#Opyum

[louboutin-passions]

As much a I have a love for Louboutins, the Saint Laurent Opyum heel is possibly the most exquisite styling I have ever come across!

[makrostil]

opyum 2022

[seneon]

What do your moots remind you of?

wait wait anon-chan this gonna be a long ass list. all under the cut and a lot of yapping

@tojiluv ⌇ ory

the smell of office documents and coffee. you radiate a comforting vibe but at the same time you have like 7261616377271 works for complete so you escape to cafés.

@amourlyns ⌇ ven

sports cars speeding through the night. maybe it's the previous batman theme, but you really remind me of those soothing late night drives through cities.

@itonashi ⌇ shina

bone china mug and any type of tea. i can picture you sitting and drinking tea from the bone china mug and humming to yourself saying "mm yes yes... tea."

@syomi ⌇ syo

wine red stilettos and a jazz bar. you remind me of an elegant woman in an old jazz bar just fancying her night through with a drooling group of men who tries to get your attention.

@anqelically ⌇ angel

japanese cherry blossoms and spring mostly. you're like a pretty sakura. you LOOK like a pretty sakura. you are a pretty sakura. so cute right. ily angel ur really an angel 🩷

@yuquinzel / @luvmequmi ⌇ hana

flowers! definitely a white tulip or a camellia. you're so sweet and you treasure + honour your friends more than yourself. so, you deserve a flower or two occasionally as achievement.

@noomon ⌇ noo

raincoats and gumboots. noo you're like a soul that always goes out after the rain stops just to jump in puddles. or or, you'd go out in the rain just to dance in it.

@caelivir ⌇ kory

a stoic apothecary. idk you remind me of someone who'd be so obsessed with testing poisons and finding a cure/medicine to everything. all done in pure stoicism.

@saewako ⌇ winter

snowy trails and misty fogs. you highly remind me of a tired village girl escaping from home and now she walks through the snow and mist with sore, red feet. heha.

@milyz ⌇ mila

clouds and a farm. you're not working on the farm though. you're a visitor of the farm and you'd sit by the balcony of the inn just to stare into the clouds. bonus if you're drawing.

@hyoismbbg ⌇ vy

konapun toys. especially the popin' cookin' ones. or a japanese drugstore. you're definitely someone who likes to buy bags of stuff from cheap drugstores.

@httpshujii ⌇ ray

red lipstick and leather jackets. add in some knee-length boots and you'll rock the look. to put simply, you remind me of a sweet, kind, and cool rockstar girlfriend.

@okkalo ⌇ kalo

bubblegum and cotton candies! you actually remind me of very sugary treats that either melts in your mouth or will have an enjoyable time chewing.

@saelestia ⌇ rain

vivienne westwood's gunmetal orb heart lighter. fancy and classy, that's the vibe that you give off. i chose a lighter because there's also a fierce and fiery side of you.

@kyoghurts ⌇ kenji

i've said this before, and it's the smell of a bakery. like the scent of a very sweet dessert. red velvet cakes, soufflé, grape-flavoured cheese tarts.

@rninies ⌇ kylin

yves saint laurent's opyum sandles. no because honestly my first thought after like checking your blog out, it reminded me of those ysl heels. and honestly? you'd look good in it.

@iluvies / @luv-lies ⌇ luvie

white butterfly koi fishes. they're so majestic and beautiful and they honestly remind me of you, someone's who's so kind and beautiful like a butterfly koi. you're very gentle too!

@todorokies ⌇ knives

would it be funny if i said actual knives? okay maybe not... but daggers or swords. the ones which are freshly forged and ready for battle. you're like a honourable warrior. so kewl.

@omitea ⌇ sinnie

green tea and zen gardens. you remind me of a japanese girl who sits by the engawa (wood corridor) of an old japanese-style house's garden, relaxing with nature.

@wishmemel ⌇ safi

pearls. simply... pearls. because you're a really elegant person and all you remind me of is fancy and naturally expensive pearls. you're like a gem, an unobtainable one.

@noirflms ⌇ zen

laces and ruffle skirts. cute, coquette, soft. those are the elements that heavily reminds me of you. maybe even some strawberry shortcake and strawberry milk.

@kaiser1ns ⌇ kiki

love letters. those sweet, corny, and super romantic ones. oh and one of the letters which is from a secret admirer definitely talks about being crazy in love with you...

