#I can make the fawn piece as just a necklace this time and make it a little simpler or something

[bhramarii]

I absolutely adore the two headed fawn necklace you made would you ever make another or do you only make a piece once?

I usually only make a piece once and even if I do make it again it won't be an exact replica of the last depending on the beads I have available and such. But depending on demand I am open to repeating designs! Just let me know and I'll see what I can do :)

[thinkinonsense]

VELVET ELVIS ❤︎

lumberjack!logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: fluff! domesticity! soft!logan pregnancy

author's note: this was inspired by the kacey musgraves song! just wanted to write some fluff :)

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divider credit: @/roseraris

within these cabin walls, time stood still. logan liked his life and the time machine he's built himself. you and him live in a 60's dream home.

during the weekdays, logan went to work at the lumberyard while you stayed at home and worked on your paintings. when the two of you moved in together years ago, logan got you to agree to quit your job and prioritize your talents since he could do triple the amount of work for a normal man, money would never be an issue.

on saturday's, the two of you would go into town and you would bring your art pieces to a shop downtown for them to sell. whatever money you made, you put back towards the supplies you needed because logan covered everything else.

"well, don't 'cha look like a dream" logan compliments as he watches you get ready in the mirror.

"thank you, sugar." you smile as he leans down to kiss your temple then down to your cheek.

"prettiest fuckin' thing i've ever seen." he mutters against your skin. "is this new?"

both your eyes fall to the satin powder blue slip dress that adorned your frame. he loved how it looked with your pretty white mary jane boots and the small bump blooming underneath the soft material of your dress.

"yeah, picked it up earlier this week." you reply, removing the curlers in your hair and teasing the hair pieces up high.

"love it." logan says, nibbling at your earlobe.

"logan..." you giggle, lightly shoving him away. "go get dressed so we can leave."

"yes, ma'am."

reluctantly, logan gets up and grabs the nice outfit you put together for him earlier. a fresh pair of denim jeans, a white shirt, and his brown leather jacket. as an anniversary present one year, you got logan a silver star-shaped belt buckle that matched the necklace he got for your birthday when you two first met. in the mirror, you watched him put it on.

"whatcha thinkin' about over there, sweetheart?" he smirks, looking up to find your eyes.

"dippin' you in honey."

"dirty. i like it."

"not like that, perv." you giggle. "just wanna be stuck to you forever."

"that's sweet," he says, walking over, bending down, and gently grabbing your chin to kiss you.

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once the two of you make it inside the tiny shop, logan brings in your painting while you greet the older ladies who own the building. all of them fawn over logan and your round tummy; telling you how lucky you are. something you never let yourself forget.

"you'll never believe what we picked up at the gala last weekend." one of the grey-haired women tells you.

"what did you two find?" you asked, always curious to their treasures.

"the hell kinda painting is this?" logan asks, looking sideways at one of the paintings on the wall.

the sight makes you laugh. no matter how long you two have been together, logan still struggles to see some of the beauty that you do in certain art pieces.

"i think the handsome lumberjack found it." the other lady winked as they guide you over to where logan stood. hanging upon the wall sat a velvet elvis painting.

"oh my!" you gasp.

ever since you were a little girl, you adored the painting that some would call 'tacky'.

"you like that, sweets?" he questions but you ignore it, stepping closer, running a finger along the golden frame.

"my grandma used to have one in her living room, it was her most prized possession –well, next to my grandpa."

behind you, logan could see the couple smiling to each other. too busy amazed by the painting to notice anything else around you.

“what a lucky find!” you marvel, turning around to face them.

“which is why we want you to have it.” one of them says while the other takes it down from the wall.

in shock, you shake your head insisting that you couldn’t allow them to give it away. they insist on you two taking it home, telling you to hang it somewhere nice. logan wasn’t exactly thrilled to have the painting in the home but he knew you adored it so he would never say a word out loud.

on the way home that night, you raved about the piece. logan loved hearing you talk about the things you were passionate about. he could listen to you explain color theory for hours. his own personal, prettier version of bob ross. when he brought in the painting, you told him exactly where you wanted to hang it in the living room.

“right there, baby.” you instruct him. “be careful.”

the man couldn’t be hurt if he tried but he found your warning cute. once it was hung up, you both step back to admire it. the art work did at least match the aesthetic of the house, logan could admit.

“i mean, its no mona lisa but i don’t mind it.” logan says, pulling you in to kiss your forehead.

“you know, i don’t really care for the mona lisa.” you admit with a shrug.

“really?”

“mhm, don’t like that everyone fawns over it. i want character, creativity, and something unique."

"hm.." he hums, swaying you gently.

"this painting reminds me of you." your voice meek and muffled against his shirt.

"is that so?" he asks, looking down at you.

you nod. "i want something no one else has and something no one else will ever understand the way that i do. you're my favorite work of art, lo."

"i'm only a work of art because you carved and molded me with your beautiful mind." he says, trying to allow a tear to fall down his face.

logan couldn't believe the life he'd been gifted after all the shit he's dealt with in his lifetime. he didn't deserve this; he didn't deserve you. your kindness, your warmth, your talent, your body that carries the only other human he will ever love as much as you. he would never be able to repay you for this little life and slice of peace that you've gifted him.

[caelivir]

surrender | rayne ames

synopsis. rayne ames can’t stop staring at you tonight, which is strange, considering the fact that he loathes your guts.

pairing. rayne ames x fem!reader, | wc. 4.1k | genres. haters to lovers, tension, jealousy, rayne's hot and obsessed and reader's in denial | warnings. reader wears lipstick but it's mentioned once at the end, they make out what's new (it's good for my the soul), a bit suggestive

notes. tbh this wasn't supposed to be as long as it is. what a yap fest. blame my hormones and the weeknd. this is ugly and i hate it but it will have to do while i continue working on other fics.

you can’t comprehend why he’s here. the rest of the student body can’t either because the moment he walked through those doors all eyes were on him.

you’re positive that rayne ames had to have some devil whispering in his ear. how else would he be convinced to attend a grand event such as this one? dancing? socializing? it’s not his style, especially when he knows that every guy and girl within a ten foot radius would be jumping at the chance to have his attention.

you’re point is proven right in the next three seconds. you can already spot girls batting their eyelashes at him. you can see them trying to coerce him into a dance. on any other day you’d scoff at their fawning over an asshole like rayne.

however, you can’t seem to bring yourself to say that tonight. rayne’s half blonde, half jet black hair is styled in a wet curtain cut with long loose strands falling in front of his forehead. he wears a black two piece suit with the coat sporting various decorations.

there are two sets of silver chains that are pinned just below each one of his shoulders. each set is comprised of five chains. one directly connects a line between two metallic circles. two chains of varying lengths begin at one button before swooping a short distance down the front of rayne’s coat before linking back to the second circle that hangs lower than its counterpart. the remaining three chains follow the same pattern except they droop down the side of his arm, nearing the peak of the dip at the middle of his upper arm and rising back up to the coat’s shoulder pads that have sleek silver suns on top of them.

under the jacket, the visionary dons a white dress shirt that is tucked into his pants. however, the piece is damn near transparent, and the top buttons remain undone, exposing some of the skin of his torso. to finish the look off, rayne wears one singular necklace with a sword pendant.

you hate it, and you hate whoever styled him because tonight he's a dangerously gorgeous devil that's making your heart pound at an embarrassingly alarming rate. your eyes are glued to him no matter how badly your mind screams at you to look away. yet just as you can't tear your gaze away from him, rayne is equally unable to focus on anyone else that isn't you.

he inhales a deep breath of air before carving a path to your position at the food table. the alarms in your head go off in panic. you can't exactly play off the fact that you were so blatantly ogling him so instead you own up to it, masking your flustered expression with a glare in his direction.

"well if it isn't the devil himself." you taunt when he nears, soaking in the half blonde's formal look one more time. "what made you decide to crawl out of hell tonight?"

"i could ask you the same thing." rayne answers bluntly, and you scowl because he knows that you hate when he turns your snarky comments back on you.

"why'd i even bother?" you roll your eyes with a scoff, directing your attention to bite-size appetizers in front of you.

"let me know when you find the answer to that." the visionary responds, causing a muscle in your cheek to twitch in irritation.

rayne doesn’t move from his spot. in fact, he’s standing so close to you that your arm brushes against the black fabric of his coat and the cold silver chains on the side of his arm.

"can you move?" you snap, annoyed because now your senses are being filled with his scent—an intoxicating mix of cinnamon and cardamom that makes your mind go fuzzy.

"i can't have food?" rayne cockily raises an eyebrow at you before randomly picking up a tomato basil puff off the plate. he chews it thoughtfully, and through the micro expressions of his face, you come to understand that he is pleased with its taste.

you bundle your fists tightly to release some of your nerves. a breath of air enters your lungs to steady yourself. you remind yourself to not get swept up in his games. rayne ames will not ruin your night. all of these affirmations lead you to the decision to leave him by the food table.

however before you can do that, the music slows to an end, and people take it as a sign to scramble for a partner before the next piece starts up again. as for you, you're immediately confronted by a tall blonde boy in your grade. he kindly extends a hand out to you that’s shaking very discreetly. "may i have this dance?"

you mentally grimace because you're still on edge due to rayne, but you don't have the heart to turn the guy down when he so obviously worked up the courage to come up to you. reluctantly, you accept his offer with a meager nod, and as he takes you by the hand, you involuntarily glance back at rayne, who has been staring the entire interaction down like a hawk.

the boy leads you to an open spot on the dance floor and doesn't hesitate to take the lead once a graceful waltz composition begins. you try to pay attention to the guy's little ramblings about duelo as you glide across the floor, but your mind wanders back to rayne.

what would it be like to have his hand on your back or your hand interlocked with his? would it light a blaze upon your skin? why do you even want to find out?

your eyes drift across the expanse of the enormous ballroom, scanning for that half blonde pain in your ass. after several moments of searching, you find rayne standing off to the side, back leaned against one of the pillars. he switched his food out for apple cider in a champagne glass. he stands with max land and other faces you aren't familiar with. whatever conversation they're having, rayne isn't following; his sole focus is on you and only you.

there's something dark lurking beneath his eyes. the intensity of his gaze generates shivers down the line of your spine. you think that the glass in his hands might shatter in his grip.

"are you alright?" your partner questions, and it brings your concentration back onto him. "are you cold?"

you present him a tight grin. "i'm good. you don't have to worry about me."

the boy in front of you accepts your answer without any suspicion and continues leading the dance until the song finally comes to an finishes. yet even when the waltz ends, and you thank your partner for the dance, he sticks by you. that's fine. he’s a nice guy who means no harm, but because you're severely distracted right now, he is the last thing on your mind.

he gently guides you through the room, keeping a hand on the small of your back protectively as you squeeze between the crowd. you force yourself to engage in conversation with the friends he introduces you to. you laugh at the appropriate times and give your two cents into a topic should it be deemed necessary, all in attempt to ignore the burning sensation of eyes drilling into the back of your neck. each time you catch him, rayne doesn't dare to avert his gaze. he’s shameless in that matter. he'll maintain this eye contact with you until you're the first one to tear away with your face a burning mess.

as the night progresses, you're losing the patience to withstand it. the guy in front of you. rayne. thoughts of rayne. your head is swirling in confusion, and you need new air and silence in order to calm yourself.

when you're sure rayne isn't watching, you dismiss yourself from your partner with a pathetic excuse that you need to quickly use the washroom that he buys instantaneously. and when the crowd hides you completely, you sneak off in the total opposite direction of the restroom.

you navigate your way through the venue until you find the exit that leads to gardens in the back. you pay no mind to party raging behind you, only straying yourself further and further from the noise until you're met with silence. it's only then that you're able to feel your heart slowing down it's pace.

you continue wandering until you find a gazebo hidden deep within the gardens. the structure is surrounded by flowers of varying colors and species. its posts are wrapped in vibrantly green vines. there are no seats built into it, but it will have to suffice as a place to rest and cool your head.

you lean back into one of the wooden posts, shutting your eyes as you inhale the scent of cold, wet, grassy air. when the brewing storm in your mind finally calms, all that remains is a certain divine visionary.

never in all of your years of knowing rayne ames would you have ever thought your emotions involving him would end up conflicting like this. you loathe him; you have since the day you met. so you can't seem to fathom what changed tonight. can it really be all because of a mere suit and new styling of his hair? how pathetic.

and his eyes… those damn yellow eyes that follow your every move. how can they ignite a fury of butterflies in your stomach?

and you don't even have the time to figure it out before your ears pick up on the sound of frantic footsteps and rattling chains that encroach closer and closer to you. your eyes fling wide open, and your body instantly freezes at the sight before you.

rayne ames stands in front of the garden gazebo, chest quickly rising and falling as he pants out breaths that turn visible in the cold winter air. his styled hair isn't as kept as it was before. it's lost its volume and his loose strands of hair cling to his skin, most likely due to the thin coat of sweat that you can barely see under the dim moonlight. yet, he still looks so incredibly breathtaking. the half blonde's eyebrows are brought together in a mix of relief and worry, and you don't know what to make of it.

you don't get it anymore. what is he doing? what is his goddamn game? why, just why, is he standing before you?

the reason behind rayne’s appearance at the winter ball is so incredibly petty that he’s ashamed to even admit it out loud. he had overheard a blonde on the duelo team claim that he was going to dance with you that night.

the irritation that arose in the pits of his stomach during that moment could not be described. did that fool really think he stood a chance with you? you were completely out of his league.

the thought of you dancing with another man haunted rayne for days. each time it crossed his mind, he’d get so annoyed that he’d snap the quill he was writing with into two pieces.

it was stupidly impulsive to come to this ridiculous school ball. rayne knew that, but a part of him was desperate to find out what would happen. could the blond fool pull it off, and what were you going to do if he did? he's well-aware that you aren't his lover or his friend, and yet that didn't seem to stop him from being concerned about matters involving you.

it’s truly a puzzle because rayne is so positive of the fact that he hates you, but the moment he walked through the entrance, all certainty of that fact became debatable again.

he stands before you, separated by the crowd of students who are just as shocked as you are. he can tell that you hadn’t expected for this. and with your eyes locked onto each other, you both enter a new dimension—one where everyone else fades away.

in a sea of blurred, barely present faces, you are the only one that was clear, a face so beyond the words of beautiful. rayne feels like he had the air knocked out of his lungs. is his heart speeding up, or is it stopping? he can’t tell anymore. he’s losing his senses. to combat that, he takes a deep breath of air.

rayne doesn’t even see the girls tugging at his arms or the guys trying to start up a conversation. it’s only you, and like an iron attracted to a magnet, his feet pull him to where you are before he has the chance to realize it.

you’re quick with your snarky comments that attempt to drag him, but even then, you're beautiful. it's baffling how hopeless of a fool he is for you. it’s a miracle that rayne has half the mind to retort your jabs, and he is definitely glad that the food table acted as a cover up.

however, the visionary’s mood sours when that damn blond duelo player comes up to you, asking for a dance a whole lot earlier than he anticipated. rayne can’t make out your expression, but he does notice the nod of your head and the way you extend your hand to slide onto his, but not without giving the half blond a glance back.

rayne's gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles go white. as you leave, another girl walks up to rayne, and he flat out ignores her, picking off a champagne glass from a server that happens to walk by him.

trying to cool his head, rayne ames finds max land in a matter of seconds, and he opts to stick by him. he doesn’t engage in any form of conversation with max, despite the multiple times his best friend has been trying to get his attention.

he'll apologize for it later, but every drop of focus that rayne possesses is on you as you move along the floor. the blond is talking your ear off, and the visionary is aware that you aren't fully listening because your eyes keep drifting back to him.

the fact that rayne doesn’t ever tear his eyes off you has you looking away in nervousness. it’s so unlike you. you’re always so confident in your confrontations against him, but it appears to be different tonight. it seems like everything is.

the longer he stares the more rayne hates the hand that is gently wrapped around yours. he hates the smiles that the blond duelo pulls from you simple because he is simply not worthy of them. he hates that even after the stupid waltz is over you're dragged to meet his friends.

the visionary has no right to be feeling like this, especially after all the verbal arguments and harsh words. but each time you look at him tonight with those star-filled eyes, rayne swears that he'll make it up to you for the rest of your lives.

