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[plutonianeris]

Venus + the 7th house in a Man's Chart and his Type... 💘 

VENUS IN THE 1ST HOUSE OR ARIES/ ARIES 7TH HOUSE: Bold, magnetic, and captivating right from the moment she enters the room, his ideal woman has an undeniable charm that turns heads. She’s the type who can’t go unnoticed, with a striking presence and a radiant smile that draws people in. There’s a touch of elegance and sophistication in everything she does she’s effortlessly stylish, often wearing brand-name clothes that accentuate her hourglass shape and add to her allure. She has an air of poise and moves gracefully, with a softness in her gestures that feels inviting and warm. Her face is unforgettable, with features like dimples, a Cupid’s bow lip, and long, fluttering lashes that add to her appeal. She’s a woman who knows how to blend in with society’s expectations yet stands out, embodying the “girl next door” charm while being the face everyone recognizes.

VENUS IN THE 2ND HOUSE OR TAURUS/ TAURUS 7TH HOUSE: Her beauty is timeless, with soft, serene features that reflect her inner calm. She has a naturally radiant glow, perhaps with rosy cheeks and an inviting smile that feels warm and genuine. Her face is memorable, with gentle curves, a slight dimple when she smiles, and a subtle elegance that’s impossible to ignore. There’s something earthy about her; she seems effortlessly put-together, often wearing natural tones or jewelry that hints at her love for quality. She’s the woman who fits into any setting yet always stands out for her grounded beauty, like she’s part of the world around her in the most exquisite way.

VENUS IN THE 3RD HOUSE OR GEMINI OR GEMINI 7TH HOUSE: Her look is vibrant and expressive, with sparkling eyes and a smile that feels like an invitation to chat. She has an animated face, with features that come alive when she talks, and a unique, almost mischievous charm. There’s something playful about her maybe she’s got a "weird" haircut, a quirky sense of style, or a collection of accessories that reflect her adventurous mind. People are drawn to her laughter and the way she seems to carry lightness with her. She’s the kind of woman whose beauty isn’t just skin-deep; it’s in her gestures, her curiosity, and the way she engages with the world around her.

VENUS IN THE 4TH HOUSE OR CANCER OR CANCER 7TH HOUSE: Her beauty is soft and ethereal, like she stepped out of a dream. She has gentle, rounded features, with large, soulful eyes that seem to hold endless compassion. Her smile is warm and comforting, the kind that makes people feel instantly at ease. She often favors classic, understated styles, perhaps with a touch of vintage, She has an aura that feels like home like she’s someone who will listen, care, and hold space for those she loves. Her presence is unforgettable, with a quiet beauty that speaks of kindness and depth.

VENUS IN THE 5TH HOUSE OR LEO/ LEO 7TH HOUSE: Her look is striking and glamorous, the kind of beauty that turns heads without even trying. She has radiant features, maybe with high cheekbones, bright eyes, and a dazzling smile that commands attention. There’s a playfulness in her gaze, a confidence in the way she holds herself, like she was born to shine. Her style is bold, with colors, accessories, and a sense of drama that suits her vibrant personality. She’s unforgettable, embodying the “queen of the room” vibe with ease, and there’s a warmth about her that makes people naturally gravitate to her. She’s captivating, confident, and wears her beauty like a crown.

VENUS IN THE 6TH HOUSE OR VIRGO / VIRGO 7TH HOUSE: Her beauty is refined, with an understated elegance that grows on you over time. She has delicate, well-proportioned features, a gentle smile, and eyes that seem to notice everything. There’s a simplicity in her style she favors clean lines, earthy tones, and classic pieces that enhance her natural grace. Her skin glows with a healthy radiance, perhaps framed by well-kept hair and minimalistic jewelry that shows her attention to detail. She’s unforgettable in her quiet way, embodying a beauty that feels genuine and grounded. There’s an effortless purity to her that makes her stand out without seeking attention.

VENUS IN THE 7TH HOUSE OR LIBRA/ LIBRA 7TH HOUSE: She’s the epitome of grace and charm, with symmetrical features and a poised presence that’s almost mesmerizing. Her face is soft and harmonious, with Cupid’s bow lips, dimples, and a smile that lights up her entire face. Her style is classic yet fashionable, often adorned with delicate jewelry or fabrics that enhance her natural beauty. She’s the kind of woman who can effortlessly blend into any social setting, yet somehow always becomes the focal point, radiating warmth and kindness. There’s something about her that feels inviting and balanced, like she was meant to bring harmony to the world around her.

VENUS IN THE 8TH HOUSE OR SCORPIO/ SCORPIO 7TH HOUSE: Her beauty is magnetic, with intense, piercing eyes that seem to see right through you. She has high cheekbones, full lips, and an aura that’s mysterious and captivating. Her style is often dark or slightly edgy, reflecting her depth and passion. She’s the kind of woman who walks into a room, and everyone feels her presence before they even see her. There’s a quiet strength in her gaze, a sense of purpose in her movements, and a power that’s both alluring and intimidating. She’s unforgettable, with a beauty that’s raw, mysterious, and absolutely mesmerizing.

VENUS IN THE 9TH HOUSE OR SAGITTARIUS OR SAGITTARIUS 7TH HOUSE: Her look is adventurous and free-spirited, with bright eyes that sparkle with curiosity and a wide, inviting smile. She has a natural, sun-kissed beauty, as if she’s always just come back from some thrilling adventure. Her style is relaxed yet expressive, with bohemian touches, layered jewelry, and pieces she’s collected from her travels. There’s an openness in her demeanor, a warmth that makes everyone feel welcome. She’s unforgettable because of her zest for life, her infectious laughter, and the way she inspires others to dream big. She’s the perfect blend of exotic allure and down-to-earth charm.

VENUS IN THE 10TH HOUSE OR CAPRICORN/ CAPRICORN 7TH HOUSE: She’s polished, elegant, and commands respect with her classic beauty. Her features are refined and dignified high cheekbones, sharp eyes, and a smile that’s both warm and reserved. Her style is sophisticated, often favoring tailored cuts, structured fabrics, and timeless pieces that convey her ambition and self-assurance. She carries herself with a quiet confidence, making her unforgettable in a crowd. She’s the woman people look up to, the embodiment of grace under pressure, and her beauty reflects her inner strength and sense of purpose. She’s the epitome of class and sophistication, with a grounded allure that’s both rare and captivating.

VENUS IN THE 11TH HOUSE OR AQUARIUS/ AQUARIUS 7TH HOUSE: Her beauty is unconventional, with unique features that set her apart and make her unforgettable. She might have striking eyes, a quirky smile, or an effortless style that’s all her own. She has an eclectic fashion sense, often mixing patterns, colors, or vintage pieces in ways that highlight her individuality. Her energy is magnetic, her laugh infectious, and there’s a free-spirited vibe to her that’s almost enchanting. She’s the woman who isn’t afraid to stand out or break norms, and her beauty shines in her authenticity. People are drawn to her for her uniqueness and the refreshing freedom she brings into every space.

VENUS IN THE 12TH HOUSE OR PISCES/ PISCES 7TH HOUSE: She has an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty, with dreamy eyes and soft, delicate features that seem almost angelic. Her movements are gentle, her voice soft, and she often wears flowing fabrics in pastel hues that enhance her mystical vibe. There’s an innocence and depth in her gaze that makes her seem like she’s part of a fairytale. Her smile is shy but radiant, and she has an aura that feels compassionate and healing. She’s unforgettable for her softness, her kindness, and the sense of magic she brings. She’s the kind of woman who feels like a dream, blending seamlessly into the world yet leaving a lasting impression.

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE september edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the september catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

YOUR GUIDE TO VINTAGE GLAM ;

lately i've been OBSESSED with vintage glam. their makeup is so dramatized and utterly stunning and it just has this timeless elegance to it. so im super duper excited to dive into that in this catalogue…💬🎀

♡ a classic red lip

♡ winged eyeliner

♡ lush lashes

♡ defined brows (arched brows like betty boop)

♡ faux beauty marks

♡ soft eyeshadows

♡ a big bouncy blow out

♡ pearls and diamonds cuz diamonds are a girl's best friend

other details that can really capture the essence of a vintage glam look include pearl necklaces and earrings, cat-eye sunglasses, or a structured handbag. remember, its all about enhancing natural elegance with just the right amount of drama and UMPH.

you can see with this page of my fashion journal where i styled some vintage glam looks. so i incorporated silkier textures and long dresses for that old hollywood charm. idk what it is about hand gloves but they just SCREAM elegance and beauty so i incorporated that into the first outfit.

clutches are SO vintage glam and gorgeous and as u can see i incorporated pearls into the second outfit in the earrings, bracelet and neck piece.

FALL FASHION ;

fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. let’s talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and it’s an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isn’t the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.

ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->

ugg boots

ankle boots

mary jane style shoes

ballet flats

form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.

baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->

long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath

a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->

fur details

ribbons and lace details

delicate jewelry choices

tights and leg warmers

layering

boots

neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme

long sleeves

mini skirts + tights combo

BEING A HOTTIE THIS FALL ;

fall is such an easy season to romanticize! and what better way to romanticize the fall then to make a pinterest board or a mood board. in this section of the magazine lets talk about things that u can do this fall to make ur fall SUPER memorable…💬🎀

♡ make cinnamon rolls (recipe is in the section before horoscope)

♡ go apple picking

♡ read a spooky/mystery novel

♡ pumpkin spice latte!

♡ invest in a yummy fall scented candle and light it often to make ur space smell like fall

fall beauty incorporates things like nude lip combos, warmer scents and french tips!…💬🎀

♡ soft bouncy curls

♡ nude lip combos

i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip liner…💬🎀

♡ french tips

♡ nude colored manicures and pedicures

♡ coffin and stiletto shaped nails

CINNAMON ROLLS RECIPE ;

nothing screams fall to me more than cinnamon rolls. they're just so yummy and cinnamony and so FALL. so here is a recipe to make ur very own cinnamon rolls this fall.

♡ in a mixing bowl, add 1 cup of warm milk

♡ 1/4 cup of sugar and 2 1/2 teaspoons of active dry yeast and give it a little mix

now set this aside for 5 minutes or until its frothed up. if it DOESNT froth up then ur yeast is not okay and ur gonna have to start again…💬🎀

♡ 4 2/3 cups of all purpose flour, 1/3 cup packed light brown sugar, 1/2 teaspoon of salt, half a teaspoon of cinnamon

♡ melt half a cup of butter and add it into the dry mixture and mix everything together in ur mixer but dont mix before adding 1 large egg and a tablespoon of vanilla extract

♡ now turn on ur mixture and knead the dough until its tacky but doesnt stick to ur fingers

♡ now get an oiled up bowl and put the dough in, and cover with a sheet. put it in a warm place so that then ur dough can rise (1 1/2 - 2 hours)

the reason why u have to wait so long is cuz the yeast is working rly hard to break down things like the milk and the butter so just be patient and excited cuz its gonna taste so good…💬🎀

♡ combine 1/2 cup of light brown sugar, 1 1/2 tablespoons of cinnamon and mix together with a fork

♡ once ur dough is done, make sure u flour up ur clean counter and put the dough onto it. with floured hands pat the dough and shape it, just kinda flatten it out

♡ spread out super soft butter across the dough and spread the cinnamon sugar we made over the dough in a nice even layer and once you've done that its time to roll the dough into a cylinder

♡ next butter ur baking dish, cut ur cinnamon rolls with some dental floss or string and place them in the dish, and make sure u give them room to grow

♡ cover them with a sheet again and put them in a warm place for 1 hour so that they can rise, once you've done that put them in the oven at 350 degrees for 20- 25 minutes

while the cinnamon rolls are baking, we'll make a luscious cream cheese icing to go on top of the cinnamon rolls once they're done…💬🎀

♡ combine 2 tablespoons of softened butter, along with 4 ounces of softened cream cheese, a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of vanilla extract and mix it with a hand mixer

♡ add 2 cups of powdered sugar and add a bit of milk as needed. if u want a thicker icing or a thinner one

♡ lastly add ur icing all over the top of ur cinnamon rolls once they're out of the oven and ENJOY

WHATS MY HOROSCOPE (SEPTEMBER 27-31) ;

♡ for virgo, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your self-esteem and natural talents are activated. with the ability to earn money and achieve success heightened, abundance flows. just be sure you’re saving, budgeting, and making wise investments. venus moves into scorpio on the same day, energizing your communication zone. surface-level connections will fall flat as you crave deeper, more intimate conversations. mercury enters libra on september 26, enhancing your powers of negotiation and manifestation.

♡ for aries, the energy changes when the sun enters libra on the twenty-second, activating your relationship sector. use this opportunity to strengthen your closest bonds, form alliances, and bring your romantic visions to life. venus enters scorpio the same day to awaken your realm of intimacy and money. you could find yourself drawn to mysterious people or situations. venus in motivated scorpio elevates your drive, making you an unstoppable force, especially regarding manifestation. this is an excellent time to negotiate. mercury enters libra on september 26, adding a dash of charm to communication with your loved ones.

