#Satin A-line flower girl dresses

[lizzy-bonnet]

I love Jane Austen's work and I love podcasts, so naturally I follow several JA podcasts (please drop recs in the tags). I'm enjoying Live from Pemberley from Hot and Bothered, but a comment from literally the first episode of the series has been circulating in my brain since I listened to it several months ago: one of the hosts expressed surprise (and disappointment?) in the fact that when we first meet Lizzy, she is "employed in trimming a hat". This comment literally comes right after a conversation about how Austen tells us so much in the very short space of Chapter 1; without wasting any words, we know exactly who Mr. and Mrs. Bennet are (lightly toxic relationship), understand their family situation (need to marry well), meet the main driver of the first act (rich man in the neighbourhood), and understand a social dilemma (girls can't meet him if Mr. Bennet does not make the first overture). So what is Austen telling us when we meet Lizzy in the employment of trimming a hat?

We so often read a sort of modern girlboss feminism into Lizzy because she is smart and stands up for herself, but I think that's something that really gets embroidered on to the text. Lizzy trimming a bonnet is telling us several things about her:

She is frugal - new hats and bonnets are really expensive (my casual hobby is shopping for reproduction bonnets and this remains true), because the straw is braided by hand, the bonnet shape is assembled and blocked by hand, feathers have to be gathered from real (living or dead) birds, ribbons and flowers are hand-finished, the whole situation is fuck expensive. Lizzy is most likely putting new trim on a straw or wool bonnet she already owns to make it work better for this season's fashions, or a new dress, and possibly recycling trimmings from other hats. Contrast this with Lydia's spending all her pocket money on an ugly hat in Chapter 39, just so she can reduce it to parts, even though she acknowledges she'll also have to buy some extra satin too, to finish the project.

She cares about fashion - we don't get a lot of information on sartorial choices in Austen's work, and when characters are discussing fashion, it tends to be a framework for explaining something about their characters; Miss Steele's need to know how much Marianne's dresses cost (rude, crass); Mrs. Bennet's loving description of the lace on Mrs. Hurst's gown (shallow); Catherine Moreland's agonizing over what to wear to the Assembly (young, a bit flighty); Bingley wears a blue coat (has probably read The Sorrows of Young Werther, is fashionable). The fact that Lizzy is trimming a hat tells us she is fashionable, but paired with the fact that she will get a petticoat muddy in order to see her sister, and does not spend a lot of time worrying after fashion like Lydia tells us that she does not live and die on fashion.

She is creative - I've trimmed various hats and bonnets over my years of interest in historical fashion and honestly it's not easy. It's quite fiddly to get a nice ribbon edge, a ruched lining takes forever, and getting sprays of florals and feathers to be nicely shaped and all in a complementary palette is quite fussy. Getting a nice looking bonnet requires some thinking and planning. But it's also great fun! The Regency era is, in my opinion, a particularly good period for hats.

She is normal - I think Austen wants the reader to understand that Lizzy is a young woman with normal cares and concerns. She doesn't have cash for a new bonnet, she wants to look nice, she knows how to put an outfit together, she's not frivolous like her sisters, and she engages in the typical pursuits of someone who is not yet one and twenty who does not have a specific occupation.

A lot of modern readers are expecting Lizzy to be striding around the countryside unconcerned with "girly" things, or reading a clever book because we have come to think of her as proto-feminist in a way that suggests she might be a bra (corset) burner, but I think that comes from an outdated feminist lens that still wants to tell us that girly things are bad, or at least, a bit weak, and I don't see that in the text at all (I think some of this trickles over from the adaptations). Lizzy walks enthusiastically, she enjoys reading (but not to the exclusion of other employments), she dances very well and plays with mediocrity, she cares deeply about her friends and family, she has excellent manners, and dammit, she trims hats.

#jane austen #pride and prejudice #lizzy bennet #regency fashion #bonnets #characterization

[novelizt]

THE COMPLICATIONS OF A FAKE ENGAGEMENT ☁︎ ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

⚜ PART TWO

GENRE ➺ fluff + hoax engagement

SYNOPSIS ➺ you shouldn't be that beautiful in a bridal gown for a wedding that's fictitious to begin with

WARNING ➺ fem reader

DISCLAIMER ➺ I haven't read the books so the characterization/alignment in the books may not line up and it's been a while since i've written anything. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

NOTES ➺ inspired by the try-on wedding gown scene in “extraordinary attorney woo”

   When a 17-year-old signs up to be a ghost hunter, the last thing she expects is to wind up in a bridal boutique. Especially not with her employer improvising the role of her fiancé.

   Lost between fabrics of silk and satin is the story of how you ended up here. You're on the brink of insanity when Lockwood finally does his job as your make-believe fiancé. Chipping in with a compliment, blowing kisses, and raining applause. On a normal day, you could act as if all this was fine and that the flurry of frivolous women weren't tiring. But the dresses were heavy and the lights were blinding. You had his ring, and the look on his face was convincing—but twelve dresses in, and you were ready to crumple into a heap.

   "Why the rush to marry?" Kelly—you think her name was—asks. She was the ringleader for the entire dress-fitting business.

She tightened the corset around you and clipped the fabric around your bust tighter. You couldn't even speak! Luckily enough, Lockwood took note of your lack of oxygen and answered for you. "We're trained agents."

   Kelly pulled the cinches tighter. You wheezed your last wisp of air, gripping the fabric for release. "As in the paranormal kind?"

   Lockwood's eyes shone with pride. "Exactly that! You never know what could happen on a case. Might as well marry while we're breathing, no? Oh- please let my girl breathe, she's turning blue."

   The corset loosened and you sagged in visible relief. Nodding in acknowledgement, you said, "Many thanks."

   "No worries, darling. Wouldn't want you dying before the flower picking." He smiled at you, and you withheld the urge to glare at him. "Have you found what you're looking for, love?"

   You look at the rack and consider just lying... but there was a reason you were here. Judging by his still jumping knee, he hasn't found evidence at all.

   Signing yourself to your fate, you sighed. "No..."

   Kelly jumps with glee. Dragging you behind the curtains before Lockwood could get another word in. The last thing you see of him is a grateful grin. He disregards the simper you throw his way.

   When he's sure you're distracting Kelly, he slips back to the file rooms. Shuffling through documents whilst keeping his ears open. It's not that hard to guess whether Kelly got you into another gown or not. The woman is exorbitant and loud.

   He's got his hands on an incriminating sheet of evidence as he hears it. Kelly's compliments and your terrible attempts at buying him more time. Lockwood stuffs the sheet into his coat pocket and breaks for the lounge. In time for the velvet curtains to draw.

   His eyes are adjusting to the brightened lights again. Yet, all is right when you're unveiled. Sheets of ivory silk rolling down in waves curl around your figure like it's made for you. It's less extravagant than the previous choices but it highlights you the best.

   Whatever fake reaction dies in his throat and his jaw hangs open. Eyes leading up to your giggling face as Kelly pushes a row of spray roses into your hands to "complete the look." He knows all this is pretend. He can't help but wonder how different it would be if ghosts and ghouls didn't invade the world. If the pair of you were a normal boy and a normal girl. If you two weren't 17 and only here for another case. If you were actually dressed in that ivory gown, coming down an aisle as red as the curtains. In an alternate world, would it be reality?

   He's considering the probability of it when you drop the roses to your midsection. Allowing his mother's old ring to gleam in the light before he pulls his eyes right back to you. He reads, "Have you found what you're looking for?" from your lips, and like a puppet on a string, he nods yes, and he's sure he mutters the word, too. But he's not thinking about the evidence in his pocket. He's thinking about you in ivory, and how much better it would be if you were his real bride instead of his fake one.

• i've been wanting to write for the lockwood & co. fandom for a while now hehe

⌠ @novelizt 2023 ⌡

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[nonobadcat]

For @oklolnoty

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Summary:

Working at Animal Instinct, the city's premiere hostess club for those who like their girls "pawsitively" attractive, may pay the bills but it'll cost your soul. Playing the brainless bunny girl everyone expected you to be, you were prepared to waste your life selling over priced champagne and sham companionship just to afford rent. When your efforts are rewarded with the client from hell, you try to stick to your bubblegum bimbo persona. However, being called boring by some crusty incel with the social skills of a trashcan is not something your pride can let slip by. ...and finding someone who hates society's games as much as him is not something Shigaraki Tomura can let go.

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Chapter 1: Dumb Bunny - 3.4k words

TW: Binge drinking, quirk based discrimination

“Omigosh he’s back again!”

Plastered against the glossy black bathroom door, Nyanko’s twisted grimace and bristling tail ill suited her glamorous styling. Rhinestone trimmed claws pawed for purchase as an annoyed shriek hissed between tight teeth. It was fortunate that lilac satin squeezed her willowy frame like a vice. The very dress that transformed her bust line from “average” to “savage” restricted her air intake, keeping her whining to a polite volume.

Twisting the golden cap of your Yves Saint Laurent lipstain back on, you dabbed at your cupid’s bow. “Crusty boy?”

“Yes!” She groaned, pinning her cat ears to her skull. “Mama-san has paired him with twelve different girls in the last month. Boy’s got a heart made of Teflon! Won’t stick to anyone!”

You raised an eyebrow. “I thought this club was a kurabu? Isn’t the first pairing long term?”

“His dad is some sort of big deal so he gets special treatment, but mostly it's a mutual hate-hate thing,” Nyanko explained, wagging her finger. “He can’t find a girl he likes and all the girls beg Mama-san to let him try someone else. Even Aru didn’t want him and you know she has thick skin!”

“Quirk~ist,” you sang out, tucking your make-up back in the small, pearled handbag. “Just because she has an armadillo quirk doesn’t mean her soul is armor plated.”

Nyanko’s tabby tail swished. “Why does he keep coming back if he’s never happy?” she demanded, stomping her spike heels.

“I like those.” You nodded to the red bottoms. “The flower lace on the mesh is cute.”

“I know, right!” She twisted this way and that, showing off the shimmering details. “Abe-san got them for me last week. I think he has a foot thing but I’m not complaining.” All at once, her hair bristled. “Wait! Don’t try to change the subject! I’m in a real bind here!”

You popped your lips, smoothing down a stray lock of hair. “Oh? Why?”

“Because I’m one of the few he hasn’t chewed up yet!” She shivered and rubbed her arms. “I’m terrified Mama-san will pair me with that creep next!”

“Then quit your job and take Abe-san up on that mistress position. It’s not like he can last more than twenty seconds anyways so you won’t have to do much work.”

Her face fell flat. “Honey, hell’s got your name.”

You kicked off the faux marble tile and strutted over to the petite, raven-haired cutie. A single finger reached out, straightening the curl of her long bob. Patting her shoulder, you flashed her a grin and whispered in her ear. “Then it’s a good thing none of us go by our real names here, isn’t it?” 

She giggled before rolling her eyes towards your new lip color. “Speaking of 'people who just want to take a poor girl away from this place', is that a gift from your one hero client?”

You nodded. “Oshida bought it for me on the paid date. Asked me if he could put some of his cum in it.”

“Guess he’s not as family friendly as his press agent makes him out to be,” she muttered.

“I told him I couldn’t use it if he did because I’d be too addicted to the taste.”

Nyanko flashed you a judgey side eye and pushed open the bathroom door. “How are you that good a liar?”

“Nyanko, what are you talking about?" You plastered on an airy smile. Each word tumbled out wrapped in sweetness. "Everyone knows that bunny girls aren’t smart enough to lie. ♡” 

The words burned bitterly on your tongue.

Nyanko huffed, turning on heel. “I hate you.”

“Hate you more, sweetie,” you teased, following her down the long hall.

Pink tiles with golden veins lead the way to the reception desk. On your right, Animal Instict's main bar buzzed with flirtatious conversation, fake smiles, and exhausted salary men. One of the puppy girls, wrapped in cherry red spandex and ten centimeter black platforms, clung to her elderly client's arm like a fly on garbage. 

"Is Pochi back early from her paid date?" You asked, slipping under the glossy countertop.

"Kiba-san's bunions are acting up," Nyanko whispered, cupping the side of her face. "You know, the bunions that flare up when Pochi wants a fourth helping of foie gras."

You looked the other hostess up and down. Her rosy cheeks glowed as she smoothed her glossy tail across her lap. "She's pounding the champagne again. Her heat cycle must be close."

Nyanko waved her hand. "Don't date the dog if you ain't got the bank."

"Catty of you."

She hissed.

"Ladies," a firm voice warned. "You are on the floor."

You both turned towards a sultry middle-aged woman. Clad in a cocktail dress crafted from delicate golden mesh and rhinestones, her long, peacock plumage glittered every shade from sea green to deep navy in the warm light. She fixed you with a sharp glare before snapping open a fan. Its fluttering teased at her long, fake lashes.

"Yes, Mama-san," you replied in synchrony, bowing your heads to the boss.

She narrowed her eyes, craning her long, graceful neck to inspect your makeup. When it passed muster, she snapped the fan shut. "Honey, Tano-san requested you tonight as Usagi is out with a migraine."

Wow… just going to work his way through the bunny girls, huh? Guy wasn’t even subtle about his fetish.

"Of course," you agreed, bowing again. "Thank you, Mama-san."

Mama-san turned her scrutinizing gaze towards your companion. “Nyanko—” she crooked boney finger— “come with me.”

Nyanko’s ears drooped. “Y-yes, Mama-san…”

Mama-san rapped the cat girl with the lacey fan. “Professionalism.”

Nyanko forced a pained grin before snatching up a hot towel from the stack. “O-Of course!”

You shook your head, selecting a rolled towel of your own and placed it on a silver platter. Then, smearing on an airheaded smile, you followed the leader around the large, gangly money tree. Just past its scraggly leaves, two men came into view.

On the left, dressed in a deep navy sport coat and matching pleated pants stood a solemn faced man in his late sixties. He peered into the entryway’s mirror, fussing with his thinning, silver streaked hair. The wide, rose-gold rolex watch made his wrist look fat and did horrible things for his yellow undertones. When you came into view, he jerked away from his preening. Hungry eyes traced the line of your leg from heel to hem. His thick tongue lapped at the corner of his mouth.

“Tano-san,” your boss guiding you forward. “This is Honey Bunny.”

“It's so good to meet you, Tano-san!” You added a sugar rush bounce to your step. “We hope Usa-chan should feel better soon. I hope it’ll be okay if I take care of you for her until she’s better?”

With a grunt, he took the towel, clumsily groping your fingers along the way.

Mama-san turned to the man on the right. Hiding his face behind a mop of pale blue waves, a surly looking twenty something hunched against the wall. Blazing red eyes stared out from under hairless brows. He tugged at his collar, as if the beautifully tailored Armani three-piece was strangling him. It wasn’t hard to guess how he got the moniker “crusty boy”. Patchy scale peeled from his under eye bags. 

“Shigaraki-san, this is Nyanko-chan.”

Nyanko playfully scratched the air, before speaking out in a voice half an octave higher than her own. “It’s a purr-asure to Meow-chu, Shigaraki-san! I hope we can become good friends!”

He sneered at Nyanko before raking his neck with ratty, broken nails. 

Your coworker smiled so hard you thought her face might tear. “Would mew like a hot towel?”

He plucked the moist terry cloth from her outstretched hand with two fingers. He half-heartedly scrubbed his hands before walking right past her. “Let’s get this over with.”

Nyanko’s tail drooped as she skittered off after her guest. You pressed a coy hand to your lips to hide a grimace.

This was going to be a long night.

One hour into the evening, you would have paid Usa-chan to take her client back. 

At first, you thought Tano simply fumbled his cigarettes due to some nervous condition. However, after the third one in half an hour, you caught beady eyes peering down the front of your dress as you leaned in to light them. He ordered nothing but the cheapest wine on the menu (2.6k yen per glass + the 25% service fee) and nursed his drink like an old woman. Those squirmy hands of his kept “accidentally” brushing against your tail every time he shifted in his seat. Conversation was hard fought and mostly about how much he hated his boss. 

“Are you and Usa-chan related?” he asked for the fifth time that night.

You brushed your long, silky ears back. “Well, I’m a Lop and she’s a Lionhead.”

“Oh. So it’s not the same thing?”

If you smiled any harder your teeth would crack. “I know, right? They sound so similar I always get them confused.” You hoisted the green bottle up. “Here, it looks like you need a refill—”

He quickly covered the glass with his palm. “Let me touch your ears?”

Rot in the gutter, you steaming trash heap.

Hesitant humming accompanied a thoughtful head tilt. “Mama-san kinda sorta told me I’m not supposed to because it’s against club rules or something.” You clicked your tongue and beamed at him. “Makes me sad because I love having my hair brushed. Oh well, right?”

He scooted closer. “You could just ignore her.”

Wide, panicked eyes sold the frantic, high pitched squeak. “Omigosh! But it’d be bad to do that right?”

Rancid breath poured over your bare neck. “I can make being a bad bunny really fun.”

Die.

You laughed, “playfully” shoving his shoulder so hard it pushed him a solid half meter away.  “Oh Tano-san! No wonder Usa-chan loves you so much. You’re so funny!”

…and wringing your floppy neck with your ugly Gucchi tie would be even funnier.

On the other side of the tufted leather booths, Nyanko seemed to fare even worse. 

“So… Shigaraki-san, do you work for your paw-ther?”

“He’s my mentor, not my father.”

“Oh! That’s so neat! So he’s like a father to mew?”

One word grated through gritted teeth. “No.”

Nyanko winced at the harsh tone, her smile shaken for only a moment before she rallied. “Your mentor must be very generous to send you here so Meow-ften.”

“It’s annoying,” he groused, scratching his neck like a dog with fleas. The pungent stench of iron caught on the breeze from the air conditioning. All the women around you wrinkled their sensitive noses.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Nyanko placed one hand on the cream leather next to his thigh and leaned in. A long golden necklace slipped down her décolletage, pointing the eye towards her assets. Pouty lips forced her tongue high against her fangs, playing up an alto’s vocal fry. Delicately, she twirled her hair behind her pointed ear. Dangling diamonds glittered in the dim glow of the teardrop chandelier. Round, golden eyes peered at him from under sooty lashes. “Neh, Shigaraki-san, what kind of girl do mew like?”

The booth squeaked as he scooted away. “Someone real.”

“I’m all nyan-tural,” she purred, letting her free hand trail down her bust.

With a sharp “chcc”, he groped for his cell phone. 

Nyanko cocked her head. “Oh? Nyu like video games?”

“A little,” he muttered, loading up an app. Comic book style red and yellow text exploded across the screen. Four different voices called out: “Hero Center Battle Royale!!!!”.

“Ooooh!” She clapped her hands together. “Which ones do mew like?”

“The ones where the heroes die.”

