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Crimson Obsessions | A Terry Richmond Vampire Series

pairing: Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond x Justine Skye as Camille DeWaterson

summary: The usually reserved and responsible Camille DeWaterson celebrates her sister's final moments as a free woman in the streets of New Orleans . After stumbling into a club that promised temptation and decadence, she’s drawn into the clutches of a true predator who wants more than a simple dance. Terry Richmond, a vampire with unimaginable power and connections, has used his club to draw in unsuspecting victims for decades. But when he gazes upon Camille DeWaterson, an obsession immediately begins. And he doesn’t want to just feed and fuck. He desires something much more sacred and permanent.

warnings: 18+, dark romance, obsessiveness/possessiveness, mentions of drugs (weed) and alcohol, intoxication, mentions of sexual acts, graphic violence, AAVE, light smut? (dry humping)

word count: 7,258

glossary:

Indulgences: human beings that vampires deem romantically and sexually desirable

The Veil: the dark magic that enhances supernaturals’ ability to manipulate the human world

Ambrosia: an aphrodisiac and euphoric substance that makes humans more open to the propositions of supernaturals

Camille's song: Drugs-UPSAHL | Terry's song: She-Tyler, The Creator

Pt. One

Camille

Camille DeWaterson was beginning to have doubts about letting loose for her sister’s bachelorette party. As she looked at the lacy outfit her sister demanded she wear, Camille inwardly groaned, thinking that nothing good would come from tonight. Just as Camille was about to step away from the full length mirror, her sister came behind her and looked at her through the mirror with big, drunken puppy dog eyes.

“Pleaseeee, CamCam,” Chloe DeWaterson slurred, snaking her arms around her sister’s waist. “Remember, you promised me.” Camille sighed. She did promise her sister that she would leave her responsible, goodie-two-shoes nature in Houston so she could fully enjoy the revelry of their seven days in New Orleans. For the first two days, she had been able to unwind during the spa trip, the wine tasting, and the afternoon tea. But as the girls’ night approached, her relaxed attitude began to fade.

As the eldest daughter of the DeWaterson family, Camille was raised with one clear expectation: perfection. Her father drilled into her the importance of a flawless social image, and to earn his approval, she shaped her life around his vision of what was best for her. As a top student at her prestigious boarding school in Virginia, Camille had secretly longed to attend the charter school back in her Georgia hometown. She enrolled at the University of Texas to be closer to the boy her father had chosen as her future husband, despite begging him for permission to attend Spelman. Camille dutifully attended social events alongside other women, all of them under pressure to climb the social ladder—though those gatherings often left her with little time for the friends who truly understood her. Since she could remember, Camille had been striving to uphold her Black American Princess image, a role she knew all too well but one that often left her feeling unfulfilled.

In contrast, her sister Chloe was constantly rebelling. She dropped out of Dartmouth to pursue fashion school in New York City, ran off to Los Angeles to live with her ex-boyfriend, and once stripped naked and leapt into a fountain at a charity event their mother had organized. Chloe embodied the essence of a free spirit, her laissez-faire attitude both something Camille admired and envied. Yet, despite her rebelliousness, Chloe still allowed their father to shape the most important aspects of her life—including her marriage. In an effort to refine her image, Colin DeWaterson Sr. orchestrated his daughter’s marriage to Simon Chazal, a longtime family friend. He argued it would offer Chloe the stability she needed, while also providing him the coveted connection to a wealthy Creole family—something he’d been angling for since moving the family to New Orleans when Camille was a sophomore in high school.

Although Chloe fussed for months about the arrangement, she eventually agreed once Simon voiced his true feelings for her. Chloe didn’t feel the same romantically, but she deeply cared for the man who was one of her closest childhood friends. She knew he would never hurt her, and he always supported her creative outlets. Besides, denying the union would put Chloe’s inheritance in jeopardy. And even though she was doing more than fine financially with her clothing line and YouTube channel, she had grown accustomed to a lifestyle that only a DeWaterson fortune could support.

So, she was getting married in two days to a man she didn’t love in the middle of her 20s. Although she had accepted her fate, she wasn’t going down without a fight. Chloe was determined to have a bachelorette party that she would never forget.

Full of decadence, empty of decorum.

And to make that happen, she made her good girl older sister promise to do everything she said. Which is why Camille was wearing a racy black catsuit that could double as a mosquito net.

“You look sooooo sexy, CamCam,” her sister continued, rubbing her cheek on Camille’s shoulder. Camille’s face grew hot as she stared at her reflection. She couldn’t deny that she looked like she had stepped out of a man’s fantasy. But how could she focus on the group’s wellbeing and make sure no one wandered off if she was constantly getting approached, which her outfit would no doubt cause. She looked around the room at the group of women who ranged in age from 24 to 27, carelessly pouring dark liquors down their throats and passing a perfectly rolled blunt between each other. As the 29 year-old, Camille felt compelled to be the protective, sober one for the night. The mom.

As if reading her mind, Chloe spun Camille around to face her. “Cam, I’m serious. You never get the chance to let go. Please just be tonight. We’re all grown. We’re not your responsibility.” Before Camille could protest, the rest of the bridal party chimed in with a variety of agreements, the loudest of which came from Camille’s best friend, Kali.

“Cammie baby, pleaseeeee throw that good girl shit out of the window. We love you for it, but it’s time for a break, sweetheart,” she exclaimed, passing her a shot of Don Julio. Camille took the small glass, feeling the weight of the expectant eyes watching her. Fuck it. When was the last time she was able to get drunk with her girls? In her picture perfect life, these opportunities didn’t come around often. So Camille took a deep breath and downed the shot, leading to an echo of cheers from the rest of the women in the room. Kali proceeded to pour chaser in her mouth as Chloe giggled in her ear. “Who knows, maybe you���ll meet a big, strong man you can ride. All. Night. Long.” Camille chuckled, playfully nudging her sister. She held up her left hand and shoved the heavy engagement ring in her sister’s face. “I’m pretty sure this’ll keep all the big, strong men away from me,” she fired back.

Chloe grinned, showing off an equally impressive engagement ring. “Well I guess I have to take this off because there’s no way I’m not getting any dick tonight.” Camille gasped while her sister just laughed, pulling her out of the room, the group making their way to their Uber Black.

Three hours later, Camille drunkenly stumbled through the streets with her friends, carefree and lost in the thrill of the night. After three daiquiris and four shots, she couldn't have cared less about anything beyond the present moment. Bouncing in and out of bars and clubs, she felt like she was on cloud nine, and there was no part of her that wanted to come down anytime soon.

“Oooooo, let’s go there next!” Chloe exclaimed, pointing to a building with traditional New Orleans architecture draped in Spanish moss. At first glance, the building itself looked unassuming. But the red lights pouring through the windows and entrances hinted that it was a club. And the line of people that snaked around the block hinted that it was a really popular club. One that they couldn’t possibly pass up. Chloe and her entourage headed towards the building. But the closer Camille got, the more something felt… off. An undeniable pull, a magnetic force drawing her toward the building. She didn’t mind it, not really; she was all for making a great night even better. But the strange sensation sent a shiver down her spine, heightening her senses and making her more alert than she’d been all evening. She tried to slow her steps, to pause for a moment to gather her thoughts, but her legs moved on their own, carrying her forward like she was being guided by some invisible hand, trailing behind her sister.

Three bouncers casually stood at the entrance, ignoring the pleas and bribes of the people at the front of the line. But their heads snapped towards them when Chloe approached.

“Excuse me,” Chloe started, turning on her signature innocent and coy act. “We don’t want to be unfair to everyone who’s been waiting, but do we have to stand in such a long line?” Chloe batted her lashes up at them, smoothing her hand over her white ‘Bride’ sash. The one closest to her leaned forward with a smirk, causing a soft gasp to ripple through the entire group.

He was beyond gorgeous. Deep dark skin, sparkling white teeth, a full beard, and expensive gold jewelry. Camille knew that her sister probably experienced love at first sight.

“A lady as pretty you should never have to wait for anything, and neither should your friends,” his Southern drawl rang through the air as he stared into Chloe’s soul. “But we got rules here, baby girl.”

Chloe visibly shuddered, stepping closer to the Adonis. “What do I– I-I mean, what do we have to do to get around these rules?” Chloe panted. The bouncer exchanged a look with the two others, who watched the group intensely… almost hungrily. His eyes shifted back to Chloe’s, glinting with something mischievous. “Tariq, you got any more of them special wristbands?” The bouncer on the far left pulled a set of wristbands from his pocket. They were such a bright red, they seemed to glow in the dark. He pulled a small bundle from his pocket and handed over seven. The lead bouncer looked back at all of them, his lips turning up to show off his perfect teeth. “Now I can get y’all in here right now with these wristbands, but y’all gotta understand that they come with a lot of responsibility. These are only for the ladies that can be the life of the party. Can y’all promise that?” The women nodded eagerly, but Camille’s nod carried some hesitation. The bouncer noticed, making a mental note that he would relay to his friends who were waiting inside.

“Anything for you, daddy,” Kali said, earning a sharp glare from Chloe. All three of the bouncers laughed at Kali's bold comment. “Well since that was such a convincing yes, all I need to see is some ID and y’all can go ahead. Be sure to put them wristbands on though… wouldn’t want to miss out on free drinks and plenty of company.”

The group squealed, practically throwing their driver’s licenses at the three men. They ignored the groans of protest from the people still waiting in line as they put on the red bands. Chloe excitedly moved towards the front door, but was stopped by a strong hand softly grabbing her arm. “One more thing,” the fine ass bouncer stated coolly.

“Yea, sure. Anything…” Chloe let out in a breathy tone. The man gave her a wicked smile. “Save me a dance, baby girl.” Chloe practically turned into a puddle. A shy, smiley puddle. “Yes, sir.” Chloe giggled softly, her gaze lingering on his. That was Camille’s cue to separate the two. She could see it in her sister’s eyes. She was five seconds away from letting that man bend her over in front of everyone. And she just couldn’t let something that scandalous happen on her watch.

The group descended down a wide, dimly lit staircase, its shadowy corners tightening around Camille’s nerves. But as they stepped into the heart of the club, her breath caught in her throat. The scene that unfolded before her was nothing short of electrifying. Red lights bathed the room in a seductive glow, casting sharp contrasts against the sleek black couches and the sea of gyrating bodies that seemed to go on for forever. Couples grinded against each other, lost in the pulse of the music, while women danced on every available surface, adding to the wild, carefree atmosphere. Bottle girls weaved through the crowd, effortlessly balancing trays of shots, bottles, and sparklers, contributing to the chaotic glamour of it all. The music throbbed through the air and vibrated through the walls and floor. It was overwhelming, all-consuming, and Camille knew she'd have to shout just to make herself heard. “Damn, we should’ve started here first,” Kali yelled, doing a 360 to get a full view of the place. Camille nodded, awe slowly replacing her unease.

Suddenly, a stunning bottle girl, who seemed to appear out of thin air, stood in front of the group with a tray full of shots. “Ladies, welcome to Crimson, and thank you for being our very special guests,” she spoke, momentarily glancing at their wristbands. “Can I interest you all in free ambrosia shots?” Something was off about her smile. It seemed too… eager. The alarm bells returned for Camille. Just as she was about to politely decline and guide the group to a more tame section of the club, Kali reached out and grabbed one. She downed it before Camille could object.

