#Even his blue waistcoat matching the blue in her dress!

[ghosty-writes-23]

Whispers Of Silk & Desire. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: NSFW Content, Mile High Club, Switch!Leon, Praise, Playful Banter, Slight Plot (It you look really hard) Eye Contact, !UNEDITED!, Fingering, Pet Names (Mistress, Princess, Love, Darling, Sweetheart) Teasing, Bareback, !CONSENT IS KEY!, Bathroom sex.

Pairing: RE6!Butler!Leon + Writer!Fem!Reader.

Rating: Mature

Summary: Y/n was sick of the burning heat of summer, so she decided to go on holiday somewhere cold where she could relax and not feel as if she was melting, and of course she brought her darling butler Leon but things spice up when they are alone together in her private airplane bathroom....

Word Count: 5k

Ghosty's Notes: I'm so sorry this has taken so long to come out, I have been dealing with some personal things and just haven't been in the right headspace to write, so this has been a really big work in progress, but I am slowly going to get back too it, I really do hope you enjoy this oneshot and I am hoping to do more in the future and even revisit some older oneshots and maybe rewrite them or even do second parts to them, so please stay tuned, also I wanted to experiment and wrote this in 3rd person, but don't sorry it is still an x-reader.

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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The sunroom was Mistress Y/n sanctuary, with high floor to ceiling window panels that gave her an almost full view of the garden that was at the back of her families estate, she had inherited it from her grandfather after he and her grandmother decided they where going to cruise the world and see where life took them since they weren’t getting any younger, that had only been a couple months ago since they had left leaving Y/n incharge.

Her grandfather had he worked in the government, he wasn’t that much into the political side of the government but more helping people and doing as much as he could for his community, he was truly loved by the people.

As Y/n flipped to the next page of her book she smelt the scent of the freshly cut roses that had been placed on her desk this morning, most likely Leon’s doing since he knew how much she loved the smell.

When she first arrived to the estate she had first met Leon at the front door, he was wearing a tailored dark navy waistcoat with a tie and a white button down undershirt, his hands where covered by a pair of white gloves and his dark blonde hair was slicked back on one side, letting his fringe cover half of his face, he held a stoic but professional look on his face when his blue eyes had meet hers for the first time, but he was polite nonetheless.

Over time you came to learn that Leon was an ex-agent having suffering a back and arm injury that left him unfit to work as an agent anymore, her grandfather had found out Leon was looking for a job and offered him a job at the estate and with the position Leon was in at the time, he didn’t argue and accepted the work, it wasn’t what Leon had in mind for a job but he was desperate for anything.  

Skipping forward to now Y/n had closed her kindle and placed it on her desk before she laid her head back in her chair and let out a soft breath as she fanned herself slightly with her hand, the heat of the room was starting to get to her, as much as she loved to sit in this room and read her book it does get almost unbearably hot in here, but just as she was about to get out of her chair and go to the kitchen to get a drink, there was a knock on her door.

“Come in.” she calls out and soon Leon enters the room, wearing his usual dark navy-blue waistcoat with matching tie, white button-down undershirt and white gloves, in his hands was a tray with what looked like an ice-cold glass of peach iced tea and some frozen grapes. Even in the blazing heat of the summer air Leon was dress impeccability, not a crease in his suit or even a drop of sweat on his forehead, it made Y/n a little jealous since she felt as if she was sitting in a sauna.

“Leon.” Y/n says with a soft exasperated sigh as she looked at the older man as he placed the silver tray on her desk. “Yes Mistress?” Leon asked giving her his full attention after placing the tray down.

“how are you so unaffected by this heat, it’s witchcraft or something.” Y/n says as she reaches forward to grab a frozen grape out of the bowl on her desk, Leon just gives her a small chuckle as he tucks the tray under his arm. “It is my duty mistress, no matter the season as one’s appearance reflects back on the estate.” Leon spoke calmly as he looked at Y/n with an also amused look on his face.

“Well, your duty to keep up appearances no matter the weather because of how it reflects back on the estate is maddening.” Y/n couldn’t help but complain but it wasn’t said with malice or hurtful intent

more like a playful jab, but suddenly her eyes lit up and a smile came onto her face. “Oh, I know that look.” Leon says with the same playful jab knowing his mistress has cooked up an idea. “I have decided something.” Y/n says after she chewed and swallowed the frozen grape that was in her mouth, causing a cold shiver to run down her spine. “and what is that you have decided?” Leon asks as he looked at her with a small smile, Y/n took her glass of ice-cold peach tea and took a sip of it, letting the cold liquid run down her throat before she answered.

“this heat is unbearable, and I refuse to suffer any longer, we are going on holiday effective immediately.” Y/n says as if she was leaving no room for argument, this caused Leon to raise an eyebrow at her suggestion or more like order. “A holiday?” Leon asked her as he was now standing beside her as he leaned back against her desk, he was a little surprised about her sudden suggestion, but a holiday did sound pretty nice at the moment. “Yes a holiday.” Y/n said matter of fact as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I want to go somewhere colder, maybe snowing even if we are lucky we could go to antarctica.” Y/n said excitement clear in her voice as if she was imagining the cold weather and maybe even playing around with some of the penguins. “Mistress not to rain on your parade, but you need permits to go to antarctica.”  Leon says causing Y/n to pout slightly as she took another frozen grape from the pop and popped it onto her mouth.

“I just want to go somewhere where it doesn’t feel like I am slow roasting in my own house.” Y/n says with a small sigh as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the warm air filling her lungs and causing a drop of sweat to run down her back, reminding her she could always take a cold shower.

“Well since we can’t go to antarctica so you can’t play with your penguin friends, what else do you envision for the holiday?” Leon asked as he looked at her, he could see the small pout on her face when she was told she couldn’t play with her penguin friends. Y/n could hear the faint questioning in his tone making her open one eye to look at him.

“I just want to go somewhere cold where I can be comfortable.” Y/n said, and Leon have her a small smile and nodded his head. “and I presume I am coming with you on this little holiday?” Leon asked as she nodded her head as she took a sip of her drink, that now condensation was now coating the glass.

“Of course, I think I would go insane if I was left along on a plane.” Y/n said as Leon grabbed one of the grapes out of the bowl on the desk. “Very well then, I will start looking into places that you can have your little getaway.” Leon says as he pushes himself off the desk and started to head to the sunroom door.

“good and make sure it is somewhere far enough that I can forget about this awful heat for a little while, but not to far that we will have to spend hours cooped up in an airplane.” Y/n says, and Leon nodded his head. “of course, Mistress I will make the preparations necessary before you melt entirely.” He says politely but their was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Y/n just shooed him away before she drank the last of her drink, she couldn’t wait to get out of this heat, to not feel as if her brain was melting and her body wasn’t sticking to the back of her chair, she knew her father had a winter home in Switzerland, him and her mother where currently in New Zealand since it was summer over there and they loved the heat, sometime she shouldn’t believe how different her and her parents really where.

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It had only taken Leon until the afternoon to arrange the plans for the holiday, they would be going to Y/n’s parents winter home in Switzerland so they wouldn’t have to look around for accommodation and they would both have peace and quiet, currently Y/n sitting in her comfortable leather recliner chair with a champagne flute in one had while she was reading on her kindle.

The air conditioner of the private jet had already made her forget about the sizzling heat back at the estate, it was cool on her skin making her hum softly happily. Leon was currently making some last-minute arrangements such as a vehicle and grocery delivery since there won’t be anything to eat at the house.

Finally, after him making all the arrangements Y/n felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders knowing everything was sorted and prepared, but as she read her book she couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on her watching her. “you staring.” Y/n said not looking up from her kindle knowing it was Leon how was staring at her.

“I know.” Leon says his tone was slightly smug but also affection, looking up she gave Leon an amused look before she closed her kindle. “and why could you be possibly staring at me for.” Y/n asked him with the same amusement in her tone, they had always had this sometimes flirty back and forth with each other.

“You know why.” Leon spoke and that caused a small blush to colour her cheeks, it was no secret that she found Leon attractive she meant what woman wouldn’t, and it’s not like she haven’t fantasied about him wondering what he looked like with his hair not slicked back, or what his body looked like under the tailcoat and white button down top he is always wearing, did he have scars from when he worked as an agent like the one on his cheek, their had even been times when she thought about him taking her in her sunroom or even the kitchen counter.

Y/n knew she couldn’t have these thoughts about Leon, he was her worker employed by her grandfather to look after the estate and to take care of Y/n and it would break so many clause in his contact and the reputation her grandfather had built over the years, the news would be too scandalous and could possibly ruin everything.

But there was a part of her deep down that tried to argue with her brains reasoning, saying she is a fully grown woman with wants desires and needs, that as long as they are both consenting then what’s the problem, she pushed those thought aside and playfully pushed Leon away causing the older man to chuckle as well.

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With still 6 hours left of their flight Y/n decided she would change into something more comfortable and warmer and take a little nap, so she had taken her carry-on bag to the bathroom and was starting to get changed, she had successfully gotten her sweatpants on and was pulling her shirt over her head when the door opened.

“Somebody is in he-“ she started but she soon froze when she felt arms wrap around the bare skin of her waist causing her body to tense up. When she finally pulled the shirt down her head she saw familiar dark blonde hair and a playful smile on his lips. “Leon what are you doing in here, I’m changing.” Y/n said slightly flushed as she glared at him through the mirror of the bathroom.

“Just coming to check up on you, Love.” Leon spoke as he rested his chin on her shoulder, she could feel his breath on her neck and his chest against her back, even with their clothes separating them she could feel how warm Leon’s body was. “I’m getting dressed.” Y/n said as she started to pick up her clothes she had changed out of and put them in her carry-on bag.

“I can see what sweetheart.” Leon purred softly as he left out a soft hum, his voice was a lot more husky his eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror. Soon a soft gasp left her lips as she felt Leon’s hand go under her shirt and run down her spine, causing a shiver to go up Y/n’s spine.

She had to bite her bottom lip to prevent any noise no matter how soft or whiney it was from leaving her lips, but her eyes fluttered closed as she braced herself against the bathroom sink, trying to give herself some stability. “You’re so sensitive.” Leon softly teases as one of his hands trails down her arms and lace’s his fingers with one of her hands that is bracing herself on the counter.

“Leon.” She softly breathed his name, but Leon just smiled and took his hand out from the bottom of her shirt and moved her hair to the side, before placing a featherlight kiss on the soft skin of her neck, causing a small yelp to leave her lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” She tried to protest but Leon just keep leaving trails of soft kisses down her neck and to her shoulder.

“I know we shouldn’t, but I can’t help it Mistress.” Leon says and the way he called her mistress sent another shiver down her spine, Y/n knew he had to stop this before things got too out of hand but the rational side of her brain was losing the battle to her desire and want side.

Deep down she didn’t want Leon to stop and she was willing to face any consequences at that moment if it meant she could have him once and then leave this bathroom and pretend nothing happened. Deciding to just go for it Y/n turned around and wrapped her arms around Leon’s neck before she went on her tippy toes and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss, testing the waters and giving him plenty of time to pull away.

But Leon didn’t in fact pull away or even try and break the kiss, he growled softly against her lips as he tightened his arm around her waist before he lifted her onto the counter with ease, his other hand went onto her hair from the back, Y/n back was pressed into the cold bathroom mirror.

That did nothing to cool down the heat that was burning in her body as her and Leon passionately made out, almost as if this moment had been simmering from the moment they met and is only now boiling over in hungry kisses and soft gasps and moans. But soon Leon broke the kiss and rested his forehead on hers, both of them where breathing heavily their pupils blown and their lips slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

“Fuck.” Was all that left Leon’s lips causing Y/n to smile and giggle slightly as her fingers gently ran though his dark blonde hair, but before she could say anything Leon reconnected their lips but this time it was different, their was a hunger and also desperation in his kiss, as if he was devouring her like oxygen it made Y/n head spin as she kissed him back, her eyes fluttering closed as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull his body closer to hers.

Soon Y/n’s hands fell from around Leon’s neck as she gently pushed Leon’s tailcoat off and started to unbutton his shirt, Leon didn’t protest he even helped her by shrugging his shoulders and let the cotton material fall to the floor.

Finally Y/n broke the kiss for air as she was starting to feel a little light headed, she had ever experienced a kiss that intense before it almost left her weak in the knees, a soft whine like noise left Leon’s lips when she broke the kiss as he moved his head chasing after her lips, but she stopped him when she gently placed her index finger on his bottom lip and there was a small smile on her face.

“I needed some air.” Y/n tells him as she rests her forehead against his, finally being about to catch her breath she saw the top half of Leon’s body, there where scars that littered his chest and stomach.

Some looked to be as small surface scars but there where bigger more deeper ones, some looked like blade cuts while others looked at bullet wounds, she hadn’t really knowing what type of work Leon did when he was an agent but by the looks of how nasty some of these scars where it was a little bit more then just some simple paperwork. “Do you they hurt.” Y/n asked him as she reaches up and gently touches one of the bullet scars on his chest, a solemn look came onto the older man’s face before he shook his head.

“Physically no but…” he trailed off and Y/n could already guess what he was going to say. “Mentally yes.” She finished for him and all he did was simply nod his causing her to frown slightly. “But I’m alive now aren’t I.” Leon says in a happier tone trying to lighten the once electric mood.

“Yeah.” Y/n says as she traced one of the scars on his chest with her index finger, but Leon reached down and gently took her hand and brought it up to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. “You don’t need to worry now, it’s in the past.” He tried to reassure her as he trailed kissed from her hand and up her arm, to her shoulder and then to her neck and then her jawline.

Y/n closed her eyes as she felt Leon’s lips traveling up her body, some of the kisses where soft and sweet while the one on her bare skin where a little hard and even little nibbles, as if he was trying to leave his mark on her, his name falling from her lips as she leaned against the bathroom mirror.

“Say my name again Darling.” Leon purred against her skin as he pulled her closer to his body, his lips trailing from her jawline then her cheek and lastly the corners of her lips. Y/n fingers where back in Leon’s blonde lock gently tugging roots between her fingers, no to hard but enough to let a groan like growl from Leon as he reconnected their lips in the heated and passionate kiss.

“You drive me crazy sweetheart.” Leon groaned against Y/n lips as he broke the kiss for air, both of them where breathing heavily and blushing. “I can tell.” Y/n said in a cheeky tone as she soft bumped her nose again his in a sweet gesture only to shiver softly as a sweet moan left her lips, Leon cold gloved hand had slipped into her sweatpants and was gently teasing her folds, making her mew soft as her eyes fluttered closed.

The cold leather was warming up against her skin as her slick coated his fingerless gloved hands, Y/n could see Leon’s eyes darken with desire as he felt how wet she was, knowing his precious mistress was wet for him.

Biting her lip Y/n moved ever so slightly on the bathroom counter, her legs lazily wrapping around Leon’s waist to give him a little more room in the already small bathroom, her arms where loosely wrapped around his neck and her head rested on his shoulder.

Soft moans and whines left her lips as she felt Leon’s fingers work her, gently teasing her clit in small circles, his middle finger and ring finger carefully teasing her entrance but not entering her just yet, Y/n let out a soft whine and bumped her forehead against his shoulder as a plea for him to touch her more, to which Leon just chuckled to himself softly.

“Just wanted to have your consent first, I know I should have asked before putting my hand in your pants, but I couldn’t help myself, I know I shouldn’t take without permission but-“ Leon was cut off by Y/n giggling softly and gently placing her index finger on his lips, her heart swelling in affection at his gesture.

“its ok you can touch me.” She says giving Leon her full permission, she saw Leon’s body relax as he let out a shaky breath as soon as she said it was okay to touch her. Soon Leon buried his face in her neck breathing in her scent as he peppered kisses all over her neck and collarbone, but as Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed at the soft sensation she felt his middle finger and ring finger slowly and carefully pressed inside causing a sweet mew to leave her lips.