“Sounds exciting!”

“More exciting than this conversation.”

Fight on, Nyanko-chan!

While your coworker clawed for any hint of mutual interest, Tano leaned back into his seat and manspread until he was pressed against your bare thigh. “Seems like the pretty kitty is having a rough time.”

Awk-ward….

“Really?” You smiled so hard the muscles below your eyes spasmed. “It sounds like she’s having fun learning a lot about a new person to me.”

Face flushed, your patron sipped his wine. “You’re kinda a dumb bunny, aren’t you?”

Yeah… That’s what your university professors thought too. At least, until your grades put you second in your class by only three points. Maybe if they stopped staring at your ears long enough, they would have seen the brain between them.

“Nyanko-chan loves to meet new people,” you chirped back, sitting on quivering hands to avoid throttling your meal ticket.

Tano thumbed his chin. “Wonder if she’s so persistent because she’s gonna go into heat.”

Ew… can you just not?!

"That must be a pain, going into heat.” Beady eyes flashed to you. "You do too, right?"

Gross. Disengage! Disengage!

You tapped your chin. "Huh… I dunno. Maybe bunnies are different or something." 

…cause a three second Google search couldn't have told his horny self that?! Seriously…

Faking a sweet smile you reached for his glass. “Heat or no heat, I think that connecting with others is a reward in and of itself."

And if Tano could connect the dots he would have the decency to GO HOME if he wasn’t going to drink.

He pulled his cup away. "I don't need a refill."

You set the bottle down. "Oh! My bad! I just really wanted to take care of you. You worked really hard after all. You deserve a little rest."

He leaned back into his seat and smiled to himself. "Yeah. Guess I do."

Ugh… Just drunk enough to be a self-centered douchebag, but not enough to get you a sales bonus. This sucked.

He cracked open one eye and glanced at you. "But seriously, aren’t you even a little worried about her or are you just too stupid that to read the room?”

You leaned into your palm, using the thick of your hand to stifle the snarl. “Finding the right fit for every guest can be hard but everyone here loves the challenge.” One ear flopped across your eye. You inhaled, letting the rise of your ribs strain the bust of your gown. “I’m just so glad we have such good chemistry.”

His greasy grin made you nauseated. Greedy eyes drank up your coworker’s long tail and tufted ears. He licked his lips. “Should I offer to save her then? Having two of you around sounds like fun.”

….and entirely defeated the point of coming to the type of classy club where you are supposed to have an intimate, one-on-one conversation with your hostess. Not to mention, you’d have to split the tip. Then again, that assumed this cheapskate didn’t skip it all together.

You bit your cheek until the taste of iron pricked your tongue. Painted lips slipped into a puffy pout. You turned your head, letting tears pool at your lash line. Ducking low to play up the shadows between your cleavage, you pinched his sleeve between two fingers like a schoolgirl tugging on her crush.

“Ah… I suppose it’s true that Tano-san is so cool he could have two women at once.” 

His breath caught in his wrinkled throat.

With a forlorn smile, you glanced down at the connection between you before dropping his sleeve like it shocked you. Your voice pitched high as you hurried out a breathless apology. “Oh! Sorry!” Nervous fingers prodded together as you hid behind one ear. “When I am around a man like you, I-I sometimes just get these instincts...” 

He gulped.

Time to go in for the kill. 

Your eyes danced away from his. “It’s been such a long time since I felt this way, I forgot that it happens. It’s hard, but I’ll try to control myself better.”

Tano reached for your hand, but you pulled it away to bop it into your fist. “Oh! Speaking of instincts, Usa-chan told me once that you negotiated a lot of big contracts for your company. How did you get so good at your job?”

He leaned back into the booth, puffing out his chest. Wrapping one arm over the back of the chair, he crooked his finger at you. “Come a little closer and I’ll be happy to share.”

Ugh… You needed a drink.

“Oh my gosh, Honey-chan he was just the worst!”

Nyanko’s whiskers tickled the side of your neck as she buried her face in your shoulder. You sighed, wrapping your arm around her. The smell of fried food and beer wafted in the summer air. Plump moths collided with the streetlight three paces away. Two wobbly salary men waved. The one wearing a tie on his forehead blew a wet kiss. Your party of three wiggled your fingers and giggled like shy school girls. As soon as they were out of sight, the smiles dropped like corpses on a battlefield.

You patted Nyanko’s shoulder. “There, there. You did what you could.”

She sniffled, fanning her flushed face. You passed her a tissue. She dabbed at her make-up. Flecks of mascara peeled onto pale paper. Another sob wracked her body. “WHAT DOES HE WANT!?” she wailed.

“Seriously,” Pochi scratched her dangling ears. “Mama-san gave him to me last week. He told me ‘your skills need a level up’. What does that even mean?!” She swished her silky black tail. “Let’s see his mummy lips pull three champagne towers in one night!”

“Three? Were you in heat?”

She sneered wide enough to flash her canines. “I faked it.”

You laughed. “Hot, but scary Pochi-sama.”

She jerked a thumb over her shoulder, motioning to Nyanko’s limp body. “Blame Little Miss Crafty Kitten there. For 30,000 yen, she gave me a run down on my tells and I did my make-up and perfume to mimic them. Worth every penny.”

Nyanko’s blank eyes stared at nothing. “I am a good hostess. I am a good hostess. I am a good hostess.”

You gave her a long side eye. “You charged 30,000 yen for that?”

A shaking hand rose into the air. She clenched her thumb and index finger into a ring.

“And I’m the one going to hell?” you teased, handing her off to Pochi. “Here. I forgot something at the club. You two get going before the last train leaves. I’m close enough to walk.”

“Whatever,” Pochi groaned, hugging the crying cat to her chest. “Come on Nyanko. You had too much to drink.”

With a gentle wave, you watched them as they staggered down the sidewalk leaving only Nyanko's miserable whining in their wake. When the last sob slipped into silence, the false feelings melted from your expression. Every hair on your neck bristled. A hard heel thumped on the pavement. Fists clenched to your side, you dashed off into the nearest alleyway. Wrenching off your expensive pumps, you set them on the ground out of reach. Your vision swam blood red, you zeroed in on the filthy dumpster. All at once, a frustrated shriek tore through the night air.

"SCREW YOOOOOUUUUU!”

You slammed your heel down into the dumpster, leaving a dent in the rust.

"SCREW YOU! SCREW THIS JOB! SCREW EVERYTHING!”

Blow after blow rained down on the innocent trash receptacle. 

"DUMB BUNNY MY COTTON FLUFFY TAIL! I HAVE MORE BRAIN CELLS IN MY MANICURE THAN YOU HAVE IN YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY TREE!

Twisted metal groaned under the weight of your fury. Memories of fresh-from-college job interviews flashed through your mind.

"I don't know that you're a good fit for our culture." "You seem really nice but we're only looking for serious candidates." "Oh…. I have another position you can interview for, sweetie."

Judgey stares and smarmy grins seared your brain. Lava hot rage bubbled through your veins as you kicked the dumpster five centimeters off its axis.

"I'D THREATEN TO RAZE THIS WHOLE SOCIETY BUT NONE OF YOU IDIOTS ARE EVEN SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RAZE AND RAISE!"

Panting and raspy, you heaved for air in the middle of the pavement. With a final huff you tossed your hair, hiked up your purse, and strutted away.

At the end of the alley, bloodshot scarlet eyes were watching your entire tantrum. Just below them, a ghostly white smile glinted in the flickering amber light.

Next Chapter Expected: June 30th, 2023

Expected Completion Date: Mid-Aug 2023

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[ganymede-princess]

The Crimson King | Rhaegar Targaryen

ship: rhaegar targeryen x fem!oc

warnings: I really don't think there is any? jaime is a little scary i guess. OH and cannon divergence. Big ol' TW for that.

summary: a young crannogman girl meets the crowned prince on a very special occasion.

word count: 3298

a/n: phew! this was a long time coming. I hope you like it! (and if you don't fuck with the romance, there's a more interesting scene at the end!) There will be a part 2, just by the way ;)

written by @ganymedeprincess

The thick, hot air in the royal ballroom carried the scent of a thousand perfumed bodies. Long tables lined the room, piled high with foods from across the Seven Kingdoms. Among the dishes Frida spied fat frogs legs and water lily syrup from her home in the Neck, next to crabs and succulent fried fish from Lannisport, sweet pastries made from the honey of Highgarden, and bowls of flakey pink rock salt from Dragonstone. Despite the sight of countless exotic delicacies, her stomach churned.

Hundreds of highborn folk all milled around, laughing, dancing, talking, each one dressed more lavishly than the last. Frida had never seen so much silk in one place. Bewitched as she was with the nightlife of King's Landing, she found herself growing into the wall like an unsightly mushroom. She was acutely aware that she did not blend in with the royal aesthetics. Her unruly hair could only be half tamed and her mauve linen gown looked miserly next to the lavish satins and velvets that garbed the ruling class. Frida could feel a hundred sets of eyes boring into her, though when she glanced around, there were none there to meet. She thought there must be hearths burning somewhere. If there were no hearths, why did the air feel so heavy?

Frida searched the room for the face of her brother to no avail. Ewyn had no struggles with making friends in spite of his Crannogman roots and noticeable limp. Frida guessed he would be engaged by the end of the night. With no respite in sight and her breath coming shallower by the second, she made a hasty escape. She slipped around the edge of the ballroom, narrowly avoiding several dancing couples, at least three stray cats, and a drunken septon, before emerging onto a small rampart with stairs at either end. Frida thought it wise to take a quick turn around the rose garden below to calm herself, but once she reached a shadowed corner she could contain her exhaustion no longer and fell to her knees between two sweet smelling bushes. She did not cry, just breathed deeply, content in the knowledge that she was far away from prying eyes. Until she heard a sniffle from behind the rosebush to her left.

"Hello?" Frida's voice caught in her throat. There came no answer, just another quieter sniffle. "Who's there?"

"Nobody." Said the invisible man in a voice thick with sorrow. "Leave me."

"What's the matter?" The leaves rustled gently as Frida shifted awkwardly, trying her best to see through the thick bushes.

"Worry not."

"But you're crying."

"No." His voice cracked. "I am the- I am a man."

"What's that got to do with it?" Frida corrected. "My brother cries all the time, and he's already one and twenty."

There was a brief rustling in the bush and the clearing of a throat.

"What brings him to cry?" The voice seemed to settle a little.

"Oh everything!" Frida murmured. "Books, flowers, pretty sunsets. He cries almost every time he rides a horse. He has an injury to one of his legs, you see. A lizard-lion took his knee in its jaws and damn near tore his leg off! He used to love running, so riding is a real joy for him."

"A lizard-lion? You are from the Neck?"

Fuck. Frida thought. The voice carried the accent of King's Landing and she knew very well that folk from the capital were the most prejudiced against Crannogmen out of anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms. He was sure to send her away now, or worse.

"Yes."

"Tell me, what is it like there?"

"Oh- um. Wet." She babbled. "Very wet and slippery."

"I hear that beautiful flowers grow there." The man mused, his mild voice easing Frida's apprehension slightly.

"Yes. Ghost orchids, swamp arums, blue-eyed Bessies that grow on the trunks of trees; all of them beautiful." In a hushed voice she added, "But, do you know which is the most beautiful flower of all?"

"No, tell me."

"Black water lilies. My house has bred them to perfection."

"Your house?"

"I belong to House Fenn, Ser."

"Ah." There was a moment of surprisingly comfortable silence between them. "What brings you to the garden, my lady?"

"You take me for a lady?" Frida giggled.

"Are you not?" She could hear the smile return to his voice. "You take me for a Knight."

"Are you not?"

"I am, yes, but there is more to me than a knighthood."

"Such as?"

The man paused for a moment.

"You didn't answer my question."

Frida hesitated, searching for a way to put it lightly.

"The feast is full of beautiful people. I worried that my being there would ruin things."

"Why?"

"Well... I am ugly, Ser."

"Ugly?" His voice was curt with indignation. "Who led you to believe this?"

"My mother always told me that other folks look down on Crannogmen and that they find us ugly." In the anonymity of darkness, words tumbled out of her. "Though she also said I am ugly for a Crannogman."

A thick silence stood between them.

"How could a mother say such a thing to her child?"

"She's very sick, she doesn't think-"

"She's well enough that you believe her." The truth silenced Frida. "Come here so that I might see you for myself."

"You won't like it." She warned him and prepared herself to move, though she was unsure in which direction.

Frida heard the tink tink of flint against flint, then a warm glow began to shine through the rose bush. Her ears roared with the pounding of her heart, but she knew she had to show herself. She had to see the face of the man with the handsome voice, and more so she had to know what he thought of her. Trembling, she revealed herself. A black hood shrouded his face in shadow, but Frida could see his deep blue eyes widen, almost purple in the firelight.

"My lady-" His voice came in an urgent, breathy whisper.

"Don't."

She turned away from him, already humiliated, until she felt a hand gently guide her face back to him. She resisted, gripping his forearm.

"Please, look at me." Though his voice cracked in desperation, it was commanding enough that she turned to him again. The light caught his arrow-straight nose, and the soft pillow of his lips. Frida's breath hitched.

"I must take your mother for a liar, my lady."

"She said... people like you would think I look like a toad."

"No." He smiled. "But if you did, you would be a very beautiful toad indeed."

"Thank you." She blushed, somewhat sceptical. "Let me see you too."

"I can't, my-"

"Your Grace!" A tall, golden-haired man wearing a glittering white cloak and armour came careening around the corner of the hedge. "Gods, I thought I'd lost you. Avast, wench! Rise in the name of your king!"

The kingsguard drew his ornate longsword and pointed the sharp tip at Frida's face. Aghast, she cringed away from him and crawled a few paces back with him keeping pace.

"Enough, Jaime!" The shadowed man leapt to his feet and lunged forward to push the blade away, toppling over the lantern. "Can't you see she's harmless?"

"Kingslayer." The word was out of her mouth before Frida knew what she was saying. Jaime Lannister swung the sword back around to her.

"It's treason to disrespect a Kingsguard." The young man's eyes glittered with rage. "Say it once more and I'll cut the head from your shoulders, girl."

"Enough!" The shadowed man commanded, and grimacing, the Whitecloak stayed his blade. "Leave us."

"But, Your Grace-"

"Leave us. Alert Ser Barriston that the ceremony will take place as we discussed."

"Your Grace, I cannot leave you undefended."

"I have a sword on my hip and the skill to wield it. Leave us. You will not defy me again."

"Your Grace." Ser Jaime stalked off in a huff, his white cloak billowing behind him.

"Please," The shadowed man looked down at Frida, face creased with embarrassment. "Ser Jaime prefers the title The White Lion."

Frida gaped, wide eyed; knowing the truth but not believing it. As he picked up the lantern with his ungloved hand, Frida thought he would burn his fingers to the bone, but he simply dusted them on his coat, stamped out the fire in the grass with a black leather boot, and shed his hood to reveal a mop of hair that glimmered like spun silver. His eyes were wide and glassy, and Frida saw then that they truly were as purple as morning glory. He held out his hand, and for a moment all Frida could do was stare at it.

"My king." Frida could not keep the astonishment from her voice. "I'm sorry."

"For what reason?"

"I've spoken ill and disrespected you." She looked away. "I'm sure I have."

"I have heard no disrespect from you, lady, I am not so easily wounded. Please, take my hand." He pressed closer, a smile taking over his tear-streaked face when she let him pull her to her feet. "I appreciate your honest words, please do not dull your voice for the sake of my title. Besides, I ought to apologise for the behaviour of my protector. Please forgive him, he is young and still has much to learn."

"My king." Frida found herself without words.

"Go back to the feast, lady." The young dragon sighed and pressed a kiss against her palm. "I must prepare in my chambers. Thank you... for your kindness."

Without the wit to respond, Frida curtseyed clumsily and hurried back to the hall. Her head and heart were reeling with the urge to tell The Bloodmaid, her favourite weirwood from home, and she felt suddenly and starkly alone without the comfort of her red timber eyes. As she tumbled back into the ballroom, her gaze fell on her brother who leaned on a giant stone pillar, surrounded with a number of laughing Riverlander knights. Heart sinking, Frida took a steadying breath and marched up to the group.

"Ewyn, brother," Frida took him by the upper arm, silence falling on the group. "May I have a word, just for a moment?"

"Frida," Ewyn stumbled over his words. "Don't you see I'm busy?"

"Come, have a word with us, fair lady." Grinned a young man with red hair and a speckled face. "There is wine enough for another."

"Ed," Ewyn turned on him, scowling viciously. "Mind you don't drown in it, will you? Come on, Frida, let's talk."

He took her by the hand and limped away with impressive speed. When the pair were out of earshot, he frowned down at her.

"What is it?" Frida could smell the beer on his breath as he spoke.

"You're not going to believe me." She scratched her wrist, the sleeves on her dress suddenly feeling too close to her skin.

"I always believe you." Ewyn cocked an eyebrow, leaning against his mangrove cane.

"Well..." Frida chewed her fingers.

"You've been in the grass." He tutted derisively, green eyes alight with amusement.

She noticed that green stains marred her hem, along with her knees, and she assumed her buttocks too.

"Shit!" She muttered.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is that any way for a lady of the court to be speaking?"

"Oh, sod off." She aimed a half-hearted smack at his arm. "I'll have you know, it wasn't my fault. A Kingsguard knocked me over."

"A Kingsguard? Well, I suppose this is the place for it."

"Well... he was guarding the king."

Ewyn narrowed his eyes.

"What did you do? Spit on him?"

"No!" Frida pressed a hand against her cheek, trying to stave off the heat. "I just spoke to him, is all."

"You- you spoke to him?" His eyes were round as lily pads. "The king?"

"I didn't know it was him to start with. He was behind a bush with a cloak on, he could have been anybody."

"Yes, but-" He squinted, baffled. "He really spoke to you?"

"Yes-"

The trill of a lone trumpeter silenced them, and they turned to see a herald on the mezzanine above the ballroom.

"Make way to the Throne Room!" Though the herald was tall enough to be a man, his voice rang out high and clear as a child's. "The ceremony will begin presently!"

As the Goldcloaks pulled open the huge doors at the far end of the ballroom, Frida and Ewyn exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to discuss things later. They followed the snaking crowd down the long hallway until it opened into the cavernous throne room which was already teeming with smallfolk. A pair of enormous candelabras were suspended over the crowd, washing the blood red walls in firelight. Frida wondered how they kept the wax from dripping down on the folk below.

As they passed by the jostling throng of peasants and workers to take their places in front of the ornate barrier, she felt ashamed to be separated from them. Since childhood she had felt the earth on bare feet and worked hard to sustain her House; to be dressed in any kind of finery and placed above the common people felt farcical. Goldcloaks lined the edges of the passageway through the crowd, and Frida noticed they stood two abreast in the peasants' section at the back, and single file from the vassal and cadet houses, all the way to the lords and ladies of the great houses at the very front.

