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Time for love ° Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin. the immortal Adonis, falls for a human.

WC: 2094 Genre: Greek mythology AU, angst, smut

TW: make up artist reader, model hyunjin, smut, masturbation, thigh riding, handjob, mention of cum, borderline asshole hyunjin, greek gods and goddesses, mention of blood, angry hyunjin and angry deities

AN: thank you from th ebottom of my heart to th elovely @leeknowsallyoursecrets , for giving me her opinion about this.

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Hyunjin was old. Hyunjin was really really old. Eternal youth they called it. When one thinks about youth, they imagine freshness and fun; a colorful, colorful phase when you get to try new things and explore the world. Hyunjin’s life was anything but; he had seen every corner of this earth and tried every experience that was humanly possible. His life was flat and gray, there was nothing more to do and he was bored.

He remembered his first life. His name was Adonis and he was considered the most beautiful man in the whole world; he was so beautiful that goddesses soon appeared on his doorstep and asked to share his bed. That’s how his story became myth, or what people thought it was.

He had lived many lives from then, he had taken many names and done many things, he lived a tranquil life and minded his business; had sometimes taken a couple of lovers but nothing that had stuck to him. 

His life and pattern of change had come crumbling apart when one day the gods decided to come out in the open and introduce themselves to humans. With time everything was uncovered and the protagonists of every myth became their own kind of celebrities. He had never been more famous in his life, but he also had never been more lonely. He was beautiful and that was a fact, and with the fame came the modeling offers. He modeled for the most famous maisons of fashion of the world and people loved him. No they didn’t love him, they loved his body, they loved his face, they loved his fake smile and fake confidence.

His days were always the same, he would wake up at an insane hour, get on set, get ready, shoot, get unready, check social media and then go to bed, just to do it all the following day. Day after day the cycle had never been broken, for years on end. Until it had.

When he walked inside the photo studio, he could sense something had shifted in the air. He hated changes. A heavy hand smoothed back his unruly hair, his eyes closed almost on instinct after he sat down in his makeup chair. He had requested a special chair, made of one of the softest furs he had ever touched, where he could sleep and relax.

Something warm and small suddenly touched his shoulder, hesitantly. He hissed and his eyes shot open, his staff knew better than to interfere with his pattern. 

His breath hitched in his throat when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his usual make-up artist.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Hwang, I am Y/N L/N, your new makeup artist,” your voice was sweet, way too sweet to be human, but he knew all deities by heart. Perhaps some kind of creature.

“What happened to Ha-na?” his eyes bore holes into your skull, his gaze held a fiery passion you had never seen in your life. Is this how an immortal looks?, you thought.

“She’s on maternity leave, sir,” you had never felt that nervous in your life.

The conversation died off after that but his eyes were fixed on you. There was something about you that Hyunjin couldn't quite pinpoint, his inside felt like they were lit on fire. His head told him that if he looked away from you, something bad would've happened. He had to have you, one way or another, he didn't even care if you were human or not.

Since that day Hyunjin had always waited anxiously for your arrival every morning. You would always greet him with a tight lipped smile while you closed into fists your obvious shaky hands. He liked to think your hands were shaking and your heart was beating out of your chest because of him. 

At night Hyunjin would lie awake and think about you, your hair, your lips, your hands, your eyes, but most of the time he would think about what laid under your clothes, how your curves would look and how they would feel in his big and soft hands.

He had to have you, he didn't care if you were human or not.

The second time Hyunjin spoke to you, it was weeks after your first encounter.

“What are you?” his eyes bored into yours like the first time you met.

 “What do you mean sir?” 

His presence felt almost overbearing, it looked like he was towering over you, it felt like he was everywhere, you couldn't run from him. But in reality he was still sitting in front of you.

“Don't play coy. What kind of creature are you?” 

“Creature? I'm human, sir,” your eyes wide as saucers at his assumption. You? A supernatural creature? 

“Are you lying to me?” His tone was stern and demanding.

“No, sir, I would never.” 

He didn't reply.

He was scary. Immortals were scary and dangerous for humans more than anyone else. You should've been fearful of him but a familiar throb between your legs kept growing and growing and you couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Hyunjin could feel your arousal, he could read it on your face. After centuries he could read human emotions quite well.

“Everybody out!” His tone left no space for arguments. The staff and photographers scurried out of the room with their hearts in their throats.

“Come sit.” The immortal patted his spread legs, his big hand encased your wrist.

“Excuse me?”

“You don't want to?” he sounded cocky now, a new emotion he let you see.

“I didn't say that,” you stuttered.

“Then be a good girl and straddle my thigh.” 

His hands never left your body, not even when you complied and positioned yourself how he asked. He was in control, he was the one guiding your movement.

A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt him ground you on his strong thigh.

“Please sir, touch me,” the shame fueled your pleasure like never before.

“No can do, get yourself off like this or don't at all.”

That was the best orgasm of your life.

After he touched you, Hyunjin couldn't get enough of you. He thought your voice was sweet at first, but your moans were even sweeter, your skin tasted like nectar and your pussy like ambrosia. He was addicted.

Sleep came easier to him now but not even in your dreams he could escape you. Your voice, your sweet whines, your skin, your scent, they all clouded his brain even in his slumber. He'd wake up hard as a rock every night and leaking. He would fuck his fist roughly, just how he liked it, he would use all of his toys and cum again and again until his seed had permanently stained his satin black sheets. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He had to feel you clench around him, he had to feel you rake your nails down his back, he had to push your legs to your chest and see fat tears roll down your cheeks.

So he would get up and drive to your house where he would fuck you until you both passed out. It became some sort of routine, one that he followed religiously. But the more he saw the bigger a foreign and strange feeling grew inside him. It started at the pit of his stomach and then spread through his chest like a warm blanket enveloping him in a tight hug. It was comforting and that unsettled him.

He was confused and ignorant, he hated that. But he knew that it didn't come from him, somebody was attacking him. That's how Hyunjin found himself in front of the goddess of love, Aphrodite, herself.

“What have you done to me?” he yelled. He knew yelling at a deity was not a smart move but the anger was consuming him, mixing with that strange feeling and making his blood hot.

“You cursed me, didn't you? You cursed me because I don't want to share a bed with you anymore, you selfish woman.” The moment those words came out of HYunjin’s mouth he regretted them. The room started shaking along with the anger of the goddess, everybody knew not to anger Aphrodite. he was foolish, he thought he could get away with it because he used to be her favorite lover. The goddess grew in stature, the light bulbs in the room exploded, leaving the only light her angry eyes. 

“You foolish human, how dare you speak to me like this,” this was not Aphrodite the goddess of love, this was the goddess of fiery passion and victory, “ I did not curse you. You do not hold significance in my eyes anymore, you are a mere human. Humans all fall in love, it’s their destiny.”

The walls of the pristine white room they were in started to crack under the gravity of the goddess full immortal form. Hyunjin knew that the fact he was not dead meant that Aphrodite let him live as a sign of charity and because of the time they shared their bed. But she did not give second chances, she never had so he quickly kneeled and when he felt the presence of the immortal get gradually less overbearing he got up and walked backwards until back hit the door as a sign of respect and then left. 

The drive home was pure madness, flashes of rage traveled through his body like lightning before leaving like nothing had happened. Hera was punishing him for angering her daughter, nothing was less expected from the goddess of family. When he stumbled into his house, with shaky hands he grabbed his ceremonial cup and offered his bloods to the gods to appease them and as a thanks for sparing his life.

The following day Hyunjin avoided looking at you in the eyes, he had never looked away from you, not even once. You were so used to having his fiery gaze on you that now your whole body felt cold as ice. 

‘Maybe he’s tired,’ you thought while you worked. Tired or not, you felt him miles away from you even if you were touching his skin with your very own hands. Something had shifted between you. 

The next day felt like a deja vù, Hyunjin still had his eyes closed and he still refused to talk to you. You felt wronged and cold. The following days followed the same pattern, it felt like a terrible nightmare. His nightly visits had also stopped and so did his texts. 

Anger and frustration were eating away at you. Work had started to get tougher and Hyunjin’s attitude was making your mental health drop. The last straw was the pouring rain, you were stranded at work, with no umbrella, when all you wanted to do was go home, eat ice cream and sleep.

Fat teardrops started dropping down your cheeks, why was this all happening to you? Why couldn’t you live in peace? Why was Hwang Hyunjin doing this to you?

“Are you crying?” That voice. Hwang Hyunjin.

“That’s none of your business, Hyunjin,” you furiously wiped at your cheeks.

“It is,” his hand cupped your cheek and you had no strength to fight it, “ it is because you are the only woman i’ve ever loved in my long life.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Say that again.”

“You, “ he paused, “ are the only wo-”

You didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence, your lips attached to his and you richest deflated with relief. Kissing him felt familiar and natural. The recognizable desire that always lit within you when you were with him started spreading through you like wildfire. Your hands quickly traveled to his pants and unbuttoned his pants without thinking, you had done that countless times. His dick was already hard and leaking, waiting for you. Your soft hand wrapped around his velvety skin and tugged and moved just how you knew he liked, how you knew drove him mad. Your lips found his neck and nipped and sucked at his pulse point, his weak spot.

“Oh, baby, I’m not going to last, I think I’m cumming.”

A quick swipe of your thumb against his slip made him spill all over your hand, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes tightly shut.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, lover, but first let me return the favor.” 

A hand on his chest stopped him.

“Take me on a date first.”

“Whatever you want, lover.”

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in the still of the night, i held you; nsfw

pairing; nanami kento x fem!reader summary; "so before the light, hold me again with all of your might, in the still of the night." - the five satins wc; 2.6k cw; smut (non-penetrative sex), cisfem!reader, mentions of misogyny, alcohol use an; HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! have some sweet husband material kento to take with you into 2024 :')

In your genkan, Kento kneels to undo the buckle of your heels. They’d been a gift from him not even a year ago — high-end and real leather and more comfortable than most heels, but still a pain in the ass when you've been wearing them for 8 hours. His hands are warm and soothing where they rub gently over your bare heels, setting each foot gently upon the ground afterwards. You’re stuffed from dinner and blinking sleepily, all pliable and softened by an evening of tireless socialisation and too much sake.

