with a nod and smile.

Billy beamed back at her. He cherished the praise he received from her.

"Now." Diana continued. "Do you have a condom?"

"Condom?...Oh...Yeah! Yeah I do. Hold on."

Once Billy had the condom on Diana goes between his legs.

"Are you ready for this?" She asked.

He nods he now looked more confident.

"Yes ma'am."

Diana then lowers herself on to him. A sign escapes her lips as he goes inside her. She then starts to ride him.

Billy lifts his hips to allow him to meet Diana for each thrust. He gasps when he felt the first thrust. The feelings of pleasure and delight immediately course through his body.

"You want me Billy?"

"I do."

"You really want me? "

"I do I so do." He moaned.

She leans forward. Her breasts are inches away from his face.

"Show me!" She ordered.

Billy pulls her in by her waist and consumes her nipple with his mouth. He sucks hard on it and teases her other nipple with his hand. This caused Diana to pick up the pace. Billy quickly followed after her as he continued to bite her already swollen nipples.

"SO GOOD! FUCK!" Diana screamed.

Her scream made him turn feral.

He devoured her body taking in every part of her while she continued to fuck him. He sucked and teased all her sensitive areas. She responded by pulling at his hair hard.

That made Billy growl. He increases his grip on her when he felt her shaking above him.

"You enjoying that?" He asked sounding smug.

"Just shut up and fuck me!"

Billy laughs.

"You got it! Anything for you Wonder Woman."

The bed squeaked as the super powered couple poured all their energy and strength into this. Several lamps fall on the ground, books tumble of the shelves, clothes fly out of the wardrobe.

Suddenly Billy felt a strange feeling forming at the bottom of his stomach. He felt himself becoming full down there. It took several moments for Billy to realize what he needed to do.

"Diana!" He gasped. "I need to...I need to cum!"

He looks up at her seeking her permission. Diana nods at him.

"Do it."

When Billy let go Diana let go as well. Screams echoed around the room as the two superheroes let it all out.

"Fuck!" Billy cursed.

As soon as those words left Billy's mouth a bolt of lightning suddenly shoots out of his hand and blasts straight into the wall.

The wall crumbles and crashes down on the ground.

Billy grits his teeth.

"Whoops."

"OH MY GOD!" Someone yelled with horror.

A couple a man and a woman stood where the wall once was. They stared at the two superheroes in shock.

Billy is the first to scream. He jumps out of bed and grabs a blanket to wrap around himself. His reaction made the couple scream as well.

"WHAT THE HELL? "

"MY GOD MY GOD!"

"HEY CAN YOU LIKE TURN AROUND OR SOMETHING I'M NAKED!" Billy screamed at them.

"YOU JUST BROKE THE DAMM WALL! YOU SON OF A BITCH! " The man glared at him.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

"YOU STILL BROKE THE FUCKING WALL!"

Diana quickly grabs the covers and wraps it around herself. She then runs over to the wardrobe and starts to push it.

"I'm sorry." She told the couple. "We'll pay for the damages I promise."

Diana does one final push and the wardrobe successfully covers the hole Billy caused.

"I'm sorry!" Billy yelled at the couple.

The young superhero again grits his teeth. He is blushing pink with embarrassment. He then gives Diana an apologetic look.

"I am so sorry." He sighs. "I knew I was gonna mess this up!"

"It's fine." She assured him. "And you didn't mess up. You did well. "

Billy smiles.

"Really?"

"Really what?" She frowned at him.

"The..." He then laughs. "Oh I get it, the deal never speak of this again. Got it." He does a zip gesture with his mouth. "My lips are sealed."

Diana places her hand on his shoulder. She beamed at him.

"Happy Birthday Billy."

Billy nods.

"Thank you Diana. Thank you for making my dreams come true. "

She slowly nods.

"Now... " She said changing the subject. She gestures to the room. "Are you going to help me tidy up?"

Billy responds with a cheeky grin.

