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princesscatherinemiddleton · 3 years ago

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The Duchess of Cambridge’s Stats - First Quarter

How the tables have turned since this time last year. In the first three months of 2022, the Duchess of Cambridge has completed 66 engagements, averaging around 22 a month, more than double the amount she completed in the same period last year. Her busiest month was March, during which she completed 41 engagements. She undertook 9 engagements in January and appeared in three official photos released for her birthday, while in February she completed 16 engagements, appeared in four official videos or photos, and was sighted once. She was also sighted once in March and appeared in two official photos or videos. This has been her 3rd busiest January, 2nd busiest February, and busiest March ever. More importantly, after April 2014, this March has been her second busiest month of all time.

Of her 23 patronages, she has visited or completed work for 6, totalling 24 engagements in total. In January, Catherine completed seven engagements on behalf of her patronages. 4 of those were for the Royal Foundation of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, while one was for the Foundling Museum, the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, and NHS Charities Together. In February, she undertook ten engagements for the Royal Foundation, as well as two engagements for the Rugby Football Union, and an engagement for the Rugby Football League. In March, she completed four engagements on behalf of the Royal Foundation.

Of her 66 engagements, 24 have been solo and 36 accompanied by her husband, the Duke of Cambridge. One engagement was with her husband and eldest son, Prince George, while she completed two engagements with members of the Danish Royal Family. She has also completed engagements with mulitple members of the British Royal Family, as well as attended the memorial service for the Duke of Edinburgh, which was attended by members of the British Royal family and other royal families.

Her engagements have taken part in a variety of countries, including England (25) and Wales (4). She has also undertaken multiple foreign visits, completing engagements in Denmark, Belize, Jamaica, and the Bahamas. Of her UK-based engagements, 17 took place in London, while four were either telephone or video meetings. She also undertook engagements in Lancashire, Abergavenny, and Blaenavon.

The majority of her engagements have been diplomatic in theme, mostly thanks to her overseas visits - with eighteen engagements focusing on that area specifically. 10 of her engagements have focused on her Early Years Initiative in general, while 7 engagements have been focused on the outdoors. 5 of her engagements apiece have been themed around children and young people and Covid-19 in theme, while 4 have been specifically linked to both culture and the military. She has also undertaken engagements around the themes of sport, mental health, and the Commonwealth. Several of her engagements did not fit into the theme headings I have created.

Clotheswise, her most worn identified designer has been Alexander McQueen, followed by Catherine Walker, although she has worn many unidentified looks. Her most carried bag designer was Mulberry, followed by Anya Hindmarch and Ferragamo (and unidentified bags!). Her most-worn shoe designer is believed to be Gianvito Rossi, closely followed by Emmy London and Jimmy Choo. Her most worn identified jewellery designer was Spells of Love, with 6 wears, followed by Maria Black with 4, and Astley Clarke with 3. She has also worn 5 items borrowed from the Queen and 7 which were previously owned by Diana. Eight jewellery items have been unidentified. When it comes to hats, Catherine was seen in five hats, with Lock and Co creating two of them.

#mine #statistics #kate #I'm late but I was ill so...#docquarter

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amanda-glassen · 3 years ago

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I posted Cora.. and now have a request for Becca being soft with Ser Bear 🥺🥺🥺

Yes, baby, you deserve all the soft Beccarena. 🥺

Becca didn’t consider herself particularly nurturing, but when her Ser Bear needed her she was willing to drop everything to take care of her. With Jamie at work and Olivia at school, Serena was home alone in bed.

Even before the arrangement she had with the two of them, as Serena’s best friend she was given a key to their apartment in case of an emergency. Having cramps wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was the perfect excuse to take care of her Ser Bear so she brought her some cranberry tea and a heating pad to make her feel better.

When she arrived, she saw her usually vibrant woman lying in bed and wincing. “Hi,” Serena quietly greeted her.

“You okay, baby?” Becca asked although she already knew the answer.

“Cuddle me?”

Becca couldn’t resist the pleading look in Serena’s eyes. She plugged in the heating pad and handed it to Serena before changing into some pajama pants and one of Jamie’s t-shirts so she could lie in bed and cuddle her girl. “Your Becca is here,” she said as she held her. “Did you take something already?”

Serena just nodded, her eyes still closed, and it broke Becca’s heart to know that she was hurting so much. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to say anything. I’m just going to hold you and if you need anything I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, baby,” Serena said just loud enough for her to hear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ser Bear.” Becca cuddled into her as close as she could, placing delicate kisses on her shoulders. “Wanna know when I first fell in love with you?”

“You’re in love with me?” Serena asked playfully.

“Shut up,” Becca laughed. “If you weren’t in pain, I’d tickle torture you right now.” Serena turned around to face her and Becca couldn’t stop smiling when she saw her. Her curly hair was in a messy ponytail and she could see the freckles on Serena’s face that were usually hidden underneath her foundation. Becca considered this as Serena at her most beautiful and, just as she did at 19 when she first held Serena, she wanted to spend forever in this moment.

Serena cuddled closer so she could kiss her. “Was it the same moment that I first fell in love with you?”