“Damn, this is good as fuck! You can’t even taste anything, it’s like juice!” She gave the rest of the bridal party an encouraging smile, before turning her attention back to the smirking bottle girl. “Can I get, like, two more of those?” She asked, already reaching for the tray again. The bottle girl smiled brightly. “Absolutely! And feel free to put any empty glasses back on the tray.”

Camille noticed the way she emphasized empty as the rest of the women reached for their own shot. Chloe threw her head back in a swift motion, a shocked look passing across her face. “There’s no way there’s alcohol in these,” she giggled, placing the empty shot glass on the tray and picking up another one. “Here, Camille, try one!”

Camille almost protested, her instincts screaming to back away. The vibe of the place had her on edge, and she didn’t trust the girl handing out free shots, her smile too wide, too mischievous. But then she remembered her promise to Chloe—and she couldn’t let her down. Camille took the shot from Chloe’s hand and threw it back, hoping the act would be enough to satisfy the bottle girl and move them along. But as the liquid burned its way down, something unexpected happened. The sweet strawberry and honey taste lingered and an insatiable craving for more swept over her. Without a second thought, she grabbed the last shot on the tray and sipped it greedily, the flavors dancing on her tongue. Within moments, a wave of euphoria crashed over her, sweeping away any remaining caution. Like a freight train, the carefree attitude she'd left behind the moment she stepped into Crimson hit her again—but this time, it wasn’t just cloud nine. Instead, she soared to cloud one hundred. Whatever she just drank was far beyond ordinary alcohol. But in that instant, Camille couldn’t have cared less. The rush, the high, it was too intoxicating to question. She was going to chase it, as far and as fast as it would take her.

The cackling of her friends began to fade as a new song caught her attention. It was sultry and fast-paced, and it beckoned her to the dance floor. Her legs carried her to the center of the club, directly under its beaming red lights, giving the crowds in the balcony levels a perfect view of her. And she let herself get carried away by the music. She didn’t know how long she danced for. She just knew that her waist, her ass, and her legs moved to everything that poured out of the speakers. She felt like a butterfly flying freely, untethered. Until two large hands gripped her waist, pulling her back into a broad, warm chest and a thick, long, twitching bulge.

Terry

Terry spotted her as soon as she entered his establishment, his dick immediately standing at attention. A lace-clad goddess who decided to grace the venue with her presence. Although she was leading a group of gorgeous women, her beauty outshone them all—no contest. Not even the shorter one who shared her skin tone and some of her features that she pulled along with her. Sisters, Terry concluded. Although the smaller one, clearly a bride-to-be, was meant to be the star—draped in a form-fitting white dress, crowned with a glittering tiara and veil, Terry’s eyes could only focus on the woman guiding her through the sea of people. He leaned forward in his seat on the fourth-level balcony, subtly tapping the two women on his lap to signal for them to move. They pouted and muttered as they reluctantly stood, but Terry’s attention remained fixed, unaware of their protests. His focus was entirely on the woman below, and he couldn’t look away.

“Boss, we got a few more Indulgences coming in right now. The best group of the night. But the one in the lace might be a problem. I think she can kinda see through The Veil.”

Terry didn’t bother to respond. There was always one human who felt a little more wary when they approached Crimson, the city’s most exclusive club and a hedonistic sanctuary for the wealthiest vampires in the country. It wasn’t uncommon for humans to be drawn to the club’s magnetic pull, an irresistible force that lured them in without them even knowing why. Most would fall victim to the allure, standing in outrageously long lines for the mere chance to step inside. But then there were the others—those with a natural wariness, a sharp intuition that hinted at the dark magic just beneath the surface. They could sense something off, something they couldn’t quite put their finger on, but it was enough to make them hesitate.

In those rare cases, Terry knew exactly what to do. If they were enticing enough for his clients, he made sure they got through the door and stayed for as long as he needed them to. After getting the heads-up from Jabari, Terry had already made his move. Amber, one of his most trusted bottle girls who frequently quenched his thirsts, was dispatched with a tray of ambrosia shots, ready to meet the group of women and pull them deeper into the club’s intoxicating web. A simple push, a little encouragement.

Terry observed as the group warily watched Amber. The first one to accept her offer was a thick, lighter woman with a bob who seemed to be full of personality. One by one, they consumed the golden liquid and he watched them all fall victim to the euphoric feeling that ambrosia brings about. The beauty who caught his eye was the last one to drink after some convincing from the soon-to-be bride. She gave her a weak smile and tossed it back, momentarily exposing her slender neck. Time seemed to slow as she gulped down the liquid, her tongue absentmindedly licking the remainder from her perfectly glossed lips. Terry groaned, imagining those same glossed lips wrapped around his length, leaving stains around his dick as she gagged around him. Fat tears spilling from her big, pretty eyes as he used a fistful of her hair to keep her in place and fuck her throat.

As his latest fixation reached for another shot, this time with enthusiasm, he mentally expressed satisfaction in Jabari’s picks for the night. The whole group exceeded the standards of what an Indulgence should be. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a few of his clients watching the group, their bright red wristbands giving them the greenlight to approach them. As the best supernatural sanctuary in the country, Terry had a reputation he had to maintain. And that included keeping a steady stream of the best Indulgences walking through the doors of Crimson.

The practice of supplying Indulgences had evolved quite a bit since Terry turned hundreds of years ago. In the old days, Indulgences, the breathtaking humans that were deemed desirable enough to feed from and fuck, were a rarity. The lack of modern technology and medical care led to most humans being sickly and in a constant state of survival. Therefore, Indulgences were limited, and most were often fought over or accidentally killed. But as the standard of living increased, they became more plentiful. Vampires noticed and began to invest heavily in the wellbeing of humans. Better farming techniques, improved access to education, innovations in science and technology. All of these things were investments vampires were willing to make so their precious humans would become better off. Now, it’s gotten to the point that Indulgences could be found anywhere. But they couldn’t be approached anywhere. Humans, especially women, were particularly cautious. They often denied the company of vampires in ordinary settings, and their denials were respected under supernatural law. So vampires like Terry had to create spaces that connected Indulgences with vampires, lowered their inhibitions, and motivated them to freely offer their veins, their bodies, and their hearts.

Crimson had been known for the best Indulgences since the 1940s and tonight, Jabari ensured that the reputation continued. Terry made a mental note to reward Jabari for his good judgment. His eyes continued to follow the pretty little thing as she made her way to the dance floor, her barriers lowering with every step she took. Once she got to the center of the club, Terry knew that all supernatural eyes were on her, so he spoke telepathically.

Mine.

One word was all it took, and instantly, everyone knew she was off-limits. Terry was more than just a club co-owner. He was a king in his own right, ruling an empire of power, wealth, and influence that stretched far beyond Crimson’s doors. Decades older than any vampire in the room, his presence commanded a respect that no one dared to question. He was one of the first to utilize The Veil, the arcane system of magic that allowed supernaturals to bend the mortal world to their will. Over the course of his long life, he had slaughtered countless creatures—vampires, goblins, lycans—all without a flicker of hesitation. He was a monster in the truest sense of the word, and only a fool would dare to challenge him.

So, as his clients swarmed the other women eagerly, Terry’s word hung in the air like an impenetrable shield. She remained untouched and unbothered, and no one would dare lay a finger on her.

As the mystery woman swayed seductively to the beat, Terry began his descent to the ground level of Crimson. Humans and supernaturals alike scurried out of his way as he stalked his unsuspecting prey. Growing closer to her, he watched as she threw her arms above her head, flaunting her red wristband. He smirked, knowing she had no idea what was in store for her. He stopped behind her, taking the time to appreciate her body and inhale her scent. Her Coke bottle shape was barely covered by the black lace outfit that showed off her black thong. Intoxicating notes of vanilla, jasmine, and lavender fluttered around her, making his mouth water.

Terry gripped her waist firmly, tugging her back into his chest and her ass into his hard on, causing her to gasp softly. She paused her sexy little whining to look at Terry, craning her neck to get a good view of his 6’3 frame. He smirked as her jaw dropped as she examined his face. Still in a euphoric haze, her eyes began to swirl with lust, awe, and need. Terry grinned down at her, wrapping his arms around her even tighter. She whimpered lightly, rubbing her ass against his print, causing a deep rumbling in his chest. He leaned down, placing his mouth next to her ear. “What’d you stop for, princess? You were giving me such a nice show,” he purred, licking the shell of her ear. A moan passed her pretty ass lips and her head lolled to the side, giving Terry full access to her neck. He chuckled, watching the light thump of her jugular under her skin.

“Come on, baby girl,” he groaned, tracing the major vein with his tongue. “I came all the way downstairs to dance with you, don’t stop now.” She giggled sweetly, looking back at him with a naughty glint in her eye. Then, she began to work her magic. Bending over and placing her hands on her thighs, she expertly rolled her hips to the music, grinding her plump ass further into his dick. Terry bit his lip at the sight, matching her sensual movements, the world disappearing around them. To Terry, it was only him and her left in existence. Twisting, grinding, and rolling against each other. As the song came to an end, she rose to lean back against him, peering at him over her shoulder. Terry decided that he let her have enough fun taking the lead. He had to show her he was a man of control. He spun her around to face him, pulling her dangerously close to him.

She gulped as he pressed the entirety of his covered length against her torso. Gripping her ass, he captured her mouth in a dominating kiss.

Camille

Camille’s breath hitched as the unreal stranger placed a heated kiss against her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth. If she were sober, she wouldn’t believe that she was making out with a random man whose name she didn’t even know. Especially a random man that looked like him. His broad, muscular frame loomed over her effortlessly, even with the four-inch heels adding height to her 5'7" stature. Dressed in sleek black slacks and a casual sweater, his ensemble was effortlessly cool, paired with two gold chains that gave him a smooth, 90s vibe. The combination of his honey-brown skin and understated wealth gave him an undeniable magnetism. The sweet, woody scent of his cologne washed over her senses, an intoxicating blend that mirrored the raw masculinity oozing from him. His dark hair was pulled back into neat cornrows, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the meticulously groomed facial hair that framed it. His full, luscious lips curled into a smile—slow, deliberate, and full of promise. And then there were his eyes. Those eyes. They were the kind that could pull you deeper under his spell with every glance. They promised nothing but a night fulfilling her most carnal desires.

A man this handsome could only be the devil.

His hands moved from her ass to her thighs as he effortlessly picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, their kiss never breaking. His tongue mercilessly sucked on hers, making her breathless and delirious. Camille tried her best to keep up with the man but he was insatiable. His lips skillfully moved over hers, making her eyes droop and heat pool in her most intimate areas. There was nothing she could do but submit to him and his passion. So she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him lead the head-spinning exchange, which pulled the most lewd sounds from the back of her throat. He shifted her slightly in his arms, making his dick rub directly against her throbbing clit. “Fuck,” she yelped, throwing her head back at the burst of pleasure the movement gave her. The stranger didn’t stop his onslaught of kisses, his mouth nipping and sucking at her jaw, her neck, and her collarbone, continuing to grind his pelvis into hers. Camille sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a delicious tension build in her pussy. The man’s hands gripped further into her flesh and he chuckled in her ear. “If you keep making those pretty little sounds, I’m gonna make you nut on this dick all fucking night,” he growled before he shoved his tongue back into her mouth. His raunchy promise and dominating tongue sent Camille toppling over the edge. With a pathetic, needy moan into his mouth, she shuddered in his arms, a blinding orgasm rippling through her body.

