#loose white lace parts chiffon dress

[a-d-nox]

astro hypothesis: dress for the occasion

everyone is always mentioning to dress like your venus sign. recently, i have seen a lot of tiktoks where people are like dress like your crush/boyfriend's venus sign to look like his dream girl. and i was like what about dressing for the occasion? which brought me here! grab your venus persona and take a look at the houses.

5h - prom, dances, dates, and clubs

5h cancer (4°, 16°, 28°) and/or 5h moon: elegance is key. you might be drawn to long, flowy gowns with shimmery fabric. something light but glowy! often the fabric is dark (black or midnight blue) or slivery/white. a sweetheart neckline or off the shoulder cut tends to look beautiful on these people. often you are drawn to semi-sheer fabric as it adds some mystique to your appearance.

5h libra (7°, 19°) and/or 5h venus: light pastels or ivory are likely to grab your attention but a plain white or black dress is likely to give you that elegant/timeless look that you want most in pictures to remember your day (otherwise, you might take pictures in a colored dress and turn on a black and white filter). you want the wow factor! so a-line, a ball gown, or fit-flare dresses might be your go to look. a floor length dress is likely a must for you. silk, satin, chiffon, and/or organza are likely on the tags of these dresses even if you don't know what these materials are by the naked eye. dresses with a sweetheart neckline or off the shoulder sleeves are likely to make you feel elegant. you may like very simple accessories - plain earrings, a dainty bracelet, small pendant necklace, classic heels, etc. a v-neckline, bateau, or strapless design is likely to fit your elegance same could be said about a low back dress.

5h aquarius (11°, 23°) and/or 5h uranus: you are likely to be drawn to the blue family (sky, sea, ocean, water, turquoise, etc.). iridescence/holographic/shimmery material might draw your attention in a store. you often go for something very atypical in the store (might be from seasons ago - its likely the last of its kind). something a-line, flowy, and/or high-to-low might be of interest to you - the cuts of a dress bring interest to your favorite parts of yourself (example, maybe its a two piece dress). something high neck or off the shoulder is likely of interest to you as well. a loose braid and/or waves might be all you need to finish out your look.

7h - wedding attire

7h aries (1°, 13°, 25°) and/or 7h mars: as a bride you should be wearing pure white. nudes or off-whites aren't likely to hold your attention anyway. grab the pure stark white. it is likely that reds are going to be an accent of this wedding - roses, nail, polish, bridesmaid dresses, etc. but if you aren't in the wedding party, go for the red whether its a fiery red or a deep burgundy, its the way to go! no matter if you are the bride, the guest, or a member of the wedding party - you should opt for a fit flare dress or mermaid silhouette. or be really dramatic and go for a deep slit, a plunge neckline, or something backless! the devil is in the details too so things like careful beading, sequins, or embroidery should be something critical to your look (if not the fit and/or the drama). alternatively, minimalism/modernism might be something you enjoy for your look.

7h gemini (3°, 15°, 27°) and/or 7h mercury: as a bride, you might lean towards ivory or whites with an undertone of some color (like a blush). you don't tend to go for the traditional white color, in my experience. if you are a guest or in the wedding party it is likely you will find yourself in soft pastel colors! movement is of the utmost importance to you so opt for a-line or flowy gown. you might also enjoy wearing things that are asymmetrical - the hemline might be high to low or you might like the one shoulder strap design. these people also like details in their dresses whether it is lace, embroidery, beading, ruffles, tiered skirts, or glitter - the options are endless. chiffon, tulle, or organza might be the fabrics for you because they are light and breathable.

6h - everyday clothes and workwear

6h pisces (12°, 24°) and/or 6h neptune: soft fabrics like cotton, silk, or jersey in gentle, soothing colors such as ocean blues, seafoam greens, lavender, and soft pinks. loose, flowing clothes like maxi skirts, wrap dresses, or wide-legged pants that move gracefully. style would likely be bohemian and free-spirited, incorporating layers, delicate patterns, or subtle prints (florals, paisley, etc.). clothes would be cozy and easy to wear—think oversized sweaters, soft cardigans, and flowy blouses. might like jewelry that is delicate, handmade, seashells, pearls, and/or celestial themed.

6h libra (7°, 19°) and/or 6h venus: these people have a natural sense of style and an appreciation for their appearance. outfits would likely be classic, well-tailored pieces in soft, neutral tones like blush pink, dove gray, cream, and pastel blues. the fabrics would be light and luxurious - like silk blouses, cashmere sweaters, or satin skirts. well-fitted blazers, A-line skirts, and or high-waisted trousers make them look polished and graceful. they effortlessly blend comfort with sophistication. everything else is minimal yet thoughtfully chosen - delicate gold or silver jewelry, a stylish handbag, etc.

9h - graduation and religious events

9h taurus (2°, 14°, 26°) and/or 9h venus: elegance, luxury, and comfort ("it has pockets too!"). a sleek, well-structured dress in an earthy tones like emerald green, soft brown, or blush pink. the fabric might be luxurious, like silk, satin, or velvet. a silhouette would likely be timeless and flattering - a wrap dress or an A-line dress that cinches at the waist, emphasizing femininity and grace is well suited for this placement. delicate embroidery or subtle jewelry accents. understated but beautiful accessories, like a simple gold necklace or pearl earrings.

9h leo (5°, 17°, 29°) and/or 9h sun: bold, glamorous, and attention grabbing. vibrant colors like gold, fiery red, or royal purple. the fabric might be something that shimmers or catches the light, such as sequined, satin, or metallic materials. a silhouette could be daring and statement-making, like a fitted flair dress, a high-low hemline, or an off-the-shoulder design. ruffles, a thigh-high slit, or an open back, ensures all eyes are on them. accessories would be bold—think large, sparkling earrings, a dramatic statement necklace, etc. yes, realize what my sub-header is for this section.

9h sagittarius (9°, 21°) and/or jupiter: it's never just one graduation or church event and thus never just one dress/opportunity. the dresses would likely have a regal, flowing quality to it. jewel tones like deep sapphire, royal blue, or amethyst. flowy, A-line, and/or empire waisted dresses that gives a sense of movement. fabric might be lightweight and ethereal, like chiffon, tulle, or silk. intricate embroidery, beading, etc. accessories would be tasteful but luxurious, like a delicate gold bracelet or a jeweled hairpiece.

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[danika-redgrave124]

Umbra Witch Yuu Ramshackle Super Mirror Events Part 1

Scary Monsters

A black witch hat with a wide brim, adorned with a purple ribbon around it. The purple ribbon has a subtle black spiderweb pattern and is finished with a large purple bow with black stripes. There's a mini black bow with sparkles on top of the larger bow and a black skull sits in the center of mini bow.

Yuu's hair is styled in long flowing waves with dark purple highlights, complementing the purple accents of the hat.

A sleek black corset with intricate purple embroidery in the shape of arcane and spiderweb patterns. The corset has silver accents and a dark, shimmering sheen.

The neckline is adorned with a delicate, high lace collar that adds an elegant touch. The corset laces up the front with dark purple ribbons.

Black puffed sleeves with a subtle spiderweb pattern and purple trim, giving a dramatic and witchy appearance.

Skirt: A high-waisted, asymmetrical skirt made of layers of black and purple chiffon, creating a flowing and ethereal look. The skirt is decorated with a subtle spiderweb patterns and small, sparkling black and purple gemstones. The skirt has dark purple, form-fitting leggings underneath.

Cape: A short tattered cape made of black and purple fabric, adding a touch of mystery and dark elegance.

Accessories

Gloves: Long, black gloves with purple lace trim and small, silver spider charms.

Boots: High-heeled, knee-high black boots with purple laces and silver accents.

Bullet Color: Purple with black spiderweb at the end of the casing.

Fairy Gala

A delicate gold Headband with intricate white and gold floral appliqués. The Headband features small, sparkling gemstones at the center of each flower.

Hairstyle: Yuu's hair is styled known soft, elegant waves. The hair is adorned with white and gold floral pins, giving a fresh and ethereal appearance.

Dress

A flowing floor-length gown made of pure white satin with gold accents. The frabic has luxurious sheen and is lightweight, enchancing the gowns graceful movement

Design: The gown features a fitted bodice with delicate gold embroidery in the shape of flowers and vines. The sweetheart neckline is adorned with white and gold floral detailing, giving a romantic touch.

Sleeves: The gown has off-the-shoulder sleeves made of sheer white tulle, embellished with subtle gold floral patterns that create a dreamy, delicate look.

Bottom

The skirt is made of layers of soft white stain and tulle, creating a voluminous and airy effect. The outer layer of the skirt features gold floral embroidery and small, white, three-dimensional floral appliqués scattered throughout.

A long, flowing train extends from the back of the gown, adorned with scattered gold floral motifs and a soft, shimmering finish.

Accessories

Gloves: Long, white satin gloves that reach past the elbows, with delicate gold floral embroidery at the cuffs.

Shoes: Elegant, high-heeled white stain shoes with gold floral embellishments, completing the sophisticated and ethereal look.

Bullet Color: Gold and White with a white flower at the end of the casing.

Luxe Couture

Yuu's hair is styled in elegant updo with loose curls cascading down their back. The updo is decorated with small, sparkling silver and sapphire hairpins.

Dress

A luxurious, floor-length gown made of shimmering midnight blue satin and black lace. The frabic has a subtle, iridescent quality that catches the light beautifully.

The gown features a fitted bodice with intricate black lace detailing and silver embroidery. The neckline is a graceful sweetheart shape, adorned with delicate pearl and sapphire embellishments.

Sleeves: The gown has off-the-shoulder sleeves made of sheer black lace, adding a touch of delicate sophistication.

Bottom

Skirt: The skirt flows gracefully to the floor, with layers of soft satin and tulle creating a voluminous and elegant silhouette. The outer layer of the skirt is adorned with Silver embroidery and sapphire accents, forming intricate patterns that sparkle as Yuu moves.

Accessories

Gloves: Long, black satin Gloves that reach past the elbows, adorned with Silver lace and small sapphire stones at the cuffs.

Shoes: Elegant high-heeled black satin shoes with silver and sapphire detailing, completing the sophisticated look.

Bullet Color: Silver and Sapphire with a pearl at the casing.

Wish Upon A Star

A celestial diadem adorned with gold stars. The diadem has intricate designs of swirling galaxies and shimmering constellations.

Yuu's hair is styled in long flowing waves. The hair is adorned with shimmering constellations acessories.

Dress

A luxurious floor-length gown made of shimmering midnight blue satin and gold-threaded lave. The frabic has an iridescent quality, reflecting light like the night sky filled with stars.

The gown features a fitted bodice with intricate gold embroidery depicting constellations and galaxies. The neckline is an elegant V-shape, adorned with small, sparkling gems that resemble stars.

The gown has sheer, long sleeves made of midnight blue lavender with subtle gold patterns of stars, adding a touch of ethereal elegance.

Skirt: The skirt flows gracefully to the floor, with layers of soft midnight blue satin and gold tulle creating a voluminous and elegant silhouette. The outer layer of the skirt is adorned with gold embroidery and midnight blue gems, forming intricate patterns of constellations that shimmer as Yuu moves.

Train: A long, flowing train extends from the back of the gown, featuring golden celestial motifs and midnight blue frabic that gives the illusion of a starry night sky.

Accessories

Gloves: Long, midnight blue stain gloves that reach past the elbows, adorned with gold lace trim and small star motifs at the cuffs.

Shoes: Elegant, high-heeled midnight blue satin shoes.

Bullet Color: Midnight Blue with a gold star at the end of the casing.

Super Mirror

Compact Design

The compact is designed to resemble an exquisite, secret lock. It has a polished, mirror-like exterior with a subtle floral and lace pattern engraved in silver and gold. The front of the compact features a delicate, intricate lock. The edges are adorned with tiny, sparkling in gems in black, silver, and midnight blue colors.

The compact opens with a hidden key that is also an elegant pendant. When opened, it reveals a mirrored interior framed by delicate lace-like patterns and softer hues.

Contains

Scary Monsters Costume Couture Bullet

Fairy Gala Costume Couture Bullet

Luxe Couture Costume Couture Bullet

Wish Upon A Star Costume Couture Bullet

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 6, 5 février 1899, Paris. Toilette de promenade. Toilette de soirée. Modèles de Mmes Brun-Cailleux, rue Taitbout, 78. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Toilette de promenade. — Robe en drap brun clair et velours de même couleur. La jupe posée lâche sur une jupe de dessous, faite sans plis, est garnie d'un volant assez haut, fixé devant en forme de courbes, et s'ouvrant devant avec des coins arrondis sur un tablier en velours. Le bord inférieur du volant est garni d'une ligne de piqûres, et le bord supérieur d'un biais en velours. La veste à basques fermée sur le côté est recouverte avec de larges revers en velours, sur lesquels on pose des bandes de drap; l'ouverture en pointe est remplie par un plastron en velours avec bandes de drap, auquel se rattache un col droit semblable. Le corsage par devant a des deux côtés des morceaux de velours piqués, terminés à la taille sous de petits motifs; le corsage se termine par un col Médicis recouvert en velours, et les manches étroites sont terminées avec du velours et des boutons.

Chapeau rond en feutre blanc, orné de plumes bleues, posées sur le côté de la passe et réunies au milieu, derrière, sous une rosace en velours.

Toilette de soirée. — Cette robe est faite en dentelle crème et volants en mousseline de soie blanche. La jupe posée sur une robe de dessous en soie blanche se compose de larges bandes de dentelle de tulle, séparées par cinq volants de mousseline de soie, disposés en pointe par devant. Le volant inférieur est biaisé depuis les côtés par devant, de façon à ne laisser voir qu'une petite fronce sur le devant. La partie supérieure de la jupe se compose seulement de dentelle, garnie de courbes en mousseline de soie froncée. Le corsage à pointes, est orné sur la partie inférieure avec des courbes en mousseline de soie froncée; l'ouverture du corsage est couverte d'un morceau de dentelle formant un fichu, auquel se rattache un volant de dentelle froncé, sur lequel on pose un volant en mousseline de soie, bordé de fronces. Cette garniture croise devant en forme de plastron, et se termine dans la ceinture étroite, qui se compose d'une bande de velours clair et foncé. Le corsage est entouré d'un volant en dentelle froncée. Les manches longues sans doublure faites en dentelle sont garnies de volants et de mousseline de soie froncée. On pose sur l'épaule gauche une branche de roses, et à la ceinture un grand nœud fait de bandes de velours tordu de deux couleurs.

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Walking ensemble. — Dress in light brown cloth and velvet of the same color. The skirt laid loose on an underskirt, made without pleats, is trimmed with a rather high flounce, fixed in front in the form of curves, and opening in front with rounded corners on a velvet apron. The lower edge of the flounce is trimmed with a line of stitching, and the upper edge with a velvet bias. The jacket with peplums closed on the side is covered with wide velvet lapels, on which are placed strips of cloth; the pointed opening is filled with a velvet plastron with strips of cloth, to which is attached a similar straight collar. The front bodice has on both sides pieces of quilted velvet, finished at the waist in small patterns; the bodice ends in a Medici collar covered in velvet, and the narrow sleeves are finished with velvet and buttons.

Round hat in white felt, adorned with blue feathers, placed on the side of the pass and gathered in the middle, behind, under a velvet rosette.

Evening ensemble. — This dress is made with cream lace and white chiffon ruffles. The skirt placed on a white silk underdress consists of wide bands of tulle lace, separated by five silk muslin flounces, arranged in a point in front. The lower ruffle is biased from the sides in front, so that only a small gather is visible in the front. The upper part of the skirt consists only of lace, trimmed with ruched chiffon curves. The peaked bodice, is embellished on the lower part with ruched chiffon curves; the opening of the bodice is covered with a piece of lace forming a fichu, to which is attached a gathered lace flounce, on which is placed a silk chiffon flounce, edged with gathers. This trim crosses in front in the form of a plastron, and ends in the narrow waistband, which consists of a strip of light and dark velvet. The bodice is surrounded by a gathered lace flounce. Long unlined sleeves made of lace are trimmed with ruffles and gathered chiffon. On the left shoulder is placed a branch of roses, and on the belt a large bow made of strips of twisted velvet of two colors.

[90sstyle00s]

teen wolf: 3x12

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

sin? yes., m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook

summary: As usual, Jeon Jungkook is taking photos of his favorite sex worker, Min Yoongi's girlfriend. It's his job now, believe it or not. It's also his job to make sure you don't accidentally stab Yoongi with the very sharp knife you're holding, but for some reason Jungkook is too distracted because he's turned on... so he gets punished.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (yg/you); sex work; in the middle of the photoshoot (fem reader, descriptions of erotic photos, dry humping, filming / voyeurism kink, slight D/s themes (with JK taking commands from Yoongi), cock ring usage, nipple play, licking JK's precum off his hand, dirty talk describing implied smut later, possible humiliation kink?); non-idol!AU - (secret) sex worker!reader x music producer!Yoongi ft video editor and photographer!Jungkook

part of _thehornedsin au, but can be read alone

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He just had to trust you when you pointed the knife to his back.

“Turn it inward a little more, noona.”

His breath was hot against your lips. Your red-stained lips, the edges blurred and smeared, as if you had carelessly wiped blood all over them. Not that you could see it yourself. The world was black. You were wearing a blindfold, but you were still highly aware of your surroundings.

For instance, you were sure that your boyfriend was staring at you.

Layers of black lace and chiffon couldn’t hide the feeling of Min Yoongi’s intense gaze. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you remembered their shape well. Stared into them before going to bed every night, and woke up to them every morning. Pointed, cat-like, and more telling with a single subtle look than any other man you knew. He paid attention to the smallest of details despite his constant, consistently bored expression.

Right now, he couldn’t look at anything but you.

You were right in front of him.

That, and you were wearing a skimpy, low v-neck black silk dress with viciously high leg slits and a pair of curved, black resin horns draped with strands of black and red Swarovski crystals, holding one of your kitchen knives over his shoulder.

His voice was low with a little bit of a rasp. Ah. He must have recorded some tracks recently. That explained why he had been holed up in his studio yesterday.

“Don’t stab me.”

His large, agile hands were on your waist. Spoke softly to your red-smeared lips, resting his fingers on the obvious curve of your perky ass made perkier by black pumps with red soles.

Click.

“Maybe you would like it,” you whispered back, low and sultry.

Click.

“Doubtful, otherwise I would actually enjoy your obsession with those Halloween movies. The theme song is iconic, but the rest of the music score could use some work.”

Your hand was on his chest, toying with the shirt placket. It was a loose white dress shirt, you knew. Low neckline as well, with the first few buttons removed, the former stiff collar detached and remade with white chiffon ruffles to give it a more Victorian look. You knew all of these details because you were the one who thrifted and resewed it.

“Hyung, turn your head this way.”

The warmth of his breath was suddenly gone.

You leaned in.

Gripped the front of his shirt tighter.

“Yoongi.”

Purred into his ear, smokey like a seductive spell.

Click.

“Hm?”

“Let’s get delivery after this. I’m thinking pizza tonight.”

Click.

“You really want to talk about dinner with my dick hard and pointing a knife at me?”

You flicked your wrist and drew the knife back, carefully following the hilt so you knew which side was the blunt edge. You made sure there was plenty of space between the knife and him. Yoongi was the primary chef in the relationship and he had invested in very sharp, very expensive blades.

Would be a very unfun time if you had to go to the emergency room with one of your kitchen knives sticking out of your boyfriend.

“Sorry, Jungkook. My arm was getting tired.”

“That’s okay, noona,” came the deep voice of Jeon Jungkook from behind you. “I got the shots you wanted. It’s time to tear the shirt.”

“I got the knife,” Yoongi chuckled, taking it from you.

“Should I–” you began.

A hand fell on your shoulder and you knew who it was from the calluses of his fingertips. He had been practicing guitar again recently. Full of talents, your Min Yoongi.

“Trust him. He knows what he’s doing,” he murmured in your ear, kissing the edge of your jaw. “You hired him to delegate responsibilities.”

Your dangling onyx earrings swayed amongst the strands of Yoongi’s now much longer black hair. It was styled quite wildly today, with lots of volume to help him block his face. Yoongi was a famous music producer after all. He couldn’t be assuredly connected to the erotic photos of his sex worker girlfriend. Also, these photos were to showcase you. Yoongi was very firm about that. He would additionally argue he wasn’t famous yet, but you always reminded him of the awards that he pretended to be modest about. He displayed them on open shelves in his work studio as obviously as you displayed the ram-style horns on the various dragon heads in the entrance hallway of your home.

Whenever Jungkook photographed you and your boyfriend together, he always strategically kept Yoongi’s face out of the pictures, getting both creative and horny-inducing angles, which was a talent in it of itself.

Obviously, Jungkook’s aptitude in taking photos was why you hired him.

“I hired him for his big dick,” you answered quite loudly.

You heard a squeak of embarrassment at your right, about two meters away.

“Believe me, he’s this close to letting you slice off his clothes with that knife while you’re blindfolded, so for the sake of safety and to avoid having to clean up blood, I’m going to put you on this stool here as Jungkook preps me for the next shot.”

You sighed exaggeratedly and sat obediently on the bar-level stool that suddenly appeared under your butt, resting your feet. Christian Louboutin was most certainly a sadist. Only a sadist made these kinds of shoes. You would never own them if it wasn’t for the photos for _thehornedsin.

Oh, and Yoongi’s wallet.

You sat pin straight, with discipline.

You recalled opening the pale tan box a few months ago with raised eyebrows, delicately holding up the iconic red-soled torture devices. Black patent leather, of course. Better for fetish photos. Absolutely vile for the feet.

“When I said I loved me a sadist, I meant whips and chains, not this.”

“They’re to celebrate the surge in followers lately., thanks to the hard work of your new photographer.”

“So you’re rewarding Jungkook. Not me.”

The open-mouthed smirk Yoongi gave you was positively devilish.

“I love seeing that kid squirm in his pants, desperate to have you.”

“You’re such a sadist, my love.”

Right now, you heard the faint click of the camera shutter.

You smirked.

“Shouldn’t you be helping Yoongi, Jungkook?” you teased, seamlessly shifting to another pose. Extending a leg, framing your cleavage with your manicured hands. Pointed nails, of course, with a dark red polish. Simpler than usual, but the dress and headpiece were already a lot. Too many flashy elements and the overall composition of the photo would lose its elegance and look tacky. No jewelry for today. It might interfere when holding the knife.

Also, you had some fans that were hand fanatics so why not let them fap to good content?

Click.

“He… w-went to the bathroom.”

You would think after having his dick in all three of your holes that Jeon Jungkook would stop stuttering around you, but it was one of many endearing traits of his that you loved.

“Come closer,” you whispered enticingly.