“I didn’t believe in love at first sight until you showed up at the sorority house,” Becca began to say as she tucked some stray curls behind Serena’s ear. “Everyone was so excited about you Rushing. We all knew you were the granddaughter of an actress and the daughter of a model and a movie producer. You were the most sought-after Rushee. And when we saw you, you were everything we expected you to be. You were in this Dolce & Gabbana tiered mini skirt, a vintage sweater that belonged to your grandma in the ‘40s, and a pair of Salvatore Ferragamo heels. You looked so beautiful, Serena...so poised and sophisticated. You were only 18 but you had this Old Hollywood charm and glamour about you that made us all feel like we were watching one of your grandma’s movies. I was so enamored with you.”

“I think you still are,” Serena reached for her hand so she could lace her fingers with Becca’s.

“And then when all the Rushees were going upstairs to tour the house, you tripped over one of the stairs and completely ate it. I don’t know what shocked the executive board more－the sight of blood dripping from your mouth or the slew of obscenities that followed. I took you to the ER and in those few hours that we were there I got to know the real Serena and I fell in love with her.”

“Beck,” Serena turned up the setting on the heating pad and Becca could tell she was trying to take her mind off of her cramps.

“Baby, if this is too－”

“No,” Serena interrupted. “I’m fine. I just－why didn’t you ask me out in college? Why didn’t you make me your girlfriend instead of just hooking up with me?”

“You know how my family is,” Becca averted her eyes. “They’re okay with me marrying men twice my age solely for the money but heaven forbid I marry the woman I love. Although, during my senior year, I said fuck it to my inheritance and was going to ask you out. I had this whole grand gesture planned that involved a scavenger hunt in our sorority house where I’d hide little gifts and clues that would lead to you and I being alone in our room and I’d tell you how I feel and ask you to be mine.”

“So what happened?”

“Emerson happened,” Becca gritted her teeth, trying not to cry. “He asked you out the day before I was supposed to. Had I not waited, he wouldn’t have done what he did to you. I think about that a lot. We would have still been at that party, but he wouldn’t have taken you to his room. You would have been my girl and you would have been with me.”

“Beck, look at me,” Serena said as she cupped her face. “What he did to me isn’t your fault, baby. You and Olivia, more than anyone, helped me heal from that night. I love you so much, Becca. I know we tried to be together ten years ago, too, and it didn’t work. We were in our twenties and Olivia was in preschool and you just weren't ready. It was always the right person at the wrong time with us, but what matters is we’re together now.”

“Me, you, and our Jamieson,” Becca smiled at her and she couldn’t help noticing the soft look on Serena’s face at the mere mention of her wife. "Where would we be without our softie?”

“I don’t even want to think about life without her,” Serena leaned in to kiss her. “Without either of you. Can the three of us just be together for the rest of our lives?”

“Anything you want, Ser Bear,” Becca cuddled her. “We both want you so surrounded by love.”

No more than five minutes passed before Serena fell asleep in her arms. At 19, Becca wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but the way she loved her then couldn’t even compare to how she loved her now.

“Thank you for staying home with our Ser Bear.” a text from Jamie read.

Jamie, you softie. Becca smiled at the text. As much as she loved Jamie, she couldn’t help wishing she were the one married to Serena. It wouldn’t be fair to her, though. Serena was a mom and she wanted more children and Becca couldn’t see herself living a domestic lifestyle and being someone’s mom. All she wanted was her Serena and if she had to share her, she was more than willing to do so if it meant keeping Serena in her life. I love you, baby. You’ll always have me.

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luxury2016 · 6 years ago

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Leonardo Ferragamo creates foundation to re-organise his assets http://luxurytravelhub.blogspot.com/2019/05/leonardo-ferragamo-creates-foundation.html

#Leonardo Ferragamo creates foundation to re-organise his assets

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mikhaelasworld · 5 years ago

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SUPER MOGUL

#. 1 TYRA BANKS

Tyra Banks, is an American Fashion Model, Actress, TV Host, Producer,Author,Entrepreneur, and a Mogul. She began her career as a model at the age of 15, and was the first woman of African-American descent to be featured on the covers of GQ and the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, on which she appeared thrice. She was one of the original Victoria Secret Angels and the creator of the hit worldwide reality tv show franchise Americas Next Top Model. By the early 2000s, Banks was one of the world's top-earning models.

She has modeled on the runway for big fashion houses in New York, London, Milan and Paris for Chanel, Oscar de la Renta, Yves Saint Laurent, Anna Sui, Christian Dior, Donna Karan, Calvin Klein, Perry Ellis, Marc Jacobs, Givenchy, Herve Leger, Valentino, Fendi, Isaac Mizrahi, Giorgio Armani, Sonia Rykiel, Michael Kors and more.

She appeared in advertising campaigns for Yves Saint Laurent, Dolce & Gabbana, Escada, Tommy Hilfiger, Ralph Lauren, Halston, H&M, XOXO, Nine West, Swatch, Versace, Christian Lacroix, Victoria's Secret, Got Milk?, Pepsi, Nike and more.

Tyra, signed a contract with CoverGirl cosmetics, launching advertising campaigns for the cosmetics company. She was one of only a few Black models to achieve Supermodel status. In the mid-1990s, Banks returned to America to do more commercial modeling.