♡ for taurus, the sun enters libra on september 22 and brings warmth to your realm of service and self-love. strive to create a healthy work/life balance. your relationships deepen when venus enters scorpio later the same day, bringing intensity to your closest connections. you could feel a stronger desire for intimacy and a pull toward mystery and secrets. be conscious of codependency and unrealistic expectations. mercury moves into harmony-seeking libra on september 26, encouraging solutions and charisma within your relationships.

♡ for gemini, you’re full of joy, creativity, and romance when the sun enters libra on september 22, activating your happiness sector. inspiration will be heightened, so pay attention to your ideas. when venus enters scorpio on the same day, it’s time to turn your attention inward. your desire to explore the depths of your mind, body, and soul intensifies, making this an excellent time to embrace self-care practices that promote greater self-love. mercury enters libra on september 26, awakening your charisma and warmth in communications.

♡ for cancer, when the sun enters air sign libra on september 22, you’ll feel ready to cozy up with your loved ones and enjoy the comforts of your environment. with your zone of intuition activated, your emotions will be powerful. venus enters scorpio on the same day, and your creativity will skyrocket. if you crave more romance, initiate it. mercury enters libra on september 26, encouraging you to share your real feelings.

♡ for leo, when the sun enters libra on september 22, you’ll feel eager to express your incredible ideas and connect with others. activating your communication sector, the libra sun enhances your natural charisma and creates ease in conversations. venus enters mysterious scorpio on the same day, prompting you to reflect on your emotional needs. your heart requires you to be assertive, especially with loved ones. mercury moves into peace-loving libra on september 26, inviting you to communicate from a place of neutrality.

♡ for libra, the sun enters your sign on september 22, ushering in a brand-new cycle. you’re the star of the show and your powers of manifestation are heightened. get ready for an exciting new chapter full of opportunity! venus enters scorpio on the same day, enhancing your ability to earn money. mercury enters your sign on september 26, which gives you the gift of clarity. share your ideas and express yourself. you will be well received.

♡ for scorpio, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your need for retreat and soul-searching is highlighted. over the next few weeks, you’ll find the most peace during moments of relaxation. the libra sun activates your imagination, so allow yourself moments to get lost in fantasy and embrace the fluidity and surrender it brings. venus enters your sign on the same day, prompting you to ardently pursue your deepest desires and ask for what you want. mercury enters libra on september 26, helping you process your subconscious thoughts.

♡ for sagittarius, you’re ready to connect with friends when the sun enters libra on september 22, energizing your zone of community. it’s an excellent time to collaborate with others and show up on social media. venus enters scorpio and your privacy sector on the same day, prompting you to take intentional time alone to get clear on your emotional needs. mercury enters libra on september 26, and exciting conversations take place.

♡ for capricorn, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your career and goals come into focus. you’re especially magnetic and charming, which bodes well for negotiations. find ways to creatively showcase your gifts and embrace your people skills to achieve success this season. recognition arrives when you show up confidently, so find ways to empower yourself. venus enters scorpio on the same day, bringing intimacy to your friendships. mercury moves into libra on september 26, offering you clarity on your goals and the ability to plan them.

♡ for aquarius, imagination and creativity are the keys to your success. you’ll feel ready for expansion and adventure when the sun enters libra on september 22, energizing your zone of exploration. plan an exciting excursion with loved ones or book a spiritual retreat. personal freedom will feel important for you, so be mindful of overcommitting yourself to serious tasks that feel like burdens. venus enters scorpio later the same day, motivating you to make power moves in your career. mercury enters libra on september 26, boosting your ability to learn quickly.

♡ for pisces, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your sights will be set on resources and intimacy. when it comes to your closest bonds, you’ll crave lots of privacy. your approach to money will feel more solution based, and you could tap into a new revenue stream. venus enters scorpio the same day, inviting you to take a chance. mercury moves into libra on september 26, activating your need for deep conversations.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Can you perchance make a little silly imagine or headcannons (either works) of the gang (separately) with an s/o who really likes jewelry? Like, wears a bunch of bracelets and rings and stuff? Thanks so much!! (I love your works so much :))

Summary: The outsiders with a reader who likes jewelry. Warnings: none Author's note: I love matt dillon too much this is a very big problem. PONYBOY thinks that your jewelry is so pretty. He thinks it enhances your eyes and hair and makes you look elegant. He doesn't really understand the prices of jewelry (either pure diamond price or 3$), so he tries getting you some and is blown away. He saves up his whole allowance for months to get you a pretty set you've had your eye on for your birthday. JOHNNY really doesn't notice your jewelry. When he looks at you its more at your pretty face than anything else. He struggles a bit with eye contact so he always mindlessly looks at your earrings because they're shiny. He only really registered your jewelry when he saw your collection. From then on, he picks up any ring or necklace he can find in passing, in flea shops, something his mom doesn't want any more, and gives it to you. SODAPOP always notices your jewelry. It's the first thing he'll compliment you on when you see him, that and of course how pretty you are. He likes when you wear different pieces when hanging out with him because he likes to see what kind of jewelry you like. He blows a pretty penny on a fancy necklace for your birthday with your initials. He saved up for so long for it and tried to make it perfect. STEVE doesn't notice the jewelry as much. He knows you have it but he sees it as more a part of you than anything. He doesn't have the money to buy you a fancy necklace, but he learns how to make little bracelets with cute charms and gives you so many to make you happy. He's so excited if you ask to match rings with him, he wont take it off, (he's dreaming about it being on his ring finger trust). TWO BIT notices your jewelry from the beginning, that's what intrigued him. He doesn't really know much about jewelry but he thought it looked cool on you. For a gift, he's having his mom and sister help pick out things that you might like. He tries to make it perfect for you, even thinking about what would look best in your displays. DARRY is such a sweetheart about your jewelry addiction. He's always complimenting you if he recognizes a new piece, and he's very gentle with your jewelry too. He'll polish your jewelry for you too, but he's very careful not to tarnish them. When you two have been dating long enough (like im talking 3 years or smth) he'll give you his mother's necklace. He tells you that you don't have to wear it if it doesnt fit your style but he'd still like you to have it!

DALLAS actually noticed you because you had a ring that he was lowkey jealous of. He's not above stealing from you and he certainly tried that night but it ended up with you two dating instead (?!?!!?). He lets you wear his ring on a necklace as well as his St. Christopher's necklace if you want and he'll take your ring that he was jealous of and wear it as a necklace (because it couldn't fit his finger). He'd swipe you a pretty fancy necklace for a gift but he downplays it so much to look cool.

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 35

A/N: The center photo is indicative of the reader's gown only. Not her appearance which isn't defined.

Part 35: Dance with the Devil

Series Masterlist

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, intimidation, dark seduction. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

"You are almost ready," Yelena said with a smile, just after the stylists left. "Now the jewelry."

You paused, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your gown was an exclusive creation by a top designer, a beautiful sleeveless, a-line creation in layers of tulle, sequins, and matte satin. Shades of pale blue and gold transformed you, enhanced by the ornate way your hair was done, the subtelty of your carefully applied makeup. Beneath you wore the most elegant little gold heels that were surprising comfortable despite their minimal style. The stockings were sheer, hugging your upper thighs just below the skimpy ice-blue panties you wore.

The mention of jewelry brought up an unhappy memory and you knew Yelena recalled it too when your gaze met hers. How your husband's ex-mistress smuggled her necklace in for you to wear on another special occasion had never been solved.Had it been Neal? Hansen? A reminder from the not-too-distant past that your enemies could reach you at any time. A reminder to be vigilant. 

"What jewelry?" you asked carefully.

Yelena smiled. "I picked it up myself," she told you, lifting a delicate strand of diamonds set in gold from a black velvet box on the bed. 

When she draped it around your throat, you smiled at the way it completed your look. There were matching earrings, diamond studs each with a teardrop diamond dangling and catching the light. The set was exquisite. 

"Harry Winston," your friend told you, admiring how they looked on you.

"Nice of them to loan these for the ball," you told her, grateful you got to wear them. 

Yelena reached for the golden mask on the bed, holding it to you. "No loan. Steve bought them."

What?

"These must have cost a fortune," you mused. They probably cost more than everything else you owned combined. "Glad you're going with us. I'd hate to get mugged for these."

Yelena grinned. "Security is going to be tight already with so many important people there. The mayor will be there. One of the state senators."

You scoffed. "Why am I going? I'm no one special."

"But you are," Yelena told you. 'The fact that everyone wants you has been a powerful motivator in this game of chess. Your husband is completely devoted to you. Barnes would love to get his hands on you."

"Barnes would ring my neck the first chance he got," you pointed out.

Yelena's expression was difficult to read. "I'm not so sure about that."

"Hansen would for sure kill me," you said, putting your mask in place carefully. The soft mask of golden sequins fit over your eyes. 

Yelena's gaze dropped at the mention of the name and you were ashamed. You needed to work harder not to bring that up to her. And you needed a subject change. Fast.

"Who's going to be here with Nat tonight?" You weren't surprised Nat didn't want to go. She'd been through so much between the horrific end of her abusive marriage and all trauma of years being left to the sadistic nature of Banner. You wanted to make sure she was well looked after while you and Steve were gone.

"Clint is staying here of course," Yelena said quietly. "Dyson will be here too. He's arranged for extra security for the house tonight."

You nodded your approval. "What about Scott?"

"He's coming with us," Yelena explained. 

You smiled. Scott going had little to do with keeping you and Steve safe and everything to do with spending time with Yelena. You were pretty sure Yelena was aware of Scott's infatuation with her. Would she ever return his affections? You didn't know. Considering her tragic history, you weren't sure she could feel the same way towards him or anyone. But in the time you'd known Scott, you learned he was a good man who always had your back and never once questioned your authority. You trusted him with your life. You trusted him with Yelena too.

But would she ever give him - or anyone - a chance after all she'd been through?

You blew out an exhale, preparing yourself for the night ahead. "I guess we should let Steve know I'm ready."

"He knows," a deep voice caught you and Yelena both off guard. 

Your husband strolled into the bedroom and Yelena stepped back to allow him a clear path to you. He looked breathtakingly handsome in the classic black tuxedo he wore, tailored perfectly to fit his tall, broad-shouldered physique. His tawny hair was perfectly styled, diamond cufflinks winking in the light. His tie was shades of gold and blue to match your gown, a subtle touch but one you appreciated.

Steve moved to stand behind you in the mirror of your vanity, bending to fit his handsome face in the reflection with yours. 

"You look so beautiful," he said with something like reverence in his voice. "I can't wait to show you off."

"I'll be downstairs," Yelena said, making her way out to give you some privacy. "We worked very hard on her, boss. Don't mess her up."

Steve smiled at what he took as a playful warning, his large hands smoothing over your bare shoulders. Slowly, you removed the mask, placing it in your lap with your hands. His watchful gaze didn't miss the slight tremble of their movements.

"Everything is going to be fine," he explained. "I've been to this event before. All the rich, politic elite of Boston come out to dance and drink the night away and wallow in excess. It's probably Tony's favorite night of the year."

You could see it. And you were excited to go to the annual masquerade ball, as Steve's wife and not his trophy, and to enjoy a fabulous night on the town. You felt like Cinderella, going to the ball in the gown that truly looked as if magic had created it.

But you couldn't fight back an impending sense of dread. It had been so quiet in the weeks of your recovery and Steve's. Life went on. You were included in all the family's business meetings. The family business had recovered and was branching out, deals with three of the other four families made things even better. 

Not that you agreed with all of it. You weren't crazy about the loan sharking or protection deals the family made. The casinos and restaurants didn't bother you as much. And at least the family wasn't making any money off drugs or trafficking. Some of the stories about the business and how other families operated you heard now were just horrific. You made up your mind early that no matter what, you'd never allow the family to make money off the misfortunes of women and children. Never.

It had been very quiet where the Barnes family was concerned. Too quiet.

"I'll  be the envy of every man there tonight," he murmured, pressing a kiss into your neck. The soft brush of his beard made you shiver. A sensual smiled curved Steve's lips. "Are you ready?"

You nodded. You trusted your husband. You were going to do your best to have a wonderful night, just like he intended.

And still that little kernel of dread lingered.

You felt like you were in an old Hollywood movie to walk down the staircase on your husband's arm with the gown flowing softly with your movements. Honestly, you were grateful for Steve's help in keeping you balanced, relieved when you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Dyson, Yelena, Scott, Clint and Nat were a small crowd, watching in admiration as you approached. Nat's smile was all you needed to feel like a princess. Her lovely green eyes lit up as her gaze swept over you. 

"You look perfect," she exclaimed, carefully hugging you. "I knew that gown was the one."

Nat had been the one to find it when the two of you went out shopping for it. And you were all too happy to give her the credit. You knew very little about fashion. You would learn. Until you did, it was nice to have the advice of someone who already understood it.