@rizzmin ⌇ armin

medieval knight's armour. i believe it's the whole knight theme you have but you're definitely a knight in your last live. and your name is majestic too like ?*!*!*?

@kurosaaki ⌇ jen

hunger games. specifically, a player in hunger games. i don't know, you just radiate survival / apocalyptic vibes in any media like the last of us and stuff.

@conan-hearts-u ⌇ conan

mint chocolate ice-cream. you're very very chill and nonchalant, and super cool just like ice-cream. the mint and chocolate is just a preference that you remind me of.

@jaysgirlx ⌇ kleo

penthouse barbecue parties. with all your home girls just chilling at the penthouse, cool music in the background and the sizzling of barbecued foods. yess i want barbecue now.

@white-poppie ⌇ gauri

soft rose lippies and heart-achingly beautiful poetry. you are the epitome of poetry. a muse, something i would write hours on end about. you're also the writer. it's both in one.

@seumyo ⌇ eumy

goldfishes. the moment i met you i already immediately thought about fishes, especially goldfishes. it's a bonus for me when you actually have a fish theme HAHA.

@angeliicheartt ⌇ elle

eyeliners and chokers. this is random but i really love the way you do your eyeliners. it's sososo pretty and you're so cool and grunge i fw you heavy. for the choker, uhh your emoness

@heartkaji ⌇ mars

the 2000s mcbling aesthetic. so unrelated to you but you give me heavy mcbling vibes. it's the striking hot pink and blinking queen stuff you have swirling all around you.

@bloodswrd ⌇ rosalyn

"i was all over her" by salvia path. yes, a song. you give me the vibe of a child lost in their dreams, wandering around a foggy forest looking for their way back home.

@sepptember ⌇ august

my english teacher. mb this is so weird but you radiate my eng teacher vibes HAHA. she's very nice and kind and so are you. she's also quite poetic! and really pretty 🙏

@metsukini ⌇ mimi

cinnamoroll. ueygshd i love cinnamoroll sm he's so cute just like you. y'all both are sososo adorable i wanna keep you in my pocket forever. wanna squeeze your cheeks all day too..

@lunatiqez / @poetlus ⌇ liv

ramen with naruto. the swirly thingy with pinky lines. and of course, miso ramen! or the noodle takeout that looks like this 🥡 you seem like a friend i'd go to an izakaya with (:

@rueclfer ⌇ rue

a crystal castles song. you give me the vibe of you dancing to a crystal castles song in your room then the next second you're on the ground, contemplating about life.

@sweetheartsaku ⌇ saku

i think you can kinda predict what i'm gonna say... fireworks and stars. i cannot watch a fireworks show or the stars the same anymore aft meeting u. it's a game changer, saku.

@raeson ⌇ claire

@luvlyycy ⌇ cy

bees flying around petals. you have a really sweet vibe and i imagine you as a flower petal and there's cute bees flying around you on a perfectly sunny day where the sun is peak.

@bbluefllame ⌇ eirene

a jovial black & white cat. you radiate kitty vibes. those two colours always bear the cutest kitties ever, and it screams eirene. yk, the typa kitty who has a insta account js for u.

mini skirts and cupcakes. you're soso upbeat and cute i imagine that one dabi x girly! reader with you as the reader like actually. wanna keep you in my pocket!!

ok that's all. i think i missed a few people but oh well im lazy to re-edit it again so mb if you're missed out 🙏

[deadgirlsnoring]

THE ONLY ONE FOR ME | DR. SPENCER REID

Summary; When Spencer ‘accidentally’ flirted with another girl, you weren’t exactly thrilled.

Contents; P in V, humiliation, no protection used, begging, slight crying, black reader, reader has female anatomy, little bit mean reader, sub!spence, reader uses she/her pronouns, tiny blood kink, overstimulation.

“I didn’t even know! I- I was just talking back. You know, making conversation?” She crossed her arms, annoyance laced in her face.

“No, Spencer. I don’t know.” He pouted, staring up at her. The boy was sitting down on the edge of their shared bed, while Y/n stood over him.

“Do you really not know what she was doing? She rubbed your arm Spence! Why would she do that in a friendly matter?”

He tried to make words come out but it really was no use, her mind was already set.

“You want her don’t you? I saw the way your cheeks blushed, the way your eyes lit up. Leave.” Pointing towards the door.

“No! No.” He stood up quickly but shortly sat down due to the stare Y/n give him.