According to Celebrity Net Worth, Tyra has an estimated net worth of $90 million as of 2019.

She had been feauture on the covers of several magazines worldwide with Vogue, Harpers Bazaar, Elle,GQ, Sports Illustrated, Vanity Fair, Allure, Marie Claire, Cosmopolitan, Metropolitan, Mega, Style, Remix, Paper, Interview, Black, Ocean Drive, Entertainment, Black Men, Shape, Essence, Ebony and more.

In 2014, She founded the cosmetics brand Tyra Beauty, which she completed a non-degree certificate program at Harvard Business School specifically for. Tyra Beauty uses a multi-level marketing system to recruit sales distributors, who are called "beautytainers" by the company.

In 1998, Tyra, co-authored a book entitled Tyra's Beauty, Inside and Out. She announced in May 2010 that she would be writing a novel, titled Modelland, loosely based on her own modelling experience. It was published in September 2011, intended to be the first of a planned three-part series; Modelland topped The New York Times Best Seller list in October 2011. In 2018, Tyra and her mother, Carolyn London, co-authored a book entitled "Perfect is Boring".

In August 2016, Tyra, accepted a position as a personal branding guest lecturer at Stanford University.

#2. KIMORA LEE-SIMMONS

Known professionally as Kimora Lee-Simmons. She is an American Fashion Model, Fashion Designer, TV Personality, Occasional Actress, Entrepreneur and Mogul. She was discovered by Karl Largerfield at the age of 13 and signed her exclusive at Tutelage to be his model for Chanel.

She helped inspire Karl Lagerfeld's creative vision and call for racial inclusion, and paved the way for other mixed race models in the fashion world. Karl Lagerfeld deemed her the "Face of 21st Century".

She gained attention in the fashion world when she closed Lagerfeld's haute couture show in 1989 as the "bride" – the concluding bridal look signature to every Chanel show under Lagerfeld’s tenure.

Kimora, later modeled for Fendi, Valentino, Emanuel Ungaro, Christian Dior, Roberto Cavalli, Kenzo, Anna Sui, Geoffrey Beene, and Yves Saint Laurent and more.

In 1998, Kimora, then husband, music mogul and entrepreneur, Russell Simmons, was at the helm of "Phat Farm", an urban menswear brand. Simmons created a parallel women’s brand, "Baby Phat by Kimora Lee Simmons", under the umbrella of "Phat Fashions".

Kimora, stepped in as Baby Phat's designer and creative director in creating a collection based on what she would wear.

Kimora has long been passionate about supporting AIDS research via amfAR (the American Foundations for AIDS Research). Kimora attended Lionel Richie’s performance to benefit amfAR at Cipriani Wall Street in April 2006 in NYC, and then the 'Cinema Against AIDS 2006', the annual event in aid of amfAR at Le Moulin de Mougins during the 59th International Cannes Film Festival in May 2006.

#3. ALEK WEK

Alek Wek, is a South Sudanese-British model and designer who began her fashion career at the age of 18. She has been hailed for her influence on the perception of beauty in the fashion industry.

She appeared in the music video for "GoldenEye" by Tina Turner.

She has modeled for big fashion houses in New York, London, Milan and Paris for Off-White, Akris, Balenciaga, Victoria Secret,Fashion by Look, Vivienne Westwood, DVF, Betsy Johnson, CR Book, Moschino, Viktor & Rolf, Michael Kors, Valentino, Lanvin, Versace, John Gallano, Ferragamo, Alexander McQueen, Baby Phat, Etro, Hermes, Givenchy, Sonia Rykiel,Christian Lacroix, Dries Van Nnoten, Schiaparelli,Chanel,Yves Saint Laurent,Dolce & Gabbana,Marc Jacobs and more.

She had been feauture on the covers of several magazines worldwide with Vogue, Harpers Bazaar,Forbes, Elle, Paper, Pop, Stylist, Re-Edition, Glamour, Dazed, i-D, Arise, L'officiel, Purple, Essence, Ebony,Style, Red, Cosmopolitan, Porter, Pride, Archetype and more.

Alek also designs a range of designer handbags called "Wek 1933", which are available throughout selected Selfridges department stores. The name refers to the year her father was born. Her inspiration for the designs came from the brass-clasp briefcase carried by her father.

Since 2002, Alek has been an advisor to the U.S. Committee for Refugees Advisory Council, which helps to raise awareness about the situation in Sudan, as well as the plight of refugees worldwide.

She is a missionary for World Vision, an organisation which combats AIDS, an ambassador for Doctors Without Borders in Sudan, and devotes time to UNICEF.

In July 2012, she returned to South Sudan with the UN Refugee Agency to highlight the stories of refugees returning from the north and the massive efforts needed to build and stabilise the country. In 2012, Alek teamed up with Amarula as the face of their campaign African Originals.

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ptw30 · 6 years ago

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Prompt: From the Gargoyle AU- Keith and Shiro's first meeting

Sorry for the long wait, and thanks for wanting more! And thanks to @sol1056 for also requesting a continuation.

Based upon @velowsa‘s amazing Voltron: Legendary Defender/Gargoyles crossover - see her lovely pictures here. Thank you for letting me write this story!