As Nat stepped back, you forced yourself to smile. She still looked so small, so frail. She had yet to gain weight and regain her amazing figure. Your sister-in-law seemed fragile, even with the protection and love of the man she'd always wanted. Even with the full support and love of her brother. It worried you.

Dyson looked worried too, but as you did, he put on a quick smile. "You two had best get going. The line at dropoff takes forever."

"True enough," Steve said, nodding to Yelena and Scott.

You stopped to hug Dyson. "Keep her safe for me," you whispered.

"You know I will," he muttered.

Steve whisked you away to the sleek black limousine waiting in the driveway. Its glossy, jet-black exterior reflected the fading sunlight with a mirror-like finish. The long, streamlined body stretched gracefully, its tinted windows offering privacy and adding to its air of mystery. Scott climbed in behind the wheel and Yelena rode shotgun as Steve got you into the back seat, helping you keep your gown away from the doors. Once you were settled, you studied your husband. Something was missing.

"Did you bring a mask?" you asked him. 

Steve smiled, pulling a small black mass from inside his tuxedo coat. No sequins, just a matte black mask he could wear. But he wasn't interested in the mask as he fidgeted with it. He was too busy staring at you.

"Are you excited?" he asked.

You couldn't help the smile the question brought on. "Yes."

Steve looked pleased. "As time goes on and things settle down, we'll get out more. Do more things like this. You look like a princess tonight."

Tears pricked at the backs of your eyes at his heartfelt words. He meant them. He was taking you out to a society function, dressed you up like you were going to the fucking Oscars. A night out like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You'd been excited since he told you he got the tickets a few weeks ago.

"There are going to be a lot of people there, sweetheart," Steve explained quietly. "I'm sure Belova went over everything with you. But I need you to listen. You are going to be with me at all times. If you're not with me, you'll be with Belova and Lang. No wandering off to talk to people or sightsee. Okay?"

You nodded. Yelena had covered the plans thoroughly while she helped you get ready for the evening. 

"If I have to talk business for a moment, Belova will be with you. You have to go to the ladies' room, Belova will be with you," he continued. "Take it easy on the drinks. You're not used to alcohol and I need you vigilant tonight. We're going to have a wonderful time but..."

"I understand," you told him. "Besides, I don't want to miss any part of tonight because I'm drinking. It's my first masquerade ball. I'd like to enjoy every minute of it."

The smile Steve flashed you had your heart fluttering in your chest.

"There will be dancing, right?" you asked.

"Of course," he told you. 

"You'll dance with me?" Would Steve dance with you to a beautiful ballad or classic song?

Reaching over, he tipped up your chin with his fingers, his touch careful. "There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you when you smile at me like that. I love you."

"I love you, too." 

His lips were a teasing brush against your own but in seconds it deepened, filled with longing and need. 

The sharp wrap on the dark glass that separated the two of you in the back seat of the limo from Scott and Yelena up front scared you. Then the glass slid down just a couple of inches. 

"Later," Yelena admonished. "I worked too hard on her for this party, boss."

You froze thinking that was going to piss your husband off but he laughed. "Okay, sorry," he called back to her.

It made you happy. Ever since everything happened that day between your family and Barnes', your husband and your best friend got along a lot better. Steve was kinder to her, treated her with the same respect as he would any of the men in his employ. That being the case, Yelena felt comfortable enough to tease him about things like tonight. She worked hard on carefully picking her moments with him to tease. She did even better at being thoughtful when offering criticism or advice. The fact that they were getting along better just made your life easier.

"That's supposed to be privacy glass," he said, still grinning.

"Or she's just that good at her job." Honestly, she was.

"After the ball," Steve said once the privacy glass has slid back up, "I want you out of that dress. Especially if you want to keep it."

The sly warning had you grinning. "I would like to keep it. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen."

"Noted," your husband said. "I'll do my best to contain myself until you get the gown to safety."

The heated looks he cut you the entire way into Boston made you wonder if he'd be able to. You couldn't wait to find out.

Once you reached the venue, you saw there was indeed an endless line of limos in the que leading up to the door. It moved surprisingly fast. Within ten minutes, Scott pulled up to the door and Yelena darted out to open the door for you. Before you could reach for her hand, Steve was there, helping you out of the back of the car with ease and ushering you up the carpeted stairs with Yelena behind you. The decorations and festive lighting dazzled you as you moved along on Steve's arm. The way the soft light reflected off the gown you wore made you feel like you were in a fairytale. 

Steve stopped and greeted more than a few gentlemen on the way into the venue. One man you recognized as a senator and the easy way the two men spoke had you curious. Did the senator know who Steve was? Were they old friends? For a moment, the two of them seemed to forget all going on around them. Just as quickly, the senator's gaze fell on you and the handsome older man smiled. 

"Is this your new bride?" the senator asked.

"She is," Steve replied, introducing you with obvious pride. You meant to shake the man's hand. He kissed the back of yours in an old fashioned gesture. You found him completely charming. 

"Have you been to the masquerade before?" the senator asked.

You shook your head. "This is my first one."

The man smiled. "I hope you enjoy tonight. If I get the chance, I'll introduce you to my wife. It's one of her favorite nights of the year."

"I'd like that," you told him. "It was nice to meet you."

Was it your imagination that Steve watched you with such wonder? Once his conversation with the senator ended, he led you further into the venue where the main ballroom was all prepared, looking like a view from a movie set. 

Clusters of elegant tables arranged in a wide horseshoe shape framed the dance floor, each adorned with lavish centerpieces sparkling beneath the soft glow of the majestic chandelier overhead. The chandelier's light cascaded down like a shimmering waterfall, casting a warm, golden hue over the room, making every surface gleam. A full bar stood ready, offering the finest drinks, while an orchestra played a symphony of enchanting melodies, weaving through the air like a spell. The room was a sea of Boston's political powerhouses, movie stars, and the wealthy elite, all dressed in exquisite gowns and tailored suits, their masks concealing only their identities—not their status. As you paused to take it all in, your husband's familiar warmth pressed against your back, grounding you in the moment as the dazzling scene unfolded before your eyes.

"What do you think?" Steve's whisper at your ear made you shiver.

"I love this," you told him with enthusiasm. "Thank you for bringing me tonight."

"You don't have to thank me." Your husband took your hand, looking like a tawny-haired prince in his tuxedo and black mask, and led you to the dance floor. Your surprise must have shown on your face because he laughed as he swept you into his arms at the edge of the dancing crowd and led you in an easy waltz.

Steve was a wonderful dancer much to your surprise. He led you with an easy grace that you delighted in and found easy to keep up with given your own love of dance. You knew you had to be staring at him but he kept you close, enjoying your surprise.

"When did you learn to dance like this?" you had to ask after he twirled you around gracefully. 

"It's not so hard," he said, his attention solely on you. "Not nearly as hard as your type of dancing."

Ballet was discipline but dancing a perfect waltz wasn't easy either. You were impressed. 

"Is this why you got us all dressed up?" you teased. "So you could show off your dancing skills?"

Steve chuckled. "Is there something wrong with wanting to have a magical night with your wife?"

You were delighted. But you knew it wasn't the only reason Steve brought you here. And now that you were involved in the family business, you weren't offended by the other reason the two of you were there.

Not long before he married you, Steve had acquired a prized property on the outskirts of Boston. He'd been so involved with marrying you and taking over the families he'd neglected it for a time. Now his attention was back on it, plans were being made to develop it. Together, you'd decided on an exclusive resort with fine dining, glitzy nightclubs, and a casino for the wealthy. It was a massive investment and to make it work, certain permits would need to be acquired. The senator and a few key businessmen there tonight could make or break the project that would expand your family's wealth. 

It was a very important night for Steve.

He'd be spending some time talking to these gentlemen tonight which is why Yelena and Scott were there, to keep you safe. You really didn't mind. You felt like Cinderella at the ball in the beautiful gown that flowed and captured the light with your movements as you danced with your husband among the wealthy citizens of the city. As the two of you moved through the dance, you caught a glimpse of Yelena, dressed in her dark suit and standing next to Scott, blending into the background. Your best friend's gaze never left you. Scott's never left her. You smiled, enjoying the beauty of the moment, dancing with your husband at your very first masquerade ball.

When the dance came to an end, it took you a moment to realize it. One of the musicians announced the band would take a short break and be back in just a few minutes. Steve's hand at your lower back urged you to turn. The senator making his way towards you with a lovely older lady at his side. 

The senator's wife was polished from head to toe. Her gown was bright pink layers of satin that matched her lipstick. Otherwise her white hair and face gave her a cold countenance, like she was an ice queen dressed for her best guess at spring. Her eyes were dark, small and mean as her gaze swept over you. The senator assured you that you and his wife would have plenty to talk about. As the woman stood there studying you with pursed lips, you decided talking to her probably wasn't the best idea.

Steve's gaze met yours and he nodded as he let the senator lead him away, leaving you with the judgy woman before you.

"This must be a special night for you," she said tartly.

Straightening your spine, you smiled. "Why is that?"

The woman's white brows rose slightly but a smile played about her lips. "You don't belong here."

"Excuse me?" You kept your smile in place.

"My father was a direct descendent from The Mayflower," she informed you. "We're practically royalty here. We built our fortune through hard work and our good name. You, on the other hand, come from poverty and crime. You father crawled out the shadows and robbed good people blind. That's why you have the money to play dress up and act like you belong here. We all know your husband fancies himself some sort of underworld prince. But he doesn't belong here either."

Oh, no, she didn't just put you and your husband down. Lifting your chin, you looked her in the eye.

"Your ancestors came over on a ship over four hundred years ago and nobody cares anymore," you told her. "You can pretend to be royalty, and tell yourself you made your money working hard and protecting your good name. But the sad truth is, your family made your money the same way mine did. In fact, your family probably paid mine to keep from getting your hands dirty or to protect your interests. And my husband is the king of Boston's underworld and so was my father before him. You may be someone in society right now, but your husband is currently anelected official. If you were smart, you'd spending a little more time being respectful."

Gracefully as you could manage, you turned your back to the rude woman and marched off. Yeah, maybe you hurt your husband's chances of getting the permits you needed for the project development once she talked to her husband. But you weren't about to put up with someone like that. 

You looked all around for Yelena. You were dying to tell her about the conversation you'd just had. But you weren't watching where you were going and you collided with someone hard.

And whoever he was, he caught you in his arms, sweeping you out onto the dance floor as another waltz began. He was as tall as your husband and the scent of his expensive cologne was familiar. You realized who held you a beat before he spoke, a low purr by your ear.

"Did you miss me, beautiful?"

Barnes.

Easing back, you glanced up at your uninvited dancing partner, wearing an aura of allure and danger with ease. Barnes' chiseled jawline was partially obscured by the intricately designed black mask he wore, adorned with silver accents catching the light. Those steely-blue eyes were shadowed but still piercing, glinting with a cold intensity as his gaze met yours.

His tuxedo was entirely black and tailored to perfection, hugging his muscular frame effortlessly. His attire seemed to absorb the light, creating a sense that he came from the shadows. Even his shirt was dark onyx, subtle embroidery only revealing itself when he moved. And he felt strong as he held you, solid and healed.

Stop staring at the man and answer.

"I haven't thought about you at all," you told him, trying to sound nonchalant but not quite hitting that note.

As much as you hated to admit it, Barnes was undeniably handsome. From the way his hair was slicked back with precision to the confident smirk curling his lips, the man was... magnetic. But there was a sinister edge beneath the polished surface. There always had been. Barnes' posture was too poised, his movements too calculated. Every inch of him whispered danger, a wolf in the presence of unsuspecting lambs.

Pulling you close to him, Barnes chuckled. "I don't believe that. I think you I live rent free in that beautiful head of yours."

"Maybe," you said, feeling his smile widen. "I do think about how I wished we'd used more poison."

Now he laughed, a deep rich sound. "I don't doubt that."

"What do you want?" You looked anywhere but at him. Still, you were so focused on the predator that held you, you weren't really seeing your surroundings. The music, the lights, everything else seemed to fade into the background.

"What do you think I want?" Barnes asked.

As Barnes swept you around the floor, your mind scrambled for a comeback. "Your hands around my throat," you said, going with honesty. "And me dead?"

Leaning in, he ran his nose gently up the column of your neck, making you shiver. "Oh, I did. I really did. And I could have made that happen."

You were dangerously close to having him think he had the upper hand here. "No, you couldn't."

Again, he chuckled. "You've got it all figured out, don't you?" Releasing you only long enough to spin you in the dance, he pulled you back into him tightly. "You made peace with your husband. You're now involved in the family business. I would call Steve a pussy for even thinking about that if it were any other woman. But you're not just any woman. But you're special."

You missed a step in your alarm. How the hell did Barnes know you were in the all the family business meetings now? And that you and Steve had made peace? The questions triggered your anxiety, reminding you of the days early in your marriage when Neal had been Barnes' rat and you were always looking over your shoulder. Was someone else talking to Barnes?