He pulled away from her, watching as she convulsed in his arms. His eyes, which seemed to shift between steel blue and hazel green, stared directly into her soul, making another pitiful moan pass through her lips. As she slowly descended from her high, their gazes locked, their breath heavy and unsteady. In that moment, something passed between them. Something unspoken, something more profound than lust or two horny bodies grinding on a dancefloor. It was an electric undercurrent, too elusive to define, but too powerful to ignore. Was it tenderness? Devotion? Whatever it was, Camille felt it course through her like wildfire, a quiet intensity that seemed to vibrate in the air around them. And from the heat in his eyes, she knew he felt it too. That look, their connection—intense, undeniable—was all it took to jolt her back to reality.

This has gone way too far, Camille thought. She shook her head lightly, trying to break herself out of the trance she was under. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered to the gorgeous man she was clinging to. His eyebrows furrowed, his grip tightening as she attempted to get out of his hold.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” His deep, rich voice asked her sincerely and she blinked slowly as her pussy throbbed, begging to be stuffed by the hard on that was still pressed into her crotch. Fuck, this was so wrong. She was a taken woman. “No, no you didn’t do anything wrong,” she smiled down at him shyly. “It’s just that… I-I shouldn’t have done this and I don’t want it to go too far.” He laughed.

“We’re grown, baby girl. What happens beyond this stays between us.” He stated, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her jaw, making her squirm against his bulge.

“That’s the thing,” she sighed, raising her left hand to display her ring. “An engaged woman shouldn’t have even let it get to this point.” The stranger’s hypnotizing eyes moved from hers to the band around her left ring finger, which he stared at for a second. Disappointment, and another feeling that she couldn’t place, flickered across his expression. Then his eyes shifted back to hers and he nodded in understanding, gingerly placing her back on her feet. He kept a hand on her waist, his confident smile returning. “Thanks for the dance, Ms…” his voice trailed off expectantly. Camille opened her mouth to respond, but was swiftly interrupted by her best friend’s yelling.

“Cam! Cam! Come on, we gotta go! Some weirdo tried to like, I don't know, eat Chloe!” Kali yelled frantically, tugging Camille. “What!? What are you talking about? Where is she?!” Camille ran behind Kali, completely abandoning her momentary lover. She and Kali ripped through the crowded dance floor and rushed to a set of stairs that led to the second story of the club. Chloe sat slumped against the banister, sobbing into her hands as the rest of the group and the bouncer from earlier tried to console her. “Chloe, baby are you okay?” Camille’s little sister shot up at the sound of her voice, throwing herself into her arms.

“Oh Cammie, it was awful,” she sobbed as Camille held her. “Some guy and I were dancing but he wanted me to do coke with him so I tried to get away from him. But then he started trying to fucking bite me and-and–” Chloe sobbed harder. Camille turned to the bouncer. “Where is he? Did he get away?” There’s no way the club would let him get away with something like that, right?

“No ma’am, we’ve got him in custody upstairs. He won’t be able to hurt anybody else.” He reassured Camille, but his eyes remained on Chloe.

“Cammie, I don’t want to stay here if he’s still here,” Chloe hiccuped, holding onto her sister tighter. Camille stroked her cheek, guilt consuming her. She should’ve stayed with her sister. She never should’ve wandered off! She wouldn’t have gotten hurt if she wasn’t getting tongued down by a man she just met.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to stay here any longer,” she sighed, kissing her sister's forehead. The fun, tipsy, and carefree Camille was gone. The rigid and responsible Camille returned as she ordered the rest of the bridal party to make their way to the entrance.

“Is everything alright over here?” The smooth, deep voice made Camille shiver. She knew who it belonged to immediately, but she refused to face him, embarrassed of how she behaved a few moments ago. He must've followed her when she ran with Kali. She could feel the heat rolling off of him, letting her know that he stood dangerously close to her. But she couldn’t focus on the Casanova that made her cum from simply grinding and kissing. She needed to focus on her sister.

“A patron tried to fee– bite one of the ladies in this group, boss. I rushed to help her once I heard screams. We got him upstairs,” the bouncer replied hurriedly, his eyes trained on the man behind Camille. He grunted in response.

“Ladies, I apologize for this encounter. Crimson takes great pride in vetting its patrons and it's unacceptable that a character like this slipped past us. He will be taken care of,” her mystery man spoke with authority. Camille glanced at him in shock as she rocked her sister, who was now only sniffling. Did he own this place? Who really was the man she dry fucked danced with tonight?

He gazed back at her for a moment, but turned his attention back to Chloe’s knight in shining armor. “Jabari, please escort these ladies out and ensure that we get them the best transportation back to their accommodations.” Jabari nodded, helping them get their bearings. As Camille prepared to turn on her heel, soft, thick lips quickly pressed against her cheek. “Get home safe.” The mystery man gave her one final glance before swiftly climbing the stairs. She stared after him, her heart, and her pussy, aching from the fact that she would never see him again.

Camille felt so disappointed in herself as Jabari ushered them into a sleek, black Cadillac Escalade. Her sister’s night was ruined because she slipped up and left her alone. She should’ve never let her guard down. She should’ve never taken those shots. And she definitely shouldn’t have given that man a dance. Because that’s all she could think about.

How her body molded into his. How she responded to his touch. How he gazed into her eyes. How wet she got for him. And that orgasm… she couldn’t even remember having one that good before… especially not with her fiancé. It felt as if she had found her soulmate, only to be torn away from him, her chest aching with every passing second.

Camille shook her head, a desperate attempt to clear her thoughts. She shouldn’t be thinking like this. Not with her sister’s head in her lap as their driver pulled off towards their hotel. Kali and the rest of the girls chattered quietly as Camille stroked her sister’s hair. Hopefully the one hour at Crimson didn’t overshadow the entire night for her.

Camille sighed and leaned her head against her seat’s window. I just need to get back to Houston, she thought. And then I’ll be able to forget about him and put this night behind me.

Terry

Terry’s jaw clenched as he peered out of the window, watching Jabari get the group of women into the luxury SUV. Jabari closed the front passenger door as the last one put on her seatbelt. He then jogged to the driver’s side and briefly spoke to the chauffeur. After a tap on the hood, the driver sped off in the direction of Bourbon Street. Terry stepped away from the window and turned to look at the center of the room. A man dangled from a meat hook attached to the tall ceiling, thrashing in the chains used to restrain him. Terry’s blood boiled as he watched him struggle, muffled pleas trying to pass the gag in his mouth. His face was barely recognizable, but Terry knew it was Justin Grey. The 20-something year-old son of some Hollywood executive who was turned six months ago. Terry knew he was too young and immature to behave himself around Indulgences. But his business partners thought otherwise. Justin’s $5,000,000 donation was just too enticing to pass up.

Both of Justin’s eyes were nearly swollen shut. Bruises bloomed across his face and neck. His nose was obviously broken. A gash on his cheek leaked blood onto the floor. Although the man’s vampire status would’ve dulled the pain of a human’s attempt to hurt him, the ass whooping he got from his fellow supernaturals had him writhing in agony.

Terry shook his head as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. If it wasn’t for this motherfucker, he would be in one of the private rooms upstairs with his recent dance partner, letting her ride his face and his dick until the sun rose. But no. He had to deal with this bullshit. Bullshit that ran seven perfect Indulgences out of his club. It wasn’t the end of the world, his clients would still be satisfied. There were about fifty men and women walking around Crimson with the red wristbands. Only fifteen clients were present today, so they had plenty to choose from. But he could tell that the bachelorette party was a fan favorite, since most of his clients eagerly joined to beat the man who ran them off. They circled Justin’s upside down form, waiting for Terry to give them the greenlight to finish him off.

Terry sipped the dark liquor slowly, savoring the burn in the back of his throat. He walked over to Justin and crouched down near his face. Justin took labored breaths, flinching as Terry’s hand reached for the gag in his mouth. In one fluid motion, Terry yanked the rag out of mouth, sending blood and teeth scattering across the floor. Justin cried out. Terry just stared, giving him a sarcastic smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Friends, guests…,” Terry started as he slowly rose to his feet. “What is the single most important rule when handling Indulg–”

“Terry, man come on. I-I didn’t… I j-just got a little carried awa–” Justin began to beg.

“Shut. The Fuck. Up,” Terry gritted. No one moved, no one dared to reply, so Terry began again. “Indulgences should never… ever… be forced to do anything. No matter what. It is our responsibility to convince. To seduce. Our interactions with humans, especially Indulgences, are meant to be mutualistic. We give as much as we take. If we go around abusing them and acting entitled, we’ll eventually lose access to them. And if we lose access to them, our chances of survival get real fucking slim.”

Terry took another slow sip of whiskey, his expression calm, but his words laced with venom. Contrary to popular folklore, vampires didn’t loathe humans, they thrived on them. Humans were their life force, their source of entertainment, their companions in an otherwise meaningless existence. They brought color to the gray monotony of their extended lifetimes. Disruptions to this delicate, symbiotic bond were rare, but when they happened, they were never taken lightly. Terry and other vampires had spent centuries cultivating these relationships, and this small transgression was a threat to that hard-won balance. What made it worse was that the woman who had captured his heart was entangled in this mess. But despite the simmering rage beneath his calm exterior, he refused to let this minor setback derail his evening. He was still going to put someone through a mattress tonight, so he was going to make this quick.

Jabari walked into the room, nodding towards Terry to confirm that the women were heading back towards their hotel. He nodded back, taking a final sip of whiskey before placing the glass on a nearby surface.

“Everyone, please don’t let the foolish actions of one ruin your night. When you’re ready, return to the main area and have your fun,” Terry spoke diplomatically. Then he turned his attention to Jabari, who glared menacingly at Justin.

“Jabari,” Terry called calmly. Jabari’s eyes snapped in his direction.

“You were interested in the girl that Justin attacked, yes?” Jabari simply nodded. Terry hummed in response. “Will you do the honors and kill him? Try not to be too loud, we don’t want to disturb the rest of the club.”

Jabari grinned, shifting into his supernatural form as he stalked toward Justin.

“No, NO! Terry please, I-I-I learned my lesson! It won’t happen again!” Justin cried out as Jabari’s eyes shifted to a deep red, his canines elongating and his nails sharpening.

Terry drowned out Justin’s screams as Jabari's claws pierced his flesh, ripping him apart. He knew Jabari would finish the job right, so he made his way towards the door without looking back, pulling his business phone out of his pocket. Now that the situation was handled, his mind could return to more pressing matters. The lovely little vixen who put him under her spell in less than twenty minutes. He swiped through the electronic records that another bouncer, Tariq, sent him. They displayed copies of all of the driver’s licenses that were scanned that night. He searched through dozens of photos before he landed on one that made his heart skip a beat.

Camille DeWaterson.

04/26/1995.

Houston, Texas.

Each passing second that Terry’s eyes lingered on the photo solidified his decision. The decision he made when she had rushed off to tend to her sister now felt inevitable—he was going to pursue her with everything he had. The moment they shared on the dancefloor wasn’t just a fleeting connection; it was raw, too real to dismiss. When she had looked at him, there had been something in her gaze, something that bordered on reverence. As if he had become her anchor in a world full of uncertainty. He couldn’t shake the intensity of it, the desire to see that look again, to make her feel that way once more. And the way she came undone in his arms? It was so fucking erotic. If she writhed against him like that just from some kissing and touching, how would she act underneath him as he stretched her out. Would she scream his name? Would she beg him to let her cum? Would she wet up his sheets? He was determined to find out. And once he did, he would never let her go.