Spencer was a good boy. He waited til she was done talking to let his words through, even though he really wanted to interrupt her. Knowing it made her upset, also made him upset and he really wanted to prevent that.

“70% of people associated feelings of embarrassment or discomfort with receiving a compliment. S-So I couldn’t help but blush, you know I always get flustered, I’m not used to compliments Y/n.” She huffed, that she knew.

He kept on rambling, following her around the room with his eyes while she walked in circles. Y/n was removing her clothing, well; except her heels.

They were white Saint LAURENT Opyum heels. She liked designer, and if she could afford it, what’s the issue?

Spencer liked when she kept her heels on, and even though he was still taller than her, Y/n made him feel small.

“Wha- What are you doing?” Clicking her tongue, she shook her head, “I don’t know, you’re the profiler. You tell me Doctor Spencer Reid.”

The way she said his name made him shiver. “Stop. Please?” He sounded so cute, made her heart beat 10 times faster.

She got off her two piece, left in her white bra, along with the matching panties. A shaky breath left his mouth, he liked white. Y/n was teasing him, it’s like she planned for him to be flustered by a random girl.

Just to get him where they are now.

“I like when you beg, but how can I stop when I haven’t even touched you?”

Her hands fell on either side of his thighs, their noses almost touching. She could hear his heartbeat, made her giggle.

“What’s f-funny?” She licked her lips, “Oh nothing, just how hard you are under those jeans. You wanna feel some relief, yeah?”

Nodding his head frantically, he bit down on his lip, hard enough she knows it’ll leave a mark.

“But you just told me to stop.” Faking sadness with a pout, she brushed her nose against the tip of his. A whine slipped from his lips, so she connected their lips.

They moved together in sync, until she massaged her freshly manicured nails against his bulge. Y/n was going too slow, and even though his hips rutted against her hands, it just wasn’t enough.

“Please.” He mumbled against her lips. Hoping that since she smiled into the kiss, she would go easy on him.

So she waited, and waited. Until he realized that she wasn’t gonna go easy on him at all.

Slowly removing his left hand from the bed, he held the hand that was against his bulge and controlled her speed. Y/n was shocked, Reid wasn’t into being control at all, he really was needy for release.

Pulling away for air, she giggled loudly when he tried to chase her lips. “Slow your roll little guy, why are you in a rush?”

Y/n pulled her hand away a little as a tease, her brows raising when he kept her hand in place, applying slight pleasure to his covered cock.

“Please don’t go.” Tilting her head to the side she tangled her fingers in his hair, scratching his scalp. When he moaned quietly, she stopped. A pout left plastered on his face.

“If you want something, I want you to say it straight up. No shortcuts Spence.” The man unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down so they flooded around his feet.

He looked up at her hoping it was enough, it’s like he couldn’t say stuff like that. Came out too nerdy and scientific.

Bending down into a squat, she brought both her hands up to massage his thighs, nowhere near where he wanted. “You want me to make you cum?” She cooed, looking up at him with her big brown eyes.

“Yes! Mhm, please?” Y/n nodded, tugging his boxers down, he helped too. Lifting up his hips so it was easier.

So needy, he was.

When his dick hit his pale chest and was met with the cold air, he felt a shiver go through his whole body.

Neck hairs stood up in anticipation, she always made him guess what she was gonna do next. Always turning out to be better than what he imagined.

She licked a long stripe from the base of his cock towards the tip, bringing it into her mouth for a long suck.

“Mmf- I’m sorry, so s-sorry.” She let go out of it with a pop sound, licking her lips, “Sorry for what pumpkin?”

“Tal- Talking to her; responding, actually.” Y/n held the base with her right hand, clicking her tongue.

“Why you bringing her up, you want her do to this for you or something?” He shook his head fast, making her smile softly.

“Not at all, I- I want you only. You’re the only one for me Y/n, I won’t do it again. I’ll be good for you, promise.” Even during intimate times he always has to get it across to her that’s she’s the only one.

“I know baby, your dicks standing tall. Just for me, right?” Squeezing her hand, he thrusted up into it, a bright blush coating his face.

“Mhm momma, please just make it better. I’ll do anything.” Her brow rose, he didn’t know what he got himself into.

While her hand was squeezed around his base, the other was moving up and down. Almost too fast for Spencer.

He wasn’t gonna last that was for sure. He was always able to cum whenever unless told otherwise, and Y/n didn’t say anything.

She knew exactly when he was getting close, his chest grew heavier, and the boy would start to mumble words nobody could decipher.