"A long time ago, your mother seduced my father," Barnes whispered. "She tore my family apart. And when you came along and you weren't the poor disfigured little girl we were told you were, I assumed you were a little whore like your mother. You look almost exactly like her. Has anyone told you that?"

You didn't answer, trying hard to put a little space between the two of you. Where was Steve? It wouldn't be too conspicuous if he broke in on the dance. If Yelena or Scott came to save you, it could create a scene and unwanted attention. 

"I even thought maybe, horrible thought I know," Barnes went on, "that you might be my half-sister. But it didn't take me long to realize that wasn't true either. Besides, that devious little mind in there, hidden behind all that beauty? You didn't get that from your mother. Or my father."

"What's it to you?" you snapped at him, trying to pull off pissed even though you held anger and fear in equal measure. "I'm Steve's wife. He's your boss. You'd do well to remember that."

Barnes was unfazed. "You're Steve's wife. For now. But he can't handle you." Barnes leaned closer, his gaze locking with yours. "You should belong to someone stronger."

Now you really were getting pissed. "I don't need you or any man, including my husband, to tell me who I am and what I should be doing," you said.

"You may be right," he purred. "But it's that attitude, that fire. It got me thinking... I had the wrong idea about you from the beginning. Yeah, all the bitterness from the past clouded my judgment for a while. I wanted you dead and buried next to your loser husband." When you tried to pull free of him, he tightened his grip. His grin widened. "Now I realize you're exactly what I need."

"For what?" You didn't know how much of your glare he got from behind your mask.

"To finally take my rightful place," he said as if it were gospel. "The position occupied by your current husband."

Current husband? Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Our children will be kings and queens," Barnes went on. "That dynasty would rule Boston for decades."

"My children with Steve will rule Boston," you told him angrily. "And when we're done with you, no one will even remember the Barnes family."

"One day," he said with meaning, leaning closer, "you'll be mine."

Despite yourself, you shivered. Barnes caught it.

"You want me too," he whispered. "I'll make you admit it."

As the song neared its end, you were prepared to do whatever you had to do to get away from the bastard, the man who'd done so much damage to your family. As the last strains of the symphony ended, Barnes released you to bow. You did curtsy to him, then you straightened.

"I will never be yours." You meant it with every fibre of your being. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my husband."

Barnes' grin didn't fade. "Better find a way to keep him safe."

You spun on your heel, marching off the dance floor. You needed air, and a moment to calm down. You were blinking back tears, you were that angry. You felt someone on your heels as you made you way out of the main event room out ornate glass doors left open. It was chilly out there but you welcomed it, fighting back anger.

"Are you okay?" Yelena asked, her hand at your back as you gripped the railing and hung on. 

"No, I'm not... o-fucking-kay," you said, trying to regain your composure. "He came out of nowhere."

"He did," Yelena said. "He got to you so quickly after you talked to the senator's wife."

"Where's Steve?" you asked.

"Talking very intently to the senator," she replied. "It appears to be going well."

You had to wonder if that would still be true once the senator's wife caught a moment to tell her husband and your little "talk."

But you had bigger problems right now. Barnes.

"Barnes is all healed up," you told her. Looking beyond her, you saw Scott by the entranceway back into the ball. "And he's got big plans."

"He wants you," Yelena said it. "That much was obvious. It gives me some idea of his plans."

You nodded. "Don't say anything to Steve or Scott right now. I just want to find a glass of champagne to take the edge off and get through the rest of the ball."

With any luck, you could maybe enjoy one more magical dance with Steve before the evening ended.

You couldn't, however, complain. You wanted to be in on the family business and this was part of it. Barnes, unfortunately, was also part of it.  And he'd just announced his intentions to you and you realized now it was the pit that had been in your stomach the entire evening. 

Barnes would keep tearing your life apart until he was stopped. Somehow between his drastic plans and the animosity between you and your husband, you'd found your way to a happy marriage. A path to be queen in this world. And you'd be damned if you let Barnes threaten that future.

"You're going to tell Steve, right?" 

"I am." You didn't miss the concern in Yelena's voice. "I'm telling all of you. But not here."

Nodding her agreement, Yelena watched as you straightened, steeled yourself to return to the event. 

"Let's find you a glass of champagne, boss," she said with a wink.

Boss? Now that put the smile back on your face. 

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Femme Fatale Guide: How To Master An "Effortlessly Elegant" & Put-Together Look

Table of Contents:

Treat your skin like royalty

Take ample care of your natural hair

Dress in crisp neutral outfits that cater to your body shape

Choose your accessories wisely

Embrace feature-enhancing makeup

Keep your nails clean, filed, and simple

Regarding your signature scent(s)

Follow your dental & bodily hygiene routines religiously

Treat your skin like royalty:

Use high-quality skincare twice a day

Wear sunscreen every day

Remove your makeup every night before bed no matter what

Use makeup that doesn't clog your pores/irritate your skin

Change your pillowcases weekly

Eat plenty of produce & drink lots of water

Prioritize sleep

Limit or eliminate alcohol, cigarettes, caffeine, and processed foods/sugary drinks

Keep your skin exfoliated/derma-planed

Take ample care of your natural hair:

Use high-quality shampoo/conditioner combos that suit your hair type & don't cause build-up

Hydrate with a scalp mask 1-4 times a month

Use cold or lukewarm water to wash your hair

Apply shampoo to the roots/hair covering your scalp and conditioner only on the "ponytail" section of your hair

Use a specialty hair towel after getting out of the shower

Always comb wet hair and brush 1-3 times a day when dry

Limit heat on your hair when possible & always use a heat protectant every time you do

Use non-elastic or silk hair ties

Get regular trims at least 3-4 times per year (get your hair layered if it's very thick)

Try to limit how much you dye or, especially bleach, your hair and do elaborate styles with tons of heat & harsh products

Dress in crisp neutral outfits that cater to your body shape:

Embrace minimalist basics (tees, tanks, blouses, sweaters, jeans, trousers, blazers, leather jackets, coats, etc.) in high-quality fabrics (Pima cotton, Merino wool, Tencel, mulberry silk, etc.)

Choose options in black, white, grey, charcoal beige, navy, burgundy, or cream depending on your skin tone and preferences

Invest in a collection of sleek footwear options (black boots, loafers, black pumps, white sneakers, etc.) in minimalist, timeless styles that suit the color palette, hemlines & proportions of your go-to outfits

Ensure your shoes and accessories feel proportional to the weight/silhouette of your outfit, color-coordinate with the rest of your look, and have streamlined hardware from head-to-toe (all silver, all gold, or one piece that mixes silver/gold and another gold & silver piece each to balance out the color palette)

Keep all of your clothes steam and lint-rolled, so they look crisp & fresh all-day

Befriend your tailor to take in or let out clothes as needed when purchased off the rack

Choose clothes/styles that flatter your body shape and proportions

Utilize belts and bra tape to adjust the waist, keep shirts tucked in, and keep straps from falling down or create an impromptu cuff/hem on your pants

When in doubt, select a neutral head-to-toe monochrome outfit

If on a budget, consider choosing black, grey, camel beige items to hide fabric imperfections that could cheapen your look

Choose your accessories wisely:

Select sleek, simple neutral (& almost exclusively) monochrome shoes made with smooth (recycled/vegan) leather with

Pair almost any outfit with a shoe featuring a slight platform, block heel, kitten heel, and/or a sharply pointed toe to elongate your silhouette

Complement your outfit with structured, pared-back handbags with no logos (Focus on quality and construction, not the brand name) in a neutral shade and timeless silhouette

For jewelry, choose at most one statement piece and all others should be focused on different areas of the body (e.g. don't mix statement earrings with layered/bold necklaces or stacked rings * bracelets). When in doubt, choose simple diamond chains or earrings, sleek bangles or chainlink necklaces & bracelets, simple pendant necklaces, and minimalist rings in hardware that all go together

Embrace feature-enhancing makeup:

Cover up any dark circles, blemishes, or hyperpigmentation with a color-matched concealer

Lightly contour with a bronzer that complements your skin tone

Fill in your brows for a naturally full look (or get them professionally tinted)

Apply a light wash of rose, coral, or mauve blush

Use black mascara with a little bit of eyeliner and/or a subtle wash of brown eyeshadow on the lids

Apply a "your lips but better" nude shade or "just kissed' berry lipstick or pigmented lip balm for a subtle wash of color

Keep your nails clean, filed, and simple:

Maintain cut, cleaned, and filed short nails

Opt for a square or almond nail shape

Choose a timeless nail shade (pink, nude, red, beige, dark cherry, navy, dark purple, black) with no nail art

Hydrate your hands and scrub under your nails daily

Regarding your signature scent(s):

Ensure your body wash/lotion and perfume scents don't clash

Test perfumes for a trial day to ensure they smell divine with your unique pheromones

Choose a fragrance appropriate for the seasonal/occasion

Apply a dab on each wrist and on your neck/behind the ears. If the scent doesn't project well on you, try applying these small dabs on the cuffs and shoulders of your jacket/walk into it to get it on your hair (if it would stain your clothes)

Don't layer more than one heady perfume at a time or scents that don't have complementary and/or shared notes

Follow your dental & bodily hygiene routines religiously:

Floss every day (after each meal if possible)

Brush your teeth with an electric toothbrush twice a day

Have mints on hand if you're a garlic, spice, or coffee lover

Keep your lips & hands well-moisturized and protected with SPF

Shower your body daily and be extra diligent in scrubbing your privates, everything behind, and under your arms

Don't use very hot water in the shower (it burns/dries out your skin)

Exfoliate 2-3 times a week with a sugar scrub

Moisturize daily or anytime you get out of the shower

Apply SPF on any exposed sun (especially in the summer or when the UV index is high in your area)

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Her Name Is Mandi

She received the necklace as a gift. 'MANDI' it said in bold, flashy, gaudy jewelry. At first it didn't make sense...that wasn't quite her name? But as she started to wear it, she began to understand how well it fit her.

M - MADEUP

She started wearing the necklace while applying her makeup. She couldn't miss the name flashing in the mirror as she applied elegant makeup every day. It made sense - she was a high-end aesthetician after all! For some reason she recalled working towards a different goal, like medicine or something. But a little glimpse of her glam necklace and the thought would be covered up like how her makeup painted her face.

A - ALLURING

After a while, her aesthetic changed. She needed something refined and showy to match her necklace at all times. So altered gowns with low necklines and slits up the side filled her wardrobe as her head filled with thoughts of wearing feminine finery. It fit in well with her side-hustle as a hostess at a high-end club. A perfect match to how her necklace nestled between her buxom bosom, which felt bigger and better squeezed by her splendid attire.

N - NEEDY

By now the necklace never left her. Neither did the increasing sense of lust, arousal, and desire. Her head felt emptier with the necklace or a glitzy choker squeezing her neck; instead it was increasingly filled with an obsession with physical beauty, sexy wardrobes, and self-indulgent pleasure. She looked hot; so she felt hot.

Her urges grew until she gave in. She dressed in a scandalous, searing-hot red lingerie set. Constantly licked her plump, inflated, pleasurable lips. Desperately dreaming of satisfying her desires.

D - DOLL-LIKE

Her old sense was hanging by a thread, the opposite of how securely the necklace fit around her plastic form. Desperately she tried to recall who she was, her true self, until an important decision came into her empty head. It didn't matter who she used to be...now she was just a plastic trophy. Built for pleasure, designed to be paraded about, meant to be played with.

The thought broke her brain and cemented her new personality. She was a buxom Barbie. A bratty Bratz. A dumb bimbo doll. Mindlessly she stood frozen, mouth agape, posing in a sexy manner. It was her destiny all along.

I - ICON

The necklace had overwritten her identity completely. She embraced her new self, strutting down red carpets and showing off her enhanced assets. Heads would turn, faces flush, and cameras snap in an attempt to capture her perfect image in their minds forever. She was an bimbo icon yet she kept working to become even feminine, amazingly lovely, and worry-free. In other words - her own ideal!

It turns out the necklace really was a match for her all along. She was a madeup, alluring, needy, doll-like icon. Her name was Mandi. It fit her perfectly.

