#Nina x Azure

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NINA THE STARRY BRIDE KISSING AZURE & SETT + BONUS: ALMOST KISS

[lauraagrace]

I've seen a few people say that we're entering into a shoujo anime renaissance and it feels really true!

I'm excited to see Nina and Azure on screen when the #anime airs! 🤩

(Yes, I am #TeamAzure for the three volumes I've read! 🤣 Sett fans please don't hate me! 🙈)

[laestoicaotaku]

I watched the anime for the same reason.

[dualemblems]

Nina the starry bride is off to a promising start. We cannot wait for more

[justwinginglife]

Waiting For You

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Twenty One December 21st: Prince Azure Seth Fortna, Rank 5 Anime: Nina The Starry Bride Event Masterlist

Death was less like an old friend and more like a business partner, but you were well acquainted all the same. You’d send souls to keep it company in the Underworld and in exchange, it’d pardon your sins just a little while longer. 

It wasn’t like you wanted to kill; it was just the only opportunity you were ever allowed and you weren’t one to fight fate. You accepted that killing was all you were good at and all you were good for. Everyday, you waited for Death to claim your last breath; you waited for it to tell you that this time, you’d committed too many sins, this time you’d wronged too many people. But you always lived to draw breath the next morning, so you stayed your path.

When you’d grown quite the name for yourself, you were called upon by the King of Fortna. You’d thought it a trap, thought it your reckoning. You never could’ve imagined that he’d swear you to secrecy, offering to pay your weight in gold to kill his son and then forget about it. You wondered what the Second Prince, Azure Seth Fortna, had done to deserve such a punishment. It wasn’t your place to wonder, but still you wondered anyway. Your previous missions had always been so black and white. A tyrant needed replacing, a lover had turned traitor, a murderer was to be condemned. Everyone you’d killed had a reason to be killed. As far as you could tell, Azure had none. Now, it certainly didn’t change what you had to do; either way, you had a bounty to collect. But it was impossible not to ruminate on such a strange situation. 

You’d always known Azure to be a good, kind-hearted prince. Of course, you’d never met him personally in your line of work, but it was impossible to take a single step in Fortna without hearing how the young and old alike, how the rich and poor alike, how the women and men alike, all spoke of him and the ways he’d changed the kingdom for the better. If the world was always so black and white, like you’d previously thought, then you were black and he was white. You were stained and he was pure. You were dark and he was light. He was just good to his core. So why was he the target of the king?

After your more irrational thoughts won out, you proceeded to trail him to satisfy your curiosity; you wanted to see if he was really the man everyone said he was or if the king had been justified in ordering his execution. So now you spent your days observing the Second Prince. And the more you followed him, the less you wanted to kill him. Really, you faulted the king for not giving you a specific timeline on when to kill him. Because now, how could you kill the man who’d worked to provide funding for orphanages? How could you kill the man who’d single handedly improved trade routes by commanding the construction of bridges and roads, creating jobs in the process? How could you kill the man who fought beside his soldiers in the trenches like his life was worth no more than theirs? And the more you followed him the more you realized that maybe it was because he didn’t realize his life had any worth. 

When you’d discovered that the King had sent multiple assassins after Prince Azure -seriously, just what had he done to incur the King’s wrath?- just in case one wasn’t enough to kill him, you fought them all off in the shadows, telling yourself that it was only so you could collect the bounty that was rightfully yours that you sent them to their graves, but when you realized that Azure had noticed the attempts on his life and simply didn’t care, you wondered if maybe the reason you’d protected him was because you’d wanted to save him, maybe you’d wanted him to want to live, maybe you’d wanted to give him a reason to live. And maybe you couldn’t watch from the sidelines anymore. 

“So, you approach at last. Although, I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting a woman to be the one following me.”

You gave a slight laugh as you emerged from the shadows. “And what were you expecting, Your Highness? A hulking barbarian? A shady swordsman?”

“I was expecting you to reveal yourself much sooner at the very least. You’ve not even tried to kill me. Why wait?”

“Maybe I was enjoying the show.”

“If you’ve been watching so closely, then you should know that I won’t die until my kingdom is secure. Once I’ve finally made all the arrangements to ensure its prosperity, you may then claim your reward.”

You’d known he was like this from the beginning, but you didn’t expect him to just come right out and say it, and you certainly didn’t expect the way his words would stir something so deep within you, something you never could’ve expected. You’d always considered yourself rotten to the core, not because you were inherently evil, but because you’d never tried or cared to be better. You were nothing like him. Nothing like his pure good. You were surviving the only way you knew how and  you’d never needed or wanted to learn otherwise. But the way he sounded just now, like he was just waiting to die, he almost sounded like you. And you wondered if maybe you had more in common than you might’ve originally thought. You hoped so. Maybe he was your redemption. Maybe he was so much more. 

You took a step towards him and he reached for his sword. He didn’t trust you, and for good reason. You tossed him your sword in response. He caught it, eyes widening in surprise at the voluntary relinquishment of your weapon. If he was shocked at your actions before, he was even more so when you then laid on the grass beside him and pulled out a pouch. 

“You haven’t eaten since this morning- you need to eat.” You took a piece of bread out, but upon realizing he was still surveying you cautiously, you laughed and took a bite before offering it to him, saying, “It’s not poison, see? Just a bit dry.”

After a moment’s contemplation, he finally took it, watching you curiously as he ate beside you. “You’re the strangest assassin I’ve ever met.”

“You meet a lot of assassins?” You munched on a cube of cheese, passing him one as well. 

The edge of his lip twitched in amusement as he accepted your offering. “…I kill a lot of assassins.”

“Would you kill me?”

“Well,” He bit back a smile, “Not after you’ve just fed me lunch. Maybe I’ll try around dinner.”

You laughed at that. “Ahh, so a dinner date then. Have to admit, death never sounded so good.” 

He shook his head at you in wonder. There was just something about you that was intriguing and he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the way you’d surrendered your weapon to him without even thinking. Maybe it was the way you’d just officially met and you were already trying to take care of him. Maybe it was the way you spoke about dates and death so easily. Maybe it was the way he found himself glancing over at you, taking in the curve of your jaw, or the strands of your hair, or curl of your lashes. Maybe it was all of this combined. Or maybe he was losing his mind. 

“You don’t fear death- why is that?” You pondered aloud, your tone nonchalant, but he knew you were aching to know the answer.

He gave a light scoff. “What a bold thing to say. You know, I could ask the same of you.”

You shrugged. “If Death comes to claim me, it’s only what I deserve. My life has always been forfeit, I’m only waiting for the bill to come due.”

His brows furrowed as he contemplated the weight of your words. He’d never met an assassin so abject before. Of course, then again, he’d never met anyone like you before. But he could understand some of your sentiment at the very least. He’d felt like an imposter his whole life, but at least he’d had a purpose. Now that the First Prince had been born and was to ascend to the throne in his stead, his purpose had been taken from him. So, in a way, he was exactly like you- waiting to die, waiting to be of no further use. His life had never been his to control and maybe yours had been the same. Maybe you were the only one who understood just how painful it was to grow apathetic about your predetermined fate. Maybe fate’s final gift was meeting you, before Death came to claim him too. 

Sensing that you’d stumbled across something sensitive and not wanting to pry any longer -even your curiosity had its limits- you suddenly changed the subject. “Out of the two of us, who do you think would win in a fight?” 

Your ridiculous words immediately derailed his train of thought and he had to laugh; it was impossible not to. There was just something so bizarre and yet so highly comical about the fact that you could go from discussing matters as serious as death to instigating a battle of skill in a matter of seconds. 

You raised a brow. “The Prince can laugh?”

“The Prince is only human, after all.” He said, with a small smile. Then he tossed your sword back to you. “Why don’t we find out the answer to your question?”

He stood up, assuming a fighting stance, and gesturing for you to make the first move.

You smirked. “Shall we state our terms before we begin? After all, it’d be a shame for me to get beheaded for treason when I win.”

He crossed his arms, scoffing. “And here I thought you didn’t care whether you lived or died.”

“I don’t, but it’d just be embarrassing to die by a sore loser’s hand,” You teased.

“If you thought you’d win so easily, then why bother asking which one of us would come out on top in a fight?” He raised his sword, itching for action now that you’d baited him on. 

“I believe I was being what you call ‘nice.’” 

He was waiting for you to pull yourself from the ground, waiting for you to stand and face him like an honorable opponent, you knew he was. He’d even given you a moment to unsheath your blade. But you weren’t honorable, not in the slightest. From your position laying on the ground, you swung your leg out suddenly, sweeping his feet out from under him. Now he was on the ground and you were leaping into an offensive position, aiming your sword at his chest. 

“Are you so ashamed of your own skills that you can’t duel fairly?” He taunted, quickly countering your blade, before uprighting himself. 

And now you were both circling each other, blades drawn.

“Are you so limited by your honor that you can’t imagine a foe attacking through less than honorable means?” You retorted back, daring to flick your sword out for a strike or two and being met with his blade in counter every time. 

“I’ll admit that it was rather foolish of me to think that the girl who offered me a meal unprompted would retain that same decency in a fight.” Suddenly, he was lunging at you. You only had time to dodge. 

When you’d finally put enough space between the two of you to regain comfortable footing, you launched a counterattack. He parried with ease, but the force with which you’d attacked him had him locked in a defensive position and parrying was all he could do for the moment.

Your blades clashed several times before he decided it was his turn to play dirty. “If you were serious about that dinner date earlier, I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

You stumbled for a brief second but it was enough. He forced your sword from your hand and it clattered to the ground. 

You held your hands up in surrender. “What a move- distracting me with the promise of your attention. I see the Prince is not so honorable after all.”

He chuckled, amused. “It wouldn’t have worked so well had you not been so eager to believe me.”

“And what if I am eager? What if I’d like to get to know you?”

“As opposed to your assignment of killing me?”

“I’ve already decided how you’ll die.” You responded simply.

He raised a brow, intrigued. “Do enlighten me. How should I die?”

“Old age.”

He grew quiet at your words. Two simple words but they’d meant everything to him. Two simple words and you’d given him permission to live, to keep on existing, to keep on fighting. Two simple words and a lifetime that followed them. Two simple words and he was already yours.

“I am not a prince,” He admitted finally. He wondered what you’d do with this information, if you’d rescind your prior sentiment. He watched as you processed his words, confused as to their meaning. “I am not a prince-” He repeated, “I am merely an imposter, sent to live as a replacement for the king’s departed son. I have no royal blood in me. I am only as useful as my title and my title is worth nothing at its core. I’m worth nothing, I have no real value to offer. So what do you say now?”

You flicked him in the forehead and he took a startled step backwards. “I may be a killer, but I am not a liar, Azure Seth Fortna. I told you- I’ve already decided how you’ll die. Do you intend to make a liar out of me now?”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “No, of course not. But I’m afraid I must impose one condition on your ruling.”

You snorted, crossing your arms. “The Prince who’s not a prince wants to command something of me? Go on then, what is it?”

“Stay by my side.”

Your heart thundered in your chest, as if realizing how to beat properly for the first time in your life. 

He swallowed, realizing the severity of his words. But he wasn’t about to take them back now. Straightening his posture, he continued, “If you’re to sentence me to a long life, you must bear its weight with me; that is my only condition.” When he realized you’d gone silent, he added, “Besides, who else is to entertain me if not you? Victory won’t taste nearly as good if it isn’t you I’m beating.”

Your brow twitched. “I’m sorry, were you under the impression that you’d spend the rest of your life winning our matches? Now that I know you play dirty, you can be sure I’ll be assuming victory in our next fight and every fight following it, for as long as we both live.” You declared defiantly.

His posture finally relaxed and he even smiled. You’d agreed. You’d stay by his side. You’d make life worth living. You’d make rainy days bright and sunny days even brighter. You’d turn wrinkles into trophies, turn happiness into a lifetime.

He’d spent his whole life waiting to die, but maybe he’d just been waiting to live.

Maybe he’d just been waiting for you.

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Nina the Starry Bride

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[hwaightme]

Avaritia

THIS IS 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI FOR CAPTAIN'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist)

⚫ pairing: ceo/sugar daddy!hongjoong x assistant/afab!reader ⚫ genre: smut... just smut really ⚫ summary: everything has a price, but sugar makes this truth so much sweeter. no matter what he says, hongjoong will buy that new purse for you, will flaunt you in front of his business partners, and will make sure you know you are his. ⚫ wordcount: 8.3k ⚫ warnings/tags: MINORS DNI, tried to edit - lost it - bon appetit, language, teasing, on a flight, a lot of money, wealth, first world, brand name dropping harder than San in the logs, hj is a sweetheart, mc is needy but in denial, full avarice mode lmk if anything else, nsfw tags and playlist rec under the cut ⚫ taglist: @doom-fics @layzfeelit @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo ⚫ network tags: @k-labels @ateezlovenet @kflixnet ⚫ a/n: Sometimes, I am calm. Other times (read 'all the time) I am getting wrecked by everyone in ATEEZ. Here is what Balmain Joong did to me. Any comments, reblogs much loved; we spiraled into madness (hail sucrose pop, glucose father joong lol)

⚫ nsfw tags: daddy/baby girl dynamic, sugar daddy, reader is a 'doll', soft dom!hj (literally cannot stay mad at mc), overstimulation (seriously what is hj doing to mc...), fingering, mile high club, blowjob, deepthroating, dacryphilia, possessiveness, dirty talk, sex on a desk, unprotected sex (wrap that before you tap that) ⚫ playlist recs: Five Star Hotels by RAYE | Sugar Daddy by Qveen Herby | SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY Remix by Amaarae | Greed by Shreea Kaul | Mile High by Salina Killa | Do I Move You? by Nina Simone | Money Power Glory by Lana Del Rey

Why was it that when real business was being discussed, the location of choice was always the most extravagant, exotic, luxurious oasis? Everything about the resort screamed unaffordable. 'Exclusive' written in blood on the pristine white sands, only to be washed away by azure blue waves to colour sea foam you could swear was whipped up in a divine patisserie. A perverse flavour inaccessible to the majority but driving the decisions that ruled the world. It was challenging to not become partial to the taboo indulgence when it was handed to you on a silver platter together with a tailor-made career. Anyone would need to acclimatise to what most considered a distant fantasy, but a few flights on a private jet later did wonders in curing the delirium of the average and introducing an insatiable materialism.

Thus, you were not particularly bothered when your boss requested you book another retreat to a private resort in the middle of the ocean - considering the business's cash flow and offshore 'pocket money', this was not too different from your routine trip to the cafe down the street to get his 'coffee' - more sugar than caffeine but this was a secret that you were to keep to the grave; it was written in small print on your contract. It was easy to book when you just needed to send out a few messages to staff and drop a name to any external service people at the right time. Their reaction, stuttering and need for clarification never failed to be amusing; even the most outrageous demands gained appeal once the won, euro, dollars, whatever they wanted from the global wallet, began to stack up. Green bills, green trees - in a twisted way, these boys who liked to play the role of the all-seeing and all mighty were farmers too. And fruits of their labour were always the sweetest.