Besides, she obviously needed to be saved from her engagement. No properly satisfied woman would have acted how she did. It was practically a cry for help. A bat signal that said she needed someone to take care of her body, mind, and soul. And Terry knew he would be the best person to do so. Not the lame ass nigga she was with now.

He took a screenshot of the driver’s license and tucked the phone back into his pocket. Tomorrow, he would dig through the internet for everything linked to his new obsession. But right now, he needed to find some relief and bury himself in some pussy. He was still hard from the dance he got and Camille’s ID picture only made the tightening in his groin worse. He waved over Amber as she headed in his direction. Once she stood in front of him, he wordlessly threw her over his shoulder, hauling her upstairs towards the private rooms.

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[queerdeans]

Virginia's Suptober24 Week 1 — read the series on AO3 here

Season's Change (Day 1: Autumn)

Dean's in one place to see the seasons change for the first time in his memory; so why does he still feel like shit?

Happy Ending (Day 2: Spa Day)

Castiel learns what a ‘happy ending’ is from the Internet.

And That's a Good Thing (Day 3: Royalty)

Sam gets a check in the mail.

Blood and Hunger (Day 4: Birthday)

Dean has a birthday in Purgatory. Just because he and Benny don’t know when it is doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be celebrated.

Skin-Deep (Day 5: Scars)

Dean doesn't always want Cas to heal him all the way through; sometimes, he wants to keep his scars.

Power Outage (Day 6: Electric)

Dean and Cas are alone together for the first time after Cas gets his grace back and the bunker experiences a power outage. The two things are probably not related.

Early November, 1983 (Day 7: Thankful)

Each evening, Dean's pre-k teacher has tasked his parents with helping Dean write down an answer to the question of the day.

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

@the-masterless-press hi EJ! i was your secret swap partner for the @fallenlondonficswap this year! I hope you enjoy the fic!!

Griz's Day Off Pairing: Virginia and The Efficient Commissioner (can be read as a ship, or just teasing)

Word Count: 1,903 Summary: Griz is invited out to one of Virginia's spas along the Railway, and has a nice day before winter sets in.

The train rattled along its journey, wreaking hell on the Effecient Commissioner’s already sore body. A particularly brutal shake caused her to wince. Honestly, how did this thing not derail between every station? Another jolt, and a shock of pain went right to her hip. The seats were in desperate need of improvement. Perhaps that would be something to bring up at the next meeting. Griselda rubbed at her freshly-pained joint through her woolen suit. Thank the False-Stars that the trip to Ealing was so short , she thought with a sigh. Else not, she might not have the leg strength to get back off the blasted train. 

With Hallowmas done and past, the weather change was beginning to take its annual toll on her body. She felt its frosty grip more and more each year. Winter, even in the Neath, especially in the Neath, was cruel and unkind to her. Increasingly frequently she would wake up painfully aware of each of her joints and old injuries. Stiffness pierced her like a preserved bug, and held her unable to move how she pleased. Efficient as she was, even she could be slowed down by the cold and pain, and what a terrible time to be slowed down it was! Winter was always the busiest for her. Lacre, Tragedies, and contingencies consumed every waking thought that was not devoted to her pain. Another sigh escaped her. This was likely to be her last day off until the next Feast of the Exceptional Rose. She dreaded the mounds of paperwork she knew she would face in the coming season most of all. Yet she did it anyway, to keep London safe as well as she could.

The train rolled to its stop, and forced Griz from her thoughts. She grabbed her travel bag and headed out to the station, glad to be on steady ground. Her knees creaked in sympathy, and she was reminded of an abandoned house. 

Among the station’s crowd, a Deviless in a red pillbox was waiting.

“Hello, Virginia,” Griz said.

“Hello, Griz,” the Deviless greeted. “It’s nice to see you accepted my offer.”

The Commissioner was always wary of Hell, for it and London had an uneasy shared history, and their legal system was near unnavigable for even her. Virginia herself was a unique matter. Deeply entrenched in the politics of both Hell and London, and a large and unignorable contributor to the Great Hellbound Railway. It couldn’t have existed without her, at least not in its present state. Griz attributed a fair few of her migraines over the years to this Deviless in particular. Yet here she was now, inviting Griz to the spa she ran here in Ealing for a relaxing day. Wary as she was, the idea was all too appealing for the Commissioner to turn down. The two walked side by side on their way to the bathhouse.

The spa was only a short distance, though the journey was stretched by Griz’s slower pace. Virginia said nothing however, and Griz found herself wondering how much the cold affected a Devil. Perhaps the slowness was for both of their benefit. 

When they arrived, Griz was shown to a changing room, which mercifully had a chair. She was able to change into her bathing suit, and swapped her walking boots out for slippers. A working Devil came to take her bag and clothes soon, and she left the changing room. Virginia had also taken the time to get changed it seemed, for she had exchanged her formal attire for her own swimsuit. It was a thoroughly infernal cut, so tight that Griz was shocked Virginia could move without popping open a seam. The tailors they must have in Hell!

She approached Griz with a smile, and hooked a warm arm around one of Griz’s own. “Deviless I may be, running a spa such as mine is more useful for me than being treated in it.”

“But?”

“But,” she continued, leading Griz down a hall. “Even warm waters can be a boon, Deviless or no.”

Griz laughed, caught off-guard. Her laughter turned to more wincing when something in her ribcage shifted.

Virginia offered her a look of sympathy, or maybe pity. “Besides, I find little point in allowing aches to set in if I’m already paying the heating bills.”

“This conversation feels a little pointed,” Griz chided.

“Your joints had more to say than you did last meeting, Griselda . I caught the Minutes-Taker attempting to transcribe the argument between your spine and your knees.”

Griz flushed bright red. “He did not! I read those minutes thrice over, and there was scarce mention of my joints, thank you .”

She snickered. “He was doing a rather poor job of it.” She opened a door before Griz could get in another word. Faintly sulphuric steam billowed out. “And that right there is the other reason. You rarely take a break from your work, and even when you’re away from the Bazaar you don’t stop. Do you know the effect that has on one’s soul?”

“Seeing as I’m not a Devil, I don’t, actually. Would you care to enlighten me?”

“No.”

Griz groaned. Virginia smirked.

“Come this was, I assure you that we’ll get it fixed.”

Griz huffed, but followed her through the door anyways. “And how do I know that it needs to be ‘fixed’?”

“Seeing as you’re not a Devil, you’ll just have to take my word.”

“Ah, because that’s exactly what I want to do. You’re even worse outside of the boardroom, did you know?”

Virginia laughed again, and Griz found herself joining in. For as little as she’d ever care to admit it, this sort of petty banter was fun. So much of her work was serious arguments and work-arounds and loopholes, that being able to use those skills for joking jabs was an enjoyable turn of events. 

“Ah, just one moment,” Virginia said, her laughter ending abruptly.

Griz watched as she untwined their arms, and walked over to another of her workers. She seemed to be giving the Devil instructions. Griz took the opportunity to look around the room.

It was a touch difficult to make things out given all the steam, and the low lighting of course, but it wasn’t foggy enough that she felt like she couldn’t navigate. The room seemed to be unoccupied save for her, Virginia, and a few workers. No one else was here for a treatment, then? Perhaps they were just in other rooms. The spa itself was a mostly circular pool, a few feet in diameter, with a set of stone steps leading down into it, and a wooden railing. The pool was deep enough to soak in, but neither deep or wide enough to make swimming a viable option. She guessed that it was likely a natural spring, which the bathouse had been built around, with a few modifications. Though Griz had only been standing for a few minutes, already the steam had begun to warm her body from the cold’s biting chill. Her knees had begun to complain again though.

Just as she had noticed this, Virginia had re-appeared at her side, and the worker she had been talking to was nowhere in sight.

“Are you going to stand there the whole time?” the Deviless teased.

“Well, I wasn’t certain if you needed to treat the water first, and I thought you had wanted me to stay here so-”

“So you need orders .”

The Commissioner's face flushed for an entirely different reason. 

“Hah!” she laughed. “Well come on then, get in the water. That is where most of the benefits come from, you know.”

Griz huffed. “I do know.” Still, she padded over to the waters, careful to remove her slippers before stepping in. 

The water was so warm it was nearly a shock. Oh , how good it felt though. Griz lowered herself in the water almost too quickly, eager for the relief. Virginia followed shortly behind her. She found somewhere comfortable in the pool and settled in, Virginia taking a seat nearby. 

The relief on her smaller joints was near immediate. Those which chilled first, also thawed first. The water coaxed them back malleability again with its wet heat. Griz took the time to stretch and roll her wrists, to open and close her palms, enjoying how quickly her aches had dissolved. Her tendons too seemed looser and more relaxed. All of the writing her job demanded has taken quite the toll on her hands over the years, and though this did not undo it, for one blissful moment it seemed to have wiped away decades of use. She sighed with pleasure. Yes, her daytrip was worth it for her hands alone. Besides, her feet no longer hurt from the walking either.

Griz knew how much she was being pampered when the worker came back to present her and Virginia with large wine glasses. She accepted hers with pleasure, and took a tentative taste. She was surprised to find it tasting of genuine grapes. Griz would take care to enjoy this then. 

“So,” the Deviless began. “Anything that you needed to get off of your chest?”

Griz snorted. “You’re well aware I can’t talk about the Bazaar to people like you.”

Virginia raised an eyebrow over her glass of sherry. “I never said anything about the Bazaar. You could talk about anything really.”

“Hm, yes I suppose that one’s on me isn’t it?” Griz paused to straighten her posture. She felt things shift pleasingly back to where they were meant to be. The water had taken on a softer quality now, which she had not noticed initially. The knots in her shoulders unspooled as she sat, thinking. The heat had started to permeate deeper now that she had been soaking in it. It sank down to her very core in the very best way. “Well, I suppose… There was quite an incident with paperwork over this summer.” Griz chose her complaint carefully. Something that had genuinely bothered her, yet nothing that would cause diplomatic complications if she said too many details.

“Oh, yes, paperwork incidents tend to be quite the worst of things, don’t they?”

Griz chuckled. “I can’t imagine what you have to deal with.”

“Oh, you’d never believe the stories I could tell!”

Thus, they had found their conversation. Mutual complaining about legal systems and incompetent interns. As Griz let out her mental frustrations, she felt her body relax too. Tension slowly melted away in the spa. Her hips, knees, spine, all of it ceased its complaining. She was content to savour the euphoric feeling. At one point, she became convinced that such looseness could only be rivaled by a puppet, cut from its strings. Groans and creaks became happy sighs and light laughter. Her body no longer seemed so heavy, physically and emotionally. 

The water seemed to have an effect on Virginia as well, for at one point Griz became aware of a contented-sounding hum, coming, inexplicably, from her companion. It continued even while she talked.

Griz was very glad she had taken a day off. There was nothing better she could think of than to continue enjoying this moment of luxury. She even got to complain about her coworkers, and wasn’t that nice? Both winter's painful bite, and her Tragedy-based worries were kept at bay, and she could truly relax, at least for a little while.

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Helena, the most exhausted teacher ever (snippet):

Helena came home from school, hoping Charlie had made dinner like she’d asked. Reports were due in 3 days and she still had comments to go on half of them, there was a drug ring in Coventry she wanted to check in on that she frankly suspected to be operated by the Genovese Sicilian mafia family trying to bust into Gotham, and Barbara had made noises last night about an upcoming undercover op over the weekend with Jason Bard to investigate employee conditions in a LexCorp manufacturing plant in West Virginia.

