#Regal elegance on the red carpet

[mahoganygold213]

Tamara Ralph | Spring Summer 2024 Haute Couture

[finelinevogue]

notes on love

summary - harry attends the football and you attend the baftas

pairing - fiance!harry x famous!reader

word count - ~1.5k

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It was the first time Harry had made a public appearance in months.

Sans a hat on his head.

After braving a shave to solidify a new chapter in his life, Harry had decided that enough was enough and he just wanted to be seen again. Gain some new publicity.

“I can’t do this.” Harry’s voice rang through your phone.

Your phone was currently propped up on the vanity in front of you, whilst your stylist gracefully worked around you to get your hair and makeup done.

“H, baby. You’re going to a football match where over half the population there will be white bald men. You’ll blend right in.”

You took a sip of your apple juice in its carton as you suppressed a laugh. Harry rolled his eyes at you, taking the joke like the good sport he is.

“I actually have more hair than them. I’m not bald anymore.”

“See! Embrace the new hair, H. You look really good.”

Harry smiled at you then, his eyes which had previously been darting between watching you and looking out the moving car window were now permanently on you.

“Not as beautiful as you, though, love.”

“Don’t even have my makeup on yet.”

“Never needed it.”

You blew him a camera kiss for those words alone.

“Where are you now?” You reached for a slice of pineapple from the bowl of fruit you’d ordered from room service.

“About five minutes away I think. Are you still in the hotel?”

“Yeah. Don’t need to be ready until 5.”

You were getting ready for the BAFTAS, which Harry had hoped to be there with you for but you’d decided to take your nan as your date instead since she wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

Harry was more than happy to let Nana, as he liked to call her, be your date to the BAFTAS. Plus, it meant that he could go see the football.

“You’re going to look so pretty.”

Harry had helped your pick out your dress, which was a sophisticated black to contrast the red carpet you’d be walking down. The dress itself was beautifully cut and shaped you in all the right places, making you look elegant and regal.

“I’m nervous.” You picked up your phone so the conversation felt a little more intimate, even though it was still over face-time.

“Why, love?”

“Don’t normally do stuff like this without you.” You pouted.

Harry wished he could kiss that pout away, “And yet the times that you do, you always end up winning! It’s like they never want you to win when i’m there.”

It was a running joke that Harry was your ‘bad luck charm’.

You didn’t believe that though. It’s just that other actors performed better and won, over you, because of it. If anything, you always won because you got to go home and drink hot tea and eat popcorn with your Harry.

“I’ll miss you.” Your face was so close to the camera that Harry could probably see up your nose.

“I miss you. Send me photos when you’re getting ready. I wanna see you before anyone else.”

“Okay.” You smiled. It was routine at this point to always show each other’s public outfits before anyone else.

“Have you got your ring?”

You held up your left hand and wiggled your ring finger in front of the camera. You blushed thinking about the moment that you got given the piece of delicate jewellery, with Harry on one knee.

“Always.”

“You going to wear it on the carpet?”

“Of course. Not going to draw attention to it though. I’ll let people discover it for themselves.”

Harry laughed at the thought. You two were practically the biggest, most A-List, celebrity couple around at the moment and so when people watch sight of you with the ring there’s no doubt it’s all people will talk about for weeks.

Someone told Harry they’d arrived at the venue, then.

“I have to go, honey, but text me updates please. Wanna see you get ready through photos, okay?”

“Okay.” You promised. “Text me to let me know you’re safely home later, please.”

Even though he was going back to his Manchester home, you still liked to know that he was safe and sound. Especially since you were in London and weren’t going to get to be with him tonight.

“Will do. I love you.” Harry kissed his fingers and then dotted them over the camera.

You returned the gesture, “I love you. Bye, bye, bye!”

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You were just finishing getting ready and scrolling through Twitter.

Harry was trending worldwide for showcasing his new hair. His growing hair. No one had seen him like this since the end of Tour last year.

You pouted because you missed him a lot.

People were absolutely loving it. As always, a lot of people were losing their shit over Harry content. You were too, because you missed him.

“Oh, he looks so good!” Your stylist, Jamie, gasped behind you.

Jamie was currently fixing your hair and you had to say they had done an impressive job.

“I know.” You smiled to yourself.

“He looks like a sexy CEO.”

You laughed out loud at that, “When he puts on his glasses he does.” You agreed.

“Harry wears glasses?” Jamie gasped.

“Yeah, hang on..”

You started to go through your camera roll. It was only a few days ago that he had gotten new glasses, because he’d managed to lose his old ones. Typical.

You stopped on a photo of Harry sat in bed with the duvet up on his chest, a book in his lap and his glasses on. He didn’t realise you had taken the photo of him, but it was now one of your favourites.

“Oh damn…” Jamie gasped. “If your marriage ever goes south, tell him I’ll be available.”

You laughed again, shaking your head in dismissal but also approval.

You went back to Twitter to see if any of the Harrie accounts you follow have tweeted anything. You make yourself laugh as you look through their feral comments.

And just because you like to cause a riot on the internet you liked an insane tweet.

harriesmiles: the way that this photo makes me want to cling onto harry like a koala bear and never let go

It wasn’t long before you were trending with Harry.

Then the face-time call comes through from him.

“Am I done?” You asked Jamie quickly.

He nods, knowing you routine with Harry, and allows you to slip into the bathroom next to the bedroom.

You answered the call shortly after locking the bathroom door.

“Hellooo.” You said in a weird voice, feeling hyper from the Twitter craze.

“Hi, babe.” Harry was obviously outside and trying to watch where he was going, more than looking at you.

“Has the match finished?”

“Yeah.” And you honestly didn’t care enough about football to ask how it went. “Are you ready?”

Harry’s eyes flicked down to his screen momentarily, smirking when he catches sight of your glammed out makeup.

One thing Harry loved more than anything was you in a red-lip, so of course you had to make sure you had one for him - despite the fact he couldn’t kiss it off you tonight.

“What?” You giggled, watching him trying to suppress his smirk in public.

“You’re so annoying. I’m trying to act all cool and mysterious here and you’re making me smile like an idiot.”

You dipped your head and smiled, accentuating the blush that was already powdered onto your cheeks.

“H, honey, you’re walking through the streets of Manchester. No one cares about how you act. They’re probably all drunk anyways.”

“True, true.”

“Did you have a pint?” You propped your phone on the counter.

“Uh, yeah.” He said whilst trying to cross a road.

“Love, do you want to call me back when you’re at less risk of being hit by a car?” You sarcastically asked.

“No!” He yelped. “No. Needs to be now.”

You gave him a confused look but carried on regardless.

You shuffled back in the bathroom, giving him a full angle.

You watched in anticipation as Harry looked at you through his tiny screen, wishing it were ten times bigger.

“Wow.” Was all he said and you giggled like a girl having a high-school crush. “I love you so much.”

“So you like?” You swished your dress from side to side.

“Mhm. Wishing I wasn’t so far from you now.”

“Tomorrow. I’ll have all the kisses for you then.”

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Harry smirked to himself, kissing the camera.

Little did you know that tomorrow was coming a lot sooner. In fact, Harry had been running for the earliest train out of Manchester and down to London for the duration of the phone call. Because Harry was always going to show up for you.

[violettduchess]

A/N: I don't know where this came from. I just had an idea for it and wanted to write it down. A small, quiet moment with Gilbert.

Gilbert x Reader, comfort fic

WC: 500

Daylight wans. The sun begins its slow descent, acquiescing the reign of the sky to the night. The moon rises, regal as a queen, bringing with it a court full of cold, diamond-bright stars.  Your slippered feet move silently across black and gold carpeting, the lace hem of your nightgown brushing light kisses against your ankles. You pause outside his door, the massive dark wood carved with prowling tigers as if protecting the study and all of its secrets.

But you are not afraid of their claws or sharp teeth.

With a steady hand, you press down on the gilded handle and enter.

He is sitting at his desk, writing, working, always working. He’s shed his cloak, his gloves, his belt, his cravat, all the golden ornamental trappings of his authority. The sight of him, stripped down to his gray shirt, his dark pants and socks, flattens your lungs, swells your heart. One elegant hand is pushed into the midnight silk of his hair, his head tilted away from you as the dark feathered quill scratches continuously along the parchment. Moonlight spills like ethereal paint through the arched window, fighting with the soft, orange glow of the chamberstick over who is allowed to illuminate the planes of his face, which type of light is allowed to tenderly caress that pale skin, the gentle slope of his neck.

One step into the room and the quill freezes, his head turns and he sees you there. There are shadows under his brilliant, blood-red eye. You worry he is not feeling well, he is pushing himself too hard, he is drawing on a finite source of energy that may run out.

“Come here.”

The command is still a command, however gently he may speak it. But you go willingly, crossing the room until you are at his side. He shifts his body, pushing the heavy desk chair back slightly and then pulls you onto his lap, sighing when he feels your weight against him, as if it is relief, as if it is oxygen.

