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[mothandpidgeon]

coming soon - The Outlaws (outlaw!Joel Miller x f!reader)

I'm pretty psyched about this one. I haven't posted a new series in forever. Old West AU!!

summary: Wanted for murder with a bounty on your head, your only hope of escaping the Pinkerton detectives is an outlaw named Joel Miller and his sidekick Ellie. But Joel has other plans for you.

Chapter 1 - coming March 19

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teaser below the cut! (cw: gender assumptions and guns, of course)

“Ladies and gents, I regret to inform you that this here is a hold up,” he says, tone is so cheerful, you’d think he was a carnival barker. But his voice isn’t as deep as you expected. In fact you’re skeptical that’s a boy under there. “Keep your hands where I can see ‘em and nobody gets hurt.” 

The other passengers gasp and whisper, nervous looks shared about the car. Your foot begins to bounce again as your mind races to figure a way to make this new wrinkle work in your favor. 

“That means you, too,” the kid says, sidling up to Brown. Now that she’s closer, you’re almost certain this outlaw is a girl. “No need for heroes here.” 

The Pinkerton man’s hand is laying on his revolver. 

A second outlaw enters. There’s a noticeable shift in the air. He’s imposing and dark, stalking in like a big dog, spurs jingling with each step. 

“What’s taking so long?” he asks. His voice is a cowboy drawl. He adjusts a canvas mail sack on his broad shoulder, no doubt stuffed full of money from the train’s safe. 

He’s dressed like any other outlaw, and you’ve seen your fair share. Shabby shirt, black waistcoat, a leather belt heavy with bullets around narrow hips. He’s got on a black hat and beneath it you spy dark curls threaded with silver, much older than the other robber. 

All you can see of his face are two brown eyes that flit between the standoff in front of him. He whips his colt 45 out of its holster with practiced ease...

See y'all there!

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[17.25]

― pairing : Changbin x fem! reader ― content warnings : angst, smut, fluff, vampire au, reader is a vampire, Changbin works in a brothel, medieval settings, dom!reader, sex toys, unprotected sex, fantasy au ― word count : 3.569

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🧛‍♂️ VAMPIRE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix

«If I don’t drink some blood I might as well go insane.» you pointed out, plopping on a leather armchair while rubbing your temples; Minho chuckled without actually getting distracted from the book he was reading, «You still have to explain me why you basically live in my house, even if your mansion is way better than mine.»

«Someone has to keep an eye on you.» with that, Minho closed the book, looking at you with mischievous yet gentle eyes, «You should go to a brothel to feed, like everyone else does.»

«But-»

«But, nothing.» Minho sternly interrupted you, «Give it, at least, a try.» you weakly sighed in answer, not sure yourself why you were so adverse to the idea of going to a brothel. Minho was right, by now, most vampires went there in order to feed; human boys and girls willingly offered themselves so that you could feed instead of going off killing people.

Of course, even so, news where vampires ended up losing control and killing them weren’t rare.

You decided to follow Minho’s advice on a rainy Monday evening, as soon as you felt your hunger starting to cloud your senses. Changing into some clothes which didn’t look too expensive, you quietly headed to town.

Contrarily to what you expected, the brothel didn’t look shallow; rather, it was filled with people – mostly vampires, quietly sitting at the tables and talking with humans.

It was indeed strange, some of them had humans comfortably sitting on their lap while they kept talking about important matters with other vampires, and some others were already making out in the crowded hall. You sat alone at one small table, watching a vampire chatting with one of the hosts while sitting on another’s lap; you scoffed at her behaviour, wondering how many times she came back to seem so at ease not with one, but two boys which definitely seemed at her mercy.

«She’s gonna have much more fun than me,» you admitted to yourself, advertising your gaze and raising an eyebrow.

From upstairs, a boy started walking down the stairs re-arranging the belt of his trousers, wiping his lips before heading outside; you scoffed at the lack of manners.

«It’s pretty common, but I guess you must be new.» a husky and sensual voice caught your attention, and you turned your head to your right.

A boy was smiling sheepishly at you, his chin on the palm of his hand and his elbow resting on the wooden table; he wore a white shirt which was basically half unbuttoned, exposing his toned chest, and his leather pants were tight enough to perfectly hug his strong thighs.

«Aren’t you cold?» you muttered, and the stranger chuckled at you. 

«Why don’t you find out?» he immediately retorted, imperceptibly scooping closer to you; the boy not only had an alluring scent, but also was extremely attractive. His dark raven hair framed his godly features, and his dark brown eyes were sharp and mysterious, inevitably charming you.

Surprisingly enough, you found having small talk with the boy both teasing and pleasing, but you didn’t come to a brothel with the intent of finding a new friend, didn’t you?

Thankfully, the boy – Changbin, seemed to read your troubled expression, and got up with a smug expression.

«Shouldn’t we head to somewhere more private?» he said, standing in front of you and moving your hair out of your face with an unexpectedly gentle movement.

«Shouldn’t you learn how to improve your pick up lines?» you got up as well, his hand following the movement of your body and gently remaining on your features.

Changbin scoffed, «Trust me, doll, they don’t pay me enough for that.» he chuckled, and you raised an eyebrow at this uncharacteristic outcome. Changbin held your hand, leading you upstairs and through a long corridor just to turn on his left on the last room, which had his name on a wooden target. 

“So, they all have personal rooms,” you silently wondered, and as he locked the door behind the two of you, you curiously glanced around; the room was rather simple, a large wooden bed was standing in the middle of it, and against the wall there were a wooden wardrobe and a wooden desk. You hoped for him to have an actual house and not live in such aseptic environments, but you didn’t have enough time to question that, because as your eyes met the wall on your left, you felt a wave of lust pervading your senses.

What you definitely didn’t expect to see, was a small collections of sex toys hanging from a wooden hanger fixed on the wall.

What Changbin expected from you was a good lay, to sexually satisfy you and helping you you quench your blood thirst, hoping you wouldn’t leave him on the verge of death. Changbin expected this night to be like every other times, his partners being naturally submissive to his rough behaviour and to be harshly turned around just in time to let them feed and eventually, jerk off to finally orgasm once his partner had left.

What Changbin definitely didn’t expect was for all the control he always had to be taken away from him in the moment you pushed him on his bed just to immediately straddle him.

«Are there any particular rules I should be aware of?» you questioned, knotting your hand in his hair just to yank it backwards and kiss the expanse of his exposed skin.

«No kisses on the lips, and we’re good.» Changbin mumbled, wondering why you were asking that question.

«Good, I’ll give you one rule as well, then.» you mouthed against his skin, pushing him on the mattress. «Before you do anything, always ask for my permission.» you ran one of your nails on his neck, lightly scratching on the skin just to see few droplets of blood erupting from it. 

Changbin nodded, feeling already aroused by so little contact – thing that never happened to him, and you leaned down to lick at the scratch on his skin, slowly savouring the blood you collected in your mouth; as cliché as it was, Changbin’s blood was delicious, and you couldn’t wait to taste more.

«Undress me, kitten.» you ordered in with a gentle tone, sitting back up and unconsciously pulling your weight on his hardened length; Changbin immediately sat up, confused at his own submissive behaviour but also, eager to please you.

His hands immediately reached around your back to loosen the strings of your corset, and you guided his lips against your collarbone thanks to the grip you had on his hair; judging by how obedient Changbin was already being, you knew that you were indeed in for a wild night.   

Changbin had his eyes closed and his mouth open in a constant, silent moan; you rode him fast, allowing him to put his hand on your hips but harshly pinning his arms against the mattress anytime you realized Changbin was unconsciously trying to set the pace.

«You might want to listen to me,» you cooed, halting the movement of your hips, «unless you’re not that interested in coming.» you let go of Changbin’s arms, wiping some sweaty strands of black hair from his forehead; Changbin shook his head, mumbling quiet apologies, and you reminisced your movements.

The thing was, for Changbin it wasn’t guaranteed the fact that he would come as well, most vampires were known for using brothels as a way to relieve their own sexual frustration and thirst, not actually caring about their occasional partner; therefore, he was more than surprised when you waited for him to come before chasing your own orgasm, gently sucking at the skin you had scratched earlier.

What he didn’t know, was the fact that you refrained yourself from biting the poor boy because he had a bit too many bite marks on his chest, some of them were still healing, some of them seemed painful; you kept licking at the scratch on his neck until you saw the wound closing, and detached from him with a satisfied sigh, allowing yourself to fall on the bed for a moment.

Changbin was hesitant, and definitely not used to this treatment; he wanted to thank you, but “thank you for letting me come as well” seemed an incredibly stupid thing to say, and so, he kept quiet, watching you re-dress yourself with a blissed out expression. «Can you help me, please?» you sat back on the bed, pointing to your corset; Changbin nodded, carefully tying up the laces while asking you whether they were too tight or not. 

«Wait, doll, this is-» Changbin incredulously looked at the amount of money you left on his nightstand, «this is too much. I can’t accept it.»