"Yes ma'am. "

The End

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moofbat · 2 years

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Since it's pride month, can I ask for rqg characters in drag? I would love it if you'd do Zolf or Wilde but honestly I'll take any character :)

veseek, skraak, wilde and sasha!!! i had a lot of fun w these outfits :] also spot which of these wasn’t done at the same time as the rest of them LMAO

ID: one waist up and three full body drawings of rqg characters in drag, split across two canvases. from left to right they are veseek, skraak, wilde and sasha.

vesseek is a thin but widely built green goblin with floppy, hairy ears holding a large sword by their side. they are in a dark red leather outfit, consisting of a tight bralette style stop that is attached by metal rings to slightly low waisted flared trousers that have laced panels at the sides of the thighs, they have above the elbow gloves in a matching material. they are also wearing brown, pointed toe boots with a slight heel. there are chains connected to two small metal rings on their chest that hang gently over the top.

skraak is a stocky red kobold with a pointed head that has two small golden horns coming off of it, and two fangs coming out the front of their mouth. he is in an open chested, loose and flowing green dress with sleeves that hit the floor, which has a dark turquoise lining. there is a studded gold belt around their waist and his nails are painted purple. he is barefoot and his tail can be seen on the floor through a slit in the thigh of the dress.

wilde is a broad white man wearing large fake breasts in a red, figure hugging fishtail gown with puffy teal sleeves made of a silky material and an extremely tall blue collar that fans out behind his head. he also has a deep purple cloak behind him and a bright pink curled wig that sits around his shoulders. on the dress there are golden peacock feathers with teal eyes. the puffy sleeves also have a tight golden hem.

sasha is viewed from the waist up, she is a thin white woman with short black hair that is slicked and styled back. she is wearing a purple cropped shirt with a short waistcoat over it and dark blue trousers. her face is painted white, contoured in grey with pronounced cheekbones and a defined bridge of her nose. she is holding a skull in her right hand which she is facing and talking to. she has hairy arms and a thin moustache painted above her lip. end ID.

#rqg #rusty quill gaming #rqgaming #rqg fanart #rqg art #rqg vesseek #skraak #rqg skraak #rqg wilde #sasha rackett #rqg sasha #jasp draws #again. yes nearly two months later i’m getting round to these :P

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BASICS

Full Name: Benny Modig Hellström

Nickname: Ben, Benji, Bug, Hellstrong

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Romantic Orientation: Heteromantic

Birthdate: January 30th, 1941

Birthplace: Yellow Springs, Ohio

Neighborhood: Willowdale

Occupation: Baker at Ruby's Diner

Ethnic Background: Swedish

Religious Views: Atheist

Language(s) Spoken: English, Swedish

PHYSICALITY

Face Claim: Bill Skarsgård

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Green

Height: 6'3''

Tattoos: NONE

Piercings: NONE

Style/Aesthetic: Not one to really care for looks, Benny normally sports flared jeans or trousers and a white t-shirt. He'll occasionally wear a flannel or plain leather jacket.

Usual Expression: 😈 🍰 🐶 click the emojis to view

Distinguishing Features: Big green eyes and tall stature

HEALTH & WELLNESS

Physical Ailments: Colorblind (red-green: protanomaly*)

Neurological Conditions: Headaches, occasionally migraines

Allergies: NONE

Sleeping Habits: Sleep deficiency since childhood

Exercise Habits: Running, Boxing

Emotional Stability: He tries his best not to let his reputation from his youth follow him and always tries to stay cool, but can blow a fuse here and there if the right buttons are pushed. Overall, he's pretty neutral.

Sociability: Benny's not very social as he won't strike up a conversation with someone for no reason, but he's chill company to be around and attracts those with like-minded vibes. He's very loyal, which means he's choosey with his company.

Body Temperature: Hot/Warm

Addictions: NONE

Drug Usage: Weed, Cigarettes, and will occasionally try whatever a trusted friend recommends.

Alcohol Usage: Moderate, purely social

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: caring, hard-working, loyal

Negative Traits: detached, secretive, touchy (on the past/upbringing)

Goals/Desires: He's not really the type to dream big since he was a child, but will often daydream of owning his own property with lots of animals, and living peacefully.

Fears: His past coming back to bring him to reality. He often has nightmares of his childhood, especially when he's stressed or hears sounds that trigger him.