Stuck your tongue out and hooked your fingers into the edge of your dress and pulled it to the side, exposing your prominent, hard nipple. The back room of your house that you used as a photo studio was always cold, unfortunately. You kept this particular room colder because of all the hot lights that had to be turned on. Well, that and you weren’t wearing undergarments and barely had any clothes on in general.

The camera shutter was going off, click, click, click.

You curled your tongue in the air, smirking around it.

“N-Noona… You’ll ruin your makeup…”

That silvery voice was getting closer. Today, Jungkook came in his usual casual clothes. Loose charcoal gray long-sleeved shirt and black sweats. He removed his oversized bucket hat before beginning his work. Today, he asked you for hairpins to help keep his black hair out of his face. You told him you liked seeing his eyes anyway.

He had blushed and scurried away.

Those big brown eyes looked innocent, but Jungkook was jacking off to your nudes way before he had the balls to hold a full conversation with you, so you knew better.

He could be a dirty boy when he thought no one was looking.

You spread your legs, hiking the leg slits of your dress all the way up to your hips and curled two fingers toward you, squeezing your nipple with your free hand. You heard him groan, needy and soft. You didn’t need your sight to know exactly how you looked. Part of being a model, erotic or not, was knowing your angles, and you knew all of them.

Hours fucking Yoongi in front of the mirror well spent.

As predicted, you suddenly felt a presence before you. A clean, fresh scent with a certain rigidity to it (and you didn’t mean dick, at least in this case). Your boyfriend you would describe as lithe and picturesque. Yoongi was almost fantasy in his proportions.

Jungkook?

The younger male radiated energy. Power he wasn’t aware of and didn’t know how to control, a remarkable innocence juxtaposing his imposing frame. He was too busy being focused on external things to think much about how inherently seductive he was.

You lowered your hands, dancing in the air for a bit before finding his hips, bringing him closer. You listened to his exhale. Heavy. Erratic. Stumbling slightly, trying to avoid stepping on the dress. You dragged your nails over his clothes. His muscles were tense and hard under your touch.

He gasped, wanting more.

Jungkook shivered, and you felt him move his camera out of the way as you tipped your head back.

You scooted forward on the stool and pressed his erection to your lower belly.

“You wanna ruin my makeup?”

“I-I shouldn’t…” Jungkook was mumbling, trying to swallow his moans as your body rubbed against him. Nothing but blackness in your line of sight, but you knew what he looked like, probably chewing on the left side of his lip and shuddering, that mole under his pierced lip trembling with want. “Hyung will get mad…”

You slipped under his shirt and chuckled, licking the air between you and him.

“Who cares? You want it.”

Your hands traveled under the waistbands of his pants and underwear.

“You wanna shove your dick down my throat and film me, don’t you, Jungkook?”

You raked your nails over his ass.

Jungkook moaned and was actively humping your crotch now.

“Noona, please…”

You felt him lean down, his breath washing over your lips. Your name in his voice, hot and heavy and full of desire. His hand was on your left shoulder. His right, the one covered in tattoos, all the way up to his shoulder. You knew for a fact he wanted to be part of these photos, but he couldn’t because of the obvious ink, so Jungkook just had to torture himself by being the one taking the photos.

Which he also liked.

Clearly, because he was taking the photos and trying to make out with you right now.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

You felt sudden pressure on the backs of your hands as Yoongi came up behind Jungkook and pinned the younger man between your bodies. A surprised yelp and then Jungkook was yanked away from you, enough so his erection was no longer pressed against your crotch. You felt a tug at the fabric around your hands and then, suddenly, air.

Yoongi had pulled Jungkook’s pants down.

“I told you,” said the stern, deep voice of your boyfriend. “Chill the fuck out until after the photos are taken. We are never going to get anything done if you’re trying to hump the talent.”

Trying? Before you could open your mouth and inform Yoongi that Jungkook had indeed succeeded in humping the talent and that removing Jungkook’s pants seemed a bit counterintuitive, you felt something hard and circular press into the back of your right hand.

Ah.

“Therefore, you’ll be punished.”

You turned your hand and Yoongi dropped the cock ring in your palm.

“W-W-What, wait, no! Hyung, w-wait…!”

You traced down these familiar hips and gripped the hard length, rubbing your thumb against the underside of the head. Jungkook’s hips bucked, trying to thrust into your hold, but another pair of hands showed up, grabbing him and holding him place as you licked your lips, slowly sliding on the cold cock ring onto the pulsing, warm shaft, squeezing his girth into it, savoring the whimpering gasps and waning protests that faded out into a quivering moan once it was fitted smugly around the base.

“Just be glad he’s not making you take the photos with your pants down.”

Jungkook’s breathing hitched.

You felt him twitch and get harder, throbbing in your hand.

He was thinking about it, the embarrassment of his rock-hard erection trapped in the cock ring with his pants off, taking the next sequential photos of the set – you seemingly slicing open Yoongi’s shirt to reveal your mark on him, a black ram’s head painted onto his skin, and then cutting the silk dress off your body before fingering yourself to completion and smearing it onto Yoongi’s bare back.

While holding the large chef’s knife.

You know.

Because it was Halloween season.

You had to plan in advance, of course.

You sensed a hand leaving Jungkook’s hip and felt it uncover your other breast, leaving your hard nipples poking out right in front of his friend’s face.

Well.

Friend was starting to become not quite the term for what Jungkook’s relationship was with Yoongi, but that was terminology to unpack on another day.

You felt Yoongi pinch and tug at your nipples. You let him do it, sighing lustfully, whining for him, and all the other gentle, lewd noises, playing it up, knowing full well that Jungkook was standing there, watching, probably trembling all over if his shaking hand that was still on your shoulder was any indication. Yoongi knew how to press all your buttons and you knew Jungkook loved the show you could put on.

He used to pay top dollar for them, and now he watched them front row.

“You’re leaking.”

You raised your eyebrows under the blindfold as Jungkook sputtered and tried to twist away, but of course he couldn’t because your knees closed in and boxed him in place. You would always be his accomplice, but Yoongi didn’t have to be mean and call Jungkook out like that.

What a sadist.

“Clean it off.”

“C-Clean, h-h-how...?”

You remained silent, wanting to see where this was going.

“With your beloved noona’s tongue, of course.”

You liked to say Yoongi was a genius. He was. However, the line between genius an insanity was a very thin one, and Yoongi proved it right now. Without a word exchanged, you felt movement that could only be your boyfriend grabbing Jungkook’s wrist, shoving it between your bodies and forcing the younger male to smear his own precum onto his own palm, lifting Jungkook’s hand after a sufficient amount was collected and placing it right in front of your face, proximity so close that all you had to do was extend your tongue and lick the slightly bitter, mostly salty liquid off.

You ran your tongue all over the sensitive skin to complete silence except for Jungkook’s painfully aroused whimpers.

“Now, she spent an hour drawing that ram skull onto my back, so you better believe I’m not wasting her hard work. Pull your pants up and slice up my shirt.”

And with that Yoongi moved away from you and Jungkook, his calm presence suddenly gone from your personal space.

Jungkook was shuddering, stunned to embarrassed silence as he reached down. Your hand touched the top of his head. Very warm. Ran your fingers over his scalp, grazing his ear. Positively scorching. You traced his ear and his piercings, stroking his jaw.

“You didn’t tell me you were into humiliation,” you commented casually.

“I-I’m not…”

“You wouldn’t want me to tie you up and tease your dick while Yoongi is fucking me from behind?”

“That’s different…” was the very unsure mumble.

“But he can see your face the entire time.”

“So what?”

Your thumb pressed against that trembling lower lip, rubbing it gently.

“So, let’s do it tonight. Tie you up nice and tight, with your legs spread open so he can see everything and no matter how many times you beg me to finish you with my mouth, I won’t, all while Yoongi fucks me and watches you cum all over yourself over and over again.”

Air whisked past your thumb, a sharp inhale of anticipation.

“My sweet, messy boy for dessert,” you murmured, kissing the air teasingly.

“Jungkook, get your ass over here.”

“W… Whatever you want, noona…” Jungkook muttered, trying not to sound excited as he reluctantly tore out of your grasp, then immediately regretting it and snatching your hand out of the air, kissing your fingertips.

You smiled.

“You can do anything to me,” he whispered, soft and breathless. “As long as you want.”

Now you grinned, as unsettling as it was alluring, matching the demonic nature of your curved black horns.

“Oh, I will.”

Sin?

Yes, speaking.

“I won’t let you escape, Jungkook.”

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the caswell wears prada

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Summary: EJ's style is simple and functional but Ricky discovers he's capable of more than just letterman jackets and white sneakers. (Part 4 of my trans!ej and genderqueer!ricky AU.)

Author's Notes: I have this little headcanon that EJ used to model baby clothes when he was a baby. Then only went back to modelling once he transitioned to the point he was comfortable enough. Also not me giving Ashlyn's parents a purpose except for just leaving the house empty enough for Ashlyn to throw parties. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: Implied Sexual Content at the very end but since it's not explicit, I'll just let y'all use your imaginations.

Ricky has almost exclusively seen EJ in basic white boy clothes. It's usually just a nice fitting t-shirt, some branded jacket, jeans, and branded sneakers. It's not exactly avant-garde but Ricky can appreciate the fact that EJ has found a distinct style that's both understated yet elevates his already good looks.

But from what Ricky has learned in the few months that they've been dating EJ is that just because he dresses like that, it doesn't mean EJ does not have an eye for fashion.

Ricky learned this one day when the two of them were hanging out with Gina and Ashlyn at Ashlyn's house.

Ashlyn's mom was the Editor-In-Chief of an editorial fashion magazine that focuses on highlighting brands that promote sustainable fashion. She also runs a design company herself. Every other minute, she'd be going in and out of her design studio with a phone against her ear and a different meter of fabric in her hands. Her job is also the reason why Ashlyn's parents aren't usually home. Ashlyn's mom would be invited to different fashion events or she'd meet with a client about a new start-up. Ashlyn's dad accompanies her so that she wouldn't overwork herself.

None of that is new to Ricky. What is new, however, is EJ's involvement in her work.

"Ashlyn!" Mrs. Caswell rushes in, a hundred different scarves wrapped around her neck. Ricky wonders if she can breathe beneath all that cashmere and silk. "Darling, I need your help."

"What is it, mom?" Ashlyn asks, pausing the movie the four of them were watching.

Instead of responding, Mrs. Caswell just runs back to her home studio with a hurried click of her heels. Ashlyn looks at the rest of the group with a shrug, moving to stand up until her mom comes rushing back in – this time with a little purple hat perched on her strawberry blond locks.

"EJ, sweetheart! You come too. I need your opinion on a few things." Before any of them could say anything, she's disappeared back into her studio in a flurry of scarves and sequins.

EJ doesn't even bat an eye and moves to follow his cousin out of the living room. Ricky grabs his hand before he could leave, asking him what Ashlyn's mom wants his opinion on. EJ isn't exactly Paris Fashion Week, if Ricky was gonna be honest.

EJ just smiles, placing a chaste kiss on Ricky's lips before saying, "I'll tell you when we get back."

With that statement, Ricky and Gina are left alone, both feeling more confused than before.

"Does that happen often?" Ricky asks Gina, who is picking through the popcorn bowl.

"Ashlyn's mom being weird?" Gina tosses a popcorn kernel up into the air before catching it into her mouth flawlessly. "I've seen Ashlyn help her a few times. But I haven't seen her call EJ into that room before."

"Yeah..." Ricky picks at a loose thread on their jeans. "Didn't really peg EJ as the fashionable type."

Gina pauses in her pursuit of the perfect popcorn kernel and raises a questioning eyebrow towards Ricky. "Hold up... EJ never told you?"

"Told me... what?" Ricky started to panic a little bit. They never liked hearing ominous phrases like that from other people. It fuels their already present anxiety about dating someone who is way out of their league like EJ – someone who could leave Ricky at any time if they realize that Ricky will never be good enough for them.

Gina seems to realize this quickly enough and she tries to diffuse the situation before it gets worse. "Oh! No no no, Ricky, it isn't bad!"

"Then what is it?" Instead of answering, Gina just looks over shoulder at the direction of where the Caswell Cousins went to. After a few seconds of making sure the coast is clear, she tilts her head and motions for Ricky to follow her.

Gina leads Ricky to the spare guest room that EJ occupies sometimes when he doesn't want to sleep at home. In fact, sometimes this room is literally just called EJ's extra room because he's here so frequently. Ricky's napped here a couple of times so it isn't a new place. But he's usually too tired to explore it due to some recent emotional problem or another.

By the far wall is a dresser that Ricky hasn't ever thought to look through. Gina beckons him to come closer as she opens the bottom drawer.

"Ashlyn showed me this when I first moved in. We had to call EJ immediately after because I just had... so many questions." After a few seconds of rummaging, Gina brings out a small stack of magazines triumphantly.

Ricky recognizes the magazines immediately as the same ones Ashlyn's mom is the Editor-In-Chief for.

"Are those...?" Ricky asks and Gina nods excitedly, motioning for him to sit down next to her. The two of them peer through the old issues together, pointing at things they think would look nice on them.

Before they turn to the middle spread, Gina turns to them with a serious look in her eye. "Ricky, I need you to brace yourself."

Ricky tilts their head in confusion. "For what?"

"Just," And Gina can't even hide her giddy little smile. "Get ready."

Ricky can't even bring themself to respond before Gina is showing them the middle spread of the magazine. Their mind skids to a halt when they see a younger EJ staring back at them from the glossy pages, dressed head to toe in the finest three-piece dress suit Ricky's ever seen.

And it isn't just that, EJ's all over the spread – dressed in all kinds of outfits. From gorgeously crafted lace button downs to tastefully styled overcoats – EJ models the shit out of them. Ricky scans the pages in awe because they've never seen EJ wear stuff like this. Sure, they've seen EJ in a suit during homecoming but not one with embroidered roses across the vest or paired with diamond encrusted gold jewelry.

Gina turns the page and Ricky lets out a small gasp.

It's a two page Ashlyn and EJ spread – the cousins looking absolutely ethereal dressed in the most delicate fabric embroidered with flowers along the seams. Their skin is glowing beneath the sunset, the light catching at the highlights on their cheekbones. But what really got to Ricky is one very small but powerful detail:

The flowers along EJ's shirt and the makeup he's wearing are in the trans flag colors.

"Ricky, look." Gina points at the small interview portion at the corner of the page, smiling when Ricky reads it and realizes that it's about EJ.

E.J. Caswell – Teen Transgender Model

"I've been avoiding modeling since I started transitioning and coming back to it was really scary." Says teen model E.J. Caswell. "But when my aunt gave me the opportunity to finally speak my truth through fashion, I knew that I wouldn't regret this decision in the long run."

"There are still so many moments where I hate my body. It's gonna take a while until that goes away. And maybe it won't. Ever." E.J. tells us with a sad smile. "But this is a start – and I get to style some really cool clothes while I'm at it!"

When Ashlyn Caswell was asked about the significance of this project to her cousin and to future transgender models, she smiled softly, making it abundantly clear how much she adores her older cousin. "E.J. is one of the bravest people I know. He's always been an inspiration to me and I'm so proud of him for doing this on his own terms. Plus, I'm really happy he asked me to be a part of it with him. But don't tell him I said that! I'll never hear the end of it."

"She said that?" E.J. said with barely concealed glee. "Aww, Ashlyn!"

Ricky and Gina giggle at the mental image of EJ probably giving an exasperated Ashlyn a big bear hug after his interview. Ricky can't help but stare at the spread again, lightly trailing his finger over EJ's face with a soft smile. He really is so beautiful. Ricky sometimes can't believe that someone as gorgeous as EJ is real.

"Looks like Gina beat me to it."

The sound of EJ's voice by the doorway makes the two of them freeze and turn to see both Caswell cousins looking at them with knowing smiles. But Ashlyn and EJ weren't wearing what they were wearing before Ashlyn's mom called them for help.

Instead, Ashlyn was wearing a floor length pink chiffon dress with embroidered roses scattered along its sleeves and body. EJ was wearing a dress shirt of similar color and material, pairing it with white dress pants and a ruby encrusted rose broach.

"Well look at you two supermodels!" Gina squealed in glee, bounding over to gush over Ashlyn's outfit. Ricky stays rooted in their spot on the floor, their eyes never leaving EJ's. EJ approaches them slowly and takes a seat on the bed next to Ricky. He moves into an effortless pose, making Ricky blush more than necessary.

EJ smiles at them, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Hi."

"H-Hi." Ricky says, moving to face EJ with shaky legs. "You look nice."

"Just nice?" EJ leans down with a smirk, a lock of hair falling to his forehead like some goddamn romance movie. Ricky didn't even notice that even his hair was styled differently. Was EJ growing his hair out? Why didn't he warn me?

"I'd say something dirtier but I don't wanna traumatize the girls." EJ laughs at that and Ricky could only stare at the way EJ throws his head back with the most beautiful smile they've ever seen.

This isn't fair. EJ is sitting here looking like he was plucked straight out of a Vogue magazine while Ricky's sorry ass is on the floor in pajama pants and an old hoodie. Fuck. They should have texted Kourtney for help with their outfit today.

"You're so cute," EJ leans forward even closer, so close that EJ's able to lightly graze their noses together. "Maybe I should dress like this more often to make you blush like that."

Ricky contemplates on the statement for a bit, imagining what it would be like if EJ were to wear more designer clothes to school everyday. EJ right now certainly looks confident and cool. Plus, he gets the added bonus of Ricky looking extra flustered around him.

But at the end of the day, it's EJ's body and EJ gets to choose whatever makes him feel good.

Besides, Ricky fell for EJ without all the bells and whistles.

"You don't have to wear fancy clothes to make me think you're gorgeous." Ricky says before they can stop themself from saying it. But it's out now and there's no turning back. EJ's eyes widen but they eventually soften after processing what Ricky said.

"It doesn't matter what I think, though." Ricky says, reaching for EJ's hand. "What matters is that you're happy. Whether you're wearing a potato sack or Versace. As long as you feel comfortable and you're seeing your favorite self in the mirror, I'll tell you that you're the most handsome boy in the world."

Ricky scoots closer to place a soft kiss on EJ's nose before pressing their foreheads together. Ricky can't really tell who's smiling wider from this angle but they didn't care.

"My handsome boy." Ricky whispers, lightly tracing EJ's bottom lip with their thumb. EJ smiles even wider at the sound of that and it never fails to make Ricky happy seeing EJ so happy.

They're about to move in for another kiss when they hear Ashlyn cough from the doorway.

The two of them separate abruptly, both blushing profusely as the girls giggle behind their hands.

"We'll leave you two alone," Ashlyn says, grabbing Gina's hand to pull her back to the living room. "I'll tell mom you'll be late for dinner."

As soon as the door closes behind the girls, Ricky turns back to a still blushing EJ, a small but urgent thought manifesting to the front of their mind.

"I should take this off-" EJ doesn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Ricky is pushing him down on the bed and straddling his hips. "R-Ricky?"

Ricky smirks, placing a single finger on EJ's lips as they lean forward to whisper in his ear,

"I'll help you take it off." EJ lets out the smallest whimper at that but Ricky shushes him, blowing against his earlobe. "But you have to be quiet, handsome."

As soon as EJ shakily nods his head yes, Ricky gets to work.

Unfortunately, they're more than a little late for dinner.

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A/N: I've added some reference pics below if y'all want a better image of what EJ and Ashlyn were wearing hehe :>

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i. the girl in the foxes’ den.

chapter one. queen of shiratorizawa.

a/n: dedicated to @godjo​ because reasons :’) 

WHALE BONE HUGGED TIGHTLY at your ribcage, the silk ribbons of your corset pinching and pulling all of your body’s fat into your waist to the point where you could barely breathe past the stays. Bent over your vanity, fingers gripping the painted wood so firmly that your knuckles went white, you exhaled a shaky breath and pushed all of the air from your lungs as the maid pulled a final time. Tears squeezed past your lashes when she finished, adding an additional jerk to knot the bow tightly. You remained over the vanity even when she departed to your closet to retrieve a dress for you to wear for the evening, your breaths shallow and uneven. With each tiny inhale, you watched your chest—pushed past decent and bordering on obscene with the aid of extra fabric—rise and fall, and felt a red flush creep up your neck from the exertion.

“Your Highness, your dress for the morning.” You watched the maid lay a gorgeous gown upon the crushed velvet duvet on your bed through the mirror, the rich purple appearing like ripples of waves under the rays of sunlight peeking through your window. She patted it down and turned to face you, hands clasped primly in front of her like all the maids were taught, docile as if she hadn’t just forced you into a corset that was a few sizes too small for you. She’d dug that monstrosity out from your prepubescent teenage years and insisted you would fit into it. “You will be meeting with Sister Yui to discuss the rising number of—”

“I’m aware of what my schedule is,” you interrupted her, struggling to straighten your shoulders out to their fullest potential. There was an odd stiffness in your spine from the corset and you tried to appear as natural as possible, relaxing your abdominal muscles against the tight space. “What I want to know is news from my brother. Has there been any word from either he or Tendou?”

The maid had the nerve to shake her head and look disappointed for you rather than at you. You were offended that she had the gall to do it in front of you as well. “I’m afraid not, my lady. None of the messengers have been moved since yesterday.”

You stared at your face in the mirror and patted delicately at the perspiration dotting your forehead with a silk handkerchief. The room was hot—perhaps it was just you—and you were irritated. First with the maid, who had some spine on her to pity you, and now with your brother’s apparent lack of communication with the messengers. If Wakatoshi wasn’t seriously hurt, you were going to rip him a new one for ignoring all of your letters and indirectly putting you in charge of managing his affairs while he was away.

“Very well then.” Squinting in the mirror, you plucked at a stray hair near your eyebrow and fueled all of your inner rage into a placid mask of complacency and politeness. They should bow down on the ground and worship you for the effort it took to deal with the foolish people milling about you like clockwork. It certainly was an exhausting endeavor on its own. “And the harpies that are eating my breakfast on the veranda?”

The maid looked at you with quick, wide eyes. You just barely caught it in the mirror, loosely plucking at hairs that weren’t there, and lowered your hand to the vanity with a smug smile. You’d thought as much; it was far too quiet inside the palace for it to be just you and the staff present. There was someone else here, a multitude of someones, ones you hadn’t invited yourself. No, it was more likely that the woman who envisioned herself as Wakatoshi’s future Queen had invited herself and her entourage and simultaneously manipulated the entire staff into serving her as if she was the Queen. You could see the truth of it in the maid’s face.

You sighed and set down the tweezers in your hand, drumming your fingers against the vanity. Since you were already in a corset, there was no reason for you to make the torture you’d gone through worthless in the end, so you couldn’t wear one of the foreign dresses with gaping slashes from neck to navel just to shock them, but you had another plan in mind, one that would be equally as shocking, especially for a princess of your renown. You just had to show that try-hard Duke’s daughter what she would be competing against for the rest of her life: you.