Y/n bit her lip to muffle her moans, even though this was a private plane it would be embarrassing if she got caught by somebody especially the pilot, it would just make future trip even more awkward. “Feel good princess.” Leon asked as he used his free hand to rub circles on her thigh as if his fingers aren’t 2 knuckles deep inside her.

Y/n nodded her head as she bit her lip harder, she didn’t touch herself to not moan loudly if she tried to talk. But when Leon curled his fingers and find the spot that made her squeal ever so slightly and clamp her thighs shut around his waist, his eyes went wide in surprise before his smile turned into a smirk, knowing he had just found her sweet spot.

“Bingo.” He mostly mumbled to himself as he started to target that area, he could feel her silk wall start to clamp around his fingers, his leather gloves now completely covered in her slick, he knew she was close as her thighs began to tremble. Y/n had put her hand over her mouth not trusting herself to bite her bottom lip hard to muffle her moan but also not to bite hard enough that her lip will start bleeding.

Y/n watched him lick her slick off his fingers before she reached up and gently tugged him down, kissing him deeply and tangling her tongue with his, she could taste herself on his lips. As the pair kissed Y/n’s hand trailed down Leon’s bare chest and came down to his belt, but she stopped herself before she broke the kiss, she looked up at him through her lashes asking for his consent.

“fuck Leon.” Y/n moaned softly as she arched her back off the bathroom mirror. “come for me mistress.” Leon spoke softly as he gently bit her neck and that was enough, Y/n buried her face in Leon’s neck and bit down on his shoulder before she came undone at his touch, her body jolting with electricity as she rid out her orgasm.

Leon let out a strangled moan as he felt her teeth bit down on the soft skin of his neck, he tried so desperately not to come right then and there. “That’s my girl.” He said as he slowly he pulled his fingers out of her quivering folds and brought them up to his lips and licked them clean, his eyes not leaving hers.

He let out another shakey breath, but Y/n could see his eyes where darken with need and lust. Leon nodded giving her his permission, carefully Y/n unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his pants, once it was free she dropped it on the bathroom ground with a soft clatter, before she reached up and undid the front button and pulled down his zipper, her hand’s trembling ever so slightly.

“You’re trembling darling, are you nervous?” Leon asked Y/n as he took her slightly trembling hands in his. “A little.” Y/n admitted a small blush colouring her cheeks, Leon used his free hand to push his pants and briefs down to mid-thigh.

His cock sprang free from its confines of his brief’s and pants, it stood at attention and Y/n could see it twitching as it had a small bead of precum on his slit, he had a small patch of dark blonde hair but it was neatly trimmed. Slowly and carefully Y/n slipped off her sweatpants, leaving no barriers between them.

She felt Leon press himself against her both of their bodies trembling with need and desire for each other. Leon slowly grinded his hips causing a soft moan to leave Y/n’s lips. “I don’t have a condom with me.” Y/n said causing Leon to curse under his breath making her think he didn’t bring one either.

“Damit it, I didn’t one either.” Leon says as he pulled away slightly, he looked at her with a slightly disappointed and sad look, Y/n felt a little frustrated at herself, but she didn’t think she would be having a moment like this on a plane especially with her butler. “There is another way.” She says quietly as she bit her bottom lip it was risky, Leon looked at her a little wide-eyed knowing what she is hinting at.

“You sure sweetheart, you know the risk right.” He said a little cautious. “I take birth control daily, and I’ve been tested in the last couple weeks, I haven’t had sex since then and if your that worried you could just pull out, just please don’t get it in my hair.” Y/n pleading her case slightly, but she didn’t want Leon to feel pressured or obligated too.

Leon was quiet for a few moments before he nodded his head, seeming to have decided. “Okay we can try it your way, but you have to promise me if it gets to much you tell me okay.” Leon said and Y/n nodded her head with a small smile on her face, it made her heart flutter at how much he seemed to care about her pleasure and feelings.

“of course.” He reassured him as she felt him gently squeeze her hips, before he reached down and grabbed his cock and gently tapped it against her folds a few times, causing a soft whine to leave her lips, her back was pressed against the cold bathroom mirror, but that didn’t matter to her since her body was on fire from Leon’s touch.

“its okay.” Y/n whispered softly, and Leon nodded before slowly and carefully pushing inside her, stretching her and causing her nails to dig ever so slightly into his shoulders, causing him to groan softly. “Leon.” His name falls from her lips in a sweet moan, she almost forgot they where in a airplane bathroom, 5000 meters in the air, her back arched ever so slightly causing Leon to grab her arms and pin them against the mirror as he pressed his chest against hers.

So their was no space between them, his cock sliding between her folds with ease as he thrusted carefully but precisely as if he was trying to find her sweet spot again. “Fuck Y/n.” Leon groaned softly his voice was ragged as he was also holding his groans and grunts back, not wanting to be too loud either.

The bathroom counter was slightly rocking under the both of them, Y/n buried her face in Leon’s neck and her legs tightened around his waist as her walls where clenching around his cock with every thrust. Her moans where muffled but Leon chuckle finding it cute that she was trying to muffle her moans. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut as she could feel her body begin to tremble again, she was close, her nails dug into his back leaving angry red marks, but she knew Leon would be looking at them in the mirror later when they finally reached the log cabin.

“so good for me love, your taking me to well.” Leon praised her as he gently squeezed her wrists in an affection gesture, he was close as well, but he was going to make sure his mistress came before he did. “Leon I’m gonna come.” Y/n warned Leon her moans where getting more high and whiney, her walls where fluttering around his cock like crazy.

“it’s okay darling, come for me.” Leon said through gritted teeth as he speed up his thrusts, causing them to go deeper, feeling as if a knot in her stomach finally snapped, Y/n let out a soft cry of his name as she came around him, leaving her extra sensitive.

“God you look beautiful when you come princess.” Leon growled lowly before she felt him spill inside of her, a deep growl leaving his lips causing her to clench around him at the sound. After a couple of minutes later Leon slowly and carefully pulled out of her and watched his cum drip from her slick folds.

“Can you grab me some tissues, so I can clean myself up.” Y/n asked him as her legs felt like jelly and if she stood up she would instantly fall onto the ground. Leon nodded and grabbed her some tissues and clean her gently, then helped her get dressed back into her sweatpants.

“Thanks.” Y/n said softly as Leon got dressed, once he was dressed he picked her up and started heading back to their seats in the plane. When they got back to their seat’s Leon had settled her on his lap and even grabbed her kindle and a blanket for if she wanted to nap, Y/n smiled softly at him as she rested her head on his chest and tossed the blanket over the both of them, she felt exhausted and their was still a few hours left on their flight.

“get some sleep mistress I’ll wake you up when we are landing.” Leon assured her seeming to be back in butler mode she gave him a small nod and closed her eyes, she felt so lucky to have Leon by her side, she felt like the luckiest girl in the world….

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[chez-cinnamon]

Regarding the clothes ask what style of clothes would you think everyone would naturally lean towards?

I’ll probably get to sketching them at some point but:

- Pomni leans towards a mix of casual and elegant, depending on what the event of the day calls for; if it’s a more casual day like hanging out in the bedrooms or going out to the carnival or lake, she opts for vivid primary colours (with purple accents to represent Kinger lol), shirts/sweaters with big puffy sleeves, comfy pants and butterfly shaped ribbons. She also sometimes just wears her jester hat as if it were hair bc she thinks it’s funny sometimes. When the day calls for something more elegant and regal, she likes to wear smoking suits, lots of dark purple fabric to accent red, blue and white accessories or pants, hair often styled into braids or buns. She gravitates more to feminine suits than dresses. She also has a liking towards leotards due to how freeing movements are.

- Kinger and Queenie are more traditional with regal aesthetics. Kinger’s wardrobe is more samey with frilly boleros, elegant corsets and waistcoats, fancy tight pants that are still good enough to run around in, even some knight armour thrown in sometimes, all in different shades of purple. Queenie’s wardrobe is full of various elegant dresses and smoking suits, more modern and complementary to her figure, a lot of florals, tight around the legs, as well as leotards to match Pomni, all in red. They both share lots of golden accents and accessories, and they both have some more casual clothes and gardening attire.

- Caine’s wardrobe is always growing, as he’s starting to learn a more casual style. He loves his basic red and yellow ringmaster look and the variations he has, but he enjoys cozier clothes on slower days. He likes sweaters, sweater vests, dress shirts, cardigans and slippers, he loves feeling cozy!! But he shares similar tastes to Kinger as well.

- I HC Ragatha as being a farm girl before she got sucked into TADC, so a lot of her outfits are very inspired by cottagecore and farmer’s girl outfits: flowy dresses, summer hats, floral shirt tied up into a crop top, the whole nine yards. She likes a lot of her outfits in pastel blues, covered in patchwork of all sorts.

- Jax likes 2000s casual fashion and streetwear. Think the skater boy next door: dirty sneakers, graphic tee over a long sleeve white shirt, baggy pants with chains on, beanies and necklaces. He also likes a lot of hoodies and sweatpants, all in purples, pinks and yellows.

- Gangle gives off big ballet girl vibes with a mix of Japanese subcultures. Oversized shirts to wear as dresses, jackets that look way too big on her, outfits akin to ballet attire, lots of ribbons and pastels mixed with neon colours. I also HC Gangle as genderfluid, bc I love how masc she looked in the Japanese TADC cafe advert, so I can see her in blockier clothes like her attire from that ad but still retaining that ballet/kawaii vibe. Also a fun fact about GM!Gangle’s outfits is that a lot of them are long pieces of ribbon that can attach to the back of her mask and wrap around her to form a more solid body and outfits, but she still wears regular clothing bc it’s not really warm only wearing ribbons.

- Zooble is a HUGE fan of scenecore aesthetics, as well as emo culture and maximalist fashion. Like with their Zooble parts, anything can go; they like to layer clothes, clash patterns, customise their parts with mementos from adventures, create hair-like extensions to wear on their head. They don’t have any colour preferences, they accept anything lol

[world-of-wales]

NEWS -

THE PRINCE OF WALES & PRINCE GEORGE JOINED IN THE PRE CHRISTMAS FOOTBAL MARCH AT SANDRINGHAM!

Prince George lined up with his dad William to play in a ­traditional festive match for the first time.

They were cheered on from the sidelines by the Princess of Wales, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis at a pre-Christmas kick-about.

They played on the same team in the annual match between the Sandringham estate workers and neighbouring villagers.

Wills and George were in the team wearing blue, with Wills having number 18 on his shirt, spectators said.

The Prince of Wales almost scored a goal as George was hailed by onlookers for energetically running around the pitch.

An insider said: “It just looked like healthy father-and-son bonding time.

“There were other children playing and it was all good fun and light-hearted.

“It is nice that they have returned to take part in the traditional game as they haven’t done so for years.

Wills and George were watched from the sidelines by the Princess of Wales, 42, who was wearing a dark purple polo neck, long light purple waistcoat, beige trousers and a green peaked cap.

She had her long brown hair tied back in a plait and was holding a pair of black leather gloves.

Prince Louis, six, and Princess Charlotte, nine, were also there to cheer on their dad and brother and stood alongside their mum.

Louis, dressed in navy blue shorts, a light blue top and navy blue trainers, was even spotted taking part in a kickabout with mum Kate.

[midnight1nk]

EPISODE CONCEPT #6

What if… there was a very special day at the Showgrounds?

[more under cut]

For context, the people have spoken and the poll [link] is closed, the winner being 💍 (engagement ring) so I shall reveal what it is, drumroll please...

TWO-IN-ONE DEAL: FERRIS WHEEL WEDDING 🎡 + A SPECIAL SURPRISE AT THE END 💍

SURPRISE! The Wedding Episode Concept, naturally, was the Ferris Wheel emoji, but you all get a bonus for choosing the ring! Sorry that it took so long, but I've wanted to deliver something special to you guys for my birthday! Here's to celebrating my 22nd trip around the sun!

⭐️ 🎉 🎡 🎉 ⭐️

What more could he ask for?

SMG4 has been waiting for this his whole life. He had seen dozens of romcom movies and shows, as it was his guilty pleasure, and he hoped that one day, he would fall in love and perhaps even marry his partner. Of course, it didn’t play out exactly what he had seen.

Could you imagine: him, falling in love with his rival? And a former villain no less?

If you were to tell him years ago that he was going to love, date, and marry SMG3, he wouldn’t believe you. Hell, he would’ve coughed out some water if he had a glass, or stared at you because it must be some practical joke he didn’t get. Right?

But there was no joke nor was it a lie.

Change is a curious thing; the opportunities come so many times, but it takes bravery to say, “I want to change”. It then takes a lot more to say, “I will change”. Naturally, it can be difficult as it is, change having a negative perception. But what is human if not to fear the unknown? Four knew it too well, way before he dared to ask Three out. The ‘perfect’ incident, the Meme Factory. There were a lot of moments that he wasn’t proud of, all fueled by the pursuit of fulfilling an image. To show proof that he is worthy to his friends.

This was what stuck with him for years. He was lost for so long and, although it took him a while to find his self-worth, he knew he wanted to change. It was possible because he had seen it first-hand from Three.

Standing before the tall mirror in his room, he fidgeted with his blue bowtie for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was the same bow he wore in WOTFI 2023, except for the knot coated in a rose gold metallic. This, along with the matching waistcoat, were the only things he asked to be included exclusively in his wedding attire, it felt fitting for the occasion.

Meggy: “SMG4, your wedding’s in half an hour! Don’t mess up your collar.”

Meggy and Luigi were here, helping Four prepare for his big day as well as be his emotional support. Mario was supposed to also be here but apparently, he needed to do something else. He did wish Four luck, though.

Meggy was adjusting his white coat, a fusion of a normal jacket with a tail of what seemed like a wedding dress, all with its layers of ruffles. It matched wonderfully with his white dress pants and shoes. Seeing how Four’s nerves were getting to him, Meggy left the ruffles and helped Four with his bow again. He had to look his absolute best in his suit of white, blue, and rose gold after all.

Meggy stepped back, seeing the whole picture with Luigi. Four posed modestly and a note of hesitation.

SMG4: “Well, um… how do I look?” Luigi, giving a thumbs up: “Spectacular!” Meggy: [*nods*] “Agreed!” [*looks at him with patience*] “Nervous?” SMG4, turns back at the mirror: “Meggy, I’ve been running on expresso and adrenaline for the past couple of hours. Of course, I am.”

Meggy stands behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Meggy: “Do you love him?” SMG4, slips a small smile: “Is that even a question? I do.” Meggy: “And you know he feels the same.” [*Four nods*] “Even if things get tough, you guys can figure it out. I know you can. Honestly, out of the two of you, SMG3’s more of a nervous wreck than you.” SMG4: [*laughs*] “That’s Three for you.”

Four and Three have been dancing around each other for years, one unsure to make the first move. Much less if they felt like the other wouldn’t reciprocate. Pretty sure someone made a scholarly study on their would-they-won’t-they.

When Three dared to make the first move and confess his feelings, it was a lot for Four to take in. Four felt the same way, yes, but he was completely stunned by it that he didn’t know how to respond. That, unfortunately, spiraled into a series of misunderstandings and harsh tension between the two. Slowly, they later were able to clear things up, allowing Four to say “I love you too.”

Eventually, Four asked Three out. Four, being inexperienced in dating, was worried that his date plans weren’t enough. They ended up always being over-the-top. Three, on the other hand, was a complete mess because “No, Eggdog, just because Four invited me to watch a movie together doesn’t mean I can’t look fabulous, and that means I can’t mess up my eyeliner right now”. Over time, they learned to be less extreme and enjoy the simple things. As little as just Three hanging out while Four edits a video, it was worth something.

When they started dating, they decided to keep their relationship a secret. They weren’t exactly sure how the Crew would react, other than pure speculation. But there were certainly hints they’ve unintentionally left behind.