Hobbies: Always a hard worker, Benny doesn't do much aside from just work. Though he's been allowing himself here and there to join in on whatever a friend recommends him to do, like checking out new music or hanging out at the Rink

Habits: Benny loves animals and will can't help himself staring at one. He'll almost always ask to pet dogs if the situation feels right. He also tends to tap his feet and shake his leg, feeling slightly restless.

FAVORITES

Season: Fall

Color: Orange

Music: Tony Bennett, ABBA, The Rolling Stones, Cher

Movies: North By Northwest, Lord of the Flies, The King and I

Food: Burgers, Pizza

Beverage: Coke

Animal: Dogs

FAMILY

Father: Arne Hellström

Mother: Ulla Hellström

Sibling(s): Younger half-sister by 6 years

Children: NONE

Pet(s): NONE (but wants a dog so bad)

Family Financial Status: Middle to low income

Relationship: Single

EXTRAS:

Astrological Placements: Aquarius Sun, Cancer Rising, Pisces Moon

MBTI: IXXJ

Enneagram: Type 5: The Investigator

Moral Alignment: True Neutral

Primary Vice: Wrath

Primary Virtue: Charity

Element: Water

#little high little low. » tasks #stillwater: task #the way his astrological placements make so much sense...#i literally guessed a time and fate happened

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istherewifiinhell · 1 year

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The Harrier du Bois dressing like a god damn Ninja Turtle post. With evidence.

Not Clickbait!

sorry about the cropping/big images... whichever it decides to actually do. im not formatting this anymore tho...

all from 87 turtles.

[ID: 1. Mikey in a double breasted blue peacoat, and orange toque/beanie. 2. Harry in the Signal-Blue Naval Coat and Orange bum hat End ID]

[ID: 1. All four turtles in different style of leather jackets, accompanied with sunglasses and chunky sneakers in their personal colours. (Also a humanoid rabbit in a robe is there). Raph has brown leather jacket and his accessories are red. Leo has a black one and his accessories are blue. 2. Harry in the pissfaggot leather jacket (brown), and shades of self-destruction (red), as well as a white tank top jeans and reddish shoes. 3. The same but the fuck the world jacket (black), sunglasses sub-insulindic rendezvous (blue) and grey shoes. End ID]

[ID: 1. Mikey in a brown suit, purple beret and pocket square, red ribbon tie, and with a fake mustache. He holds a briefcase and gestures with the other hand. 2. Hdb in a brown suit with red pocket square and purple bow tie. He holds the tare bag and his clipboard to be posed similarly. End ID]

[ID: 1. All the turtles in beige trench coats and fedoras. 2. Harry in Pinball Maker's Coat (a brown double breasted trench), and Dick Mullen's Hat (brown fedora). Also no shirt, like the turtles do. End ID]

Okay those are all well and good but those are all clothes he finds. What about real true default Harry, how he dresses by choice? Well I say he fits right in...

[ID: 1. Harry in his iconic look, his green Disco-Ass Blazer, yellow Flare-Cut Trousers, White Satin Shirt, colourful Horrific Necktie and Green Snakeskin Shoes. 2. The turtles in colour suits, hats and shades. [Details follow] Mikey an orange suit, white shirt, floral tie, orange square shades and brown and orange hat. Raph in a white suit jacket, gray pants, red shirt and polka-dot tie. He has red pointy shades and a black and red hat. Donnie in a purple suit, white shirt, purple bow tie. He has purple round shades and a black and purple hat. Leo in a blue suit, white shirt, light blue vest, and blue tie. He has Blue wrap around shades and a white and blue hat. End ID]

Anyway I rest my case this man dresses like a god damn ninja turtle.

#some shit #turbles...#disco blogging #yes. great excuse to show off the classic fashion turts... ur honour i love them etc.#no dont worry about how they often skip pants or other things that would hide the green skin.#sorry abt the quality the show is old and the pics are off my tv lol.#i didnt have a save with. the fucking. DONKS. whcih i woulda put with the jackets. just see my vision. okay.#peace out #turtle fashion digest

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The Princess of Wales can always be relied upon for a strong fashion look. This visit to Boston, her first overseas trip since the death of the late Queen, is no exception.