Sure, you worked hard and had your own path that you could have followed. Even had a degree to prove that you had at least an ounce of dedication. But what would it give you, in fact, what did it give you before your renaissance? Crumbs. Sheer crumbs, student debt and a chronic migraine. But as it turned out, a couple hundred k did wonders when it came to personal health and wellbeing. And on top of that, the myriad of other benefits that your current lifestyle had, had the ability to crush any argument and accusation hurled in your direction, of which you had many. You had figured out soon enough that diamonds were your real best friend, while those who you had considered your ride or die evaporated as soon as they saw you wearing designer. And that had been when the best you could ask for was old collections, and widely available products. You were not lonely. You had too many hats to wear, and a very demanding man, by the name of Kim Hongjoong, to entertain. And one who currently had his eyebrows furrowed, a couple of unruly strands of hair perking up out of his otherwise slick business ‘do, glasses barely holding onto the tip of his beautifully sculpted nose, and was leafing through the papers he had asked you to prepare for the duration of the flight.

For the CEO of a global company, and the heir to an even larger network, he sure as hell was incredibly young. You did not envy his turmoil and exposure to stress one bit, almost feeling sorry and in part guilty, since percentages of his spendings were technically lost on you. There had even been instances when you found yourself sat in a dark room, laptop screen aglow and on a blank page, with you wondering how one crafted a resignation paper. But once you and Hongjoong could have even a couple of moments alone, when he would ravish you, make and call you his and reveal to you all the things he had planned that could not be reflected on his calendar, that document would be promptly deleted and recycle bin emptied. Your ‘relationship’ had been this way since the one meeting, in his main office, on a bright and early morning.

He had called you up into his office and simply told you that he had another ‘job opportunity’ for you. At that point you had been desperate, with financial problems endlessly piling up, from debt to your family’s hospital fees to bailing your estranged brother out of prison. And to make things unethical – Hongjoong had known this. He had done his research – more specifically, he had asked some colleagues in his company, ones who you would never suspect, to snoop around and find out more about you. And as it turned out, you were the perfect candidate for ‘being treated right’ by him, while bearing the title and carrying out the formal façade of secretary and personal assistant duties. In his practice, as well as his father’s and partners’, this was probably the most stable relationship they would ever get in life, so might as well be picky.

Initially, you had simply become a receiver of gifts. Pretending like this was Hongjoong’s love language, you were touched and did not think much of it. Maybe through these purchases he was moving money in ways it should not be moved, but you could not care less – not your problem, not your area of expertise, you had the outcome, and the outcome was something like a crocodile leather bag or a dress fresh off the runway. Hongjoong had insisted on picking every single item out for you, letting his controlling executive side win over. He had explained that you had to look like ‘the prettiest doll in the world’ for him, and for that he needed to check for quality. After a couple of months, however, such sugary sweet presents had been reserved for special occasions, and for the rest, money was wired directly to a new, account, a platinum card he had opened for you and given you. To just step into the consultation room with his portfolio manager and private banking consultant had felt like you were cheating existence. You had been a lowly assistant to an assistant before. And now, decked out in Dior, were sat beside one of the most influential men in the modern era of this industry, letting him hand you eye-watering sums as if it was a couple of coins for a pack of gum.

Now, well, now you were conflicted. As months had turned into a year and were now approaching the two-year mark if you could remember correctly, your ‘relationship’ had started to feel more and more like a real one. Hongjoong had caught himself divulging details of experiences that he had never spoken about with anyone before. And nowadays, when you had sex, it felt less like a mindless fuck and more like making love, with the man expressing more than he ever could with every hot touch, press of his lips to yours, even his lustful intensity had gained a new colour. You could feel that he was confused, but would not dare let go of you – you knew that he put your name down on some very important documents, after all. As such, it was a rare but unbelievable pleasure to push Hongjoong’s buttons and get him all riled up for you, just so he could expel that pressure and that tension from a busy work day out on you. You were that caring of a personal assistant. And wanted him to keep on talking. Keep on telling you his deepest darkest secrets. You wanted to be a part of him, the hedonistic side, the one that seized the day and knew how to enjoy the earthly realm without counting and fighting.

For the flight to the resort and extended series of meetings with key business partners, you had chosen to wear an outfit that you knew Hongjoong was unravelled by. It was a black and white Prada poplin mini dress that did wonders to accentuate your curves and edges, and was paired with some classic, black leather, So Kate Louboutin heels and gold accessories to match the dainty little buttons on the dress. Really, this was dress number two since the last one had been quite literally torn off you by none other than your boss, but he did not want to ruin the night and as such, had promised to contact the house of fashion itself to get an exact replica of the limited edition garment. And this man kept his promises. But right now, even though you were sat in the private office in his jet, with the bodyguards safely outside, lounging and doing whatever bodyguards did to occupy themselves, he was not paying attention to you at all. Only winding himself up more with those compiled quarterly reports that you were now regretting having finalised them and bringing them at all. What was the worst that you would have gotten had you not done the task? A spanking? Oh, how scary… you have had it rougher on a casual and uneventful day. Now you needed to get creative to get his attention, and being needy would not do. So very slowly, gazing out of the window at the clouds your were drifting past, you crossed your legs, revealing the legendary red bottoms of the heels you were wearing, and reached for the notebook and pen that were just peeking out of your handbag. Unbeknownst to you, you already had his attention with your abrupt change of pattern. Normally you would be on your phone, or typing away on your laptop, even remaining idle would be more characteristic, so Hongjoong’s interest was piqued by the little planner that contained all your thoughts and actions. He slouched back in his seat, and raised he papers a little higher, so that he could steal glances at you more discreetly.

You were paying no mind to what your boss was up to, preoccupied by the cream pages and the visualisation of the figure in front of you, but in your mind. Sometimes, when work was slow, you had taken to doodling random people around the office, as well as sketching out a variety of landscapes that took your fancy. Though the main subject was always Hongjoong. You had gotten quite good at picturing his facial features and depicting them even in a few lines, catching his micro expressions and shift in body language. There were also a couple of drawings you had done with him as a live model, though he was asleep and in the nude, so no one was ever going to know about that – you had stashed them away in a safe hidden behind the drawers of your desk. It only made sense that he was in most of your drawings: after all, he was the man who had bestowed upon you such unimaginable riches and a quality of life so drastically improved, that you had no choice but to worship him. He had made you who you were now. A shining diamond.

And this shining diamond was a little too bright for him to keep on focusing on the profit and loss analysis. After about ten minutes of frustrating silence, he dropped the papers onto the table in front of him and leaned to put his elbows on its edge. You had still not raised your eyes at him – something that you normally did nearly on instinct since you were so in tune with his gestures, which made Hongjoong inhale aggressively. His previously neutral expression had turned into a scowl as he raised an eyebrow and gave you a onceover. His precious doll was up to something.

“What are you doing?” though the question was simple, his voice was dangerously low. But you could not be threatened by a good time. You kept your eyes trained on the page as your hand moved methodically to hatching the shadows of his, as of not too long ago, brilliant blond locks, ones you adored to run your hands through whenever you had the chance. Which was a rare occurrence outside of the ‘bedroom’, but still.

“Just noting some things down, Mister Kim.” Though he had insisted that you call him Hongjoong when you two were alone, it had been a challenging transition to get used to. But at least it gave you ample opportunity for… discouraging him further. He liked for everything to run like a well-oiled machine, with his eyes reading a business strategy in anything and anyone. You had no doubt that that was how he was scrutinising you now. Equal parts assessing the attitude and doting on you.

He was a sweetheart treating his favourite toy. Talking competitive analysis and takeovers in the morning, and clinking glasses with you at an exclusive Michelin star restaurant in the evening. And to think that you were the only one, aside from his family, who got to see more than one side of him was an intriguing notion. Actually, scratch that. Certain things you were sure to be the only one taking care of. Take his nasty habit of overworking, which you had called out even if it was just you feeling bored: all work and no play made Hongjoong a dull boy, and thus, less likely to compensate for your presently aimless sitting around.

“By colouring the entire page? Not good to lie to me, you know that.” Of course. When it came to matters of business, for example, this man had ears everywhere, had infiltrated every other competitor and had become a spider in the corporate world. He would probably find out someone was cheating on their spouse sooner than the spouse themselves. When it came to you, however, he did not have your intricate neural network mapped out just yet. He could only fluff up his feathers and put on airs.

“It is only ink, Mister Kim. And surely the ink to paper ratio is not more than the balance sheet on page twenty seven.” You purposefully moved away from his interrogation, subliminally reprimanding him from stopping his concentration. The ghost of a smirk was gracing your lips, hidden by hair that had fallen to perfectly frame your delicate facial features. Hongjoong still had not corrected you on using his ‘work title’.

“I should ask you to start drawing the spreadsheets out by hand then.”

“Maybe next time, as a special treat. In the meantime, we have what we have and must settle for it.” A lot more standoffish than usual, you were brushing your boss off as you continued the sketch. He could not exactly reprimand you, however. You were right in the fact that his suggestion was nothing more than white noise.

“Settle for less, Y/N?” the question rang loudly in your ears and translated itself to a reminder to know your place fairly quickly. You could imagine Hongjoong’s raised eyebrow and playful grin. In addition to him hinting at your arrangements, he switched to calling out your first name. Promising.

There was a customary mention of money and class even when it was not the main topic of conversation. Really, it was what had brought you two together, or rather the stark difference between what you and him had, respectively. Hongjoong enjoyed having financial control over you and ended up dangling it above your head in the form of his not so subtle first-world conduct. You preferred to imagine that it was him wrapping you up in the softest, silkiest Chanel ribbon, like the one you had seen in adverts and on the packaging that, alone, could have probably provided you with enough food to last a week in your life before.

It was not that Hongjoong did not try to ‘stay humble’. Based on your observations, out of all his financial peers, company clients and members of the executive board, he was probably the least likely to boast about the figures that his numerous bank accounts contained. It was possible that when the strings of digits began to look more like a phone number, one grew more tranquil. Money spoke louder than words. But you knew how to make Hongjoong get vocal. Or so you thought.

“More is never enough.”

“Having more takes a lot of work and being on your best behaviour, Y/N.” he may not know all of your thoughts and reasoning but knew that you got extra charming when you became needy. Trying so hard to get his attention that you would invest all your efforts into it. It was only fair after how much he had invested in you.

The Tiffany & Co necklace on your neck that he traced with his gaze was nothing more than a collar, a leash tethering you to him. An Elsa Peretti piece, a golden snake which had cost Hongjoong just under thirty million Korean won, was perhaps the best way to symbolise the chokehold you were beginning to have on him. You were there in business, there in pleasure, and he was contemplating preventing you from taking holidays unless they somehow involved him. It would be easy – just block all of your cards and you would come crawling. He was greedy for your reactions. The way your lip would curl when he would put somebody back in their place during a conference or a meeting. How you enjoyed it when he praised you for completing the challenging, soul-draining tasks that never ceased to pile up – he had never failed to continue scrutinising you through the glass walls of his office as you excitedly returned to your desk, a soft smile always on your face. How you were completely at his mercy when he wanted to give you an extra special present. He loved how the jewellery he had gifted you or sponsored for you to buy rocked back and forth as he took his time to take you apart. Piece by piece. His priceless game.

Hongjoong smoothed his lapels and adjusted his cotton jacket that he had bought in the colour warm khaki, tightening the knot of the wrap belt. Smugly, he took note of how your pretty, made up lips parted. What were you imagining he was doing now? He was not going to care, at least not right away. He demonstratively picked up the reports again, flipping through the bounded pages on autopilot as, what he could only decipher to be a disappointed gasp, reached his ears. It was a relief that the paper hid his growing smirk. Mister Kim was work-mode Hongjoong, after all. What did you expect?

Ignored and rejected, so be it. You knew this interaction well enough to be able to count, down to the minute, when Hongjoong would crack, or you would crack and still come sauntering over. He liked to be needed – the main reason why he had agreed to become the heir to the corporation in the first place, more than you liked to be needy. But sometimes, you were a little too impatient for your own liking – probably a side effect of having been transferred to a silver spoon lifestyle after experiencing hardship after hardship. As such, the dynamic between you and Hongjoong was a constant battle. You could almost taste his pride as he inspected the figures you had compiled for him, a lazy hand moving to adjust the collar of his white turtleneck. Through fluttering eyelashes, you feasted on the dangerously handsome man, determining that he really did look astonishingly captivating in Balmain.

It was frustrating, this ongoing game that you two played and would not quit despite the effect that it very obviously had on all parties involved, but much like with the drugs that made the occasional special appearance in the closed VIP-only events, it was too addictive. Even now, you knew that you should not pay attention to Hongjoong, but your eyes were not obeying you in the slightest. Over the time you had come to intimately know this man, if there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that he had an aura. An enigmatic charm, a magnetism that was so subtle to anyone who you now had the ability and first world clarity of deeming 'average' was unlikely to detect. However, before you knew it, upon locking eyes with Hongjoong, listening to his dulcet tone that would turn to orchestrate the music in your mind, you began to fall hard and fast into the abyss that was his power and control, trapped and even if you wanted out, forgetting the words. Once you fell in, the only words that mattered were the ones that he deemed to be so, and they were so heavily contextual and dependent on his mood that, usually, you did not dare oppose it.

It was fascinating to you how time seemed to pass differently when there was a price associated with it. Be it Hongjoong's net worth or what he was wiring into your accounts, it did not matter. What mattered was the bills that bound you together like the lace of your lingerie, one which was growing tighter around your body by the second as you kept on openly devouring Hongjoong with each shameless gaze, the thoughts cropping up because of the ghost of a smirk that he was wearing only fanning the flame. He was illegal. In all senses. No man should have the right to have such an influence over you as he did, and yet here you were. Working the role of his personal toy, so dedicated that you were on the verge of begging for him to play with you. You needed him. As much as you hated to admit it, since you still did want to retain at least a tiny portion of independence, this man had given you more than what you could ever wish for. Riches, connections, diamonds, sex. And you could not get enough, happily driven to madness by the immense pleasure of being a capricious diva with infantile demands for all the world's sweetness. Or, as your brother had put it, perhaps out of a sick gratitude to you for helping him getting at least a part of his life back on track, before you blocked him for good, you were getting off on being a pampered, prissy sugar baby. Though you saw no issue with simply doing what you were good at, and you still completed your regular duties as a personal assistant. It was just that your 'personal' was a little different from the commonly accepted corporate average. And the business that you carried out in the after hours was not just classified – when you had been faced with the decision of whether to agree to enter such a relationship with Hongjoong or not, you had naively placed your life at stake. That was the level at which you had to operate. But the thrill that it gave you, more than justified it.

Your internal clock was ticking away like a time bomb as you grew more and more frustrated, while Hongjoong, in a manner not too far from that of a cat’s, gave a soft yawn and made himself more comfortable in his chair, spreading his legs further apart under his desk and leaning back to continue his reading. Deciding that he had enough of having to repeatedly push his glasses up, he decisively took them off, and slowly folded them together, holding one of the temple tips very lightly with his lips. In a graceful motion, Hongjoong set them down to his right, beside a couple of pens. You recalled speaking with the designer over the phone, ordering for them to be customised and getting shipped over from the US in record time, and while you were not exactly sure as to why they were so important, the key stakeholders in the company had raved about them on multiple occasions, much to your boss’s delight.