“That Yamada fellow,” Kento says. He stands again, brushing imaginary dirt from his suit. “I don’t like him.”

He takes the jacket from your hands, your handbag, too; hangs them up on the coat rack and then deals with his own coat, and you watch him all the while. Perhaps you had a little too much beer, because even as he speaks, you can only stare at him — the thickness of his forearms as he wrangles off his coat, the sleeves of his shirt pushed up to reveal veins and corded muscle; his handsome side-profile, his strong nose and furrowed brow and angular cheekbones… If you were more artistically inclined you have no doubt he’d be your muse. It seems especially criminal to think that Kento has never considered himself particularly attractive. Your head thuds back against the front door.

Blinking away your sudden haze — alcohol or fatigue, you don’t know —, you peer over at him, curious. “Oh?”

There's an answering hum. Neither of you move — still standing in the genkan, you in your summer dress and woollen jumper, makeup done to the nines, slumped against the door. Him in his khaki slacks and button up, handsome as ever, leaning against the wall. You're in a bubble, here — halfway between the izakaya you'd spent the evening at and your bed. It's timeless, quiet. The only thing to be heard is the distant sound of traffic through your living room windows, just around the corner.

You tilt your head in thought. “I mean, he’s a clown, but he’s harmless. Just stupid."

"I don't like the way he spoke to your friend," Kento says, nose wrinkling. Ah, yes — you knew it had bothered him. Yamada is what one would call dead from the neck up — an idiot. How he's stayed employed so long is a mystery to you, especially with the amount of complaints he's garnered from female employees. He's not a creep (mostly), just ignorant and annoying. Thinks women should quit their jobs when they get pregnant, thinks maternity leave is a scam, thinks women are too emotional for leadership positions. Tonight he'd made the mistake of ordering your friend to serve him a drink in front of Kento — not the worst thing he's ever said or done, but it irked Kento nonetheless. You'd seen your boyfriend's eyes narrow and quickly shooed Yamada away to another table with the allure of more alcohol, and hoped that was the end of it. Clearly not. "Does he speak to you like that?"

"Mm. Sometimes. I guess he didn't tonight because you were there. You're pretty scary, Ken."

He only watches you, frowning. Doesn't take the bait. "Nothing's been done about him?"

"Mm-mm. We used to report him a bunch, but it's more trouble than it's worth." Another beat of silence, and you shoot him a smile. "Don't worry about it, Ken-chan. It doesn't bother us anymore. It's like working with an overgrown child."

"A man like that shouldn't have a job in the first place."

Finally, you push yourself off of the door — stroll slowly to where he stands, arms raised to loop around his neck. His frustration is silent — it most often is — but he accepts your embrace easily. His hands plant themselves over your lower back, warm and calloused, and a deep sigh filters through his chest. His nose nudges against the crook of your neck. "Sorry. None of that is your fault."

"Mm. It's okay." Exhaling, you let your eyes flutter shut. The entirety of your weight rests on him at this point. The drunkenness is wearing off, leaving only a pervasive lethargy and meddling craving for something requiring far more energy than you have. "Hey, Ken. Wanna fuck?"

Kento's breath hitches in your ear, before he lets out a laugh. His hand brushes up your spine, and you don’t bother to suppress the shiver it sends through you. "You're so vulgar. And you're almost falling asleep, darling."

“Mm.” Nudging your nose against the side of his neck and revelling in the goosebumps that rise there, you press your chest harder against him. “I have enough in me for a quickie.”

"We're getting you to bed."

“Hm? No! The night’s not over yet, Ken…” And yet you barely fight as he urges you forward, still wound around each other like a ball of string. Through the darkened living room and past the shape of your kotatsu, down the hallway and past the pantry and bathroom until you reach the bedroom. The lights are flicked on, dimmed to something more palatable, and Kento nudges you towards the bed.

You collapse like a sack of potatoes. You realise quite suddenly that you’d expended most all of your energy for the day and were truly running on fumes — considering you can count the amount of coworkers you like on one hand, and alcohol cuts your temper short. Somehow you still have enough energy to prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as Kento stands in the doorway of the en suite, rifling through the cabinet until he comes away with some cotton pads and a bottle of micellar water.

You know you’re watching him like he’s hung the stars in the sky. You know your eyes are wide and glassy when he kneels by the bed and begins to wipe your makeup off, unfathomingly gentle — because he meets your gaze just once and laughs softly, all too fond, before returning to task. Swiping softly over your lips and under your eyes, all traces of mascara and eyeliner and concealer and whatever-else gone within a few cotton pads. Then he traces over your face with another one just to be sure — or perhaps just to map out your features under his fingers, indulgent and sweet. When he’s finished, he doesn’t leave, though — just stays and watches you in silence.

“Kento,” you say quietly.

“Mm?”

“I want you.”

His thumb nudges away a strand of hair tickling your temple. “You have me, darling.”

“Hm.” That’s not what you meant, and he knows it, but you’re too tired to actually have him, anyways. Your eyes flutter shut, heavy and sticky, and he takes that as his cue to continue — pulling down your tights from your legs, unzipping the side of your dress. Lifting it over your head and replacing it with a large t-shirt that you vaguely register as his; and then leaving you to deal with himself, presumably. You hear the rustling of fabric and the thud of them hitting the floor, the metallic clink of his belt buckle.

Still — a budding sort of heat warms your stomach; hides itself beneath your ribs and wriggles about in your mind. It’s annoying, pressing, unfaltering — flickering thoughts about how firm his biceps are; how big and warm his hands feel when they spread your legs and press your knees against your chest; how his body covers yours entirely in the throes of it all, hot and heavy and sweating with the heat of it all; the skill of his tongue, fuck, long laves of it against your—

“Asleep already?”

“Mm-mm.” You crack an eye open; glance up at him in all his glory, plaid flannel pants hanging low around his hips, a white t-shirt covering his chest. “You’re so unfair.”

As you close your eyes again, you feel him climb onto the bed beside you — the mattress dipping under his knee, the blankets rustling, and then a large hand plants itself upon your stomach. “Why’s that?”

You don’t say anything, only arching (perhaps a bit wantonly) into his hand.

“Ah. I see.” The hand smooths up and down, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin, and a deep exhale filters out of his chest. You can almost hear the fond smile in his voice when he bows his head towards you and says: “Do you really need an orgasm to sleep?”

“Are you—” Yawn— “Are you teasing me right now?”

“No.” His fingers twitch subtly against you.

“Because that would be mean, Ken-chan.”

“I’m never mean to you. In fact—” His fingers begin a slow descent downwards, bunching your t-shirt just under the curve of tour ribcage. They leave goosebumps in their wake on their path below the elasticated hem of your panties— “I’m far too lenient where you’re concerned.”

His fingers are almost icy cold in comparison to the sweltering heat between your thighs. At that first brush against you, you give out an embarrassingly high-pitched sigh, but you have no energy to feel any shame. It's not your usual reaction to such simple touch — not the wet mess between your legs, nor the noises that are being wrung from you — but between the alcohol and syrup-like lethargy… Needless to say, Kento’s fingers are thoroughly soaked within a few moments of practiced petting, gliding between your puffy lips to where you’re willing and weeping.

His fingers — those damned fingers, careful and practiced and just slightly calloused — dip momentarily into you, and you hear his breath hitch in time with yours. Your limbs are tense, now, no longer splayed every-which-way with little care; they’re coiled tightly, excitable pressure locked away in every joint, twitching with each mote of pleasure he gives you.

And oh, does he give. Your stomach goes rigid with it. He’s only tracing his fingers around your opening — watching you with eagle eyes when your stomach jumps every time he passes over a particularly sensitive patch of skin. It’s not enough to start those sparks of pleasure aflame in the pit of your chest, those involuntary contractions that make your mouth salivate — but it’s well more than enough to begin to kindle them. More than enough to get your back arching at the momentary entrance of a single finger.

“Hm.” Your sigh edges on a whimper, tapering out as you attempt to regain control of yourself. “That’s — that’s not gonna do very much, Ken.”

He doesn’t answer, at least not verbally. The finger pops back out — slickened and shiny — but there’s little time for complaint. Almost instantly his fingers dart up to your clit, circling the hardened bead in a pace you can only describe as indulgent. Indulgent for you or for him, you can’t tell, but you make a sound like the air’s been punched out of you regardless.

It’s just the start of it — you know, those tingles that begin in your clit and warm in your stomach, sent as shivers up your spine and your ribs, pooling in your nipples and fizzing in your fingertips. Just the start, but enough to have you squirming, pressing up to the few fingers that pleasure you. At your side, Kento huffs a laugh. He presses himself closer to you — dips his head so that his nose nudges against your jaw, hot air warming up your neck.

“Is that enough?” His voice is, somehow, more husky than usual — but still unerringly adoring.

“Uhm—” Then, hips jumping out into his touch — unconsciously, might you add— “Just — faster, please.”

“Greedy.” He means to admonish you, but Kento is no less indulgent than he usually is; pressing down harder, petting at you with wet sounds that reverberate through the room — shlikshlikshlik— even adding another finger to the mix, like he simply can’t hold himself back any further. It’s liable to drive you insane, the sheer sensuality of it all — the shivery, excitable pleasure that zips up and down your legs, the stuttering breath in your chest. When you gasp out, hardly able to hold your sounds in your throat, his breath comes out laboured. “There you go, darling. Take what you need.”

You’re humping into his hand like an excitable virgin, panting low in your chest as his fingers and palm grind against the slippery flesh of you. It should be embarrassing, the raw abandon you move with, but there’s nothing but fondness in Kento’s face, and your need burns you up from the inside. You’d push him onto his back and have your way with him if you had the strength — for now, you can only continue to flex your aching thighs up, shivering as the tell-tale shocks of your impending orgasm begin to creep along your spine. It's never usually this quick.