So when that familiar knot in his stomach grew until it was about to unfold, he was gonna let loose. That was until she took her hands away.

“P- Please? Can I cum? Can you let me? I’ll be so good.” Standing up, she ordered him to get up higher on the bed, and that he did.

The look on his face was almost pornographic, the boy looked a mess. Messed up hair, flushed cheeks, and pink bruised lips.

“You want some help with that Doctor?” She touched his tip with her pointer finger, playing with his pre cum.

He couldn’t help but bite on his tongue, nodding so hard you would think his head would fall off.

“No please? Don’t be pathetic now. Where are your manners?” He shook his head, taking him outside his daze. His hair falling in front of his face.

“Please, can you help me? Need you so bad. I could cum right now.” Frowning, she sighed deeply, “I didn’t say you could though. You don’t listen to rules either?”

“I-I’ll listen to you! Wont cum, just.. please momma?”

Smirking, she seductively took off her panties, only added to the need he had to cum. Crawling up in between his legs like a man eater, she straddled him, ignoring his whines of annoyance.

Her wet folds went back and forth over his member, eliciting a shaky breath from Y/n. As she lifted up, his eyes fell down to the slick she left on him.

Y/n’s hands were on his shoulders, as the girl above him teased his tip. She would take him in, a choked moan escaping him, only to turn into a whimper when she lifted herself back up.

She wanted to build his tolerance, he was known for coming too quick.

Needed to train her boy.

“Oh please, am I not good? I deserve this, you. It hurts when you do that Y/n.” Holding his chin up with her right hand, “Why do you think that concerns me Spence, now shh. Can you do that?”

The grip on his chin was too harsh, he couldn’t talk. So he went for nodding instead. While he sunk down on his length, she leaned in for a kiss. His lips were plump, soft.

She bit down on his bottom lip, not letting go even when he whined and whimpered.

Not letting go until she tasted it, that tiniest bit of blood. Not only did Y/n taste that, she felt him. Felt him twitch inside her. The boy was so worried about the pain he didn’t even realize she bottomed out.

Pulling away with his blood on her lips she slowly licked them off, waiting for his reaction. His eyes were closed and when he opened them, they were glazed over.

“Pumpkin?” He hummed, his puppy eyes trailing up to hers.

“Whatcha think, yes or no?” Spencer smiled softly, his hands trailing to either side of her hips before nodding.

“Can you d-do it again?”

“Hmm, where?”

One of his hands lifted to point to his neck, before going back to its original place.

So she listened, slowly moving herself up and down on him while kissing and sucking on his neck. She didn’t wanna bite him again just yet.

Tangling her hands in this hair she lifted his head up to look at her, “You wanna cum?” He mumbled a yes, licking over where Y/n bit.

“M’close, so close. Please?” She smiled when she saw a tear, the way his voice sounded like he was holding back a buttload of tears.

“Doctor Reid wants to let loose huh? Bet it hurts so bad don’t it?” Pulling harshly on his hair he let out a sob, accompanied by a bunch of soft pleads.

“Hurts so bad momma, gonn—I’m begging you, can I? Please?” She made herself look like she was thinking about it, then clenched around him, throwing her head back.

“Close, I’m t-there. P-Please?” Shaking her head, a bright smile on her face, “Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

His eyes lit up, nodding. He was about to say something until she cut him off, “Then no cumming, shh.”

Her left hand scratched his pale chest, a line of red following. Y/n started nipping on his neck, before looking down at him.

“Cum whenever pumpkin.” Her teeth sinking into his skin. The boys eyes rolled back, his mouth wide open but no sound coming out.

He’d never waited this long for a nut, but the way it made him feel, he could wait longer next time.

She let his neck go, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, placing wet kisses along his jaw and chest.

When Spencer finished and came back to, Y/n was laid next to him. Her cunt filled with his mess.

The boy knew she didn’t cum, and he wanted to make it up to her; for what happened and the party.

Even though he was tired, he was never tired enough to eat her out. So he crawled towards her cunt, his hair messy and pink gloss kisses all over his face and body.

It was like he was in a dream, the way he snuggled in between her thighs, spreading them open just a little bit for more access.

Moaning at the taste of both of them combined, he whined into her when Y/n’s hands tangled Into his hair, tugging softly.

