#emerald gap necklace

[yanderestarangel]

♡ — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐄 | 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑

— TW: smut, praise, dark themes, age gap, light yandere, age gap, friend of your farher!albert wesker, v!sex, manipulation, nsfw, distorted mind, oral, afab anatomy, blackmail, recorded sex, daddykink, no pronouns used besides 'you'.

♡—Wesker was a sick man, he knew that, but Albert's darkest desires could not be ignored for long. He was your dad's co-worker, and to tell the truth, he hated the man, however, there was something about your father that interested him... You.

♡— Wesker, unfortunately for you, laid eyes on you, it was just small glances behind the dark lenses of his glasses, but soon after, you were already in the scientist's darkest thoughts. He thought you were a precious thing, a little pearl that needed to be protected by him, so he decided to get even closer to your dad, it was so easy to manipulate the man and infiltrate your family that Albert found it pathetic, but he needed you... Being close to you, you were eating away at his mind with every bitter second that passed in the older man's abjacent solitude.

♡— Wesker could just get rid of anyone in the worst way possible and lock you up in a place isolated from everything and everyone, make you his untouched little doll, lock you in a glass dome and watch you all day — he could force you to loving him, worshiping him like a god, he wanted to make you walk on the ground he walks on and see your tongue lick every drop of his seed, things escalated very quickly for him, but he didn't care, in the blonde's head, he was a superior being, and could do anything he wanted.

♡— Wesker researched every strong and weak point of your personality, in a few days he had a folder and raw files of hours and hours of recordings of you, either with the wiretap he secretly placed on your cell phone, or with the cameras hidden behind home — which he put it when he went to your house, to drink some wine and hand over some papers from the umbrella to your dad — or for the hours he spent stalking every post of yours on the internet. He knew everything about you... Absolutely everything, you were his obsession, you were his property and his alone... It didn't take long for you to realize that.

♡— Wesker began with calm touches, as if he were watering a flower, wetting your petals of desire with the nectar of hot, forbidden touches. He would pay you so much attention, wearing the best smile behind his serious and cold face, his lips would always have an expression of comfort for you — He would always shower you with sweet nicknames, telling you how proud he is of you always giving your best to you. college grades, or how good you were. He would divert your father's attention just to visit you in your room, giving you expensive gifts that you had wanted for a long time. "— I just remembered you baby, it suits your eyes, don't worry about the value sweetheart." Albert would speak in a hoarse tone, placing the emerald necklace around your neck, brushing his fingers for too long on your skin and leaving soon after, leaving you with a confused feeling in your chest and a heat in your core.

♡— Wesker has been mentally writing down the best nicknames he can think of. "— My Prince/Princess, My doll, My baby boy/baby girl, My little gem, My good boy/girl, honey, darling, dear, sweet little thing." And all of them are accompanied by mischievous phrases and smiles. " — Good job prince/princess, you did well... Keep it up." " — you really are a cute little thing, aren't you? Making Daddy happy." The scientist would purr in your ear, away from your father's eyes... Not that he cares much, but he loves the feeling of adrenaline, seeing your face blush, you would be a mess for a simple compliment or word of affirmation... It was so cute to him, like a stalking prey, a deer lost and beautiful in the snow.

♡— Wesker knew that resisting his charm was never an option, and it wouldn't be. He is a man who knows how to play his cards right, and it wouldn't take long for him to trap you in his web of manipulation and possession, he would make you his body, mind and soul, break you to the breaking point.

♡— Wesker would have luxurious dinners at his penthouse, calling his family, an excuse to see you again. He would get your dad drunk enough to pull you to some corner of the house and pull down your clothes, slapping your ass hard as he knelt kissing your clit, forcing you to lean against the cold wall while he fucked you out. "— Fuck imagine if your father comes in here and sees his sweet son/daughter like that? Fucking his friend?" Albert smiled mischievously, as he inserted two thick fingers into your hole, stretching you to the sides, leaving you well prepared for him. He would hold you with his strong arms, taking you to the table where your father slept drunk, fucking you in front of the man's sleepy body. " — Fucking h-hell Mmm- imagine if he wakes up? Seeing you like this? Seeing that you're nothing but a fucking slut." He babbled, pushing the base of his dick into your cunt, while you covered your moans with your hand, feeling your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure.

♡— Wesker will fuck you in your own house, making an excuse for your father who needs to recommend some colleges to you, while he aggressively beats you on the mattress, tying your ankles with his tie, while overstimulating your pussy, inserting his shaft repeatedly into your uterus, he'll just take out even the tip and put it all in at once with a sadistic smile on his thin lips. "—I could fuck you like this all day."

♡— Wesker would say such dirty and sweet things to you while turning you into a dumb mess. " — Your sweet little pussy is made for my cock, isn't it?" His free hand reaches down to caress your breasts, pinching and pinching your sensitive nipples, eliciting more moans from your lips. He continues to tease and torment you, pushing you closer to the edge of orgasm before pulling back, prolonging your agony - and his, you could beg and whimper, as he takes a cell phone out of his pocket, focusing on your wet, abused hole. " — Oh, you little slut," he grows. " —I love the way you look when my cock stretches you out like this Ah- Fuck sweetheart-" And just as you're about to fall, he slows down once again, prolonging your ecstasy, the buildup almost unbearable. "—Not yet, my dear," he whispers in your ear, his voice filled with wicked delight. "—You will come when I say so. Only when I give you permission."

♡— Wesker will take several photos of your body covered in semen, in compromising positions and with his dick in your mouth, videos, gifs or any digital media available, he will manipulate and chat you so that you are always his, always stay on his side.

" — You will never run away from me, my little pet... Or else... Your father and all your family, friends... They will know what a whore you are, so just be good and keep your mouth shut, pretty boys/girls don't think."

©𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 2023

[realcube]

dilf december

day eight ⭑ tetsuro kuroo ⭑ sugar daddy x reader

tw: age gap & slight angst/conflict

midnight. he must think you're a joke.

lately, you and kuroo have had issues pertaining to him coming home from work far too late. he is supposed to finish at 5PM but most days he comes home around one or even two in the morning. which is a major issue considering it means you never get to spend any time with him, as he falls asleep as soon as he gets home then wakes up again at 8AM sharp and heads straight to work. he won't even entertain the idea of sitting down to have breakfast with you, he's always in a hurry to leave.

thus, you had to put your foot down and say that if he didn't start coming home at a reasonable time, you'd send him packing. at first he thought you were being unreasonable but you explained that you understood that he had overtime to do and sometimes he wants to socialise with his colleagues after hours, so that is why you gave him until 11PM to do so. six extra hours after his scheduled hours conclude should be plenty.

he still thought you were being a bit overbearing but he eventually conceded, not liking to see you upset for too long. he agreed that he would start coming home at 11PM sharp so the two of you could spend more time together during the week.

however, you were standing by the door at 11.30PM and from peering out the front window you could see his car had yet to pull up into the driveway. naturally, by midnight, you had packed the majority of his clothes and essential personal belongings into suitcases, and had hauled them into the foyer.

it was around 1AM when he finally arrived, and you were alerted by the jangling of his keys in the front door as to his presence. when he entered, you were already waiting patiently in your crimson evening gown, standing with your arms crossed in front of all his shit.

"hi, my angel." he cooed, immediately trying to diffuse the piping hot tension in the air.

but to no avail, as you quickly hiss back, "here's all your stuff. take it and go."

he approached you with his arms extended for a hug, or to pull you in for a kiss, saying "c'mon, baby, what's all this for? y'know i—" but you jerk away on reflex.

"take it and get out." you remain firm in your stance, standing behind one of the particularly large suitcases and using it as a barrier between the two of you.

"get out of my own house, huh?" he replies, quirking a brow.

"it's not your house anymore." you state bluntly.

he nods, clicking his tongue, "right. do you want to tell me why i'm being kicked out of my house?" his temper is calm and witty, despite everything, which almost pissed you off even more.

"you know exactly why! because i asked you to be home by eleven, but here you are at one in the morning. and you didn't even text or call me to say you were going to be late; it's like you don't even care that i'm at home thinking about you." your voice trails off as you notice kuroo's wavering, "are you even listening to me?!"

now he fixes it and meets your eye, "of course, princess. i just think you look so beautiful in that red dress. d'ya want me to get it for you in blue as well?"

your eyes widen, as you clutch the fabric of the gown, which finishes at your mid-thigh, "or how about an emerald green? i think it would be very flattering if it was mo—" your excited look drops into a harrowing glare as it dawns on you what scheme he is trying to employ, "you can't distract me by talking about clothes."

he frowns and puts his hand over his heart solemnly, bowing his head, "i apologise, i shouldn't do that." he states, then glances up at you with his head still lowered, and adds, "but how about an emerald necklace to match your new dress? we can go to the jeweller next week if you l—"

"kuroo!" you roar, and he instantly straightens himself out, as you point him to the exit, "go!"

since bribery hasn't worked, now he'll have to resort to begging. "c'mon, (y/n), you can't kick me out! how's an old guy like me going to survive on the streets?" he plead, though the shit-eatting grin on his face really reduced the believability of his performace.

"you'll have to make it work, i guess." you huff while shrugging. "maybe you can find shelter in a brothel."

he sighs, realising how persistent you are about this, "i'm sorry, (y/n). i really am, i just get so caught up in work, y'know. and i want to do the best job i can so i can afford to get you nice things. who is going to be paying for your ¥2,000,000 handbags and purses?" his tone his half-serious and half-joking, and that's how he always finds a way to make you giggle even during conflict.

"well, if it means getting to see you more often, i guess i could go without buying anymore handbags for a while." you sheepishly press your lips into a line, while kuroo gazes up at you with a faux-mystified expression, eyes filled with wonder and admiration.

"really? you would do that? how selfless."

you roll your eyes and he just laughs, finally able to throw an arm around your shoulders and pull you in for a tight embrace. "what a sweetheart you are, making sacrifices for us. and i'll try to avoid scheduling meetings for the afternoon so i can get all my work done before 5PM, that way i can get home on time to see my girl. how does that sound?"

"good." you mumble against his chest, being muffled by his pressed shift that smells strongly of musky designer perfume. "and you need to text me when you're running late."

"done." he says confidently, finally allowing you escape him firm hold, "so, can i unpack my bags?"

"hmm," you stroke your chin with your thumb, pondering until you reach a suitable verdict, "you can take the bags up to our room, but i need to see if you stay true to your word for the rest of the week before you unpack."

he nods, flashing you his signature charming smile, "that sounds fair."

[tallulah477]

Birthday Gift

Kinkmas Day 2: Titty Fucking

Pairing: Prince!Human!Neteyam x Maid!Human!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Neteyam, Tit fucking, Slight dirty talk, Slight possessive/obsessive behavior and language, Cumming on chest/tits

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Dedicated to @tsewtx for creating this fantastic AU. Love you, Wren! Catch up on Royalty AU here!

Summary: (Royalty AU) Prince Neteyam receives a lot of fine gifts for his birthday, but the only thing he really wants is you on your knees and your perfect tits around his cock.

Prince Neteyam always receives many gifts for his birthday.

He is recipient to the finest jewelry, made from precious metals and adorned with a multitude of diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires. Amongst the small mountains of gold and silver crafted pieces, hang other pieces of lavish clothing - soft, silk dress shirts in multiple colors, intricate waistcoats that look like they took a lifetime to create.