White flowers appearing in the cafe’s empty vases. Three and Eggdog frequently joining Four and Beeg4 for dinner. Three and Four falling sleep from cuddling on the game room sofa.

…Well, maybe they weren't that subtle, now that Four thought about it. He was at least glad that the Crew accepted the relationship when the two eventually told them. He took a breath and smiled at the indigo rose pinned in his lapel. Meggy was right, everything’s going to be okay.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

SMG3: “Nothing is okay!”

Meanwhile, in the cafe, SMG3 was pacing around, his purple heels clicking on the wooden floor. Bob and Saiko looked at him, unfazed.

SMG3: “Oh, by all the memes, what if he cancels the wedding? What if he doesn't want to marry me anymore? I mean, look at me! I look ridiculous, of course he wouldn’t.”

He stopped to present his attire to the other two with open desperate arms. He wore a white sleeveless, ballroom-styled gown with some ruffles in shades of purple and indigo. Like a dyed rose. A white pair of long silk gloves to match. His long hair was tied up in a messy bun with pearls and golden leaves sprinkled on his do. For the final touch, he wore a choker with his skull symbol in gold.

Bob and Saiko exchange a glance, an eyebrow raised.

Bob: “Dude, chill. If anything, I bet that idiot is going to short-circuit, forget everything, and propose to you again the minute he sees you.” SMG3: “Bob, I’m being serious! Weddings can go to complete disaster just by one small thing, and that is a fact.” Saiko: “Well, if you’re done with your what-ifs, come and sit down. I have to put the veil on.” [*pats the stool in front of her*]

Three grumbled, reluctantly taking a seat next to Saiko as she got the long white veil.

Saiko: “SMG3, relax. He’s not going to make fun of you. And no, he's not going to leave you at the altar.” SMG3: [*sighs*] “It's just… so many things could go wrong and… I don't want to lose him.” Saiko: [*her face softens*] “Alright, name me one time he's left you behind. Or that he doesn't care about you.” SMG3: “…Touché.” Saiko: “You love him, don't you?”

Three gives her a look as if she grew two heads. Really?

SMG3: “Of course I do.” Saiko: “Does he love you?” SMG3: “…Yes.” Saiko: “Does he want to marry you as much as you want to?”

SMG3 looked back at the past, remembering that day. Four and Three, as always, have been dancing around the idea of marriage. They joke around and say “maybe one day”, despite them already having engagement rings for each other.

Separately, they asked the other’s son for their approval. Eggdog immediately said yes to Four. If his dad is happy, then he is. But when it was Three’s turn, he was shocked when Beeg gave his approval without hesitation. Beeg explained that Beeg was on his dad's side in the ‘perfect’ incident. Even if Four was possessed and Beeg didn't regularly show it, Beeg did care for his dad. Three was the one who saved him. Not only once, but twice. And even more times afterwards. Beeg was forever thankful for that. Besides, it would be cool to have a dad that's just as chaotic as he is.

Four had planned a romantic date in his favorite flower field, just to propose to Three. Little did he know, Three had the same idea in proposing that day. Naturally, there was shock, confusion, then laughter. Indeed, they were the type of couple who would propose at the same time. Three remembered Four’s reaction, a smile filled with excitement and tears of joy in the corners of his eyes.

SMG3: [*smiles fondly*] “We both wanted this, more than anything.” Saiko: [*nods*] “Then, there's nothing to worry about. Just take his hand and you’ll know: everything is going to be okay.” [*finishes up, clips in the indigo rose to his bun*] “I think you're ready.”

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

When it comes to weddings, any newlyweds surprise themselves that they could never remember the finer details. Nerves, excitement, admiration, they all seem to cloud their minds. But even then, through the gaps of clarity, one can find a few memories. It was true when Four walked down the aisle.

Thanks to the recycled rides and stands from Puzzle Park, the Showgrounds appeared livelier than ever before. The lit Ferris Wheel served as the backdrop to the outdoor venue, the sunset painting the sky.

Walking alongside SMG1 and SMG2, Four could see every friend imaginable, all standing to watch their procession. Smiles, waves. Of pride and of silent congratulations. It seemed like the whole Mushroom Kingdom and beyond were here. Meggy and Luigi really helped get everyone settled in.

He manages to catch sight of Saiko, Kaizo, and Bob on a nearby stage, preparing to perform for the reception. They all waved when they noticed Four, Bob being more focused on the DJ turntable playing a record of soft piano tunes.

Once he reached the altar and turned around to wait for his partner, he could see the rest of the Crew in the front row. A few gave him a thumbs up, some were already starting to tear up. Four took a breath, drowning the last of his nerves. It's time.

And indeed, it was. A new tune settled in and the crowd turned to the front of the aisle. Four followed their eyes and no single thing else mattered anymore.

The long-awaited newcomer, SMG3, was the most beautiful person Four had ever seen. He've been knew, of course, but here, Three looked like an angel. A bouquet of indigo and white in hand, Three walked with their son. In tiny top hats and bowties, Eggdog throwing flower petals behind his dad while Beeg was holding the rings. The audience cooed and awed at Three's appearance. Four's heart skipped a beat, his stomach fluttered with butterflies. A lovestruck smile slipped on his face.

There was a mutter from Bob, followed by Saiko elbowing him to shut up, but he wouldn't notice. There was absolutely nothing that could top this.

Then there was Three, managing to see through the veil over his face, was drawn by his love upon the altar. Four looked amazing in the suit. It fitted him like a glove, colors and all. Breath taking. Oh, how much he wanted to run up and tackle him, pepper Four's face with kisses. With all the love in the world, he was tempted to do it. Once he reached the altar, Four offered his hand, Three swore he could melt right here and now.

SMG3, looking away in bashfulness: "Um...hey." [*Four lifts his veil*] SMG4, keeping his giddy smile: "Hi, dear." [*looking to realize they were the only ones at the altar*] "Ok. First off, you look beautiful and I'm willing to skip the vows just so I could kiss you, but... um... did you get someone to officiate our wedding?" SMG3: [*looks at him blankly*] "I thought you did...?"

As if their question was answered by the universe itself, a green pipe sprouted from the ground. Of course, the man of the hour, jumping out of it...

SMG3 and SMG4: "Mario?!" Mario: "Hello! :D" [*climbing out as the pipe went back down into the ground*] "It's about time you gays tie the knot."

Mario struck a pose, wearing his usual overalls and cap except for an additional black bowtie.

SMG4: "Wait, does that mean...? Mario: "Well, you officiate plenty of weddings, SMG4. It's only fair if Mario does it for you, as your Avatar and best friend. Besides, Toadstool gave me permission."

Four and Three looked at each other and shrugged, sure why not? Seeing that there weren't any problems with it, Mario cleared his throat.

Mario: "Dear guests, we're here today to see two of our beloved friends finally be together. Heroes, partners. Not only have they saved us countless times, they also saved each other. And believe it or not, man, how it was pure torture for Mario to see their yearning." [*everyone chuckles*] "Now, Mario may not be the most intelligent, or intelligent at all, but Mario will say this: the love and care between these two is undeniable. As much as they started as rivals, they have grown to be who they are today because of their partner. A miracle of second chances, of understanding. And as their friend, Mario can say how happy he is for the two of them." SMG4, whispers: "Wow, Mario. Thank you, that was actually very sweet." Mario, whispers back: "Dude, Mario's been captain of the ship from day one. Especially because of the igloo. Anyway..."

SMG3 and SMG4 froze, and glanced at the crowd with nervous smiles. Hopefully, no one else heard that. And no, no one did.

Mario: "If anyone objects to the wedding, speak now or forever hold your peace." [*the crowd stayed silent*] SMG3: "Good, because I was about to fight anyone that did." [*Four snickers*] Mario: "Now, for the vows." [*Beeg comes forth with the rings, offering them to his dads*] SMG4, holding a rose gold ring: "Three..."

But before Four could say anything else, a loud crash interrupted the ceremony. The ground shook violently, Three and Four held to each other protectively. Then, another rumble, this time the Ferris Wheel crashing down. The impact created a giant dust storm, the terror rising within the crowd. Fortunately, no one was hurt.

As the dust settles, a large figure emerges. Unfamiliar for most, the opposite for the Crew.

SMG4, eyes narrowed: "You..." ???: "Ah, was I too late to object? Or you didn't care to invite me?" SMG3: "Please, as if we wanted you here. At all." ???, to SMG4: "Gee, and I wonder how a hero would come to ruin, marrying a villain? Then again, with you and your perfectionism, you might've already had." [*turns to Three*] "And you, did you really believe turning yourself into a "good guy" would make you feel better for what you've done in the past? Or what, did you think villains could have happy endings?"

Three frees himself from Four's embrace to step forward, an arm shielding his partner.

SMG3: "Now, listen here, asshole! Being a villain or not, I don’t give a shit what you all think of me anymore. But don’t think I’m going to let you crash in here and ruin our wedding day!" ???: "Hmph. Well then, I would like to see you try."

With a wave of their hand, a whole army of henchmen starts to emerge from the woods, marching towards them. Somehow, SMG3 pulls out a giant machine gun out of thin air, leaving everyone flabbergasted. Where the hell did that come from?

SMG3, smug: "Bet on it."

Just as everyone else reacted, Four did as well. No, like seriously, where did Three get that gun from? Regardless of what that answer may be, Four simply seeing Three's iconic grin made him blush. Screw what Four said earlier, this was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Oh spaghetti gods, that was kinda hot.

SMG4: “Three…” Please marry me... oh wait, I already proposed. Shit. SMG3, looking back at his partner with reassurance: “I know it’s not how the wedding’s supposed to go, but since when was our world ever normal?” [*offers a hand*] “Whaddaya say, want to kick some ass?”

Four, completely enamored by Three, happily accepted his hand.

SMG4: “I’d say, let’s give the audience what they want.”

He winks at the viewer. Yes, you, the one behind the screen. He then turns to Saiko, Kaizo, and Bob.

SMG4: “Drop us a beat.”

The three nodded and performed a song, unlike one that would normally play at a wedding. The two parties clash, hordes of henchmen fighting against guests in fancy outfits.

Mario and Luigi knocked out a few with a hammer and vacuum respectively while Meggy had their back with her Splattershott.

Tari shot down enemies from the sky and Melony in her god mode struck several in the ground with her sword.

In the heart of it all, there was the newlyweds. Three switched between using his machine gun to throwing bombs. Four meanwhile used his meme power and a handgun, his senses becoming hyper-sensitive. If his new abilities taught him anything, it was that he could maneuver like an actual glitch. One second, he was in front of you, and in the next, he would be right behind you to strike. To them, this was an elaborate dance that only they knew the steps of.

They supposed it was true about weddings, time moves so quickly that you never remember the finer details. But Four, protecting his partner's back, knows that, in a moment of clarity: he was lucky to have Three by his side.

Soon, the army retreated back into the woods, and the villain, tempted to hide their defeat, glared at the duo.

???: "This isn't over."

And with that, they fed in a blink of an eye. The guests cheered, celebrating their victory. Three dropped his gun and was about to ask if Four was okay. Instead, Four jumped into his arms and kissed him. Three was certainly surprised by it but kissing his love back. Their attires were tattered up in tears and stains, their hair looking like bird nests. They didn't care.

The two part, and Three raised his eyebrow.

SMG3: “Doesn’t the kissing part come after we exchange the rings?” SMG4: [*rolls eyes amusingly*] “Oh, now I’m not allowed to kiss my future husband?” SMG3: [*takes a gold ring from his gown pocket*] “Husband.”

The two exchanged the rings as they said their vow:

I, as your partner, acknowledge that we had a rough start, clashing due to jealousy and greedy desires. But despite it all, I always have and will admire you, willing to forgive you for the hurt that was done. I promise to be with you when you need me. I promise to continue to love you, be your partner-in-crime. Let me be with you in every adventure until the very last. It'll be 'you and me against the world', until the stars fall from the sky...

SMG3: “As your husband, I promise to be true.” SMG4: “As your husband, I promise to be your light.

The two shared another kiss, this time the crowd cheering for the couple. Together, always and forever. A life spent with their love is all they could ever wish.

What more could he ask for?

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this episode (concept), I've been waiting to share this one with you guys for so long and I had the perfect time to do so!

By the way, for SMG4's outfit, I was inspired by this from Pinterest [link] AKA the most enby wedding outfit that I've ever seen. For SMG3, I kinda just made it up on the spot but thought about "pretty princess" the whole time. As for the battle scene, I had the perfect (oh yeah, gonna use that word) song that matches it [link], a remix track from Deadpool & Wolverine. Just imagine all the slowmo, *chef's kiss*.

Anyway, thank you all so much for the birthday wishes and presents, it really meant a lot to me and made my day feel special.

Hang on, I'm getting a call....

Whats this?? ...MERCH?!?!? That's right, introducing:

Ferris Wheel Wedding (Fake) Merch Line

First up we got a special acrylic keychain, where one side we have the lovely couple standing in front of the Ferris Wheel, and on the other side, here they are being totally badass.

It also comes in as a standee, WOW

Next up, we got a poster of the newlyweds off to their honeymoon. Aw, look at them riding Four's forklift! How lovely ❤️

And lastly, for a limited time only, we have the matching wedding rings, exact replicas of Four and Three's!

Share it with a partner if you have one, use it in an actual wedding, or just have it as a souvenir!

GET YOUR MERCH TODAY!

(i'm luke trust me /j)

[pillowbugs]

so uh. that poto au i did just over a week ago.

was playing around with some ships to figure out who would fit the roles of the other characters, and landed on airplaneshipping for christine and raoul. preferably ignore all the plot that would have to happen to lead to this point. (the scene where the phantom shoots fireballs, except in the pokémon universe it's a full on battle against the phantom and his chandelure. for an added bonus, look up the name of the 'song' sung during this part of the musical.)

unmasked ver. (additional design notes under cut)

elesa:

christine's dress in this scene is light blue, which is a colour that is indeed present in elesa's design (her bw2 outfit moreso). elesa not wearing any yellow felt wrong though, which is why the layers underneath are yellow-tinted.

went with her bw1 hair colour because christine was blonde in the original book.

her cloak is mostly based off her bw2 jacket in shape; it's black with a red clasp, which makes it not only similar to the cloak donned by christine in the musical but also retains the same idea of the cloak being a visual representation of the phantom's (who wears mostly black) hold over them. (+ the other colour ingo is most associated with is red.)

however, because of the lighting, said cloak appears yellow on the side closer to skyla - more similar to her canon design, and being close to skyla in a way rids her of the darkness.

she gets to change her hairstyle as a treat.

skyla:

it wasn't common for women to wear waistcoats at the time (1900s), but sapphics in history quite famously fucked with a lot of gender norms.

actually both of these lovebirds are blue now. sets up a colour contrast between the lighter, friendlier blues of the couple and the darkness and reds of the phantom. (blue = friend and red = foe like it's fire emblem)

the way swanna is placed is intentional, to set up a more angelic imagery mirroring the phantom's darker version (more on that in a bit).

both women wear matching white roses in their hair. something something flower symbolism. but skyla does also have feathers in her hair, for obvious reasons.

swoobat because hearts :D

ingo:

was debating on whether to make him actually more deformed in this au, but didn't really feel in the mood to sit down and design it in detail for this piece.

there isn't much i can say about his outfit design given it's literally just mashing his usual uniform together with his butler alt from masters. though upon actually looking up the phantom's outfit, the end result is actually surprisingly close. not surprising given both wear victorian suits and primarily wear black.

my original concept for the au was that he still works with the subway, he just does it from the shadows instead of being a public figure - hence he still wears a train conductor's hat. though since the battle subway isn't a thing (or at least not in the form we know it) he doesn't have its logo.

his cloak is intentionally flared up in this scene, for a few reasons: 1) it looks cool, 2) it resembles gliscor (albeit it isn't present here) and 3) mirrors skyla with a darker angelic imagery - the original musical had the whole "angel of music / death" thing.

i actually went through quite a few variations of his mask before settling on this one, and even then i'm not entirely satisfied with it.

version 1: exactly the same as the one used in most advertising for the musical - decently terrifying, but considering ingo's main 'issue' is his mouth, which this (and the one actually used within the musical) doesn't cover, this would be completely useless aside from probably hiding his identity and especially his resemblance to emmet.

version 2: leaned more into the angle of trying to alter his expression, particularly to be smiling instead - to be more similar to his brother. also suitably unsettling, but this specific style wouldn't work if you looked at him from any angle besides this one though. also, from this angle, because his actual mouth is obscured, i was worried he would actually be mistaken for emmet instead (given generally fandom tends to make emmet the unhinged one - let ingo have some fun too, guys).

version 3, the one i went with: has patterns at the cheeks simulating the edges of a smile (and also has the black-on-white contrast); his actual mouth is hidden but visible through the cloth.

why is there a litwick on the gravestone? good question!

in all honesty, this was part me drawing blorbos into an au and part me conceptualising what the pokémon universe version of POTO would look like.

