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myreia · 11 months ago

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Divergence of the Heart

CHAPTER FOUR: TRANSPOSITIONS

Chapter Rating: Teen (full story rating is Explicit) Characters: Aureia Malathar (WoL), Aymeric de Borel, Thancred Waters, Hilda Ware Pairings: Aureia/Aymeric, Aureia/Thancred, Thancred/Hilda Chapter Words: 2,078 Notes: Set during the Heavensward patches. Summary: Aureia Malathar may have made a name for herself in Ishgard, but her deeds come with a hefty personal toll. Despite her victories at the Grand Melee she has never felt more unsure of herself. Her relationship with Thancred—the person she thought knew her the best—is strained, yet she cannot abandon him. Aymeric is falling for her harder with each passing day, yet she cannot bring herself to accept it. All may be fair in love and war, but at least war is predictable. Love on the other hand… Chapters: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 Read on AO3

Aureia examines her reflection with narrowed eyes.

The woman in the mirror is stunning. Her dress is a gorgeous confection of lace and satin, black intermixed with subtle layers of dark purple. Long sleeves extend to the wrists, their cuffs trimmed with exquisite embroidery. A structured bodice is overlayed with a decorative corset that laces up the back, giving her magnificent figure and accentuating the way the skirts flare out around her hips and fall flush to the floor. Despite the mussed hair and smudged makeup from too much trial and error with her outfits, the dress gives her an ethereal beauty and confidence befitting of the Warrior of Light.

The woman in the mirror, however, is not her.

The sleeves are too tight, stretching awkwardly when she moves her arms and shoulders. Without her legs sheathed in leggings or trousers, she feels naked beneath the skirts. And then there’s the matter of the corset. Though she is more covered than her regular clothing, the corset does something to her chest that makes her uneasy. It’s not that she’s uncomfortable in her own skin. She likes her body the way it is and she has never really thought of it in these terms. But there’s no doubt that too many eyes will be drawn directly to her cleavage the moment she steps foot outside her room. The sensuality it gives her body is so divorced from her actual self she can’t help but feel she is putting on a performance by wearing it.

She is too busty for her own good. Which is rather unfair, come to think of it. Why should she be judged just for existing the way she is?

She sighs and turns to the side, chewing her lip as she smooths down the dress. How long has she been carting this thing around? A year? Two years? It was a gift an adventurer friend in Mor Dhona and one of the few personal items she has dragged with her from adventure to adventure. It even survived her flight from Ul’dah to Ishgard. She has never had the opportunity to wear it.

Until now.

A sharp rap knocks on her door. Aureia turns in surprise, fingers clenched in her skirts, prepared to leap across the room and seize her weapons. Before she can move, the door unlatches and a familiar face pokes through the threshold, ruby eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Thought I’d find you in here,” Hilda says, strolling in without invitation.

Aureia exhales, forcing herself to relax. Some instincts are impossible to break. “Is that common knowledge now?” she says, tugging on the trim of her bodice. If she could only move it up an ilm… “Don’t make me return to House Fortemps or I’ll never hear the end of it from Artoirel.”

Hilda smirks and pushes the door closed with a foot. “Oh, cheer up,” she replies. Her eyes flick over the mess, taking in the empty wine bottles stashed near the hearth and the piles of far-flung clothing. Only Aureia’s collection of weapons—staff, rapier, lance, even Fray’s greatsword, though it has gone unused for moons now—have any manner of organization. “You know my lips are sealed. That the great Warrior of Light prefers the local inn to her luxurious lodgings in the Pillars is a secret I’ll take to my grave.”

Aureia smiles half-heartedly and returns to the mirror, distracting herself with the dress. Words like this—and the playful, mocking tone—would have gotten a laugh out of her once. But now a dark, ugly feeling knifes inside her. She hates herself for it, this deep-rooted envy coursing through her veins, slowly poisoning one of her few remaining friendships in Ishgard. Hilda is dear to her and she can’t fathom pushing her away—but she also cannot bear to acknowledge what she witnessed the night of Thancred’s departure.

In the weeks that have passed since that night, Hilda has not mentioned or enquired about him once. Aureia thought perhaps she would broach the topic, but she has remained unusually silent. Then again, she has never been one to discuss her intimate relationships in depth.

Or perhaps she thinks Aureia doesn’t care.

“Well, that is quite the change, if I do say so myself,” Hilda says, sauntering across the room. She draws up behind Aureia and peers over her shoulder, taking in their reflection in the mirror. A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of her lips and she brushes Aureia’s hair to one side, running her fingers through the dark locks. “You look nice.”

Aureia pauses, a strange feeling rolling down her spine at her touch. The self-assurance Hilda exudes is magnetic. She can’t blame Thancred for falling for her. She may very well have, too—in another time. Or another place. “Thank you,” she murmurs.

Hilda flashes her a grin and steps away, slipping her hands into her pockets as she surveys the room. “What’s the grand occasion?” she asks. “You never struck me as someone interested in that much frippery.”

“It’s not frippery, it’s—”

Aureia flushes and cuts herself short. Hilda raises an eyebrow, shooting her a questioning look, and comes to a halt in a stream of later afternoon sun. Dust motes dance around her as she curiously pokes at a line of terracotta pots on the windowsill.

They were once filled with flowers from the meadows outside Idyllshire. Aureia had been nurturing them for moons, finding small joys in her little attempt at gardening. The Dravanian Hinterlands will never not make her heart ache. Since the moment she first stepped foot on its grassy slopes, the land reminded her of the lost Scions—and of Thancred. But the flowers are dead now, wilted and lifeless. When did she stop caring for them? It must have been before the Grand Melee, around the time he returned to Ishgard.

“Right, then,” Hilda says, taking a serious tone as she turns around. “Care to tell me what’s going on?”

Aureia blinks, jerked out of her thoughts. “It’s nothing. Really.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Aymeric invited me to dinner.”

She snorts with laughter. “He did, did he?” she says, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “About time.”

Aureia frowns, irritated by the tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she retorts, watching through the mirror’s reflection as Hilda tosses herself casually onto her bed and leans back on her elbows.

“You’ll find out tonight, I’m sure,” Hilda says wryly. “Particularly if you wear that—provided the sight of you doesn’t stop the poor man’s heart first.”

A shiver of annoyance rolls down her spine. Matters of romance, attraction, sex… She may not have an inherent understanding of them like so many others, but even she isn’t so oblivious as to not take her meaning. But Aymeric is Aymeric and the dinner is between friends. It would have occurred moons ago had events not spiralled out of control. The only difference is that they have even more in common now than when he had originally proposed the idea.

Between the two of them, how many dear friends have sailed in and out of their lives? Estinien vanished from his sickbed only a handful of days ago, and, true to fashion, left without so much as a goodbye. His abrupt departure shook them both in different ways, and yet it was the last push they needed to finally determine a date. In a way, tonight’s dinner may not be occurring at all if it wasn’t for him.

Aureia pauses, flushing as she recalls the moment in the hall. The feel of Aymeric’s hand on her cheek as he brushed her hair behind her ears. The chaste kiss he pressed to her hand. Something passed between them that night—something honest and genuine and kind—and yet whenever she is alone, she is desperate to pretend those feelings do not exist.

Why is she like this? Why?