“Fuck— F-Fuck, Kento — oh, I’m—” Your mouth falls open, knuckles aching where they grasp at the sheets — your body tensing all over, waiting for the dam to break, for your body to lose complete control of itself — “Hah, I’m gonna cum — oh, I’m cumming, what the fuck, I’m—”

In seconds, Kento’s mouth is on yours — sloppy and messy, the way he only gets in the throes of passion when he cares more about your pussy squeezing his fingers than any sense of propriety. You’re not even lucid enough to kiss him back — your entire body, entire mind, is trembling with your orgasm; pussy squeezing uncontrollably around him, clit throbbing against his palm. Your toes curl and your legs kick out, frantic to ground yourself in some way, but—

“Mmf— God—” What feels like minutes later, gasping, you pull away from Kento’s lips, shuddering heavily as air filters back into your spent, pleasure-ridden body. Your entire lower half feels numb, staticky and half-dead; your head swims with a dizzying mix of endorphins and fatigue — the sudden hours of socialising and drinking hit you like a brick. If you had been sleepy before, you were bone-dead now.

You’re still twitching with the aftershocks of it all when Kento places a chaste kiss upon your forehead, slipping his fingers out of you — and, not even realising that your eyes had closed, you crack open one to peer at him.

Kento smiles, and pets his clean hand over your hair. A single strand of blond sits awry, drifting low over his forehead; between his legs, a large tent presses up against his pyjama pants. Other than that, he’s perfect — you’d never guess he just finger-blasted you to mars and back. “How are we doing?”

Limp and syrupy-soft, you blink up at him. “Hi.”

He watches as your eyes drift shut again, head flopping sideways to rest against the pillows. His question of “Bed time?” is a rhetorical one; nevertheless, you give him a half-baked semblance of a nod.

“Mhm.”

“Alright. I’m going to clean up.”

“Mmf.”

Chuckling to himself, he begins to shift to get off the bed — but your hand grasps his wrist just before he can get out of reach. He glances down at you. “Yes?”

“I’m gunna… give you… such… good head… in the morning…” A large snore follows your statement, and your hand falls to your side — and just like that, after almost an hour of bribing and convincing and urging, you’re dead to the world. Snoring your little head away and curled up towards his side of the bed, like you're waiting for him.

Kento shakes his head to himself all the way to the bathroom — off the bed, across the carpet, into the ensuite. As he stands in the bathroom, washing his hands under that cold, fluorescent light, he notices his smile hadn’t dimmed, not even once.

Never a dull moment, he supposes. He can stand to live with that.

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 19

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 19 – Oh Good, You’re Home 

35 Weeks – Leia 

Ever heard the story of the scorpion and the frog? 

No? 

Quick side story.  There is a river and the scorpion trying to cross it. He sees the frog and says, “Hey Frog, do you think you can carry me across the river? 

The frog says, “No way, you’ll just sting me in the middle of the river, and I’ll die.” 

“No, I won’t because I want to get across. I promise I won’t sting you.”  

The frog begrudgingly accepts, and the scorpion climbs on him and they start to cross.  Halfway through the scorpion stings the frog . “Why did you do that? Now we’ll both die!” 

The scorpion just says, “Its just my nature.”  

Sometimes some people just can’t be trusted.  

Except, this is one person who I trusted before Andy.  

She had been my best friend.  And when my father died, I think she died with him. 

The woman at the door doesn’t look anything like the mother that raised me.  

“What are you doing here Mother?” I protected my bump as best I could.  

“I wanted to speak to you, Leighton.” She looked at my bump with a loving look. That’s different. 

“I have nothing to say to you or hear anything you have to say.” I moved to close the door, but she stopped me. 

“Leia-bear, just give me a few minutes.” Her eyes are pleading. Underneath all of the makeup and filler she has, I can see a flicker of the mother I used to know.  

“Five minutes,” I say and let her in.  

She glances around the living room.  It was different from the last time I saw her. Her gaze stops on the mantle. Over the fireplace is our favorite photo from my maternity shoot.  The one where Andy is cupping my face and kissing me softly. It was the perfect reminder of our love. “That’s a beautiful picture,” she finally says.  

“Thank you.” I sat back down and gave her a look.  “Why are you here? You made it very clear the last time I saw you that I am a disappointment at the choices that were half made for me and the ones I made to make sure my little girl is protected and loved.”  

“It’s a girl?” 

Dammit. I hadn’t meant for that to slip. “Yes.”  

“Congratulations.” She made a slight move towards me, like she wanted to touch my bump but stopped herself. “Leighton, I wanted to talk to you about Bret.”  

“What about him? I really hope that he went back to Japan.”  

“No, he’s still in town. He’s staying with me.”  

I sat up straighter. “What? Why would you do that?” Is she trying to kill me? He’s harboring my ex and my pregnant brain is on the fritz.  

“Well, he needed a place to stay for the few weeks that he is here since his house sold.” My mother straightens her diamond pendant on her necklace.  

“You understand that he is my ex and has nothing to do with my life or yours? Because he has no rights.”  

“I don’t understand what the problem is?” My mother scoffed.  

I don’t recognize the woman standing in front of me.  The mother that I remember was warm and caring. She made cookies and hot cocoa for my brother’s team after practice.  She took me to ballet and gymnastics, always with a snack. She made thanksgiving dinner and arts and crafts for Christmas.  Summer held snacks and games.  She was the mother most people dream about.  

I guess I was right. She died when my dad did.  

“You want to know the problem? Ok, here’s the problem. Your daughter was being controlled by a man that wanted a maid and nothing more.  That man told me my dreams were worthless.  That I wasn’t worth it. I told him about the baby, and I heard nothing. He doesn’t want me or my baby.  Did you know that I know he’s been having flings when we were together?  Yeah, that’s the dream man that you want me to be with.  Instead of being happy, you want me to be miserable.  Just because you’re miserable doesn't mean that I want that.”  

She’s silent but I don’t stop.  

“I know that it’s been hard since daddy died but we have been trying to support each other because that’s what family does.  You checked out and never came back. I didn’t know we became orphans that day, but we did. You don’t know me; you don’t want what’s best for me. Because you would want, I was able to get myself, a man who loves me, you encourage me, who supports me, who dreams with me, who cares for my daughter as if it were his own.”  

I took a breath and looked at her tear-filled eyes.  “If you don’t want me to be happy like I have found, then please leave me alone. Don’t come back.  Until you make up your mind, I need you to please leave.”  

I wiped at my face as my mother walked out the door. I sink onto the bench that’s by the door and try to calm my body. It was cathartic really. Getting all of the unspoken words out was good. I didn’t mean to get worked up but I can’t change that.  After I feel my breathing slowing down, I move to get up and I am rocked with a pain around my middle. “Shit,” i groan.  I wait to see if there is another pain, but it’s gone. I must have Braxton Hicks contractions.  

I move to call Andy and Luke but they go to voicemail so they must be in practice.  I sigh and move to get a drink. As I make it to the fridge, another pain seared across my bump. I hang on to the fridge handle as I ride this out.   

I reach for my baby book, trying to find advice on how to get myself out of these Braxton Hicks. Plenty of fluids, warm preferred and a bath.  I can do this; I can relax again.  I pull out the kettle and tea. Once I have that, I head upstairs to our bathroom. I love that Andy got a jacuzzi tub, but I just need the warmth. As the tub fills, I pull out my favorite lavender bubble bath and add it in. Soon, I’m neck deep in bubbles and I can feel myself relaxing.  But at the same time, I’m thinking about my mom.  

She seriously thinks I should be with someone who only saw me as arm candy and nothing more. That isn’t how I was raised, and she knows it. My dad treated her like an equal. He shared the responsibilities and made sure his family was taken care of. I don’t know who this pod-person is that looks my mother but she certain is not any longer. The thoughts bring another flash of pain in my belly. “Ok,” I say out loud as I stroke my belly, I’ll stop thinking about her. “Just relax, little one. Daddy isn’t here and you need to be patient to come out.”  

The pains come and go for the next couple of hours until I’m hit with one that last longer than the others. “Fuck, this hurts,” I mumble.  

That would be the least of my problems.  

Jeremy 

Being injured sucks.  

Getting a concussion sucks more.  

I can’t believe that Craig, my old teammate, had the balls to crash into me like he did. Now I’m out at least two weeks in concussion protocol.  At least my vision is ok, its just a lingering headache.  I’m in my apartment waiting for a call from Stella when the phone rings.  And I’m shocked to see who the caller is.  

“Leia?” 

“Jeremy, please tell me you’re home and you can drive?” 

I furrow my brow. “Oh yeah.”  

“Oh good. Because I’m home alone and my water just broke.”  

The fuck did she say? 

“Your water broke?” 

“Yeah, I think I’m in labor and I’m five weeks early.” I can hear the heavy breathing through the phone. “Please help me.”  

“I’m on the way.”  

This was not on my bingo card this year.  

I jump in my car and race to Andy and Leia’s.  I knock but the door opens.  “Leia?” 

“In here,” she calls from upstairs.  The woman is in labor and she’s upstairs.  Can’t be easy right? 

I take two stairs at a time and see Leia bent over the bed and breathing hard. I come up behind her and rub her back.  “Breathe, Leia.”  After a moment, she tries to stand. “Are you ok?” 

“Yeah,” she huffs. “That was the longest one so far.” She looks at me and I can see the pain in her eyes and the sweat on her brow. “I need to get to the hospital, and I can’t get a hold of Andy or Stella or my brother.” I can see she wants to cry.  

“Ok, I’ll call coach or the GM and get a hold of them. Let’s get you down the stairs and to the car, ok?” She nods before pointing to a bag on the floor.  

“I need that.”  

“I got it.” Then I take her hands and help her down.  Right in the middle, she gets hit with another contraction and withers.  I take hold of her as she grips my shirt. “It hurts,” she cries.  

“I know. I’m sorry I can’t be more help. Just breathe it out, ok? In one, two three four, out two, three, four.”  The contraction passes and I get her into the car.  I use the bluetooth and call Coach.  

“Swayman, I’m kinda...” 

