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EPISODE 01 : Start your engine

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DIRECTORS CUT : first episode children, better get soome snacks and a drink, and i highly reccomend looking at the masterlist, aisha's profile and the porsche f1 team links, since they will explain everything. It is also recommendeed you first read the trailer, which is once again found on the masterlist below.

Masterlist · 🪷 Aisha · 🪷 Porsche F1 Team · 🪷

The opening credits of the series begin to play, revealing bold block letters reading,

“Bahrain 2025”

And in the background, the black fades to reveal an aerial view of the landmark circuit, a staple of the history that defines Formula One. As the shot zooms in, we see the morning mist rolling over the grey, freshly re-laid tarmac of the track leading up to the garages of each of the 10 teams, most of them shutdown and blocked away from prying eyes. Though, as the camera moves forward, the view widens and we can see at the very end of the line, the Porsche garage emitting a yellow glow.

The acrylic entrance leaks hues of gold whilst we finally approach the opening where we see Aisha jumping in place, a set of Bose x Porsche headphones sat on her ears, the white body and metallic automobile logo on the muffs bouncing with her movements.

She looks up from her focussed point beneath her, facing the camera that zooms in and captures the determined flare within the pools of her eyes.

 The music, already beginning its powerful bass bursts, dims and briefly we can hear her laboured breathing as she stretches her hands above her and unzips the tight athleisure jacket that she had worn previously for warmth. The adidas logo crumples as she throws it away, revealing a cropped sports bra, white with grey stripes at the sides containing an embroidered Porsche logo on her left breast.

Soon enough, the music comes blaring back and the camera merely turns to follow her body as she begins to run away from the safety of her team enclosure. The scene ends with her exiting the shot, running down the initial straight of the first ever track she will race as a formula one driver.

“Aisha, what drives you in the world of Formula One?” A deep, cryptic voice off camera asks the driver sitting in shot. She smiles menacingly and leans back against her seat, her hands planted on her elegantly crossed legs as she adjusts the low cut, ‘V’ collar of her waistcoat, the colour matching the iconic Porsche guards�� red, of the rest of her risqué pantsuit.

“What drives me?” She chuckles, a low, raspy amusement that reverberates against the stormy backdrop behind her, “The competition, the domination, it runs in my blood;” She leans forward, as if the camera crew were privy to her obvious need to achieve. Aisha’s thin, golden bangles on each of her wrist’s jingle as she goes to adjust her volumous hair, “it’s not about the winning, it’s about obliterating the finish line.” She shrugs nonchalantly, despite the aggressive competitiveness that crackles in the air.

The voice chuckles at her threatening demeanour, yet continues, “Some media outlets commented on your driving style, since F2 and F3. They say it’s violent. What’s your response?”

Aisha bites her lip, thinking on the best way to diplomatically answer the question, despite her need to curse the people who doubted her.

Instead, she sighs with faux disappointment and her wide, mascara rimmed eyes move down to her rouge and gold nails whilst one of her fingers comes to slip beneath the platinum stud that sits comfortably on the left of her nose.

“Violent?” She asks, her voice barely above a murmur, “They could’ve been more descriptive.” She rolls her eyes once before inhaling, “Try...relentless. When I’m on track, behind the wheel, it’s war. And I aim to be the last one standing, if you can’t get with the program, move out the way. Cause I’m here to win.”

Her promise of no mercy is palpable as she shifts minutely in her seat, tapping her nails against one another whilst waiting for next question.

“What about the rest of the grid?” The interviewer prompts, treading carefully with his words, “Any words for them?”

Aisha scoffs under her breath, uncrossing her legs and flipping over the golden dainty necklace that rests within her exposed cleavage, the glinting logo of her team catches the light whilst she adjusts herself.

“Why words? They’ll know what I’m here for when I pass them. They’ll feel it, the fear, the resignation. I’m a whirlwind, all they can do is get swept up in it, this season, I am not racing against them, their teams or even their car; I’m racing against their hatred of losing to me.”

She smiles at the camera, eyes crinkling at the sides as her nose scrunches, a pure juxtaposition to the threat that peeled out of her mouth like scalding, hot water.

“Before we end. For your fans, what do you want them to know?”

“Hold on for your life, they’re about to witness history on the track. Cause I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to fuck shit up.” Aisha grins wickedly and laughing loudly at the flurry of reactions off camera from the crew that stood behind the myriad of wires.

Three different scenes are overlayed one another, the first being of Lewis Hamilton, giggling at someone off screen before focussing his large doe eyes onto the interviewer who also sat behind the large camera.

The second being 3X world champion Max Verstappen, who sits heavily onto the provided stool and sips at the can of the sugary energy drink in his hand, Max stared at the camera, a bored sheen coating his crystalline blue irises as the third, and final driver’s scene overtakes his.

This time Charles Leclerc enters the identical set, the Ferrari golden boy had narrowly escaped his fans-who’s screams of joy could be heard in the background as he waved a final time and pocketed a bright red, branded Ferrari pen whilst sighing, glancing around haphazardly.

“Lewis”

Hamilton perks up at his name, smiling serenely, prompting the interviewer to continue.

“The world of Formula one is ablaze about new entry, Aisha Patel. Do you think, as a seasoned professional, she has what it takes to compete?”

Lewis whistles lowly, leaning back against his seat and wraps his arms around himself, “Damn- starting strong huh?” He snorts once before re-adjusting his posture, “Y’know, we’ve heard of her up here. And she’s talented, but obliterating F3 and F2 does not directly auto-translate to domination on our track.”

“Is that scepticism that I hear?” The interviewer chases after the hesitation in the driver’s voice, like a dog after a juicy bone.

“Call it...” Lewis arches an eyebrow as he mulls over his words, “Healthy cautiousness. I’m waiting to see how she handles the pressure after the lights go out.”

“Max”

Max hums lazily, as though he had one too many bubbling seltzers that sat, pristine on the refreshments table, “Yeah?”

“Aisha Patel.”

Max clenches his jaw at the sound of her name.

“She’s said to rival your aggressiveness on track, what are your thoughts on her joining your world?”

Max scoffs at the seemingly preposterous statement, “What about her? She’s aggressive, so what? It’s skill that matters here in the big leagues. Give a baby a steering wheel to a supercharged car, that’ll be aggressive. I’m not holding my breath for her. “

“That sounds like someone who’s threatened?” He probes the already on edge driver.

“A threat?” Max chortles as if someone had offered him a mere penny for his thoughts, “I haven’t been threatened since kindergarten. I’ll let her have her try at the status quo, take one for the team and all.”

“Charles”

The alarmingly red adorned man tilts his head inquisitively at the interviewer, his gentle smile popping his dimples.

“Miss. Patel has been said to be relentless on track, throwing caution to the wind. Your thoughts on her violent debut?”

Charles hums as he nods his head, “It’s nice to see fresh blood on track, bonne, she’s certainly caught people’s attention. Let’s see if she’s all bark and no bite.” He mummers the French praise before shrugging at the end of his sentence.

“You’re excited to compete against her?”

“Of course- who wouldn’t be? New team, new driver. The more varied the sport, the more interesting.” He answers neutrality laced into his words, despite the excited glint in his eye.

“Thank you for your insights.” The interviewer thanks the men in their tapes, each of them reciprocating with equal politeness.

“Of course,” Lewis grins and claps his hands, turning to start chatting once again as he dismounts from the chair, already walking away.

“No problem,” Max nods his head once, stepping down from his seat whilst receiving a fresh can of Red Bull.

“Cheers mate,” The camera captures Charles leaning forward to shake the interviewer’s hand whilst patting his shoulder, before detaching to go and talk to the gaggle of Ferrari personnel who had gathered within the filming shed.

The 2025 drivers had gathered onto the Bahrain track, the relentless mid-day sun beating down on them as a few of them had the pleasure of black umbrellas being held above them, whilst other’s held small hand-fans in the large palms, basking in the cool breeze that the battery powered trinket provided.

Aisha walked out, her racing shoes tapping against the tarmac as she made her way towards the others. A few Porsche employees trailed behind her, one of them stayed closer behind her, offering her a metallic, grey hand-held fan along with a chilled bottle of water.

“Thanks,” She murmured, brushing the hair that managed to escape her ponytail, “It’s fucking boiling.” Aisha complained, tugging at her fireproofs whilst another employee came up to her, patting her face with a setting powder as an attempt to dry her skin.

“Can’t really help it, love.” The media admin, Sarah, pointed out removing her focus from one of the jittery interns to the driver, “Now- you’re going to walk out, fans are going to see you. Are you sure you don’t want to hide your face right now?”

Aisha cracked open the bottle in her hand, having pressed the condensation coated plastic against her forehead long enough. She faced away from 2-3 people surrounding her to peak past the acrylic barrier, onto the track, where the rest of the drivers stood haphazardly scattered around the starting position boxes that had been freshly painted onto the concrete polymer.

“It’s fine, I think I’ve already heard all their opinions on me.” Aisha groaned, fanning her face again as she kicked a non-existent pebble beneath her toe, “What could go wrong?”

She peaked out again, like a tense meerkat, only to be surprised with her teammate, Pierre chatting with his former partner, Esteban Ocon. His racing suit was already zipped up fully as he basked in the fan’s unintelligible shouts and squeals, the thick, grey fabric stretched over his body nicely as the different sponsor logos morphed to the wrinkles and dents of the cloth.

“He’s already out there.” She hissed, “Making me look like shit.” Aisha banged the back of her crown against the wall that provided her with the much-needed shelter, from both the sweltering rays and the assessing gazes of the crowd above.

“Nonsense lovey.” Sarah assured her, picking at the hem of her fireproofs and pressing a few of the sweaty, stray strands of hair back into position, “Pedro’s just catching up with some friends.”

“Pierre.” Aisha corrected, pulling up her identical suit from hanging lowly from her waist to her shoulders, thankfully she still had time to leave it unzipped.

“Whatever.” She flapped her hand dismissively, “Baguette man isn’t doing anything you won’t have to.”

“Okay,” Aisha breathed out, keeping her lips taught and still as her rouge lipstick was touched up by another Porsche jersey adorned worker, “My helmet?” She looked around, patting herself, as though it would appear out of thin air.

Sarah looked around her surrounding, panicked, before snorting and pointing to the ledge behind the group, “There ya go babe.” She leaned past Aisha to knock on the head gear.

“I’m a mess,” Aisha whined, picking up her helmet whilst rubbing the glossy exterior with an open palm, she runs her fingers over her last name that’s printed on the back.

“A hot mess.” Sarah corrected her, hooking their elbows together whilst ushering forward the teenage interns next to them- their hands shaking with apprehension as they gripped the phones in their hands, the gadget recording each moment.

Aisha stilled slightly as her foot contacted the tarmac, the crowd already hushing with undivided interest on her mere shadow. She could feel anxious sweat begin to build up on the nape of her neck, flushing her face and glistening against her skin.

Finally, after a few minutes of inner turmoil, she allowed Sarah to guide her out within the crowd of other team’s media escorts and her fellow drivers. The grandstands erupted with chaos, the rushing of footsteps- scrambling to take the first photos of her in her debut, the unravelling of flags, the patriotic colours burning against the pristine plexi-glass barriers and multiple little girls shouting happily at her image.

Aisha forced a smile onto her face, the unexpected praise soothed her blushing ears as she waved up at the viewing boxes.

“Well, well. Nobody’s ever screamed like that for me.” A voice creeped up behind her, causing Aisha to whip around with a cautionary hand on her chest.

A cheeky grin greeted her, “Lando” Aisha breathed out, leaning to the side of his stature to acknowledge the rabid paparazzi behind of them with a tight-lipped nod.

“Hey,” He greeted her, bouncing on the balls of his feet and tapping the top of his helmet that sat squeezed between his arm and waist, “You nervous?” Lando tipped his head boyishly, his curls falling over his forehead, hazel eyes softening as he watched her.

“Not really,” Aisha lied, “do you need to pee?” She looked at him anxiously, watching as he stopped bouncing like a full bladdered toddler, and stood still. Lando chuckled under his breath and opened his mouth to answer, until he lurched forward under the weight of a heavy arm that hung from his shoulders.

“Little Lando Norris.” Daniel chuckled, rubbing his knuckles over the younger’s head, and snorted when Lando pushed his hand away stumbling out from his hold, “Already chatting up the newbie?” Daniel looks at Aisha with a smirk, “I think his pubes finally grew in.” He faux whispered, his voice gritty as he winked.

“I’m not chatting up anyone,” Lando smacked Daniel between the eyes before walking backwards, next to Aisha, “Just catching up.” He shrugged, side-eyeing her, gauging a reaction from her steely expression. Luckily, he got one, Aisha’s eyes widened slightly, her eyelashes fluttering to match her hearts faster pace as she slowly turned her head to meet his eyes.

“Catching up?” Daniel inquired, suddenly interested, “You guys know each other from before?”

“Yeah, we karted together.” Aisha crossed her arms over one another, before accepting a cold can of thumbs up from a staff member, “Still remember how he shit his pants.” She mumbled.

“I did not!”

“What the fuck.”

Both men exclaimed at the same time, Lando blushing a furious red and Daniel cackling loudly- leading to not only the attention from the other drivers that stood in a 200m vicinity but also Aisha snorting out her drink from her nose.

“I did not shit my pants.” Lando gritted out the last part, to stop prying ears of the other men approaching to become privy to his humiliation.

“You did though?” Aisha arched a brow at him, “I passed by you on the last lap, therefore winning-“ She poked her outstretched pinkie from her can into his puffed up chest, “And that made you so mad, that you shit your pants.”

“Oh god,” Daniel wheezed, taking support on his shorter teammate who had trotted up to join the conversation. Yuki scrunched up his face, tilting away from the force of the elder before looking at Aisha sympathetically,

“You excited?” He grinned slightly, showing off the gap between his front teeth.

“Definitely. How could I not be?” Aisha looked down at Yuki, shifting her weight slightly as an attempt to lower herself, “The crippling pressure? The thousands of viewers? The weight of both of my country’s on my shoulders?” Aisha blew a nonchalant breath from between her lips whilst waving her hand in front of her face, “No biggie.”

The three men stared at her, blank expressions on their face, one of them pressed their lips together, smacking them and creating an equally awkward “popping” noise for the group to bask in.

“I meant more like, the race and stuff..” Yuki mumbled, scratching the back of his head before yelping when Daniel smacked the nape of his neck, “But yeah, what you said works too, fo sho, no doubt, no doubt.” He corrected himself hastily.

“Fo sho?” A fourth voice chimed in, this time with a French lilt to his words, “Who’s got yuki talking like that?”

Aisha looked away amusedly from the smaller driver to the voice, her eyes widened at the blaring red that adorned the man in front of her.

“My period wasn’t due until after the race.” She commented, meeting the man’s intense gaze, “Are you here to ask if I’d like to continue watching?” She tilted her head innocently.

“Ah, I see.” He scrunches his nose at her, “You’ve got our baby Yuki talking like that.”

“Hey, fuck you man.” Yuki protested, throwing his arms up with a huff.

“I know you want to,” The seemingly french-man retorted back with a shameful wink,

“You wink like you’re trying not to cry.” Lando pointed out.

Aisha clapped her hands at her revelation, “That’s what it looked like!”

Lando shrugged, as though it was obvious.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m not here to start the next French revolution or whatever-“ She mumbled, holding out a polite hand as a civil greeting.

Though, she was not met with his acceptance immediately, instead the three men surrounding her grimaced and hissed through their teeth- Daniel shook his hand out like he had just burned himself. Aisha looked around, oblivious to the reason for their reactions and jolted her hand out to the man.

“I’m from Monaco,” He snarked, accepting her hand begrudgingly, “Not France.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” She shrugged in reply.

“Charles” he gritted out, squeezing Aisha’s hand tightly- a poor attempt to veil his distaste, “Charles Leclerc, Ferrari driver.”

“Really?” Aisha squeezed harder, taking a step back to roll her eyes over his bright red suit, “Couldn’t tell.” She snorted.

“Right, well” Lando coughed, reaching forward to peel away both of their hands simultaneously, “This was fun. Meeting new people.” He took Aisha’s hand in his but dropped it quickly when she looked down at their conjoined fingers. Lando coughed, the tips of his ears blushing a furious scarlet, before he shifted to glance at his oh-so-interesting boots.

Luckily, the situation was saved by one of the administration workers clapping their hands and speaking robotically into a megaphone, “drivers, please make your way to your positions.”

The seasoned drivers around her began to exit their conversations and walk towards the bleachers style setup at the start line of the circuit. At least 12 black, metallic chairs sat in a row behind a small plaque, displaying bold white font that detailed the circuit name and the iconic formula one logo sprawled along the edges of the display board.

“Didn’t need this fucking helmet.” Aisha hissed to herself, jogging to one of the Porsche employees that stood at the edge of the camera shot, handing off the piece of equipment, before making her way back to the crowd.

She zipped up her suit and removed the piece of elastic from her hair, letting the noir waves fall down her shoulders as she scanned the already in place men in front of her, thankfully Pierre waved at her and ushered for her to take place next to him, standing behind the pair of Mercedes drivers who were snickering at some joke the other had just told.

Aisha huffed, clasping her hands behind her waist whilst jerking her head side to side due to odd strands of hair tickling her eyes and nose, before she could exasperatedly wipe her face with her hand, a pair of fingers had come and brushed against her nose. Aisha minutely followed the soft pads across her cheek before trailing her gaze up to the origin, Lando met her eyes, his own irises blown out as his hand lingered by her cheek- his thumb twitching across her skin before he coughed and re-took his position.

“Thank you,” She murmured beneath her breath, neutralising her face against the onslaught of obnoxious camera shutters and piercing sun rays.

“No problem,” Lando nodded slightly, his eyes flicking back to her face, tracing her features with his shy stare, “You did great in qualifying, yesterday.” He hastily complimented.

Aisha tried to fight against the blush that made its way up her neck, “thank you,” she snipped, pressing her lips together as a futile attempt at hiding her girlish smile.

Lando huffed out a laugh, turning his neck to grin at her, “anytime.”

Finally, the pictures had come to a stop, and the long-barrelled cameras were packed away and the grid were herded to a large, open roof truck. Another admin worker trailed behind the last driver into the pen-like vehicle, stepping up the stairs to hang back from the railing after locking the gate, “everyone’s here?’ she asked, giving a once over the flocked in men, and woman.