She needed a full night’s sleep. She needed three weeks off and a spa trip. She needed five minutes to herself.

The house smelled of pasta sauce. Charlie was vibrating near the door as she came in, looking ready to scream. “He won’t tell me what he wants or go AWAY, Helena!”

Why. Why did she decide to dedicate her life to dealing with children. She was the only heir to the Bertinelli fortune, she was probably the third richest person in Gotham, and for some reason here she was. A teacher, foster parent, vigilante, member of the Birds of Prey, reserve member of the Justice League, and, as she walked into the living room, adopted big sister and confidante to one of the biggest terrors in Gotham.

Red Robin was sprawled out on the most comfortable couch in the apartment, boots hanging over the arm, a laptop propped on his stomach. Helena could see the remnants of a packet of honey roasted macadamia nuts sitting next to him that she swore she’d hidden at the back of the pantry out of Charlie’s line of sight as a reward to herself for finishing reports.

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From New Atlas:

Incredibly slim Dubai skyscraper will be just one apartment wide

By Adam Williams

November 01, 2024

Work is currently underway on an extremely slim new skyscraper in

Dubai. Despite its supertall height of 380 m (1,246 ft), the

tower will be just one apartment wide – or 22.5 m (73 ft).

Not to be confused with the New Muraaba, the Muraba Veil is

designed by Pritzker Prize-winning RCR Arquitectes. It also

involves engineering firms WSP and Arup, with Muraba developing.

Inspired by traditional Arabian housing, it will be located on a

prime spot in Dubai and wrapped in a porous stainless steel

Mashrabiya-style mesh, or "veil," intended to take the sting out

of the harsh Dubai sun. Its interior will consist of 73 floors

and from the renders we can see it will be a lot longer than

wide, allowing it to fit 131 luxury residences.

The apartments themselves will range from two to five bedrooms,

with prices starting from AED18,000,000 (US$4.9 million). Each

spans the full width of the tower, providing unobstructed views

of the Dubai skyline and indoor-outdoor living. As you'd expect,

for that sort of money there will be lots of amenities, including

a restaurant, art gallery, cinema, an amphitheater, and even a

subterranean spa.

"Muraba Veil is our response to the unique landscape and culture

of Dubai," says Rafael Aranda, Founder at RCR Arquitectes. "Our

goal was to design a building that feels connected to its

surroundings while pushing the boundaries of what a skyscraper

can be. The Veil stands as an emblem of a new architectural

approach – one that reflects both heritage and modernity."

The Muraba Veil is the latest of several ultra-slender

skyscrapers that are either already completed or at the planning

stage, including 11 West 57th Street, and the Pencil Tower Hotel.

We've no word on the expected date of completion for the Veil at

this time.

https://newatlas.com/architecture/muraba-veil-dubai/

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From Phys.org:

Communications user terminal prepares for historic moon flyby

By Ariana Tantillo

Massachusetts Institute of Technology

November 4, 2024

In 1969, Apollo 11 astronaut Neil Armstrong stepped onto the

moon's surface—a momentous engineering and science feat marked by

his iconic words, "That's one small step for a man, one giant

leap for mankind." Three years later, Apollo 17 became NASA's

final Apollo mission to land humans on the brightest and largest

object in our night sky. Since then, no humans have visited the

moon or traveled past low Earth orbit (LEO), largely because of

shifting politics, funding, and priorities.

But that is about to change. Through NASA's Artemis II mission,

scheduled to launch no earlier than September 2025, four

astronauts will be the first humans to travel to the moon in more

than 50 years. In 2022, the uncrewed Artemis I mission proved the

ability of NASA's new spacecraft Orion—launched on the new

heavy-lift rocket, the Space Launch System—to travel farther into

space than ever before and return safely to Earth.

Building on that success, the 10-day Artemis II mission will pave

the way for Artemis III, which aims to land astronauts on the

lunar surface, with the goal of establishing a future lasting

human presence on the moon and preparing for human missions to

Mars.

One big step for lasercom

Artemis II will be historic not only for renewing human

exploration beyond Earth, but also for being the first crewed

lunar flight to demonstrate laser communication (lasercom)

technologies, which are poised to revolutionize how spacecraft

communicate. Researchers at MIT Lincoln Laboratory have been

developing such technologies for more than two decades, and NASA

has been infusing them into its missions to meet the growing

demands of long-distance and data-intensive space exploration.

As spacecraft push farther into deep space and advanced science

instruments collect ultrahigh-definition (HD) data like 4K video

and images, missions need better ways to transmit data back to

Earth. Communication systems that encode data onto infrared laser

light instead of radio waves can send more information at once

and be packaged more compactly while operating with less power.

Greater volumes of data fuel additional discoveries, and size and

power efficiency translate to increased space for science

instruments or crew, less expensive launches, and longer-lasting

spacecraft batteries.

For Artemis II, the Orion Artemis II Optical Communications

System (O2O) will send high-resolution video and images of the

lunar surface down to Earth—a stark contrast to the blurry,

grainy footage from the Apollo program. In addition, O2O will

send and receive procedures, data files, flight plans, voice

calls, and other communications, serving as a high-speed data

pipeline between the astronauts on Orion and mission control on

Earth.

O2O will beam information via lasers at up to 260 megabits per

second (Mbps) to ground optical stations in one of two NASA

locations: the White Sands Test Facility in Las Cruces, New

Mexico, or the Jet Propulsion Laboratory's Table Mountain

Facility in Wrightwood, California. Both locations are ideal for

their minimal cloud coverage, which can obstruct laser signals as

they enter Earth's atmosphere.

At the heart of O2O is the Lincoln Laboratory–developed Modular,

Agile, Scalable Optical Terminal (MAScOT). About the size of a

house cat, MAScOT features a 4-inch telescope mounted on a

two-axis pivoted support (gimbal), and fixed back-end optics.

The gimbal precisely points the telescope and tracks the laser

beam through which communications signals are emitted and

received, in the direction of the desired data recipient or

sender. Underneath the gimbal, in a separate assembly, are the

back-end optics, which contain light-focusing lenses, tracking

sensors, fast-steering mirrors, and other components to finely

point the laser beam.

A series of firsts

MAScOT made its debut in space as part of the laboratory's

Integrated Laser Communications Relay Demonstration (LCRD) LEO

User Modem and Amplifier Terminal (ILLUMA-T), which launched to

the International Space Station (ISS) in November 2023.

After a few weeks of preliminary testing, ILLUMA-T transmitted

its first beam of laser light to NASA's LCRD satellite in

geosynchronous (GEO) orbit 22,000 miles above Earth's surface.

Achieving this critical step, known as "first light," required

precise pointing, acquisition, and tracking of laser beams

between moving spacecraft.

Over the following six months, the laboratory team performed

experiments to test and characterize the system's basic

functionality, performance, and utility for human crews and user

applications. Initially, the team checked whether the

ILLUMA-T-to-LCRD optical link was operating at the intended data

rates in both directions: 622 Mbps down and 51 Mbps up. In fact,

even higher data rates were achieved: 1.2 gigabits per second

down and 155 Mbps up.

"This first demonstration of a two-way, end-to-end laser

communications relay system, in which ILLUMA-T was the first LEO

user of LCRD, is a major milestone for NASA and other space

organizations," says Bryan Robinson, leader of the laboratory's

Optical and Quantum Communications Group. "It serves as a

precursor to optical relays at the moon and Mars."

After the relay was up and running, the team assessed how

parameters such as laser transmit power, optical wavelength, and

relative sun angles impact terminal performance. Lastly, they

contributed to several networking experiments over multiple nodes

to and from the ISS, using NASA's delay/disruption tolerant

networking protocols.

One landmark experiment streamed 4K video on a round-trip journey

from an airplane flying over Lake Erie in Ohio, to the NASA Glenn

Research Center in nearby Cleveland, to the NASA White Sands Test

Facility in New Mexico, to LCRD in GEO, to ILLUMA-T on the ISS,

and then back. In June 2024, ILLUMA-T communicated with LCRD for

the last time and powered off

"Our success with ILLUMA-T lays the foundation for streaming HD

video to and from the moon," says co-principal investigator Jade

Wang, an assistant leader of the Optical and Quantum

Communications Group. "You can imagine the Artemis astronauts

using videoconferencing to connect with physicians, coordinate

mission activities, and livestream their lunar trips.

https://phys.org/news/2024-11-communications-user-terminal-historic-moon.html

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NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope, and ultraviolet and visible

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[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty Eight

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

As always, thank you so SO much for your love for this version of them. It means the absolute world to me because I love them too. And I keep thinking of more and more things to do with/to them so this could end up being like 100 chapters if you all continue to want to read it <3

Please let me know what you think!

-x-

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She finds herself watching the clock. 

It wasn’t something she usually did but a day full of paperwork, plus the promise of a weekend away just her and Aaron, had made the day drag. It made minutes feel like hours and hours like years. 

As soon as it’s 5 pm she feels her shoulders relax as she thinks to herself that she might try and convince Aaron to get her some fast food before their drive to their hotel. 

“You desperate to get out of here, Em?” Derek asks, and she smiles as she turns in her chair before she stands up.

“I’m excited for a weekend away.” 

He smiles as he stands too, shutting down his computer. “No Jack this weekend?”

She shakes her head and she stands up, ready to pack everything on her desk away for the weekend, “No, Haley has taken him to spend time with her dad this weekend, so Aaron and I are taking advantage and going away,” she smiles at the thought of it, “We’re not going to have a whole lot of time to do that soon.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Atlantic City,” she replies, “It’s a Sin to Win weekend,” she leans in closer and speaks a little quieter, well aware her fiancé wouldn’t thank her if anyone else overheard, “I sin, Aaron wins.” 

His eyes go wide and his eyes flick to her bump, “Really?”

The look on his face makes her suppress a laugh, the need to mess with him almost making her tell him about the time she did take Aaron to Atlantic City, but she decides to tell him the truth.

“No, you idiot,” she says as she finally laughs, “I’m almost 24 weeks pregnant, we are going to a spa and a hotel in Virginia Beach for the weekend. I have a pregnancy massage booked and then we are going to have a lot of sex.” 

“Ew, gross Prentiss,” he replies, and she laughs at the look on his face, the way he shakes his head as if he was trying to dispel the thought completely. He looks her up and down, smiling at the question he’d clearly been thinking all day. “What’s the dress all about, anyway? Not your normal office wear.” 

She looks down at her outfit, smiling at the red dress she’d decided to wear that morning. Her cheeks flush when she remembers the way Aaron had looked at her when she walked out of the ensuite, his eyes wide as he took in the way the material was snug around her bump. She was struggling a little bit with the changes to her body, how it no longer felt like her own at times - so much of what she could and couldn’t do dictated by the baby, but it seemed to make Aaron even more attracted to her than usual. His hands always reached out for her in a way she knew wasn’t just because he desperately wanted to feel the baby kick. 

He wanted her. All the time. And she wanted him too, the need for him constantly thrumming under her skin. 

She smiles at Derek, her hand drifting to her stomach, “I’m still refusing to wear maternity pants unless I have to,” she replies, only half lying, “That’s what the dress is about.” 

He smirks at her, but any conversation is cut off as JJ walks past, “Have a good weekend JJ,”

JJ winces and holds up a file, not stopping walking to Aaron’s office as she responds, “Sorry.”