You could feel that he was well aware of your present sensations, and purposefully was not acting on them, just to see you squirm. This was only making you more fixated on getting his attention, which you tried to do by letting out another soft sigh, quickly realising that if you were to get anything out of him, you had to be more rash, and act on instinct. In other words, act out of line. Taking the moment he dived back into the report as an opportunity, you rose from the couch, and slipped out of your high heels while keeping your eyes trained on your boss. A barely noticeable twitch of the eyebrow and you were struggling to fight off a smirk, feeling every bit seductive even though it was most probably a vision of your own design. But a little confidence did not hurt.

This time, you did not make a sound as you slowly moved towards Hongjoong’s desk in a straight line, using your strength to keep your adrenaline-ruined breathing as level as physically possible, and your steps measured out as the plane rumbled beneath you. Head and body in the clouds. All because of the heavenly ruin who was paying no mind to how you rested the tips of your fingers on the edge of the desk, before lowering yourself onto your knees and dropping into a languid crawl. As you inched past his lacquered black boots, and soon found yourself right between his legs, you could see Hongjoong stiffen, but resist the urge of responding to your bold movements. This only played to your advantage, as you let your hands rest on his denim-clad thighs before snaking up to tug on his coat’s belt, loosening it until the material gave way and exposed the waistline of his jeans.

Even as you, with practiced, methodical motions, undid his jeans, he did not spare you as much as a pat on the top of your head, like he usually did when you were being his ‘good girl’. The only sign he gave of his awareness of you was the obviously hardening member that your hands purposefully grazed as you attempted to pull the denim a little further down to give you better access. When the jeans, or rather, their wearer, did not budge to allow you to take them off, you growled in annoyance and gave up trying to be gentle, instead wanting nothing more but attention, not from Mister Kim, not from your boss, but from Hongjoong. From Joongie. From your one and only daddy.

Said man was resisting every urge to yank you from under the desk and to punish you for being such a vixen, but it was clear to him that his disregard of your efforts might just be more painful – a realisation that did little to subdue his arousal. It made him acutely aware of your nimble hand finding the cut in his Armani briefs, and pulling out his erection, giving it a few pumps at the base with your fingers. The sudden caress had made him buck his hips forward, encouraging you to continue admiring his length and running your fingers up and down, not a single bit escaping your touch. He gripped the papers in his hands until they began to get crumpled at the edges, and eventually dropped them to lean back and get a view of the scene unfolding at his feet. All just to catch you as you licked your lips, revealing a thick coating of spit, moved towards his dick, and while keeping it steady with one hand, ran your wet tongue from the base to the very tip, parting with a lewd twirl over the head. Hongjoong bit back a hiss as he locked eyes with yours, half-lidded – you knew all his sensitivities, his pressure points and guilty pleasures, and that was infinitely dangerous for a man like him to share, it only made you more attractive. You had memorised him as if he was your assignment. Your most important test and duty. Never leaving your mind and driving you to insanity as you drifted from wave to wave of uncontrollable desire for him, and him alone. You were his. And you looked so pretty, a queen all made up and dressed in gorgeous rare pieces, kneeling before him and taking in his member between your soft lips. Deeper. Deeper, until he could feel your hot inner cheeks, the back of your tongue and how a rumble emanated from you as you hummed in satisfaction, the vibration forcing Hongjoong to tilt his head back and sigh.

You were greedy for Hongjoong, moving yourself at a slow pace to take in as much of him as you could, hands finding themselves clinging onto the legs of his jeans for support, and to allow you to try your best and continue devour him without his guidance. As you moved away for a couple of seconds to catch your breath, a salacious pop announcing the temporary loss of contact, you noticed a string of what you could only guess to be your saliva, mixed with his pre-cum hanging between his member and your progressively more swollen lips. Once again, you took the throbbing member in your hand and were about to resume its worship, when a strong grip of your hair, nails momentarily sinking into your scalp, alerted you and made your gaze shoot upwards. The sight made you cower, though the thrilling trepidation fuelled your yearning for the glowering man.

There was a demonic quality in how he stared down at you, every bit of the expression demeaning you and demanding your ruin. You knew you had overstepped by disobeying him and taking intimate matters into your own hands, but who could blame you when he was so breath-taking when wearing his favourite brand? When you lowered your eyes he tugged on your locks, sneering.

“Baby girl could not even wait until we landed, huh?” his dulcet tone dropped into a rough drawl as he could feel your breaths washing over the tip of his sensitive dick that was begging for you to finish what you had started.

“I couldn’t.” you purred, batting your eyelashes.

“And so, you resort to being naughty? Do you think that is the right thing to do, especially when I say that I am working, hm?” he was hooking the answers out of you, one of his eyebrows twitching in surprise as you did not respond immediately. He tightened his hold and made your head fall further back so that you were completely face to face, his member pressing against your cheek.

“It isn’t, daddy, but I couldn’t help myself. You just looked so pretty that I could not resist.”

“And I think you are being incredibly selfish, Y/N. Spinning these tales just so you can satisfy yourself.”

“No daddy, I want to make you feel good!” you insisted, a whine escaping you as you could feel your core beginning to grow warmer with the progressing conversation. Pressing your thighs tightly together, you relished at the friction, and bit your lower lip.

“Is that so?” he mused out loud, waiting for your to attempt to utter even a single word more.

“Yes Da-mmfph!” taking the chance, he pushed you right in, his member hitting the back of your throat, the impact making tears spring up. As you struggled against him, he held you in place and watched as you tried to adjust to him. Just as unexpectedly, he yanked you back, leaving your lips to kiss his tip, only to drag you down once more and thrust his hips once, twice against you until he could see the wetness in your eyes building until it was about to spill over.

“You said you wanted to make daddy feel good, yes?” he asked, lust clouding his brain as you mumbled utter nonsense, mouth pacified by the hard erection, “then do exactly as I say, baby girl.”

This was exactly what you missed. Hongjoong coaxing every unholy state out of you, sin setting you ablaze as you began to fail in registering the nuances of this demeanour, tears that were on the verge of rolling down your cheeks blurring your vision. This was how you pinched yourself for grounding, to assure that the lifestyle you had, the gifts which you had been bestowed with were all real and all yours. You did not search for forgiveness when the forbidden fruit was so damn sweet. So, you let yourself be used like an expensive escort by him, comforted by the thought that even though he could definitely afford having anyone else, he had selected you. And let you stick by him for almost two years. A true sweetheart who knew how to treat his girl right. You moaned into the pressure as the low grunts you elicited from Hongjoong let to the climbing of heat in your core. With the abuse of your throat becoming a rhythmic orchestration, you grew brave enough to improvise, and hollowed out your cheeks.

"Ah... fuck, baby girl..." the airy proclamation escaped him as your teeth just barely grazed his member, and he could feel his high building at an accelerated pace. He resisted your bobbing to catch a few seconds' break by pressing you to his hips, barely giving you a chance to breathe. But he knew you would take it. You always did.

Hongjoong's ragged breathing was sending you into overdrive, and you shut your eyes to allow yourself to focus on the lewd music. Barely audible over the jet engines, the loss of control was his primary expression of gratitude. The illusion that he was not, in certain senses, under your heel rapidly evaporated when the adrenaline shot him through the heart, and his frontal lobe shut down to give up the reins to carnal pleasure. Once the barriers disappeared, his one desire and need were clear. You. The one thing in his life that he would never be able to truly own, and as you unwounded him, he comprehended with an unprecedented lucidity. That was why, as you sensed his hold on you loosen and his orgasm inching closer than ever, and were about to give him the sweet release, Hongjoong snapped back to consciousness and nearly ripped you away from himself, your head barely missing the drawers under the desk.

With flushed cheeks and an adorable, innocent pout, you looked up at him, dribble accumulated at the corners of your mouth. He fell for this face every time. Your glistening eyes studying him as you appeared disappointed that you could not get daddy to cum, afraid that you made him mad. That you did something wrong. Oh, how far from the truth this was. Even though you had acted selfishly, and approached him on your own accord, nothing about you could be anything less than right. Right just for him. It was as if the heavens themselves had moulded you to fit him like a glove. Body and soul. And he will be a fool if he did not indulge in that every opportunity he had.

Taking both your hands in his, Hongjoong helped you up from under his desk, careful to not damage your dress - not that he cared for the price, but it was not particularly enjoyable contemplating the conversation you might have to have with dry cleaning. Or with the designers. Again. It was troublesome striking deals with strangers to keep their mouths shut. He rolled back on his chair, taking in your trembling form. Holding your legs together you were fighting your ache for stimulation, knowing full well that your panties were already ruined with your slick and were only serving as a fabric made for rubbing your sensitive clit. Every breath, every sigh from Hongjoong as he took off his jacket and carefully hanged it on the back of his chair, then fully undid his jeans and pushed down his underwear, was a reason for you to start begging. Couldn't he see how anxious for touch his little toy was? Evidently not, for Hongjoong took his sweet time with removing your dress, every button like a special prize that he wanted to cherish, while you were growing hazy as he peppered kiss after kiss with every new inch of exposed skin, crouching down to let the sensation build lower, feeding the knot in your stomach. His pecks stopped just about when he reached your navel and with a lazy smile on his face, he stood up to gaze into your soul with an unbelievable intensity. Hands running up your body, Hongjoong slid the magnificent article off you, hastily draping it over one of the chair's arm rests and not once glancing away from his favourite sight, a sultry oasis, within reach, and so beautifully hungry for him. He stopped your arms from resting on his sweater, muttering that you would mar it with your lusty filth, and rushed to take it off and throw it behind him. Then, there was no barrier for him anymore, and in one motion, his pelvis was against yours, member resting against your black lace-clad heat, and hands kneading your ass, moving closer and closer until they began to toy with the g-string the action turning to torture as he purposefully made the material dig into your pussy, enjoying how you threw your head back and bit back a groan.

"Please daddy, I need you..." you whispered as he increased the friction and proceeded to move his dick in and out between your full, closed thighs, teasing your erect nub until you writhed to seek even more proximity. This, however, earned you a sharp smack on your ass, the lack of anticipation making it sting. Hongjoong did not give you time to recover as he let the pins and needles work their magic and elevate your reception of his steady thrusts. You tried to grab onto him, the table, anything, but as soon as your fingers touched Hongjoong's chest, another hit echoed in your ears, eliciting a frustrated moan.

"You want to... make... daddy really happy and cum... right?" He panted, his nails digging into your flesh so violently that you could not help but wonder if Hongjoong was going to draw blood, but that brief musing only elevated your pleasure. “Then, you are going to be my pretty little fuck doll… understood?” there was only one right answer to the question, and you were not about to get on Hongjoong’s bad side by being a brat. You were too fazed to put up a fight, and merely mumbled a soundless:

“Yes… daddy…”

Hongjoong leaned closer to you, until his forehead was almost touching yours, and moved to wipe some of the lipstick and remnants of his precum from your lips with his thumb, while his other hand hooked the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down to reveal your wet core. You wriggled to let them fall and kicked them away with an impatient foot, earning a chuckle.

“So eager, baby girl… I almost want to forgive you for not listening to me. I just said you are to be a doll,” he peered into your eyes, his breath hot on your mouth as he ran his fingers between your folds, covering them in your slick. It was adorable how you tried your best to keep up appearances even now, even when you had signed yourself away to be what effectively was his servant. You trembled as the cool metal of the ring on his index finger hit your clit, and exhaled shallowly as he played with you, “and dolls don’t move, do they? Can you do that?”

As he asked, his fingers curled into your pussy, while a thumb traced rhythmic circles over the nub, the sensation electric, building your high. The lasciviousness flashing in your pupils as your eyes rolled back was a cry to Hongjoong’s darkness. Hands suspended in mid-air, you did not dare act out nor attempt to navigate the intimate act, submitting to your boss, your daddy. Letting him take care of you. As he sped up, watching your face contort as you battled the approaching climax, Hongjoong found you endearing, the corners of his mouth twitching as a soft, radiant smile surfaced. He could never stay cruel with you for too long. He was giving you more than you could ask for, and yet, he still wanted to give you more. Everything would not be enough.

“Oh, my baby girl, are you close?” he inquired, cooing as your breathing quickened in response to his accelerated pumps into your wetness, wild from the addictive sound it produced. “Fine, you can hold onto me, Y/N, daddy will take care of you,” you did not need to be told twice, falling into him as your orgasm was imminent, “doing so well for me, baby girl…” he whispered into your ear, kissing the lobe and pulling you into an embrace as he felt your high wash over you, your sex pulsing around him and muscles contracting uncontrollably. Brushing your hair back, petting it a couple of times before settling on having a hand rest between your shoulder blades, he praised you. But did not stop. Greed went both ways.

Your prior filters completely broken, you moaned and whined as you kept on unravelling, Hongjoong’s fingers abusing your overstimulated cunt. With his toned body, and your ass pressed against the edge of the desk serving as your only support, you draped your arms over his shoulders and wrapped yourself around his neck, rationality leaving with every tremor. As you could feel another scalding fire building in your abdomen, just before the release Hongjoong removed his hand and instead took to gliding his dick against your pussy lips. With the sensation being too much, you yelped and sank into an orgasm, sweet nectar dripping onto, and coating his cock.

“Such a good girl for me, well done… Come on my dick baby girl.”

You were not sure when, due to the fog that enveloped your fucked out mind, but Hongjoong had made you lie on your back on his wooden desk, surrounded by the financial reports he could not be bothered to clear. He wanted you now, and that meant no pauses. Without as much as a warning, the blonde gave you one final teasing flick with his tip before bottoming out, the fullness making you gasp. Your walls were still clenching around him from your climax, which made Hongjoong growl as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, spreading your legs further apart.

“So perfect for me, Y/N… only mine…”

He mercilessly pounded into you, chasing his own high while you were seeing stars. When you were like this, under him, hair cascading onto and off the mahogany, knuckles turning white as your grasped onto the desk as he thrusted, you were the closest thing to heaven that he could believe in. In a world that was drenched in materialistic attraction, sabotage in the name of another stack, and human lives turning into corporate statistics to improve key performance indicators, this was an ethereal madness that unlocked a primal bliss, untainted by present crises. The sweetest distraction, you took him so well that he liked to pretend that you had been made just for this. Just to become his possession. His gorgeous doll.

With you, Hongjoong had begun to see purpose in his riches, being able to play dress up with you, making the office a private cat walk as you strutted in the latest collections and custom made pieces. Gucci, Versace, Prada… it did not matter to him so long as you were wearing it with the intentions of impressing him, seducing him, and only him. He was fully aware that, technically, you could be dating someone else alongside your so-called partnership with Hongjoong. As a sugar baby you could even have another ‘sponsor’ out there somewhere. Another person to make you cum, to provide you with a sensual paradise. But the notion sent him into an inexplicable rage as soon as he entertained it, and as such, he preferred to isolate visions of you from the rest of the world. In turn, this manifested itself into his real life attempts to do the same. Longer hours spent after work, an unspoken rule that the assistant should not leave until the boss does. Michelin star restaurants and exclusive rooftop bars to lure you into being in his company. And of course, sex. Or making love. However, one wished to call it when the lines began to get blurry. But Hongjoong could not care less. You made him comfortable. You were his, you had to be, otherwise what did the two years mean?