Fic: Love at First Catch

Summary: When reports of falling rocks come in from Zarkon's penthouse, Detective Keith Kogane is dispatched to investigate and comes face to face a creature that should only live in his nightmares - and maybe his dreams.

Story series on AO3.

Keith hated the Eyrie Building.

It was big and airy and too formal. Dressed in his beaten-up red jacket and jeans, Keith looked like a beggar coming before the king, instead of a New York City detective coming before one of the wealthiest men in the world.

He’d do it – because a call came in and he was a professional – but he’d only stay as long as necessary to finish his report. If anyone else had been on duty – anyone else – he would have deferred. Keith wasn’t scared or anything, but nothing could save him from the longing look in Honerva’s eyes when she opened the penthouse’s door.

“Mister Kogane. It is good to see you.”

Honerva smiled a tiny little grin, the same one she gave Keith every time he slid down the grand staircase’s banister. Zarkon was always furious, shouting about Keith’s safety and what-ifs. Honerva just stood there, stone-faced, and waited until Zarkon ordered Keith to his room. But before shutting the door, Honerva always handed Keith a cookie and a smile.

Keith clung to those smiles, even after the courts ordered him from the building.

He accepted Honerva’s tender hug and walked side-by-side with her, not realizing the destination until he found himself in the penthouse’s kitchen.

“I assume you have come to thank Mister Zarkon for those vests he donated.”

Keith paused. “What vests? Wait – you mean the new bulletproof ones we just got at the – ”

“What brings you to the Eyrie Building this evening, Mister Kogane?” Honerva interrupted with endless patience.

Keith stopped himself from telling Honerva not to don her apron or gather the milk, eggs, flour, and chocolate chips. There was no point; she wouldn’t listen. “There were reports of falling rocks, probably from the Scottish castle Zarkon had hoisted up here. Seriously, Miss Honerva. What was he thinking?”

“Well, you know Mister Zarkon. He is the quintessential history buff.”

“But to move a castle from Scotland? That’s extreme, even for him.”

Honerva cracked two eggs before reaching for the sugar. “Says the boy who spent the summer between his sixth and seventh grades traveling the globe because his father decided he needed to see the World Wonders – all of them.”

The memory stung. It was probably the best summer of his childhood. “Foster father.”

“Pardon me, Mister Kogane, but I do not see the significance in adding an adjective.”

All right. Keith deserved that. “I just came to investigate and make a report, if needed.”

“Hm. I do not believe the falling rocks came from the castle itself, but take a look around. I’m sure Mister Zarkon wouldn’t mind.”

Keith’s shoulders eased. Maybe he wouldn’t need to see Zarkon after all. “Thanks, Miss Honerva.”

Honerva smiled and winked. “Cookies in ten dobashes.”

Keith rolled his eyes. Dobashes was what they called “Zarkon’s minutes.” When Keith was growing up, Zarkon made a habit of telling Keith he’d leave the office in ten minutes; it always ended up being twenty.

Keith made his way through the long, wood-walled corridor, between the grand staircase, which sat before a floor-to-high-ceiling window. Off to the side, a new set of white and silver French doors opened to the one-time garden, where now sat the castle’s courtyard. As Keith grabbed the handle, an elegant voice called him back.

“Keith, you’re home.”

Keith took in a sharp inhale, braced himself, and turned.

Daibazaal Zarkon looked almost no different than he had ten years prior. A little gray on the temples, lines about his eyes and mouth from smiling that annoyingly fake smile, though his private grin was always kind for Keith. Jade eyes, a strong build. In a turtleneck, slacks, and Salvatore Ferragamo loafers, he appeared the epitome of the New York social elite gentleman.

“There were calls,” Keith managed to get out as Zarkon descended the stairs, arms open for an embrace. “Falling rocks, growls. I came to check out the castle you decided to hoist up here.”

Zarkon stopped a few inches from Keith but kept his arms open. It had taken Keith a full year to feel comfortable receiving hugs and a tad bit longer to give them, but Zarkon always allowed Keith to make the choice. He never pushed unwanted affection upon Keith, for which Keith was grateful.

When Keith refused to step close, a quick morose expression flashed across Zarkon’s face. He dropped his hands and effortlessly slipped them into his pockets. “Well, yes. It is a thing of beauty. Built around the 900s. Attacked by Vikings. Left abandoned for almost a millennium. Truly a work of art. I just wanted to…help it along a bit, I guess.”

Keith caught the double meaning and whipped around, eyes narrowed. “Do you really want to do this now?”

“You could have come home,” Zarkon said, eyes firm and dark. “As soon as you turned eighteen – ”

“And you could have stopped whatever underhanded trading you were doing. It was enough that the police – ”

“I was found not guilty.”

“Because you weren’t or because you bribed the courts?”

Zarkon remained silent, eyes glowing, and Keith found himself unable to back down. The fire burned in his gut, and he used it to demand, “They came for me at night. Child services tore me from my bed and needed two police officers to drag me out of here.”

Zarkon turned on his heel and threw up a hand. “Oh, come on, Keith – ”

“You said this was my home. You said no one would ever take me away from you. You said I was safe here.”