For it to work, though… Your eyes went to the maid through the mirror again, contemplative, and she squirmed under your gaze. You needed the trust of the staff, which was obviously being swindled in that Duke’s daughter’s favor—they were all stupidly gullible when someone turned on the water works and begged for their help. No, you needed to get rid of her and do this on your own, or else they would warn them in advance.

“Leave,” you said airily, waving your hand towards the door and picking up a livid red shade of lipstick. The gold, spherical case cast your reflection back at you, as pristine as the day it had been gifted to you by the heir of the Haiba family, a famous producer of cosmetics among royalty. You were sure that Lev wouldn’t mind if you used his precious formula to put a gold digger in her place.

“I’m sorry?” The maid squeaked, then amended,”Your Highness?”

You turned around and raised your eyebrows, lipstick in one hand and the other pointing to the door. She just indirectly proved that she was obeying that bitch’s orders and not yours. “I told you to leave. Do I really need to repeat myself?”

“M-My Lady—”

“I said go,” you repeated, sauntering over to your fireplace and removing the sword mounted over it. It had been a gift from Wakatoshi, as avid a swordsman as ever, and still had a sharp edge to its blade. You had used it to cut off greedy fingers on more than one occasion and you had no issue with using it on a disrespectful maid’s face for questioning you.

She was gone before you even fully turned around. You heard her footsteps thumping against the marble floor in your room and outside the door, then down the hall, presumably to report to her new mistress how awful you were. Of course, your reputation as a meek, docile, and pacifistic woman was indestructible—no one would believe her even if she had solid proof. You and Wakatoshi had spread that little rumor yourselves, backed it up in public and in private, so no one would think twice about it, especially coming from a maid who had a lot to gain from slandering nobles.

This was how you worked. This was how Wakatoshi wanted you to work—to protect yourself from anyone who might wish to harm you or the kingdom. One wrong move and you could drag them down to the darkest pits of hell with no way to get out, wishing they were dead but completely at your mercy. You were Shiratorizawa’s trump card, their magnum opus; one wrong move against you was one wrong move against the entire kingdom.

And Kurotsuchi Yui had just made one disastrous move against you.

You had to admit, your plan would certainly raise eyebrows, but you were highly known for your adventures into fashion—it was all you wanted to do besides crush your enemies into smithereens—and, well, it wasn’t as if there weren’t more progressive kingdoms who wore equally as daring clothing in their day to day life. Shiratorizawa wasn’t one of them, but if you set your mind to it… It may just play a double edged sword.

Your plan cemented in your mind, you skipped over to your closet and immediately sought out your riding pants in the mess of silk, chiffon, and muslin. They were high quality, form hugging, and absolutely impolite to wear in normal company if you weren’t riding for the day, but it wasn’t as if you weren’t riding later on; you’d just have to ride your own horse to the orphanage instead of taking a carriage. It wasn’t  something to complain about, your muscles needed the workout anyways. Desk work was so gentle on the body, Wakatoshi complained, and you seconded that thought.

Your riding pants secured, you scoured your closet for that one blouse you had been gifted by a notorious lingerie designer down in the red district during your routine checks to make sure everyone was abiding by the new tax laws in place. It had been so scandalous that you had tossed it in your trunk without a second thought, face flaming red (this was also when you were younger, you would have never been so ashamed if it were recent). But now, you were going to put it to good use, and you prayed it still looked like it would fit. 

Pulling it out from the almost back of your closet, hidden behind absolute mammoth dresses from a time of ballgowns and petticoats, you grinned at your triumphant discovery, marveling in the delicate lace hem and high collar. It was as gorgeous as you remembered it and the perfect weapon to teach Yui a lesson.

Only… You stared at the collar of the shirt and the deep identical slashes in the arms to expose your shoulders, as well as cutouts in the sides to flash your hips to the world. Isn’t it a little too revealing?

It was too late now to back out of your plan, however. You had at least another twenty minutes before breakfast was over and the women scattered to various parts of the castle to conduct their own little ‘tours’ as if they were supposed to be there. You left your hair alone, as it was fine after running a brush through it, and only wore the smallest amount of makeup because you had an impression to make. Wakatoshi had told you that you looked intimidating when you wore a full face of make-up and wondered what your eagle form would be if you ever got it.

As you got dressed, you had to wonder if you would ever get your eagle form at all. Wakatoshi had gotten his at an early age, but that was typical for the men in your family. The women got theirs around eighteen or so, but you had yet to get yours, already in your twenties. You’d always wanted to experience the joy of flying, hearing stories from soldiers about how it felt to soar through the skies, and while Wakatoshi was more than happy to take you flying, it just wasn’t the same. It was your only disappointment to your mother in your entire life, one she never got over even on her deathbed. Your father was more considerate about it, having been born outside of Shiratorizawa, and treated you like he treated Wakatoshi: like his child. Your mother was not so kind.

You tugged the shirt over your head and let it settle over your body in a rush of fabric. It was tight and form fitting, not what you had expected from it off of the hanger, and somehow held the high collar in place. You couldn’t actually see the corset through it or the gaps in the sides, but you could tell you were wearing one by the way your chest was supported. Overall, it looked new, like you’d intended, and the complete opposite of the trends going on at the moment. If you could turn the tides, that would be just another thing to rub in Yui’s face.

Content with your choice, you tugged on your riding boots and strode out the door, snatching up your riding crop and leather gloves on the way out. You pulled your gloves on as you walked down the hall, clenching and unclenching your fists to break in the slightly new leather. There were no guards or maids in sight as you sauntered down the hallways; you could make out the faint laughter coming from the veranda, each high pitched cackle sounding suspiciously like Yui. Her laugh reminded you of a duck; cuck, cuck, cuck in the back of her throat, never from her chest, and it irritated both you and Wakatoshi whenever you heard it in polite company.

When you stepped out onto the veranda, you realized where all of your guards and maids had vanished to. They stood catering Kurotsuchi Yui and her group of crones, guarding them as if there was some threat to be had against their person, the only one of which was you if you could get your hands around one of their pretty little necks.

“And then I—Oh!” Yui noticed you as she was doing a cursory sweep of the women to make sure they were laughing along with her. The slight trepidation that crept in her voice had you smiling internally; you were the one in charge with Wakatoshi gone. “[Name], I didn’t think you were going to join us. I thought you had joined King Ushijima on his scouting retinue.”

That was an awful excuse and she knew it. There was always an Ushijima at Shiratorizawa when one was away, even a fool knew that. She was digging for crumbs of a reason and failing.

“Of course I wasn’t,” you blinked innocently. You took the only empty chair at the other end of the table, across from Yui at the head, and crossed your legs to rest your riding crop over your knee. “I don’t know where you got that idea from. I also don’t know where you got the idea that you’re welcome here.”

The girls sitting around Yui squirmed in their seats while Yui herself fumed.

“I’m the future Queen,” she informed, red flushing into her cheeks. “Everyone says so.”

“Do they really?” You deadpanned, reaching over and snatching up a piece of fruit from a platter. It was from the royal garden, an even greater offense; she was being served like a royal in the family. Your mother was rolling over in her grave at the slight. “It makes no difference to me because in the end, you’ll never be queen if I have a say in it. And you know I do, Yui.”

She was completely silent, glowering at you from across the table because she knew you were right.

“Anyway.” You tilted a glass of wine around, watching the dark red liquid swirl against the sides. “All of the maids who are here, you’re fired. Gather your things immediately and make your way to the royal gold minister and get your last pay. Knights, return to the barracks and switch out with the Elite Knights under the conception of manipulation.”

With that, you had effectively upped the rigidity of the palace and simultaneously stripped Yui of all of her support and backing in one fell swoop, just like an Ushijima should. She was shaking with anger when the maids and knights began their melancholy walk back inside the palace to make their way to their respective areas. 

“It was nice seeing you, Yui.” You stood up and smiled, gathering your riding crop and turning towards the building where your horse was being housed. “Hopefully I don’t have to see you again.”

The threat underlying it went unsaid: you would do worse next time.

Laughter bubbling up in your throat, you bit your lips and made your way to the stalls, the stablehand saddling up your gorgeous Perlino mare that Wakatoshi had gotten you for your fifteenth birthday. She was vicious and maternal and the best friend a girl could ask for; she had a slight biting issue with men, but that wasn’t something you felt like fixing. If anything, you encouraged it, relishing in the shocked expressions of the men who tried to impress you by showing you how to ‘handle’ a horse. It was the highlight of your day.

As you were riding towards the orphanage, a pair of Elite Knights at your side, you looked up in the sky and spotted an unusual number of eagle shifters soaring through the clouds at a breakneck pace. Assuming it was just Wakatoshi returning from his trip, you looked back down and focused on heading to the orphanage, unaware of the world shattering news that they carried with them…

And the announcement of the new Queen of Shiratorizawa.

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Warning - Swearing maybe? I can’t remember ＼(≧▽≦)／

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Posted 09/07/20

July 16th, 2018. That was the day that Toru Oikawa stood proudly next to his best friend Hajime Iwaizumi as his best man. 

"What if she's changed her mind and ran away? That she thinks marrying me is a huge mistake." Oikawa rolled his eyes at his best friend, in all the years he had known him he has never seen his best friend this anxious, not even in a volleyball game against a powerhouse school back in high school if anything, it was Iwa trying to calm Oikawa. The poor lad was all jittery. 

"I wouldn't worry so much, you know Y/n is there with Emiko, and we both know how much she loves you. Y/n will get her here on time, and the second you see her in that stunning white dress, you will cry." Oikawa stepped forward, smoothing out the white shirt before straightening out his mint blue tie and peach coloured rose corsage. 

"Remember if it weren't for you and Emiko, I would not have met Y/n and fallen for her. Y/n will not let anything happen to Emiko; no a hair will be out of a place or an eyelash on her cheek, we owe the pair of you too much for matching us up so your wedding today will be flawless." Oikawa gave his confident smile and patted his best friend on his shoulder, Iwaizumi slipped his hand in his mint blue slacks as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. 

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Oikawa spotted that it was only a couple of minutes to one, the ceremony would begin shortly. He spotted the text on his screen from Y/n - on our way see you soon (♡ω♡)

He smiled at the message before; sending back his own kaomoji o(>ω<)o, the pair were obsessed with sending kaomojis back and forth.

Locking his screen again before smiling at the photo, it was one of his favourites taking by Emiko herself. It was taken back last year when the four of them went to the beach to celebrate their engagement. Oikawa was giving Y/n a piggyback, his hands under her thighs, they were both in their swimwear, soak from swimming in the sea. Y/n had one arm wrapped around his shoulder with the other outstretched in from of them as she threw up the peace sign. Her h/c thrown up in a messy beach swept ponytail, her chin resting on his shoulder with a broad playful closed-eyed smile spread across her lips, Oikawa could see his matching grin spread across his face as his head was leant against hers. 

He loved that photo. She was showing off her natural beauty. No makeup or hair done up just right, with the tiny scar above her right eyebrow, he couldn't see it in the photo, but he knew it was there, he knew it was from a childhood accident of that one time she fell out of a tree when she was playing with her brothers. He knew all the scars, and where they were, his fingers had traced them all, knowing all the different childhood stories behind, ranging from messing around with her brothers to the one of her breaking her arm and the bone sticking out when she fell rock climbing. 

"Oi Shittykawa." Iwaizumi hissed bring the love-struck boy out of his memories and back into the church. "She's seriously got you wrapped that tightly around her fingers, huh." He stated as he hit the old Seijoh captain around the back of the head. 

"Ow! Iwa-chan that hurts!" Oikawa grumbled as he slipped his phone back into the pocket of his mint blue slacks, before rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head, but he was glad that Iwaizumi wasn't quite as nervous as before, "You're being vulgar again." 

From behind him, he could hear Matsukawa and Hanamaki stifling there laughs at the pair, he sent a glare over his shoulder to the two groomsmen, who were wearing white shirts with peach coloured slacks with matching ties and corsages. 

Before either of them could comment, the music began to play, the guest stood. All turned towards the door, Oikawa could not help but smile as he watched Takeru walk down the aisle as the ring bearer in his outfit matching the two groomsmen. Next to him was (niece's name) dressed in a tea-length peach coloured ball gown dress. It was so cute to watch them walk along together, (niece's name) throwing little flower petals as she walked, Takeru proudly carrying the wooden box with the glass window in the lid showing the rings sat on the velvet mint coloured pillow. Next, to walk along was Emiko other two bridesmaids, wearing peach coloured a-line asymmetrical chiffon dresses with a sweetheart's neck. Their hair was curled, and a half was styled back, each holding a small bouquet of peach roses in their hands. Oikawa knew who was next, it was his beloved, he knew she would be wearing mint blue to match him, but he had no clue what dress she would be wearing. 

Emiko and Iwaizumi, well mostly Emiko, had decided they wanted a peach and mint summer wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids would be in peach while the maid of honour and the best man along with the bride and groom would be in mint. Well, Emiko would be in white, but she would have accents of mint to her hair and in her bouquet.

When Y/n stepped through the door, Oikawa could do nothing but stare. She looked stunning in her floor-length a-line dress. He loved the sweetheart neckline and the way the sleeves were off the shoulder. He loved the way the chiffon fell and made it look like she was gliding along the floor, the peach coloured roses of her bouquet stood out against the mint blue of her dress. Her hair was tied back into an intricate bun, and she donned a light layer of makeup that brought out her sparkling crystal-like e/c eyes.

Their eyes locked with one another's and she gave him a gentle smile, she took her place on the bride's side of the aisle, giving him a wink before Y/n looked down the aisle with a proud look. Oikawa's eye's flickered to the doorway where Emiko was stood in her pure white lace ballgown dress, with a v-neck neckline. Her hair was in an even more intricate way with braids and curls going into a bun, with mint blue gems weaved into her hair before they flickered to Iwaizumi. Oikawa could see the tears welling Iwaizumi's eyes as he saw the love of his life stood there with her father ready to walk down and to give her to him for the rest of lives together. 

The ceremony was beautiful. Oikawa's eyes would continuously flicker to where Y/n was stood and back to the bride wonder what she would look like in a wedding dress. He wanted to see that; he knew he was going to marry her one day. Still, the pair had agreed to take it slow, they didn't want to rush a thing, and with Oikawa being a professional Volleyball player for Argentina it was hard enough for him to have this time off for the wedding. 

The wedding breakfast was great, filled with great food, booze and of course the speeches, Oikawa teasing the newlyweds but also congratulating and thanking them both for setting him up with Y/n. 

He would quite often see Y/n tear up at the speeches and when Iwaizumi and Emiko did there thank you speech and handed out the presents to their parents and the wedding party. Emiko was especially thankful for Y/n, "Honestly Y/n if it wasn't for you I think this wedding would have been a disaster, you kept me grounded through all of this, if I were having a meltdown you would be on a flight from Argentina to me that night, I don't know how many times you did that-"

"She did it thirteen times we had a travel case sat by the front door of our flat ready~" Oikawa interjected with a smirk winking at Niko.

"Don't worry I spent his money on the flights~" Y/n smiled as she leaned into Oikawa's side planting a kiss on his cheek as he fake gasped at the fact she stated. The room laughed at the couple. 

"Toru you a professional volleyball player, get over it! Anyway, if it weren't for you Y/n I would have probably thrown in the towel and cancelled everything on many of occasion, so I must also thank you Toru for letting your girlfriend come and help me at the drop of a hat and fly back here to Japan. Honestly, if it weren't for you two, this wedding wouldn't have been a disaster." Emiko grinned, raising her champagne glass "To Y/n and Toru!" 

"To Y/n and Toru!" The room chorused after her, the toasted pair stood there with there arms wrapped around each other, and there own champagne glasses in hand, Y/n rested her head against his chest as Oikawa planted a kiss on the top of her head as he whispered: "I love you, baby girl."

The first dance was beautiful, just Iwaizumi and Emiko slow dancing across the dance floor to I'll Be by Edwin McCain now and again Iwaizumi would twirl her around. They were whispering to each other. Both grinning, ever now and again kissing, either on the cheek or lips or in Iwaizumi's case her forehead too. Once again, Y/n was cuddled into Oikawa's side, holding her newly filled champagne glass to her chest as she smiled the tears welling up again.

Oikawa was happily chatting away to his old Seijoh teammates. He wasn't sure where Y/n was she said something about catching up with her old high school friends. His ears pricked up at the sound of the music, Oh, Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison was playing. Knowing how much Y/n loved this song from the movie Pretty Women, his eye's drifted to the dance floor, where he instantly found the bridal party and their high school friends dancing together singing along. Y/n and Emiko were doing some kind of ballroom dancing, their hands linked together spinning around and laughing, he loved this side of her, she was just having fun and letting loose not caring what people thought of her and her dancing. The next song to come one was Love is Strange by Mickley and Sylvia. Oikawa sighed he knew the DJ was playing the song from Dirty Dancing and he knew them all seeing as Y/n loved that movie as well. Their eyes lock at a certain point, and they both smirked.

'Sylvia~' Oikawa lip-synced to the song. 

'Yes, Mickey?' Y/n hip swayed to the song as she slowly, swaying her hips as she moved closer to him.

'How ya call your loverboy?' He was leaning against the pillar, knowing that his old teammates and her friends were watching

'Come here, loverboy!' using her head to signal from him to come to her. 

'And if he doesn't answer?' He smirked grew 

'Oh, lover boy?' giving him big doe eyes, her hands linked behind her back trying to look innocent, still quite a bit away from him

'And if he still doesn't answer?' He pushed himself off the pillar

'I smiply say, baaaaby' She couldn't help but giggle at him when he did the air guitar to the song.

'Ooooohhhh, baaaaabbyyy' Now stood toe to toe both laughing at Oikawa as he continued to do the air guitar. 

'My sweet baabbyy, you're the one' Planting a kiss on his lips before returning to the girls on the dance floor. 

"Damn you are whipped, aren't ya!" Yahaba laughed patting his shoulder, he just shrugged, he knew he was and he did not care, he loved her wholeheartedly. He continued to watch her on the dance floor once again thinking back to how he wanted to see her in a wedding dress, maybe it was the champagne going to his head, but he wonders if he just went up to her right now and went down on one knee, would she say yes? 

Y/n continued to dance with Emiko before they disappeared out the door so Emiko could change into her evening dress, something a little lighter and more comfortable to wear. 

Later into the evening, Oikawa's eyes locked onto Iwaizumi walking up to the DJ, he didn't miss the smirk that Iwaizumi sent his way. Not long after Iwaizuki walked away, a song began to play that Oikawa instantly recognised. It was his and Y/n song, I Was Made For Loving you by Tori Kelly began to play, he's eyes darted around the room looking for his beloved, he felt a hand on his arm. He grinned, taking her hand in his placing a kiss on her knuckles. 

"Come dance with me," She asked, placing his drink down on the table next to them. He smiled as and followed after her to the dance floor, her left arm wrapped around his right shoulder, and his left arm was gently wrapped around her waist and their free hands conjoined, Oikawa held them to his chest, her head placed gently against his chest as well. They both had gentle smiles on their face as they slow danced on the floor. They didn't see the looks on Emiko, and Iwaizumi faces as they watched the pair, it was just them on the dance floor. 

"We did a good match with those two." Emiko smiled her head resting on Iwaizumi's shoulder. 

"That we did, I think when you throw the bouquet, aim it at Y/n." Iwaizumi commented.

"I already had that planned." The newly wedded couple smirked at each other. 

It was nearly midnight when the after-party started to wrap up, the couple were heading off on their honeymoon, but first, it was time to throw the bouquet. As Emiko said she was going to aim for her best friend, she wanted to see her married to Oikawa; she wanted their children to grow up together and be best friends, even if they would be in different countries. 

Turning her back to the group of girls, Emiko looked over her shoulder, winking at Y/n before she threw the bouquet over her head.

Oikawa was praying that she would catch it, he wanted to propose to her all night, he already planned to buy a ring when they get back to Argentina.

The peach coloured rose flew through the air and landed perfectly into Y/n outstretched hands. Y/n eyes met Oikawa's as he gave her a look that said well we're going to have to now, the blush flushed Y/n cheeks, as she made her way back towards him, cradling the bouquet in her arms.

Iwaizumi and Emiko smirked to one another, knowing they had worked there magic once again, they knew it wouldn't be long till Oikawa would propose now, knowing he wanted to all day anyway, they could tell by the way he looked at her. 

"I'll gladly be your matron of honour," Emiko said nudging Y/n arm as they joined the blushing couple. 

"Give me a shout when you need a best man." Iwaizumi lightly punched Oikawa shoulder as he smirked. "I've already got bits of the speech planned." Catching the scared look that crossed Oikawa's cause the other three to laugh.

"So, if I asked you, would you say yes?" Oikawa asked as his arms snaked around her waist once again. 

After that, there were lots of goodbyes, and even more congratulations as Emiko and Iwaizumi left on their Italian road trip honeymoon. 

"Blue topaz~" Was all Y/n said as he placed a butterfly kiss against his cheek, waving after the car as it drove away.

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28 Types of Fabrics and Their Uses

Deciding which type of fabric to make an item with is an important decision, as fabrics can have countless qualities. From natural to synthetic fibers and from knit to woven, here’s a look at different fabric types and how to identify them.

Canvas. Canvas is a plain-weave fabric typically made out of heavy cotton yarn and, to a lesser extent, linen yarn. Canvas fabric is known for being durable, sturdy, and heavy duty. By blending cotton with synthetic fibers, canvas can become water resistant or even waterproof, making it a great outdoor fabric.

Cashmere. Cashmere is a type of wool fabric that is made from cashmere goats and pashmina goats. Cashmere is a natural fiber known for its extremely soft feel and great insulation. The fibers are very fine and delicate, feeling almost like a silk oxford fabric to the touch. Cashmere is significantly warmer and lighter than sheep’s wool. Often cashmere is made into a wool blend and mixed with other types of wool, like merino, to give it added weight, since cashmere fibers are very fine and thin.

Chenille. Chenille is the name for both the type of yarn and the recycled fabric that makes the soft material. The threads are purposefully piled when creating the yarn, which resembles the fuzzy exterior of the caterpillar. Chenille is also a woven fabric that can be made from a variety of different fibers, including cotton, silk, wool, and rayon.

Chiffon. Chiffon a lightweight, plain-woven fabric with a slight shine. Chiffon has small puckers that make the fabric a little rough to the touch. These puckers are created through the use of s-twist and z-twist crepe yarns, which are twisted counter-clockwise and clockwise respectively. Crepe yarns are also twisted much tighter than standard yarns. The yarns are then woven in a plain weave, which means a single weft thread alternates over and under a single warp thread. The sheer fabric can be woven from a variety of textile types, both synthetic and natural, like silk, nylon, rayon, or polyester.