You are here.

The quill lies abandoned on the desk, losing its last few drops of ebon ink.

You are here and everything else will wait.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you so tightly against him that every breath you take pushes against his hold. You don’t mind. He nuzzles against the silk of your robe, roughly pulls it until it drapes off of you, leaving him your bare shoulder and one thin silken nightgown strap. He buries his face just there, hides his unearthly beauty away from the world so that he may get lost in your darkness, your scent, the warmth of you. Your hands slide across his shoulders where you feel the tension coiled within, the serpentine stress that bites at him daily, sinks its gleaming fangs into him over and over without remorse. Your hand comes to rest on the back of his neck and you cradle him, loving and secure, against you. His breath is hot, unsteady as you tighten your grip on his nape, firm and unyielding.

I'm here, it says. I have you. 

The Conqueror Beast can finally, finally rest.

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[imtrashraccoon]

This mans be giving me so many ideas. I love him so much!

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@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Nightmare - Formal

Word Count: 1,561

You were standing in what was best described as a grand hall. The floor was covered in a red carpet and the curtains over the large windows were a darker shade of red. There was a fancy chandelier hanging from the very center of the ceiling, an elegant grand staircase, a long buffet table, and a wide open area at one side of the room that served as a dance floor.

Looking down, you quickly discovered that you were dressed in an outfit that was far from anything you'd ever imagined owning, let alone wearing. It was a floor length silver ball gown with sheer sleeves and plenty of tule. Frankly, it was gorgeous and you couldn't help but do a little twirl to see how pretty it really was. You also had sliver chain bracelets on both your wrists, a velvet black choker around your neck, and a pair of black heels.

Hearing soft footsteps, you looked up and saw Nightmare at the top of the grand staircase. He was also dressed formally, wearing a three piece plum coloured suit and expensive looking leather dress shoes. He was still wearing his gold moon circlet although he seemed to have some fancier gold rings this time, many of which were encrusted with brilliant precious stones. The four tentacles you'd noticed the first time you saw him were noticeably absent though.

He descended the stairs slowly, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. You couldn't help but feel entranced by how regal and elegant he was carrying himself. He looked like he could easily blend in with high society if he wanted to.

"Good evening, my dear," he said in that same velvety tone of voice once he'd reached the bottom of the stairs.

Your tongue felt heavy and for a moment you couldn't speak. You knew this was a dream but with how he'd just spoken to you and how beautiful this place was, you felt like you'd stepped into your favorite historical romance show. It didn't help that recently you'd realized you had a thing for oddly handsome skeletons.

Finally, you managed to clear your throat and find your voice again. Giving a bit of a curtsey, you smiled and greeted him in return. "Good evening..."

He smiled as he walked over, stopping a foot or so away, and offered his arm to you. His demeanor seemed almost genuine but you got the feeling that this was more of an act than anything on his part, albeit a very good one.

You hesitated for a moment but accepted his offer and linked your arm in his own. He began to guide you over to the dance floor and you followed willingly. This whole situation felt so bizarre though.

"Is the outfit to your liking?" he asked and glanced over at you. "You seem a bit tense, my dear."

You felt your cheeks grow warm from embarrassment and nodded. "Sorry, I just don't dress up often...and I'm not used to wearing anything this long." Not wanting to seem rude though, you quickly added, "I love the colour though."

He hummed softly and his cyan eyelight briefly flicked over your body before he looked away. "My apologies, I'll take that into consideration for next time."

You were left wondering what the extent of his knowledge was when it came to fancy clothing like this. You could picture him knowing quite a bit considering he seemed like the type to enjoy the finer things in life. Also, was he planning to do this again?

"Forgive me if this sounds too forward but I feel I would be remiss if I said nothing."

You looked over at Nightmare in a curious way.

"You are rather gorgeous, my dear. I imagine you must get quite a few compliments on your appearance, or am I wrong?" he continued to say.

You were certain your cheeks had turned a bright pink as a result of his comment and reflexively ducked your head out of embarrassment.

"No, at least none that are flattering..." you murmured. "A lot of men tend to catcall me or make other lewd comments."

He clicked his non-existent tongue in a disapproving manner. "That's a shame...they clearly don't deserve your time or attention, dear."

You didn't know what to say in response. He was right, but the comments still bothered you and it wasn't always as simple as ignoring them. Most guys that would subject you to those things were also the type to pursue you and not take no for an answer.

"Do you know how to dance?" Nightmare asked, changing the subject and bringing you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head, "Not really."

He tilted his skull and an amused expression flickered across his face. "It's fairly simple. I could show you how if you'd like?"

As he spoke, he started to guide you into a waltz and you followed to the best of your ability. Your heart was fluttering in your chest at how close you were to him and how magical this moment felt. Still, your movements were stiff in comparison to his effortless, smooth ones.

He seemed to notice how nervous you were and leaned closer to you. "Relax and try to enjoy yourself, my dear. It's only a dream afterall, so you might as well have fun, am I right?"

You nodded and took a deep breath to try and ease your nerves. It was only a dream. When would you ever get to experience something like this again? Sure, you were currently dancing with a god, but he really gave off those mysterious dark stranger vibes that you secretly loved reading about. So why not just forget everything you dealt with on a daily basis and enjoy this short moment?

You started to lose yourself in the motions as you both danced together. Well, that is until Nightmare suddenly stopped dancing and pulled you closer, holding your body against his own. His cyan eyelight stared deep into your eyes and for a moment, you thought you could see a brief glimpse of the power he held.

Not only had he crafted two gorgeous dreams so far but he was obviously capable of a lot more than that. He could have subjected you to actual nightmares instead but he wasn't. So why was he being so nice?

He released his hold on you as if nothing had happened and guided you over to a comfortable couch that you hadn't previously noticed. You gratefully sank into the plush cushions and took a deep breath to calm your beating heart. While dancing with him had been fun, you were feeling a bit faint from both how anxious you'd been and how close he'd been holding you. There was only do much your poor heart could take.

After a moment, Nightmare hummed in a thoughtful way. "May I ask what kind of formal outfit you would be most comfortable in?" he asked.

You tilted your head as you pondered his question. "I think either a knee length dress or a blouse and skirt combo. It's most similar to what I wear for work but I guess neither of those would quite fit this dream."

He nodded in agreement. "Would wearing something so similar like that remind you of your job and only serve to distract you?"

You blinked in surprise. You hadn't thought about that at all and now that you were, he was probably right.

Glancing over at him, you nodded slowly. "Probably... I don't like my job very much so it would be distracting."

"Then it's a good thing you can see what it's like in this dream, isn't it?" he commented.

"Yeah, I suppose so."

After a moment of silence, you fully turned to look at him. "Nightmare? Um, can I call you that or...?"

He nodded and motioned for you to continue speaking.

Feeling slightly bolder, you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. "I know from what the boys have told me that you aren't known for being nice without a reason. So, why did you create this dream? And why are you trying to get to know me like this?"

He smiled and gave you an amused look. His tone became quieter and even more gentle as he started to answer. "I mentioned this yesterday but in my eyes, you are clearly exceptional as far as humans are concerned. I'm just trying to figure out what exactly sets you apart from all the others."

When you frowned slightly, he added, "And I'm not referring to your Intent either. I want to see why you choose to act the way you do."

He lightly ran his phalanges over your cheek and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. "I'll see you soon, my dear..." he murmured as he went to stand up

The last thing you remembered was the way his permanent grin quirked up at the edges and how his good eye socket narrowed in a way that sent chills down your spine. Then, you were waking up in your bed once again with a fluttering feeling in your soul.

He seemed to have the ability to toy with your emotions... Why else would he know exactly what to do to tug at your heart strings? He was definitely dangerous...

[fadingreveries]

The Royal Romance, Bk1 Ch2: Welcome to Cordonia (Pt. 3)

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Story Summary: In this novel-style retelling of TRR, beloved scenes with original commentary from the Choices stories including your favourite group of royals and friends will be expanded upon. Contains extended commentary and scenes from the original story, in-depth descriptions of bonus scenes, and premium choices and outfits.

Chapter Synopsis: Riley travels to Cordonia, but what will await her there?

Word Count: 2.2k

Disclaimer: All rights to original commentary, scenes, and characters from The Royal Romance series reserved to Choices and Pixelberry Studios. No copyright infringement intended.

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Pulling along her suitcase, Riley followed Maxwell to the front doors of the palace. Maxwell nodded in acknowledgement to the officers of the King’s Guard dressed in their black uniforms as they opened the doors for them.

The coffered ceilings of the castle were much higher than she imagined they could be with beams laid in a grid which created a pattern of recessed squares. There were rooms leading to sitting areas that had furniture and objects fancier than she had ever seen with plush velvet couches, dainty bouquets in vases, intricate gold and glass centrepieces, and sparkling crystal chandeliers.