“I didn’t know the cops would find – ”

“You didn’t stop! You still haven’t stopped. That’s what this monstrosity out there is, isn’t it? Some other way to smuggle – ”

“Damn it, Keith. Don’t act like – ”

“You own half of New York.” Keith clutched his hands in trembling fists. “And you couldn’t get child services to hand me back. Or…” He put words to his greatest fear for the first time. “…did you not want me back?”

Whatever Zarkon was going to say died in his throat, and he whirled, eyes wide and breath loud. His hand came up, earnest but telegraphing, to cup Keith’s cheek. “Of course I did. I would have done anything to get you back.”

Keith couldn’t will the tears away. “Then why didn’t you?”

At some point, the dusk turned to dark, and an animalistic roar shook the very foundation of the penthouse. Shock stole Keith from Zarkon’s grasp, and he acted on instinct, opening up the doors and running into the courtyard. More fierce growls echoed over the landscape, along with the sound of rocks cracking, and Keith took the decrepit stairs one after another.

“Keith!” Zarkon yelled. “Keith, don’t go up – ”

As soon as Keith reached the top, his breath hitched. There, on the very edge of the platform, were crumbling statues. Gargoyles. The one closest to him huffed, its shoulders bunching and cracking, and between the slithers, he spotted purple skin, mussed black hair, and pointed ears.

Keith reached out, tentative at first, perhaps to knock the stone off the being, perhaps to simply touch. The statue rose up and whirled toward him, pupil-less eyes glowing, monstrous face scarred across the snout, a shock of white hair. The sudden movement jerked Keith, and he took a step back.

And fell.

The scream tore from his throat before he realized it came from him. His stomach bottomed out. He plummeted past the floor-to-ceiling windows, past the penthouse, down the side of the building. In a few seconds time – ticks, he mused with dark humor – he’d hit the pavement, and Zarkon, Honerva, the cookies – none of it would matter anymore.

Something caught his eye. Movement, and then that being – purple, scar, ears – dove toward him. His eyes now had slate pupils, and his face was no longer contorted with anger but fear. And he was beautiful, so much more handsome than any creature had the right to be.

“Hold on! I’m coming.”

“Thank…you!”

As he came to Keith’s side, massive arms slid under Keith’s knees and about his torso. Majestic wings spread from the creature’s back. Then the air tugged them up, and Keith buried his face in the creature’s neck. He smelled of pencils and dust, of lavender and white tea. His hands were massive, one curled about Keith’s far thigh, the other cradling his hip and back.

Keith’s pulse came down as his stomach righted, and he opened his eyes, first to see the New York streets hundreds of feet below, and then the creature flying above them, carrying him.

“You saved me,” he said in wonderment.

The creature shrugged, or the best he could while flying. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. Are you all right?”

“Um…maybe?” He had just fought with Zarkon, happened upon a creature, and fell off a building, and was now flying around Manhattan with said creature. He wasn’t dead, which he appreciated.

“Uh, who are you? What are you?”

“Shiro,” he said with a gentle smile and a dip of his head. His wings flapped and arced as he curved around Madison Square Garden and went straight for the Empire State Building. “And you?”

“You didn’t answer my – ” They passed a perched statue, and the answer clicked. “You’re a-a gargoyle.”

The creature’s – Shiro’s – congenial nature evaporated as shadows crossed his face. He flapped his wings, brought Keith up, and dropped them both onto the closed platform of the observation deck. Keith took a step back, his shaky legs holding him, and he marveled as Shiro’s wings folded over his shoulders and locked upon his chest.

“Zarkon said we’d be safe on his building. He said no one would come to harm us.”

Keith snorted. “Join the club.”

“And you? What were you doing at the castle?”

Shiro rose up, back straight, height towering over Keith’s by a good few feet. He meant to intimidate, and perhaps if Shiro hadn’t just saved Keith, he might be frightened. But then again, Keith has fought worse villains than a handsome gargoyle with a metal arm and…yes, a loincloth.

Keith recounted why he’d come to the Eyrie Building, the roar, finding Shiro.

“And Zarkon and Honerva just let you?” he accused.

Keith straightened his back, ready to snap at Shiro, but those gray irises were hard and frightened. He thought back to the roof. Shiro and he hadn’t been alone. There had been more gargoyles. Shiro was protecting his own.

Keith could accept that. “Zarkon – he raised me, from the time I was five to when I was sixteen. He did something bad. Illegal. And the courts took me away from him.”

Understanding crossed Shiro’s face. “He is your sire.”

“Um…not biological, no, but…” A shrug.

Shiro glanced away. “He must miss you. Humans are close with their kin. I’ll take you back.”

As Shiro stepped forward, the moonlight brushed against his face and illuminated his defined cheekbones, strong chin, and kind eyes. They appeared almost silver against his night sky, and Keith found himself hypnotized in their firm gaze.

Wait. Were Shiro’s eyes dilated? Huh.

As Shiro went to grab Keith’s legs again, Keith put a hand on his chest to stop him – and damn. Those muscles were rock hard.

“I, uh, you need to know something about Zarkon.” Wow. Really hard, and those abs. Focus, Keith. “You can’t – You can’t trust him. He’s a smuggler, of arts and historic goods. He doesn’t do anything for altruistic reasons.”

Shiro’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. Waiting. Weighing Keith’s words.