"What was he like?" Ewyn whispered.

"Sad." Frida sighed.

"Sad?" He raised an eyebrow, then nodded wisely. "It's the only way to feel in his position."

"Very lovely, though." She admitted. "He'll be a good king."

Her brother's eyes crinkled in amusement, then he jumped as the heralds rang out a triumphant cry from the back of the room. Silence fell over the crowd as every man, woman, and child turned at once. Frida peered through the crowd, barely able to see a thing. She could see a Targaryen flag bobbing over the crowd, sending an odd lump into her throat as it came closer, and closer. The entire room was silent except for the footsteps growing ever closer. No cheering or jeering, no coughing. Then, through the gap between the two Goldcloaks by her side she saw Ser Barristan Selmy stride through, holding a long staff with a red dragon flag of black silk, glorious in his white armour. Next was the crown prince himself, dressed in mournful black velvet finery and a heavy black cloak that dragged along the ground behind him. The sadness on his face seemed carved into stone, but he held his back straight and walked with the grace and strength of a king. Behind him, his remaining two Kingsguard marched beside each other, their heads held high in pride. Ser Jaime supported the tawny Dornishman Lewyn Martell, who limped along with one leg in a splint, their arms around each other in solidarity. Once the tiny party climbed all the way up the steps to the Iron Throne, Frida caught a glimpse of four men in white who stood a little ways down the steps, new blood waiting to be sworn into the Kingsguard: three fresh faced young warriors, and a grizzled man of middle age with deep auburn hair streaked with grey.

Selmy, Lannister, and Martell took their places beside their soon-to-be brothers, while Rhaegar stood before the Iron Throne, its silver blades forming rippling shadows on the massive horned dragon skull behind them. Frida imagined hundreds of fallen soldiers watching down on the man they had died for, using Balerion's great hollow eyes to see. If their loss weighed him down, he did not show it, standing strong as a giant on the steps where his father's blood once formed a crimson tide. The High Septon stood beside him, hands clasped in solemnity beneath dagged sleeves, heavy with jewels; and beside him stood the little prince Viserys, milk white curls almost to his waist, dutifully clutching a red lacquer box. Rhaegar's eyes swept across the crowd, burning with pride, grief... perhaps even fear; then he knelt, his black velvet cloak folding around his frame like a pair of wings.

"By the light of the Seven, we gather this night to welcome a new king. Let us pray." Every faithful soul in the crowd placed hand over heart at the septon's words. Even for Frida, who's gods were cold and wild, it was hard not to be moved. "May the Warrior lend him the courage of his ancestors, that he might lead us with a bold heart through the harshest of winters; and may the Smith guide him to mend the divisions of our realm. May the Maiden warm his bed with a fitting bride and many sons; and the Crone bless him with wisdom to pass on to his heirs. May the Father Above guide him to justice, and the Mother protect him from harm. And the Stranger- when he must come- may he take him kindly."

The Septon turned, and Little Viserys fumbled to open the box. Frida heart swelled when she spotted an encouraging smile on Rhaegar's face, which seemed to grant the toddler enough strength to get the lid off. He tottered forward and held it up above his head, and the Septon took out a plain gold circlet and nestled it into the King's pale curls.

"Under seven sets of watchful eyes, I name King Rhaegar of House Targaryen, the first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. Long may he reign."

"Long may he reign." The crowd echoed as one.

Rhaegar rose to face them, and as he did, Frida saw that his crown was adorned with a single glimmering ruby that sat just above his eyes on a fine gold chain. He thrust his fist to the sky, and the room filled with the thunder of cheers and feet drumming on the stone floor. He seemed to drink in the praise, determination steeling his gaze. He dropped his fist to his side, silencing the crowd.

"From childhood, I knew the day my reign began would be marred with grief, but I could never have dreamt of the loss the realm has suffered for my coronation. I know that every soul in the Seven Kingdoms grieves for someone lost to this bloody rebellion, or my father's madness. King Aerys saw enemies in every shadow, and would have razed this city to the ground just to flood it with light and annihilate his mummer's adversaries. I saw smallfolk treated worse than dogs; children whipped by Goldcloaks in the street. How could a man see such tyranny and not rebel? Robert Baratheon's courage was admirable, and in another life I might have fought beside him and called him 'brother;' but his war was not the answer, and now we are left with the consequence. As I stand here now with you as my witnesses, I promise to usher in a new age of the Targaryen dynasty. An age of peace and unity, of prosperity and change. The House of the Dragon will reforge, and the realm along with it."

He stood in silence a moment, eyes ablaze. Then as the crowd erupted once more, he turned, his cloak billowing a red dragon on black, and stepped up to the Iron Throne on a stair forged from a giant warhammer. The heralds blared, Frida applauded until her hands burned with the effort and her heart hammered in her chest, and when she was done she felt her face wet with tears.

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[boba-beom]

I don’t think I can choose just one Yeonjun Picture because this man has me in a chock hold and on my knees ready to obey. So I have these two which I am absolutely in love with at this time😍

yj x f!reader ❥ warning(s): long-term established relationship, endearing terms (princess, good girl, sweet baby), ‘daddy’ for yeonjun OOP, suggestive themes, not proofread ❥ genre: fluff, suggestive, drabble ❥ a/n: this immediately made me think about I'll bring her back home early to she calls me daddy too 😵‍💫 which is exactly what imma do hehe ❥ wc: 759

you've been dating yeonjun since senior year high school when he had driven you home after your study sessions together, and eventually your parents wanted you to introduce him to them.

and so you did. you remembered him wearing a baby blue button down of light material, his buttons at the top were undone and you couldn't risk your dad meeting your boyfriend like that, so you had to button it up for him while giving him a pep talk.

"jjun, there's no way you're making your first impression on them like this." you sorted out his collar, sliding your hands past his collarbones and resting them on his broad shoulders.

"yeah well," he kissed your forehead, "it worked on you."

he would always tease you like this in private, and it was a version of him you found so attractive. and luckily, your parents approved of him to being your boyfriend. your mom thought he was responsible, and even the gesture of driving you home was something your mom took into account. your dad surprisingly liked him just as much, after bonding about cars and being the respectful gentle man yeonjun was, your dad approved.

when it came round to your first evening date, you were ready in your pretty black dress, the skirt just resting above your knees and you were excited, but you were also intrigued to see how your dad would react to this date.

the moment yeonjun arrived he was stood by your front porch with a bouquet of flowers.

"good evening, I'll be taking yn out for our date." he shook your dad's hand, nice and firm while you waited for his response.

"I don't want any funny business tonight, okay?"

"understood, I'll bring her home early after the dinner." yeonjun had his charming smile adorned on his perfectly pink lips that could woo the heart of anyone, and your dad just so happened to have a soft spot for him, not to mention he was impressed with the respect he held out for him.

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a few years down the line and you're about to finish university, still in your long-term relationship with yeonjun. he had decided to take you out for dinner — the same place he took you for your first date — to celebrate your anniversary.

“you look stunning, princess.” he whispers by your ear while his hands roam around your waist, circling your torso until he rests them low on your hips.

“of course, I have a stunning boyfriend to keep up with.” you teasingly roll your eyes as you look at him through the mirror. turning to face him, his hands stay by your sides until they venture further down, giving your ass a gentle squeeze through your satin, emerald green slip dress. “did I also mention I love it when you leave the top unbuttoned?”

he wore a white pinstripe dress shirt and in all honesty, he looked incredible in it. you play with the dainty pendant on his necklace, twirling it with your fingers as you lean in to kiss his exposed neck. he sighs from the contact, pulling you closer to him.

“or how about we spend the night in, hm? we could rest… and cuddle… or sleep... ? ” he drags out each suggestion, definitely not what he’s trying to insinuate. he tucks a lose strand behind your ear before kissing the junction where your jawline meets the bottom of your ear, “or you could be a good girl for me and I could–”

“daddy,” you whine breathlessly, “I’m always a good girl, regardless.”

you earn an endearing chuckle from him as he looks down and shakes his head. “you’re right, my sweet girl is always good, only to me.” he kisses your forehead and then grabs your coat, holding it out for you to slide your arms through.

“I want to stop over at my parents’ house before we go to the restaurant. Just gonna drop off the gifts I bought for them.” you look up at him and catch the slight smirk upon his lips. “now what’s that for?”

you can tell he’s refraining from grinning so much, his lips are starting to tip into his attractive downward smile.

“want me to tell your dad you call me daddy too?” he playfully winks at you before taking out his keys to unlock the car.

it wasn’t until he looked back at you when he realised you were shaking your head at him.

“what? it’s true though.” he laughs.

“I know, baby. but that stays between us.” you kiss his cheek before walking to the car together.

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[tessa-liam]

Marabelle

Marabelle 

-4- The Beaumont Bash 

Book: Choices – The Royal Romance, an AU series 

Series Premise: An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobles, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret? 

Catch up: Masterlist 

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Sophia (Sophie) 

Other Pairing: Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC) 

                           Drake Walker x F!OC Melanie Smithson 

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except Sophia Taylor, Bethany Beaumont, Melanie Smithson, Tyler Gregson (Liam’s assistant), Elena (dress shop attendant) 

Rating: M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language. Not Beta’d: Please excuse all errors. 

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

Words: 2173

-4- The Beaumont Bash 

Chapter Summary: Sophie prepares for her first Beaumont Bash and is introduced to Bertrand’s love interest/Drake’s sister/future ally, Savannah Walker. 

Music Inspiration: Just the Way You Are, Bruno Mars 

   Love Story, Taylor Swift 

 A/N1: This is my submission for Choices April Challenge @choicesmonthlychallenge @lovealexhunt @aprilchallenge prompts, love is in the air, dinner, flower crown #april challenge 

A/N2: This is my submission for @choicesflashfics Week#30, Prompt3-  “That’s how the story goes.” 

A/N3: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the US: is Barthelemy Beaumont’s 2nd wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) was Bertrand’s mother. 

A/N4: Social Season in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in balls, dinner parties and charity events. 

A/N5: Thank you @peonierose for the inspirational quote!

Cordonian Capital...

It was a cloudy Tuesday morning in the Capital, which meant it was a good day to spend shopping. Keeping her promise to take her niece to the shopping district, Bethany smiled watching Sophie's excitement as the driver turned the Escalade SUV into the parking lot of an upscale formal wear boutique and parked alongside the floor to ceiling display window. 

“Duchess Bethany, good morning,” the elegant shop owner walked up to Sophie’s aunt in greeting as they entered the building. “This must be Lady Sophia, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”  

Gazing at the display mannequins, Sophie turned and smiled, greeting the well-dressed woman. 

“Hello, good morning; your dresses are gorgeous!” 

“Thank you, I have taken the liberty of pre-selecting a sampling of the latest trending styles for you and placed them in the dressing room. My assistant is at your service this morning for whatever you need. I am sure that you will find the perfect dress for the occasion.”  

A petite woman appeared alongside a Sophie. “Please follow me, my lady,” the shop tailer smiled. “My name is Elena.” 

*** 

After trying on several styles and colors, the dress she fell in love with was a deep burgundy red, an A-line V-neck asymmetrical satin dress. 

Standing on the pedestal inside the dressing room of the boutique, Sophie looked at her reflection in the three-way full length mirror, critically. 

“Auntie, I found my dress! What do you think?” 

Sophie took a selfie and sent it off to Daniel for his opinion. 

“Oh, my dear, it’s lovely! That color flatters your complexion and hair color perfectly.” 

“It is a pleasure fitting such a lovely figure...ahhh to be young again.” Elena tittered as she handed her a pair of gold heels to try. 

“Lady Sophia, these stilettos will give you some added height.”   

‘I feel like Cinderella!’ Sophie thought to herself as she slipped on the heels and stood up straight. Sending another picture to her best friend, she made sure to include the shoes. 

Sophie’s phone instantly pinged with Daniel’s return message:  

‘Girl, look at your killer legs! GET IT! 🔥🔥🔥’ 

Sophie giggled at his response, texting back, ‘OK, OK, don’t hold anything back, now🫡😁!'

Sophie clicked off her phone before reading Daniel's reply, 'can't wait to see you this weekend! 😘 '

*** 

The Beaumont Estate...

Maxwell browsed through the endless list of Netflix movies on his phone, looking for a movie line-up for tonight’s viewing. Tonight, being a Tuesday, was the weekly ‘Maxwell Movie Marathon’. Max was excited to introduce his cousin to her inaugural movie night, complete with New York style deep dish pizza and his infamous ‘Beaumont Brew’. 

“Hey Maxxy,” Savannah Walker walked into the theatre room giving her friend a hug.  

“Hi, Sav. What do you think of these movies for tonight?” 

Glancing at his phone, “Oooooo, I love ‘Dirty Dancing’! Are you sure your brother will approve?”  

Maxwell gave her a lopsided grin, “I’ve been telling him about my plans since my cousin arrived. You should have seen how much fun we had watching ‘Titanic’ together last Tuesday night.” 

Savannah, Drake’s little sister, has a crush on Bertrand, still unbeknownst to Bertrand. Maxwell knew, however. 

“Well, you are my guest tonight, so I will let you pick the second movie.” 

Without hesitating, “‘Pretty Woman’”, Savannah announced. 

“Ha, I see where you are going with that,” Maxwell cheekily replied. 

She laughed as she pulled out a chair next to Maxwell, who had taken a seat on the sofa.  

“You know what your brother is like. If he sees it being played out before him, he will see for himself, and then he will realize, 'that's how the story goes.’ Or at the very least, I hope so.” 

Maxwell looked at Savannah, shaking his head. "Ahhh, 'love is in the air.' You are getting desperate Sav. I hope he gets the hint....maybe you should wear a flower crown.” 

"Ha ha, Maxxy!" Savannah sighed, shaking her head.

*** 

Sophie walked through the estate doors, returning with her aunt, after spending the day shopping. Feeling the excitement building up within her, she went up the grand staircase quickly, turned to the right and sprinted to her bedroom, depositing her parcels on top of her bed. 

After putting away her new shoes, and hanging the garment bag into her walk-in closet, Sophie looked at the gift she selected for Liam. The Swarovski crystal paperweight, with a gold inlay, was a miniature statue of liberty. Sophie thought back to the conversation she shared with him the day she was introduced to Marabelle. Liam was fascinated with the fact that Sophie had visited the monument many times. Even though the prince had visited New York City a handful of times, his advisors dictated that visiting the tourist attraction was a safety risk. With his security detail constantly ghosting his movements, this symbol of freedom was elusive for him.  

Similar to Liam, Sophie shared a love of history and described her visits to the statue and to Ellis Island. Liam was entranced with her insights and her knowledge of the backstory and meaning of the monument. 

The gold inlay was engraved with the inscription, ‘your breath of freedom.’ A moniker, Liam gave to Sophie that day. 

*** 

Walking into the theatre room, the smell of pizza wafting through the air, Sophie spotted Maxwell sitting comfortably on the sofa. He waved her over to sit beside him, handing her a tall cocktail glass of a blue liquid. 

“Okay, Max, I give up.” 

Sophie smirked at her cousin, taking a whiff of the drink. 

“Ohhh, this smells so good. What’s in it?” 

“Rum, vodka, blue curacao, pineapple juice, lime juice and ice.” 

“Don’t forget your secret ingredient.” Savannah giggled. 

“Hence. Secret. Ingredient!” Maxwell retorted. 

“Hi, it’s Sophie, right?” Savannah smiled at Sophie, and swatted Maxwell. 

As Maxwell feigned an injury, his eyes went wide when he realized that he didn’t introduce his cousin. 

“Yeah, Maxwell!” Sophie extended her hand in greeting and then poked Maxwell in the ribs. 

“What would Bertrand think?” Sophie teased. 

“I am certainly not impressed Maxwell.” Bertrand huffed and walked past his brother sitting on the wingback across from the sofa. 

Maxwell felt his cheeks redden. “What’s wrong with me?” Maxwell asked. “I’m always nice to people.” 

“You’re being sarcastic, aren’t you?” Sophie raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes, yes I am.” Maxwell challenged his brother, staring him down. 

Savannah stood up and motioned to Sophie to come with her to get pizza. 

“Yes, I am starving, good idea.” Sophie stood up to also get pizza with Savannah. 

“Wait! You didn’t select the movie you want to watch, Soph.” Maxwell bounded up following Sophie to the pizza.  

“Umm, let’s see...I know! “How about...’The Conjuring’?” Sophie answered. 

“Ooaa, scary! Love it!” Maxwell pulled out his phone to add it to the movie queue. 

*** 

After the first movie ended, Savannah moved over to sit beside Sophie and grabbed a handful of jelly beans from the candy bowl. 

“So how did you like the first movie?”  

Sophie smiled. “Honestly? I have seen it now for the fourth time.” Savannah laughed, “for me, it’s the third time; I really wish they had that type of dance in the clubs here in Cordonia.” 

“Savannah is originally from Texas and is still getting used to the slower pace of courtly life here.” Maxwell sighed. 

“Really, now I am curious. What should I expect at the Bash on Saturday?” Sophie looked puzzled at Savannah and Maxwell. 

“It’s a pretty informal event, but there’s also going to be formal dancing after dinner. It’s a tradition here, especially with both princes attending.” Maxwell explained. 

“Prince Leo has a reputation for being a bit of a ladies' man, even though he is betrothed to Madeleine. So, I imagine you might see some interesting things happening.” Savannah added. 

“Interesting how?” Sophie wondered aloud. 

“Well, the last time he attended, one of the guests was Princess Marguerite. She was dressed in a very revealing outfit, and Prince Leo was seen dancing with her quite a few times throughout the evening,” Savannah explained. 

“Madeleine was livid and threw her drink in his face.” Maxwell chuckled. 

“It is very unbecoming to gossip about members of court.” Bertrand interjected. “Sophia, don’t let these comments discolor your opinion of the noble life here in Cordonia.” 

Changing the subject, Savannah asked, “What types of music do you like to dance to, Sophie?” 

“Oh, I love dancing! But I never went to any clubs; only at parties or school events.” 

“What types of music will be played after dinner this Saturday?” 

“Mostly current pop music with the exception of the first dance. That is the one dance you can count on to be played by the orchestra. The Cordonian Waltz.” 

“It’s a tradition for the King to dance with the senior noble of the house to open the dance floor for the guests.” 

“For this Beaumont Bash, Crown Prince Leo will dance with my mother,” Maxwell added. 

“Which reminds me, Sophie, I need to teach you how to dance this waltz.” 

“Me? Why me?” Sophie challenged her cousin. 