“I thought the outside was amazing on its own, but being inside…” Riley wondered aloud, her head swivelling around as she lost her trail of thought.

It was only until she entered the palace where she realized how different her world was from Liam’s. He had grown up here, learned to follow his father’s footsteps as a prince, met all kinds of nobles, and possibly brought fancy socialites home after dates. This was his childhood home; his whole world seemed to embody glamour and prestige.

She, on the other hand, had grown up in a cramped but cozy apartment with her mother and father. It wasn’t much, but the love her parents had for her and each other was more than what most people were lucky to have. With her American upbringing, her Korean mother’s roots, and her father’s Filipino culture, she was grateful for the homes she would forever have in the U.S., the Philippines, and South Korea.

They showered her with love and reassurance, frequently reminding her that family was the most important thing to cherish that motivates and grounds you at the same time. She never felt like she had lacked anything in her life, not when she had the most loving, supportive parents anyone could have.

At least that’s what it felt like before she lost the two people she loved the most in her life. But that was a story for another time, one for where there was less pressure and anticipation facing some of the most important people in Codonia.

A small piece of doubt began to spring up once again in her mind. Based on her appearance alone, it was clear that she was not from Cordonia, much less part of the country’s nobility or highly-respected citizens. She didn’t want to let Maxwell and his brother down from her upcoming representation of their house.

But in a split second, as she’d done everyday since they were no longer in her life, she heard her parents’ words in her mind saying, One day at a time.

“It’s like a whole other world, huh? Don’t worry, you have tons of time to roam and explore and get used to it,” Maxwell reassured her, as he followed her gaze landing on all lighting and fixtures. “After all, you’ll be here for the next few months of the social season.”

They made their way to the grand staircase with gold handrails decorated with artistic panel inserts of flowing swirls. A large velvet red carpet regally covered the steps leading up to the top platform where it separated into two staircases that led to the left and left wings of the castle.

“So, what’s the deal with Drake? Why is he… so jaded?” Riley questioned, fixating on the elegant staircase she had only ever really seen replicas of in movies. Seeing all the luxury decorations and furniture reminded her of Drake's annoyance with her fascination with all the new sights she was seeing. “Is he always like that?”

“I can get that for you,” Maxwell offered, implying Riley’s suitcase as she willingly handed it to him. He lifted it up as they climbed the staircase together, before answering her question, “Oh, don’t mind him. Drake’s never really… fit in. He doesn’t like court as much as others love being part of it.”

“Not used to courtly life?” Riley suggested, glancing at Maxwell for confirmation.

“Definitely not. Technically, he’s a commoner. He grew up here at court with us, but he’s… always been an outsider here in a way. Even if he is Liam’s best friend,” Maxwell responded, even though it was something he wondered himself as well.

With a nod, Riley pondered his answer. It made sense why he seemed to stick out like a sore thumb compared to Liam and the others, although it didn’t seem plausible that someone would choose to stay in a place where they would only be somewhat excluded.

She questioned, “But if he’s not fond of spending time with royals and nobles, is there a reason why he tries to tolerate it so much? Besides being there for Liam, I’m guessing.”

“Beats me,” Maxwell responded, shrugging his shoulders. “Sometimes it’s hard to know what he’s thinking. He’s pretty much known for being mysterious and antisocial to almost everyone, so I wouldn’t take it personally.”

At the top of the stairs, Maxwell and Riley turned down one of the many elegant corridors of the castle. The ivory marble floors were decorated with intricate designs of mosaic art and sophisticated medallions. A gleaming chandelier glistened from the sunlight peering into the hall through the arched glass windows. The gold accents on the walls brought out the pastel blue that brightened up the space.

“Your room’s here in the west wing. In case you need anything from me or my brother, our rooms are just a couple rooms away,” Maxwell informed her, as the two of them walked past several large wooden arched doors.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise. For some reason, Maxwell struck her more as an only child with his keenness for adventure and love for the spotlight. She wondered if his brother was as easy-going and laid-back as he was. Riley curiously commented, “I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“Yeah, an older brother. His official title is Duke Bertrand Beaumont. As the eldest son, he’s the heir and I’m the spare. You’ll see him tonight. He’ll be excited to meet you,” Maxwell answered with a smile, although his last sentence had a hint of uncertainty that Riley hadn’t noticed. He already had a slight idea on how his brother would react, and well... let’s just say they would have to brace themselves.

Maxwell stopped short in front of a magnificently ornate door with the dark wood accentuating the designs. As Riley stood beside him, he turned the doorknob. Oh, boy. If this didn’t get her even more excited than he was about solving House Beaumont’s problem of not having a suitor, he would run down the corridor and do three cartwheels in a row.

“This is it… Here’s your room!” Maxwell revealed, with a giddy edge to his voice.

Riley entered a lavish guest room with a gold and dark magenta palette accompanying full-length paintings and gilded ceilings. Two end tables with beige and gold accents to the solid wood foundation were placed on both sides of the queen bed with understated white lamps on top of them. A shiny gold candle chandelier hung daintily above Maxwell and Riley, where they stood underneath it beside the bed with silky cream sheets and dark fuchsia pillows matching the ottoman nearby.

“Wow…” was all Riley could muster, as her neck craned high and low to take in the simple, regal style of the bedroom.

It was official; she had fallen asleep and dreamt of being in an alternate universe where she was treated as if she were royalty. Even if it was only temporary, she could only imagine what her younger self would do if she knew how lucky she was to be where she was now.

“As a royal guest, you’re spared no luxury,” Maxwell said, matter-of-factly as he observed her walking out the balcony where the cool, fresh air blew in peacefully.

Looking over her shoulder back at him with a hint of mischief to her smile which he recognized as resembling one of his own, Riley asked, “So nothing’s stopping me from jumping on the bed?”

“There’s not much anyone can take away from you by doing that. Maybe only your dignity.” Maxwell guffawed, watching as her shoulders rose up in anticipation.

As her smile turned up even more in delight, Riley clasped her hands together and simply said, “Perfect.”

With a running start, Riley rushed over from the balcony and leaped on to the bed with a soft plop. As she sunk into the mattress and felt the smooth silk sheets over her, she sighed happily. When was the last time she had ever been able to let out a true peaceful sigh in a very rare calm moment? Due to school and work, it seemed she hadn’t been able to rest easy in years.

“Ah… this is so much better than memory foam,” Riley complimented, snuggling with a fluffy pillow and allowing herself to close her eyes to cherish the peace and quiet. “I feel like I could sleep here forever.”

“Just one of the perks you have as one of the Crown Prince’s suitors,” Maxwell remarked, laughing in goodhearted nature. He walked away from the bed towards the door. “I’ll let you settle in before your big debut tonight.”

Immediately, Riley’s eyes opened in shock at his words. What did he mean? She sat up in surprise, calling after him, “My what?”Maxwell stopped at the door, before turning back to Riley with a nervous smile. Whoops. He knew he was forgetting something, but he couldn’t figure out what.

“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting that you’re not used to all this. Things are always complicated around here when it comes to special events like this, but we’ll take it one step at a time,” Maxwell reassured her. Riley’s shoulders relaxed a bit, so he continued to clarify, “The first event of the social season is tonight… The Masquerade.”

“Oh… it sounds important,” Riley commented, fiddling with her fingers. Her knowledge of fitting in with socialites and moguls was limited. She couldn’t help but think about how out of place she might look in front of the finest nobles of Cordonia. She thought she would have had a little bit more time to prepare. “I’ve never been to an event like that before. Are there scheduled activities I need to prepare for in advance?”

“Compared to the balls held to welcome nearby countries, not really. Sometimes, they go full-out with the masquerade theme where everyone takes off their masks at midnight. Then, networking goes on for hours,” Maxwell explained. “This ball, though, is where all the suitors will be presented to the Prince, as well as to the King. Most people at court already know each other really well, so it’s less uptight in a way. Just good music, dancing, and food.”

“Does that mean the guests have to be in specific costumes with masks prepared tonight?” Riley questioned, finding the idea of attending a masquerade for the first time interesting.

Shrugging his shoulders, Maxwell replied, “Not everyone dresses in costume, but some people plan months finding one to wear for it. You can be sure that the ladies competing for Liam’s attention will be pulling out all the stops.”

For a split second, Maxwell glanced doubtfully at Riley’s modestly-looking suitcase. When they were at her apartment back in New York, he watched as she hurriedly packed her most essential belongings. Among her things in her suitcase were keepsakes and books as well as her quintessential New York attire.

“I’m guessing it’s too much to ask if you’ve got a costume or fancy ballgown in there,” Maxwell joked, although he was seriously racking his brain trying to remember if she stuffed one or two in there as a backup.

With a sheepish smile, Riley lifted her suitcase on the bed. She unzipped the main compartment where she pulled out a flowy, floor-length dress as blue as the calm Cordonian sky. “I packed a dress.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure, so I’ve made an appointment for you at the palace boutique. Maybe you’ll find something you like better there!” Maxwell cheerfully informed her.