“Aisha, you’ll be first to talk to Lawrence,” She met eyes with Aisha, who was already waving to the rowdy fans who had collected at the banisters of the grandstands, “And then it’ll be whoever’s closest.”

The lady nodded once when the drivers thanked her, then she caught Aisha’s gaze again and she smiled reassuringly, “See you guys around.” She waved and dismounted from the railing with a jump.

The large platform began to move as the truck silently hummed to life, Aisha moved from her comfortable position at the back of the area-leaning against the matte, black railing towards Lawrence who smiled excitedly at her approaching figure. As she knitted through the small groups of 3 drivers littered in her path, she continued to wave at the fans who shouted and screamed at each subtle view they managed to glimpse of her.

“Aisha! Hi!” Lawrence greeted her, offering his hand for her to shake and swivelled around to collect a microphone.

“Hello, hello.” Aisha grinned back, accepting the long piece of tech from him, comically rotating it in her hands observing the porous black material that had been painted with a flaring red to create the F1 logo.

“So, you’re finally here! The big leagues, and yesterday’s qualifying must’ve been very exciting.  We’ve all been so blown away with Porsche’s car, and your performance. P5 ! Amazing. Walk us through what you’re feeling right now?”

“I mean, it’s a confidence booster of course, qualifying top 5- but I think that along with that it’s proving to myself and other little girls like me that it isn’t about who you are, but what you can do, regardless of gender or background.” Aisha nods once, leaning her elbow against the railing to crane her neck around and take in the track that lay ahead of the speedily moving vehicle.

“It’s great that you can showcase your talent and inspire young minds, but with that said- there’s obviously a pressure that comes with entering such a male-dominated sport.”

Aisha stilled slightly, her eyes wide and unblinking for a beat, “I mean, there’s always going to be extra expectation on you when you’re breaking barriers. The way I see it, this is an opportunity to pave the way for future generation, so really, its fuels my success and goes to show that gender or race, doesn’t correlate to your ability on track.”

“Well said, and while we’re on the topic of your determination, whilst being in the spotlight almost 24/7 and the battles on track, how do you maintain focus? It must be overwhelming.”

Aisha chuckled, turning to look at the other drivers, a few of them had tuned into her interview not-so-subtle whilst others were still deep in conversation, “I mean, when you’re battling against jumbo sized toddlers, and then being put under the loving spotlight of the media, I agree, it can be pretty overwhelming sometimes. But then I remind myself, why am I here? What am I here to do? And at the end of the day, it’s just me, the car, and the track, so I really don’t mind it too much.”

She shrugged at the end of her sentence, flipping her hair over her shoulder before unzipping the thick race suit. Revealing her tight, fireproofs beneath, the Indian flag sat proudly on her shoulder whilst her team logo lay sprawled across her chest along with the sponsor logos littered across the rest of her front.

“You make it seem so easy Aisha,” Lawrence laughed, oblivious to the tension that had gathered in the young woman’s shoulders and the tightness of her eyes that had increased tenfold throughout their conversation, “Last question before I let you go, to all of  your young fans gathered here today-“ he pointed up to the bleachers that came into view on the straight that the truck was approaching, where multiple younger children stood, jumping in their spots as their Porsche hats bobbled on their heads, “-what would you tell them? Especially those who are most likely facing challenges in their racing journey?”

Aisha smiled serenely, imagining herself in the seats that sat so far away from her, what her younger self would long to hear to make her racing career just a little bit easier, “To all the younger dreamers, never let anyone else tell you your limits. They may say to stop, but you need to believe that you can keep going. Chase your passions relentlessly because if you do, then the only barriers will be the ones we allow ourselves to see. Keep fighting, because one day, you’ll see that you’re right where you need to be.”

“Wow” He sighed, hand on his heart, “That inspired me.” Lawrence laughed heartily, “Finally, maybe just a few words in your native language, now from what I know you spent at least 3 years living in India? For your education?” He looked at her questioningly, waiting for her response.

Aisha nodded happily, “Yes, I did! so you want a message in Hindi? There are so many languages in my country, but sadly I’m only fluent in Hindi, despite being Gujarati myself.”

“That would be great, please do.”

“Sabse pehle, main apne sabhi fans ko bahut saara pyaar dena chahti hoon. Aap log mere liye inspiration ho, aur main hamesha aapke saath hoon. Aap sabka support mere liye bahut important hai, aur thank you kehna chahti hoon.”

[First of all, I want to give a lot of love to all my fans. You are an inspiration for me, and I am always with you. All your support is very important for me, and I would like to say thank you.]

“Amazing, thank you so much Aisha,” Lawrence gently took the microphone away from her and offered a grateful smile before looking towards Fernando who had made his way towards the pair.

“No problem,” Aisha stepped away, patting the eldest driver’s back once before turning away and making her way towards Lando, who had already been looking towards her, waiting for her to approach him, along with Oscar and Logan who were engrossed in conversation.

The scene fades away from the three seasoned drivers and in the blackness another title appears, “RACE DAY” and following this the Porsche garage is finally revealed for the first time, much like the other teams the hard acrylic surfaces were decorated with the team colours and many engineers, technicians and workers were rushing around whilst other’s begaan to detach the hydraulic tubes from the cars in preparation for the first race of the season.

Before the first car revved up with anticipation, the halo was shown displaying the driver number and surname, “GASLY 10” and with that, the tubes were removed and the driver’s engineer pulled away, removing the iPad from Pierre’s gloved hands, allowing him to speed off towards his starting position.

The camera pans over to the second car that is yet to exit the garage, the driver within seemed to be hurriedly re-reading the car statistics, consuming that data over and over again, the scene rotates from the back of the car towards the front, where from beyond the middle column of the halo we get a glimpse of the large helmet following her heads sporadic movements, the Indian and British flag printed onto the front side of her head gear, peeped in and out of view as she handed away the tablet and she pulled on her gloves that lay waiting on the chassis in front of her.

With a confident thumbs up, she followed one of the Porsche employee’s guiding movements towards the other racers who sat in their cars, waiting for the start. Maintaining an even pace, she passed by the other cars, the exposed carbon fibre of Esteban’s Alpine in P10 and bright orange of Oscar’s McLaren in P7. She found her box waiting for her car as she pulled in and slowly removed her foot from the acceleration as she joined the grid in waiting for the formation lap.

The music faded away, to allow Aisha’s monologue to play over the still of the onboard camera, “This is it, I thought to myself, all the years of hard work and sacrifices have led up to this moment. This isn’t like F3 or F2-“ the live replay of the sleek interior of her F1 car is replaced by exhilarating moments of on track battles from her previous racing leagues, “- this is F1, where dreams are trampled on and shattered if you can’t keep up.” Her voice trembles slightly as we hear her take a deep breath in and the cars are overtaken with a new scene.

We see Aisha, in the same deep red sultry pantsuit, her side profile contrasted in the shadows as her chest rises and falls, “I remember the moment exactly, I told myself ‘Aisha, soak it in, the cheers and the feeling of other’s dreams, their expectations, cause it can make or break you.” She laughs incredulously at herself, “dramatic I know.”

“But it was electrifying, the whole thing, the thrum of the engines, the anticipation. I have never felt anything like it. But it’s everything I’ve trained for and everything I’ve wanted since I was little and racing go-karts.” Snippets of the raging, overwhelming sound of spluttering go-karts overtake the screen as one after another, we see young Aisha, drowning in an oversized sponsored uniform cut through the chequered ribbon.

“To the other drivers on the grid, it’s just the first race of the season, but for me, it’s my debut, it’s the first and only chance to prove that I’m meant to be here.” Aisha claps her hands, and the bursting flashes of her karting days cease, and we’re brought back to her, sitting in the tall stool, legs crossed over elegantly as she waves her heel back and forth, “The countdown began, and it’s lights out and away we go.”

The red lights above the Bahrain track fade away one by one, Crofty’s voice is matched with hers, and just as the sound of the engines crescendo, the scene ends.

“Right Lando- “

The young British man makes his way into the stool, wobbling slightly as he flails his hands before rocking back to stability. He lets out a relieved breath and crosses his arms over his chest, his fingers absent-mindedly playing with the golden, volt bracelet on his wrist the Luis Vuitton logo glinting in the light from his absent-minded movements.

“Hi, yes, I’m here.” Lando looked up at the interviewer, his eyes bouncing between the 3-4 different camera’s capturing him from odd angles, “Which-“he pointed at one of them, “-which one am I looking at?”

The interviewer laughed before leaning forward and tapping the lens of the middle-most camera, “This one.”

Lando breathed out, “great” before adjusting the pillowing fabric of his hoodie and stared straight into the glass barrel in front of him, “I’m Lando Norris, and I race for McLaren Formula one team.”

“We ehm we didn’t need that. It- it’s different from Drive to Survive,”

Lando cringed and rubbed the back of his head, causing the bracelet to ride up beneath the sleeve of his hoodie, “My bad- “

“Don’t worry about it, Now-“The sound of cue cards being shuffled could be heard, “Onto the first question, we’ve heard rumours about you and Aisha, especially during your karting days, care to elaborate?”

Lando sucks air through his teeth as he smirks, “Me and Aisha…” He looks down to his hands, fingers finding purchase on the angled charm of his bracelet, “We go way back, I mean, it was either me or her who were winning the races, she was,” He sighs heavily, his eyes starry as he looks back up to the camera, “She was, no, she is everything.”

“Can’t help but notice the bracelet that you have on, anything significant?”

“It’s symbolic, I guess?but nothing too big.” He shrugs it off, hiding away the jewellery from prying eyes.

The interviewer presses their lips together, humming whilst shuffling the cards once again, “Right, of course, but some fans have already started to notice that you and she are…close.”

“Close? We’ve always been close, it’s like electric with her, it’s hard not to be attached to her talent.” Lando smirks playfully, winking at the camera, “Karting with her was so intense, we pushed each other to the limit, and I will always hold her and those memories close to my heart.”

“Seems like obsession,” They laugh.

“Oh, it most definitely is, I mean, have you seen her?” Lando flourishes dramatically with his hands, as though the woman was sitting right next to him.

We are brought back to the first driver’s briefing of the season, mere days before the Bahrain Grand Prix, Aisha had just sat down next to Pierre and began to chat amicably with her new teammate, bouts of laughter erupting from the pair momentarily.

The camera pans from the bonding partners to Lando, still hiding his head between his palms in embarrassment, though from between his ringed fingers we see his emerald irises peeking through the gaps, staring thoughtfully at the enrapturing driver who was currently fiddling with the van clef, indigo bracelets that shimmered around her wrist.

Oscar, who was also curiously watching the woman jogged Lando, snapping the man out of his trance, “Mate- you’re drooling,” He poked his teammate’s cheek.

Lando slapped away the finger that prodded his face, “I am not.”

“Whatever you say,” Oscar hummed, turning his attention back to the administrator who was flipping through a few data filled papers, bringing their mouth closer to the bendable microphone. Oscar leaned into Lando, bumping their shoulders together, “Just be careful.”

Aisha breathed out a sigh, capping the black, matte Bulgari pen, slipping it into the awkwardly small purse that hung from her shoulder. She slammed the driver’s door of her car, having just finished a load of signing and smiling with fans, her main objective was to get through the security scanners peacefully.

“Hey stranger,” A voice came up behind her, tapping her arm.

“Lando,” Aisha tried to contain the quiver in her voice, “I thought you already got in.” She adjusted the neckline of her top, the tight sleeves hugged her shoulders and left her skin exposed to the warm sun.

“I did, I just needed something from my car and then I saw you,” He grinned at her, tapping his key card against the scanner, walking seamlessly through the rotating barrier, “You look like you’re about to walk a runway.”

Aisha laughed, tucking a straightened lock of hair behind her ear, “Thanks, you look…” Aisha assessed his outfit, a pair of light blue baggy, Levi’s and one of his own merch hoodies, “normal.” She cringed at her unnecessary honesty.

Yet, Lando just laughed and nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah- compared to you.”

Aisha continued to walk through the paddock, the British driver at her side whilst she waved to those personnel that passed by. She looked down at her own clothes, a neat, navy, off-the shoulder top that hugged her chest in all the right places was tucked into a grey mini-skirt, compliments of one of the many brand ambassadors of her team, the item was paired with a thin brown, gold buckled belt along with knee-high go-go boots.

“You could say that” She conceded, adjusting the golden Porsche chain that clung to her neck, “I was wondering…”

“Yeah?” Lando pocketed his hands.

“I you wanted to get dinner. For old times’ sake?” Aisha leaned forward on one foot, tilting her head hopefully before coming to a stop and waiting for his response.

Lando beamed widely, his eyes sparkling, “Definitely, I would be an absolute idiot to turn you down.”

Aisha blushed and looked down at the bracelets on her wrist, multiple layered golden chains which reflected light against her face in the most euphoric way, “Great, I’ll ju-“

“AISHA, oh my god it’s really her, AISHA!”

A shrill, young voice erupted from behind the pair, and a group of 3-4 young girls came running up to the pair. Aisha laughed to herself, plucking out the pen once more.

“Hello,” Aisha greeted the pre-teens who surrounded her, two of them dressed in a signature papaya orange whilst the other two sported metallic, silver Porsche merch, “You guys look so good!”

She accepted the hats and odd poster that the girls shyly handed her, “We’re so excited to see you race! You’re the only one who looks like us.” One of them spoke, her copper toned, youthful cheeks bobbed up with her smile as her long, black ponytail weaved with her excited movements.

“That’s so sweet, I think I might just win the race for you.” Aisha opened her arm for the girl to step into as they took a photo.

“Ehm, Lando, could we get an autograph as well,” Another one asked, already unfurling a second poster along with presenting the enraptured male with a sharpie.

“Absolutely! How could I resist?” Lando accepted the pen and began to sign the poster along with some newly presented items that the other two girls had produced.

“Thank you, guys, so much!” Aisha waved off the girls and turned back to Lando, already handing over her phone for him to enter in his number.

The young fans were squealing on their way back to their parents, who were just as excited for their young daughter’s interaction, “Did you guys see the bracelet?”

“What bracelet?” Another one asked, carefully rolling up her poster and handing it to her father, who tucked it under his arm and offered his hand for her to take.

“Lando’s, the one he wore for the whole of last season…” She adjusted her cap, looking confusedly at her three friends.

“Oh…I didn’t.”

“Neither did I.”

The screen faded away from Lando, sitting with his teammate whilst gawking at Aisha and we’re brought back to the present, the on-board camera of the Porsche is aimed at the lights that have just gone dark and all at once, a symphony of rubber against concrete fills the scene.

Aisha navigated turn one with ease, emerging from the throng of cars still in P5, her grip tightened on the steering wheel as she focussed every ounce within her body on the track ahead. The bright spotlights above her cast a blinding hue over the grandstands, illuminating the eager fans from around the world, their flags waved in their air as they watched with anticipation when she approached Lewis from behind, pressuring the world champion ahead as they weaved into the next turn.

Aisha aimed for the apex, seeing the slightest gap for her to slip past, as she pointed the head of her car towards the opening, she held her breath and pressed on the throttle. Aisha lurched backwards as she could feel the crackles of her under-board hit the track with each increase in speed she made, yet she managed to dodge the Mercedes car and fly down the straight, maintaining her tyres as best as she could.

The radio thrummed to life in her ear as her race engineer, James, began to speak, “Great work with Lewis, already around 1.15 behind you. Take care of your tyres for now and defend.”

Aisha breathed heavily as she continued to meet the corners and walls with barely an inch to save herself as a highly effective attempt to prevent more overtakes, “Got it.”

She continued her pace throughout the laps, the continuous build up over 20 rounds had inched her closer and closer to Carlos who was struggling in P3, his braking getting worse and worse with each sharp turn.

“James- how much closer do I need to overtake?” Aisha gritted out, flitting her eyes to the large, white metallic DRS sign that entered her limited field of vision.

“Only a bit more Aisha, it’s time to push.”

Aisha stepped harshly onto the gas, her engine thrumming all around her as she charged closer to the bright red Ferrari ahead. She could see the rubber of the tyres in front burn and smoke with every swerve. The roar of her engine filled her ears, drowning out the noise of her own heartbeat as she braced herself for the challenge, “Here we go,” she murmured, voice firm and steely with determination.

She surged her car forward, pushing her machine to the limit as she matched Carlos’ pace with precision and determination, the desert heat bore down in mirage-like waves as the two drivers danced on the razor’s edge of competition. One by one measly lap, the distance shortened until they were wheel to wheel, and all Aisha could do was grit her teeth until she could taste the tangy calcium as she continued the precipice of a wipe-out, the promise of a podium too good to lose.

Aisha’s heart pounded with exhilaration as they hurtled down the straight once again, soon enough the pair were met with the sharpest corner yet, Aisha pushed further and Carlos relented, edging away meekly to allow her to slip by. The crowd’s cheers washed over her, a wave of euphoria crashing over her senses as her heart swelled with triumph.

“WOO! P3!”

“Amazing work Aisha, halfway there. Get some distance between you two.”

“I can take on Checo,” Aisha promised, her aggressive spirit burning deeply within her core as her eyes narrowed into the back of one of the red bulls.

“Go for it, but be careful, your tyres aren’t that good.” James warned her, his voice crisp with caution.

“I got this.”

Aisha revved up once her power had flashed a promising green on the screen in front of her, “It’s time to pounce.” She promised herself whilst flicking the DRS button with her thumb, letting the flap behind her quiver open, the force launched her forward like never before as the lap count leached into the 40’s, Checo hadn’t yet pitted, neither had she, and suddenly, it was a battle of the wills.

She tried all that she could, nudging her nose into the smallest of gaps and backing out when he had angled himself predatorially, grazing her front wing enough for her heart to jump into her throat, “What the fuck is he doing? Fucking cocksucker, he wants to kill me or what?” Aisha had to remind herself to lower her voice.

“It’s within regulation, keep pushing you’re approaching DRS again.” James assured her.

The car trembled beneath her, like a jaguar waiting to pounce again after one failure, she pressed again. This time she nipped Checo’s wheel, causing for him to quickly move out of the way, narrowly missing a spin-off and allowing Aisha to speed into P2.

“FUCK YES! HOLY SHI-“

Aisha’s celebration was cut short when a dangerous thrum approached her rapidly, she attempted with all her might to duck and weave into and out of his path, but Checo was relentless, continuously rubbing against her wheels and forcing her to utilise her power.