Without giving anything away to Sophie about Saturday and the planned surprise birthday celebration, he explained, “just in case you are asked to dance by Prince Liam.” 

*** 

As the evening winded down, Savannah prepared to go home.  

“Hey Savvy,” Sophie called out to her new friend.  

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure,” Savannah smiled. 

“Do you have any advice for me about how to fix my hair for the Bash?” 

“Why are you asking me this? I mean, you have such beautiful hair!” 

“Yeah, well...I was thinking of wearing a half up-do and I need someone to help me pin it. Auntie Beth will be busy preparing for the dinner.” 

“I would love to, I will get Drake to drop me off here an hour early on Saturday.” 

*** 

It was the evening of the Beaumont Bash and Sophie was brushing her long, auburn hair. Sophie stared at her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom vanity. 

Savannah was coming upstairs to help with her hair in a few minutes, and she had just finished applying her makeup. 

‘Okay, Soph... tonight is the Bash...why are you so nervous?’ 

After dabbing her perfume on her neck and wrists, she slid the gold upper arm bracelet cuff into place, followed by her mother’s gold locket necklace around her neck.  

Savannah knocked lightly on her bedroom door and opened it slowly. 

“Are you ready for me?” 

“Almost, come in, Savannah,” Sophie called. 

***

Bertrand walked toward Sophie as she stepped off the grand staircase.

Taking her hand, he moved her toward the ornate double doors of the ballroom.

"Are you ready, my dear?"

Taking a deep breath Sophie replied, "yes".

Offering his arm, she slipped her hand around his arm and together they moved forward.

"Presenting his grace, Duke Bertrand Beaumont of Ramsford escorting Lady Sophia Taylor of House Beaumont."

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[crescent-witch]

Welcome Home

pairing: yandere/dark!mad hatter!yelena x alice!reader

summary: yelena introduces you to your new life.

warnings: kidnapping, drugging, pet names, dark!yelena, dumbification, praise, thigh riding, mentions of obsessive behaviour | Minors DNI

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this series probably seems so random to everyone else on tumblr but at this point me and @slightly-smarter-nat have all but created a printerest board for it. this is 95% of what we talk about.

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You screwed your eyes shut again almost immediately after opening them. Sunlight flooded your senses and did nothing to help the dull ache in your head.

You hated waking up already, so the fact that you felt like your thoughts were trying to swim through a layer of smog was making it all the worse. Your head felt fuzzy and you found yourself not being able to hold onto one thought too long before it slipped out or your grasp.

At least the blurriness in your vision had gone. Before you passed out you could hardly make out anything around you, but from the second you opened your eyes it was if everything in the world was in hyper-focus. Everything seemed more sharp and vibrant, although perhaps that was just the environment you were sat in.

The walls were painted with swirls of pastels and flowers of every different kind, if almost felt as if you were sat in a meadow. The windows and walls were lined with the same dark oak all the furniture was made out of, and you were able to deduce that you were in someone’s bedroom.

You hadn’t been placed on the big double bed sat in the middle of the room. Instead you found yourself huddled on a giant rocking chair, and the motion of the chair going back and forth almost made you want to throw up.

“Ah, you are finally awake!” You heard a voice say cheerily, and your eyes quickly scanned the room until they landed on Yelena standing in the doorway with a tray of food and a book in her hands, “I was scared I had given you too much tea and you were going to sleep for the rest of the day.”

You started to panic as you realised you didn’t know how long you had been unconscious for. Your dress had remained the same, but Yelena’s outfit had changed. Now she just bore simple trousers and a white button up. The only odd thing she wore was a crimson top hat with green feathers stemming from the satin ribbon wrapped around the base of it.

You pushed yourself as far into the chair as you could as Yelena approached you, flinching away from her as she reached out to pet your hair.

Yelena frowned as you stared up at her in fear, silently begging her to stay away from you. The last thing you remembered was passing out in her lap, there was no way you wanted her anywhere near you.

“Poor baby. You’re just confused.” She cooed at you, trying to conceal the hurt in her voice as you pressed yourself as far away from her as the chair would allow.

“Here, you drink this and I am going to explain everything to you.” Yelena said, holding out a fresh cup of tea.

“No, I don’t wanna sleep again.” You shook your head, trying to push her hand away as the thought of drinking more tea made your stomach churn.

“It is not going to make you sleepy, detka. I promise. It will just help you relax.” Yelena told you.

You wanted to protest. You didn’t trust anything she gave you anymore. But the blonde didn’t give you any choice as she raised the cup to your lips and the only thing you could do to avoid the scalding liquid spilling onto your chest was to swallow it, causing Yelena to grin widely at you.

“Good girl!” She praised you happily, setting the cup in your hands to allow you to finish the remainder of the tea in the mug, “Now, let me tell you a story?”

“A story?” You asked, confused, as Yelena squeezed herself into the rocking chair next to, leaving little space for you to distance yourself from her.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as Yelena grabbed the book she brought with her off of the tray. It didn’t look like a real book. More like something a child would write, which confused you even more. Why would Yelena have a story written by a child? And why would she want to read it you?

“Mhm. A story.” Yelena nodded, flipping through the pages, “So get comfortable.”

The story Yelena told you was strange, but you found yourself enjoying it nonetheless.

Straight away you could tell that it was her that wrote it, most likely when she was a child. You could see bits of her reflected in the hero, the way they spoke and the little habits she had given them.

You couldn’t help but smile as Yelena got lost in narrating the story. Her wild hand gestures whenever she was reading out an exciting piece of action. The way her nose would crinkle when she read something really happy. It was a sight you couldn’t tear yourself away from. She got so excited as she told you the tale of her character - The Mad Hatter, she had named them - saving the other character Alice. Protecting her and working with her to save Wonderland. It was a fantastical book that you couldn’t get enough of.

Despite your great reluctance, after a view pointed looks from Yelena you eventually began sipping on your tea. Soon you started gulping it down as you felt whatever chemicals or herbs were in it take affect.

The fog that clouded your head when you first woke up once again thickened. But Yelena was right, the tea didn’t make you want to sleep. You started giggling, even when there was nothing remotely funny, and the look of amusement Yelena gave you every so often was enough to send you into another fit of laughter.

Eventually your laughter ceased, but the clouding in your brain remained. The feeling made you think back to when your father would take you swimming in the lake near your house in the summer and you would dunk you head under the water, the sound of muted voices above the water oddly soothing to you.

Except now, instead of the voices of your father and brother at the top of your lake, it was your own thoughts that were muffled. Only a few managed to slip through the cracks, but the ones worrying about safety or what Yelena was doing to you were drowned out.

By the time Yelena was finished reading you could barely sit upright and had your head resting against her shoulder, curled into her side, and Yelena was smiling down at you triumphantly.

“Mmm, that was a nice story.” You hummed as Yelena put the book down and took your empty mug, setting it back on the tray, “Why’d you tell me it, though?”

“Aw, silly baby.” Yelena chuckled, “Have you really not figured it out yet? Come on. What is Yelena up to?”

You frowned as you tried to sift through your jumbled thoughts, but it was no use. At that point you could hardly remember that Yelena had kidnapped you.

“Do not worry, printsessa. I know your brain is too scrambled right now to figure it out. I will help you.” Yelena told you, her words causing your cheeks to heat up, “I have lived in Natasha’s shadow my entire life, Y/n. She was always the golden child. The one to set the bar for success. And it only got worse when her and her little group of friends became self-proclaimed heroes. Did she tell you that the Queen offered her a place on her personal guard?” You nodded, remembering how excited Natasha was when she practically tackled you in the street to tell you, although the memory quickly slipped from your mind and you found that you weren’t able to recall it again, “Well, lately I realised something. I do not want to be a big hero who’s captain of the guard or famous across Wonderland. All I want is an Alice of my own to protect.” Yelena explained, referring to the character in her book, and you nodded along, although you were still unsure of what that had to do with you, “Oh, dorogoya. You still do not understand, do you? You are going to be my Alice.“

Even through your haze alarm bells were going off in your head and you shook your head, trying to push yourself away from Yelena, but her sudden iron grip on your thigh stopped you from moving.

“Yelena, this is insane.” You told her as the pieces of what she was doing finally clicked into place, “You can’t just kidnap me. And besides, my name isn’t even Alice.”

You knew it was a stupid and tedious point to make, but by then Yelena was practically manic with excitement, and you figured appealing to the slight flaw in her plan was your only chance.

“That does not matter, printsessa. In a few moments you will not even remember that.” Caught up in trying to decipher what Yelena meant, you didn’t even realise her hands had slid their way over your hips until you felt your entire body being lifted up and you were suddenly being placed on Yelena’s lap, her thigh slotting in between your legs.

“All those thoughts trying to fight their way into your head.” Yelena tutted and without any warning she jerked her leg up, pressing her thigh roughly against you, the contact dragging you back down into peaceful oblivion.

“The batch of tea I gave you at the tea party just had a simple sleeping drought I bought from a travelling witch in it, but I think I prefer this batch much more.” Yelena told you, subtly moving her leg up and down as she relished in the way your eyes glossed over and your jaw went slack, “In this batch I put in a special plant called Kandahār Root. It is native to Wonderland. If someone not from this realm were to consume it, they would die instantly. However, if a Wonderlandian consumes it, it simply puts them in a much more complaint state. You are still you. You still have your own personality and thought process and opinions. You are just a lot more pliant and willing. Much more susceptible to suggestion.”

Under any other circumstance Yelena would be much less inclined to tell you everything she had done, to explain every little detail of her plan. But looking at you with your unfocused eyes and dropped jaw, beginning to move your hips against her leg, she couldn’t help but revel in how trapped you were. She wanted you to know just how much control she had over you before you lost yourself to her completely.

“Go on, detka. Grind yourself on me. Let all your thoughts empty out. Become my Alice.”

Finally giving in, you let out a loud, guttural moan as you pushed yourself against Yelena. You should have been embarrassed at how quickly you gave in to the situation you were in, but by then it felt almost impossible to resist.

Yelena’s eyes rolled back in her head as she briefly allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure of you. The look of you grinding into her, moaning and whimpering just for her. The clouded arousal and love in your eyes as you stared at her before your head fell into the crook of her neck, unable to keep yourself sitting up anymore.

“So good for me.” She whispered, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders before trailing down your arms with a feather-light touch, rising goosebumps in their wake before settling on your hips, helping your movements, “My good little Alice.”

“Yelena.” You whined, yelping in pain and shock as one of Yelena’s hands lifted from your hip and tangled in your hair, ripping you away from her neck.

“That’s not my name.” She scolded you, glaring harshly, “Go on. Say my name and I’ll let you cum for me.”

The thought of cumming against Yelena’s thigh spurred you on, and you desperately racked your fucked out brain for anything she mentioned she wanted you to call her.

“Come on, detka. Surely you have not went so dumb so quickly?” She raised an eyebrow at you, her hand on your hip slowing your movements, “You can speed back up again when you figure it out. It should not be too difficult. If you are my Alice, then what am I?”

Your eyes lit up as it finally clicked in your head, and as soon as you realised what she wanted you to call her it was like someone had switched your thoughts off.

“Hatter!” You cried, Yelena letting you continue grinding since you figured it out.

Normally you would have been humiliated at getting off on Yelena’s thigh like you were doing, but there wasn’t a single thought in your head as you mindlessly humped Yelena’s leg, arousal soaking through your underwear.

“Such a good girl for me. Such a good slut.” Yelena said as your rhythm began to stutter and you rapidly approached your climax. You nearly screamed when Yelena moved your underwear to the side to rub quick, harsh circles on your clit as you struggled to keep bouncing up and down.

“Are you close, printsessa? You want to cum for Hatter?”

The title she had given herself was so unusual, but it oddly held so much dominance that it made you feel weak, you could barely keep yourself up. You quickly nodded your head, attempting to beg for release through incoherent babbling and moans as a trickle of drool dribbled out from the corner of your mouth.

“So messy.” Yelena cooed as she watched more saliva slip out of your mouth and down your chin, but you were too far gone to care or even wipe it away, “Go on, my Alice. Cum for me.”

Your orgasm was instantaneous and euphoric as Yelena gave you permission. Your toes curled as shock waves of pleasure rolled through you and you collapsed against Yelena’s chest, moaning and writhing as you tried to catch your breath.

“You have no idea how long I have waited for this.” Yelena whispered to you as she stroked your hair, your head resting comfortably against her shoulder as you came down from your high, “I have been waiting for years for the perfect time to take you. I have had to endure watching you flirt with others. Watching them touch you, thinking they had the right to touch my property.”

The possessive tone Yelena held sent shivers down your spine as you cuddled into her further.

“Do not worry, printsessa. I will not let anyone make that mistake again. You are going to stay here with me and be my pretty pet. Maybe I wil even get you a cute little blue dress and black hair bow, like Alice’s outfit from my book.”

You nodded your head against Yelena as your breathing finally started to even out, and she looked down at you with as much love as a person possibly could.

“Sleep, my Alice.” She encouraged you, pulling you further into her lap as she continued to pet your hair and soothe you, “I will still be here when you wake up. Just be a good girl and go to sleep for me.”

You felt warmth embrace you as Yelena wrapped her spare arm around you. While listening to the even beat of her heart, you had no choice but to allow yourself to be dragged back into another peaceful sleep. But this time you were happy knowing you would wake up in Yelena’s arms.

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[obxone]

For Me (Part 2)

Edited-ish -- ~1.5k words. (@roseshopper I hope you like the second part!)

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It was MidSummers and you were excited to go and enjoy a night dancing with your friends. “Honey?” Your mom called before stepping just inside your room. “These would be beautiful on you tonight.”

You turn away from the mirror and look at what she holds out in her palm. A satin cloth that held a pair of emerald drop earrings rested there. You gasp and gently run your finger over the stones. They were worn in one of the family portraits downstairs.

“They belonged to Grandma Cecile and she’d be pleased to see you wear them tonight.”

“Thank you!” You gently pluck one from the cloth to slip it in and secure it before doing the next one. 

“Now let me see you,” she says, holding you at arm's length. “Beautiful. You look so much like your Aunt Poppy.”

“Are my beautiful girls ready to go dance the night away?” Your father asks from the hallway. Your mom shifts to stand beside you and he steps into the room. “Wow, you look so beautiful Sweetheart.”

You smile, looking down at the deep green satin gown. You had fallen in love with instantly when you tried it on at the dress store in town. It was a-line, backless with thin straps going over your shoulders to crisscross over your back, a slit up your thigh, and a subtle sweetheart neckline. Your hair was half up/half down with loose curls and now your earrings tied it all together. 

“Let's not forget this,” Your dad approaches placing a delicate crown of small soft pink flowers and baby’s breath on your head.

“It’s beautiful!”

“Rose Cameron helped me pick it out when she ordered Sarah's,” your mom says fixing it to sit just right. “Ready to go?”

“Yes,” you smile grabbing your clutch and following them down the stairs and out to the waiting car.

Once you get to the party true to their usual fashion your parents set off to mingle and you set off to find your group of friends first. “Sarah!” You smile grasping her hand and admiring her white dress. “You look so pretty!”

“You are gorgeous. I hope Rafe eats his heart out tonight.”

You blush before clasping her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. You quickly find your other friends on the dance floor, wine glasses already in their hands. 

“Here!” Anna offers, and you take it giving her a wink. You swallow a generous sip before passing it to Sarah who laughs and does the same while ducking from her parents. You sway a little with the music before taking another sip and glancing to see Kelce, Rafe, and Topper standing not far away. Your gaze locks on Rafe’s and he drags his hand over his mouth. His eyes never leaving you. You bite your lip and turn in a small circle showing him your entire outfit. You smile at him and he shakes his head with a smirk knowing exactly what you are doing. After that day at the clubhouse, you had steered clear, not trusting that what he promised wasn’t just a promise to keep you both at that moment on the beach. But tonight, your confidence was at a max, the wine was delicious, and you may already have a slight buzz.

“Kelce,” you call and he looks at you, tipping his head as he drags his gaze down the length of you. “Come dance with me!”

He shrugs handing Topper his drink before coming to you. You grasp his hand while the other falls to your waist. You dance together and the other girls cat-call making you laugh. He dips his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“I know you are doing this to rile up my boy, but I’ll play along.”

You bite your lip, blushing at being called out.

"Besides looking like you do in this dress, you deserve to be danced with." He flashes a bright smile before dipping you dramatically making you giggle. 

“My turn with Sarah!” Topper approaches once Kelce has you righted back on your feet and Sarah blushes. He pulls her close and they dance away deeper into the crowd.  

“Kelce, go spin Anna around on the dance floor. I need water,” you whisper and let him go. He shimmies to her making you all giggle. You pluck a glass of water from a passing server and step off the edge of the dance floor to watch your friends as they laugh and spin around each other. 

Rafe’s hand brushes the skin of your back and you glance. He stands next to you, his fingertips skimming over your back. “You are stunning in that dress."

“Thanks!” You smile placing the now half-empty glass on the table behind you.“You look handsome in your suit.”

He watches you as you turn to adjust his bowtie, straightening it. His breath fans over your face and you look up meeting his gaze. You stare at one another for a moment, nothing said. His trademark charming smirk on his face. His hands slide on your arms, his touch warm and sending tingles through your body. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip and you shiver. Your body almost betraying your mind as the temptation to move closer floods you.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You glance away over his shoulder, your cheeks warming at him noticing your absence. You try to maintain your composure while he touches your face, his touch gentle, tempting. “I told you what I needed.” You smile at him weakly before you lean up, hands on his chest, to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His hands move to your back, pulling you closer. But you step back only slightly and he stares into your eyes. His fingertips press into the skin of your back wanting to pull you back into him. “I hope you can be the man I know you are Rafe, I really do, because I would do anything for that man. But this new kook bro, I can’t stand to be around.”

You slip away from him then and start up the steps to go inside. You needed a second to gather yourself as your heart raced. You slip into the ladies' locker room and exhale bracing your hands on the sink. After kissing him that day on the beach you had thought of nothing else. He had been Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince, your whole life, but after that he was Rafe Cameron, the man who made your heart race and your mind spiral.

“Sweetheart?” Your mom enters right behind you. Her hands are on your hair and shoulder. “What is it?”

“I got too hot,” you murmur, closing your eyes. “I just need a moment in the air conditioning."

“Should I get someone to take you home?”

You shake your head, meeting her gaze through the mirror. “No, but thank you.” 

“Okay,” she presses a kiss to your temple before going. You exhale and turn to lean back against the counter and shake your hands out. The stall opens and Kie emerges. You smile at her. 

“Hi Kie, how are you?”

“I’m good,” she shrugs. “Would rather be anywhere else though.”

“Fair,” you smile at her. “I love the dress.”