“You’re such a good boy.”

xoxo, liah

[jhkfan123]

enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 2

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✦ii.

it was one event to the next. after the premiere, you had a few off days, but not before you had to slip into another gown and attend the academy gala at the academy museum in los angeles. todays gown was white, with a cascading, flowy skirt below the waistline. at the very bottom of the dress, tiny white bows. on top, a bow that also doubled as the off-the-shoulder sleeves. you'd never seen anything like it before. you wore your hair your favorite way, knowing there would be lots of paparazzi there. you had to walk around for what felt like an hour in your heels to get used to them. you were walking in the opyum heels from ysl, and the logo as the heel made it pretty difficult to walk. 

you had managed to hitch a ride with rachel, and according to her text, she was about to be outside your house. you grabbed your clutch and filled it up with all the necessities. lip gloss, a sample size of the perfume you're wearing, and of course, your phone and wallet. you got the text that she was there, and you rushed out the door. you hopped in the backseat with her. her dress was stunning. a gold corset-esque top, with a velvet body. her hair was done in curls and had lots of  volume. with smoky eyeliner and a nude lip, she looked gorgeous. she hugged you to the best of her ability while already seated. 

"this gown is extraordinary." she touched the tulle part of your skirt. 

"you look like you fell from the heavens girl" you replied. "do you know who else is going to be there tonight?"

"well, i heard that like, hailey bieber is going to be there, selena gomez, i think some of the kardashians, oh! i think meryl streep is going to be there. oh and tom is going to be there of course." this came as no shock to you, he had texted in the groupchat you guys had created during filming. it was called "behind the scenes (what the cameras really SHOULD be recording)"  you had come up with it, of course. it was a little less active after the premiers had finished, but people still communicated occasionally. for some reason, hunter and josh would not be in attendance, just you, rachel, and tom. 

"if i see meryl streep i might pass out." you commented. 

"you and me both girl." 

...

after multiple photos on the red carpet, you were heading into the building. making your way there, you found rachel again. you took her hand and walked in together. when you got inside, you maneuvered your way through the circular tables till your found your name on a card. you slung the long chain of your clutch over the chair and sat down, adjusting your dress. you had gotten constant compliments throughout the night. when you finally settled in, you noticed that rachel wasn't sitting next to you, but rather slightly across from you. there was an empty seat in the middle of you. when you checked the name card, you felt like a giddy little girl again. "tom blyth" was written on it. you looked down at your lap, trying to conceal the grin attempting to break loose. for some reason, you felt transported back to seventh grade, with your first crush. you couldn't wait.

when you finally saw tom making his way to the table, you stood up on instinct. rachel glanced over at you and did the same soon after. he came up to the both of you and gave you hugs. when he sat down in-between you, you felt like the air had been pulled out of you. you had no idea what to say to him. your last interaction had ended abruptly. you had no conversation to pick up from last time.  you thought of an idea, and quick. 

"how was the rest of the afterparty? clearly i missed it." he whipped his head around, unaware you were beginning a conversation. when he did, he made eye contact with you. 

"the afterparty? oh it was lots of fun. but i have to say, people were dropping like flies. you may have been the first one to, y'know, pass out, but other people followed soon after. I honestly don't know what they are putting in those drinks." you chuckled at his joke. "but yeah, it was fun. you missed karaoke, i know you love it." you really did. maybe your singing skills weren't the best, but it was always fun to hang out with friends and sing you heart out. you had gone to karaoke with tom once, but you couldn't remember most of that night. 

"ugh. that's so much fun. oh, did i tell you that i passed out and when i woke up, I was in my hotel? I honestly can't tell if i woke up and uber-ed home and just don't remember, or if i fully blacked out and i got home somehow, like with someone." odd choice. you felt embarrassed. your mouth seemed to keep running, like word vomit. "sorry, that was weird to say." 

you saw tom smile into his lap. you weren't sure if that was good or bad. "i think you would have remembered, at least slightly, if you had gotten home yourself." he said, quieter than before. 

"that's true. i guess it doesn't matter. whoever got me home was a real one, then." you said. his smile faltered for a brief moment. you looked around for a moment, begging to continue the conversation, but failing to think of anything more to talk about. luckily, he came to the rescue. 

"so, any new projects?" he asked you. the truth was, your agents had been sending you opportunities for a while, but you hadn't heard anything back from casting agents. however, you were scheduled for a final round of callbacks in a few days. it was a greta gerwig film. you would KILL to be in a greta gerwig film. little women, barbie, they were your favorites.  you'd never worked this hard for a role in your life. 