Through her wardrobe, Catherine has delivered on the style moments that her fans so love, whilst keeping the message focused on the Earthshot Prize and its goals.

Here, we break it down, piece by piece ...

The Emilia Wickstead dress

For an engagement at Harvard University's Center on the Developing Child, Catherine wore a bespoke version of Emilia Wickstead's 'Miles' pencil dress.

Credit: Paul Edwards / The Sun | Source: PA

The Mulberry bag

Catherine carried a pale blue Mulberry 'Harlow' bag. The label is a savvy choice for this trip, as the heritage brand now boasts a transparent and sustainable 'farm to finished product' supply chain.

Source: Getty Images

The Solace London gown

Catherine walked the Earthshot Prize Awards green carpet in a Solace London gown, which was rented from Hurr. The neon hue also reflected the evening's planet-conscious theme.

The gown was teamed with Queen Mary's Art Deco emerald and diamond choker, which was previously on lifetime loan to Princess Diana. The diamond and emerald earrings are new, by Asprey.

Credit: Karwai Tang | Source: WireImage

The Alexander McQueen coat

For a walk along Boston Harbour on Thursday, Catherine wore a new bespoke Alexander McQueen coat and bespoke Gianvito Rossi brown suede boots, her go-to brand for formal footwear.

The Gabriela Hearst knitwear

Underneath her coat, the Princess wore a vibrant new cashmere and silk poloneck and skirt set by New York-based Gabriela Hearst, a fashion industry leader when it comes to sustainable manufacturing and business practices.

The Daniella Draper earrings

She completed the look with her gold and diamond maxi Cupid hoops by Daniella Draper.

Credit: Chris Jackson | Source: PA

The Roland Mouret suit

For a visit to Greentown Labs, North America’s largest climate technology start-up incubator, Catherine wore a burgundy tailored suit by London-based label Roland Mouret, which featured a fitted jacket and 1970s-inspired flared trousers.

Credit: Kirsty O'Connor | Source: PA

The pussy-bow blouse

She enhanced the Seventies look of the Mouret suit with a pale pink pussy-bow blouse - making for a stylish colour combination too.

Credit: Karwai Tang | Source: WireImage

The Chanel handbag

Catherine carried a Chanel top handle bag, which we first saw her carry on a visit to Paris in 2017.

Credit: Reuters

The Laura Lombardi necklace

The Princess accessorised with earrings by Shyla London (the Biarritz Squiggle style) and a chunky gold chain necklace by sustainable US jewellery label Laura Lombardi.

The vintage Chanel jacket

Courtside seats at the basketball call for some glamour, and Catherine delivered a fashion flex in a 1995 vintage Chanel tweed jacket.

Credit: Paul Edwards / The Sun | Source: PA

The Alexander McQueen coat

Catherine wore a deep green Alexander McQueen coat and Emmy London heels for an engagement at Speaker's Corner, where, alongside the city's mayor Michelle Wu and Ambassador Caroline Kennedy, they formally launched Earthshot by lighting up Boston.

Credit: Chris Jackson | Source: Chris Jackson Collection

The Burberry dress

Another bespoke piece, this time a dress from Burberry in the label’s exaggerated viridian green and navy tartan-inspired check.

Credit: Paul Edwards / The Sun | Source: PA

The Shyla London earrings

The earrings were a new addition to her jewellery collection, the chunky knot baroque pearl style by Shyla London.

The Mulberry bag

Catherine's look was completed by a new bag, Mulberry's small Amberley satchel in heavy grain Mulberry green.

Credit: Samir Hussein | Source: WireImage

The Alexander McQueen suit

Catherine stepped off the plane at Logan airport in a deep indigo Alexander McQueen suit with a neat leather belt, polo neck knit and Gianvito Rossi courts.

Credit: Chris Jackson | Source: PA

Princess Diana's earrings

Catherine teamed her suit with William's late mother's sapphire and diamond double drop earrings for her arrival in Boston.