A new pair of leather riding boots that would look good on him, but that look amazing on you. 

“C’mon, y/n,” He mumbles, dark eyes glittering with desire as they trace along your standing figure. “Show me the new things I own,”

You stand in front of him, clad only in an unbuttoned emerald green silk shirt that falls halfway down your thighs and the leather boots that hug your legs until just below the knee, the little buckles on the sides clanking with each step you take as you walk uncertainty towards him, giving him a small twirl when he silently moves his pointer finger in a circle. 

He grins at your hesitance. So many years of doing this with him, being his good girl, his whore, the perfect little maid for his majesty - and you’re still so shy, like somehow you’re not 100% positive that he's completely and utterly obsessed with you. 

“You don’t have to be bashful,” He says, leaning forwards so he can rest his forearms on his thighs as he gazes at the expanse of soft skin on display, both between the gap of the shirt hem and boots as well as the tempting sliver of smooth, markable canvas shown between the open button down. “You know you’re the most beautiful woman alive.”

The flush on your face and the way you can’t meet his eyes make his cock even harder in his trousers. The hard length pushes at the tight material, threatening to burst the seams. Neteyam stands, eager to be closer to you, to touch you, and relieve some of the pressure. He crosses the room, tall figure towering over yours as he stares down at you, eyes filled with heat as he grips your jaw in his large hand, possessively. 

“You look so pretty in my clothing,” He murmurs, tilting your head up so your plump lips brush against his. 

“Thank you, your highness,” 

Neteyam’s lips are warm against yours as he kisses you, the soft press of his mouth against yours is enough to make your breathing stutter no matter how many times it’s happened before. His lips slide across your cheek, laying gentle kiss after gentle kiss along the heated skin as he makes his way to your ear. His breath is hot against the curve as he breathes, “Are you going to be a good girl for me and give me my present?”

You nod, voice struggling to manifest when he nibbles on the shell of your ear, and you’re just able to force out a squeaky, “Yes, highness,”

He kisses you again, this time a little harder, a little more needy. His free hand moves to brush the soft material of the shirt to the side, revealing one of your breasts to his hungry gaze and brushing his thumb over your hard nipple, before pulling back and biting his bottom lip with a wicked smirk. 

“Undress me then,”

His long fingers tease along the sensitive skin of your thigh as you work carefully on undoing the clasps of his shirt. Your delicate hands push the material off of his broad shoulders, revealing the toned expanse of his chest and your eyes can’t help the way they zero in on the excited rise and fall of his chest and the muscles that shift under his skin. The necklace around his neck shifts in time with his breaths, the small thin golden band he had made for you years ago threaded through the chain lays next to his heart - exactly where it should be, he tells you, until he’s able to put it on your finger officially. 

The metal glistens in the low light of the room, contrasting beautifully against his dark skin, but your eyes are pulled away from the sight when his hand cups your jaw again.

“Going a bit slow, aren’t we?” He chuckles, lips brushing against yours with each word. “You know it’s not fair to tease the birthday boy.”

His hands grip yours, warm palms dragging your own across the strong muscles of his chest and down the flat planes of his stomach until they reach the waistband of his pants. He keeps one of your hands there, and your fingertips gently caress the skin just above the fabric. He guides your other hand down further until you’re cupping his bulge, feeling the thick hardness in your hand.

“Feel how hard I am for you?” He murmurs, hand tightening around yours to make your fingers curl around him through the taut material. “Need you so much.”

“I’ll take good care of you,” You promise. 

Your hands expertly work at the fastenings on his trousers, his length jumping out and slapping against his belly, long and thick and beautiful in its glory. His cock is familiar to you - intimately familiar in the way that every part of your body knows the shape and size of it by memory. Every ridge, vein, and curve - engraved in your brain and heart.

He prefers to fuck you. Is obsessed with the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around his cock like a warm hug he never wants to be released from. He loves to feel the way your pussy clenches around his length, wants to feel your nails raking across his back as he ruts into you, hear your pretty mewls when he pounds your cervix before he floods your insides with his release.

He wants you on your back, or on your stomach, or on your side - it doesn’t matter. He wants you anyway he can have you, just as long as it’s you with him, crying his name as you cream all over his cock.

And he’ll get that. Soon. But for now, he wants this. 

He kicks his pants off, suddenly impatient as he stares down at you. He pulls you towards him, catching you off guard with the force of his tug as he sits on the chaise at the foot of his bed, and you fall onto his lap with a shocked yelp.

“Teyam!” You gasp, and his nickname falls from your lips without you even catching it. 

“Be a good girl and give me what I want, okay?” He grunts, ripping the silk shirt from your body and leaving you entirely bare to his hungry gaze, save for the boots still hugging your legs. “On your knees. Now.”

You rush to comply - the firm, authoritative timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine as you slide off of his lap and onto the floor. Neteyam leans back against his bed, the weight of his body supported on his forearms as his upper half lounges against the soft covers. His thighs are spread wide to accommodate your position between them and his cock pulses at the view.

It’s not a new sight, but it’s still his favorite sight.

You on your knees, staring up at him with those eyes, batting your long lashes at him with a combined look of shy maiden and sex vixen that makes him want to slide his hand in your hair and push your face into the ground so he can bury himself inside you from behind until the sounds you're making match the expression on your face. But no - he has a plan. He made you promise to give him whatever he wanted for his birthday, and he wants this.

“Come on, y/n,” He says, and he’s trying to be calm, trying to stay the golden, level headed prince that he should be, but even he can hear the whine in his voice. “Put them on me. Want to feel them,”

His breath feels like it's stuck in his lungs when you kneel up, hands cupping the sides of your chest as you lean closer and closer to his throbbing erection. His shirt and boots are not the only thing he’s put you in tonight. The fine jewelry of intricately made necklaces and rings he’s received throughout the day also adorn your perfect body. Three very expensive necklaces of varying lengths hang from your delicate neck, the regal blue stone on the longest one hanging beautifully just above the valley of your breasts. 

The feel of your tits enveloping his length has him reeling, the soft pillowy mounds molding around his cock like they were made to cradle him between them. Your hands hold your breasts together tightly around him, the rings on your fingers shining in the light are a variety of mixed metals and glittering jewels, and he decides then and there that he never wants to wear them himself. He only ever wants to see the beautiful jewels on you. 

It’s good, so good - the feel of your breasts massaging his heated length. But he needs more. 

“Spit on it,” He groans, and it’s taking all he has to not just fuck up into the tight space. There’s already a wet line along the opening of the valley from his precum and he’s obsessed with the way your wet skin glistens in the low light of the room. “Spit on it, y/n. Get it all wet and slippery so I can fuck them.”

The sound that rips out of his throat when you do is almost a whimper. His cock twitches when you let the glob of saliva fall from your tongue and onto the flushed tip, the spit coating the head and running down the sides and into the warm and newly wet embrace of your breasts. 

You do it again, adding more wetness to the mix to help with the slide as you glide yourself up and down his shaft. Neteyam lets out a punched out moan, hands balling into fists next to him as his head tilts back in pleasure, eyes fluttering closed for just a second before his head snaps back up, intent on not missing a second of the breathtaking image in front of him. 

Your nipples are just peeking out from the cage of your fingers, two hard buds pointed tantalizingly between your pointer and middle fingers and he mourns the fact that he can’t both fuck your tits and suck on your nipples at the same time. His hips kick up, abs flexing as he rocks into the tight space, and the tip of his cock nudges the blue gem of the necklace with each thrust. 

“So good for me,” He moans, reaching out to run his thumb along your bottom lip. He lets out a shuddering breath when your tongue comes out to swipe against the pad of his thumb. “Yeah, do that. Put your tongue to good use,”

Neteyam’s eyes roll back into his head at the first feel of your tongue on his swollen tip. He rocks faster, hips now completely off the chaise as he fucks your tits with vigor, your tongue lolling out to lap against the head every time it reappears back through the cradle of your breasts. 

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” He grunts. “So perfect for me.” 

The sensation of his cock tapping against the wet muscle is driving him wild, and he can’t help but watch in wicked satisfaction as your own eyes hood in pleasure at the taste of his precum coating your tongue. He knows you, knows you better than anyone else ever will or ever could. He knows that if he were to sink his fingers between your thighs, you would be dripping for him. 

“You were made for me,” He breathes. He can feel his stomach tightening as his orgasm barrels closer and closer. “Made just for me. Mine. My good girl, my whore.”

You hum in agreement, nodding enthusiastically as your responding moan vibrates through your tongue and against his cock. But it’s not enough. He needs the words - needs to hear them confirmed in your sweet, soft voice. 

“Say it,” He demands. His mind is reeling, desperately trying to decide where he wants to cum. He wants to mark you everywhere - wants to cum on your pretty tits, paint them white with his release and watch as it drips down your gorgeous body. He wants to cum on your face, marking your beautiful features as his just so he can have an excuse to take you to the large tub across the room and wash your entire body clean, only to dirty you up again before you’ve even stepped out of it. He wants to lace his fingers in your hair and drag your head down, sheathing his cock in the warm embrace of your throat and mark you from the inside - it would be less messy, and you wouldn’t be able to wash it off afterwards. “Say it, y/n,”

“I’m yours,” You whisper, thighs unconsciously trying to rub together as you desperately try to keep up your pace and the pressure of your chest against his length. “Your whore,”

“F-fuck!” Neteyam whimpers. “Fuck, fuck,”

In the end, he chooses your tits. He stands abruptly, nudging you back slightly so he can stand properly in front of you and finishes himself off, fisting himself furiously as you gaze up at him with those innocent eyes of yours that just make him want to wreck you even more. He cums with a guttural groan, ropes of white shooting from his swollen tip and landing directly on your heaving breasts.

You look stunning - like a beautiful, fucked out goddess brought to Earth just for him to have and cherish. His cock twitches in interest as he continues to stare at you, and your hooded eyes look up at your Prince in awe.

If you thought you were getting any kind of a break, you were wrong.

**Special thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for the prompt!

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[m4rv3l-girl]

Since you smashed my other request👏🏻 I was wondering if you could do this one as its nearing Christmas🫶🏻

Reader keeps asking bucky what he wants for Christmas but bucky keeps saying nothing, reader is stuck for ideas then she comes up with this idea; https://www.facebook.com/share/r/AS8RZtHRrSf9KTre/

She's gets all dolled up like she's from the 40s and does a photoshoot and puts a picture in a pocket watch for him and bucky opens it and is shocked and tears up alittle because its part of his past and future all in one🥹🫶🏻

A Timeless Christmas

Warmings: None, just utter fluff.

The first flakes of snow dusted the streets of Brooklyn. Y/N hustled through the shops, her scarf pulled snug around her neck.

Christmas was around the corner, and while the lights and music filled the city with cheer, she felt a pang of frustration. For weeks, she had been trying to coax an answer out of Bucky about what he wanted for Christmas, but his responses ranged from vague to downright unhelpful.

“I don’t need anything, Doll,” he’d said the last time she asked, his steel-blue eyes soft but unwavering. “You’re all I need.”