For once, he wasn’t scrambling to fix things; he was actually preparing in advance. Bertrand would be so proud of his initiative. Maxwell just knew it.

Tucking her dress back into her suitcase for the meantime, Riley replied, “I’ll check it out. There’s nothing wrong with another option or two.”

“Remember, tonight is very important. It’s your chance to make a first impression on all the influential people at court and to stand apart from everyone else. If you’re going to leave a lasting impact, you might as well stun them with some style,” Maxwell responded, with a hint of cool confidence in his last sentence.

Triple S’s and alliteration? Man, was he on a roll with smooth words. Maxwell could definitely shimmy his way into being a reality TV show host. Maybe The Bachelorette or The Bachelor could use a new host in the near future…

An eager grin made its way on her face, as Riley reassured him, “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”

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[muffinsin]

Hi Muffin!!

This my first ask on here, I was wondering what kind of wedding theme the Dimi sisters have with s/o?

Oooo interesting! Let’s get into it! ;)

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Bela

She’s always known she would be married eventually

Given her status, she didn’t allow herself to think of would be out of love though, but rather some kind of political marriage or one benefitting the village or wine business (not that Alcina would allow this)

When she does find love in you, and the two of you are to be married, she’ll want it to be perfect

Her expectation and wish?

A grand and rather traditional wedding

With the wedding location likely in a grant hall of the castle, she’ll insist on something regal

She is (re-) born noble and this wedding will reflect it

Nothing simple, all is extravagant

She’s all for the traditional and elegant colours

Red and gold, most of all

Candles and tablecloths, carpets and curtains

A beautiful dress

She’s the only sister whose default dress choice would be the typical white dress, long and hugging her frame

She’ll want Alcina walking her down the aisle, this is not negotiable

Cassandra

Really, she doesn’t get the fuss about weddings

If it was up to her, she’d slip the ring on your finger, you on hers, and this was it

Alas, if she had the choice, she’d want something like this:

Simple, with only the necessities

Just her family. Only people she cares about

No fancy tablecloths and no unnecessary staff members

No ball attached to it, no long celebration

Simple, but sweet. She treasures it by far more like this

Her favourite location would be outside the castle, somewhere in the forest. It’s her favourite region, after all

However, she would agree to a wedding of your taste too, should you not ask her to be stuffed in an overly girly, white dress

She’ll dislike that

She doesn’t care it’s a wedding, or rather: acknowledges it’s her wedding- She wants a black dress

White doesn’t suit her all that much, and you both know, it’ll be dirtied within minutes of her wearing it

She’s open to compromises on the wedding day and is more open to a wedding planned after your design, if only she is allowed her black dress and can ravish you in the wedding night

Daniela

Her wish ever since she can remember?

A fairytale wedding, through and through

Daniela’s been dreaming of this day her entire life, and she wants it to be perfect

She wants everything a fairytale wedding could have

Beautiful dresses/suits, a beautiful, grand cake

Tablecloths, candles, tissues, all of it must follow her gentle colour scheme

She’d want a summer wedding, outdoors in the castle garden

Surrounded by beautiful flowers and green hedges

Her go-to dress colour is something that compliments her skin and hair, such as green or maybe even a specific shade of red that goes with her hair

She’ll agree to a white dress too, though it must have a beautiful stitch and practically cling to her

She wants a pompous dress, but it must show off her figure too

Another thing she insists on? Something on her and your head

Flowers, or a crown, for example

Daniela wants her family to walk her down the aisle

Alcina’s hand on her shoulder, her sisters holding each one hand of hers

She absolutely hopes for a ball after, too

[aquagirl1978]

Twist of Fate - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: This is for @atelieredux who requested in Discord "something for Chevalier with a twist" - and of course, now that I'm done with this, I'm wondering, is this even considered a "twist"?

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: something with a twist

Tags: mention of bodily injury

He tilted his head towards you, his smile barely there, as he wound the thin red string around his fingers. His crisp white shirt had the top few buttons undone;  a hint of his smooth chest peeked through, giving you more than a glimpse of his porcelain skin.

Some called it the red string of fate, you called it your lifeline. Your connection to him. 

He continued to play with the string as he watched you, its red color bright and bold against his fair skin. One need not know this man’s name to know that he was someone; despite his casual dress, he exuded a regal aura and carried himself with a fluid grace unmatched in most others. 

He continued to stare, bright blue eyes peering out at you from behind a fringe of platinum bangs, his fingers toying with the string wrapped around his long, elegant fingers. You felt a tug at your heart, a dull ache grew roots deep inside; you looked down at your own hands, the other end of the red string wound between your fingers.

Your fingers felt the tug on the other end of the string; you couldn’t let anything happen to it or him. You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t let yourself lose this man. But lose him you did, as the string snapped suddenly, and with it, his figure faded away.

*****

You startled from your sleep, awakening in a cold sweat. Rubbing your eyes, you blinked away the bleariness as you looked around the room. You were in your familiar bed, the sun barely breaking the horizon, streaks of reds and golds vibrant in the early morning sky.

Sitting up, you let out a deep breath. It was a dream. It was the same dream you have often  had recently, but it was just a dream. You turned your head to the other side of the bed, half-expecting to find Chevalier still sleeping.

But he was not to be found there.

You dragged your hand along the still warm sheets, the tell-tale sign that he was not gone too long. 

“Good morning, Chevalier,” you greeted him. Knowing exactly where he was, you tilted your face towards his desk. 

He offered a derisive snort in response. His glacial blue eyes flicked up momentarily to meet yours; his face still tilted down, he quickly returned his focus on the documents sprawled across his desk, his quill scratching lightly on the pages of parchment.

Climbing out of bed, you slipped on your robe and quickly tied it around your waist. Your bare feet padded across the plush carpet, making your way towards his desk.

“You’re up early,” you asked curiously, your finger tracing the outline of his jaw, tilting his chin up.

“I had work to do,” he answered matter-of-factly, his eyes glancing towards the piles of parchment covering his large desk.

“I can see,” you replied. Your fingers dropped from his chin; resting your hand momentarily on his broad shoulder, you slowly dragged your palm down his arm. “You got dressed by yourself.”

“I’m a grown man, I can dress myself.”

“Hmmm.”

He glanced up at you, clearly not thrilled with how you responded. His eyes bored holes through yours, reading and analyzing your every thought.

Placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head, you left to ready yourself for the morning. After selecting an appropriate dress, you fixed your hair in a loose knot and returned to Chevalier’s desk. By now, the sun had settled into the cloudless blue sky, announcing to the world that it was time for all to start their day.

“Are you ready to go to your office?” you asked gently, placing a warm hand on his.

“Indeed,” he replied, placing the quill back in its holder. “Not with that, though.” His eyes were narrowed trained on your other hand. Or rather, what was being held in your other hand.

“Doctor’s orders,” you childed as you recalled that fateful day, a few weeks ago feeling like yesterday.

****

“It’s Chevalier.” Leon had been the one to break the news to you, that the unimaginable happened - Chevalier had been injured in battle.

As soon as Chevalier had been transported to the palace, you were right by his side. Thankfully, the injury wasn’t much more than a flesh wound to his thigh, but it had caused some damage to his muscles. Enough damage to require him to remain in bed for some time to heal.

Chevalier had been a less than agreeable patient, always wanting to get up and walk on his own. He was not one used to being injured, so this was unchartered territory for the two of you. He was not used to relying on someone else for so much assistance; and unlike him, you could not read his every thought, so you were often left in the dark as to how to best take care of him.

The doctor had warned the injury was not permanent - so long as Chevalier properly rested. In time, you fell into a pattern of predicting his daily habits so that you were able to best assist him. In the beginning, your job was to prevent him from leaving the bed. But now that a few weeks have passed, it was time that he start walking again.

*****

Chevalier made a hissing sound when you handed him the cane, it’s rich burled wood carved with roses. He looked at the item with disgust, as if it was diseased.

“What’s next, you’re going to put an eyepatch on me?” 

You let out a soft sigh, biting your lip to prevent laughter from escaping. The worst part of this entire ordeal was getting Chevalier to walk using a cane. The first time he saw it, he looked at you with horror. 

*****

“Put that away,” he said gruffly, side-eyeing the walking aid. “I don’t need it.”

You leaned the cane against the nightstand. “Okay, then. Get up and walk.” You held his gaze as you crossed your arms, offering no assistance.

Determined, he used the strength of his upper body to lift him from the bed. Able to stand, he offered you a sly smirk, which quickly vanished from his face as soon as he put weight on his injured leg.

You rushed to his side, assisting him back into the bed. “It’s okay, you know. It’s okay to need help. Using a cane won’t make you look weak.”

“I’m not worried about looking weak,” he said softly, his fingers still gripping your arm.