Credit: Chris Jackson | Source: PA

#Princess of Wales #Catherine Princess of Wales #Catherine Middleton #Kate Middleton #Earthshot Prize 2022 #Earthshot Boston 2022 #Boston

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dreadreflection-if · 2 years

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What kind of clothes does everyone wear?

Here are all the outfits, anon.😊 Hope the descriptions are okay! Clothing’s always been a bit tricky for me.😖

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I: I’s clothes tend to be in shades of either white, brown or green. Though they are exquisitely made, they tend to be in disarray due to I’s lack of care. Ian and Isa wear breeches and loose silk shirts with embroidered waistcoats. Iris wears long dresses with fitted tops and flared waists, adorned with lace detailing. All wear short riding boots of brown leather. I’s only accessories are a pair of silver spectacles and an ornate green locket with brass detailing.

Akriel: Akriel’s clothing is bold and dashing. She favors detailed blousy shirts in all colors, tucked into dark leather riding pants that match her gloves. No matter what, she always wears: a wide-brimmed gray hat, burgundy leather riding boots, a large wolf-tooth necklace and an elaborate moss-green jacket with wide cuffs. Several rings and earrings of many shades adorn her as well.

Firan: He prefers to wear vests and loose breeches - tucked into high leather boots - with long robes or coats. His clothes are always in shades of black or deep red, and adorned with elaborate golden embroidery. The only accessory he owns is a tiny amulet of a golden dragon, kept on a similarly gold chain. One arm is covered by a dark leather vambrace, for Skeever to perch on.

Clove: Their clothing is very simple - plain loose shirts and trousers in shades of white, brown or gray. Their clothes always seems to be torn or dirtied in one way or another. They have no accessories that they carry, and seem to have a hatred for socks and shoes. Clove always wears a dark cloak with a deep hood to hide their body and face as much as they can.

E: No one has seen E without their armor on - they say they like to wear it as much as possible in case of any surprise attacks. They wear a full set of silver plate, plain except for the eclipsed sun engraved on the breastplate. A black cloak with gold edges covers their back, the clasp fashioned in the same symbol. The longsword strapped to their waist and towering shield they carry are the only accessories they need.

Lei: She wears plain laced shirts covered by black leather armor, with tall boots and many belts to hold her weapons. Her hands are covered with leather gloves, and a long black cloak rests on her shoulders. There is no ornamentation to any of her clothing - all of it is designed for practicality. A small golden bell threaded through a red cord is the only accessory she carries.

Dimitrius: Everything Dimitrius wears is black: the only color in his outfit is the gold of his piercings and rings. A loose laced shirt and fitted breeches are covered by knee-high leather boots and an open cropped vest, all underneath a long overcoat and scarf. His gloves are cut off at the fingers to make it easier to sign. His golden tattoos begin at his throat and travel along the rest of his body, down to his toes.

Noel: They like to wear dark leather breeches and silk shirts, favoring dark blue, gray or white colors. Their shirts are usually covered by a dark leather vest, as well as a long belt to hold their many concealed knives. They wear tall leather boots, and a knee-length gray coat with a large collar. Her only accessories are a silk cravat and a silver walking cane she always carries.

Uriel: Her style can only be described as lavish. Lacey silk shirts with ruffles and flared sleeves, embroidered high-waisted breeches, long skirts of velvet or brocade - if it looks expensive, Uriel will wear it. She favors bright shades of red and pink, coupled with glittering jewelry of every color. The one consistent piece is a dark crystal earring he wears that seems to shine with stars.

#ask the mists #ro #full tarokka deck #ch: i. winrow #ch: akriel lukas #ch: firan zal'honan #ch: clove #ch: e. blackbourne #ch: lei zhū #ch: dimitrius zarovan #ch: noel laurier #ch: uriel #dread reflection #ty for the ask 😊

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GOOD AFTERNOON PASSENGERS, this is an annoucement for flight AA118 to NEW YORK CITY. this is a boarding call for the following passenger(s): MI-RAE BAEK, FABIEN LABELLE, SIENNA ROSALI, NINA CORTEZ . please proceed to gate 42A immediately. please have your boarding pass and identification ready. the captains will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately 24 hours time. thank you.