Sweet? Absolutely. Helpful? Not in the slightest. Y/N loved Bucky with all her heart, but the man was impossible to shop for. He wasn’t materialistic and didn’t care for modern gadgets. She wanted to give him something meaningful, something that bridged the gap between the man he used to be and the man he was now. The question was, what?

Later that evening, she flopped onto the couch with her phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media. A video popped up in her feed: a woman dressed in vintage 1940s attire, complete with pin curls and a red lip, posing for an old-fashioned photoshoot. Y/N paused, her heart skipping a beat as an idea took root. It was perfect. A tribute to the time Bucky grew up in, combined with a personal touch just for him.

Y/N’s mind raced as she began to plan. She’d need the right outfit, hair, and makeup to pull it off. And a photographer who could capture the look she was going for. Excitement bubbled in her chest as she realized how much he’d love it—a reminder of his past, but with her in it, blending their worlds together.

The next week was a whirlwind. Y/N scoured thrift stores and online shops for the perfect 1940s-style dress: a deep emerald green tea dress with a nipped waist and a flowing skirt. She paired it with seamed stockings and vintage kitten heels. A delicate pearl necklace and matching earrings completed the look. She booked an appointment with a local salon that specialized in vintage hairstyles and found a photographer whose studio was decked out with props from the era.

The day of the photoshoot, Y/N felt a mix of nerves and excitement. The stylist pinned her hair into perfect victory rolls, and the makeup artist gave her a classic red lip and winged eyeliner. When she looked in the mirror, she hardly recognized herself. She looked like she’d stepped out of a time machine.

“You look incredible,” the photographer said as she adjusted the lighting. The studio was set up with a retro armchair, an old phonograph, and a small Christmas tree adorned with tinsel. “This is going to be stunning.”

Y/N posed shyly at first, but as the session went on, she grew more comfortable. She laughed as the photographer encouraged her to twirl in her dress, the skirt flaring out around her.

By the end of the session, she felt like a Hollywood star.

When the photos were ready, Y/N selected her favorite: a shot of her sitting in the armchair, one leg crossed over the other, her hands delicately holding a wrapped gift. Her smile was soft, her gaze slightly averted, as if she were waiting for someone—waiting for him. She had the image printed and carefully placed inside a vintage-style pocket watch she’d found online. The watch was silver, with intricate engravings on the outside. It was timeless, just like the gift.

Christmas morning arrived with a blanket of fresh snow covering the city. Y/N woke early, the nerves from her surprise making her stomach flutter. She and Bucky exchanged small gifts by the tree, the living room glowing with the warm light of the fairy lights. He’d gotten her a soft cashmere scarf in her favorite color and a book she’d been eyeing for months. She couldn’t stop smiling, but she kept glancing at the small box under the tree, waiting for the right moment.

Finally, after their second cup of coffee, she handed him the box.

“What’s this?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he took it from her.

“Just open it,” she said, unable to keep the grin off her face.

Bucky unwrapped the box carefully, his large hands surprisingly delicate. When he opened the lid and saw the pocket watch, his breath hitched. He ran his fingers over the engravings before pressing the clasp to open it. The photo inside made him freeze.

“Y/N…” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His thumb brushed over the image, as if he couldn’t quite believe it was real. “Doll, this is…” He trailed off, blinking rapidly as his eyes glistened.

“Do you like it?” she asked softly, her own heart in her throat.

He looked up at her, his expression a mixture of awe and tenderness. “Like it? I… I don’t even know what to say. It’s perfect.”

Bucky closed the watch carefully, holding it in his hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Then he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “You didn’t have to do all this for me,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “But I… Thank you. It’s like… it’s like you took my past and made it part of my future. I don’t know how you do it, Doll. You always know exactly what I need, even when I don’t.”

She smiled against his shoulder, tears pricking her own eyes. “You deserve it, Bucky. You deserve everything.”

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped up in each other, the pocket watch resting safely in his hand. Later, when they went for a walk through the snowy streets, he carried it in his coat pocket, his thumb occasionally brushing over it, a silent reminder of the woman who had brought light and love into his life.

As the day went on, the watch found a home on the bedside table, right next to a framed photo of the two of them. Bucky caught himself glancing at it often, the image inside grounding him in a way he hadn’t felt in decades. The lines between his past and present blurred, leaving him feeling whole for the first time in years.

That evening, as they curled up on the couch, Bucky tilted his head back to look at Y/N. “You really are somethin’ else, you know that?”

She laughed softly, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re worth it.”

His hand found hers, fingers intertwining. “You gave me more than a gift today. You gave me a piece of myself I thought I lost forever. I’ll never forget this, Doll. Never.”

She squeezed his hand, her smile widening. “Merry Christmas, Bucky.”

“Merry Christmas, My best girl.”

The snow continued to fall outside, filling the city with a peaceful silence. But inside their small apartment, the warmth of their love filled every corner much like the man who held it so dearly in his heart.

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Hope you enjoyed this one too, Dear! Have a great Christmas! 🎄🎁

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Would That I

Pairing: Otto Hightower x f!reader Warnings: Smut, age gap, keeping it in the family. Word count: ~1.1k Summary: Otto makes sure his pretty, young wife has absolutely everything she desires. Based on this request.

She is smitten with Otto the moment she lays eyes on him. Arriving in King’s Landing she anticipates a week of uninteresting jousts and tedious formalities, but as she sits in the stands, thoroughly uninterested by the spectacle of the two knights charging towards each other on horseback, her eye is drawn to the Hand of the King. He is older than her by at least three decades, but he is refined, tall and ruggedly handsome. While the potential suitors within the capital are seemingly endless, none of them compare to Otto Hightower

Using every excuse within her arsenal over the coming days, she seizes all opportunities to see and speak to him, and is delighted to find he is every bit as charming as he is handsome. He titters at her jokes and she is enamoured by the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles, the green of his iris appearing to sparkle as he does so. His voice is deep, yet velvety smooth and she hangs on his every word. He is intelligent, diplomatic and sharp as Valyrian steel.

Her desire for him intensifies as the days press on, and emboldened by one too many cups of Dornish red following a feast one evening, she leans forward and presses her lips to his, her heart fluttering as she feels the warmth of his large palm cup her cheek as he returns the gesture.

“I have not felt like this about a woman in years,” He tells her.

She smiles at his words. She has not felt like this about a man ever.

There is no need for her to leave come the end of the week, King’s Landing is now her home, and after a hastily put together ceremony in the Sept, Otto Hightower is her husband.

He surprises her with his virility on their wedding night, wringing peak after peak from her pliant body, leaving her exhausted but with a satisfying ache between her thighs the following morning. Otto spoils her beyond comprehension, she wants for nothing and has the finest of everything; jewels from Lys, gowns of Myrish silk and lace, wines from the Arbor. He is diligent in keeping her sated in every aspect of their marriage.

It is obvious his daughter, Alicent, does not approve, though she does not say it, and who can blame her? She has to admit that she’d be annoyed too if her father chose to marry someone younger than his own daughter.

It is not Alicent’s silent disapproval that bothers her, however, it is how the ladies of the court love to gossip. It is not unusual in Westeros for men to wed women much younger than themselves, yet she finds herself at the center of all manner of prying questions regarding the nature of her marriage to Otto. She supposes it is because of the responsibility he holds as the King’s Hand.

“What is it you see in him?” One bold lady dares to ask.

She bites her lip, considering her answer. She longs to say that it sends a thrill through her body to wait upon her knees for him, gazing up at him as he presses the head of himself past her lips. Such talk would cause a scandal, however, so she gives a tight smile and says that he is tall.

“Surely that can’t be all?”

“No, he is handsome too,” She says wistfully, thinking about how he gazes up at her from between her thighs, the softness of his beard tickling her soft flesh, the sensation causing her to clench around nothing.

“Is he kind to you?”

“Oh, yes, Otto is extraordinarily generous!” There is a particular necklace that Otto insists she wears, with nothing else to accompany it, whenever they are alone in their marital chambers. It sits tight against her throat, adorned with emeralds that gleam in the same shade of green as the Hightower house colours. It likely cost a small fortune, but in his eyes nothing is too good for her, not when he is buried to the hilt inside of her.

“Is that your favourite quality of his?”

“No,” She muses. “I adore his dedication to his family.”

The combined heat from the fireplace and lit candles that sit upon every surface of the bedchamber make the room stiflingly hot. She feels sweat trickle down her neck, disappearing beneath the emerald choker that sits snugly around her neck, every green gemstone glittering in the dim light as she rolls her hips against Otto’s.

His grip on her waist is vice-like, every sensation heightened by warmth, as the length of him nudges against a spot inside of her that makes her tense with every undulation of her body. She feels taut, pulled tighter than a bow string until it eventually snaps, sending her headlong into oblivion, waves of ecstasy rolling through her as she collapses against her husband’s chest, triggering his own release.

His fingers stroke gently over her dampened skin as he holds her close. Already, renewed desire throbs between her legs.

“Are you satisfied, my dear?” Otto asks softly.

“I will never have enough of you, my love,” Comes her playful response.

“That is not quite what I had in mind.”

“Oh?” She lifts her head, eyeing him curiously.

“I have seen the way that you and Aemond look at each other, I am no fool.”

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “It is nothing, I can assure you.”

“I do not mind,” He rises from the bed, pulling on a robe. “I wish for my darling wife to be satisfied, to have everything she desires, so I shall make it so.”

He opens the chamber door, uttering “you can come in now” and her eyes widen in disbelief when she sees Otto’s second oldest grandson hovering in the doorway. It seems outrageous to her that he would suggest such a thing, yet she cannot deny the way it makes her pulse race.

“I shall be back in an hour.” Otto informs them both, before leaving.

She is too stunned to speak at first as she takes in the sight of Aemond. He seems stoic and unaffected in his demeanour, until she studies him more carefully. She takes in how his pupil is dilated with lust, the prominent bulge that presses against the lacings of his trousers, and the slight parting of his lips as he struggles to control his excited breaths.

Arranging herself atop the bedspread, she relaxes knowing that he desires her just as much as she desires him. She beckons him to her with a crook of her finger. “Come now, don’t be shy.” He goes to her eagerly.

It is just one of the many perks of being Otto Hightower’s wife. He is nothing if not generous in every aspect of their marriage, and so dedicated to his family.

[nateezfics]

ADORNED

♔ PAIRING — yeosang x reader

♔ GENRE — smut, sugar daddy au, ceo au, ceo!yeosang, sugar daddy!yeosang, aged up!yeosang, fem!reader, dom!yeosang, sub!reader

♔ WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, oral (m), masturbation (slight), choking (slight), use of pet names (sweetheart), sexual language//dirty talk

♔ WORD COUNT — 1.6k

♔ SUMMARY — “such a beautiful, expensive little necklace i’ve bought for you. perhaps there is something you could do to pay me back, to thank me for being so doting.”

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” Yeosang’s voice was like velvet, deep and smooth. He spoke slowly, and walked in an equally languid pace towards where you stood in the center of his bedroom. You remained still, just as he had instructed, and watched as the gap between you became smaller. His eyes remained on your neck, right where an elaborate necklace hung. The emeralds and diamonds were glittering brilliantly under the dim lights. The necklace was a beautifully crafted piece, unlike any other you had seen. And he had purchased it. Just for you.

And even with his complimentary words and adoring gaze, you couldn’t forget that his gifts always came with a catch; a favor to be returned.