Skin against skin, breath joining breath, sight clouding, going dark. Hongjoong rolled his hips, and lowered himself to a stance where he was hovering directly above you, his piercing gaze not once leaving you. Getting drunk off every moan and gasp that he was the cause of, he relished in the feeling of your pussy taking him so well, the orgasm that he had not allowed you to ride out still making your walls clench repeatedly around his dick, pleading for his intimate, salacious demise. His thrusts got deeper as he slowed the pace, progressively losing his senses to the speeding high.

“Mm… baby girl you are… fucking priceless…” he uttered, words broken apart by each time he bottomed out in you, his balls pressing against your wetness as you could only let out a series of mewls in response, thoughts unintelligible as the repeated hits to your g-spot brought you closer and closer to total destruction.

“Daddy… please, I’m-”

“Going to cum?” he finished your sentence as your try at speaking was interrupted by a wave of pleasure, mixing with the tension from before and making the tears spring up once again. You were a wreck, impaled by Hongjoong’s member as he returned to standing up in front of the desk, thrusts rapid, sharp and finally making a droplet roll down from the corner of your eye. You yelped:

“Hongjoong… ah this is…”

“Is it too much baby girl?” he asked, without any intention to stop as he could sense himself faltering at keeping up the act for any longer. His own climax was within reach, and he was not one to deny himself any pleasures.

“No, daddy, feels…. So ah… yes…” you mumbled, at least you thought you did, but could not confirm for certain.

“Pretty girl crying for me…  so cute.” Praises spilled out of him as he groaned into the tightness, and, unsteady, removed himself from your cunt, letting out a low moan as rivulets of cum shoot out from his cock and onto your stomach.

The viscous white fluid decorating you was more than what he could ever hope for. The final marking that you were his to use, you were there to serve him, and he would never get enough. A light shake in his thighs forced him to seek balance in having a hand on either side of you, while his pulsing dick rubbed against your inner thigh.

“So pretty, Y/N. Just for me.” He stated, more to himself, and lowered himself further to give you a soft peck on the lips, which quickly deepened as you responded with an elated sigh. In these moments, you wondered if it was money that you were doing this for.

As he moved away, and with practiced motions began to clean you up with some tissues which you had in your bag, you regained full ability of inhale… count… exhale, and in the clarity, drifted to a post-coital contemplation. Hongjoong knew how to make you do what he wanted you to do. But did he know you? Could he confidently paint the portrait of your desires beyond financial and sexual gain? A man made of sugar, with an alluring physique and a kindness which he showed only to you, but should he be your only one? This thought had been plaguing you ever since last month. An unexpected, shattering appearance of a business card, that was now hidden behind a card you rarely used in your wallet, with gold embossed lettering and an otherwise minimalist design. Tasteful, exclusive, expensive. When you checked the names of those attending the meet on the island, the object had grown considerably heavier, weighing onto your consciousness. Discreetly given to you amidst a kiss of the hand and the reception of a smouldering gaze, it served a similar purpose to a number at an auction. The person whose name the card bore had announced himself as a bidder for your attention and services, a bidder astronomically higher than Kim Hongjoong, at that. It was tempting. Very tempting. And you knew that the conversation would occur at some point during your stay, seeing as even in the business setting, the man would undoubtedly be sat across from you, and would stare you down, right to the avarice festering in your heart wrapped up in designer. But you were caught in a dilemma.

Your eyes travelled back to the graceful form tending to you, forgetting about himself, at least until his baby girl was well cared for. A sweet angel, his face finally rid of tenseness and agitation as his entire focus was on your body, on you. The one who, unknowingly to himself, had shown you unprecedented vulnerability and, endearingly, trusted you much more than he ever should have. A man who walked on people and money, yet wanted a woman who could play with his heart.

It was not that simple anymore, was it? After so many doses, could you give this up? Give up and betray Hongjoong in search for a stronger hit?

What was it that you were truly greedy for?

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WIP List (Tag Game)

I was tagged by @the-grim-and-sanguine - You can see their post here!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

OH LORD HERE WE GO

ORIGINAL

The Queen & the Demon

Just Another City

Chaos Magic Kaijus

Guardiãs de Primália

Better! Twilight aka Vampires in Rio

Warylk

Conto Avantesma

Continuação de Journey Home / A Caminho de Casa

Contos Andarilhos

D&D Romance

Fantasy Heist

Space Adventure

Aline

Obsessão

O Santuário de Liara

Reminisce

Queer Greek Myths + Fairytale Retellings

Melting Pot of Ideas

#SuperQueerWIP

Crônicas de Irhullan

Foi por Acaso

Swordswoman & her Wizard GF

Shape-shifter & Hunter

Demissexuais & Dinos + 2 Girls, Music, Books and Internet

Story Engine Anthology

The Golden Queen

A Garota e o Dragão

Alathea

Demon Soul

A/B/O but with actual wolf social structure

Chaotic God + Necromancy + Chaotic MC

Bruxas Latinas + Witches in Saquarema

Isekai Scout

The Untamed x Inuyasha

Portal Book

CdZ inpired Mess

Hunted Siblings

Kingdom Hearts x OUaT

Chosen One Academy

Daughter of the Chosen One

Magic People

Isekai Brazuka

Anna & Milla

Mage & Prince

Warylk AU (Makhy lives)

Warylk Coffe Shop AU (Gods Edition v1 - with powers)

Warylk Coffe Shop AU (Gods Edition v2 - no powers)

COMICS

Pimpim Café

Garotas Mágicas RPG

O Sonho de Nina

Ace of Cakes

To Be Human

I Heal Hearts

Escola Mágica + Criaturas Sobrenaturais

FANFIC

Inuyasha Mermaid AU

Year of the OTP 2023 InuKag

Bond

The Heart of the Miko

Memory Loss

Shikon Strike Force

Inuyasha dies and KagMirSan try to bring him back

Inuyasha HighSchool AU

Kagome MD

SessSan KindergartenGod

InuKagMirSan Polycule

Inuyasha x Pokémon

Prophetic Dreams

Inuyasha Beauty & the Beast

A hanyou birthed by a female Youkai

Inuyasha Retelling Sequel

Polyam Kag/San

ATLA: Twin Avatars

Inuyasha VTuber

Inuyasha sends a video masturbating to Kagome by mistake

Inuyasha + Sell Your Haunted House

Inuyasha + FFVII Remake

Inukag song fic - Give your heart a break - Demi Lovato

GAMES

Viking Punk

Whimsical Life

On the Shoulders of Giants

Avantesma

Esperanthya 5e Setting

Sparkles & Wonder

Azure Garden

Witch’s Workshop 2.0

Digital Deckbuilding Card Game

DnD Character Creator

Match 3 Mobile-style game SEM MONETIZAÇÃO AGRESSIVA

Runeterra Hack

NON-FICTION

Assexualidade e Esteriótipos

I'm just gonna tag a few people under the cut AND WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO DO THIS THING BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY I CAN TAG T HIS MANY OMG I HAD NEVER LISTED IT ALL OUT LIKE THIS HELP

tags: @artemis-devotee @anisaanisa @ruddcatha @razdazberry @atelierwriting @akiwitch @mauvelilywilliams @bia-sa @ninaescreve @autielivros @saphoblin

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Aaron Johnson - Leo Constantine

Aaron Tveit - Ezekiel Wymond

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Adam Brody - Cedric P. Powell

Adelaide Kane - Alana Windsor

Aidan Turner - Blaise Lynch

Alicia Vikander - Lily Marzia Lewis

Alona Tal - Claire Jenkins

Alycia Debnam Carey - Faith Franchot

Amber Heard - Edith Mori de Oliveira & Aureola Diana

Amy Poehler - Apple Corin

Ana de Armas - Riley Polanco

AnnaSophia Robb - Olivia Maeve

Andrew Garfield - Christen Austen

Andrew Lincoln - Desmond

Andy Samberg - Milo Dexter

Anna Christine Speckhart - Maria Sparrow

Anna Kendrick - June Lynwood

Ansel Elgort - Landon Scotty

Armie Hammer - Nikolai Fedosov

Ash Stymest - Wilford Grayson

Ashley Benson - Lexie Mallaith

Astrid Berges-Frisbey - Anthea Harrison

Aubrey Plaza - Zoya Everdene

- B -

Barbara Palvin - Annie Lancaster

Bella Heathcote - Fern Weinberg

Bill Skarsgård - Hermes Wolfhart

Boyd Holbrook - Hugo Montague

Bradley Cooper - Adonis Dard

Brett Dalton - Aldous Riordan

Brian J. Smith - Ä°.

Brit Marling - Euria Madlyn

- C -

Candice Accola - Evanora Eckhart

Carey Mulligan - Ophelia Delfino

Charlie Cox - Darcy Hemingway

Charlie Weber - Wardell Jon

Chloe Bennett - Miroslawa Waljewski

Chris Pine - Azure Welkin

Chris Pratt - Dux Stanton

Chris Wood - Atlas

Christian Bale - Mars Brant

Christian Cooke - Conor Lynton

Chyler Leigh - Cassandra Evans

Claire Holt - Karyna Gwen

Clark Gregg - Christopher Hart

Courtney Eaton - Night Haven

- D -

Daisy Ridley - Monica Myles

Dakota Johnson - Barbie Riley

Dan Stevens - Damien Delacroix

Daniel Radcliffe - Michael Genim

Daniel Sharman - Clementine Quinton

Danielle Campbell - Calista Apostolou

David Tennant - Hunter Chandra

Dianna Agron - Isis Chamberlain

Domhnall Gleeson - Jules E. Lincoln

Dominic Cooper - Quentin J. Lloyd

Dominic Sherwood - Dimitri Wolf

Douglas Booth - Vasco Delacour

Dylan O''brien - Nathaniel Hawkins

Dylan Sprayberry -Ove Stanford

- E -

Eddie Redmayne - S

Ebba Zingmark - Eloine Heaven

Eiza Gonzalez - Veronika Boleslava

Eleanor Tomlinson - Calleigh Gardenar

Elizabeth Debicki - Pippa Voughan

Elizabeth Henstridge - Gwendoline Cler

Elizabeth Olsen - Corinne Constantine

Eleanor Tomlinson - Calleigh Gardenar

Ella Purnell - Dolu

Elle Fanning - Rosie Van Laren

Ellen Page - Lydia Carrington

Elodie Yung - S

Emeraude Toubia - Elena Dimitriou

Emma Stone - Alexandra Zaleski

Emilia Clarke - Maya Davenport

Emilie De Ravin - Astrid Blanche

Emily Bett Rickards - Ocean Highmore

Emily Blunt - Lilla Arverne

Emily Browning - Ava Marlowe

Emily Deschanel - Hannah Montiel

Emily Didonato - Vera Isabel

Emmy Rossum - Vivian Gardner

Emily Rudd - Antje Griet

Erin Richards - Glory Constance

Eva Green - Verena Gray

Evan Peters - Viktor Chekov

Evangeline Lilly - Blue Marchand

Ewan McGregor - Acse Lemoine

Ezra Miller - Eugene Irwin

- F -

Felicity Jones - Macey Raphaelle

Felix Kjellberg - Silvestre César

Finn Jones - Buster

Freya Mavor - Olivia Fitzgerald

- G -

Gabriel Luna - José Espina

Gaia Weiss - Freya Kjellfrid

Gal Gadot - Cerys Ryan

Garrett Hedlund - Vitto Carlevaro

Gemma Arterton - Sabetha Belrossa

Georgina Haig - Calypso

Gigi Hadid - Mitchie Finnegan

Gina Rodriguez - Ida Castillo

Grace Phipps - Mia Kayleigh

Gustaf Skarsgård - Vincent Valente

- H -

Haley Bennett - Graciela de la Fuente

Hannah Simone - S

Harry Lloyd - Valentin Veaceslav

Hayden Christensen - Kristoff E. Petrov

Hayden Panettiere - Skyla Chavira

Hayley Atwell - Carmela di Chimici

Henry Cavill -Â Chester Norton

Hunter Parrish - Francis Rousseau

Hwang Jung Eum - Hana Godfrey

Ian De Caestecker - J.C. Murphy

Isabel Lucas - Helen Ambrosia

- J -

Jack O''Connell - Roy Whesker

Jai Courtney - Téo Teixeira

Jake Johson - Tony Thompson

James Franco - N/ash Carrington

James McAvoy - Sebastian Van Laren

Jamie Chung - Irene Weitz

Jane Levy -Â Elsie Rodgers

Jasmine Sanders -Â Liesje Lijsbeth

Jason Statham - Rafael Romero

Jay Baruchel - Cal J.W. Fox

Jeffrey Dean Morgan - Zed O''Callaghan

Jenna-Louise Coleman - Cecilia D. Chandler

Jennifer Morrison - Penny Black

Jensen Ackles - Florian W. Hoffman

Jeon Jeongguk - Jeon Jeongguk

Jeremy Renner - Dorian Dixon

Jesse Soffer - Grover Alen

Jessica De Gouw - Vera Guthrie

Ji Sung - Yong Jae Sun

JoAnna Garcia Swisher - Pacifica

Joe Gilgun - Desmond Gallagher

Johanna Braddy - Reva Keegan

John Krasinski - Jesse Wescott

Jon Kortajarena - Aaron Anderson

Josefine Frida Pettersen - Dolu

Jude Law - Andrei Pavlov

Julian Morris - Wesley Franklin

Julianne Hough - Madelyn Weaver

- K -

Karen Fukuhara - Yuki Nakashima

Karen Gillan - Emma Fray (<33)

Kate Mara - Tuesday Beckett

Kate Mckinnon - Myrna Morgenstern

Katherine McNamara - Norene Harland

Kaya Scodelario - Quinn Jenae

Keira Knightley - Mystral Roux

Kevin Zegers - Damon Wallner

Kit Harington - Joel Paxton

Kristen Bell - Vivien Rouge

Krysten Ritter - Iris Thorne

- L-

Lauren Cohan - Wonder B.