“Andy’s girl is in labor. Leia is in labor and I’m taking her to Boston General.” 

“Holy... ok hang on. Barber, Andrews!” I can hear coach skate towards them.  “Get your shit together and get to the airport.  Leia is in labor.”   

“But she’s early,” I hear Andy say.  

“Just go,” Coach orders. “Jeremy is driving her there.”  I don’t hear anything from the guys.  “Sway, keep us updated.” 

“Will do Coach.”  I hang up and look at Leia. “You ok?”  

“I’m fine just uncomfortable. Jeremy, please don’t leave me.”  

I take her hand. “I’m right here, every step of the way.” 

Leia 

This is not how I thought I would be making my way to the hospital. But I won’t complain because Jeremy answered the call and brought me here. I’m so scared and in a lot of pain.  As Jeremy walks me into the hospital, another pain streaks through. I grip onto Jeremy’s hand and try to ride it out.  

“Holy fuck,” I hear him whisper. I want to laugh but the pain is overwhelming. It finally subsides and I let go. He shakes he hand out but gives me a tight smile. “It’s ok,” when he sees my eyes watering. “Its my glove hand. If it stays in that position, maybe it will help me stop the puck.”  

“I’m sorry,” I cry just as a nurse brings me a wheelchair. “I think I hurt him,” I told the nurse.  

“No, I’m fine,” Jeremy says, flexing his hand. “I wasn’t ready for it, but I am now.” He gives the nurse a smile. One I see he gives fans not his pickup one.  That’s odd.  

“Ok, let’s get your wife admitted,” she says.  

“Oh, no,” we both say. “My boyfriend is on his way. My friend is helping me.”  I give her a smile. “But he can stay with me right?” 

“Of course. We’ll just ask him to step out when we check on you.” She takes us up to labor and delivery and get me hooked up.  

“You talked to Andy?” I asked Jeremy.  

“Yeah, they were boarding from Toronto. He should be here in about three hours.”  

“Ok. My book says that first pregnancies can take up to twenty-four hours of labor because your body isn’t used to it so that gives us plenty of time.”  My doctor comes in right then.  

“Leia, I thought we had an agreement.” She gives me a smile and looks up and is startled. “Oh, I thought...” 

“Andy is on his way,” I explain. “Jeremy was home and...” 

“I get it.” Dr. Montgomery smiles. “Well, Jeremy, if you can step out for a moment.” 

“I’ll call Coach and give him an update.” He leans over and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll be right back, don’t freak out.” 

I smile and once he’s out the door I look at Dr. Montgomery.  “Tell me Andy has time.” 

The doc examines me and I don’t like the look on her face. “Leia, you are at 7 centimeters and full effaced. I’m guessing that we have max two hours before you are gonna start pushing.”  

“But, Andy isn’t here.  He has to be here to hold her and cut the cord.” I can hear the alarms going off on the monitors. “I... I can’t do this without him.” 

“Ok, sweetie, we need you to breathe.” Dr Montgomery takes my hand. “Get Jeremy back in here,” she orders a nurse. “Leia, you need to try to calm yourself.  You’re putting your self into tachycardia and making the baby’s heartbeat drop.”  

“I need him,” I cry as Jeremy runs back into the room.  “Jeremy, I can’t do this without him.”  

He sits and takes my hand. “I know, Leia, but you’re not alone, ok? You’re so strong, gorgeous. I’ll be right here, no matter what. I want to meet her, fresh from the oven.” That gets a giggle, which helps the monitors relax. “That’s it. Good girl.”  

“Talk to me. Tell me anything,” I tell him.  We spend the next couple of hours talking, forgiving, forgetting. Suddenly, another alarm goes off. “Jeremy?” 

“I don’t know,” he says as a nurse rushes in to check the alarm.  

“Page Dr. Montgomery!” she yells as other nurse come in.  “Ok Leia, we need to put you on your side, right now.  Jeremy, come to this side.” There is a flurry of activity, and I can feel myself panicking.  

“Jeremy?” He takes my hand. “What’s happening?” He asks no one in particular.  

Dr. Montgomery rushes in and looks at the report the nurses. “Ok, Leia, if the baby doesn’t respond to the body change in the next few minutes, I’m going to take you in for an emergency c-section.”  

My eyes are wide with fear, and I can see it on Jeremy’s face as well.  “He’s not going to make it,” I whisper, resigned. 

“I’m sorry Leia, but if you are ok with it, I’ll be in there with you.” Jeremy squeezes my hand.  

A few minutes later, I hear, “I’m sorry Leia. Get her ready for transport and find some scrubs for Jeremy.” I see everyone moving to get me set up for the surgery. Jeremy gets handed a blue bundle of clothes and leaves for a second.  Then I’m being wheeled out and to the operating room.  

This is it.  

I’m sorry Andy. 

And I pray that my daughter is ok.  

NEXT

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Searching for Self: “Passing” Review

By Danielle Bing

Director Rebecca Hall’s debut feature length film Passing by Rebecca Hall was inspired by the 1929 novel Passing by author Nella Larsen. Hall’s career has been as an actress but in 2021 she made her directorial debut with this film. Passing follows two Black women, Irene Redfield played by Tessa Thompson and Clare Bellow played by Ruth Negga are old friends who have recently reunited. As Irene and Clare become reacquainted with each other Irene soon discovers that her childhood friend has been “passing” as a white woman. While Irene’s complexion is also light enough for to pass as well, she instead chose to live her life as a Black woman. As the film unfolds, the audience watches Irene as she questions her identity through Clare’s expression of her identity.   

Rebecca Hall’s film adaptation of Larsen’s novel came into fruition as a personal journey to understand her family’s background. During an interview with actress Uzo Aduba entitled “How Passing Was Adapted From Book To Netflix” for the But Have You Read the Book? Youtube book club webseries–Hall explained that throughout her childhood her mother seemed to have African American features however, when she questioned her mom about it she would dismiss the question. Eventually Hall’s mother revealed to her that her maternal grandfather was an African American man who chose to pass for white and the family never spoke about it. How Passing Was Adapted From Book To Netflix | But Have You Read The Book? The film, like the book, is a narrative that explores the aspects of identity and how identity forms perceptions of one’s own self and the external perceptions of other people.

What Really Made The Movie: The Details or The Acting? 

The cinematography of Passing is absolutely breathtaking! Given that this is Hall’s first feature length film one might not expect the level of intricate detail that is captured in this film. One of the strengths that can be seen throughout the film in both the details and the acting is ambiguity. The film is beautifully shot in Black and White during the 1920s in New York. This gives the film a more authentic feeling as it is a period piece. Had the movie been shot in color it would have taken away from a sense of realness that would have come from a colorized film. When the viewer watches the film closely they can see the many tones of gray and the shadows which enhance the costuming and settings. The absence of color forces the viewer to watch more closely in order to really see the details in the costumes, makeup, and props. By shooting the film in Black and White it enhances Irene and Clare’s ability to perform varying aspects of identity like race and class. Additionally, the film being shot in Black and White also makes it more difficult for the viewer to determine the skin complexions of Irene and Clare and complicates how they are perceived by others.

One of the scenes that captures the perception of how Clare and Irene are viewed well is towards the beginning of the film when Clare introduces Irene to her white husband John. Irene is surprised that Clare has a white husband. During their short conversation John makes several derogatory statements about African Americans. Irene in a sharp and direct tone asks “So, you dislike Negroes, Mr. Bellew?” John, without hesitation and in an assertive tone responds to Irene’s question stating “No, no, no, not at all. I hate them” as John and Clare laugh (Passing, 2021, 17:10 to 17:18). Irene abruptly begins to laugh in an off-putting and hysterical manner as she masks how she truly feels and does not draw any curiosity from John that would make him pay closer attention to her risking her true racial identity. This mask of laughter while uncomfortable for Irene affirms John’s racist behavior. Irene knows that if she says something to challenge John’s blatant racism she could be caught and her and potentially Clare’s safety could be jeopardized.         

The camera shots and angles force the viewer to focus on the acting of one or two characters at a time. Hall has discussed in several interviews such as: Tessa Thompson & Rebecca Hall Break Down the Dance Scene from 'Passing' | Vanity Fair and MVFF44: 'Passing' - Conversation with Rebecca Hall, Ruth Negga, Nina Yang Bongiovi that she used a 4:3 frame for most of the film which concentrates on the actor and blurs out the edges of the frame. One of scenes that shows this framing really well is during the dance scene.

The camera lens focuses on Irene and Hugh and blurs the space and background allowing the viewer to pay close attention to their conversation. Both Irene and Hugh are observing and commenting on the people in the room. As they are talking Hugh is commenting and questioning Clare because she has a commanding presence. Suddenly Hugh realizes that Clare is actually a Black woman who is “passing.” Along with Clare’s light complexion, her speech and dress simulate those of a middle-class white woman. Not only is Clare passing by race but also by socio-economic status as well making her seem so believable as a white woman. If you are not watching her very closely most people would not realize that she is a Black woman. Clare performs her whiteness so well that her own husband does not even notice that she is actually a Black woman.

Sound is one of  the most intricate aspects incorporated throughout the film. Sound makes the film compelling in several ways. From the opening seconds to the very ending of the film, sound enhances the film and supports the pace of the film. The sounds throughout the film help to signal the viewers feelings in particular moments, especially the moments when Irene’s inner self feels seen or when she is the one observing others. The undersounds of the film help to capture what is happening in a particular scene and how a character might be feeling.

The acting of the main characters: Clare and Irene make the narrative believable. Clare and Irene in particular, need one another in order for the film to work because of the personality differences of the characters. Irene needs Clare to self-reflect on her identity and who she thinks she is as she is going through a personal identity crisis. The exceptional acting by Tessa Thompson (Irene) and Ruth Negga (Clare) shine through their respectable characters. Thompson’s ability to play a character who is so uncertain of herself and Negga’s portrayal of a woman who is so free and does not conform to the labels of society are difficult to play. Once the viewer thinks that they understand a character something happens and disrupts their beliefs and makes them begin to question their knowledge of the character once again.