“Fuck, fuck what the actual shit?” Aisha screeched as she continued to sloppily defend, her anger bubbling up like hot water.

The red bull growled and pounced in front of her, clipping enough of her front wheel to send her spinning. Aisha shouted with malice, throwing up her hands as her wheels began to rotate rapidly, “BASTARD!”

Her vision blurred as the world around her continued to haphazardly shift, the fans above stilled with trepidation as they watched her strangle her wheel with both hands and wrangle the car back into position.

“Okay, so that’s P5- P5, Piastri, Sainz, Perez and Verstappen in front of you,”

“Copy.” Aisha grumbled darkly, manoeuvring the vehicle so that she could continue to viciously speed down the final lap, murderously defending her position as her stomach finally settled and head stopped pounding with adrenaline.

The race ended with Crofty heartily congratulating her over the commentary,

“And Verstappen has won the Bahrain grand prix! with Checo in P2 and Sainz in the Ferrari in P3. Now the fans have spoken, and new-comer Aisha Patel has been voted driver of the day, rightfully so, securing a solid P5 finish after a challenging battle on the track. it's fantastic to see her scoring valuable points in her debut race. And let's not forget the incredible debut of the Porsche F1 Team! It's clear that they're a force to be reckoned with in the championship.”

A view of Max passing through the finish line is shown, sparks flew behind his car as he speeds through and turned into the parc ferme. Aisha is also shown, her eyes steely from within her helmet and as she stops her car she clambers out of the cockpit and rips of her headgear, a scowl evident on her usually cool face.

She pushes open the gate to the media pen, narrowly avoiding Max, who spared her a dark glance from over his shoulder before turning back to the interviewer.

“Yeah, people make stupid decisions sometimes,” She heard him answer the unintelligible question. Aisha could already feel the anger burn her throat as she whipped her head around and met Max’s eyes, he stared back, an inferno raging within his blue iris’. She opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by her Media manager, pulling her away gently, Aisha followed tearing her eyes away from the Dutchman. Yet, she could still feel his heated gaze on her.

Aisha scoffed passing by Carlos and Checo, who were conversing in fast Spanish, and headed towards the common media area, where eager and ravenous reporters began to clamber on top of one another as they caught sight of her sweaty face and stringy hair.

“Aisha! Aisha!”  They called, loud voices breaking through the microphone and blowing through the audio.

Aisha huffed and went towards the tell-tale white microphone, the sky sports logo sprawled all over the foam cover,

“Hi Aisha, congratulations on the P5 today,” Mark started, holding the microphone out for the visibly annoyed driver.

“Thank you,” She snipped, but blinked a few times before forcing herself to continue, “Y’know could’ve been a P2 finish for Porsche today, but I’m happy with both Pierre and I’s finish, at least we scored some valuable points.” Aisha robotically recounted her PR training.

“Definitely a tough break for you out there,” He nodded solemnly, “Care to walk us through what happened with Checo on lap 43?”

Aisha sucked in a breath, looking behind her where her PR person stood, arms crossed over her Porsche shirt as she shrugged, “Yeah, of course, it’s disappointing end to my race, P2 would probably be a dream, but Checo made a-“ Aisha bit her tongue momentarily, looking into the few dozen camera’s pointed at her, until she noticed Checo’s reflection walking behind her, heading to the cool-down room, “-a dickhead move absolutely dangerous, there was contact because he couldn’t use his eyes, and that caused me to spin out. It’s racing, I know, but you don’t see race winners or legends making moves like that.” Aisha hissed.

Mark stared at her, mouth agape before he recollected himself and forced a flabbergasted laugh, “Well, that’s one way to put it.” The other surrounding reporters were close to drooling at the mouth, their own mics pushed further through the gaps as they imagined the debaucherous headlines they could create from her outburst.

“How were you feeling during that moment?”

“Truthfully?” She tilted her head, “Pissed, but you probably didn’t you marky-moo, my radio probably told you that. But after I managed to regain my original position, I was more determined to just finish the race with a solid end.”

He laughed at that but stilled when Checo emerged once again from the cool-off room, “Checo!” Mark called, oblivious to the thunderous haze that overtook Aisha. She checked behind her shoulder, and her upper lip curled with malice,

“I’ll let Checo say his bit- “She murmured, “Excuse me.” And left the pen, heading towards the Porsche garage whilst avoiding eye-contact with Lucy, her fuming PR manager.

“Hey! Checo!” Aisha called out, throwing down her headphones, leaving her race engineer in concerned confusion as she approached the red bull driver, amid his team, oblivious to the storm about to hit him.

“Oh, hey Aisha-“

“Do not, hey, me.” She snarled, “What the fuck was that on track? Were you trying to kill me back there? You could’ve overtaken me in so many other ways.” Aisha approached him, prompting Checo to take a simultaneous step back, hands raised.

“It’s racing Aisha, I had to make a split-second decision.”

“We all make decisions, Perez,” She snarled, hands balling up into fists, “You don’t see Charles or Carlos or anyone with half a brain doing what you did? You messed up my race!” Aisha’s voice begins to raise, drawing attention of the red bull personnel, since the pair had manged to slowly move up to the entrance of the garage, and prompting a few camera men, who were following around Lando and Oscar to pan over to her.

Aisha groans, smacking her palm against her head a few times as a display of aggression before turning back to a very sweaty, nervous driver, “Never mind my race- you had fucking so many other options, why? Why did you decide to clip my wheel? Is it because being overtaken by a woman was so embarrassing, for red bull’s number two, you couldn’t handle it?” Aisha mocks him, before starting to approach his frozen form, a violent fire burning in her eyes and spreading to her limbs, igniting them with her fury.

Just as there was merely a centimetre between the two, a pair of strong arms hooked themselves around her elbows, holding her hand away from Checo, who had started shouting about his “personal safety”.

“Are you fucking stupid?” A gruff voice whispers into her ear.

Aisha kicks out, a futile attempt to free herself, “Let me go,” She whips her head around, her hair flying,

“Can you stop? I will literally knock you out.” The voice continues, grunting when her foot narrowly misses his groin.

“Fine-“ She huffs, going limp as she shoots daggers into Checo’s retreating back being escorted by a flurry of blue clad workers, “Fine, let me go,” She mumbles.

The man drops her onto the floor instantly, allowing her to stumble over her feet. Aisha finds her footing once more and spins around to meet his eyes, “Max?”

Max stares down at her, his eyes squinted with annoyance, “Who else? You’re in front of the red bull garage.” He rolls his eyes and steps a large stride away from her.

Aisha blinks once. Twice. Before scoffing and crossing her arms, “Yeah. Thanks.” She snarks before walking away from him, leaving the dutchman standing, fuming in his spot. She manages to skip over the McLaren crowd but had attracted almost half a dozen cameras on her, the large intimidating lens’ were pushed into her face haphazardly, narrowly missing her face a few times.

Aisha had to hold herself back from stealing the cameras from their holders and smashing them onto the ground. She could feel a self-depreciating throb begin to build in her head, the memory of all the idyllic children watching her, and those who had felt represented by her made tears prick at her eyes. In that moment, with too many lens’ focussing on her quivering lip, she hoped that they wouldn’t catch the salty sadness that threatened to stream down her face

The post-race interview scene fades away, and a familiar red bull jersey is announced into the scene, the dark blue merging pleasantly with the dark grey background. We’re introduced to Checo’s frame, a placid smile on his face.

“Hi checo,” The interviewer greets the driver, who nods in acknowledgement, “Well, Bahrain was an intense time for you, especially the on track accident with Aisha, would you care to talk us through the whole thing?”

Checo clears his throat briefly, “Yeah, uhm, it was a tight battle with her, and she was holding her ground y’know, but I saw an opportunity to make a move and I took it.” He shrugged once, reverting his gaze away from the camera, “And, as an unfortunate by product, she ended up spinning out, but it’s racing, these things happen.”

“I think everyone knows that she seemed quite upset about the incident, did you have a chance to speak with her afterwards?”

“uhm, people say things when they’re angry, and Aisha was frustrated but I’m here to win races, that’s what I’ve been hired to do. Once again, it was a choice that I had to make, and it’s hard to consider everyone’s emotions while I do it.”

“Max, we recently interviewed Checo, and he had some…words to say about the situation in Bahrain, specifically with Aisha after the race. Now, we saw that you had intervened just in time, what was going on during that moment?”

Max shifted in his chair, slipping down slightly, and crossing his arms over his chest, “Yeah, I could see that the situation was escalating, with Aisha getting increasingly angry, it would’ve ended pretty badly.”

“You sound so sure about that.”

“Trust me, I know anger when I see it, and I know that races can get heated especially when avoidable occurrences aren’t avoided, but I also think that emotional regulation is crucial to compete.” He distractedly runs a thumb over his bottom lip.

“Does this change your initial views on Aisha entering the sport? Since you were pretty, pessimistic.” The interviewer cringes just as the words escape their mouth.

“I wouldn’t say I was pessimistic,” He quickly rejects, “But I think she had something to prove, just like any of us, she isn’t exempt from it. And she, raced like any of us would’ve in the moment, so do I suddenly think of her as a saint? No, but do I think that she’s building up to something? Maybe.”

“Aisha!” A voice calls from behind her, Aisha smiles at the fans who had offered her a notebook to sign, she watched them walk away before responding,

“Yeah?” She tucks away her pen into the silver, Porsche gym bag that hung from her shoulder.

Lando jogs up to her, tapping his card against the scanner before pushing through the gate and reaching her side, “Great race, you handled it...well…” He trailed off, unsure of how to spin off his compliment.

Aisha laughs at that, throwing her head back, ”It’s okay Lando, you don’t have to say anything” She tugs at the sleaves of her tight black jacket, the hugo boss label stretched over her chest as she pulled at the fabric, “I- I can get pretty mad,” Aisha shrugs, kicking an imaginary pebble with her shoe, rustling her oversized tracksuit bottoms, the three parallel lines on both her legs fluttered with the airy clothing.

“Yeah, that probably didn’t go down to well on camera,” He itches the back of his head, “I actually came to ask if you’re staying at the same hotel as the rest of us, Oscar took my car and I’m stranded.”

“Lando…” She sighs, adjusting the strap of her bag, “If you wanted to ride in my Porsche, you could’ve just said so.” Aisha gestured to her silvery 918 Spyder, the high-end sports car shimmered beneath the spotlights of the private car park.

Lando hissed through his teeth and grinned, “You caught me.” He held his hands up, “It’s the only way I can be photographed in the car without causing an uproar.”

Aisha tilted her head at him, “Oh, so nothing else is convincing you?”

“Hmmm, that, and maybe the very beautiful and scary woman who drives it?” Lando offered, holding out his hand for her to take.

She looked down at his open palm before searching the area around them, the rest of the grid had departed long before, leaving just her car and another in the parking. Aisha squinted her eyes at the remaining automobile, a Honda NSX, the only owner being none other than a certain grumpy blonde, who was more focussed on his back seat than on the couple who still stood in the middle of the concrete.

Accepting his hand, she revelled in the feeling of her fingers intertwined with his, soft skin against coarse knuckles, a warm aura enveloped her being as she guided them towards her car, pulling out the flat fob to click open the expensive machine.

Yet, as she watched Lando retreat into the passenger’s seat with an amazed, “oh damn.” and went to unlock the trunk to slip her duffel bag into, she felt an icy gaze glued to her back.

Aisha turned once behind her to where Max was sitting in his driver’s seat, eyes glued at first on Lando, an unrecognisable expression painted on his face before he slowly slid it up to her face, and his once oddly neutral gaze turned into an annoyed squint.

With that, the dutchman tore his eyes away from a now, slightly agitated Aisha, towards the open road and pulled out of the car park, speeding away to what she assumed would be the hotel.

“Hey,” Lando leaned over the dash, reaching for her hand that rested on the headrest of her seat, the other braced on her car door as she watched the retreating Honda, “You okay?”

Aisha jumped out of her disturbed haze, and back to where Lando was now rubbing his fingers over hers that had tensed enough to turn her milky brown skin into a pale white, “Yeah- I’m fine, just checking for reporters.”

“I’m that embarrassing?” He teased, watching her intently as she fastened her seatbelt and smiled at the sound of the purring super engine.

Aisha snorts, “No- not at all, just making sure that McLaren’s golden boy isn’t photographed inside a Porsche- with the grid’s certified crazy woman.” She pressed on the gas.

“Yeah, but…what if I want that?”

“What?” Aisha’s eyebrows knitted together; eyes still glued to the unfamiliar roads ahead as the GPS stopped squawking at her for a brief moment.

“I don’t care if you’re the crazy woman…You’re just, you. I don’t care about the rest.” Lando smiled lazily, his eyes studying her quickly flustered face.

“You’re a horrible flirt Norris.” She grumbled.

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Appropriate - Chapter 4

"Fashion Show"

Summary: Loki x Female reader; Loki is banished to Midgard and he has to live an average life as penance...and you, a social worker, is there to help him along the way. Rom Com vibes. Pinning; emotional edging until we can't take it anymore.

Chapter Summary: You take Loki to try on some clothes and you are forced to set some boundaries. Loki also discovers coffee.

Words. 3.6k Other chapters on my tag list.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, Sad Loki, some angst. Pining.

Song to listen to while reading: Dream Kitchen

AN: I don't offer taglists anymore. Remember to reblog if you like a writer's work! Comments make my heart go pitter patter.

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            The whole way down to the first-floor lobby, Loki was floating. From the moment you saw the burns on his wrists, you had shown him nothing but patience, empathy, and kindness at a level he hadn’t experienced fore. Outside of his mother, and you did remind him of his mother’s golden heart and that fact made him smile, he didn’t have anyone who had stood up for him like you had. You even risked the job you loved, your life’s work and passion. For him! Why did you do that? Loki stole glances of you every chance he got, trying to understand why a pure soul such as yourself, would care so selflessly for a monster like him. It perplexed him and delighted him all at the same time.

            It also made him feel both worthy, and unworthy to be in your presence and that feeling only got worse as you walked together into the Stark Tower lobby. The very lobby where he once was shackled for his crimes against New York and whisked away to rot inside a glass box in Asgard. It was midmorning, and the lobby was hustling and bustling with people and Loki felt all eyes on him. The embarrassing outfit didn’t help. He was acutely aware of how short his pants were with each step he took. He could deal with the ridiculous decal of wolves adorned on his chest, but the high waters made him cringe.

            But every time he laid eyes on you, all that embarrassment faded away. As long as he was with you, he was okay. He had that feeling right away about you, as soon as you met each other, and your vicious tirade against Stark only confirmed that. Unbeknownst to you, you held a god in the palm of your hand because of your sweet gesture. Your delicious backside in those pencil skirts only aided your cause.

            Suddenly, you stopped right in front of a set of doubles doors. You took to Loki and offered your hands to him. Immediately, he placed his palms in yours. Norns, he hoped his hands weren’t sweaty.

            “Beyond those doors is the parking garage. I will be deactivating a part of your dampeners, so we can leave the building and wander freely outside. If anything happens while we are outside the building, it will mean terrible things for the both of us. Do you understand?”

            He looked down at you, loving how he towered over your small frame. After what you have done for him, after all the kindness you have shown him in the past twenty-four hours that had surpassed all he had received in his lifetime so far, he would never betray your trust.

            Trust. He felt a pang of regret and guilt at the fact that he started your relationship, albeit a professional one, based on a lie. What if you found out? No, there was no way.

            “You can trust me.” He said simply.

            You rewarded him with a smile and moved your hands from his and onto the bracelets. Immediately, they picked up on your fingerprints and a hologram screen popped up between the two of you. Tapping away at the screen, your brows were furrowed in concentration as you entered in a code. You looked adorable, Loki thought. With one last tap, the hologram vanished again, and Loki gave the bangles a closer inspection, the cold metal almost touching the tip of his nose.

            “I don’t feel any different.”

            “It is just so we can leave. Unfortunately, your magic is still dampened. I’m sorry, Loki.” You frowned, and looking at you, he knew your sentiment was genuine. The only liar here was him, and it was starting to make him feel sick.

            “That’s alright, Darling. Shall we?”

            You were the first one to step through the double doors and right before Loki stepped through, he paused. The shocks he felt yesterday were unlike anything he had felt before, but it brought him right back to his horrific time in Thanos’ clutches. The thought of feeling it again was making him tremble, despite his will to keep his panic at bay. His chest tightened, and his breathing became shallower. Then he heard you.

            “It’s okay, Loki. You are safe. You won’t get hurt; I promise.” I promise. The prince lifted his crystal blue eyes to you, and he was greeted by your soft, reassuring smile. It was enough to will his body past the threshold. When he emerged on the other side and nothing happened, he let out a long-shuddered breath and smiled back at you.

            You led him down a long line of cars, until you reached a small blue sedan. With a few clicks of your keys fob, the car was unlocked, and you invited him to sit in the passenger side.

            “Seat belt, please!” You chirped and Loki easily complied. While you were getting yourself situated, Loki took a moment to look around the car. It was in a much better state than your office, but he noticed the same Styrofoam cup in all the cupholders of your car. Every single one.

            “You must really like this drink?” Loki asked. Every morsel of information about you made him crave more, even if it was something as minute as your favorite drink. His mind began to wander again to you in his bed – naked, cozy, and his. Your sleepy eyes would flutter open, and he would offer you your favorite drink. The thankful blush you would gift him would be better than any treasure he could find.

            “Loki, are you listening?” Your giggle pulled him from his thoughts, and he flushed in embarrassment.

            “I am sorry, Darling, can you repeat that?”

            “It’s one of my favorite drinks, a coffee that is probably too sweet for my own good, but I love it. Have you had anything like that before?”

            The fact that you had a sweet tooth made him grin, “No, I can’t say I have.”

            “Would you like to try one? We can grab it on the way to the store. My treat.” You mirrored his grin, and it held a mischievous glint that suggested that you were likely not authorized to do this with him.

            “How could I say no to such a generous offer?”

            This coffee, it’s…electrifying, Loki thought. Its chocolatey flavor tantalized his taste buds and its hot temperature felt good in his hands and in his belly.

            It also made him go a mile a minute. By the time you both made it into the department store, the god was practically bouncing off the walls.