“When I was twelve, he took me to see places around the world. At every stop, he moved illegal goods. He’s doing something with the castle.”

Shiro crossed his arms. “You think he’s using my clan?”

“Clan?”

“My fellow packmates – the other gargoyles. You think Zarkon doesn’t want to help us?”

Keith slipped his hands into his pockets. “I know Zarkon doesn’t do anything without a selfish cause.”

Whatever Keith said struck Shiro. His arms dropped to his sides, and his eyes softened. “I’m sorry. It must have been…difficult for you.”

“It…was, but I had people to help.” Kolivan, Thace, Antok, and others. “People who helped me to survive after…” He fought the shiver that threatened to overtake his frame. “If…if you need my help – uk!”

In one fluid motion, Shiro swept Keith into his arms. “I will need to speak to my clan, and we will decide together. But thank you for your offer, Keith.”

“I didn’t tell you my name,” Keith said. He’d told Shiro why he went to the castle, why he spoke with Zarkon, but Keith never told Shiro his name.

“No, you did not,” Shiro admitted, “but your sire did.”

“Zarkon told you…about me?”

So close, Shiro’s eyes cut to his soul. “Yes. The warrior on the streets, saving the world because he couldn’t save his father. It is admirable.”

“I don’t save anyone because I can’t save my father. Zarkon isn’t even my father.”

“Hm.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“I’m not giving you a look.”

“Zarkon only took me in because I humanized him. It was good press, not because – ”

“Then I guess he only donated the money for…vests? For this good press? He said he was worried for your safety, nothing about…press.”

Keith’s head perked up. “Wait, Zarkon donated the precinct’s bullet-proof – ah!”

The wind caught Shiro’s wings, lifting him up and over the fences of the observation deck. Keith’s arms wrapped about Shiro’s thick neck and squeezed with all his might. Only once Shiro stabilized and begin their journey back, did Keith manage to look up at Shiro’s amused face.

“You did that on purpose.”

Shiro laughed, a hearty, grounding sound, and it eased Keith’s nerves. “Maybe.”

“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

Shiro looked down at him, eyes open and expression fierce. “I think I should be asking you that.”

Perhaps Keith should have been scared, flying around Manhattan hundreds of feet in the air. Perhaps he should have been worried about entrusting his safety to a gargoyle he just meant, and maybe he should have been worried about offering his help to someone he didn’t know.

But Keith just held on and enjoyed the ride.

When Shiro touched down at the castle, three gargoyles – a green one with glasses, a pudgy yellow one, and a lithe blue one – rushed to his side, while Zarkon came up to Keith. He stopped just before touching Keith and opened his mouth, but Keith launched himself at Zarkon, gripping his father like he hadn’t done in seven years.

Zarkon jerked and then wrapped his arms about Keith, cradling him against his chest. When lips brushed the top of his head, Keith buried his face in Zarkon’s shoulder.

“Ah, there you are, Mister Zarkon, Mister Kogane.” Honerva. “I have fresh cookies.”

“Miss Honerva, did you say cookies!” a rambunctious voice yelled, and the blue gargoyle scuttled toward Honerva and her platter, the yellow one on his heels.

Loud flapping sounded behind Keith, and he turned in his father’s hold to see another purple gargoyle, this one with an artificial eye and arm, drop near Shiro and place a hand upon Shiro’s shoulder.

Right. Well, Keith brushed off his momentary disappointment and focused on Zarkon’s affectionate smile. Perhaps he couldn’t make Zarkon what he wanted, but he would always be grateful for those eleven years when this building was his home.

“Do you still have dinner at seven-thirty on Thursdays?”

“Yes, but I think for today, we could make an exception. Miss Honerva, would you warm a late dinner?”

“Of course, Mister Zarkon.”

“Before that.” Zarkon steered Keith toward the gargoyles. “Allow me to introduce you to the gargoyles.”

As Keith set his eyes upon Shiro again, he let out a tiny sigh and wondered how he was going to explain this to Kolivan.

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Wicked, Part II-Chuck Bass Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: underage drinking, long

“Y/N!”

I nearly jumped out of my skin and snapped my attention to Serena. She was staring at me expectantly and seemed the slightest bit concerned. We were standing in the courtyard at school, other Constance and St. Jude’s students were millling about around us. The cool breeze that slipped past also brought my attention back to Earth as I tightened my Ralph Lauren wool scarf tighter around my neck.

“Sorry, what did you say?” I asked.

“I wanted to know if you knew what the benefit tonight was for. Blair says it’s for the elephants, but I think it’s for the poor kids in the third world,” Serena said.

I blinked and racked my mind for a moment. The Schaeffers were partnering with some big charity foundation for a benefit that night and everyone in the Upper East Side was invited. However, so many charity benefits were an excuse for people to throw money not just to help a cause, but to prove that they had the ability to throw money. Of course, my parents and I were going since Mother couldn’t only be a social butterfly, but also a philanthropist.

“I thought it was for the whales,” I replied.

Serena sighed. “It probably is, you’re better at remembering these things than I am.”