Is it too much to accept that something good could happen to her, of all people?

“Aymeric’s a friend,” Aureia says finally, turning around. She crosses her arms protectively over her chest. “Nothing more.”

Hilda smirks. “That’s the second man you’ve said that about. But I reckon—”

Aureia rolls her eyes and reaches behind her, gritting her teeth as she tugs at the corset’s laces. The dress may be pretty, but it isn’t her. It isn’t right. And she wants it off. Maybe it’s delusional to think that a single gown could cause such a drastic change, but the performance of it leaves a foul taste in her mouth. She can only be herself. Not someone she is not.

Gods know she’s spent too many years denying herself that freedom.

Hilda purses her lips together, a look of concern flashing across her face as Aureia tangles her fingers in the laces. “Here,” she says, rising to her feet. “Let me help.”

Aureia says nothing and lets her seize the laces from her hands. She drops her arms to her sides and stands still, heart thundering in her chest as Hilda tugs the corset loose.

“By the Fury, what did you do to these?” she grunts, struggling with a knot.

“The last thing I wanted was for it to come loose—”

“This ain��t coming loose, it’s as good as a rat’s nest back here—”

Hilda grunts and the knot slips, loosening the final lace. She jerks back and presses her hand to her mouth, cursing as she nurses red fingertips.

Aureia pulls the corset off and tosses it into the pile of discarded garments. Breathing a sigh of relief, she yanks the layers of lace and satin off over her head, ignoring the tangles it makes in her hair. Stripped to her underclothes, she strides across the room and crouches down, searching through the mess for her favourite shirt, trousers, and coat. They should be here somewhere…

She can feel Hilda’s eyes on her.

She kneels in the cushion of clothing, a strange flush prickling across the nape of her neck. Her back is on display and every scar along with it. The series of gnarled brands that snake across her skin. Her robe melted into her flesh that night in the Praetorium, creating a distinct pattern not unlike a circle of power. It took her moons to recover from the wounds Lahabrea dealt her almost two years ago.

And Thancred—she is quite certain—never fully recovered from his.

Gods damn it all.

She squeezes her eyes shut, her mind racing. She has done so much, tried so hard not to think of him—or how furious she is with him, and yet frightfully worried. Where is he now? No one—not even Alphinaud or Y’shtola—has heard from him in weeks. How many times must he run off on his own, determined to see things through on his terms and his alone?

“Time for me to go, eh?” Hilda murmurs, the floors creaking underfoot. “You have enough to be concerned with tonight.”

Aureia glances over her shoulder. “Wait,” she calls. “Hilda, Thancred hasn’t tried to contact you, has he?”

“Hm? Oh.” She pauses, a strange look flickering across her face. “No, I haven’t. I reckon he’d speak to you before me, no? Given you’re both Scions and all.”

Aureia bites her tongue as several responses come to mind, each more questionable than the last. Though the ugly part of her—the envious part—is desperate to lash out, she can’t bring herself to do it. Their friendship is too dear to her, too important to risk ruining over this.

“Thanks,” she manages finally, her throat raw.

Hilda smiles hesitantly. “Enjoy your dinner.”

The door thuds closed behind her. Aureia sits in her heap of clothes, absently searching through the pile, distracted by her thoughts. It isn’t until the sunlight fades from the windows and the dark of dusk creeps in that she jolts herself out of her stupor. Cursing her tardiness, she dresses as quickly as she can, hastily washing her face and reapplying her makeup for good measure.

She may not be able to bring herself to dress formally, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be presentable.

Aureia shrugs on the long red coat and grabs the nearest weapon out of habit, attaching her rapier and focus to her belt. Taking one last look in the mirror, she brushes her hair over her ears and strides from the room.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv fic #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv wol #hilda ware #aureia malathar #oc tag #writing tag

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prismatica-the-strange · 1 year ago

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Lost my Fear of Flying

Warnings: 18+... None(?), I go into a lot of detail about a dress that doesn't exist

Edward has no qualms about spoiling his queen to be, whether it be with pretty dresses or even prettier words.

Song: Parachute by James Durbin

She's not used to it. The expensive gowns, the extravagant decor, the castle staff, completely committed to waiting on her hand and foot.

No, Cas is out of her element and absolutely terrified to touch anything.

She sits on the bed in a silk robe, staring helplessly into the T.A.R.D.I.S.-like closet full of far too expensive looking dresses.

She'd politely sent the maids away, feeling awkward under their attention, but now she doesn't know what to do. Sure, she could manage to get one on if she tried but that's just it, she's afraid to try.

What if she ruins one?

She's briefly pulled from her thoughts by a knock at the door.

"Cassandra, my love? You didn't come down for breakfast, are you alright?" Edward asks.

"Oh, I- I'm fine!"

It's quiet for a moment, "May I come in?"

"Um, yes?" Her voice is unsure, but he doesn't notice.

"If you'd like, I can have one of the servers bring you something here- you're not dressed."

Her eyes drop to the floor, sudden anxiety eating at her.

"My dear, are you sure you're not ill?" He hurries to her side and takes her hand, "I can call you a doctor."

"No, no I'm fine I just... It's just a lot for me," she plays with his hands and motions back at the David's Bridal in the next room, "All of this."

He let's go of her hand to curl his finger under her chin and raise her gaze back to him.

"Tell me how I can help."

She hesitates for a moment, "Help me pick out something to wear?"

"Is that all?" He smiles, not teasingly, but happy that he can actually help with, "Any dress should be honored to have you wearing it, come with me."

He pulls her to her feet and steps into the closet that is nearly bigger than her studio apartment back in New York.

"What would you prefer to wear?" He asks as he pushes different fabrics aside, "Something like this?"

He holds out a silver gown that shimmers from top to bottom with countless crystals and far too many layers of tulle to be comfortable for daily wear.

She giggles and he frowns, "Do you not like it?"

"It's beautiful, but, maybe something a little more... simple?" She suggests, "Not only does look more expensive that my car, but I would be a walking disco ball, blinding everyone as I walk by."

"Simple... simple..." he mutters to himself as he haphazardly rummages through the dresses, "This one!"

He rips the hanger from the rack and shows off a pale pink gown.

"The color would really bring out your eyes," He grins.

He steps her in front of a mirror and holds it to her body, looking utterly gleeful to be helping her.

"Are... are you sure it's okay I wear this?"

He looks at her, head cocked like a confused puppy, "Of course, my love, it was made for you after all."

He waits until she takes it from him and presses it to her chest, playing with the skirt in her reflection.

"Shall I call a handmaiden to help you dress?"

She looks up at him through the mirror, cheeks warm as she nods.

Once she's properly fitted in it, she realizes how well the bodice is fitted to her, how the soft, blush colored satin complements her complexion. And her eyes have never looked bluer.

She's enamored by the simple tulle overlay and sleeves, the ends of which and queen anne neckline are lined with little lace honeybee appliques.

She let's out a small squeal when she spins and the dress flutters around her.

As soon as Edward sees her walking towards him across the throne room, he's completely awestruck.

Her white oxford heels click against the stone floor and the long trumpet sleeves flow elegantly behind her like wings. Her hair, curled at the ends, bounces with every step.

Whatever conversation he had been having a moment ago is gone from his head as he strides over to meet her.