𓏲 * ( bae suzy, cis female, she/her, Jennifer lawrence cc ) ⸺ pictures of mi-rae huntington baek, the twenty-nine year old film actress, have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to being photographed reading her own fanfiction — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their designer cashmere trousers, white converses & oversized designer sunglasses, they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more compassionate than dramatic. their critics say that they’re more vain than confident when they aren’t too busy focusing on their ever growing collections of polaroid's lining the vanity mirror & vulnerability hidden beneath layers of confidence and steel & sarcasm was always your best friend. reputation.com has taken to calling them the million dollar facade in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ). ── mandi.

𓏲 * ( nicholas galitzine, demi man, he&him, scott moir cc ) ⸺ pictures of FABIEN PHILIPPE LABELLE, the twenty-nine year old model & figure skater, have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to throwing a massive hissy fit over dunkin donuts being out of cream — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their sumptuous silk blouses tied with a pussy bow, slim fit jeans with embroidered pockets, and ruffles reminiscent of the new romantics, they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more captivating than quixotic. their critics say that they’re more melodramatic than liberated when they aren’t too busy focusing on their lunch dates filled with lavish amounts of rose wine; feet blistered by silver blades, and twilight hours spent in foreign beds. reputation.com has taken to calling them BLADES OF GLORY in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ). ── hugo, 29, gmt, he&him, none.

𓏲 * ( eva de dominici, cisfemale, she / her, fletcher cc ) ⸺ pictures of SIENNA ROSALI, the thirty year old motorsports’racer turned singer / songwriter, have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to a fiery blaze of a crash at the finish line that threatened her career — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their dark brown accentuating leather flared trousers matched with a burgundy satin corset, prada sunglasses as a signature accessory paired with black custom made loafers by the same designer, they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more diligent than intransigent. their critics say that they’re more bloodless than meticulous when they aren’t too busy focusing on their screeching tires at the end of a race, large sunglasses sliding down your nose, racing gear hanging off of your hips, big girls don’t cry, using her middle finger as an initial response. reputation.com has taken to calling them LIGHTNING MCQUEEN in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ). ── marie , twenty three, she / her , gmt , none.

𓏲 * ( ester expósito, cis woman, she / her, sabrina carpenter ) ⸺ pictures of NINA DIOSA CORTEZ, the twenty four singer, have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to grinding on her friend’s boyfriend— i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their gold jewelry and a tight little dress paired with high heel boots, they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more passionate than addictive. their critics say that they’re more vain than honest when they aren’t too busy focusing on their tote bag that is filled with her digital and film camera, sunsets on the beach & blasting music early in the morning while getting ready. reputation.com has taken to calling them STARGIRL in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ). ── momo, 22, est, she / her, none.

#ngl I'm obsessed but seeing scott moir and dunkin donuts in the same app threw the canadian in me for a loop #but these are the hottest apps slay #wealth.accepted #pages will be done shortly

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10 Must-Have Fashion Staples for Every Wardrobe

Building a versatile wardrobe starts with having the right foundation of timeless pieces that never go out of style. These essential fashion staples serve as the backbone of your closet, effortlessly complementing trends and allowing you to create countless stylish ensembles. Whether you're a fashion enthusiast or a minimalist, investing in these 10 must-have pieces ensures you're always ready to make a statement with confidence and flair.

Classic White Shirt: A crisp white shirt is a wardrobe essential that transitions seamlessly from day to night and from casual to formal occasions. Pair it with tailored trousers for a polished office look or with distressed denim for a laid-back vibe. Its versatility and timeless appeal make it a true wardrobe hero.

Tailored Blazer: A well-fitted blazer instantly elevates any outfit, adding structure and sophistication. Opt for a neutral color like black, navy, or gray for maximum versatility. Layer it over a T-shirt and jeans for a smart-casual look or wear it with a dress for a chic evening ensemble.

Little Black Dress (LBD): No wardrobe is complete without a little black dress—a timeless piece that exudes elegance and versatility. Choose a silhouette that flatters your figure and can easily transition from day to night with the right accessories. Whether it's a sheath dress, a wrap dress, or a fit-and-flare style, the LBD is a go-to option for any occasion.