«Quit it, you did well.» you waved off, stretching your arms above you, feeling regenerated after finally drinking some blood, «Use the spare money to buy actual clothes.» you giggled, before walking out his room.

«Until next time, kitten!» was the last thing Changbin heard, as his eyes were fixed on the now closed door in disbelief.

Five months later, you had ran back to the brothel a countless number of times; even you didn’t need to feed, you kept coming back because you missed the feeling of Changbin’s skin on yours or sometimes, you simply missed him.

Clearly, you couldn’t admit it out loud, and so, you learnt to find your small dose of happiness in the simple action of Changbin dropping anything he was doing as soon as he saw you entering the brothel.

Obviously you couldn’t know, but for Changbin it was pretty much the same thing; even if he was spending the night with someone else, his mind kept wandering to you, to your touches, to the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Changbin wasn’t submissive with anyone else but you, and much to his surprise, he loved it each time more than the previous one. With your mutual feelings strictly hidden, you and Changbin slowly created a routine where even if the both of you had come and you had fed, you’d stop to chat a little more; sometimes you were both still naked on top of the covers, sometimes you were already dressed once again.

The more time you spent with him, the more you realized how good of a person Changbin really was, and your desire of stealing him away from the brothel steadily kept increasing.

«Let me touch you, please, I-» Changbin’s sentence was cut off with a whine as you sucked more eagerly on his oversensitive tip; the sound of him tugging at the belt tying his wrists to the bedpost made you smirk, and you looked up just to meet his blissed out and unfocused gaze. You knew you were being unfair, claiming that you wanted him to feel good just to tie him to the bed and slipping a dildo in his butt and cockring on his length, but Changbin had eagerly agreed to your proposal, and not even once asked you to stop.

«I already told you, kitten,» you answered, focusing your attention on gently biting and sucking the unmarked skin on his inner thighs, «today is about you.»

Changbin’s moans started to rapidly increase and his thighs began to shake as you suddenly changed the angle of the dildo, repeatedly brushing directly against his prostate; he arched his back with a loud whimper just to fall back on the mattress, dejected at the sensation of his orgasm slipping away from him, the fact that he kept being stimulated brought tears of pleasure in his eyes.

«I can wait more,» Changbin whimpered at the sensation of your fingers slipping of the cockring and brushing against his oversensitive length; you simply shook your head, tossing the cockring on the bed and quickly driving the boy to his first actual orgasm of the night.

Truth was, you would have kept teasing him all night just to hear more of the delicious pleads and moans continuously escaping his lips, but since it was his first time being completely at your mercy, you didn’t want to be too rough.

Changbin came untouched, his prostate being stimulated was more than enough for him to spill his release all over his stomach and his chest with a loud moan, his back arched off the bed while he was tugging almost painfully at the restraints around his wrists; as soon as he came, you took the opportunity to sink your teeth into his inner thigh.

«Sit on my face,» he whined, weakly, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

«Changbin, you’re still shaking.» you pointed out, wiping the blood from your lower lip, but the determination you saw in his eyes did nothing to ease the desire you felt and the wetness between your legs.

«I want to make you come,» he said, and you immediately gave in with a nod, too aroused to play difficult; as you were about to reach for the belt and untie him, Changbin stopped you, «Can you keep me tied up?» his tone was almost shy, and there was definitely a blush on his face which wasn’t due to his orgasm; you cursed under your breath, not expecting him to get so bold all of a sudden.

Needless to say, it didn’t take you too much to come from Changbin’s tongue alone.

«You spent the extra money on charity?» you questioned in disbelief, and you felt Changbin nod against your chest; it was the first time you cuddled in such an intimate position, and it was difficult for the both of you to hide to each other your mutual happiness, «I’m surprised at how nice you can be.»

«Doll,» Changbin scoffed, hovering over you by balancing his weight on his elbow, «I sell my body and my blood for money, how am I supposed to be nice?» he questioned, and you found yourself unable to answer.

Truth was, you were more than ready to list him an infinite series of reason why he was an incredibly nice person, but you knew that if you started, you would inevitably have confessed your feelings as well. The realization of a vampire having unrequited feelings for a boy which worked in a brothel was the only thing that made you shut up.

«I don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t be considered one.» you sighed, your hand running into his black hair while your gaze was locked.

Changbin’s eyes started to flicker between your eyes and your lips, slowly leaning in; your eyes widened, but you kept still, not wanting to ruin the moment with a possible misinterpretation of his actions. Changbin’s lips brushed against yours; it was a faint, almost inexistent sensation, but it was still enough to make you yearn for more.

As you were about to actually connect your lips for the first time, a knock on his door made the two of you realize about the fact that you were about to kiss.

«Looks like our time is up.» he mumbled against your lips, a somewhat sad expression making way into his eyes.

«Until next time, kitten.» you mumbled back, and eventually re-dressed yourself.  

The next time you entered the brothel, you knew something was off. The first thing you noticed was the fact that the majority of the hosts were crowded on the stairs, thing which immediately alerted you because it never happened.

The second thing you noticed was the fact that Changbin was nowhere to be seen; a strong smell of blood invaded your senses as you curiously walked towards the stairs in order to ask someone what happened, when a sudden realization made you stop in your tracks. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as adrenaline made your body move fast, driven by worry; you could recognize that scent anywhere.

With quick steps, you made your way to Changbin’s room, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut not to give into the horrible temptation in front of you.

Changbin was laying on his bed in a small pool of blood, weakly talking to a doctor kneeled next to him, checking the wound on his neck; anger bubbled inside you, anger which not even Changbin smiling at you despite his atrocious pain managed to quench.

Patiently, you waited for the doctor to patch him up and exit the room, just for walk towards him and scoop a now unconscious Changbin into your arms; you were in such a hurry, you didn’t bother to dress him up, and simply covered him lending him your cape – not caring if it got dirt with blood.

No human or vampire dared question your actions, the mere expression on your face clearly showed that you were ready to jump at anyone’s throat if they ever tried to stop you.

Even if you were acting recklessly, you didn’t care, you egoistically allowed yourself to choose for Changbin, a thing which you never dared to do even if you repeatedly suggested him to quit his job. Seeing him in this state, finally made you realize that you weren’t meant to live for eternity if you couldn’t even protect the boy you loved.

Changbin’s unconscious body was now on your bed while you were sitting at its feet, your servants meticulously looking after him, changing his bandages and providing him with fresh new clothes. He woke up few hours later with a groan, startling you as you finally had managed to momentarily drift off to sleep.

«God, Changbin!» you mumbled, sitting at his side in less than a second, helping him get up into a sitting position.

«Oh, I just earned a new title?» he groaned, clutching at his now bandaged neck; he weakly took in his surroundings, clearly not used to the expensive furniture in the room; the most reasonable thing your brain suggested you to do, was to throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him close, action which once again, Changbin didn’t expect.

«It’s okay, doll,» he mumbled, hugging you close to his chest as well, «it happens, sometimes.» instinctively, you scoffed, finding it paradoxical that Changbin was comforting you, and not the other way around.

«This is why you’re not going back there, ever again.» you said, not wanting to part from him and look into his eyes. Changbin chuckled quietly, caressing your back.

«So, you finally decided to take me home?» once again, him being so relaxed about the fact that he basically almost risked to die made your heart sink in your stomach.

With a sigh, you detached from his embrace, daring to leave a quick kiss on his lips; the fact that Changbin looked at you with his eyes wide in surprise was a more than satisfying reaction.

«My poor heart,» you heard him mumble, and instinctively leaned in, worried about him being hurt somewhere as well. Changbin quickly held your head with both hands, «I like you so much, my heart is about to burst.» he repeated a little louder, staring in your eyes.

And so, that’s how you and Changbin properly kissed the first time, sitting on your wide bed, and carefully avoiding to make his wound open once again; Changbin’s kisses were gentle, his lips adoringly moving with yours, and your heart shared the same wild, happy and enamoured rhythm.

Eventually – thanks to Minho’s and his friends' help, you managed to track down the vampire which almost killed Changbin.

Needless to say, she didn’t stay alive long enough to see the sun rise on another day.

If you thought that Changbin living with you was the best thing to happen to you, you were definitely in for a surprise.

Exactly four years after you saved him, Changbin asked you to turn him into a vampire as well.

«I look at you and I know I have found my soulmate,» Changbin said one night, as you were cuddling in your post orgasm state, he was mindlessly running his fingertips on your back, and your head was placed on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat, «I realized how fleeting my life is compared to yours, and I don’t want to be parted from you.»

It was as if your heart grew twice its size, and your hand momentarily stopped in mid air, halting your action of caressing his chest; Changbin’s marks almost completely faded, and still, you’d spend as much time as you could gently placing kisses above them, as if it could help him getting rid of the painful memories.

«I would love that.» you admitted with a smile, finally voicing your secret wish for him to stay with you for eternity.