Leighton Meester - Anastacia Bouvier

Leonardo diCaprio - Jerry Arlexa

Lily Collins - Frankie Chandra

Lily James - Anaïs V. Grimaldi

Lindy Booth - Camilla Weitz

Lindsey Morgan - Zenobia

Lizzy Caplan - Ramona Fade

Logan Lerman -Â Harley Langley

Luana Perez - Elizabeth Burton

Lucy Hale -Â Sheri Payne

Lyndsy Fonseca - Daisy de la Vina

- M -

Mads Mikkelsen - Ä°

Maeve Dermody - Athena Zoega

Maia Mitchell -Â Lynda Stine

Margot Robbie - Josie Lesniewski

Maria Valverde - Valerija Roque

Marie Avgeropoulos - Ljubica Solvej

Marion Cotillard - Marika Lamora

Martin Wallström - Fabio Chepe

Mary Elizabeth Winstead - Amelie Steiner

Matt Hitt - Douglas Roswell

Matt McGorry - Corbin Renwick

Matthew Daddario - Diego Mendoza

Matthew Gray Gubler - Patrick Descoteaux

Max Irons - Marc Janko

Max Riemelt - Ziggy Hildebrand

Melanie Martinez - D

Melissa Benoist - Charlotte Evans

Melissa Fumero - Catherine Winters

Michael Fassbender - Franco Locatelli

Miguel Ángel Silvestre - Rico A. Moreno

Min Yoongi - Min Yoongi

Morena Baccarin - Tulip Talitha

- N -

Natalie Dormer - Gem Julep

Nick Blood - Isaac Wyatt

Nick Offerman - Alfred Castillo

Nico Mirallegro - Jack Daniels

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau - Theos Volantis

Nina Dobrev - Emmaline Winslow

Norman Reedus - Harley Harford

Noomi Rapace - Yulia Utkin

- O/Ö -

Olesya Rulin - Ceku Balım

Olga Kurylenko - Zelda Croft

Olivia Holt -Â Rylee Cantrell

Oscar Isaac - Aldo C. Ferreiro

- Q -

- P -

Paul Rudd - Marco Polo

Paula Patton - Winter Willford

Penelope Mitchell -Â Caitlyn Weatherly

- R -

Rachel McAdams - NavoÅŸ Lancaster

Rashida Jones - Jean Cardellini

Rebel Wilson -Â Lauren Dwyer

Reeve Carney - Dylan Breckendridge

Richard Madden - Tristan Windsor

Rinko Kikuchi - S

Rosario Dawson - Eve Blanchett

Rosamund Pike - Daniela Carlevaro

Rose McIver - Skyler Freestone

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley - Leona Lane

Ruth Negga - Lara Tailler

- S -

Sabrina Carpenter - Louise Linn

Sam Claflin - Mathias Clayton

Sarah Gadon - Nina Buchvarov

Sarah Hyland - Marceline Apostolou

Sebastian Stan - Maximillian di Chimici

Seychelle Gabriel - Leila Beaumont

Scarlett Johansson - Diamontina Dixon

Shailene Woodley - Joy Cappella

Shantel Vansanten - D

Shelley Hennig - Nora Simmons

Sophia Bush - D

Sophie Cookson - Rain Gisbourne

Summer Glau - Rhea Crisanta

- T -

Taron Egerton - Caleb Lysander

Tatiana Maslany - Margo Wiggins & Felicia Makovecz

Taylor Marie Hill - Milla Alexander

Taylor Swift - Melanie Phoenix

Teresa Palmer - Dora Desjardins

Theo James - Keiro Padmore

Tom Ellis - Hector A. Whittemore

Tom Felton - Alpha Rigorous

Tom Hardy - Dito Delfino

Tom Hiddleston - Newton F. Windsor

Tom Holland - Flynn Holdsworth

Tom Mison - Armitage Cromwell

Toni Garrn - Audrey Tyler

Torrey Devitto - D

Travis Fimmel - Forrest Dickson

Tuppence Middleton - Mia Santiago

- U/Ü -

- V -

Victoria Justice - Lotus van Boven & Selo

- X -

Xavier Samuel -Â August FridtjofÂ

- W -

Will Smith - Dante di Mercurio

Willa Holland - Ethea Middlesworth

- Y -

- Z -

Zendaya - Izzy McGowan

Zoe Kazan - D

Zoë Kravitz - Thalia Hardy

Zoe Saldana - Kiara Kingsley

Zooey Deschanel - Hailey Montiel

Zoey Deutch - Myra Blackbourne

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Breeders’ Cup Fields 2018

FRIDAY

JUVENILE TURF SPRINT: 3:21pm - $1,000,000 - 5.5f, turf, 2yo

Strike Silver - 2-year-old dark bay colt - Violence x Frank's Hope (Pulpit) - J. Leparoux - M. Casse (4-1)

Soldier's Call (GB) - 2-year-old bay colt - Showcasing (GB) x Dijarvo (GB) (Iceman (GB)) - O. Murphy - A. Watson (9-2)

Well Done Fox (GB) - 2-year-old bay colt - Acclamation (GB) x Excelette (IRE) (Exceed And Excel (AUS)) - W. Buick - R. Hannon (12-1)

Stillwater Cove - 2-year-old bay filly - Quality Road x Celibataire (Broken Vow) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - W. Ward (20-1)

Bulletin - 2-year-old chestnut colt - City Zip x Sue's Good News (Woodman) - J. Castellano - T. Pletcher (10-1)

Moonlight Romance - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Liaison x Envious Moon (Malibu Moon) - J. Ortiz - W. Ward (12-1)

Shang Shang Shang - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Shanghai Bobby x Yankee Victoria (Yankee Victor) - J. Velazquez - W. Ward (5-1)

Sergei Prokofiev - 2-year-old dark bay colt - Scat Daddy x Orchard Beach (Tapit) - R. Moore - A. O'Brien (6-1)

Chelsea Cloisters - 2-year-old bay filly - First Samurai x Postulant (Pulpit) - T. Gaffalione - W. Ward (8-1)

So Perfect - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Scat Daddy x Hopeoverexperience (Songandaprayer) - W. Lordan - A. O'Brien (12-1)

Queen of Bermuda (IRE) - 2-year-old bay filly - Exceed And Excel (AUS) x Imperialistic Diva (IRE) (Haafhd (GB)) - F. Prat - W. Haggas (20-1)

Pocket Dynamo - 2-year-old dark bay colt - Dialed In x Little Bit Tiny (Cuvee) - J. Rosario - R. Cowell (20-1)

AE1 - Big Drink of Water - 2-year-old bay gelding - Soldat x Vindi Princess (Vindication) - L. Rivelli

AE2 - Comedy (IRE) - 2-year-old bay filly - Dandy Man (IRE) x Dubaya (GB) (Dubawi (IRE)) - K. Burke

AE3 - Van Beethoven - 2-year-old dark bay colt - Scat Daddy x My Sister Sandy (Montbrook) - A. O'Brien

AE4 - Legends of War - 2-year-old bay colt - Scat Daddy x Madera Dancer (Rahy) - J. Gosden

JUVENILE FILLIES TURF: 4:00pm - $1,000,000 - 8f, turf, 2yo fillies

Concrete Rose - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Twirling Candy x Solerina (Powerscourt (GB)) - J. Lezcano - G. Arnold, II (6-1)

The Mackem Bullet (IRE) - 2-year-old bay filly - Society Rock (IRE) x Elkmait (GB) (Trade Fair (GB)) - O. Murphy - B. Ellison (15-1)

Lily's Candle (FR) - 2-year-old gray filly - Style Vendome (FR) x Golden Lily (FR) (Dolphin Street (FR)) - P. Boudot - F. Vermeulen (8-1)

Just Wonderful - 2-year-old bay filly - Dansili (GB) x Wading (IRE) (Montjeu (IRE)) - R. Moore - A. O'Brien (6-1)

La Pelosa (IRE) - 2-year-old bay filly - Dandy Man (IRE) x Lauren's Girl (IRE) (Bushranger (IRE)) - W. Buick - C. Appleby (15-1)

Newspaperofrecord (IRE) - 2-year-old bay filly - Lope de Vega (IRE) x Sunday Times (GB) (Holy Roman Emperor (IRE)) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - C. Brown (2-1)

Stellar Agent - 2-year-old bay filly - More Than Ready x Lawn Party (Medaglia d'Oro) - M. Franco - J. Abreu (30-1)

Belle Laura - 2-year-old bay filly - Mucho Macho Man x Belle Chaussee (Giant's Causeway) - J. Leparoux - N. Casse (20-1)

Varenka - 2-year-old bay filly - Ghostzapper x Dynamic Cat (Dynaformer) - J. Ortiz - G. Motion (20-1)

Pakhet - 2-year-old bay filly - Cairo Prince x Hunting Hill (Hard Spun) - J. Velazquez - T. Pletcher (12-1)

Lady Prancealot (IRE) - 2-year-old bay filly - Sir Prancealot (IRE) x Naqrah (IRE) (Haatef) - J. Talamo - R. Baltas (30-1)

Summering - 2-year-old bay filly - War Front x Wishing Gate (Indian Charlie) - D. Van Dyke - T. Proctor (15-1)

My Gal Betty - 2-year-old bay filly - Point of Entry x Gal of Mine (Mining) - J. Castellano - R. Attfield (20-1)

East (GB) - 2-year-old chestnut filly - Frankel (GB) x Vital Statistics (GB) (Indian Ridge (IRE)) - J. Spencer - K. Ryan (20-1)

AE1 - Pivottina (FR) - 2-year-old bay filly - Vision d'Etat (FR) x Pixy (GB) (Pivotal (GB)) - G. Motion

Winning Envelope - 2-year-old chestnut filly - More Than Ready x Granby Girl (Badge of Silver) - C. Block

JUVENILE FILLIES: 4:40pm - $2,000,000 - 8.5f, dirt, 2yo fillies

Reflect - 2-year-old chestnut filly - Trappe Shot x Scat Patty (Scat Daddy) - J. Ortiz - K. Desormeaux (15-1)

Serengeti Empress - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Alternation x Havisham (Bernardini) - C. Lanerie - T. Amoss (7-2)

Vibrance - 2-year-old bay filly - Violence x Block (Dynaformer) - J. Velazquez - M. McCarthy (10-1)

Restless Rider - 2-year-old gray filly - Distorted Humor x Silky Serenade (Unbridled's Song) - B. Hernandez, Jr. - K. McPeek (9-2)

Cassies Dreamer - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Flatter x Chilbolton (War Front) - M. Franco - B. Tagg (30-1)

Baby Nina - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Flatter x Whitelacenpromises (More Than Ready) - T. Gaffalione - A. Quartarolo (30-1)

Jaywalk - 2-year-old gray filly - Cross Traffic x Lady Pewitt (Orientate) - J. Rosario - J. Servis (7-2)

Sippican Harbor - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Orb x Blossomed (Deputy Minister) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - G. Contessa (12-1)

Splashy Kisses - 2-year-old dark bay filly - Blame x Indian Valley (Cherokee Run) - D. Van Dyke - D. O'Neill (20-1)

Bellafina - 2-year-old bay filly - Quality Road x Akron Moon (Malibu Moon) - F. Prat - S. Callaghan (2-1)

JUVENILE TURF: 5:22pm - $1,000,000 - 8f, turf, 2yo

Arthur Kitt (GB) - 2-year-old bay colt - Camelot (GB) x Ceiling Kitty (GB) (Red Clubs (IRE)) - R. Kingscote - T. Dascombe (20-1)

Uncle Benny - 2-year-old bay colt - Declaration of War x Celebrity Cat (Storm Cat) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - J. Servis (15-1)

Much Better - 2-year-old dark bay ridgling - Pioneerof the Nile x Dust and Diamonds (Vindication) - D. Van Dyke - B. Baffert (10-1)

Forty Under - 2-year-old gray colt - Uncle Mo x Argent Affair (Black Tie Affair (IRE)) - M. Franco - J. Englehart (5-1)

Line of Duty (IRE) - 2-year-old chestnut colt - Galileo (IRE) x Jacqueline Quest (IRE) (Rock of Gibraltar (IRE)) - W. Buick - C. Appleby (10-1)

Henley's Joy - 2-year-old chestnut colt - Kitten's Joy x Blue Grass Music (Bluegrass Cat) - T. Gaffalione - M. Maker (8-1)

Somelikeithotbrown - 2-year-old bay colt - Big Brown x Marilyn Monroan (Tapit) - J. Ortiz - M. Maker (12-1)

Opry - 2-year-old dark bay colt - Declaration of War x That Voodoo Youdo (Speightstown) - J. Castellano - T. Pletcher (15-1)

The Black Album (FR) - 2-year-old bay colt - Wootton Bassett (GB) x Model Black (IRE) (Trade Fair (GB)) - M. Barzalona - J. Soubagne (30-1)

War of Will - 2-year-old bay colt - War Front x Visions of Clarity (IRE) (Sadler's Wells) - J. Rosario - M. Casse (12-1)

King of Speed - 2-year-old chestnut colt - Jimmy Creed x Beautiful Daniele (A.P. Indy) - G. Stevens - J. Bonde (8-1)

Current - 2-year-old chestnut colt - Curlin x Crosswinds (Storm Cat) - J. Velazquez - T. Pletcher (5-1)

Marie's Diamond (IRE) - 2-year-old brown colt - Footstepsinthesand (GB) x Sindiyma (IRE) (Kalanisi (IRE)) - F. Geroux - M. Johnston (20-1)

Anthony Van Dyck (IRE) - 2-year-old bay colt - Galileo (IRE) x Believe'N'Succeed (AUS) (Exceed And Excel (AUS)) - R. Moore - A. O'Brien (4-1)

AE1 - Tracksmith - 2-year-old bay colt - Street Sense x Hot Water (Medaglia d'Oro) - J. Sharp

AE2 - Order and Law - 2-year-old bay colt - Violence x Poetic Kid (Shakespeare) - L. Linder, Jr.

JUVENILE: 6:05pm - $2,000,000 - 8.5f, dirt, 2yo

Dueling - 2-year-old gray colt - Violence x Seattle Qui (Seattle Slew) - M. Franco - J. Hollendorfer (20-1)

Mr. Money - 2-year-old bay colt - Goldencents x Plenty O'Toole (Tiznow) - G. Saez - B. Calhoun (30-1)

Derby Date - 2-year-old chestnut colt - Will Take Charge x Smart and Fancy (Not For Love) - L. Contreras - D. Lukas (30-1)

Tight Ten - 2-year-old bay colt - Tapit x Devils Humor (Distorted Humor) - R. Santana, Jr. - S. Asmussen (30-1)

Well Defined - 2-year-old dark bay gelding - With Distinction x Fru Fru (Medaglia d'Oro) - M. Smith - K. O'Connell (20-1)

Complexity - 2-year-old bay colt - Maclean's Music x Goldfield (Yes It's True) - J. Ortiz - C. Brown (5-2)

Mind Control - 2-year-old bay colt - Stay Thirsty x Feel That Fire (Lightnin N Thunder) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - G. Sacco (20-1)

Standard Deviation - 2-year-old bay colt - Curlin x False Impression (A.P. Indy) - J. Castellano - C. Brown (12-1)

Game Winner - 2-year-old bay colt - Candy Ride (ARG) x Indyan Giving (A.P. Indy) - J. Rosario - B. Baffert (8-5)

Knicks Go - 2-year-old gray colt - Paynter x Kosmo's Buddy (Outflanker) - A. Jimenez - B. Colebrook (30-1)

Code of Honor - 2-year-old chestnut colt - Noble Mission (GB) x Reunited (Dixie Union) - J. Velazquez - C. McGaughey III (5-1)

Gunmetal Gray - 2-year-old gray colt - Exchange Rate x Classofsixtythree (Include) - F. Prat - J. Hollendorfer (10-1)

Trophy Chaser - 2-year-old dark bay colt - Twirling Candy x European Union (Successful Appeal) - T. Gaffalione - J. Avila (30-1)

Signalman - 2-year-old bay colt - General Quarters x Trip South (Trippi) - B. Hernandez, Jr. - K. McPeek (20-1)

SATURDAY

FILLY & MARE SPRINT: 12:00pm - $1,000,000 - 7f, dirt, 3yo+ f&m

Selcourt - 4-year-old chestnut filly - Tiz Wonderful x Azure Spring (Open Forum) - T. Baze - J. Sadler (4-1)