Classic Denim Jeans: Denim jeans are a wardrobe staple that never goes out of style. Invest in a pair of high-quality jeans with a flattering fit and a classic wash. Whether it's skinny, straight-leg, or boyfriend jeans, denim is incredibly versatile and can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion.

White Sneakers: White sneakers are a modern essential that adds a touch of casual cool to any outfit. Whether you're running errands or meeting friends for brunch, white sneakers offer both comfort and style. Pair them with jeans, dresses, skirts, or even tailored suits for a contemporary twist.

Tailored Trousers: A pair of tailored trousers is a versatile wardrobe staple that can take you from the office to after-work drinks with ease. Choose a classic style like straight-leg or slim-fit trousers in a neutral color such as black, navy, or charcoal gray. Pair them with a blouse or a sweater for a polished look that never disappoints.

Timeless Trench Coat: A timeless trench coat is a must-have outerwear piece that adds sophistication to any ensemble. Choose a trench coat in a neutral color like beige, camel, or khaki for maximum versatility. Whether you're wearing it over a dress or jeans, the trench coat effortlessly elevates your look while keeping you stylishly protected from the elements.

Versatile Scarf: A versatile scarf is a simple yet effective way to add personality and flair to your outfits. Choose a scarf in a lightweight fabric like silk or cashmere that can be worn year-round. Experiment with different knots and drapes to accessorize your look and stay cozy in style.

Classic Leather Belt: A classic leather belt is both functional and stylish, adding the perfect finishing touch to your outfits. Opt for a timeless design with a simple buckle in a neutral color like black or brown. Whether you're wearing it with jeans, trousers, or dresses, a leather belt instantly pulls your look together with effortless sophistication.

Timeless Accessories: Invest in timeless accessories like a quality watch, a pair of elegant stud earrings, and a versatile leather handbag. These classic pieces add a touch of refinement to any outfit and stand the test of time, making them indispensable staples in every wardrobe.

By incorporating these 10 must-have fashion staples into your wardrobe, you'll create a versatile collection of timeless pieces that serve as the foundation for countless stylish ensembles. From classic white shirts to tailored blazers and little black dresses, these essentials ensure you're always ready to make a statement with confidence and flair, no matter the occasion.

#fashion #clothes #dresses #jeans #western

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7 things you might have missed at Paris Fashion Week