"rayne, the suit is amazing. where'd you get it from? i haven't seen anything like it." one of max's friends asks, which finally drags the half blond's attention away from you.

"ryoh grantz." he replies dryly.

"you got this from the light cane?!"

"that's what i said, didn't i?" the visionary glares, visibly annoyed.

"oh. y-yeah." the guy chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck. it's then when he realizes that any attempt of conversation with rayne ames is futile so he switches the topic.

when the half blond drags his eyes back to you, he nearly loses grip on the champagne glass that he's been holding for a while. "she's gone." rayne mutters to himself, yet somehow over all the noise, max hears him.

max land peers over the crowd, finding the spot where you last stood. the blondie you were with is huddled with his friends, but you are no longer in sight. the brown haired boy hums. "i think your staring scared her off."

rayne narrows his eyes at his friend who only raises his hands in defense. the divine visionary scans the entire room, expecting you to be gathered with a different group of people, but you're not. you're not in here at all. "damn it." he curses with a hiss, ditching max to search for you.

if his best friend protests or calls for rayne, he doesn't hear it. max is the least of his concerns right now.

he leaves the empty glass onto the nearest table and begins a distraught search. he does a lap around the entire room, thinking that it'll make you appear again, but his efforts bear no fruit. he wanders up and down the halls, giving everyone he passes a quick glance, only to find that they're not you.

rayne finds an entrance that leads to the back gardens, and he's praying that you're somewhere there. he doesn't know how long he spends running around. his dress shirt is sticking to his skin, and his hair is falling out of place. the venue for the ball is so far behind him to the point that he can't even hear the music or noisy chatter anymore.

despite the burn in his calves, he pushes deeper into the gardens, jogging until a gazebo catches his eye. it's hard to see in the moonlight, but rayne swears that he sees the shadow of a figure. it's his last hope; he's praying that it's you.

the half blond jogs up to the steps. the chains of his suit rattle as he does so. he realizes then that it is you. relief, worry, and anger hit him all at once, but in your eyes, he can't say the same. there is no malice, only confliction, and rayne decides right then and there.

he's going to open his heart to you.

"what are you doing here, rayne?" you ask, practically defeated.

"what about you?" he snaps back harsher than he ever has before. he takes angry steps up the stairs. "it's fucking freezing, and you decide to come out here alone. do you even realize how far the venue is right now? do you know how much i was-" rayne stops himself mid-sentence, curling his fists by his side.

"no, tell me." you demand, walking closer to him. "what is it? you are always so blunt. what's stopping you now, huh? spit it out."

"i was worried about you." he answers quietly.

your heart swells when you hear it, but you choose to suppress it instead because that can't possibly be right. "worried?! why on earth would you ever be worried about me? you hate me, rayne ames, and i hate you. all we ever do is torment each other. it's exactly why you kept staring at me tonight. i couldn't focus on anything but you. that's what you wanted, right? you wanted me off my guard? well, congratulations asshole. you won. now leave me alone."

"no." the boy in front of you sternly denies.

"no? god, you have some fucking nerve-" you fume.

"i'm not leaving you alone." rayne clenches his jaw, staring deep into your eyes. you force yourself to swallow. "i haven't left you alone since the day we met, and i'm not leaving you alone now."

you scoff, trying to push past rayne, but he blocks your path. "move, rayne."

he ignores you altogether. "you want to know why i'm so worried about you, hm? here's your answer." rayne's voice is low, almost dangerous as he speaks. he steps closer to you, nearly pressing your bodies together. the heat that radiates off him is electrifying.

"you've been stuck in my head for the last week, and it's all because of that blond buffoon on the duelo team." rayne scowls. "i heard him. i knew that he wanted to dance with you, and it pissed me off. i couldn't imagine his hand on your back or his hand on yours without feeling my blood boil, and i hated every second that you were with him tonight. it was torture."

"jealousy?" you breathe out, trying to belittle him as you do so, but you fail miserably when your eyes dart to rayne's lips. "you might as well be obsessed with me."

"maybe i am." rayne's hand reaches up to trail the pearls of your necklace. his hand then moves further up your neck, fingers gently tickling your skin as they pass before resting on the side of your throat. "i might've been obsessed with you the moment your pretty little mouth started talking back to me. hell, i might even be in love with you."

in that moment, you feel your breath hitch. your eyes open wider in disbelief, and that doesn't deter the divine visionary in front of you at all. you try reading him, trying to find any sort of sign that this whole thing is a joke, but deep down you know. you said it yourself moments earlier. rayne's honest and blunt to a fault. he wouldn't say something he doesn't mean.

"the sight of you is enough to bring a man to his knees. you have me wrapped around your finger, (y/n). just say the word, and i'll be yours."

you don't know when rayne's face had gotten so close, but you can feel his breath fanning along yours. you can indulge in that cardamum and cinnamon scent that brings your brain to a high.

"rayne..." you whisper, brushing the loose strands of hair away from his forehead even though they return to the same place they were once before.

and as he admires you with those eyes, eyes that look at you as if you created the world and spun it on its axis, you surrender. you close the gap between the two of you because you're tired.

you're tired of acting like the thought that you want him has never crossed your mind. you're tired of acting like he's isn't stupidly hot whenever he puts you in your place, you're tired of pretending that you've never wanted to slam your lips against his just to shut him up.

rayne said he might've been obsessed with you from the moment you started arguing with him. well, you might've been obsessed with him when you realized that he wasn't going to tolerate any of your attitude. it's probably why you constantly picked fights with him. all the tension and unspoken words and lust came as a result. it was bound to boil over eventually.

you told yourself to not get swept up in him, and yet here you are, completely drowning. you chase each other like you're both starved. the kiss so desperate and powerful that rayne backs you up into one of the gazebo posts. the contact makes you gasp, and rayne uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. you'll have to press him about this later. for a guy who avoids women like the plague, he sure knows how to kiss you to euphoria.

your senses are so overloaded that you grip onto the open fabric of rayne's white dress shirt to keep you up. it effectively pulls him closer, making him groan. you lightly trail your nails down the exposed skin of his chest. you feel the visionary shiver before you, and you know that he's putty in your hands. you continue that path down, feeling the faint outline of his abs through his shirt.

rayne pulls away only to continue burning hot kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. he nips and sucks on your skin, and you know that it's sure to leave marks, but in the moment, you can't help but whine his name. you let him have his fun until the feeling of missing his lips on yours is overbearing.

you force rayne up by his chin, and he almost looks disappointed. you smirk once you notice the smearing of lipstick on his face and the uneven rhythm of his breathing.

"what a mess you are." you tease, toying with rayne's bottom lip with your thumb.

"do you really have to do this right now?" rayne complains lightheartedly, all while placing kisses onto the inside of your palm, making you giggle.

"always." you wink, and your hands wander back down to his chest. "kiss me?"

rayne cups one half of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "always." he replies, diving into the addiction that is you once more.

@kyoghurts @seneon hey...

[ravenloop]

I LOVE the piece you did with god of war freyr! could I request headcanons on how he'd try woo the reader? especially if they keep accidentally friend zoning him!

>Oblivious reader is officially one of my favourite things to write lol

>Pairings: Freyr x reader

>WARNINGS!: None

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Headcannons: Freyr trying to win your affection

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— Freyr is absolutely the biggest player known and you cannot tell me otherwise. He's definitely been with countless of partners, and who could blame them?! He's Freyr.

— That being said, despite him being a player, he definitely falls for you. And he falls hard. I don't mean that metaphorically either, when he first met you he stared so hard he tripped face-first into the mud.

— You're the most beautiful being he's ever laid his eyes on, perfect in every way, like you were made from the very roots of Yggdrasil. And he's not shy, he tells you that straight to your face with the stupidest expression ever—he thinks he looks handsome.

— But that stupid smirk is wiped right off his face when, instead of flirting back like you were obviously supposed to do, you just tell him "Thank you!" with that gorgeous smile and walk away.

— Really? He just called you one of the most poetic things he could think of and you're going to just say thank you?! Whatever, he brushes it off and decides that he wasn't trying hard enough.

— He continues with using sweet words and compliments, buttering you up nicely with "You're looking extra radiant today" or "I love your voice", simple things. When you once again just thank him before walking away, he can feel his eye twitching. Nevermind. Perhaps it's time to take things a step further.

— If he had Ingrid at the time, he'd definitely try and gift it to you, only to be ultimately halted by Freya with a smack. He's definitely tried it with other woman in the past (and Odin).

— He starts bringing you things back from when he goes on missions every so often. They'd range from beaded necklaces to flowers he placed in your hair to jewels he found in some hidden chest. It buffs up his ego when he sees you wearing it most of the time.

— You're also the first person he talks to when he returns to camp, first person to hear the details about what he saw while out. Majority of his time in camp he spends with you. If you're ever sent out on missions, he'd try to come with you, and if he can't then he'll just send someone trusted with you.

— By now it's painfully obvious he's fawning over you like a young mortal man. Everyone in the camp can see it, everyone but the one person he wants to see it: you. As dreadful as it was to witness, everyone in camp found it too funny to really step in and help either side out.

— Up to this point he really tried to make his hints obvious, and he's sure there's no way they could be more out in the open than they already are. Eventually he gets fed up when you turned down another advance of his and just straight out yells his feelings.

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"I LOVE YOU, DAMMIT!" "Oh. As a friend or...?"

[aelfgyvaa]

Period Drama Costuming - a (ranty) review

I love period dramas. I watch them like my life depends on it, and as a result, I have Thoughts. Period dramas are arguably where costuming becomes most important - here, costume isn't solely a storytelling device, it's a reflection of the specific place and time in which the narrative is taking place. Sometimes it's done well. Sometimes it really - really - isn't.

It's reductive to try and make any sweeping, general rules about how costumes in period dramas should be done. Every show has its own tone and style, and this is important to consider. However, some productions can take this in... interesting directions. We can really only judge each attempt at historical costuming on an individual basis, which - spoiler alert - is exactly what I'm about to do. Below the cut, I've had a look at some bad costumes, some good costumes, and some that don't really seem to fit in either category.

DISCLAIMER!! - This is simply an opportunity for me to rant about something I have a lot of (subjective) Feelings™ about, and is in no way supposed to comment on the overall quality of any of the pieces discussed. I'm also NOT claiming to be an expert on this topic. There are lots of people on here who undoubtedly know more about this than me, and if you're one of them, I'd really love to hear your thoughts!!

The Bad

Reign (The CW, 2013-17)

I've just gotta get this one out of the way. I made it through an almost-entire season of Reign before the atrocity that is its costuming got the better of me. If you'd shown me photos from this show without telling me it's about Mary Queen of Scots, I couldn't have guessed what period this might be set in. Reign's costume designer has stated "I wanted gowns that kept some kind of Elizabethan element, whether it was a nipped waist and extreme silhouette, or if it had a bit of a medieval feel" and uh. Yeah. By and large, that didn't happen. From what I can tell, a somewhat historical silhouette does begin to appear in the show's final season, but at what cost?

Perhaps Reign wouldn't have been as bad if the dresses were at least nice to look at. Instead, they're generally reminiscent of prom dresses - the fabric looks cheap, and the details look so tacky that I can't even endorse the costuming for this show from an aesthetic standpoint. Sorry to any Reign fans out there, but this is almost certainly going to be my most scathing review of the lot.

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The Musketeers (BBC, 2014-16)

I love The Musketeers. I really do. But what the costume department was thinking - especially when it came to the women's costumes - I really have no idea. I mean, a Peter Pan collar?? On the Queen of France??? IN THE 1620S???? Truly something. Constance always looks like she only half-finished getting dressed that morning (why is her hair down. she's married.), and Anne sports some of the most outlandishly ridiculous collars I've ever seen. I don't even want to get into what Marie de' Medici is wearing. It's belts - as a necklace apparently! She also appears to be hiding some kind of gourd under her hair, but alas.

Yes, the men wear pleather. Yes, it does upset me.

The Musketeers' costumes perhaps wouldn't sting so badly if they didn't dress numerous background extras in significantly more accurate clothing. I've spent too much time watching this show and sighing in despair because Noblewoman Number 3 has a more accurate 1620s dress than the literal Queen.

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The Spanish Princess (Starz, 2019-20)

I haven't properly sat down to watch The Spanish Princess through to its conclusion yet, but I do intend to - when she's not fawning over Richard III, Philippa Gregory adaptations can still be good fun, despite having about as much historical authenticity as the Fiji mermaid.

Nevertheless, no one in this show seems aware of what time period they're in, with dress styles spanning from early 14th-century surcoats to some fairly Elizabethan-looking silhouettes. The fabric choices are all over the place, and similarly - although not quite as egregiously - to Reign, often don't even manage to look good. Even from a modern standpoint, this show is colour- and pattern-clash galore. There is also practically no layering whatsoever, with the dresses going on as single pieces without a panel in sight. Admittedly probably easier from a production standpoint, but still.

Don't even get me started on the headdresses. Weird, pudding-cap-esque padded crowns and tiny scraps of fabric like the ones seen on Mary Tudor (an attempt at a French hood? I shudder) are fairly constant, although I have spotted a few passable attempts at a Gable hood.

They do get points for giving Arthur Tudor a fuck ass bob. Thanks.

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The Buccaneers (Apple TV+, 2023-)

When I first started The Buccaneers and saw what its costuming had to offer, I audibly sighed. If you're a fan of visible back-lacing, cheap quality fabrics, and poorly fitting bodices, this is the show for you. The 1870s look is not a difficult one to emulate, and yet The Buccaneers fails rather miserably with its main characters, half of whom appear to be walking around in their underwear, with untied hair and single-layer dresses. Poor Nan only seems to own about two outfits that aren't visibly too big for her.

But by far the greatest crime committed by The Buccaneers' costume department comes in the decision to have multiple instances in which characters appear to be wearing corsets as tops. Yeah. I had a rough time with that one too. Mabel seems a particular victim of this - in both of the images above she looks as if she's been rushed out of the house before she got the chance to even button up her dress. A State of Affairs indeed.

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The Good

Becoming Elizabeth (Starz, 2022)

Although I was slightly underwhelmed with the execution of Becoming Elizabeth's story, this was absolutely overshadowed by its costuming, which is probably one of the most historically accurate depictions of Tudor clothing I've ever seen. With the same costume designer as Shardlake (which is also very well done - a big day for fans of Anthony Boyle's codpiece), it's remarkably clear how much research went into the pieces worn on this show, with some directly recreated from portraits, and others visibly inspired by surviving clothing from the period.

I won't pretend that Becoming Elizabeth's costuming is without flaws - I'm not a fan of Elizabeth's hunting/riding clothes, and she wears her hair down far too often (Catherine Parr appeared at times to have access to a Dyson Airwrap). However, the positives definitely outweigh any gripes I have. We have dressing scenes in which we see the separate layers and panels that comprised Tudor dresses, and the French hoods actually have hoods, as opposed to simply being the semi-circular headbands we see far too often. The royal women wear ermine fur on their sleeves, and I was also a fan of the jewellery.

The care that went into the costumes for Becoming Elizabeth is so clear - I truly wish I'd enjoyed the plot more, if just so that I could spend more time staring at those dresses.