[chatonarya]

New Kjerag merchandise has been released, featuring new art!

First things first: our second piece of official Gnosis art of him smiling! Truly blessed.

I have to say I love how Gnosis apparently decided to accessorize out the wazoo: tie clip, collar pins, scarf, cuff links, and watch(?) chain on his waistcoat. Bird moment. Even his waistcoat itself has a lovely feather pattern on the lapel and elaborate buttons, and his black and white shoes are a nice touch. Hard to see, but his belt is white too. And I love the red lining of his coat, just like his Speaker cloak! He knows how to dress!

Meanwhile, Enciodes: I'm naked without my bondage harness.

Degenbrecher's horn chain is such a great touch. I love seeing the AK characters adorning their animal body parts.

She looks great. Gold highlights suit her so well, as do boots, and her high-waisted pants(?) and corset-style belt work great. The fur collar of her jacket is also a nice parallel with Enciodes. The trio wearing silver, blue, and gold also gives them the feeling that they're a matching set. Triple date?

Enya's green ribbons give the vibe of being a gift from the Duke of Caster that she has to wear for political reasons. Ensia looks extremely cute in her mini sweater dress. I also can't help but laugh at Harold being included as an honorary Kjerag, though admittedly, this merchandise is being advertised as RS merch, hence the exclusion of Kjera etc., I would presume. I, too, enjoy counting Harold as an honorary Kjerag.

[easterbonnet]

If you would be so kind I would love to see an older Remus getting a hand made hat and scarf from his girlfriend(crochet if you don't mind, I hate knitting)! I think he would love those types of gifts and if she could be a muggle that would be even better! Please and thank you so much!

this is so cute and fun to write for, and i'm glad you asked for crochet because it's a hobby of mine!! hope you like it

My Girlfriend, The Hooker

f!muggle!reader x older!remus lupin

cw: none?

. . .

Sparkling swirls of snow sauntered sleepily from the high heavens on a slow moving and homely day in Godric's Hollow. Rich shades of green were the only things peeking from behind the porcelain drape that iced the village like a perfectly piped cupcake you'd see on display at Madame Puddifoot's. With the view blanched of colour, the evergreen trees winded and curved in an even more whimsical way than usual, their frosted tips left undisturbed.

Tucked away, nice and toasty in her small cottage, resided y/n, whose eyes only peeled away from the ivory landscape to count her stitches or swim over the rather fluffy cat curled up next to her.

The occupied lady sat comfortably surrounded by a mountain of different yarn. Autumnal colours scattered against the winterous backdrop in the form of woolly bundles in every thickness, length and texture anyone could dream. Her shaggy companion could only agree, having chased, batted and launched on multiple balls of the stuff.

"Nearly dooone...", working away busily, her tongue poked out the corner of her mouth with concentration as each stitch twirled from her wooden crochet hooks.

"Annnd VOILA!", she smiled triumphantly, "One crochet hat and one scarf to match".

With her attention not leaving the hand-crafted garments all afternoon, she greeted the evening unexpectedly and with a face of shock as instead of seeing neat, snow-dressed houses and luscious nature as she peeked out the living room window, she laid her gaze on her own tired expression and a darkened sky.

"What do you think, pumpkin?", she keenly asked the orange cat waking slowly from it's slumber. He jumped down from the cushion he was cuddled up on and strutted over, inspecting her handiwork with a sniff. Dismissing it and deemed uninterested, he spotted a ball of yarn hiding under the settee and pounced towards it.

"Fine, I'll take that as a sign you want your hat in that colour?", Y/n giggled imagining the tabby wrapped cutely like a present in the garish purple fibre.

Abruptly, the crunch of freshly trodden snow became louder as the soggy footsteps lead to the front door.

"Quick!", she dashed the yarn behind the velvet, embroidered cushions that lined the furniture and even up her jumper, fighting the feline for the last one.

"Remus", she smile overcompensatingly, "you're back", perching herself casually on the seat, conveniently hiding her afternoons work behind her.

The lanky man ducked through the uneven door, his nose as red as a strawberry from the biting weather, and his scar-scattered cheeks painted with blush. Gleaming, blue-tinged snowflakes dotted his hair like the aging of old parchment, as gusts of wintery breeze followed him in.

"Crikey, it's cold out there", he mumbled, removing his long length coat and rubbing his hands together to warm them, after slamming the door firmly shut. He brushed the residual snow from his beige, tweed waistcoat, and trousers to match, smoothing the creased and wet sleeves of his white shirt and tugging on his dark tie to loosen it.

"Funny you should say that", she smirked.

He looked over at her from his hunched form, raising his eyebrow, "It is, is it?"

"Stand over there and close your eyes", y/n pointed to the centre of the room.

"Love, I've just got back-", the working man tried to protest.

She pouted at him, "Please"

He narrowed his eyes with curiosity, and silently did as he was told.

"Eyes are closed... and suspicions are high", he whispered the last part, lolling about as he stood there, arms by his side, slowly regaining the feeling in his numbed hands and feet.

"Okay now wait, don't look", she scrambled about, running up the stairs and throwing the excess balls of yarn on her bed, before running back down and grabbing his present that was hiding right under his nose.

"I'm not looking because I trust you, but if you fly down those bloody stairs again from wearing those fluffy socks-"

"Shhh shh", she smiled at his chilly face and placed the hat she made over his messy locks, the comfort of the wool softening his features, before draping the matching scarf around his neck sweetly.

She kissed his cheek, "Okay handsome, all done", she burst out giggling when he opened his eyes.

He brought his hands up to his hat, feeling it before peering down at the scarf, "Darling, did you make this?"

She nodded, clasping her hands together behind her back.

"C'mere you", Remus expertly pulled her onto his frame, kissed her forehead and embraced her, "I love it, thank you", he uttered placing his hands either side of her arms now, tilting his head down to her and making sure she absorbs his words.

Y/n eyed up how the hat looked, "Atleast they fit this time", she bit her lip with an oops expression, "Not like those socks I made last year."

He chuckled at the memory, softening his gaze onto hers, "Nothing a little magic couldn't fix eh?", he winked.

His girlfriend frowned playfully, "I want magic powers", she grinned grazing her fingertips over the fabric of his back pocket where his wand was, her chin pressed against his chest as she stared up at him like a baby penguin.

"No, you're perfect as you are", he leant to kiss her delicate lips, and soothed his hand over her mane of locks. His eyes fluttered shut on their own accord, melting into the heaven that was her touch.

[vinylfoxbooks]

August 19 - Invite | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 1138 Suggestive at the end

“Why are you here, Lily?” Remus sighs, watching one of his best friends walk through the door to the flat that she let herself into from where he’s sitting on the couch with a book. He can hear James in the kitchen finishing up with whatever they’re currently making. 

“I am here!” Lily announces, pushing further into the flat, “To officially invite you to the Halloween party that Mary and I are having.”

“And are those hotties that showed up in your story the other day going to be there?” James calls from the kitchen, “For both Remus and I?”

Lily laughs and turns an inquisitive face on Remus, “The ‘hotties’?”

Remus rolls his eyes, “The brothers or whatever that you posted something with. Pandora was talking to one and the other was waving at the camera.”

“Oh!” Lily nods, “That would be Regulus and Sirius, Pandora’s best friend and his brother. Yes, they’re both invited to my party but I don’t know if they’ll be coming for sure. Just out of interest, which one were you guys interested in?”

“Funnily enough, I really liked the one that was waving, Sirius I presume?” Lily nods and Remus continues, “James liked the grumpy looking one.”

“Of course they would.” Lily smiles, rolling her eyes, “When I know for sure whether they’re coming or not, I’ll let you two know.”

“You should tell us what they’re wearing as well!” James calls out once again, “So we can do something to match it!” Lily rolls her eyes but agrees nonetheless before pressing a kiss to Remus’ cheek and standing up, walking out of the flat. Remus rolls his eyes at the interaction while James starts cackling upon hearing the door slam closed. 

Days later, Lily texts them informing them that Regulus and Sirius are going to be attending the party and that they’re going as Nine Zenik and Kaz Brekker from Six of Crows, which James gets incredibly excited about and they immediately start brainstorming about what the two of them are going to wear. 

Which is how James and Remus end up walking into Lily and Mary’s house with James wearing a red button that’s half unbuttoned underneath an open burgundy waistcoat with little swirl patterns on them and a brown leather overcoat that matches the one that sits on Remus’ shoulders with the collar popped up, and a black top hat sitting haphazardly on their head. They’ve got a pair of black pants with some holsters on their thighs that hold fake guns vaguely resembling Jesper’s. Remus, on the other hand, is wearing some brown slacks that match his coat and a vest with several pockets visible on top of a brown button up. He’s got some extra things to make him look like a ‘tinkerer’ but otherwise his outfit is rather simple.

“I don’t know why you’re even wearing that many layers,” Remus says as he holds the door open for James, “You’re going to be down to your button up by the end of the night.”

“You know me so well, my love.” James smiles, slipping into the house with Remus following just behind them. The two find Lily easily, who is wearing a pink cocktail dress with a red bow sitting on the top of her head. Nearby they can see Mary wearing a green, tight-fitting tank top and a black miniskirt and Pandora wearing a white and light blue dress with white stockings, their hair in ponytails with blue ribbons. 

“The Power Puff Girls.” Remus nods upon stopping in front of her, his gaze just breaking from the other two to properly look at her. 

Lily smiles when she sees them, “Pandora’s idea. Wylan and Jesper, that’s a surefire way to make the Black brothers think that you’re together.”

James shrugs, “Who else would you put me as? Inej?”

“And if I were trying to go for Nina’s counterpart, could you really see me being Mattias?” Remus follows up, “We figured that these were the best, and James wanted to wear the top hat.” Lily concedes to them before pointing to where Sirius and Regulus are leaning against a wall, talking to each other. 

Regulus is dressed as Kaz, a black button up underneath a black and silver waistcoat with silver chains going from the lower center to either of his sides and disappearing under a thick black overcoat along with some leather gloves. Sirius, on the other hand, is wearing a long red dress with gold detailings and slits down either side and a black and gold waist cincher. Their longer hair is pulled back into a bun. 

“Damn.” James whistles, looking Regulus up and down. Remus can’t help but nod at that. Lily laughs at them before stalking away to her partners. 

James and Remus go to enjoy themselves at the party for a while, deciding that they need some alcohol in their systems before they start even trying to flirt with the attractive brothers. At some point, one of James’ favourite songs gets played over the speakers and James pulls Remus onto the dance floor by his hands and pulls him to their body. Remus, as he tends to do, humors them and starts singing and dancing along with them. 

At one point, after the song has long switched to other ones, James goes to twirl Remus but watches as he gets pulled away by Sirius while Regulus slips in and grabs James’ hands. While in shock, James is all the more willing to take it into stride, “Why hello there.”

Regulus hums, slow enough that James almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of the party around them, “Hello.” He drags his eyes over James’ body, “Jesper Fahey?”

“Kaz Brekker.” James smiles in response, dragging their own eyes over Regulus, “Just what kind of heist are you planning today? Maybe stealing my heart?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, “I take it, from your flirting with me, that you and your Wylan over there that my brother is dancing with aren’t together?”

“No,” James smiles, “Just best friends with the personalities of these characters. My name is James, my friend over there that your brother seems about ready to jump is Remus.”

“And why do I need to do that?” James shrugs, “I figure that your brother is the type of person to shag first, ask questions later and Remus doesn’t like answering those after a good fuck. Figuring that you knowing his name was better than nothing.” 

“Mm,” Regulus hums, jerking his chin away, “That may be the case, but I think I’ve asked enough questions. Want to find somewhere more private?” James nods and starts pulling Regulus towards the hallway that takes James to the spare room that they usually end up staying in when they stay with Lily and Mary.

I know that technically Wylan and Jesper are together and neither of them are with Kaz or Nina but I thought those characters fit each of them the best, y’know

[am-i-interrupting]

Okay first off OMG THANK YOU FOR ACCEPTING ME REQUEST!! I loved it and I was wondering if it isn’t too soon like what was Vox x readers wedding like from the OATSH series I’m just wondering since they mentioned Vox was wearing his wedding ring so I wonder what their wedding was like I bet velvet made the brides and grooms suit and doing a absolute amazing job and why do I see Vox crying a bit like not water fall crying but like light produce section Mist crying. also why do I imagine Vox got turned on if he saw yn getting all angry and stuff 😅 also again thank you for accepting my request

Their wedding was actually in the 60s but this is how I imagine it.

To Feel Adored | OATSH

You wanted to continue to adjust and nitpick. You couldn’t keep your hands or your heart steady.

This was it. It was finally happening. You were getting married. It felt like a fantasy. It didn’t feel real. How could it be? How could this happen to you?

You adjusted your earrings even though they didn’t need it. It was a good thing Rosie hadn’t allowed you to hold your bouquet because you had no doubt it would be torn up petal by petal on the floor.

You gathered the soft fabric of your dress and ran your thumb over it. The dress was beautiful. Lace hugged your bust and collarbone creating an empire waist to the dress. The sleeves were long and bell shaped, cuffing at your wrists. The dress itself didn’t accentuate your curves but rather fell delicately over them.

A knock on the door.

“Come in!”

It barely creaked as it opened but your ears still turned to the sound. You saw your father’s reflection join your own in the mirror.

He wasn’t wearing his usual suit but it was similar enough. It had the same stripes in that reddish-pink color he was so found of but the base of the suit was white. He wore his stitched up at between his deer ears, his horns having grown big enough to peak out the top of it. He’d chosen his glasses instead of his monocle for the day. The rested carefully on the bridge of his nose. He smiled at you with those stained teeth of his.

“Are you ready, my deer?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” you told him.

“Good.” He reached for your veil and placed it over your hair (which you’d decided to wear naturally) and face, no need for a clip when the holes for your fox ears would keep it in place just fine. “Let’s get this over with.”

He held his arm out to you. “I’m not going to die.”

“Ah, let’s not get stuck over semantics,” he said as you looked your arm in his.

He placed his hand atop of yours. You didn’t miss the small squeeze he gave it. You squeezed it back.

Rosie greeted you in the hall, Frank at her side. Rosie and Frank dressed in opposing colors. Frank dawning more light pinks instead of the usual whites while Rosie wore a nearly all black dress, the bust a pink that matched Frank but covered by a ribcage.

She finally handed you your bouquet. Irises, which reminded you of life in New Orleans, joined by red lupines and blue hydrangea. You felt yourself leaning against your father even more. Alastor held you steady.

You focused on the flowers in your hand as you walked toward the isle. You couldn’t look at anything else. You couldn’t breathe.

You just focused on the flowers and thought of every moment up until this point that had gotten you here. In both life and in death and you couldn’t believe that this was true, that it was happening, that it was real.

You took a deep breath and looked up. Immediately you were taken by his expression. Vox’s absolutely love-stricken eyes. The zap of electricity that went between his antennas, showing his rapid heart rate as your eyes met.