*****

His hand darted out, his fingers encircling your wrist. Your gaze met his; his glacial eyes melting into warm pools of blue pleading with you. 

“Please…” he whispered, his thumb awkwardly stroking the inside of your wrist. 

And something finally clicked.

He wasn’t concerned about appearing weak to others or looking like that worldwide disaster; he simply craved your touch. 

Your chest filled with warmth as you offered your hand to him, assisting him in standing up. You smiled as you now noticed the release of tension from his body as his hand held onto yours. Knowing this situation was only temporary, your heart ached with sadness that this daily routine would soon be a memory. 

“Are you ready to go to your office, King Chevalier?”

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“Indeed,” he replied, his fingers squeezing your arm, his soft smile squeezing your heart.

[urbanthreads]

Heart-Shaped Handbags: A Tale of Two Styles Featuring the Black and Red Heart Shaped Purses

Handbags have always been a symbol of fashion and functionality, and when it comes to expressing your love for style, nothing can beat the charm of heart-shaped handbags. In this blog post, we’ll explore two unique heart-shaped handbags that cater to different occasions and styles. One is a leather heart-shaped handbag perfect for everyday use, while the other is an embellished masterpiece adorned with velvet, pearls, and rhinestones, designed to dazzle during those special evenings.

1. Everyday Elegance: The Leather Heart-Shaped Handbag - Material: Leather - Color Options: Classic Black, Off-White, Black & White Checkered

- Features: - Compact yet spacious design - Zipper closure for security

- Versatility: - Perfect for work or casual outings - Goes well with a variety of outfits - Ideal for holding essentials like a wallet, phone, and keys

- Why We Love It: - Its timeless and minimalist design adds a touch of elegance to everyday looks. - The genuine leather ensures durability and longevity. - The heart-shaped silhouette stands out without being overly flashy.

- Pair it with: - Jeans and a T-shirt for a chic daytime look - A little black dress for a touch of romance on date night

2. Evening Extravaganza: The Embellished Heart-Shaped Evening Bag - Material: Velvet with pearl and rhinestone embellishments - Color Options: Deep midnight black, or regal burgundy.

- Features: - Exquisite pearl and rhinestone detailing - Microfiber faux-suede lining - Snap closure adorned with a decorative clasp

- Versatility: - Ideal for formal events, weddings, and elegant soirées - Elevates eveningwear with its opulent design - Holds essentials like lipstick, compact, and phone

- Why We Love It: - It’s a true statement piece that adds a touch of glamour to any outfit. - The velvet exterior feels luxurious to the touch. - The pearl and rhinestone embellishments create a dazzling effect.

- Pair it with: - An evening gown for a red-carpet-worthy appearance - A sleek cocktail dress to make a lasting impression - Your favorite little black dress for timeless sophistication

Whether you’re looking to add a dash of elegance to your everyday attire or steal the spotlight at a special event, heart-shaped handbags have you covered. The leather heart-shaped handbag, featuring the Black Heart Shaped Purse, offers practicality and sophistication for your daily ventures, while the embellished velvet, pearl, and rhinestone evening bag, featuring the Red Heart Shaped Purse, promise to make a bold statement during your most glamorous moments. Carry your heart on your sleeve, or rather, in your hands, wherever you go, and let your style shine.

Find Your Heart Shaped Purse at Blakonik

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ROYAL ARRIVAL : PRINCESS SOPHIE STEALS THE SHOW

Princess Sophie, known for her elegance and grace, made a stunning appearance at the prestigious Billboard Awards alongside her husband the Duke of Crawdad. The royal couple graced the red carpet, captivating the attention of the media and fans alike.

Princess Sophie exuded regal charm in her exquisite golden gown, perfectly complemented by her radiant smile. Her fashion choice showcased her impeccable taste, combining modern trends with a touch of sophistication. The intricately designed gown accentuated her natural beauty, leaving everyone in awe of her grace and poise.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Same fashion anon! I didn't mean to imply that I thought the oversized suiting was bad tailoring or even something I didn't enjoy- I don't think any of the houses walking at PFW would ever send anything down with objectively bad tailoring. What I meant was that there seems to be a significant trend towards larger suiting, especially strong shoulders (you see this in the Saint Laurent collection too- which I also agree was elegant and lovely and really well done. In my personal top 5 for sure. I'm glad to see them returning to their roots after the turn towards a more glam-rock style during the mid 2010s. Did you see their SS this year? I liked it more than FW)

When you see a bunch of collections all showing similar silhouettes, it starts to feel same-y after four or five. That's all I meant.

Dior still feels like a weird fit for Jimin for me. Like you, I'd prefer to see him in a brand that's a little more elegant, a little more androgynous. Sports-inspired just doesn't feel like a good match, but what do I know? Saint Laurent is one for sure, I think he would have killed in those Valentino fits Yoongi was wearing, again I like Lemaire for a more casual feel but I doubt they could afford him. Still, I haven't passed judgement yet. Anything is better than LV after the disaster that was all of their styling in 2021/2022. Patiently waiting to see what comes.

Hey, you're back!

Thanks for clarifying your comments re tailoring. I see what you mean now about larger suiting and yep, it is more of an aesthetic choice that looks like it's going to stick for a while anyway. I haven't seen the Saint Laurent S/S, but I'll check it out. I didn't really keep up lately and probably wouldn't have done it now if it weren't for Jimin, but it's an opportunity to go back to my interests from years before.

I still don't see why exactly Dior and Jimin are that good of a match when we know Jimin looks absolutely stunning and has this regal feel to it whenever he goes for something really elegant, with an air of mistery around him. A bit untouchable and clearly the highlight everywhere. The Dior suit didn't really achieve that.

But, leaving aside these complaints/personal opinions, at least there's no more LV in sight. I've had it with those clothes and all the red carpet/event looks. I just hated it because it also came after Jungkook was going into a more genderless style of clothing and he was experimenting with his sillhoutte and then it was all gone. I know he is usually the one who experiments the most and is open to change so I can't blaim LV solely for that, but the timing did no good.

[olivewinterleaf]

TALES OF NONAGON

Chapter 7

(The Grand Opening)

It was Moonday the ninth of Nionember. The date of the grand opening was set to coincide with the Nionids display: when about nine very large, bright stars shoot across the sky from the direction of the constellation Nionarius. One of the few celestial objects visible in a sky with a twilight sun.

This was to be followed by a lavish dinner for the patrons.

The long red carpet had been laid out. The gilded carriages and other assorted forms of luxurious transport were arriving, carrying the most gilded arses on the softest velvety-pelt cushions - lest they be subjected to the slightest juddering. Everyone that was anyone was there. Except the Grand Queen herself - much to Pork-Rind’s disappointment and general irritation. A minor royal had been sent in her place.

Madame Pluchette, of course, could not miss an opportunity such as this. She had made sure that she was one of the chosen attendants to keep the patrons from straying on to precious artefacts, should they get a little tiddly during the evening. She was wearing a huge, yellow taffeta dress with a golden, soaring powdered wig and matching golden fake eyelashes; all especially designed for the occasion. The ensemble was completed with a pair of long, silk gloves. She was most annoyed when told by Filibuster-Fartlet that she must put her new uniform bottle-green jacket over it, along with her identity badge.

Nevertheless, this did not stop Madame Pluchette gliding regally from guest to guest, curtsying precariously to balance the enormous wig she had had installed on her head with a substantial amount of glue.

Lord Rancidrimple emerged from his carriage and was carefully placed upon the carpet by his masked retinue to ensure that his spindly body did not break under the strain, for he was a descendant of the Aragnee dynasty, claiming its origins as far back as the Normal Conquest.

Meanwhile, Lord and Lady Perro-Muerto were being announced. The especially hired announcer broadcast their name through a small, golden megaphone so that no clipped vowel could possibly be missed. The Perro-Muertos were related to the South Americium peanut magnet.

Lady Perro-Muerto, being Continental, was wearing the very latest haute couture: a red satin creation of a revealing nature by the renowned and very expensive Christian Low-Rent - best known for his naked breast embellishment creations, which cause such a stir in the fashion shows every season. Lord Perro-Muerto himself looked very elegant in the latest crotch-enhancing fashion.

Soon the White Gallery doubling-as-a-vast-reception-room was full of the exalted and influential, there to witness the Official and Obviously Grand Opening of the New Imperial University of Nonagon Museum of Artefactual Objects.

After a short, yet boring speech given by Pork-Rind, Lord Rancidrimple tenuously held the ceremonial rope and just managed to pull the cord that drew the small curtains without assistance. It revealed the plaque bearing the names of various patrons et cetera. And of course, Pork-Rind’s.

Gravel Retrench smirked to himself knowingly. Though it wasn’t clear what he knew, he was certain that he knew more than anyone else. Especially as he was now in possession of a set of powerful objects. Though it wasn’t clear what form that power would take. Nevertheless, his smugness grew as the evening - and the alcohol, flowed.