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Emma. (Autumn de Wilde, 2020)

I adore Emma, and its costuming is honestly perhaps the biggest part of that love. The waistlines! The hairstyles! The bonnets! Emma's costumes are proof that you don't have to sacrifice historical accuracy for the sake of stylization - it's by far the most zany and colourful of any direct Austen adaptation, and yet its visuals remain strikingly faithful to the Regency period.

Like Becoming Elizabeth, many of the pieces worn in Emma bear a striking resemblance to surviving pieces and fashion plates from the era. The only problem I've noticed in this was the alarmingly strange detachable ruff-thing Emma is shown wearing in one scene, but frankly, it still manages to fit the tone of the piece.

I'm usually not a huge fan of the Regency fashion depicted on television - I find it rather dull - but the costumes in this movie are gorgeously distracting in every scene. Turns out historical accuracy actually can make things better - who knew!

Is this enough to make me forgive Alexandra Byrne for the costumes in Mary Queen of Scots (2018)?

No.

(I do not forgive ANYONE who worked on Mary Queen of Scots for making Mary Queen of Scots.)

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Firebrand (Karim Aïnouz, 2023)

Firebrand hasn't even been released outside of Cannes yet, and already I am so, so down with everything it's giving. This movie could end up being the dullest two hours of my life, but I'll still sing its praises for one very simple reason - CHIN. STRAPS.

THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS!! The French hoods FINALLY have chin straps!!!! It's only been in virtually every well-known painting of them ever, no big deal.

Although we only have one trailer and a few promo photos to go off of, the costumes in Firebrand look fantastic, with enough layers, fur, embroidery, and hoop skirts to keep me happy for perhaps the rest of my life. We'll see how the movie itself turns out, but it already has a lot going for it in my eyes.

Also shoutout to Henry VIII's absolutely manky leg ulcers in the trailer. That's what I like to see.

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The Outliers

Right. Here is where the hypocrite accusations are about to come flying. But frankly, I said it myself at the start that every period piece deserves to be judged on an individual basis, and the tone and intention of each piece is important in how its costumes are perceived.

That being said, if you think any of the 'bad' costumes deserve to be in this section - maybe they should've tried not being ugly, idk.

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Bridgerton (Netflix, 2020-)

Bridgerton's excuse for its inaccuracy comes not from its lack of effort, but rather from its deliberate rejection of the historical narrative in any form whatsoever. We have two Real People™ in Queen Charlotte and King George III, but even their spin-off opens with a disclaimer that their story will be utterly fictional. Bridgerton does not present an issue like some of the other pieces on this list because it is actively opposed to being historically accurate to a degree that few other period pieces have arguably ever achieved.

Literally nothing about Bridgerton is consistent with history, so it does not disappoint when its costumes aren't either. The clothing does take visible inspiration from the Regency silhouette, but even then it is not consistent, with Queen Charlotte's costumes still firmly Georgian-esque (and honestly, marvellous wigs aside, they're not... bad?). Bridgerton is a historical fantasy before it's a historical drama, and as such it's easy to just sit back and enjoy the costumes for what they are - even when what they are is garish.

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The Great (Hulu, 2020-23)

The Great is first and foremost a dark comedy, not a historical piece. Yes, Catherine the Great and Peter III were real people, and yes, much like in the show, Catherine did overthrow her husband in real life, too. But the similarities end here, as none of the characters in The Great have any intention of resembling their real-life counterparts.

Set roughly in the 1740s, the costumes in The Great are clearly far from reality, but they still resemble the silhouettes we know and recognise as 18th Century. The show is a satirical means of poking fun at the opulent aristocracy, and as such every costume conveys a distinct appearance of luxury. Every single item of clothing worn by the nobility looks absurdly expensive, and the exaggerated ridiculousness of many of the looks we see onscreen are an intentional way of conveying how utterly disconnected the people at court are from reality. From Peter's leopard skin jacket to ladies wearing powdered wigs as hats, The Great's costuming is purposefully elevated from its historical source material, and that is precisely what makes it so good.

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The Favourite (Yorgos Lanthimos, 2018)

Sandy Powell's work on The Favourite is perhaps one of my all-time favourite pieces of costuming. Similarly to The Great, The Favourite utilises clearly recognisable aspects of 18th-century fashion - with ermine fur trim, half-length sleeves, and periwigs - but stylised so that everything conforms to a solidly black and white colour palate.

The Favourite's costumes are gorgeous and evocative of their time period - with well-portrayed mantuas, riding habits, fontanges etc. - all while conforming to Lanthimos' characteristically off-beat style. The shared colour palate really puts the three leads on equal footing in a visual sense, which is key in exploring the relationships that Abigail and Sarah are able to manipulate Queen Anne into developing. Had the colours and fabrics been historically accurate, I believe the movie would have risked making Anne too visibly above the rest of her court, but the striking congruence among the cast successfully solidifies their ability to exploit one another, regardless of status.

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I don't know if there are any conclusions to be drawn from this, I just love talking. If you've made it this far - thank you for reading! I hope you found at least some of this interesting.

I'm always open and eager to discuss this topic, so please do let me know your thoughts - What are your favourite period drama costumes? What piece of costuming made you go OH JESUS WHAT IS THAT???

Anyway, thank you for going down this little rabbit hole with me - my asks are always open! <3

[ur-boyfiend]

faerie circle

-> sequel to will o' the wisp -> fae!felix x m!reader

another one that's been rotting in the drafts..... i'm so sorry lmao wc; 1.8k

your flashlight beam disappears, though this time it's because you've turned it off, not because something is broken. the familiar lights appear, lighting a path through the underbrush. you know the way well enough, but you enjoy watching the lights as they dance around you.

you're not a faerie, but most of the creatures in the forest treat you like one, knowing you're in felix's favor. once, when walking to your apartment with a friend, a crow landed on your shoulder, and when you reached up to pet it, it dropped a sparkling necklace into your hand. it stayed on your shoulder the rest of the walk, which took some explaining when your friend inevitably asked.

you reach the clearing, always bathed in pale moonlight, even when the rest of the forest is dark. you sit down on a fallen log, pulling out a small bag of cereal and another of seeds and nuts. before long, the clearing is alive with small birds and animals.

after some time, a doe and her fawn nose their way into the clearing, and you snap a still-green stick from a small tree and peel the bark off to offer the two. the fawn takes the bark quickly, and you're able to softly pat its nose. the doe is less trusting, but eventually takes the offered treat.

you hear the sound of bells on the wind and look up as felix comes into the space. you smile, glad to see him again.

he takes a seat on the log next to you, and the small creatures that had been surrounding you direct their attention briefly to him, but quickly go back to nosing at you when they realize he doesn't have any food for them.

he looks offended by the rejection and you giggle, finding his reaction cuter than it reasonably should be.

"they like food more than you," you inform him. felix just rolls his eyes, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"i like you more than food if that helps?"

this time felix laughs, and rests his head on top of yours, "i'll take it."

a breeze blows through the clearing and you shiver, leaning further into the boy next to you. he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you even closer. it's getting to be winter, and you know that visiting is going to become harder and harder.

you hum quietly, continuing to feed the animals clustered around your feet. the animals come and go, some staying after they've eaten in order to get affection from the two of you, others quickly leaving once they're done.

you notice there's a squirrel being bullied away from the scattered treats, and you lean forward carefully, directly offering it a piece of cereal. the small animal takes the treat, before climbing up your arm and sitting on your shoulder to eat it. felix grins at the interaction, always enjoying watching you with the animals.

eventually you scatter the last of the treats, keeping a couple pieces of cereal and a peanut for the squirrel still perched on your shoulder.

the crowd of animals disperses when they realize there's no more food to be had, but the squirrel on your shoulder stays. felix gently nudges you and you look up at him, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"it's past midnight, you should head back."

you pout slightly, this is always your least favorite part of the meetings you have, but then felix taps the tip of your nose and you can't help but smile.

he stands up and offers you a hand, pulling you to your feet when you take it. the squirrel that's been on your shoulder makes no attempt to move, and when you try to pick it up, it clings firmly to your sweatshirt. after a couple tries you give up, not wanting to injure the small animal.

you look at felix, tapping the tip of his nose the same way he'd tapped yours, and head out of the clearing. before you make it back into the woods, however, you feel him grab your arm.

turning to look at him, you're about to ask if everything's okay. before you can get the words out, you feel his lips on yours, feather light.

you're both frozen for a second, before you put a hand on the back of his neck and pull him in, smashing your lips together. you can almost taste the desperation in the kiss, but any rational thought melts away when you feel his hands tangle into your hair.

you think briefly that this might be a bad idea, but in the past your bad ideas have had good outcomes, and if this is the exception then so be it.

you break the kiss to catch your breath, reveling in the moment of pure euphoria. neither one of you makes any attempt to move away from the other, your ragged breathing the only sound filling the still night air.

"i should go..." you mumble, not moving.

"...yeah." but felix doesn't move either.

you're both scared of ending the moment you've wrapped yourselves in, not sure how you're supposed to leave after this. not sure how things might change when you come back.

without really thinking you ask, "come over?"

felix laughs slightly, making you realize you're dead serious. he seems to realize that too when you finally move, taking his hand and tugging him towards the edge of the clearing.

"i don't know if that's a good idea," he responds, and you can see sadness in his eyes.

"bad ideas are what got me here babe, what's one more?"

you'd used the petname so casually you barely noticed it, but you can see a light blush dust his cheeks.

in order to keep yourself from blushing more than you already are, you turn and pull at his hand again. this time, he follows without protest. just as you're about to leave the clearing, you feel a small weight drop onto your head. you pause, and felix laughs.

"i guess that squirrel really wants to stay with you."

as if on cue, the small animal moves from the top of your head back onto your shoulder, nudging your cheek with its nose. you smile softly, already forming a soft spot for the creature.

the will o' wisps reappear as you make your way out of the clearing and through the woods, heading in the direction of your apartment. you reach the path that cuts through the trees without much trouble, since your first visit you've gotten much better at navigating the tangled underbrush.

the lights disappear as you cross the tree line, and you smile softly. the rest of the walk to your apartment is relatively quiet, you and felix chatting softly about whatever came to mind.

your apartment block comes into sight, the units set up more like a motel than the hotel-like layouts most apartments have. you're glad that you don't have to smuggle a squirrel through hallways or into an elevator, and glad that you won't have to explain anything about having a visitor.

before you go to unlock your door, you pause at the mailbox. there's a small envelope clothespinned to it, your name scrawled on the front in familiar handwriting. you snort, already having an idea of what's inside.

you stick the envelope in your back pocket, pulling out the key to your apartment and slotting it into the lock, opening the door as soon as you hear the confirmatory click of the door unlocking.

"c'mon in," you pull felix into your apartment, your cat emerging from whatever pocket dimension cats hang out in when she hears the door open.

as you turn to close and lock the door, felix crouches down, holding out a hand for your cat to inspect.

your cat's loud, rumbling purr soon fills the space and you laugh quietly, of course she loves felix. the squirrel on your shoulder soon catches her attention, the two of them sniffing at the other. you're not sure what to do if they don't get along, but luckily enough they seem to have no issues with eachother.

you turn to look at felix again, "want anything to eat?"

he tilts his head at you, and you gesture for him to follow you into the kitchen area.

"i've got uhhhhhhh," rummaging through your cupboards you pull out a box of shortbread.

"shortbread?" you hold up the brightly colored box. the squirrel and your cat join you in the kitchen, both looking for food. you roll your eyes and hand the box of cookies to felix.

he sits on the counter, watching as you pick up your cat's food dish and fill it with a can of wet food. the squirrel is sitting next to felix, trying to grab at the shortbreads. he gives one to the small animal and smiles at it munching happily. your cat is standing at your feet yelling, and you sigh and set her food dish on the rubber placemat in the corner of the kitchen, also refilling her water dish.

once your cat is eating happily, you sit next to felix on the counter and grab for some of the shortbreads. he laughs and puts a piece in his mouth, holding it out towards you. you roll your eyes and lean forward, kissing him, and taking the cookie when he opens his mouth slightly.

he blinks a couple times, then glares at you. you just smile back, happily munching on your prize. it doesn't take long before he's smiling too, and laughs quietly.

"you asked for it!"

he rolls his eyes but doesn't argue, instead leaning his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes. you reach up to mess with his hair, reminded of dandelion fluff.

you can feel your eyelids getting heavy and you yawn, prompting felix to look at you.

"'m tired, c'mon," you hop off the counter and grab his hand, dragging him in the direction of your room. your cat follows suit, the squirrel not far behind. you gesture to your bed, covered in plushys and unmade. you're too tired to feel embarrassed. grabbing an oversized t-shirt and comfy pants you turn back to felix, now sitting on the bed, and hand them to him.

grabbing your own pjs, you duck into your bathroom to change and brush your teeth. when you return to your room felix has changed also, and is sitting on your bed again. you drop your laundry into a basket in the corner, flopping facedown onto your bed next to felix. a moment later you feel him playing with your hair.

shuffling around, you manage to lie down properly, patting the space next to you, pulling up the blankets when felix lies down. he quickly goes back to playing with your hair and you hum in contentment, starting to doze off almost immediately.

the sound of bells in the wind is the last thing you hear before slipping into a dream.

[tonixe]

Ik it ain’t valentines day anymore but can we have a valentines day pt2 with butcher, frenchie and a-train?? Ps i love how you write. Always so accurate :)

Part 2 of the Valentines Drabbles/Headcanons - requested >3

n.o.t.e.s - Since it's still February, we're still in the month of love !>3 P.S thank you so much anon, I'm really happy that you enjoy my writing! >3

w.a.r.n - Some nsfw, fluff, and just pure love.

w.c - 686

Billy butcher

❀ Billy would surprise you with flowers like roses, a box of chocolates, sweets, and a bunch of valentines-themed and your favorite biscuits.

❀ He would definitely surprise you with a homemade dinner (It he is a good cook ngl).

❀ You guys would spend valentines day watching a movie, snuggling each other for warmth, as you guys would just enjoy both of each other's company.

❀ He would definitely take you on a good date, with just the two of you, it wouldn't be like a fancy restaurant but like a comfortable, family-type restaurant, just a casual one.

❀ He would gift you your favorite flowers or a cute necklace.

❀ To be honest, I feel like even with butcher's strong guy facade, I feel like he is just a soft baby, that just needs love.

NSFW

❀ Billy would definitely be into vanilla (BUT HEAR ME OUT) He would be really vulnerable with you, it would really give the same energy as how butcher found Rebecca.

❀ He would handle you with care, like your a piece of glass, he just doesn't want to lose you like Rebecca. He would take his time with you also, and coax you.

❀ Passion sex with you, #handlewithcare >3

❀ The butcher would be into a breeding kink, like making his little family with you like after he handles Vought. Just the both of you and your children living in a comfortable house, just basking with each other until death.

❀ Aside from being vanilla, he would also be dominant yk, being that fellow that would take anywhere, I swear, idk he would just be a freak tbh.

Frenchie

✿ Now Frenchie would definitely surprise you with all your favorite things flowers and chocolates.

✿ He would surprise you with your favorite dinner, and also surprise you with breakfast in bed, and also would just surround you with love and hugs + cuddles :)

✿ Frenchie would just serenade you with songs and give some pet names and fawning words in french.

✿ Frenchie would have a little date with you in your apartment, with a candle-lit romantic dinner, with you guys basking in each other's love and presence.

Nsfw

✿ Frenchie would be into vanilla sex, I feel he wouldn't be dominant like that, maybe vulnerable (?) with passion.

✿ He would definitely love when you ride him, that shit would just make him go crazy tbh.

✿ Frenchie would just love when you handle him, you would be the romantic one in the relationship. I feel he would definitely be into some voyeurism, idk I feel he would be a secret freak tbh.