Then you were taken in by his outfit.

He did always look so handsome in dark colors. A dark black suit jacket hung open to reveal his white and blue stripped waistcoat, double breasted. His dress shirt beneath was black but von straws the the light purple tie he had so nicely. Vaguely, absently your registered that the purple matched the accents on your tail, ears, and hair.

He looked absolutely stunning.

You and Alastor got to the alter before you were ready. You didn’t even flinch when Alastor took Vox’s outstretched hand and used it to pull him closer before you could grab it.

“Hurt her and I will tear your soul apart bit by bit for all of Hell to hear, understand?”

“I—um,“ Vox barely even spared him a glance, too focused on you. “Yes.”

“Lovely.”

He let go of Vox and allowed him to take your hand. His own was grabbed by Rosie who was shaking her head as she pulled him to his seat.

“Was that necessary?”

“Very.”

You paid it no mind. You hand was in Vox’s. So delicately, he helped you up to the podium when you really needed no help at all or you couldn’t, if you could take your eyes off him.

In front of the podium, he carefully lifted the veil from your face and folded it atop your head. He let his hand carefully caress the side of your face. Then your hands joined together and the ceremony began.

It was all a blur, too focused on the man in front of you to truly process anything that was said. Just repeating the words you vaguely registered and taking the rings off of the pillow Vark held in his mouth, until the line you had been waiting for came:

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Vox didn’t have time to react as you quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a kiss. He nearly fell back due the force but gripping your waist, he managed to not go backwards. You surged forward and wrapped your other arm around his shoulder and kept him close. His hands went between your shoulder blades.

You pulled away. No longer bride and groom but husband and wife.

A large meal had been made mainly by Rosie and Alastor though there were a few things you saw that you knew neither would have been able to make so someone else must have been involved. Everything had been labeled, however, with ingredients so no one who didn’t favor cannibalism would be subjected to it.

There were, of course, speeches to be made which began when Alastor stood and whipped out his microphone. Within the company of only friends and family, there was a bit of ability to let down some of those fortress walls of his, aided by the whiskeys you’d seen him take back both before the ceremony and now.

“In life, you were one of the few I cared for and in death that remains the same. However, recently I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that you have grown up and you did it without me. So, although I may no longer be the center of your world anymore, know you shall always be the center of mine and know that should anyone hurt you I will not hesitate to take the time and energy to host a broadcast so excruciating that he will deafen himself and all those in hell with the sound of his screams.”

Your rolled your eyes as the last part was spoken directly to Vox.

“You have and will always be,” Alastor reached out for you hand, “my best accomplishment and so long as you are happy, I can live a fulfilling afterlife.”

Alastor kissed your hand and squeezed it. You squeezed back.

Alastor looked at Vox as he gently placed your hand on the table and twirled his microphone before it was engulfed in shadow. A silent competition.

“Well, I know when to take a cue,” Vox said as he stood. “Now, I’ll admit defeat and say this one time that words are not my strongest skill. I am far better suited with visuals.”

Vox brought out a television. His back facing you prevented you from seeing what he was doing but you heard the click of a button before the television began booting up. Vox moved to the side.

“There was no day in my life more special than the day I met you and no day more devastating than when I lost you,” Vox said as the television flickered one last time before it settled.

You saw something you didn’t know. You saw the day the two of you met from Vox’s perspective. You had been too busy adjusting every detail of your appearance so you played the part that you hadn’t seen him glance through the window of the door and see you, stare at you for a moment before he shook himself and took a few steps so he could make a grand entrance.

“Getting to know you was the greatest adventure of my life.”

You were shown spinning around with your arms open as you spoke to him, that day you met. No words came from the television but you remembered them. Him pointing at night, leaning against you as you held him upright came on screen next.

“I will never meet another so kind—“ you in your waitress outfit topping off a costumer— “and righteous—“ you in a snow white dress, dragging a knife down a man’s Adam apple in a darkened alleyway (when had that happened?)— “and beautiful as you.”

The two of you in that bloodstained cabin. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder, cheek squished up and hair damp, curled, and frizzy. He had it wrapped around his finger.

“In life or in death, there is no one I would rather spend eternity with. No one else could ever compare to you. You saved me in ways that I can’t even explain and sparked me to life again after I died in more ways than just physically. I have lived in a reality without you in it and it caused nothing but pain.”

Vox climbing up the ladder in life, angry, snapping, alone. Vox climbing up the ladder in death with you by his side. He was smiling and dancing and waking up content with you atop his chest, hand over his heart, making sure he was alright.

“I came to the realization years ago but it remains true. I would rather not exist at all than exist without you.”

The television flickered off. Vox moved to sit down, next to you once again but he didn’t get the chance as you met him halfway with a hug. You squeezed his middle as you pressed yourself into his chest.

“I love you,” you said, muffled by his suit.

He held you just as tightly. “I love you too.” You both stayed like that for a moment.

Vox’s hand rubbed up and down you back. He looked over your head at Alastor. There seemed to be something in that brief moment, an understanding of how much they both cared about you between one another. It was gone the next moment as contempt came to Alastor’s expression.

“Let’s go sit, doll,” Vox said softly.

You let him drag you back to your seat, though neither of you let go of one another.

There were a few other speeches given.

One from Mimzy that was oddly heartwarming, about watching you grow up and getting to see you now. Of course, she had to throw in a quip about the money you and Vox had as overlords and you had to roll your eyes.

There was one from Rosie about how wonderful love could be and how she was so happy that you’d found it. She wished you both a happy afterlife together.

A couple others from very close friends but for two influential people, the wedding was actually rather small. It was intimate. Not broadcasted or recorded, not a public spectacle.

Then it was time for cake. You and Vox were both handed a knife. His arm was wrapped around your back, holding you close. Alastor summoned his microphone once again for a countdown.

“Three, two, cut!”

You and Vox both went to cut the cake but your knife sliced through faster. You turned to look at him with a smug smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

You continued to do so.

“You act like it wasn’t obvious who the true head of the household is,” Alastor chimed in.

“I—“

Vox rolled his eyes with a scowl.

“Oh, come on, baby, we all knew it,” you said, forcing him to look at you as you grabbed his lapels and mocked his pout.

Vox continued to look down at you unamused. He moved to tap your nose with his knife but you were faster. You wrapped your lips around it and licked off the cake and icing mixture. You hummed, it tasted divine. Vox blushed.

“Alright, alright,” Rosie said, with her hands over Alastor’s eyes, “let’s safe that for the honeymoon.”

“Mmm, no, let’s save that for never,” Alastor said as he gently moved Rosie’s wrist away from his face.

The first song you’d ever humored Vox in with dancing played over the radio. You looked up at him as you shook your head.

“Is your goal today to make me cry?” you asked.

“It’s not the goal,” he said as he grabbed your hand, “the goal is to show you how much I adore you. Is it working?”

He began leading you in a waltz. “Yes, very much so,” you said.

You placed your head on his shoulder. You let him drag you through motion to motion. You let yourself get lost in the rhythm.

You opened your eyes and over his shoulder you saw Vark following behind his every step. You smiled.

“I think someone wants to dance,” you said, voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, believe me, it’s been a challenge not to trip over him,” Vox replied.

You laughed lightly and closed your eyes again.

A couple seconds later you felt a hammerhead begin to push your legs and Vox’s legs apart. You laughed as Vox looked down unamused.

Vark looked up at the two of you with his best puppy eyes so of course you picked him up. He was getting heavy but that was okay. With the combined effort of you and Vox, you both held him between you as you finished the dance.

All together, a nice little family you made.

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Sister

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack

Rating Sweet

Requested Y/N is a 20 year old young woman, who moves to her brother from London, because her mom died because of a tumour in her stomach. Her brother's best friend is Jack and she's going to fall in love with him, when she meets with him for the first time. Y/N's health is not the best. 

I hummed my little tune as I worked in the kitchen, I was still so new to the house so I felt like baking some nice cookies, as they always helped me feel better. This house and I were still strangers as I only moved down here a week or so ago, to come and live with my brother Samus, he moved down here for business a year or so ago just before my mother got so sick. I tried to force the thoughts of mother and her quick and sharp sickness away and focus merely on my cookies. It was nice to be here with family again even if I did still feel so lonesome sometimes which Samus working so much. 

I stopped a moment and did my best to keep myself level without falling over, 

"Where's the whiskey y/n?" Samus asked as he came through into the kitchen,

"Cabinet," I told him gasping a little, 

"You okay?" He asked checking on me,

"Fine." I forced myself to steady and get on with my baking, 

"Alright so long as you're okay," he said as he fetched the whiskey, 

"What's the occasion?" I asked, 

"Ohh Freind of mine's coming over."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we play cards together, works at the hospital, he's a nice guy," he explained, 

"Could uhh.. could I meet him?"

"Why?"

"I just... I haven't really met anyone here yet." 

"Yeah alright, you should start meeting people around here I guess."

"He a local?"

"No, uhhh London I think... Maybe you ask him." 

"He's your friend why do you not know?"

He sighed, "Men don't ask each other this kind of thing Y/n." 

"Alright," I rolled my eyes, 

The door knocked so he kissed my head, "Bring the first batch when they're done, Please."

"Course," 

He then headed off to fetch the door with his whiskey, I didn't want to intrude but as soon as the cookies were done I loaded the best onto a plate and headed to the living room, I fixed my dress and hair a little before I headed inside,

"As requested Samus," I smiled bringing the cookies to the table,

"Ahhh yes! you're an angel!" He smiled immediately grabbing one from his seat on the sofa,

I set the plate on the table and stood up adjusting myself again as I saw the man. 

He was... devilishly handsome. 

He stood in our living room, in worn brown shoes, a pair of brown trousers high on his waist, a white shirt with tattered and stained sleeves, a blue waistcoat and a matching blue tie, a youthful well-sculpted face and this fluffy head of dirty blonde hair. 

My goodness, he was handsome! 

I almost felt like swooning over him if not for my brother in the room. 

He turned as he sat his jacket over the chair and was pushing up his sleeves to his elbows he caught my eye and seemed surprised but also intrigued. "Who are you?" he asked with a smirk to his voice and a sly smile across his lips, 

I couldn't answer so I glanced to Samus, who looked between us and it clicked, "Ohh right introductions." He nodded, "Jack, Y/n." He said, "Y/n, Jack." 

Thanks, Samus that's helpful, 

"Doctor Jack Dawkins," He smiled offering his hand,

"Y/n Y/l/n," I smiled taking his hand and letting him give my hand a gentlemanly kiss,

"Y/l/n?" he chuckled, "Ohh now now, there's no way Samus bagged himself a girl as pretty as you."

"she's my sister," Samus interjected, 

"Ohh, that certainly explains it." He nodded, "Miss Y/l/n I take it then?"

"Yes," I nodded with a little blush,

"I must admit it's a little hard to believe a young lady as beautiful as you could be a Miss so long."

"Jack." Samus glared, 

"what?"

"Down boy. she's my sister."

"I'm merely asking." He winked at me before he took a seat in the chair, I tried to go and sit on the sofa so I could be close to him but Samus immediately grabbed me by the bustle and moved me to the other chair across from Jack, so Samus could sit on the sofa between us. 

The boys began their conversation so I smiled and listened politely for a while, 

"Umm these's are fantastic." Jack commented having had a cookie, "These your doing?" He asked me,

"That they are, our mother's recipe. English toffee cookies." I smiled,

"She bakes too." He smirked, "This is getting more and more unbelievable." He said, "There lovely Y/n."

"Thank you Doctor Dawkins," I blushed,

"Just Jack it's alright we're in your house."

"Alright Jack," I blushed, 

"Why has it taken me so long to meet you?" He jokingly smiled leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair and his hand on his chin, 

"I only just moved down here."

"Ohh? How long have you been here?"

"Just a week or so,"

"Aww still brand new." He smiled, "You must let me show you around someday."

"I'd like that very much,"

"Of course, it would be my pleasure." He smirked, 

"How long have you been here Jack?"

"Ohh a few years now, London originally." 

"As were we."

"Aww That's sweet,"

"What brought you here may I ask?"

"I fell into it I suppose, spent ten years in the navy." 

"Ohh that's impressive."

"As a surgeon's lieutenant," Samus added,

"Yes, I was. spent ten years travelling around and I found here to be the most peaceful place to settle down after everything."

"I can see why," I nodded, "You work in the hospital then?"

"Yes, at the Port Victory Royal Hospital,"

"Oh my, that's very impressive Jack."

"It's the only hospital," Samus added,

"Well yes, you uuh you two moved down here then?" 

"Yes, Samus moved here for business I remained to care for our mother."

"Ohhh aren't you a sweet little thing." He smiled, "But your here now?"

"Yes, she uhh she passed away a few months ago." 

"Oh. Forgive me I didn't know."

"It's alright," 

"I am very sorry for your loss, both of you." he said, "You are a very kind little thing to take care of your mother."

"Thank you, Jack,"

"Perhaps you should come down to the hospital some day, maybe your sweetness could rub off on the nurses." he said and I couldn't help but blush, "and of course I'd love you to visit." 

"Perhaps I will." I smiled, 

"so anyway!" Samus interrupted clearly annoyed at us so he and Jack continued their conversations and I sat politely even if many times Jack and I met eyes across the room. I had to blush most of the times, unable to stop myself looking at him.

I rather think I may be in love. 

I stood doing some work on this damn ambergis Fagin had us pick up, trying to get this new stuff to match it, it was hard, and long and boring, but I kept getting distracted. My mind kept wandering to thoughts of y/n. I had been like this since I met her, unable to get that sweet little thing out of my mind.

"Jack..." Samus spoke up, as he had popped in to help out with stuff as he often did, and I admit I had kinda well... "Jack, why are you staring at me?"

"Nothing..." I shrug unable to stop looking,

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He glared,

"No reason..."

"Are you?"

"What?"

"Ohh hell no-"

"What!"

"Oh my god, are you looking at me and thinking about my sister!"

For a moment I was unsure how to answer him I mean... he's not wrong, that's kinda exactly what I've been doing, 

"...Kinda" I gulped, 

"You're kidding!"

"No."

"You are a gross little man."

"What! I'm not doing anything I'm just looking at you.

"Yeah! Looking at me and Imaging my damn little sister!"

 "it's clearly genetic you look similar... enough."

"Stop!" 

"what it's a genetic trait you both have fantastic legs... and I don't get to see her's that much in those big petticoat dresses... ummm" I smirked looking at him a little imaging Y/n's cute little legs, 

"Jack! cut it out!"

"Samus. Relax."

"No, I won't. Cut. It. Out." He warned as we got back to work, 

"You know I like your sister don't you?"

"I'm well aware." He rolled his eyes,

"You think she-"

"Yes, she likes you."

"S-she does?"

"Yeah. She hasn't bloody shut up about you." He sighed, "And you can't shut up about her,"

"Awww, she's so sweet."

"Yeah, she is. leave her alone."

"What is your problem?!"

"My problem! You're the one perving on my little sister!"

"I'm not perving on her!" I complained, "I've been nothing but a gentleman."

"Yeah only because I'm in the room with you" He said, "You don't wanna admit if I left you two alone you'd try something with her?"

"...I'd certainly see if she-"

"See!" He yelled, "That's exactly why I won't let you be alone with her."

"Don't you trust me?"

"No!"

"Why not I'm your best friend?!"

"Exactly! I've been down the cat and bagpipes with you I know exactly what you would do to her if I left you alone with her," He said, "Jack. She's my little sister. Back. Off." 

"She's an adult Samus. You back off." 

"Jack. it's not happening. get that thought in your skull."

"Ohh come on, you know I'd make a good brother-in-law." I teased,

"Like hell, you would!"

"what the hell is wrong with you! I've been nothing upstanding with y/n, and don't you think my intentions kinda have to be good because I know you're gonna be watching us, and looking after her, You think I'd risk our friendship over just trying to screw your sister." 

"I don't care about your intentions your not getting near her!"