“Yours too. Did you find it in town?”

You nod as she washes her hands before turning to you as she dries them. 

“Thank you for a couple of weeks ago. Helping JJ keep his job.”

“Of course,” you smile, glancing as an older woman comes into the locker room. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

She grins at you. “See you around.”

You watch her go before you take one last look in the mirror before going back outside. On the exterior you looked perfect. You enter the hallway, but an arm hooks around your waist to pull you into an empty billiards room. Your back meets the wall and Rafe stares down at you. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” Your hands are on his chest. You stare up at him and offer a small smile. “Rafe, I’m okay.” 

He exhales, the tip of his tongue dragging across his bottom lip before he moves quickly. His hands cup your face, forehead pressed to yours as he leans into you, and you inhale sharply surprised. 

“Be with me tonight?” He asks. “Please.”

“Rafe…”

“Tonight only, give me a chance tonight to show you.” His eyes search yours. “Please, Baby.”

Your lips part in shock at him begging you to give him a chance.

“Why do you want me Rafe?” 

He presses closer, his lips ghosting yours. You shiver and tip your face up for more. “That’s why.”

Your eyes close and you inhale his cologne wanting nothing more to say yes. You open your eyes and stare at him a second longer before pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back briefly before stepping away and giving you space.

“Be with me tonight?” He asks again.

“Yes,” you respond, your voice breathy and goosebumps appear on your arms and back as you give in. “Tonight I will be with you and give you a chance.”

He smiles and it makes your heart race to see him truly happy at you simply saying yes.  

“Can we go dance please?”

He grins before grasping your hand. “Yes.”

Part III

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[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 15, 14 avril 1894, Paris. No. 1. — Toilettes de promenade. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Explications des gravures:

(1) Robe de bengaline bleu de ciel. Corsage plat, faisant devant trois petites pointes au bas. Sur le haut du corsage, cinq rangées de perles; même garniture dans le bas. Manches ballon, à très hauts poignets, relevées par des rangées de perles. Jupe à godets ornée également dans le bas par des perles posées en piques. Petite capote de bengaline, tout ornée de perles et de fleurs, avec deux ailes d'albatros couchées sur le sommet devant.

(1) Sky blue bengaline dress. Flat bodice, making in front three small points at the bottom. On the top of the bodice, five rows of pearls; same trim at the bottom. Balloon sleeves, with very high cuffs, enhanced by rows of pearls. Gored skirt also adorned at the bottom with pearls placed in spades. Small bengaline greatcoat, all adorned with pearls and flowers, with two albatross wings lying on the top in front.

Métrage: 16 mètres bengaline bleue.

(2) Robe de satin noir et velours. Corsage bas, mis dans la jupe et décolleté sur un plastron de velours boutonné par des boutons d'orfèvrerie et orné dans le haut par un col Médicis en guipure noire. Sur les côtés, deux nœuds de dentelle, terminés par de longs pans retombant sur la jupe. Manches demi-larges, recouvertes du haut par des jockeys de dentelle. Jupe à godets tout autour et très large du bas. Grande capeline de paille de riz moire, ornée sur le côté par un pouf de plumes d'autruche noires.

(2) Black satin and velvet dress. Low bodice, tucked into the skirt and neckline over a velvet plastron buttoned with goldsmith's buttons and adorned at the top with a Medici collar in black guipure. On the sides, two lace bows, ending in long sections falling on the skirt. Half-wide sleeves, covered at the top by lace jockeys. Gored skirt all around and very wide at the bottom. Large hat in moire rice straw, adorned on the side with a pouf of black ostrich feathers.

Métrage: 18 mètres satin noir; 1 mètre velours noir.

(3) Toilette de fillette de 10 ans, en lainage gris clair. Corsage-blouse froncé, à petites basques, retenu à la taille par une ceinture bouclée en velours gros bleu. Manches gigot, garnies de petit velours. Au cou. gros nœud de mousseline de soie, à pans de dentelle. Jupe courte, froncée tout autour et garnie de petits volants dans le bas. Bas gris, souliers noirs.

Grande capeline bien enlevée, en paille de riz grise, ornée en dessus par une touffe de plumes d'autruche.

(3) Ensemble for a 10-year-old girl, in light gray wool. Gathered bodice-blouse, with small skirts, held at the waist by a buckled belt in deep blue velvet. Gigot sleeves, lined with small velvet. In the neck, large silk muslin bow, with lace panels. Short skirt, gathered all around and trimmed with small ruffles at the bottom. Gray stockings, black shoes.

Large wide-brimmed hat, in gray rice straw, adorned above with a tuft of ostrich feathers.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1800s #1890s #1894 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #cover #retouch #description #Bibliothèque nationale de France #dress #toilette #ensemble #bengaline #satin #velvet #wool #gigot #collar #bow #Medici #guipure #cape #coat

[laurelsofhighever]

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Characters/pairings: Alistair x Cousland Chapter: 1/? Rating: G Warnings: None Fic Summary: The story of the Fifth Blight, in a world where Alistair was raised to royalty instead of joining the Grey Wardens.

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The boy narrowed his eyes at the line of weeds and decapitated them with an angry swing of the willow switch. As the flowers dropped to the ground, the stalks waved a little in the violence of his strike, but it didn’t make him feel better. With strands of hay caught in his tawny hair and his simple, oversized tunic splashed with mud, he was hardly a sight fit to be seen at the arlessa’s party, or by any of the noble guests who had come to pay court to her in her condition. He told himself he preferred the stableyard anyway. He preferred to stay out of the way.

But it was starting to rain. Fat, heavy clouds had been looming closer since the morning, swallowing up the sun to the north even as they drove the hot, cloying summer wind before them like an omen, and now the first drops, scouts for the impending deluge, smashed into flagstones, into the weeds he had yet to cut down, and onto the tip of his nose. The temperature dropped. He shivered as the scent of slaked dust rose around him, half tempted to stay out in the downpour to spite the efforts of the cook to keep him presentable, but he was old enough to know the punishment he would receive wouldn’t be mitigated by sympathy if he caught a cold.

He huffed and skulked towards the stables as a second drop landed square on the top of his head – the midden-side entrance, opposite to the tack room where all the visiting drivers and retainers would be gathered at drinking and cards while Their Graces rubbed elbows upstairs. Some treated him kindly enough, but more than once he had seen a gleam of cruelty in the eyes of those who would have found a scrawny kitchen orphan good sport, and so he preferred to slip quietly past, into the gentle company of the horses. They didn’t care what he was, or who his father was, and as long as he showed them due respect, he could curl up in a corner of the loft and wait out the weather. Somewhere that smelled nicer than the kennels.

The storm broke just as he stepped over the threshold. A couple of the horses stamped and whickered nervously at the sudden staccato noise against the wooden tiles of the roof, but the straw of their bedding was thick, and cosy, and their haynets full of the sweetest meadow grass Arl Eamon’s fortune could provide, and when nothing emerged to threaten their comfort, even those more skittish mounts settled down to munching again. But something was still off. The boy cocked his head at the odd, stilted sniffle that reached him from the dark corner at the far end of the building. The door in the wall there led to the main keep, and that meant it was usually given a wide berth by the arl’s servants. It was unlatched.

He caught a flash of movement in amongst the straw as he sneaked closer, the switch still in his hand held out to the side like a sword, ready for quick action. Definitely – there was definitely someone there. The drumming rain on the roof echoed the rise of his heartbeat. He breathed deep, in through his nose, imagined a thief or an assassin. Imagined the look of pride and gratitude on Arl Eamon’s face when he found out just who had stopped this interloper singled-handed. He readjusted his grip on the switch, and with a battle cry leapt around the corner.

He found a girl.

The first thing he noticed was blue. A silk dress with vining leaves embroidered in green and gold around the hem, with just the tips of pale satin shoes poking out from underneath where she had tucked up her legs against her chest. In age, she looked a little younger than him, though brighter and better fed. He lowered the switch as his gaze moved on to the sight of blotchy, tear-stained cheeks and the tumble of black hair down her back, a frown knitting over his brows in confusion and not a little annoyance that she wasn’t an invading qunari twice his size. For a moment, the shock of being discovered made her stare blankly at him, but then her eyes, stormy with crying, flicked down to his hand and back to his face.

“Your grip is all wrong on that, you know,” she said.

He pouted, glancing down before he remembered you should never take your eyes off your opponent. “Who are you?” This was his hiding place, not hers, even if she was a noble.

She sniffed, indignant. “I’m Rosslyn.”

“Why are you crying?” The name didn’t mean anything to him, though it rankled that she clearly thought it should.

At the question, Rosslyn looked away and drew her arms around her knees. “Mother got angry because Arlessa Isolde thought I called her a walrus.”

His mouth fell open. “Did you?”

“No! I said she wasn’t as big as a walrus. And I don’t know why everyone even cares so much,” she added, dashing a new tear away from the side of her face. “She’s only an arlessa.”

Feeling a new glow of sympathy warming for this unexpected stranger despite the oddity of her last remark, the boy smiled and crossed the space to sit next to her on the bale, careful to leave a gap between them so his dirty tunic wouldn’t rub off on her dress. That she didn’t object he took as a positive sign, but he found he couldn’t quite look at her close to, and had to drop his gaze to his boots instead, kicking the heels against their shared seat.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he told her. “I would never have been so brave.”

Rosslyn bobbed her head at the compliment, and he caught a smile out of the corner of his eye.

“But she does look a little bit like a walrus, doesn’t she?”

She giggled. “And she behaves like one. Nobody likes her. Mother said we had to come today to show respect to Arl Eamon, but I heard her and Lady Landra talking in the hall before we left.”

“Arl Eamon likes her,” he said, still looking at his boots. “He likes her a lot.”

“Oh.” She shrugged. “I suppose someone has to.”

The boy kept his thoughts to himself. The arlessa had only been part of Arl Eamon’s household for a few months, since Harvestmere, but even that short time had been enough to rob him of all illusions. In the lead-up to the wedding, the servants had fluttered and fawned over the idea of the arl finally having a wife; yes, she was Orlesian, but those below stairs had heard great reports from the arl’s valet about the lady’s beauty and how thoroughly she had won his heart. She had brought her own elven maid, and her own money, and if there were worries about Orlesian pretension, they were soothed by the hope of Orlesian glamour. The problem was that nobody had told the new arlessa about the young bastard living under her husband’s protection in the castle kitchen.

He shook away the dark thoughts and cleared his throat. “Why did you come down here? People must be looking for you.”

“At first, I didn’t know where I was going, but…” She smoothed her palms over her knees. “I like horses, and it’s not like I really wanted to run away properly.”

“Sometimes I want to run away,” the boy offered, unsure of what else to say.

“Yeah?”

“I’d become a dragon hunter, or a Grey Warden, maybe.”

“Not holding a sword like that,” she replied. “Here.”

Before he understood what she meant to do, she had leaned across him and plucked his left arm from his side so she could rearrange his hand around the end of the switch, guiding each digit into a lighter hold and moving his thumb so it no longer pressed over the backs of his fingers.

“That way your wrist is more mobile, and you can meet strikes at more angles,” she explained, turning to smile at him with big, grey eyes. “If you were in the army they’d make you fight with your right hand to be part of the shield wall, but if you’re going to be a hero, left-handed should be alright.”

“Uh…” His face heated; she sat close enough for him to smell whatever noble perfume had been brushed into her hair, but she didn’t seem to mind the contrast with the odour of dogs and manure that clung to his own clothes. “Thanks.”

She sat back. “Is it… alright if I stay here for a little while? I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Of course you can stay.” He smiled at her. “I know where there are some kittens – do you want to see them?”

He had discovered the alley cat and her litter some weeks before, and had since spent his free time carefully coaxing the whole family to trust him by bringing scraps he could slip from the kitchen in the moments when the cook was distracted. Carefully, because the cook had no fondness for cats, and a plentiful supply of sacks, and only a short walk to the nearest stream. Now, however, as he led Rosslyn up the ladder into the hay loft, then higher still into the rafters by the tack room chimney, his stomach lurched with excitement at being able share the secret with someone who might appreciate it. She followed him gamely, not tripping even once despite her flimsy shoes and long skirts, and when she spied the three kittens gambolling about beneath the small window at the far end of the eaves, she gasped.

“They’re so small!” she whispered.

“They were smaller,” he whispered back.

The kittens, all tabbies, noticed them and left off their pouncing game to back up against the far wall of their den with pointed, fluffed-up tails and uncertain hisses, but only until they recognised their visitor and heard him trill a greeting like the one he heard their mother use. He uncoiled a piece of cord from the pocket of his breeches and tossed it towards them like an angler before trailing it slowly back along the floor. The kittens watched. After several repetitions, the bravest sank into a wobbly crouch, crept forward, and pounced on the end of the string.

After a little while, in which Rosslyn joined in with the silver ribbon that had tied her hair back from her face, the mother cat returned through a hole left by a broken shingle, calling to her litter with a low, rolling inquiry that brought them tottering to her side. She washed their faces as they mewled and pawed at her legs, then with a brief tail-flick at the two interlopers flopped down as if exhausted. The boy flicked the end of the cord for her as the kittens suckled, and she followed the movement with slitted, barely-gold eyes.

“Do they have names?” Rosslyn asked, after a moment of rapt silence.

“You’re not supposed to name cats, my mother said,” he replied, dangling the cord a little higher, “because then they couldn’t come and go as they please.”

“I’ve never heard that. Nan says –”

“Rosslyn!”

The voice echoed from below, rich and worried, startling the cat with a low growl that bristled her fur and sent her slinking away, driving her kittens before her like a gooseherd until they disappeared from sight. Left alone, the two children exchanged nervous glances.

“Rosslyn! Pup, are you here?”

“It’s Father,” Rosslyn breathed, eyes wide.

They heard the heavy tread of boots on the loft ladder. The boy reached for her arm, an unfamiliar panic clawing in his throat at the thought that she would leave, and take her brave disdain for the arlessa with her. But the words jumbled on his tongue, kept from spilling by another fear, that they would both be punished for being found together in such a place away from the people who obviously cared about her wellbeing, and that whatever her noble father said, it would be enough for Arl Eamon’s thunderous gaze to descend upon him and finally cast him out like all the gossipmongers in the kitchens muttered when they thought he couldn’t hear.

A head appeared at the top of the ladder. In the low light it was difficult to see any strong resemblance between the lord and his daughter – hair sandy brown instead of black, shoulders broad, jaw square behind a trimmed beard – but when his eyes pierced the gloom and caught sight of the two children huddled like mice under a pantry crock he let loose a sound somewhere between a gasp and a shout and leapt the last rungs into the room, arms already held out to gather her into an embrace. Rosslyn’s arm slipped free, and with that tether gone the boy shrank back against the wall.

“Oh, my darling girl,” the lord sighed, dwarfing his daughter as he knelt to hug her. “We’ve all been worried – Mariwen feared you’d run into the city.”

“‘m sorry, Father,” Rosslyn mumbled in return. “Is Mother really mad?”

“No, Pup. And she’ll be glad to see you safe.” He pulled back to brush his large hands over her hair as if to reassure himself of the fact. “But who is your friend here?”

Rosslyn turned then, smiling, but it faltered as colour flushed her cheeks. “This is…”

The boy dropped his gaze to his shoes. Hot shame tightened along his spine, stinging at the back of his throat. Of course he wasn’t important enough to warrant a name.

“He’s my friend.” She stepped closer into a formal bow with her hands crossed over her chest and his head snapped up. “Forgive me, ser, for not asking who you are. What should I call you?”

“Oh.” Nobody had ever bowed to him before. He felt his mouth drop open without any words yet scrambled to fill the space. “I – it’s alright. My name’s Alistair. My lady.” To follow up, because it felt proper, he tried to return her gesture, though far more clumsily and probably to far less effect in his rough-spun, dirt-spattered tunic. But she smiled at him again, and it straightened his shoulders.

They nearly crumbled again when he caught the lord’s gaze over his daughter’s shoulder. The look in the eyes was gentle but guarded, and clever, like he could see everything. He was taller than Arl Eamon, a little younger in the lines of his face, and his open fondness for Rosslyn awoke a wriggle of envy in Alistair’s belly that felt a lot like when the cook decided he’d been bad and locked him outside the keep at dinnertime.

“Thank you for keeping my daughter safe, Alistair,” the lord said, with a nod of his own. “I hope she hasn’t been too much of a menace.”

“We’ve been playing with kittens,” she told him. “But they went to hide because you spooked them.”

“Did I? Well, I’m sorry for that – I’ll be quieter next time.”

“Do I have to go now?” she asked.

He smiled at her and nodded, holding out his hand. “I’m afraid so.”

“Do I have to apologise to Arlessa Isolde? I never even said she looked like a walrus, even though she does a little bit.”

“I didn’t know you’ve seen a walrus,” her father replied mildly. “But come, and on the way back I can teach you an extra lesson about diplomacy.”

Rosslyn groaned, but nevertheless placed her hand obediently in her father’s larger one. “It was good to meet you,” she said to Alistair. “Thank you for showing me the kittens.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, even though she was already turning away. When she looked back over her shoulder, a faint hope surged that she might break free of the lord’s grip and run back to him – maybe insist he come with her – but instead she watched her father go down the ladder and then turned to follow him. There was a brief pause, one last look, and then Alistair was alone. With a shuddered sigh, he slid his back down the wall and sat, drawing his wiry arms around his knees.

#dragon age #dragon age: origins #dragon age origins #da:o #alistair theirin #warden x alistair #alistair x warden #alistair x cousland #cousland #warden cousland #grey warden #rosslyn cousland #as the world falls down #my writing #ferelden

[romana-after-dark]

Lorenzo going to mardy Zach

Look how excited he is!!!

He couldn't believe his luck when he found satin while out on a Maria-approved raider of empty houses. He was able to get a seamstress to put it together for him, and he hid it at Tommy's for months, letting Zach think the black button down he had was what they'd be getting married in. Zach had no pretense of thinking that they needed anything fancy. It was going to be simple. The pastor in Jackson was surprisingly friendly of gay lifestyles; Lorenzo supposed a lot of people decided there were bigger issues at play.

It was a small wedding, simple. Maura and Tommy were in attendance, so were Maria and a few town folk the couple had gotten to know. They didn't want a huge procession line, anything dramatic, but, they couldn't resist the idea of little toddler Ellie being the flower girl. They found her a nice dress and even though she dumped the whole basket at the begining of the aisle and proceeded to kick the petals down the aisle for a bit before running to the front where Tommy chased her down, she was the cutest damn flower girl her uncles and aunts had ever seen.

Next, Jack walked June down the aisle, June carrying a small bouqet.

Then Zach walked down. Giving a hug to Jack, he took his place beside June, who was his best man for all intents and purposes.