            “I have never felt this way before! I feel so, so…alive! This coffee elixir is amazing! Incredible!” He bounced on his heels, practically vibrating, and moving from clothing rack to clothing rack.

            “That’s the caffeine in the coffee. It’s a stimulant and gives you energy, but with how you’re reacting I am not envious of the crash that will come later,” You laughed at his childlike glee, “I am surprised it is even affecting you like this. I don’t think I’ve seen Thor this hyper when he drank it.”

            He popped his head out from behind a rack of sweaters, a wide, Cheshire grin on his face and flashing one of his wrists, bangles jingling, “Must be the dampeners. What do you think, Darling, green or blue sweater?”

            You opened your mouth to answer, but Loki’s lightning speed energy beat you to it, “Green, of course. It is MY color after all and honestly, it is one of the best. No, THEE best color out there, don’t you think? Much better than that brash red that Thor seems to love so much.”

            Another laugh escaped your chest despite yourself. You had been on a few shopping trips like this before with some of the other Avengers, including Thor, but it wasn’t nearly as fun. Loki’s unbridled joy was infectious, and you found yourself enjoying it a bit too much.

            “Loki, I need to talk about something with you.”

            The god stopped right in his tracks, almost losing a few garments that were stacked high in his arms, “What is it, Darling? What’s wrong?”

             You smiled at his perceptiveness, “It’s nothing bad, Loki, I assure you. But since we will be working together for some time, I want to go over some things with you. Sort of like rules.”

            Loki made his way over to you and heaved the pile of clothes unceremoniously onto the top of another rack, so he could speak to you properly. The seriousness of your eyes made him deflate instantly and his heart clenched in warning. Was this the crash you mentioned?

            “I am listening, Darling.”

            You shook your head, “That is one of the things that will need to change. You cannot call me ‘Darlin-”

            “Pet then?” Loki said, cutting you off, “Or Dear or Dove? Whichever you fancy, I don’t mind!” The tenderness in his eyes made you glad that you were having this conversation. It also told you; it wouldn’t be easy.

            “You cannot call me any endearments like that, Loki. We have a professional relationship and that crosses a line.  It isn’t appropriate. If you wish, you may call me Lady Y/N.” There was a long beat of silence as Loki’s gaze shifted from you to the floor. Something inside Loki shattered. Every time had had indulged himself in a foolish, romantic daydream that consisted of a life with you, a part of him knew it was just that – a fantasy. Nothing about this budding obsession with you made any sense. He just knew how you made him feel

            Not only he is a prisoner from another realm, but you’re a mortal. He is a monster, and you are the embodiment of the most radiant star. Besides, Loki was not one for relationships. The dark prince always took lovers, some staying longer than others, but not long enough to grab a hold of his heart. You? You had your hooks in him the first time he heard your voice through the door of that dreadful apartment, but what did Loki expect? A happily ever after?

            Someone like him didn’t get happily ever afters.

            “That’s quite alright, Lady Y/N” He easily lied, though his glassy eyes gave him away, “But if it is alright with you, I would appreciate your help on deciding on these garments?”

            You smiled, though it didn’t reach your eyes, “Of course.”

            Trying on the clothes with you sitting outside of the changing room was confusing for Loki. It felt intimate, despite your proclamation about professionalism just moments ago. But his heart was a greedy, masochistic thing and he selfishly just wanted to know what clothes you liked best. He still wanted to impress you. He wanted to look good for you.

            The slim cut lines of his black trousers hugged his thick thighs and ass deliciously, or so Loki thought, as he twisted and checked himself in the mirror in the quiet changing room. He slipped on a blue Henley, rolled up his sleeves to expose his muscular forearms, and with one last fluff of his long black locks, he exited. Once his eyes set on you, he grinned, and you beamed at him.

            “Loki! You look great!” You said just a tad bit too enthusiastic. You greedily drunk him in under the guise of evaluating his outfit – the god was beautiful, there was no denying it. Twirling your finger, you motioned for him to spin for you, and he happily obliged. He made sure to give you an ample view of his backside as he did, peaking over his shoulder with a smirk.

            “You like this? This is considered nice in Midgard?” He feigned ignorance. The prince was not oblivious of the finer garments this planet had to offer, only wearing the best designers.

            “Yes, it’s wonderful.” Handsome as ever, you wanted to add. Little did you know, Loki was wondering if your compliment went past his clothes.

            “I haven’t seen any other Midgardian’s here. Did you arrange that?” He called out from the changing room.

            “Yes! Courtesy of Stark. Sometimes stores like this can be a bit overwhelming if you aren’t used to it.”

            Loki emerged yet again from the changing room, and it felt like all oxygen left the area around you. You had told him he didn’t have to show you everything he was trying on, should he so choose, but he insisted on getting your opinion on every clothing item. Every. Single. One.

            The low hanging gray sweatpants were no exception.

            The god was just slipping on a tight black thermal over his torso, giving you a teasing look at his sculpted belly as he stepped out. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was left to the imagination. Your eyes traveled from the outline of his pectorals to the lines of his Adonis belt, small, curly hairs just peeking out above the drawstring of his pants that led to nirvanda. Every curve of his kingly length was available for your viewing pleasure, and you found yourself swallowing thickly – your throat suddenly very, very dry.

            “And this one? What do you think?” Your eyes snapped to his, upon hearing his voice. The purr, undeniable.

            Loki saw your momentary brain malfunction and he felt a swell of pride bloom in his chest. Oh, my darling, you like more than you let on.

            You cleared your throat, “It’s perfect for a comfy day at home!”

            Loki furrowed his brows, now wanting to wear this outfit everywhere just as long as it gets you to look at him like that. “This isn’t something to wear ‘out on the town’ as they say?” He knew this was a more casual outfit, but he loved watching you squirm and struggle to find a place to look.

            “Some do, but I don’t think it is appropriate.” Loki suppressed a groan. He hated that word now, ‘appropriate’. What was inappropriate about his affections?

“Was that the last of it?” You asked, having gone through several different outfits for the past hour with the god. Loki sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Yes, yes, that’s the last of it.”

After purchasing the clothes on Stark’s dime, some of which Loki wore out of the store after refusing to put back on the ‘demon sweatsuit’, you both made your way towards the exit. But not before you passed the woman’s section of the store. There, in all its glory, was the most magnificent gown you had ever seen. The formal gown was covered in delicately crafted sequins and beads and its plunging neckline, low hanging back and sweeping train had you questioning if you were too poor to even stand next to it. It was just a flicker of a glance really, but it was enough of a lingering look to catch Loki’s attention.

            “You should try it on.” Loki said over your shoulder, his breath fanning your ear and making you shiver.

            “No, there’s no point,” You argued, checking the price tag, and letting out a mirthless laugh. The dress was three times your rent. “Yeah, no.”

            Loki stepped next to you, both your gazes admiring the beadwork and sleek lines of the beautiful garment.

            “What’s the harm in trying it on? It’s just a bit of fun.” He didn’t turn to you, instead choosing to look at you indirectly and letting his web of reason spin inside your mind. Loki could see the wheels turning, and for a moment he thought you would pass on the opportunity, but you surprised him.

            “You’re right. Let’s do it.” She would look like a princess, Loki thought. And after flagging down a rogue employee and shimmying your body into the gown with a few expletives slipping passed your lips, you emerged from the dressing room. You swung the dress in front of you, having to heave the long train due to your short stature. This dress was far too long for you, but it was glorious.

            The dumbfounded look on Loki’s face told you as much and you couldn’t help but smirk. Loki’s predictions were correct, you looked like royalty and it sent the god’s mind reeling yet again into another fantasy. A fantasy where you attended a formal event within the Asgardian court, and you held proudly onto his arm. Instead of black, the gown would be in his colors. A deep emerald that perfectly matched his royal leathers. All eyes would be on you, but you would be his. Only his.

            “You should buy it. No,” Loki corrected himself, “You NEED to buy it.” Every word he spoke was laced with wonder and awe. His gaze made you feel like you were, in fact, royalty and he was your loyal subject, ready to worship. It made you shift uneasily on the small platform that was in the center of the changing area. You were surrounded by mirrors, each reflection reminding you of who you are and more cruelly, who you weren’t.

            You stepped down, “No, I have no reason to wear it and it is way too expensive.” The concept of things being too expensive was new to Loki. Not once did he ever concern himself the price of things, being a prince. If he desired it, he got it and more often than not, he wasn’t the person who even did the monetary exchange. That was someone else’s problem. His only role would be to point, and it would become his.

            You had all but fled to the changing room, ripping off the dress as quickly, and as carefully as you could to avoid damaging it and an unwanted bill. There was little reprieve from the anxiety you felt, and you stayed in the changing room to try to find some semblance of peace. Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe?

            “You could wear it to one of Stark’s parties!” Loki called from his perch on the couch, just outside of the changing room. It was much like how you sat as he modeled for you, and it made him grin. He would buy all the gowns for you if you just asked.

            His grin faltered. If he had money.

            “You can even use the little card that Stark gave you! He wouldn’t notice. Just a drop in the proverbial bucket, really.” It occurred to Loki he just wanted you to be happy. To be taken care of, and it made his heart clench at the thought that he couldn’t be that for you. Yet, that very same thought made him scoff. As if he would even have the opportunity to do that. As if he would want to. As if he was worthy.

            Stepping out of the changing room, you left your beloved dress hanging behind you. Your eyes were red, Loki noticed, “No, that card is for clients only. It wouldn’t be appro-“

            “Appropriate?” Loki finished for you, and you nodded with a long sigh. He really hated that word.

            “Let’s head back, okay?” Wordlessly, Loki followed you back to your car, his grip filled with bags of his new Midgardian apparel. The soft sound of music from your radio floated around the vehicle, but it couldn’t replace the heaviness that already filled the air there.

            “I didn’t mean to upset you,” Loki suddenly said. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, before releasing it and giving his hand a reassuring pat.

            “You didn’t. It’s okay.” The meaning of those words didn’t quite reach your eyes. Loki sighed and leaned back in his seat. He couldn’t even do this right, whatever this was. The silence resumed and stayed during their walk back to his tiny apartment. You only whispered a soft, ‘sorry’ when reactivating his dampeners. He smiled down at you, but like you, his eyes gave away his sadness.

            Just as you turned to leave, you spun to face him, “Oh, before I forget, did you choose your furniture order?”

            Loki hummed thoughtfully and retrieved the catalog, now filled with dog eared pages. “I didn’t have a pen,” He chuckled out his explanation and your mouth rounded, squeaking out an ‘oh’. You ruthlessly dug around in your bag and pulled out a pen, handing it to Loki.

            “It’s my lucky one. Keep it.” And the prince gladly accepted your gift. He quickly circled all the items he wanted as you peered over his shoulder.

            “That set looks really charming. Good choice, Loki.” You smiled up at him, your cheek almost touching his shoulder and making something burn within him. You looked at him as if you hadn’t echoed the very thing, he daydreamed about with you just yesterday.

            “I will place the order for you. It will take a couple of weeks for it to come in, but I will see if I can rush the order for you, okay?”

            Loki felt utterly deflated. This day was such a roller coaster of emotions for him. Each happy moment with you elating his cold heart, but each crash reminding him of why he shouldn’t even entertain the idea of a romantic relationship. Not with a mortal, and certainly not with you.

            “Thank you for your service today, Lady Y/N. I sincerely appreciate it.” And he meant every word. Even with his heart cracking, he treasured every morsel of kindness you had so freely given him. You nodded, and left silently, leaving him in his apartment for another evening alone yet again.

            Periodically, his thoughts would drift to you and each time, the prince would try to cast them away. But a bored mind has nothing left to do, but wander. Sitting down in his armchair, he opened his flip phone and brought up the photo of your smiling face. The butterflies in his stomach were instantaneous.

The feeling of the sun always felt amazing on his skin, even if he burned him.

[damn-stark]

Chapter 4 Heart to heart

Chapter 4 of Moon Star

A/N- I hope you guys like this chapter

Warning- Violence, blood and weapons, swearing, angst, FLUFF, Khonshu,

Pairing- Marc Spector x daughter!reader

Episode- 1x06

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There it was, a strong surge of power that hit your veins. It pumped blood to your heart and made it pound with excitement. Basked every muscle in your body and added more strength. While your mind got louder, felt somehow…occupied, like an added weight.

“Rise!” You hear Khonshu’s voice exclaim.

You feel your head rise, feel a soft fabric wrap around your legs and all the way to your torso. You feel cold metal weigh down both arms, you feel it wrap around your waist and biceps.

And then more power pumps through your muscles.

“Rise! As my fist of vengeance!” Khonshu proclaims whilst something weighs down on your back. “As my Moon Knight!”

Lastly something falls over your head and a shadow casts over your eyes.

You then slowly begin to lower your head to check out the white suit that wrapped around your body; unlike your fathers, your arms are exposed, you carry no sleeves, just gloves. You also carry more gold, like, gold cuff bangles around your wrists, thick gold cuffs around your thighs, and golden boots.

Like your father though, you did carry a cloak and hood that covers your face, as well as a mask, but you don’t feel it cover all your face, just from the bridge of your nose and upwards.

It was…it was amazing.

“Y/N,” Layla calls in disbelief.

You swallow thickly and look back at her with faltering confidence. “I’m doing it for him.” You say before returning your gaze to Khonshu. “This deal only works until he’s alive. I’m done after that.”

Khonshu hums, and then turns to smoke and disappears. Yet he isn’t completely gone because you can still feel his presence in your head.

“I’ll be back,” you assure Layla and stride away from her to walk into the main room once again.

Now albeit, those other avatars that had been standing guard, weren’t standing, their bodies were on the ground, and Harrow and his people were trying to leave. With them, was the crocodile Goddess you couldn’t keep from Harrow's reach, the devourer of the dead, Ammit.

As you make yourself known and walk down the steps of the platform to block the exit, Harrow, his people, and Ammit all stop and look up at you.

“Khonshu,” Ammit says without even acknowledging you, “time has been cruel to you.”

Instead of coming out from smoke Khonshu talks through you. You can feel him taking control, it’s…it’s a weird weight and sensation that’s pretty hard to grasp.

“Indeed,” you move your mouth, but hear his voice. “I cannot allow you to proceed.”

“My path is set,” Ammit responds. “Same as anyones. I'm here to bring balance.” She begins to walk around you, making Khonshu move your head so as to watch her while he snapped back.

“You speak of balance, yet you choose him. Your avatar is a sinner.”

“You’re jealous of his loyalty,” Ammit rebuttals.

“Loyalty at what cost?” Khonshu spats. “An empty world for your disciples to inherit?”

“Don’t listen to them,” Harrow interjects. “They only want to keep you bound.”

“Oh, Khonshu,” Ammit adds. “For a God, you are low on faith.”

“You’ll never learn,” Khonshu counters and seeps back to your mind, letting you take control of your body again to fight Ammit.

However, just before you can form a golden sword from the bangles on your wrists, Ammit turns and whips her long reptile tail and throws you back across the room.

“Catch yourself,” Khonshu yells at you in your mind.

You scoff, and swing your arms around as you use your weight and powers to stop yourself from hitting the wall. Yet the speed of how fast you were swung does make it harder to land swiftly though, so you do lose balance and stumble. Yet before you hit the ground, claws come out of your gloves much to your surprise, so you use that and dig them in the floor to proceed to run on your hands and feet fiercely until you gain your balance and break into a sprint on your feet towards Ammit.

Right away as you get close she swings her arm to catch you by the throat, but you throw your head back and slide on your feet past her. You then spin around on your heels and don’t fret to charge at her again.

Ammit tries to grab you again, but you form your sword from your bangles and swing at her hand as you once again slide down past her. And this time you actually manage to slice her palm.

Ammit growls and swings her tail again and manages to throw you to the stairs. She then proceeds to stomp over to you to pick you off the ground and slam you onto the wall.

“Tell me to spare you and I will,” Ammit says.

Once again Khonshu emerges and makes you feel a tension in your body.

“I choose obliteration over mercy,” he counters and goes back, letting you groan from the pain as Ammit slams you back to the wall.

Albeit, it’s because of her action that you grow angry, and go off that blinding and blood pumping energy to pull the claws out again and scratch her across her neck as she pulls you towards her.

Ammit grunts and her hold on you falters, letting you begin to throw your elbow at her face multiple times before you use your claws to begin stabbing her shoulder over and over again.

“You stupid little girl,” Ammit yells out and tries to throw you away, but since she’s so much bigger than you, you swing your body around her arm, and hop off her arm to get on her back and then snatch your own cape off your back to wrap it around her throat.

“I know this won’t kill you,” you grimace with a mischievous smirk. “But it’s a hell of a trick.” You snicker and throw your hand out to form your sword and then push yourself off her back to swiftly land on your feet.

Ammit turns around quickly and shoots you a furious scowl before she charges at you. Rather than running away, you get in a fighting stance and raise your sword. Just as Ammit was getting close she swing her arm again, and you slide past her once more. Just as you turn around to face her, you snicker and grab one of your gadgets that had been hidden on your belt thanks to Khonshu and his magical suit, so when Ammit turns she thinks you’re going to charge at her or use your sword, but you actually throw an explosive at her face.

When the gadget hits the tip of her mouth it goes off and makes her stumble back towards the stairs behind her. You know you couldn’t kill her or get rid of her this way, but you still charge over to her. And just as you get close you flip your sword around in your hand and jump off your feet to try and puncture your sword in her chest.

Albeit just as the tip of your blade is going to hit her, Ammit suddenly disappears and causes you to crash into the steps.

“Harrow,” you say and push yourself to your feet to turn and look for him around the room. Yet he isn’t here anymore, nor are his people.

“Stop,” you hear Khonshu in your head. “I feel him. I feel your fathers presence again.”

You stiffen, and just before you can say anything, Sand then begins to rapidly spin around your feet and the grains cloud your view. All of a sudden you’re then being lifted off the ground.

“Wh—” you gasp. “What’s going on?!” You question Khonshu.

“We’re going to your father,” Khonshu deadpans, and then you’re being flown in the air and brought out of the chamber, and thrown outside into the night sky.

Layla crosses your mind, her well-being, but you figure now it’s too late to go back for her, and well it doesn’t seem like Khonshu wants to turn back. Moreover, the further you get, the more you’re fascinated by the night sky; the bright white streaks as you fly past stars, the shining moon that took the sun's place, and the sand that seems to glimmer from above as the moonlight hits the grains.