Humffrey Twink adjusted his deep blue bow tie, which matched his wide-lapelled tuxedo, and turned away from the congratulatory crowd surrounding the arrogant Pork-Rind. It was typical of the man he had grown to thoroughly dislike over the months, that he should accept all the credit for what had been achieved. Humffrey took a quick slug of some strong liquor from the squat glass in his hand, though he was not sure what it was. He had merely asked for the strongest beverage available, intending to be as anaesthetized as possible for the rest of the evening.

Meanwhile, Filibuster-Fartlet had been busy organising his dwindling team of gallery attendants. Or Gallery Felicitations Conveyancers, as they had been renamed. Those that were still in existence, of course.

After much struggling, Madame Pluchette finally managed to break through the crowd. Then she proceeded to wangle her way into a conversation with Pork-Rind by offering him a glass of champoing and her opinion on the way the collections were displayed, while fluttering her feathery fake golden eyelashes at him. He then proceeded to incandesce with rage that this woman was still not disposed of.

Below the stairs, a throng of world-renowned chefs had been engaged by WIBBLE WHIFF SAUSAGE, caterers to the Grand Queen and the like. Flavours of the freshest and most sensuous treats were sealed by the most delicate pan-frying and embroilments. And plump and pliant meats - blood seeping from their magnificent carcasses - were being stuffed and roasted until succulent.

At the same time each chef was being aided by a massive entourage of catering staff, causing much clanging and clattering and chaos, crammed as they were into the new visitor restaurant’s kitchen as they perfected their dishes.

Mrs Pork-Rind, the director’s wife was overseeing the last touches to the dishes before the final presentation. And checking that all the serving staff were wearing the white gloves she had ordered as part of the uniform for the evening. She looked across the kitchen and noticed a tall caterer winking at her. She nodded discreetly.

Eventually, a parade of enormous platters made their entrance bearing the most sumptuous array of edible delicacies that ever graced a dish, elegantly arranged to imitate rustic scenes. Even the platters themselves were glowing with precious metals and jewels of every description punctuated the rim of each one.

The lavish dinner consisted of nine courses each complemented by a selection of wines. It began with a variety of gastronomic amusements accompanied by champoing and crème de mental fripperies.

Then, after seating, the dinner continued with a classic vintage tomato soup with fresh erbs or, for the more adventurous, pan-fried woodland fungoids on a bed of mixed autumnal leaves. This was followed by a choice of dome of crispilated quiverlette egg salad or petit fillets of porcupest. For the fish course, conglomerate of fish embroiled in a gusset or fliffs in sauce du malison. Next was the flagrant lobsterine or sautéed celeriosis - for the more discerning. The main course was more traditional, consisting of roast puffball stuffed with winglets and walnuts or grandeur of seared buttock in a spiced wine reduction, all accompanied by seasonal vegetables. For dessert, a carbonised soufflé of pamparedmousse or, for those on a diet, opulent harlequinade of fruit jellies. Afterwards, a selection of pampered cheeses and succulent fruitlets were offered. And to finish, a selection of coffees and liqueurs, accompanied by sweet cups and petit fours encrusted with tiny gemstone flecks...

After which various speeches were endured.

Gravel Retrench began: “Thanks to our wise and incredibly magnificent supreme director, without whom there would be no future for the museum. He, and he alone had the vision to see this project through to its glorious conclusion, blah blah blah...”

At the same time, Baron Outburst was bursting out. The Baron wheezed as his stomach struggled to accommodate the vast quantity of food he had consumed. His partially bald head glistened with moisture as he pulled on the silken tablecloth, fighting for air, his face a shade of plum with quivery breathlessness. Yet after much struggling he still managed to gain a bit more space to drink the last few drops of wine. To help the food go down, you understand.

As the liqueurs were being served, a member of the catering staff winked at Mrs Pork-Rind again. He was tall.

Dr Travinion Wingnut had watched Pork-Rind fill his face all evening. How he had wished the director had choked on the seared buttock as his ruddy porcine cheeks masticated this way and that, through the charred exterior to the barely cooked interior, meaty juices oozing from every bite. All it would have taken was one tiny morsel of food lodging at the back of his throat. Yes, that would have been enough to block his airway. Wingnut chuckled to himself as he imagined Pork-Rind fighting for breath...

Meanwhile, Dr Pork-Rind was imagining himself being conferred a Knight of the Realm for his achievement. He would soon be giving his greatest speech to date as he sipped the last drop of his liqueur. Only he did feel somewhat queasy...

Sneerpot and Scarletina were giggling over someone’s idea of an evening gown, when they heard a distant echo that sounded more or less like a grunt, coming from the newly gilded toilets. Actually, it was more like the sound of someone in excruciating agony. In any case, it was decided they ought to investigate, as that was part of their job, after all.

Supreme Director Hector Pork-Rind was very definitely dead...

[wifdc]

𝐍𝐞𝐡𝐚 𝐃𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 & 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐬

Neha Dhupia's satin and jewels look is the epitome of elegance. Her outfit blends classic charm with modern sophistication, creating a style statement that’s both bold and timeless. The flowing satin fabric accentuates her poise, while the sparkling jewels add a regal touch. Explore her stunning ensemble and get inspired by her fashion-forward choices.

Regards, Waves Institute of Fashion Designing

[violettduchess]

Yay! I'm excited for this idea of yours!! Could I ask for Silvio + Vampire/Detective (either works!) + Fluff? I felt like Pirate was too obvious 😂😌

A/N: We talked about this and the request changed a wee bit. So here is your Silvio, a vampire MC and something spicy! I hope you enjoy it my sweet @xbalayage 💜

Silvio x female vampire Reader

WC: 2.7 k

It is a night of gleaming silver stars and a sharp sliver of moon. The ancient manor, hidden within the protective shadows of the forest, stands regal, with its seven gables and heavy velvet curtains. Inside, its occupants yawn, rising to greet the darkness, readying themselves for an evening of meetings, treaties and hopefully, revelry. 

You’re in the banquet room, watching the others eat merely for the pleasure of it. None of them actually needs food. Mortal cuisine is appealing every now and then but it’s been so long since you were human, you hardly ever feel the need to indulge in such nostalgia. 

Although…..maybe indulging would be better than….this. Lifting the crystal goblet to your lips, you tell yourself it won’t be that bad. Just give it a chance. This time the blood substitute given to all the vampires attending the gathering could actually taste good. You tilt it upwards and the cool, thickly-clotted, crimson liquid creeps down the glass in fits and stops, crossing the line of your red lips and coating your tongue.

Your body heaves and your throat closes in a gag. A full body shudder runs through your limbs from the top of your head to the tips of your toes in their black boots.

Ugh, enough of this.

The goblet is set down in one violent motion, clanging as it hits the polished onyx of the banquet table. Ignoring the curious gazes of other clan members, you push your chair away and flounce from the extravagant dining room in a flash of dark satin and black leather.

“Still revolting,” you mutter to yourself as you storm through the manor, down hallways lined with oversized, dour portraits of vampire nobility, lush carpeting absorbing the fall of your heels. In a cloud of indignation you fume all the way back to your guest suite where you throw open the ornate wooden door……

…..to find Silvio lounging on your bed, sipping a glass of the vile liquid you just rejected while thumbing through your black, leather-bound notebook.

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

He glances up, not one ounce of shame on his extraordinarily handsome face. 

“You told me I should read your notes on all the other clan members. So I’m readin’ ‘em.”

“Oh for fucks sake, I didn’t mean break into my room and take over my bed.” 

You’ve known Silvio Ricci for so long. A century ago, you worked together to broker a trade deal/ peace agreement between the Benitoite vampire clans and those of your native Rhodolite. Its massive success ensured that you have been working together ever since. 

He sits up, stretching out his long body, his impossibly blue eyes still scanning your notebook.

“You got the better room. And you keep annoyin’ me about learnin’ more about these Jadean vamp clans so-” He stops talking when he notices you lifting your velvet travel cloak from the armchair it had been draped over.

“What do you think you’re doin’? “

The dark cloak falls over your shoulders, settling with a soft, satisfying whoosh around you. Turning, you view your reflection in the mirrored front of the wardrobe, smoothing down the front of your elegant, sable blouse.

“I’m going out for a real drink.” A pat to your hair and then you spin on your heel, already feeling that prickling thrill that rushes through you at the beginning of any hunt.

But when you face the door to the bedroom, Silvio is there, blocking your exit. He must have shadow-jumped, moving in seconds from one place to another, using the shadows of the bedroom as conduits. Your notebook is facedown on the brocade carpet, abandoned.

“You’re not goin’ out there.” 

Despite the height of your boots, you’re still forced to tip your head up in order to meet his gaze. You forget how tall he is sometimes. His moonlight hair falls forward, the tips brushing the tops of his slanted cheekbones, a celestial curtain behind which his ocean eyes burn bright.

Your brow arches in question as you force yourself to look into all that endless blue. 