You could see the desire in his eyes as he closed the distance between you. He had been a picture of the loving, doting partner. All soft smiles and adoring words while you tried on every piece of jewelry that caught your eye. Now, back home within the walls of his penthouse, he was a vision of desire. His eyes were dark, and drank in the sight of you hungrily.

A gasp escaped your lips when his fingers brushed against the necklace, knuckles grazing the skin of your collarbone. One of Yeosang’s well manicured brows rose as he studied the necklace, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. “Such a beautiful, expensive little necklace I’ve bought for you. Perhaps there is something you could do to pay me back, to thank me for being so doting.”

There it was, the catch. Yeosang was always blunt about wanting something in return from you. And you were always ready to offer him your gratitude for all the wonderful gifts. Like the necklace that adorned your neck. You smiled. “What would you like me to do?”

Yeosang’s hand returned to his side. “Get on your knees.” You did as you were told, lowering yourself until your knees were flush against the cold hardwood. You looked up at him expectantly. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, and he smirked when your lips parted in a sigh. “Good, now use that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You didn’t hesitate to grope him over his slacks, pressing your palm against his half hardened cock. He groaned appreciatively, and you used that as fuel to continue, stroking him until you felt him become fully solid under your touch. You freed him from the confines of his pants with practiced ease, and wasted little time in taking him straight into your mouth. The sound of his deep voice as he groaned again shot warmth right to your core.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, fingers threading into your hair.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, moaning at the taste of him. His size made him a challenge to take, but his hand in your hair guided you, pushing your face into him until his cock fully disappeared into your wet throat.

Yeosang watched you from above just as you looked up to meet his gaze, your eyes shiny and dark. You looked like pure sin like this, on your knees with your mouth full of his cock. He could’ve spent every last dollar on you if it meant he could have you just like this forever. No money in the world could replace the feeling of your lips around him.

His groans and curses spurred you on, and fed the ever growing desire between your thighs. The jewels were heavy around your neck and dangled with every bob of your head. You always felt so confident when he lavished you with these expensive gifts; you never could’ve afforded this life without Yeosang, and you’d always be willing to show him your appreciation. But the reality was that even outside of his wealth, Yeosang was beyond attractive. His beauty alone made you want to be on your knees for him, his money was just an extra incentive.

You were set on sucking him dry, but he pulled you off his cock before you were able to accomplish that. Yeosang snickered when you pouted up at him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I am not done with you.” He helped you return to your feet and lead you towards his king bed. “Now strip, but leave your new necklace on.”

You slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, pushing them down until your dress fell the rest of the way, landing in a pool around your ankles. You stepped out of your dress, and now you were left in your underwear. And the necklace. Yeosang watched your every move intently, eyes growing darker with every bit of newly exposed skin. You were completely bare under his gaze, and a sight to behold as the jewels continued to sparkle against your skin.

Yeosang looked as if he could have devoured you in an instant; and that was exactly what he was about to do. “Get on the bed and lay on your back.” His voice was strained. You could tell it was taking everything in him to keep composure.

The plush duvet met your back as you laid like he told you to. “Just like this?”

Yeosang swallowed. “Spread your legs for me,” he demanded, and when you didn’t open them wide enough for his liking, he urged you again. “Spread then wider, sweetheart.”

You separated your thighs as far as they could go, fully putting yourself on display for the man before you. Your pussy was wet, and glistened under the bedroom’s dim lights, mimicking the shimmering jewels you currently wore. When you noticed the way he drank you in, you giggled. “Like what you see?”

Yeosang swallowed again, stepping closer to the bed. His lips twisted into a smirk as he enjoyed the way your sex weeped in front of him. “Very much so. Now, touch yourself, sweetheart.”

You desperately wanted him to touch you, but you reached one of your hands down to your sex anyway. You pressed your fingers into your clit, moaning at the touch. You toyed with yourself like this for a few more moments, just until you couldn’t handle the way you felt so incredibly empty. Two of your fingers dipped between your folds and you met his gaze right at that moment. The sensation of your fingers inside you and the sight of Yeosang in front of you had your head spinning already. But your fingers only satiated you so much; Yeosang’s cock was still out and hard, and you yearned for him to fill you to the brim.

“Fuck, look at you right now. So beautiful yet so fucking dirty. All bare for me and touching yourself with those expensive emeralds around your neck.” Yeosang felt his cock twitch at the sight. It begged for attention, and he was a mere second away from crawling over you and stuffing you full with it. He just wanted to watch you for a bit longer.

“Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to watch?” You huffed, growing frustrated with need.

Yeosang smirked. “Of course, sweetheart. I was just simply admiring.” To your relief, he began to rid himself of the rest of his clothing. He crawled over your body until he was face to face with you. You pulled him in, lips meeting his in a messy kiss. He chuckled against you, amused by your eagerness. Though, he couldn’t deny he was just as eager to bury himself in your wet pussy.

You both groaned at the first push of his cock into your heat. Yeosang allowed you time to adjust, stilling once he was fully seated inside. “Oh my god. I need you to move. Please.”

Yeosang’s lips grazed your ear. “Like this?” He snapped his hips into yours, earning an immediate cry from you.

“Y-Yes!”

Yeosang fucked into you, growing faster and deeper with every thrust and every cry out of your mouth. You were taking him so well, so good. He adored the way you looked beneath him, skin flushed and body jolting with every rut of his hips. The necklace moved to and fro with every bounce of your breasts, and Yeosang was convinced you’d never looked more beautiful. “Taking me so good, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You’re being good for me, all because I spoiled you rotten today.”

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt his hand clasp around your throat just above where the necklace rested.

“Letting me slut you out for a mere necklace.” Yeosang used his free hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to thrust into you deeper. His cock brushed against your sweet spot, and all you could do was cry out, eyes rolling backwards from the pleasure.

“I’m so close…”

Yeosang pressed two of his fingers into your clit. “Come on, sweetheart. Be good and cum for me.”

He barely finished his sentence before you came. Pleasure surged throughout your body, his name tumbling out of your lips as you rode out your high. Through the haze you could make out a few of the praises he whispered in your ear to guide you through your release until you finally started to come down.

Yeosang wasn’t far behind, falling apart and pushing into you with one last thrust, his hot release spilling into you. The hand that was wrapped around your throat relaxed, and soon began to fondle with your necklace.

“Now, sweetheart, let’s take this off you and get you cleaned up, shall we?”

AUTHOR’S NOTES — ughhh it took me so long to get this up. i meant to have this whole spoiled event series completely finished ages ago, but tbh i couldn’t ever be satisfied with what i was creating,, so i kept trashing every draft and redoing them :(( from yeosang all the way to jongho…i’ve redone everything. and i’ve been majorly pushing off avoiding this series,, but here’s hoping i can get the rest up soon. i’m really not feeling too confident in this,, so if you enjoyed this i would love it if you showed some support :’) comments and reblogs appreciated!

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[unknownperson246]

Could you maybe maybe please please write a little thingy thing where the reader’s sick and Izzy just spoils the living daylights outta her? Also I love your fics sm they’re so fun to read!

Hii. Also thank you so so so much ❤️❤️❤️. I hope you enjoy it ❤️ also I hope you don’t mind I made it a modern izzy fic.

Modern Izzy Stradlin: Spoiled

Words: 510

warnings: *fluff* *age gap*

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You woke up with a sore throat. Your nose was running and you felt stuffy. It was the midst of December and you were bound to get sick sometime in the winter. Your immune system decided to get sick of you today. You called out for Izzy and your voice was scratchy.

“Izzy” You yell. You already lost the ability to channel your voice any louder. Izzy came rushing into the room.

“Izzy I’m sick babe,” You say sniffling trying to get yourself presentable.

Izzy immediately knows what you need and how to take care of you. “Here are your tissues honey,” He says handing you a box of soft Kleenex.

“Thank you,” you say while grabbing a tissue to blow your nose.

Izzy feels so guilty for not being with you. He has been busy in the studio making music. He goes to the kitchen. He makes you a mug of your favorite mint tea. He came back making sure it wasn't too hot. He hands you the mug.

“Careful babe. It's still a little bit too hot” He says watching you so you don't hurt yourself. 

He feels so bad. He decides he is going to spoil the daylight out of you. He goes over to the store and picks up fuzzy socks to help keep your feet warm. He buys a lot of Advil for those headaches you get when your nose is stuffy. He buys you the healthy versions of your favorite snacks knowing all the sugar and salt wouldn't be good for you. He brings ingredients for some soup so you can feel a bit better. He got all of the ingredients for a recipe he saw in his mom's cookbook which was a gift to Izzy after he got a house. He got you all of the things you needed. Earlier this week you were planning to buy a lot of new products because most of your old ones had expired. He got you all of the things on your list with his money. He got home and had a bunch of bags in his hand. He took his jacket and his hat off. The white snow fell off of his hat and jacket. You saw him rubbing his hands together to help him from freezing. He entered the bedroom and saw you shaking in bed under the covers. He wanted to do more than just buy you the stuff you needed. He went out to a jewelry store and bought you a sapphire diamond necklace with a huge dark blue jewel in the middle surrounded by tiny white diamonds. He bought you ruby earrings. He bought you an emerald bracelet. He loved spoiling you. He came home and took everything he bought you in bed. 

“Thank You.” Babe, you say in excitement.

“Izzy come here.” You say wanting to hold and hug him. 

You remembered that he could also get sick if he came near you. Izzy doesn’t care and hugs you and cuddles with you telling you sweet things in your ear.

[asherbakugou]

Date Outfit and Location

Kai Kalama | (She/They)

Burgundy red dress that falls just past their knees with a boob slit held together by simple straight gold clasps. The sides, starting just below her ribcage and reaching to her waist, have a gap with three simple gold chains attached. Overtop they wore a cropped black leather jacket that reaches just past her boobs. She chose to pair it with golden sun earrings and gold rings to bring attention to their black nails as well as black ankle strap heels.

Kai chose to take Reader to Morimoto's, a fancy and expensive sushi restaraunt that can take months to get a reservation at. It happens to be Reader's dream restaraunt to visit but they've never had a chance to go to because of the prices.

Zane Julien | (She/her)

Pale blue circle skirt with snowdrops sewn along the right side, with a white off-shoulder cardigan, paired with blue converse. Simple clay earrings made to look like snowdrops, and a simple necklace with a shard of diamond bring the entire outfit together.

Zane chose to take Reader to an Interactive Museum because of their mutual love of museums and Readers natural curiosity. It is one of the largest museums in the country of Ninjago and incredibly popular with an aquariam inside.

Cole Brookstone | (They/them)

Deep cut silk white blouse over a black, sleeveless turtleneck paired with a simple silver chain, and a singular black pearl hanging from his earlobe. They wore black jeans with it as well, a wallet chain, and black boots.

Reader decided on the Food Festival, a time when people from all over Ninjago Country gather in the streets and set up stalls, a good opportunity for Cole's first dip back into festivals.

Jay Walker | (She/Her)

Simple blue jeans with bluberry bushes sewn up the calves, tight white sleeveless turtleneck, with a baby blue cardigan that she can easily take off. She paired it with white sneakers, a blue bead anklet, and a string pearl necklace.