Flying also feels almost freeing. It’s a feeling you like, just like…everything else. It’s true. It may be wrong to admit, but you like the power, you like feeling strong and being so. You like everything that Khonshu provides.

What would make it better is not having him in your mind, but you know that’s not part of the deal for anyone. And, furthermore the great sensation is only a temporary feeling for you. Because as you land on a rock formation just across the cave where you had left Marc, the night sky turns back to day, your suit disappears and that weight is pulled off your body, leaving nothing but silence.

“It was a very short run,” Khonshu adds as he forms himself beside you. “Little wolf, but, I can say that you were a fierce fighter. It would make your father proud.”

You scoff and sit down to drop your head and wait for your father to come out. “Thanks,” you say a bit dryly.

“Perhaps the day will come where you and I will join forces again,” Khonshu adds, causing you to glance over at him with curiosity, and actually finding yourself looking forward to it. You just don’t say it and keep quiet to wait for your father in silence.

You wait and wait until it’s his voice you hear first. “Y/N?”

You pick up your head and see him walking out of the cave in his Moon Knight suit. He takes his mask off and looks in disbelief to see you there sitting at the bottom of the rock formation.

“Pa?” You mumble in relief, and feel your heart skip a beat before you push yourself off the ground and charge at him with tears clouding your eyes. “Pa!”

Before he can ask anything, once you reach him, you throw your arms around him and wrap him in an embrace that takes him by surprise.

“Pa,” you mewl and clutch onto him with all your strength. Marc draws in a short breath as he’s still stunned; it’s just hard to believe the soft tone of your voice as you call out to him, he can’t believe that you’re hugging him by your own will. Most importantly he can’t believe you’re crying.

“I thought…I was never going to see you again,” you murmur and pull back to face him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Marc snaps away from his surprise and cradles your cheeks. “What are you sorry for?”

You sniffle. “For acting the way I did. I…I was mad. I didn’t mean it. I…” before you can finish you’re wrapped in an embrace, and this time it’s him who grabs onto you like if he’s the one who’s afraid you’d disappear…which in his defense he was.

It had happened once already.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, okay?” He says as he caresss the back of your head. “I-I messed up. It was me, not you. I’m sorry,” he whispers in a quivering voice. “I love you. I love you so much baby.”

A wobbly smile tugs on your face before you dig your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you too.”

Marc grins and presses a kiss on the top of your head before he pulls back and rolls his eyes back, letting Steven emerge, and changing into his suit.

“Y/N!” Steven exclaims as he keeps his hands on your face. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

You giggle and grin at him. “I’m glad you’re okay, Steven. I was scared I lost you. The both of you. Never do that again, I don’t know what I’d do without either of you.”

Steven smiles softly, but he then begins to furrow his eyebrows. “How exactly are you here? Where’s Layla?”

You stiffen and begin to smile nervously. “Yeah, Layla is in the chamber. Or was. I got here by, uh…flying,” you whisper the last word, causing Marc to remerge and counter.

“Excuse me what?”

You pull away and nod. “Yeah. I kinda turned to Moon Knight for a moment.” You continue to whisper

“Hm?” Marc hums in question and begins to look upset. “Khonshu did what?”

You shake your head. “No. Me. I chose it myself. But!” You exclaim. “Only for a bit, only to help him fight Ammit until you came back! And I had fun! That’s gotta count for something, yes?” You bat your lashes and your dad glares at Khonshu past you.

“Khonshu,” he calls and walks past you to reach him on top of the rock formation. You follow him and catch Khonshu deflect Marc’s true intentions.

“I knew you’d miss me.”

“Don’t mess with my daughter again. That was the part of the deal,” Marc rebuttals seriously.

Khonshu turns to face your father and you, and continues to deflect. “Ammit has been freed. Y/N and I tried to stop her but she ran. Marc Spector…” he leans in. “I need your help.”

From one moment to the next Steven emerges to interject. “Ah, just curious about something. How is this whole new arrangement gonna work then?”

“Steven Grant,” Khonshu grumbles. “I was not speaking to you.”

“Yeah, all right,” Steven says. “But we do come as, like, a package deal now, so you are gonna have to deal with me. And,” he lifts his finger. “We did just save your life, so you’re welcome for that.”

Khonshu shakes his head. “Your little wolf saved my life,” he corrects Steven.

You nod proudly. Steven peers back at you, so you rest your foot on a rock and offer him a smirk whilst you click your tongue.

“Anyway,” Steven continues and moves back to sit down on the rock your foot is on. “But I do think that you should answer my question though. How’s this deal gonna work?”

“You would negotiate now, with so much at stake?” Khonshu questions him in annoyance.

Steven chuckles. “Well, we did learn from the best, you silly old bird.”

Khonshu groans. “I will release you both. You have my word,” he assures him.

Steven hums and crosses his leg over his other one and waits. Khonshu seems to gather what it means and sighs before he continues to add more. “And I will leave Layla and Y/N alone.”

You swallow thickly and find…displeasure in that. Kind of.

“I like the sound of that,” Steven says and gets up. “Good. Glad we got that all sorted out. Now, how the heck are we gonna get to Cairo?”

“You forget, little worm,” Khonshu retorts. “I am still the God of the Night Sky!” Sand begins swirl around Stevens feet like it did with you, however, Steven panics.

“All right, you know what? I think you can take this one, Marc.”

“Hurry up, idiots!” Khonshu exclaims before Marc returns.

Once he does he offers you his hand. “Grab my hand,” Your dad says.

It would be way more cool if you could be the one flying too. Yet. You can’t anymore, so you take his hand and he pulls you to him, and then pulls you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist before he suddenly jolts off the ground and begins to fly away in disguise of the night sky.

When you begin to approach the chamber of the gods you can see the purple hue tainted in the sky, you can see Ammit now towering over the pyramid eating the souls they had already killed. And on top of said pyramid was Harrow. Yet your father doesn’t take you with him towards your common enemy, he flies down to the ground by the pyramid instead.

“Find Layla,” he orders, and sets you down on the ground before he flies off again without letting you protest.

That’s probably for the best though.

Nevertheless you rip your gaze away from the sky and turn to head back towards the entrance. Just before you could go into the rubble though, the woman you’re looking for walks out in a cool fighting suit as well.

Layla’s albeit was different, it was like a white dress with gold armor, and gold pants under. She carries gold accessories, and in the middle of her necklace was a scarab. She looked incredible.

“Y/N,” she says in surprise and studies you for the suit you had on before. “What happened? Are you okay?”

You study her and smirk. “What happened to you? Was it Taweret?” You ask as your eyes go wide. “Did you accept her proposal?”

Layla nods stiffly. “Only for now,” she lets you know. “Just to help take down Ammit.”

You begin to grin. “That’s—cool. You look awesome!”

Layla smiles softly. “You did too. What happened?”

You sigh. “Khonshu let me go, he fulfilled his promise, he helped my dad.” You share happily.

Layla lets out a relieved sigh and she nods before she turns around to look up the pyramid. “That’s good. That’s very good. Where is he now?”

You glance back and reveal, “fighting Harrow. I tried to stop Ammit, but she escaped before I could do anything.”

“It’s okay,” Layla assures you and turns to face you again. “Hang on, we have to help the people down in the city.” She then proceeds to throw her arms out and golden wings come out from behind her.

Wings! She had wings! She’s so damn lucky. Now all you’re left with are your boring gadgets. No cool sword, no cool armor, nothing. Damn….

Now all you can do is cling onto her too and have her fly you down to the ground just like Marc did. And just like him she flies off and leaves you alone.

“So awesome,” you grumble to yourself. “Yeah. Leave me, powerless me, defenseless against soul sucking cultists.” You begin to jog to where the people are running away from and continue to complain. “Oh, y/n? Where is she? Who knows, she can’t fly so I left her,” you huff. “Now I’ll take my sweet ole time getting there.”

You proceed to do as you say considering they have powers and you have nothing left but a few gadgets. They can fight Harrow and his men without you for some time.

Not to mention, just before you can turn the last corner left before you can reach the plaza you can already hear the commotion, bullets and breaking glass. No one seems to be concerned. Then again it probably does make your fathers life easier if you’re not in the way, if you’re slowly making your way there and accidently bumping into someone.

“Sorry,” you tell them mindlessly even if they might not understand you, and walk past them without noting that they seem too calm for people running away from all the calamity.

“Wait!” They call; and expecting they need help, you turn. You let them walk towards you and wait for what they needed to say.

Albeit rather than telling you something, they forcefully grab your wrists and a searing pain suddenly slams into your entire body. It almost paralyzes you, but you muster the strength to slam your head on their nose, causing them to yelp out and let go of you to stumble back.

In that moment as you stumble back yourself, you figure out that they were Harrow's people. You can’t see their tattoo but there’s no other explanation. He was trying to read your scales—no he was trying to kill you.

You scoff and look down at your wrists in slight disbelief before you then use your raging anger and charge at them to throw your leg out and kick them back.

The person slams into some tables and groans. Before they have a chance to defend themselves you grab the side of their head and slam it to the table's surface so hard they knock out in that instant.

You might be powerless, but you aren’t fucking defenseless. Fuck those fucking hypocrites.

“Fuck you,” you spat at the body and then shift around to try and continue towards the plaza.

Alas, once again before you can make it far, this time you’re suddenly tackled to the floor from behind.

“You’re the daughter aren't you?” They ask by your ear before they pick themselves off you and flip you around so you can face their scarf covered face.

“What's it to you, bastard?” You scowl and try to kick him back, but he then knees your stomach, making you immediately stop and groan as you feel like you were paralyzed.

“Let’s see how well he can stop Harrow if you’re dead,” he hisses and then gets on his knees at your side to grab your wrists, so three more of his friends can come and hold down each one of your limbs. “Hold her down. She’s a fighter.”

Once you’ve somewhat recuperated from the knee to the stomach, you begin to squirm and try to thrash around. “Let me go!” You bellow. “Let me go!”

The man with the scarf around his mouth and at the top of his head proceeds to read your scales, causing you to hesitate so you could watch what came out.

And much to your misfortunate the scales move rapidly at first before slowing down and reading as unbalanced.

“No,” you whisper in disbelief since you know what follows. “No. No!” You cry and continue trying to fight them off. “Let me go!” You then scream at the top of your lungs, but the man continues to tighten his grip around your wrist, making that searing pain return.

This time albeit that pain leaves you paralyzed. This time you can’t find the strength to fight back.

However, before they can…take your soul, and before you could suddenly die, a tip of a gold dagger gets impaled through the man’s eye and causes him to immediately stop from killing you.

Two of the three people who held you down let you go to get up and run off, leaving only one left who keeps your other wrist down. She tries to continue what the other man was doing, but you swing your other arm and punch her square in the face, making them fall back.

Rather than following after her and knocking her out, you get on your hands and knees and begin to pant as you think about the fact that your scales were…Unbalanced? They were unbalanced. That means….that….

Your breathing begins to get harder to catch, it starts feeling like your heart is going to come out of your chest. You begin to feel hot, and your thoughts begin to race. You try to calm down, but you then feel a hand on your shoulder and end up throwing yourself forward to get the hand off you.

“Let me go! Don’t fucking touch me,” you seethe and push yourself up whilst you pull out your dagger.

“<Y/N, sweetheart, it’s me. It’s just me,>” you recognize your father saying to you in Spanish.

And when you lift your gaze you see him slowly trying to approach you with his mask off.

“Pa?” You whisper and can’t help but let out a soft whimper before you both run to each other to wrap one another in embrace. “They…they tried to…they were about to…I—”

“<It’s okay, you’re okay,” he cuts off your stammering, and caresses your back as he holds onto you just as tight as before. As if it’s the first time seeing you. “I’m here now. I got you.>”

He then pulls back and cups your cheeks to study your face as if it’s the first time he’s seeing you.

“<My girl,> he continues to whisper softly in spanish. He then proceeds to offer you a soft smile and wipes away your tears.

“Let’s go. Where’s Layla?” You ask and break the moment.

Your father nods and pulls away, letting you pass him to face the plaza in hopes you’d catch Layla fighting, but all you hear is the sound of chaos.

“You know I may not have powers anymore,” you mention and don’t touch on what just happened, instead you begin walking ahead. “But I am still useful. I mean I did leave some stuff at home, and some things are untested, but Layla has taught me to fight, and well….I picked…” you trail off when you don’t notice your dad following at your side. When you look back you notice him staring down at the dead bodies he left behind of the people who had wanted to kill you.

“Pa? What’s wrong?” You ask in confusion.

Marc turns around and shakes his head before he runs over to catch up to you

“What were you saying?” He asks.

You glance over at him and narrow your gaze briefly before you just shake your head and just leave it for later. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you later.”

Your dad nods, and once you walk out of the street you see Layla helping people out of a turned over van.

“Layla—” you try to call, but then Harrow's voice cuts you off.

“Had Ammit been allowed to rule,” he says and then begins to shoot his power from his cane to your dad, causing him to cross his arms over one another to block the beam of power. “Young Randall’s life would’ve been saved, your family would’ve been happy. She need only remove one weed from the garden.” He grunts, and his power begins to push your dad back. “You.”

Harrow's power falters, letting your dad grab a dagger to try and throw it, however Harrow manages to stop him with his power and begins to hurt Marc, getting you pissed.

“Let him go!” You bellow and pull out your dagger to throw it at him. And this time you actually hit his arm, making him groan and stumble back.

When he catches his footing Harrow then looks over at you and shoots you a piercing glare. “Your scales lack balance!” He snaps at you.

You grab your last paralyzing gadget and prepare to throw it at him, but he then swings his cane and shoots his power at your chest, making Marc yell out as you get thrown back. “No!”

When you hit the ground, you’re a bit dazed by the pain, but you do hear running before there’s an explosion and screaming.

“Fuck,” you grumble and ignore your pain to push yourself up, feeling yourself stumble a bit before you find your footing and blink repeatdly to clear your blurry vision.

However, that’s when you see two people with big guns approaching you. You notice one of Layla's wings trapped under your dad's dagger. And lastly see your own dad on the ground as Harrow stops at his side to slam the end of his cane on his chest.

You instinctively try to run over and help, but the men force you back with their guns, forcing you to watch as Harrow's power shoots at your fathers chest, bringing closer to death.

“Put your hands up!” One of them shouts at you.

You rip your eyes off your dad and do as they man say whilst you force tears to your eyes.

“Please, I just want to go home, I lost my father,” you slowly begin to approach them as they watch you cry. “One of the people said my scales were balanced please—”

“Where are your scales then?” The second man demands to know, making you look down at your blank wrists. Shit. Right.

“Please,” you ignore their comment, and slowly begin to crouch down. “Please let me go. I just want to see my father.”

The men look at one another, letting you look behind them, only to notice that your father was now off the ground and killing off Layla’s attackers.

“Give us your wrists!” The first man yells.

You nod in agreement, and just before they can approach you, and before you can sit on your knees, you swing your leg under the second man’s feet, causing him to fall back. The first man points his gun at where you were and almost hits the trigger, but a gold dagger then goes through his throat and instantly makes him collapse.

When you look over you see your dad. His glowing eyes meet your gaze for a brief second before he then goes to the second guy that was trying to get up, and stomps on bashes his head on the street.

You gasp from shock and snap your eyes to Layla to share the same disbelief before you look back at your father and watch him swiftly fight off Harrow.

Harrow tries to put up a fight but your dad then ends up throwing him to the ground, and points his own weapon on his forehead.

“Dad?” You call breathlessly and slowly walk over to him.

Marc takes his mask off and doesn’t look over at you, he just lets Harrow fall before he could kill him, and then looks at the weapon in his hand as if confused on what it was or something.

You try to approach him to try and figure out what’s going on in his mind, but he proceeds to drop the cane and slowly turns around. You meet his gaze and swallow thickly before you avert your gaze and step aside.

It’s not that you were scared of the gruesome violence he displayed, you were just a bit surprised that’s all.

Regardless, you watch Steven emerge for a brief second Marc returns as he turns around again to take in what just happened.

“Dad?” You call again, and this time he meets your gaze.

“Yeah,” he say between pants.

You look down and then back at him, however before you can say a thing, Layla beats you to it. “What the hell was that?”

As you look over at her you see that she finally manages to get rid of the dagger that had her wing trapped.

“I blacked out,” your dad answers as he continues to look around.

You swallow thickly, and then hear distant rumbling. When you look at where it comes from you see Ammit and Khonshu still fighting. Actually Ammit is beating Khonshu.

“Get Harrow,” Layla says as she begins to stride forward to collect the broken cane off the ground. “I know how to stop Ammit.”

Without hesitation your dad does as he’s told, and you all then proceed to walk back to the Chamber of the Gods, where your dad puts Harrow down on a large piece of rubble.

“The power of this room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow's body,” Layla adds, letting your dad walk back to stand at her side—“Quick, grab my hand so we can start the spell.”

Without asking how this is done, you step back and let them do their thing since you figure that this just requires them.

And of course as expected when they both grab hands, they begin to chant and cause that purple hued power to come out from their hands and circle around, meeting each statue of the gods. And honestly seeing what they were doing was kind of cool, seeing the purple glow, hearing them chant was chilling in a very good way. Part of you wishes you could be a part of it too.

Nevertheless, before long, the power begins to go through Harrow's body until finally it stops and you hear Ammit talk through him.

“You can never contain me, I’ll never stop.”

The purple hue then proceeds to go off as Harrows body lays flat on the rubble, and the chanting stops.

“Is it over?” You ask and cautiously begin to approach the pair, hearing your dad grunt as he drops his head.

“Not yet,” you recognize Khonshu say, causing you to stop in your tracks.

When you snap your head to the side you see him walking over from behind Layla.

“Finish it, Marc,” he addresses your dad now. “And leave neither of them alive.”

Your dad approaches Harrow's body, and pulls out a dagger as he takes Harrow's body off the rubble to hold the blade over him, and hesitates.

“While he lives, so too does she,” Khonshu continues to say.

“I have to finish this,” your dad mutters. “If not, I’ll never be free.”

You take one step towards your father and just watch him. You don’t try to stop him, and why would you? If this is what he has to do to get rid of Ammit, then you’d just watch him do it without any protests. She’s evil, why let her live and risk her doing more harm?

Yet Layla does protest. “Marc!”

Said man glances over before he could stab Harrow.