"Why not!"

"Becuase she's sick!"

I froze up, "What?"

"she's sick. she's sick. She's always been sick..." he muttered his anger fading, 

"Samus... what do you mean sick?"

"Look I don't know exactly what it is... but she's always been like this, she get dizzy, loses her balance, faints, she barely keeps food down she just.. she's always been like this, always been sick. Our mother used to care for her but,"

"What did your mother die of Samus?"

"Tumor. Found it in her stomach."

"Had your mother been sick like Y/n before she died?"

"Yeah, her whole life," He nodded, "Just like Y/n." he said, "The last thing I want is her to be mistreated in whatever little time she has. Or your little medical experiment. Just drop it Jack."

"what if I could fix her?"

"You can't-"

"Will you let me examine her at least!"

"No!"

"Samus! Please... I really do care about y/n." I admit, "If you let me examine her, I might be able to help her."

"...that's a pretty big might." 

"I know..." I told him, "But do you really wanna sit and do nothing."

"I take it you'd want something in return if you do help her?"

"...If I can help her. Would you let me marry her?" 

He stood fighting his anger and his sadness before he spoke up, "If. and only If. You can fix her." 

"And if I can't? if there's nothing I can do for her?"

"Then it's not happening."

"Samus, if I can't help her, don't you want the time she has left to be happy? for her to get married, to feel the sweet embrace of someone who loves her?"

"You can't expect me to just give you my sister. If you can't fix her. You can't have her. That's the deal Jack." He snapped grabbing his jacket, "I need to get back to her. I see you near her before I say you can examine her... we're gonna have big problems."

"I know..." I nodded, "Tell- Tell her would you?"

"Tell her what?"

"I think you know what I want you to tell her."

"You can tell her that yourself. When you fix her. and not before." He snapped before he left, 

[getouyuri]

fashion fashion fashion, what are the yakuza au characters sporting 🤲 readers included. I wanna get a better visual aid for everyone in my head

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ohhh delicious question ty my lovely fox anon, this is distracting me from my period cramps 🙂‍↕️

1. oyabun gojo with single lobe piercings, simple little stud earrings. he has biblically accurate freaky ass six-eyed angel tatted on his back, has a matching tattoo w/ geto and shoko as well but I haven’t decided what. hair style and everything is the same. he’s a big fan of simple black slacks, white button-up, light blue suit jacket and a matching tie. sometimes a light blue waistcoat over the button-up. lots of silver rings and wristwatches to flaunt his wealth

secretary!reader with simple stud earrings as well, maybe a few more. unsure on tats. very sophisticated, sharply put together appearance but with a very obvious slutty edge. can get away with wearing this at hq (see picture below) and even riskier clothing, like sheer clothing. finely yet tightly fitted suits, pantsuits, dresses, skirts. extremely gorgeous in an office siren way, low eyes and a catty smile

2. informant shoko with a nose ring and an ashley piercing which brings more attention to her lips; all silver. has a matching tattoo w/ geto and gojo as well but I haven’t decided what. has a few tats scattered here and there (ex; flowers). she wears a lot of different clothes to fit in nicely with different settings due to her occupation but prefers a simple sweater/long-sleeve and jeans. hair style depends on the day but she prefers it down, likes letting stripper!reader do random hairstyles for her

stripper!reader with nipple piercings 100%. maybe a tattoo or two, tiny and minuscule where most people can’t find it. wardrobe is massive and she wears all sorts of things inside and outside of the night club. very comfortable with herself and her body and doesn’t mind wearing semi revealing clothes in public and in intimate settings. always looks like she just stepped fresh off of the runway. surprisingly soft features with a slightly sharp/angular edge, angelic features

3. wakagashira-hosa choso with an eyebrow piercing, industrial piercings, and a septum piercing, all silver. unsure on tats but he definitely has some, including his canon nose bridge tattoo. dressed in expensive but plain suits, just black slacks and black suit jacket combo with a plain white button-up; blends in. typically wears his hair down. always has that canon disassociated/tired/grungy look ofc

teacher!reader with simple earring studs, no tats. dresses professionally, business casual methinks but with little splashes of cheer, like a cute pin on a lapel. always has a really nice bag they’re defo a bag person… laptop bags, normal bags, etc., and pairs them very well with their outfits. very pretty pink lips that stand out like gojo’s, just like the candy they keep in a bowl at their desk (that choso likes to eat). nails are always perfectly filed in particular

4. oyabun geto with three jacob’s ladder piercings (he got them for angels!reader and for himself) and a tongue piercing, all gold because he has tanner ish skin and he’d look gorgeous with gold. ofc his lobes with his black gauges. has tatted sleeves of dragons/phoenixes/ flowers (he never rolls up his cuffs in order to hide his sleeves) and a buddha on his back. has a matching tattoo w/ shoko and gojo as well but I haven’t decided what. has angels!reader’s initials tatted over his heart. black slacks and a crimson button-up with a black waistcoat over it, crimson tie. very sharply dressed in darker colors. usually has his hair half up half down like adult geto :3

angels!reader has nipple piercings that make geto tweak tf out. like fully tweak tf out. anyways, they also have a lip piercing and some lobe ones. probably some tats but unsure of what, but they have geto’s initials tatted on their hip. always wearing the garuda’s angels leather jacket no matter what (black with a white snake on the back). sometimes wears cropped shirts and they’re a fan of sleeveless v-necks and other shirts in that vein. always wears jeans and boots of some kind. very lazy yet assured smile, loose and relaxed posture

5. former oyabun kenjaku doesn’t have any piercings at all. has a massive back tattoo with flowers and whatnot intertwined into it, probably forms some sort of scenery. always wears yukatas and kimonos, casual house slippers, rings on his fingers constantly. he is rocking the hell outta that damn ankle monitor icl

3rd spouse reader eerrrmrmmm hmmm… they’re just kind of a blank slate in my head tbh? dresses fairly traditionally… that’s about it

6. oyabun sukuna ONE HUNDRED PERCENT HAS A THIRD-EYE PIERCING (piercing right between the brows), snakebites, industrial piercings, and definitely has a prince albert, all gold. has some sort of back tattoo… and has the tora-gumi tiger on his chest but he’s the only one that has a snake wrapped around the tiger. and ofc he has his canon striped lines tattoos. wears the reverse of geto’s fit kinda… black slacks and a black button-up with a crimson waistcoat over it, black tie

otaku!reader has a few piercings, not sure what exactly but definitely some ear ones among others. has manyyy anime and video game tattoos, will leave those up to y’alls imaginations lmao, and other random tattoos. dresses very slayfully in street fashion & y2k fashion, sometimes with hints of gyaru/gyaruo elements in their clothes. possibly wears prescription glasses

7. garuda’s angels leader yuki with nipple piercings (moans rlly loudly), a navel piercing (she wears cropped shirts a lot so she probably has a bunch of cute dangly ones… thinking butterflies, flowers, etc.), a tongue piercing, a helix piercing or two. has a matching snake tattoo with utahime on their ankles + some other tats. always wearing the garuda’s angels leather jacket no matter what (black with a white snake on the back) over a compression shirt or tank top (moans again) and always wears jeans and boots. always wears the matching promise ring she has with barista!reader. my gorgeous queen

barista!reader has some lobe piercings and a simple nose ring, maybe a tongue piercing. she has a tattoo of their cat somewhere. always dresses very cozy and fashionable, nice sweaters and sweatshirts, flared high-waisted jeans, etc. stuff like that. lots of rings on her fingers including the matching promise ring she has with yuki, probably wears chains on her jeans occasionally

8. garuda’s angels assassin toji with simple stud earrings and a tongue piercing, gold or silver I can see both. has a few tattoos, unsure of what yet. wears lots of sweatpants & sweatshirts, tank tops, t-shirts, and the like

goth!reader Ooohhhhh my gorgeous queen. snake bites, multiple ear piercings, a septum or just a regular nose ring, and a clit piercing for her freaky ass. dresses very goth but like… goth street fashion, sometimes gothic lolita which makes toji nut everywhere. very big fan of leather and lace and sheer clothing, very much Stands Out even when they’re not dressed goth (shown below). darkly colored lipstick and winged eyeliner, etc etc.. tbh ive been visualizing them as black and they’d defo have locs. very confident and that adds to how gorgeous she is

[apilgrimpassingby]

The Midnight Circle

So, this morning, I got the idea to create some monster hunters in a Gothic setting - each specialised in hunting a different monster and each outside the ideal of Victorian society in some way. There've been plenty of interesting Gothic monsters, and monster hunters are generally less interesting, so I wanted to develop them some. I don't know if I'll do anything with these characters, but they were fun to make and, if anyone wants to draw them or write fiction about them

The year is 1852. The Midnight Circle is a group of monster hunters - some full-time, some part-time, and all skilled at their jobs - who meet each new moon at midnight (though attendance is not compulsory, and many are unable to do so for various reasons) in one of their houses to discuss findings, projects and arrange their next hunt of the creatures of the night.

Marianne Cutler

Born in Manchester on the 29th of November 1820, Marianne spent her childhood doing mill work from the age of seven onwards. Her life was drastically changed at the age of fifteen, when she narrowly survived an attack by a vampire; however, she was left with an aversion to all things holy, a dislike of sunlight, a set of brutal scars on her neck and, by night, superhuman strength, speed, reflexes and senses. After being initiated by an older vampire hunter who had been looking for her, she cut her teeth hunting baobhan sith in the Scottish Highlands, spent a few years hunting penanggalan in Malaysia and a few years after that hunting soucouyants in the British Empire's Caribbean colonies, and returned to Britain at the age of twenty-three, where she joined the Midnight Circle by invitation, having caught the attention of Jonah Weller (will be detailed below) while in the Caribbean. She is now their vampire hunter and hand-to-hand combat specialist.

Dress-wise, she is unusual for a woman of her period in her preference for trousers; these are worn together with a white shirt, brown waistcoat, fichu and a lace veil and a pair of gloves to cover her skin by day. Her preferred weapon is a sabre serrated with alternate points of glass, silver and cold iron. She has red-tinted blue eyes and dark brown long hair tied back in a bun.

Personality-wise, she is withdrawn, quiet and melancholy, motivated both by the carnage she has seen and perpetrated and fear for her soul, seeing as she is unable to enter into any church due to her condition. During combat, the quietness remains the same, but the melancholy is replaced by steely skill and determination. She is free of almost all the prejudices of the era, as well as its characteristic optimism, being preoccupied with self-loathing and fear of eternal damnation.

Isaac Montefiore

Born in North London on the 1st August 1828, Isaac grew up in a family of Jewish textile mill administrators; however, he was a perpetual rebel who by the age of eighteen had rejected his family, been kicked out from his synagogue and left Britain to become a wolf-hunter on the American frontier. At the age of twenty, he met a rougarou while doing some alligator-hunting work in the Louisiana bayou, barely survived and ended up in contact with Simon Thibodeaux (again, someone who will be dealt with later) and hence with the Midnight Circle, becoming their resident werewolf hunter and marksman.

His preferred dress is a buckskin shirt with fringing, obtained on the frontier, with a matching pair of trousers, along with a European set of boots and a tricorn hat to contrast. Around the waist is a belt decorated with the fangs and claws of the many werewolves he has slain. His preferred weapon is a smoothbore musket, again decorated with fangs and claws, and loaded with silver bullets. He has short dark curly hair and brown eyes beneath heavy black eyebrows.

Personality-wise, he remains as cynical and irreverent as ever, shocking many members with his lack of formality, foul language and contempt for all religions (even in spite of his supernatural experiences). The same traits also make him entertaining in small doses, particularly while drinking or fighting. His racial views are mixed; his experience of Native Americans has led him to regard "primitive peoples" with an odd mix of contempt for their lifestyles and admiration for their defiance of colonial regimes and intimate understanding of nature. His views on gender, while initially highly conservative, have been steadily softening ever since interaction with the Circle's female members.

Ethel Johnstone

Born in Cambridge on the 1st January 1812, Ethel was the only child of a landowning family, and hence was the object of much affection and attention. She learnt Greek as a child and read some Homer and Herodotus, but her real interest was science. Chemistry in particular was her passion; while she was unable to attend Cambridge University, her father was able to check out many books from the library for her to read, and arrange meetings between her and other chemists. Through these channels, she was introduced to all kinds of occult properties of chemicals and lightning, even to the creation of flesh constructs (think Frankenstein's monster things). Through them, she was also introduced to the Midnight Circle, and has now become their hunter of flesh constructs and resident chemists.

Her fashion tastes have frozen since her teenage years, wearing dresses in various 1820s cuts, most of them covered with chemical stains which the leather apron worn over them during lab work has done little to mitigate. Her hair, likewise, is in curls from that period, with copious amounts of raggedness due to long nights in the laboratory. For going into action, she wears both a belt and bandolier in which glass vials containing various chemicals are kept.

As for personality, she possesses copious amounts of cheeriness and energy, which is alternately divested into personability and into the laboratory, with excess divesting into the laboratory sometimes turning into a tired irritability. Unlike the other members, she is married (to a Classics professor called Robert) and has children (named Margaret and Paul), but as a woman of means entrusts much of their livelihood to her and her husband's servants, which feeds into much of her politics: a strong interest in the education and emancipation of women (she has ensured a solid education for Margaret), but at the same time a great deal of support for traditional class structures.

Fr. Peter Rook

Fr. Peter was born to a sheep farmer in Clitheroe, Lancashire on the 21st February 1792. As a third son with some intelligence, he became a Roman Catholic priest, and was set for a comfortable but dull life of ministering to rural parishes in the Lancashire uplands, until he was called on to exorcise a ghost troubling the village he was assigned to, and eventually became something of a specialist in it; as such, he was invited to the Midnight Circle while in London.

His clothing is, of course, the black cassock and crucifix of a Roman Catholic priest, with the addition of a satchel carried at all times and embroidered with an image of the Archangel Michael, in which he carries his exorcistic gear - a crucifix, the text of the Rite of Exorcism and vials of holy water. He has a pair of wire-framed glasses surrounding his icy blue eyes, and a tangled mass of greying hair.

His personality is chiefly defined by intense conservativism of the small-c variety; he has stuck steadfastly to the religion of his birth, he is sceptical of most supernatural phenomena (particularly those, such as malevolent undead, that are hard to explain within Roman Catholic theology) and is the most likely to express scepticism about plans and the dated views of the period. The exception is religion - having grown up in a stigmatised minority religion, he is supportive of minority religious rights in general, and unusually accepting of Montefiore's atheism.

Simon Thibodeaux

The child of a Louisianian plantation owner and his mistress, Simon was born on the 10th September 1822, grew up in New Orleans and obsessively learnt magic throughout his life - hoodoo as a child, spiritualism as a teenager and finally hermeticism in his twenties. The resultant training left him an adept magician, which he finally put to use opposing a Satanist coven he discovered in the city's high society. While he did a great deal of damage to them, he was driven out by them - the word of several white men held much more weight than that of one biracial one - and arrived in London, where he met with Jonah Weller (again, we'll get to him) and the two established the Midnight Society together, with him specialising in hunting sorcerers and witches via being the Society's resident occultist.

His preferred clothing is the standard black suit of 1850s Western high society, although he subtly embroiders it with several details. A pentagram is sown onto the inside of his shirt collar, the buttons of his shirts have the names of sefirot on them, and in hidden compartments of his suit jacket are the herbs, incantations and wand he uses for magical purposes. His eyes are brown, and his carefully-combed hair is curly and dark brown.

Ever since his childhood, he has been endeavouring to prove himself to white society; as a result, he is a fluent speaker of English and French, intensely witty and generally skilled at all things high-society. Beneath that, however, is an insecurity that easily comes out in response to racism; Fr. Peter has learnt not to call him an "African witch doctor" after receiving a black eye from him. His other area of confidence, the occult, is less brittle - however, he is prone to going on nerdy rants if prompted.