«Do vampires get married as well?» Changbin asked out of the blue, and you immediately propped up, balancing your weight on your elbows.

«Changbin?» you questioned with your eyes wide, your heart hammering in your chest because there was no way in the world you could get that lucky; Changbin chuckled at your reaction, gently booping on your nose twice.

«Would the fact that I’d let you turn me right in this moment be equal to handing you a proposal ring?» Changbin questioned, and you immediately connected your lips with his in a gentle, loving kiss.

«It’s even better.» you smiled against his lips, and since that night, your kisses never stopped.

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Devil's Backbone : Limpany III

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x FemOC/Reader POV Tags: Longfic, Slow Burn, Smut (18+), Violence, Canon-Typical Injuries

Limpany’s burning was a lot more than meets the eye. Deception, greed, and murder follow everyone touched by Leviticus Cornwall. A story where the Van der Linde gang gets even more inescapably involved in Cornwall’s dealings, with the survivor of the massacre at the heart of it all. Slow burn. Pre-Blackwater and beyond.

Limpany III: Cleanse the Shallow Root

“You best know better than to quarrel with Leviticus Cornwall.”

CW:  racism, violence, injuries, death. you know, the normal RDR stuff.

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“If that horse snaps at me one more time , it’s off to the glue factory with it. You hear me, Mister Shaw?”

Amos stands outside the enclosure with his hands on his hips, a scowl on his face. His hat, covered in mud, lies within the fence, perilously close to a set of hooves that move with a sense of irritation.

“Amos, he’s not an ass to anyone not deservin’. Maybe you should be nicer to him and he won’t bite at you.” Frederick rolled his eyes, leaning on the fence next to the older man. 

The ranch hand huffs. “Now that’s a lie if there ever was one. That horse is a nasty ol’ bastard even to your wife, and she ain’t got a mean bone in her body.” The horse in question plods closer to the two men; a tall, sooty Warmblood. Its dark tail swooshes at the flies around the paddock. 

Frederick grins, raising his hand toward the horse, who edges closer to him. “C’mere,  Aethon. You’re not that bad.”  The horse sidles up to Frederick, allowing him to pat down his nose. Frederick looks over to Amos with a boyish grin as he runs his other hand through the horse’s dark mane, to prove a point, flaunt manhood, or maybe both.

“Namin’ that horse after a god sure as hell gave it a complex.” Amos waves his hand in dismissal, heaving himself over the fence and grabbing his hat while Aethon was distracted. He hurries and climbs over the fence again, wary of the large workhorse. The older man slaps his hat against his thigh a few times to loosen the dirt from it.

“Amos, you aren’t heading out anytime soon, are you?”

“Nah, I figure we’re good on supplies, there’s plenty of work to do around here.”

Frederick nods. “Good. I… I think it’ll be good for Ruth. For people to be here in town for a minute.”

Amos doesn’t meet the younger man’s gaze. He grunts in agreement, staring down at the ground. Frederick pats the horse’s head one last time before sighing and stepping away from the paddock. The ranch hand places his hat back on his head and his hands rest on his belt. “ ‘M sorry, bout what happened, Mister Shaw.”

Frederick grimaces, looking at the ground as well. He kicks at a stone beneath his boot. He reaches toward a brown leather Stetson hat slung over a fencepost. Between his fingers, the worn leather cracks and bends slightly before he places it on his head. 

An awkward silence falls upon the two of them, punctuated by the sound of the Warmblood’s hooves scraping the ground, its heavy breathing through flared nostrils.

“Y’all look like you’re hardly working out here. Running out of things to do?”

The men both look up to find you standing at the back door, hands crossed over your chest. You’re clad in a brown velvet vest over a cream-colored blouse, belted over a mauve skirt. Your blonde hair is gathered at the nape of your neck in a black threaded snood, pinned behind your ears. Quirking an eyebrow, you tap your foot in mock frustration. “I know that horse is difficult, but it doesn’t take an hour to feed him. You two are just gossiping out here.”

“Missus Shaw, by the angels! Did you see the sign? I got it put up out by the road.”

You roll your eyes, strolling over to the fence where the two men were loitering.  “C’mon, the both of you. One of the gents who just stopped in the saloon said he passed a wagon train with several workers heading this way. They may be here by supper. We’re gonna need everyone in the saloon.”

Amos tips his hat, “Yes ma’am,” he looks at Frederick, “You, uh, heard the boss, sir.” He pulls a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket. Fumbling with it, he strides off, around the paddock toward the front of the cabin toward the street.

“I meant you too, Mister Shaw.” 

A smirk crosses his features. He didn’t shave this morning, a slight shadow of stubble adorns his jaw. You can’t help but smile back, this husband of yours still makes your heart flip flop in your chest like the day you first saw him, years ago.

“On my way, Missus Shaw.”

He shuffles by you, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him with a laugh. He slots his lips against yours in a searing kiss before pulling back, squeezing your hip as he goes to follow Amos.  For a few moments, you watch him, before shaking your head slightly and smoothing your skirts down. You pull at your brown velvet vest, smoothing a crease that appeared over the flare of your waist. 

The horse in the paddock notices you, moving slowly toward your side of the enclosure.

“Today the day you’re gonna be nice to me, Aethon?” You ask, nervously raising your hand to Aethon’s head to pat it. The huge horse must notice your nervousness and agitation, because he quickly draws his head back, flaring his nostrils before nipping at your hand with his teeth. You gasp and pull your hand back just in time to avoid getting bitten.

“Nope, not today, you damned horse.” You retort at the huge beast, cradling your hand that very closely escaped a grizzly fate. A fading pink scar in the webbing of your hand was a permanent reminder of Aethon’s temper and how hard he could bite.

A shout pierces the air of the late afternoon, and you glance over toward the saloon across the way. More travelers seem to be stopping in Limpany daily, which leaves the saloon and store busier than ever. Soon enough, you’ll be able to hire more than just Ulysses and Amos to help. Hire them some help.

Frederick’s inheritance covered most of the costs of building the saloon and store, and the few small cabins dotting the hillside. Somehow, Stockdale was able to convince the state of New Hanover to fund the building of a Sheriff’s Office and the stone jail built into the sloping cliff.  Having seen how he operates, you're sure that Hilliard Stockdale knows the right people to ask favors of or whose pockets to grease with future investments.

You lean against the fencepost, watching Aethon pace around the enclosure, uninterested in you. Certainly, if someone had told you a year and a half ago you were building a town in the farthest reaches of New Hanover, you would have laughed.  

Sighing, you gather your skirts and walk across the muddy path around your cabin, heading to the lane that divides Limpany, and to the saloon where a couple of travelers have ridden up to. Glancing toward the river, you pause, before moving quickly toward the entrance to the little hamlet, toward the well-worn road on the banks of the Dakota. The afternoon sun glinted on the river’s waters, gently flowing down toward Flat Iron Lake. Covering your eyes from the light, your peer southward, where the black steel of Bard’s Crossing lies in the distance, connecting New Hanover to West Elizabeth.

Turning northward again, you stride through the grass, under the large oak tree. You move around two stakes in the ground, supporting a wooden panel at shoulder height. You can’t help the quirked smile that graces your face, as you take in the view. 

WELCOME TO LIMPANY

Hands on your hips, you breathe in deeply through your nose, sighing contentedly. Behind the sign you painted lies your life, the settlement that you now call home. After several years of roaming, across deserts and mountains and prairies, you finally settled here, at the bend of the Dakota, building a town from the ground up, building the dreams Frederick had breathed life into those years ago.

—

The crash of glass breaking on the wooden floor was really nothing new, not in a saloon, not where ranch hands and oil riggers; cattlemen, and travelers gather. Not where men live rough lives on the unforgiving land. Not here, not in Limpany.

This, however, was a bit much, even for Ulysses. And that was coming from years working in bars and saloons, from Saint Denis to Blackwater.

“Alright, that’s enough. You two best leave. You’re done here.” He angrily glares at the two cattlemen who had taken to laying themselves across the bar, knocking over their heavily used glasses, and smashing them to pieces on the floor. One of them sits up, swaying unsteadily. “Y- y’ don’t tell me how to l-live, ya…”

He falls off the stool to the ground, limbs splaying every which way while his partner howls in laughter from the bar. Ulysses groans, rolling up his sleeves, brushing his hands off on his apron before rounding the bar. He grabs the man from the floor, dragging him by the collar. “Out, now, ya drunk.”

The man pushes away from him, stumbling several steps into a table. He grunts in a drunken huff, turning back to Ulysses. “Get off, don’t touch me, you dirty negro!”

Ulysses scowls, his hands coming to the drunken man’s collar again, pulling him from his reclined position on the table, “I told you twice, get the hell out of here. Don’t make me drag you out to the shit-covered field you came from.”

The compatriot of the man Ulysses was currently dragging off the table stood from his stool, knocking it over while bellowing at the scene drunkenly. He stumbles toward the two, grabbing Ulysses’ shoulder and trying to pull him off of the other man. Ulysses swings back against the second drunk, pushing the first man to the ground. “God damnit, you sons of bitches!” 