Reader chose to take Jay out to a Trampoline Park, the largest in Ninjago, since they both enjoy fun and it has multiple different sections that include laser tag, putt putt, and an obstacle course she hopes to challenge him in.

Lloyd Garmadon | (She/her)

Calf length, tight black turtleneck dress with golden designs along the chest and green glass beads to further bring the designs to life, and off the shoulder loose sleeves with a cuff to keep it from spilling over hands. Black kitten pumps, a gold lotus wrap bracelet, and emerald drop earrings bring the entire outfit together.

Lloyd chose to take Reader out to a fancy restaruant in one of the most expensive places to impress her, even though he doesn't need too. But she is excited to have a date with him, and has never been wined and dined before.

Morro | (She/her)

Ankle length sheer black skirt with pale pink cherry blossoms over black leggings and pale pink sneakers. A pale pink silk wrap around shirt with kimono-esque sleeves and cloud designs along the bottom of the sleeves, paired with a simple silver ring and cherry blossom earrings.

Morro chose to take Reader to a Lantern Festival being hosted in Ninjaho's National Park. The park itself is huge, and so is the Lantern Festival, but its also a little pricey so Reader never had the opportunity to go, even though she wished to.

A/n: The actual dates will be posted one by one as I hope for them to be more detailed, but hope you all enjoy this little tidbit.

[shelby-fangirl00]

Empty Spaces-Part Three

Part Two

Warnings: Smut, language, cheating, age-gap (Enjoy!)

Word Count: 2028

‘Would you like me to help you with your necklace, Mrs. Shelby?’ You asked as she smoothed down her new evening gown she brought back from London. You couldn’t deny how beautiful she looked. She was a vision. You secretly envied her strong features, her long legs and her small frame. She seemed to just ooze elegance and confidence. You were quite the opposite of her. So much shorter than she was. You weren’t thin like she was; you were fuller and thicker than most of the women your age. You tried to imagine what you would look like in that gown, but a dress like that couldn’t possibly fit, let alone pulling it off as well as she did. They didn’t make fancy dresses for women your size. The emerald sequence on her long gown glimmered as your thoughts raced. 

‘The gold one, yes.’ She said as she fiddled with her hair in the mirror.

You turned to the vanity to grab the polished necklace. As you crept up behind her to place it over her pretty pale skin, Tommy came into the bedroom. 

‘Here, I think I can handle this part?’ He sighed out as he strutted towards the both of you, taking it from your hands. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, hair slicked back perfectly. He looked more than gorgeous, as usual. Your breath hitched as he snatched the necklace, not even bothering to look at you. 

You stepped back and gawked at them a little too long. As he clipped the necklace in place, his hands fell down her shoulders and arms, seemingly admiring her through the reflection in the mirror, like you weren’t even in the room. Like he hadn’t just fucked you senseless only a few feet away from where you were all standing. You felt like you might be sick. 

‘You’re dismissed, y/n.’ Mrs. Shelby’s voice rang out harshly. Quickly walking to the door, you glanced up at Tommy. His face was snuggled into her neck lovingly. She giggled at his burst of affection from behind you. As you shut the door, you practically fell down the stairs and out the front door. Once the fresh air hit your skin, you tried to calm the heavy breathing. 

That was fucking uncomfortable! You thought to yourself. You laughed, shaking your head. Did you really think a man like that would give a damn about a random maid he fucked one time? God, you felt like a fucking fool. He’s married. You reminded yourself. You felt so naïve for thinking that this would be more than just a one-time thing. 

You huffed out and slumped against the bricked wall on the side of the house. You reached for a cigarette under your stocking, lighting it with a match. Tommy and Mrs. Shelby were going to some fancy party tonight, thankfully. The last thing you wanted to do tonight was serve either of them. 

‘Could I bum one from ya?’ Francis said as she came to stand beside you, pulling out her small golden lighter from her dress pocket. You smiled at her, reaching for another cigarette. 

‘’course, Francis.’ 

‘Are you feeling alright, love? You look so pale.’ She said, studying your expression with squinted eyes. 

‘Yeh, just a rough go of it today, no worries.’ You said quickly, avoiding her eyes. You fidgeted with the fabric of your skirt. 

‘hoping she’d be gone for good this time, yeh?’ She giggled out as she puffed on her cigarette. 

Your eyes widened in surprise and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Of course, she knew what was going on. You were stupid to think this hadn’t happened before. 

‘How’d you know?’ 

‘I know everything that goes on here at the Arrow House, dear. Even what you and Mr. Shelby do in the shadows.’ She stated matter-of-factly. She didn’t seem angry or upset, she seemed curious. 

‘It all happened so fast. He’s…well he’s as charmiing as they say.’ You giggled.

‘Oh, I’m sure of it!’ Francis proclaimed. 

‘Just thought I had more time, is all. I don’t compare to her beauty. Must have been a moment of desperation for him.’ 

Francis turned to me, gently squeezing my shoulder in her frail hand. 

‘She is beautiful, yes. The moon is beautiful too, and so is a rose or a rainbow. They are all completely different, but no less beautiful. You’re beautiful too, inside and out, dear. It is a rarity to be both.’ She winked at you before flicking her cigarette out into the grass. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as the words comforted you. Nobody had ever said anything so kind to you. 

‘Oh Francis, you’re too good to me.’ You choked out, wiping away your tears. 

‘It’s only the truth dear.’

The Shelby’s had been gone for a few hours now, and you didn’t expect to see them again tonight. Francis had dismissed you from work just minutes ago. You walked yourself towards the shared bathroom. As you stripped off your uniform and jumped into your long nightgown, you couldn’t help but wonder what they were both doing in the moment. Were they getting along now? It seemed that way when they left. They’re probably out having a great time, enjoying each other’s company, as they should. They are married

You shook your head at your pathetic thoughts. 

Just as quickly as you opened the door, Tommy’s body was shoving you back into the bathroom with him. He pressed his hand firmly over your mouth to keep you from yelping. He placed his finger over his lips, signaling for you to keep quiet. Your eyes widened in shock and confusion. His face was inches away from yours. 

His scent and presence were overwhelming, intoxicating. A part of you was so relieved to be near him again. Another part of you was terrified that his wife could catch him at any minute with you.

Inches from yours, he studied your demeanor. His hand fell from your mouth. His eyes rested on your parted and pouty lips. That crooked smile nearly made you melt into a puddle. 

Pushing your hair back from your neck, he leaned in and whispered, ‘I’ve been thinking about your tight little pussy all evening’ His hand traced over the curve of your body lightly. ‘Can you keep quiet?’ Sending a shiver down your spine. You rubbed your legs together needily at his words. You were aching so badly for him. You shook your head yes a bit too eagerly. 

His mouth hungrily kissed down your body, holding your hips in place as he lowered himself. You couldn’t help the small moans that tried desperately to escape each time his lips made contact with your skin. 

When he reached your waist, he bunched up the bottom of your dress to your belly. The air was cold on your skin, but his warm hands lit you on fire instantly. 

‘T-Tommy wait…’ You tried to strain out. His blown pupils fluttered up to you. He tilted his head in question, not bothering to stand up. 

‘Tommy…you’re married…w-we shouldn’t be doing this…I feel so fucking guilty.’ You whispered breathlessly. He stiffened at your words, his hands freezing on your waist. He chuckled to himself before slowly standing up. He was so close you had to crane your neck to look in his eyes.

His hands held onto both sides of your cheeks, lifting your head up even more.

‘Please don’t feel guilty for the choices I make, y/n. Our relationship is far from saving and that has nothing to do with who we are both fucking. Alright?’ He spoke to you so softly, comforting you.  

‘But…this morning…you seemed so happy? You whispered, looking down at your feet in embarrassment.

The widest smile spread across his face as he lifted your chin up to look up at him. ‘Do you want me to go? Because your body is telling me something else, love.’ Just as he said the words, his hand slid up your thigh so softly, sending goosebumps up your legs. As his hand traveled up further, his eyes never left yours. You both let out a small gasp as his shoulders raised and his hand reached into your thin panties. You were so fucking wet, it was embarrassing. 

‘Shiiiiit.’ You moaned to yourself, letting your head fall onto your shoulder. You sucked in a long breath. Your chest rose and your peaked nipples poked through the fabric of your nightgown. The sight of you forced out a low groan from Tommy. 

His fingers quickly found your swollen nub and drew small circles. As he did so, he pushed your thighs open, giving him better access to you. 

His chest was heaving over yours and you steadied yourself on his shoulders, gripping them tightly. You felt his tendons moving as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. His circles became quicker in pace, making you shake. 

‘Fuck, I need to be inside of you again.’ He panted out, letting his forehead rest on yours. His words egged you on. The burning in your stomach was bubbling up, you didn’t know if you’d last much longer. 

His fingers lowered from your clit, finding your swelling hole. Without warning, his two fingers pushed through slowly. Your hand gripped the back of his freshly shaven head. He used the bottom of his palm to rub against your clit and you nearly lost it. 

You could feel Tommy’s cock throbbing against your stomach through his pants. 

Tommy knew you were close from the way you were breathing and the way you were clenching around his pumping fingers. 

He grabbed the back of your head, forcing you to look at him. 

‘Fuck Tommy…’ You barely whispered. 

‘Come. Then I’m gonna fuck you right here against this sink.’ He panted as his fingers pumped at a relentless pace. 

You sucked in another breath and came hard all around him. Just as you started to come undone, he sealed his lips over yours forcefully, cutting off any sounds you could make. You whimpered into his mouth, forcing a groan from him. Your legs were shaking madly and his arms pulled you against his chest. He was indulging in every movement and sound you made just for him. Fire shot through you and you nearly screamed out. 

Before you could even think straight again, he pulled his fingers out of you and lifted you up on top of the sink. His hands reached and ripped your panties down your thighs. He marveled at the sight of your red and swollen mound. His eyes flashed with lust and he smiled devilishly at you. 

He quickly unbuttoned his pants to only free his aching cock. Feeling brave, you pulled your dress up to rest on top of your breast, exposing every inch of yourself to him. 

He pushed your thigh up and over to spread you open for him. As he did so, he lined himself up with your dripping entrance. You watched your bodies connect as the head of his cock finally slipped inside of you. You both let out a long hiss. Inch by inch, Tommy slid inside of you and your walls trapped him in. 

‘Finally…’ Tommy muttered to himself as his eyes fluttered shut. He found a steady pace inside of you. You watched in amazement as his usually tense shoulders and neck relaxed as he fucked into you so painfully slow. His face started to soften completely and his mouth hung open in pure ecstasy. Tommy looked completely relaxed as he fucked you deep into the sink. You locked your fingers together behind his neck as he held you up by your waist.

‘You don’t know how good you feel, love.’ He practically whimpered out. The sound of him completely undone inside of you made your walls clench around him.  

You were both so wrapped up in the bliss of the moment that you didn’t register the doorknob shaking. Banging was quickly followed after this. Tommy’s hand slapped over your mouth again as he froze in place. 

‘Tommy, I know you’re in there!!! Open the fuckin door!!!’ 