His arms encircle her waist as soon as she's in reach, spinning them in vortex of tulle and glitter.

He sighs happily when she kisses his nose before he sets her down.

"I knew you would look divine in this," He takes her hand and raises his arm to give her one last twirl before pulling her close, "But words fail to describe how beautiful you truly are."

She runs her fingers through his hair, hand settling on his cheek as she raises to her toes to kiss him.

He's somehow smiling wider when she pulls away.

"We should be dancing. There should be music!" He exclaims and as if by magic, the faint sound of strings begins to fade in, "Shall we dance the night away, dear Cassandra."

"It's still morning, Edward" she teases.

"Then we shall dance the day away as well!" He laughs, falling in step with the romantic melody surrounding them, guiding her with him by hand and hip.

#prince edward enchanted #edward enchanted #just find who you love ♡#prisma self ships #prisma writes #self ship writing #self shipping #self ship oneshot

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cressida-jayoungr · 1 year ago

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One Dress a Day Challenge

June: Weddings

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes / Jane Russell as Dorothy Shaw and Marilyn Monroe as Lorelei Lee

This is certainly one of, if not the most classic double wedding scene in film, and the matching wedding gowns designed by William "Billy" Travilla were real trendsetters. There's a good writeup of them here, which I'll quote from:

"The dazzling floral lace wedding dresses featured a high neck, bell sleeves and tulle skirts. The two women also wore matching hats and netting. The overall look was romantic, graceful and delicate.

"The white floral lace gives the gowns a demure look without being entirely covered up and the bell sleeves add a playful touch.

"Drawing in at the waist, the lace overlay covers the entire torso of the dress. The layers of tulle fan out at the hips into a full skirt. The tea length gown sits just above the ankle, showing off some feminine strappy heels. The dress was buttoned half way up the back where it then had an open slit up to the neck.

"Both women wore their hair in pin curls at the nape of their neck with a lace netting headband on top. They had a thin veil which sat just below their nose... Both women carried a medium sized bouquet of white roses, tied together with long white ribbon which hung to their knees. They also had on fiery red lipstick with red nail polish to match."

The article also notes that rising hemlines in the 1950s "consequently led to the rise of shorter veils and thus attention was directed towards the bride’s wedding shoes."

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astra-galaxie · 2 months ago

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"Death comes for everyone eventually… I know that well." - Melaina Kokkinos

Biographical information

Full Name: Melaina Kokkinos

Gender: Female

Sexuality: AroAce

Status: Alive

Age: 55 (season 4)

Birth: 1835

Race: Demigod (descendent of Hephaestus)

Nationality: Greek

Origin: Ithaca, Greece

Residence:

Concordia, USA

Rome, Italy (formerly)

Ithaca, Greece (formerly)

Profession(s): Writer and Illustrator

Family: Jason Nicchi (adopted son)

Profile

Height: 5'1" Age: 55 (season 4) Weight: 117lbs Eyes: brown Blood: O-

Melania is a petite woman with an ashen look to her tanned skin and minor bags under her brown eyes. Her long black hair is tied into a side braid, and she has a golden streak on the front right side. She wears a simple, empire-style red dress with long bell sleeves featuring a lace overlay, an orange blanket draped over her lap, brown ankle boots, and a yellow shawl across her shoulders. Around her neck, she wears a short necklace with a tiny feather hanging from it, which is a fiery mixture of red, orange, and yellow.

Melania also wears a specialized bronze corset/brace around her torso to help secure the tubes implanted into her sides. The tubes connect to Hestia's Heart, which is mounted to the back of her wheelchair. Jason custom-made the wheelchair to be strong and sturdy, with dark red cushions on the back and seat for comfort. It's a beautiful chair with bronze, copper, and gold plating on the metal, and the wheel spokes are designed to resemble swirling flames.

Powers and abilities

Melaina is a demigod descendant of the Greek god Hephaestus (she’s not sure how far back in her family tree the connection goes).

Facts about Melaina’s powers:

Her heart disease is actually an unbreakable curse placed on her. Likewise, her hair represents the status of the curse. Her hair used to be fully blonde but started turning black as the curse eroded her heart. When the last strands of gold disappear from her hair, Melaina will die

Her skin is resistant to high heat and fire. She can be buried if the flames are hot enough or she’s in them for too long, but these are rare circumstances

As a descendent of Hephaestus, Melaina has a natural talent for building and crafting things. While she never pursued a career in inventing (she thought her heritage gave her an unfair advantage), she taught Jason most of what he knows about inventing and helped him build his Automaton body

Her skills in crafting are where her ability to write and draw originates. Since she didn’t become an inventor, Melaina uses her talents to create books for people to enjoy. After all, crafting things isn’t limited to buildings and machines

History

To be revealed in Murders of The Past

Events of Criminal Case

Season 4

Melaina first appears at the end of Heartbroken, where it is revealed that she is the first and, so far, only recipient of Hestia's Heart. She had been in poor health for years and had moved to America, seeking new advances in medicine to help improve her condition. But sadly, Melaina was diagnosed with heart failure and given only a year to live. This led to Jason dedicating himself to inventing something that would give his mother more time while also elevating some of her pain. Jason created an invention designed to take over the work of pumping blood through a person's body to reduce strain on their heart, giving them an estimated five extra years to live.

Melaina is proud of what her son accomplished and was even prouder to see him win the World Exhibition. She knows how hard he worked to save her, and she will forever be grateful for what her son has done for her. Now that she can leave her assisted living home more often, Melaina looks forward to spending more time with Jason, Argo, his family, and their friends. She also hopes she'll be able to make friends of her own now and has already received invitations from Argo's fathers, plus Amelia and Rhys, to socialize together.

Story Information

First appeared: Heartbroken

Trivia

Due to her weak heart and issues with blood flow, Melaina is always cold. It's why she wears long-sleeved clothes and always has a blanket or two with her. Ember will also cuddle her to warm her body (plus the robotic dragon LOVES riding on Melaina's lap)

She couldn't have biological children, so she always knew that if she had children, she would adopt them. She's happy that Jason came into her life, even if it weren't how she imagined adopting her child would go

Jason offered to make her an automaton companion, but Melaina couldn't decide which type of animal she would want. She loves all animals and has always found it hard to pick a favourite. She considered a dog, cat, monkey, bird and even something fictional but hasn't settled on anything yet

She is a fantastic storyteller. People love listening to her storytelling, whether it be a preexisting story or one she's created. As a child, Jason always looked forward to bedtime, as it meant he would get to listen to his mother's latest story

This love of storytelling is what led to Melaina becoming a writer, and while she focuses on children's books, she also writes other genres, too

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames ! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad) Murders of The Past (Ao3/Wattpad)

#criminal case #criminal case mysteries of the past #astra's ocs #my ocs

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winters-mistress · 10 months ago

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Dream

"Ciri?" Geralt asks, glancing up into the mirror so he could see his daughter. "You finished your veg? You know our rule."

And that rule was Ciri could have dessert after she'd finished her vegetables. Of course, it was different is she was trying a new vegetable Eskel or Vesemir had grown on the grounds, she was only expected to try it, and a full portion if she liked it. Which had worked well to get many different green vegetables down her, only pumpkin and mushrooms went untouched.