Emily sighs as she watches her friend walk into Aaron’s office and hand him a case file, their conversation muted.

“There goes my beach house rental,” Derek laments, sighing as he turns back to his desk to pick up his go-bag. 

Emily sighs, “And my non-refundable booking at the spa.”

Derek raises his eyebrow at her, a smirk spreading across his face, “Didn’t you just buy a house for $3 Million? I’m sure you can take the hit.” 

She rolls her eyes at him and opens her mouth to curse at him, but Aaron cuts over her, already out of his office and walking down the stairs to the bullpen.

“JJ will brief you all on the jet,” he says, walking over and picking up Emily’s go-bag, ignoring her usual protest that she could carry her own things and the accounting eye-roll, “We need to get going, we have a missing co-ed we have a chance of saving.” 

They nod, the importance of the case not lost on any of them, and head towards the elevator. 

“Where are we going?” Spencer asks, his hands in his pockets.

“Tallahassee,” JJ replies, and Emily groans. 

“Florida? Oh man, the heat is going to suck.” 

Derek nudges her gently with his elbow as they all get on the elevator, “I don’t know what you’re complaining about, you’ll be sat in an air-conditioned precinct the entire time.”  

She feels annoyance flick in her chest even though she knows that he’s joking, that this type of lightheartedness had always been part of their relationship, but she finds herself in less and less control of her reactions and emotions. 

“How about you have a baby living inside of you Morgan, and then we’ll see who’s complaining?” She says, raising an eyebrow at him as a challenge. He wants to argue with her, she can see that, but she can see JJ shaking her head at Derek out of the corner of her eye, and he stops, simply nodding in response. “That’s what I thought.” 

When the elevator reaches the first floor they step out, and she feels Aaron just behind her, his familiar scent overwhelming her, “You don’t have to-”

“If you tell me I don’t have to come, I’ll yell at you too,” she says, turning her head to look at him and all he does is nod, a response he had learnt was the safest fairly early on into her pregnancy. 

“I’ll make sure to get your pregnancy pillow from the trunk of the car.” 

Her chest fills with love for him, warming her from the inside out. She leans forward to kiss his cheek, a quick thing she wouldn’t usually allow herself whilst they were still at work, and smiles as she pulls away. 

“You’re the best baby daddy in the world.” 

He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head at her, “Please stop calling me that,” he says as they follow the rest of the team, “I’m your fiancé.”

___

She feels nothing short of relief on the jet home. 

Part of it is because of the air conditioning, the heat and the humidity of Florida something she was glad to be leaving behind. Mostly she was happy that they’d been able to save someone, something that felt like a rarity. A young girl was going to get to go home.

And a baby had been left without parents. 

The thought of it makes her sigh as she rubs her bump before she reaches for a pretzel, enjoying her winnings from her poker game with Spencer. 

“I still can’t believe you won,” Spencer says his eyebrows furrowing as she continues to eat the snacks in front of her. 

“You’ll get over it,” she replies, smiling at him, “Besides, we both know you would have given me the snacks anyway.” 

He smiles and nods in confirmation, and Derek and Aaron walk over to join them. Emily shifts over to sit next to the window so Aaron can slip into the seat next to her. His hand immediately lands on her thigh, squeezing the muscle beneath his palm. He’d been keeping close by, even more so than usual, since the team returned from rescuing Rebecca. Emily knew it was mostly down to the fact that the dead, recently pregnant, unsub had made him worry even more about her. And that watching a newborn, parentless, baby get loaded into an ambulance would make him worry about their baby, even though they were perfectly fine. Emily smiles and places her hand over his, squeezing it tightly as a silent promise that they’d talk about it when they get home.

“Are you done winning all of Reid’s snacks, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, sneaking a pretzel from the pile in front of her. She slaps his hand playfully and shifts all her snacks closer to her side of the table. 

“Hands off, these belong to me and Nugget” she says, her smile turning into a yawn and then a groan, “Fuck I’m tired.”

“That’s only going to get worse sadly,” JJ says as she and Dave walk over, both of them sitting on the bench seat, “I was exhausted in the third trimester.” 

“That’s why I’m going to start staying back at Quantico with Pen when I hit 28 weeks,” she says, shifting in her seat in an attempt to get comfortable. 

“Just over four weeks to go,” Aaron says, failing to sound casual as if he wasn’t counting down every second. He’d miss her, he’d miss spending basically all his time with her, but he knew he’d feel better once she was staying back at home. He looks at Emily who raises her eyebrow at him, shaking her head subtly to let him know that she could see right through him. 

“Pen is going to make such a fuss of you when you stay back,” JJ says, smiling at her, “I remember when I was having Henry she kept me fed and watered like I was a pet she was looking after.” 

They all laugh and Emily can just picture it. Weeks of Penelope doing her best to look after her as she tried to not get annoyed by her friend's coddling.

“Well she’d better not get too used to it,” Dave adds, “Otherwise she’ll miss you when you start coming back with us after your maternity leave.” 

Emily is grateful that she doesn’t physically react beyond squeezing Aaron’s hand even harder than she already was. They had a point of not telling the team about her plans to move elsewhere in the FBI after she had the baby. Mostly, she had wanted a chance to get used to the idea first herself. She knew it was the right thing to do, that it was what she wanted to do, but she also knew she would miss this. She would miss spending time with the family she’d found in the most unlikely of places. But now she was used to it, she had total peace with her decision. 

She just hoped they would too. 

She looks at Aaron and their eyes meet. She loved that they could always say so much without words at all. That all she needed from him was a small nod and a half smile, one of his dimples appearing on his cheek as understanding and affection flash in his eyes. She smiles and looks back at the team, grateful as Aaron starts to rub his thumb back and forth over the heel of her hand.

“Actually,” she says, blowing out a slow breath, “I won’t be coming back.” 

She watches as her words sink in and looks of confusion pass over her friend's faces, all of them stunned into silence. 

“You’re not coming back at all?” 

She looks at Spencer and hates the sad look in his eyes, and she smiles at him, “I’ll come back to the FBI once I’ve had my maternity leave, but not to the BAU. I’ve been talking with the counterterrorism unit and the homicide unit,” she explains. The silence that follows feels awkward, thick in the jet around them, so she carries on, “It means hardly any travelling if any at all and a better working schedule, so I’d be able to be home a lot more often with the baby than if I came back.”

“You never said anything,” Derek says, furrowing his brows, “We see each other every day.” 

“We can’t both be away all of the time,” she says, “It’s just not feasible.” 

Emily looks up at Aaron and widens her eyes slightly, silently asking for help. He nods and smiles at her before turning to look at the team, his smile slipping away as he looks at them sternly in an obvious attempt to intimidate them into not asking too many questions.

“We spoke about it just after we found out Emily is pregnant, and we decided it was best if she was the one to leave the team.” He explains. He’d offered to do it, and whilst she loved him for it, she knew it wasn’t the right call. Not yet. He was the BAU, he was the thing that held them all together.

“You thought about leaving?” Dave asks, looking at his friend in disbelief. 

“One of us has to,” Emily says, “Look at what happened today. That baby has no parents, he’s not even a day old and he has no one. I’m not doing that to my kids.” 

“Kids?” Derek asks, sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Jack. This baby,” she smiles thoughtfully, “Any others that might come along,” she shakes her head and shrugs, “And I was raised by a mother who put her career before me, and I refuse to do that to my children.”

That was at the centre of it all. She had promised herself for years, since she first knew she wanted children if the right guy at the right time came along, that she would be her mother. She had never come first. It was always the job. Or keeping up appearances. Or alcohol. Never her. 

She wasn’t going to do that to her children.

“I still do it,” JJ says, an edge of defensiveness to her voice, “Do you think I’m putting my job before Henry?”

Emily sighs, closing her eyes to give herself a moment to centre herself before she looks at JJ, “Of course not, but Will has a different job and isn’t sat next to you whenever you fly to wherever the hell it is we’re going,” she clears her throat in a failed attempt to try to push back the emotion she can feel climbing up it, tears that she can’t control flooding her eyes.

JJ sighs, her irritation fading away as she sees Emily is getting upset, “Em-”

“No, I’m fine,” she insists, taking Aaron’s handkerchief as he passes it to her wordlessly, “It’s the fucking hormones, I cry at everything. Just ask Aaron.”

They look at him and he nods in confirmation, “Sergio laid his head on her bump the other day and she cried because it was cute.” The team chuckle and a little bit of the tension in the air dissipates, “This is our decision, it’s Emily’s decision,’ he says, smiling as she leans her head against his shoulder, seeking out his comfort in a way she usually wouldn’t in front of the team, “You don’t have to like it, but you have to respect it.” 

He watches as they all nod, and they fall into a silence that is significantly more comfortable than the one from a few minutes before. Aaron watches as Dave stands and reaches over the table to take a peanut, but Emily hits the back of his hand before he can even touch one.

“Hey,” he exclaims, making a point of rubbing the back of his hand even though she hadn’t hit him hard enough for it to hurt, “What’s your problem?” 

“Those are her snacks,” Derek and Spencer say at the same time, and the team all laugh. It makes Emily smile and reassures her that even though everything was going to change, it would be fine. 

___

Emily snuggles around her pregnancy pillow, her hand on her stomach as she tries to get comfortable. She smiles as she hears Aaron downstairs in their apartment, dishes clattering against the kitchen counter as he gets her the snack she asked for. 

“Daddy is getting us some ice cream,” she says, rubbing circles on her bump, the material of Aaron’s t-shirt soft under her palm, “Although, he did make me agree to have salmon and greens for dinner tomorrow so I’m sorry about that in advance.” 

She smiles as she feels the baby move, much sharper than she was used to, as if it was responding to her, and then she freezes as she realises she’d felt it with her hand too. She sits up quickly, her hand pressing even harder into her belly.

“Oh my god, did you just kick for real?” She asks, and she feels it again, making her laugh to herself, the sound catching on a sob in her chest as she quickly gets out of bed, “Aaron,” she yells, not wanting him to miss this after he’d spent weeks with his hand all but glued to her belly so he could feel it, “Aaron.” 

She’s already in the hallway when she hears him respond, yelling her name back, dishes hitting the counter with force as she hears him running. When she makes it to the top of the stairs she pauses, smiling when their eyes meet. He’s already halfway up them, his eyes wide as he looks her up and down.

“Emily?” He says, “Are you ok? What’s happened?”

She feels a pang of guilt when she realises she must have scared him and she places her hand on his cheek when he makes it to the top of the stairs. He looks her up and down, as if she could have potentially injured herself in the few minutes he’d been downstairs. 

“I’m ok,” she says, smiling widely at him, “We’re ok.” 

He sighs, resting his forehead against hers, “Jesus Christ Em-”

“Nugget kicked. Properly,” she says, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach, “I didn’t want you to miss it.” 

“You felt a kick?” He asks, the panic in his eyes replaced with joy, both of his hands on her stomach as they fall into silence as they wait for movement. 

“Come on baby,” Emily says, “Kick for Daddy.” 

She watches as Aaron waits, his patience unending, and she feels sighs in relief when she feels it happen again. A sharp kick from her insides that she knows Aaron has felt too when his eyes go impossibly wider. 

“Hi Nugget,” he says, his voice thick as he kneels down in front of Emily, his face level with her bump, “Hi.” 

Emily smiles as she runs her hand through Aaron’s hair, and her cheeks ache with happiness when he looks up at her, his eyes shining. She wipes her finger under his eye, catching a tear as it falls, and she chokes out a laugh. 