“Yes, maybe.” I turned slightly and spotted Jenny moving across the courtyard at record speed with a bright pink bakery box in her hands. Her blue eyes were wide but focused, a look that could have only been caused by Blair. My stomach clenched when I thought of the look of her face when she saw Chuck and me at his party last weekend. She probably had no idea what to do with this information, but as far as I could tell, she hadn’t told anyone. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Okay,” Serena said, sounding unsure.

I followed Jenny out of the courtyard and down one of the semi-crowded hallways. “Jenny, wait up!”

Jenny paused, turned to me, and relaxed when she saw me, but her shoulders were slightly tense. She couldn’t think that I was as threatening as Blair, Serena, or even Chuck?

“I’m sorry, I really should be going, Blair wants these danishes ASAP,” Jenny said.

“You can take a minute or two to talk to me, can’t you?” I made my eyes as innocent and kind as possible. “I’ll even go with you to give Blair her pastries to lessen the blow, okay?”

Jenny glanced at her watch and breathed. “Okay.”

I smiled and pulled her aside. “About last weekend, I wanted to let you know that I was drunk and maybe even a little stoned when what happened, happened, and I appreciate you not telling anyone or putting up a blast on Gossip Girl.”

“I’m not that kind of girl, Y/N. As far as anyone knows, I didn’t see anything,” she said with a soft smile.

“Great.” I had to fight letting out the biggest sigh of relief of my life. Jenny could have easily parlayed the situation to work in her favor, but she hadn’t. I’d told Blair that people from Brooklyn weren’t completely awaful.

We started walking in the direction of Blair’s locker, I practically floated since I’d gotten so much off my chest and out of my head. Nothing could bring me back down to Earth.

When we got close to Blair’s locker, I nearly froze in place. Not only was she surrounded by her usual minions, but Chuck was talking to her. It had been days since I’d spoken to him and I had managed to avoid him at school. I couldn’t even begin to think about what I would say to him or how I would act around him. Part of me hoped that he thought I was incredibly intoxicated that night and the other part of me hoped that he blacked out and forgot that night even happened. However, when he looked over and saw Jenny and me, I knew that he had not forgotten one little thing.

Crap.

“Jenny, what took you so long?” Blair asked as she snatched the box out of Jenny’s hands.

“She was talking to me, it was my fault if anything, Blair,” I said.

Blair didn’t relax at all. “Well, you have to speak to her on your own time.” She handed the box to Isabel.

“Noted.”

“Y/N,” Chuck said.

“Hi, Chuck.”

The way he looked at me sent shivers up and down my spine. After Jenny caught us, I’d chased after her to try and talk to her, but Isabel caught her before I could and Blair dragged me into a conversation about colleges. We hadn’t spoken after that, not that Chuck did not try to, but I couldn’t talk about it.

“Nice shoes, Y/N, Ferragamo?” Kati asked.

I blinked my gaze away from Chuck and glanced at the black suede over-the-knee boots I wore. “Yes, good eye, Kati.” I slipped my bag higher up on my shoulder. “I should get to class.”

“I’ll walk you,” Chuck said.

I wanted to tell him no, but he was already guiding me away. “I’ll see you all tonight?” I called over my shoulder. Then, I turned to Chuck. “What do you want, Chuck?”

“To talk. You’ve been avoiding me.” “No, I haven’t.”

“You didn’t respond to my texts.” “My phone was dead.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

I hesitated, a little ashamed of myself for trying to lie to Chuck. He was the father of lies, after all. “We can’t do this here, I’m not going to do this here.”

Chuck pulled me aside, glanced at a pair of Constance sophomores who were staring at us as they past, and looked at me. “You knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. What happened the other night----”

“I shouldn’t have done it,” I blurted out. “I was stupid, drunk, emotional, and I thought I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t.”

“Stop it,” Chuck hissed.

I shook my head. “It’s the truth, Chuck. We shouldn’t have kissed. I feel sick when I think about it because I know I hid it from my friends.”

“We don’t have to hide----we can tell people.”

“You don’t really want to be with me, Chuck.”

“I meant everything I said that night.” “You were drunk.”

“Not really.” He stared at me intently. “I know that you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you----I just don’t understand why you’re lying to yourself.” “I have to go.” I brushed past Chuck and headed to class, tears burning at my eyes as I thought of exactly why I was pushing the boy of my dreams away. And I knew exactly why: I didn’t want to lose my best friends.

That evening, everyone in the Upper East Side was packed into the ballroom of the Waldorf Astoria. Champagne and fine hors d’ouevres were being served by waiters and waitresses in crisp black and white uniforms. All the guests were wearing sharp black Armani tuxedos or structured Dolce & Gabbana gowns. Mother dragged Father and I for the usual rounds before I finally got to break away and join Serena. She looked fabulous in her silk and chiffon pink spaghetti strap Juan Carlos Obando gown. Her blonde hair was slicked back into a high ponytail and diamond studs shimmered in her ears.

“You look amazing, S,” I said as I hugged her. “Dan’s missing out.”

“He had this work thing to do, it’s fine,” Serena said. “But you look great too.”

“I should after three hours of getting ready,” I teased.

I was wearing a black velvet Ulla Johnson gown with strappy Jimmy Choos. My hair was wound up in a ballerina bun that gave me a little bit of a headache, but pain was beauty.