When Zach saw Lorenzo, he suddenly understood why people cried at weddings. He looked so handsome, so happy. Semi sober suited him. Lorenzo never quit drinking and smoking, but he no longer had to be drunk and high just to make it through the day.

Lorenzo, for his part, felt awkward as all hell, everyone was staring at him and now he was irritated that Tommy confiscated the moonshine Jack had in a flask for him. What was he supposed to do with his hands? Even though he was surrounded only by friends, he felt like his every move was scrutinized. What was he supossed to do with his hands??

"ENZOOOOOOOO" His little Ellie bellie came to his rescue, jumping out of Tommy's arms and running up the aisle. Tommy, for his part, tried, to call her back, whisper-shouting "Ellie June Miller! Get your butt back here!" until he saw how Lorenzo reacted. Kneeling down, Lorenzo scooped up his squealing niece and carried her the rest of the way, over to where her bio uncle was waiting. Lorenzo didn't care that he wasn't related to her. These last few years, Zach had been the love of his Zach, and Ellie's mom had been his best friend for that year in that house. This was his niece. If Zach had gotten what he wanted, if he had gotten Ellie, Lorenzo would've raised that girl as his own.

When they reached the front, Zach complimented his suit, told him how nice he looked and the color suited him. Lorenzo returned the compliment to Zach for the brown sports coat he had gotten, and he meant it. Zach looked just as stunning.

Ellie stayed holding onto Lorenzo, so he looked at his fiance. "What do you say, baby? Can she stay up here with us?"

Zach smiled even brighter at that, tears clear in his eyes. "Of course. You wanna stay with us, Elles?"

Ellie redily agreed.

Lorenzo put Ellie on his right hip, arm wrapped around her and held Zach hand with his free one. Zach, in turn, wrapped an arm around her.

"It'll be like she's with us too." Lorenzo referenced Ellie's mom. He looked to Tommy, who had clearly been crying for a minute now.

With Jack and June standing beside them, Ellie in their arms, the rest of their family in the room and the girl's spirit living on in the room through Ellie, Zach and Lorenzo were married.

And they lived happily ever after.

#the wrong way series #the wrong way drabbles #Zach and Lorenzo Aleverano #lorenzo #lorenzo tag #ghost of you series #fen tag 💕 #fen my beloved 💕

[crazed-reviews]

Review: Ladybug and Cat Noir: The Movie "Marinette at the Grand Ball" Fashion doll from Playmates Toys

Today's review was requested by @totallovestrucksimp. Thanks for being my first requested review!

The doll I'm reviewing today is the Marinette doll based off the upcoming Miraculous movie (which my sister and I have been waiting for it to release for like 4 years). Whether the Summer 2023 release date is true or not, I have absolutely no idea, but with the movie finally getting merchandise and trailers, I'm crossing my fingers.

Marinette retails for $34.99.

I absolutely love the presentation of her box! It shows off her gown, and I really like the contrast of the dark blue sky, the yellow background, and her red dress. Plus, Marinette isn't in a dynamic pose in her box like the other dolls, so If you were to leave her in the box, you wouldn't have to worry about her limbs warping or contorting weirdly over time.

Out of the box, she comes with a red mask, and the catalogue I mentioned in my Vesperia review, which shows off other available products.

Marinette has 15 points of articulation, with movement at her:

Head

Shoulders

Double-jointed elbows

Double-jointed knees

She's quite solid, and her joints are a decent tightness. Her head can only move side to side, but I believe that is only a fluke on my doll.

Marinette also has her molded underwear painted a shimmery red, which matches her earrings and mask.

Marinette's dress is stunning! It's an almost pink shade of red, with a satin bottom layer, topped by three layers of red tulle with black spots, evoking the look of Ladybug's suit. The bodice has silver dots and trim, along with silver tulle sleeves. It flares out very nicely on it's own, but a petticoat would make it flare out even more!

The only downsides is that the satin layer wrinkles very easily and holds creases, and that the thread she was packaged with left holes in the skirt and wings.

Her accessories include a pink fabric flower attached to her bun, her Miraculous, red earrings with black spots, a white plastic pearl necklace, and glittery pink flats.

While I do feel like the concept dress, which was a white dress with a tiered skirt and pink trim with butterflies and Marinette's flower motif feels more like "Marinette", this dress is still absolutely stunning.

On the back of her gown, Marinette has four delicate silver tulle wings with swirly designs on them. They're so pretty, but they have holes punctures in them from the threads holding them in place in the packaging.

Here you can also see her dress opens with velcro. From the original promotional images, I had thought she was sewn into it, so it's a pleasant surprise to see.

Marinette has blue eyes, vibrant blue hair, glittery purple eyeshadow, and pink lips and blush. The glitter does shed, so be careful handling her (the poor girl has glitter in her left eye!).

Her hair is twisted up into a high bun, with sideswept bangs on both sides of her part, and two tendrils framing her face.

I think she has a very sweet, innocent expression. She uses the same face sculpt as the series Marinette doll, which I think makes her resemble Marinette in the series more than Marinette the movie, who has a younger appearance, and almost pouty lips.

I think her eyebrows are a massive improvement from the series Marinette doll, who has thin line eyebrows, which often look angry.

Here you can see her Miraculous and the flower in her hair better.

The flower is pink, with black leaves, and yellow stitching. It is attached to a blue rubber band, which I believe is a different elastic than the one holding her hair in place.

Her Miraculous is a more shimmery plastic than the series Ladybug dolls. I'm curious if the movie will explain why her earrings aren't in camouflage mode (plain black), or if they even have a camouflage mode in the movie.

Marinette's flats are essentially a glittery version of her everyday flats. They are an almost purple shade of pink, and have a delicate black bow painted on the toes. I love these shoes! They're the closest we've gotten to a series-accurate pair of Marinette's flats! I will say, it feels odd for her to be wearing her everyday flats with this elegant ballgown. I'm curious if she wears these flats with her gown in the movie?

Like her eyeshadow, Marinette's flats also shed.

Lastly, her mask. It is the same mold as the other removable Ladybug masks, but in a shimmery plastic. Unfortunately, I can not seem to get it to stay on her face. It keeps popping off. Even if it did fit, I couldn't see myself using it too often, as I like showing off her makeup. I like having her hold it, though.

Overall, Marinette is a gorgeous doll, with a stunning outfit. I'm so happy to have her in my collection, and her dress and face truly make up for the shortcomings in her mask and how she was attached to her box.

I give Marinette a solid A+. I hope Playmates will continue making products for the movie, I'd love to see a matching Grand Ball Adrien, as well as Marinette and Adrien in their regular outfits with new face sculpts (the movie Ladybug's sculpt is so pretty!).

Thanks again to @totallovestrucksimp for requesting this review!

#miraculous dolls #miraculous ladybug #playmates toys #miraculous #playmates miraculous dolls #dolls #fashion dolls #ladybug doll #marinette doll #marinette at the grand ball #ladybug and cat noir the movie #miraculous movie #miraculous movie dolls

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE PRINCESS get what she deserves?” She is in THE DEATH EATERS & CLOSED to finding out.“

— she walks through the world as ;

name → narcissa black pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth → september 1958 - september 1959 face claim → sydney sweeny blood status → pure-blood  sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → socialite amongst high society in wizarding london future information → wife of lucius malfoy, mother of draco malfoy

— she is best described as ;

The sweet scent of freshly important MACAROONS eaten at afternoon tea & PINK CHAMPAGNE poured into a crystal glass. She is the echoing LAUGH in a GIRLS BATHROOM after a WICKED joke is told & a SECRET whispered behind a SATIN GLOVE when no one is looking. She is MANIPULATION & STEEL dressed up as BEAUTY & GRACE . Anything but the innocent FLOWER, she is the SERPENT underneath.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

The glimmering jewel in the crown of the Black family, Narcissa Black is as feared as she is loved. Beautiful like her mother, yet intelligent like her father, Narcissa believes she is entitled to the best that life has to offer and with her family’s social standing she stands head and shoulders above all. The youngest daughter of CYGNUS BLACK [father] and DRUELLA BLACK [mother], Narcissa was in many ways their easiest child, she was a beautiful girl who liked beautiful things and her mother in particular was happy to give her them. Narcissa completed her family perfectly, giving her mother an outlet for someone to talk make-up and clothing with which bored her more politically minded sisters. Despite their clear differences in personality, Narcissa grew up close to her sisters BELLATRIX BLACK [sibling] and ANDROMEDA BLACK [sibling], though she at times found their behaviour quite tiresome. Like their father Bellatrix was opinionated, though Narcissa noticed she was often forthcoming with her opinion when no one had asked, whilst Andromeda hid her beauty in the pages of a book rather than make connections with other members of their society.

It became clear quite early in Narcissa’s life that it was she that would bear the weight of making an advantageous marriage and to further her family line, with her eldest sister destined for a career in politics and Andromeda presumably for one in academia. Hogwarts school was her first real taste of how to not only command a room but a social group. The moment she was seated at the Slytherin table, Narcissa took note of all of the eligible people who were sorted into her house, careful to ensure that ELEANOR YAXLEY [best friend], KLAUDIE BURKE [close friend], ROSALINE DAVIS [close friend] ZARINA ZABINI [close frriend] and VALERIA BULSTRODE [close friend] had a seat beside her. Making friends from The Sacred Twenty-Eight was of Narcissa’s top priority and like minded witches who were easy to manage were her preferred sort of people. Other names had crossed her list, but the likes of GENEVIEVE AVERY [friend/adversary] seemed more content with making themselves look better and eclipsing Narcissa’s spotlight in the process, which meant girls like ANASTASIA SIMINOVA [friend/adversary] EVORA CROUCH [friend/adversary] and PRIMROSE POMFREY [friend/adversary] stayed out of her inner circle and firmly in Genevieve's. 

By the time Narcissa had arrived at school, her sisters had already set a precedent for her arrival. Bellatrix and their cousin EVAN ROSIER [cousin] were merciless bullies who targeted muggle-borns, whilst Andromeda was a well liked model student and prefect, meaning Narcissa was unlikely to be bothered. A model student also and a prefect whilst at Hogwarts, Narcissa was somewhat of a combination of her two sisters, unwilling to back down from a challenge but preferred to conduct her attacks secretly. A persuasive witch, Narcissa was able to convince others to do her dirty work for her. People like RABASTAN LESTRANGE [close friend] took care of her cousin SIRIUS BLACK [cousin/adversary] and the disgraceful group he chose to surround himself with, whilst the occasional bit of gossip and a quiet word to her teachers here and there from herself and REGULUS BLACK [cousin/close friend] or VICTOR YAXLEY [close friend] put to bed any threats to her power within school and helping her secure her spot in The Slug Club, as well as her positions of prefect and later Head Girl. 

Finally into the world, the idea of working before she ran her own household did not appeal to Narcissa and she quickly got to work establishing herself in Wizarding London’s social scene. Looking good was a full time job for Narcissa, but she was not your average Sacred Twenty-Eight witch with marriage on her mind. From an intelligent family with important political connections, Narcissa had a sharp mind and was careful not only about what she was saying but what she was hearing and who was her ideal match. LUCIUS MALFOY [friend/potential love interest] had been on Narcissa’s mind for some time. A friend of her eldest sister’s, she had watched him rise in the political world, just like his father had done before him and fancied him as someone she maybe could consider her intellectual and social equal. The two had been getting closer before her world had changed and despite having their best interests at heart, Narcissa is still wounded by the attack on her reputation that followed the untimely death of The Minister’s son BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest].

Before his death, her family was established, now they were questioned. In an unfortunate string of events that saw Narcissa accidently holding Booker’s wand that evening due to a plot by her sister gone wrong, Narcissa was forced to endure an embarrassing trip to The Ministry’s integration room, her face on The Daily Prophet and worst of all, her marriage prospect suddenly in a relationship with a Witch Weekly model. Narcissa was outraged. Then her family let her in on their dirty secret. The Dark Lord was a mysterious wizard who had seemingly chosen her family to further his word, a powerful man, unlike any they had seen before, her father and Bellatrix believed he was the key to making their world a better and less tolerant place, leaving people like them at the top without having to endure the likes of squibs and muggle-borns. Narcissa was reluctant to join the ranks of The Dark Lord, until she discovered he had another important follower that wished to rise in his ranks, Lucius. 

Narcissa is as content as she can muster being an associate of The Dark Lord’s and listening out in high society for anything that may threaten their plans. Instead she chooses to focus on her image and achieve her ultimate goal. Complete control of London’s high society and the man of her dreams by her side. Calculated, Narcissa has began to insert herself into the life of ANDRESSA PARKINSON [person of interest] to find out her secrets and shortcomings in the hopes of driving a wedge between her and Lucius, though Andressa may end up being the least of her problems. As the most sought after witch in Wizarding London, the target on Narcissa’s back is a large one, with multiple people begging to see her reign at the top come to an end, including those within her own friendship group. There are many who would do whatever it takes to topple her, including using dirt gathered on her more unassuming sister Andromeda in order to do it. 

— she is a LEVEL 5 WITCH & readied for war ;

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[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Eighteen

Chloe watched Michael leave but was unsure of what just happened. She went back to the dress she took off. It was the ball gown Edith had picked out. She liked it but it was missing something. It wasn’t quite right. She went to try on the one Beth liked.she didn’t care for the mermaid style but loved the bell sleeves. She then tried on the one with a halter neckline. She kind of liked it but wished she could have some of it in a ball gown.

“What would you want from this on the ball gown?” Glenda asked Chloe.

“I love all the sparkle, in fact it could have more,” she said laughing. “ But in all honesty I’m not finding anything I like. There is something missing from them all.” she sighed.

Chloe didn’t notice that Edith had slipped out of the store momentarily. She had a large box in her hands.

“Since you can’t find a dress of your own then I suppose this might be something you could use, if you want that is. “ Edith handed Chloe the box.

Chloe sat with Beth and opened it up. She unwrapped the tissue paper to find a pure white lace wedding gown. She looked at Edith confused.

“I don’t understand Edith, where did you get this?”

“Honey, that was your momma’s dress. I know it’s old and not exactly what you want but I’m sure Glenda can help you make some changes, can’t you Glenda?” Edith asked.

“Absolutely we can. Let’s get started. What kind of neck line do you want.?” Glenda asked.

“I want sheer fabric that goes up to my neck so you can still see skin through it, and some sparkle encircling the neck. I want the bodice and waist to be satin with embroidery detailing on it. The chest area I want a plunging neckline, just not too much. I want the sleeves the same sheer material as the neckline with lots of sparkle. The bottom I want as a separate skirt with a kremlin and as much sparkle as possible. I think that does it. Is it doable?” Chloe asked.

“I believe so,” Glenda replied. “I have it all written down and will talk to the seamstress.”

“Oh, I almost forgot! Do you have any that are sheer but real sparkly and quite long?” Chloe asked.

Glenda looked around and then told Chloe,

“Here Chloe is a beautiful one. It is sheer, it has delicate sparkles but lots of them and it’s fairly long. What do you think? Do you want to try it on with the ball gown to get some idea of how it will look?” Glenda asked her

Chloe’s face lit up. “Oh it’s beautiful. Yes I’d like to try it on please.”

Edith and Beth waited for her to appear. When she came around the corner she was stunning.

“You are gorgeous Chloe,” said Beth. “I think you picked well.”

Edith looked at her for a moment and said;

“I wish your mother could be here, and your father. They would be so happy for you and proud of the young lady you’ve become.”

Now all three women were crying. They got everything finalized and we’re off to get some lunch before seeing the florist. They grabbed some soup and a sandwich and went to pick out flowers. Chloe’s favorite flower was the purple lilac. They should be blooming when they get married at the end of April. The whole church would be done in lilacs as well as Chloe’s bouquet. It would smell heavenly. It had been a long day so the ladies decided to call it quits and go home. They were beat. When they got home Bob was tinkering in the garage, working on some project, among many.

“So the lost have found their way home,” he laughed at himself.

Edith gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes and we’re quite tired. I’m thinking pizza and a movie tonight. Who’s in?” Edith said

Before anyone said anything Bob spoke up.

“How about I go to the Chinese restaurant down the road a ways and do pick up. You girls call it in and I’ll go pick it up.”

“Now that sounds good. I’ll call it in,” said Edith. “Just give me a minute.”

Chloe and Beth both went upstairs to take a bath or shower. Chloe, as always chose a bath. It felt good. Her body was tired. She soaked for quite some time before Beth knocked and stated,

“Edith has ordered supper hon.”

“I’ll be right out,” Chloe said ,as she climbed out and drained the tub. “That felt so good,” she said to herself.

She got downstairs and poured herself a glass of wine and went and made a fire. It was chilly tonight. Then she got comfy on the couch. The couch was so soft you sank down in it. Chloe loved it. She grabbed a blanket and she was ready, wine, soft couch, a blanket and a fireplace, what more could you need. Well family of course. Beth hollered from the kitchen,

“Do you want me to bring the bottle of wine into the living room?”

“Yes please.” said Chloe.

Edith and Beth both came over and got comfy and now they just needed Bob. And food of course. Bob and food. It seemed like it was taking ages and the girls were getting worried. Finally in walked Bob.

“My word, where have you been? I was worried sick”, cried Edith.

“Now I’m okay Dear, I just got a flat tire and had to change it. I had a heck of a time getting the lug nuts off. Lets sit and eat and watch a good movie. And I can warm up by the fire, and my woman,” he laughed.

Edith gave him a small smack and said,

“Oh you! Stay right where you’re at.” They all laughed

The next day they took it easy and just did guest lists, seating arrangements and Chloe called miss Ruby to see if she could play for them at their wedding. She said she would check her book and get back to Chloe.

Bob finally said; “I think you ladies need a break from all the weddin’ planning. Come over to the dinning table and we’ll play cards and have a few drinks for a bit.”

“That does sound good,” said Beth and Edith. “Let’s go Chloe,” they said.

They all got around the table, poured a drink and started playing cards when there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” Beth said, getting up from the table.

Soon Beth came back with Michael in tow of course.

“Michael,” Chloe said, “what are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to see if you needed any help planning the wedding.”

“We’re taking a break. Do you want to play”? asked Bob

“What y’all playing?” He asked

“Spades,” said Chloe.

“Sure I’ll play,” Michael said.

Michael lost a few hands and that angry side came out. Chloe had to calm him.

“Michael it’s just a game. It’s not a big deal. I hardly ever win.” She said.

“You know they are cheating “Michael whispered angrily.

“Stop it! They don’t cheat and you know it. I think it’s time for you to go home. And apologize for your attitude. “ she said curtly.

“I’m not a child, don’t treat me or talk to me like one!”