[nenelonomh]

pretty privilege in academia

'pretty privilege' is the idea that people who are perceived as more attractive often receive more opportunities, attention, and rewards compared to those who are considered less attractive. this concept is not limited to social settings but also especially extends to (in) academic environments.

in academia, research has shown that physically attractive students tend to receive higher grades because they are perceived as more intelligent, even when their actual performance does not differ significantly from their less attractive peers. this bias can affect everything from classroom interactions to evaluations and recommendations, potentially influencing a student's academic trajectory.

the underlying reason for this phenomenon is the "physical attractiveness stereotype," which assumes that attractive individuals possess positive qualities such as intelligence, sociability, and competence. it leads to preferential treatment and better opportunities for those who are deemed attractive.

it's important to be aware of this bias and strive to treat everyone fairly, regardless of their appearance. while we can't always control how others perceive us, we can make a conscious effort to judge people based on their abilities and contributions rather than their looks.

now, there is no benefit in ignoring it - because it simply will always exist. instead, you can choose to take advantage of it.

why people take advantage of pretty privilege:

increased opportunities: leveraging your attractiveness can open doors to more opportunities that might not be as easily accessible otherwise.

positive perceptions: attractive individuals are often perceived more favorably, which can lead to better treatment and more support from your peers and instructors.

enhanced confidence: knowing that you are perceived positively can boost your confidence, making you more likely to engage and participate actively in academic settings.

competitive edge: in highly competitive environments, any advantage can make a significant difference. taking advantage of pretty privilege can provide an edge over others.

but you should never only rely on your appearance to get you further in life - it is only to play the same game.

if you're interested in enhancing your appearance, here are some tips to help you feel more confident and attractive. it's important to remember that beauty is subjective and varies from person to person, and self-confidence plays a significant role in how others perceive you.

skincare: have a daily routine (cleanse, tone, and moisturize your skin. remember to use products suited to your skin type.) and apply sunscreen daily.

hair care: regularly maintain your hair, keeping it clean, well-trimmed, and styled in a way that suits your face shape and personal style. use conditioner and hair masks to keep your hair healthy and shiny.

oral hygiene: brush and floss your teeth daily to maintain a bright smile and fresh breath. visit the dentist regularly.

dress well: wear clothes that fit well and flatter your body shape. choose outfits that reflect your personal style and make you feel confident. dress appropriately for different occasions.

accessories: use accessories like jewelry, watches, and scarves to add a touch of elegance and build your outfits. ensure accessories complement your overall look without overpowering it.

physical health: engage in regular physical activity to stay fit and healthy. exercise can improve your posture and boost your confidence. eat a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains to support your health and appearance. drink plenty of water to keep your skin hydrated and glowing.

attitude: a genuine smile can make you appear more approachable and attractive. maintain good posture, make eye contact, and use confident body language.

social skills: improve your communication skills to connect better with others. show genuine interest in others and practice empathy in your interactions. charisma and behavior can make or break appearing attractive.

remember! enhancing your appearance should be about making yourself feel good and confident, rather than solely seeking external validation. what you find attractive and enjoy should come before what other people like.

read this for more information: Pretty Privilege | Applied Social Psychology (ASP)

i hope this was helpful! ❤️nene

[catbread0]

hi can you write sebastian michaelis x reader first kiss, especially with sebastian being confused by having a crush and not understanding the feelings (or how his human body is reacting in ways he doesnt understand bc he’s an “emotionless” demon)

thank you :]

Sebastian Michaelis x Fem Reader

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy the story! Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

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Your young master, Ciel Phantomhive, had left to attend Weston College to uncover why students have gone missing. With that, you were left behind due to the school being an all-boys public school, meaning while Sebastian was gone, you were now in charge of making sure the Manor wouldn't become rubble due to your three other colleagues. There were a few close calls, but you would manage to salvage it by the end of the day.

It was the second of June, and you heard knocks from the front door. It was the postman. He had given you a letter meant for you. It was from Sebastian. He had given you the task of buying some laxatives and told you to wear an elegant dress to the open ceremony that would take place tomorrow and that he would send a carriage to take you to Weston College.

You were confused about how you would be allowed into the opening ceremony due to only immediate family members being allowed to attend. It was only after the cricket tournament began that maids and butlers were able to enter. 

You decided to run the errands that Sebastian assigned you, buying laxatives, an elegant dress that flatters your looks but was also a shade of blue to represent your young master, and a few pieces of jewelry that go well with your dress.

Once you returned, you went immediately to the maid's headquarters and put your dress on a mannequin so it didn't get wrinkles. Mey-Rin had entered the room since you shared it, wanting to ask for help but was shocked to see the dress. 

“(Y/n) are you planning on going somewhere tomorrow?” she asked with a curious tone. 

You nodded and explained that Sebastian had sent a letter telling you that you would be attending the opening ceremony tomorrow. Mey-Rin was excited for you and offered to help you with your hair tomorrow. You, of course, accepted her kind gesture before helping around the Manor again,

It was now the third of June, the day of the open ceremony, and it was nearing dark. You were getting ready, Mey-Rin had helped you put on your corset and dress, and she was doing a few more touches to your hair. You made sure you had everything, including the laxatives that Sebastian asked you to buy. Baldroy, Finnian, and Mey-Rin promised you that they wouldn't make a mess in the Manor while you were gone, and with that, you get into the carriage that will take you to Weston College.

You’ve arrived at the Weston College campus, and you went to where the ceremony was being held. You waited in line until it was your turn to be checked if you were allowed to enter.

“What’s your name ma’am?”

“(Y/n) (L/n)”

The man checked the clipboard and allowed you to enter. As you entered, you were looking around the entire room. It was your first time setting foot and being able to see the opening ceremony for yourself. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and jumped a bit from the sudden contact. You looked to see who it was, and it was Sebastian with that smirk on his face.

“It’s wonderful to see you again (Y/n), I must say that dress enhances your beauty.”

You were about to reply when you realized the young master was nowhere to be seen. “Where is the young master?”

That's when you heard someone clear their throat, it was Master Agares, and he had begun his speech, and soon the houses revealed their chosen athletes. 

After Green Lion House, Scarlet Fox House, and Violet Wolf House showed their athletes, you saw white birds flying above, and that's when Sapphire Owl House entered, and you saw your young master. You couldn't help but giggle a little when you saw your young master's uneasy face.

After Master Agares finished his speech and tripped on a few stairs, everyone was lively talking to one another. You were about to walk over to your young master but it seemed as if he was surrounded by so many people in one place. You saw that Sebastian was about to walk away when a strong grip on his shoulder stopped him. It was Lady Scotney. She scolded Sebastian for his haircut choice for an educator. 

Elizabeth soon noticed both you and Sebastian and gasped. Soon, her father and older brother also noticed. However, they didn't recognize it was Sebastian or you and asked if you both were acquainted with Lady Scotney. Thankfully, Elizabeth whispered to them the situation. 

However, due to Elizabeth's gasp earlier, it caught a few people's attention, and some of them included the House Prefects. Curiosity had gotten the better of them, and they went to where you were all gathered.

“Master Michaelis, may I ask, but who is this maiden?” The prefect of the Scarlet Fox House asked.

You never asked, but if only immediate family could enter, then how were you able to enter? Sebastian chuckled before answering, “She's my lovely wife.”

You could see the shocked faces of the students, including Ciel. You three knew it was a lie, but at least now you know how you gain access to enter. 

A few other students overheard and started asking questions.

“How long have you been married?”  

“Why have you never worn your wedding ring?”

“Why are you both not wearing your wedding rings?”

The more the curiosity got the students, the more they started asking questions about your ‘marriage’. It wasn't looking good for you and Sebastian, as they kept asking the more suspicious they were getting. This could ruin the young master's mission if they were to find out. As you were about to answer the student’s questions, you felt a hand wrap around your waist and a lip press against yours. 

You see, it's Sebastian who’s kissing you, and you both separate.

“If you don't believe that she is my wife, you may take that as proof, but believe me when I say she is more than I could ever ask for in a wife.”

After some time, the ceremony dead down, you give Sebastian the laxatives, and you leave in the carriage to bring you back to the Manor.

After you left, Sebastian hid the laxatives inside his cloak and returned to his office on campus. While preparing everything for tomorrow, he felt an emotion of… absence? Sebastian was confused by this. He was a demon, and he shouldn’t feel emotions, especially for a human. 

During the cricket tournament, he would sneak glances at you while you sat with the rest of the servants. After he and the young master figured out the reason for the student’s disappearances, they returned to the Manor and felt a bit joyful that he could see you again.

While you were at the Funtom Company Perfume store, you loved the scent of the new Lily of the Valley perfume, Sebastian saw this and decided to buy the perfume for you. He couldn’t help but have a genuine smile when you started thanking him and when you looked so happy at the perfume.

Maybe feeling these ‘human emotions’ isn't so bad after all.

~Lilly's

[candylandphotos]

Dark skinned Sudanese African American beauty fashion jewelry model 💕

"Transcending Boundaries: Embracing the Beauty of a Dark-Skinned Sudanese African American Model Adorned in Fashion and Jewelry 💕✨"

[astroeleanor]

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Your Rising Sign, often referred to as your Ascendant, is the key to unlocking your true potential in terms of your appearance and personal magnetism. Embracing the archetype associated with your Rising Sign and taking into account the degree of your Ascendant can be a transformative journey towards enhancing your allure and making a lasting impression.

The Rising Sign colors the way you express yourself and how you're perceived by those around you. By aligning with its energies, you're tapping into a unique blueprint that can help you enhance your physical appearance, style, and the vibes you project.

Moreover, the degree of your Ascendant adds dimension to this equation. It refines and nuances the qualities associated with your Rising Sign, providing a deeper understanding of your beauty archetype and how you interact with the world. Exploring the specific degree of your Ascendant allows you to fine-tune your self-awareness, making it possible to elevate your charisma and presence in any social context.

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ARIES – 1°, 13°, 25°: Incorporate red clothing or accessories into your wardrobe, engage in high-intensity physical activities, opt for daring haircuts and styles, experiment with vibrant lip colors, and work on boosting your self-confidence, as inner beauty shines through.

TAURUS – 2°, 14°, 26°: Choose a signature fragrance that exudes sensuality, accentuate your beauty with timeless jewelry pieces, opt for fabrics and textures that feel comfortable against your skin, take your time with beauty rituals, indulge in massages and self-care, and spend time in nature to recharge your energy and maintain a healthy glow.

GEMINI – 3°, 15°, 27°: Emphasize your eyes with playful eyeshadow colors and mascara to highlight your expressive nature, build a wardrobe with versatile pieces that allow you to express different facets of your personality, and experiment with a wide range of makeup looks to match your ever-changing nature.

CANCER – 4°, 16°, 28°: Opt for soft, natural makeup looks that enhance your gentle features, choose clothing that is comfortable and cozy, reflecting your desire for emotional security, and incorporate gentle, nurturing skincare products that cater to your sensitive nature.

LEO – 5°, 17°, 29°: Go for a sun-kissed look, choose regal and luxurious clothing that reflects your royal nature, adorn yourself with elegant and eye-catching jewelry, and experiment with dramatic or blonde hairstyles and colors that draw attention to your hair.

VIRGO – 6°, 18°: Consider going for a natural and minimalistic approach to makeup and fashion, maintain well-manicured nails, choose efficient yet stylish clothing that reflects your practicality and attention to detail, and embrace your critical eye but balance it with self-compassion and self-confidence.

LIBRA – 7°, 19°: Consider hairstyles that highlight your facial symmetry, opt for soft and pastel shades in makeup and clothing, practice good posture to project elegance and grace in your appearance, choose clothing that is elegant and refined, and cultivate inner harmony and peace, as your inner balance is reflected in your outer beauty.

SCORPIO – 8°, 20°: Emphasize your intense and mysterious eyes with smoky eye makeup or eyeliner, incorporate darker and more sensual colors in your makeup and clothing choices, and keep an air of mystery and privacy about yourself, as it adds to your enigmatic beauty.

SAGITTARIUS – 9°, 21°: Incorporate bright and vibrant colors in your makeup and clothing, opt for oversized clothing or sporty fashion that complements your on-the-go lifestyle, and cultivate a sense of wanderlust and curiosity, as it adds to your inner and outer beauty.

CAPRICORN – 10°, 22°: Choose classic and timeless makeup and fashion looks, select neutral and earthy tones, accessorize with high-quality pieces, cultivate self-confidence and authority in your demeanor, and invest in building an elegant wardrobe.

AQUARIUS – 11°, 23°: Build an eclectic wardrobe with a mix of vintage and contemporary pieces, invest in your dental care and skin care, express your individuality through your makeup, hairstyle, and fashion choices, and choose fragrances that are light, airy, and fresh.

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How to Look Like an Heiress: Channeling a Gossip Girl Aesthetic for 2025

There’s something utterly captivating about the effortlessly chic heiress lifestyle. Think Gossip Girl, where the Upper East Side girls never look anything less than perfectly polished, always with a cool, calm air of sophistication. But looking like an heiress isn't just about wearing designer labels—it's about cultivating an entire lifestyle that exudes elegance, confidence, and, yes, a bit of mystery.

If you’ve ever wanted to channel that "heiress" vibe—graceful, high-class, and yes, just a little bit untouchable—this post is for you. Whether you’re dreaming of your own Upper East Side moment or simply want to embody the refined, effortless style of your favorite heiresses, here’s your guide to creating a Gossip Girl-inspired look and aura that screams luxury, sophistication, and timeless elegance.

Step 1: Curate Your Wardrobe Like a True Heiress

The first step to achieving that heiress aesthetic? A wardrobe that reflects both opulence and sophistication. The key is to focus on timeless pieces that exude refinement, without being too “in-your-face” or flashy. Think understated luxury—clothing that speaks volumes without needing to shout.