“Now that’s enough!” A voice bellows from the doorway, where Sheriff Stockdale strides in, drawn by the commotion and breaking glass that could be heard from outside.  The portly lawman rushes forward, grabbing the man struggling with the barkeep by the collar and yanking him to the floor. Ulysses grunts in appreciation, turning back to the first ranch hand, who was crawling along the floor trying not to be seen. He was doing a poor job of it.

“Ulysses,” Stockdale shouts over his shoulder, “these men are disturbin’ the peace. I’m placin’ them under arrest, will ya help me escort them over to the holdin’ cells?”

The barkeep smirks as he leans over the man on the floor, yanking him up by the collar and pulling him toward the door of the saloon. “Sure, sir, let’s take a walk.”

Stockdale grunts, heaving the drunk to the right out the swinging door, and the man yelps and rolls into the street, groaning in the mud as the sheriff stalks out of the saloon and down the two stairs leading to the lane. Ulysses follows, dragging the second man out with his hands under his shoulders, finally, the man had stopped struggling.

This is the scene you come across as you pace the lane from your cabin toward the front door of McCluskey’s Saloon, “Sheriff?”

Stockdale looks up from the man suspended underneath his boot.  “Missus Shaw, mind you these gentlemen who are gonna spend the night sleepin’ off their rudeness.”

You roll your eyes, giving Stockdale and Ulysses a wide berth as they gathered the two men as best they could to drag them toward the small jail built into the hill. “You boys need help?”

Ulysses grins, looking up from the ground where one of the men lies. “No ma’am, but we just shoulda had you handle them in the first place, they’d run toward the hills before dealin’ with you.”

He stoops down on one knee, grabbing the drunk by the waist and heaving him over his shoulder. The inebriated ranch hand glances up at you, barely making eye contact before laughing, suspended in midair.

“Oh, s-this the town whore? H-How much to warm my bedroll tonight?”

The sheriff backhands the man across the face, knocking him silent. “Ain’t no one talk about Missus Shaw like that, you damned louse,” Stockdale shunts the second man onto his shoulder, and grasps the clinking skeleton keys on his belt, “C’mon, Ulysses, no more disturbin’ the peace from these sorry sons-of-bitches.” He tips his hat to you, “Ma’am,” and manhandles the other drunk behind Ulysses, dragging him in the mud toward the small stone jail at the edge of the hill.

“Startin’ early, I see.” 

You place your hands on your hips, turning your head back toward the saloon. Amos stands at the door, a lit cigarette between his lips. You shake your head, “Let’s hope that wagon train they told us about is a bit less rowdy.”

Amos grunts in agreement, dropping the cigarette to the floor and crunching it under his boot. 

—

“Christ, did’ya buy enough potatoes?” 

Ulysses wipes his hand down his face in exasperation, “That’s the last time you let Amos go on a supply run by hisself, Mister Shaw. The fool don’t know anything bout meal that don’t come out of a can!”

A giggle escapes before you can slap a hand over your mouth. Ulysses and Frederick, on either side of the large table in the back room of the saloon turn to you.

Your husband glares, “I don’t know why you’re laughing, dear, you’re the one who's gonna have to peel all these up.”

“Well then, I best be gettin’ to work, and hope that this wagon train is hungry.” You reply cheekily, reaching for the paring knife on the table and a potato from the heaping pile spilled out between the men.

Ulysses turns and waves his hand backward in dismissal. He grabs a bottle of whiskey from a shelf and moves back to the saloon floor. “Potato soup with a side of potatoes, gonna be a real hit around here.”

Frederick shakes his head, sighing before rubbing at his temple with one hand.

“Oh come on, it’s all in a little fun. I’ll make sure I go with Amos next time he goes to Valentine. I still haven’t been up there.” You laugh, trying to assuage your husband’s stress.

He cracks a smile over thin lips. “Amos could use some guidance …- ”

“Amos could use some babysitting …” you interject, pointing the knife’s edge at him in jest for a second before you return to peeling a potato.

Frederick snorts, bemused. “You are the wisest woman on the face of the earth, Missus Shaw.”

You smirk back at him, one eyebrow raised, “Course I am, someone has to run this town.”

“Hey, Mister Shaw! Wagon train’s here!” Ulysses yells from the front, “Amos, get your ass back there and help Missus Shaw with the cookin!”

“Shit,” Frederick mutters, pulling a pocketwatch from his vest, “sun’ll be down shortly too. Didn’t expect them this quick.”

You toss the peeled potato into a bucket of water, reaching for another one. “It’s fine. Give the boys a drink and we’ll have a pot of soup ready within the hour. It cooks fast. Get Amos back in here peelin’ spuds and I can get it out even quicker.”

Frederick nods, moving toward the door, “Amos, c’mon and help Ruth out!”

You smile to yourself, peeling the brown skin from the potato with the knife in your hand. It falls to the table in neat ribbons. By the time you have peeled your fourth potato and thrown it into the bucket, you turn toward the door, wondering where your help is. You sigh, placing the knife on the table and wiping your hands off on the apron tied at your waist.

Pushing through the door, you’re about to give Amos a piece of your mind until you enter the main room of the saloon. From behind the bar, you see that a large group of men have entered, spreading throughout the room, sitting at various tables, at the bar, and mulling about. 

One in particular stands in front of your husband. Frederick’s arms are crossed over his chest, which usually isn’t good. You catch Ulysses’s eye, who warily glances from you back to the large man in front of your husband.

“You Frederick Shaw?” The leader, a grizzled-looking man with black stains on his work jeans, eyed Frederick up and down.

“Yeah, how can I help you?” Frederick replies with a hint of skepticism in his voice.

“Misters Spence and Cornwall urge ya to reconsider their offer there, Mister Shaw.” The man drawls, hands resting on his belt, a holstered revolver barely in view under his leather jacket.

Frederick’s eyes narrow. “Misters Spence and Cornwall know my answer. And they know they can’t do anything legally to change my mind or take my land.”

The man in front of him snorts, running his hand through his scruffy beard. “Now, ya see here, Mister Shaw, that’s the wrong answer .” He nods to another man over his shoulder, a large brute of an oilman, with hard eyes and hands permanently stained black, “Hartley.”

The man named Hartley moved forward, a dark scowl on his face. He slams his palms on a circular table in the center of the room, grasping it, and throwing it over. Glass crashes and breaks on the floor as the tabletop splinters.

“Gents, I think Mister Shaw here needs come convincin’.” The leader laughs, as a few men fan out and start smashing chairs, overturning tables, and throwing glass against the wall and floors.

“That’s enough!” A voice booms from the swinging door.

Hilliard Stockdale stands in the doorway of the saloon, his recently polished badge bright on his chest. “By authority of the State of New Hanover, I order you to stop,” he drawls in a low, cold voice.

The men stop their destruction, eyes on the sheriff. The leader moseys, completely unconcerned, toward the middle-aged lawman.

Stockdale places his hand on his holstered revolver. “Now, you boys best be leavin’.”

“And you best know better than to quarrel with Mister Cornwall.”

The deafening roar of a gunshot pierces the air.  Within the confines of the saloon, it echoes loudly. Your hands move to cover your ears instantly as you scream, unable to silence yourself as the scene unfurls into chaos. The sheriff coughs, his hand slowly moving to his chest. He touched his sternum, pulling his hand back, covered in blood. He coughs again, blood sputtering from between his lips. Hilliard Stockdale’s eyes roll back as he falls to the floor. The world seems to move in slow motion.

You scream again, your hands trailing from your ears to your cheeks, your eyes wide with horror from your vantage point behind the bar.

You’re tackled to the floor, dragged below the bartop, and shoved down, a hand on the back of your head. “Ruth, c’mon, come with me!” A harsh whisper in your ear. You turn your head slightly from the floor, seeing Ulysses hovering over you, his hand moving from the back of your head to between your shoulders, grabbing at the back of your shirt and pulling you toward the door to the back room. He lets go once you raise yourself to your hands and knees. You crawl toward the back room, remaining crouched to the ground until you reach the table you had just been working at. Pulling yourself up, you gasp, your heart racing.

“Y’alright? Miss Ruth?” Ulysses places one hand on your shoulder and the other on the small of your back. 

You nod, placing both of your hands on the table trying to catch your breath. Ulysses nods, grabbing a large butcher’s knife from the table, “You stay back here, Missus Shaw,” he says urgently as he moves back toward the floor of the saloon.

Glass breaking and wood smashing reverberated from the main room as you try to catch your breath, you slowly move around the table to face the door, grabbing at another knife as you hear men shout and raised voices from the other room.

The door bursts open and you hold the knife ahead of you, knowing that you would have to claw your way out of this situation.

“Ruth!” Frederick moves around the table as you lower the knife. His temple trickled blood as he grabbed a long fire iron from along the side of the wall. 