“We’ll I’m heading home everyone. And forgive my behavior. I am way too competitive, even at cards. I’ll work at reigning that in. Thanks for everything. Goodnight.” Michael opened the door gave Chloe a kiss goodnight and left. Chloe was embarrassed about how he acted.

“I’m sorry about Michael. With the wedding coming up we’re both a bit stressed.” she said.

“I have work in the morning, I better get to bed.” She remarked.

“Goodnight everyone, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight dear”.

Chloe had so much more to do but she was beat. She was going to bed. Of course when she got to bed she couldn’t shut her mind off with all she had to do. But mostly she thought a lot about her parents and wishing they were hear to enjoy this with her. She was happy she had Bob, Edith and Beth but it’s not like Mom and Dad. A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of them. She missed them a great deal. She also thought about Michael. She was hoping he didn’t have an angry outburst at the wedding. She didn’t lying for him and covering for him. But she loved him so they would work it out. Finally she got up from the bay window in her room and crawled into bed. It felt so good when she climbed in her bed that she was out seconds after her head hit the pillow. She kept waking up with nightmares about Michael not really wanting to get married. What a stupid dream she thought. If he didn’t want to get married he wouldn’t have asked her, right? Oh great now she is having doubts. Maybe it’s normal jitters. They’ll go away.

#original fiction #original story #writeblr

[simplyeu4ria]

chapter 6:the werewolf heartthrob

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Pairing: Werewolf! Jungkook x Unknown identity! Reader  ~(severely unedited: started 02/05/2022 ended 01/06/2022)~

Genre: high school au, werewolf au, angst, uncomfortable moments but only on a couple of parts, lots and lots of fluff, family abuse (mentions only) but Namjoon saves the day

Rating: +17 au

Summary: You are y/n the simple orphan girl, who lives with your step-parents who don’t treat you right. The school make a laugh at you but when Jin and Jimin help you your life changed from the bad to the good. Jungkook the heartthrob is not what you think behind those cold stares that you get across the classroom. With him and his six other stepbrothers and a couple of girls they reveal they are more than just the popular…

Word count: longest story I have written so far 45004 (and coincidently 4 versions of this story, 5 weeks to make, and 4 years of loving BTS)

Warnings: some uncomfortable moments, mean talk, mention of degrading names, mild swearing

a/n: first request/story on this account; since this a popular type of oneshot for Jungkook I am sorry in advance if this like another oneshot, have fun reading

I have noted similarities in other ffs throughout, please notify me if you find another

I can say that this original and that its my own work, but since this is not subjected under copyright because its Tumblr please do not copy my work you will feel guilty in the end, trust me.

Happy indulging into an infp-t’s mind common things you will see;

Subtle reference to books that I have read

Very romantic moments

Things that don’t make sense but makes sense in my head

Maybe a spoiler to the next book idea

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31st December 2020

You woke up this morning at your usual timing to get changed into your dressing gown before the maids arrived with breakfast. You smiled and thanked them soon the other girls joined you. After finishing the food, you, and the girls then all changed into your dresses for that afternoon.

You slipped on white A-line dress, covered with lilac flowers decorated with accents of golden the centre. And you tied up your hair into a half-tie with a ribbon. Before putting on a simple eyeliner, blush, and lipstick. Before slipping on a necklace, that Jungkook gifted you a month ago, above your sweetheart neckline, before slipping on some white satin shoes. The girls changed into their simple dresses. Rose in a light blush, Lisa in dark red, Irene in duck egg green and Seulgi in silver. You then all walked out the room before heading downstairs.

Once you got downstairs, the Kyunmin announced you once you entered through the doors. And you walked down the stairs, Jungkook and the other boys were there already, dressed in robes ideal for changing into wolves and for hunting. There were other packs there as well you curtsied in greeting, you walked to the far right away from them. Waiting for the other people to enter the hallway. Once everyone had entered Alpha Kim and Mother walked towards the back entrance of the manor before heading to the gardens.

To the left side of the field there were large tables around the centre set up, with various foods. To the centre of the tables, there was a large dance floor. To other side of the field were several horses and hounds, there were also target practice, with archery or rifles.

You then looked at Alpha and Luna in front of you who smiled. ‘Today, we have arranged for the females and the males, to have the opportunity to communicate separately with each other. Without further ado we hope you enjoy.’ You nodded before following the girls. ‘But before you go, we wish to commence a ceremony for the second day for this festival with a flamed arrow to the torch.’ The Alpha said pointing to a torch in the middle of the fountain at the centre of the field

‘We hope for good luck that Lady l/n y/n would choose to shoot the arrow to the torch.’ You widened your eyes, before looking at the girls, they urged you to go forward. You nodded before curtsied towards Alpha Kim and Mother. Mother smiled happily, before glancing at Jungkook, who smiled at you both. You then understood that Jungkook must have told her about the fact that you do archery for fun.

 You then put on the archery gear. Before walking over to choose a horse. Your eyes then focused on a white mare, she walked over to you. You nodded and thanked her, the servant went to grab the saddle and handed it to you whilst you are fastening it onto the horse, you smiled and mounted the mare.

Much to everyone’s surprised you put your legs and both sides of the horse (which was very unladylike), before taking the reins from the servant. You moved forward and started to ride the horse with ease, gaiting fast before you started to gallop fast your hair free, you smiled before grabbing the bow and arrows from the stands whilst rushing past them.

Before you turned the mare to the side and moving forward fast, focusing on the first target, before shooting, hitting the bullseye. You turned your horse around and repeated the same thing with all the fixed, flying and spinning targets around the area each hitting the bullseye.

Once you were on your last arrow, you shouted  ‘Flame!’ one of the servants rushed forward before lighting the long tube filled with coal, flames ignited. You found a stray cloth inside the pocket on the saddle and wrapped the stray cloth around your last arrow whist riding. You then dipped the clothed arrow into the oil pot before lighting it up with the flames from the coal before circulating the large fountain, in the centre of the gardens, with the unlit torch in all its glory.

Releasing the reins, you aimed for the last time and pulled the bowstring before releasing the arrow letting it fly before it hit the centre lighting it up. You sighed in relief before leading your horse to the training area. You put down your bow down at the stand before slowing down the horse. You climbed off it with no difficulty and gave the spare arrows to the servant. Gently patted the horse to calm it down and nodded, before the servant took it away to rest at the stables. You turned and walked to everyone, who were in shock, but Jungkook knowingly smiled at you. You curtsied again. Alpha Kim shouted once again, ‘Let the celebration begin!’

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Jungkook and the boys headed over to the target practice he was silent but was smiling to himself while the others were discussing what the hell you just did just a few minutes ago. Jin was telling the group; ‘I didn’t know y/n could do those things, let alone in her dress?’ ‘Jungkook, do you know something?’ Taehyung as the youngest in the group, seeing Jungkook’s eyes glinted with proudness. Jungkook looked up at Taehyung before looking at the boys.

‘Y/n does archery for fun in her big backyard, back at home. Didn’t you see the archery kit in her garage when you went to go and get the tables? for that backyard sleepover we did once at her house? Yeah, that’s how she is so used to archery. Since her ‘father’ does archery but doesn’t allow her, she does it when they are not around. Horse-riding, I think the cheerleaders did it for fun on one of their birthdays, Seulgi told us that y/n was a natural.’ Jungkook explained.

The boys nodded in understanding, before they set up the rifles and the arrows to practice on the target. Jungkook took one last look at y/n who was looking back at him, he smiled and winked at her. She smiled and put up an okay sign, he presumed she was talking about her performance, he nodded in confirmation. He turned back to focus on the target hitting the bullseye.

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Y/n was looking at the foods, before grabbing some before heading to the table where the girls were sitting, once y/n sat on the table she started to eat. ‘You good?’ Seulgi asked still worried about last night. Y/n nodded whilst smiling at them. They were chatting about things, before Rose lent over the table and whispered ‘Jungkook is looking at you again.’ You turned your head to look for the male before giving a little wave to him, which he smiled and nodded before saying through the mind-link.

-‘We are going now, be safe.’- You nodded before mouthing ‘You too.’ To him, eventually focusing on the food, finishing it off before sighing, leaning against your chair. ‘Lady y/n?’ you turned your head to face the maid. ‘Yes?’ ‘Luna Kim and Luna Byun want to talk to you.’ You nodded before getting up saying goodbye to the girls and leaving to follow the maid. You presumed that this was the friend that Mother was talking about to you.

So, you sighed and relaxed, before you walked following the maid further into another garden. You saw a clearing in the centre with a white gazebo covered in roses, ‘Just up there miss.’ The maid pointed towards the clearing.

‘Ahh there you are y/n.’ you saw Mother with another lady around the same age as her, she was tall had black hair and kind eyes. ‘Here is Luna Byun, of the southern isles. This is the friend that I asked that you should meet in the boys’ manor?’ You nodded in understanding. Before taking a seat next to Mother opposite to the Luna Byun, she smiled at you when you relaxed into the chair.

‘I can’t help but ask how you were so good, during the lighting of the torch?’ she asked gently not to make you uncomfortable. You looked at Mother before answering.

‘Well, I do archery as a hobby with my dad’s old archery kit. But horse-riding, I had done it once in my life, during one of my friends birthday parties, I was a natural. I had never told anyone that I did archery, one other person, Alpha Jeon-Kim Jungkook, he’s my best friend and we exchange these things. He must have told Mother, who suggested that I should do the lighting of the torch.’ You explained. Mother and the Luna nodded along.

‘Have you considered that you might have learnt the horse-riding when you a very small child like at the age of nine? Maybe might have learnt archery as well?’ Luna asked again.

‘No, I have never considered that…’ you turn to Luna Kim ‘Mother has this got something to do with my werewolf past?’ you asked her cautiously. She nodded before saying.

‘Luna Byun here is the only Luna here who has lost a daughter when the hunters came and started riots 17 years ago, across their werewolf sub-packs eventually attacking the head pack, she lost her daughter in the attack. She thought that she might have died when she had told her to escape beforehand, when she tried to find her, she could not. So, I wondered maybe since you might have had a connection in your stories, and through your abilities and through your stories you might remember together?’ you nodded in understanding.

‘Luna, I am sorry, but I am not sure if I recognise you but if you do have pictures, family tree or something related to your pack that I might remember it might jog my memory? I think, its your right to allow me to give you a chance’ you asked the Luna this time she nodded in understanding. Before grabbing a small cloak bag from under the table, with a crest of a moon in eclipse rising from the horizon of islands.

You recognised the crest from somewhere but didn’t cause any memories, you thanked her before curtsying to both before leaving the gazebo and into the garden before entering the field. Before making your way back to the girls, you called for a maid to take these back to your room. Before the girls pulled you to do some dancing.

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The boys were currently following a herd of deer, hoping to grab one for the ball tomorrow. They were accompanied by the 8 deltas from when they first arrived with along with the Alpha Kim and Taemin. They were all on horses whilst the deltas in their wolves, walking along with the hounds. The other group of Alphas and their sons had split off to find other foods; roots, vegetables, mushrooms, fish, and other animals such as rabbits and pheasants, in the woods.

 Once they had gotten the deer, they were on their way back until the heard a loud bear growl, they all widen their eyes to look at each other. ‘Half of you deltas, take this back to camp inform the maids. We will need a doctor to deal with any injuries. The others follow me see if we can help get rid of the bear.’ Alpha said. Jungkook and the boys along with Taemin and 4 of the deltas to follow their father into the wood smelling out for the bear.

Hoseok alerted the other on smelling something, Jin confirmed, and everyone followed afterwards. Once they got to the scene, they saw a large black bear, with sharp claws and teeth chasing away, the other deltas and beta who tried to attack it.

‘Alpha! Alpha Byun of the southern isles!’ Jungkook got one of the attentions of the nearby Alpha who seemed confused but sighed in relief before heading over to the young man. ‘Alpha Jeon-Kim Jungkook, Sons of Kim, Alpha Kim.’ He nodded in respect before he followed saying.

‘The situation is that the bear broke through from the northern barracks of the forest came from something or someone who is trying to attack us. We thought this because has a potion of some sort that makes it bulletproof from the arrows and the bullets. Its dangerous and it had a clear line of attack, first attacking Alpha Lee’s group and now attacking mine. Alpha Lee’s group is helping us now, just after they recovered. But the others have gone back to the manor to bring back reinforcements, but they are taking a long time, they should have been back earlier.’ Jungkook nodded in understanding before saying.

‘Alphas may I speak?’ the Alphas nodded whilst looking at him; ‘Should a small amount of us go back and see what the problem with reinforcement and bring them here? Whilst the rest of us stay her and find out how to deal with the bear?’ Jungkook suggested. ‘Jungkook that’s a good idea. You, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok stay here and help the rest of you help with the reinforcements, bring deltas who you might need.’ Alpha Kim said. The others nods to different deltas who nodded back and shifted into wolves before leaving, the rest of them stayed taking care of the bear.

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Back near the entrance at the manor, the boys made their way the path that the other took to take to the manor. Jin then shouted ‘Stop!’ once they reach an unknown fog, everyone stopped. Jin wandered slowly on his horse before gasping turning to the side, grabbing flowers. Before bringing them to Namjoon who looked back at him with wide eyes. ‘Guys move around this fog; we need to get back to the manor bring masks with wolfsbane neutralisers, along with other reinforcements.’ They nodded before making their way to the manor. They saw the females were safe, they sighed in relief.

At the trombone horn sound, you and the girls turned towards the forest; the groups must have come. You walked over to them with happy faces but instead found their worried faces. No Jungkook present or the rest of the younger ones including Hoseok, and many of the other males.

They sighed in relief at you before saying ‘We need wolfsbane neutralisers, injections, masks and sprays, some rogues thought it was fun to plant a wolfbane mist near the entrance. Most of the wolves are inside so we need them fast otherwise we’d lose to them to their wolves. We also need a potion brewer for the bear that attacking the rest of the group with some potion we don’t know of.’ The girls made eye contact with each other, before Lisa said.

‘Take us! Seulgi and Irene know Potion brewing, we can use y/n with her archery skills and her other skills, me and Rose can help as well with the injured. It will take longer for the other servants to come and help!’ The boys nodded Suga said, ‘Seulgi and Irene go on mine and Namjoon’s horse, Jin can ride with Lisa, y/n can you ride with Rose on your own horse.’ The servant brought the mare, the one you rode earlier.

He also gave you another sheath of arrows, before handing the girls healing kits. The deltas grabbed the wolfbane kits, before you all rode back in the forest avoiding the mist leaving the deltas to deal with it. They promise to send reinforcements when they are done. As you rode further you grew worried about Jungkook.

As you got to the clearing to where they were fighting, Lisa and Rose got off helping the injured. Irene and Seulgi recognised the problem, and then started to brew the potion with their ingredients. You got off your horse who was taken care of by a delta nearby to be kept safe. You pulled the sheath of arrows off the horse before securing it around your body, grabbing your bow.

You went off looking for Jungkook, you found him in his wolf form helping another delta stuck in his wolf form. You headed over before, putting down you bow, before grabbing the healing bag around your waist, you grabbed something before putting in the wolf’s mouth he sighed in relief before his body started to heal again soon, he shifted back into his human form.

 All that time Jungkook had turned back and looked at you confused ‘Why are you here?’

‘The girls said that they knew healing and potions to help with the problem. The other deltas got stuck in some wolfbane cloud that made them go insane apparently, so the other deltas went to go and help them with the wolfbane kits. I came here because the girls I said I had good archery & horse-riding skills. But right now, we need to focus on the problem.’ You said, before walking closer and hiding behind a boulder, looking over at the bear.

The great big black bear had a lot of fur meaning it came from a snowy area meaning it would have been isolated. ‘Where did that bear come from?’ Jungkook wondered. ‘Somewhere cold judging by the amount of fur.’ You replied, before, you started to think. ‘Have you injured it yet?’ you asked Jungkook who nodded replying,

‘Its weak on the underside just between the legs and the ribs we haven’t got the chance to hit it neck or abdomen. The rest of the fur is bulletproof, though.’  ‘Well then, we need to hit it at the neck or between the front legs and the ribs. Let’s make it stand on its back two feet. Then hit it with the arrows full of the potion, from Irene and Seulgi, to get through the fur, we can neutralise it before escaping from it. It should go back home, without a problem.’ You explained nodded to move before distracting it.

‘Girls tell me when you are done!’ you said, Irene nodded before they both continued to work quickly on the potion.

You distracted the bear along with the other dodging the attacks, the Rose and Lisa had healed all the fallen wolves, most of them were able to fight. Soon reinforcements from the cloud problem came and you managed to wrap ropes around the bear, restricting it movement.

Soon the girls shouted ‘Done!’ you quickly ran over with Jungkook, the boys came along soon after. You dipped the potion onto the 3 arrows, and you stood up.

‘Guys distract the bear make it stand on its back two feet.’ The boys nodded before signalling the deltas to pull on specific ropes, the bear moved accordingly.

‘I need to get closer… Jimin Taehyung! Backwards with me in a triangle formation of wolves!’ Jungkook shouted to his brothers, they nodded before changing into their wolves. You climbed on Jungkook’s back, before they sprinted forward when you were ready. Jimin and Taehyung ran around the bear confusing it, you then pulled on three arrows and pulled the bow and you released.

The three of them hit the neck and upper chest in a triangular shape broke through the fur. The bear started to wobble, Jungkook widen his eyes. And changed back to cover y/n who was standing behind him to shocked to move. There was a loud THUD and the great big black bear, fell on top of you and Jungkook.

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The boys eyes widened in worry, the 7 of them with a couple of Deltas moved the bear off them. Rolling off the knocked-out beast, they could see Jungkook lying on top of you. -‘Hey Jungkook wake up!’- Jimin nudged him in wolf form. Jungkook groaned before getting off you. He woke up soon after blinked his eyes at the brightness, before he sat up, rubbing his head. The girls gave him water mixed with a health potion to help reduce the injuries.

As your eyes adjusted to the surroundings you had realised that you had moved away from the sight and was in another clearing, away from the bear. Only the boys and the girls were present you could smell, (which was weird) the other deltas out on watch a couple metres out. Jungkook sighed in relief that you were okay before hugging you, and you hugged back, taking in his scent. Thank god that was over…

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Later that evening, you all stayed in your room excited for the ball tomorrow evening. And the next day, the ball dresses were adjusted for you so that, it fitted a bit more comfortably. Whilst you are waiting, you thought it was a good idea to look through the things that Luna Byun gave you to help you identify her as your parent. You recognised the little you in pigtails which you had seen around your house.

You remembered when you saw the pictures at home, you didn’t see a much younger you in the photos at home. Unlike the much more younger you in the pictures. Maybe that’s why your ‘parents’ didn’t want to take pictures of you were younger they made an excuse about it but never told you the truth.