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Part Fifteen [4,160 words] ~ James Norrington/OC

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

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It turned out, much to Theo's hidden dismay, that the going-away dinner was a natural precursor to the welcome back dinner that those in Port Royal liked to throw for the higher-ranking returning sailors after a spell away. It was a good chance, Elizabeth explained, to acknowledge their losses if there were any, to celebrate the lack of those losses if their luck held true, and to give the men their first good meal since they'd set sail. It was a way for them to blow off steam in a classy way, essentially. Unless Norrington was coming, because it was her own personal opinion that deception and humiliation weren't particularly classy – but what would Theo know? She was Irish, after all.

Elizabeth, being Elizabeth, wanted her to wear something evil for the dinner. Evil, here, having the meaning of show-stoppingly beautiful. She'd refused, flat out. Not only because she didn't have the heart for it, but because it'd be transparent and very pathetic, and only make her feel more ridiculous than she already did around most of those whose names were on the guest list. There was no desire in her to show him what he was missing, or anything that reached those levels of utter meltery, because he wasn't missing anything, and she didn't want him to miss anything. She was done. What was the point in playing games that she'd find no fun in?

Only when she insisted that if the matter was pushed, she'd fake a sudden illness and spend the night in her bedroom, in her nightgown, did Elizabeth relent. Highly begrudgingly. At least until she caught the pallor creeping into Theo's face, and the tremor in her hand, as the prospect of the night ahead saturated her with dread, and then their spat was over before it had even truly begun.

So, the lengths of red satin that her friend had been trying to push upon her were replaced by a muted jade gown that had delicate white flowers working its way up from the hem of the skirts, along with the bottom of the bodice. Her one concession was the fabric of the underskirts – a brilliant emerald green that peeked out from the gap in the middle between the overskirts. The hair was understated, too, the updo more a simple collection of curls all bound together rather than something that had her resembling a skyscraper. Finally, she wore her own necklace from home about her neck, more of a totem than an accessory tonight, so she could at least feel like her dad was here with her in some way. In truth, she missed him more sorely now than she had since arriving here, and even the thought was almost enough to send her into a fit of tears.

But she couldn't afford that tonight. Maybe that made the necklace a mistake, but she couldn't bring herself to remove it once it was on.

Tonight would be the worst of it. The first time having to face him again – but at least she'd do so while knowing that his maid, Hattie, would've told him that she returned whatever books of his had still been in her care. Now, he would have no reason at all to speak with her. He'd like that.

James knew that, had Theodora departed, he would have heard so soon upon returning to Port Royal. And while he heard no such thing, he still hadn't the heart to outright ask – not even his own staff – so he remained silent, and when he entered the Governor's mansion that eve, he was relieved when it took no time at all to spot a head of fiery hair among the crowd. Although the relief was hardly devoid of other, more mixed emotions.

He should apologise. That was not a conclusion that it took him a great deal of time to reach. It would be the right thing to do – the gentlemanly thing to do, even if he was not a gentleman in the technical sense of the word. Nor in the looser sense, if his behaviour as of late was any indicator.

However…she had also asked him to leave her be. It was impossible to respect that wish, while also doing the right thing, which left him with the dilemma of which course of action was more right. The answer was the one he liked least. That he should simply leave her be, as she wanted.

And whatever relief he felt at seeing she was still here was in danger of evaporating when he saw more of her throughout the evening. Her face, and her general demeanour. How often had he thought to himself that there must be nothing under the sun that could possibly dampen her utterly indomitable spirit? Her humour? While the thought had once exasperated him, he now wished his theory had not proven incorrect. It helped nothing that he was the cause of it.

He kept his distance throughout the night, and she did not look at him once, but even when she was on the opposite side of the room from him (which she often was), she did not brighten. While James was placed at Governor Swann's end of the table, Theodora was at Elizabeth's, with Groves at her other side, to her left.

It soon became apparent that he didn't even need to pretend he was not taking stock of her, stealing swift glances here and there when he was sure she was distracted and would not catch him, for she didn't look at him at all. She barely looked at anybody, her eyes downcast and her face distant. It was not the manner of one who was in the midst of a strop – intent on making sure those around her felt the full weight of her displeasure via the mode of uncomfortable silence. So, while she did not smile, she didn't scowl either. When spoken to, she replied, and when spoken at, she listened patiently. But she was not there. Not truly. She did not flee in defeat, but she had put down her sword.

And that fact alone was enough to have his heart sinking down to his shoes.

Dinner passed without incident, and when they moved to the sitting room so that the servants could clear the aftermath of the meal, Groves and Elizabeth seemed in no hurry to leave Theodora's side. As hostess, Elizabeth was soon forced to do so and mingle, but Groves remained, although he appeared content to simply remain by her side rather than engaging in further attempts to pry conversation from her. All the while, her eyes remained far off, much as he suspected his own did when he was busy running over mental preparations for whatever voyage lay ahead.

She looked fetching tonight. Nothing new, really, for she was a fair woman – factually speaking. Bedecked in green which flattered her colouring, and not bedecked in ruffles or jewels that would only distract from the beauty that she herself held. But the difference was that, tonight, she was not as striking as she usually was. Not without the teasing grins, or the glimmer in her eye that so oft betrayed a wealth of things she was not saying.

What it took to snap her back into the room was something he wished had not happened at all. Amelia Simmonds flounced over to the pianoforte, and sat down before it with a flourish. Not content to make a point by halves, she flew into a complex piece that would have had even James himself impressed at her skill – had she not been who she was, and had she not harboured the motive she did. Instead, it only stoked his ire, perhaps pettily content that he had another to level at it who was not himself.

The performance was nearing its end when he looked back towards Theodora again, finding that this time, for the first time, she was looking at him. Indifference still veiled her expression, but this time it was just that – a veil. One hand toyed with the pendant about her neck, seeking comfort, as she watched him silently, as though waiting for a repeat of what had occurred the last time they found themselves in this setting. He knew the fact that he'd been caught changed his expression, but it did not change hers. She gave nothing away. Which, in itself, gave something away, for being so guarded was unlike her. And he'd caused the change.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, she looked away. Murmuring something to Groves, she took a step back, and then turned, departing otherwise without notice. Intent, he supposed, on not offering up another opportunity.

James debated on whether he should follow, but as another seized their chance to play, Amelia was by his side.

"My, Miss Swann really did tame the wild beast, did she not?" Amelia asked with glee.

He realised then, with a dull sense of horror, that she viewed him as an ally against the woman she had pinned all of her ire upon, the moment Theodora had washed up on their shores. Said horror was no longer so dull when he was forced to concede that Amelia's assumption was not unfounded.

"Perhaps she should open a finishing school," she continued. "Or a dog kennel – for training, you understand."

"You are making a fool of yourself, madam," he said flatly.

The grin slipped from her face as she blinked up at him, but she recovered swiftly and forced a laugh.

"No, Captain, I'm making a fool of her."

"Then why, might I ask, is it you that appears ignorant, and not Miss Byrne?"

He took his leave before she could answer, following in the direction Theodora had departed, although he knew not what he would do if he found her.

It seemed another had already beaten him to accompany her, though. Lieutenant Groves' voice met his ears, drifting from the dining room that had already been cleared, and James stilled by the doorway, listening with something that felt dangerously and heavily akin to dread. For the Lieutenant's voice was soft in a way that denoted more than a desire to simply speak quietly.

"I was wondering if I might call upon you tomorrow morning. For…for tea, or perhaps a turn about the gardens. Whichever you'd like best. Or something else, if you'd rather."

"…Why?" Theodora's voice was filled with genuine confusion.

Groves breathed a nervous laugh, faltered for a moment, and then replied.

"Forgive me, but…I think you know why. I should very much like to get to know you, Miss Byrne."

"Oh…I…I see…"

It was silent then, for a few long moments – moments that felt all the longer for how terrible they were, as James wondered if he would find them locked in some sort of embrace if he chanced a look inside the room.

"Lieutenant…" she said finally, falteringly.

James despised the treacherous relief and joy both that coursed through him, for that mode of address entirely betrayed what her answer would be. And it should not have made him happy. Not for Groves' sake, not for Theodora's, and certainly not for his own.

"Please, call me Theodore. Unless it's too absurd for you to say with a straight face, considering how alike it is to yours."

She did not laugh at his teasing.

"I don't intend to be here much longer. But…if you want to come and visit as a friend, I'd love that."

Scarcely two full seconds went by before Groves was responding.

"You're leaving?"

"When I can find the right time, yes."

"Why? Because of…the other night…?"

"Not entirely because of it. I'm not that pathetic. If it was anything, it was a wake-up call. I don't belong here, and I don't want to be anywhere I don't belong. What point is there wasting my energy pretending otherwise? Everybody knows it."

"I think you're allowing yourself to be defeated. If I may be so bold as to say it outright."

"There's surrendering to needless defeat, and then there's recognising that the battle isn't worth fighting in the first place," she said, resignation filling her voice more than woe or self-pity. "I want to be somewhere where people understand me. Where they actually like and know me. That's not wrong. Elizabeth does, Elizabeth has been…has been so impossibly good to me. But I can't spend all of my time cowering behind her skirts and expecting her to stick up for me amongst this lot. It's not fair on her, and I don't want her to. I'm tired, Lieutenant. I've been tired ever since I arrived here. I don't think that's going to change if I remain."

Tired, James knew, was a code for the emotions she would not admit to. Fear, and melancholy. Amongst others.

Groves sighed.

"Very well. But I still insist that you call me Theodore."

"And if it is too absurd?" there was a smile in her voice now – the first display of mirth James' had caught from her all evening.

"I've never been much attached to it. We can brainstorm a new one for me when I visit tomorrow."

"You still want to visit?" surprise coloured her voice.

"You just said we shall be friends," he pointed out.

Theodora breathed a surprised laugh, and he could hear the smile in her voice as she replied.

"Good, then. I'll have a list ready. How do you feel about Beauregard?"

"I feel hopeful that the rest of the list will be more promising," Groves chuckled.

Knowing it was only a matter of time before he was either missed or caught, he turned…and found himself face to face with Elizabeth Swann. Judging by the look she shot in the direction of the room Groves and Theodora occupied, she had heard everything just as he had – and by the one she then levelled at him personally, his reaction had not gone unnoticed.

At first, it looked like she might speak, but the sound of shuffling reached their ears, and it would not be long before they were discovered. So, she nodded in the direction of the passageway that would lead out onto the patio, and then the gardens. James obeyed. He didn't have much choice in the matter, although he held little optimism about what words might pass between them. His last conversation in the Governor's gardens had hardly gone well.

They stepped out into the night, mostly overcast which meant they would not be seen easily here, and Elizabeth turned to him, watching him expectantly. James cleared his throat.

"I feel I must apologise," he said.

She nodded.

"If my actions have caused any awkwardness between you and Miss Byrne, for I know she has become a dear friend to you, then you have my sincerest-"

"To me?" she interrupted sharply. "You feel you must apologise to me, Captain?"

"Only because I cannot apologise to Miss Byrne."

"You cannot? Have you tried?"

"Last we spoke, she asked that I leave her be. I intend to honour that request."

"You shouldn't!"

"It is for the best," he replied firmly.

"The best for whom, Captain Norrington?!"

"For…for…"

He did not hesitate because he had no answer to her question, but rather because the answer was hardly one that he could speak aloud. The best for everybody. For Theodora, because it was what she wanted, for Elizabeth, because it would rid her of whatever suspicions he harboured about he and her friend, and for James himself because…well, it would rid him of any ill-gotten confusion. Regarding what woman he should have been spending his time thinking about.