Now, however, the rule was simple. Finish the vegetables we both know you like, and you can have your dessert. And in this case, after Ciri had finished her performance in her latest school play, her father had bought her a mcdonalds as a treat. Carrot sticks after her little burger, then he would give her her little portion of fries and the little cupcake and ice cream cone.

Geralt frowns as he doesn't hear an answer. His girl had been chatting non stop since her performance, only being quiet when she began tucking into her little burger.

"Ciri?" He's got excellent hearing, surely he can't have misheard again.

Geralt pulls to a stop at the red light, taking a moment to properly look at his girl as she sat in her car seat.

And he smiles.

There, in her pretty silver dress Eskel and Jaskier had teamed up to sew -the one with what looked like a hundred layers of sparkly silver tulle and a matching top with a lace batwing sleeve overlay- with the crown he had bought her three days ago, wings still attached to her shoulders smashed against the seat, ketchup and mustard smeared over her little lips, the girl lay fast asleep. Her head leans against her shoulder, chin to chest, blonde curls just as wild as his own hair could get, she breathes in and out, deep and calm, exhausted from her performance and lulled by the car noise.

Geralt chuckles, glancing at the empty carrot stick bag near her open hand. A deal's a deal, he'll hide her cake from lambert and give her a scoop of ice cream in the morning.

And so, Geralt drives the rest of the way up the mountain to their farm, looking over at the three cars that litter outside the main doorway, turning the ignition off and opening his door, exiting.

Reaching in, Geralt unbundled Ciri from her car seat, sliding his right hand behind her shoulders, taking an annoyingly long time to find her knees from the torrent of tulle she wore. Ciri stays asleep, slumping into his arms as he grabs the bunch of roses he had given her.

The girl stays asleep long past the moments where he cradles her head, protecting it from the doorway as they enter the main living quarters of Kaer Morhen farmland and stables. She isn't aware of her grandfather smiling at the two of them, nor is she aware of the fact her father replaces her pretty dress, wings and crown for her purple horse pyjamas that Yennefer had bought her that summer.

Geralt tucks her into her blue bedding, pressing her Kelpie plushie into her arms, filling her water bottle and replacing the apple and salted crackers he keeps by her bedside table.

"Goodnight, Princess." He whispers, kissing her head. "Sweet dreams."

#the witcher #witcher #witcher netflix #the witcher netflix #geralt and ciri #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #dadralt #ciri is his baby #fanfiction #geralt is the best dad #i love him #witcherfanfiction #modern witcher #ciri is geralt's daughter #single dad geralt

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demona-andariel · 1 year ago

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A Simple Act of Kindness - 27 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,504

Chapter 27 - White and Butterflies

Lizzy’s heart pounded dramatically in her chest. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, making her feel slightly queasy. It was rather silly, the anxious feelings that still fluttered inside of her.

She pressed her hands against her stomach to try and calm her nerves. Her fingers absentmindedly brushed against the lace fabric as she stared at the door leading out of the dressing room. She wasn’t ready to step out just yet.

Yesterday had turned into a rather pleasant day, despite how the morning started. They talked, or at least talked as best as they could. Communicated. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t talked before. But, this time felt different, special. She told him that she loved him. His love for her was no secret but she’d never openly admitted her own feelings. She’d known for a while he’d stolen her heart. But, vocally admitting to it scared her. It wasn’t right to love him, but it was right for her.

“I love you.”

Perhaps it would have been better if it had been said in a more romantic setting. The two of them at dinner or maybe after some loving, tender sex. Not the desperate, hard, forceful, rough sex he needed. But, it felt right to say it then. Right to tell him that she loved him. Have her voice say it for him to hear.

Lizzy bit her lip. Three simple little words that held so much meaning.

“Lizzy dear, do you need help?” Luda Mae called out.

Time’s up, she thought.

“I’m coming out,” Lizzy replied. Placing her hand on the door handle, she took in a deep breath then exhaled before stepping out.

Henrietta let out a sharp gasp and she placed her hand over her mouth.

“My word,” Luda Mae said softly.

The two women had practically the same look on their faces of dazzled awe. They were clearly being a bit over dramatic with their reactions. Lizzy felt her blood rush up to her cheeks as her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure why. This wasn’t the first wedding dress she’d tried on today.

Ducking her head, Lizzy headed to a single full length mirror to get a better look at herself. Luda Mae wasn’t too far behind her.

She swallowed.

It was difficult to breathe, in more ways than one. She started to run her sweaty palms along the dress she wore before clenching her fingers and setting her hands to her sides. She looked as if she’d stepped out of a bridal catalog. The white dress, with a tulle overlay and lace embroidery, hugged her upper body, fitting her almost a little too snugly. But at least it flared out just below her hips. Long lace sleeves covered up her arms and the burn scars, not that it mattered to her if they showed or not. The pristine white wedding dress made both Hewitt women behind her look drab in comparison.

“You look like an angel,” Luda Mae said softly, gently tugging on the fabric.

“It’s so lovely on you,” Henrietta said.

Lizzy absentmindedly nodded her head in agreement. Out of the handful of wedding dresses, or at least passable white dresses, she’d tried on, this was by far her favorite. But of course it was her favorite. It was the one. The moment she saw it she knew it was the one meant for her. The perfect wedding dress.

“It is lovely, but completely impractical,” Lizzy found herself saying. She gave Luda Mae a look through the mirror and raised her eyebrows. Satisfied? The silent question went unanswered by the older woman.

It was the first dress that had caught Lizzy’s attention when they were looking at the limited selection of dresses at the small local shop. The first and only dress she knew she wanted, and the first dress she immediately dismissed, refusing to try on because it had to be the most expensive one. She didn’t even have to look at the price tag. She just knew. There was no way they’d be able to afford it. Despite her objections, Luda Mae had practically shoved it onto her and told her there was no harm in trying it.

No harm, but also a waste of time. They couldn’t afford the dress. Besides, a wedding dress, especially the one she had on, was meant to be shown off to a crowd not to just a handful of people at best. And there was going to just be a little over a handful of people at the wedding.

They talked about it last night. The wedding. It was just the three of them: Tommy, Luda Mae, and her. Monty didn’t care and wasn’t interested and Hoyt had gone to his room once he finished eating. She was glad he was avoiding her like the plague.

If she had it her way, he wouldn’t even be at the wedding, but Luda Mae had included him in the extremely short list of people they wanted to be there. If the Hewitts had other extended family besides Henrietta and the Tea Lady, they never came up. Then Luda Mae asked her about her family. The question had stunned Lizzy. She’d never bothered to entertain the thought of ever seeing them again. She had been a prisoner after all. She didn’t start out living with them of her own free will. Now suddenly there was the very real possibility of having them see her get married.

She wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Her extended family would talk, whisper among themselves. They wouldn’t understand and would never understand what she saw in Tommy. She couldn’t explain to them why she was marrying into the Hewitt family. Couldn’t explain that she’d fallen for Tommy despite everything. And, although she didn’t care what they thought in the end, Tommy would. He was sensitive. He would notice the stares. See the difference in clothing between his family and hers. She could trust most of them to be sensible enough to at least talk behind her back, and not to her face. But, she couldn’t trust her mother. The woman prided herself in “telling it how it is” even if it was hurtful. She wasn’t going to support Lizzy in the slightest and she’d make sure to let that be known.