“You have a choice,” Layla continues to say. “You are free.”

You continue to watch him in silence and just hear Khonshu argue. “The choice is vengeance. We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

Right.

Your dad looks over at him and retorts, “now you sound just like her.”

You drop your gaze and stiffen at his comment as you begin to think to your unbalanced scales.

Is this why? Because given the chance you would kill the both of them?

“You want them dead,” your dad continues to say. And now when you return your gaze to him, you see he let Harrow go to throw his dagger to the side. “Do it yourself.”

There's a brief silence before Marc breaks it, “now, release us.”

Khonshu hesitates and glances over at Layla, and then looks at you for a longer second before finally looking back at your dad and giving in. “As you wish,” he says, and then turns to sand and disappears.

Not long after your dad's suit begins to disappear too, giving off a white glow before all there is is his mundane clothes.

“Pa?” You call and walk over to him. “Is it done?”

Your father looks over at you and nods. “He’s gone,” he assures you as well as himself.

You smile at him. “Good,” you say and sigh. “Now…can we go? It’s been a long fucking day.”

Your dad chuckles and nods as he hops off the rubble and joins your side to grab your shoulder and Layla’s. “Let’s go,” he says to the both of you.

“Maybe we can stop and get some food?” You suggest excitedly.

Marc nods. “Sure. Whatever you want, kid.”

——

*SOMETIME LATER. NEW YORK*

Loud music blasts in your ears, sparks fly everywhere, lights from your computer flash, making you add one last touch on what you’re working on before you pull away and pull off your safety goggles.

“Run diagnostics,” you instruct your friend sitting across from you as you move back on your chair, and then spin around to drag yourself to your own laptop on your bed.

“On it,” Marvin mumbles and spins around in his chair to work on his laptop placed on your desk.

You pull your headphones down and click on the email you just got whilst you throw some chips into your mouth. When you open the email you see that the email address is sketchier than usual, it’s not from your usual contact.

“Okay,” you sigh and click on some things so you can try and find an IP address.

“Who is it?” Marvin asks. “A job?”

You shrug, and while you’re waiting for your results you scroll down, seeing that it is information for a job.

“Yeah,” you let your friend know. “But….” You pause and click your teeth while you read what's contained inside. “…It’s not from my usual contact.” You hum, and then feel your eyes instantly widen as you see that the payment is high, more than you’ve gotten paid for before. “Damn. It pays fucking well.”

Marvin rolls over to you and moves your screen so he can read for himself. “It pays…” he pauses and swears under his breath. “Three figures.” He snaps his head to you and queries. “Are you going to take it? Take it!””

Your computer flashes again, so you turn your screen towards you and check the results for an IP address. Yet you get nothing, it’s blocked, adding to the mystery.

“I don’t know who the buyer is,” you inform him as you continue to read the job details with your eyes narrowed. “It just says that the item is an old relic stolen from an East African region, and,” you click your tongue and slowly put a chip in your mouth. “It will be auctioned on Sunday next week. That’s a weird day.” You mumble and begin to munch slowly.

“They’re rich people,” Marvin comments as he grabs chips from your bag. “Who knows why they do what they do.”

You laugh softly and keep scrolling. “It says,” you continue. “That the goal is to take it before it gets sold because that’s the only time they’ll have it on display.”

“Name of contractor?” Marvin asks and leans closer to you.

You shake your head, “No name, or contact info whatsoever, it just says to click accept or deny.” You huff out and sit back to think of what you can do.

The obvious answer would be to leave it. You’re just starting off, it would be a risk to take it—but fuck…you did get the email for a reason…

“I don’t know,” you grumble and slam your head on your hands. “I shouldn’t take it.”

Marvin stays quiet for a moment before you hear him huff out and add on the matter. “And if this nano-tech works out, the job would be so easy.”

You lift your head to peek at him. “Do you know how long I’ve been working on that? It’s not gonna work any time soon.”

Marvin rolls his eyes. “It’s just been a year, don't be dramatic. And! You’re close I can feel it…” he pauses and points at his gut. “Here.”

You quirk your brow and groan before you cover your face again.

“And if it doesn’t work?” You question in a muffled voice. “If I get caught—”

“We,” he interjects. “If we get caught.”

You sigh and correct yourself. “If we get caught, I lose my internship, you lose your scholarship, we go to jail, my dad bails me out and then him and Layla bind me to an ushabti as punishment.”

Marvin hums and shrugs. “Is it really the end?” He probes.

Without waiting for the rest of his comment you nod. “Yes. Being stuck in an ushabti is, I imagine, like, being stuck in stone. Or like I don’t maybe a genie—”

Marvin cuts you off, “I mean you probably will still keep working off jobs. You’ll get money. And you’ll actually get more—”

“No,” you cut him off and pick your head off your hands. “I won’t lose my internship. I’ve come too far. You can’t lose your scholarship. I won’t do it. I'll pass.” You nod stiffly and close out of the email to then spin around and face the nano-tech housing unit. “I’ll work on this, finish this.”

Marvin’s computer gets a notification so he rapidly rolls over to his side of the table to read it, whilst you put your goggles back on and grab your utensils.

“Oh, oh, my…fuck!” Marvin exclaims and jumps out of his chair. “Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” He turns around and slams his hands on the table. “You did it! It works! It fucking works!”

You stumble out of your chair and look at him in disbelief. “Shut up,” you mouth breathlessly. “Shut up. Marvin.” You begin to walk over to him, and he quickly picks his laptop off the table to show you his screen that reads “trail run 102, 99% successful.”

It works. It fucking works.

You begin to laugh before you both begin to jump up and down from excitement.

“Fuck yeah,” you yell and hop over to him to embrace him. “Yes!”

Marvin wraps one arm around you, but quickly pulls back to face you. “You’re smart, you know that?”

You smirk and get all cocky. “I know I am.” You shoot him a wink.

Marvin lets out a sigh and begins to show off a mischievous smirk. “You know what that means right?” He doesn’t wait and answers himself. “You’re doing that job. You’re doing it.”

You pull back and begin gnawing the inside of your cheek as you once again begin to think about the offer. It would be good on one hand; to finally separate yourself from Layla and do this somewhat solo.

Then again it is a risk because it will be your first solo mission, and also because there's just so many more factors to worry about. And what if your scales are unbalanced because of this job, of what you do?

Then again…the job can be used to prove to your father that you aren’t a little girl anymore, that you are more than capable of doing this stuff. Because you are…

You are.

You begin to smile and without saying anything you run over to your computer and click accept without overthinking it.

Marvin gasps and puts his laptop down to then walk over to you.

“You accepted it,” he mumbles.

You nod slowly and glance over at him to slowly begin smiling. “I accepted,” you repeat.

From one moment to the next your phone begins to ring, making your shoulders jump, and causing Marvin to react for you.

“It’s them, answer it,” he whispers as if whoever was calling could hear.

You share a nervous look before you slide your phone off the table and check; noticing that it’s only Marc.

“It’s just my dad,” you sigh with relief and answer. “Hello?”

“Hey,” he immediately answers back. “Hey, Wolf.”

You sit down and sigh. “Hey, pa, what’s up?” You ask slowly and a bit uncomfortably.

It’s just awkward that’s all. Sure that day that he got rid of Ammit and was freed was a good day, he came back to life, everyone was living a bliss weekend, but after it passed, when you were back in London that went away. Everyone was reminded of what happened, how he has been ignoring Layla and you, and things just got awkward.

You are trying to work things out, he is back in your life again, but it doesn’t take away the tension just yet.

“I just,” he mutters. “Wanted to check on you. I hope you weren’t busy.”

You shake your head and slowly begin to spin around in your chair. “Nope…just finishing some work at my room. What are you up to?”

“I’m here too!” You recognize Stevens' British accent suddenly coming through your phone. “I’m here y/n. Hello.”

You giggle. “Hi Steven. What’s up? Why are you guys calling? It’s…” you pause and spin around to check the time on your laptop. “It’s early over there.”

“Well,” you hear Marc say now. “We need to tell you something.”

You stay quiet and catch your computer flash as you wait.

“We’re going to visit you in New York next week.” Your dad reveals, causing you to choke on your own saliva since you gasp.

“Someone didn’t want to make it a surprise,” Steven complains. “Is it okay though? We know it’s so sudden, but it was meant to be a surprise visit.”

You clear your throat. “Yeah,” you lie. “That’s totally fine. I’ll be here. No plans.” You click on the response from your new contact and scoff softly. “Whatsoever.”

“Good,” Marc says. “I just want to catch up, you know? Check out this very famous tech company you work at. See how you’re doing. I…owe it to you, I’ve been an ass.”

You drop your gaze and feel your frown form. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Maybe you’re right.”

Marc chuckles softly. “I am.”

You look up and in your head read the one sentence on the email. “We’ll contact you when the job is done.”

That’s super informative. Not suspicious whatsoever.

“How long will you stay?” You ask your dad as you nervously gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

“Just Wednesday to Monday,” he shares.

Great. That means he’ll be here by then. That’s fucking great!

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Tagged: @broadwaytraaaaash @jasminemohmed

[ferromagnetiic]

𝟑 - 𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒:

literally every hue of red

obsidian

golden-bronze

steel-silver

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

faded whiffs of cheap deodorant mingled with sweat at the end of a busy afternoon. distinct, masculine musk and warmed skin from being outside in the summer sun, beating down on him. the shared tang of the ocean’s headwind.

the nervousness lingering in the back of your nose, during moments of sharpened instincts; staining your tongue with something foul. like trepidation. he smells like oncoming threat. he smells like the anxiety you experience when you know danger is approaching, like something bad is about to occur, though you're uncertain of what that entails. he smells like clammy palms and a quickened heartbeat and a distrust that never quite dissipates.

metallic notes: spilled blood and laborious metalwork. the dryness of dusty tools in need of a polish, accompanied by the overwhelming bite of motor oil. an engine that's been running for too long, been functioning too hard, and is now emitting fumes.

the booze he's been drinking. rum on the rocks, or a frothy beer. stale fruit. shrouded in miasma while glasses clink in celebration as his men exchange a round of hearty toasts. an occasional cigarette when he steps outside for a smoke break. cheap thrills and long nights.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

his signature coat: an exotic plume of feathers, heavier than it looks and impossible to ignore, racing like a sea of soft fire down his back.

gaudy-printed pants which some would consider an eyesore for being so needlessly dramatic.

crimson hair, spiked each morning with copious amounts of hair gel.

a sizeable collection of expensive jewelry: bangles, cuffs, rings; stolen and never once bought.

bold lipstick in dark shades and kohl eyeliner painted on a face that would otherwise be too bare without.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

a pair of tinted goggles from an old friend dear to him, still.

the harsh, jagged edges of a false alloy arm: a paradox in both loss and gain. of something clearly solid yet missing.

a welding torch carelessly abandoned on the ground next to the incomplete body of an unfinished project.

a well-used electric guitar resting atop an amp.

imposing mechanical animals seeming to contain life of their own, rattling and hissing with complicated motions.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

the brutal collision of a fist; knowing precisely where to land to make his opponent reel.

the brawl-promised warning of a sneer poorly disguised as a wry smile.

the fluid movement of a tongue, thick with an accent belonging to an almost-dead language.

the absentminded wiping of grease-smears on an old rag.

bellowing laughter; gruff, satisfied rumbling lodged within a throat.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

“the scream of thunderbolts overhead; a country that has lost its privileges to quiet skies. the deafening patter of raindrops crashing onto tin roofs. there’s a presence in the junkyard hidden amongst the piles of scrap. sparks that are unpleasant to touch. a thousand flesh-eating sea kings swarming the coast, keeping you at bay. fingertips smudged with pencil lead from designing blueprints, so many of which are torn. your first successful invention, and short-lived moments of joy. pride swells in your chest.”

"a storehouse of restless discomfort and emotion. static stammering beyond your rabid snarling, the rushing of blood giving rise to the fine hairs on the back of your neck, disobedient and unlistening. a tense jaw that’s starting to go sore from gritted molars. everything about you is so loud. they won't part from you, uninjured. they'll speak of spite as though they'll understand it half as well as you do."

“being too good at these war-games. at collecting broken teeth and lacerations on your knees. a narrowed set of copper eyes — alight with animosity, dangerous and unnerving. it should hurt each time they knock you down; yet you don't quite feel it anymore. no love for the frail. you're about as angry as a bruise can get."

"your pull, magnetized on the outside, commands the creaking of the earth’s core. all iron folds to your will. you have little interest in playing god; despite what they say. you don't believe in transcendence, only perspective. so you continue to climb, tireless: a sentient contraption of mismatched parts continuously breaking down in the pursuit of strength. you’re an unburied artefact, terror on hooves. a rampaging minotaur lost inside the remnants of a once-great civilization. the wild shrillness of your best friend’s laughter, reeking in sacrifice and hardship, makes your residual limb flare up in turn. the pressure upon your shoulders remains heavier than any monstrous prosthetic you wield. you’ll protect everyone who’s counting on you: you’ve no other choice. you glint in spite of the rust."

"you were a boy once, turned man too early. you cling to survival like a hungry dogchild, thinking he can feast on raw bones alone, hurting yourself on every splinter. your stomach pierced; you, swearing you're never going to die. this is what it means to be the underdog. this is what it means to have the mettle not to recoil when you were made to stand in the living room of fear. you dread nothing and no one."

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◈　 ⇢  @jynxd　 ⋯　 Closed Starter

　⊰ ⸻ ⊱　It had been a clear day at sea, and making port had proved far easier than she expected. The seas had granted her an easy day, and one she thanked the spirits for. With the winds and water, the sea was a fickle mistress and one never to mistake for gentle. It had been her life, her freedom, each day upon the washing waves that lapped against the hull of the ship, giving passage through the oceans with little to worry over. But, they had to make port. She had heard of one of her bounties taking refuge in the city of iron and glass, but they needed to also resupply. "Alright boys," Sarah jumped up on top of a wooden crate, grabbing one of the ropes around the center mast. "Let's try not to cause too much trouble, and if you do well.... don't get caught," Miss Fortune grinned, as she grabbed her hand and dropped it onto the crate.

"Mr. Reaves, I'm leaving you in charge while I take off. I'm gonna get a drink, see what provisions we can pick up," She said, as she tapped her first mate's shoulder and squeezed it. "Keep things tidy around here, k laddie? And if any shit comes up, you know what to do. I'll be back later this evening, I'm guessing we'll be docked for the next two to three days," With a quick aye aye captain, Sarah bounced her feet onto the end of the shipping platform and made her way into the city of Piltover.

She had been here many a time, it wasn't uncommon for a bounty to be found in Zaun, very few seem to linger in Piltover though. No where really to hide in the sunlight and the enforcers weren't ones to play with. A few times she had to truffle with them, though they never managed to cuff her. But... she would behave... the best she could.

Red bangs fluttered in the wing as she pushed the long braid over her shoulder. A beige shirt rested on her shoulders, puffed out sleeves that cuffed around her wrist. Bangles of gold lined each wrist, along with a brilliant gold necklace and a single emerald in the center of it. A gift from an old friend. Her leather brown vest wrapped over her shoulders and held tight by a large brown belt, and her pistols rested on either hip. Tight leather black pants adored her legs, with a set of calf-high boots. She did not attempt to even hide, even though she didn't fit into this society; but would they say no to a gold coin? Highly doubtful in her opinion, gold ruled this world no matter where she went. It was a universal language, a gold coin could buy a drink, a room to sleep, food, it could buy services, and more. It proved an easy feat to sway man with something shiny.

the sign Marble's Rest swung lightly overhead as she pushed it open and stepped inside. "Eh," She muttered under her breath. What kind of bar was this? The counter shined, freshly cleaned, and wiped down, with just a couple of customers at the end of it. Tables were around the walls and some in the center, metal with chairs or booths depending on the location. The walls were painted white, lined with gold and blue, and Sarah believed it was far too clean to be called a bar. A couple of blue uniforms sat to the right of her, as she glanced in their direction and then saw what looked to be a bunch of scientists celebrating something to the left of her. "What's a girl going to do to liven this place up a little bit," She muttered under her breath as she moved over to sit down.

The barkeep walked over and she put down a couple of coins. "Give me your best shit on the house," She grinned, leaning against the counter with her left arm and the man scrutinized her for her language, but gave a shrug. As she knew it; gold was gold, no matter where she went. The refined glass was placed on the counter, a few clanks of ice cups, and then filled with a golden amber drink. "Thanks, handsome," She grinned, grabbing the glass and tipping it toward him. She lifted it to her lips, tasting the spice and sharp tang down her throat. Still not as strong as some she had in Bilgewater, but it wasn't bad.

A ding of the bell, caused Sarah's eyes to glance sideways, and while she seemed lighthearted, she never took her guard down. that's when she noticed the red-pink hair of another woman, sitting down at the bar as she took another sip of her drink. Now she didn't quite look like she fit in with the other Fancy Schmancy men in here, and she noticed there were no women as of yet. No doubt, to early to be drinking in the first place, besides the few who were around.

" 'Bout time I saw another lady round these parts. What is it, these people don't know how to have a good time?" Miss Fortune asked the one next to her, as her finger brushed along the top of her glass.

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How to Mix and Match 925 Silver Jewelry with Other Metals

Mixing and matching jewelry made from different metals can create a unique, stylish look that adds depth and interest to your outfit. 925 silver, with its bright shine and versatility, pairs beautifully with a variety of other metals. Here’s a guide to help you mix and match 925 silver jewelry with other metals seamlessly.

1. Understand Metal Characteristics

1.1. 925 Silver

Bright and Shiny: 925 silver, also known as sterling silver, is known for its bright and reflective surface.

Versatile: Its neutral color makes it a versatile base for mixing with other metals.

1.2. Gold

Warm Tones: Gold jewelry, available in yellow, white, and rose varieties, adds warmth and richness.

Classic Elegance: Gold pieces often exude a classic and luxurious feel.

1.3. Rose Gold

Romantic Hue: Rose gold has a soft, pinkish tint that adds a romantic and feminine touch.

Modern Appeal: It’s a modern favorite that blends well with both silver and gold.

1.4. Copper

Earthy Warmth: Copper offers an earthy, reddish-brown hue that pairs well with natural and bohemian styles.

Rustic Charm: Its rustic appearance adds an interesting contrast to the brightness of silver.

1.5. Brass

Golden Look: Brass resembles gold but with a deeper, more muted tone.