“What’s happening? Who are those men?” You yell, wide-eyed while still grasping the butcher’s knife.

“Ruth, get in the house and lock the door. There’s a rifle behind the wardrobe in the bedroom. Go now. ” Frederick orders, ushering you out the back door of the saloon. 

“But-!”

“ Now , Ruth, I mean it.”

“Frederick-”

 “ Calluna .”

You stop, knowing that this fight is over. Your nose crinkles as your eyes water. “Be careful.”

“I will.” Frederick grabs you, kissing your forehead, before pushing you out the door. 

You gather your skirts and run behind Amos and Ulysses’ cabin, hoping that the men outside the saloon don’t see you dart across the lane. You edge closer to the stone structure of the jail, hiding behind it. Ducking around the corner, you look at the group of men perched outside the saloon. There had to be fifteen of them, surrounding a wagon loaded with what looked like barrels. You just had to make it around the Sheriff’s office before you could sneak into your house.

Breathing heavily, you run towards the wooden building, hiding behind it. You hear a man inside, furniture moving, glass smashing. It's obvious that he’s looting the office. What does he have to fear now? Sheriff Stockdale lies still on the saloon floor, bleeding out into a puddle.

From the back of the sheriff’s office, you steal the last few meters to your cabin, wrenching open the back door and locking it. You rush to the front window, falling to your knees to hide yourself as much as possible and still have a vantage across the lane to the saloon.

There have to be fifteen men, several of them standing on the saloon’s porch, mulling about. You look at their wagons further down the lane, closer to the riverbank. Three wagons were full of what looked like barrels, painted blue. Two men pull a barrel out from the wagon, walking it together back toward the saloon and the men’s cabin.

They set it down against the wall of Amos’ cabin, one man brushing the other one back as he pulls a matchbook from his jacket. He kicks the bottom of the barrel before taking several steps back. Lighting the match, he flicks it toward the barrel, which ignites with a burst of flame, and the cabin’s wooden frame catches alight. You gasp, dread pooling in your stomach as you watch several of the men unloading the blue barrels from the wagons, walking them toward different buildings.

You squint to look clearer at a barrel placed on the saloon’s porch, and can barely make out the name CORNWALL stamped on the wood. This wasn't happening. You had heard that Leviticus Cornwall was pushy, but this? Arson, murder?

Where was Frederick? Amos? Ulysses? Were they all still in the saloon?

Another barrel is lit, and you can see out the edge of the window that the Sheriff’s office next to your cabin is ablaze.

Shouts bring your gaze back to the saloon, where the door bursts open and two men drag Ulysses out, throwing him to the ground. He struggles to get up, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, as one of the men kicks him back into the mud, laughing.

One of the men pulls Ulysses up by the collar with one hand, the other one unholstering the revolver from his belt.

Again, the world seems like it moves in slow motion as the man points his revolver at Ulysses’ head and pulls the trigger.

You barely cover your mouth as you scream. Ulysses’s body hits the ground, lifeless.

There’s little time to mourn, as one of the rough men outside the door hears the noise through the window, making unfortunate eye contact with you before you duck underneath the window frame, your hand covering your mouth as you edge on hyperventilating.

“Why Miss, don’t you want to let me in?” The man yells, pulling hard on the locked door, “Darlin’, please!”

You hear laughter as you rush away from the front door and into the bedroom, throwing the door closed behind you. Rounding around the room, you push hard against the wardrobe in the corner of your room, pulling out a rifle from behind it. Glass breaks in the background.

You jerk back the bolt of the rifle as you raise it toward the door, cursing yourself for all the times Amos offered to show you how to shoot and you brushed him off. Expecting the door to be broken down, you aim the rifle at the door, squinting with one eye, ready to shoot whoever came in. You didn’t expect the glass to break on your side. You scream, nearly dropping the rifle, and throwing yourself to the floor. The bedroom window glass has been broken out by a flying object.

You look along the floor and curse, realizing that the window had been broken out by a bottle of whiskey wrapped with a burning rag, flaming across the floor. The rug along the floor immediately caught fire, and you jump to your feet, grasping the rifle and running toward the bedroom door back to the main area of the cabin. 

The door is hot, which you painfully learn by grabbing the metal handle. You yell, stumbling back, cradling your hand as you drop the rifle to the floor. Black smoke starts to creep under the door, along with the burning rug on the other side of the bed, the room begins to fill with smoke as the fire spreads quickly. You back into the far corner, coughing as you slide to the floor as the flames grow.

The heat, blazing, suffocating, choking  - you’re curled up in that corner of the room, shielding your face from the fire that surrounds you. It is deafening, the sound of the wooden cabin alight. You cough against the thick and hazy smoke, unable to see, unable to breathe, unable to escape. What used to be a post of your bed falls a few feet in front of you, exploding into sparks as you scream, trying to pedal yourself back against the wall.

“Frederick!” You yell again, hoarse, praying that your husband could hear you, but in the pit of your stomach, you knew neither he nor anyone else could. You throw yourself to your stomach, pulling yourself on your elbows against the wall, you had to get out .

A low-pitched groan of breaking wood was the only warning you received as one of the rafter beams collapsed to the floor. You were barely able to cover your head before the piece of the beam crashed down, knocking the wind from your lungs as it pinned your upper body to the ground. You scream, a hoarse, cursed sound, as you try to pull yourself out from underneath it, for not only was it trapping you, but embers chipped away at the wood, so hot against your shoulder.

It was too much. The heat, the smoke, the pain, the violence. This was it, this was where you were going to die, burned to death in the house you built, as the town of your design burned along with you. Your eyesight starts to fade in and out as you cough, trying to dislodge yourself again, in vain. Your shoulder hurts so much, it's so hot, why won’t it stop ? Above the roar of the fire, the groan of wood breaking, the sounds of dreams dying, you swear you could hear your name.

“Ruth!”

It must be a dream, you must be dying. The weight lifting from across your body must be the sweet release from these earthly bounds.

“Ruth! Ruth, come on, say something.”

It was Frederick, pulling, yanking, grasping at you.  Blood cakes the side of his face. You feel, rather than hear, the scream that escapes your lips as your husband grasps your shoulder to pull you from under the charred piece of wood.  His hand pulls away quickly, but you feel his arms wrap around your ribcage under your arm, he throws that arm across his shoulder. He pulls you up, attempting to walk you along the wall. 

You stumble, and Frederick winds his hands around your waist and he heaves you over his shoulder, you moan in pain as he moves quickly through the remains of the house, kicking the back door open and stumbling to the rear yard, coughing as he sinks to one knee to let you down from his shoulder. Another set of hands grabs you, pulling you as you trip and stumble on unsteady feet.

You hear Aethon scream in the background, the horse’s hooves hitting the ground hard in agitation.

“Darlin’, Ruth, come on, up you go.”

“A-Amos?”

You’re heaved up, hands pushing and pulling as you groan in pain, barely able to keep your eyes open. You’re barely able to stay upright, tipping backward.

“Ruth, love, stay with me.” 

Frederick’s voice is soft in your ear, and you are jostled forward again, but you feel his arm wrap around you as he pulls you back, against him. 

You’re atop the damned horse, and with a sudden burst of energy, you jerk back to awareness. Frederick is in the saddle behind you, Amos tries to steady and calm Aethon as the horse stomps angrily. You gaze past the paddock, where smoke and flame reflect as far as you can see. Your cabin, the store, the sheriff’s office. The saloon. All of Limpany burns before you.

“Go, Mister Shaw, I’ll be right behind you,” Amos yells, backing away from Aethon and moving toward his own horse across the paddock.

A gunshot pierces the night and Aethon rears with a scream. You groan as Frederick pulls hard on the reins, his arm clenching you hard to him as he tries to keep you both from tumbling off the large work horse. Frederick curses loudly, digging his spurs into Aethon’s sides and pushing the horse to move, breaking through the gate of the paddock and into a gallop toward the road on the riverbank.

“Amos…” You trail off into a moan, your hands trying to hold onto Aethon’s mane to steady yourself. Fortunately, Frederick’s hold on you is steady and strong.

"Amos is dead, Ruth.” He grits out, digging his spurs into Aethon again, pushing him faster, harder. A pained sound escapes you, and every jolt of the horse’s gait goes right to your shoulder, bursting in pain, pain, pain.

Your eyes roll back- Surely, this must be a nightmare. Surely, this must be a terrible dream. One you’ll wake from and Limpany will be as it was this morning, bright and full of the promise of the future. 

“Ruth-!”

Unconsciousness steals you like a thief in the night.

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Entwined

Unfortunately, I am here to stay in the Kyuranger hole. It’s still a meh series but listen after I read these headcanons by @toku-imagines about his stupid lil tail...I had to write. I had to fucking write.

Warnings: I suppose this can be seen as either romantic or platonic? Haven’t figured that out yet

‘He’s doing it again,’ came your inward little murmur. 