Miss Sunset - 4-year-old bay filly - Into Mischief x Tuscan Sunset (Trippi) - K. Desormeaux - J. Bonde (15-1)

Happy Like a Fool - 3-year-old chestnut filly - Distorted Humor x Lastofthsummerwine (Sky Mesa) - L. Saez - W. Ward (20-1)

Kirby's Penny - 5-year-old dark bay mare - Macho Uno x Spirit Seeker (Peace Rules) - J. Velazquez - W. Ward (30-1)

Golden Mischief - 4-year-old bay filly - Into Mischief x Lanai City (Carson City) - F. Geroux - B. Cox (10-1)

Chalon - 4-year-old bay filly - Dialed In x Fall Fantasy (Menifee) - J. Castellano - A. Delacour (15-1)

Skye Diamonds - 5-year-old chestnut mare - First Dude x Exonerated (Johannesburg) - T. Pereira - W. Spawr (10-1)

Mia Mischief - 3-year-old bay filly - Into Mischief x Greer Lynn (Speightstown) - R. Santana, Jr. - S. Asmussen (15-1)

Stormy Embrace - 4-year-old chestnut filly - Circular Quay x Stormy Allure (Stormy Atlantic) - T. Gaffalione - K. O'Connell (20-1)

Highway Star - 5-year-old chestnut mare - Girolamo x Stolen Star (Cat Thief) - J. Ortiz - R. Ubillo (20-1)

Finley'sluckycharm - 5-year-old dark bay mare - Twirling Candy x Day of Victory (Victory Gallop) - B. Hernandez, Jr. - B. Calhoun (10-1)

Anonymity - 4-year-old chestnut filly - Tapit x Stormy Sunday (Sir Cat) - f. Prat - R. Mandella (15-1)

Marley's Freedom - 4-year-old bay filly - Blame x Relaxing Green (Formal Gold) - M. Smith - B. Baffert (8-5)

Shamrock Rose - 3-year-old bay filly - First Dude x Slew's Quality (Elusive Quality) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - M. Casse (20-1)

AE1 - Dream Pauline - 3-year-old chestnut filly - Tapit x Dream Rush (Wild Rush) - K. McLaughlin

TURF SPRINT: 12:38pm - $1,000,000 - 5.5f, turf, 3yo+

Ruby Notion - 5-year-old bay mare - Great Notion x Modena Bay (NZ) (Volksraad (GB)) - F. Geroux - D. Miller (20-1)

Bucchero - 6-year-old chestnut horse - Kantharos x Meetmeontime (General Meeting) - F. de la Cruz - T. Glyshaw (10-1)

Hembree - 4-year-old dark bay colt - Proud Citizen x Knockatrina (Langfuhr) - T. Gaffalione - M. Maker (20-1)

Vision Perfect - 6-year-old dark bay horse - Pollard's Vision x Steamy (Speightstown) - J. Castellano - J. Servis (15-1)

Disco Partner - 6-year-old gray horse - Disco Rico x Lulu's Number (Numerous) - J. Rosario - C. Clement (7-2)

Rainbow Heir - 8-year-old chestnut horse - Wildcat Heir x Rainbow Pride (Prospectors Gamble) - J. Ortiz - J. Servis (12-1)

Lost Treasure (IRE) - 3-year-old bay colt - War Front x Wading (IRE) (Montjeu (IRE)) - R. Moore - A. O'Brien (20-1)

Chanteline - 6-year-old bay mare - Majesticperfection x Listen to Libby (Indian Charlie) - R. Santana, Jr. - S. Asmussen (15-1)

Stormy Liberal - 6-year-old bay gelding - Stormy Atlantic x Vassar (Royal Academy) - D. Van Dyke - P. Miller (4-1)

Havana Grey (GB) - 3-year-old gray colt - Havana Gold (IRE) x Blanc de Chine (IRE) (Dark Angel (IRE)) - P. McDonald - K. Burke (20-1)

World of Trouble - 3-year-old bay colt - Kantharos x Meets Expectations (Valid Expectations) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - J. Servis (6-1)

Richard's Boy - 6-year-old gray gelding - Idiot Proof x Marissa's Joy (Cee's Tizzy) - P. Lopez - P. Miller (12-1)

Will Call - 4-year-old bay colt - Country Day x Vote Early (More Than Ready) - S. Bridgmohan - B. Cox (20-1)

Conquest Tsunami - 6-year-old bay gelding - Stormy Atlantic x Classic Neel (El Corredor) - F. Prat - P. Miller (6-1)

AE1 - Insta Erma - 5-year-old bay mare - Pioneerof the Nile x Enchanted Woods (Woodman) - R. Baltas

DIRT MILE: 1:16pm - $1,000,000 - 8f, dirt, 3yo+

City of Light - 4-year-old bay colt - Quality Road x Paris Notion (Dehere) - J. Castellano - M. McCarthy (5-2)

Trigger Warning - 3-year-old bay colt - Candy Ride (ARG) x Magic Appeal (Successful Appeal) - R. Santana, Jr. - M. Rone (20-1)

Isotherm - 5-year-old dark bay horse - Lonhro (AUS) x Game for More (More Than Ready) - G. Franco - P. D'Amato (20-1)

Seven Trumpets - 3-year-old dark bay colt - Morning Line x Angel Trumpet (Cape Canaveral) - R. Albarado - D. Romans (15-1)

Awesome Slew - 5-year-old bay horse - Awesome Again x Slewfoundmoney (Seeking the Gold) - C. Lanerie - M. Casse (15-1)

Seeking the Soul - 5-year-old bay horse - Perfect Soul (IRE) x Seeking the Title (Seeking the Gold) - B. Hernandez, Jr. - D. Stewart (5-1)

Firenze Fire - 3-year-old bay colt - Poseidon's Warrior x My Every Wish (Langfuhr) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - J. Servis (6-1)

Bravazo - 3-year-old dark bay colt - Awesome Again x Tiz o' Gold (Cee's Tizzy) - L. Contreras - D. Lukas (20-1)

Giant Expectations - 5-year-old chestnut horse - Frost Giant x Sarahisittrue (Is It True) - J. Leparoux - P. Eurton (15-1)

Catalina Cruiser - 4-year-old chestnut colt - Union Rags x Sea Gull (Mineshaft) - D. Van Dyke - J. Sadler (8-5)

FILLY & MARE TURF: 2:04pm - $2,000,000 - 11f, turf, 3yo+ f&m

Fourstar Crook - 6-year-old bay mare - Freud x Avril a Portugal (D'Accord) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - C. Brown (5-1)

Thais (FR) - 4-year-old dark bay filly - Rio de La Plata x Tianshan (FR) (Lahint) - M. Franco - C. Brown (20-1)

Wild Illusion (GB) - 3-year-old bay filly - Dubawi (IRE) x Rumh (GER) (Monsun (GER)) - W. Buick - C. Appleby (7-2)

Paved - 3-year-old dark bay filly - Quality Road x Sirmione (Cozzene) - J. Rosario - M. McCarthy (20-1)

Princess Yaiza (IRE) - 3-year-old chestnut filly - Casamento (IRE) x Undertone (IRE) (Noverre) - A. Atzeni - G. Cromwell (30-1)

Sistercharlie (IRE) - 4-year-old bay filly - Myboycharlie (IRE) x Starlet's Sister (IRE) (Galileo (IRE)) - J. Velazquez - C. Brown (3-1)

Smart Choice (ARG) - 5-year-old bay mare - Grand Reward x Sweet Speech (ARG) (Victory Speech) - F. Prat - T. Pletcher (30-1)

Fuhriously Kissed - 5-year-old chestnut mare - Langfuhr x French Kiss (Hussonet) - T. Gaffalione - A. Quartarolo (30-1)

A Raving Beauty (GB) - 5-year-old gray mare - Mastercraftsman (IRE) x Anabasis (GER) (High Chaparral (IRE)) - J. Castellano - C. Brown (10-1)

Magic Wand (IRE) - 3-year-old bay filly - Galileo (IRE) x Prudenzia (IRE) (Dansili (GB)) - R. Moore - A. O'Brien (5-1)

Mom's On Strike - 5-year-old bay mare - First Dude x Mom's Deputy (War Chant) - A. Beschizza - J. Sharp (20-1)

Santa Monica (GB) - 5-year-old bay mare - Mastercraftsman (IRE) x Zacchera (GB) (Zamindar) - J. Ortiz - C. Brown (15-1)

Athena (IRE) - 3-year-old bay filly - Camelot (GB) x Cherry Hinton (GB) (Green Desert) - W. Lordan - A. O'Brien (15-1)

Eziyra (IRE) - 4-year-old chestnut filly - Teofilo (IRE) x Eytarna (IRE) (Dubai Destination) - L. Dettori - D. Weld (15-1)

SPRINT: 2:46pm - $2,000,000 - 6f, dirt, 3yo+

Whitmore - 5-year-old chestnut gelding - Pleasantly Perfect x Melody's Spirit (Scat Daddy) - R. Santana, Jr. - R. Moquett (6-1)

Promises Fulfilled - 3-year-old chestnut colt - Shackleford x Marquee Delivery (Marquetry) - L. Saez - D. Romans (6-1)

B Squared - 4-year-old bay colt - Square Eddie x Silar Rules (Ten Most Wanted) - M. Gutierrez - D. O'Neill (20-1)

Warrior's Club - 4-year-old dark bay colt - Warrior's Reward x Thirty Eighth St. (Citidancer) - L. Contreras - D. Lukas (15-1)

Imperial Hint - 5-year-old dark bay horse - Imperialism x Royal Hint (Lahint) - J. Castellano - L. Carvajal, Jr. (9-5)

Always Sunshine - 6-year-old bay horse - West Acre x Sunny Again (Awesome Again) - F. Pennington - E. Allard (20-1)

Distinctive B - 7-year-old bay gelding - With Distinction x Anythingispossible (Songandaprayer) - D. Van Dyke - P. Miller (12-1)

Limousine Liberal - 6-year-old dark bay gelding Successful Appeal x Gift of Gab (In Excess (IRE)) - J. Ortiz - B. Colebrook (6-1)

Roy H - 6-year-old bay gelding - More Than Ready x Elusive Diva (Elusive Quality) - P. Lopez - P. Miller (5-2)

MILE: 3:36pm - $2,000,000 - 8f, turf, 3yo+

One Master (GB) - 4-year-old bay filly - Fastnet Rock (AUS) x Enticing (IRE) (Pivotal (GB)) - J. Doyle - W. Haggas (12-1)

Next Shares - 5-year-old dark bay gelding - Archarcharch x Two Dot Slew (Evansville Slew) - T. Gaffalione - R. Baltas (10-1)

Happily (IRE) - 3-year-old bay filly - Galileo (IRE) x You'resothrilling (Storm Cat) - W. Lordan - A. O'Brien (15-1)

Polydream (IRE) - 3-year-old bay filly - Oasis Dream (GB) x Polygreen (FR) (Green Tune) - M. Guyon - F. Head (5-1)

Oscar Performance - 4-year-old bay colt - Kitten's Joy x Devine Actress (Theatrical (IRE)) - J. Ortiz - B. Lynch (6-1)

Almanaar (GB) - 6-year-old chestnut gelding - Dubawi (IRE) x Baqah (IRE) (Bahhare) - J. Rosario - C. Brown (12-1)

Expert Eye (GB) - 3-year-old bay colt - Acclamation (GB) x Exemplify (GB) (Dansili (GB)) - L. Dettori - M. Stoute (8-1)

I Can Fly (GB) - 3-year-old bay filly - Fastnet Rock (AUS) x Madonna Dell'orto (GB) (Montjeu (IRE)) - J. Spencer - A. O'Brien (10-1)

Hunt (IRE) - 6-year-old gray gelding - Dark Angel (IRE) x Mansiya (GB) (Vettori (IRE)) - F. Prat - P. D'Amato (30-1)

Catapult - 5-year-old dark bay horse - Kitten's Joy x Gata Bella (Storm Cat) - D. Van Dyke - J. Sadler (6-1)

Lightning Spear (GB) - 7-year-old chestnut horse - Pivotal (GB) x Atlantic Destiny (IRE) (Royal Academy) - O. Murphy - D. Simcock (20-1)

Analyze It - 3-year-old bay colt - Point of Entry x Sweet Assay (Consolidator) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - C. Brown (6-1)

Gustav Klimt (IRE) - 3-year-old bay colt - Galileo (IRE) x Massarra (GB) (Danehill) - R. Moore - A. O'Brien (10-1)

Mustashry (GB) - 5-year-old dark bay gelding - Tamayuz (GB) x Safwa (IRE) (Green Desert) - W. Buick - M. Stoute (15-1)

AE1 - Divisidero - 6-year-old bay horse - Kitten's Joy x Madame Du Lac (Lemon Drop Kid) - K. Rubley

AE2 - Clemmie (IRE) - 3-year-old bay filly - Galileo (IRE) x Meow (IRE) (Storm Cat) - A. O'Brien

DISTAFF: 4:16pm - $2,000,000 - 9f, dirt, 3yo+ f&m

Champagne Problems - 4-year-old dark bay filly - Ghostzapper x Coral Sun (A.P. Indy) - C. Borel - I. Wilkes (12-1)

Abel Tasman - 4-year-old bay filly - Quality Road x Vargas Girl (Deputy Minister) - M. Smith - B. Baffert (7-2)

La Force (GER) - 4-year-old dark bay filly - Power (GB) x La Miraculeuse (GER) (Samum (GER)) - D. Van Dyke - P. Gallagher (20-1)

Mopotism - 4-year-old bay filly - Uncle Mo x Peppy Rafaela (Bernardini) - M. Gutierrez - D. O'Neill (30-1)

Wonder Gadot - 3-year-old dark bay filly - Medaglia d'Oro x Loving Vindication (Vindication) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - M. Casse (15-1)

Verve's Tale - 5-year-old bay mare - Tale of Ekati x Verve (Unbridled) - B. Hernandez, Jr. - B. Tagg (30-1)

Midnight Bisou - 3-year-old dark bay filly - Midnight Lute x Diva Delite (Repent) - J. Velazquez - S. Asmussen (6-1)

Vale Dori (ARG) - 6-year-old bay mare - Asiatic Boy (ARG) x Valerina (ARG) (Halo Sunshine) - J. Talamo - B. Baffert (12-1)

Wow Cat (CHI) - 4-year-old dark bay filly - Lookin At Lucky x Winter Cat (CHI) (Cat Thief) - J. Ortiz - C. Brown (8-1)

Blue Prize (ARG) - 5-year-old chestnut mare - Pure Prize x Blues for Sale (ARG) (Not For Sale (ARG)) - J. Bravo - I. Correas, IV (6-1)

Monomoy Girl - 3-year-old chestnut filly - Tapizar x Drumette (Henny Hughes) - F. Geroux - B. Cox (2-1)

TURF: 4:56pm - $4,000,000 - 12f, turf, 3yo+

Talismanic (GB) - 5-year-old dark bay horse - Medaglia d'Oro x Magic Mission (GB) (Machiavellian) - M. Barzalona - A. Fabre (12-1)