“The hell I’m not. Silvio. Move.”

“No fuckin’ way.” His jaw tightens, the words spit out through clenched teeth.

No, don’t throttle him yet. You draw a patient breath. “Why not?”

He rolls his eyes with a huff that tells you how very idiotic he finds that question and your fingers curl inwards, red nails pressing into the palms of your hands. Maybe time to throttle him?

“You know the woods outside this place are crawlin’ with Slayers, just lookin’ for a prize.”

A soft hiss escapes you. Fucking Vampire Slayers. They know the clans meet once a year and somehow they always find out exactly where that is. It makes arrivals and departures especially challenging and not every vampire survives it.

But you are not every vampire.

You fasten your cloak with one hand, the large rose-shaped ruby of your signet ring twinkling in the wan candlelight. “I’m a big girl, Silvio. I can handle myself.”

He growls as he shakes his head. “Stop being so fuckin’ stupid. Just drink the substitute for a few days and feed once we’re outta here.”

What is going on? Why does it even matter to him whether or not you take the risk of going out into the night?

"Silvio…..what the fuck? So I want to find some real blood. So it may be a bit dangerous. Who cares?!" Your voice is sharp with frustration, bright with an annoyance ready to ignite into anger.

"I do!! I fucking care!"

Silvio's words are torn from his throat by raw emotion, swift and fierce. Something in his eyes flashes, the piercing shine of a lighthouse beacon skimming the unknown darkness of the sea. His cheeks are uncharacteristically flushed, as if he’s embarrassed himself with his own outburst. 

You’re stunned into silence. You can hardly breathe. All you feel right now is the atomic fallout of a heart suddenly blown to pieces by the most unexpected, shocking wave of desire. The world as you know it, have known it for ages, tilts, breaks into a million tiny pieces as you move towards him. Your hand slides over the rich silk of his shirt where you feel his heartbeat thunder against your palm. This is Silvio Ricci. He’s the most aggravating man you have ever known. Arrogant. Commanding. Excessive.

Your hand slides up, gripping the nape of his neck, your gaze never leaving his.

So many hours of correspondence. So many days over so many decades in each other’s company. And while you always had to admit that he was attractive, never had you felt the need to know what his mouth feels like under yours, to find out what sounds he makes when he surrenders to you, to hear the rasp of exhausted desire in his voice as it stutters your name.

And yet…..here, on a night when you expected to be battling enemies for a drink of fresh blood, here you are, your blood practically singing in your veins as you stare into his eyes, now dark as the sea in winter.

“Silvio…..” His name slips from your lips, unbidden, a whisper rounded by yearning.

It is oil to the smoldering heat in his veins. His strong hands reach for you, pull you against him as he dips his head to capture your mouth with his. You gasp at the feel of the strong lines of his body, how well they fit against yours. And you gasp at the feel of his lips, his tongue. Hesitation dies, burned to ash by lust. His fingers press into you, greedy, almost needy. His mouth is demanding, hardly giving you a moment to adjust before he moves, head tilting from one side to another, tongue demanding access over and over. He kisses you as if he is drowning man and you are oxygen, as if you are the lifeblood essential to all vampires. You feel the sharp scrape of his teeth against your lips, the way his skin grows warmer under the hand that still grips his neck.

With a throaty growl, you jerk out of his arms, stepping back. He hisses, taking a step toward you. He can’t drink in the sight of you fast enough. Your electric gaze, your lips, red and kiss-swollen, the graceful movement of your hand as you unhook your cloak in a single motion. It falls to the carpet soundlessly.

And then, with vampiric speed, you are back in his arms and he’s lifting you, carrying you to the bed he had been lazily lounging on not that long ago. He lays you down on your back, one hand reaching down to brush away several locks of hair that have fallen across your neck and shoulders. His gaze follows his own fingers as they brush over your skin as if entranced by the sight, as if he can’t believe that he’s actually touching you. When you reach up and take his hand, he blinks, his cheeks flushing as if he’s been caught doing something too private, too intimate. He lowers his body, burying his heated face in the curve where neck meets your shoulder. Your fingers slide through his moon-spun hair and the aesthetic of your sharp, crimson nails dragging through all that silver pleases you deeply. 

“I knew it,” he murmurs, his nimble fingers somehow already nearly finished undoing the front lacing of your blouse. “I knew you wanted me.” His tongue traces each new expanse of skin as it is revealed. But the blouse only opens so far. He curses the innocent piece of clothing, impatiently grabbing the hem and pulls it over your head.

“You are such an idiot,” you gasp, fingers curling inward of their own accord as he leaves a string of heated kisses down your abdomen, his eager fingers already skimming over the waistband of your leather pants. 

He lifts his head, pushing himself up with one hand, his eyes as bright as twin stars. His fingers pause and it is torture. 

“There’s no shame in it, ya know. Lots of people want me. You probably wanted me for centuries, huh.”

Oh this jerk, this ridiculous, infuriating, beautiful vampire jerk.

You tilt your head, your hands roaming over the luxurious material of his sleeves. A corner of your mind pulsing with want wonders if he would mind you tearing it to shreds. Ah but he needs to be taught a lesson for such arrogant talk. Using your supernatural strength and speed, you roll, easily flipping him onto his back, pinning him down with one hand even as you straddle him invitingly.

“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me leave. Who told me….what was it? How much you care. And then started kissing me like the world is ending.” You run your thumb over his lips, slowly enough to feel the way they tremble.

His breath hitches in his throat and you watch, fascinated and oddly turned on by how red his cheeks suddenly glow. Who knew he blushed so easily? He looks away, brow scrunched in irritation even as his hands slide over the curve of your hips, over the leather that is molded to your form, holding you firmly in place against him.

“The fuck you talkin’ about…,” he mutters before reaching up for you, pulling you back down towards him. “Shuddup and let's get back to how much you want me.” 

You pause, your lips scant centimeters away from his. “I believe the evidence of how much you want me is much…..clearer.” You roll your hips against his, demonstratively and there is no denying the hard truth of your words.

He groans, shaking his head and the world tilts again as he flips your positions, covering you with the lean, muscular length of his body. The bed groans at all this gymnastics.

Your pants join your discarded blouse and travel cloak in a forlorn heap on the floor. How he managed that between kisses that leave you dizzy and aching and fighting for air is a mystery for the ages.

You’ve managed to wrangle him out of most of his clothing, without tearing anything, when suddenly you grow still, your eyes closing as a wave of true, overwhelming dizziness crashes over you. Silvio feels the way your body stiffens and freezes, his hand growing still on the inside of your thigh. He raises his disheveled head from the line of red marks he was leaving along your lower stomach.

“You ok?” 

You blink, trying to clear the sloshing in your head.

“I….I think I’m just hungry.” You try to smile, to lighten the violent shift in mood. “I was trying to go get something to eat when you so….expertly distracted me.”

He scrambles into a sitting position and then carefully, almost tenderly, reaches down to help you sit up as well, propping you up against the pillows.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t had a drink since we got here?” The paleness of your face, the way you’re holding yourself is answer enough. “The fuck?? We’ve been here a week! You ain’t really that stupid, are ya?”

You wince at his justified admonishment and he sighs heavily. He reaches down, grabbing a handful of his own billowy white shirt from off the floor and pulls it over your head, covering the body he had so eagerly uncovered just moments ago. The sight of you in his shirt has him swallowing, a tangle of complicated emotions tumbling through him.

Standing, he crosses the room in nothing but his silken braies, heading for the table next to the dresser and even through your light-headedness you can’t help but admire the lean cut of his body. He reaches for the crystal decanter, the one filled every evening for all attendees with fresh blood substitute, the one you have ignored for days despite how often they refresh it. The liquid flows from the lip of the decanter into the intricate glass that has lived untouched on that same table and with a determined set to his jaw, he strolls back to you, lowering himself to the edge of the bed. He shoves the glass in your direction, his expression a scowl draped in the embarrassment of caring.

“I know you can’t stand this shit but you ain’t gonna be able to handle all the things I’m wanna do to you unless you got some strength in ya. So stop actin’ like a stubborn jackass and-”

You yank the glass from his hand and, your gaze never leaving his, knock down the contents in one long swallow. You almost manage to hide your revulsion. 

Silvio takes the glass from you, his fingers brushing yours, softly, like small flames licking at your skin. He grins slowly and any lingering feeling of disgust is incinerated by the sudden desire that flares through your body.

“Ya want me that bad, huh?”

The blood substitute has renewed you, has sparks exploding like tiny supernovas through the pathways of your veins. You feel reborn, a phoenix bursting from the ashes in a fiery explosion of wings and want. You move faster than a human eye could see, too fast for his own enhanced vision. One moment he’s grinning at you, licking his lips like a cat that’s caught the canary and the next he’s pinned beneath you again, looking up into a face bright with eagerness, eyes glowing with satisfaction.