✿ He would love getting head from you, would def make him go crazy and zooming fr.

A-train

✽ He would surprise you with flowers and your favorite thing, just the same valentine's thing you would surprise anyone with, he would also buy you a necklace and some of your favorite shoes or clothes (or anything else)! >3

✽ He would watch a romantic maybe scary movie with you, as you guys cuddle.

✽ Take you out to a restaurant, (he would definitely don't know how to cook), and he would surprise you with some gifts and goods.

✽ He would also slow dance with you as your guy's favorite song plays in the background as you guys give each other loving stares and pet names + cues.

Nsfw

✽ Okay, first let's first forget and pretend that a-train does not have a foot fetish and liked his toes getting sucked, but if you're into that, you can do you, I don't judge yk. 😳

✽ He would definitely be a freak, be into voyeurism maybe even exhibitionism, like imagine you both getting ready for your dinner date, and he is just really horny and take you on your dresser.

✽ Your just fucked out with blissed, basking in the moment of pleasure. -and he's just like asking to suck his toes (jk) or unless.

✽ We know a-train is a freak tbh, he wouldn't mind being vanilla with you.

[trashbag-baby666]

Between Tridents and Knives-Finnick Odair

Chapter Two

Chapter Summary: Finnick and Fawn are reaped. Both of them are struggling to make sense of what’s to come.

WC: 2,882

C/W: Mentions of violence/past games.

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Fawn stood on stage next to Mags and Annie. Finnick stood with the other three male victors on the other side of the stage in the Justice building.

The escort came on stage giving the same speech every year. Everyone had heard it 1,000 times by now and knew it by heart.

"Ladies first," the district escort walked to the female reaping ball and pulled a name walking up the microphone. She opened up the card and read it.

"Mags Flanagan." She held it tight. Fawn looked over at the short old woman. Then at Finnick and knew what she had to do.

"I volunteer." Fawn stepped forward, Mags grabbed her arm and shook her head and pointed at Finnick. Fawn just hugged her and stepped forward.

"Fawn Viridis volunteers." The district four escort spoke before reaching into the males bowl pulling out a name.

"Finnick Odair." Fawns' heart skipped a beat.

No.

This couldn't be happening, this isn't how it was supposed to go. As they stood there in their matching cream sweaters they held hands. Fawn could once again see her parents now much older crying once again. Mags was very much like a mother figure for Finnick. Fawn wasn't going to let anything happen to her.

Finnick and Fawn were the golden children of the capital; the people couldn't be seriously letting this happen.

Then they were escorted out fast and they weren't allowed any goodbyes.

She knew she would never see her parents again, Mags, Annie, any of her friends. Her only goodbyes being the sorrow written on her face.

Finnick and Fawn were put into a capital car, "But we haven't said goodbye." Fawn was panicked and Finnick could see that her grass green eyes wide her pupils small but growing big just by the sight of Finnick. Finnick moved closer next to her holding her hand tight with both of his rubbing her hand with his thumb.

"We can write to them Fawn, Mags and Annie might be there as mentors and the other district four victors. It's going to be okay honey." Finnicks voice was soft as he pressed a kiss to her temple. They arrived at the train station and there was the escort and Librae stood there with Mags. This games mentors, in Fawns mind there was by no doubt that her and Finnick would've been the mentors if not picked for the quarter quell.

Fawn started for the bedroom car and opened the door sitting on the bed. She kicked off her brown boots and pulled her knees up to her chest letting her head fall between her knees.

Fawn didn't even know how long she had sat there or how long the train had been moving. She heard the door open and the bed dip next to her.

"Love," Finnicks voice was low and sweet.

"Mhm?" Fawn lifted her head, relaxing her legs back over the edge of the bed. She looked over at Finnick, his green eyes peering back at her with the low light in the bedroom.

"Librae wants us to come out and watch the other reapings," Finnick pushed some of the hair from her face. Her makeup smeared from the tears she didn't even know she had shed.

"Okay," Fawn sighed, taking the arm of her sweater and wiping off the smudged makeup. Finnick ran his fingers gently over the shell necklace.

"I still think this is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I've ever seen. It's almost as pretty as you," Finnick took his hand and cradled the right side of her face.

"You sure know how to make a girl have butterflies." Fawn chuckled softly as Finnick pulled her to a standing position.

They walked to the sitting quarters and Fawn ordered some tea from an Avox as they turned on the Caesar Flickerman show as they reran the reapings.

Gloss and Cashmere from district one, they were siblings who had won two consecutive tears in a row Gloss mentoring his own sister. Then Brutus and Enobaria from district two, she had chatted with Enobaria a few times at victors events or capitol events. They were acquaintance's but by no means friends.

Cashmere had also faced the same post games fate as her and Finnick, having their bodies sold to capitol people by Snow.

Then Beetee and Wiress, Fawns hand came over her mouth. She considered them friends; they were always so good to her as she was one of the youngest victors in the circle of them.

"I want them as allies," Fawn whispered to Finnick and he nodded. Then it showed her volunteering for Mags and the quick exchange between Mags and Fawn.

Then Finnick getting his name picked, Finnick and Fawn then meeting at the center of the stage and taking each other's hands.

Fawn recognized the morphlings from district six. She remembered in both of their games they camouflage themselves till all the other tributes were dead. Both of their faces were sunken in with deep, dark bags under their eyes. By no doubt had they turned to morphling. Whether it was due to the new amount of free time or dealing with the horrors of being in the games and winning them.

Fawns heart skipped as they switched to district 7, one of Fawns best of friends she had met during the 72nd games was Johanna. She knew it was coming; she was the only living female victor of district 7.

She used a similar strategy to Fawn, she acted weak to lull the other tributes into a false sense of security so they wouldn't come after her. Then she brutally killed them with axes. She was also 17 when she won her games so Fawn was eager to make friends with her during capitol and victors events.

As they called Johanna Mason, Fawns' eyes began to shed tears. Finnick held her as he stroked her short hair as they both watched.

Then it was district 12, of course it was Katniss then Haymitch's name was called and Peeta was quick to volunteer.

"We could use them as allies," Finnick opened up a bit.

"There's just something about them that doesn't seem trustworthy, Finnick." Fawn had been unsure about them as soon as Peeta said he had always had a crush on Katniss. She saw it as an obvious ploy to get sponsors, smart boy.

Then it became obvious maybe it wasn't as Cato, the district two tribute slashed his leg in just the right spot to leave Peeta to bleed out.

Katniss was quick to go find him and begin to nurse him back to health even sharing kisses while everyone thought Peeta would die.

Everyone treated them as these capital star crossed lovers even changing the rules for them both to win.

This was quick to put a bitter taste in Fawns mouth about the two.

After Fawn won her games, she and Finnick announced that they were in love on the Caesar Flickerman show during her Victor tour.

Snow wasted no time as they saw her as 'desirable' to sell her body to the capitol. Fawn knew what would happen to her if she refused to do it. Snow would kill her family, maybe even Finnick, as punishment.

Finnick knew that this fate was not something she shouldn't have had to experience.

Then Snow started selling their bodies together, then it turned to people paying for them to perform sexual acts infront of people.

They both learned how to fake things fast, Fawn would normally cry throughout these sessions hiding her face in Finnicks neck. Both of them faked their ejaculations.

Over all it ruined their ability to have sex in their personal lifes. Soon enough Fawn could not handle being touched by anyone except Finnick. It built up her anger towards the capitol even more. When people started rebelling it almost brought her euphoric joy?

Pushing against the people who'd brought them all distress over the last 75 years. It was a relief when District four decided to revolte. District four had always been kind of a more rebellious district; the bread from there was salty and tinted green from seaweed. It was shaped like a fish even though it was rebellious for the district's breads.

"They're in the same boat that we're in Fawn, any longer and Snow probably would've started selling them to the people as well." Finnick tried calming her, she didn't want to hear it right now.

Fawn rolled her eyes and grit her teeth as her prep team waxed her body hairless. If there was anything she hated more than the capitol it was the chariot rides. Most of them had pretty bad outfits most years.

"We're so sad to see you and Finnick go into the games again," Atala frowned as she rinsed Fawn down again. Don't get Fawn wrong she liked her prep team they were all just ignorant to everything that went on.

"I forced him to make a pact," Fawn sighed as Atala helped her sit up on the prep table. As Nava came in with the chariot ride costume and to direct Atala with styling her hair.

"We have our bets on you," Atala assured her as she pulled over a cart with makeup and hair stuff on it.

Fawn sat there silently trying her best not to slouch as Atala braided her hair in a half up half down style. A golden shell clip holding the two braids around her head in the back like a crown. Atala brought over a golden crown similar to the one she got when she won the games placing it on her head like a headband. Atala applied thick sea green kind of blue makeup to her eyes with a dramatic wing that looked like waves. She put her in dark blue lipstick.

Nava brought over the chariot ride costume, a dark blueberry blue silk dress with tan sort of gold netting draped over the left shoulder and encircled around her waist. The netting had pearls and gems on it. Nava helped put her in it then added her seashell necklace from Finnick to pull it all together. She brought over dark green heels that had a chunky bottom with straps running over her feet then onto her ankles. She hated how she had become so good at walking in heels, she far preferred boots but that was not the standard for capital fashion. Fawn walked over to the mirror in the prep room and observed herself. She certainly didn't look like herself, she felt like this every year when she was prepped for capitol events for being a mentor, lining up sponsors, and viewing events of the games.

Nava and Atala walked with her out to the chariot area where all of the horses were lined up with their chariots and other victors standing around talking amongst each other.

"Hey," Finnick came behind her. Fawn nearly jumped out of her skin.

"What the hell," she smiled seeing him. He was shirtless with just netting wrapped around his waist with a thick brown belt around it. A necklace with blue shells around it and one with a leaf pendant on the other. Of course Finnick was allowed black boots for this.

"Want a sugar cube?" Finnick crunched down on one and held another between his thumb and pointer finger.

"That's a dumb question," Fawn snatched it from him, popping it into her mouth, "Gotta eat what we can get before we are stuck in the arena to fend for ourselves."

"You look good," Finnick smiled, taking Fawns hand and spinning her around. Her cheeks turned bright red.

"Thank you, so Lysis just decided to put you in as little clothes as possible?" Fawn chuckled.

"Well you know how the capitol feels about us can't believe you're not in just a shell bra with seaweed barely covering your lips." Finnick smirked, holding both of her hands looking down into her. Fawn studied his sea green eyes, noticing the tiniest bit of black liner around his eyes. It made them pop really.

Finnick took Fawns hand leading over to where Katniss petted the chariot horses neck.

"Katniss," Finnicks voice boomed as they walked over.

"Hello Finnick, Fawn." She nodded to the both of them.

"Want a sugar cube?" Finnick smirked asking her. Fawn stood next to him watching her body language.

"I mean they're supposed to be for the horses but who cares about them right? They've got years to eat sugar, where us three well when we see something sweet we grab it." Fawn smirked, plucking one from Finnicks hand.

"No thanks," Katniss didn't miss a beat looking at their outfits up and down.

"But I'd love to borrow your outfit sometime, Finnick." She looked at him merely naked.

"You look pretty terrifying in that getup," Finnick smiled as they both observed Katniss's black bodysuit with her big black eyeliner.

"What happened to the pretty little girl dresses?" Fawn scoffed.

"I outgrew them," Katniss rolled her eyes.

"You certainly did. Shame about this quell thing. Now you could've made it out like a bandit." Finnick took a step forward pointing at her, "Capital jewels, money or anything you wanted."

"Well I don't like jewels and I have more money than I need. What do you two do with all your wealth anyways?" Katniss raised her eyebrows.

"We haven't dealt with anything as common as money in years." Fawn leaned into Finnick knowing where this was going. The forced prostitution of the both.

"Then how do the people pay for the pleasure of both of your companies?" Katniss stared down Fawn.

"Secrets," She tilted her head to the side, smirking. The two of them took a step in cornering her.

"What about you girl on fire?" Fawn taunted Finnick leaning down slightly to whisper in Katniss's ear.

"Got any secrets worth our time?" Finnick smiled, his lips close to Katniss's.

"I'm an open book everyone seems to know my secrets before I know them myself." She spoke.

"Unfortunately I think that's true," Fawn winked. Katniss looked past them as Peeta and Cinna walked over.

"I'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding, I know how devastating that must be for you." Finnick smiled, putting a sugar cube between his teeth and putting an arm around Fawns waist.

"Have a good day." Finnick smirked, crunching down on it as he guided Fawn from her.

"I don't know about her, Finnick." Fawn looked up at him as they arrived at their own chariot Nava and Atala waiting along with Finnicks prep team.

"We don't have to choose our allies today sweetheart," Finnick fixed part of Fawns curtain bangs as they separated a bit.

"Disgusting," Johanna scoffed as she walked over fixing the green cuff on her costume.

"Johanna," Fawn smiled, wrapping her in a hug.

"Of course you guys look amazing, Finnick is of course practically naked." Johanna stepped back looking at the two of them. Johanna had on a see through green bodysuit with a black corset and black heeled boots.

"I mean the corset isn't bad plus you know how Snow is," Fawn smiled looking over at her.

At that moment a voice came over saying to go to your chariots and get ready for the parade to start.

"I'll see you soon, okay Johanna." Fawn held both her hands looking at her friend.

"Not if Snow kills us all first," she smirked, "Bye Fawn, Finnick." She nodded to the both of them.

"Always a pleasure," Finnick held up his hand in a wave. The both of them walked over Finnick, got into the chariot and held out his hand for Fawn, "Ready."

"I guess," Fawn smiled, taking his hand as she stepped into the chariot.

"Fawn and Finnick," Nava grabbed their attention, "Look straight ahead, maybe a smile but no waves. Act as if you're above all of this."

They both nodded and the horses were instructed to go. The gates opened both of them lurching back a bit as the horses started running.

Finnick grabbed her hand holding it tight as they got to the audience. Everyone cheered Finnick offered a smile and a nod but that was it. Fawns face was straight with a snarky look on her face. As they rounded to go back where Snow stood Fawn stared him down.

Fawn and Finnick had a weird relationship with being intimate after Snow began pimping them out.

Fawn finished showering all of her makeup off and rinsing out her hair. She stepped out of the shower and the blow dryers dried her. Fawn opened the drawers grabbing out a dark blue sweater and slid it on and grabbed some black leggings.

Her door opened and Finnick came in shirtless with just sleep pants on.

"Feel better?" Finnick walked over kissing her cheek as she brushed her hair in the mirror.

"I hate makeup," Fawn sighed, setting it down and walking over to the bed. Finnick laid down and Fawn snuggled in close to him. Finnick ran a hand through her hair as Fawn laid her head on his chest

"I love you," Finnicks voice was low and husky, kissing her on the head.

"I love you too."

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Finding the Best Valentines Day Gifts for Her Is An Annual Quest!

Best Valentine’s Day Gifts for Her : The Ultimate Guide to Finding the Best Valentine’s Day Gifts for Her

Valentine's Day can be stressful when trying to find the perfect gift that will make your special someone feel loved and appreciated. With so many options available, settling on the right romantic, fun or practical gift idea that matches her style and personality is easier said than done. This ultimate guide covers unique and thoughtful gift ideas across all categories - from sweet treats and pampering items to customized jewelry and tech gadgets - that will be sure to impress any woman in your life.