Cotton. Cotton is a staple fiber, which means it is composed of different, varying lengths of fibers. Cotton is made from the natural fibers of cotton plants. Cotton is primarily composed of cellulose, an insoluble organic compound crucial to plant structure, and is a soft and fluffy material. The term cotton refers to the part of the cotton plant that grows in the boil, the encasing for the fluffy cotton fibers. Cotton is spun into yarn that is then woven to create a soft, durable fabric used for everyday garments, like t-shirts, and home items, such as bed sheets. Cotton prints and cotton solids are both available designs.

Crêpe. Crêpe is a silk, wool, or synthetic fabric with a distinctive wrinkled and bumpy appearance. Crêpe is usually a light-to- medium-weight fabric. Crêpe fabric can be used to make clothes, like dresses, suits, blouses, pants, and more. Crêpe is also popular in home decor for items like curtains, window treatments, and pillows.

Damask. Damask is a reversible, jacquard-patterned fabric, meaning that the pattern is woven into the polyester taffeta fabric, instead of printed on it. The fabric’s design is created through the weave, which is a combination of two different weaving techniques—the design is woven using a satin weave, while the background is achieved through a plain, twill, or sateen weave. Damask patterns can be either multi-colored or single colored. Damasks can be made from a variety of different textiles, including silk, linen, cotton, wool, or synthetic fibers, like rayon. Learn more about damask fabric here.

Georgette. Georgette is a type of crêpe fabric that is typically made from pure silk but can also be made from synthetic fibers like rayon, viscose, and polyester. Crêpe georgette is woven using tightly twisted yarns, which create a slight crinkle effect on the surface Georgette is sheer and lightweight and has a dull, matte finish.. Silk georgette is very similar to silk chiffon, which is also a type of crêpe fabric, but georgette is not as sheer as chiffon because of the tighter weave. Georgette fabrics are sometimes sold in solid colors but often georgette is printed and boasts colorful, floral prints.

Gingham. Gingham is a cotton fabric, or sometimes a cotton blend fabric, made with dyed yarn woven using a plain weave to form a checked pattern. Gingham is usually a two-color pattern, and popular combinations are red and white gingham or blue and white gingham. The checked pattern can come in a variety of sizes. Gingham pattern is reversible and appears the same on both sides. Gingham is a popular fabric due to its low cost and ease of production. Gingham is used frequently for button-down shirts, dresses, and tablecloths.

Jersey. Jersey is a soft stretchy, knit fabric that was originally made from wool. Today, jersey is also made from cotton, cotton blends, and synthetic fibers. The right side of jersey knit fabric is smooth with a slight single rib knit, while the backside of jersey is piled with loops. The fabric is usually light-to-medium weight and is used for a variety of clothing and household items, like sweatshirts or bed sheets.

Lace. Lace is a delicate fabric made from yarn or thread, characterised by open-weave designs and patterns created through a variety of different methods. Lace fabric was originally made from silk and linen, but today cotton thread and synthetic fibers are both used. Lace is a decorative fabric used to accent and embellish clothing and home decor items. Lace is traditionally considered a luxury textile, as it takes a lot of time and expertise to make.

Leather. Leather is any fabric that is made from animal hides or skins, and different leathers result from different types of animals and different treatment techniques. While cowhide is the most popular animal skin used for leather, comprising about 65 percent of all leather produced, almost any animal can be made into leather, from crocodiles to pigs to stingrays. Leather is a durable, wrinkle-resistant fabric, and it can take on many different looks and feels based on the type of animal, grade, and treatment.

Linen. Linen is an extremely strong, lightweight fabric made from the flax plant. Linen is a common material used for towels, tablecloths, napkins, and bedsheets, and the term “linens,” i.e. bed linens, still refers to these household items, though they are not always made out of linen fabric. The material is also used for the inner layer of jackets, hence the name “lining.” It’s an incredibly absorbent and breathable fabric, which makes it ideal for summer clothing, as the lightweight qualities allow air to pass through and moderate the body temperature.

Merino Wool. Merino wool is a type of wool gathered from the coats of Merino sheep. T While traditional wool is notorious for being itchy, merino wool is one of the softest forms of wool and doesn’t aggravate the skin. This is because of the small diameter of the fine merino fibers, which makes it more flexible and pliable and therefore less itchy. Merino wool is considered a luxurious fiber and is used frequently for socks and outdoor clothing. Merino wool is known for being odor-resistant, moisture-wicking, and breathable.

Modal. Modal fabric is a semi-synthetic fabric made from beech tree pulp that is used primarily for clothing, such as underwear and pajamas, and household items, like bed sheets and towels. Modal is a form of rayon, another plant-based textile, though it is slightly more durable and flexible than rayon. Modal is often blended with other fibers like cotton and spandex for added strength. Modal is considered a luxurious textile thanks to both its soft feel and high cost, as it is more expensive than either cotton or viscose. Learn more about modal fabric in our complete guide here.

Muslin. Muslin is a loosely-woven cotton fabric. It’s made using the plain weave technique, which means that a single weft yarn alternates over and under a single warp yarn. Muslin is known as the material used in fashion prototypes to test patterns before cutting and stitching the final product. Muslin is ideal for testing patterns, as its lightweight and gauzy, therefore it can mimic drape and fit well and is simple to sew with.

Organza. Organza is a lightweight, sheer, plain-woven fabric that was originally made from silk. The material can also be made from synthetic fibers, primarily polyester and nylon. Synthetic fabrics are slightly more durable, but the fabric is very delicate and prone to frays and tears. Organza is also characterized by very small holes throughout the home textile fabric, which are the spaces between the warp and weft thread in the plain-weave pattern. The quality of organza is defined as the number of holes per inch—more holes indicate better quality organza. Organza is extremely popular for wedding gowns and evening wear, as it is shimmery and translucent quality which creates decadent silhouettes.

Polyester. Polyester is a man-made synthetic fiber created from petrochemicals, like coal and petroleum. Polyester fabric is characterized by its durable nature; however it is not breathable and doesn’t absorb liquids, like sweat, well. Polyester blends are also very popular as the durable fiber can add strength to another fabric, while the other fabric makes polyester more breathable.

Satin. Satin is one of the three major textile weaves, along plain weave and twill. The satin weave creates an elastic, shiny, soft fabric with a beautiful drape. Satin fabric is characterized by a soft, lustrous surface on one side, with a duller surface on the other side. This is a result of the satin weaving technique, and there are many variations on what defines a satin weave.

Silk. Silk is a natural fiber produced by the silk worm, an insect, as a material for their nests and cocoons. Silk is known for its shine and softness as a material. It is an incredibly durable and strong material with a beautiful drape and sheen. Silk is used for formal attire, accessories, bedding, upholstery, and more.

Spandex. Also known as Lycra or elastane, Spandex is a synthetic fiber characterized by its extreme elasticity. Spandex is blended with several types of fibers to add stretch and is used for everything from jeans to athleisure to hosiery.

Suede. Suede is a type of leather made from the underside of the animal skin, giving it a soft surface. Suede is usually made from lambskin, but it is also made from other types of animals, including goats, pigs, calves, and deer. Suede is softer thinner, and not as strong as full-grain, traditional leather. However, suede is very durable, and due to its thin nature, it’s pliable and can be molded and crafted easily. Suede is used for footwear, jackets, and accessories, like belts and bags.

Taffeta. Taffeta is a crisp, plain-woven spandex fabric made most often from silk, but it can also be woven with polyester, nylon, acetate, or other synthetic fibers. Taffeta fabric typically has a lustrous, shiny appearance. Taffeta can vary in weight from light to medium and in levels of sheerness, depending on the type of fiber used and the tightness of the weave. Taffeta is a popular lining fabric, as the material is decorative and soft, and it is also used for evening wear and home decor.

Toile. Toile de Jouy, or simply toile, was a specific type of linen printed with romantic, pastoral patterns in a single color—usually black, blue, or red—on an unbleached fabric. Although the word toile means fabric in French, the word toile has evolved to also refer to the original design aesthetic of the fabric, which gained popularity in France in the 1700s. Toile designs are popular for non-fabric items like wallpaper and fine china. Toile fabric is used for clothing, upholstery, window treatments, and bedding.

Tweed. Tweed is a rough woven fabric usually made from wool. The fibers can be woven using a plain weave or twill weaves. It is an extremely warm, hard-wearing fabric that is thick and stiff. Wool tweed is often woven using different colored threads to achieve dynamic patterns and colors, frequently with small squares and vertical lines. Tweed is very popular for suiting and jackets, which were originally made out of the material for hunting activities.

Twill. Twill is one of the three major types of textile weaves, along with satin and plain weaves. The distinguishing characteristic of the twill weave is a diagonal rib pattern. Twill weaves have a distinct, often darker colored front side (called the wale) with a lighter back. Twill has high thread count, which means that the fabric is opaque, thick, and durable. Twill fabrics are rarely printed on, though multiple colored yarns can be used to achieve designs like tweed and houndstooth. The fabric is durable with a beautiful drape, and it is used for denim, chinos, upholstery, and bed linens.

Velvet. Velvet is a soft, luxurious fabric that is characterized by a dense pile of evenly cut fibers that have a smooth nap. Velvet has a beautiful drape and a unique soft and shiny appearance due to the characteristics of the short pile fibers. Velvet fabric is popular for evening wear and dresses for special occasions, as the polyester oxford fabric was initially made from silk. Cotton, linen, wool, mohair, and synthetic fibers can also be used to make velvet, making velvet less expensive and incorporated into daily-wear clothes. Velvet is also a fixture of home decor, where it’s used as upholstery fabric, curtains, pillows, and more.

Viscose. Viscose is a semi-synthetic type of rayon fabric made from wood pulp that is used as a silk substitute, as it has a similar drape and smooth feel to the luxury material. It is a silk-like fabric and is appealing because it is much cheaper to produce. Viscose is a versatile fabric used for clothing items such as blouses, dresses, and jackets, and around the home in carpets and upholstery.

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Protective Service

John Wick x Reader (A/n-random fact, in reality, The Irish is actually from the West, i.e, they’re called the Westies, but this is fiction so *shrugs*)

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Warnings- Tension?

Chapter 6 Jealousy And Other Sharp Objects

A week has passed, and things between John and Y/n had gone back to the way they used to be, as if she hadn't opened up to him, in a way she usually didn't to anyone, as if they hadn’t seen each other in a light that would blur the lines of what they were. Of course, the apathy exchanged immediately afterwards should have been telling enough, and for the most part, it was, at least for the first four or five days. It hadn’t even bothered John until, late one night, when he was heading to Y/n’s home office for confirmation on a work matter.

He was just walking up the hall, hands slipped coolly into his pocket and a file wedged between his arm and his side, almost near the door when it opened. He was wholly expecting Y/n, and was a little taken aback, even if he didn’t show it, when Donavan walked out instead, buttoning his wrinkled white dress shirt and blazer draped over his crooked elbow as he nudged the door closed behind himself. Both men brushed past each other hastily, not wanting to share the same square footage for longer than absolutely necessary and an irrational wave of jealousy surged up in him. Reaching the door, John could even hear Y/n shuffling around, probably just getting dressed. Still though, he knocked.

It took a minute, but eventually her voice rang through, cool and unaffected as she permitted, “Come in.” Drawing in a sharp breath, John pulled the door open, not sure if he should keep looking or turn away when he caught her in the midst of pulling on her thin chiffon blouse. She wasn’t half as exposed as she was during their shared evening in the kitchen, but there was something about knowing that Y/n had just been with someone else that made it seem wrong for John to look. Though he didn’t have much time to think on the matter for the minute she’d finished fiddling with the stylish ruffles at the neckline, Y/n moved to lean against the lip of her desk, breaking John’s thoughts as she ran her fingers through sex mused hair, “What do you want?”

Unable to keep the edge of unwarranted envy to himself, John lounged on the leather upholstered sofa kept against the wall, setting the file next to him before leaning back and crossing one ankle over his knee, “Does he know?” Nonchalantly, he nudged his head towards the door.

Her reaction wasn’t what he expected and Y/n quirked a mischievous smirk, her lithe fingers finding a half drank glass of Cabernet near some disarrayed papers, swirling around the remainder of her drink before slowly bringing the glass to her lips. Y/n’s gaze holding John’s didn’t waver, nor did the mischief reflected on her features, “Know about what?” Feigning innocence didn’t really suit her because even then a dark, menacing mystery lurked beneath her façade and Y/n didn’t look any less the vixen that she usually was. 

“Don’t do that,” John huffed. It was a battle to maintain some semblance of dominance over the situation, neither of them wanted to be at the other’s whim and it only then dawned upon John that it was a miracle that they’d existed in the same space for just over two months without getting into a fight. They’d come close though, two personalities that alike were bound to clash. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he persisted, not phased in the slightest by her behavior. 

“Why would he need to know?” Finishing off her wine, Y/n replaced the glass on the surface with a quiet thud, “Who I fuck isn’t his business, and its not yours either,” folding her arms, Y/n’s smirk widened a bit when upon noting how John stiffened slightly, “Are you jealous, John?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” John fired immediately, sounding more defensive than intended, “It’s just,” clearing his throat, he pondered only for a second before voicing his suspicions, “I don’t trust him.”

Smoothly, like aged whiskey over ice, Y/n chuckled, rolling her gorgeous orbs, “Donavan? You don’t trust Donavan? Now who’s being ridiculous?” Pushing off the edge, Y/n sauntered around the desk, easing into her chair, “He’s loyal, there’s no reason to doubt him.”

“I’m just saying,” pressing the matter was fruitless, yet John still continued, “You should keep an eye on him.”

“Stop it,” immediately, her tone grew firm and her jaw tightened, “Don’t do that,” exasperated already, Y/n threaded a hand through her loose tresses, “Is this what you came here talk about?”

Now, equally irritated by her dismissiveness, John’s voice took on a new harshness, “No,” He stood, swiping up the manila folder and taking long strides towards her desk, “These are the specifics for Vienna next week,” he offered hastily, the folder almost falling to the table top during the trade off, “Review it, tell me what you you think in the morning.”

Sighing heavily, Y/n almost felt guilty about the turn their conversation had made, but something stopped her, leaving her to try to call out to him in a tone tinged with annoyance as he headed for the door, “John-”

“Good night, Y/n,” he cut her off, stalking out of the room, leaving the door open.

The next week, Vienna. It was the morning of Y/n’s second meeting with the High Table and like the first, the hours before had brought a sense of dread with it, the only thing soothing her in the tiniest bit was that John would be right outside the door that time. They still hadn’t ironed things out after that late night in her office, once again sinking into a state where words spent between them were short and few. Usually something like that wouldn’t have bothered Y/n, but somehow, being at odds with John wasn’t the same; she secretly wanted him to care and not knowing if he still did was disheartening.

The whole thing had made her more snappy than she usually was; her quick temper grew shorter, her sharp words were given a new edge and her moments of quiet were vastly extended. For the most part, it made those around her even more willing to back down instead of pushing an issue. All except one.

The three of them had gathered at Y/n’s room that morning; Donavan to brief Y/n on the fast approaching meeting and John to leave with her when she was ready. “The mayor of New York is requesting your audience; at the charity gala next month,” Donovan casually eased in as they ate at a table near the room’s living room window.

Scraping her fork against the delicate china, Y/n’s absent gaze snapped up, focusing on the source of the words, “You can tell the mayor to go fuck himself.”

“Vila-”

Without letting him finish, she was cutting him off, “Donavan. I’m not interested, okay. We stay away from politics.” Clearly over the conversation, Y/n stood, taking her plate over to the room service cart, refilling her coffee afterwards.

“This could be good for us,” Donavan reasoned, forgetting his food and glancing at a still silent John before looking to Y/n, “He needs funding for his reelection campaign and he says that if he’s in for a next term he can give us a leg up; an in with the D.A and couple judges on our side just in case.”

“Yeah,” she huffed, “But it also gives him leverage. He can betray us just as easily as he’s betraying them, and one word and we’re over,” taking a long drag of her coffee, Y/n shook her head, “This isn’t a good idea.”

Standing abruptly, Donavan tried to step next to where she stood at the cart, though Y/n simply moved away, walking near to the table, standing where Vienna’s early morning sun would cast an otherworldly glow on her face. Simply taking it all in, John continued reading through the intel he’d had on the other members of The Table as he ate. “It is. Vila,” he whispered the name, hidden affection laced with the word, “This union could give us an edge on the Irish. Fuck the city, you’ve wanted to take time down since you stepped foot in the club house. If we don’t do this with Balinski, they will, and we can’t risk that.” 

“Donavan,” Y/n’s exasperation was audible and John was internally glad that he wasn’t the only one on the receiving end of it, “You don’t understand. We need to be careful with who we trust, and Balinski, he’s not the kind of man we can trust. God,” she scoffed a humorless chuckle, “He’s a fucking politician, we don’t need his type sniffing around.”

“What we don’t need is the Irish with such a big leg up in the game. Look, we already have Staten Island and everything else in the west, but they have most of the east. We work with Balinski, we can take it, and wherever the fuck you want, no questions asked,” anyone from a mile away could see that Donavan was reaching his rope’s end and there was an sense of desperate urgency in his explanations, as if there was a lot riding on Y/n accepting the invitation to the gala, “We can not just hand this over to them, right now, we’re the one’s he’s asking for, but if you refuse this offer, he’ll be offended and he’ll shack up with them just to take you down.”

“There are other ways,” Y/n gritted. She didn’t want to, for even the slightest of a second, think that she might need someone alongside her to help her rise to the top. Y/n worked alone, it was how she had been trained and she intended in keeping it that way. She didn’t need anyone, especially not some sleazy politician looking for dirty money to help him plaster his face on billboards, to help her fight her battles, “And we can explore them when necessary.”

“You don’t understand how big this is for you Vila. For us,” Donavan emphasized, shaking his head and grinding his teeth, “You,” he spun hastily, turning to John, “Since she trusts you so much, why don’t you talk some sense into her?” 

With a hard, cold gaze, John just stared, and Y/n was the one to interject, able as ever to speak for herself, “Talk some sense into me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Folding her arms and standing her ground, “I don’t need anyone to talk sense into me, and if you think that that’s what you're here to do then maybe you should sit this one out.” For a minute more, Y/n and Donavan traded sharp glares, and again, it was Y/n that spoke, pointing to the door that time, “I mean it Donavan.”

Sniffing for effect, Donavan nodded bitterly, “Whatever you want boss,” the word was said with such disdain that it might have been an insult. And really, it was, considering that most times, Donavan was the only one that ever got a taste of being her equal. That was, until she’d hired John. “But I’m telling you,” he warned pointedly, “You make the wrong decision, it won't be pretty.”

Largely, she ignored him, pretending his words weren’t an omen, rooted to the spot until Donavan slammed the door. Fuming, Y/n suppressed the urge to throw something. She absolutely hated being questioned, her word should have had finality, not room for argument. Yet, when she shifted her gaze, feeling John's stare bore into her, Y/n suspected that another argument was in the making, "What?" She snarled, planting a hand on her hip, "Just say it."

"I know that this isn't my place," John began, standing as he did, swiping up his mug as he walked past Y/n into the living area, "And I hate to admit it," he continued, a begrudged twinge propelling his words, "But Donavan is right. If the mayor wants an alliance, you should give it to him."

Taking another sip from the scalding black liquid, Y/n followed John into the living room, sinking into an armchair; crossing her legs and placing her arms on the cushioned rests. "It's not that easy," turning to face the blank television, Y/n hoped the gesture would guard the first traces of defeat, "I don't need him having leverage on me."

"But he has it anyway," John insisted, going through the weaponry he went armed to her room with, "Think about it, he knows who you are and what you're doing. Balinski can rat anyone out if he wanted to. But he hasn't. Besides,” John was in the process of assembling a gun he’d taken apart for cleaning earlier; his stocky fingers working with precision and fluidity, “If he’s working with you, then you have leverage too, if he’s willing to partner up, then that’s gotta mean he has some skeletons in his closet, and if not, you’ll be the first one. You have the upper hand Y/n.” John cut his words short, putting the gun to his ear as he made a couple more adjustments, “I’m not saying you have to do it,” he sighed as he finally loaded the handgun that would ultimately become part of his on-person armory, “But I am saying that you should think about it.”

Y/n lapsed into a bout of deep thought, pensive stare far off and unintentionally falling to the display on the glass table, littered with an array of guns and blades, along with John’s mug near the edge. He was right, they both were, and Y/n hated defeat, but the more his and Donavan’s words sank in, the more she realized that she needed the alliance with New York’s mayor. If she didn’t take it, he and the Irish would have the upper hand, but if she did, for the price of a small risk, Y/n would have insurmountable power. She’d had to have been foolish to pass it up.

“Alright,” draining the last of her coffee, Y/n carelessly discarded the delicate cup on the end table next to her, standing with purpose, “I’ll do it, and I’ll go to that gala,” she was already walking off towards her bedroom and John had already nodded in acknowledgement when she added, “Under one condition; you go with me.”

“I go where you go, that’s the rule,” he hummed gruffly, not thinking much of it until Y/n turned, leaning against the metal doorframe, her constant, amused stare beckoning his attention.

“No,” a glimmer of a wicked smile tugged at her lips while a mischievous glint danced in her eyes, “I meant you go with me. Invitations for those things are usually for two people, you’re gonna be my…..plus one.”

Straightening his back, John briefly reflected on their conversation in her office and then more so on how confused his feelings towards Y/n made him. Guilt for seeing her the way he did, jealousy when she was with Donavan, irritation during almost every conversation they had and finally something simply…...undefinable. Fondness maybe, likeness, something that made him wish things weren’t as complicated as they were, that Y/n wasn’t who she was so maybe, just maybe, he could give letting someone in another shot. “That’s not part of our arrangement,” he countered dismissively; since she was so protective of her boy toy then should have just taken him anyway, “You should take Donavan.”

“I said I’m taking you,” Y/n turned again, strolling off into the bedroom, “Hope you’ve got a nice tux,” she teased, disappearing into the shadowy dimness before shutting the door behind herself.

*****

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The Lusty Eladrin Maid (2/3)

Astarion x Dafni || E || Ao3 (See for specific tags) ||  Sunshine & Starlight: My on going bg3 series 

The longer they swayed, pressed chest to chest, hip to hip, the more certain his lust addled consciousness became that the sensual curves of her body belong just below the consumption of blood on his hierarchy of needs. Those big, glittering topaz eyes, that blithe, pixie grin that tugged at the corners of her plush pink- She had him completely bewitched. If Astarion was asked right then and there to describe Hanali Celanil, he most assuredly would have said the elven goddess of beauty and joy as a shapely spring eladrin with wild curls the color of gillyflower and a generous sprinkling of golden freckles.