Vintage Vibe: It’s often used in vintage and statement pieces, offering a distinctive look.

2. Basic Principles of Mixing Metals

2.1. Balance

Harmonious Look: Strive for balance by mixing metals in equal proportions. For example, if you’re wearing a silver necklace, balance it with a gold bracelet and rose gold earrings.

Anchor Pieces: Use one metal as the anchor and add pieces in other metals to complement it.

2.2. Layering

Necklaces: Layer necklaces of different lengths and metals for a chic, bohemian look. For instance, pair a short silver choker with a longer gold pendant necklace.

Bracelets: Stack bracelets or bangles in different metals to create a dynamic and textured wrist look.

2.3. Themes and Styles

Consistent Theme: Keep a consistent theme or style in mind. For example, if you’re going for a minimalist look, choose simple, delicate pieces in different metals.

Mix Textures: Combine smooth and textured pieces to add visual interest and variety.

3. Combining 925 Silver with Gold

3.1. Two-Tone Jewelry

Integrated Designs: Opt for jewelry pieces that already combine silver and gold, such as two-tone rings or necklaces.

Subtle Mix: Start with small accents of gold with your silver pieces, like a silver bracelet with gold charms.

3.2. Statement Pieces

Bold Combinations: Pair bold gold statement earrings with silver necklaces to create a striking contrast.

Complementary Styles: Ensure the styles of the pieces complement each other, such as pairing a vintage gold bracelet with a classic silver watch.

4. Pairing 925 Silver with Rose Gold

4.1. Romantic Look

Delicate Pieces: Combine delicate silver and rose gold rings for a romantic and elegant look.

Soft Contrasts: The softness of rose gold can be enhanced with the brightness of silver, creating a beautiful contrast.

4.2. Matching Sets

Coordinated Sets: Look for coordinated sets that include both metals, such as a silver and rose gold necklace and earrings set.

Mixed Metals Rings: Wear mixed metal rings together for a harmonious and stylish effect.

5. Blending 925 Silver with Copper

5.1. Earthy Vibes

Natural Themes: Use copper and silver pieces with natural or earthy themes, like leaf or animal designs, to create a cohesive look.

Bohemian Style: Combine silver and copper bracelets and rings for a bohemian, eclectic style.

5.2. Contrast and Complement

Warm and Cool Tones: The warm tone of copper can complement the cool tone of silver, making both metals stand out.

Layering: Layer silver and copper necklaces for a rich, layered look.

6. Combining 925 Silver with Brass

6.1. Vintage Charm

Antique Pieces: Pair vintage brass pieces with contemporary silver jewelry to create a unique blend of old and new.

Statement Accessories: Use brass as a statement piece, like a large brass cuff, and balance it with subtle silver rings or earrings.

6.2. Mixing Textures

Smooth and Textured: Combine smooth silver pieces with textured brass jewelry to add depth and interest.

Art Deco Influence: Look for Art Deco-inspired designs that often incorporate both metals.

7. Tips for Mixing and Matching

7.1. Color Coordination

Outfit Matching: Ensure your mixed metal jewelry complements your outfit’s color palette. Neutral colors like black, white, and gray can help highlight your jewelry.

Skin Tone: Consider your skin tone when mixing metals. While silver and gold suit most skin tones, rose gold and copper are particularly flattering on warm skin tones.

7.2. Confidence and Personal Style

Personal Expression: Use mixed metal jewelry to express your personal style and preferences. Confidence is key to pulling off any look.

Experiment: Don’t be afraid to experiment with different combinations to find what works best for you.

Conclusion

Mixing and matching 925 silver jewelry with other metals is a great way to create unique and stylish looks. By understanding the characteristics of different metals and following basic principles of balance, layering, and thematic consistency, you can seamlessly combine silver with gold, rose gold, copper, and brass. Embrace the versatility and beauty of mixed metal jewelry to enhance your style and make a fashion statement.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Isla Dainty Colorful Gemstone Earrings.

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Gold articles in India

Gold has been an integral part of Indian culture and heritage for centuries. It is not just a precious metal; it is a symbol of prosperity, beauty, and tradition. From ancient temples to modern households, Gold articles in India hold a special place in the hearts of the people. This blog delves into the fascinating world of gold articles, exploring their historical significance, craftsmanship, and contemporary relevance.

The Historical Significance of Gold in India

India's love affair with gold dates back to ancient times. The Indus Valley Civilization, one of the oldest known human civilizations, had a thriving goldsmithing tradition. Archaeological excavations have unearthed gold jewelry and artifacts that highlight the advanced metallurgical skills of the time. Gold was not only a medium of exchange but also a symbol of status and divine blessing.

Craftsmanship of Gold Articles in India

The craftsmanship of gold articles in India is renowned worldwide. Each region has its unique style and technique, reflecting the diversity of Indian culture. Traditional methods of goldsmithing have been passed down through generations, with artisans meticulously crafting exquisite pieces by hand. These gold articles in India range from intricate jewelry to ornate idols, showcasing unparalleled artistry and precision.

Types of Gold Articles in India

India boasts a vast array of gold articles, each serving different purposes and occasions. Among the most popular are gold jewelry, which includes necklaces, earrings, bangles, and rings. Beyond adornments, gold is also used in making religious idols and ceremonial items. For instance, the gold bowl and spoon in India are often used in rituals and auspicious ceremonies, symbolizing purity and prosperity.

Gold Jewelry: A Timeless Treasure

Gold jewelry has always been a cornerstone of Indian culture. It is an essential part of weddings, festivals, and other significant life events. Bridal jewelry sets, often elaborate and heavy, are passed down as family heirlooms. The designs vary from traditional to contemporary, catering to different tastes and preferences. Each piece tells a story, reflecting the rich heritage and artistic flair of goldsmiths in India.

The Significance of Gold in Indian Weddings

Weddings in India are incomplete without gold. It is considered auspicious and a sign of good fortune. Brides are adorned with gold from head to toe, symbolizing wealth and well-being. The tradition of gifting gold articles in India during weddings is deeply rooted, with parents and relatives bestowing gold jewelry and items to bless the couple. This practice not only enhances the grandeur of the occasion but also secures the couple’s financial future.

Religious Significance of Gold Articles

Gold holds a sacred place in Indian religious practices. Temples across the country are adorned with gold ornaments and structures. The famous Golden Temple in Amritsar is a prime example of the spiritual significance of gold. Additionally, gold articles like the gold bowl and spoon in India are used in rituals, enhancing the sanctity and purity of the ceremonies. These items are believed to invoke divine blessings and are revered as holy.

The Evolution of Goldsmithing Techniques

The art of goldsmithing in India has evolved over the centuries. Traditional techniques like filigree, meenakari, and kundan are still prevalent, showcasing the intricate craftsmanship of Indian artisans. Modern techniques and machinery have also been incorporated, allowing for the creation of contemporary designs. However, the essence of handcrafting remains integral, preserving the uniqueness and charm of gold articles in India.

Gold in Contemporary Fashion

In recent years, gold has made a significant comeback in contemporary fashion. Designers are experimenting with gold to create trendy and stylish jewelry that appeals to the younger generation. Minimalistic designs, statement pieces, and fusion jewelry like gold bowl and spoon in India are gaining popularity. Despite these modern trends, traditional gold articles in India continue to hold their charm, seamlessly blending with new-age fashion.

The Investment Value of Gold Articles

Gold is not only a symbol of beauty but also a reliable investment. In India, buying gold articles is seen as a financial security measure. The value of gold tends to appreciate over time, making it a safe investment choice. During economic uncertainties, gold provides stability and can be liquidated easily. This dual role of gold as both an adornment and an asset makes it highly coveted.

Preserving the Heritage: Goldsmithing Communities

The legacy of goldsmithing in India is preserved by various artisan communities across the country. These communities, often based in rural areas, have dedicated their lives to the craft. Their skills are honed over years of practice and passed down through generations. Initiatives to support and promote these artisans are crucial in preserving the rich heritage of gold articles in India.

Gold Articles as Gifts

Gold articles are popular gifts in India, symbolizing love, respect, and good wishes. From newborns to elders, gifting gold is a common practice during festivals and celebrations. Items like gold coins, jewelry, and even the gold bowl and spoon in India are considered auspicious gifts. These gifts are cherished and often become treasured family heirlooms.

The Role of Gold in Indian Festivals

Festivals in India are vibrant and joyous, and gold plays a significant role in these celebrations. During Diwali, Dhanteras, and Akshaya Tritiya, it is customary to buy gold as it is believed to bring prosperity and good luck. Temples are decorated with gold ornaments, and people invest in gold articles in India to mark these auspicious occasions. The purchase of gold during festivals is not just a tradition but a cultural expression of joy and reverence.

Gold Articles in Indian Mythology

Indian mythology is replete with references to gold, symbolizing purity, immortality, and divine power. Gods and goddesses are often depicted adorned with gold ornaments. Stories of golden chariots, palaces, and cities abound, reflecting the cultural significance of gold. These mythical tales have influenced the designs and usage of gold articles in India, embedding them deeply in the cultural psyche.

The Ethical Aspect of Gold Mining

While gold is cherished for its beauty and value, it is essential to consider the ethical aspects of gold mining. Responsible sourcing and sustainable practices are becoming increasingly important. Consumers are now more aware and seek assurance that their gold articles in India are sourced ethically. Supporting ethical practices ensures the preservation of the environment and the well-being of mining communities.

Customization and Personalization of Gold Articles

Customization is a growing trend in the jewelry industry. People prefer personalized gold articles that reflect their individuality and style. From engraving names to designing unique pieces, customization adds a personal touch. Navrathan Jewellers, for instance, offers bespoke services, allowing customers to create their own unique gold articles in India, tailored to their preferences.

The Global Appeal of Indian Gold Articles

Indian gold articles have a global appeal due to their intricate designs and superior craftsmanship. They are highly sought after in international markets, symbolizing the rich cultural heritage of India. Indian gold jewelry is often worn by celebrities and featured in fashion shows, highlighting its timeless elegance. The global demand for these articles underscores the universal admiration for Indian craftsmanship.

The Future of Gold Articles in India

The future of gold articles in India looks promising. With a rich legacy and evolving trends, the industry continues to thrive. Innovations in design and technology, coupled with traditional craftsmanship, are set to propel the industry forward. The growing interest in ethical sourcing and sustainability will also shape the future, ensuring that gold articles in India remain a symbol of beauty and integrity.

Conclusion

Gold articles in India are more than just decorative items; they are an embodiment of the country's heritage, culture, and artistry. From traditional jewelry to ceremonial items like the gold bowl and spoon in India, each piece tells a story of craftsmanship and devotion. As we move forward, preserving this rich legacy while embracing modern trends will ensure that gold continues to shine brightly in Indian culture and beyond.

Navrathan Jewellers takes pride in being a part of this illustrious tradition, offering a wide range of gold articles that cater to diverse tastes and occasions. Whether you are looking for a timeless piece of jewelry or a unique gold article, Navrathan Jewellers promises to deliver excellence and elegance, keeping the rich heritage of gold articles in India alive for generations to come.

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Gold articles in India

Gold has been an integral part of Indian culture and heritage for centuries. It is not just a precious metal; it is a symbol of prosperity, beauty, and tradition. From ancient temples to modern households, Gold articles in India hold a special place in the hearts of the people. This blog delves into the fascinating world of gold articles, exploring their historical significance, craftsmanship, and contemporary relevance.

The Historical Significance of Gold in India

India's love affair with gold dates back to ancient times. The Indus Valley Civilization, one of the oldest known human civilizations, had a thriving goldsmithing tradition. Archaeological excavations have unearthed gold jewelry and artifacts that highlight the advanced metallurgical skills of the time. Gold was not only a medium of exchange but also a symbol of status and divine blessing.

Craftsmanship of Gold Articles in India

The craftsmanship of gold articles in India is renowned worldwide. Each region has its unique style and technique, reflecting the diversity of Indian culture. Traditional methods of goldsmithing have been passed down through generations, with artisans meticulously crafting exquisite pieces by hand. These gold articles in India range from intricate jewelry to ornate idols, showcasing unparalleled artistry and precision.

Types of Gold Articles in India

India boasts a vast array of gold articles, each serving different purposes and occasions. Among the most popular are gold jewelry, which includes necklaces, earrings, bangles, and rings. Beyond adornments, gold is also used in making religious idols and ceremonial items. For instance, the gold bowl and spoon in India are often used in rituals and auspicious ceremonies, symbolizing purity and prosperity.

Gold Jewelry: A Timeless Treasure

Gold jewelry has always been a cornerstone of Indian culture. It is an essential part of weddings, festivals, and other significant life events. Bridal jewelry sets, often elaborate and heavy, are passed down as family heirlooms. The designs vary from traditional to contemporary, catering to different tastes and preferences. Each piece tells a story, reflecting the rich heritage and artistic flair of goldsmiths in India.

The Significance of Gold in Indian Weddings

Weddings in India are incomplete without gold. It is considered auspicious and a sign of good fortune. Brides are adorned with gold from head to toe, symbolizing wealth and well-being. The tradition of gifting gold articles in India during weddings is deeply rooted, with parents and relatives bestowing gold jewelry and items to bless the couple. This practice not only enhances the grandeur of the occasion but also secures the couple’s financial future.

Religious Significance of Gold Articles

Gold holds a sacred place in Indian religious practices. Temples across the country are adorned with gold ornaments and structures. The famous Golden Temple in Amritsar is a prime example of the spiritual significance of gold. Additionally, gold articles like the gold bowl and spoon in India are used in rituals, enhancing the sanctity and purity of the ceremonies. These items are believed to invoke divine blessings and are revered as holy.

The Evolution of Goldsmithing Techniques

The art of goldsmithing in India has evolved over the centuries. Traditional techniques like filigree, meenakari, and kundan are still prevalent, showcasing the intricate craftsmanship of Indian artisans. Modern techniques and machinery have also been incorporated, allowing for the creation of contemporary designs. However, the essence of handcrafting remains integral, preserving the uniqueness and charm of gold articles in India.

Gold in Contemporary Fashion

In recent years, gold has made a significant comeback in contemporary fashion. Designers are experimenting with gold to create trendy and stylish jewelry that appeals to the younger generation. Minimalistic designs, statement pieces, and fusion jewelry like gold bowl and spoon in India are gaining popularity. Despite these modern trends, traditional gold articles in India continue to hold their charm, seamlessly blending with new-age fashion.

The Investment Value of Gold Articles

Gold is not only a symbol of beauty but also a reliable investment. In India, buying gold articles is seen as a financial security measure. The value of gold tends to appreciate over time, making it a safe investment choice. During economic uncertainties, gold provides stability and can be liquidated easily. This dual role of gold as both an adornment and an asset makes it highly coveted.

Preserving the Heritage: Goldsmithing Communities

The legacy of goldsmithing in India is preserved by various artisan communities across the country. These communities, often based in rural areas, have dedicated their lives to the craft. Their skills are honed over years of practice and passed down through generations. Initiatives to support and promote these artisans are crucial in preserving the rich heritage of gold articles in India.

Gold Articles as Gifts

Gold articles are popular gifts in India, symbolizing love, respect, and good wishes. From newborns to elders, gifting gold is a common practice during festivals and celebrations. Items like gold coins, jewelry, and even the gold bowl and spoon in India are considered auspicious gifts. These gifts are cherished and often become treasured family heirlooms.

The Role of Gold in Indian Festivals

Festivals in India are vibrant and joyous, and gold plays a significant role in these celebrations. During Diwali, Dhanteras, and Akshaya Tritiya, it is customary to buy gold as it is believed to bring prosperity and good luck. Temples are decorated with gold ornaments, and people invest in gold articles in India to mark these auspicious occasions. The purchase of gold during festivals is not just a tradition but a cultural expression of joy and reverence.

Gold Articles in Indian Mythology

Indian mythology is replete with references to gold, symbolizing purity, immortality, and divine power. Gods and goddesses are often depicted adorned with gold ornaments. Stories of golden chariots, palaces, and cities abound, reflecting the cultural significance of gold. These mythical tales have influenced the designs and usage of gold articles in India, embedding them deeply in the cultural psyche.

The Ethical Aspect of Gold Mining

While gold is cherished for its beauty and value, it is essential to consider the ethical aspects of gold mining. Responsible sourcing and sustainable practices are becoming increasingly important. Consumers are now more aware and seek assurance that their gold articles in India are sourced ethically. Supporting ethical practices ensures the preservation of the environment and the well-being of mining communities.

Customization and Personalization of Gold Articles

Customization is a growing trend in the jewelry industry. People prefer personalized gold articles that reflect their individuality and style. From engraving names to designing unique pieces, customization adds a personal touch. Navrathan Jewellers, for instance, offers bespoke services, allowing customers to create their own unique gold articles in India, tailored to their preferences.

The Global Appeal of Indian Gold Articles

Indian gold articles have a global appeal due to their intricate designs and superior craftsmanship. They are highly sought after in international markets, symbolizing the rich cultural heritage of India. Indian gold jewelry is often worn by celebrities and featured in fashion shows, highlighting its timeless elegance. The global demand for these articles underscores the universal admiration for Indian craftsmanship.

The Future of Gold Articles in India

The future of gold articles in India looks promising. With a rich legacy and evolving trends, the industry continues to thrive. Innovations in design and technology, coupled with traditional craftsmanship, are set to propel the industry forward. The growing interest in ethical sourcing and sustainability will also shape the future, ensuring that gold articles in India remain a symbol of beauty and integrity.

Conclusion

Gold articles in India are more than just decorative items; they are an embodiment of the country's heritage, culture, and artistry. From traditional jewelry to ceremonial items like the gold bowl and spoon in India, each piece tells a story of craftsmanship and devotion. As we move forward, preserving this rich legacy while embracing modern trends will ensure that gold continues to shine brightly in Indian culture and beyond.

Navrathan Jewellers takes pride in being a part of this illustrious tradition, offering a wide range of gold articles that cater to diverse tastes and occasions. Whether you are looking for a timeless piece of jewelry or a unique gold article, Navrathan Jewellers promises to deliver excellence and elegance, keeping the rich heritage of gold articles in India alive for generations to come.