“Blair looks like she’s on cloud nine with Nate,” Serena said, gesturing to the couple as they danced to the band playing “Beyond the Sea”.

“She always looks like that when she’s with Nate, even when they’re fighting.” I snatched a flute of champagne off of a passing waiter’s tray and began sipping.

“They are adorable,” Serena mused. “But you’ll get your time.”

I sniffed. “Yeah, sure.”

Little did she know that I had already lost my time, it seemed like. Plus, it didn’t help that Chuck was flirting with a beautiful girl with long dark hair and olive-toned skin. She looked like a model of some sort, but it would have hurt to see him with any other girl.

How could I have been so stupid? He doesn’t feel anything for me, he was just playing me.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Serena asked.

“Nothing, I...I just need some air. I’ll be back,” I said, squeezing her hand in reassurance.

The ballroom suddenly became too crowded as I weaved my way through the crowd of rich, finely-dressed people. Finally, I got out into the lobby and still couldn’t really breathe. It felt like someone had ran a knife through my chest and I was gasping for breath. Then, I felt the tears coming on and shook my head.

This couldn’t be happening, I was not crying over a boy. I had to get out of the hallway, no one could see me like this. I managed to make my way over to the women’s restroom to calm myself down. I took little sips of champagne and tried to even my breathing.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, Y/N, you’re fine,” I muttered to myself.

Why couldn’t I get the picture of Chuck smirking with that model out of my head? Why did it hurt so much to think about them? I couldn’t possibly love him, could I? No, he had to be the worst person to possibly fall in love with.

“I just had to do it,” I muttered again.

I loved Chuck, but was too afraid of what my friends would think to admit it outloud. Did he know how I felt? If he did, why would he rub his model friend in my face? Why would he play games? Everyone knew how much I hated playing games.

I took a few more minutes to calm myself down before walking back outside. Unfortunately, I could still hear my heart thumping in my ears and felt my stomach twist into knots.

Love really can make people sick.

I wandered back into the ballroom, glaring at everyone who dared to smile at their escorts and partners. It was childish, but I couldn’t help myself. I snatched another flute of champagne from a passing waiter and began sipping it as calmly as I could.

“There you are!” Blair exclaimed as she dragged Nate towards me. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Here I am,” I said with a shrug.

“You look nice, Y/N,” Nate said.

“Thanks.”

“Can you believe Chuck has the audacity to bring that prostitute into a nice event like this? I shouldn’t be surprised by him anymore,” Blair said.

“She is a model.” When Blair glared at him, Nate quickly added, “He told me about her earlier today. Met her at some party or bar or something.”

“Whoever she is, she doesn’t have any class, but I don’t know if Bass has standards anymore.”

“Blair.”

“Who’s to say that he doesn’t?” I argued. “Maybe that girl is the next Alessandra Ambrosio or Adriana Lima. Maybe he didn’t like his options in the Upper East Side.”

“Whatever, he’s nice to have at parties, but no self-respecting girl would date him,” Blair said.

Nate remained mum about his friend, suggesting that he agreed with his girlfriend. I, on the other hand, was boiling on the inside. As angry and upset as I was, I couldn’t help but defend Chuck.

“Perhaps they would if they got to know him.”

“Enough about Chuck, we need to talk about Yale.”

“Blair----”

“My father has a fantastic house in New Haven we could go to on the weekends and I even have a few leads on eligible Skull n Bones members.”

“Blair, I am not interested in dating a member of a secret society nor your father’s New Haven house. I am so sorry that we, for maybe the third time in our lives, have different ambitions. Is it so terrible that I want to go to another state for school?”

Blair hesitated. “We had plans. We were both going to go to Yale, marry Yale men, and---”

“And move back to New York and raise our kids on Park, right? That may be what you want, but it isn’t what I want.”

“Well, what do you want?” She asked in a semi-curious, but mostly indignant way.

At that precise moment, Chuck decided to approach our group with the gorgeous girl on his arm. “I don’t believe any of you got the chance to meet my friend, Natalia.”

“No, we haven’t.” Blair smiled tightly. “I’m Blair and this is Nate, my boyfriend.”

“Hi, Natalia,” Nate said.

“Y/N,” I said.

She smiled, revealing a perfect gap between her two front teeth. “It is nice to meet all of you.”

“Do you mind if I borrow Chuck for a moment?” I asked.

“It is fine with me.”

Chuck smirked at me as we walked away from the group. “What burning thing could you possibly have to talk to me about?”

I whirled on him. “How sick of a person are you? You tell me you want to be with me one second and then in the next, you taunt me with a model. You may like to play games, but I don’t, Chuck.”

“Unless my memory is mistaken, you’re the one that didn’t want to tell anyone what happened, so why does it matter to you if I bring a model to a gala?”

“It’s ‘who’ and it matters because I want to be with you!” I hissed.

There was something so cathartic about finally admitting my feelings for him. All the pressure floated from my shoulders, so much so that I nearly fell forward. But Chuck grabbed me by my shoulders and kissed me. The kiss was so much sweeter than the first time, sweeter than I imagined Chuck could be.

In that moment, I didn’t care what anyone thought. All that mattered was I finally got the guy who I always wanted.

#gossip girl imagine #requested #chuck bass imagine

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