He’d have to take her to a real ball one day. Some Upper City function with good wine and better gossip. Somewhere with lots of shadowy nooks and covalently placed furnishings. His mind conjured a vision of Dafni dressed in a gown of silk and tulle. A full, flouncy number that sparkled in when the light caught it just right. Anyone else would appear garish in such a gown, but somehow on Dafni it only added to her mythical beauty. 

She’d be the envy of all in attendance, but of course, she’d spurn them all for him. Astarion felt his cock stir at the thought. There was an undeniable eroticism in the knowledge that he had the favor of someone others desired. Oh, how the rabble would seethe with jealousy when the pair of them emerged for an unoccupied study! Dafni’s hair slightly messed, her lips kiss swollen and wet. 

They could burn all they liked, this alluring enchantress was his. 

His hand traveled down her spine to her backside, giving the perfect plumpness a quick squeeze. Dafni responded with a lewd squeak. 

“Such a lovely little Coquette.” With a rakish grin, he began gathering up the hem of her gossamer dress, the back of his knuckles grazing the skin of her thigh. Dafni’s breath hitched at the sensual contact. He caught her one of her hands by the wrist, guiding her to the edge of her skirts, “Can you hold this for me, darling?” 

Dafni nodded, eagerly gathering up fistfuls of fabric. Astarion slowly sank to his knees, his hungry gaze fixed on her endearingly flustered expression. Once he was settled into the patch of flowers and wild grass, Astarion nudged her thighs apart. He kissed his way up her leg, stopping for a gentle nuzzle against the twin punctures he’d left behind during a previous tryst. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her thin pink knickers, in one firm tug he had her hips bare. He gave a low, fierce noise, his bottom lip caught in the sharp grip of his teeth. He guided one leg over his shoulder, he kept one hand on the base of her spine, holding her firm and steady. He traced the line of her folds with his index finger. It had only taken a bit of kissing and a dance to get her wet and wanting.

Parting her petals with his fingers, Astarion set to work. Her taste was earthy and warm but there was a hint of sweetness, like wild honeysuckle, so very Dafni in its nature. He swept his tongue along every inch of lovely quim, greedily lapping up her arousal. 

Her fingers buried themselves in his hair pulling him closer to her core with enthusiasm. The sensation of her dull fingernails, lightly dragging across his scalp sent an instantaneous ache to his groin. He could always be certain Dafni was truly pleased with his presence between her legs when those slender fingers wove their way into his hair. Astarion let out a sharp intake of air as Dafni, lost to wanton urge, dragged him closer with a particularly enthusiastic pull.

“Such a needy, needy girl. He hummed between the ravenous strokes of his tongue, “You are getting close aren’t you, darling?”

“Mmmhmm...” She affirmed through a breathy sob and another meaningful yank of his roots. Dafni whimpered as he slipped his middle finger into her heat and then another, pumping and stretching until a high dulcet cry shook through her whole body.

Dafni’s eyes squeezed shut, a symphony of multicolored stars exploding behind her the darkness of her eyelids. She felt drunk and dizzied with pleasure. Her knees were jelly, her stationary leg threatened to buckle but Astarion kept his hold sure. 

“That’s a good girl.” He purred, untangling himself from the limb tossed over his shoulder before guiding her down to her knees in the soft grass beside him. 

Astarion placed a kiss on the center of her forehead, his hand sliding up the back of her head, nimbly untying the knot of her handkerchief. He ran his fingers through the wispy hairs at the nape of her neck. The calloused pads of his fingertips dragged their way down the exposed skin between her shoulder blades before they found the gauzy fabric of her frock. He traced the satin ribbon that ran down the back of the dress. As he began working the lace free of each tiny eyelet, he drew her into the sweetest kiss she’d ever received, his lips brushing against hers in slow, lulling presses.

The dance, that perfect kiss, it was as if he’d somehow gotten a hold of her girlhood journals and set himself to make every foolish daydream come true. Dafni cupped his face, coaxing him closer, cradling his strong, noble countenance with the same gentle reverence she would nature's most delicate creations. If only she could return the favor. Find some secret wish hidden boyish fancy locked away in the dusty attic of the fortress of hurt and anger that guarded his heart. If only he would allow her inside those daunting walls long enough to find it. 

When Dafni cared for someone, it was never in half measures and she cared for Astarion more than most. He’d seen more hardship than soul ought to have. The thought of it made her stomach wrench and the knowledge that he had lived it, that felt as if her heart were caught in a vice of cold iron. She knew he despised her sympathies, mistaking her loving concern as pity. That no matter how much affection she poured into him, there would always be scars, not just the physical ones, that would linger. Still, she could offer him solace and refuge- A place for him to rest his weary soul and began healing. 

Dafni brought her arms over her head as Astarion Freed her from her dress. She watched as his elbows bend, preparing to toss the pile of rainbow chiffon Gods knew where. Dafni’s brows pulled together tightly, catching his wrist in a loose grip she shook her head.

“I’m rather fond of that dress and I’ve had to go hunting for it among shrubbery once already.”

With an overstated roll of his claret red eyes, Astarion gingerly placed her dress down in the grass beside them. The annoyance that colored his features was quite short-lived. Free of her frock Dafni draped herself across the forest floor, her thighs parted exposing her glistening core to his gaze. She took up a fistful of his white cotton shirt, pulling him into the cradle of her hips. 

He’d always thought her ravishing but, seeing her bare in the daylight…

If he weren’t dead already, the sight of Dafni, drenched in golden sunlight, thick, delicious thighs spread open in a sinful invitation, would have surely stopped his heart cold. Somehow the universe had managed to fit all the wild, joyful warmth of springtime into her splendid curvaceous body. 

Astarion ran the back of his hand across the warm, speckled flesh of her rosy cheek. Dafni gave an approving sigh, nuzzling into the touch. He traced his way down the line of one of the pale, raised marks that decorated her full hips. Delicate, wavy paths that overlay all of her most ample and lovesome places- like tendrils of creeping ivy vine crawling their way up a forest church. 

He gave one of her heavy breasts a squeeze, his thumb toying with its rosy nipple. Dafni let loose a bright keen as he took the little peak into his mouth. Her hips jerked upward, rocking back and forth over the hardness straining against his pants. 

Dafni had him relieved of his shirt in a frenzied blur. She has chided him about his treatment of her frock but it seems she held no such scruples when it came to his clothing. Not that he was terribly put out, he found the wild desperation quite rousing. 

“Astarion?” 

Gods, the way she said his name. Dafni's voice always had a musical quality but the tuneful lilt rang most clearly in her elvish. Every time his name graced her plush pink lips he felt a distant pang of gratitude he hadn’t been given something more common. 

“Daffodil?” He brushed a stray curl from her face, “Is everything alright?” 

“Yes!” She said with a small, musical giggle, her hand coming to rest over his own at the side of her face, “I was just wondering if perhaps…” 

“Perhaps what, dear? I don’t blush easily, pet. Make your request.” 

“If you insist.” She took in a deep breath, her chest pressing against his most tantalizingly, “I was wondering if perhaps you’d take me as we are positioned now? With you on top. As you did the last time we found ourselves alone in this meadow?” 

It was an almost innocent request. 

His response should have been, Of course, darling! I’ll ravish you any way you’d like!

His chest tightened at the memory of her hand on the ruined flesh of his back- Of the sound of her tender promise he needn’t hide from her. All the delicious, debaucherous things she’d said that night, none had felt half as intimate the quiet reassurance murmured in her distinct, lyrical elvish. The sweet sincerity of her words had been enough to undo him that night. 

You don’t have to hide from me.

Her liting voice still rattled about his skull like a harpy’s charm. He had foolishly allowed himself to believe her for a few, remarkable seconds. She was wrong, of course. There were most certainly parts of himself that always would remain locked uptight. Safe from those wide, curious eyes and that quivering lower lip.

He did want to do it, to cradle her close and gaze into those big, beautiful eyes as he hilted himself within her. He’d bedded her plenty of times, confident as could be! Why should this be any different?

I’ll feel vulnerable too and that terrifies me.

 I’m already in too deep with you.

You’ll grow tired of me eventually and then I’ll feel like an idiot.

“It’s alright to say no.” She assured, “I would never ask you to do anything that made you uncomfortable.”

 The words felt so like her. 

Soft.

 From the structure of her lovely face, her sea of floral adorned ringlets, to the fullness of her figure, or the bountiful, caring heart that thumped steadily beneath her breast, everything about Dafni was enticingly soft. Every part of her calling out to him, Just a little closer, let me shelter you from the storm inside your chest.

Dafni was one of those rare souls who was truly kind. She had no agenda or duplicitous intentions. Just a good heart and sheltered upbringing.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her arms pulling him into a snug embrace. The feeling of her chest rising and falling against his own was almost hypnotic. He could have lost himself for hours in the soft tide of her breathing. He raked his fingers through her messy hair. 

“You’ve already made me so happy.” She murmured against his skin, “This morning has been like a dream.”

She was so precious.

 A delicate flower that had somehow crept its way into the cracks in his soul. She made him feel needed. Special.

 Maybe even loved? 

He felt a rush of bruising guilt as the thought crossed his mind. He couldn’t give her love. Not yet- possible not ever. Love felt like a four-letter word. A word that could put them both in an early grave. 

He shouldn’t have let things go this far. Gods knew he tried to keep some distance between them, to resist the strange pull he felt. Every time he would surrender to his desires. He had already allowed her this close, what difference did one more inch make? 

Astarion felt heat pricking at the tips of his ears. She was making him into a sentimental fool! One of them needed to be sensible about things and it was certainly not going to be Dafni. He knew it was not a matter of if but when he’d be forced to break her heart. That was the conundrum of caring for her. On one hand, he couldn’t bear to see her hurt but it felt inevitable that he’d hurt her himself.

 He did care for her.

 He could allow himself that much. Perhaps, it was not in the way he should- Not the way she deserved, but it was as best he was able to for the time being.

She’d been a good and loyal friend. Someone he could trust to watch his back in a fight. She made him laugh and brought him the most joy he’d felt in centuries.

 No, it wasn’t love. He was far too old and world-weary to name it as such. They had only known each other for a short while. She was young and by her own admission flighty when it came to relationships. He was bitter and hardly the sort of fairytale prince she’d want. Still, Dafni had taken up residence in a hidden corner of his heart. She was the one thing he felt he had any sort of claim to in centuries.

It wasn’t love, but maybe it didn’t need to be for it to be meaningful?

Maybe it could be one day? When he knew he was truly free of Cazador. 

“Yes.” He whispered wrapping his arms around her waist.

What was the harm in another inch?

[madsmikkelsenschesthair]

I’m sorry... ch.4 (Final chapter unless I decide there’s an epilogue)

A/N: woooo! Finally chapter of this mini series! I want to write an epilogue but uh...I don’t think I will since after this it will just be OC. Anywho, thank you so much for reading!!!

Warnings: traumatic birth, violence, death, angst, fluff

Pairings: General Hux x Reader and Kylo Ren x Reader

Y/N sighed as she looked out the window into the world beyond her. She was alone in her and Kylo's quarters; only the sound of the refrigerator could be heard and the wind outside rattling the windows. She was watching the world outside to pass the time, what else could she do? Armitage had sent her to her quarters and wouldn't explain why.

"Just stay there until either I or Ren come get you" he said. His face was paler than usual and he looked afraid. Terrified. What was going on?

And where was her husband?

Ben.

Y/N looked around the room, alarmed her eyes wide with fear looking at the door as if Ben was going to come bursting through the door at any moment. A kick coming from her womb broke silenced her thoughts, she looked down at her swollen belly and caressed it.

"I know," she whispered "I miss him too but I don't know where he is little one." The baby kicked again then three more times, moving inside her. She suddenly felt a jolt of pain coming from her abdomen, it caught her by surprise and she jumped slightly at this. Y/N frowned and the pain returned again this time more intense, she gripped her hands to the window seal when she felt warmth rushing down her legs. Y/N lifted her dress and a big puddle of fluid lay on the floor. Another pain seized her this time more intense than the last two. She did her best to keep her breaths even as she looked around for her husband's data pad.

"Oh gods please help me!" She rummaged through his things on the coffee table scattering books and papers on to the floor. Tears blurred her sight as she practically tore the place apart. Another contraction hit her much harder dropping her to her knees, she placed a hand on her belly and cried out in pain. This pain was worse than menstrual cramps, a thousands times worse it felt like she was being ripped in half. Where was he when she needed him?! She screamed again louder, loud enough for someone to hear her. Anyone. She could already feel the child practically ripping her in half.

During Rey and Kylo's fight against the guards, Armitage managed to escape the scene unharmed. He was leaving for good and taking Y/N back to her father in the Resistance. He didn't care if he was going to be arrested; Ren had other plans now and Y/N seemed to not be part of them. When he arrived at her quarters he was about to knock on the door when he heard a scream coming from the other side.

It was her.

He punched in the code to open the door and the sight before him nearly made the Great General Armitage Hux break. Y/N was covered from the waist down in her own blood, hunched over the sofa, a puddle of blood oozed around her. It looked like a murder scene to him. When she saw him she started to cry. He immediately went to her and cupped her face with his hands, "Don't speak my love, don't speak, everything is going to be alright" he kissed her cheek lovingly. He noticed tears were in her eyes, her breathing slowing down.

"just take me to the medical center, Tij. I'm dying..." she whispered between gasps. Armitage swallowed back a sob and picked her up bridal style and carried her away to the medical center. He didn't notice the bloody trail left behind.

"Push love you're almost there!"

Y/N screamed in agony as the pain inside her spread through her like wildfire but she pushed anyways. Armitage held her hand and watched in horror as the bedsheets underneath her went from a snow white color to a crimson hell. Her beautiful peach dress was soiled in the angry red color and her dear face was damp with sweat. Y/N gripped the hospital bed as she pushed as hard as she could before flopping back on the bed still screaming. Blood dripped out of her like a faucet. She was hemorrhaging badly. Armitage tried hard not to cringe at her pain but he couldn't help it, the love of his life was in agony and he couldn't do anything about it. The droid at the other end couldn't do anything either but wait for the baby to come out.

It was just her and her pain.

Y/N gave one finally scream when the droid was holding something. Something red and slimy with kicking feet. And a small voice that opened up to a wail. A tiny, tiny voice. While the baby was being cleaned up, Armitage could see it was a boy. A wave of relief washed over him, it was finally over and Y/N would return to her father with her son beside her. The baby boy was wrapped in the softest wool blanket he had ever seen and taken to his mother.

The droid handed the baby over to Armitage, who gladly took it and lowered the child so a dying Y/N could see. He had a head full of black hair and Armitage could already tell he was Kylo Ren's exact copy.

"It's a fine boy" he said in a low tone, "Pick a name for him, love."

Her voice was barely audible now. Her weakness was taking over but she managed a small smile at her son. "Kes. Kes Han Solo" she said. Armitage was confused at this, "Solo? No Ren?"

"Promise me," she whispered fiercely holding on to the baby's tiny hand, "Promise me my son won't be raised to be like my husband."

Tears started to form in his eyes. She continued, "Promise me my son won't be raised in the hands on the First Order. In the hands of Kylo Ren." He stroked her hair softly her, soothing her during her final moments.

"I promise, my love. I promise you."

Her eyes were pleading, "Take me back to my father. Tell him I love him and I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused" Hux's bottom lip trembled but he refused to let go of his tears.

"Take my son to my father Tij...."

The darkness was finally taking her, "Tij...there's still good in him..." she looked at her son one last time with a weak smile on her lips and closed her eyes forever. This time he didn't stop the tears from coming. They rolled down his face and on to hers; even in her death she looked so beautiful. He knew she had found peace in her eternal slumber; nothing hurt anymore, her heart was no longer broken by the man she once loved, no more worries. Sobs shook his entire body, a scream built up in his throats and he let it out. He lost her for good now.

Everything he did was for her and he didn't understand why fate had to take her away. She was so young and beautiful then she birthed his enemy's son.

He looked down at the baby; it was mewling away in his arms. Remembering his father, Hux knew Rose was right; her son couldn't be raised in the hands of the First Order. She wanted a different story for him, a different life. A place where he wouldn't be raised in the dark side or an angry man. She was right and he was keeping her promise.

The door to the labor room hissed open and he could hear Ren come in. His back was turned to him, Kylo couldn't see his wife's body but he could see the bloody pool surrounding Hux's boots.

"Where is she General?" His voice was full of suspicion.

He didn't answer instead he was crying silently.

"Hux..." Kylo said and stepped closer to him "Where is my wife?" Instead of answering he stepped away from her body.

Kylo lost it; he ran to her almost slipping in the blood on the floor. "My love..." he choked "my love please wake up....please wake up I'm here now" he started to cry, loudly. Loud enough for the entire medical center to hear him. "Wake up and tell me you're not leaving me...please don't me leave me I can't do this on my own, please" Hux didn't say anything but watched as his rival lost his sanity. Kylo screamed into the night, he took out his light saber igniting it and began to tear the room apart sending red angry sparks everywhere. To Hux, this was pathetic. He lost the girl he truly loved and begged for her attention only for her focus to be placed on a man that hardly looked at her anymore. Kylo knew that he was the reason she was no longer alive and he couldn't do anything but cradle her body and cry. Cry like he never did before.

Hux noticed Rey watching the entire scene go on before her and he stepped outside with the baby still in his arms. There was a moment of silence between them. He was sure that she had never imagined the great Kylo Ren to loose his mind; he had to admit neither did he.

"Her son's name is Kes" he said in a cracked tone, "Kes Han Solo Dameron. Named after his great grandfather and grandfather." Rey's gaze turned to the little bundle in his arms and walked closer to him. She held out her arms and he gladly gave her the baby. "She said she didn't want him to be raised in the hands of Kylo or the First Order. She wanted me to take her body and son to her father in the Resistance..." Rey rocked the baby in her arms never taking her eyes off him, "I'll take them. They'll be in safe hands." Hux gave a curtly nod and looked back at Kylo; he was no longer crying but rocking his wife's body back and forth like a mother putting her child to sleep.

No parent has to see their child's dead body. Every father imagines his daughter lowering his body to the grave not the other way around. When Rey first arrived to the Resistance base, the first thing Poe noticed was his grandchild and after a brief happy reunion he looked behind Rey looking for his daughter. Waiting for her to come out of the Falcon but the look on Rey said it all. He cried, fell to his knees and cursed the gods; he felt guilty for treating her so badly after her mother died. But Rey told him what Hux wanted him to know, that she forgave him and that she was sorry for leaving and causing him great pain. This made him cry even more. To have her body brought back to him was a great relief; he no longer had to wonder where was she buried or where were her ashes thrown. His daughter's funeral was beautiful; there were blue roses everywhere, she was wearing a light teal green dress with chiffon lace, her long h/c hair loose with white flowers on it. That day was warm and sunny to Poe it was perfect; he didn't want his only daughter to be buried on a rainy day adding more gloom to her funeral. Y/N was buried on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean. It was perfect. Poe was beyond happy when he learned his daughter named his grandson after his father and her father in law, refusing the surname "Ren". Leia, Rey, Rose Tico and Finn all promised he wasn't raising little Kes alone; that he had them.

-15 years later-

Kes Solo sadly watched the snow fall down on to his mother's grave. It had been fifteen long years since her death.

"Here lies Y/N Y/M/N Dameron. Granddaughter, daughter, wife and mother. May the Force be with you" he read aloud. The wind blew and he could almost feel his mother's hand caressing his cheek. He came to see her almost every day since as long as he could remember, always bringing her flowers or a peach because he was told that was her favorite fruit. This time he brought her hot chocolate to fight against the cold winter afternoon. Through the Force he sensed his papa walking towards him. Before he could speak Kes said, "He's not my father you know," he was referring to Kylo. Poe sighed defeatedly but Kes continued to speak, "I don't have 'Ren' at the end of my name. It's Solo Dameron; son of Ben Solo and Y/N Dameron not Kylo Ren." Over the years Kes, grew an intense hatred towards his father, bowing to kill him for ruining his mother and killing his grandfather and many innocent lives to stay in the Dark Side. He was often told he looked like his father which to he replied that he had no father; that he died when his mother died. Ben Solo was no more and he wasn't going to accept Kylo Ren into his life.

Poe rested a hand on his grandson's shoulder, "So do you want to be a Jedi like your mother and father?" Kes shrugged, “Maybe. Uncle Luke says I’m already a pro but I also want to become a pilot like you or a General like my grandma. And when I do I'm going to bring peace and justice to the galaxy like it's supposed to be." Poe smiled softly at his grandson and ruffled his hair, "You remind me of your mom, Kes."

The boy looked down at his mother, "She was beautiful wasn't she? And kind..." he muttered. Poe nodded agreeing with Kes, "Yes she was pal. Now," he patted Kes's shoulder and said "let's go home kid. Grandma Leia invited us over for dinner." Kes nodded and his grandfather began to walk away, leaving him alone once again. Through the trees and the snow, standing a few yards away from his mother’s grave was the man himself. Kes sensed him staring but he ignored him. The boy knew Kylo wanted talk to talk to him, Kes wanted nothing to do with that man. He kissed his mother’s grave one last time and ran after his grandpa.

Somewhere above the clouds and into the galaxy, Kylo watched his son through holograms. His heart shattered every time Kes refused him through the Force bond they shared. Locking the door in his face or running away from him as soon as he spotted him. Hux watched him, satisfaction running through his veins.

"You deserve it. You deserve being torn apart by your own blood" he sneered at Kylo.

The Supreme Leader huffed and said, "You were a damn fool to listen to her. I should be training my son...at least a piece of his mother would still be with me."

"Yes, but I think this is the reason why she wanted a better life for him. Your boy doesn't even want to talk to you, he's aware of who you are and what you've done." Hux earned a glare from Kylo. The Supreme Leader turned his attention back to the hologram this time Hux joined him. They both watched the boy train with his mother's white lightsaber breaking a vase in the process. Both men chuckled.

"He looks like you Ren" Hux said quietly. Kylo sighed and nodded, "Yes but he has her spirit" he was referring to Y/N.

"That fire inside him...isn't mine. This fire is more intense, stronger, bolder than mine. His light will never die. It's the spark of it all."

Kes was now being scolded by his grandmama for breaking the vase. She pointed a finger at him angrily while he cleaned up his mess. His dark curls covered his face so Kylo wouldn't see. He did that often knowing his father was watching and didn't want him to his disgruntled face.

"He'll have to forgive me one day..."

Maybe he would but for now, Kylo would do everything to bring his son back.

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Limerence [M] ︳13

Pairing: Zuko x OC

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with future smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 5100+

Notes: I hope you guys enjoy the chapter - stay healthy everyone~! 

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Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Éperdument Amoureux

(French) Madly in love.