It’s in the corner of your eye and you cannot miss it, not how it darts back and forth, to and fro, crafting unsure arcs within the air - a comet that never reaches its destination and never finds its home. Inwardly you wonder and ponder, why was he acting like this?

Stinger never spoke often about his past, his home, his family, his people. There was always this painstakingly obvious welts within his eyes that threaten to spill or explode within his ducts. They would backfire and he would clam up. Sometimes he speaks fondly of his people and those are the days you see these twinkling little dribbles of acid from his eyes; of longing, of sorrow, of a home he can only visit within his dreams. 

This had something to do with it, you just knew.

How to approach it, however, was a different story altogether. 

“Hey Stinger?” you call out to him one hour within the Orion, and he glances up from his tablet, his tail darting quickly under the safety of his jacket, hidden away like the rest of his emotions - locked, key carelessly tossed into the void.

“Yes?” he glances up at you, brows furrowed and his ears tinged the lightest of cosmic pinks. He isn’t truly looking into your eyes, past your gaze and into the wall beside you. “What is it?”

The vacuum of silent space steals the air from your lungs, tongue drying up and voice box pierced by the same point of a scorpion’s tail. But there is no turning back now.

“Why does your tail tend to move whenever I’m around you?”

Stinger pauses, his cheeks slowly blooming with an unlucky red. You see movement under the leather, and then a familiar belt-like structure around his waist; burnt orange and tight, not restricting his flow of air but a secure sensation against his stomach. He’s almost inwardly shrinking upon himself, with fear and sheepishness encased upon his normally emotionless face.

Oh, oh no.  What did you do?

“I-I’m sorry if I offended you or anything, Stinger, I swear, I’m not mad at you or anything.” you wave your hands around rapidly, terrified by the prospect of offending the alien and the panic began to fully settle into your chest as he flinches away from you, further downcasting his eyes. “I-I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I just wanted to ask because you looked troubled...”

The silence is deafening, further thudding in imaginary agony within your eardrums. 

“I...” slowly he squeezes his tail a tad bit tighter around his form, a hug, an embrace. You swear you could see the stinger itself quiver. “I am comfortable around you.” he starts off with these almost quiet words, barely heard above the roaring desert storms. “Amongst my people, when we become comfortable with someone, we wish to wrap our tails around them.” as he speaks, the orange mass slowly uncoils from his waist, hanging loosely at his side. “Where it wraps around, signifies their closeness to us. Wrapping tail around tail is meant for family or intimate partners. Around the waist is similar to a hug and can be used between comrades. Tails around hands is similar to that gesture.”

You fall silent, sitting in the chair across from him, “So...the reason why you’ve been doing that with your tail is...”

Stinger doesn’t look up at you, glaring and boring holes further into the telson. You watch as his cheeks slowly brighten. “I...am comfortable around you, and on instinct...I wanted...” the final words doesn’t leave his lips, letting silence reign and poison his lungs once more.

“That explains a lot...” you whisper out after beats of emptiness, smiling softly before holding out your hand to him, watching as his eyes widen and glance between you and your palm. You only smile the gentlest of smiles, your palm upturned and a lazy sort of gesture. You can always retract it, but you can see his tail rise just slightly. “I would be honored to.”

“Are you not scared?” he points the tip of his tail right at you, never coming too close to prick skin but merely similar to pointing a finger. “I could poison you.” “Never.” you answer back without as much as a pass of heartbeats. “I trust you, Stinger.”

There is a flash of hesitation in his eyes but slowly, his tail slinks and slithers towards you, wrapping around the palm of your hand first in a loose embrace. It’s warmth, a bracelet decorating your skin as it slowly coils and curls around your wrist. The needle is always pointed downwards, far far away from any sort of veins that could possibly be pricked. 

You could see his shoulders sag yet tense, and you merely inwardly smile. Your thumb reaches out to gently rub at the flesh, watching him jump lightly. “S-Sorry! I didn’t mean-” “It’s fine...” Stinger murmurs but the grip tightens just a bit more, never enough to constrict blood flow but enough to feel secure and safe and comfortable; a glove upon your arm. “It felt nice...”

You grin gently, further letting your thumb run over each and every segment of his tail and watching his shoulders seep and tension ebb and flow into the ether.

“Thank you.” “Huh?” You look up at him, watching as his face becomes even redder...which you never thought was possible. “For what?” “...For being patient.” 

You only chuckle, “You’re welcome. I like this. It feels nice.” you pause as you feel the touch slacken just a bit, almost like he was retracting himself. “You can do this more often, Stinger, I won’t mind.”

He perks up, even though he keeps his face neutral, betraying the thud of his heart. “Are...you sure?” “Positive.” 

The grip tightens once more, and a rare yet tender smile crosses his lips, a curve so elegant and free. “Then I will. Thank you.” a burden slides away from his shoulders, and he merely lets his tail rest against your hand, leaning back into his own chair and returning to glancing down at his tablet.  You could get used to this, honestly, seeing the sweet little grin to his lips as his tail is wrapped around your arm...

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    [Uladh]- Breaking in new boots was always a pain.

    But, for this particular pair, temporary blisters were worth the effect they had on emphasizing the shape of her calves and extending the length of her legs. The rest of the fit by comparison was simpler, though hardly conservative by any means. Tight black pants that tucked in neatly into the flared tops of the boots, a white blouse buttoned up just to the second button so the simple silver charm necklace could been seen resting against her collarbone. Cinched together with a leather belt at the waist.

    Admittingly she hesitated about the gloves, the black leather far too similar to loathed London and his funeral attire- but they paired so nicely with the shoes. Ah well, she’d take them off once she got to the meeting hall anyway. 

    To finish it all off, light makeup and red hair tied into a puposely messy side-plait that hung over her shoulder. All and all, she looked fucking hot if she said so herself. Perhaps after today’s meeting she could pursuade Arthur to hit the clubs with her, it was the least they deserved after all the shite they had to shovel this afternoon.

    It was with this confidence that she strode into the meeting hall, heading right for her assigned seat and purposefully not looking at Arthur save for a small side glance- the twinkle in her eye and hidden half-smile the only open greeting she could give while they interacted in the professional public. If Charles was there too... she didn’t care too much really but he got a nod in his general direction. Instead, she pulled her chair out with a bit more dramatic flare than was necessary and sat down, crossing one leg over the other at the knee, drawing attention to the boots in particular as she got comfortable.

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Dr. Mohit R Gupta, Director of Polo Gifts, presents an exclusive collection of TOMMY HILFIGER Small Leather products & Luggage’s. TOMMY HILFIGER is a renowned brand known for its high-quality and stylish leather goods, offering a range of products that cater to every need and style.

The collection includes a variety of items such as trolley bags, sling bags, ladies bags, backpacks, duffle bags, ladies wallets, belts, and gent’s wallets. Each product is meticulously crafted using the finest materials and craftsmanship, ensuring durability and style. TOMMY HILFIGER trolley bags are perfect for travelers who demand both style and functionality.

These bags are designed to withstand the rigors of travel while keeping your belongings safe and organized. The sling bags and ladies bags are stylish and versatile, ideal for everyday use or special occasions. For those who prefer a more casual style, the backpacks and duffle bags are the perfect choice.

These bags are spacious and practical, making them ideal for work, school, or travel. The collection also includes a range of wallets for both men and women, crafted from premium leather and featuring stylish designs. Whether you're looking for a stylish accessory or a practical travel companion, the TOMMY HILFIGER collection at Polo Gifts has something for everyone. Each product is a testament to the brand's commitment to quality and style, making them the perfect choice for the customer.

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The Finishing TouchHow the Right Accessories Can Transform Your Look

Picture this: you've meticulously selected your attire, each garment tailored to perfection. But wait, there's something missing—a touch of finesse, a hint of personality. Fear not, for the right accessories can transform your ensemble from ordinary to extraordinary.

Let's start with the basics, shall we? A classic timepiece, adorning your wrist with elegance and precision. Whether it's a sleek stainless steel watch or a vintage-inspired leather strap, choose one that speaks to your style and sophistication. Remember, gents, punctuality is key, but a well-chosen timepiece speaks volumes about your taste.

Next up, we have the indispensable accessory—the belt. Far more than a mere utility, a carefully selected belt can tie your entire look together. Opt for genuine leather for a touch of luxury, and pay attention to the buckle—it's the subtle details that elevate your outfit from good to great.

Ah, but let us not forget the power of eyewear. A stylish pair of sunglasses not only shields your eyes from the sun's glare but also adds an air of mystery and allure. Whether you prefer aviators, wayfarers, or classic tortoiseshell frames, choose a style that complements your face shape and personality.

And what of the pocket square, you ask? Ah, the pocket square—small in size but mighty in impact. Whether neatly folded or casually stuffed, a pocket square injects a pop of color and flair into your ensemble. Experiment with different fabrics, patterns, and folds to showcase your individuality.