Key Wardrobe Pieces:

Tailored Blazers and Coats: Channel Blair Waldorf with fitted, structured blazers and luxurious coats. Whether it's a classic trench coat or a long wool coat, make sure it’s perfectly tailored for that "moneyed" look.

Silk and Cashmere: Opt for silk blouses, cashmere sweaters, and other soft, high-quality fabrics. These textures feel luxurious and immediately elevate your style.

The Little Black Dress: A black dress that fits you like a glove will never fail you. Whether for a cocktail party or a lunch date, it's an essential piece that whispers sophistication.

Pencil Skirts and High-Waisted Pants: These styles emphasize an elegant silhouette, giving you that polished, chic appearance that an heiress is known for.

Statement Accessories: Think oversized sunglasses (think Blair Waldorf) and pearls or gold jewelry for a touch of luxury. A vintage Chanel bag or sleek leather tote will add that final polish.

Action Steps:

Invest in a few high-quality, timeless pieces that are versatile and can be worn season after season.

Keep your wardrobe neutral with pops of color like soft pastels, rich jewel tones, and occasional bold statements like red lips or a patterned scarf.

Step 2: Perfect Your Hair and Makeup: Polished, Not Overdone

An heiress never looks too done up, yet her look is always immaculate. Think glossy, sleek hair and makeup that enhances natural beauty, rather than masks it. It’s about subtlety and refinement.

Key Hair Looks:

Sleek, Polished Waves: Soft, defined waves that bounce with volume and shine. Think Blair Waldorf's iconic headband-and-hair combination—hair should always look well-maintained but not overly styled.

Perfectly Groomed Updos: For special occasions, a chic chignon or a low, soft bun creates a polished look. These hairstyles exude sophistication and show that you know how to command attention without trying too hard.

Natural Shine: Make sure your hair has a healthy shine, whether through regular trims, deep conditioning treatments, or products that add gloss.

Key Makeup Looks:

Flawless Complexion: A soft, glowing foundation and concealer for a fresh-faced, porcelain look. Think Blair's perfect, yet natural base.

Subtle, Soft Eyes: Opt for neutral tones on the eyes—think soft browns, taupes, or light golds for a natural, bright-eyed effect. A little eyeliner and voluminous mascara go a long way.

The Perfect Lip: A soft pink or a bold red lip is the classic heiress go-to. A bold lip like Blair's signature red can be a powerful statement without being overdone.

Action Steps:

Keep makeup simple but elegant—think less about trends, and more about classic beauty.

Always make sure your hair is well-groomed, whether it’s in a sleek ponytail or soft waves.

Step 3: Cultivate a Rich Social Life and an Air of Mystery

Looking like an heiress isn’t just about what you wear—it’s about how you carry yourself and the world you move through. Heiresses tend to have a sophisticated social calendar, attending exclusive events and cultivating an air of mystique. You don’t have to be a socialite to create this aura, but you can certainly curate your lifestyle to project elegance and charm.

Social Tips:

Attend High-End Events: Whether it’s a charity gala, a rooftop cocktail party, or a private art gallery opening, make it a point to attend upscale events that align with your image. It’s about being seen at the right places, looking effortless and always poised.

Keep Some Things Private: Heiresses are often mysterious—they don’t reveal every detail of their lives. Keep some of your personal world behind closed doors, and be selective about what you share. Cultivate an aura of exclusivity and intrigue.

Engage in Intellectual Conversations: Being an heiress isn’t just about fashion—it’s also about being well-rounded and cultured. Cultivate interests in the arts, literature, or current events. This will help elevate your social presence and make you someone worth knowing.

Action Steps:

Be selective about the events and people you engage with, always aiming for environments that reflect sophistication.

Maintain a bit of mystery about your personal life. Cultivate intrigue by keeping certain details private or only sharing them with a select few.

Step 4: Develop Confidence with Class

True heiresses—like Serena van der Woodsen or Blair Waldorf—radiate confidence, but it’s never brash or overly showy. They hold themselves with poise, charm, and grace. When you move through the world with confidence, elegance follows naturally.

Confidence Tips:

Master the Art of Conversation: Heiresses are poised and graceful in conversations. Always listen attentively, make eye contact, and speak with clarity and confidence. Avoid interrupting and focus on being an active participant in every conversation.

Carry Yourself with Grace: Stand tall, walk with purpose, and move through spaces as though you belong there. Confidence is not loud; it’s quiet, unshakable, and comfortable in one’s own skin.

Be Mindful of Your Etiquette: Know the rules of etiquette—whether it’s how to set a table, proper dining manners, or how to address different social settings. A woman who knows these unspoken rules always carries herself with grace.

Action Steps:

Stand tall and move with intention—confidence is key.

Be mindful of your body language and posture. Walk and sit with poise.

Step 5: Invest in Quality, Not Quantity

When you look at a true heiress, you’ll notice she has a wardrobe full of timeless, high-quality pieces—not a closet full of trendy items. It’s not about having a lot, but about having the right items that will last for years to come.

Investment Pieces:

Luxury Accessories: Think leather handbags, silk scarves, or a classic watch. These pieces are subtle status symbols and instantly elevate any outfit.

Quality Shoes: Opt for investment shoes in neutral tones—think pointed-toe pumps, classic flats, or heeled boots. They should be well-crafted and versatile enough to pair with any look.

Vintage Pieces: Vintage pieces from high-end brands add a unique, sophisticated flair to your wardrobe. Look for items that tell a story, whether it’s a vintage Chanel jacket or a classic diamond necklace.

Action Steps:

Focus on building a timeless, well-edited wardrobe with high-quality pieces.

Invest in items that hold their value and can be worn for years to come.

Step 6: Master the Art of Subtle Luxury

Finally, remember that luxury isn’t about showing off—it’s about feeling luxurious without shouting it from the rooftops. Heiresses know that the most exquisite things are often the most understated. Think luxurious but subtle: a well-cut suit, a glass of champagne, an evening of quiet reflection in an upscale restaurant.

Action Steps:

Focus on the details—an heirloom bracelet, a fine bottle of wine, a luxurious piece of furniture—all these little elements combine to create an overall feeling of richness and sophistication.

Cultivate an aura of effortless luxury. Whether it's through your surroundings, your mindset, or your wardrobe, everything should feel meticulously curated.

Conclusion: Live Like an Heiress, Own Your Elegance

Looking like an heiress isn’t about having billions in the bank. It’s about adopting a mindset, a lifestyle, and an aesthetic that exude sophistication, grace, and confidence. By curating your wardrobe, perfecting your grooming routine, attending the right events, and embodying timeless elegance, you’ll start to embody the chic heiress vibe that makes everyone turn their heads.

Remember, it’s all about confidence, quality over quantity, and moving through the world with the grace of someone who knows their worth.

[ladydelena]

Can I just say, the fact that the high lords don’t all wear generic crowns in their colors, but it actually ties to their courts makes me happy?and they probably all have quite a few different themed ones?

Tamlin with his burnished gold laurel leaf crown at the wedding that was a courtly version of the calanmai crown he probably dawns each year? And his tithe crown is so suited to more strict moments with its representation of wealth and stability?

Tarquin with his silver cresting waves and blue gemstones for a casual night out on the town? As asymmetrically stunning as the very waters he connects his court to, the blues of the stones glinting with white and green and the depths of the very ocean hidden by the brash, crashing beauty created by the surface?

Helions spiked gold crown as vicious and pointed yet beautiful and picturesque as the suns rays? As warm in color as his skin yet simple and statement making in it power just like helion himself- not needing much adornment to radiate the strength, beauty and deadly power and wicked intelligence he holds?

Rhys has a raven feather crown which makes me wonder if previous highlords of night weren’t just serpentile like the creatures of the hewn city but dark winged and raven featured in some way? (And Feyres crown - complimentary to Rhys isn’t just a newly made item, it existed in tandem with his for previous ladies of night I’m assuming so it ties to the court that way as well?)

Autumn court with its mixture of Medieval English and conqueror era Spanish style in my head? With traditional red and green stones highlighted the most and silver and gold alike, crosses and points to their headwear? Very formal and structured, not just to denote their position, but to reinforce tradition, wealth, class structures, very inline with what I’d assume of the autumn courts viciousness mentioned in the books? Beautiful but vicious.

Winter court with near white shining metals, carved glass and crystal bases for ice diamonds; blue, gray, & frosty fogged stones? Dark blues and wicked gnarled features representing barren branches and shards of ice????

Dawn court with its sweeping elegance and love of beautiful embellishments and pension for color? The people are noted to be largely from Xian as noted by SJM and I always imagine dawn court to be a beautiful mix of Indian and Chinese culture, and the jewelry reflects it, beautifully Intrically carved warm toned metals that depict stories or symbolism entertwined with the culture? Stoned used abundantly yet they’re never garish? They only enhance and bring out the beauty of the crowns and reflect the cultures within the court itself?

(Like I’d love to dive deeper into it and maybe make or paint the crowns one day but that’s a different story)

That’s it that’s the post grammar be darned.

[nyctoaerah]

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Where suguru geto founds himself deeply enamored with satoru's non-sorcerer sister to the point of obsession. ╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Patricide, Sexual Assault, Non-consensual touching, Attempted Rape, Incest, Gore. ╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Non-sorcerer! Reader ╰┈➤𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╰┈➤𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

•───癖好───•

IT HAD BEEN A COUPLE of weeks ever since [Name] had encountered Suguru, and currently, [Name] found herself seated on a comfortable chair with a mirror positioned directly in front of her. She had meticulously styled her hair into an elegant princess-inspired half-up, half-down hairdo; the upper part of her hair adorned with the intricately braided strands that Satoru had woven for her before going out.

Tonight, they were hosting a grand party for some unknown reasons, and though the idea of attending wasn't exactly her preference, Satoru had adamantly insisted, and thus [Name] reluctantly agreed. However, she was determined not to appear disheveled or bring further humiliation upon her esteemed clan.

Taking great care, she applied skillfully chosen makeup, adorning her face with a touch of gray eyeshadow accented by glitters and other luxurious embellishments that Satoru had bought for her.

Her eyeliner possessed a refined precision and her lips were adorned with a soft, yet eye-catching, pink hue.

Her gaze shifted towards the necklace Satoru had given her as a birthday gift the previous year, which, until now, had remained unworn.

It was probably very expensive, considering that Satoru tends to buy her a lot of expensive things. The necklace silver-tone glistened and was encircled by dazzling diamonds.

Adorning this piece were crafted flower-shaped jewels, and at the very center of it all, a resplendent circle housing perfectly cut rubies.

Placing the necklace around her neck, [Name] examined herself in the mirror, feeling a subtle twinge of self-consciousness regarding her appearance.  

‘Do i even look good...?’ she thought to herself, her self consciousness getting the best of her once again.

She was donning a simple azure-hued dress which was enhanced by a few tasteful pieces of jewelry, that again, was given to her by satoru.   Satoru was mostly the one who buys her things as their clan seldom bestowed any items upon her.

What makes this even more remarkable is that Satoru consistently selects the most costly presents to give her. Although [Name] is not unappreciative, she cannot help but perceive these extravagant gifts as too expensive for someone in her circumstances.

Speaking of Satoru, [Name] wanted to ask for his opinion on whether she looked good or she looked like shit. (even though she knows that satoru would always say that she's pretty)

However, Satoru was temporarily absent, presumably occupied with the task of greeting their arriving guests.

Releasing a gentle sigh, her eyebrows knits together as she contemplated whether or not to proceed on going to the damn party.

Discord permeated her relationship with her clan, and vice versa. Yet, Satoru insisted that she attend the party and divulged that they had agreed upon her involvement due to an impending announcement. A flicker of doubt whispered in her mind, speculating that they might subject her to humiliation, but surely, Satoru wouldn't permit such degradation in public, would he? 

he adored her and reciprocated her love; hence, he would shield her from any harm. right? Right? Right? He would protect her.

Her muscles tensed slightly at the sound of the door to her room opening. 

“Satoru?” She swiveled her head towards the entrance, anticipating his arrival. However, to her disappointment, it was not Satoru who crossed the threshold; instead, her father made his way into the room.

Her eyes widened and instantly, her muscles clenched and her jaw tightened as she observed who it was.

‘Shit! What is he doing here?!’

[Name] panicked internally and struggled to put up a relaxed expression.

“O-otou-sama..,” [Name] whispered under her breath, her voice cracking and barely audible as she shakily rose from her seat and placed the pillow on the chair before bowing respectfully—not really wanting to anger her father.

Upon noticing his return, her eyes scrutinized him from head to toe, sensing his gaze on her body which made her uncomfortable .

“You've returned...”

Summoning a smile, she forced herself to feign happiness.

“Welcome back, Otou-sama” she greeted, though her smile was forced and unconvincing. 

Her heart raced within her chest as she averted her gaze, keeping her eyes away from his piercing stare. “If I may speak.. what brings you here?” she inquired tentatively, anxiety griping her every word. 