You then began to see some pictures, as the same as your visions and your drawings, you are looking at the young woman and man who you seemed to recall. And then a painting of a small white wolf looking into a lake, it reminded you of the last picture that you took you gasped and realised, it must have been a younger you.

You started to have flashes of the vision, flashes of flames and men shooting arrows everywhere then you saw the small amount of blood on a wolf’s, legs making you black out of the vision. It started to make you dizzy so you closed the book debating to look at it in the afternoon and try to remember it then. You then took your turn to trying the dress and adjusting it around you before pointing out what changes are needed.

You walked back to your room with the girls. ‘Hey y/n are you okay?’ Seulgi asked, you nodded before looking at Seulgi and Lisa who were standing next to you.

‘I am fine I am having flashbacks.’ You said whilst looking at your hands. ‘What flashbacks?’ Lisa asked. You then explained what happen with Luna Kim and Luna Byun at the gardens and what flashbacks you were seeing; before you showed your sketchbook once you entered your bedroom again. Currently all the girls were listening in.

‘Seeing the baby pictures of me,’ as you gestured to the sketchbook you were holding ‘makes me think that Luna and Alpha Byun either knew my parents or they are my parents. And if they are there is a 33 percent chance that I might be an Alpha and if so, I could be dangerous for me.’

‘That’s also true this makes you a werewolf, because you can see things that humans are not meant to see, if your wolf thinks you are safe maybe you really are one of us.’ Lisa said happily whilst hugging you, you hugged her back and the rest of the girls too. ‘Come on let’s go to sleep. We’ll need it for tomorrow.’ Seulgi said, before going off to get ready for bed.

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As you blinked your eyes open, your eyes saw a white fluffy wolf, as you blinked harder your eyes adjusted and you saw a white wolf. Her white coat having a pearl sheen, she looked at you before wagging her tail she had bright blue eyes. Your eyes turned to the surroundings, seeing that you were in a bright forest. You then turned to her and smiled at her, before bringing your hand to reach out to her. She walked to closer to you… once your hand touched her head, her eyes turned red before a white flash blinded your eyes.

Once your eyes adjusted again you turned your head to look around at your surroundings you were in the same place, but as you looked at your feet you found white paws. You started to walk around in your smaller furry form, from the different, much lower viewpoint. Then you heard a howl… it was a friendly howl, so you followed the sound.

You walked closer and found another with a black wolf, along with a young female, much bigger than you like 3x bigger. You realised that you were a very young wolf, unlike the previous wolf you seen. You then realised these were memories of the wolf you had touched earlier; these might be your wolf’s memories. They were happily smiling at you; you took this as a sign to walk closer. The wolf you were stuck inside, seemed to be affectionate to them on her own accord, you whined happily. The scene changed…

 Then you saw red everywhere; you were in the wolf again, your eyes slowly adjusted to your surroundings again and your realised the red was flames. Flames so big that you couldn’t escape them, you whimpered. Then you saw a flash of black and you saw the familiar black wolf again this time he had red eyes, he comforted you. The larger male grabbed you by your scruff, and you went limp allowing him to take you to safety. Soon you escaped the flames seeing many other wolves and females, you ran to them they held you close, like family.

Then you saw the female again looking at you with sympathy and…sadness. You whined at her to cheer up, then you heard gunshots. All the wolves became agitated; you flinched and moved closer to the you moved closer to the female. She petted the back of your neck and face in sympathy, before she was shuffling you to another wolf, a russet wolf, with dark blue eyes. Another grey and white wolf nuzzled your neck with white eyes you responded with a small lick to them. Before you glance back at the female you looked at her in confusion. ‘Please keep her safe, beta. Make she finds a safe home. Priestess, hide her wolf she need to be safe hide her memories and her scent. She’ll find her mate and friends and then she can be herself again, she can come back home. My little moon, be safe I love you. Your father loves you. Your pack loves you. We are proud that you are…’ The scene faded to black again.

This time you were in an unfamiliar forest you could smell humans from a distance, but that wasn’t what you weren’t focusing on…you were looking at the bright auroras coming from the ground. You saw the brown russet wolf looking at you with sad eyes. Then you saw the old female woman with grey and white hair with white eyes, muttering chant you didn’t understand, you recognised her from somewhere.

Then you began to change you body began to contort in different ways you have never felt before you were in pain, you howled and whimpered again and again. Until you heard the final painful crack and you whimpered before the aurora faded you reaching out with a young human hand this time. -‘Hope to see you again y/n.’- the russet wolf said in a male voice whilst you faded into sleep.

You woke up with a start, you closed your eyes, to help stabilise yourself you couldn’t believe that happened you. Lied back down against the bed again, turning your body to face the almost full moon. And you heard in a faint voice:

-‘Family, home, and love. I am home, I can find my family,  I have found my mate, my love.’-

~‘Wolf? Is that you?’~ ~‘Hello y/n I am Aiyana, long time no see‘~

Jungkook woke up early that day to excited not to sleep, he was going to propose to y/n after she had realised her identity. He was jumping around his room to find his clothes foe today, opting to let out his wolf and going to have run out in the wood. Once he was in his old clothes he headed out and walked towards the forest. He shifted into his wolf and started to run feeling free in the air.

~‘Wait! I hear something!’~ his wolf said. Jungkook could hear it too. He heard a small whimpering in pain, before cracking sounds were heard of a wolf changing? It sounded female. He walked closer hiding behind a tall tree looking at the direction of a sound.

~ ‘Is that y/n? She smells just like her.’~ Shadow asked. Jungkook nodded before walking close to the white wolf; -‘Y/n?’- the wolf’s head snapped in the direction of Jungkook, her bright blue eyes widened, before she walked closer to him, taking in his scent. She smiled and nodded.

~‘Jungkook! I am Aiyana y/n’s wolf. She can’t speak yet because she’s not part of the pack yet.’~ Jungkook nodded in response and snuggled close to y/n’s wolf form. She did the same thing, whining happily, before looking at him with her bright eyes. -‘Don’t worry, I am very happy y/n.’- she wagged her tail. Before nudging him to follow her, he nodded and followed her.

They ran until Jungkook, and you met a small cliff face, you stopped you started whimpering again shifting back into your human form you were wearing a white top. Jungkook got confused and sniffed the top, growling at the different scent.

He shifted and took off his top and handing it to you. You on the other looked at him confused, Jungkook turned around to give you privacy. And you changed wordlessly into his top, before handing the shirt back to him, Jungkook put on the shirt. Once he turned around, he grabbed your waist and pulled you so that you sat on top of his lap.

‘Jungkook we are no-’ you couldn’t finish of your sentence when Jungkook cut you off saying, ‘I don’t like another scent on you. I can hug regardless of that curse.’ You looked at him confused, but you could feel Aiyana rolling around in happiness, inside of you. ~’Aiyana why are you so happy about this?’~ you asked, ~‘You’ll find out later don’t worry’~ you sighed before hugging Jungkook back. You stayed like that until you felt the sunrise. You sighed again before trying to shuffle out of Jungkook’s grip, but he tightened hand around you. You whined again before saying.

‘Jungkook, we need to go now if we don’t want to get caught.’ You said, Jungkook whined before letting you go giving you a gentle kiss to your forehead before taking off the shirt before shifting into his wolf, he motioned you onto his back and you nodded. Before he ran back to the house.

Once you entered Jungkook was still in his wolf but was taking you to the girl’s corridor, you thanked him. -‘Y/n whose shirt was that?’- you looked at him before smiling, before throwing it to him. ‘Yours you gave it to me remember? It smells weird because it was in the wash, and I haven’t worn it in ages. No need to get jealous kookie.’ You chuckled whilst walking away. He sighed before walking back to his room. He shifted back in his human form he heard Shadow saying ~‘Well that’s just embarrassing.’~ Jungkook sighed before he walked back to the bathroom to get changed for the day.

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1st January 2020

Once the entire ballroom was done and since the invitations went to the entire pack and close neighbouring packs about a week ago and the majority pack and neighbouring packs confirmed in attending the meeting of the winter solstice. The boys presumed that they wanted to attend because they could find their mates easily or they wanted to see who the next Alpha would be, the thought only made Jungkook more nervous about tonight.

It was a couple of hours later into the afternoon, he headed down the stairs again before heading outside, to the seating area, where the rest of the packs were present. He was wearing a white top with casual blue jeans, black polished shoes, with a black bomber jacket with minimal jewellery, all the other guys wore similar casual outfits.

Hoseok on the other hand in his sage green top and black slacks, unlike the dark mass that surrounded him. He was looking around to look for the familiar servant. Once he met eyes with him, he looked at him, the servant smiled and nodded. Hoseok smiled before catching up with the rest of the group, to sit at the front of the rest of the un-mated Alphas. He was eyed by Jungkook gaze, but he just smiled and nodded to him in greeting, before relaxing into his seat.

He heard before anyone else, the girls heading down the stairs. Jungkook’s shifted his gaze from Hoseok before looking behind him. Soon everyone gazes turned to the entrance of the manor. Jungkook eyes noticeably widened at the sight of his mate making Hoseok almost chuckle loudly at his reaction. He was right to react like that though.

You like Hoseok was also trying to contain your laugh at Jungkook’s reaction, your face contorting into a mischievous smile. You were wearing a plain beige short A-line dress, covered in lilac flowers. You were wearing the lilac necklace with matching rose gold earrings, hair braided and held by a delicate flower pin, you were wearing short comfy heels.

You and the girls wearing light coloured clothing, unlike most un-mated females, your colours standing out against the dark mass. You let out a small chuckle at the females reaction to you, but you put on a small smile unbothered by their spiteful stares. Once you took your seat you sighed in relief no one could smell your wolf.

~‘Aiyana you, okay?’~ you asked your wolf whilst closing your eyes, to hide your bright blue eyes when you communicated with your wolf. ~‘Yeah, I am fine, nothing to worry about. Why?’~ ~‘You probably must suppress the urge to run and play right, after so long?’~

~‘Yeah, it feel weird to hide for so long, but since I realised that our old pack was hunted because of our gene, and they had to hide me for a reason. So, we must wait until we are allowed to reveal our identity, which is annoying to say the least. Speaking of which…When do you think you are going to tell Mr and Mrs Byun is our dad and mum?’~ ~ ‘Some time soon, maybe at the beginning of the ball. But not right now, I don’t think the time is right.’~ You could your hear your wolf agree.

You opened your eyes again, looking around making sure to avoid Jungkook’s gaze, it was fun to ignore him, but you’d have to wait until after the ball to talk to him. Because you knew that both of your wolves wouldn’t hesitate to start talking about everything, gaining the attention of everyone.

You had to not speak to him, because of the extra precaution that you had to take. The girls helped you get ready today giving you scent suppressors, so it masked your Alpha wolf scent. You had to remember to keep your eyes closed every time you had to talk to Aiyana, since your eyes changed colour, which isn’t meant to happen with female omegas and deltas.

Because only the boys, the girls and Mr and Mrs Kim knew about your changes, since you had turned for the first time much earlier than anticipated. The female doctor came back early in this morning and confirmed you had Alpha genes, but she was currently doing a genetic test for your relationship to Mrs and Mr Byun, if they are your parents. She would tell you just before the ball.

You were scared to say the least you remember Jin’s words about all the species who wanted werewolf female Alpha’s for bad reasons. You were more scared about Mother’s words about what happens with the other un-mated Alphas males who was not your mate they would have a rampage to have you, for themselves.

You glanced at the Alphas who were looking in the direction of you and the girls, you widened your eyes and quickly looked away at their weird stares. Instead, you meet the eyes of Jungkook instead he looked at you worriedly, he could sense what you were thinking…

You smiled and nodded that you were okay and that you didn’t need help. If you needed help, you’d asked him. Jungkook turned his head nodded at you and turned his head towards the entrance you heard it too. The boys’ parents had just entered the gardens and headed the front of the gardens to give a speech.

Once they entered the front. They turned to everyone, this time Mother started the speech; ‘Hello everyone, welcome to the last meeting before the ball! Just as we predicted Legendary events have occurred in the time between this event as the last. But never mind that and lets focus on the current event and worry about these things later…we like to thank you for attending this event.’

‘In this event, the high priestess has allowed for meeting of both males and females to talk freely with each other, since we are at the day of the winter solstice. Thank you once again!’ Alpha Kim said there were several loud claps, and everyone started to get up and move around.

You headed over the drink area, needing to get a drink. You thanked the server for the drink before moving back to get back to your table. When you moved, people moved out of the way to let you walk through, you thought it was weird, but you still sat down. Rose was sitting to the right of you, she saw the phenomenon and pulled you away from your table away from everyone. You looked at her expectantly very confused at the sudden intrusion.

‘You need to control your wolf y/n! She is dominating people around you too easily.’ she whispered loudly to you. You widened your eyes, before closing your eyes ~‘I can’t help being like this, it’s the normal me!’~ Aiyana shouted at you. You sighed. ‘She does it because she’s an Alpha she can’t hide her dominance so easily. Now that we are 17, we are already matured enough so much so that our dominance has just started to reach its peak. She been hiding for a long time; she can’t always control herself. Sorry…’ You sighed.

Rose sighed before nodding patting your back before pulling you back to the seating area. You saw the girls eyes and they presumed that Rose told you something and kept quiet and started to talk about something else, you were glad they weren’t talking about those things in front of everyone.

‘Come on y/n Let’s dance!’ Lisa said to you, nodded before grabbing her hand as she pulled you to the dance floor. It was a simple waltz going on with the Alphas and Lunas dancing with each other. Lisa pulled you and you followed her lead through the waltz, she was a bit more of a jumper, you smiled and laughed at her antics. ‘You okay y/n? You seemed spaced out today.’ Lisa said noticing your dazed out expression, you smiled and nodded, before replying ‘I am just really excited that’s all for tonight. I am excited for you girls to find your mates, maybe excited for me if I really do have one but I don’t think that’s true.’ You said whilst looking down.

‘Hey, cheer up I think there are enough guys more than willing to dance with you respectively, during the waltz maybe I can ask one of our pack deltas or maybe one of the boys to dance with you, they’d be happy dance with you?’ she asked you smiled and nodded saying that it would be nice to dance with someone who was willingly enough to be nice and dance with you.

Since you were so shy you weren’t really into dancing with a bunch of strangers, having been able to talk with the boys and some of the deltas at your time here you think it would be okay to dance with one of them if the circumstances does come up, but you knew that you’d be more than comfortable with the boys.

But you couldn’t dance with Jungkook since he must be looking for his mate, you can’t be his mate, even if you wish so hard. You could never be his. Once the song had ended you curtsied to Lisa who smiled and did a gentlemanly bow. You smiled and laughed a little at her antics, she reminded you of what the boys would do when they’d finish dancing with you.

Speaking of the boys, Hoseok made his way over to you and handed his hand to you. You widened your eyes before smiling at him accepting his hand. He lead you through the waltz, ‘So what do you think?’ he said smiling. His dance style was more a prancing happily around the centre ‘You were right about this dress Hoseok, Jungkook’s face was so funny.’ You giggled remembering Jungkook’s gobsmacked face at your dress.

‘I am glad you two are talking again. But before I go, I need to tell you something…This evening after you had talked to Alpha and Luna Byun, come back to the ballroom, surprise is waiting for you.’ He said winking at you before letting you go with a spin; leaving you more confused than before.

And one by one you got through 3 songs with three of the hyungs of the group; Jin next, Suga afterwards and finally Namjoon; each giving you a piece of advice near the end of the song before spinning you off at the end of the song or in the middle of the second verse to the next person…you were playing pass the parcel at this rate…with you as the parcel.

You closed your eyes tight after Namjoon spun you away, until you met with a strong chest, you looked up seeing Jimin holding you. He smiled, ‘Hey mini.’ You slapped him playfully, since you were shorter than him, he like to tease you with that nickname. He smiled before pulling you to the dance floor dancing with you, finishing of the last song with you. Jimin kept you in his hold pulling you into another dance this time a graceful waltz came on, you were spun a turn whilst Jimin kept his eyes on you.

Soon you were just gliding on the spot in silence until; ‘Y/n look behind to your left.’ Jimin whispered into your ear. You turned your head to find Jungkook looking at you with grumpy eyes. You giggled again. Jimin smirked at him before winking at him. Jungkook just got more mad, you could see him visibly shaking. You laughed a little more loudly at the reaction.

It was in the middle of the second verse of the song, and Jimin whispered in your ear, ‘Good luck with Jeon.’ and spun you away just like Hoseok did, you giggled and hit another chest expecting Jungkook but saw Taehyung instead grinning down at you. ‘Here.’ He said whilst grabbing a drink that they waiter was holding, before passing it to you.

You thanked him before finishing of the drink. All that dancing made you tired. You gave it back to him, he placed it back on another waiter waiting plate before he pulled you into the rest of the dance. You laughed at his dancing style, a very large mix of turns and spins depending on the pace of the music. ‘Well did making Jungkook jealous work?’ you asked knowingly.

‘Well judging by his very angry face I think we did a good job. We had to convince him to take you dancing but he said, ‘What if-’ this and that and we got tired and took the opportunity to annoy him by taking turns, to take you dancing.’ ‘Did make him dance with me because…’ he placed a finger on your lips whilst saying. ‘That’s for him to answer.’ He said before giving you a small smile, before spinning you off one last time.

You landed in the arms of Jungkook, when you looked up at him, you saw the doe eyes already looking at you. You smiled at him, whilst he pulled you back on the dance floor. The song was slow paced and was encouraging for couples to come up and dance.

Jungkook in response guided your hand to his shoulder and placed his hand on your waist. He gently grasped your left hand in his right pulling you closer by the waist. You gasped at the close contact but rested your head against his chest. You could feel Jungkook’s low growl in appreciation, you smiled and patted his shoulder before leaning away again.

‘Care to tell me why you didn’t want to ask me for a dance?’ You asked whilst raising one of your eyebrows. ‘I didn’t want to curse you or something. You might find your mate in your new situation. I only wanted what was best for you.’ He explained, you nodded before saying, whilst resting your hand on his chest near where his heart was.

‘Well let me tell you this…I wanted you to ask me to dance, this might be my last time to dance with you as your best friend. I was going to reject every guy who was going to dance with me this time, but I just had to dance with the other guys to get your attention didn’t I?

‘To be honest I don’t care about this curse or whatever thingy-majig that could stop us from dancing with each other. Let’s dance with each other as best friends and worry about the consequences later…Hmm?’ you asked. 

Jungkook chuckled at your childish talk and nodded before guiding you through the dance, making your way to the centre. Chatting like how normal friends do, ignoring the endearing and jealous looks casted your way, unaware of the dangerous and happy events that might occur that night when the moon is at its closest to its children.

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