But… She had come to the realization that it would be nice to see her parents again. Even if it was one last time. If she got a hold of them.

You shouldn’t feel disappointed, she reminded herself. It is a weekday and they’re going to be working.

She hadn’t planned on calling them today. Neither did she plan on looking for a wedding dress. They hadn’t even set up a date yet.

Tommy. Her sweet Tommy.

Clearly, he loved surprising her. It was just after breakfast when he took her by the hand and led her to the unused office room. She knew there was a phone there, but she figured it didn’t work. She’d never heard it go off during her entire stay. And, no one ever stopped her from going into that room alone.

Lizzy felt her heart flutter as she pressed her fingers to her cheek. He had given her a simple kiss on her cheek, before picking up the phone receiver and handing it to her then he walked away, giving her privacy she didn’t expect.

It had surprised her just how nervous she was when the phone started to ring and she found herself almost puking. She was going to ask him to let her call her parents. But she didn’t plan on doing it today. Maybe tomorrow. She wasn’t mentally prepared to talk to them at that moment. Her mind had swirled with what she would say… could say. She couldn’t tell them the truth. Something close to it, but she hadn’t made a plan yet. Did she even want them to know where she was at? The fact that they were looking for her still shocked her.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Neither of them picked up the house phone and she ended up leaving a quick message. “Hey, mom, dad. I’m fine. Sorry I haven’t called. I’m out in the middle of nowhere and lost track of time. Umm… I’ll call you back later. Bye.” She would have left the house phone number if she even knew what it was.

It’s a weekday, she reminded herself again. Both of her parents loved their careers. They wouldn’t be sitting at home waiting for her to call. But still, she had felt unnecessarily disappointed that she didn’t get to talk to them, now that she had the opportunity. A mood that Tommy had clearly picked up on. She was sure he was the reason his cousin “suddenly” showed up about the “sale”. A “sale” that actually wasn’t happening.

And now here she was, trying on wedding dresses. Plain, white dress! That was all she needed, nothing fancy. As much as she liked it, it would be a waste of money. Besides, it wasn’t like they were going to have a big wedding. A wedding that would show off the lovely dress she had on.

Lizzy clenched her jaw, despite herself. She stared at her reflection and smoothed the dress again. Her mother would probably find some sort of fault in it anyway. Or, she’d state if they were going to spend money on such a fancy dress then they would have to invite more people. Tommy would like that though. There had been clear disappointment on his face when Luda Mae had agreed with her that a smaller wedding was better. Of course he was disappointed. He wanted to show her off.

Still, she’d prefer just the nine of them, if her parents chose to show up, dressed in their Sunday best and with only a judge to officiate. Quick, simple, go home and celebrate together.

“Grandmama’s pearls would fit so well with this dress,” Henrietta said softly. Her eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy.

“Are you alright, dear?” Luda Mae asked. “You’re pale.”

Lizzy nodded her head, fighting back the sudden feeling of nausea as her world spun a little. Pearls. Wedding dress. Wedding. Her parents. Officially attaching her life to Tommy. Things were starting to become a little too real again.

“It’s a bit snug, a little hard to get a full breath,” she said, pushing against her chest, trying to find some good reason why it wasn’t the right pick. “I really think the third dress I tried on is the best.” It was simple, cheap and not entirely a wedding dress although it was white. She could make it look passable, just some extra fabric and a sewing machine.

Luda Mae stepped in front of her and examined her. “It does seem to fit you rather tight around here.” Luda Mae paused then smiled. “You have gotten better about your eating habits. You had us worrying with how skinny you were.”

Lizzy didn’t reply. She hadn’t thought about her weight before. They were probably right. It was difficult to eat when she was mourning her brother, and then the stress of the situation she was in didn’t help matters. But over the last month she’d found it easier to eat. She just conveniently ignored the fact she was eating questionable meat.

“Be a dear, Henrietta and see if Mr. Wells is around,” Luda Mae said. “He owns the store. Perhaps we can come to some sort of deal.”

Henrietta was already walking away before Lizzy could stop her.

“Luda Mae,” Lizzy said softly, catching the older woman’s wrist. “There’s no need. I’m sure the dress will still be here if and when we choose to get it.”

Luda Mae gave her a small smile. “Oh, Lizzy,” she said with a sigh. “You will learn soon enough. This town has a way of.” She paused. “Taking away what we want.”

“Well,” Lizzy pushed back. “If it’s not here when we come to it then it’s not meant to be. Honestly, we don’t need this. It’s a simply dress that I’ll wear at best for a single day. We can get the third one, maybe buy some fabric and fix it up to look nicer. He won’t care what I’m wearing in the end.”

Luda Mae’s smile brightened and pressed her hands against Lizzy’s.

“Nonsense,” Luda Mae said. “My future daughter-in-law should have the dress she wants for her wedding day. I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Lizzy didn’t release her grip. “Luda Mae,” she said again with more firmness in her voice. It felt like a curse now, knowing the financial situation the family was in. Not that she would have acted any differently. And, asking for a favor? To get a dress she was only going to wear once? That seemed rather silly.

Luda Mae averted her eyes for a moment.

“Let me do this, Lizzy,” she said softly, focusing on Lizzy again. “I.” She paused for a moment, then placed her hands on Lizzy’s. “I see it now. And I’m sorry.”

Lizzy frowned, resisting the urge to pull her hand away. Why was she apologizing? Feelings of confusion and uncertainty swirled inside of her. Was it possible?

Although Luda Mae had apologized over a month ago for what Hoyt had done, Lizzy never truly believed the woman was completely sorry. She figured Luda Mae was just saying what she thought was necessary in that moment.

“The way you look at him,” Luda Mae continued. She raised her eyes to focus on Elizabeth’s. “The love you have for my boy. After all we put you through. What I allowed you to be put through. You still somehow kept that love in your heart.” She pressed her hand against Elizabeth’s chest.

Elizabeth swallowed, trying to wet her throat that had suddenly become dry. Her eyes stung with tears, but she fought them back. She couldn’t cry.

Luda Mae paused and picked invisible specs of lint off of the dress. “I knew from the moment you touched his arm without fear that you were meant to stay with us. That you were different from everyone else who rejected him. But, then I got scared. I worried that I was wrong. Worried that you were just faking it and would break my son’s heart. His love for you was immediate. And I know girls that look like you. You would have destroyed him. If people here, who he grew up around, rejected him and hurt him, how could a stranger, someone not family, really care for him?”

Luda Mae raised her eyes to look into Lizzy’s. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and cupped Lizzy’s cheek.

“I shouldn’t have let you go alone with him,” Luda Mae said.

Lizzy stopped breathing for a moment as her body went stiff. “No,” she replied automatically. “You shouldn’t have.”

“But-”

But they wouldn’t have gotten Chance. She’d still be an outcast in his family despite his best efforts. She would still be worried for her life. Fearful that one misstep would end her on one of those meat hooks in the basement. She would care for Tommy, but not the way she felt for him now. She wouldn’t have trusted or loved him as she did now.