"well, i'm currently in callbacks for a greta gerwig movie. do you know what i would give to be in a greta gerwig film? and the answer to that question is my left kidney and more." when you looked up, tom was looking at you. for once, a man looked like he was truly interested in what you had to say. 

"i love greta gerwig. her movies are great. and that's really cool. i've had a few auditions and a few callbacks, so i'll hopefully book something soon." you smiled at him. when you smiled, he smiled back, and time stopped. that's what it felt like, at least. you looked at his alluring, yet kind of horrifying blue eyes. then you took in his whole structure. you swore you'd never seen anything like it. after a beat, a waiter placed food down on both your plates, along with rachels, and the others at your table. you adjusted to sit fully upright and forward, and heard tom clear his throat slightly. the meal presented in front of you was  steak with mashed potatoes, assorted vegetables, and chimichurri sauce.  everyone at the table seemed to have got the same meal. you heard rachel and tom laugh. glancing over, you noticed you had zoned out. for enough time, at least, for them to start recording a video. 

you decided to pick at your food. it was no use. the only thing on your mind was that look tom had gave you mere minutes earlier. you felt like it meant something. he had never looked at you that way, the way you had wanted for so long. while nothing was said, you couldn't help but feel like something had been said, just not directly. you came to the conclusion that maybe he wasn't totally uninterested in you. 

you tried to think of anything, any event that was coming up that you could invite him to. your next event was the golden globes, and that wasn't for a long time. until then it was mainly press. then you remembered. rachel was hosting a get-together in a few days. her and josh. he would definitely be there. until then, you would have to imagine what your next interaction would be. hope that it would be more straightforward than tonight. 

"hey, tom? are you going to rachels thing in a few days?" you nodded to rachel. he looked over at her and she looked over at you. 

"oh my gosh yeah i forgot. you never got back to me." rachel said. you both looked at tom, awaiting a response. 

"i wouldn't miss it." he responded. now you had nothing to worry about. except of course, for the nervousness you got in your stomach. it was abnormal, usually you felt very confident, and never got like this around people. but something was different. you felt giddy. and you loved it. you couldn't wait to spend more time with him. 

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[yourbbygirlxo]

Wish me a happy mother's day by sucking my tits, giving me orgasms, feeding me sushi and buying me YSL black opyum heels.

[dollsinvogue]

LOL OMG Golden Heart boots » Yves Saint Laurent Opyum heel boots

[moonspower]

Vi, what are the highest, in inches, a pair of heels you've worn? By the way, you look fabulous! Keep it up!

❝Thanks. Sooooo... I own a pair of Alexander McQueen armadillo heels that I won at an auction, and they're about 12 inches high so they're absurdly tall. I only wore them to a party once! But, everyone was like. Wow, you're living in the future! Now, for an every day kind of boot, my YSL Opyum ones are pretty nice. 3 inches, so they're not insane. But the heel part looks really cool. Y'know, I used to do drag for a minute, so I got heels in every size.❞

[littlemix-styleblog]

Perrie On Instagram | 10th December 2022

YSL OPYUM SANDALS IN PATENT LEATHER WITH BLACK HEEL: £1,070

[louboutin-passions]

Would you wear trainers to the office or to a meeting? No!

So why would you wear pyjamas or trainers when working from home? Slovenliness is a state of mind. Don’t be a sloth!

[wickedslip]

WEDDING PROPOSAL CONTINUED. / @bloodwr4th

Her arm tucked into his as they cleanly made a beeline through the throng of evening-goers, it was getting later in the season and November gave way to a misty December, lights twinkling every few spaces to get such splendor to the City of Lights. She typically experienced Paris in the Spring, specifically in April, as she originally thought nothing could beat that time of year. It was always like that. Winter in Switzerland. Spring in Paris. Summer in the Italian Riviera. And Autumn in good old New York.   But right now, she was willing to change everything she’d ever known to experience his city with him— when he spoke French to her, she just never wanted to leave, and found that Paris, and Kol Mikaelson, had equally stolen her heart. Rosethorns would be good on its own, for now.