Enable (GB) - 4-year-old bay filly - Nathaniel (IRE) x Concentric (GB) (Sadler's Wells) - L. Dettori - J. Gosden (1-1)

Channel Maker - 4-year-old chestnut gelding - English Channel x In Return (Horse Chestnut (SAF)) - J. Ortiz - W. Mott (12-1)

Robert Bruce (CHI) - 4-year-old dark bay colt - Fast Company (IRE) x Lady Pelusa (ARG) (Orpen) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - C. Brown (10-1)

Magical (IRE) - 3-year-old bay filly - Galileo (IRE) x Halfway To Heaven (IRE) (Pivotal (GB)) - R. Moore - A. O'Brien (10-1)

Arklow - 4-year-old bay colt - Arch x Unbridled Empire (Empire Maker) - F. Geroux - B. Cox (30-1)

Glorious Empire (IRE) - 7-year-old brown gelding - Holy Roman Emperor (IRE) x Humble And Proud (IRE) (Pivotal (GB)) - J. Leparoux - J. Lawrence, II (12-1)

Liam the Charmer - 5-year-old dark bay gelding - Smart Strike x Charm the Giant (IRE) (Giant's Causeway) - T. Gaffalione - M. McCarthy (30-1)

Quarteto de Cordas (BRZ) - 4-year-old bay colt - Rock of Gibraltar (IRE) x New Hampshire (BRZ) (Punk (ARG)) - B. Hernandez, Jr. - I. Wilkes (30-1)

Hi Happy (ARG) - 6-year-old chestnut horse - Pure Prize x Historia (ARG) (French Deputy) - L. Saez - T. Pletcher (20-1)

Sadler's Joy - 5-year-old chestnut horse - Kitten's Joy x Dynaire (Dynaformer) - J. Castellano - T. Albertrani (30-1)

Waldgeist (GB) - 4-year-old chestnut colt - Galileo (IRE) x Waldlerche (GB) (Monsun (GER)) - P. Boudot - A. Fabre (9-2)

Hunting Horn (IRE) - 3-year-old bay colt - Camelot (GB) x Mora Bai (IRE) (Indian Ridge (IRE)) - W. Lordan - A. O'Brien (30-1)

CLASSIC: 5:44pm - $6,000,000 - 10f, dirt, 3yo+

Thunder Snow (IRE) - 4-year-old bay colt - Helmet (AUS) x Eastern Joy (GB) (Dubai Destination) - C. Soumillon - S. bin Suroor (12-1)

Roaring Lion - 3-year-old gray colt - Kitten's Joy x Vionnet (Street Sense) - O. Murphy - J. Gosden (20-1)

Catholic Boy - 3-year-old bay ridgling - More Than Ready x Song of Bernadette (Bernardini) - J. Castellano - J. Thomas (8-1)

Gunnevera - 4-year-old chestnut colt - Dialed In x Unbridled Rage (Unbridled) - I. Ortiz, Jr. - A. Sano (20-1)

Lone Sailor - 3-year-old bay colt - Majestic Warrior x Ambitious (Mr. Greeley) - J. Graham - T. Amoss (30-1)

McKinzie - 3-year-old bay colt - Street Sense x Runway Model (Petionville) - M. Smith - B. Baffert (6-1)

West Coast - 4-year-old bay colt - Flatter x Caressing (Honour and Glory) - J. Velazquez - B. Baffert (5-1)

Pavel - 4-year-old gray colt - Creative Cause x Mons Venus (Maria's Mon) - M. Gutierrez - D. O'Neill (20-1)

Mendelssohn - 3-year-old bay colt - Scat Daddy x Leslie's Lady (Tricky Creek) - R. Moore - A. O'Brien (12-1)

Yoshida (JPN) - 4-year-old bay colt - Heart's Cry (JPN) x Hilda's Passion (Canadian Frontier) - J. Ortiz - W. Mott (10-1)

Mind Your Biscuits - 5-year-old chestnut horse - Posse x Jazzmane (Toccet) - T. Gaffalione - C. Summers (6-1)

Axelrod - 3-year-old bay colt - Warrior's Reward x Volatile Vickie (Elusive Quality) - J. Bravo - M. McCarthy (30-1)

Discreet Lover - 5-year-old bay horse - Repent x Discreet Chat (Discreet Cat) - M. Franco - U. St. Lewis (20-1)

Accelerate - 5-year-old chestnut horse - Lookin At Lucky x Issues (Awesome Again) - J. Rosario - J. Sadler (5-2)

AE1 - Collected - 5-year-old chestnut horse - City Zip x Helena Bay (GB) (Johannesburg) - B. Baffert

AE2 - Toast of New York - 7-year-old bay gelding - Thewayyouare x Claire Soleil (Syncline) - J. Osborne

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his knight in sky blue satin

For: wife-of-queens-watchdog Author: queencamellia Pairings/Character: Elizabeth Midford/Ciel Phantomhive Warnings: n/a Prompt: Ciel x Lizzy spending a day together in London Author’s Notes: Cielizzy fluff is hard to write without angst for me, so just note that there’s a few angsty parts ;) This was a lot of fun to write!

Strolling down the bustling streets of London with a concerned Paula trailing after her, Lizzy’s smile was as radiant as the Sun; the gloomy London fog hardly deterred her cheery attitude. She had just finished a fitting session with Nina for her new Spring attire. Nina’s innovative and stylish designs had already stirred an overpowering feeling of joy in Lizzy’s chest, but the fact that they had finished nearly an hour ahead of schedule left her practically skipping down the cobblestone street. Had it not been for her mother’s training, she most likely would have been skipping, gossiping old ladies be damned.

“M-my lady, shouldn’t we return to the carriage?” Paula stammered meekly, wringing her hands together nervously.

Lizzy paused, then pivoted on her heel to smile at her attendant. “But Paula,” she emphasized, throwing her hands up into the air with a wild flourish. “My piano lessons are cancelled today and we’ve finished up at the seamstress’s nearly an hour early. I’m not expected home until six since Mother’s gone out to visit the Crawfords and Father was summoned by Her Majesty.”

“If Lord Edward hears about this…”

“He’ll be fine,” Lizzy dismissed, her emerald green eyes twinkling. “Besides, he’s too preoccupied with his Weston prefect duties to be extensively monitoring his little sister. How about we go shopping?”

Paula bit her lip nervously, unconvinced. “But…”

“Oh, come on, Paula,” Lizzy wheedled, tugging on her attendant’s sleeve. “I haven’t been out and around in forever.”

Under Lizzy’s beseeching look, the mousy brown haired woman relented, shoulders slumping. “Please, at least stay by my side, young miss,” Paula pleaded, knowing that it was already a lost cause.

Lizzy beamed. “I’ll do my best. Thank you, Paula.”

The attendant blushed under her praise, bobbing her head and shuffling after her enthusiastic charge. The blonde turned around and began admiring the displays in the store windows, her smile not faltering the slightest bit…even when a group of chattering girls in pointed high heels and fashionable maroon dresses walked past her.

“My, isn’t this beautiful, Paula?” Lizzy breathed, her hand reaching out to touch the glass before abruptly dropping back to her side. She didn’t want to smear the glass with her fingertips. Instead, her eyes trailed the cerulean dress wistfully, appreciating every subtle detail from the lacy ruffled neckline to the pleated out-layer skirt.

“The shade would certainly suit your eyes,” Paula agreed amiably, her demeanor softening and anxiousness melting away from observing her charge’s blatant happiness. The two lingered in front of the store, unsure if purchasing the dress would be a betrayal of Nina’s trust. Fortunately, their musing was cut off by a familiar voice.

“My, my, what do we have here?”

Lizzy stiffened, then whipped around abruptly and squealed, “Sebastian! How are you? Are you here with Ciel?”

To his credit, the Phantomhive butler hardly flinched, despite the proximity and high pitch of Lizzy’s squeal. His smile did, however, minisculely twitch. “Lady Elizabeth,” he acknowledged, bowing deeply. There was a deceptively innocent smile on his face as he informed her, “I’ve just finished some errands and am doing well, thank you. I see you are in good health as well. The young master is in London for some business matters. ”

“Business matters?” Lizzy echoed, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes. “I don’t suppose said business matters relate to that dreadful incident on the Campania, do they?”

“Of course not. That case is closed,” Sebastian answered smoothly, not faltering the slightest under Lizzy’s penetrating stare. For what seemed like the hundredth time, Lizzy wished that she had her mother’s ability to effortlessly exude confidence and coolness. Even though Lizzy was steadily working to become as physically strong as her mother, she still had much to learn when it came to the finer subtleties of conversation. Intimidation? Seduction? Hah, the thought of Lizzy successfully performing either of those techniques was laughable.

“And is the matter which Ciel is attending to extremely urgent?” Lizzy persisted.

Sebastian paused.

Although he did not answer her question, his hesitation was enough. “May you take us to him?” Lizzy requested, giving the Phantomhive butler her most innocent smile. “Somehow, I’m inclined to thinking that Ciel hasn’t had much time to relax and enjoy himself. He needs to take a break every once in awhile, you know.”

“My lady!”

Paula’s exclamation was nothing more than a token protest: Lizzy knew that her attendant silently agreed with the sentiment. Not only that, but Lizzy also knew that her attendant cared greatly for her happiness. And Lizzy’s happiness…

Her happiness lay with Ciel.

Sebastian studied her unwavering expression, searching for something. Evidently, he found what he was looking for, as he bowed once more. “As you wish: I shall lead you to where my lord is currently located. Shall I call a carriage?”

“Is it far?”

“Not particularly, my lady.”

“Then no, we walk,” Lizzy decided firmly. “Ciel needs to come outside more, anyways.”

Sebastian’s lips twitched upwards into a roguish smirk. Lizzy envied the butler’s chiseled face and pale complexion: sometimes it felt as if she was dealing with a being of perfection rather than an actual, flawed human. “Please follow me. If you have any other requests, please feel free to inform me and I shall perform my utmost best to follow them through.”

The walk hardly took more than four minutes, but the sheer complexity of the route they took captivated Lizzy completely. Turns, twists, and past the more expensive London districts they went. Evidently, Ciel wasn’t at his usual London abode.

Abruptly, Sebastian halted in his tracks. Lizzy nearly bumped into him, having mindlessly followed the raven-haired butler for the past few minutes, but her instincts honed from fencing saved her. Instead of colliding into the butler, she nimbly darted to the left, leaping over a muddy puddle and landing safely on dry cobblestone.

“My apologies, Lady Elizabeth. We have arrived,” Sebastian informed her, gesturing to the café before him. “May I enter and inform him of your presence?”

“That would be great. Thank you,” Lizzy acknowledged absentmindedly, staring at the café entrance with poorly disguised interest. New Jonathan’s, read the wooden sign hanging at the door. Lizzy had heard of it before from her father: he often spoke of the stock trading going on in the coffee shops down Sweeting’s Alley, but Lizzy had never taken much interest in such matters. After all, women were banned from cafés, much to her mother’s irritation.

There was the signature click-clack sound of Ciel’s boots, then the door to the café opened. “Elizabeth,” he said crossly.

Lizzy scowled at his sullen attitude. “It’s Lizzy. Lih-zee. Come now, Ciel. Is that all you have to say when your dearest fiance visits you?”

Oops, there was more bitterness that leaked into her question than Lizzy would’ve liked. Ciel’s lack of presence at the recent parties had annoyed Lizzy to an extent, but she didn’t mean to attack him. Lizzy winced, biting her lip and offering Ciel a sheepish smile and hopeful apology. “Sorry?”

Ciel gave her a long, suffering look before sighing resignedly. “Do you need something, Lizzy?”

Lizzy ignored the annoyance swimming in his sapphire blue eyes and instead focused on his demeanor. Usually, Ciel presented himself at his utmost best regardless of what company he held: straightened back, chin up, and all. However, unlike his usual confident demeanor, there was an air of weariness around the earl. His shoulders slumped and movements sluggish, Ciel concealed his exhaustion rather poorly.

No matter what her workaholic fiance said, he needed a break. And if she was to be hated for forcing him on that break — well, so be it. She cared too much about him to allow him to burn himself out from his Watchdog duties.

“I was informed that you were in town and guessed that you might need some cheerier company!” Lizzy said cheerily, reminding herself not to coo over Ciel’s adorably petulant scowl. His attempt at intimidation had nothing over Mother’s terrifying glower, but she pretended to look cowed all the same.

“Lizzy, I have work to do.” A-hah, there it was: Ciel’s patented excuse. Not that his Watchdog duties weren’t important, but Lizzy was not to be deterred.

“And I, as your fiance, have been delegated the duty to ensure you don’t overwork yourself,” Lizzy declared obstinately, observing his irritated look critically. “I daresay you look rather vexed, Ciel. I know that your work is important to you, but what use is it if you are not in good health?”

“Lizzy,” Ciel grouched, but there was a hint of fondness that leaked into his voice. The azure-haired earl really was a softy at heart. He hardly protested when Lizzy took his hand (once again, social rules be damned) and tugged him away from the coffeeshop and onto the bustling main street.

“Shall we attend the music halls? Or perhaps a shop— oh, Ciel! Let’s go in here!”

“Lizzy,” Ciel said patiently, his ever-prevalent scowl deepening, “that’s a toy store.”

“And?”

“I sell toys.”

“And?”

“Why would I give more business to a competitor?” Ciel questioned rhetorically.

Lizzy rolled her eyes, huffing, “We can just peruse the store, if you’re that averse to buying from it. Wouldn’t it benefit you if you discover what your competitors are selling?”

Ciel paused, suddenly observing the toy store with renewed interest. “You may be right,” he admitted grudgingly.

Lizzy sent him another bright smile before darting inside. The bell to the shop rung as the door swung closed, the telltale click-clack of Ciel’s footsteps resounding behind her.

“Oh my, Ciel, look at this!” Lizzy gushed in adoration, picking up a stuffed blue bear and presenting it to her fiance. “It looks like you.”

Ciel’s eyebrows scrunched together as he eyed the toy with thinly veiled contempt. “It does not.”

Lizzy giggled: his petulant scowl matched the bear’s expression exactly, although she was mindful enough not to mention it. “Didn’t you like board games?” she asked instead, gesturing to the games proudly displayed on the shelves. “Look, they even have some American games. I haven’t seen this one in your shop.”

Ciel drew closer, an thrilling feeling shocking her body as his shoulder brushed past hers. “I should have Sebastian ask Bard about these,” he murmured, staring critically at the wooden board game and turning it over for closer examination. Then, he paused and turned to face her, his azure eyes meeting her emerald. Blatant disbelief shone in his face. “You…know what’s in my shop?”

Lizzy’s smile grew a little wider. “You know that the Funtom toy stores are probably the most popular toy stores in England. As your fiance, I have to prepare for more than just your Watchdog duties, you know,” she informed softly, somehow unable to draw herself away from his steady gaze.

“I thought that you’d…” Ciel’s voice trailed off, but Lizzy knew him well enough to finish his train of thought.

Lizzy pursed her lips. “I wouldn’t make you give up toymaking, Ciel.”

“It’s hardly fitting of an earl.”

“You want to make people happy, right? That’s noble enough for me,” Lizzy chided gently, her hand unconsciously reaching for his. Wordlessly, Lizzy found herself standing beside Ciel, staring at the shelves of board games while intertwining her pinkie with his. “And…it makes you happy,” Lizzy added quietly.