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

            “And what do you expect me to do with-with this!” hissed Lia as she stared at my chest. My cheeks flushed as I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. I knew the love bites were bad, but not this bad.

            They were light in colour, small, and I dare say it; cute - yesterday. But how was I supposed to know that overnight that was going to change? That the sweet kisses of affection were going to be enormous, bleeding into each other, and pulsing angrily along my skin. Lia slapped her cheeks together as she tried her hardest to think of something, anything, at this point. “You do know the party is in four days, your party, Imperial Consort Ying Yue.” She said, with a frown, and with a great emphasis on the ‘your party’ part. But not even her scowl hid the hint of amusement in her voice.

            I pouted - she was right. At the end of this week, I was set to make my official ‘debut’ as Imperial Consort to the public, before the arrival of the Earth King. Afterward, a small party with some nobles and council members was set to take place in the gardens. Hell, I was also expected to get another ‘official’ seal; as if the large marble brick Zuko gave me wasn’t enough.

            “He better have been good – although based on these marks and rumours, it appears so…” Lia said with a grin as she sheepishly poked at my chest. The blush that was just starting to disappear quickly found its way back, rumours?

            “W-what do you mean by rumours?” I asked. Lia clicked her tongue at my naiveness, “The servants here gossip honey, and the guards said that based on the sounds you were making, seems like Fire Lord Zuko knows exactly what he is doing.” The devilish smile on Lia only grew as I whinnied out in embarrassment. The Guards outside his room...They heard everything!

            “Excuse me while I go drown myself!” I said with a huff, but Lia snickered.

            “Can a Waterbender even drown?”

            “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll give you an answer.”

            Lia snorted in laughter while I threw my hands in the air, “This isn’t funny! Is there anything I can do to-to, I don’t know, make them go away?”

            “Just for Fire Lord Zuko to do it all over again?” Lia said tauntingly. And the worst part, she was right. I bit lip to push away the creeping desires that were starting to bubble up again and made my skin feel all tingly. Memories of my restless night were sneaking back. I didn’t sleep a wink, and whenever I did manage to drift off the slightest, the dreams I was having were not for the innocent. I took two baths during the night – TWO, anything to cool down my hormones. What was I, sixteen again?

            “Please Lia, don’t you have anything? A cream or spray?” I begged. Anything to make these hickies seem less…‘hickish.’ Sokka already gave me and Zuko a ‘talk’ for hours; he is going to have a stroke if he sees these! Lia rolled her eyes, “Oh yeah, let me just pull out some magical potion from underneath my skirt.”

            “Really!?”

            “NO! GOSH. Let me ask around if someone has any tips or tricks. I’ll try something out tonight before you go to bed.” I engulfed Lia in an embrace, “Thank you! You’re my lifesaver!” I squealed into her hair. Lia laughed and hugged me back. “Now, I’m leaving, and don’t forget to meet Kiyi in the garden; she’s probably waiting for you as we speak.” I smiled and nodded, watching Lia balance a tray of empty teacups and finished snacks. Just before she walked out the door she looked over her shoulder, a playful smile dancing on her lips, “Also, don’t forget to lift your dress, the last thing we need is Fire Lord Zuko waltzing in here, seeing you topless, and finishing what he started.”

            Lia left with a colourful laugh and the door shut behind her. I couldn’t help but titter as I began lifting my white chiffon kimono, something that covered most of the love bites. Lia was absolutely hilarious, a lot more blunt and forthright compared to Kima, but nevertheless, a star.

            I skipped over to my vanity, pushing my long braid to the side, a twist which was adorned with flowers; a special touch, courtesy of Lia. I grabbed the nearest lip-gloss, the only form of makeup I wore since arriving. It was too hot to wear clothing, let alone makeup. This heat really is on a whole other level, Zuko and Suki weren’t joking when they said ‘hot.’

            I could hear the door once again opening and closing, footsteps shuffling and I grinned, “Lia~, what did you forget in here now?” I said with a giggle as I turned around in my seat and stood up. But the giant grin on my face vanished when I realized it wasn’t Lia. My face froze, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. It was like my body became rigid, as I desperately clung to the sides of my dress. All the fear that I thought I had put away and forgotten suddenly came crashing back like a tidal wave. It was her, the lady from yesterday, the lady I saw outside of Zuko’s room.

            “My apologies, I didn’t know anyone was going to be in here.”

            Her words felt hollow, ungenuine, insensitive. Was she…taunting me? I grimaced as she pushed her hair behind her shoulders, making sure her appearance looked perfect, not a single hair out of place. A profound, sinking feeling weighted heavily on my stomach; I feel like I'm going to be sick.

            “Despite the surprise, pleasure to meet you…Ying Yue.” She spoke once again, with a smile plastered on her fair skin. My eyes narrowed as I watched her. The way her lips curved upwards, it wasn’t a smile. No…it was a smirk. It was like she knew what she was doing — the way her eyes observed me like I was prey. Once my eyes finally meet with her, I could feel another wave of nausea wash over me.

            Her eyes. They’re just like Zuko’s, how... The way her golden eyes flickered in the sunlight to brilliant gold, only Zuko’s eyes shimmers like that. Yet, no matter how alike they were, they lacked one crucial thing; warmth. One look from Zuko filled me up with such warmth and contentment; as if all my problems were suddenly gone. But her eyes - they felt like death. Like I was looking into a soulless being.

            “Who are you; what’s your name,” I said firmly. My lips tightly pressed together as I eyed her up and down. She wore nothing more than a plain red dress, free of any accessories. She hummed softly as she placed her hands together, her long nails making a ticking sound, “I wouldn’t want to bore you with my name. I'm just a humble maid; here to check your room.” She said with a forced smile. A maid. It would have made sense after all. Why am I overreacting? It’s not like she is some sort of criminal. But the uneasiness didn’t leave.

            “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, although I'll admit, I'm quite surprised…” she started as she took a few steps forward. Without thinking twice, I began stepping backward, my mind screaming at me to maintain a distance. “Surprised?” I asked, trying to act natural, engage in her stupid small talk. She tilted her head, her eyes never leaving mine. “You see, I lived at the palace. One could say, I’ve known Fire Lord Zuko my whole life.”

            “Lived here your whole life?” I asked once again, trying to understand her words. Every sentence of hers seemed to bring more questions than answers. She was speaking in circles. “My parents use to work in the palace, lived here for most of their lives. It was only natural I was raised here, expected to take after them. Unfortunately, a few…unforeseen circumstances halted my rise in ranking. But I'm here now, to take my rightful place.” I nodded, listening to her words, they were laced with another meaning. I bit my lip as I frustratingly tried to decipher her words. A double edge sword, that’s what her words felt like.

            “What does that have to do with Fire Lord Zuko?” I asked bluntly. She raised her brows in enjoyment, before placing her hands on her hips, “Ah, it's just that I never thought Fire Lord Zuko was much of a…romantic. Breaking up with his long-term girlfriend, only to bring along another woman from the Southern Water Tribe…may I ask, what was a Firebender doing in the Southern Water Tribe?”

            “I'm not a Firebender,” I said sharply.

            “Oh, no? So you must be a nonbender then…how amusing.”

            “You could say that…” I ended carefully. The fact that I was a Waterbender was a secret. A massive secret that was meant to stay that way until Zuko figured something out. The only people who knew of my Waterbending skills were the gang and Zuko’s family. While it proved to be difficult given a few maids saw me Waterbend during out little ‘fight,’ they were written off as rumours. Everyone knew that if the council found out that I was a Waterbender, all hell would break loose. Gosh, Zuko could lose everything – all because of my Waterbending, I could never hurt him like that.

            “Seems like Fire Lord Zuko has a thing for nonbenders then, although at least Countess Mai could defend herself, unlike you…” She muttered under her breath, but loud enough for me to hear. My frown deepened in annoyance, did she just indirectly say I was weak? I don’t know who she is, but for a maid, she really is overstepping her boundaries.

            “With all due respect, I do not require your services here; I have my maid to overlook such duties. So you may leave.” I said abruptly. Her eyes widen in disbelief, most likely taken aback by my tone. But I straightened out my back and stepped forward, did everyone in the palace view me as weak? Just some arm candy for Zuko? I could feel my blood begin to boil.

            I was sweet and kind - and it would be a mistake to view my kindness as a weakness. No one knew the shit I went through after my parents died. The things I had to do to survive when I was alone; before I found my new family and friends. It was an aspect of my life I preferred to hide away, as it was also those experiences that led me to refrain from bending. But to call me weak? I could feel my breathing deepen as I tried to control my irritation. My hands turned into fists, “Leave, now.”

            She looked at me before she gave me a low bow, “Whatever you wish, Ying Yue.”

            “Imperial Consort Ying Yue,” I said sneered.

            “My apologizies…goodbye Imperial Consort Ying Yue, till next time.” She snickered before she opened the door and began stepping out. But before she left, she gave me one more look. It was as if she was studying me, observing every movement of mine. With one more devilish smile, she closed the door behind her.

            Finally - I gasped as I felt myself breathing once again. She was petrifying. Everything about her screamed ‘danger.’ Was it normal to feel this way? She is just a maid, an impolite and spiteful maid who managed to crawl under my skin. I slapped my cheeks and with one more deep breath rushed over to my vanity to grab the snacks and turtle duck food Lia left for me to bring.

            Kiyi is probably waiting for me, and I eagerly dashed through the door, making sure I locked it beforehand. I needed a distraction, a distraction away from that ill-advised maid who made me feel disturbed. Maybe I should tell Zuko…no; he already has so much on his plate, why bother him with such trivial matters? She just a maid, it’s not like she would try to hurt me, or better yet kill me…right?

            I smiled watching Kiyi hunched over her book ‘Animals of the Southern Water Tribe.’ Her eyes were like giant saucers, as she gazed over the images and words with fascination. The way her fingers followed the words made me proud; I picked an excellent gift for her. Zuko told me about her passion for animals, and I figured if she was as curious as me, a book about animals other than the Fire Nation would be enthralling. And I was right.

            “Kiyi, my little button~!” I chirped as I swung around our snacks and turtle ducks food. Her eyes lit up in glee when she spotted me walking along the path. She shut her book, placing it down on the grass, before dashing towards me. “YUE! I was waiting here, what took you so long?” she sang as she swung her arms around my waist and gave me a tight embrace. I smiled and gently kissed her forehead, “Sorry I took long, button. I had a …unexpected visitor. But I brought some snacks.” She pulled away and beamed as she grabbed the snacks.

            “YAY, we can feed the babies now!” She said animatedly as she tugged my hand towards the large pool of water. I remember how Zuko said I was going to be impressed by the gardens, and boy, was he right.

            The main garden was absolutely jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Ancient cherry blossom trees painted the endless fields of grass, providing one with ample shade to rest, read a book, or just think. The pink blossoms scattered in the gentle breezes on top of the grounds and the lush bushes and shrubs that were planted about. But the flowers, I sighed contently just looking at them. The flowers were all vibrant in colours, mainly of reds and yellows; at one point I pinched myself because I thought I was dreaming, that was how surreal the garden was. I could only imagine how much effort went into maintaining the gardens.

            I breathed in deeply, smelling the fresh water and flowers. Sounds of water crashing caught my attention, and I knew we were here. To say it was a pond, was an understatement. We stood at the pool of water that gathered at the end of the waterfall. The water near our feet just calm enough for the turtle ducks to contently swim about. The sounds of water cascading downward was just pleasant background noise to the creatures.

            As if the admiration was evident on my face Kiyi giggled, “Zuzu built it.” I titled my head in confusion, as we sat along the edge, letting our bare feet dangle in the still waters. “Zuko build a…waterfall?” I said a tad bit in disbelief as I looked upwards. The waterfall was huge, like, enormous. But another part of me realized - Are you really amazed? The man is Fire Lord; he could do whatever he wanted; he has the power and resources for it.

            Kiyi grinned happily as she began breaking the food into smaller pieces for the baby turtle ducks. They already started swimming towards us, squawking away in anticipation for food, just like Appa and Momo.

            “Yup, Zuzu did this. Zuzu told me how when he was little, mommy use to feed turtle ducks with him. So for her birthday, he rebuilt the pond to a large waterfall so that more turtle ducks could live here.” I smiled as I gazed upon the waterfall, Zuko really did love his family. Was there anything he wouldn’t do for them?

            “Toph helped Zuzu build it. I like her; she is messy and strong.” I grinned, connecting the dots. Of course, Toph helped Zuko out. Any chance for her to move boulders around to show off her bending was an opportunity she was never going to let pass by. It was just up her alley too, and knowing her, it probably took her mere seconds to build such a thing. The garden backed into a large mountain; therefore, the water could naturally cascade downwards, into the large pond where we swung our feet into. It was more of a question as to why the lake was never a waterfall, to begin with.

            Gentle pinches on my toes caught my attention, as I gazed down. A baby turtle duck was nipping away on my toes, and Kiyi giggled, “They're hungry, feed them, or else they're going to eat your toes!” I laughed along and began throwing food into the pond. Within seconds they all started swarming the food, trying to eat as much as they could, but they often missed. They’re so cute!

            Kiyi laughed childishly as we kept throwing food inside of the water. Kiyi really was a sweetheart, a bit curious like myself, and feisty. Her laugh was loveable, and seeing her smile made me realize why people wanted kids. There was just something about watching a child happy, something that brought out another side of me that I didn’t even know existed - the need to protect her as if she was my own. Her short brown bob swayed with every throw, and her brown eyes sparkled. She didn’t have the same gold eyes as Zuko, but she did have the same nose and eye shape as him. Down to the cute little dimple they both had when they smiled.

            Just watching over Kiyi made me think about yesterday and the vase of flowers on his nightstand from her. Would Zuko ever want to start a family of his own? Have kids…I wonder how many kids he would want… I smiled to myself. Knowing him, he would want one; he seems like the type of dad who would pour all his heart and soul into his kid, make sure they had everything they could have ever wanted. His wife would be lucky….did I want to be his wife? I blushed; Yue. You're getting ahead of yourself.  

            “Uh-oh! YUE, the snacks!”

            My eyes widen as I watched Kiyi stand up panicked. I gazed at the water and realized that the snacks that were meant for us were floating away, going deeper and deeper in the pond. The turtle ducks were quick and started following the bag, nipping at it, wanting a taste of the new treats. Kiyi already stood in the water, trying to run after the bag, but I swiftly grabbed her arm before she got in too deep, “NO KIYI!” I shouted as I pulled her back.

            She looked upwards at me startled. “B-but the turtle ducks! They can’t eat our food; it will hurt their tummies!” she cried out, her bottom lip trembling. I let go of my grip and gently patted her head, “I’ll grab it; I don’t want you to slip in the water and make a mess of yourself.” I said as I stood up. Kiyi frowned but nodded as she sat back down on the shore.

            I quickly began grabbing my dress, rolling it up from the top to not get it wet. How did it even manage to get into the water? I carefully moved forward, my feet already fully submerged into the water. I could feel the slimy rocks and the squishy mud, I'm definitely going to have to wash my feet after this. “Be careful Yue!” Kiyi cried out as I tiptoed in the water, the water rising higher and higher up my legs. How deep was this…? The cold water was already at my knees and was only getting deeper the more I moved.

            The turtle ducks looked a bit startled seeing me walk in the water, as they began making noises, “Sorry babies, but you can’t eat this.” I said playfully as I bent over to reach the bag. At this point, I was already waist deep in. The things I do for Kiyi. I grunted as I tried to reach the bag, my fingertips just grazing the plastic material; the food is going to be all soggy now, just reach a little bit more…

            “Zuzu!”

            My eyes widen in surprise, Zuko was here?

            And that, was where the mistakes all began.

            I turned on my heel swiftly, my curiosity getting the better of me. But before I could process what was happening, I could feel my feet slip from underneath me, and I gasped piercingly. My stomach dropped as my body twisted and I no longer felt the nasty mud underneath me. Wha-what the fuck – my arms flapped around me like a chicken as I tried to grab something, anything.

            A loud splash echoed in the gardens, and I could hear the turtle ducks swimming away with such speed that caused more ripples to slap against my face. I groaned noisily as my bum ached painfully. Great, more bruises, as if I don’t have enough already! I feverishly wiped the water off my face with filthy hands. I was neck deep in the water, sitting down on painfully jagged rocks. I can't believe I just fell in the damn water! I huffed loudly and wiped my face once again with my hands, a cold shiver running down my back. “What are you doing?”

            My face whipped upwards, my braid coming apart and the beautiful flowers that Lia spent all her time placing one by one drifted along the ripples of the water. My face was beet red in embarrassment when I realized Zuko saw the whole thing. From start to finish, the performance of a lifetime. You gotta be fucking kidding me. Why me? Why does life just hate me? As if yesterday wasn't painful for me already. He probably thinks I'm the biggest clutz in history! You know, now is a great time to try out that theory if a Waterbender can drown.

            Kiyi was rolling on the grass, probably gaining grass stains, as she hollered hysterically to herself with tears in her eyes. Zuko, on the other hand, stood still. An amused grin on his face as he crossed his arms across his chest, in utter disbelief. He snickered and shook his head before stepping forward, getting a good look at me, “This is going to sound ridiculous, but we do have something called a ‘pool’ where one can swim. Even hot springs.” I glared at Zuko, hearing the sarcasm dripping with every word he spoke, but I couldn’t fight off the smile that was coming through.

            “Maybe she wanted to feel like one of the turtle ducks Zuzu,” Kiyi said between fits of laughter while wiping away her tears. I snickered to myself as I pushed my wet hair away from my face, “And what are you doing here Fire Lord Zuko? I thought you had some important business to attend to all day?” I said with a raised brow — anything to get the attention away from me.

            Zuko chuckled to himself before kicking off his boots, “I figured I could take a break, spend some time with two of the most important women in my life. But as it turns out, instead of taking a break, I have to go fish for my consort who is currently in a pond.” My eyes widen, did he just say I was important? Who cares, focus Yue! Zuko is taking off his boots to fish you out!

            “N-no, it’s fine! I’m fine. Look I can-” I stuttered as I began standing up. Zuko’s eyes widen in shock the moment I began standing in the water, my torso out of the water. He swiftly began unbuttoning his robe as he shouted, “NO. Get back in the water!”

            Taken aback from his loud voice, I panicked and found myself dropping, adding to my growing collection of bruises. His face was flushed, as he stripped himself of his red robe, tossing it over his shoulder. I blushed, realizing he wore nothing underneath his gown. How is it possible I went from never seeing him shirtless, to seeing him half naked two days in a row? Zuko grumbled under his breath as he walked towards me, walking sluggishly as the water began reaching his waist. “Wh-what’s wrong? Why can’t I just get out by myself-”

            “White.”

            White? What does he mean by…oh shit. I'm wearing white. I flushed putting two and two together; white goes completely see-through when wet, oh my gosh – he can see right through my kimono! Why me? Why does every single mortifying moment happen to me? Zuko held out his hand, and I grasped it, letting him pull me up effortlessly. With a swift motion, he pulled my body against his, covering me with his torso. He wrapped his red robe over my shoulders, and I let my arms slip through. His robe is HUGE on me! I'm literally swimming in it – no pun attended.

            “You really are going to be the death of me Yue. If Sokka sees us like this after yesterday’s mishap…” Zuko groused under his breath, but I could see the faint grin on his face as he began to button up his robe for me. “All I wanted to do was take a break. Now I spoiled my robe, my pants, and I have to take a shower…” Zuko pulled my hair out from underneath his robe before looking at me. “You drive me nuts, Yue, but I love it. There hasn’t been a single boring day with you.”

            I beamed. He loves spending time with me? And he called me Yue…just Yue. Zuko gently caressed my cheek with admiration, “You called me Yue…” I whispered. Zuko’s eyes widen, a bit startled, realizing that he indeed just called me Yue. “I like it. Just call me Yue from now on…” I said softly. Zuko grinned before grasping my shoulders, “Come on, you’re going to get sick if you stay out here.” I smiled, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kiyi.

            Her eyes were wide, as she waved frantically to catch my attention. My eyebrows furrowed, as she made a ‘pushing’ motion. What in the world is she trying to… ‘ZUZU’ she mouthed over and over again. Zuzu? My eyes widen, and I realized what she was implying. Kiyi, you little devil.

            I grinned mischievously, and Zuko looked at me questioningly. “What are you smiling about?” Zuko said hesitantly, as he watched the way my eyes lit up. I batted my eyelashes innocently, “Oh, nothing…” I said kindly. Zuko gave me a look of disbelief, not believing me for a second. But before he could open his mouth to say something, I placed my foot behind his feet and shoved him backward.

            I could hear Zuko swear under his breath before a loud splash echoed once more in the gardens. Kiyi burst out laughing, “WE DID IT!” she screamed as I could see Zuko’s head start rising from the surface. He gasped loudly, breathing in all the air he could before he wiped his face with the back of his hand. His golden eyes were ablaze as he looked at me, “You wanna play dirty huh?” My eyes widen in surprise, and the next thing I knew my wrist was being tugged back into the water. I squealed, not again!

            I gasped and spat out whatever water I managed to get into my mouth. My eyes aligned up with Zuko’s, a proud grin painting his face. This is war.  

            “You don’t know who you’re messing with!” I screamed as I pushed myself away from him and began frantically splashing water. Zuko scoffed as he tried to shield himself from my pitiful attacks. I kept splashing water towards him with all my might, all the while Zuko laughed hilariously at me. His head flung backward as he cried out in amusement, his wet hair swaying everywhere. His smile was enormous; his eyes practically shut closed from laughing so much. I could feel my heart swell up with enjoyment, knowing that I made him that happy. I made him smile that beautifully.

            I huffed out in exhaustion as my arms were getting sore from splashing around, but Zuko was putting up the same amount of effort. “GO YUE~!” Screamed Kiyi at the top of her lungs. “You're supposed to be on my side Kiyi!” Zuko shouted before another well-timed splash cut him off. “Hey, don’t get distracted!” I yelled out while laughing. Zuko eyed me before he stopped his movements. My eyes widened, knowing that fiery look in his eyes. Zuko lunged forward, and I tried desperately to run away. Curse this stupid dress and Zuko’s robe! I'm moving at a turtle’s pace!

            His arms snaked around my waist, and before I knew it, I was swinging in the air. I giggled like a child as I wrapped my arms around his neck, my feet dangling just above the water. “Surrender or else I'll drop you!” Zuko said between laughs. I could hear Kiyi gasp, and within seconds more splashes, “Don’t worry Yue, I'll save you!” I grinned watching Kiyi tightly hug Zuko’s back. But Zuko didn’t seem fazed at all, carrying both me and Kiyi. I giggled as I snuggled my head into Zuko’s neck.  

            This was perfect. Zuko was perfect. If this was what having a family means, I want it. More than anything in the world, I want a family with Zuko.