The Binaries of Identity: What Does It Mean to Pass?

Historically, American social structures have formed hierarchies which have shaped our understanding of identity. Social-hierarchical structures place value and provide meaning which impact how people are perceived. While a person can move between economic classes, race is often considered as a fixed category of identity. During the early-twentieth century the “one-drop” law was enacted to legally define racial status. Essentially, any person with any African ancestry became part of the Black racial group. Race is one of the most powerful social constructs, especially in America. Someone being labeled as a Black person created many societal disadvantages especially during the early-twentieth century. When a person steps outside of their assigned or assumed “category” it causes concern because they are disrupting social norms. Irene demonstrates this well in the film. Before Irene reunites with Clare, she was living a life where she conformed to society's expectations of a woman. Irene is a middle-class Black woman who adheres to the politics of respectability and tries not to draw attention to herself. Whereas Clare does not fit into a binary, does what is expected of a middle-class white woman, and welcomes the attention of others. By refusing to label herself she appears free to the viewer. So free that it can become uncomfortable or even frustrating when trying to understand Clare. 

Clare welcomes the gaze of other people, and she enjoys it. Rebecca Hall describes Clare as someone who has an identity without boundaries. During the same interview with Uzo Aduba Hall explains  “Clare is gay when she needs to be. She’s straight when she needs to be. She behaves like a man when she needs to be. She behaves like a woman when she needs to be. She’s black. She’s white. She’s this walking duality.” (How Passing Was Adapted From Book To Netflix | But Have You Read The Book?, 2021, How Passing Was Adapted From Book To Netflix | But Have You Read The Book?) She is constantly “passing”. Passing brilliantly shows the fluidity of identity rather than identity as being a fixed state. Clare’s character portrays this throughout the film as she continuously moves between race, class, sexuality, and culture. She is visible and invisible at the same time.

When viewing the film ,it is important to do so when you can focus without distractions because symbolism is incorporated everywhere in the film. From the costumes, accessories, and makeup to each prop. Hall’s usage of symbolism and foreshadowing through props and sound helps to control the pace and the feeling in different scenes. Irene is constantly dropping and breaking things. We first see her drop a flowerpot out of the front window of her home. Later , we see her at a party strongly gripping a teapot and dropping it as she stares at Clare who is receiving attention from everyone. These moments lead up to the ambiguous ending of the film. Symbolism also allows the viewer to form their own interpretations of Irene and Clare’s behaviors and emotions.

Was She Pushed? Did She Jump? Or Was It Something Else…?

Hall, like Larsen, purposely left many aspects of the film ambiguous. Making the decision not to provide all the answers to a film is unusual. However, by doing so the viewer's interpretation allows them to create their own conclusions about the characters identities, actions, and feelings. This also allows for the viewer to project their own beliefs and then reflect on them. This is skillfully done and keeps the viewer questioning, guessing, and rethinking what the characters are thinking and feeling throughout the movie and creates a constant reexamining of one’s self. 

The ending of the film leaves the audience in suspense because what happens to Clare is left untold. The ending allows the audience the ability to choose their own ending. The lack of knowing strengthens the film because it further complicates the narrative and themes within the film. As well as invites interaction from the audience by causing them to grapple with the ending of the movie and how they come to their conclusion. This allows all assumptions to be true and the film reveals that there can be more than one truth.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 700 Like Celebration ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

This is honestly just because I need something to celebrate because I've had a really shitty few months and just found out my doctor is worried that on top of a useless immune system, I may have an underlying heart condition which is not ideal so we're celebrating 700 likes because 7 is my favorite number. I would also like to just say that I have no clue who originally made this kind of prompt list celebration thing since I just keep seeing it everywhere, but if anyone wants credit or I mistakenly copied a prompt (I'm literally just surfing Pinterest and my old writing for these prompts 😭) please let me know. Also an apology for flunking out on the Christmas fics.

RULES: Give me a mix of 1 to 3 prompts listed, specify what character you would like (options are Lorenzo Berkshire, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Mattheo Riddle) and specify what genre(s) (smut, angst, fluff). Please be as specific as you can with what you want.

70 Prompts List:

1 - "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." 2 - "I'll always come back to you." 3 - "That's it, you're doing it right, darling, don't worry." 4 - "You really just can't sit still, can you?" 5 - "Oh, c'mon, you weren't so shy earlier." 6 - "You have to be quiet now, love." 7 - "You can do better than me." "Yeah, but I want you anyway." 8 - "Yeah, that's definitely not how-" "Shut up?" "Yes, ma'am/sir." 9 - "I never meant to hurt you." 10 - "You know, you do stupid things so often I'm starting to think you know exactly what you're doing, and you're just a dick." 11 - "We are not getting a dog." "Yeah, I guess you're bitchy enough on your own." 12 - "I love you." "Oh." 13 - "Where are you going all dressed up?" 14 - "I've never loved anyone as much as I love you... I kind of scares me." 15 - "I won't ever forgive you for this." 16 - "I'll never forget you." 17 - "That sounds vaguely dirty, but thanks." 18 - "You really need to calm-" "Oh, you are so fucking done, buddy." 19 - "I think I'm attracted to your voice." 20 - "I love you, okay? But I'm not in love anymore." 21 - "Please, stay a little longer?" 22 - "Look at me." 23 - "Well, I'm not that person anymore, love." 24 - "But think of how cute our babies would be!" 25 - "We should buy a house, you and I." 26 - "I believe this is what they call the beginning of forever." 27 - "You're mine. I told you I don't like to share." 28 - "I am a God." "Someone needs to shoot at your fucking ego." 29 - "You should... come over." "Aren't your parents home?" "Yeah, but so what?" 30 - "Do you really love me?" 31 - "I want to show you how much I truly do adore you." 32 - "Can you like... not manipulate me?" "I fucking hate that it doesn't work on you." 33 - "Oh, this is so worth it." 34 - "Your makeup is about to be so fucked." 35 - "Honey, your daddy issues are showing." 36 - "This is, I assume, a result of your lack of maternal figure." 37 - "You're a different person and I hate it." 38 - "I do love you, I just don't know how to show you." 39 - "I can't love you when you don't love yourself." 40 - "You've got something on your face." 41 - "Would you slap me if I kissed you right now?" 42 - "I'm choosing you." 43 - "We'll figure it out together." 44 - "Just jam your knee right up into my crotch. This is fine." 45 - "So, are we technically dating now or what?" 46 - "Friends?" "With some added benefits?" 47 - "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but please know that I am here for you whenever you need me." 48 - "You should at least take me out to dinner before you try to jump my bones, you crazy girl!" 49 - "You stole my spot!" "Oh my God, you're such a child." 50 - "Why do you care so much?" "I just do, okay?" "But why?" 51 - "You know I've waited forever for this." 52 - "You can't leave any marks." 53 - "I'm so proud of you." 54 - "I didn't know who else to go to." 55 - "Wanna see how good you really are at following instructions." 56 - "And you really wanna do this with me?" 57 - "I'm going to kill you." 58 - "What are you smiling at?" 59 - "You cannot rail someone's brains out and bring them food so nonchalantly... It's freaking me out." 60 - "See, you're doing so good for me." 61 - "One more?" 62 - "I've been thinking about last night..." 63 - "Did you mean to kiss me?" "Yes?" 64 - "You don't have to apologize." 65 - "Tonight. I'll pick you up at six. Dress formal." 66 - "Oh, love, you're going to have to beg for it this time." 67 - "I never told you to stop." 68 - "You want to go out for a drink sometime?" 69 - "Take what you need." 70 - "I'm all yours, darling."

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@gemini-sensei has me thinking of Moon secretly setting up a maternity photo shoot for her pregnant wife.

She takes her out to one of the prettiest dress shops where she lets her pick out whatever dress she wants. They spend hours going though the whole store looking for the perfect one. She helps her try on everything she likes. They both giggle in the changing room, Reader showing off different poses and angles to show off her bump.

Later on Moon asks to do her makeup and Reader says yes. She spends time doing the smallest little details on the makeup style that pairs perfectly with the new dress they bought. She tells her to put the dress on and they are going out.

Reader just thinks that Moon is going to take her out to a fancy restaurant or something. Because Moon loves going out to nice new places in town to try out.

Moon ends up driving her out to the more open county side. They park in a small dirt parking lot, Moon helps her out of the car and leads her out into a huge open field of wildflowers. It’s so beautiful and the air is so fresh. Reader is in absolute awe as Moon pulls her through the thick flowers. She reaches down and picks on and places it behind Reader’s ear.

When they get out to the middle of the field there is a woman and a guy with cameras smiling at them and waving the two of them over.

Moon kisses Reader gently and looks her in the eyes, hands-on Reader’s bump.

“I wanted to surprise you. I know we keep taking pictures at home to show how our baby is growing, how your growing. But I wanted to do something that was all three of us. Just us.” Moon has to fan Reader’s face because she doesn’t want the fresh tears to ruin her makeup.

They take pictures of Reader standing holding her bump, laying down, and sitting.

Then pictures of Moon holding her hand, holding her bump, kissing it. Standing behind her holding her bump and hands. Even a few where they are laying down and Moon is resting her head on Reader’s round belly.

It’s just so cute and romantic.

They end up putting the pictures in the living room, hallway, nursery, and even on the dresser in their room.