“No,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head, interrupting Luda Mae before she could continue. “No buts. Hoyt broke me, Luda Mae.” Despite the good that had proceeded, it was a heavy price to pay. It could have been avoided if she hadn’t felt the need to protect herself. “There’s a part of me that’s still broken. And I don’t know if it’ll ever get completely fixed.”

Time was helping and Tommy was doing his best. But, Hoyt was still around, still a threat. He probably would always be a threat to her. He’d be waiting for some royal fuck up from her end to finally pounce again. But, she couldn’t dwell on that.

“But, let’s not talk about that now,” Lizzy said. “As pretty as this dress is, it’d be silly to get it. It’ll just be the seven of us in the end, Luda Mae. Honestly, I’m sure we can transform that third dress into something that rivals this one.”

Luda Mae shook her head. “I don’t see why we should put in the time and work when we can get this lovely gown,” she said.

Lizzy curled her fingers into a fist.

“I guess,” she managed to say. Turning on her heels, she went back to the dressing room. There was no point in arguing, especially in the middle of the shop. She’d just have to keep insisting once they get home. Or, spin a tale to convince Tommy that the dress was unnecessary so he would back her up.

Mixed feelings flowed through her. Luda Mae was actually trying to make things right. Or, trying to apologize and mean it. But, buying the wedding dress wasn’t going to fix or make what had happened to her right. Although, it was nice to hear Luda Mae actually sound regretful.

“Still can’t afford it,” she whispered to herself as she held the fabric in her hands. They couldn’t afford it. And she didn’t want the family to get into unnecessary debt because of her.

“A baby will only make money tighter,” she mumbled as she planned another speech to give to Luda Mae in the car. The woman raised Tommy. She had to know that babies weren’t cheap. And it wasn’t like her and Tommy were being careful to not get pregnant. Not anymore.

A baby.

Lizzy grunted as she pulled up her jeans. It was time to start talking and making plans for that too. Turn that from wishful planning to actual planning. With the amount of unprotected sex they were having, there was no telling when she’d actually get pregnant. It was also made worse by the fact that she didn’t have regular periods. Going to the doctor was really the only way she would be able to know for sure, shy from showing obvious signs.

Chills ran down her spine at the thought.

Dr. Hawkins had yet to show up to any family function. And, Luda Mae hadn’t mentioned him when Lizzy asked who they would invite to the wedding. But, that didn’t mean much. There were only two people who could have given Hoyt the information about her IUD. The nurse or Dr. Hawkins. She hadn’t seen the nurse either.

Lizzy bit her lip. One thing was clear, she couldn’t trust the whole damn office. The problem was, once she got pregnant she might have to see him. Unless Luda Mae would be willing to drive her to another town. Unfortunately, the closest town was at least an hour away. Time. Money.

Lizzy ran her fingers through her hair for a moment, then pressed her hand against her neck. She was going to have to start paying better attention to her body and any possible changes. Grabbing her shirt, she paused. Slowly, she ran her hands along her flat stomach and tilted her head to one side. She hadn’t really given herself much of a look over the last few weeks. She didn’t feel the need to. But, as she turned and gave herself a better look in the mirror, she realized Luda Mae was right. She had gotten slightly larger. Although it was hardly noticeable at the same time. Maybe it was just their imaginations. Or hope?

Her mind went through the little checklist she learned in school when it came to being pregnant. Signs to look out for.

She squeezed her breasts. They felt tender, but that could be explained away by the sex she had yesterday. She had also been feeling a bit fatigued during the last few weeks, but figured that was because of all the excitement and keeping herself busy with the house.

Taking in a deep breath, she slowly let it out. There really wasn’t much to go on that couldn’t be explained away. Still. She’d have to keep a close eye on herself. Tell Tommy? No, she thought. At least, not yet. She didn’t want him to get too excited only for it to be a false alarm.

A sharp knock made her jump. “Mr. Wells said he’d hold the dress for us for a week,” Henrietta said excitedly.

Lizzy felt her heart skip a beat and for a moment she was happy.

“Sounds good, Etta,” she replied back.

She stared at the dress for a moment, before putting it back on the hanger. She did want it, but, if she was pregnant then that would be another reason not to get it. It wasn’t designed to be let out. It would be even more of a waste if she couldn’t wear it.

At least they weren’t buying it immediately. She had a week to convince them to not buy it at all.

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highlady-sorcha · 2 years ago

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Before The Ceremony (Nesta x Reader)

I really cannot believe the love that you all have given me. Thank you all so so much!! This is a different one- more of like Nesta/friend/fluff? Not sure it’s a thing, but I just liked the idea of being that person that Nesta lets in as a bestie. So, here we are!

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"Nesta, you've always been beautiful, but cauldron boil me... you could have any male in the world right now.," you told her, smiling at your reflection over her shoulder in the mirror. Your face hurt from smiling so much, but Nesta and Cassian were finally accepting the bond! Who wouldn't be this happy?

After fiddling with her long, golden brown locks for a moment, you glanced up to tell her so- and found her eyes rimmed with silver. Her face was tense, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Nesta crying? Since when did Nesta cry? She was your rock, she was the one who ripped out throats and hearts when you came back to the apartment you'd shared crying. She was the one who came back for you when she'd gotten her life together. Nesta had pulled you from the taverns and gambling halls when she knew what would help, when she knew how to help you rise from the life she'd shared with you.

You snapped your mouth shut and glanced at the door behind you. The pale stone walls of the small temple on the lawns of the river house glimmered in the early morning light. Your delicately pointed fae ear twitched, and hearing no one in the hall outside, you scuttled to the door and shut it, throwing the lock.

When you came back to where Nesta was seated on a peach pink tufted stool, she had her face in her hands, her shoulders shook. Yards of cream colored silk overlayed with fine lace spilled out in every direction around her. Flowers from Elain's garden were tucked behind her ears and in the band that had been braided behind her head to contain the loose rich curls and bounced over her shoulders.

Careful not to step on and mark the expensive gown, you shuffled through the layers and knelt beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. You could remember when it was painful to touch her, bump into her. Every bone had jutted from beneath her skin, she had been all sharp angles and exhaustion. Now, thick muscles set beneath a soft layer of skin covered by long lace sleeves that belled out from her wrists.

"Nesta.... what is it?" You asked softly. "Mating ceremonies can be scary, but they're beautiful, you'll see. It doesn't hurt when the bond snaps into place." You reassured her, trying to think of all the things that might be scaring her.

Nesta sniffed heavily, shaking her head in her hands. "It's not that, it's not." she sniffled again and raised her face. You bit back a sigh when you saw that the kohl around her eyes had smeared and the blush you'd dusted across the tops of her cheeks was now down to her jaw.

"Although how would you know? Are you hiding a man I don't know about?" Nesta teased, braving a crooked smile through her tears.

You wanted to shoot something back a little more cutting. Normally you would, but given the circumstances you let her down easy with a scoff and eye roll as you trotted across the room. Peach colored blush in a small black case and a black pencil in a thin tray still lay on the gold painted dressing table Rhys had summoned in there.

You grabbed both and ran back to her. Time was ticking, the ceremony had to be starting soon and Nesta needed to be ready when Clotho was.

You knelt down in front of her and dabbed at her eyes. "Really, Nesta, what is it? I've seen you do far worse things than accept your bond." You told her.