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Iconic Elegance: GenB_Luxury Jewelry Icons

The World of Extravagant Luxury Jewelry History and Development of Luxury Jewelry Industry Luxury jewelry has a long rich history that dates back centuries. Some of the earliest luxury jewelry pieces found were crafted by Ancient Egyptians, Greeks and Romans who used rare precious metals like gold and gemstones to signify power, wealth and status. During medieval times, luxury jewelry designs became more ornate with intricate carvings, engravings and filigree work. The Renaissance period saw the rise of luxury jewelry as an art form with detailed designs inspired by architecture, sculptures and paintings of that era. The 19th century is considered the Golden Age of luxury jewelry with royal families and aristocrats commissioning grand pieces from famous jewelers in Europe, especially from houses like Cartier, Van Cleef & Arpels and Bulgari. Elaborate sets with tiaras, necklaces, brooches, bracelets and rings encrusted with diamonds, rubies, emeralds and other precious gems became symbols of opulence. In the 20th century, art deco strongly influenced luxury jewelry design with geometric patterns, bold asymmetry and vivid colors. Post-World War 2, colorful cocktail rings and stacked bracelets encapsulated mid-century modern luxury. Today, the global luxury jewelry market valued at over $20 billion is dominated by historic maisons based in Europe along with an emerging new generation of designer brands globally. While tradition and heritage remain core, luxury jewelry constantly evolves by blending periods of artistic influence with advanced techniques and newer materials. Sustainable ethically sourced responsible luxury is also an increasing trend. Styles and Materials Used in Luxury Jewelry Today While diamonds continue to be the most coveted and widely used luxury jewelry material, colored gemstones, pearls and precious metals like gold and platinum are also common. When it comes to styles, everything from dainty delicate pieces to bold statement pieces can be found across different luxury jewelry brands. Some of the most popular current styles are: - Solitaire & three stone diamond rings which are timeless classics. Halo and accent diamond styles have also become very popular recently. - Tennis bracelets featuring a continuous row of diamonds on a metal band are a classic. Chunky bracelets featuring mixed materials are also in vogue. - Delicate diamond necklaces, pendants, drops and chokers in 18k yellow gold or platinum are beautiful everyday staples. Thicker chains, link necklaces and statement pieces with colorful gemstones work for evening looks. - Earrings ranging from simple studs to ornate chandeliers and danglers adorned with rubies, sapphires and emeralds are in high demand. Hoops of all sizes in precious metals are quintessential luxury earrings. - Watches studded with diamonds on bezels and bracelets are an evergreen luxury accessory category. Bangles, cuffs and stackable bracelets with emeralds and tanzanite gemstones are also popular. Famous Luxury Jewelry Brands and Their Signature Styles Some of the most renowned luxury jewelry houses globally are renowned for their excellence in craftsmanship, superior design aesthetics and use of highest quality materials. Here are a few of the biggest names and what they are best known for:

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The collection of stylish wholesale bridal jewellery that you see here is studded with diamonds and pearls that make it super trendy and engaging. You will get dazzling ornaments in a variety of designs and colours from which you'll select and match the one that suits your outfit probably the most. We have different jewellery that consists of metallic jewellery, oxidized jewellery, and pearl jewellery. We have Indian bridal jewellery units wholesale that consist of a choker necklace, a maang tikka, a pair of gorgeous earrings, and bangles. Do not waste time to begin making your online business a hit - jewellery sets for bride.

We are a wholesale jewellery manufacturer and are distributors of this traditional jewellery all around the globe. From a small nose ring to the lengthy rani haars, we've every little thing at this single online store. You can buy the accessories online and get them at your doorsteps at the prescribed time. We have all the latest designs which are demanded by the customers and so many selections to select from. The prices that you simply see here are low and reasonably priced as we are the manufacturers and suppliers of Indian jewellery.

When you need to buy numerous units for the festive season or have to present somebody with particular unique merchandise, we at Manekratna recommend you to not look beyond fashion jewellery. In case you get a damaged or faulty product, you'll find a way to ask for an exchange. We will look into the matter without any delay and ship you the jewellery pieces that we now have promised. The ring is detailed with a big diamond in between and surrounded by small diamonds that make it even bold and extra beautiful. We even have a hand harness within the set that looks superior to the bridal dress. For more information, please visit our site https://www.manekratna.com/

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How to Find a Suitable Gold Bracelet for Ladies

Gold is a precious metal. It is being used for so many purposes all around the world. When it comes to gold jewellery, almost everyone loves them. Therefore, there is a lot of gold jewellery in many different designs and styles. Here, gold bracelets play a significant role. Hope you all know that people with no age or gender differences can wear gold bracelets. They also come in different types of gold. Accordingly, their price can be changed from time to time. When buying a gold bracelet for ladies, there are some factors to consider. Those factors will help you to select the best bracelet that matches you well. The perfectly set gold bracelets will always make your wrist more stunning. So, if you are interested, join us. Let us explore the tips to find a suitable gold bracelet for ladies.

1.     Types of Gold Bracelets for Ladies

1.1  Different gold types

Yellow Gold - Yellow gold is a classic gold type. It simply has a radiating traditional charm. This golden colour is perfect for various skin types. Therefore, many people tend to use this type. In addition, people try to wear yellow jewellery for multiple occasions. They can add a touch of elegance to your everyday wear as well as for special events.

White Gold – This is a prevalent type of gold among people. In particular, most females love to use their gold jewellery in white gold. This type has a touch of glamour. Wearing white jewellery can give you a modern look. Therefore, many people love to wear them on several occasions. It is also a current trend to wear white gold jewellery nowadays.

Rose Gold - Rose gold is simply the essence of romance and love. Here, the valuable gold is mixed with a pinkish colour. It can add a touch of softness and sophistication to your wrist. Moreover, rose gold has a unique and charming allure. Rose jewellery has become a popular trend now. In addition, brides tend to wear rose gold wedding jewellery in the modern time.

1.2  Popular designs

Bangles – There are so many types of gold bracelets for ladies worldwide. Here, bangles play a significant role. Bangles are simply circles that hug your wrist. They can create a bold, beautiful statement and enhance your style with 916 bangles. Here, bangles have a timeless accessory. They are perfect for both casual and formal occasions. You also have the chance to sear a single bangle or multiple bangles at once. You can select them according to your dress and the occasion.

Chains - Chains bring a flexible beauty to a gold bracelet for ladies. These linked segments of gold create a band that brings grace to your wrist. These chains are very popular with both men and women. So, they come in so many different styles and designs. They are simply perfect for everyday wear accessories. Then, you will get the chance to add a touch of sophistication to your look. There are also some chains with intricate designs. You can wear them to any other special occasion too.

Charm Bracelets - Charm bracelets are one of the most popular types of bracelets worldwide. They are simply small with dangling charms. They also can add a unique reflection of your experiences and memories. Moreover, a gold bracelet for ladies is a perfect way to express your personality. You can also give them as a valuable gift to your loved ones. You have the chance to wear them for any occasion here too.

2.     Choosing the Right Size and Fit 

Selecting the best gold bracelet for ladies that perfectly match is very important. Remember that jewellery that fits you well will always make your appearance perfect. Make sure to select the pieces that are tight enough for you. Here, you can take your accurate measurements before buying them.  

2.1 Measuring for size

· Here, make sure to measure your wrist accurately. Remember to use a flexible tape measure for this purpose. You can also use a piece of string here. It is good to seek support from another person, too.· You can wrap the measuring tool around your wrist. This is just above the prominent wrist bone.· You can also take note of the measurement in inches or centimetres. You can decide it according to your preferences.· Remember to use this measurement as a guide when selecting the appropriate bracelet size.

2.2 Comfort Tips

· It is good to consider the adjustable designs of bracelets. They will help you customize the size in a way that is comfortable for you.· Make sure to consider the weight of the bracelet well. If you are about to wear your god bracelet for a long time, make sure to select lightweight designs. Heavy designs will suit special occasions, so wear them for a minimum amount of time.· It is good if you can buy bracelet designs with smooth edges. They will prevent any poking or discomfort during daily activities.· Remember to select comfortable pieces when buying everyday wear gold bracelets for ladies. They should not disturb everyday activities like typing or writing.

If you have sensitive skin, it is important to avoid skin irritation. Therefore, you can consider buying hypoallergenic materials for bracelets.· It is also important to consider taking off your beautiful bracelet in a hassle-free way.· Remember to test the moments of your bracelet on your wrist. Make sure to ensure it stays in place without sliding excessively.

3.     Style Considerations  

This is a specific factor when selecting a gold bracelet for ladies. It is imperative to match your outfits well with any jewellery wear. The perfectly matched jewellery will always make your appearance more gorgeous. It will also improve your own personal style. So, you will get a chance to show your unique identity too.

3.1 Matching with Outfits

· There are some colours of gold, as mentioned above. Here, it is good to select neutral tones like yellow or white gold when selecting gold bracelets for ladies. They will perfectly match with multiple dresses in a range of colours.· If you are about to wear the bracelet with a casual dress, consider the simple designs. These bracelets will be perfect with everyday clothing.· You can consider bangles or chains for formal occasions. Then, they will add a touch of sophistication to your look.· You can also mix and match bracelets. It will create stylish layers for a more eclectic look.· Pairing delicate chains with dresses and blouses for an elegant touch is good.

 It is good to wear bracelets in chunkier designs when wearing solid-coloured outfits for a bold statement.· In addition, make sure to consider the overall vibe of your outfit. As an example, a classic look will be perfect with timeless bangles.

3.2 Personal style

First, it is crucial to identify your own style. It will be classic, modern, or even bohemian. Then, you will get the chance to select the best styles that match you.· You can also consider your comfort level with bold or straightforward designs. So, the bracelets will be perfectly aligned with your styles.· It is good to buy bracelets in your favourite type and colour of gold.

You can also personalize your own bracelet. Here, you will get a chance to represent your interests that show your identity and preferences.· Do not be afraid to mix metals. Here, you can enjoy a more eclectic look.· You can also test with different styles of bracelets. It will help you to discover what makes you feel confident and stylish.

4.     Budget and Quality

Gold jewellery is valuable and precious. Therefore, it is essential to buy them according to your budget. Moreover, make sure to select the best gold bracelet for ladies that is good in quality.

4.1 Budget tips

· Make sure to set a clear budget range before starting your search for a bracelet. Remember that your budget should be affordable enough for your income and expenses.· You can explore several jewellery stores. It will help you to compare prices. In addition, make this a chance to find the best deals too.

 If you are on a tighter budget, you will still have some jewellery options. Here, you can consider alternatives like gold-plated or gold-filled bracelets.· In addition, make sure to look for sales, discounts, or promotions before buying bracelets. This will help you maximize your budget and get more value.

 It is good if you can prioritize classic designs when buying gold bracelets for ladies that will not go out of style. They will be a lasting investment for you.· Moreover, do not hesitate to negotiate or inquire about financing options. It is simply your right as a customer.

4.2 Quality indicator

· Hope you all know about the quality indicators of your gold jewellery. Therefore, make sure to check for proper hallmarks or stamps. They should indicate the purity of your gold bracelets.· You can examine the overall craftsmanship of the jewellery before buying them. They should not have any visible flaws or irregularities.· It is good to buy your gold bracelets from reputable jewellers. Here, you can also go only for the well-known brands. They will ensure the quality and authenticity of the jewellery.

Make sure to consider the weight of the bracelet too. Here, solid and heavy pieces will be high in quality.· It is good if you can look for secure clasps or closures. The reason is that they are well-made and durable.· Make sure to inquire about the warranty or return policy. It will help you to guarantee your satisfaction with the gold bracelet.

Conclusion

Gold jewellery is very popular among people nowadays. Now, you may have an idea of how to find the gold bracelet for ladies. Remember to buy the gold bracelet for ladies that perfectly fits. It would be good if you could wear them comfortably for a long time. In addition, make sure to select the pieces that go with your outfit and preferences. You can also set a budget before buying your precious gold bracelet. Therefore, let your wrist shine pretty by wearing the best bracelets that suit you.

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Artificial Jewelry for Film and TV Buffs: Iconic Movie References

Designing artificial jewelry for film and TV buffs inspired by iconic movie references can be a fun and creative way to celebrate their favorite films and characters. Here are some ideas for film and TV-inspired jewelry:

Film Reel Earrings:

Craft earrings resembling miniature film reels.

Use metallic elements and add small details like filmstrip patterns.

Classic Camera Pendant Necklace:

Design a necklace with a pendant shaped like a vintage camera.

Opt for details like lenses, viewfinders, and shutter buttons for authenticity.

Clapperboard Charm Bracelet:

Create a charm bracelet featuring miniature clapperboards.

Personalize with engravings like favorite movie titles or significant dates.

Popcorn Bucket Stud Earrings:

Craft stud earrings shaped like popcorn buckets.

Add small details like popcorn shapes for a playful touch.

Movie Ticket Cufflinks:

Design cufflinks resembling miniature movie tickets.

Personalize with details like movie titles or release dates.

Director's Chair Brooch:

Create a brooch shaped like a director's chair.

Add small details like a megaphone or a clapboard for extra flair.

Superhero Symbol Ring:

Design a ring featuring the symbol of a favorite superhero.

Choose iconic symbols like the Batman logo or the Superman "S."

Sci-Fi Spaceship Necklace:

Craft a necklace with a pendant resembling a famous spaceship from a sci-fi movie.

Use sleek and modern designs for a futuristic look.

TV Remote Control Charm Bracelet:

Create a charm bracelet with miniature TV remote control charms.

Include symbols for volume, channels, and power buttons.

Famous Quote Bangle:

Design a bangle with an engraved quote from a favorite movie or TV show.

Choose a font that complements the theme.

Character Silhouette Pendant:

Craft a pendant featuring the silhouette of a beloved character.

Opt for iconic characters recognizable to fans of the particular film or show.

Golden Trophy Brooch:

Create a brooch shaped like a golden trophy.

Personalize with the name of a favorite movie or actor.

Vintage Microphone Stud Earrings:

Craft stud earrings shaped like vintage microphones.

Use metallic finishes for a retro and elegant appearance.

Film Strip Bracelet:

Design a bracelet with charms shaped like film strips.

Add small frames to represent memorable scenes.

Wizard Wand Pendant:

Craft a pendant resembling a wizard wand from a beloved fantasy film.

Add intricate details and symbolic elements.

When designing film and TV-inspired jewelry, attention to detail is crucial to capture the essence of the movies and shows. These pieces can serve as conversation starters and cherished accessories for film and TV enthusiasts who want to carry a piece of their favorite stories with them.

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Trending sarees for bridesmaids: Shine at your bestie’s wedding

Choosing Trending sarees for wedding season? you know right; that weddings are incomplete without sarees for women and wait! What if you are a bridesmaid at your best friend’s wedding? You Need to ensure that your outfit for every wedding function is unique and complements the bride’s reflection. It is essential to explore options and choose your outfit as a bridesmaid to bring out your vibrant personality.

Dressing does not always require to have a glorious exhibit of elements, You can consider it as the art of expressing your self-expression from an artistic point of view. Suvidha’s trending sarees for bridesmaids will help to represent your effortless look.

Traditional trending sarees for bridesmaids:

Kanjivaram saree:

Kanjivaram sarees belong to the family of silk sarees. These sarees are made using a luxurious type of silk called mulberry silk which comes from the Morus alba tree.

Pure silk from beautiful South India and gold and silver zari from Garvi Gujarat are used in classically weaving this elegant traditional Kajivaram saree.

Being a Bridesmaid You should add one Kanjivaram saree to your wedding outfits. A Purple Kanjivaram saree with a well-fitted, V-neck long-sleeved blouse Would be a great choice for the Pheras ceremony. Golden jewellery like necklaces with heavy earrings and bangles, along with a beautiful handbag and golden ethnic heels will help to complement the look.

Banarasi saree:

The birth of the Banarasi saree was an effort of the Banarasi artisans to define their presence in the union. She started creating a unique type of saree which was hand made using pure cotton silk and gold-silver thread which is known as Banarasi saree.

Banarasi trending saree provides you with a very beautiful and traditional look. You can wear a Banarasi saree in your bestie’s Haldi ceremony. To make it more attractive, wear simple Banarasi heavy earrings, make a simple French bun, and apply the Mogra flower Gajra on it.

Contemporary Trending Sarees 2023:

Sequins sarees:

The word sequin is a French word, before the 16th century it was previously known as ‘Sikka’, an Arabic word meaning coin.

sequin sarees are the new trending sarees nowadays. You can wear a pink sequin saree for a cocktail party at your friend’s wedding. Add a smart touch to it by wearing subtle stone jewellery and pair it with beautiful smokey eye makeup and you are all set to rock the party night.

Tissue sarees:

Tissue sarees were very popular in the city of Chanderi located in the state of Madhya Pradesh. Chanderi tissue sarees were prominent for their delicate tissue fabric and fine metallic thread embroidery art.

One of the most beneficial features of Tissue Sarees is their thin, transparent, and lightweight texture. The fabric is so fine and delicate that it gives the saree a graceful and ethereal appearance.

To create a contemporary look, take a tissue saree and drape it normally, Now takes a contrast silk dupatta and fix it on the other shoulder. Accessorized with matching jewellery and footwear don’t forget to apply a bindi.

Western vibe latest trending sarees:

Organza sarees:

Organza is a fabric that originated in China from pure silk. Even today China ranks first in organza production. Nowadays this fabric is considered to be the most trending saree fabric.

You should have to add one organza saree for a wedding function. You can wear this saree at the roka ceremony of your friend. Style it with Pearl jewellery and make it simple and sober. The more simply and easily you style an organza saree, the more its beauty will be enhanced.

Georgette Sarees:

Madame Georgette de la Plante was a creative and renowned dress designer. She became the one who invented georgette fabric within the 20th century.

It didn’t take lengthy for this cloth to turn out to be famous due to its special features: it changed into breathable and obvious; it turned into easy to drape and it is able to be easily dyed in many colours and styles.

A beautiful red georgette saree would be a beautiful choice for your bestie’s post-wedding reception ceremony.

Conclusion:

Wearing Western and Indo-Western at a marriage is cool, but in case you are one of the bridesmaids, you need to ensure your outfit for each wedding ceremony function is as unique and exquisite as your bride’s.

As a bridesmaid, you have to be with the bride always, so make certain you are devoted to improving the bride’s splendour in every bridal picture and videography together with your outfit. This time, go traditional, wear trending sarees, and feel classier and more beautiful at this wedding.

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