Last but certainly not least, we have the pièce de résistance—the footwear. A well-crafted pair of shoes can make or break an outfit, so choose wisely. Whether it's a polished pair of oxfords for a formal affair or suede loafers for a more relaxed vibe, invest in quality footwear that exudes confidence and sophistication.

Remember that accessorizing is an art form—a subtle yet powerful way to express your personal style and elevate your outfits to new heights. So embrace the details, experiment with different combinations, and above all, wear your accessories with confidence. Until next time, keep curating.

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🎓✨ Stepping into Success: Graduation Outfit Ideas for Men! ✨🎓

Hey there, graduates-to-be and stylish gents! 🎩👔 Your big day is around the corner, and nailing that perfect graduation outfit is a must. Whether you're aiming for classic sophistication or a modern twist, we've got your back with some dapper ideas to make your moment shine! ✨

Timeless Elegance: 👔 A sharp charcoal suit – sleek, classic, and undeniably suave. 👞 Black leather oxfords for that polished finish. 👔 Crisp white dress shirt – the ultimate canvas for your success. 🎩 Don't forget a silk tie that radiates confidence! 🕊️ Optional: Pocket square for that extra touch of refinement.

Cool and Casual: 👕 Light-hued dress shirt – light blue or soft pink for an effortless vibe. 👖 Well-fitted chinos – comfortable and chic. 👟 Stylish sneakers or loafers for a relaxed yet put-together look. 🕶️ Throw on some shades for that laid-back charm. 🎒 A sleek leather backpack to hold onto your dreams.

Modern Mix-Up: 🧥 Navy blazer paired with gray trousers – a blend of classic and contemporary. 👔 A patterned dress shirt to add personality to your ensemble. 👞 Brown leather brogues for a touch of vintage flair. 🔗 Don't forget a coordinating belt to tie it all together! 🕊️ Accessorize with a minimalist watch – punctuality never goes out of style.

Stylish Rebel: 👕 Crisp white T-shirt – simple, bold, and effortlessly cool. 👖 Slim-fit black jeans for that rebel edge. 👟 Statement sneakers – let your feet do the talking! 🧢 Top it off with a snapback or dad hat for a casual twist. 💼 A sleek messenger bag to carry your achievements.

Cultural Pride: 🎩 Rock your cultural attire – a kilt, kurta, or dashiki, honoring your roots. 🌍 Embrace accessories that tell your story, like traditional jewelry. 👞 Complement the look with appropriate footwear – sandals, loafers, or moccasins. 💫 Your graduation day is a fusion of tradition and triumph!

Remember, it's not just about the outfit, but the confidence and pride you wear it with. You've worked hard to get here, so dress to impress and celebrate this milestone in style! 🎉🎓 #GraduationFashion #DapperGents #ClassOf2023

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Trendy Birthday Outfits Ideas For Men – 2023

Celebrating another year of life is cause for celebration, and what better way to stand out than in a fashionable ensemble? Bollywood actors, who seamlessly introduce new styles to the world, sparked a revolution in Men's Fashion in 2023. 

This article will provide some great ideas for men's birthday outfits in 2023 that will make you the center of attention, whether for a classic, classy appearance or a bold, edgy combination. Dive into this fashion world with me as we investigate the most current options for your big day.

The Stylish Gentleman                                                               

The dapper gent look is ideal for the man who values classic sophistication. The likes of Shah Rukh Khan, Ranbir Kapoor, Ajay Devgan, and Amitabh Bachchan served as inspiration for this timeless style for men’s clothing.  

Get started with a well-tailored dark-colored, three-piece suit, such as charcoal gray or navy blue. Dress to impress in a well-fitted white or pastel shirt, a tie, and a pocket square that complements the shirt's colors. 

Finish off the look with a sharp pair of leather Oxford shoes and a belt to match. Think about spicing up your outfit with some cufflinks and a wristwatch. On your special day, you will radiate elegance and poise in this sophisticated ensemble.

Smooth And Relaxed                                                                  

Model your birthday outfit in 2023 after that of cool, collected celebrities like Ranbir Kapoor and Varun Dhawan. The cool casual style is the pinnacle of ease and sophistication. To get started, find a pair of dark-washed or black jeans that fits you nicely. 

Wear them with a graphic T-shirt or a solid-colored shirt. Adding a fashionable bomber or denim jacket on top will complete the look. Put the finishing touch on your casual outfit by adding a pair of white sneakers or loafers. Wear fashionable bracelets to show your individuality.

Edgy And Experimental 

The edgy, experimental look is ideal for the man who wants to make a strong fashion statement. Bollywood stars such as Ranveer Singh and Ayushmann Khurrana are admired for their bold and original fashion choices. 

Unconventional patterns, vivid colors, and unique color combos are encouraged for this ensemble. Think of pairing a printed t-shirt or shirt with a fitted suit in bold, burgundy or electric blue. You can even try bold, colorful patterns for a funky look. 

Try out some bold accessories like a fedora hat, a buckled belt, or a unique pair of shoes. Don't be scared to express yourself through your clothing choice by mixing and matching different textures and fabrics.

Top 10 Birthday Outfit Combinations for Men in 2023

Classic Elegance 

Pair a plain white t-shirt with a tailored navy blue suit and a crisp white pocket square. Complete the look with brown leather Oxford shoes and a matching belt. This timeless ensemble exudes sophistication and ensures you look dashing on your birthday.

Relaxed and Stylish 

Combine a plain black t-shirt, light-wash denim jeans, and a black leather biker jacket. Add a pair of white sneakers for a casual yet stylish touch. This outfit is perfect for a laid-back birthday celebration while looking effortlessly cool.

Monochromatic Charm 

Create a sleek monochromatic look by pairing a plain white t-shirt with white trousers and a black blazer. Add black loafers and a matching belt to complete the ensemble. This outfit exudes modern elegance and is ideal for a sophisticated birthday soirée.

Pop of Color 

Add a vibrant twist to your birthday outfit for 2023 by pairing a plain-colored t-shirt with tailored trousers in bold red or cobalt blue. Complete the look with suede loafers in a complementary shade. This combination will make you stand out and exude confidence.

Denim Delight 

Pair a plain white t-shirt with distressed jeans and a denim jacket. Opt for contrasting shades of denim for a stylish look. Complete the outfit with white sneakers and accessories like a watch and a beaded bracelet. This outfit choice is effortlessly cool and versatile.

Tropical Escape

Pair a t-shirt with patterned shorts in vibrant colors and prints for a tropical-themed birthday party. Opt for tropical motifs like palm leaves or floral patterns. Complete the look with espadrilles or boat shoes. This outfit is fun and perfect for a beach or poolside celebration.

Casual Chic

Combine a colored t-shirt with slim-fitting chinos in a neutral color like beige or khaki. Add a lightweight blazer in a complementary shade and finish the look with suede loafers. This outfit perfectly balances casual and sophisticated, making it ideal for a birthday dinner or night out.

Athleisure Vibes

Combine a maroon or olive green t-shirt with black joggers and a sporty bomber jacket. Finish the look with white sneakers and a baseball cap for an athleisure-inspired birthday outfit for 2023. This trendy ensemble is comfortable and fashion-forward, perfect for a casual celebration.

Statement Layers 

Layer a plain round-neck t-shirt with a patterned button-down shirt, lightweight cardigan, or knit sweater. Pair it with tailored trousers and loafers. This outfit showcases your layering skills and adds visual interest to your birthday attire.

The Classic Duo

Sometimes, simplicity is key. Pair a plain white shirt with well-fitted dark-wash jeans. Roll up the sleeves slightly for a relaxed touch. Complete the ensemble with white sneakers or leather boots. This timeless combination is stylish and suitable for various birthday celebrations.

Final Thoughts 

Celebrating a birthday is the perfect opportunity to show off your style. Bollywood celebrities will inspire men's fashion in 2023, with a wide range of styles available to meet individual preferences. These clothing suggestions for your birthday will make you stand out.

Whether for a classic appearance, a casual and cool combination, or something more experimental, you can try whatever you like. Remember that self-assurance is the key to pulling off any look, so enjoy your birthday with stylish clothing that speaks to who you are.

With the versatility of plain t-shirts, you can create numerous stylish birthday outfits in 2023. From classic elegance to casual chic and experimental ensembles, there are endless possibilities to showcase your style. 

Remember to accessorize appropriately and confidently and wear your outfit to make a lasting impression on your special day. To get this dashing look, buy plain and oversized t-shirts from your trusted online store - Ciyapa. 

Original Source: https://www.ciyapa.com/blog/post/trendy-birthday-outfits-ideas-for-men-2023

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The Allure of Western Clothing: A Fusion of Style and Tradition

Western clothing has captivated fashion enthusiasts around the globe with its distinct blend of style and tradition. From cowboy hats to denim jeans, Western fashion has evolved over the years, influencing trends and wardrobes across cultures. This article explores the rich history, iconic elements, and enduring appeal of Western clothing.