            Their waves of laughter filled the palace, and soon guards and maids came to watch the ruckus happening in the garden. They all smiled and giggled to themselves watching the three of them play in the water like children. It was the first time they saw Fire Lord Zuko so free, smiling with not a single worry in the world.

            But there was one person who enjoyed the scene the most. Uncle Iroh smiled happily to himself. He saw more than just three people having fun. He saw two people madly in love, so far in love, they probably didn’t realize it themselves. He wiped away a rogue tear that built up as he saw Zuko laughing and tightly embracing Ying Yue. He always waited for the day Zuko found happiness. It was all he ever wanted, for Zuko to be happy. Thank you, Ying Yue, Uncle Iroh muttered to himself, you were the missing puzzle piece in Zuko’s life all along.

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[angelicthor]

the noughties

decades dance: final part

pairing: steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

summary: unrequited love was painful. To have to endure it from two people was something else. Loving two super soldiers that didn’t return your feelings was agony but what if they did? Events unfold when Tony plans to throw a party for every decade Bucky and Steve missed out on.

warnings/genre: +18 only, explicit smut, fluff

masterlist | decades dance masterlist

When you told Bucky and Steve of your desire to bring your relationship out in the open, both were more than eager to go through with it, wanting everyone in the compound – hell, everyone in the world – to know that you were theirs and they were yours. You all decided that the best time for your big reveal would be the next and last party; the atmosphere would be relaxed, you could just walk in together without having to awkwardly make an announcement of your relationship and act like you normally would with each other when no one else was around. When people asked you could easily explain, there wouldn’t be a single spotlight moment for the three of you and that took a lot of the pressure off.

It had been a calm week in the compound and things were better than ever; between the team, between you and the boys, everything just seemed to be falling into the place so well, the divide that was ripping the team apart completely healed and the only thing you wanted now was to be able to be open with your friends, your family, about the love you had for your soldiers. So, when Tony decided that Friday would be the perfect time for the final decades dance you had to try and curve your excitement, biting down on your lip to stifle your squeals of delight, not wanting raise people’s suspicions as to why you were so elated for the party.

Wanting to wear matching outfits, you all thought of something the three of you could go as that would be recognisable, in the end you finally relented as going as Fred, Shaggy, and Daphne. They were some of your favourite films after all and absolute comedic gold; they were one of the first films you had shown the boys at one of your very first movie nights with them and the thought made you smile and just how far you’d come together.

You declined Nat and Wanda’s offer to get ready with them, telling them you’d meet them in the party and getting ready with Steve and Bucky instead – not that they knew that last part. The truth was that since the events of the last party you had hardly left each other’s sides and that included at night, you no longer held onto the fear of being caught by your teammates, much more concerned with being held by your boys.

Zipping up the lilac go-go boots, you cast one last look at yourself in the mirror, the iconic purple dress stopping at the top of your thigh, the tie-front creating a deep-v that showcased your cleavage, green chiffon scarf tied around your neck completing your look. Your turned to Steve and Bucky who were already shamelessly admiring your outfit, eyes lingering on your bare thighs and exposed chest, particularly interested in the scarf and you could feel their minds coming up with oh so many filthy possibilities.

Your thoughts weren’t exactly any better as you took in Steve and Bucky and honestly, sometimes you really hated how they could make something so damn simple seem so sinfully sweet. Steve was wearing a white polo shirt that tested the strength of its seams every time he moved, the material threatened to give at any moment and you wondered if he knew you could actually buy clothes in his size. Paired with a pair of blue denim jeans Steve looked the picture of Fred whereas Bucky was the double of Shaggy, the green t-shirt pulled tight across his chest, the brown corduroy trousers showcasing the tree-trunks he called thighs and you had to fight to stop your mouth watering at the sight of them.

How the hell did I get so damn lucky?

Bucky strode towards you, breaking you out of your shameless ogling when he wrapped his arms around your waist, chest pressed against your back as he peppered kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, your eyes drifting close at the feeling of his soft lips. You jumped when you felt Bucky’s hand coming up to cover your eyes, incapable to see anything but feeling his breath fanning over you; “Relax Doll, me and Stevie have a surprise for you.”

Smelling the mild scent of Steve’s cologne, you could only assume he was now standing in front of you with whatever your surprise was and you couldn’t stop the amused smile that played at your lips as you tried to figure out what exactly they were up too.

“We figured we needed a little something extra to pull our outfits together, so…” Steve trailed off, Bucky’s hand pulling away from your eyes and you blinked, adjusting to the sudden light that hit you. When you saw what Steve was holding, you erupted into a fit of giggles, the boys joining you as you reached out for the Scooby-Doo plushie in Steve’s hands.

Cradling the toy to your chest, you stroked over the fur before thanking them both; “This was very sweet, thank you,” You leaned forward to press your lips against Steve’s to which he eagerly responded, hand burying itself in your hair to deepen the kiss.

“Hey! It’s from both of us you know?” Bucky called from behind you and you could practically hear the pout in his voice causing Steve to smirk into the kiss.

Detaching yourself from Steve, you turned on your heel to face Bucky, who was indeed pouting, lips pursed, arms crossed against his chest as he playfully glared at you and Steve. “Aww baby, I know you did,” You couldn’t help but tease him slightly for his childishness, trailing your hands up his arms before wrapping them around his neck, pulling him down to you and crashing your lips against his.

“Are you sure you guys are ready for this?” You asked them both, pulling away from Bucky and linking your hands through his and Steve’s.

“More than ready, babygirl,” Steve answered assertively, not a glimmer of doubt in his mind as he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your temple as he murmured: “Let’s give ‘em hell Kitten.”

You gave them both one last glance, seeing nothing but steely determination in their eyes and nodded, making your way down to the party, your hand still in Steve’s and Bucky’s arm still firmly wrapped around you.

The party was in full swing when you arrived, the dancefloor packed with patrons who already were on the tipsy side. The décor was nothing too different to what you were used to in your regular parties; not much had changed since the noughties but there were still TV’s and computer screens stationed around the room which showcased the highlights of the decade – the launch of Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube, the historic election of Barack Obama as president, Apple debuting the iPod.

You spotted Nat, Tony and Sam at the bar, their costumes once again completely perfect. Nat was dressed in the yellow jumpsuit as The Bride from Kill Bill, Tony was dressed in Justin Timberlake’s iconic denim suit complete with cowboy hat and part of you wondered if Pepper was wearing Britney’s denim dress but the bigger part of you was shocked at the fact that he was (somehow) pulling the look off. But it was Sam that took the prize once again, dressed in André 3000’s green ensemble from his ‘Hey Ya!’ music video complete with a centre-parted bob.

The three of you made your way over to your friends, no once detaching yourself from Steve and Bucky but gripping the Scooby-Doo toy tighter, your nerves starting to bubble under the surface, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the boys as Steve squeezed your hand in reassurance and you knew everything would be ok; not matter what anyone said of it, you would always have Steve and Bucky and that’s all that mattered.

Tony was behind the bar fixing drinks when you approached, his eyes darting to Steve’s hand entwined with yours and Bucky’s that was still gripping your waist before he placed Nat’s drink in front of her, “Natasha dear, we won – Pay up Samuel.”

Natasha and Sam both turned to look at the three of you at Tony’s words, a smirk growing on Nat’s lips as Sam’s face contorted in disbelief. “Oh, come on! Seriously?” Sam muttered to himself, forking out two twenty dollar bills and reluctantly handing them over to Tony and Nat. You, Bucky, and Steve could only watch on in complete confusion, not having the faintest idea what was happening but knowing it somehow involved you.

You all shared a look off bewilderment before Bucky spoke up, “Uh, what?”

“We were betting on how long it would take for you guys to finally get it on,” Nat stated as if it were the most obvious thing.

“Yeah and I cannot believe you guys finally grew I pair, I’m out forty bucks cause of you!” Sam chimed in, pointing a finger between Steve and Bucky, annoyance lacing his voice but you knew there was no real bite to it. It did, however, cause more bafflement between you, Steve, and Bucky, your jaws practically hitting the floor as he heard of your friends bet.

Noticing your expressions Tony decided to have some mercy on the three of you and explained everything with a sigh; “We just had enough of watching you pine over each other and not doing jackshit about it, so we decided to push you a little in the right direction. No better way to let loose and reveal your undying love then a party, right?”

“Wait, wait – so all these parties were just a set-up?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now.

“’Fraid so sweetcheeks,” Tony answered nonchalantly, sipping on his drink without a care in the world.

“You remember the girl that was chatting up Barnes at the first party? Yeah, I told her to go over there,” Nat informed you, watching as your eyes widened to near comic proportions. “There’s nothing like a lil’ jealousy to get things moving.”

“At the last party, you didn’t send Brad over to me, did you?” You asked, voice shaking slightly as you recalled Brad’s unwanted advances, Steve and Bucky stiffening beside you as they also remembered.

Natasha shot-up in her seat, brows furrowed as a steely resolve settled on her face, eyes blazing with anger, “God no, and he’s never coming near you or here ever again, don’t worry.”

“Yeah and even if Romanoff didn’t put the fear of, well, her into him. I had him fired and all his accesses revoked, there’s literally no possible way he can get near you anymore,” Tony informed you all, watching as the three of you relaxed at the news.

“I still don’t understand how you found out we loved Y/N, the only people me and Buck told were each other.”

Steve’s statement was met with the incredulous stares of Nat, Tony, and Sam before Sam jumped from his seat, suddenly very animated as months of frustration came to light. “How we found out? How we found out!? Are you kidding me right now? Jesus Christ, you’re all about as subtle as a marching band – you may as well have walked around with hearts floating around your heads. Do you have any idea how annoying it was to watch you pine after each other and not do a single thing about it?”

Bucky opened his mouth to interject but Sam wasn’t having any of it, apparently needing to get this off his chest, “Fuck me, and then there was that time when Y/N stopped hanging out with the pair of you – my God it was as if she had died the way you carried on. You got that you still lived with her, right? Like she was literally in the same building as you the whole time? You may as well of had a violin quartet follow you around and play the worlds saddest songs, dear fucking god.”  

Sam collapsed back on his chair, head resting on the bar, as he kept angrily muttering to himself, seemingly exhausted after his explanation to Steve and Bucky about how obvious they had been about their feelings for you and the three of you could only stand there as if you were being told off by your mother, faces burning hot with embarrassment.

“Honestly, it was kind of a public service getting you guys together, I don’t know how long the rest of the team would have survived if we didn’t.”

You had no reply for Tony and neither did Steve and Bucky, the three of you standing their processing everything that had been said to you before you began to giggle, trying but failing to stifle them as they turned into belly-clutching laughter, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You had been so concerned with what your friends - with what your family would think about you loving two men that it completely escaped your attention that they knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. They had seen you at your very worst and very best and they loved you regardless. Of course they were going to accept your relationship, they accepted every single part of you and there would be no acceptation with this. You had been so foolish as to think they wouldn’t, that you wasted so much time trying to hide and being so scared about what they would think when you could have been walking around, clear as day, with Bucky and Steve by your side, and not one of them would have had anything bad to say. If you were happy, they would be too - that’s how families worked.

Steve and Bucky eventually joined in with your laughter, the sound too contagious to fight and soon Nat, Sam, and Tony were all cackling too. Your raucous mirth drew the attention of some onlookers who shot you all strange glances but you paid them no mind. You all were finally able to calm yourselves, laughter dying down as you dried the tears that had leaked onto your cheeks, panting harshly as you caught your breath. You moved to sit at one of the bar stools, Steve and Bucky following you to sit beside you as Tony went about making the three of you drinks.

“I can’t believe you threw six parties just to try and get us together,” You muttered as Tony placed your drink in front of you.

Tony shrugged, acting as if it was nothing in typical Tony Stark fashion; “It was worth it – that is assuming you are actually together…”

“We are,” Steve didn’t hesitate in answering.

“Definitely together,” Bucky added and you could only bit down on your bottom lip as you tried to fight the rising heat in your cheeks.

You saw the smirk that pulled at Tony’s lips but, thankfully, he didn’t say anything more and the conversation finally shifted onto something other than your relationship. The night went on and so did the party, the other Avengers coming over, sharing their congratulations and relief at the fact that you, Steve, and Bucky were finally together. It was a perfect night, better than any of the parties that came before it because you could finally be with Steve and Bucky – you wanted to snuggle? Then you could. Wanted to share a kiss? There was nothing stopping you.

Towards the end of the night you found yourself cornered by Nat and Wanda who were eagerly trying to pull information from you concerning your relationship but you weren’t paying them an ounce of attention, far too focused on your boys chatting with Sam and Clint on the other side of the room.

“Look at her, she can’t take her eyes off them,” Nat not-so-discreetly whispered to Wanda who giggled in response.

“She’s not listening to a word we’re saying, how rude.”

“Too busy thinking about getting fuc-”

“I can hear you, you know,” You cut Nat off, give them both a pointed look.

“Wow, never would have known,” Nat’s tone was laced with sarcasm and you couldn’t help but light-heartedly roll your eyes at her. “So,” She drew the word out and you knew exactly what she was going to ask you, “what’s it like being in bed with two super soldiers?”

Your eyes flashed between Nat and Wanda, the pair of them looking back at you with unadulterated glee at the prospect of getting all the gossip out of you. “I am not talking about my sex life, no chance,” You tried to sound stern but the bright smile on your face gave you away.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re your best friends, we deserve this, you’ve kept us in the dark so long. That’s just not what friends do,” Wanda exclaimed, attempting to sound hurt but failing miserably. They both knew you were going to spill the juicy beans to them and so did you.

“Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you!” Your friends practically squealed with delight as you relented, “It’s just, so incredible, you know? I have no idea how to word it but they’re just so in sync with each other, it’s mind-blowing.”

The girls let out a high-pitched scream, dancing on the spot as they fangirled in front of you and you couldn’t fight the grin that broke out as you thought about your soldiers and what they were capable of.

“What about the rest of it, is everything what you thought it would be?”

Your eyes darted once more to the boys at Nat’s question before you started to pick at the fur on your plushie, a soft smile playing at your lips as your mind raced with every memory you had with you and the boys; every date, every ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’, every ‘I love you’ shared, every moment spent together. You knew in your heart of hearts that what you had with Steve and Bucky was it for you, there was nothing else.

“It’s so much more, I just – I love them both so much, I didn’t think this would ever be possible but now that it’s happening I know for I fact I can’t ever go back. This is more than I ever could have hoped for and I have no idea how I ever got so lucky but I sure as hell am not letting either of them go again.”

You quickly wiped away the tears that were forming in your eyes, shaking your head as you let out a chuckle when Wanda and Nat both wrapped their arms around you in a tight hug, “We’re so happy for you Y/N.”

“Yeah, now we don’t have to watch you mope around the place ‘cause you aren’t getting dicked down.” You could always trust Natasha to lighten the mood.

Your girl-talk was interrupted by Tony, offering you to fix you a drink and looping his arm through yours to lead you towards the bar, “So I wanted to ask you something and feel free to tell me to but out if I’m over-stepping here.”

You arched a brow at the man but nodded your head, silently telling him to continue, “Well, I figured that none of your living quarters were designed to fit three people and FRIDAY tells me that you’ve all been holed up in your room for the past few weeks so I was wondering if you wanted a whole new floor that would be better designed to fit three. I can have it done in a week once you give me the ok?”

If anyone ever tried to tell you Tony Stark was self-centred you were going to punch them square out.

You moved towards him, dropping the plushie on the bar and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug which he reluctantly returned before easing into your touch, “I’m taking this as a yes?”

“I mean – I’d have to ask Steve and Bucky but I’m sure they’d be on board,” You spoke into Tony’s denim-clad chest and you felt him hum in affirmation, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, “Tony? Thank you. For everything. I have no idea how to repay you.”

“Just make the most of it, kiddo. All I want is for the three of you to be happy; if anyone deserves that, it’s you guys.” Every now and then Tony Stark would let down his armour, all of his armour, and you could see the real man underneath – the true hero that Iron Man could never compare too and you owed him everything.

Tony looked over your shoulder and a smirk grew on his face as he shot you a wink to your confusion, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

You jumped when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, Steve’s head resting on your shoulder littering your neck with kisses as Bucky appeared before you, a sinful smirk tugging at his lips that caused your stomach to flip, “Come dance with us kitten?”

You nodded at Bucky’s request, letting him take your hand and lead you to the dancefloor, Steve still pressed against your back as you went. The was starting to change as you approached the others already dancing and you gasped when you heard the familiar opening to one of your favourites, ‘I’m a Slave 4 U’ blasting through the speakers in the room and part of you wondered if this was Tony’s doing too.

Your body started to move of its own accord, pulling Bucky flush against your front by his belt causing a sharp gasp to fall from his lips as you started to grind back onto Steve, his hands tightening their grip on you as you felt his cock start to harden in his jeans. Bucky’s thigh slotted between your open legs, your crotch grinding with every roll of your hips and you started to palm at Bucky’s length, throwing your other arm over Steve’s shoulder to pull him closer to you. With Bucky and Steve’s bulky forms both surrounding you no one could actual see what you were doing on the dancefloor but it sure as hell wouldn’t take a genius to figure it out.

Steve’s lips lightly trailed from your collarbone to your jaw and you tilted your head back to give him more access, his hand sneaking up your torso to gently squeeze at your breasts. Bucky leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispered the filthiest promises into your ear, his normally steel-blue eyes blown black with desire.

“You like this kitten? Like rubbing that wet little pussy on my thigh whilst everyone watches? Fuck babygirl, you’re soaked, I can feel every inch of you through my trousers,” You whimpered at Bucky’s words, winding your fingers through his chestnut locks and giving them a gentle tug, “Do you want us to fuck you right here baby, let everyone know just who you belong to. Let every single one of them know just how well you take mine and Stevie’s big cocks. Oh fuck, you’d love that wouldn’t you? Dirty little girl.”

You were practically shaking in their arms and when Bucky growled out that last sentence you knew you couldn’t take it anymore, “Fuck, take me to bed. Please, please sergeant! I wanna go to bed, please!”

Your panties were clinging to your cunt with your wetness, hardened nipples poking through the thin material of your dress - you needed to be fucked. “I don’t know kitten, why don’t you ask Captain.”

“Steve – Captain – please, please fuck me. Need you both so bad.”

Steve groaned into your neck, harshly jutting his hips into your ass so you could feel he was as desperate for you as you were for him. “Yeah Princess, don’t worry we’ll take good care of you,” Steve’s voice was gravely with desire and you could have sworn you could cum from the sound alone.

The boys pulled you across the room towards the elevator, their pace increasing as their desperation did before Bucky muttered ‘fuck it’ under his breath, hoisting you over his shoulder as you let out a small squeak when he began to sprint, Steve hot on his tail. The doors to the elevator opened and you stumbled inside, the doors closing as you heard Natasha yell out a sing-song ‘Goodbye’ before Bucky set you on your feet, pushing you against the wall and crashing his lips against yours.  

Bucky pinned your hands above your head, forcing his thick thigh between your legs, your dress riding up over your hips and exposing your lace-covered core to the strong muscle beneath you. Steve was reclined on the wall next to you, the picture of nonchalance as he crossed his ridiculously huge arms across his chest, staring down at you with a raised brow and quirked lip. “Aw Princess, you getting a lil’ frustrated over there?” Steve mocked you with a pout, sea-blue eyes twinkling with amusement as you whined against the assault Bucky was currently doing on your exposed neck.

Before you could retort, the elevator pinged and you were at your floor, Bucky and Steve wasting no time in hauling you towards your room and dropping you on the bed with a bounce. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you watched them both shed their clothes, mouth watering as more glorious skin was revealed to you, thoroughly enjoying the show they were unknowingly putting on for you.

Once they were completely free from their clothes, they turned to you, sinful smirks darkening their faces making them look positively sinister, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. Stalking towards you, Bucky pounced on you first, lifting you up and straddling you on his lap as Steve crept up behind you, kneeling on the bed as his nimble fingers found the tie of your dress, quickly pulling the bow free and sharply exhaling as the flimsy fabric fell away from your body, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie.

Throwing the dress aside, Steve’s hands wandered up to your lace covered breasts and up towards your neck, slowly unravelling the green scarf from around your throat, smirking as you released a shuddering breath at the feeling of the soft material dragging across your flesh. “Are you gonna be a good girl for us, Princess?” Steve murmured into the skin of your shoulder, lips caressing your skin with every word he spoke.

Whimpering, you rolled your hips against Bucky’s thigh at Steve’s words, craving friction against your throbbing clit and Bucky’s hands shot out to clutch your hips with an iron grip. “Fuck Stevie, she’s soaking,” Bucky groaned out, his hands helping to guide you forward and back on his thigh, clenching the muscles to add to the unbelievable feeling.

“Oh fuck, I’ll be good, I promise!” You moaned at the stimulation your sensitive nub was receiving, spreading your legs wider as you pushed down harder on the thick muscle beneath you, throwing your head back on Steve’s shoulder and pressing your lips against his, tongues tangling in a passionate kiss.

Steve’s hands travelled to the back of your bra, skilfully undoing the clasp and throwing the garment to the side, your bare breasts free from their constraint and bouncing with every thrust of your hips. Your cunt clenched as your orgasm built within you, the pressure in your stomach building until you were frantically swiping your dripping pussy over the coarse hairs on Bucky’s thigh and when the material of your panties was suddenly ripped away from you by his hand you knew you were done for, hips stuttering as you cried out into Steve’s mouth, your release soaking Bucky’s leg but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

You collapsed onto the bed in a panting mess, a dopey smile on your face as your euphoria rushed through every nerve in your body. Steve got to work ridding you of the boots that were still on your feet, kissing each calf as they were freed from the shiny plastic, Bucky lightly trailing his fingers up and down your arm to bring you back from your high.

Steve joined you on the bed, laying on your other side and it was then that you noticed both Steve and Bucky’s very prominent erections straining against their stomachs, swollen head’s an angry red and already leaking pre-cum. The sight alone caused your arousal to return ten-fold, your body seemingly forgetting about the orgasm it just had.

Both attacked your body with kisses, tongues and teeth leaving marks on all the skin they could reach before Bucky pulled away, “Tell us what you want Kitten.”

He sounded as breathless as you felt and you bit your lip as you shot him a coy smile – you wanted to try something new tonight. You crawled on top of Bucky, leaning over him as you spoke, “I want you and Captain to fuck my pussy, Sarge.”

“Ok babygirl, who’d you want first?” Bucky asked, clearly not understanding what you meant and you had to stifle a giggle at his cluelessness. It was nearly innocent.

“No Sergeant, I want you both to fuck me - please?” You watched as the penny started to drop for the both of them, incredulous looks painting itself across their faces, “Need you both to fill me up so good, make me yours, only yours – please Sarge?” You mouthed at Bucky’s jaw, feeling the God of a man shudder beneath you.