Nesta sighed. Her eyes rimmed with silver and she smiled shakily. "Nothing is wrong, really it's just..." She closed her eyes so you could clean up the mess on their lids. When she opened them again, they were filled with such sorrow and grief that your chest ached.

"I really wish my father had been here." She choked. Nesta's face crumbled and she looked down to her lap.

Your eyes stung as you wiped the last of the makeup off her face, and threw the cosmetics into a chair with a matching peach cushion nearby.

You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close. Her shoulders shook and you let a hot tear slip from beneath your own long lashes that fanned across the tops of your cheeks. You hugged her close, willing the feeling of deep warmth and love that you felt for her to melt from your body to hers.

"I know Nesta... I know," You ventured carefully. "I know you wish he was here, I wish he was too. But.. he would be so proud of you," you told her, your throat clenching. Another tear ran down your face and you allowed yourself a breath before you moved on. "He would be. You've overcome so much, you saved Feyre, and Nyx, and none of us would know what to do without you."

She started to cut in, but you squeezed her tighter and trampled on.

"Cassian is defined by you. The general of the mightiest, most frightening armies in Prythian. The man that has put the worst creatures in existence under that damn mountain, is brought to his knees by you." You pulled back from her and held her at arm's length. There was one last thing you knew she needed to hear.

You smiled tenderly, letting her see the emotion brimming in your own (your eye color) eyes. "Nesta, you deserve this. You are worthy of being loved."

Nesta's eyes glimmered softly, she opened her mouth to say something but a knock at the door wrenched both of your attention away from the moment.

"Come in!" You shouted after a moment.

The door opened, and Feyre leaned in, her long hair tumbling down over her shoulder as a small, chubby hand reached for a lock of it.

"Clotho's here! Time to go"

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photogirl894 · 2 years ago

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Kid, I'm about to go IIIIIIN!!! SO EXCITED you've made it to so many followers! You did it, well done!

I'm hoping for 10. “Would you like to dance?” with Rex or Tech. Would love if there wasn't an established relationship yet, but I trust you, boo. Thank yooooou!!

Thank you so much, my darling!! 🥰🥰

I'm gonna do this one for Rex...though there may be a fun twist 😉

"The Victory Ball"

10. "Would you like to dance?"

Pairing: Rex x fem reader

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To celebrate a recent Republic victory in winning back a system of planets from the Separatists, there was a victory ball being held for everyone. Senators, Republic figures, Jedi and even the Clones and other military personnel, like you. You were a medic that overlooked a lot of the wounded Clone soldiers. This was the first time you were going to an official ball of some kind. You had been to fancier parties before, but nothing like this, so you wanted to really cherish the night.

It started off by purchasing a new dress for the ball. You went with a nice deep red dress that was form-fitting, almost touched the floor, had gossamer sleeves, gems across the square neckline and a lace overlay on the skirt of the dress. It was a positively gorgeous dress and you loved how it looked on you. It seemed to accentuate your curves very well. You were sure you would draw some attention at the ball.

Maybe even the eyes of some Clones.

There were a couple of the Clones in the GAR that you thought were attractive--though really, they all had the same face, so they all were attractive--and you hoped would look your way. Namely either someone from the 501st or Clone Force 99, the two Clone squadrons you seemed to see the most. There were some here and there that would naturally flirt with you when in the med bay, which you didn't mind. Maybe tonight would be different. Guess you were about to see.

The ball was being held at a concert hall on Coruscant. When you arrived, you could see a few faces you recognized: some of your fellow medics, a few Jedi Generals you'd met briefly and a lot of Clone soldiers. For once, they were all in finer military garb instead of their usual armor, which caught you off guard at first. Many of the guests were standing around in pairs or groups, engaging in conversation and with drinks in their hands. You picked up a drink from a table yourself and slowly drank it down as you wandered about the room. Very soon, slow and pleasant music started playing from the band and there were a few people that made their way to a nearby dance floor.

You heard a voice speak next to you, "Would you like to dance?"

When your head turned, you found yourself facing a very familiar Clone Captain.

"I would love to, Rex," you replied.

He took your hand and led you to the dance floor. His other hand came to your waist, your other one rested on his shoulder and the of you started swaying to the music in the midst of the other dancers.

"You look breathtaking tonight," he told you.

You blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, sir," you replied.

"No formalities tonight," he said back. "You may just call me 'Rex'."

"Well...thank you, Rex," you said, using him name.

"How does it feel not being in the med bay and in fancier attire?" he asked.

You chuckled. "It's definitely different than what I'm used to. What about you? Does it feel good shedding off that armor for once?"

He snickered himself. "Oh yes," he said. "Though I don't mind wearing my armor all the time. It's become more comfortable."

"Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing," you commented. "The fact you're having to fight so much that your armor feels comfortable to you now...it's a little sad."

Rex simply shrugged. "It is what it is. That's what we're here for. We're soldiers of the Republic and I myself will continue to fight for as long as I must."

Instinctively, your hand on his shoulder slid up to the back of his neck. "Hopefully, it won't be for too much longer," you said. "You keep showing up in my med bay with all sorts of injuries. It worries me sometimes."

"Well...maybe that's why I keep doing it," he responded, grinning at you as you felt his hand slide down from your waist to your hip and he pulled you even closer to him.

Heat flared up in your cheeks again, but you kept your composure and replied, "That's not very smart of you, Rex. You shouldn't needlessly get yourself hurt just to see me. You could've just...asked me."

His face was suddenly closer to yours and his hot breath fanned your skin as he asked you in a quiet voice, "In that case...may I see you again? Perhaps...after the ball...in a more private place?"

If he hadn't been holding you, you swore your knees would've given way at his request. Though, you gave him a flirty smile back and replied, "You may. Meet me outside the entrance after the ball."

"Understood. I'm looking forward to it," he said.

Before long, the dance was finished, the music ended and Rex finished your dance by kissing your hand in a gentlemanly fashion. Though, before he left, he whispered in your ear, "You look beautiful in red...but I think you would look ravishing in blue." With that, he walked away, leaving you a bit stunned by his compliment.

However, a few seconds later, you heard another voice say to you, "I believe the Captain is mistaken. In my opinion, red is a more perfect color for you."

You found yourself looking at another Clone you knew; one that wore goggles.

"Tech!" you exclaimed at seeing him, wondering how he heard what Rex had said to you. "You are too kind."

He offered an arm to you and asked, "May I have the honor of the next dance with you?"

You grinned pleasantly. This was shaping up to be a fun and interesting night.

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razortearzz666 · 2 years ago

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ah and fuck it if i was invited 2 the met gala i would wear a tight black leather mini dress wiff a long black lace overlay w a long lacy train and large sleeves that reach my fingertips and matching fingerless black lace gloves and sum fishnets and 4 accessories a chain belts with little metal satanic crosses dangling from it bc karl lagerfield or wtv his name is is a FUCKIFN POSER and satan is the only fashiun icon i care abt (w amy lee and gerard way ofc) and also black leather garters n a leather g a choker with metal rings and spikes on it ofc!! and 4 da hair i would keep my dyed black hair but add a red gradient at the tip and on the bangz and also a lacy black veil so i look like im going to a fuckin funeral instead of a rich ass nepotism poser celebrity bullshit galaXD

#fuck prepz!!!!#met gala #goth girl #goth #goffik #emo #alt #prepz dni #posers dni #goff #gothic #goth fashion #fashion #met gala 2023

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ange-la-ange-ootd · 2 years ago

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Happy winter ILD~

Chooocolate OP - Long Ears and Sharp Ears’ Studio boots - Demonia chocolate violin necklace - Angelic Pretty Your Fate is Sealed earrings - Kikay

[ID: A casual lolita coordinate featuring a chocolate print dress. The main outfit colors are dark brown and black. The dress has a high waist design with puffy long sleeves, rounded collar, and chocolate bar print skirt with an organza overlay. It’s paired with dark brown tights and black lace up boots. The accessories include a chocolate violin pendant necklace and dark red wax seal earrings.]