With each step he took towards her, her father's mere presence sent shivers down her spine. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

“Your father has missed you dearly,” he spoke softly, his touch lingering in an uncomfortably intimate manner. She couldn't help but feel that a father's touch should never be this way. 

He shouldn't touch her like this.

A father should not touch her daughter like this.

“You have grown into a remarkably beautiful woman,” he remarked, his words causing her discomfort. Unpleasant memories resurfaced as she noticed the scent of alcohol emanating from him. 

“Thank you,” she mumbled, finding no solace in the way he had complimented her. It had been five long years since she last saw her father, because he was overseas, and the dude too, was often abusive during her earlier years. However, something about his current behavior unsettled her, creeping her out in an inexplicable way. 

“It must have been quite challenging for you to handle Satoru in that way...” He let out a light chuckle as his fingers gently traced circles on her tense shoulders, causing her to feel a mixture of revulsion and fear. 

Disgusting and utterly repulsive was her father.

“I-it wasn't that bad,” she responded, her voice trembling slightly. Ofcourse, satoru sometimes acts like a man child, but it was only because he hadn't been given the chance to be a child and [Name] loves his brother.

“Satoru is a good person” she stated.

‘Unlike you.’ she added mentally.

“I'll go and call satoru,” [Name] said, her heart racing inside her chest, as if it were about to burst through her ribcage. Her instincts were in overdrive, her flight and fight instincts were screaming at her. She wanted satoru to just come back so bad and take her away from this creep of a pathetic excuse of a father.

“No,” he firmly stated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. 

“Why not?” she questioned.

“Because it would deeply sadden me,” he declared with a touch of theatricality, causing [Name] to resist the temptation to glare at him. 

“You would do anything to keep me happy, right, [Name]?” he questioned, seeking assurance from her as she hesitantly nodded in response. Of course, she had her own boundaries and limits, and she wouldn't go to extremes for his happiness.  

“Beloved daughter,” he whispered in a low voice, and she visibly flinched when his hand began to inch toward her hip. Attempting to distance herself, she took a step back, yet he followed her, backing her into a corner until her back collided with the wall. Her heart raced with unease as his grubby hand veered towards her inner thighs but she swiftly slapped it away and she earned a glare from it.

“Speak as you're told,” he commanded, his words causing her to swallow uneasily. Her response had to be compliant.

“Yes... yes, I will,” she murmured, detesting the tone she was forced to use. The anticipation of Satoru's return grew with each passing moment, as she increasingly felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort, a foreboding feeling that something dreadful was bound to happen.

“You are nothing more than a mere accident that occurred during the prenatal development in your mother's womb, [Name].” he told her and she raised an eyebrow, finding his statement to be random.

Of fucking course, she doesn't fucking need to know that.

She knows that she's an outcast.

She knows that she's just a mistake.

They don't need to remind her about that fucking truth, for she's aware of it.

“Satoru is meant to be a sole child.”

He added.

“But speaking of your mother... She no longer fulfills my needs,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

‘Like i give a damn,’ she thought bitterly.

“Her beauty has diminished,” he uttered, causing her to freeze as his hand stealthily crept beneath her dress. 

“Do you realize how beautiful you are?” he inquired, drawing nearer, subjecting her to the repulsive stench of alcohol.

“I think that you'll be able to satisfy me, daughter.”

His words had a paralyzing effect on [Name], rendering her unable to react or defend herself, it felt as if she was nailed in her place.

“...”

The desire to push him away and slap his hand away was evident, yet she found herself immobilized, as if invisible strings were pulling her to stay still against her own will, like a marionette in the hands of a puppeteer. 

‘Satoru, where are you?!’

 

Looking anxiously at every nook and cranny of the room,  her [E/c] orbs searched desperately for a familiar face: Satoru. The urgency in her grew increasingly intense as she was in dire need of help.

In her time of distress, it was Satoru whom she longed for.  Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. Only Satoru.  His presence could provide the security and support [Name] craved.

It was satoru, always satoru and only satoru.

Her dependency on Satoru was very evident and She was scarily dependent on the white-haired lad. Her fingers curled up as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

“What's that supposed to mean, Otou-sama?” she feigned innocence, cringing internally at herself for sounding so dumb. Certainly, she was fully aware of his intentions. She wasn't intellectually naive by any means. She comprehended precisely what he was alluding to, the repugnant depths of his perverse desires that he was referring to.

The mere thought of it caused an intensely uncomfortable sensation to ripple through her entire being, primarily because she shared a bloodline with him as her own flesh and that she was his blood daughter. 

“Can you explain it?” she asked, trying to look ‘cute and confused’ and making a genuine effort to maintain a composed facade. Yet behind this facade, she was gripped by an overwhelming sense of panic, frantically attempting to stall for time as a means of gathering her thoughts and possibly finding an alternative solution—and for satoru to arrive, ofcourse.

[Name] shivered as his dirty hands ascended towards her delicate face, enclosing it within his grip.

“My daughter, so pure and untainted,” The ugly man uttered, causing a nauseating sensation within her. He sarcastically murmured, emphasizing her purity and innocence. “How adorable,” he remarked, revealing a sinister undertone. With a sinister intention, he offered,

“Stay still, alright?” her father's disgusting voice echoed in her ears.

 

[Name] swallowed thickly, the rhythm of her heartbeat reverberated through her chest with an alarming force, threatening to break free from its bony confines. The sound of blood rushing through her veins seemed to echo in her ears, serving as a reminder of her vulnerable state.

In this vulnerable state, she was left pondering the same question over and over: Where the fuck was Satoru when she needed him the most? 

‘Satoru, where are you? I need you...’

 

As she inhaled and exhaled deep breaths, attempting to calm her racing pulse, the absence of Satoru loomed over her like a dark cloud. Satoru's absence only magnified her sense of helplessness, increasing her yearning for his presence like a beacon of hope.  

“W-what are you doing?”

She squeaked as she experienced a sense of repulsion as she felt his dirty grubby hands clutching at the strap of her dress, as if he wanted to take it off and the mere proximity of his hands filled her with revulsion. She wanted nothing to do with his touch, especially since he was her own father, making the situation even more disturbing.

“Otou-sama.. this is wrong...”

She was a minor. She was 16. He's a fucking adult. This is fucking pedophilia. This was incest. This is infidelity. This is so wrong in so many ways. And more especially, this is sexual assault.

This whole scenario seemed morally and ethically wrong in countless ways. Her jaw clenched tightly, her eyebrows furrowed, and a scowl formed on her face as she directed her intense gaze at him. She was disgusted, angry, and scared.

“Please don't touch me...” she gritted out.

Sensing her disapproval, he paused in his actions and met her gaze with a hint of irritation.    

“Don't you fucking dare to look at me like that,” he uttered with a sharp, venomous tone, as if he wasn't talking to her in a sweet voice before and acting as if he wasn't being a creep earlier and lusting at his own daughter, prompting her to suppress a snarky reply. 

“What do you mean—” 

SLAP

Her [E/c] eyes widened as an abrupt, stinging sensation spread across her face, causing her head to turn to the side due to the force of the slap delivered by her own father. Despite the pain, [Name] remained silent, raising a trembling hand to touch her tender cheek.

The impact of the slap left a prominent, reddened mark on her delicate skin, causing her to clench her teeth together and direct an intense glare towards the ground, desperately holding back tears. 

It was so fucking painful.

Suddenly, [Name] felt his hand cupping her cheeks, a  invasive gesture that further heightened her discomfort. His words only added to her distress as he coldly remarked,

“If you didn't provoke me, I wouldn't have to leave such an imprint on that pretty face of yours.” He then proceeded to openly scrutinize her body, examining every curve and contour, which made [Name] bite down hard on her lip in nervousness, trying to cope with the overwhelming emotions swirling within her. 

“Otou-sama, don't do this” she managed to whisper.

“P-please stop...” She winced in pain, her eyes welling up with tears, but he glared furiously at her and forcefully gripped her throat, applying just enough pressure to leave her gasping for breath. The sensation of his hands crushing her windpipe sent a searing agony throughout her body. 

“You dare command me to halt?” he hissed menacingly. 

“You were practically begging for this, parading around in an immodest dress and presenting yourself like a harlot,” he accused, causing tears to cascade down her face.

[Name] struggled to breathe, her larynx engulfed in excruciating pain. Eventually, he released his grip, allowing her to desperately gasp for air.

[Name]'s throat was ablaze with agony, and she instinctively clutched at her neck while trying to steady her rapid breaths. In truth, she had not worn a provocative dress, but rather a modest and unassuming one. So how could she have possibly provoked him in any way?  

[Name] wasn't begging for it. He was fucking delusional.

In this moment, she longed for Satoru's presence, yearning for his support and help to escape this horrifying situation.

She absolutely despised being trapped in this predicament and her mind continually echoed her brother's name, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru.

[Name] felt an irrepressible urge to scream, to call out for Satoru's help, but she couldn't summon the courage.

“Satoru..” [Name] breathed out shakily, trying to scream but she couldn't do it.

With a heavy heart, she fell into silence as her father began to kiss her neck, an unspeakable violation of the boundaries between a father and his daughter. Helplessness engulfed her entirely as she grappled with overwhelming feelings of disgust, fear, and anger. Why didn't satoru returned? why wasn't he there when she needed him the most? Why wasn't satoru—

A sudden realization washed over her, causing her to come to a halt. It was a frightening realization that she had become excessively reliant and dependent on her older brother.

She found herself unable to defend herself in any situation, constantly relying on him for protection and support. The mere thought of standing up for herself seemed impossible. The depths of her dependency on Satoru was alarming.

As her eyes darted back and forth, her pupils began to tremble, accompanied by a nauseous sensation. 

It was alarming just how reliant she had become on her older brother, Satoru. She couldn't even protect herself; constantly relying on him for both defense and support. She was utterly incapable of standing her ground or facing the world on her own. 

The depth of her dependence became increasingly clear as her very core began to tremble. The nauseating urge to vomit overwhelmed her when her father, with his hand on her waist and thigh, pressed an unwanted kiss upon her shoulders. It was at that moment that she understood the root of her helplessness, connected intrinsically to her reliance on Satoru. This dependence, she couldn't deny, made her vulnerable to abuse.

Her vision became clouded by tears, prickling at the corners of her eyes, as the weight of her powerlessness enveloped her. She couldn't accomplish anything without Satoru by her side. 

She was nothing without satoru.

In her eyes, she saw herself as weak, nothing more than a mere shadow, incapable of even the simplest tasks without satoru's guidance and protection. Her entire identity seemed intertwined with this inescapable dependence, leaving her questioning her worth and purpose. 

She's useless. Just like they had said.

Yet, amidst her turmoil, a glimmer of realization began to take shape within her. Just  because she's a non-sorcerer doesn't necessarily equate to constant reliance on Satoru.

Slowly, she began to understand the necessity of her own dependence if she ever wanted to taste the sweet freedom she so desperately craved; She needed to be independent. No longer did she wish to be shackled by her dependency on Satoru; it was a burden.

In this moment of clarity, she could feel her hands clenching into tight fists, and her knuckles turning white.

When she felt his grimy hands tracing up and down her thigh in a lewd manner, an intense wave of fear surged through her.

Then she screamed, the thoughts of being independent going through the back of her mind as she completely forgot about it.

“SATORU! SATORU! HELP!” she cried out in desperation, as he pushed her father away from her and attempted to escape towards the the door while continuing to scream for satoru, her trembling hand desperately gripping the doorknob as she continued to scream for satoru. She banged on the door loudly, hoping to alert satoru.

“SATORUUU! HE TOUCHED ME!”

Meanwhile, her father grimaced in pain but managed to muster a threatening remark,

“You insolent brat...”

“SATORUUU! OTOU-SAMA IS TRYING TO RAPE M— MMPHH—!!” her voice was abruptly muffled when her father covered her mouth with his other hand, silencing her screams grabbed a handful of her hair, his sharp nails digging painfully into her scalp and she began to sob on his hand.

“Shut up!” he hissed and dragged her forcefully towards the bed and pressed his body against her.

“No one will come to your rescue. They will simply turn a blind eye to someone as pitiful and insignificant as you.” A malicious grin spread across his face, a grotesque display of his sadistic pleasure.

“You are nothing,” emphasizing his contempt for her. The pain intensified as his razor-sharp nails continued their assault on her scalp.

“Poor thing, can't even use jujutsu and yet you dare to talk back to your superiors” he scorned, belittling her inability to utilize jujutsu.

[Name] teared up as she tried to scream but her screams were muffled by his hands. Expressing his derogatory views towards women, he continued,

“Women like you are feeble, incapable of defending themselves, always needing a man to protect themselves” He further degraded her, completely aware that [Name] Is dependent to satoru.

“I bet that if you were given a chance to go out, you would go show your body off to men like a whore, because you are already doing it right now in our house.”

“Women are meant solely to satisfy and serve men, bearing and caring for children.” He let go off her hair with one final and painful tug.