“Fuck, fuck -  ok Kitten, whatever you want, babygirl.”

You turned to face Steve, his jaw locked so tight you were scared it would break under the pressure, his eyes so black they nearly looked demonic, “Please Captain?”

“Buck, get the lube,” Was his only response and you knew you had him in the palm of your hand – there really was nothing these boys wouldn’t do for you.

Bucky scrambled towards the bedside table, pulling out the lube and hastily throwing the bottle to Steve who quickly squirted some onto his hand, generously coating his length before Bucky did the same. Laying down amongst the pillows, Bucky settled down before you moved to straddle him, your back facing him as you sank down onto his length, even with the lube and your wetness it was still a stretch – your soldiers were both well-endowed, that was no secret to you.

The sight of your ass was too much for Bucky to be able to ignore and before you could even realise, Bucky’s hand was cutting through the air before giving a resounding smack to the globe of flesh causing you to inadvertently bounce on his cock, the both of you groaning at the feeling. You shifted your legs, hooking them over Bucky’s parted ones as you rested against his chest, tilting your head to the side to give him access to your neck and shoulder.

Steve moved to kneel between your parted legs and Bucky hooked his arms under your knees, spreading them further apart and pulling them up to your chest. Leaning forward, Steve gave you a quick kiss before murmuring against your lips, “Tell me if I hurt you Princess.”  

You nodded your consent; eager to have them both filling you up in the most intimate way, to have them both fucking into your cunt, to have them both fill you with their cum. Steve pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, pushing down on Bucky’s length that was already buried inside you, giving himself enough room to push inside you slowly.

The feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced, eyes rolling into the back of your head as Steve’s girth nestled beside Bucky’s in your hot, wet pussy. Normally, either of the boys left you feeling rather snug, but now, with both of them filling you to the hilt, the thickness of both their cocks hitting every damn spot you had was enough to have you seeing stars and they hadn’t even started moving yet.

Bucky’s grip was bruising on your legs, his abs tightening beneath you as you tried to compose himself and Steve was no better, tendons tightening on his neck as his face flushed red with the strength it took to reel himself in and stop himself from fucking you into the mattress right then and there.

“Fuck Princess, s-so fucking tight,” Steve ground out, Bucky grunting in agreement.

“Pl- oh god- Please fucking move,” You moaned wantonly, certain that if neither of them did anything soon than you would melt into a puddle of unresolved desire on the bed.

Steve was the first to move, subtly thrusting his hips into yours, testing the waters. When the three of you groaned at the feeling, pleasure shooting through every cell of your body, the boys started to gain a rhythm – Steve driving his hips forward as Bucky fucked up into you. Your hands wrapped around Steve’s broad shoulders, head thrown back onto the pillow beneath you as you arched your back to try and pull them deeper inside you, needing more, digging your nails into Steve’s back and leaving angry red marks in your wake.

“Faster, please fuck me faster,” You could barely speak, the words escaping you on a breath but you knew they had heard, Steve groaning as Bucky’s grip on you tightened further before they followed through with your request, rocking their hips into yours harder and faster. The headboard banging against the wall with their increased efforts was nearly drowned out by your high-pitched cries, the animalistic growls coming from Bucky mixing with the deep grunts and groans that Steve emitted.

Your second orgasm seemed to build quicker, whether it was because you were still sensitive from your first or because your pleasure seemed to be heightened like no other climax before you with the feeling of two cocks hitting every sweet spot you had, making your head spin with every roll of their hips into you, you didn’t know and you sure as hell didn’t care – far too focused on the incredible sparks within you that seemed to set every synapse you had alight.

Steve’s mouth descended on your breast, suckling at the nipple before nipping at the hardened bud, jolting when he felt your cunt clench around him in response. Leaning back, filthy praises began to spew from his sinful lips which only served to propel you closer to the edge, “God, such a good little slut, aren’t you Princess? Just fucking dying to take her soldiers cocks into that tight little pussy and milk ‘em dry, aren’t ya dollface?”

The coil in your stomach began to tighten, the muscles in your legs and abdomen starting to shake as they tensed and Bucky’s hand danced down the skin of your thigh towards your glistening core, coating his fingers in your wetness as he circled your clit with the cold digits of his metal hand. You writhed under his ministrations as Steve’s words washed over you, “You gonna cum for us doll? You gonna fucking scream and let every fucking person here know who’s making you feel so good? Oh god, come on Princess, fucking cum for us – show ‘em who you belong to.”

That was all you needed to finally let go, the most powerful orgasm of your life rushing through you, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your brain struggled to process the euphoria flooding it, body spasming, nails raking down Steve’s back as you bucked your hips into theirs to try and prolong your high.

Your release was all the motivation Steve and Bucky needed to succumb to their own orgasms; Bucky biting down on your shoulder as he snarled, his hips snapping up to yours a few final times as his cum coated your walls, the feeling yours and Bucky’s cum coating his cock too much for Steve as his cock erupted into your twitching pussy with a shout, his hips stuttering into yours a few final times as he came down from his high.

With a groan, Steve slowly pulled his length out of your core, careful not to hurt you as he collapsed onto the bed. Bucky helped you to separate yourself from him, your legs feeling boneless and completely useless to you as he laid you down on the bed beside Steve, joining you seconds later.

Every inch of you had a pleasant ache and you could feel your mixed releases coating your thighs and leaking from your still-pulsing pussy, you definitely would be in need of a shower before you passed out tonight, the stickiness between your legs more noticeable than ever before.

“You fucking squirted,” Steve sounded beside you, his voice groggy as if he’d just woken up from a seventy year nap. You turned your head towards him, actions still languid, you didn’t have the energy to show your mortification, your cheeks flushing the only reaction you could afford.

Steve let out a chuckle, the sound bleary as Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss under your ear as he murmured into it; “It was very hot Kitten – we’ll be making you do that again, don’t worry.”

Deciding you needed a shower before sleep claimed you, you shot Steve your best puppy-dog eyes that you knew made him melt and asked him to help you, to which he of course agreed. As Steve carried you towards the bathroom, Bucky set about changing the sheets and cleaning up the mess the three of you made; sometimes their stamina really was a god-send because you were in no shape to be standing, never mind changing the sheets and showering by yourself.

You showered quickly, propped against the wall as Steve dragged the soapy sponge across your blissfully bruised skin, washing away all evidence of your previous activities from between your legs. When Steve was just finished washing the suds off your body, Bucky stepped into the shower, the both of them swapping positions so that you were cuddled into Bucky’s chest whilst Steve washed himself under the spray of water.

“That was incredible babygirl,” Bucky pressed a kiss to your temple, hands gliding up and down your back as if he was trying to feel every inch of you, as if he hadn’t just done exactly that.

When Steve was done, Bucky went under the water, quickly washing himself as you leaned back against Steve, fatigue starting set in your limbs, making them feel heavy and your bed was calling out for you to join it once again.

“We love you Y/N. More than anything in this world, don’t know what we’d do without you doll,” Steve stated as if it were one of the most obvious truths of the universe – two plus two equals four, the biggest planet in our solar system is Jupiter, and Steve and Bucky love you more than anything in this world of the next.

Steve’s sweet words reminded you of what Tony had offered the three of you and you knew you wanted, now more than ever, to ask them if they wanted to live together. Exiting the shower, Steve and Bucky both towelled you off, sharing gentle kisses with you as they did before they slipped one of their shirts over your head and carried you back to bed.

The fresh sheets were a welcome blessing, the cool cotton easing the prominent ache in your muscles as you relaxed into the mattress, Steve and Bucky moving to snuggle into either side of you. Your legs became a tangled mess, Steve playing with a strand of your hair as Bucky drew senseless patterns on the skin of your arm.

“You know, Tony offered to give us our own floor if you wanted to…” Your voice was barely above a whisper but you knew they had both heard you, the pair of them stopping their actions as silence overcame the room.

“Like, we’d be officially living together kind of thing?” Bucky questioned, uncertainty lacing his voice.

“Yeah - only if you both want to of course,” You hastily added, doubt beginning to set in your mind.

Maybe they thought it was too soon…

Steve broke your train of thought by pressing a loving kiss to your lips, “I’d love to live together Beautiful.”

“Getting to wake up to you every morning? I’m in,” Bucky chimed in and you felt tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. You never in a million years thought this would be a possibility, but here you were, wrapped up in the arms of the two men you loved most in the world planning your future together.

You fell asleep that night with a smile etched onto your face, their murmurs of ‘I love you’ the last thing you remembered hearing and you intelligibly mumbled ‘I love you too’ before falling into a deep slumber.

The sunlight streaming through the windows woke you the next morning, for once you were the first one awake and you took advantage of the rare opportunity, shamelessly taking in the sight of Steve and Bucky’s sleeping forms beside you, Bucky’s hair fanned out on the pillow around him as he let out soft snores, Steve’s face buried in his pillow, a slight pool of drool evident next to his open lips.

You smiled softly at the sight, it was rare for either of them to look so carefree, normally weighed down by some thing or other – Captain America held the responsibility of the Avengers themselves, a task he didn’t take lightly, he was their fearless leader and he did whatever he needed to even when it was the hard call and the Winter Soldier carried more ghosts than you would ever know, the guilt still ate away at him and you doubted it would ever stop, he would be forever haunted by a past that wasn’t his choice.

You would never be able to help Captain America or the Winter Soldier, but Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes? You’d carry every single one of their problems if it meant just one more peaceful night for the both of them.

You admired their sleeping forms as you made plans in your head for the day; you’d have to tell Tony you accepted his offer and start to shop for furnishings, maybe a trip to ikea was on the cards.

That’s sure to be eventful.

Your thoughts were cut short by Steve and Bucky both moving towards you, Bucky burying his face in your neck, soft breaths tickling your neck as Steve moved down to use your chest as a pillow, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist.

This was definitely something you could get used to. And now you could.

[dreamyboystyles]

Ethereally Dazzling

She spins around ready to respond with a smart remark when her voice catches in her throat at the sight of the man behind her. Chocolate curls adorning a beautifully chiseled face and arms that could crush skulls if they wanted to. Perfectly pink lips turned upwards in a smirk directed at her. There was a sparkle to his body that she could not put a finger to but knew was more than spray body glitter. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before she blurts out something embarrassing about his glowing green eyes.

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Harry is a God crashing Y/N’s Greek themed castle party. Part 1 *unedited*

Lying her body across her soft canopy bed she stared at the ceiling covered in satin creating a cloudy illusion against the blue paint. Nothing made y/n feel more ethereal than being wrapped in silk and satin Whether it be satin pajamas or silk sheets she lived in silk and satin everything. Y/N had lived quite a privileged life so far and she couldn’t help but release a happy sigh at the thought of how lucky and fortunate she was to live the lavish life she did. Usually people who were well off spent their money and time traveling and partying on boats, and yes Y/N had her fair share of yacht parties and travels but she had already seen most of what she wanted to see. At least materialistically. Y/N always wondered about things left unseen and the small crevices in the universe that held the sweetest secrets. She didn’t necessarily care for the seven wonders of the world, she was looking for her own seven wonders. She wanted to live in the times before her and experience the art and the culture and the magic that was. To put it short and sweet, Y/N dreamed of being a walking renaissance painting.

So instead of boat parties and beach houses, Y/N threw castle parties of her greatest fantasies. Each party was always themed after a great period in history. She had parties themed of different aspects of the renaissance and of the enlightenment periods. She had parties of the middle ages, and parties of times of Roman empires. Sometimes the themes repeated but she couldn’t care, she loved the exhilarating feeling she got from traveling back in time even if it was brief. Her next party however, was something she’d never done before. She knew Greek themed parties were a thing, but she didn’t want your basic toga party with leaf crowns no, Y/N wanted to see Mount Olympus brought to life. For once she wanted to be the goddess marble statues were made of. She wanted to be the inspiration for the pieces of art that would be passed down and appreciated through centuries. And sure, maybe it wasn’t real and it was only a fantasy, but that was where Y/N lived her happiest most self-loving self.

So there lay Y/N wrapped in a glorious gown made of lace and chiffon. A long slim off the shoulder champagne colored chiffon base with lace detailing at the hem and waistline that moved up towards the bust. Multi sized crystals embellished into the neckline and trickled down towards the waist. The same pattern following down the quarter length sleeves. At the hem the embellishments sized smaller to larger the lower you went. Y/N didn’t believe in much, but she did believe that somewhere out there Aphrodite stared down with jealousy at her appearance. If she didn’t know any better, it was a tough battle in looks between the two.

Apollo didn’t like to spend too much time meddling in mortal affairs. He’d seen what that did to most of his relatives and he figured he’d save himself the trouble. However today he’d happen to be tying up some loose strings for his sister -which didn’t happen often but even Artemis found herself caught in some trouble sometimes as well- when he heard rave about a huge Olympian party. This at first confused him because he hadn’t received word of any party from any relatives. Then he wondered how in the world the mortals knew what the Gods had planned for the evening. And that was when it hit him, no Olympian was throwing a party, it was just another measly mortal affair. At first mortal culture used to offend him, the togas and the leaves and in a sense, the appropriation of it all. He found it a little insulting that they reduced their power and glory. But he came to realize humans were pesky in all other ways not just this one. For the most part Apollo stayed clear. But something about this particular event was drawing him in. Perhaps the promise of bringing Olympus to life seemed intriguing. He figured while he was down here he could go for a laugh and entertainment. So Apollo made his way towards the castle everyone was raving on about.

Y/N’s party was in full swing. Her vision had come to life in a damn near perfect way. From the tall white marble pillars to the golden flecks of light here and there, to even the lightly glimmering table cloth sashes. The food looks delicious displayed on golden platters and wine distributed through golden chalices. She was living an absolute dream and all the guests could not help but marvel at the sight of her. Some people even bold enough to call her Aphrodite. She knew she was no Aphrodite, she was ethereal on her own standards not another’s.

Apollo’s head was spinning. He kept hearing Aphrodite’s name being called out but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around trying to see if he’d spot any of his relatives but was coming up empty. These people are sure to feel Aphrodite’s wrath if they’re carelessly throwing out her name the way they are. He thought. His eyes wandered left and right trying to see if he’d see this creature they’d honored with the Goddess of Beauty’s name. Finally after hearing the name be called out again, his eyes landed on the lucky woman. Suddenly he understood the comparison. This woman was one of the most alluring mortals he’d ever seen. Her chocolate brown tresses of hair bounced with every laugh and head turn. Her smile shined brighter than any he’d seen before. There was a particular gleam in her eyes that promised mischief and wonder and excitement all at once. Carefully observing her he’d imagine the rage of envy Aphrodite was sure to feel if she ever crossed her path, and for this mortal woman’s sake he hoped that never happened. That promise her eyes held pulled him close. So as soon as he spots her removing herself from the crowd and headed out towards the garden, he makes his way after her.

She couldn't handle all this attention. The party wasn’t about her, it was about bringing an experience to life. Nobody wanted to talk to her about her appreciation of the ancient Greek culture that created the vision for this night. And if she heard a single person call her Aphrodite one more time she was sure to snap. She makes her way out towards the garden away from the crowd drunk on the fairly expensive wine. I guess her dream of a real life Greek party had come to life. Half of the people in there were already drunk beyond reason dancing around half naked. She didn’t expect to be followed out so she nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears a low voice behind her.

“You know, if Aphrodite were here I’m sure she’d have turned you into a beast by now” the voice chuckled.

She spins around ready to respond with a smart remark when her voice catches in her throat at the sight of the man behind her. Chocolate curls adorning a beautifully chiseled face and arms that could crush skulls if they wanted to. Perfectly pink lips turned upwards in a smirk directed at her. There was a sparkle to his body that she could not put a finger to but knew was more than spray body glitter. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before she blurts out something embarrassing about his glowing green eyes.

“I guess I should consider myself lucky she isn’t here” she laughs a little breathlessly. He mimics her giggle and moves forward.

“May I take a seat? Wouldn’t want a beautiful woman out here all on her own” he says gesturing towards the space on the bench she’s sat on. She tilts her head pondering whether she should trust this gorgeous stranger. Banking on the universe blessing her luck she moves the bit of her dress taking up the space.

“Go ahead” she mumbles watching as he moves forward again to take the seat. “I”m Y/N, what’s your name?” she extends a hand towards him.

He pauses for a second staring at the hand in front of her wondering what name to give this beautiful strange girl.

“My name’s Harry” he smiles taking her hand and lifting it up to his mouth to press a kiss. He sees a blush creep up her neck and tint her cheeks pink. He smirks once again.

“Well Harry, I don’t know if it’s the wine or the lights but you are dazzling” she blurts out eyes widening not believing the words that came out of her mouth.

woooooooo I kept my word that I would post it by Sunday ! I hope you enjoyed this piece I’ve loved writing and exploring it and am looking forward to continuing the next parts! Feedback is oh so welcome and I do wanna add a lil smut action somewhere so let me know what you wanna see in the next parts! Thanks for reading <333333

[goldeneyedgirl]

Fic-Mas Day 5: Omens 2/2

Oh man, I am so tired I feel like my typing is slurring. Part 2 is here - I apologise for any odd formatting; for some reason, copying and pasting this chapter made it angry, and I’m sure I’ve missed an error. 

Thank you to everyone for the feedback, and I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season! 

Biloxi, Mississippi 1914

“Oh Daphne, it’s lovely!” Mary-Alice span around, the dress twirling around her. The dress was quite unlike anything else she owned - layers of pale pink chiffon, with a darker pink sash around the waist. The sleeves were lace, cut from old dresses.

“It might just be the prettiest thing I own!” Mary-Alice beamed.

Daphne laughed. “I am glad you are pleased, Miss. Now hold still whilst I fix this button.”

The dresses - for Cynthia Grace had matching one - had been made for the Halloween party. The Webster family was hosting it, a proper afternoon gala. When Mother had heard that Vivian Webster was hosting it, she had insisted both the girls be allowed to attend. And so they were to attend, as Titania and a fairy handmaiden. They had lovely garlands with ribbons, and real and silk flowers for their hair. Mary-Alice couldn’t imagine that Pearl Webster’s White Princess costume could possibly be lovelier.

“There. Pretty as a picture,” Daphne smiled. “Now, stand still.”

Daphne deftly pinned the circlet of flowers into her hair, twisting tiny braids around the band, and tucking extra silk flowers into Mary-Alice’s curls.

Mary-Alice beamed at her reflection in the mirror. Her long black hair had been up in rags for almost an entire day and now hung in loose curls to her waist. Mother had dabbed a hint of rouge on her cheeks and allowed her to dab a little perfume on her wrists.

She was hardly going to be a great beauty like her Aunt Helen, or her sister. Cynthia was already taller than her at only ten years old. She was terribly skinny and had virtually no figure to speak of. And the black hair that washed her out terribly. And her mother fretted over the scattering of freckles over her nose, thanks to a summer day without a sunhat.

Not like Cynthia, with her golden curls and flawless complexion. Cynthia, who played the piano like an angel, and never blurted out inappropriate questions at the dinner table.

But she wasn’t entirely horrible looking, either. At least, not in the dress Daphne had made her, with her hair framing her face instead of scraped back into beribboned braids.

“Mary-Alice!” Cynthia came flying into the room, in a lemon-coloured version of the fairy dress. “It’s time to leave, Mother is waiting!”

“Have a good afternoon, girls,” Daphne said,

—

The girl was beautiful and older than Mary-Alice was. But she didn’t look right. Her hair hung in odd clumps around her head, and her dress gaped open at the collar, revealing her undergarments right down to her left hip. She wore no shoes, only filthy stockings.

Mary-Alice slipped away from the bonfire. Pearl had never mentioned an older sister, perhaps another guest in a rather strange costume.

The bonfire made the night seem so bright and blinding, like high noon. The girl walked right out on the roof. Against the sky and the roof, her outfit and skin were all blindingly white. Even her hair seemed to glow.

Nobody seemed to have noticed her. The bonfire was so hot, it was like Mary-Alice was standing right up against it, flames tickling the hem of her skirts.

And then red spots began to bloom on the girl - on both her knees, on her cheeks and chin, her chest and stomach, and her pelvis. So much blood seeping through the white of her clothing. Scratches on her face appeared like magic, and Mary-Alice nearly gagged at the sight of the girl’s head suddenly cracking open above her right ear, blood filling the space greedily.

The air was so hot, crackling with the fire, and the girl just stood on the edge of the roof, letting blood drip from her. It dripped off the roof, and onto the flowers in the window box below.

And then, as the heat and light pressed down on Mary-Alice and she thought she would faint, the girl let out an unholy, blood-curdling scream and jumped.

“No,” Mary-Alice gasped. The girl fell, her arms outstretched as she tumbled down, landing in the Websters’ rose garden with a hideous crunch, her body twisted and utterly broken.

It was something that Mary-Alice could never unsee, something that would haunt her forever and ever, she was certain.

So she screamed, her hands on her face. She howled, tears burning on her hot cheeks.

“Mary-Alice!”

The poor dead girl.

The slap came out of nowhere and she caught her breath suddenly, staring up into her mother’s white face.

“Mary-Alice, what on earth?” Sarah Brandon hissed, clutching her daughter by the upper arm. Her head was swimming, and the night suddenly felt cold on her skin.

“T-there was a girl… on the roof,” she stammered. “She, oh mother, she jumped.”

Sarah twisted to look back at the Webster home, Mary-Alice forcing herself to follow her mother’s gaze.

Nothing. Not a drop of blood, no broken body in the flower beds.

“Is Mary-Alice unwell, Sarah?” Vivian Webster appeared, looking more threatening than ever in her Red Queen costume. She quivered under Mrs Webster’s gaze, shivering in the cold.

Sarah looked up at her, with an icy expression. “Mary-Alice is unwell and overwhelmed. I am sorry for such a fuss.”

“Of course,” Mrs Webster sniffed. “I suppose some girls are prone to … overexcitement. I shall have to remember how delicate poor Mary-Alice is for future invitations.”

“Yes. I suppose that would be easier than a more modest occasion,” Sarah retorted. “Come along, Mary-Alice, we should get you home to bed. Cynthia?”

Cynthia popped up like a daisy at her mother’s side, eyes round and worried.

Their motorcar was quite stuffy, and Mary-Alice slumped against the seat, trying to erase the sight of the dead girl from her memory.

“Your father will want to know what happened tonight, Mary-Alice,” Sarah said flatly.

“Will you tell him?” Mary-Alice whispered.

Sarah glanced sharply at her eldest daughter. “I tell my husband everything, Mary-Alice. I also plan to suggest that if anyone outside of the family asks, that you drank two cups of punch - punch that was actually wine. Vivian Webster won’t go around gossiping if there is a chance she accidentally served wine to little girls.”