French style isn't always understated. There was a lot of rain and color at Paris Fashion Week, and even some surprises, including replicas. Here are some of the highlights you may have missed from the week… Sprinkles of rain at Hermès It rained outside the Hermès show at the Garde Républicaine in Paris, but this worked perfectly for creative director Nadège Vanhee-Cybulski, who also brought rain inside the venue. As models walked the runway in riding and ankle-length boots, wearing variations of soft earth tones, including red, brown, grey, and nude tailored coats and skin-tight leather dresses with glossy finishes, an elaborate sprinkler system sprayed them with raindrops. Some garments were even finished with fur, studs, and buckles, proving they were water-resistant. Chloé and Alexander McQueen debut new creative directors. Nothing leaves fashion audiences at the edge of their seats more than when a new creative director makes their debut – especially at a reputable luxury design house. During PFW, a former JW Anderson employee, Dublin-born Sean McGirr, took over from his predecessor Sarah Burton, who made her departure from Alexander McQueen after 20 years. For his debut collection, McGirr gave a nod to McQueen's 1995 spring/summer collection, "The Birds," most evidently in the show's first look. A model was wrapped in a compressed black latex midi dress that almost looked like clingfilm, paired with black heeled boots. Chemena Kamali—an alumna of Saint Laurent—made her creative director debut for Chloé with a collection inspired by the bohemian aesthetics of the 1970s. The collection included blouses with frills, wool capes, faux fur, and trousers with subtle flares. Famous faces walk the runway. Sam Smith appeared surprisedly at Andreas Kronthaler's experimental Vivienne Westwood show on Saturday and walked the runway twice. He first wore a draped tartan knicker creation with a plaid cape, platform-heeled boots, a tartan hat, and a wooden staff. The English singer-songwriter came out in a black shredded gown, which paid homage to Renaissance artist Giovanni Battista Moroni, whose work inspired the collection. A jersey isn't the first thing you would expect to see at PFW. Still, Argentine model Georgina Rodriguez, also the girlfriend of Portuguese football star Cristiano Ronaldo, graced the runway for the Swiss fashion label Vetements. Rodriguez wore a red jersey maxi dress, where the top half resembled Ronaldo's signed football jersey. Schiaparelli brought surrealism to life Since 1927, Maison Schiaparelli has been known for its whimsical designs and for bringing surrealism to life, and their PFW ready-to-wear collection show at the Hôtel de Boisgelin – which was masterminded by creative director Daniel Roseberry – was no different. Canadian model Shalom Harlow opened the show in a structured boxy black blazer with a measuring tape embroidery down the plunging neckline. Another model, also wearing a suit, paired it with a tie made from plaited hair. All black everything at Valentino Valentino stood out and turned its back on the hot pink shade it has incorporated into its designs over the last couple of years. In an entirely black collection called Le Noir – in comparison to the many colors seen across various shows – the Italian fashion house saw its creative director, Pierpaolo Piccioli, take a risk and prove that the color black also represents "an entire spectrum of shades, infinitely nuanced, within one," the brand wrote on X, formerly Twitter. The collection included shift dresses with furred hems, flowing and a-line gowns, balloon sleeves, black accessories, shoulder bags, and dark makeup. Former American tennis player Serena Williams was in attendance, along with Bridgeton's Simone Ashley and model and beauty founder Rosie Huntington-Whiteley. Kate Moss doppelganger at Marine Serre View this post on Instagram A post shared by Nikita Vlassenko (@nikitavlk) People were unsure whether they spotted Kate Moss walking across the runway at the Marine Serre show. But it wasn't her—it was her doppelganger, Denise Ohnona. She wore an oversized black leather jacket and matching over-the-knee boots, which featured the brand's classic crescent moon-shaped logo. She paired them with a white shirt, a shoulder handbag, and a gold-chained handle. Coffee cups, vegetable baskets, shopping bags, and a mother carrying a baby were all spotted. They pulled the audience into an ambiguous marketplace at a former railway shed in Paris called Ground Control. It fostered a sense of intimacy and community with chic clothes in which you could probably run errands alongside grand designs such as a black dress with built-in wings. Winnie Harlow also walked the runway and wore a ruched black spaghetti-sleeved dress and tights with the crescent logo in red. Fashion drama at Mugler It's safe to say Mugler's creative director, Casey Cadwallader, put on a grand and superfluous show at PFW. The French fashion house used silhouettes and vignettes and dropped curtains from center stage to progressively unveil the new collection, which included slinky dresses, sheer corsets, molded leather, and garments that looked like they were melting off the models' bodies. There were also asymmetrical skirts, belt buckles, and printed pieces – designed in partnership with Canadian surrealist painter Ambera Wellmann. Brooklyn Beckham and Nicola Peltz sat next to Alexander Edwards and Tyga. Julia Fox, who wore a sheer feathered salmon dress with ethereal glitter makeup, sat next to Emma Chamberlain and Lisa Rinna. Models sauntered across a darkened room, with spotlights illuminating the slinky collection, as they stepped through dry ice to reach the media pit, where they posed for flashing lights. Louis Vuitton goes big. To mark ten years since his first collection for Louis Vuitton, Nicolas Ghesquière turned their autumn/winter show into a massive celebration, with almost 4,000 people in attendance. With the help of visual artist Philippe Parreno and producer-designer James Chinlund, Ghesquière blended fashion and art while turning the Louvre's Cour Carrée into a futuristic greenhouse. The greenhouse also included 13 large chandeliers that resembled a data and electrical supply system. The star-studded audience included Kelly Rowland, Phoebe Dynevor, and Emma Stone, who watched as models walked the runway in dresses with the fashion brand's classic logo all over them and long, sheer evening wear that gave a nod to the collection's classic futurism. They also wore sportswear-inspired white coats, oversized fur coats, playful sequins, metallic gold suits, and textured blouses. By By Yolanthe Fawehinmi and Prudence Wade, PA Read the full article

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