“So you better do your purpose as a woman and satisfy me”

He then pulled at the straps of her dress,  ripping it off. she let out a scream that was muffled by her father's hand, as she squirmed in discomfort as his hands shamelessly explored and fondled her chest.

In a desperate attempt to defend herself, she  delivered a knee strike to his groin, causing her father to emit a pained grunt as he stumbled backwards, ultimately collapsing in agony on the ground.

she tumbled to the ground, falling in a heap alongside her father. The impact caused her elbows to press into his stomach, inflicting a sharp pain that left him gasping for breath. Without wasting a moment, she promptly rose to her feet whilst clenching her teeth together and fixing a piercing glare upon her father.  

She wasted no time seizing a momentary opportunity to unfasten the sharp hairpin that had previously secured her braids. As her lustrous [H/c] colored locks cascaded freely around her face.

Writhing in pain, clutching his injured groin, her father managed to wheeze out in a raspy voice, his words dripping with contempt, “You insolent child!”

Without granting her father even a moment to react, she lunged forward, the pointed end of the hairpin finding its mark in his eye as she stabbed him in the eye. Initially, the sharp tip of the hairpin pierced the delicate iris, causing it to recoil instantly. Blood erupted from the wounded eye, splattering both her and her father as he unleashed a horrifying scream, desperate to rid himself of the searing agony consuming him. 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” she repeated shakily.

Unrelenting, she slammed her feet firmly on his chest, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Crouching over his writhing body, her teeth clenched with as she applied intense pressure, feeling his bony ribs crack beneath the pressure exerted by her mere feet,  causing bone fragments to likely disperse throughout his entire body, inevitably inducing excruciating agony.  

Lost in a blood-red haze, she acted on instinct alone, unaware of her own capabilities and the reasons fueling her actions. However, the satisfaction derived from defending herself against her tormentor overwhelmed any semblance of rational thinking.

Driven by an insatiable thirst for vengeance, she plunged the hairpin deeper into his eye, mercilessly breaking through the fragile barrier of the eye itself. With a twist of the hairpin, she targeted and severed the optic nerves, thoroughly obliterating his vision. All the while, her father's cries of agony served as an eerie soundtrack to her brutal assault.  

However, she remained unsatisfied with the extent of his injuries.

Suffering from fractured ribs and a severely injured eye proved to be insufficient in punishing him adequately. The gravity of his sins, which involved attempting to sexually assault her and subject her to abuse, demanded a far greater retribution. He undoubtedly warranted a punishment of a much higher magnitude.  

He deserved this for looking at her in such a dirty way. He deserved this for trying to rape his daughter. He deserved this. He deserved every single part of it.

Her father was still writhing on the ground, uttering agonizing screams. With her free hand, she began to gouge his eyes using her fingers. The crimson liquid spurted onto her palm, and the squelching noises resonated in her ears as she pressed her fingers into his eyeball, causing them to penetrate the outer layer—the sclera, and eventually piercing through the iris. As her fingers continued their destructive path, they shattered and obliterated the delicate lens within the eye, she delved even deeper into the eye socket, curling her finger upwards and effortlessly piercing through the gel-like vitreous humor, permanently robbing him of his ability to see.

The sensation of the eyeball squirming under her touch intensified his torment, causing him to cry out in excruciating pain.

She then finally distanced herself from the horrific scene, leaving behind the haunting image of the hairpin penetrating his eye, her trembling hands glistened with crimson liquid. Breathing heavily, she bore the weight of her strenuous exertion.  But she wasn't satisfied yet.

Making her way back to her previous spot, she seized the chair and  launched it at his defenseless body, a reflection of the fury in her trembling eyes. She was grateful for being away from the other rooms and she was grateful the blaring music that drowned out the sound, for she knew the wretched screams of her father, an abomination seeking to violate her, would go unheard.

Unleashing her pent-up rage, she struck him repeatedly with the chair, causing his face to become disfigured and adorned with grotesque wounds. A broken nose and a swollen, battered lip, gouge out eyes were the least of his deserved punishments—and many more.

How dare he kiss her space with his repulsive, chapped lips? How dare he tarnish her with his grimy hands? The chair continued to collide with his wretched body, until it succumbed to the sheer force, shattering into fragments. The pieces, now stained with blood, came to rest on the floor, which too had become drenched in the crimson fluid of the disgusting man.

Breathing with intensity, she was overwhelmed by the putrid aroma of her father's blood permeating her senses, finding it as repulsive as his very presence. In response, she made a conscious decision to inhale solely through her mouth, bypassing the revolting scent.

She clenched her fists tightly and repetitively punched him. The force behind each blow became so relentless that her own knuckles ruptured, causing her blood to intermingle with his as she persistently aimed to annihilate him.

As she delivered her punches, she could audibly discern the sound of his skull fracturing. The exertion of her physical strikes caused her breath to become labored, each inhalation eliciting a searing pain in her chest, and with every exhale, it felt as though her lungs were on the verge of bursting. In addition, her windpipe seemed engulfed in an inferno, intensifying her discomfort.

As she readied her hand once more for impact, the sight of her knuckles, now exposed and vulnerable due to the blistered skin, revealed the delicate hue of her light brown bones.

She experienced excruciating pain throughout her entire body, but she paid it no mind and  pierced through the flesh of his countenance, the contact between her hand and his skull sending a shudder through her being.

But it wasn't enough. She wasn't satisfied yet

•───癖好───•

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 35 Preview

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"You are almost ready," Yelena said with a smile, just after the stylists left. "Now the jewelry."

You paused, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your gown was an exclusive creation by a top designer, a beautiful sleeveless, a-line creation in layers of tulle, sequins, and matte satin. Shades of pale blue and gold transformed you, enhanced by the ornate way your hair was done, the subtelty of your carefully applied makeup. Beneath you wore the most elegant little gold heels that were surprising comfortable despite their minimal style. The stockings were sheer, hugging your upper thighs just below the skimpy ice-blue panties you wore.

The mention of jewelry brought up an unhappy memory and you knew Yelena recalled it too when your gaze met hers. How your husband's ex-mistress smuggled her necklace in for you to wear on another special occasion had never been solved.Had it been Neal? Hansen? A reminder from the not-too-distant past that your enemies could reach you at any time. A reminder to be vigilant. 

"What jewelry?" you asked carefully.

Yelena smiled. "I picked it up myself," she told you, lifting a delicate strand of diamonds set in gold from a black velvet box on the bed. 

When she draped it around your throat, you smiled at the way it completed your look. There were matching earrings, diamond studs each with a teardrop diamond dangling and catching the light. The set was exquisite. 

"Harry Winston," your friend told you, admiring how they looked on you.

"Nice of them to loan them to us for the ball," you told her, grateful you got to wear them. 

Yelena reached for the golden mask on the bed, holding it to you. "No loan. Steve bought them."

What?

"These must have cost a fortune," you mused. They probably cost more than everything else you owned combined. "Glad you're going with us. I'd hate to get mugged for these."

Yelena grinned. "Security is going to be tight already with the mayor there, one of the state senators. So many wealthy, important people like you."

That had you scoffing. "I'm no one special. At least not in the world of such important, political figures."

"But you are," Yelena told you. 'The fact that everyone wants you has been a powerful motivator in this game of chess. Your husband is completely devoted to you. Barnes would love to get his hands on you."

"Barnes would ring my neck the first chance he got," you pointed out.

Yelena's expression was difficult to read. "I'm not so sure about that."

"Hansen would for sure kill me," you said, putting your mask in place carefully. A soft mask of golden sequins that fit over your eyes. 

Yelena's gaze dropped at the mention of that name and you were ashamed. You needed to work harder not to bring that up to her. And you needed a subject change. Fast.

"Who's going to be here with Nat tonight?" You weren't surprised Nat didn't want to go. She'd been through so much between the horrific end of her abusive marriage and all trauma of years being left to the sadistic nature of Banner. You wanted to make sure she was well looked after while you and Steve were gone.

"Clint is staying here of course," Yelena said quietly. "Dyson will be here too. He's arranged for extra security for the house tonight."

You nodded your approval. "What about Scott?"

"He's coming with us," Yelena explained. 

That had you smiling. Sure, Scott would keep you and Steve safe, but he also got time with Yelena. You were pretty sure Yelena knew Scott's infatuation with her. Would she ever return his affections? You didn't know. Considering her tragic history, you weren't sure she could feel the same way towards him or anyone. But since you'd known Scott, you learned he was a good man who always had your back and never once questioned your authority. You trusted him with your life. You trusted him with Yelena, too.

But would she ever give him - or anyone - a chance after all that she'd been through?

You blew out an exhale, preparing yourself for the night ahead. "I guess we should let Steve know that I'm ready."

"He knows," a deep voice caught you and Yelena both off guard. 

Your husband strolled into the bedroom and Yelena stepped back to allow him a clear path to you. He looked breathtakingly handsome in the classic black tuxedo he wore, tailored perfectly to fit his tall, broad-shouldered physique. His tawny hair was perfectly styled, diamond cufflinks winking in the light. His tie was shades of gold and blue to match your gown, a subtle touch but one you appreciated.

Steve moved to stand behind you in the mirror of your vanity, bending to fit his handsome face in the reflection with yours. 

"You look so beautiful," he said with something like reverence in his voice. "I can't wait to show you off."

"I'll be downstairs," Yelena said, making her way out to give you some privacy. "We worked very hard on her, boss. Don't mess her up."

Steve smiled at what he took as a playful warning, his large hands smoothing over your bare shoulders. Slowly, you removed the mask, placing it in your lap with your hands. His watchful gaze didn't miss the slight tremble of their movements.

"Everything is going to be fine," he explained. "I've been to this event before. All the rich, politic elite of Boston come out dance and drink the night away and wallow in excess. It's probably Tony's favorite night of the year."

You could see it. And you were excited to go to the annual masquerade ball, as Steve's wife and not his trophy, and to enjoy a fabulous night on the town. You felt like Cinderella, going to the ball in the gown that truly looked as if magic had created it.

But you couldn't fight back an impending sense of dread. It had been so quiet in the weeks of your recovery and Steve's. Life went on. You were included in all the family's business meetings. The family business had recovered and was branching out, deals with three of the other four families made things even better. 

Not that you agreed with all of it. You weren't crazy about the loan sharking or protection deals the family made. The casinos and restaurants didn't bother you as much. And at least the family wasn't making any money off drugs or trafficking. Some of the stories you heard now that you were more involved were just horrified. You made up your mind early that no matter what, you'd never allow the family to make money off the misfortunes of women and children. Never.

It had been very quiet where the Barnes family was concerned. Too quiet.

"I'll  be the envy of every man there tonight," he murmured, pressing a kiss into your neck. The soft brush of his beard made you shiver.

A sensual smiled curved Steve's lips. "Are you ready?"

You nodded. You trusted your husband. You were going to do your best to have a wonderful night, just like he intended.

And still that little kernel of dread lingered.

You felt like you were in an old Hollywood movie to walk down the staircase on your husband's arm with the gown flowing softly with your movements. Honestly, you were grateful for Steve's help in keeping you balanced, relieved when you made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Dyson, Yelena, Scott, Clint and Nat were a small crowd, watching in admiration as you approached. Nat's smile was all you needed to feel like you got the look right. Her lovely green eyes lit up as her gaze swept over you. 

"You look perfect," she exclaimed, carefully hugging you. "I knew that gown was the one."

Nat had been the one to find it when the two of you went out shopping. And you were all too happy to give her the credit. You knew very little about fashion, seasons, all of it. You would learn. But until you did, it was nice to have the advice of someone who already understood it.

As Nat stepped back, you forced yourself to smile. She still looked so small, so frail. She had yet to gain weight and regain her amazing figure. Your sister-in-law seemed fragile, even with the protection and love of the man she'd always wanted. Even with the full support and love of her brother. It worried you.

Dyson looked worried too, but as you did, he put on a quick smile. "You two had best get going. The line at dropoff takes forever."

"True enough," Steve said, nodding to Yelena and Scott.

You stopped to hug Dyson. "Keep her safe for me," you whispered.

"You know I will," he muttered.

Steve whisked you away to the sleek black limousine waiting in the driveway. Scott climbed in behind the wheel and Yelena rode shotgun as Steve got you into the back seat, helping you keep your gown away from the doors. Once you were settled, you studied your husband. Something was missing.

"Did you bring a mask?" you asked him. 

Steve smiled, pulling a small black mass from inside his tuxedo coat. No sequins, just a matte black mask he could wear. But he wasn't interested in the mask as he fidgeted with it. He was too busy staring at you.

"Are you excited?" he asked.

You couldn't help the smile that question brought on. "Yes."

Steve looked pleased. "As time goes on and things settle down, we'll get out more. Do more things like this. You look like a fairytale princess tonight."

Tears pricked at the backs of your eyes at his heartfelt words. He meant them. He was taking you out to a society function, dressed you up like you were going to the fucking Oscars. A night out like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You'd been excited since he told you he got the tickets two weeks ago.