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Arjun Rampal's girlfriend to be a mother for the second time without marriage, shares the good news of the baby bump

Arjun Rampal girlfriend Gabriela pregnant for second time: Bollywood actor Arjun Rampal and his girlfriend Gabriela Demetriades are going to be parents for the second time soon. Let us tell you that Gabriela Demetriodes herself shared the joy of becoming a mother for the second time through her social media account. This time, she shared pictures from her pregnancy photo shoot, where she can be seen posing for the photo shoot in a long gown. Gabriela Demetriodes is about to become a mother for the second time Please tell that Gabriela Demetriodes is going to be a mother for the second time. Her pregnancy photoshoot pictures are going viral on social media right now. As soon as these pictures were shared, fans started congratulating them on the good news. Please tell that this is the second time that Gabriela will give birth to Arjun Rampal's child out of wedlock. Gabriella shared the photos of this photo shoot on her official Instagram account. In these pictures, she is showing off her baby bump. This time, she is seen wearing a flowy gown and looking stunning while holding her baby bump. She looks gorgeous in both the pictures. She gave her hair a touch of nude makeup with an open look on her face. Along with this, the pregnancy glow is also evident on her face. Celebrities have showered love At Gabriela Demetriodes' maternity photoshoot, her boyfriend Arjun Rampal also showered his love by sharing a heart emoji. Actresses Kajal Aggarwal, Amy Jackson, Malaika Arora, Mouni Roy, all slabs of the industry congratulated Gabriella on becoming a mother for the second time. When will Arjun and Gabriela Demetriades get married? Please say fans love Arjun Rampal and Gabriella Jodi. Whenever a picture or video of the two surfaces, fans shower it with lots of love. At the same time, fans got more excited after hearing the news of Gabriella's second pregnancy. Although its caption remains a bit confusing for fans, as its option reads – Reality or AI? Arjun-Gabriela Demetriodes have been together for 5 years Arjun Rampal and Gabriela Demetriodes have been in a relationship with each other for about four-five years. In August last year, the couple had a grand celebration of their fourth anniversary. Arjun Rampal and Gabriella also have a son named Arik. Arjun Rampal was first married to Meher Jessia, with whom he has two daughters. Although he divorced Meher Jessia a few years ago and has since been in a relationship with Gabriela Demetriodes, the two have not been married yet. Fun! Real and fake Sita was born on this day, do not know how mother Sita was born? DISCLAIMER Thanks For Visit Our Site www.bollywoodofindia.com . We’ve taken all measures to insure that the information handed in this composition and on our social media platform is believable, vindicated and sourced from other Big media Houses. For any feedback or complaint, reach out to us at bollywoodofindiaa@gmail.com Read the full article

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Unique Ideas for Photoshoots

From Nature to Fashion: Unique Ideas for Photoshoots

Photoshoots are essential to capturing memories that will last a lifetime. It's an opportunity to show off your unique personality, express your creativity, and showcase your fashion sense. Coming up with new photo concepts to keep your social media feed interesting can be difficult. In this article, we offer unique photoshoot ideas to make sure your photos stand out from the rest!

Nature-Inspired Photoshoot Ideas

Nature provides us with stunning backdrops that are pleasing to the eye, adding character and depth to every photo. Here are a few nature-inspired photoshoot concepts to help you get started:

Forest/Foliage: Take advantage of the calming effect of greenery and shoot in a forest. This is an ideal location to showcase the foliage and natural beauty of the setting.

Beach/Seaside: Capture the beauty of the ocean by having a beach photoshoot. There are several locations you can choose from, but we suggest a secluded beach for better results.

Mountains/Waterfalls: Mountains provide an excellent backdrop for landscape photography, and waterfalls are great for creating a sense of motion and excitement.

Desert/Sand Dunes: The sand dunes in the desert make an excellent backdrop for a desert-themed shoot, and the simplicity of the surroundings makes it easier to focus on the subject.

Fashion-Inspired Photoshoot Ideas

Fashion photoshoots are all about showcasing the latest trends and styles, with the objective of turning heads with your unique sense of style. Here are some fashion-inspired pictureshoot ideas to get you started.

Vintage Clothing: Decorating the background with old film posters and showcasing vintage clothing can add a whole different attitude to your shoot.

Bold Makeup: Choose bright and bold colors that can highlight your features perfectly, and try out funky hairstyles to add an element of uniqueness.

High-Fashion Poses: Experiment with different postures and expressions to get those high-fashion poses.

Glamorous Location: The location of the photoshoot should reflect the image you are trying to portray, one which is exclusive and glamorous.

Special Occasion Photoshoot Ideas

Special occasions bring along emotions that can be captured in pictures. If you have an upcoming big event, try out these photoshoot ideas and create a memory that will last a lifetime.

Wedding/Engagement Shoots: A wedding is an essential occasion, and everything from the outfits to the location should be perfect. Select a location that defines your personality and showcases love.

Maternity Shoots: A maternity shoot is about more than just the bump. It's a chance to capture the beauty and happiness of the mother-to-be.

Newborn Shoots: Capture the essence of your bundle of joy by having a newborn shoot. Choose an ideal background that complements the baby's softness and innocence.

Graduation/First Day of School Shoots: Graduation and first-day-of-school shoots are perfect for capturing the momentous occasion, and you can experiment with a variety of themes like retro, modern, or casual.

Props-Based Photoshoot Ideas

Props can be used to add an element of fun and whimsy to your photos. Here are some ideas that can make your photos stand out:

Food/Coffee Cup Shoots: Photoshoots with food and coffee as props are becoming increasingly popular. The vibrant colors, textures, and patterns of food and drink items can be used to add depth and life to your pictures.

Musical Instruments/Electronics: If you're a music enthusiast, consider a musical-themed shoot with instruments or electronic devices.

Artistic Props/Quirky Items: Unusual props can add a touch of whimsy and character to your pictures. Try incorporating flowers, balloons, or even hats or unique clothing items.

Lights/Decorations: Lights and decoration items can be used to create a different atmosphere in your shoot, giving it the theme you desire.

In conclusion, photoshoots are all about capturing the moment, highlighting fashion and style, and creating memories that last a lifetime. These unique photoshoot ideas can inspire you to experiment with new themes and concepts, to make sure that your pictures are always fresh and exciting. Whether you're a budding photographer, a fashion enthusiast, or someone who merely loves to capture memories, these ideas will undoubtedly help you in your creative journey!

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How to prepare for a boudoir experience? Follow these simple tips!

1 – CREATE YOUR MOOD-BOARD

Create a Pinterest board featuring images that inspire and appeal to you, allowing you to identify your preferred images for your boudoir photography session.

This will also provide guidance to your boudoir  photographer about your comfort level. Review your board once you have collected all the images you enjoy.

What is the general style?

 Is it primarily black and white, or does it have a dark and moody feel?

Is the setting indoor or outdoor?

2 – EXPLORE THE INTERNET!

Explore Instagram by searching for the hashtag #yourcityboudoir, for example, #melbourneboudoir or #boudoirmelbourne or #melbourneboudoirphotographer, to find boudoir photographers in your area and get an idea of their style.

Take time to examine their profiles, including their feeds and stories.

Do you feel a connection with them?

Keep in mind that you will be vulnerable during the session, so it’s important to feel at ease with your photographer.

Once you’ve identified a style that you admire, review the local boudoir photographers to determine which one matches your preferred style the most.

This will help you select the photographer you feel the most comfortable with.

3 – CHECK PRICES AND PORTFOLIO

 Once you have found your ideal photographer, visit their website to review their pricing and packages.

Are you happy with their rates and the services they provide?

If so, reach out to them and schedule a phone consultation. This will allow you to have a conversation with them and discuss your desires and expectations for your boudoir experience in a more convenient manner.

4 – PREPARE YOUR OUTFITS AND ACCESSORIES

Congratulations, now that you’ve booked your session, it’s time for the fun part – selecting your outfits and props!

Your Pinterest board can be a great source of inspiration for this. 

Would you like to wear a one-piece or a two-piece outfit? 

Do you want to add stockings and heels? 

Or perhaps you have some props you would like to bring along?

 It’s also perfectly fine if you’re considering a nude shoot. 

However, keep in mind that you may need to try on lingerie in-store to determine what you truly like. It’s essential to feel comfortable in your clothing, as this will translate to your confidence in front of the camera. 

I recommend shopping in-store over online shopping so you can try on your outfits and ensure they fit well and feel comfortable. If you choose to wear heels, make sure they are clean and in good condition. The bottoms should be clean, and the heel should not be worn out.

5 – PREPPING YOUR SKIN

Next up, let’s talk about prepping your skin for your boudoir session. 

If you plan on using fake tan, it’s essential to exfoliate not just before the application but also during the week leading up to it. 

This will help ensure your skin is healthy and smooth, allowing for a better application. Similarly, good skin prep is crucial for achieving flawless makeup.

6 – NAILS

Moving on to your nails, while there’s no need to have them professionally done, it’s important to keep them clean and neatly trimmed. 

Chipped polish can be distracting in photos, but if you’re not comfortable with painted nails, that’s totally okay! 

The most important thing is to stay true to yourself.

6 – PROPS AND OUTFITS

On the day of your shoot, make sure to pack all the outfits, props, and other items you plan on bringing along. 

Don’t forget a water bottle and something comfortable to wear while getting your hair and makeup done. 

Remember to arrive with clean skin and hair to make your hair and makeup artist’s job easier. 

Also, avoid wearing tight clothing or hair ties before your shoot, as these can leave unsightly lines on your skin.

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Makeup Artists in Pune

Pune, known for its blend of tradition and modernity, offers a wide array of talented makeup artists who can transform any occasion into a glamorous affair. Whether it's a wedding, engagement, party, or photoshoot, Pune’s makeup artists are skilled in creating stunning looks that suit individual styles and preferences. Here’s a guide to some of the top makeup artists in Pune, along with tips for selecting the right one for your special day.

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Top Makeup Artists in Pune

1. Shruti BhavnaniRenowned for her bridal makeup expertise, Shruti Bhavnani is a sought-after name in Pune. She specializes in creating natural, dewy looks and offers personalized consultations to understand her clients’ preferences. Her use of high-end products and attention to detail ensure a flawless finish.

2. Kajal KothariKnown for her contemporary and chic makeup styles, Kajal Kothari is popular among brides who prefer a modern look. Her expertise includes HD and airbrush makeup, ensuring a long-lasting and picture-perfect appearance. She also offers pre-bridal skincare consultations.

3. Vishal GaikwadA leading name in Pune’s fashion and wedding industry, Vishal Gaikwad is known for his versatile skills. From glamorous evening looks to traditional bridal styles, he tailors his makeup to suit different occasions and skin tones, making each client look their best.