“I love you,” she says, her smile shaking, “I love you so much.” 

Aaron stands, ignoring the pull in his back and knees as he does so, and tugs her into a fierce hug. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he kisses her temple, “I love you.” 

She pulls back from him and kisses him fiercely, tasting his joy on his tongue as she buries her fingers in his hair, holding him in place. She presses her forehead against his when they pull away and she smiles when he chases her kiss. 

“Do you still want your ice cream?” He asks, his hands drifting up the back of the t-shirt she was wearing, and she shakes her head, “You’re not hungry anymore?” 

She bites her lip before she kisses him again, her smile wide, “Not for ice cream.”  

-x-

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Kiss Me Again

Help Me Get Rid of This Asshole

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Wedding Date*

After Shower Special*

See You at Home*

Ohio Bound*

Mother’s Day

There Ain’t No Skiin’ in West Virginia

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Mama Bear’s Spa Day

Homecoming

A Quick Dip

Just a Gallon of Milk

Someone Borrowed*

Hey Bartender

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Tongue Tied

Becoming a Dad

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Simulating Natural Lighting the 1940s Way

How do you figure out whether the camouflage scheme you're planning for a cooling tower is going to work? Well, the Second World War camofleurs (a shorter term than "camouflage officers") had a tool, as recorded in Josh Cole's article regarding concealing infrastructure on the site dedicated to Colin Moss, a Suffolk-born painter, draughtsman - and camofleur.

The more complex concealment schemes were tested on scale models in the Rink in Leamington Spa. As Colin explained … “You worked on a scale model and … there was a turn-table which you could put it on and a moving light, which represented the sun, and you got up on a platform, which was about the height that a bombing pilot would come in at, and turn the thing around to see how it reacted to different times of day.” Journalist Virginia Ironside (daughter of camoufleur Christopher Ironside) memorably described the Rink as “a giant studio” where “artists slaved away over enormous turntables on which they had constructed models of factories and aerodromes, lit by ever moving moons and suns attached to wires”.

To me, this is a delightfully analogue solution.

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closed starter for @romanatticusbeckett location: spa

One of the best parts about the island was the freedom a lot of them had been granted in their work. Back in Virginia, Nathan was catering solely to the guests. But here, he was allowed extra time at the end of each shift to take care of the staff members. A lot of the boys that worked at the Haus had physically demanding jobs one way or the other and they needed to stay in top shape to take care of guests themselves. The Kings understood that, and that's why Nathan was granted these two hours a day for staff appointments. Even though he didn't see as many as he would have liked, since most staff membered were occupied with the guests come evening, he was happy that they knew they could come to him.

When the boys around reception let him know that his staff appointment today had been taken by one of the dancers, he was elated. He hadn't worked on any of the dancers yet and the thought of making new friends alone excited him along with the idea of what kind of body he would be getting his hands on this time. He was changing when the door opened, taking off a shirt he'd gotten massage oil on during his last appointment. He swung his dark eyes toward the other and instantly felt electricity in all the right places. He was gorgeous. "Hey, I'll be with you in just a minute." He tossed his dirty shirt to the side to deal with later, turning to look at his guest without bothering to put anything else on.

"You must be Roman. I'm Nathan." A pause. "I hope you don't mind. I don't have anything else to put on and since you're my last appointment, there's not really a point in running all the way back to my place to get a clean one." He would just think of it as good fortune on Roman's part.

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25 nonfiction in 2025

25 NONFICTION books I want to take off of my TBR this year (to be checked against reality at the end of December)

Bess of Hardwick First Lady of Chatsworth by Mary S. Lovell

The Russian Court at Sea: The Voyage of HMS Marlborough by Frances Welch

The Last Kaiser by Giles MacDonogh

The Brontë Cabinet: Three Lives in Nine Objects by Deborah Lutz

Testament of Youth by Vera Brittain

If This Is a Woman by Sarah Helm

Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets by Svetlana Alexievich

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

All the Young Men by Ruth Coker Burks

The Life and Death of Anne Boleyn by Eric Ives

A Tomb With a View: The Stories & Glories of Graveyards by Peter Ross

Another Day in the Death of America by Gary Younge

Ghosts of the Tsunami by Richard Lloyd Parry

Epitaph by Piotr M.A. Cywiński

Twilight of Empire: The Tragedy at Mayerling and the End of the Habsburgs by Greg King and Penny Wilson

A Gift of Joy and Hope by Pope Francis

Chinese Cinderella by Adeline Yeh Man

Goddesses with a Thousand Faces by Jasmine Elmer

The Holocaust Industry: Reflections on the Exploitation of Jewish Suffering by Norman G. Finkelstein

Shakespeare's Sisters: How Women Wrote the Renaissance by Ramie Targoff

Educated by Tara Westover

Hiroshima John Hersey

Health, Hedonism and Hypochondria: The Hidden History of Spas by Ian Bradley

Unwell Women by Elinor Cleghorn

84 Charing Cross Road by Helen Hanff

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Explore America with These Unforgettable Road Trips

The wind rushing through your hair, your favorite playlist on a loop, and an open road ahead — there's nothing quite like a road trip. It's the perfect way to explore the USA, the good old-fashioned way.

Looking for serene coastlines, vibrant towns, rugged mountains, or even a romantic getaway? These road trips from major U.S. cities promise adventure, relaxation, and memories you'll never forget. Ready to hit the road? Here are some of the best road trips you can take to reignite your wanderlust.

1. Ojai, California (83 Miles from Los Angeles)

A quick 90-minute drive from Los Angeles, Ojai is a peaceful escape surrounded by the Topatopa Mountains. The town's charm lies in its laid-back vibe, outdoor yoga at the Mission-style Ojai Valley Inn & Spa, and farm-fresh meals at Suzanne's Cuisine and Farmer and the Cook. On Sundays, browse the Ojai Farmers' Market for local treats, and end your day with a breathtaking sunset view from Meditation Mount.

2. Montauk, New York (117 Miles from NYC)

Montauk's bohemian spirit makes it a refreshing alternative to the Hamptons. Stay at Solé East Resort, featuring fire pits and hammocks for ultimate relaxation. Start your day with a smoothie from Joni's Kitchen, surf at Ditch Plains, or take in stunning views at Montauk Point Lighthouse. Wrap up with fresh seafood at The Crow's Nest or Inlet Seafood Restaurant as the sun sets over the water.

3. Charlottesville, Virginia (116 Miles from Washington D.C.)

Charlottesville's mix of colonial charm and modern energy is perfect for a weekend getaway. Tour Thomas Jefferson's Monticello estate, wander through the Historic Downtown Mall, and indulge in exceptional dining at spots like Mas Tapas or Ace Biscuit & Barbecue. Nearby wineries such as Barboursville and Pippin Hill provide scenic views and local vintages to savor.

4. Carmel-by-the-Sea, California (123 Miles from San Francisco)

Nestled along California's Highway 1, Carmel-by-the-Sea is a picture-perfect coastal town. Its storybook cottages, art galleries, and white sand beaches make it a favorite for romantic retreats. Wander through San Carlos and Dolores streets, sample local wines at Georis Winery, and enjoy a sunset picnic on the beach.

5. Grand Haven, Michigan (171 Miles from Chicago)

Grand Haven's idyllic location on Lake Michigan makes it a relaxing retreat. Spend your morning at Morning Star Café, savor oysters at The Grand Seafood & Oyster Bar, and walk to Snug Harbor for drinks with a view. The Grand Haven Lighthouse pier is the best spot to watch the vibrant Midwest sunset.

6. Key West, Florida (160 Miles from Miami)

A scenic drive along the Overseas Highway leads to Key West, a sun-soaked island bursting with history and charm. Visit Ernest Hemingway's Home and Museum, enjoy authentic Cuban dishes at El Siboney, and explore quirky shops along Duval Street. For a luxurious stay, Casa Marina Resort is an ideal choice.

7. Breckenridge, Colorado (80 Miles from Denver)

Breckenridge is a haven for outdoor enthusiasts, especially in the summer. Thrill-seekers can try ziplining or rafting, while others can enjoy free concerts in the Arts District. End your day at Broken Compass Brewery or Après Libations, all while surrounded by stunning mountain scenery.

8. Kennebunkport, Maine (84 Miles from Boston)

Kennebunkport is a classic New England destination, offering sandy beaches, fresh lobster, and charming boutiques. Explore Dock Square, relax at Goose Rocks Beach, and savor lobster pot pie at Earth at Hidden Pond. For a unique keepsake, check out Maine-mined tourmaline jewelry at Coastal Jewelers.

9. Bend, Oregon (163 Miles from Portland)

Bend's sunny summers make it a hidden gem in the Pacific Northwest. Paddleboard along the Deschutes River, hike the trails at Smith Rock, and explore the Old Mill District's shops and restaurants. Sushi and innovative Thai dishes at Five Fusion & Sushi Bar are a great way to end your day.

10. Route 66 (Various Starting Points)

Stretching from Chicago to Santa Monica, Route 66 is an iconic journey through America's history. With quirky roadside attractions, vintage diners, and diverse landscapes, each segment of the route offers something unique. The Painted Desert, classic diner stops, or endless stretches of open road make Route 66 a road trip unlike any other.

Consider These:

Plan Your Route: Map out key stops and download offline maps for areas with spotty coverage.

Budget Smartly: Account for gas, food, and accommodations. Booking ahead can save both time and money.

Check Your Vehicle: Inspect tires, fluids, and brakes. Always carry a spare tire and essential tools.

Stay Open: Some of the best memories come from unexpected detours and hidden gems.

Pack Essentials: The right gear can make all the difference. Bring snacks to fuel long drives, a camera for scenic stops, a first-aid kit, and a portable charger to keep your devices powered. Rare Klub has an ideal range of bags—weekenders, backpacks, duffels, and totes—that are sturdy, stylish, and designed to fit seamlessly into your travels.

Catching sunsets in Ojai, indulging in fresh lobster in Kennebunkport, or exploring the Rockies in Breckenridge, every road trip promises unforgettable moments. The U.S. is a vibrant patchwork of stunning landscapes, lively cities, and peaceful small towns. Each journey is an opportunity to create memories you'll carry for a lifetime. So pack your Rare Klub bag with everything you need, grab your sunglasses, and crank up the music—your next adventure is just around the corner.

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Discover Stunning Northern Virginia Wedding Photography

Introduction: Your wedding day is a celebration of love, commitment, and joy, and every moment deserves to be captured beautifully. Northern Virginia, with its rolling hills, charming towns, and picturesque venues, offers the perfect backdrop for unforgettable wedding photography. Whether you’re envisioning an elegant ballroom celebration or a rustic outdoor affair, Northern Virginia wedding photographers specialize in creating timeless memories that reflect your unique love story.

Why Choose a Northern Virginia Wedding Photographer? Local photographers bring invaluable expertise to your wedding day. They understand the nuances of Northern Virginia’s landscapes, seasonal changes, and lighting conditions. From the golden hues of autumn vineyards to the blooming gardens of spring, they know how to highlight the area’s natural beauty.

Moreover, Northern Virginia wedding photographers often have established connections with popular venues, ensuring seamless coordination. Their familiarity with local weather patterns, traffic, and hidden gems for photoshoots adds an extra layer of convenience and creativity to your big day.

What Sets Northern Virginia Apart for Wedding Photography? Northern Virginia is renowned for its diverse settings that cater to every couple’s style and vision:

Vineyards and Wineries:

Locations like Breaux Vineyards and Bluemont Vineyard provide stunning vistas, rustic charm, and warm, golden-hour lighting for perfect wedding photos.