Historical Origins: The roots of Western clothing can be traced back to the 19th century in the American West, where practicality and durability were essential. Pioneers, cowboys, and ranchers needed clothing that could withstand the rugged environment and demanding tasks. This gave rise to iconic pieces such as cowboy hats, boots, and denim jeans.

Iconic Elements:

Cowboy Hats: Symbolizing the spirit of the West, cowboy hats are synonymous with Western fashion. Crafted from felt or straw, these wide-brimmed hats offer protection from the elements while adding a touch of style.

Denim Jeans: Denim jeans revolutionized the fashion world with their durability and versatility. Originally designed for miners and cowboys, jeans have become a global wardrobe staple, representing rebellion, authenticity, and Americana.

Western Shirts: Characterized by pointed yokes, snap buttons, and embroidered designs, Western shirts are a distinctive feature of Western clothing. Made from sturdy fabrics like denim or cotton, they showcase the fusion of functionality and style.

Cowboy Boots: With their pointed toes, high heels, and intricate stitching, cowboy boots have become an iconic symbol of Western fashion. Originally designed for horseback riding, they now add a touch of rugged elegance to various outfits.

Influence on Global Fashion: Western clothing has transcended its regional origins and gained popularity worldwide, influencing fashion trends in different cultures. Elements like denim jeans and cowboy boots have been embraced and adapted by designers across the globe, creating a fusion of Western and local styles.

Western Fashion in Pop Culture: Western clothing has also left an indelible mark on pop culture. Numerous films, music genres (such as country music), and celebrities have embraced Western attire, further popularizing its appeal. From classic Western movies to contemporary fashion runways, the influence of Western clothing is visible in various forms of entertainment.

Contemporary Western Fashion: While Western clothing has a rich heritage, it continues to evolve and adapt to modern fashion sensibilities. Designers reinterpret Western elements, incorporating them into high-fashion collections and contemporary streetwear. Western-inspired accessories, such as fringe bags or leather belts with intricate buckles, remain popular choices for adding a touch of Western flair to any outfit.

Western clothing, with its distinctive style and timeless appeal, has transcended its humble origins and become a global fashion phenomenon. From the iconic cowboy hats and denim jeans to the rugged charm of cowboy boots, Western fashion continues to influence and inspire designers, celebrities, and fashion enthusiasts worldwide. Its fusion of tradition, functionality, and style ensures that Western clothing remains a captivating force in the ever-changing landscape of fashion.

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Mood: I Can Buy Myself Flowers and Treats at SM Megamall!

Posted by SM SUPERMALLS

4 February 2023

We’ve got the perfect destination for indulging in self-love, too. Here, we’ve zeroed in on the sweetest treats you can find and access at SM Megamall so you can MEGA-size your celebrations this szn of hearts, regardless of your relationship status. (Soak up more V-Day vibes from SM here!)

Scroll below for our sweet list!

Chill with a good flick

Where: SM Cinema Director’s Club | Located at 5/F Mega Fashion Hall

No date? No problem. Treat yourself to a solo movie trip and don’t scrimp on the comforts: At SM’s Director’s Club, you get access to plush leather seats, in-house butler service, and an exclusive menu just for guests. Some February picks for you: BTS Yet to Come, Spellbound, and Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania.

Catch movie schedules and book your tickets here. You can also win SM gift cards that you can use at SM Cinema (good for the whole barkada!) by answering our V-Day movie quiz.

Get bejeweled

Where: Pandora | Located at UG/F Megamall Expansion Building.

PSA to all the single ladies and gents: Don’t wait for a bae to put a ring on it and just do it yourself! There’s plenty to love from Pandora’s Valentine’s Collection—a.k.a. bling that are pretty reminders that true love starts from within. Some of our favorites: the Sparkling Wave Ring (get one or all colors!), Pandora Moments Studded Chain Necklace and Bracelet, and the Two-Tone Padlock Splittable Heart Charm.

 

Satisfy your sweet tooth

Where: Gram Café and Pancakes and Apéritif Cafe

Located at 3/F Mega Fashion Hall (Gram Café) and 3/F Megamall Building A (Apéritif Cafe)

Sit down and enjoy your own company while savoring the sweetest treats—at an IG-worthy café, no less. You can’t go wrong with a stack of Premium Japanese Pancakes, ₱385, from Gram Café, famous for their fluffy, melt-in-your-mouth goodness. Or you can head on over to Café Aperitif to get your fill of European treats—from Italian coffee made with Sicilian beans to creme brulee cups, gelato, and cakes. Don’t forget to grab one of their signature graze boxes to go!

 

Turn up the self-care

Where: Bangs Prime Salon | Located at 5/F Megamall Building B. Contact via (+63) 908-819-6204 or (+632) 8721-3493

Be the star of your own K-Drama—leading man/lady optional. Get a new haircut at the country’s leading Korean hair salon, Bangs Prime Salon by Tony and Jackey, and watch your life unfold like your favorite romantic series! Haircut prices range from ₱300 to ₱1,500, while hair color starts at ₱1,500. Visit their website for the complete list of services and to book an appointment.

 

Go on a (guilt-free) shopping spree

Where: Mango, Pull & Bear, Sunnies Face 

Located at 2/F Megamall Building B (Mango); 2/F Megamall Building A (Pull & Bear); and 3/F Mega Fashion Hall (Sunnies Face)  

Give in to your whims and spend your hard-earned money on things that spark joy! You won’t run out of style options from Mango and Pull and Bear, whether you’re looking for trendy ensemble or a timeless piece. Don’t forget to make a beauty stop at Sunnies Face and stock up on cult-favorite makeup like their Fluffmatte lippies.  Shop our V-Day-ready picks here: Pocket tweed jacket, P5,995, and Button shirt dress, P3,295, Mango; Casual chunky sole trainers, P1,995, and Double zip belt bag, P1,295, Pull and Bear; Fluffmatte in Major, ₱445, Sunnies Face.

Take yourself out on a fancy date

Where: Astons Specialties Philippines I Located at 4/F The Atrium

Table for one, please! Make a reservation at a restaurant you’ve always wanted to try and order all the best food. Our reco: Go for a filling meal at Singapore-famous steakhouse Astons Specialties Philippines, now here in Manila. Order a medium rare steak—try their Prime Sirloin, ₱1,099, or the Prime Ribeye X'tra Cut, ₱1,699—and pair with a glass of wine for a truly festive meal.

Go ahead and buy yourself flowers

Where: Holland Tulips  | Located at UG/F Megamall Building A

Pull a Miley and go out and buy yourself your favorite flowers—because why not? Make it an event by really planning your bouquet: Scour Pinterest for inspo, pick out the blooms yourself, and take your time creating a beautiful arrangement that’s worthy of you. Whatever it is that makes you happy—do it. Because (if we haven’t told you enough today), dasurv mo yan. Want more ideas on how to treat yourself with love and live your best life? Stay updated on the latest news and mall happenings by checking out the What’s New section of the new SM Supermalls website and don’t forget to follow us on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Be sure to check out the mall entry guidelines and updates on mall hours here before dropping by.

You can also shop via the SM Malls Online app or call the SM Customer Care hotlines via 8876-1111, 0917-876-1111 or 0908-876-1111 for pickup and delivery options. 

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3-Justified Explanation Buying Only Italian Leather Bag for Men

Whenever you are about to buy a leather bag for men, make sure to buy only men’s Italian leather bags.  Italian leather is famous for its luster, durability, scratch resistance, and wear and tear-resistant features. Over the top, Italian leather is vegetable tanned. Thus, it goes very long than anyone can expect. Even, it is very easy to maintain. So, if your man is asking for a leather bag from you, go for Italian leather bags undoubtedly.

Choose Italian Leather Bags for Men

Not only durability, appearance, and/or sturdiness but also there are many more that indulge every sophisticated man to buy an Italian leather bag. Want to know the reasons? Let us dive deep with us.

1. Ample Choices: Italian leather bags for men are not limited to office bags or laptop bags. You can find a hell of a lot of options when you tend to shop for Italian leather bags for your man or boyfriend. You can easily options in Italian men’s leather bags. These are

Concealed carry bag

Regular backpack,

Overnight backpack

Vertical backpack

Medium to slim briefcase

Overnight Bag for men,

Small to medium messenger bags

Duffle bags

Crossbody bag

Belt pack bag

You would easily find the right Italian leather-made bag for your men.  

2. Economical: The word economical might sound ironic to you. But if you think deeply then you can understand the real meaning of it. When you buy it, it would be a bit heavy on your wallet. But, with time it seems economical. Because the one-time investment in Italian leather-made bags for gents will go on for a long time.

3. Pristine: Italian leather always ensures premium and pristine quality. Hence, when you carry it, you would be identified among the crowd just for your Italian leather bag. Is not it something royal you look for?

Endnote,

So, if you have a big budget to buy a classy bag for your man, go for men’s Italian leather bags. It will do justice to your hard-earned money.