And when your fangs slowly protract, it’s all he can do to stop himself from taking you then and there.

“The lady is still hungry,” he rasps as your hands slide over his chest, your strong fingers curling around the hard muscles of his shoulders, sharp red nails biting pleasurably into his skin. 

You lower yourself down, tracing the shape of his ear with your tongue, fangs scraping the delicate skin. Beneath your body, you feel the tremor of lust that rolls through him and you smile, the apex predator clutching its prey within possessive talons as you whisper in a voice raw with yearning, “The lady is absolutely…..famished.”

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Women's New Style Dress: Know the Hottest Fashion Trends

This is not to say that fashion has never stopped changing, but in 2024, the style game means nothing but exciting, wild, and quite unpredictable. 

Refresh your wardrobe now and get ahead of the curve. Be a fashionista tracking down every current trend or just take that first step into the world of chic apparel; we have them all comprehensively covered.

Let's dive into the new style dresses for women that are taking over Instagram, TikTok, and everywhere in between. 

The Bold and Beautiful: Statement Dresses Are Here to Stay

1. The Rise of Metallic Dresses

Shining under the disco light, metallic dresses are taking over in 2024. These are flashy fabrics perfect for those who like to make an entrance at a party or special event. 

Think of futuristic vibes sprinkled with glam. Just a quick swipe through social media, and you would see the celebs and influencers sporting metallic outfits screaming "extra" in the best possible way.

Pro tip: Pair your metallic dress with neutral shoes to let your outfit shine!

2. Cutout Dresses: Where Sexy Meets Sophistication

Peek-a-boo styles are in full swing this season, and the cutout dress is a prime example. The dress with strategic slits to reveal just enough skin will be perfect for any subtle or sizzling statement. 

It is a trend accomplished with boldness and elegance combined, which gives you the right to ooze out your confidence without crossing into overly revealing.

The cutout dresses have been worn by celebrities like Zendaya and Dua Lipa on red carpets. That is the beauty of this trend-how versatile it can be, whether it is a casual brunch or a high-profile event; the magic of the cutout dress is unbeatable.

3. Corset Dresses: A Look at How Bridgerton Dictated the Course of Modern Fashion Style

The Bridgerton fever is far from over, and proof can be seen in corset dresses. Figure-flaunting pieces channel the vintage into a modern twist. Delicate fabrics such as satin or velvet can render this kind of dress both regal and romantic. 

Ideal for creating that hourglass silhouette, these indo-western dresses have been making appearances at everything from fancy dinners to weddings.

As the famous fashion designer Christian Dior once said, "The dress must follow the body of a woman, not the body following the shape of the dress." A corset dress perfectly epitomes this.

Effortless Elegance: Minimalism with a Twist

1. Slip Dresses: The 90s Are Back (Again)

Slip dresses are, once again, having a big moment. Minimal and strikingly beautiful, the slip dresses bring a certain laid-back luxury. 

Think satin or silk draped fittingly around your body, melded with minimal accessories. This is the kind of look that speaks volumes about sophistication without screaming to get your attention.

No surprise, then, that Pinterest reported a 40% increase in searches for slip dresses in 2024 because sometimes less really is more.

2. Sheer Magic: Translucent Fabrics

Transparency is trending-not only in relationships but also in fashion. See-through dresses are giving women a chance to get playful yet still manage to look elegant. 

Be it an utterly see-through maxi dress or the subtle detail of mesh, the sheer trend is apt for those who wish to add mystery to their overall outfit. 

Trivia: Sheer dresses aren't just for night-outs. Throw it over a slip or bodysuit, and you're good to go for a daytime event too.

3. Asymmetrical Hemlines: The Unlikely Hero

Gone are the days of predictable cuts. Asymmetrical hemlines are giving 2024 a run for its money in twisting classic dress designs on its head. 

These dresses feature uneven hems that add drama and flair to an otherwise simple look. They create a sense of movement and intrigue that's impossible to ignore.

From high-low designs to one-shoulder dresses with slanted hemlines, asymmetry is the new symmetry nowadays.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What are the most popular dress styles in 2024?

ANS: Metallic dresses, cutout dresses, and slip dresses are just some of the top styles in 2024. Some of the other trendsetting styles in colored dresses involve bold colors with strategic cuts, minimalist designs, and many more. 

2. How to wear a corset dress casually? 

ANS: Casualize the corset dress with a leather jacket or an oversized blazer, or wear chunky sneakers or boots to bring the whole look down. 

3. What accessories does one wear with a metallic dress? 

ANS: When wearing a metallic dress, couples should not overload themselves with excessive accessories. Neutral colors like black, beige, or white are advisable since they are considered less distracting colors. Small necklaces or tiny earrings work wonders with the outfits without overpowering them. 

Conclusion

The unexpected is the look of 2024. Whether you’re for making bold statements with metallic or corset dresses or are more into minimalist elegance with slip or asymmetrical styles, there is something in it for everyone.  Keep a lookout for these trends, as they are not mere passing fads but mark another new era in fashion for women. Now go on, grab that new style dress for women, and turn some heads!

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Elevate Your Wedding: Luxury Car Rentals for a Regal Affair

 Your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and every detail, no matter how small, contributes to the overall experience. One such detail that can make a significant impact is the choice of transportation. A luxury car rental for wedding can add a touch of elegance and sophistication to your special day.

Why Choose a Luxury Car Rental for Your Wedding?

First Impressions: Make a grand entrance in a stunning luxury car.

Photo Opportunities: Create unforgettable memories with beautiful photos.

Comfort and Style: Enjoy a comfortable and stylish ride for you and your loved ones.

Professional Chauffeurs: Relax and enjoy the ride while professional chauffeurs handle the driving.

Top Luxury Car Rental Options for Weddings:

Classic Cars:

Vintage Rolls-Royce: A timeless classic that exudes elegance and luxury.

Vintage Mercedes-Benz: A symbol of sophistication and style.

Modern Luxury Cars:

Mercedes-Benz S-Class: The epitome of luxury and comfort.

BMW 7 Series: A powerful and stylish choice.

Audi A8: A sleek and sophisticated option.

SUV Luxury:

Range Rover: A luxurious and spacious SUV.

Mercedes-Benz GLS: A premium SUV with ample space and comfort.

Tips for Choosing a Luxury Car Rental:

Book in Advance: Ensure availability, especially during peak wedding seasons.

Consider Your Theme: Choose a car that complements your wedding theme.

Check the Company's Reputation: Look for a reputable company with experienced chauffeurs.

Inquire About Additional Services: Some companies offer additional services like decorations and red carpets.

Inspect the Car: Ensure the car is clean, well-maintained, and in excellent condition.

By choosing a luxury car rental for your wedding, you can create a memorable experience for yourself and your guests. Whether you prefer a classic or modern look, there's a perfect car to elevate your special day.

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Designer Indo-Western Outfits for Every Occasion | ScrollnShops

Indo-Western fashion has become a symbol of current style, combining the elegance of traditional Indian clothing with the chicness of Western fashion. Whether you're getting ready for a wedding, a special occasion, or simply seeking to update your wardrobe, Indo-western clothes have captured the fashion industry by storm, for all the right reasons. They have effortlessly dominated the most popular fashion list due to their versatility and comfort. They're ready-to-wear, lightweight, and exude a modern look that can instantly elevate you into a fashion icon.

Step into fashion with ScrollnShops Stylish Indo-Western bottom and top sets. These include flared kalidaar sharara pants, a cross-back bralet, and an organza dupatta with crystal embellishment all over. Making it a top choice for women who want a great look without any hassle since it is simple to wear and comfortable.

Leave a memorable impression with our Green Indo-Western set, perfect for parties and weddings. This indo-western ensemble features a one-shoulder bustier, a draped skirt, and a one-shoulder cape featuring sequin embroidery, creating a chic, rich style.

Add a touch of regal charm to your wardrobe with an Indo-Western Jacket Set from ScrollnShops. With a gold zari-embroidered blouse, a digitally printed sharara, and a printed long cape with full sleeves exceptionally handcrafted with luxurious chinon fabric, providing a versatile and comfortable style. It can be donned for both formal and casual events. These designer-embellished jacket sets at ScrollnShops add a touch of grandeur to an ensemble.

Stay in fashion with Designer indo-western sets at scrollandshops.com with a dhoti, blouse, and dupatta with floral designs all over that exude grace and beauty. Utilising excellent Chanderi, Crepe, and Organza makes it a graceful choice.

Grace your appearance with ScrollnShops stunning black indo-western set for women, which includes an embroidered bustier with a deep neck, drape wrap skirt, and scalloped cape with tie-up at the front for a bold standout look great for a cocktail party or red carpet event.  

Indo-Western fashion is more than a trend; it is a celebration of cultures blending together. The unique combination of traditional Indian dress with contemporary Western designs has resulted in a diverse and elegant style. Embrace the best of both worlds and look fashionable and sassy with ScrollnShops online!