4. Priyanka MeherSpecializing in bridal and party makeup, Priyanka Meher is known for her soft glam looks. Her ability to enhance natural beauty while maintaining a radiant finish makes her a favorite among brides-to-be. She also offers hairstyling services, providing a complete bridal package.

5. Neha GiteNeha Gite is known for her elegant and sophisticated makeup styles. With a focus on enhancing facial features, she creates looks that are both glamorous and timeless. Her services are highly customizable, and she is known for being punctual and professional.

6. Amrit KaurAmrit Kaur is famous for her expertise in airbrush makeup, which gives a flawless, lightweight finish. Her ability to adapt to various skin tones and textures ensures that clients look radiant and confident. She also offers makeup trials, helping clients finalize their look before the big day.

Types of Makeup Services Offered

Bridal Makeup: Specialized makeup for weddings, including pre-wedding functions like mehndi, sangeet, and reception.

Airbrush Makeup: Provides a smooth, long-lasting finish, ideal for brides and those expecting long hours of wear.

HD Makeup: High-definition makeup that looks impeccable in photos and videos, perfect for weddings and shoots.

Party Makeup: Suitable for birthdays, anniversaries, and festive occasions.

Photoshoot Makeup: Professional makeup for fashion, maternity, and pre-wedding shoots.

Tips for Choosing the Right Makeup Artist

Check Their Portfolio: Review their past work to ensure their style aligns with your vision.

Read Reviews: Look for testimonials and feedback from previous clients to gauge reliability and quality.

Book a Trial: A makeup trial helps you understand the artist’s skills and finalize your look in advance.

Discuss Products Used: Ensure the artist uses high-quality, branded products that suit your skin type.

Clarify Packages and Pricing: Understand what’s included in the package—makeup, hairstyling, and touch-ups—to avoid hidden costs.

Conclusion

Pune is home to some of the most talented makeup artists who can enhance your beauty for any occasion. By choosing a professional who aligns with your style and preferences, you can ensure a flawless and confident look that leaves a lasting impression.

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The Perfect Maternity Photographer Toronto Tips for Choosing

The perfect maternity photographer in Toronto is a crucial step in capturing the beauty and joy of this special time in your life. The right photographer will not only provide high-quality images but also ensure a comfortable and memorable experience. Start by looking at the photographer’s portfolio to get a sense of their style. Some photographers specialize in natural, candid shots, while others focus on posed, artistic compositions. It’s important to select someone whose style aligns with your vision for the session.

Research Maternity Photographer Toronto’s Portfolio

When looking for a maternity photographer Toronto, begin by reviewing their portfolio. This will give you a clear sense of their style, creativity, and ability to capture the beauty of pregnancy. Look for photographers who have a diverse range of images that highlight their skill in posing and lighting.

Check Reviews and Testimonials for Maternity Photographers Toronto

One of the best ways to evaluate a maternity photographer in Toronto is by reading reviews and testimonials from previous clients. This feedback can provide insight into their professionalism, comfort level, and the quality of service they provide. A photographer with high ratings is more likely to meet your expectations.

Look for Experience in Maternity Photographer Toronto

Not all photographers specialize in maternity photography. It's important to find a photographer who has experience specifically with maternity sessions. A photographer who understands the nuances of maternity photography will know how to make you feel comfortable and ensure the photos highlight your pregnancy glow.

Consider Your Budget for Maternity Photographer Toronto

Before booking a maternity photographer in Toronto, it’s important to consider your budget. Prices can vary widely depending on the photographer’s experience, session length, and packages offered. Make sure you choose a photographer whose pricing fits within your budget without compromising on quality.

Meet the Maternity Photographer Toronto Before the Shoot

Meeting your maternity photographer before the session is essential for ensuring a good rapport. During the meeting, discuss your vision, preferences, and any specific shots you want. This is also a good time to address any concerns and feel out if their personality aligns with your needs.

Ask About Maternity Photographer Toronto Packages

Many maternity photographers in Toronto offer various packages, which may include professional hair and makeup, props, and wardrobe options. Be sure to ask about what’s included in each package, as well as the pricing and any extra fees, so there are no surprises later.

Ensure Comfort and Communication with Maternity Photographer Toronto

Your maternity photographer in Toronto should prioritize making you feel comfortable throughout the shoot. A good photographer will guide you through poses, ensuring you are at ease while also making the experience enjoyable. Open communication is key to ensuring your vision comes to life.

Trust Your Instincts When Choosing Maternity Photographer Toronto

Ultimately, trust your instincts when selecting a maternity photographer in Toronto. If you feel a connection with the photographer, feel comfortable with their style, and trust their ability to capture your pregnancy journey, they are likely the right choice for you.

Conclusion

In conclusion, choosing the perfect maternity photographer in Toronto requires careful research and consideration of factors like portfolio, experience, budget, and comfort level. By following these tips, you’ll be well on your way to finding a photographer who will capture stunning images of this special time in your life.

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Exploring the Magic of Color Powder: From Festivities to Fashion

Color powder has become an iconic symbol in modern celebrations, photo shoots, and even fashion, with its vibrant hues creating dazzling visuals. Whether you’ve experienced a color run or marveled at the vibrancy of Holi festivals, color powder adds a dynamic element to events that’s impossible to ignore. But what exactly is color powder, and how has it gained such popularity across cultures and industries? Let’s dive into the magic of color powder, its uses, and what makes it so special.

What is Color Powder?

Color powder, often made from cornstarch and natural dyes, is a non-toxic, biodegradable material used to create a burst of color when tossed or thrown. The lightweight powder easily disperses in the air, creating a stunning visual effect as it settles on surfaces and people. Traditionally, color powder has its roots in India’s Holi festival, where the powders, called gulal, are thrown during celebrations to welcome the spring season.

Over time, its vibrant visual appeal has inspired different applications, from sporting events to creative fashion statements, proving that it’s more than just a party essential.

The Popularity of Color Powder in Modern Events

One of the major reasons color powder has taken off in recent years is the rise of color runs. These events are not just about completing a 5K race; they’re about the experience. As participants run through designated color stations, they’re showered in clouds of bright, happy hues, creating both a memorable experience and an amazing photo opportunity. The mix of fitness and fun has made color runs a worldwide sensation.

Another notable use is during photo shoots—especially for maternity, engagement, or artistic projects—where color powder brings a playful, dynamic aesthetic. Photographers use the powder to create dramatic effects, capturing moments of vibrant energy.

Fashion’s Bold New Accessory

While initially limited to festivals and races, color powder has also found its way into the fashion world. Designers and brands have embraced its unique visual effects in both fabric dyeing and runway presentations. This method allows for bold, unexpected splashes of color that feel spontaneous yet intentional.

In photo shoots, models are often seen covered in clouds of color powder, lending an ethereal, otherworldly feel to the images. This trend has also expanded to social media influencers and creative makeup artists who use color powder to create artistic looks that stand out in a sea of online content.

Eco-Friendly Fun

One of the major concerns with any mass-produced item today is sustainability, and color powder scores well in this department. Since it's made of organic materials like cornstarch and naturally sourced dyes, it’s usually non-toxic and biodegradable. This means it’s safer for the environment compared to synthetic materials. However, it’s still essential to ensure the powders you use are verified eco-friendly, as not all manufacturers adhere to these standards.

How to Use Color Powder Safely

While color powder is generally safe, there are a few precautions to keep in mind:

Protect your eyes and mouth: Wearing sunglasses or goggles can prevent powder from irritating your eyes, while masks can help avoid inhaling it.

Washable clothes: Most color powders will wash out, but it’s still advisable to wear clothes you don’t mind staining, especially in large quantities.

Skin care: If you have sensitive skin, using a barrier like lotion or coconut oil before exposure can help prevent irritation.

Making Your Own Color Powder

For the DIY enthusiast, making your own color powder at home is surprisingly simple and fun. All you need is cornstarch, water, and food coloring. Mix the ingredients into a thick paste, spread it out to dry, and then crush it into fine powder once hardened. This gives you control over the colors and ingredients, ensuring a safe and personal touch to your event or project.

Conclusion: Unleashing Creativity with Color Powder

Color powder isn’t just a fun addition to a party—it’s a versatile tool for creative expression, community celebration, and artistic exploration. Whether you’re attending a color run, celebrating Holi, or setting up a dramatic photo shoot, the dynamic nature of color powder promises to bring a splash of joy and creativity into any setting.

Let the colors fly and watch the magic unfold!

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FIRST LOVE / LATE SPRING .ᐟ

summary ; as you drown in stress, curtesy of your mother and the ministers of her court, ludociel takes it upon himself to get you to relax.

pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader

wc ; 2.5k

tags ; set before the first holy war, mentions of injuries and decline in mental health, fluff, mutual pining.

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you let out a long, defeated sigh, collapsing onto the chair of your office, exhausted and more than ready to call it a day.

you’d been in a meeting for the past three hours with the ministers of the holy court; the one where all the influential nobles of the goddess clan’s government reside, and the one your mother and her maternal family oversees.

the reason for this meeting? the demon clan. why else would you have been abruptly disturbed in the middle of the day if not to discuss your sworn enemies?

out of all the issues they had to bring up during that long, three hour meeting, they just found the peace treaty you had put into place with meliodas the most pressing one. in their opinions, it was a “childish” way of handling things and the only way anyone will ever achieve peace would be through the eradication of demons as a whole.

you rub at your eyes tiredly, not caring if you smudged up your makeup— that is, until you have to represent your mother, only then would you frantically run around like a headless chicken to look presentable.

your gaze drifts towards the original copy of the treaty that you had framed on the wall in front of you, next to all the other documents you had officiated. the more you stare at it, the more your mood dampens. you recall them going on long rants and lecturing you on your seemingly never ending duties as the supreme deity’s heir; the words your cousin told you a few months ago now seems to make more sense than it did.

“those old coots aren’t going to stop ‘till their bathing in blood, even when they’re handed the peace they talk so much of on a gold platter.”