Top Romantic Gifts From the Heart : Best Valentines Day Gifts for Her

When it comes to Valentine's Day, it's often the heartfelt gifts that end up meaning the most. This section covers beautiful flower arrangements, jewelry gifts filled with sentimental meaning, and other romantic ideas that will make her smile. Beautiful Flower Arrangements That Will Make Her Smile What woman wouldn't love receiving a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on Valentine's Day? But not all flower arrangements are created equal. For a truly spectacular centerpiece that she'll fawn over, check out The Bouqs Flower & Succulent Arrangement from Bouqs. Available in multiple sizes, these arrangements feature an eye-catching combo of vibrant blooms and trendy succulents that will brighten up any room. The flowers are cut fresh from eco-friendly farms and shipped directly so they last over a week. I’ve given Bouqs arrangements many times, and they never disappoint! If succulents aren't her thing, Bouqs has traditional rose bouquets along with flowers ranging from tulips and lilies to wildflowers and tropical varieties. They also offer same-day delivery for last-minute gifters. Just keep in mind that stocks may be limited closer to the holiday. Heartfelt Jewelry Gifts She’ll Cherish

Best Valentines Day Gifts for Her Jewelry makes for an extremely romantic, sentimental gift that can be cherished for years to come. When choosing a special piece for your Valentine, consider her personal style as well as jewelry that holds symbolic meaning. For a glamorous gift splash, check out the Gucci Heart Sterling Silver Bracelet. This striking heart-shaped bracelet is crafted in Italy from sterling silver metal with the iconic Gucci logo embossed in the center. It perfectly pairs with other bracelets for a stacked designer look. Or makes a subtle, sophisticated statement all on its own. While pricey at $590, it’s a true heirloom she can cherish forever. For budget-friendly options, one piece of jewelry I always recommend is a necklace with her birthstone. Companies like Brilliant Earth let you design customizable birthstone necklaces at affordable price points. You can choose from delicate solitaire pendants or birthstones flanked by diamond accents. Another personal jewelry gift to consider is an initial pendant or necklace, which feels classic yet still unique at the same time. HypeLadies.com has a great selection of custom solid gold initial letter and nameplate necklaces. Sweet Treats to Satisfy Her Sweet Tooth They say the way to a woman's heart is through quality chocolate and decadent treats. Make your sweetheart feel extra special this February 14th by gifting her a indulgent food gift to spoil her inner foodie. From artisanal cheeses, to chocolate covered fruits, these ideas are sure to impress any woman with a sweet tooth. For the ultimate cheese lover, you can’t go wrong with the Murray’s Cheeses of the World Sampler. This over-the-top gift box features 8 artisanal cheese varieties imported from Italy, Spain, England and other European regions. The kit also includes bread crisps, dried fruit, nuts and other perfect cheese pairing items. At $150, it’s certainly a splurge, but will provide an unforgettable experience for the foodie in your life. If she prefers chocolate or candy over cheese, services like Cheryl’s Cookies offer incredible assortments of chocolate covered strawberries, sweetheart cake pops, gourmet brownie truffle boxes and more. You can even build your own gift basket filled with her favorite guilty pleasures. For a more personal touch, surprising your sweetie by baking her favorite desserts or treats yourself can also mean the world. Check out sites like Sally’s Baking Addiction for easy Valentine’s Day recipe ideas she’ll adore like Chocolate Lava Mug Cakes and Cherry Heart Sugar Cookies.

Cozy At-Home Gifts for Relaxation

For the woman who cherishes quality relaxation time, cozy at-home gifts can be the perfect Valentine's Day surprise. From plush designer robes to candles and bath products, this section covers pampering ideas she'll adore. Luxe Loungewear for Serious Comfort What woman doesn't appreciate ultra-soft loungewear pieces to unwind in? One of my top recommendations is the Soho Home House Robe - an indulgently plush ~premium~ bathrobe crafted from polycotton fabric. The relaxed fit combined with the comfy shawl collar and waist tie ensures she'll feel enveloped in blissful comfort. Plus the elegant pink dusk color features subtle Print House London logo embroidery for that chic designer touch. For lazy Sunday mornings, she'll also love lounging in the smooth silk Petite Plume Silk Sleepshirt which comes in soft pastel colors. The short sleeve baby doll silhouette drapes beautifully. And the natural breathability of 100% mulberry silk aids relaxation. These luxurious details make it an extra special Valentine's gift. Check out additional plush robes, pajama sets, or slippers from brands like Lunya or Nordstrom's Barefoot Dreams collection for the ultimate indulgent loungewear gift she'll effuse over. Once she sinks into these comfy fabrics, she'll never want to take them off! Pampering Bath & Spa Gifts For the ultimate relaxing "me time", help your Valentine create her own home spa oasis with pampering bath and body products. She'll think of your thoughtfulness every time she draws a rejuvenating soak. One of my top recommendations are the OUAI Chill Pills Bath Bombs. This fragrant bath bomb trio by celebrity hairstylist Jen Atkin's haircare brand OUAI includes scents like Melrose Place (Rose, Jasmine, Lychee, White Musk notes), Big Sur After Rain (Cypress, Coastal Moss, Lavender, Amber) and Open Air (Fresh Laundry, Lemon, Rosemary notes). The effervescent bombs transform an ordinary bath into a relaxing hydrotherapy experience. Reviewers rave about the heavenly aromas and how soft it leaves their skin too. Pair the bath bombs with a set of Diptyque Scented Candles - a luxury French fragrance brand beloved by celebrities - for a full spa atmosphere. The Vanille Classic Candle is a warm, rich scent blending vanilla and woody tones. While Ambre (patchouli, benzoin, cinnamon leaf) offers an oriental amber scent. You can't go wrong with either. Though a set does allow her to alternate moods! Gifts to Help Her Relax & Unwind Life moves fast, so having go-to relaxation aids on hand can help provide some much needed stress relief and balance. Consider gifting tools to clear your Valentine's mind so she can reset with clarity. One of my favorite all-purpose anxiety relievers is a quality weighted blanket, like the popular YnM Weighted Blanket. The added weight simulates being hugged or held, delivering that soothing comfort. Reviewers adore it for everything from unwinding after work to enhancing sleep quality by reducing restless nights. Choose from different weights, textures, sizes and colors to best match her preferences.

Exciting Experiential Gifts to Enjoy

Instead of material items, gifting tickets to shows or events she'd enjoy creates memories that will last much longer. This section also covers tools and equipment that facilitate her favorite hobbies for hands-on fun she can continue enjoying. Equipment for Her Favorite Hobbies & Activities

Catering a gift to her unique interests and hobbies makes for extra thoughtful presentation. And will facilitate activities she can enjoy long after the holiday. Ask yourself what she loves to do for fun or has been wanting to explore trying. Then help equip her needs! If your Valentine loves photography, consider gifting the Leica Sofort 2 instant film camera to fuel her creative outlet. Available in a bright cherry red or sleek black, this easy-to-use instant camera delivers that signature Leica image quality in a fun, convenient package. She'll have a blast snapping shots then watching them develop instantly with that old-school Polaroid charm. The mini size also makes it perfect for popping in her bag to capture moments no matter where the day takes her! For the aspiring baker or home chef, surprise her with the hottest kitchen gadget - the DASH My Pint Ice Cream Maker. This pint-sized machine makes it super easy to churn rich and creamy ice cream, gelato or sorbet in just 30 minutes. She'll impress everyone with chilled sweet treats despite not even having an ice cream churning attachment on her stand mixer! Available in aqua, pink or red, the retro-cute design looks great displayed on her countertop too. Unique Dates & Getaways to Make Memories Instead of physical gifts, consider gifting tickets to a show, concert or event she’s dying to attend for a fun one-of-a-kind experience. Or plan a special “adventure date” filled with activities tailored to her interests she’ll always remember. If she loves music, splurge on concert tickets to see her favorite artist if they’re touring near you. Sites like StubHub and Vivid Seats are great resources for scoring last minute seats. You could also check out who’s playing at local jazz clubs or venues that offer a more intimate performance setting. For a truly special “wow” factor evening, plan an immersive multi-course dining experience like this Kitchen Table Tasting Menu. With only one communal table seating about 10 guests, she’ll gain VIP access to a cutting edge culinary experience not offered to the general public. An extremely unique "foodie" gift perfect for making Valentine's celebrations extraordinary. If overnight travel isn't feasible, brainstorm fun “adventure dates” you could enjoy right at home together as well. Plan activities catered to her interests like a mixology class while crafting unique cocktail creations. A chocolate truffles baking session. Competing in fun two-person games like checkers, battleship or jigsaw puzzles. Or cuddling up for a romantic movie marathon complete with themed snacks and candy she picks. It’s all about quality time spent together! Stylish Clothing, Shoes & Accessories What woman doesn’t appreciate some trendy new threads or accessories to spruce up her wardrobe? Especially if chosen just for her! From designer purses to everyday booties, this section covers fashionable Valentine’s Day gift ideas she can rock daily. If your sweetie is into designer goods, the Bottega Veneta Small Brick Cassette Bag makes for an ultra luxurious gift. Crafted in Italy from premium leather, the chic elongated shape and chunky woven detailing give it an iconic yet understated look. It fits just the essentials secured under a matching knot clasp. Choose from an array of rich jewel-toned colors like emerald green, burgundy, taupe and more. Expect to invest around $3,600 for this heirloom level arm candy. For everyday accessorizing, keep her organized on-the-go with the Saint Laurent SL 276 Mica Sunglasses. Channeling retro 70's glam with the small angular frame silhouette, these sunnies instantly elevate even casual wear with a very stylish punch. Offered in range of lens colors and treatments to match her personal taste. Reviewers report excellent UV protection too. Useful Tech & Electronics In our digital era, electronics and tech gadgets can make extremely practical gifts that also demonstrate you pay attention to her interests. Especially if you select devices specifically catering to her needs and habits. For the perpetually cold woman, gift the revolutionary Orolay Down Jacket with Side Zips that took the internet by storm a few years back. Dubbed "the Amazon coat", this warm winter coat quickly achieved viral fame all thanks to its quality construction and flattering fit. Designed to keep her ultra toasty even on extra bitter days, the mid-thigh length style features multiple zippered pockets, a cozy fleece lined hood, and side zips allowing greater range of motion. Offered in array of rich colors like black, green, red and navy. If she loves tracking health stats or staying connected on the go, consider gifting a smartwatch like the Apple Watch Series 8. Packed with new intuitive features like crash detection, temperature sensing for ovulation estimates in the Health app, this latest model delivers helpful insight into overall wellness. The Always On Retina display allows quick on-the-fly glance access to messages, emails and other app notifications. While the new low power mode provides up to 36 hours of battery life on a single charge—plenty to get through multi-day trips without packing extra cables. Customizable Gifts Made Just for Her There is nothing sweeter than giving a gift that has been personalized or one-of-a-kind created just for her. From sentimental jewelry to personalized stationery, these tailored presents capture those thoughtful "I know her so well" vibes. For vintage vibes and next-level personalization, check out the Catbird Secret Garden Ring by Laurie Fleming. Available in 14k gold with an array of genuine gemstones to choose from, each secret garden design is hand carved ensuring a truly distinct ring. The artist even mails buyers a rough diagram sketch reflecting the stone's one-of-a-kind shape before casting. Making it an incredible bespoke jewelry gift infused with plenty of heart and symbolism. Or select from an existing stone she'll still adore having made just for her. If she loves stationery and list making, opt for the Smythson X Massimo Alba Personalized Stationery Set. This vibrant gift features emerald green Featherweight Panama paper customized with her initials or name in gold foil. The set contains 20 folded cards and 20 envelopes—perfect for thank yous, quick hello notes and everyday use. Housed in a charming keepsake travel case.

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I hope this guide provided tons of unique Valentine's Day gift inspiration to make shopping for her enjoyable this year! The key is focusing on gifts that align with her individual personality and interests. Sentimental jewelry, pampering items, cozy loungewear, and experiential dates all make excellent starting points. While adding personalization always elevates basic gifts with that extra thoughtfulness. Just remember - no matter what you gift her this February 14th, the intention and love behind it matters most. So don't stress excessively over finding the "perfect" present. As long as it comes from an authentic desire to make her day special, that's what she'll cherish most! Let me know if you need any clarification or have additional topics to cover related to finding the best Valentine's Day gifts for her! Read the full article

[atsumulogy]

WHEN YOUR CO-WORKER CALLS HIMSELF YOUR “WORK HUSBAND”

synopsis: how he reacts to your co-worker calling himself your “work husband”

featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, & iwaizumi hajime. fem!reader.

content warning(s): jealousy, possessive boys, weird co-worker, suggestive at iwa’s part 😵 sorry my hands slipped lmao. also grammar mistakes … have mercy i wrote this kinda half asleep + use of wife

naia’s footnote: yk that work wife thing? yeah, that but with a twist with the hq men 🤭 jealous scenarios are my guilty pleasure LOL i wrote this when i was supposed to be doing smth actually productive 😓‼️also i got carried away w atsumu’s haha

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! rb’s & likes are appreciated

#01 — WHEN COMING AS YOUR PLUS ONE IN YOUR OFFICE’S FANCY EVENT, MIYA ATSUMU didn’t want to admit it but he kind of expected to be fawned over by your female colleagues — not that he wanted them to! It’s just … expected, seeing how absolutely hot your husband is (the expensive suit and tie and all). What he did not expect was being introduced to your … what was it? Ahh, yes, “work husband”.

The absolute audacity and sheer nerve of this bastard to call himself that in front of him, the actual husband on the documents and in your heart.

Work husband. He scoffs silently, face scrunching up in irritation, poking his cheeks with his tongue instead of making a fuss in this exclusive event where lots of important people are present. As much as he cares for obliterating this man in front of him, he cares more about you and didn’t want to cause you any issues with your workplace.

(Though, if this ugly scrub touches your arm again and joke about Atsumu being the side chick, he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.)

Besides, the 24 karat gold necklace hanging around your neck with his initials attached to the chains and the elegant ring on your finger makes it painfully clear that your self-proclaimed work husband has no chance against the Miya Atsumu.

BONUS:

Atsumu may have acted mature about the situation while in the event, but behind closed doors he was whining and grumbling about that annoyin’ scrub.

“— like I still can’t believe he had the guts to say that in front of me!” He scoffs, face scrunching up again, his mouth forming a scowl. “Work husband… tsk, i’m yer only husband! hell, i’ll be yer work husband, house husband, and every other fuckin’ husband title there is!”

Instead of informing your husband that it doesn’t work like that, you nod to every word he said every time he looks at your eyes to back him up on his rant.

“Yes baby, I know. Now why don’t we get you a trophy with all those husband titles, hm?” You jokingly offered, patting his fluffy blonde hair.

Next week a package arrived carrying a shiny gold trophy with the words “Miya Y/n’s only house husband, work husband, and everything else in between” customized on the front <3

#02 — OIKAWA TOORU SCOFFED AFTER SOME IRRELEVANT, MEDIOCRE, UGLY MAN introduced himself as your “work husband”, somewhat offended because someone dared crown themselves a self-proclaimed title as your work husband — like that bastard is even worthy enough to be breathing the same air as you!

He recognizes this man to be the man you ranted to him about that was inappropriately acting like he’s close with you and many other women of your office.

Wanting to do you and the other women of your office a favor, he decided to humble him.

“Last time I checked, there was no side piece. And if there were to be a side piece — which will never happen by the way! — my wife would pick someone better looking than you. As you can see she has great taste, since she married me and only me. But you should know that by now, hm? Our wedding was even on the news!” showing the ring on his finger, wiggling it even to show emphasis, his tone and his (threatening) smile was friendly, but you all know that it was anything but that.

Oikawa Tooru is an intimidating opponent, both in and out of the court.

#03 — NEVER IN HIS 25 YEARS OF LIVING HAS IWAIZUMI HAJIME met a more annoying and repulsive person such as the man in front of him that cockily and casually called himself as your “work husband”.

You felt his beefy arms tighten around your waist, he leans in to you closely, his hot breath heating up your ears as he asked you with low voice, however still (purposely) loud enough for the guy in front of you two to hear. “Baby, do you even know him?”