While he could voice none of that, Elizabeth's shrewd eye seemed to catch it all on his face. Of course she saw it, she was no fool. Not in the slightest.

"May I speak frankly?" she asked finally.

While her voice held none of the sharpness it previously harboured, it was still far from gentle.

"By all means," he said – and he meant it.

Months ago, he'd have sawn off his arm with a wooden sword to have her speak frankly to him, rather than through fifty different layers of propriety and social graces. That had never been a problem for Theodora. No, she—no. That was precisely the line of thinking he was trying desperately to shake himself out of these days.

"How might you have felt, back there, had Theodora accepted Lieutenant Groves' overtures?"

Considering the dread that had seized him upon hearing said overtures, the answer was not hard to come by. It was, however, rather more difficult to admit. Even now, a worry grew in the back of his mind that he had not heard the last of the prospect of their becoming more. Many a stout romance began as friendship, and he had certainly been able to cheer her with remarkable speed. If that continued, she may decide to remain. With him.

"The private affairs of Lieutenant Groves are no business of mine," he said flatly.

Annoyance flashed in Elizabeth's dark eyes once again, as bright as a strike of lightning, even in the darkness the night cloaked them in.

"If I am to speak frankly, you must extend me the same courtesy," she warned.

"I am."

"You are not! Captain, since the last time you were here, I have barely been able to pry a conversation out of Theo. Much less a smile, or a laugh. Does that sound like her?"

Whatever small hope he'd had that her change in demeanour was simply due to his return, a ward to disabuse him of any temptation to approach, died a swift death then and there. His guilt only increased. That, at least, seemed to grant the woman before him some satisfaction where his words could not.

"No, it does not."

"I have since learned, tonight, that you have hardly been in the best of moods since that night, either."

"The gossip of sailors," he scoffed.

Ones who would find themselves buried under ungodly amounts of mind-numbingly boring tasks, once he ascertained who exactly had been spreading rumours.

"Is it?"

"I shall not pretend that I do not regret my actions that night, especially if they caused you distress in your own friendship with your guest, but-"

"She's talking about leaving, you know."

At that, he could not muster an uncaring façade.

"I do not yet know how she intends to do so, but I know that she will. It is not an idle threat. Theo does not make idle threats. Your actions and your treatment of her, she has told me, were a timely reminder that she does not belong here. That she was foolish to think otherwise, and that she was foolish to develop an attachment."

"If she believes her attachment to you was foolish because of my actions, then she-"

"To you, Captain. Not to me. To you."

"Well…I…" he finally stopped gawping long enough to respond properly. "That was misguided on her part."

"Was it?" she challenged yet again.

"Yes!"

"Why?!"

Now, he found himself echoing Lieutenant Groves' earlier sentiments, his jaw clenching and unclenching, staring off into the gardens so he could force himself to speak.

"I suspect you know why."

It was not an easy thing to say. But she had demanded frankness, and so she would have it.

"Captain, I have known you for some time. A long time. I do not believe you would be standing here in such distress if you had no feelings for Theo."

"In which case, that is misguided on my part."

"Why? Because she is Irish? Or because of her social standing?"

"Of course not!"

"Because you still insist she harbours sinister secrets, then? I will confide this in you, even if I know she would not wish me to do so."

"Then you should not-"

"I know everything she has not seen fit to tell others. All of it. There is nothing sinister there, and there is nothing that might impede you. Unless you truly do succeed in driving her away."

"What…?"

"I can say no more on the matter. Trust what I have said."

James stared at her, and she stared back – as though daring him to challenge her. How long had she known the answers he sought? What were those answers? If she said there was no impediment, that would mean…that there was no husband. But how did that explain all of the factors that led him to that suspicion? Elizabeth had hinted at cruelty, but…but one did not have to be married to a woman to be cruel to her. That much made sense. Perhaps…

Whatever theories began to arise, he put a forceful end to them. Those thoughts, at least, he could control. They mattered not, when weighed upon the conversation currently at hand. So he stopped his incredulous staring, cleared his throat, and schooled his expression.

"It makes no difference."

"Why, Captain? Why does it not?" she demanded.

"I have told you why, Elizabeth!" he all but snapped. "Because it is not…it is not…"

"What you had planned?" a strong sort of knowing seeped through her tone.

How was it that she managed to pin the thoughts he himself could not even begin to untangle with such expert precision?

At that question, her implorations turned from furious to soft, though no less firm despite that. The frown was smoothed from her brow, her eyes no longer blazed, but she did not shrink or falter. James suspected she was incapable of either, much like the woman she championed.

"Captain…James…" she sighed, wringing her hands and hanging her head for a moment before she looked at him once again, resolving herself to the rule of frankness that prevailed over this conversation. "Plans change. That is perfectly alright. It's good, so long as you don't cling to the old one for the sake of clinging to the old one, forsaking your own happiness and that of others for the sake of it. There are…there are times when doing the correct thing, in the eyes of others, can be the wrong thing, if done for the wrong reasons."

He hadn't the faintest idea of what to say to that – nor if he could speak if he even truly tried to do so. Happily, or unhappily, Elizabeth was not finished having her say.

"I am not inside your mind. I believe I am correct, but perhaps I am not. If so, leave Theodora be. I would not have you pursue her as a second best option – in fact, I should never forgive you if you do. But if I am correct, and you're denying both yourself and Theodora a chance at very real happiness because you're too stubborn to see what is directly before your eyes, I shall find that hard to forgive, too."

"However…hypothetically speaking…if the latter were the case," he said slowly, feeling quite numb. "It is far too late to change anything now. Is it not?"

"That, I cannot answer. But there is only one way to find out."

"Oh?"

"Try," she said.

They remained standing there for a few long moments, until Elizabeth finally sighed and clasped her hands before her.

"I would ask one thing of you," she said finally. "We will not discuss it, if you concede. This is for your sake."

"What is it?"

Considering how this conversation had transpired, he did not dare agree before he heard the request. Once, he might have – even if the request involved walking upon molten glass. But now, he could not.

"When you return to your home tonight, put whatever plans you may once have had from your mind," she said carefully. "Only for a moment. A minute, an hour, thirty seconds, whatever it takes. Picture two eventualities. One in which you do the expected thing. And one in which you follow what it is you truly wish to do, if I am in fact correct about what that is. Consider which one brings you more joy. Make that your compass. Not reason."

He did not agree, but he knew he would do so anyway, now that the idea was in his mind. He was a glutton for punishment, it seems. But she seemed not to expect a response, straightening and lifting her chin.

"My father tells me the formalities, in the way of paperwork, are all almost concluded to secure your promotion. You'll soon be Commodore Norrington, I hear. Congratulations – truly. You deserve it."

It was not news, not to him. Although until the ink was dry, he was content for it to be news that had not yet reached the ears of the rest of those gathered here. With a parting nod, Elizabeth swept soundlessly from the gardens, save only for the rustle of her skirts. James remained. Movement was even more impossible than speech was.

She had given him much to think about.

A/N: I really loved the idea of Elizabeth parroting the advice her father gives her in TCOTBP, even though he hasn't actually given her it yet in this timeline. I just think it shows the bond and the closeness between them, that they'd give similar advice under similar circumstances.

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~ Oh So Fly! ~

From the rockin’ street doves to the coo-l Capuchines We’ll pick and peck apart every piece of bird-based bling Warmers, collars, capes… Gramma’s cornbread cowls? You might as well go back home with your head in a towel!

~ A nonsensical poem I wrote on pigeons and their Fabulous! Bread! Necklaces! for the recent "Toasty Mart" bread x animals zine hosted by @bycmykae. Thanks for the pun fun-filled experience!

Shoutout to @katsuayumu too for making all the super cute and delicious pigeon character art for this piece :D

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Greetings! Salutations! Birds of a feather! Welcome to the Bread Derby, sisters and brothers! The name’s Pasquale and I’m your host for today— Colomba of keen eye for fashions of the day ~✦

It’s party pigeon time down here in the square Where every-birdy’s decked in their fanciest neckwear Where the have-its flaunt it! And the have-nots want it! Where upper crusts and lower crumbs clash in showers of grit!

From the rockin’ street doves to the coo-l Capuchines We’ll pick and peck apart every piece of bird-based bling Warmers, collars, capes... Gramma’s cornbread cowls? You might as well go back home with your head in a towel!

We’ll see who’s the boss in their oven-baked best! And who’s burnt toast that’s only good for lining nests! Beaks up and b-ready, we’re starting the show Coo! Here’s our first lady—let’s fluffin’ go!

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Behold! This uppity—I mean, blue-crowned royalty: The Duchess of Dovershire, come to visit from her county With her pearl-tipped crest as though dipped in icing And draped with a most exquisite braided bread ring Such graze! Delicacy! (Maybe a hint of power?) The air and flair of fresh-milled flour—

“How do you do? Your reds and greens are lovely!” Hold up, did... she just say something to me? Why yes ma’am, thank you! I adore them too! It’s just avocado bruschetta, nothing too frou-frou~ She chortles, nods; then away she struts: A portly, pleasant presence in her posh, plaited doughnut.

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Kerfuffle from the crowds! Cue the world’s favourite Frillback: Pop idol Pae-Dae, in a cushy cape of flatbread Luscious curls of feathers bronze all across his wings A dishy dove indeed: he’s every fledgling’s prince! His shuffling feet pause, his misty eyes find mine I wonder what words might leave a beak so sublime...?

“Wish I could sleep, Mister Host, but I’ll do my best Ask me about the dramas I’ve been filming without rest Or how everyone thinks my wings are hazelnut flakes...” Sigh, a celeb’s life! You can’t ever get a break I’ll interview you next week! Now go and catch some Z’s Your tortilla blanket should be cosy—but don’t let your fans see!

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An emerald dove patters by, sleeves shimmering green Donning the airiest, fairiest sourdough I’ve seen: Scored like a flower, flour dusted like a lace veil Aw, she’s proud of it! Look at her bobbing tail~ “My name’s Paige Pidgerton, I baked it just today I hope to open my artisan beak-ery someday!”

You’re a natural, miss, this here’s a work of art! But really, is that all you dream of deep inside your heart? She flusters, she flushes, her white headband askew The rosy eyes of a heroine’s fairytale come true! “Maybe... if I can’t bake for everyone in town Then at least for some-birdy I’m happy to be around.♥”

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You hear them before you see them: Two lean, rugged doves Squabbling, squawking, crash-landing (on the) square from above “I told you to hurry, old man, now we’re late for the parade!” ‘Why don’t you stop by a corner shop again, you ingrate!’ Good day, gentlemen! I might have seen you somewhere, sir Aren’t you G.I. Low, that decorated war officer?

‘Some eye you’ve got, chap! Sharp as this one I’ve got left Better than my grandkid here who thinks he’s bloody EMS.’ “If this thumbdrive don’t reach later, I’ll be toast-er than my toast! Name’s Payload Swift, mister, I’m a racer turned pigeon post.”

(Aha! Do I sense a glorious generation gap? A question trap to set their wings and tempers aflap!) Living life in the fast lane? Your intake must be insane! Care to share with us your go-to holy grains?