Ciel froze, a curious expression on his face. A multitude of emotions flashed in his eyes, most of which Lizzy couldn’t decipher. Then, in a similarly lowered voice, he asked, “Does it?”

“It does,” Lizzy said with certainty, remembering the times when she would stumble upon a contemplative but definitely content Ciel testing out a prototype toy.

“Am I happy?”

And although Lizzy knew she was missing something important in this conversation, she answered truthfully, “I hope so.”

Ciel’s eyes darted towards her, then to her ever surmounting surprise, his lips tugged upwards in the tiniest smile. “Maybe I am.”

His pinkie curled around hers a little tighter.

Lizzy hummed under her breath, fastidiously ignoring the scarlet tint of her fiance’s cheeks.

They exited the toy store after perusing the various knick knacks for another half-hour. Lizzy felt rather accomplished: before, Ciel walked with a weariness that rivalled elderly men. But now, watching him stride down the street confidently with a slight bounce in his step, Lizzy felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

She was worried about him. She really was, but there was little she could do about his self-destructive tendencies without overstepping her fiance boundaries and Lizzy hated this feeling of uselessness. But at the very least— at the very least, she could do this for him.

“Lizzy, do you want to look at the dresses?

Obviously, the offer was made out of courtesy rather than actual desire: Ciel looked as if he’d rather die than step into a dress shop willingly with her. Then again, she knew him to always follow through with his promises: Ciel would join her in the shop if she wished to enter. He’d suffer through whatever long, tortuous ordeal of dress-up Lizzy would put him through just to make her happy, and it was these moments that reminded Lizzy why she loved her fiance so fiercely.

“I’m alright,” Lizzy replied absentmindedly, staring at the cerulean dress displayed in the window. They must have came full circle, for they were back on the street with Nina’s shop. “Why don’t we—?”

Unfortunately, before Lizzy could suggest going to the nearby ice cream parlor, Ciel grabbed her abruptly and pulled her to his left. “Ciel, what—?”

“We have pursuers,” he hissed under his breath. “Don’t look behind us: they’re armed. Sebastian will take care of them.”

Lizzy’s eyebrows must’ve raised above her hairline. “Ciel, I can’t just ignore the fact that several armed men are strolling down the streets of London and following us. And didn’t Sebastian run off to finish some errands?”

“Just — get in the store,” Ciel ordered, tugging desperately at her sleeve. “Come on, Lizzy.”

Lizzy softened at the worry reflecting in his sapphire blue eyes, then straightened herself. “Ciel, do you trust me?”

To Lizzy’s surprise, his response was immediate. “I do.”

Feeling her cheeks toast, Lizzy glanced to the right in an effort to avert his gaze. Mustering her confidence, Lizzy managed to sound relatively commanding. “Then follow my lead.”

Immediately, Lizzy swerved to the left, rounding the corner and quickly pulling Ciel and herself into the first shop she saw. “How many?” she asked quietly.

“Three.”

The perfect number: too many, and people would take notice. Too little, and they’d be unable to take out the Queen’s Watchdog. Lizzy watched their pursuers round the corner and grinned when she recognized the guns hanging on their belts: Lancaster pistols. That made things easier for Lizzy: compared to the Webley revolvers, which reloaded much faster, the pistols were practically ancient.

Slipping her swords —Lizzy had gotten into the habit of carrying two swords instead of one after the Campania incident—  out of their sheathes underneath her petticoat, Lizzy counted to three before slamming open the door and lunging forward.

Their pursuers, taken off guard, only noticed her after she had already knocked one of their comrades unconscious. Immediately, Lizzy felt two gunshots whizz to her left and barely dodged.

Leave them no chance to reload, echoed her mother’s voice in her head.

Spinning around, Lizzy decided that now was the ideal time for experimentation. She’d seen her parents and even some other talented fencers —a certain Queen’s butler came to mind— slice through guns easily with their swords, but had never tried such herself. After all, the walking corpses on the Campania hardly needed arms to be dangerous.

Her feet nimbly dancing around the men, she lunged forward and was delighted to see one of the men’s guns slice in two. She had forgotten the feeling of exhilaration that accompanied engaging enemies. Of course, she had also forgotten that in attacking the man, she was now right beside the other man…who still had a loaded pistol.

Lizzy made a mental note that if she survived this encounter, she should work on her common sense.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

To her astonishment, Lizzy didn’t feel any holes tear through her body. On the contrary, she was staring numbly at the two remaining men groaning on the ground, clutching their legs. Lizzy turned around to see Ciel standing behind her with the most furious expression on his face, the gun in his hand still smoking.

Stowing the gun back in its holder, Ciel glanced to their right. “You’re late, Sebastian.”

“My apologies. I’m glad to see that you and Lady Elizabeth are unharmed, young master,” Sebastian returned, his eyes flashing with an emotion that Lizzy might’ve called amusement. “Should I take care of these three?”

“Take them out of our sight,” Ciel ordered.

The smirk on the butler’s face almost made Lizzy shiver. “As you wish, my lord.”

“Ciel…”

“Don’t,” Ciel cut off, scowling at her. “That was reckless, Lizzy.”

The anger that surged from that comment shocked herself. “What was I supposed to do, Ciel? Let them shoot at you?”

“Sebastian would’ve taken care of it.”

“And how would I know that he’d come fast enough? For all I knew, he was on the other side of town!”

“We could’ve distracted them long enough!”

“And how could you ensure that they wouldn’t start shooting at us before we could distract them long enough? They clearly don’t care about hurting the public, considering they attacked in broad daylight.”

“I can’t lose you!”

Lizzy’s breath hitched. She stared at her fiance with rounded eyes, her mouth parted in the tiniest ‘o’ shape, unable to turn away from the intensity of Ciel’s gaze.

“I can’t lose you,” he repeated again, his fists clenching and cheeks splashed with a rosy pink. “Not you, too.”

Lizzy didn’t know how she managed to find her voice, but she did. “And I can’t lose you, either,” she replied simply, meeting his unwavering gaze with a certainty and confidence she didn’t know she possessed.

Ciel flinched, as if her words had physically struck him. Then, his shoulders slumped and he relented, “Please don’t…please try not to put yourself in such danger again.”

“I make no promises,” Lizzy returned evenly.

A small, almost sad smile quirked on his lips. “You really have changed from the cheery, oblivious girl I remember.”

Lizzy rolled her eyes, an undoubtedly unladylike gesture that would never win her mother’s approval. “No, Ciel,” she corrected. “I’m still her. I’m just…this, too.”

“I’m…starting to see that.”

“You’re not…scared?” To her mortification, Lizzy’s voice came out much more hesitant than she wanted to. She was supposed to act flippant and confident, not needy for her fiance’s approval! Ciel already had enough on his plate: a shy and unsure fiance was not what he needed right now.

“Of you?” Ciel looked visibly surprised at the question. The answer slipped off of his lips without hesitation. “Never.”

He probably didn’t even realize the impact his nonchalant answer had on her. Lizzy swayed precariously on her feet, feeling her cheeks flush a light pink. Her eyes, funnily enough, were fixtated on her low-heeled shoes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For saving me.”

“You saved me first,” Ciel replied, the blatant affection in his voice making Lizzy blush again. “And…well…”

Lizzy glanced upwards to find her fiance blushing and frantically looking for Sebastian to save him. “…and?” she prompted, staring at him in confusion.

“…youreimportanttome.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re…important to me, Lizzy,” Ciel said uncomfortably, eyes darting from side to side and looking at everywhere except her. “I…you…you might not need my protection, but I promise I’ll do my best to keep you safe.”

Lizzy’s lips quirked upwards. “You’re important to me too,” she chimed in, reaching out to him and squeezing his hand gently. “And thank you, Ciel.”

“My lady!”

Lizzy squealed, whipping around and spotting Paula running up to them in the distance. “Oh, Paula…I’m so sorry! I completely forgot about you,” she babbled.

“My lady, we must hurry back. Your brother’s returned home early,” Paula explained hurriedly. In a moment of seconds, Lizzy’s rather scarlet face turned a pallid white. “And—”

“Paula?”

The servant blushed. “I-I’m so s-sorry for interrupting! Continue on!” Paula stammered, wringing her hands and stepping backwards. Lizzy followed her attendant’s gaze down to their intertwined hands and immediately flushed scarlet once again. Hurriedly, both of them jumped back, stuttering and babbling nonsensical excuses.

“H-he was just—”

“—I was just—”

“Oh, don’t worry, earl,” Paula reassured seriously, “I won’t tell Lord Edward. Carry on.”

Lizzy was surprised she wasn’t a complete tomato at this point, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet Ciel’s eyes. Suddenly, the cool London air felt extremely hot. “P-Paula,” Lizzy attempted to explain, “We were just…checking…”

“Checking?”

“…our…temperature?” Lizzy tried.

“Your…temperature,” Paula repeated haltingly, utterly confused.

“Never mind,” Lizzy said hurriedly, cheeks flushing even more when she heard Ciel snicker to her right. “Let’s just go. Ciel, I’ll see you later. Please take care of yourself, alright?”

“I make no promises,” Ciel replied, eyes twinkling just the slightest as he threw her words back to her. “But I’ll do my best. Thank you, Lizzy.”

“For…”

“Everything. This. You.” Ciel gestured to her in general, unable to find the words to properly convey his sentiment. Eventually, he gave up and dropped his hands limply to his sides. Behind them, the rumble of the Midford carriage grew louder as it approached the pair. Neither of them paid the carriage any notice. “I…had fun.”

Lizzy beamed, feeling a weight lift off of her chest. “I did too.”

Stepping into the carriage, Lizzy bit her lip and the turned around, giving him one last smile. “Goodbye, Ciel.”

“Until next time, Lizzy.”

Two days later, a package arrived at the Midford household. Inside was a sky-blue satin dress and a note addressed to one Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford.

Lizzy,

I saw you staring at this earlier and had Sebastian pick it up. Honestly, if you wanted to enter the store, you could’ve just told me. I’ve been handling your impromptu dress-up sessions for the past few years.

Anyways, Sebastian approved of this dress. I hope you don’t mind that I picked out a different color for you — I think this suits your eyes more.

Please don’t go making a habit out of confronting dangerous men with guns. It’ll worry your brother and parents.

Are you heading to the Crawford ball?

Would you like to

I will be attending the Crawford ball in two weeks. It would be nice to see you there.

Ciel.

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Anime Romances + Tugging on the Sleeve

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Real Life Avatar Challenge

There was a challenge in the IMVU forums which asked if we could make our avatars look like our real life? well obviously challenge accepted. This is my real life avatar the only difference is shes a little bit skinnier and a few acne scars but this is 100% me. Everything else is exactly true to form this is literally a cartoon version of myself. However, if you want to copy this style or see something in the photo you want please feel free to check the list of what shes wearing below. The avatar creators and items with individualized links are posted to lead you straight to the specific item you want to buy. Enjoy! 

Avatar: Droll - Dollie

Head: M0nys - x Nina MH Custom <3

Hair: Java - -J- Aoibhe Carrot

Eyes: MissMaya - mm. Lucid. 15. Azure 

Eyebrows: Ako -  ◮ Korean ┊ Black

Eyelashes: M0nys - x Lashes Dolls [Req]

Skin: M0nys - x Scarlet Custom [Req]

Outfit: Anry - [Anry] Vacyn Slim

Shoes: Whims - Miami Gold Heels

Scaler:

Scaler - Combo Scaler S85A90H60

Scaler - Head Scaler 110%

teaTM - !T Hip Scale 130%

Anarch - Small Waist, Curvy Hips

Accessories:

M0nys - Light on Face M/F

SandraVegas - Rhinestone eye stick - ons

Whims - White Choker

Whims - Hawt Black Silver Nails

KisaTheCutie - K|DerivePrincessChoker

Yoo - Natural Freckles

Poses:

Suey - 5000 savage sitting

Meikin - Kawaii Poses

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All The Brands You Can Shop in the FASHION x CAFA Wear Canada Proud Online Shopping Event

This week, FASHION and CAFA are teaming up to present the Wear Canada Proud Online Shopping Event, a 48-hour sale in support of Canadian designers who have been impacted by COVID-19. Featuring more than 120 local designers, there’s a diverse range of products highlighting incredible Canadian design and workmanship.

Here are the brands you can shop in the 48-hour Wear Canada Proud sale this week on June 16-17:

Womenswear

Aille Arc’Teryx Alex S. Yu Andrew Coimbra Beaufille Beth Richards Brunette the Label Canada Goose Dorian Who e3 Koncept ELAMA Eliza Faulkner Ellie Mae Fortnight Gogo Hayley Elsaesser Hilary MacMillan Honubelle Judith & Charles Kaela Kay Kathryn Bowen KIP. Knix Kwesiya Lesley Hampton Lorem Ipsum Luxton Leisure Mackage Maison Marie Saint Pierre Malika Rajani Mani Jassal Melanie Jacqueline Mercy House Miriam Baker Nadya Toto NARCES Noize Obakki OKAYOK ORNORM Paul Hardy Pink Tartan Quartz Co. Roots Rock n’ Karma Silkie Girl Selfish Swimwear Sentaler Shelli Oh Sid Neigum The Sleep Shirt Smash & Tess Soia & Kyo Spencer Badu TAMGA Tara Rivas Triarchy UNCUFFED UNTTLD Whitney Linen Wuxly Movement

Menswear

18 Waits Andrew Coimbra Canada Goose Christoper Bates e3 Koncept Hip and Bone Krane Mackage Mayer Mercy House Noize Quartz Co. Raised by Wolves Roots Shelli Oh Spencer Badu Wuxley Movement

Accessories

ai Anavi Designs Angela Mitchell Arc’Teryx Azure Lazuli Bain Bouswari Callula Co. Camille Côtē Cougar Ela Handbags Fellow Earthlings Flore Mirabeau Fumile Garema Heirloom Hats Herschel Supply House of Hayla Krista Norris Maguire Matt & Nat Maison Bedard Malvados Mayer Natalia Baquero Millinery Niminimi Ooobaby Partoem Piper & Skye Poppy Barley Ron White Shelli Oh Suzi Rohi Uncuffed Zvelle

Jewellery

Alan Anderson Andrew Coimbra Beaufille Biko Birks Brass & Unity Captve Cat Janiga Corey Moranis CUCHARA Cyntia Miglio Dean Davidson Deux Lions Foe & Dear Hillberg & Berk Hania Kuzbari Jenny Bird Jessica Jewellery J.Y. Gao Lisa Corbo Louve Montreal Omi Woods Nina Janvier Nogu Rita Tesolin Van Der Hout Jewelry Warren Steven Scott Wolf Circus

For all discount codes and more information, click here. Plus, don’t forget to tune into FASHION and CAFA‘s Instagram pages across the two days to see live talks with industry insiders, designers and more.

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Seeing this animated was so flipping cute

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Red Beauty by x-azure-x featuring beaded tassel earrings

Nina black strap sandals, 120 AUD / Oscar de la Renta beaded tassel earrings, 1 950 AUD / Rose choker, 5.00 AUD / Garland headband, 11 AUD