You nodded, “He’s just some guy in the finance department who’s really weird, Hajime. I don’t even remember his name. Sato? Aoki?”

The man before you deflated, his cocky stance nowhere to be seen as he scoffs defensively, “It’s Nakamura —”

“— Yeah, sure, well my wife and I have somewhere else to be now. So goodbye Ishikawa-san.” He purposely used a different name — politely even, to mock him and push his buttons.

“It’s Nakamu —”

“Bye Sato-kun!” You played along with your husband’s petty antics, waving him off before locking your arms around Hajime’s before snuggling close to him as you two walked away. The both of you bursting out laughing once you guys think the guy was far away enough to not hear you two.

“Have you seen his face! He deserved that humbling experience!” You snorted, Hajime rolling his eyes as he remembers the guy.

“Okay but who even is he really? Is he always so flirtatious with you? What even is a work husband? Last time I checked, I’m the one who gave you that new last name of yours.” He grumbled, irritated at the thought of that bastard flirting with you at work when your husband wasn’t there.

“Aw, babe, you know that you’re the only one for me.” you patted his cheeks affectionately, smiling at him while giggling.

He does. He knows it, a bit too well at times. So he sighs and he lets it go. Because he knows that at the end of the day, he’s the one you come home to, he’s the one you cling onto while watching your favorite shows, he’s the one that rests his free hand on your thighs whenever you two go for a drive.

And tonight, he’s the one that will lay you down on the bed and touch you, talk to you, and feel you in ways that only he can do.

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[blondiebarnes]

smutty prompt 10 with frankie santi reader?

10. 'Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.'

frankie morales x santiago garcia x reader

warnings: literally not even smutty. this is a disappointment of a smut blurb because i wrote 2k words of buildup! just some mild heavy making out

You're really not jealous.

No, you definitely aren't - the swelling mixture of volatile emotions in your stomach surely doesn't contain that seedling - if only because that would be ridiculous.

You're not ridiculous, and you're not jealous -

You just don't like what you're seeing, one of Molly's friends tipsy and giggling and staring up at Santi like he's a piece of meat, fuck-me eyes on full display. Santi isn't giving her much to work with, and that fans the flames burning beneath your skin - he sips at his beer and leans away from her, boisterous conversation with Will and Tom and a few of their other friends overpowering anything else at the fight.

In your head, you know Santi would never give anyone except you and Frankie a second glance - he's told you more times than you could possibly count how you two are it for him, the light at the end of the tunnel of failed relationships - and that makes watching this easier to bear. You know the girl's attempts are useless, fawning over your boyfriend like she stands a chance, and you would almost feel bad for her. She seems nice, and surely has no inkling that Santi is spoken for by not one but two goddamn people - possibly the least single person on Earth, let alone in the circle of people she’s woven into.

There's the slide of an arm around your waist - you lean back in to the touch, knowing the calloused, gentle fingers to be Frankie's without even seeing him. He rests his beer on the bar beside you, and you don't turn to face him, even as he presses his chest to your back, kiss smacked to the side of your face.

"Watchin' our boy get loved on?" Frankie muses, and you can tell this isn't bothering him nearly as much as it's bothering you. He's probably more used to it, being with Santi longer than you've been with both of them, because you can't quite think of another reason he would be so nonchalant watching his lover get lusted over.

You nod, grabbing Frankie's beer and lifting it to your lips to take a sip. "Mhm."

"Don't let it bother you."

You huff, turning on your stool so you're facing Frankie, now. Your knees jut into his hips, bringing your hands up to grab at his forearms, just to feel the touch of him against you - if you can't have Santi at your mercy - if you have to suffer through watching another girl try to win his affections - then you'll use Frankie for all he has to give. His arm around your waist slides back around until he's simply resting his hand against your hip, smoothing his thumb against your skin through your jeans.

"It's not bothering me," you say, which is just a lie, plain and simple - Frankie exhales a chuckle, raising his eyebrows as if to tell you exactly how much he doesn't believe you. "It's just weird. It's weird to watch."

"He's not even looking at her."

"I know -" you pause, skin prickling slightly as you try to make some sense of the knot of emotions in your stomach - it feels like untangling a clump of necklaces, trying to pick each apart from each other - nearly impossible. "How aren't you annoyed? I want to go make out with him in front of her just so she knows."

"I'm annoyed," he tells you, lifting his shoulders up and down in a shrug. You furrow your eyebrows. "But it's okay, baby - he'll make it up to us."

The second part of his reassurance is spoken elusively, like it's some riddle you have to work out, and you squint at Frankie. You can't quite make sense of it, but he doesn't continue - just lifts his beer to his mouth and takes a slow sip. His eyes have drifted from where he was staring at you, now focused on a spot distinctly behind you, and you know what it is before you look back to check.

Your eyes meet Santi's, and a small smile blooms on the man's face. He lifts a finger to beckon the two of you over, and you want to hop up and run over without a second of hesitation, but before you do, Frankie holds up his pointer finger to your much-coveted boyfriend across the room.

Frankie leans in, then. His lips brush against your ear, sliding his hand up until it's resting over your waist, and when he speaks, you can smell the beer and spearmint on his breath and you want to kiss him silly - senseless - until you lose all meaning of time.

"Santi is really good with jealous sex."

Oh!

Oh.

You feel heat flush up your neck to your cheeks, leaning away from Frankie just as he shifts back, giving you a small smile as if he hadn't just set your goddamn skin aflame. It's easier, with Frankie's words, to decipher the tangled knot of emotions in your stomach - it's like untangling a clump of necklaces, pulling and prodding until one comes loose, and it's -

Lust? Arousal?

Fucking horniness?

It isn't jealousy as much as you'd thought. You whip your head around to look at Santi, whose gaze has left you and Frankie and is focused on Will as the blonde tells a story - the girl is still laser-focused on Santi, and then she reaches one manicured hand up to brush against his forearm, and he shifts it away.

You want to ruin him. Or maybe you want him to ruin you.

"We don't have to stay much longer, do we?" you hear yourself distantly asking Frankie, feeling a bit more distracted with the current emotional climate spiraling through your body.

"Benny's done - we can leave whenever you -"

You're already standing up and walking up before Frankie has finished his answer, and you can hear him bark out a laugh even as you stalk across the crowded room to where your friends and your boyfriend are sitting. When you're close enough, Santi turns his head to glance at you, and the goofy smile that plays on his lips when he sees you is sweet and soft, and in any other situation you would melt at it -

When you reach him, you press your lips to his, and it isn't sweet or soft by any stretch of the imagination - it's almost primal, certainly chalked up to you being a bit drunk by your friends, but you've barely had anything all night. No, you’re stone cold sober as you reach up to grab the sides of his face, feeling the surprise slide off of his features as he drops his hand to your waist, tugging your body closer into his.

You pull away after Tom barks out a laugh at your display, boisterous and crass, and, in your peripheral vision, you catch a glimpse of burning red cheeks before the girl beside Santi is sauntering away.

The boys and the rest of Santi’s friends ebb their attention away into a conversation, forming their own circle that excludes the pair of you, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. You can practically feel Frankie’s eyes burning into you and Santi from where you had just stood with him, and you love the attention - the show of it all.

“What’s gotten into you?” Santi asks, and his voice is raspy and kiss-drunk, hand trailing up and down your side.

“Frankie and I are ready to go,” you tell him, dropping your voice low and leaning your head closer to his. You drop your hands to touch at the side of his neck, and you can feel his veins pulsing beneath your touch in a way that invigorates you so heavily you could pass out. Santi raises his eyebrows, a smirk tugging up the corners of his lips, and you resist the urge to reach in and kiss it off. “Better say goodbye to your little friend over there.”

Pointedly, you jut your chin over to where Molly’s friend has worked her way into a new circle of people - Santi follows your gaze and exhales a soft chuckle.

“You two are insane,” he says, and you want to respond verbally but you can’t manage - just tilt your head back up towards his, pressing your lips against his, squeezing your hands against the side of his neck. He chokes a gasp into your mouth, hand gripping your waist tight as he pulls your body somehow closer into his, as if you aren’t pressed tight enough to him as it is - you feel practically molded into his frame, as close to him as you could possibly get, and it isn’t enough.

Santi’s hand has just slid down your lower back, palm pressed against the swell of your ass through your pants, before you very pointedly feel a third presence beside you. Reluctantly, you pull away from Santi, and the kiss-swollen sight of his lips almost has you leaning back in again -

You glance up at Frankie, staring at you two with a slightly amused glint in his eyes. He has one hand on the back of Santi’s head, sure fingers working through the dark curls, and Santi looks like he’s about to pass out at the attention you two are giving him - in public, no less - but there’s the juxtaposition of how he looks like he’ll just about die if either of you remove your touch from him.

You like it. You like seeing him like this - looking almost wrecked when you’ve done nothing but kiss.

Frankie’s holding the keys to the truck in his other hand, and you smile.

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you,” Frankie tells you, the bastard. “Figured I should tear you two apart before you start fucking right here.”

“I’d do it,” you say, voice sounding throatier and more truthful than you intended. “Have her watch -”

“Alright, babe, enough -”

“You would, too -”

“Can we just go?” Santi interrupts your faux-bickering with Frankie, voice sounding strained, and you’re sure if you dropped your eyes to his pants you would see the beginnings of a boner straining against his jeans - but you’re also sure that, if you look at that, you’ll have to drag them both into the bathroom to alleviate you, and you’d rather make it home first. “You two can have your way with me at home.”

You give Frankie a maddening smile, sweet as molasses, and your boyfriend returns it with a roll of his eyes. “Sounds like a plan, darling.”

[queen-susans-revenge]

I enjoy Celebitchy a lot for their reliably pro-Meghan take on royal goss, but I think their obsession with whether Catherine "copies" Meghan's fashion is silly. Catherine fans think it's the other way around and I also find this silly. So they both wore a blue top and black pants one time, so what??? They both do a lot of nods to Diana in their clothing and that's a source of some of the similar takes.

I think it's undeniably true that Meghan is more fashion-forward than Catherine; her style is more modern and striking, which is why everything she wears sells out immediately while Catherine's prim, retro ensembles have much less market impact. And seeing Meghan's fashion successes may well have nudged Catherine towards slightly more modern pieces. But again, so what?

I think expecting Catherine to never wear beige because fawn-brown ensembles are "Meghan's thing" is unrealistic. Anyone can wear any damn color. Meghan doesn't have a lock on beige any more than Catherine has a lock on her favorite color, blue. They both are looking for clothes that will be appropriate for their roles and appearances, and there's a fair amount of overlap in that. Today Celebitchy is insisting that Catherine's blue blazer is some kind of creepy stalker "cosplay" of a top Meghan wore once, when in fact it's a completely different cut and style—Meghan's wasn't even a jacket! These are seriously completely different!

Just because one princess wears a blue top and a pendant necklace one time doesn't make it "copying" when the other one does it too.

Like, Meghan did wear it better, of course she did. But Catherine's outfit here is not a crime of any sort and I wish Celebitchy would get over this obsession with Catherine's supposed fashion plagiarism, it makes them look almost as unhinged as the nutters who complain about Meghan's fingernail polish color or whatever.

[fawnandshadows]

After the Ceremony - Chapter 2

Hey guys! I was completely overwhelmed by the response I received on the first chapter of After the Ceremony, and I am so excited to share this with you guys. You can also find it on AO3. This chapter is slightly nsfw.

Summary: Elain and Azriel after Nesta and Cassian's Mating Ceremony.

Words: 2,554

Rating: M

Glorious. Splendid. Sublime.

There wasn’t a single word that could describe what it felt like to be kissed by Azriel. His rough hands, one on her heart and the other of her cheek, and soft lips put her on sensory overload. All she could feel was him. All she could think about was him.

Elain couldn’t stop herself as her tongue ran over the seam of his lips, tentatively asking a question, and she almost groaned in relief at his answer. His tongue slid against her in a sinfully good way, and she couldn’t help but notice that he tasted of champagne and vanilla.

With a giggle Elain pulled away. Her forehead was pressed against his, and she delighted in the way his warm breath drifted across her face. She took another moment to collect herself before asking, “What were you doing out of bed?”

Azriel raised an eyebrow and said, “You stopped kissing me to ask me that?”

“I think you were out of bed to eat the leftover cake before anyone else could,” Elain teased, and she got all the confirmation she needed from the blush that bloomed on his cheeks. “So, the shadowsinger has a sweet tooth? I could taste it on you,” Elain whispered that last part, and it seemed her tongue, working on its own accord, traced the length of his bottom lip. “Delicious.”

The shadowsinger groaned as the contact, and before he could think, his hands ran over her backside, lifted her up, and set her on the closest table.

“There is something else I’ve been dying to taste.” Azriel said in a haggard whisper as his hands started tracing up the length of her thigh. He put his head in the crook of her neck, his tongue darted out to the hollow of her collar bone, and the saltiness that coated his tongue caused his pants to tighten even more. He thanked the Mother for loose pajamas. Elain became pliant in his arms, and his hands found themselves tangled in her hair. He pulled her hair, a little harder than he meant to, just to move her hair back, but the sound that escaped her mouth was enough to stop him. It was a sound that could only be described as pleasure. Unadulterated pleasure.

A thrill shot down Azriel’s spine. He never thought he’d be able to discover Elain’s secret pleasures. His pulse jumped at the knowledge that he, Azriel, was the one to find out what brought Elain bliss.

Azriel cleared his head just enough to ask, “Are you sure? Once we do this there is no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back.” Elain responded in a voice so vulnerable it almost shattered his heart. He looked into her eyes, expected to see them hazed with lust, but they were startlingly clear. Those warm brown eyes held something delicate, something that Azriel never expected to see in eyes turned his way, something that looked remarkably similar to love.

Before she could change her mind, because there was a small piece of him that worried she would, his lips captured hers again. Az didn’t bother to hide the urgency in his kiss, he knew she deserved romance; he knew she deserved better than the gnashing of teeth in the dead of night while her mate slept somewhere in the house, but this was all he could give her right now. Maybe the next time he could be slow and delicate, but his blood was burning too hot and his heart was pounding too loudly to stop now.

He pulled away from her, his scarred hand pushed her down on the table, which his shadows cleared at some point, and sank to his knees in front of her.

The smell of her arousal was closer than ever before, and strong enough to cause his eyes to roll back into his head. He gripped her nightgown and pushed it up with so much force that if he hadn’t been so drunk off her arousal, then he would have heard the sound of cotton tearing. Azriel closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The scent of jasmine, honey, and sweat overwhelmed him. He pushed his head forward, unable to control himself, his tooth caught on her -

His shadows swarmed him. They pulled him away, and were buzzing in his ear at an alarming rate. Her scream of pleasure, or maybe it was frustration, was muffled by a shadow gently pressing against her mouth - an image that Azriel tucked away in his mind. After a moment to catch his breath Azriel could finally make out what the shadows were saying.

The High Lady is awake.

Distantly, Azriel heard footsteps coming down the staircase, growing closer. Elain looked up at him, her brown eyes warm and slightly confused, so Azriel did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed her around the waist, noting how perfectly the curve of her hips fit into his hands, pulled her to him and walked through the shadows. The shadowsinger bit his lip to stop the groan that threatened to spill out of him as Elain wrapped her legs around his hips, wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, and clung to him like the scrap of her nightgown was clinging to her.

Azriel picked the only place he could think of to shadow walk to - his bedroom. He gently placed Elain down on the bed and took a step back.

Elain was sitting on his bed, in a ripped nightgown, while his shadows glided over her skin as if they wanted to caress her just as badly as he did. The small fire was burning just enough that he could make out the delicate features that graced her face - Azriel was going to have to thank whichever twin wraith had the forethought to light a fire for him in the middle of August.