Historic Estates and Manors:

Venues such as Morven Park and Oatlands Historic House & Gardens offer a blend of elegance and historical significance, ideal for classic wedding portraits.

Outdoor Beauty:

Great Falls Park and Meadowlark Botanical Gardens provide breathtaking natural backdrops for couples seeking a more organic aesthetic.

Charming Towns:

The cobblestone streets of Old Town Alexandria or the quaint atmosphere of Middleburg add a romantic, small-town vibe to your wedding album.

Traits of a Great Northern Virginia Wedding Photographer When selecting your wedding photographer, consider the following qualities to ensure they’re the right fit:

Experience:

Look for photographers with a strong portfolio featuring weddings in Northern Virginia. Their familiarity with local venues and settings will shine through in their work.

Style:

Decide on the photography style that resonates with you—be it traditional, artistic, or photojournalistic. Many photographers offer a blend to capture all aspects of your day.

Professionalism:

Timely communication, attention to detail, and a calm demeanor are crucial traits, especially during the fast-paced moments of a wedding.

Custom Packages:

Choose a photographer who offers customizable packages to suit your needs, from engagement sessions to full-day coverage.

Tips for Maximizing Your Wedding Photography Experience To ensure your wedding photos exceed your expectations, keep these tips in mind:

Plan an Engagement Session:

Engagement shoots are a great way to get comfortable with your photographer and capture pre-wedding memories. Plus, it’s an opportunity to explore beautiful locations like the Shenandoah Valley or the streets of Leesburg.

Communicate Your Vision:

Share mood boards, Pinterest ideas, or specific shots you’d like with your photographer. Clear communication ensures they understand your expectations.

Time Your Photos Well:

Discuss the timeline with your photographer to take advantage of the best lighting conditions, particularly during golden hour.

Scout Locations Together:

If possible, visit your venue and additional photo spots with your photographer beforehand to discuss ideas and logistics.

Popular Wedding Photography Locations in Northern Virginia Some of the most photogenic venues and areas in Northern Virginia include:

Salamander Resort & Spa:

This luxurious venue in Middleburg combines countryside elegance with modern amenities, offering stunning settings for both indoor and outdoor photography.

George Washington’s Mount Vernon:

The historic estate provides a unique mix of history and natural beauty, ideal for couples seeking a one-of-a-kind backdrop.

The Winery at Bull Run:

With its rustic charm and expansive vineyards, this venue is perfect for couples wanting a countryside wedding feel.

Carlyle House Historic Park:

Located in Old Town Alexandria, this historic venue offers beautifully landscaped gardens and colonial architecture for timeless photos.

Northern Virginia is a treasure trove of stunning venues and landscapes, making it an ideal location for you

r wedding photography. By choosing a local photographer who understands the area’s unique charm, you’ll ensure that every moment of your special day is captured with artistry and care. Take the time to research, meet with photographers, and share your vision—the right professional will bring your love story to life through breathtaking images you’ll cherish forever.

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Discover Stunning Northern Virginia Wedding Photography

Introduction: Your wedding day is a celebration of love, commitment, and joy, and every moment deserves to be captured beautifully. Northern Virginia, with its rolling hills, charming towns, and picturesque venues, offers the perfect backdrop for unforgettable wedding photography. Whether you’re envisioning an elegant ballroom celebration or a rustic outdoor affair, Northern Virginia wedding photographers specialize in creating timeless memories that reflect your unique love story.

Why Choose a Northern Virginia Wedding Photographer? Local photographers bring invaluable expertise to your wedding day. They understand the nuances of Northern Virginia’s landscapes, seasonal changes, and lighting conditions. From the golden hues of autumn vineyards to the blooming gardens of spring, they know how to highlight the area’s natural beauty.

Moreover, Northern Virginia wedding photographers often have established connections with popular venues, ensuring seamless coordination. Their familiarity with local weather patterns, traffic, and hidden gems for photoshoots adds an extra layer of convenience and creativity to your big day.

What Sets Northern Virginia Apart for Wedding Photography? Northern Virginia is renowned for its diverse settings that cater to every couple’s style and vision:

Vineyards and Wineries:

Locations like Breaux Vineyards and Bluemont Vineyard provide stunning vistas, rustic charm, and warm, golden-hour lighting for perfect wedding photos.

Historic Estates and Manors:

Venues such as Morven Park and Oatlands Historic House & Gardens offer a blend of elegance and historical significance, ideal for classic wedding portraits.

Outdoor Beauty:

Great Falls Park and Meadowlark Botanical Gardens provide breathtaking natural backdrops for couples seeking a more organic aesthetic.

Charming Towns:

The cobblestone streets of Old Town Alexandria or the quaint atmosphere of Middleburg add a romantic, small-town vibe to your wedding album.

Traits of a Great Northern Virginia Wedding Photographer When selecting your wedding photographer, consider the following qualities to ensure they’re the right fit:

Experience:

Look for photographers with a strong portfolio featuring weddings in Northern Virginia. Their familiarity with local venues and settings will shine through in their work.

Style:

Decide on the photography style that resonates with you—be it traditional, artistic, or photojournalistic. Many photographers offer a blend to capture all aspects of your day.

Professionalism:

Timely communication, attention to detail, and a calm demeanor are crucial traits, especially during the fast-paced moments of a wedding.

Custom Packages:

Choose a photographer who offers customizable packages to suit your needs, from engagement sessions to full-day coverage.

Tips for Maximizing Your Wedding Photography Experience To ensure your wedding photos exceed your expectations, keep these tips in mind:

Plan an Engagement Session:

Engagement shoots are a great way to get comfortable with your photographer and capture pre-wedding memories. Plus, it’s an opportunity to explore beautiful locations like the Shenandoah Valley or the streets of Leesburg.

Communicate Your Vision:

Share mood boards, Pinterest ideas, or specific shots you’d like with your photographer. Clear communication ensures they understand your expectations.

Time Your Photos Well:

Discuss the timeline with your photographer to take advantage of the best lighting conditions, particularly during golden hour.

Scout Locations Together:

If possible, visit your venue and additional photo spots with your photographer beforehand to discuss ideas and logistics.

Popular Wedding Photography Locations in Northern Virginia Some of the most photogenic venues and areas in Northern Virginia include:

Salamander Resort & Spa:

This luxurious venue in Middleburg combines countryside elegance with modern amenities, offering stunning settings for both indoor and outdoor photography.

George Washington’s Mount Vernon:

The historic estate provides a unique mix of history and natural beauty, ideal for couples seeking a one-of-a-kind backdrop.

The Winery at Bull Run:

With its rustic charm and expansive vineyards, this venue is perfect for couples wanting a countryside wedding feel.

Carlyle House Historic Park:

Located in Old Town Alexandria, this historic venue offers beautifully landscaped gardens and colonial architecture for timeless photos.

Northern Virginia is a treasure trove of stunning venues and landscapes, making it an ideal location for you

r wedding photography. By choosing a local photographer who understands the area’s unique charm, you’ll ensure that every moment of your special day is captured with artistry and care. Take the time to research, meet with photographers, and share your vision—the right professional will bring your love story to life through breathtaking images you’ll cherish forever.

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Discover Stunning Northern Virginia Wedding Photography

Introduction: Your wedding day is a celebration of love, commitment, and joy, and every moment deserves to be captured beautifully. Northern Virginia, with its rolling hills, charming towns, and picturesque venues, offers the perfect backdrop for unforgettable wedding photography. Whether you’re envisioning an elegant ballroom celebration or a rustic outdoor affair, Northern Virginia wedding photographers specialize in creating timeless memories that reflect your unique love story.

Why Choose a Northern Virginia Wedding Photographer? Local photographers bring invaluable expertise to your wedding day. They understand the nuances of Northern Virginia’s landscapes, seasonal changes, and lighting conditions. From the golden hues of autumn vineyards to the blooming gardens of spring, they know how to highlight the area’s natural beauty.

Moreover, Northern Virginia wedding photographers often have established connections with popular venues, ensuring seamless coordination. Their familiarity with local weather patterns, traffic, and hidden gems for photoshoots adds an extra layer of convenience and creativity to your big day.

What Sets Northern Virginia Apart for Wedding Photography? Northern Virginia is renowned for its diverse settings that cater to every couple’s style and vision:

Vineyards and Wineries:

Locations like Breaux Vineyards and Bluemont Vineyard provide stunning vistas, rustic charm, and warm, golden-hour lighting for perfect wedding photos.

Historic Estates and Manors:

Venues such as Morven Park and Oatlands Historic House & Gardens offer a blend of elegance and historical significance, ideal for classic wedding portraits.

Outdoor Beauty:

Great Falls Park and Meadowlark Botanical Gardens provide breathtaking natural backdrops for couples seeking a more organic aesthetic.

Charming Towns:

The cobblestone streets of Old Town Alexandria or the quaint atmosphere of Middleburg add a romantic, small-town vibe to your wedding album.

Traits of a Great Northern Virginia Wedding Photographer When selecting your wedding photographer, consider the following qualities to ensure they’re the right fit:

Experience:

Look for photographers with a strong portfolio featuring weddings in Northern Virginia. Their familiarity with local venues and settings will shine through in their work.

Style:

Decide on the photography style that resonates with you—be it traditional, artistic, or photojournalistic. Many photographers offer a blend to capture all aspects of your day.

Professionalism:

Timely communication, attention to detail, and a calm demeanor are crucial traits, especially during the fast-paced moments of a wedding.

Custom Packages:

Choose a photographer who offers customizable packages to suit your needs, from engagement sessions to full-day coverage.

Tips for Maximizing Your Wedding Photography Experience To ensure your wedding photos exceed your expectations, keep these tips in mind:

Plan an Engagement Session:

Engagement shoots are a great way to get comfortable with your photographer and capture pre-wedding memories. Plus, it’s an opportunity to explore beautiful locations like the Shenandoah Valley or the streets of Leesburg.

Communicate Your Vision:

Share mood boards, Pinterest ideas, or specific shots you’d like with your photographer. Clear communication ensures they understand your expectations.

Time Your Photos Well:

Discuss the timeline with your photographer to take advantage of the best lighting conditions, particularly during golden hour.

Scout Locations Together:

If possible, visit your venue and additional photo spots with your photographer beforehand to discuss ideas and logistics.

Popular Wedding Photography Locations in Northern Virginia Some of the most photogenic venues and areas in Northern Virginia include:

Salamander Resort & Spa:

This luxurious venue in Middleburg combines countryside elegance with modern amenities, offering stunning settings for both indoor and outdoor photography.

George Washington’s Mount Vernon:

The historic estate provides a unique mix of history and natural beauty, ideal for couples seeking a one-of-a-kind backdrop.

The Winery at Bull Run:

With its rustic charm and expansive vineyards, this venue is perfect for couples wanting a countryside wedding feel.

Carlyle House Historic Park:

Located in Old Town Alexandria, this historic venue offers beautifully landscaped gardens and colonial architecture for timeless photos.

Northern Virginia is a treasure trove of stunning venues and landscapes, making it an ideal location for you

r wedding photography. By choosing a local photographer who understands the area’s unique charm, you’ll ensure that every moment of your special day is captured with artistry and care. Take the time to research, meet with photographers, and share your vision—the right professional will bring your love story to life through breathtaking images you’ll cherish forever.

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