#International Lolita Day #EGL fashion #lolita fashion #casual lolita #long and sharp ears studios #jfashion #ootd #outfit #EGL Community

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December CC Haul Links 📃🔗

I have gathered all the links for everything I downloaded in December!

Time to ✨S H O P ✨ 👀⬇️

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PRESETS

Head Shape Set

fable presets

6 nose presets

eye preset dump

female lip presets n1-3

Lip presets

body presets 1 + 2

lunar body preset

SKIN DETAILS/GENETICS

Saturnine Skinblend

SCULPT contour collection

Silence Eyes N65

Heterochromia Comet Eyes

HAIR

- female

Aamira Hair

Aither Hair

Alice Hair

Andrea Hair

Anna Hairstyle

Bella Hair

Chloe Hair

Ciara Hair

Clark Hair

Cleo Hair

Da-Eun Hair

Daydream hair

Diablera Hair

Ellen Curls

Fern Hair

Frau Hair

Hazel Hair

Hecate Hair

Iris Hair

Kali Hair

Karol Hairs

Kenny Hair

Luma hair

Maxine Hair

Megan Hair

Mila hair

Naveah Hair 1

Nevaeh Hair 2

Rei Hair

Riley Hair 1

Riley Hair 2

Rockstar Hair

Rose Hair

Rose Hairstyle

Ruka Hair

Sakura Hair

Scooby Set

Serena Hair

Sharon Hair

Snow Hairstyle

Tess Hair

Yara Hairstyle

Yasmin Hair

afro collection

bonisha braids v1-v2

braelynn braid bun

braelynn braids

jort hair

katara hair

kelani braids set

locs collection

maggie hair

north hair

panea puff

prue hair

pyrisha puff

rio's cornrows

twyla hair

- male

Messy Locs

Mike Hair

Southern Sun

jae hair

-children

Alvaro Hair

kids hair dump #1

kids hair dump #4

kids hair dump #6

kids hair dump #19

kids hair dump #21

kids hair dump #41

Chloe Hair

-toddler

Little Ballerina Hair

Riley Hair

Chloe Hair

-facial hair

Beard Set

MAKEUP

Spice lip kit

the aspen palette

eyeliner ultimate collection

lipstick ultimate collection

summer blush part 1

Prism Makeup Set

Mirage makeup set

The GLOSSY BOX

pumpkin frost palette

Liner Set

CLOTHING

- female tops

Rib Knit Crop Top

Racer Top

Ripped Sweater

Bear top

Wool hoodie

halloween cropped jumper

Boyfriend Jacket V1

Halloween Oversized Jumper

Yoga Bra (Fitness Collection)

Loose Tee

T-shirt

short sleeved t-shirt

Tico & Teco Tops

Himesh Jacket + bag

cozy sweatshirt

clothes set top

Vintage Blouse

- male tops

Elliot Shirt

Sleepover Set

- children tops

Wool hoodie

Himesh Jacket + Bag

xersei cardigan

- toddler tops

Himesh Jacket + Bag

- female bottoms

Yoga Pants (Fitness Collection)

Cargo Jeans

Zane Jeans

High Rise Mom Jeans

Boss Pants

Ruffle Waist Jeans

bianca belted jeans

Cargo Joggers

Taylor Jeans

Two Tone Ankle Jeans

Basic Pants IV

Mayli Tights

Jeans

Anna Pant

clothes set skirt

- male bottoms

Sleepover Set

- children bottoms

palazzo pants

- female full body

Mandy Dress

Ribbed Bikini

Sweater overall dress

Monroe Dress

Monroe Underwears

sleeping gown

raven dress

Knitted Long Dress

Maid Dress

Kenzie Matching Set

Yareli Dress

Moka Dress

Josephine Outfit

- unisex full body

Festive Flannels

ACCESSORIES

Monroe Jewellery

Epiphany Headpiece

Mermaid Piercings

3D Belly Button Ring

toasty toes socks

earring set

Chaotic Clothes Overlays

Seira Necklace

midsommar eyes

Stockings 7

AirPods Max

Starsign Necklace Set

Pearl earrings

knitted socks

Flower Charm Jewelry Set

Lace Socks 01

Divinity Earrings

SHOES

- female

Riley Platform Heels

Essential Pumps Collection

Hesper Pumps

Blackout Chunky Heeled Loafers

Patent leather ankle boots 01

Rhinestone Jewel Embellished Boots

Shearling-lined Suede Knee Boots 01

Butterfly Leather Heels 01

Glittered Leather Sneakers 01

Leather Sandals 02

Crystal Satin Sandals 01

Crystal Leather Sandals 01

Platforms Leather Sandals 01

Embellished Leather Slides

Lace Up Sandals 01

Leather Sandals 04

Embellished Pearl White Satin Sandals

Leather Sandals 05

Pearl Wedding Sandals

Tall Rain Boots 02

Leather Loafers 01

Leather Sandals 06

Satin Pumps 02

Leather Pumps 01

Satin Sandals With Bows 01

Embellished Leather Sandals 01

Leather Pumps With Bow 02

Suede Ankle Boots 01

Suede Ankle Boots 02

Lace Up Sandals 02

- unisex

alive sneakers

Club C85 Sneakers

Tall Rain Boots 01

Adidas superstar

TATTOOS

Child of Nature Tattoos

Betty full body tattoo

Lowkey Tattoos

Homemade Tattoos

Random Tattoos

Leaf Chest Tattoo

floral chest tattoo

COLLECTIONS/SETS

QICC November 2022 Collection

Comfy Collection Redux

Simblreen Set

komfy collection

sienna collection

November 2022 CC Set

QICC May 2021 Collection

Red Carpet Set

October 2022 Collection

Mellow III

QICC February 2022 Collection

Mini CAS set No.1

Secret Santa 2022

Fiona Clothes Set

October 2021 Collection

Sentate X Trillyke 2020 part 1

Trillyke X Sentate 2020 part 2

Reprobate Romance CC Collection

Explorer set

Autumn City

November 2022 Collection

The Timeless Collection part 1

The Timeless Collection part 2

Jacquebazz Collection 001

Year of the Rabbit Collection Year of the Rabbit Collection pt 2

Glitter Collection part 1

Glitter Collection part 2

Slay Belles Set part 1 Slay Belles Set part 2

Autumn/Winter 2022 Collection

December 2022 Collection

OTHER

default bra + panty

ridgeport archive - becky boots mesh

Thank you so much for watching! Disclaimer: I do NOT claim or own any CC mentioned! 🖤

#cc links #mine

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