“What happened? Did we shadow walk again?” Elain rasped, her breathing uneven and shallow, and Azriel used all of his willpower not to stare at her chest which was heaving up and down. The fire light was just strong enough to make out the sheen of sweat that coated her body. Apparently, being spymaster for hundreds of years didn’t grant him enough willpower not to stare at her chest. At the nod of his head Elain said, “It was nicer this time. Less stabbing.”

Azriel felt his lips twitch at her attempt to lighten the mood. He knew she was referring to the war against Hybern where she walked through his shadows to change the tide of the war.

“My shadows warned me that someone was coming. Otherwise I wouldn’t have stopped.” Azriel said in a voice that was steadier than he felt.

“Oh, good,” Elain breathed and Azriel felt his heart stop in his chest. “This gives us time to talk.”

Elain looked delectable sitting on his bed. Her rumpled appearance was so at odds with how she normally looked, and Azriel was loving every second of it.

“Talk?” Azriel repeated, hopefully his voice was as unreadable as he wanted it to be. He still had the taste of her on his tongue, on his lips, and she wanted to talk? Fear started gnawing at his insides.

“Yes, talk about whatever this forbidden nonsense is and why you’ve been staying away from me. And why someone else was wearing my necklace… I guess I shouldn’t really call it my necklace anymore,” Elain said with downcast eyes that were focused on her hands, which were clasped on her lap. “I’m afraid I’m more than a little confused. And I would like no misunderstandings before we…” Her voice trailed off. She caught her bottom lips between her teeth and Azriel wanted to run his thumb across it, and cast all worries from her mind.

Azriel looked down at her, at the little fawn that somehow found herself in death’s bed, and cupped her face. He did exactly what he wanted to for once in his life, and ran his thumb across her soft lip which was red and plump from their kissing. Satisfaction started to grow in his chest as the knowledge that he was the one responsible for her disheveled appearance; her swollen lips, mused hair, and torn nightgown. The wings jerked, but Az managed to suppress the urge to preen and peacock.

The brown eyes that looked up at him were conflicted. He wanted to remove the hesitation that churned in her eyes and replace it with trust, and maybe something else. The openness on her face, her emotions which she was learning to control so well were on full display, caused his heart to flutter.

“What do you want to know first?” He asked.

Azriel dropped his hands and crossed them over his chest, and then dropped them again. What the hell was a man supposed to do with his hands? All his hands wanted to do were touch every inch of her skin, tangle in her hair, and explore her body. He fought the urge to hide them behind his back - Elain had never once looked at them in disgust, and he wasn’t going to do her the discourtesy of acting like she had. Even Rysand or Cassian would stare at his hands sometimes, but never Elain. She simply accepted him.

“The necklace?” Elain asked quietly.

“I picked it out for you, as you know,” Azriel responded and continued at the nod of her head. “After I had a conversation with Rhysand I found myself at the library for some reason, and while I was there I saw Gwyn training. We talked briefly, and when I ran into Clotho I asked her to give the necklace to Gwyn. I don’t know why I did it, but I did. I realize that’s not the most… satisfying answer.”

A frown appeared between her delicate eyebrows and Azriel wanted to kiss it away.

“Do you ever wear the earplugs I gave you?”

The shadowsinger blinked at the question before responding, “Yes, sometimes when Nesta and Cassian are louder than normal. They like to travel around and I never know when I’m going to hear them, so I have your gift on me at all times.”

“Good,” Elain said with a nod. She looked a little more certain of herself. “I think you should wear them when you sleep, just so you don’t accidentally hear something you don’t want to.”

“I will.” Azriel said with a soft smile on his lips. There wasn’t much he could do for her, but he could grant that one request, no matter how small it might be.

“Why did you not kiss me? That night of the solstice I thought you wanted to kiss me. Was I wrong?” Elain nervously gnawed at her lip, but her voice was steadier than it was before.

“I wanted to kiss you,” Azriel said after taking a deep breath. His eyes watched how her face moved, the subtle changes that occurred - how her teeth released her lip, how her brow relaxed just a bit, and how her eyes warmed as they drifted to meet his. “I would have kissed you. I would have done more than kiss you, but Rhysand interrupted. He saw us, and he didn’t like it, especially with Lucien in the house. With the tentative peace in Prythian and then the potential with whatever the hell might happen with Koschei, Rhys doesn’t want to leave Prythian vulnerable.”

“And he thinks that we - you and I- would make Prythian vulnerable?” Elain asked.

Az could see the thought toiling inside of her head, and he would have given anything to be able to read her mind right now. A small, hesitant smile appeared on her lips. “I had no idea we were so important. While, obviously I know you’re important, but I didn’t realize the future of Prythian rested on whom I… had feelings for.”

The blush that bloomed against her cheeks was precious. A tug pulled at his heart when he saw it, and Az wanted to brush his lips against her cheeks so he could feel how warm she was.

“Lucien as your mate,” The words felt sour in his mouth and curdled his stomach. The thought of someone else having any type of claim on her set Azriel on edge in a way that he really didn’t want to analyze. “Would be able to claim the Blood Duel. An Autumn Court tradition that usually ends in death, however, it would not have ended in mine. I wouldn’t let it.” Azriel waited for a moment before he continued, his voice dropping, “I would kill for you.”

His hands tighten into fists. Az hated what he would do for her because he would do anything for her, and it almost frightened him.

A small hand reached out and wrapped around his fist.

Azriel looked down and saw Elains flawless hand on his scarred one. His heart beat a little too frantically for someone who was more than willing to kill for the female in front of him. Az had been in countless battles, had tortured more people than he could remember, and yet this small gesture threatened to undo him.

“You don’t scare me,” Elain said with a gentle smile. She had moved so that she was kneeling on the bed, her head just barely reaching his shoulders.“I would do anything for you too. I already killed once, for Nesta and Feyre, and I would do it for you if I had to. However, I think we could figure out a way for us to be together that doesn’t result in Lucien's death, or anyone’s death for that matter. That is - if you want to be together.”

His rough hand reached up and brushed away the golden hair that had fallen in her face. There was something buried so deeply in him, something so ingrained and entrenched, that he couldn’t believe the words coming out of Elains mouth.

“Are you sure?” Az whispered.

All the shadowsinger saw was an excited nod before Elain launched herself at him. Her lips missed their mark and landed sloppily on his cheeks. Azriel had just enough sense to catch her, but as soon as she was in his arms she was gone.

Elain backed away slowly, her arm outstretched as if to keep him away. A smile of pure joy graced her lips, her tongue wet her lips before saying, “Not yet. If I stay then I know we’ll do what we both want to do. I want to be free when we are together for the first time; I don’t want anyone else’s claim on me, and I want to make sure that there isn’t a single doubt in that beautiful head of yours about who holds my heart. I don’t know when it will happen, or how, but I know it will be perfect because it will be us.”

She had backed her way to the door and slipped out after saying a quick goodbye.

Azriel wasn’t sure how long he stayed there staring at the door with a goofy grin on his face, but at some point he managed to crawl into bed and drift off to sleep with her scent surrounding him.

[youraveragenicaddict]

DAY 7🎄

SUMMARY - You get invited to a Christmas masquerade. What happens when you catch the young lord’s eye?

GENRE - fluff

WARNINGS - mentions of blood, assault, one swearword.

A/N - Oml, this is the longest piece that I have ever written. Enjoy. 

P.S. I’m super proud of how it turned out :))

Y/N - your name

Y/L -your last name

F/C - favorite color

H/C -  hair color

It was a snowy evening, and you were sat in your carriage - all dolled up and ready to attend a ball. As soon as your lovely parents heard that there was going to be a ball in Basilwether Hall, they jumped at the chance to show off their breathtaking daughter, even tho you would have to wear a mask the entire time.

You were an antisocial person by nature - you preferred to stay out of sight or take off to a field with a book in hand. Your favorite place in the whole mansion? The library. It was quiet and always peaceful, and it let you experience every story you read in silence.

But when you were required to, you were quite good at making small talk and even wooing a few gentlemen, but nothing ever went further than a little bit of flirting.

At this moment, you were wearing an F/C dress, a bit too revealing for your liking, but it would suffice for this night. While in the carriage, you wondered what the ball would be like - would the music be slow and calm or energetic and lively, would there be food or only drinks? 

These were the thoughts that kept your mind busy while your parents held a discussion of their own. From a young age, you were taught that eavesdropping was rude, so you decided to let your mind wander even further.

''We're here!’’ Yelled your dad, opening the vehicle door for himself and then helping your mother out. Still, deep in thought, you silently followed after your guardians to your destination.

''Darling, your mask,'' said your mother, fixing your matching F/C mask, which had started to fall off slowly. Your father ushered you inside, letting you know that they had business of their own.

When you entered the big hall, the first thing you noticed was the grand Chandelier, it held at least a hundred candles, which were all lit, and was decorated with the silver drops of the Moon.

The music was slow but energetic, nothing like you had imagined, and there were even a few servants carrying around both refreshments and bites.

But what caught your attention was a boy. No, not just any boy. He was standing in a corner, uninterested in any girl that came to talk to him. Instead, he was reading a book. 

You walked down the grand stairs, till you were met with a cling that your delightful shoes made when they touched the cold tiles of the ballroom. 

No-one you would know was there, and what made it even more difficult to see if you knew anyone were the various masks - small, big, bird-like, animal-like, even fish-like. You silently chuckled to yourself and headed to find a quiet library or where the refreshments were - you weren't quite sure which one you wanted more. This was a ball after all. 

Remembering the last argument you had with your mother and father about leaving a social event, you decided to stay in the corner and observe the guests. What you saw nearly instantly was a group of girls who were fawning over some boy, that didn't even seem interested in any of them.

Alternatively, he was heading your way.

Oh no

You thought. Talking to a cocky boy was definitely on the bottom of your list of the things you wanted to do that night. How did you know it would go horribly? You knew what type of boy he was - the opposite of a gentleman, egoistic, only interested in looks and stupid.

While making his way through the large room, he managed to trip, but somehow, he made it look like an accident, at least to the girls that he winked at. 

Yep, definitely dumb.

You thought, rolling your eyes. He ran the rest of the way and then put his hand on the wall, next to your head. He was too close for your fondness, so you scooted away, and he followed.

''Hello, angel,'' he started, already making you gag on the inside, ''Why aren't you dancing, is this not a lovely ball?'' ''No, the ball is indeed lovely, but the people aren't,'' you said, letting him know that the last part was about him.

But instead of going away, he leaned even closer. At any given moment, would he choose to kiss you or grab you, you were readying your dagger. Yes, it was considered odd for a lady to own a dagger, but your mother insisted on it.

The boy in front of you had no thought of leaving you alone, rather he kept moving even closer to you. You took a look around the room, someone would surely have found this strange, wouldn't they? 

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Before you had walked in, Tewkesbury had been enjoying a book, instead of socializing with someone. He hated small talk, he thought it was meaningless. But then, you walked in, and suddenly, he didn't hate the idea of talking. 

You looked stunning in your F/C dress, like a flower - unique yet delicate. Your H/C hair was tied in a neat bun, making the necklace you wore more noticeable. From the moment Tewkesbury saw you, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, only when you looked his way.

So he continued to observe, not moving from his spot in the corner of his own ballroom. Only when you started backing away, he started growing worried. What was going on?

While Tewkesbury proceeded to examine the situation, trying to decide if he should intervene, the arrogant guy was getting closer and closer to your face. 

''Come on, doll. Let's abandon this boring party,'' he said, and grabbed your upper arm, trying to drag you away from prying eyes. ''No, thank you. I'm good,'' you said while trying to get his hand off your arm. That only seemed to make him angrier because he started pulling stronger, making you groan in pain. 

That's when Tewkesbury decided that enough was enough. He put his book about herbs down on a nearby table and started walking over to you to help.

You were seconds away from pulling out your weapon and slicing his hand. It was only self-defense, at least that's what mother had told you.

''Hey,'' said a voice you didn't recognize at all, ''why don't you let her go? You're clearly hurting her.'' When you turned your head to look at the source of the noise, you were met with the most beautiful pair of eyes that you had ever seen in your life. They were a stunning hazel with a slight tint of dark brown.

''No, she's coming with me,'' the guy stubbornly said and pulled you harshly into him, making you gasp and grow cross, but he proceeded to speak mockingly, ''Besides, what are you going to do about it? Throw a book at me?''

That comment seemed to anger not only you but Tewkesbury too. He sucked in a breath, trying to calm his rage, and calmly responded: ''No, I'm not. Instead, I'm going to call the guards that you can see in that corner over there, and have them throw you out.''

At that moment, the arrogant guy knew he wasn't speaking to a regular boy, but the lord of Basilwether Hall and the host of this dance. (At that moment he knew, he'd fucked up🤣 )

You, growing impatient, took out your dagger, finally sliced his hand, making a little bit of blood pool out, kicked him in the knee, and stamped out of the room, into the garden to calm down and get some fresh air.

To say that Tewkesbury was smitten by you, was an understatement. Ignoring the cries of the guy, who was clutching his hand and knee, he ran after you. 

It took him only a few moments to find you. You were sat on a bench, looking up at the Moon. Not sure of what to say, he walked towards you until he was standing next to the cool stone bench. 

''The stars are looking particularly beautiful tonight, don't you think so?'' you said dreamily, without looking at him. Tewkesbury sat down and looked up at the night sky. ''I suppose so,'' he said, still unsure what to say. ''I'm fine if that's what you wanted to know. This isn't the first time that something like that has happened,'' you answered, almost reading his mind.

 ''Oh? I'm sorry, I,'' Tewkesbury was trying to form coherent sentences and words in his head to reply to the ones you had spoken. ''Don't worry. I can handle myself. You saw, didn't you?'' you said, worried that if you'll look, you won't be able to take your eyes off of him. 

You and Tewkesbury sat there. Outside in the snowy garden, looking up at constellations until he blurted out something he had intended to keep to himself. ''They're really breathtaking and fair,'' he whispered, not thinking about what he was going to say next, ''just like you are.'' 

Oh, that was the last thing you thought he'd say. You sharply turned your head in his direction, only to see him hide his face behind his hands in embarrassment.

Not listening to your mind, you turned your body, so you were fully facing him and slowly pulled his hands away from his face. In confusion, the brown-haired boy looked at you, only to find you smiling gently. Just your smile made him feel warm inside, and butterflies take flight in his stomach. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but instead, you heard your parents call for you:'' Y/N, darling, we're going home! Where are you? A Y/L never stays too long.'' Tewkesbury looked at you in a slight panic. Clearly, he was not ready for this night to end, and truthfully, neither were you. But you had no choice, so you got up and started walking their way, but stopped in your tracks when you heard him call out to you. ''Wait, please,'' he cried out desperately, ''Will I ever see you again?''

You didn't know how to answer that question, so you ran back to him and kissed him on the cheek, making his cheeks turn scarlet. He was frozen, there, at the moment, that he didn't even notice you run to your parents.

Tewkesbury slowly brought up his hand to the place where you had kissed him. He blushed, again, at the thought. He felt the envelope that you had managed to slip into his hand. 

Upon taking a closer look at it, he noticed that it displayed his mother's name and his address, and the name ''Oswald Y/L'' and what he thought was your address.

''Wow,'' Tewkesbury whispered to no one in particular, repeating that night's events in his head.

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We*bo Night Style Review

The following is my insight and perception as a professional stylist and is subjective to my position and role. 

Long post is long. 

Starting from the first I saw, I will address Yibo's blue Chanel number. This look pulls directly from Chanel's Spring 2021 Ready-to-Wear line. It is paired with Jimmy Choo Mocca loafers and a beret which has a badge on it bearing "my own private planet" on it. This is a cute accessory for the The Little Prince homage alone. I won’t go into how fitting it is for Yibo to pull from this beloved book as it would make this post needlessly gushy and too long, just know that I have had loud feelings about it all day. 