Garland was strung high on the street posts and the merriment from the passers-by and the illuminated luxury department stores along the bedecked streets made everything glitter like radiant gemstones. The city took on a life of its own, and it was nothing that could be found in the states. She felt as though she had stepped through a tunnel that led to her imminent future, something she’d swear she’d never have access to after her seventeenth birthday— she never believed she would be here, now, to live to tell the tale. Her hand squeezed his forearm in concern and could only wonder if he had had enough from his last feeding. That if he’d be okay until they could get somewhere safe. She wanted to stick to an agreement, their agreement that they made, to not feed on Parisians. The city just meant too much to them both, and she’d found no error in that kind of thinking.

I love you.

She whispered the thought into the air as she caught wind of his own thoughts, calling her what she was to him— his darling wife. She couldn’t help the smile that radiated her features, her lips twisting up into a genuine one just for him, and him alone. But it must have been infectious as others smiled at each other, and then at them. But of course, this was the city of absolute love. She would be surprised if Venus hadn’t claimed this one for herself, too. She might have been Greek, but like Kol, she would speak that language— le langage de l'amour.

She adored learning more about Kol, his likes and dislikes, everything from the way and what of how he dined, how he dressed, his favorite art pieces, and just having the alone time they needed to understand one another. To truly home into him and be one with him the way they never had in the states. With their families, they’d never received the moment’s peace that they had now. She never wanted to leave, and she had wanted to desperately speak with him about that. That she wanted to get the transfer as soon as possible to be able to finish her studies here, and to become one with His City. France bordered Italy, and Rome— the Vatican actually, was her place of birth, even if she was every inch a Latina woman.

She was taken aback by everything in Paris, especially in the eighth arrondissement, bounded to the north by the beautiful avenue of the same name, Avenue Matignon and Avenue Gabriel. Pulling him closer to her, the cool night air cut right through her gold metallic Burberry trench coat, and the simple black Chanel garment that she wore beneath it, the Yves Saint Laurent Opyum monogram heels clacking on the pavement of the street. She had rather adored the fact that they were dressed similarly, him in black to the nines, but entirely adored of YSL. He’d always had that kind of good taste, and it was something she’d absolutely taken delight in.

Her eyes crinkled at the children that floated by, their laughing, genuine smiles nothing short of authentic. While her past was dark, didn’t mean that her future absolutely had to be. Dark, yes. Tragic? No— not if she had anything to say about it. Children wrought of omens didn’t have to be entrenched in it forever, if they made the rules that changed the footing of their destinies. She had wanted to tell him, even from the brief patches of his thoughts she could ascertain to, without delving in too deep, was that she would always be his, forever. There wouldn’t ever be a time that she wouldn’t be, even if their beginning was rocky and passionate and… chaotic. Which only made her smile all the more. If she was a goddess, he made her feel like one every single day— and perhaps in their hubris, their own dark divinity is what defined them for each other.

She was his.

Flattening out her mind, she bricked it up to where she wouldn’t be able to delve any further in. Kol had been all about the shock factor lately, and she had a feeling that he’d wanted her to be surprised. He’d been bestowing little gifts here and there for the last week since they had arrived. From the couple’s massages, the extravagant shopping, touring his favorite art gallery, and even a donation to a charity that had even surprised her— because it had been her idea a month ago that she’d wanted to do this act of kindness on the community. She had taken one bit of her croissant and had been entirely surprised by the paperwork he’d gifted her with, placing it in her name. She’d been nothing short of delighted with him. He was her perfect match— her husband, even if they hadn’t truly made it official just yet.

She couldn’t help but to wonder just what he was up to— as the secretiveness had grown even more rampant, and damn if she was not entirely curious. Tilting her head slightly as they headed toward the gleaming window of Cartier, her heart began to slowly pick up its pace, and she was beyond terrified. But the terror was plausible, undeniable, and she homed in on it, on the pleasure of being terrified by the only man with the capable of making her have it. As he led her inside, her throat instantly became dry, and her eyes were beginning to lose their focus— she was beyond shellshocked. While he had flagged the salesman over, she couldn’t help but to home into the dialect of his words, and through the bond, she more than understood everything that he said. The way she could decipher the sentences that he spoke through the connection of their entwining love would never be something she hadn’t fallen in love with.

This was it. She realized it now. This was actually happening.

Her heart was jackhammering right out of her chest, and she was holding onto his arm for all time, hoping she wasn’t going to faint in the aisle of the jewelry shop. Everything he said to him, stole her heart. She sucked in her breath, her eyes blown wide open, only able to stare at her future husband, eyes streaming with the onslaught of tears, unable to help herself. So, this was what it felt like to be cast in the direction of your future and know what it was like to be able to obtain it.

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