Dr. Mortimer Rivers

Dr. Rivers was born in Bath to a wealthy landowner on the 10th October 1805; his father died when he was nine, leaving him with a substantial fortune. He used that money to purchase all the latest books and go to all the latest lectures on Egyptology; he soon became a self-taught Egyptologist (as well as learning Arabic to be able to converse in Egypt). Despite certain eccentricities - among others, his preference for eating with his fingers, his strange mutterings to himself, his avoidance of eye contact and his total lack of self-consciousness about any of the above - he became recognised as one of the best readers of hieroglyphs in Europe. He went on to accompany various Egyptologists on digs, and in the process encountered mummies risen from the dead; upon return, the Midnight Society inducted him as their specialist in mummies and research.

His clothing is something of a reflection of his personality; a very faded long Regency-era coat inherited from his father with copious numbers of patches, a pair of high boots purchased from a military surplus store, and a turban obtained in Egypt wrapped around his neck as well as his face due to rather inept wrapping, framing a face of a scruffy brown beard and hair, pale blues and wire-framed glasses. Notably, he almost never wears anything else and is conspicuously uncomfortable in other clothing.

His defining trait is his intense enthusiasm for all things Ancient Egyptian and disinterest in all modernity, especially formality. He is happiest on his own, translating hieroglyphic texts in a country house with no company but the housemaid. He is noticeably uncomfortable in almost all social interactions - the notable exception being talking with other academics about Egyptology, and they are uncomfortable with him. Although Egyptology is his first and greatest love, he is able to become fixated on numerous topics, which helps make him a particularly talented researcher. While a devout Anglican, he is increasingly plagued by doubts, both due to the supernatural things he has encountered and the lack of Egyptian textual attestation to the Exodus.

Captain Jonah Weller

Jonah Weller was born in Bristol on the 3rd July 1802 to a family of sailors, and quickly rose up in those ranks, becoming captain of his own ship, the Skua. On an 1839 voyage to Malaysia, he encountered a fishman dwelling at sea, and slew it with a harpoon; in London, he encountered Simon Thibodeaux, the two of them founded the Midnight Circle, and he became its specialist in slaying fishmen (think Creature from the Black Lagoon and The Shadow over Innsmouth) and the organiser of group logistics.

Jonah dresses in the clothing of a sailor of his period, with certain adjustments - his cloth cap has a protective pentagram embroidered by Simon into the top, his dark blue jacket has hidden pockets containing special harpoon tips, his trousers have inner waterproofing to allow better wading in the water. His black hair and long beard are rapidly going grey, and his eyes are a piercing green. His preferred weapon is a harpoon, with silver and cold iron tips and occult symbols on it.

His defining emotion is guilt. He quickly fell into alcoholism as a sailor and, in the early 19th century, this was seen as a moral rather than psychological illness. This was his drive for founding the Midnight Society - hoping to slay the demons he could not kill in himself and make the world a safer place for all. Due to his transient life and guilt, he has never had a family (or even visited a prostitute, save for one time in his youth) and has few, if any friends outside of the members of the Midnight Circle. In search of a cure for alcoholism, he has been wandering from one revivalist sect to another; he is currently in the Methodists and it even seems to be sticking.

[ochre-sunflower]

Imagine, if you will, the most movie set looking town in the wild west.

(Why yes the Saloon floorboards do only creak when a stranger enters.)

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The midday sun blazed fiercely, spilling relentless heat over the town of Eden's Bluff. Its rays baked the dusty red streets, which stretched out like veins through the heart of the small frontier town. Time seemed to stand still here, as though Eden's Bluff had been forgotten, not only by the wider world but by the passing years themselves. Weathered wooden buildings lined the wide main road, their facades marked by peeling paint and rusted trim. Above them, the sky was a hard, unbroken blue, undisturbed by even the smallest wisp of cloud.

A rattling sound broke the stillness, the uneven clatter of a stagecoach drawing closer. Its approach stirred faint eddies of dust, and curious heads briefly appeared behind grimy windows or around door frames as the coach shuddered to a stop in front of the town's solitary saloon. The street was all but deserted, the day too hot to encourage its residents out into the open.

The stagecoach door opened with a groan, and out stepped a man so polished and refined he might have belonged to another world entirely. His cream-coloured coat was adorned with gleaming gold buttons and was cut in an elegant fashion that spoke of faraway places where refinement ruled. Under it, a crisp white waistcoat and beige breeches added to the impression, though the swirling dust was already working against him. A matching hat, wide-brimmed and pristine, was tugged low in an unsuccessful effort to shield his pale complexion from the merciless sun.

For a moment, the man stood motionless, his sharp pale eyes sweeping the street with a mixture of curiosity and quiet resolve. He took a deep breath, and despite the trepidation that threatened at the edges of every thought, each step he took radiated a quiet confidence.

His polished shoes kicked up faint clouds of dust as he approached the first person he saw, a young woman who was leaning lightly against the railing of the saloon porch. Her dress, a dark navy hue that might have once been vivid, hung in soft folds that were creased and frayed at the edges. Her hair, swept back in a practical plait, framed an impassive face that curiously watched the new arrival.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” he began, his voice carrying a refined cadence despite the dryness of his throat. “I’m Aziraphale Eastgate. I’ve been sent here to serve as your new pastor. Might you direct me towards the church?”

The woman smile at him, revealing a warmth that quickly softened her features. “Welcome, Father. I’m Ms Device. Pleased to meet you. The church is just down that path over yonder.” She pointed with a slender hand toward a dirt trail vanishing into the baked horizon. “Though I reckon you shouldn’t be too surprised if the pews stay empty come Sunday. Most folks round here ain’t much for sermons.”

Aziraphale’s lips curved into a genteel smile. “Thank you, Ms Device. I’ll endeavour to change their minds.”

Her expression faltered ever so slightly, a flicker of pity, perhaps, or resignation. But she only nodded and withdrew as the new arrival set out with a quiet determination.

Not ten steps down the narrow road, a shadow crossed his path as someone stepped out in front of him, a broad man with imposing shoulders and eyes so deeply blue they almost looked violet. He tipped his hat with the confident ease of someone used to authority.

“Sheriff Gabriel Erzengel,” the man introduced himself, his voice as smooth as polished steel. “Welcome to Eden’s Bluff, Father. Hope you’ve got a strong constitution. Things get lively around here.”

“Lively?” Aziraphale repeated, raising a polite eyebrow.

The sheriff chuckled, a low, deliberate sound. “You’ll see soon enough.” His eyes flicked to the worn leather suitcase the preacher carried. “Let me help you with that.”

Before Aziraphale could decline, or ask how he knew who he was, the sheriff seized the case and gestured toward the path.

“Thank you, Sheriff.” Aziraphale smiled politely, and together they made their way to the church.

“Towns been needing a new preacher, after what happened to the last one.”

Aziraphale hummed in acknowledgement, he wasn’t going to ask. He knew the old preacher had been murdered several months ago, although he wasn’t aware of the details. He still had some friends in the church, those who where powerless to stop his transfer, but still amiable enough to warn him.

The church revealed itself in degrees, rising over the surrounding houses like a weary sentinel. Its peeling white paint gave it an air of abandonment, as did the bell tower, leaning slightly as though weighed down by invisible burdens. Beside it, the vicarage crouched in modest disrepair, its shutters crooked, and surrounded by lifeless brown shrubs. While it was spared the fate of peeling paint, it’s bare splintering walls did nothing to improve its shabbiness.

Inside the church, the air was cooler and carried the scent of aged wood and candle wax. The light filtering through stained glass cast fragmented hues of ruby and sapphire onto scuffed pews, as if some lingering grace yet clung to the humble place. Aziraphale placed his Bible on the altar, running a gloved hand over the rough wood.

“It’s... charming,” he said, though his hesitant tone betrayed flickers of dismay.

Sheriff Gabriel leaned against the front pew, his presence filling the room. “You’ll find we’re a town full of sinners, Father. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Aziraphale gave a strained smile and a nod, he wasn’t quiet sure what to make of the Sheriff yet, but got the impression that Sheriff Gabriel was a tough man, someone who ruled the town with a steady hand, and perhaps a touch of intimidation.

Sheriff Gabriel straightened and made to leave the church. “If you need anything, holler. Trouble has a habit of finding us, but we handle it.”

As the sheriff departed, Aziraphale stood alone and let his eyes wander around the small church. It was nothing like the grand churches back east, but it was his now, and he made a mental note to enquire about repairs. He glanced at the heavy wooden cross hanging above the altar and moved to adjust it slightly, feeling a sense of duty settle over him. He hadn’t exactly chosen to come to Eden’s Bluff, but he was here now and he was determined to do his best for the church, and the town.

Deciding that the church would survive another day without him, Aziraphale picked up his suitcase and walked outside to survey the building that would be his new home.

Stepping back into the sunlit streets, Aziraphale caught the distant echo of hoof-beats.

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The vicarage was in better condition than he had expected, and Aziraphale was happy to see that his luggage had arrived and been delivered to his new residence before his arrival. While he had made a visit the general store and thanked the proprietor, he suspected his foresight to pay for such services in advance was the real reason everything had delivered so quickly. Still, he had underestimated how small the house would be, and was thankful that he had thought to only bring what he thought was most needed, although he still wondered how everything would fit.

It had been two days since he had arrived in town, and he had spent almost all of it unpacking and cleaning, and he was quiet worn out from the endeavour. It had been over a decade since he had lived in a house with servants, his choice to join the clergy had seen to that, but right now he missed it immensely. Perhaps this was the lords way of punishing him for becoming so attached to his worldly goods, but he didn’t really believe that God would punish him for his collection of books, or his love of good food and fine clothing.

In truth, Aziraphale didn’t believe God would have punished him for the misstep that had caused him to be sent out west either, but here he was.

He thought he was settling in quiet well, although he had only made the trip back to the main street once, to visit the bank and the general store. His neighbours had been kind enough to invite him for dinner, Job and Sitis Gewahlt had ensured him that they would be present this Sunday at his first sermons for the town. He only hoped that more of the town would be present as well. He felt remiss that he hadn’t spent more time visiting the townsfolk, but he truly wasn’t sure how to go about meeting them.

He had had enough of unpacking, it was time to visit the shops around town. It was as good a place as any to start getting to know the townsfolk. He thought he might be able to visit the Saloon in town for a bite of lunch. It would be the most obvious place to interact with the everyday townsfolk. Of course he could also stop by the Sheriff’s office, as he would know the townsfolk quite well and would be a great source of information.

So dressed in his most comfortable clothing, Aziraphale set out towards town.

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Nine: Weiss

Skye wanted the vision of Penny in a white dress under an arch of flowers to be his last memory, ill health be damned.

Becoming bedridden and lung-stricken was an unwelcome change for a man who had previously hiked hills and lapped lakes. He was humbled be helped to his feet by his son-in-law to-be, all handsome in a crisp white suit with lemon trimmings. "Can I borrow your rose pin?" Cyd asked, and Skye obliged, adding the 'something borrowed' to the suit lapel. The 'something blue' would be the inspiration for Skye's name showing up cloudless to his daughter's special day - it simply had to.

The journey up to the ruins had Skye being carried by Cyd, with his hand held by Penny all the way. A spring rain the night before had rendered the path softer and muddier than hoped - but, when the group met the clearing, dirt fell away from the whites of the bride and groom, sweat disappeared from their brows, and leaves sprouted from Penny's scalp in seconds. She was beaming, which made Skye smile too, even as his bones cried out for rest.

"The hot spring," Penny suggested. "You can watch us from there."

Even in a ground-length gown, she still helped lower Skye into the soothing water. He realised with a close-up view that the yellow embroidery on her dress matched the shade of Cyd's bowtie, waistcoat and pocket square. The sway of the pattern also alluded to the vines that twirled and danced over her lush faerie skin.

"Thank you," Skye said under his breath. He sank against the hot stones.

Vows were shared under rustling trees. Birdsong erupted from the branches. Cherry blossom petals materialised to caress the happy couple: Mr and Mrs Roseland.

Skye turned and closed his eyes. He breathed in the forest's fresh air for the final time, and slipped away.

[amuseoffyre]

Time for round 2 of my look back on Stede's S1 clothes with the new layers added by S2.

This will probably entirely be focused on episode 4, because there's a heck of a lot of stuff going on here, what with the flashbacks and everything.

I've done previous posts about a lot of his outfits in Bridgetown that make him blend in with the backgrounds, but I also want to take a look at them in the context of who he was and the people around him.

First we have the carriage suit, when he's basically being sold off in marriage for a land-contract.

Compared to his father's austere black outfit, Stede's outfit is very, very dramatically different with the patterns. But specifically, it is the colour and pattern of the interior of the carriage. Like the carriage, he is a commodity, an object to be used and disposed with as Dad Bonnet sees fit.

Also I love that they put Stede and Mary in opposite colour palettes from the word go: she's in light clothes while his are mostly dark; he's sitting on a pale seat with a darker background while she's sitting on a dark seat with a pale one. A set up for contrast and contradiction.

Next we cut to the wedding flashback and Stede's still in the same cut and style of coat, but like Mary has an extra froth of lace on his cravat. It's a wedding. Gots to be special. (And again, the blue/white froth combo when he's near the sea)

The colour of the coat is fascinating. Reds, browns and grey with that splash of teal in there. It's not a colour we see Stede in much, but significantly, across both seasons red in a fabric becomes the symbol of love. Here it's subdued and dulled down by stronger colours, which makes sense when he's a man who wanted to marry for love. No place for all-out red here.

When we jump forward several years, the clothes are telling more of a story. Stede is in blue-toned (sea) clothing when we know he's already well on his way to planning his ship, while Mary is dressed in earthy tones (land) with flowers.

They're in contrasting colours again. There's no scene where they're together that they ever actually match their clothing. Even in the family painting from episode 1, Stede is in his blue tones while Mary and the children are in warm yellows and browns.

But - adorably - when Stede is playing with the kids, they're wearing shades of blues and greens like he was, a sign that he did have some connection with them, even as tenuous as it was.

And look at that scale motif on his waistcoat :D Someone had mermish aspirations.

On we go and to the wedding anniversary gifts and what I love about this outfit is that this is the very, very first time we see all Stede's outfit turn towards the warmer end of the spectrum.

He's had his ship built and he's about to tell his wife about it and this is the closest he's come to matching her right before he tells her this fab thing he's done for the whole family, including her. His waistcoat is nearly identical in colour to her dress.

The fact that he dons her colour and it's the same colour as his battle jacket? Interesting, no? Which also happens to be the colour of cowardice and fear. And yet ironically, also hope and warmth. It's a fine, fine line.

And then we have the nightshirt with the golden waves embroidered on it. Sir, your yearning is strong.

Oh and to get back on the yellow horse, our man ran away without telling one while wearing a yellow outfit. That really is his colour coded towards being afraid but Doing the Thing anyway.

And now, we're back to the present and Stede is once more in his bed nook in his yellow battle jacket, lamenting what a terrible pirate he is. Second time in 4 episodes. Well done, sir. Your emoting Jacket is working.

And I just had to take a moment to go and cackle into a cushion when I was capping the next moment, because Stede's next outfit is comprised of what I like to call the Slutty Red Breeches of Lurve.

Because he went into his closet with this man who showed a keenness for fingering fine fabrics and especially asked about silk. So what does our man Stede do? Grabs a pair of silk breeches in the canonically confirmed colour of love and holds them right in front of his crotch with a beaming, optimistic smile on his face :D

And the very very next frigging scene starts with Blackbeard's head level in the shot with Stede's red-clad crotch. I mean. I JUST. I'M THINKING THINGS.

But digressing. Yes. Stede does in fact have Pants of Lurve. And more significantly, he lets Ed get into his pants within an hour of meeting him 🤣

Also significantly Stede keeping his collar open is new. He's had it open before after being locked up or having his shirt shredded, but he's being a little saucy and wearing a gaping nearly translucent shirt with no waistcoat. Positively a harlot XD Combine that with the red "come touch my silk" breeches, he is flirting with his clothes, even if he doesn't realise it.