Honestly, I was underwhelmed upon first impression when I saw this fit. Setting aside my own personal dislike of Chanel, the overall feel of this look didn't catch nor meet what I would have expected to see. It held a cute air of youth to it and played upon the boyish charm Yibo simply cannot be rid of thanks to his facial structure and features. It is jarring for me to write about Chanel in conjunction to "youthful, boyish charms" as Chanel caters near exclusively to women with deep pockets that enjoy looking as if they corner the ideal of being a Stepford Wife, no matter the age. 

However, Yibo has always successfully turned Chanel's overt "Emily Gilmore" aesthetic on its head and has singlehandedly returned Chanel to being in the ranks of fashion which are aimed at younger to middle range adults. Tonight is no exception to this as he did look wonderful. The accessories and the shirt are all also Chanel and initially debuted in as an ensemble when this Spring 2021 Ready-to-Wear line was trotted out at the end of last year. In my opinion as a professional and critical eye, Yibo wore this look better than the original model. The way his hair stylist did his hair with micro extensions and false locks to give him that additional length and furthering the ideal of youthful leisure really made this style snap off. 

Some notes on the pieces in play: 

This is not the first time Yibo has worn this specific collection of Chanel’s. His styles from Tencent Star Awards were also from this range. 

This collection was inspired by actresses of the vintage screen. Virginie Viard has commented that she wanted to capture the duality of modern actress lifestyles - high production value and quality of the red carpet service styles, to the staged nuance of being off screen and therefore off duty while waiting in line for coffee - framed by classic lines of the bygone Hollywood era. Yibo specifically seems drawn to the separates-based mix of the set, which were all styled from the draw of the 1980s - hence the shoulder pads and candy colors of pink and now blue. I feel it is worth mentioning that when this line debuted the runway many comments flew about how the collection felt very reminiscent of looking at Regina George inspired couture. Mean Girls, but make it Wang Yibo. 

The mini purse around his waist is actually a necklace, not a belt. 

He is wearing the Coco Crush ring. This item is peak comfort item material as he seems incredibly keen on wearing it whenever possible and is unabashed to have it called to attention. There is a story behind this ring, of this my professional chimes are ringing loudly in certainty. 

My impression of this style changed drastically the more I looked at it and marveled at the almost pale vulnerability the look managed to pluck upon. The color is flattering despite it being candy-bright and almost too pigmented to think of as a functional red carpet choice. Also, I strongly suspect the play here was to highlight the duality of Yibo himself since the style he served up immediately after this completely overwhelms the fawning spring of this style. 

Wang Yibo 2.0

This second look features Fendi, Patek Philippe, and Louboutin. The blazer is a Fendi black wool piece and the shirt, also Fendi, is from their lovely Spring/Summer 2021 collection. The watch is Patek Philippe and further showcases Yibo’s taste for expensive and bold watches and it’s actually incredibly admirable for him to use watches as an accessory which seals the deal on an ensemble. There aren’t many that can pull this off due to how often watches remain hidden by the cuffs and sleeves of jackets and shirts and therefore go unnoticed or are seen as bulky obstructions and are being slowly and steadily phased out from being considered staples of style. Of course the shoes are Louboutin, which is just a nice choice no matter what. Solid footwear; sleek and stylish no matter what. 

If I was initially underwhelmed by the previous fashion choice then this look did more than simply overwhelm me; it devastated me and left me gaping. The! Hair! The black on black silhouette! The way he flawlessly transitioned from being youthfully boyish and bursting with charm to a domineering presence of matured angles and sharp zeal!! Wang Yibo with an undercut and draped in matte black Fendi is enough to score through my bingo card of styles I was unprepared for and yet thankfully blessed by. 

Some notes on the pieces in play:

While the Fendi blazer isn’t altogether spectacular and one of their more run of the mill items, the shirt beneath and the collection it was pulled from are interesting. The Spring/Summer 2021 Fendi line caters to the celebration of love and the surreal intensity of what a domestic experience quarantine and lockdown was like. The menswear was notably designed as “boardroom to boudoir” meaning that the concept was embellished loose linens which could be tucked into a business or formal setting only to later be tugged free and worn sweetly casual, bordering intimate. 

This is the shirt in it’s full glory. It isn’t something you would expect to be expertly tucked into the slim lines of Yibo’s stature and one can imagine how it must appear when it left to fall loose around his lean frame. It is a bed shirt in essence and was utilized in such a way that it looks like an entirely new garment on him.  

And now we move along to Xiao Zhan and his timeless and classic style.

A man of brand/designer solidarity, he is decked from head to toe in Gucci. I won a bet on this as I wagered he would absolutely be in his chosen favorite. The brooch is another staple in his fashion repertoire and is a Tiffany & Co. item. 

He appears very timeless in these classic and clean lines. This is a straight fit wool suit which Gucci favors in tailoring to accentuate slim and tall builds and as such drapes over Zhan’s body as if it were an extension of his body itself. The fit is that perfect. He strikes me as looking very refined and noble in this suit; mature and aloof. 

Some notes on the pieces in play:

Gucci has a reputation for constantly improving the way they tailor suits and as such this “relaxed straight fit” is exclusive to their label. Any other fashion house has slim fits, which are the original frame for this style, but entirely different in how Gucci has renovated the way it all fits and hangs. They alter jackets to be comfortably loose along the back of the neck while remaining pleasantly tucked to accentuate the lines of the shoulders, arms, and chest. The pants are brought in at the waist to make slim appear sleek, and the fall straight through the legs to provide the air of being relaxed. 

The brooch he is wearing, “Four Leaves” by Jean Schlumberger via Tiffany & Co, is an antique item as Schlumberger was alive from 1907 to 1987. Schlumberger is only one of four designers ever given allowance to sign their work to Tiffany & Co. He created the collection the “Four Leaves” brooch hails from at behest of a friend and fellow admirer of nature’s glory, Rachel “Bunny” Mellon. The irony of Xiao Zhan, resident rabbit,  wearing a piece created on the request of someone called Bunny is not lost to me and hopefully not any of you now that I’ve made mention of it. 

The gemstone in the brooch is blue-green tourmaline. Tourmaline has many different correspondences depending on the color at hand. Blue-green rouses luck and success and is often used to manifest goals, notably of a creative nature. It is also a crystal of peace and encourages the release of past hurts by bringing them to the surface to be healed via honest and heartfelt communication. Tourmaline can evolve as it is worn and will adhere to the wearer’s conviction, rousing the idea of living a life of integrity and accountability; inviting the wearer to accept any perceived flaws and weaknesses with easy tolerance. I am making this mention because every bit of this seems so incredibly in line with where Xiao Zhan is in life and in his career, especially in light of what he so graciously said on we*bo yesterday as we made it to a year since hell came for him. I am always very moved by this man. 

Here is the brooch just so you can have a proper look:

And that’s a wrap on We*bo Night’s lookbook! 

This is a bit of a messy post and I do apologize for that, but nevertheless I hope it was enjoyable and gave you some new insights on the way fashion fits together at every turn. 

[thebadgerclan]

SFW Alphabet: Lucius Malfoy

Requested by Anonymous

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Lucius is a very affectionate man, always wanting you to know just how loved and adored you are.  He’s almost always holding your hand or has an arm around your shoulders, or both. When you’re alone at home, Lucius will hold you in his lap, pressing kisses all over your face.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Lucius has very few people who he considers friends, Severus being among them.  But having him as a friend, you’re never alone on anything.  Lucius will stand by your side through anything, acting as a confidant and a shoulder to lean on whenever you need it.  If you need some sway with the Ministry, he’s more than willing to help you there too.

  C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Lucius adores cuddling: having you in his arms, holding you close, it’s one of his favorite things.  When the two of you are alone, he likes to have you in his lap as the two of you read or just spend time together.  Lucius is always the big spoon, with you either facing him or with your back to his chest.  He also likes it when he’s on his back and you’re tucked into his side or lying on top of him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Lucius does want to settle down with you, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. You already own his heart, he knows that there’s no other woman for him, so he sees no reason not to settle down with you.   He’s already got the massive manor, but if you want to move somewhere smaller, he’s already signing the deed.  Lucius is shit at cleaning, he’s had house elves for his entire life, but he can cook pretty well.  He doesn’t do so very often, but sometimes, when he wants to surprise you, he’ll shoo the elves from the kitchen and cook you a romantic dinner (he has to call them back because he has no clue where stuff is, but he does cook the meal)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) It would break his heart into a million pieces to end things with you, but if he had to, Lucius would put on the icy, cold, unapproachable exterior he shows to everyone but you.  “This can’t go on, Y/N,” he says, feeling ill with himself.  “We’re done.  I’m sorry, it’s over.”

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Lucius most certainly wants to marry you, and now that Narcissa’s out of the picture, he can.  You’re together for about a year or so before he gets you a ring, and as soon as the little box is in his hand, he’s planning a super romantic evening for you.  After a 5 star meal, complete with champagne and dessert, he gets on one knee and asks you to marry him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He may seem like a cold, cruel man, but around you, he is the gentlest, kindest, warmest man you’ve ever met.  Lucius is such a gentle man around you, treating you like a fawn (and fawning [pun not intended] over you as one does a baby deer), always being tender and gentle.  Emotionally, he’s such a sweetie, never raising his voice at you.  I won’t say he never gets angry with you, because he’s human, but he tries not to.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Lucius likes hugs, though you’re usually the one to initiate them.  He prefers to be able to hold you for longer periods of time, and as hugs are usually short lived, they’re not his favorite.  Don’t get me wrong, he loves it when you hug him, he loves any form of physical intimacy with you, he just prefers cuddling.  That being said, his hugs are strong, he squeezes you tight against him, sometimes knocking the wind out of you.  He’ll rest his chin on your head, and kiss you sweetly when he pulls away.

  I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Lucius waits until he’s 100% certain of his feelings for you, more for your benefit than his.  He doesn’t want to rush into telling you he loves you if he thinks he might walk back on it (that’s very unlikely, but he wants to be sure).  After 5ish months, when you’re away for a week and Lucius feels physical pain in his chest for missing you, that’s when he knows he loves you.  The first words out of his mouth when you return are “I love you, Y/N.  I love you more than anything else in this world, and I will always love you.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Lucius is a VERY jealous man, you are his and his alone, no one else gets to have you.  If he sees someone looking at you a little too long, making eyes at you, hitting on you, or making you uncomfortable in any way, he’s at your side immediately.  Lucius will pull you into his side, arm tight around your shoulders or waist, grey eyes staring daggers at whoever dared to speak to you.  “Are you alright, my dear?”  As soon as you’re alone, Lucius will kiss you hard, usually pushing you against a wall, snarling “Mine.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Lucius is a very skilled kisser, he knows how to convey every single emotion just by pressing his lips to yours.  He’ll pull you fluff against him, arms around your middle; one hand cupping the back of your neck, the other either on your back or ass.  He likes to kiss your lips, obviously, but he also loves kissing your forehead, neck, hands, chest, and thighs.  He likes being kissed on the lips, again, obviously, on the cheeks, the chin (because that might be all you can reach), hands, shoulders, basically anywhere.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) I HC that Lucius played a massive role in raising Draco, so I think he’s pretty good with kids. Kids that aren’t his tend to get on his nerves a little, but his own kids, man, they’re the moon and the sun to him.  He adores his own children to no end, and if you want to have kids with him, Lucius is more than happy to be a father again.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Lucius gets up early most mornings, so he’s not always there when you get up.  But there’s always a cup of coffee/tea/whatever you like on the nightstand under a stasis charm, usually with a little love note under the cup.  On the days he can sleep in a bit, you wake with Lucius wrapped around you (he’s wrapped around you every morning, you’re just awake for it this time).  He’ll gently kiss you awake, smiling when you open your eyes.  “Good morning, my love.”

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Nights and evenings are quiet intimate affairs between the two of you.  Evenings usually entail a private, often romantic dinner before the two of you retire to the sitting room.  Lucius will usually hold you on his lap or have you tucked into his side.  You either read together, talk about your day, or watch a movie (Lucius has a home theatre type setup, fight me).  When it gets late, he’ll lead you up to the master bedroom where you usually share a bath or shower (which can lead to sex), before going to bed, you held close to Lucius’ chest.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Once Lucius is sure and comfortable in your relationship, he’ll start to reveal things about himself.  Not all at once, more like when you ask him questions, but he won’t hide things from you once he’s comfortable.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Lucius has a temper, but he keeps it in check with you.  You do make him angry sometimes, but it’s never long lasting, and it never gets physical.  He might brood in his study for a little bit, but after an hour or so he’ll come out and apologize for being a bear.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) At the beginning of your relationship, Lucius is so dedicated to remembering every little thing about you, he actually keeps a little journal.  It’s filled with random things that you’ve said on your early dates, things like “Favorite color: blue, Hogwarts house: Y/H, had three dogs as a child: Kelly, Mary, and Pepper.”  Obviously, he doesn’t need it after a while, but he still has the journal in his bedside table.  The last addition he made was: “Likes princess cut diamonds, jeweler on 5th has wide selection.”

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) Lucius’ favorite memory of you is the first time the two of you had dinner with Draco.  The only thing more important to him than you was Draco liking you.  After Lucius had escorted you back home, he returned to the Manor where Draco was waiting.  “So?” Lucius asked, pacing nervously.  Draco just smiled.  “I like her, Father.  She’s not Mother, but I like her.”  He was so happy to hear that his son liked you, he couldn’t sit still for hours.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) He’s very protective, Lucius wants and needs to know that you’re safe at all times.  He’ll never stop you from doing something or going somewhere, but if there’s potential for you to get hurt, he’s either going with you or putting measures in place to make sure you’re safe.  Lucius loves you more than anything or anyone, he can’t bear the thought of losing you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) This man has the resources to make you feel like royalty every single day, so you’d better believe that Lucius goes all out on dates and anniversaries.  Fancy restaurants, expensive wine and food, and anniversaries and gifts are on a whole nother level.  Trips to Paris, Athens, Madrid, anywhere you’ve ever dreamed of going, Lucius will take you there.  His gifts are usually very expensive, diamond earrings, necklaces, bracelets, designer clothes, but they can also be sentimental: a book you’ve had your eye on for a while, candy from Honeydukes he knows you like.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Lucius can be a bit narcissistic, very self centered.  He sometimes gets so wrapped up in his own head that he forgets that he has a girlfriend who wants and needs his attention.  He always feels so guilty afterwards, apologizing profusely to you.  He usually ends up surprising you with a fancy dinner or seducing you into be to show you how much he loves you

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Have you seen the man?  Lucius cares about his appearance, like, a lot.  At the beginning of your relationship, he refused to spend the night with you, solely because he didn’t want you to see him when he work up; with bedhead and morning breath

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Yes, you’ve stolen his heart, and Lucius cannot live without you.  When he was away for a week on Ministry business, he felt like a shell of himself, like part of him was missing.  You feel the same, hating when you’re away from him for too long.  The thought of leaving him forever makes you feel sick, but Lucius is quick to reassure you that he’s yours forever.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Lucius has a very in depth skincare routine, and if he misses or skips a night, he’s blotchy in the morning

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?   Lucius can’t be with someone who can’t be serious.  Of course, he loves it when his girl lets loose and laughs, but in more serious situations, he needs her to be serious.  He’s all for being laid back and just having fun, but he feels there’s a time and a place for that versus being serious and sophisticated.  

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Lucius puts lavender oil on his pillow to help him fall asleep.  He has a bit of insomnia, and it takes that or 4-5 rounds of sex to knock him out