“This grilled tuna sandwich melt from Leaven-Eleven’s Is the best thing since sliced bread—a taste made in heaven!” ‘It IS sliced bread, for heavens’ sake! See the junk this boy is eating? Not like this chipped beef on toast from back when I was serving It’s provisions! Nourishment! Blessings for the whole flock!’ “Yeah sure, if only you can eat it without a fork...”

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A zig-zagging, a tango-ing, a high bird-song and dance A kererū, post-dine-and-wine, down on the bench in a trance That passé office plumage versus bland-as-heck handbag— Lady, your tastebuds are wrecked! And that fruit loaf’s a big red flag!

She waves her bottle—budget Pigeot Noir!—before my eyes “I’ve seen your shows on CooTube, you’re that real fly guy! That Nicobar fella who’s gone way up the pecking order...” Lady, your tastebuds are just fine! Ignore what I said earlier—

“Can you tell me how you’ve been eating every-birdy’s lunch? You’re now rolling in dough, but I’m just rolling off the branch... How can a common quill-pusher like me, Karolie Flee Fly to the top, eat all I want, and still be this carefree?”

Oh Miss Flee, let’s first put my inspiring haute coo-ture aside No matter what you’re doing, you should do it with pride! Push all the quills (and your bosses’ too) until you’re seen and heard But remember: there’s more to you than just this corporate bird!

Sure, your whites, greens and purples may not be the hottest stuff But if you’re a better you than yesterday then that’s good enough~★ That said, please just toss that brick of cursed candied fruit Get a loaf that tastes more chic! With marmalade to boot!

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So there we go, folks—our roundup of this Derby: A true-blue cross-section of our bling-based society I’ve seen a future star baker, courier, wine connoisseur Stay inspiring, inspired and well rested, you youngsters!

Boast your bread-lace loud and proud, bake it till you make it The true slice-of-life is how you wear it and what you make of it! And to every-birdy else who’s stayed with us throughout— Beak thanks to you all! This is Col. Pasquale, signing out~♫

~ end ~

[iniziare]

"hmm," she'd draw out a longer sigh, single finger stretching across the smaller gap between them on the table, gloveless and bare, with nail polish done to match the gold found on her company for the evening. a subtle touch would soon enough follow, but not the hand that seemed to await her company, no, the golden watch and the edge where metal and skin met; "... do you always dress this elegant?"

Loud, perhaps would've been a better word, index slowly following the round shape of the watch there Robin remained seated, other hand propped up under her chin. "Gold, teal, black ; there seems to not be a single color that you can't wear, I'm almost a little envious. During my personal dark and gloomy era, everyone said I came of a little too pale." Then, a lower of her voice, the charmony dove's chin parting with her hand so she could lean across the table a little better, emerald fluttering between his watch and gaze.

"Imagine me with a spray tan," she'd laugh quietly, warmly as hand would soon enough settle onto his, the one that had been waiting beneath the watch. "I think the tan lines would drive me mad, and so, my question still stands ; does the infamous Aventurine always dress this elegantly, or does he have other charming outfits in his wardrobe? Is your night wear also in gold?"

Were enchantment to ever be a person, none other than this little songbird opposite him (much to his chagrin, for not a muscle in him didn't crave for her to be at his side instead, but perhaps that future lay only barely out of his grasp) could claim its existence. So easily would she find herself triumphant, like none other could ever hope to rival, at least not to him. And so he sat, enraptured— oh, he knew that he was little less than that, and she would see proof of such a reality in the way the creases of his eyes deepened at her fiddling by his watch. Will you always be so agonizing with me, little bird?

His black tie hung loose, its knot forgotten and trailing low on his chest, as if evidencing the reality that there was no pretense here. No, it had been foregone some time ago. The collar of his shirt lay undone, its edges parted enough to frame the pale line of his throat as it lay exposed, and unguarded. The sight oh him was a canvas that framed a man who was found perfectly at ease: caught in something akin to disheveled elegance. And so, in that, came a response that abandoned him in a confidence much the same: "What if I dressed just to impress you tonight, Miss Robin?" Last time, this time, and every time? Ss he leaned forward to meet her somewhat in stride, a necklace — a thin, golden chain — gleamed faintly against his skin, catching the dim light around them like a whisper of defiance, before its pendant dipped back in the shadows beneath the undone fabric. Perhaps it was a tease, one unintended, but one nonetheless to rival her own that seemed all but incredibly intended. She always stayed just out of reach of him, even though he ached to grasp at those sly fingers of hers, for it should be his that commit such deeds, such gestures that would allow him to steal a strayed brush of that bare hand, and its softest palm. But he was patient, he was always patient with her, even though the anticipation proved to be a cruel mistress time, and time again. "I'm humbled that you think I would look good in a lavender and orange suit." It came spoken in certain amusement, with every syllable laced, and dripping with a teased gaiety. "Maybe I'll try that for our next date. If you, everyone's favorite dove, promise that you will wear black the next time we meet. I think I'd like to judge for myself, I've never been much for the opinion of the masses." Could she blame him for the shameless confidence? Perhaps he would blame her if she tried to— and then the punishment for such a mortal sin? Mm, he'd see about that one.

And just when he thought that she couldn't possibly be much more agonizing for his eyes, or mind: Imagine me with a spray tan. I think the tan lines would drive me mad. As if he needed any more distraction than the tantalizing close to bare shoulders that had taunted him for an evening in its entirety right before him. Truly, his only restraint, and redemption, could be found in the touch of a hand to his own, one that was promptly rewarded with the briefest caress to her palm with one singular finger. "Maybe, and maybe it isn't." His turn to tease her: "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours, little bird."

Prompt: Unprompted, how dare you kill us like this. // @avaere

[elysianymph]

bloodied silk and silver knives

dedicated to @fefifofae

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FAE <33 i'm so so late with this but i wanted to finish it for you anyway. hope you had a great bday. enjoy some serial killer regulily just for you 🫶🏻

Regulus had barely made it through the door when Lily pressed him up against the wall, her thigh between his legs and hands on either side of him. In her gold heels she was just tall enough that Regulus needed to tilt his head up to look at her when she was this close, when they were breathing the same air and he could feel her body shuddering with the weight of the breaths she was taking.

Regulus wasted no time wrapping a bloody hand around her waist and pulling her impossibly closer, like he wanted to merge their bodies together until there was no beginning or end, just the two of them wrapped around each other. Lily closed the gap between them and Regulus was immediately overwhelmed with the taste of liquor on Lily’s lips, mixed with the cherry of her red lipstick.

Lily’s hand came up to his neck, fingers adorned with gold rings, some of which Regulus had bought himself, others Lily had stolen from victims who had no use for jewellery anymore. Red manicured nails dug into Regulus’ throat and he gasped at the sudden touch, Lily swallowed the sound. Regulus could feel her lips twist into a grin against his own.

Lily pulled away just enough to speak. “You're so messy,” she teased, a wide grin on her lips, her red lipstick smeared around her mouth from the kissing. Regulus chuckled at the irony.

“Says the one covered in another man’s blood.” He brought his hand to her chin, tilting her head down and wiping the lipstick from under her bottom lip with his thumb.

“That's partially your fault,” Lily argued, narrowing her eyes at him. Her fingers trailed down his neck to his collarbones, leaving behind white marks on his pale skin. Her hand stopped to play with the necklace Regulus always wore hidden under his dress shirt, an emerald stone on a chain, the same shade as Lily’s eyes.

“And you ruined my new dress with your recklessness,” Lily complained, her lips twisting into a pout as she tilted her head, deliberately trying to make Regulus feel guilty. He rolled his eyes at it.

“What a shame,” Regulud said with not even a hint of remorse in his voice, running his hands down the green slik of her gown and leaving traces of blood in his wake. “It was such a pretty colour too.” He watched as the crimson seeped into the fabric, turning into a dark burgundy colour.

“I hope you know how to get the stains out, pretty boy,” Lily teased, pressing her lips to Regulus’ neck, leaving behind red lipstick marks as she trailed down to his chest. Regulus’ hands went lower, to the thigh pressed between his legs, skin peeking out from the slit on Lily’s pretty dress. Just under the slit, where the pale freckled skin of her thigh peeked out was a garter belt with a small silver knife tucked into it.

“Don’t bother, I’ll buy you a new one,” Regulus said, snapping the elastic of the garter against Lily’s thigh. She pulled away from his neck with a smug expression but before she could make any sly remark Regulus was pulling her back in. “To make up for the mess I made,” he whispered against her lips and connected their lips again.

[eranthiss]

Andiilan clothing is usually pretty lightweight- cotton, linen, and other fabrics like that, to deal with the hot- to mediterranean climate year round.

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Temperatures rarely drop below 10°c in winter, and summers are normally around or above 30°c, so if it's cold out you just layer under your tuniko rather than over it.

Roughly eighty percent of the population still dress in the traditional style full time, and the rest tend to mix and match between Andiilan fashions and the continental fashions based off vibes. Iris does the latter.

This is your typical sinjorino tuniko - young ladies tunic - cut to fall just above the knees, and made out of any natural lightweight fibre, and is always worn with a subjupo - petticoat and/or shorts underneath to give the skirts some volume.

Tuniko always have some sort of pattern embroidered at the hems and neckline- and the deep v-neckline is fully normal for both genders, and the high, inverse u shaped waistline is tightened or loosened with a braided drawstring. It isn't a tuniko without either of those three features. If you're not entirely comfy wearing the normal neckline you wear a stomako - a stomacher, or a v-shaped piece of cloth pinned in the gap to cover it and preserve the neckline.

Shoes are normally very low platforms for daily wear, or slightly higher for occasions, but Iris doesn't really vibe with tegolo shoes most days - they're meant to force a smoother gait - so she's instead depicted in her usual wedge heels.

The neckline and throat is always decorated according to taste, regardless of gender - pendant necklaces are incredibly popular, and are usually stacked up as much as the wearer wants to. Iris is depicted wearing a emerald hundreds of years older than she is with a choker. However, also a must have in Andiilan fashion is the tania - a long strip of cloth worn as a headband, sometimes embroidered. The tails are to be left dangling at the side of the head, and there's a infuriatingly fiddly knot it's got to be tied in - it's meant to look square if you've done it right. It's most often worn by young people, at least this style. There are other shapes and styles for the less delicately inclined.

Additionally - if the vibes require it, you can add a ŝalo - a sort of bolero or shawl for either style or to protect from the breeze. There's no specifics to this, but this one is literally just a wide band of heavier cloth lined with something warm, and just tied around the shoulders.

[officialjewelleryhat]

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High-quality materials: Crafted from gold, silver, or platinum.

Real gemstones: Genuine stones like diamonds and rubies.

Long-lasting: Designed to endure daily wear for generations.

Luxury craftsmanship: Fine jewelry is made by skilled artisans.

High price: Fine jewelry often serves as an investment due to the value of the materials.

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Synthetic stones: Often uses cubic zirconia or other imitation gems.

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Variety of designs: Costume jewelry tends to be more playful and trend-driven.

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1. Materials

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Costume jewelry, however, is more affordable and accessible, often using imitation stones and base metals like stainless steel. While traditional costume jewelry may not be as durable as fine jewelry, high-quality brands like Jewellery Hat offer anti-tarnish, long-lasting options that combine the best features of both worlds.

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