And last but not least, we have Stede's final outfit of the episode:

What I love the most about this is that it's clear he's absolutely comfy in those clothes. Right now, he looks so out of place in it, because we've only seen him presenting himself the way he thinks he has to present himself.

Yes, he likes his silks and frills and fripperies, but knowing that down the line, he gets leather trousers of his own, he's not limiting himself to what he thinks he should wear's meant to wear to fit in. He's a man who wears what he wants and likes, regardless of whether he "should" :)

Episode 1 - 3 / Episodes 5-6

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Ball, Day Two

This is part two to a fic written by @frillsinadress , featuring Sabo and her OC Cornelia which you will be able to find here Tags/Warnings: Cornelia/Sabo, smut, RA members doing RA things, somnophilia mention, cum stuffing, remote control vibrator, public sex, unknowing participants, edging, begging, penetrative sex, raw sex, rough sex, overstimulation, praise, cream pie, aftercare

Word count: 3346

“Are you ready for day two?” Sabo asked, offering his arm to Cornelia. Sure, she was as ready as she could be given the morning they’d had. 

After the shenanigans of the previous night, Sabo had taken it upon himself to up the ante for the second day of the event. Cornelia had woken up with him already fucking her, in immediate ecstasy. She’d had to shove her head into the pillow to avoid disturbing the surrounding rooms. He filled her up not once but twice, and then handed her a period cup to insert. “It’ll keep everything in there.” He’d told her, and Cornelia had been so turned on she hadn’t even wanted to complain, nevermind tried. She inserted it, spilling as little as she could manage, and then they’d gotten ready for the day. On day one, they’d worn beautiful jewel tone blues and on day two they’d chosen to change things up a little.

Cornelia’s dress was floor length, with a skirt with less volume than the day before. The bodice was black, beads painstakingly threaded along it to make it shimmer just slightly in the right lighting and adding texture to the inky black fabric. The straps sat wide on her shoulders, widening the lower you looked with a deep v to the very bottom of the bodice so her chest and a small amount of her stomach were visible, the back solid to keep that hidden. The skirt was floor length, sliding along the floor as she walked, almost giving the effect that she was floating. The skirt was a solid wine red in colour, with two layers of black chiffon on top so that the two colours blended, making the red a far more subtle pop of colour.

Sabo’s suit matched in colour, with a black plain shirt beneath an ornate red waistcoat, black as the base colour with red elaborate damask patterned stitching covering the majority of the garment, and a black velvet collar to break up the pattern. His tie was also black with red detailing, matching the waistcoat he wore, a solid black velvet pocket square sitting in the bottom right pocket of his waistcoat. To reduce how garish his outfit looked, his trousers were a simple solid black, a golden chain clipped to his belt with a pocket watch on the other end, sitting in the left pocket of his trousers.

They looked nothing short of ravishing.

It was easy to get lost in the luxury of the event when the pair reentered the ballroom. It was like nothing Cornelia had seen before, and some small part of her wished there were more chances for her to have this, that she could enjoy this luxury just a little more often. If this was her every day, it would lose that special feeling - but maybe just every now and then. A guilty pang ran through her body, but the feeling of Sabo squeezing her arm brought her back to the moment, and she focused on their mission.

The first dance was easy, they fell into the steps together, spinning around the dancefloor. By the time they’d joined the masses, the room was already brimming, so they didn’t have to worry about being too early to distract themselves. That also meant Sabo wanted to start his game.

The cup wasn’t the only thing Cornelia was wearing. Sabo had given her a special pair of underwear, with a pouch for a vibrator to be inserted, and he had the remote control to pair with it. The remote sat in his trouser pocket, opposite to the pocket watch, and it felt heavy like lead, he was so aware of its presence, eager to tease his girl. Just not yet. 

They separated to mingle with guests, asking subtle questions to get the information that they needed from the nobles present. It was almost too easy, they gave away secrets so freely when they believed you were one of them. That you’d agree with them, and their practices. Perhaps this was an approach they should take more often.

Cornelia was about to head outside for a breath of fresh air when the Duke from the day before approached her. “Your highness, I’m blessed to have found you again.” He began, taking Cornelia’s hand to kiss her knuckles. “Duke, I feel rather lucky myself to have encountered you.” She also felt quite lucky that last time she saw him, Sabo was distracted by a conversation with a lord, unable to see her with the familiar man.

“You looked like you were headed out for the gardens, might I accompany you?” He asked, offering Cornelia his arm to take, and she did so, the feeling of eyes on her back sparking both dread and excitement in her gut. 

Cornelia allowed the Duke to guide her out into the gardens, the same place they’d found themselves the night before, and seeing the bench where Sabo had eaten her out made heat pool in her abdomen. Now was not the time.

She and the Duke walked leisurely around the gardens, arm in arm, discussing art and politics and any manner of other things, whatever Cornelia could manage. He praised her for her desire to come out despite her poor health, and her resilience across the two days of the event, and though it wasn’t true Cornelia couldn’t help enjoying the praise. It was nice, he was so genuine. The vibrator didn’t whirr to life even once, leaving Cornelia feeling.. Well, quite suspicious. She’d been so sure her interaction with the Duke could provoke Sabo.

As they approached the ballroom again, she spotted Sabo standing near the doorway, hands in his pockets. They made a brief moment of eye contact before the vibrator started, thankfully on the lowest setting Cornelia coughed to cover her soft moan, and allowed the Duke to lead her to a bench. “Is your illness rearing its ugly head, your highness?” The Duke enquired, hesitating to sit beside her, lest he somehow make it worse. “Ah, yes. I’ll be alright, I just need to take a moment to rest.” “Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked, partly looking like he wanted to flee for help. At that moment, the vibrator stopped, and Cornelia breathed a soft sigh of relief. “No, I’m quite alright. The feeling has passed. Escort me back to the ballroom?” She asked, holding out her hand for him to take, and the Duke helped her to her feet and did just that.

Sabo was gone when they reentered the room, nowhere to be seen, and Cornelia had to take a few deep breaths to contain her frustration. She wanted to scold him, even if this was the very game that she had agreed to just hours before. In front of the same guy? That was just unnecessarily risky, but then he’d always been someone who’d liked a game of risk. She’d kill him when she saw him.

The Duke insisted on a dance, and Cornelia couldn’t find a way to refuse him. It was fine, she could manage. They stepped onto the dancefloor as the next song began, and for the first few steps she struggled to find her footing, always concerned the vibrator would start again, or she’d trip and make a fool of herself, but the Duke held her steady thankfully seeming to chalk everything up to her fake illness. They turned around the floor, stepping in sync, and Cornelia for just a moment was able to forget what Sabo could to do her, what he was inevitably waiting to do again. But that moment did not last long, because as soon as she settled, flowing around the dancefloor, the vibrator clicked on again, this time at a higher setting than before, and Cornelia almost collapsed, only the Duke’s strong hold on her keeping her on her feet.

Once again, he guided her away to find somewhere to sit down, and Cornelia was starting to feel a little ashamed. She shouldn’t need to be guided around by a man she’d just met, but she also hoped that it was driving Sabo insane, seeing someone else’s hands on her. She allowed him to help her sit, then watched as he rushed away to get her a glass of water. It was once he was gone that she spotted Sabo across the room, a shit eating grin on his face, hand still in his pocket. He dialled the vibrator up for only a moment before turning it off entirely, and Cornelia sighed in relief, shuddering slightly. Despite her being thankful that the feeling had stopped which would allow her to compose herself, she also was growing increasingly frustrated over her lack of orgasm - shit she wanted to cum. 

Sabo had disappeared again when she looked up, and the Duke had reappeared with a glass of water, which he handed to her with a smile. “I’m not sure if it will help, but I wanted to at least try, dear.” And while she appreciated the sentiment, she didn’t appreciate the pet name directed at her. He was just a little too comfortable. Cornelia sipped the water in silence for a long moment, desperately searching for Sabo to come help her. Where was he when she needed him? “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, Duke, I need to powder my nose.” She finally said, giving up on the idea of her useless boyfriend swooping in to save her. Giving the Duke the half empty glass, she smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress, then swept away to find a bathroom. She really couldn’t handle being trapped with him for any longer, and it wasn’t really helping with their mission.

In the bathroom, Cornelia took a few minutes to calm herself down, sitting down to use the toilet reminding her that Sabo’s cum was still stuffed inside her which caused another wave of need to roll over her, and despite the temptation to touch herself to relieve some of the tension in her body, Cornelia knew that would ruin the game. The tension is half of the fun. With some water splashed onto her face and her bladder emptied, she was ready to go again.

Only to collide with Sabo immediately upon exiting the bathroom.

He wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from falling, a smirk on his face. “Hey gorgeous.” He greeted, and Cornelia rolled her eyes, allowing him to help her back to her feet and pushed up her glasses. “Where have you been?” She hissed at him, elbowing him roughly in the ribs. Sabo coughed, but laughed all the same, leaning in to whisper against Cornelia’s ear. “Why? Have you missed me sweet thing?” Which made Cornelia’s cheeks tint pink, pushing him away. “Because I got stuck with that Duke and couldn’t get away.” She corrected, not as harsh as she’d have liked to have sounded. Sabo’s hand trailed over her thighs, only a feather light touch over layers of fabric, but he may as well have set her on fire. “Good thing you’re back with me now then, where you belong.” Cornelia had to resist the urge to jump his bones, or punch him, both were viable options in the moment.

Without another word, Sabo took her hand and guided Cornelia back to the dancefloor for the start of the next song, easily stepping in amongst the crowd, guiding her until she caught up. “You’re the worst.” Cornelia admonished, struggling for a moment before he fell into step with her partner. “You love me.” Sabo replied, winking at her, and yeah maybe she did but that was beside the point. They danced together with ease, and when the music shifted from one song to the next, Sabo didn’t let her go, simply continuing to twirl around the dancefloor together, smiling all the while. So, it caught Cornelia off guard when the vibrator clicked on again. He’d not even moved his hand. Which was what revealed to her that he’d had it in his hand all along, pressed up against her back.

It clicked on, and it started low at first, Sabo’s arms around her continuing to guide her in their dance, and she was glad he was so strong because after just a few minutes he increased the setting by two. She’d yet to feel any higher than the third setting, and she almost dreaded finding out how it’d feel, if this was how three felt - but it had eight total levels. They continued their dance, with Cornelia making more mistakes than she had since they’d first started practising, distracted by the vibrations sending pleasure straight to her clit. She stumbled around the floor as Sabo increased the vibrations again, then again, then again.

By the time a third song began to play, Cornelia’s legs were trembling and Sabo was practically dragging her across the floor, Cornelia’s face buried in his shoulder to avoid showing others her pleasure. “You’re doing so well for me princess. Just a little longer, and don’t you cum.” Sabo whispered into her ear, lifting her up to spin her around before lowering her back down to the floor. It was becoming increasingly harder to follow that last instruction, to stave off her orgasm. Before she knew it, the vibrator was buzzing at its highest setting, and she had to physically bite down on Sabo to stop herself from making any noise.

As quick as it had started, the vibrations stopped, just before she could cum, and Sabo pocketed the vibrator. He couldn’t be patient for any longer, he needed to be inside her now. He uttered a few soothing words, as if she were unwell, to ease the suspicions of people nearby, and guided Cornelia away from the masses toward their room. Oh he was going to ruin her - he’d been so patient and now it was time for him to fuck her like she deserved.

It wasn’t easy to guide Cornelia to their room, her legs were still shaky, and she couldn’t speak again just yet, which quickly caused Sabo to cave and scoop her up bridal style, sweeping past the Duke from earlier - there was no time for him right now, Sabo had a princess to fuck.

He kicked the door closed the moment they were inside, roughly throwing Cornelia down on the bed. She was more aware now, and instinctively spread her legs for him so Sabo could have access to her to do whatever he wanted to do. The first step was for Sabo to grab the lube, pouring some on his fingers before pushing them inside her to retrieve the cup from inside. Then, nothing could have stopped him from coating his cock in lube and thrusting inside her.

He’d pulled Cornelia down to the edge of the bed, with her ankles on his shoulders as he stood in front of her so that she could comfortably lay down and he could still fuck her how he wanted. Maybe, if after this, she was up for more he’d flip her over onto her hands and knees and fuck her like that.

“You feel so fuckin good, sweet thing.” Sabo groaned as he bottomed out inside her, condom never even considered. He didn’t give a shit, he just needed to fuck her. Cornelia’s responding moan was all Sabo needed before he started slowly rocking against her, starting easy so that she wouldn’t cum too soon - after all, where was the fun in that? It didn’t take long for Cornelia to start whimpering his name, begging him for more. “Plea- please.. Please Sabo.. need it- ah- need you to fuck me-!” She whined, desperately rocking her hips to try to get more of him, eager to feel him rutting against her g-spot, to have him fuck her the way she knew he liked best - dirty and fast.

“I suppose.. Since you’ve been such a good girl for me today.” And that was all it took. Sabo took both her heels in one hand, bending her legs toward her head to give him more space, and knelt on the bed with one leg. He let her legs rest over his left shoulder, then without warning began to pound into her, grunting and groaning, his hat long since having fallen off, and his suit becoming unkempt and crumpled. It was worth it for that perfect look on her face, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging slightly open in an ‘o’ shape as she gasped and moaned for him.

Cornelia came almost immediately, having been so needy for hours already, and taken so close to the edge once already before. But that didn’t stop Sabo. He wanted to finish too, and since she’d done so well for him, he supposed she deserved at least two orgasms. He reached first up to his mouth to remove his glove, fabric taken in his teeth to tug at it without stopping his movements, then reached down to rub her clit. In response, she borderline screamed, already so sensitive after the day they’d had and now she was touching her so insistently, eager to make her cum for him just once more. Sabo himself was nearing his climax, but he couldn’t stop until she did. “Come on doll, I know you can give me one more.” He urged, angling himself to thrust directly into her g-spot, his fingers still rubbing harsh circles on her clit. Cornelia whined and moaned, writhing and desperately gripping the sheets beneath her, her hair wild and glasses on the brink of falling from her face.

“Cum for me, princess, cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up.” And that was all it took for Cornelia to come undone again, clenching around Sabo’s dick as it washed over her, eyes rolling back so far all he could see was white and her back arched so prettily. He wouldn’t have been able to hold on any longer if he’d tried, so Sabo’s orgasm quickly followed, flooding her with cum for the third time that day.

The two took a long few minutes in silence to calm down, letting their hearts slow and their breathing even out. In that moment, Sabo regretted not using a condom because he had no idea how to pull out without making a mess of her dress. He glanced around, looking for something to use or a way to do this without ruining the dress she’d loved so much. Cornelia didn’t seem to sense his turmoil, still floating in post-orgasmic bliss, when it occurred to Sabo that his pocket square might just be able to save the day. He pulled out, using that to prevent mess, then instructed Cornelia to hold it while he helped her out of her dress.

Once she was gloriously naked, and sadly lacking in bite marks or hickeys (a job for another time), he guided her through to their ensuite and gave her a wet cloth to wipe up while he started the shower with hot water, making sure it was a comforting temperature without being scalding, then carried her in, sitting her down on the shelf installed in there - rich people things. He wiped away her makeup, washed her hair and her body, using the fancy soaps that had been left in the room for them, then let her continue sitting there after he’d turned off the water so he could moisturise her too. Sabo pressed a tender kiss to her lips with a warm smile. “You okay, dove?” He asked her, hoisting Cornelia back to her feet. “Yeah,” she agreed with a nod, “just enjoying the princess treatment.” He playfully swatted her ass then wrapped her up in a fluffy, heated towel, allowing her to finish drying herself off independently while he did the same for himself. “You enjoyed it?” He checked, because he could never be too sure. “Yes, idiot. And we got what we needed, so I’d call that a successful mission.”

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