“i seriously have the worst luck,” you sigh, leaning your head back against the back of your chair. there’s a dull throbbing in the back of your head which elicits a tired grumble.

 when the meeting finally concluded, the ministers told you to think about taking down the peace treaty and to start trying to form allies with the other races. but how could you? you’d gone through hell and back– literally, just to get meliodas to hear you out! it took about three years before the treaty was finalized and passed but now they want it gone? only after two months? ridiculous. they’ll have to kill you first before such a thing happens.

“what ever shall i do about my mother and her infuriating family? and those godforsaken nobles too… stars, i almost died trying to get things to work in my favour and they just want to throw away my sacrifice? and for some useless war that only amounts to bloodshed no less,” your shoulders are slouched, your cheek pressing against the cool, wooden surface of your desk.

“it’s been nothing but peaceful too! all sunshine and rainbows but these tyrants are always itching for a fight.”

“tyrants? that’s a very creative way to address your extended family, my lady.”

you feel your soul damn near leaving your body. your head shoots up to see none other than ludociel, the archangel of flash, himself standing at the entrance of your office; his usual smile is in place on his lips.

“sir ludociel!” your spine shoots up and you’ve now regained proper posture. smiling sheepishly when he takes a step forward and shuts the door behind him softly. “i didn’t hear you come in…”

it appears that you’d been too focused on rambling to yourself about the frustrating officials that you failed to realize you were no longer alone. you feel the embarrassment creep into your bones at getting caught in your rants, and by ludociel no less. truly embarrassing.

“ah, no need to apologize, your highness. it was rude of me to enter without your say so. i offer my humblest apologies,” he bows, strands of his long, black locks falling into his face.

you watch as the strands fall in mesmerization, but you catch yourself staring too long and  let out an embarrassed chuckle, your voice wavering a bit. “it’s quite alright, you’re always welcome to stop by. but, what are you here for, if i may ask?”

“well, i was instructed to...”

you could already guess what he was sent here for, no doubt on your mother’s orders. that woman is really grating on your nerves. 

with a loud groan, your head collides against the smooth surface of your desk rather harshly. although you grumble in pain, there is no effort made to heal yourself; the pain blends in with your headache and you know that there’s definitely going to be a bruise later. you can almost hear the voice of your lady-in-waiting scolding you with an exasperated: “what am i to do with you, your highness?”

ludociel winces at the sight of you slamming your head down, then sighs at your hunched over and grumbling form. he’s noticed just how much everyone in the holy court, your mother included, has been giving you such a hard time ever since you signed off the peace treaty to put a stop to the holy war with meliodas. actually, anyone with half a brain would notice; your eye bags are getting more prominent by the day after all.

ludociel wouldn’t lie to himself, he too wasn’t pleased with the development as his entire goal is to bring the demon clan to ruin, but how could he tell you that when you’ve tried so hard to keep blood from spilling over? the lengths at which you go to for the betterment of the clan as well as its people are truly admirable, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you. the last thing he wanted was to breathe down your neck the same way everyone else was, you’re already stressed and overworked enough, he didn’t want to add onto that.

“how about you go get some fresh air, my lady? surely you must be feeling suffocated in here right about now,” the archangel suggests, walking over to your desk to stand behind you. his hands rest on your shoulders and gently work at the knots there to relieve the tension that had built up. ludociel lets out a low chuckle when you melt under his touch, your groan of approval letting him know to keep the pressure up.

“i would love to, but...”, you raise your head to look at the stacks of paperwork that had piled on your desk over the past few days, fully aware that the ministers had been giving you so much out of spite. petty bastards…

“you need a break, at this rate you’ll fall sick. you’re still recovering from...” ludociel doesn’t let himself finish that sentence. from the angle he stood, he could see some marks that trailed from the base of your neck and down into your dress, the discolouration of your skin making it obvious that you’d been burned in some way. it all happened during an expedition to cleanse a small village that had been overturned by demons, and you’d suffered a terrible hit by one of the demons there; a hellblaze to your back which left you incapable of flying for a while as well temporarily paralyzed, which meant a lot of bed rest. he gently thumbs at the burn marks, as if fearing that his touch would bring you pain once more.

when ludociel goes silent, your mind wanders back to the day you almost died. the day everything changed for you. you barely remember it but what you do know is that it’s a miracle you’re even alive now. if not for the fairy king gloxinia, you would’ve joined your ancestors a bit too early, and left the goddess clan with your younger sister, elizabeth, as its next ruler.

from what you were told, you’d been burnt down to the point where you were hardly recognizable, but, thank the creator for the fountain of youth that gloxinia was so gracious to allow you to drink from. and although your physical condition was restored, your mental health took a serious decline. you were tittering on the edge of insanity, leaving you out of office for a good while.

the silence unsettles ludociel. “my lady, will you take me up on that offer for a walk?”

his soothing voice breaks through your train of thought, and you blink out of your daze. “i really don’t know... i have so much work to do and i can’t really put any of it off,” you pause, reaching for your quill pen to actually start on your mountain of work.

the archangel frowns, one of his hands leaning over your shoulder to encase your smaller one in his, making sure to stop you from doing anything. you may be in the clear to continue working, but, the amount of stress you’re being subjected to might put you back onto a sickbed, and that caused him great worry.

“my lady, please. even if it’s for fifteen minutes?”

“but, if i take a break now, i’ll never get all of this done,” you attempt to protest, but he’s quick to shut you down.

“you have your aides for a reason, my lady.”

“while that’s true, this is my responsibility, not my aides’. i fear i’ve had them overworked for the time i was out of commission, i don’t want to put them through that again.” 

even at the stake of your own health, you still look out for others. what a remarkable person you are. but just as you are compassionate, you are stubborn and it makes the archangel sigh in exasperation. while he admires your ability to put your foot down and stand your ground, it can prove to be difficult to get you to listen to what others have to say, especially when it pertains to work related issues.

“listen to me, my lady,” he leans down closer to you, his hair tickling the back of your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulders. you shiver.

“you need to take care of yourself. taking on all these burdensome tasks by yourself is detrimental to your health! your aides are here for a reason, so please, take a break.”

you want to decline, you really want to, but how can you when he speaks to you in that gentle tone? the one that conveys just how worried he is for you. damn him, his good looks, and his equally soothing voice that’s very compelling to listen to.

you contemplate for a minute, silently weighing your options before heaving out a reluctant sigh and leaning back into your chair with a nod. “alright, i’ll ... i’ll take a break.”

ludociel’s lips curl upwards into a victorious smile. he holds his hand out to you. “how about a stroll through the gardens? i noticed the asters have bloomed again. they’re your favourite flowers, yes?”

you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face as you take his hand, letting him gently pull you up to your feet. he knows you so well, too well in fact. not that you mind it, of course.

“yes, they are, and that sounds like a wonderful idea,” your smile turns bashful when his hand settles onto the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin.

the archangel leads you through the halls of the celestial palace, the both of you walking silently, just enjoying each other’s company until you reach the gardens. the cool breeze combined with the calming aromas of the different flowers hit you, and you feel your body relax. ludociel feels it as well, noting how your muscles weren’t as tense as they were before. he’ll try to coax you into getting a massage later; mael’s hands do absolute wonders.

ludociel lets go of you, watching as you wander off to take a look around the garden as it had been a long while since you’d stopped by. although he’s letting you do your own thing, he keeps a watchful eye on you, quietly taking in the ethereal sight of you surrounded by flowers. an image fit for a princess, he muses, gazing at you adoringly.

you take a seat on the grass, glad to have some form of escape from your stuffy office, ludociel joins you. 

an hour passes with the both of you talking about this and that. he tells you how demon invasions in the western parts of the realm have gotten lesser to keep up their end of the peace treaty. your expression turns smug which makes ludociel shake his head fondly at you. ‘stars, she’s adorable,’ he thinks to himself.

as time passes you both by, you decide to braid flowers into his hair and you try your hardest to make sure that the image of ludociel adorned in flowers, which attracted a few butterflies over to him, was deeply ingrained into your memory. oh, elizabeth is definitely hearing about this when you get off work. hopefully she’ll be free by then and not off massacring some village of demons in your stead.

“It’s starting to get a little late. are you ready to head in, my lady?” ludociel rises to his feet, his armoured hand is outstretched to you as it always is. guiding and grounding, he’s always been there as a rock for you as someone you can confide in and depend on. you slip your hand into his, letting your fingers intertwine. he lifts you to your feet and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. you smile at the lingering feeling of his lips on your skin.

“yes, let’s head back inside. i still have work to do.”

he shoots you a pointed look, so you immediately backtrack. “sorry..”

as you stroll through the marble halls of the palace you’ve grown accustomed to calling home, the one that’s housed all your memories, both good and bad, you hear small whispers from the maids, fully aware that they’re watching the both of you, giggling at the sight of your entwined fingers. there’ll definitely be rumours later, but you don’t really care, and you’re sure that ludociel doesn’t either.

“i told you a break would do you good,” he whispers to you, his deep voice, taking a smooth edge as he opens the door to your quarters. you step in before him and plop down onto your bed, rolling your eyes at him playfully. 

“oh, hush.” you might hate to admit it, but you’re definitely feeling much better than you did before.

“you know I’m right, my lady.”

“i suppose you are,” you grin at the playful banter you and him have, it brings you joy to be able to joke with someone as serious as him.

he stays rooted at the door frame, glad to see you relaxing and less on edge. “now that my goal has been achieved, i shall take my leave. i bid you a good night, your highness.“

just before he leaves, you call out to him and once his attention is on you once more, you give a gentle, thankful smile. “thank you. i really needed this.”

“it’s my pleasure, your highness.”

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Capture your beauty and confidence with Sydney boudoir photography. Embrace your uniqueness in a stunning photoshoot experience

In a world that often emphasizes perfection, it's crucial to embrace your unique beauty and individuality. Sydney boudoir photography is not just a trend; it's an empowering experience that allows you to celebrate your body, confidence, and self-expression. Whether you're looking to document a special time in your life, such as pregnancy through maternity photography Sydney, or simply want to indulge in a luxurious and artistic photoshoot, boudoir photography offers something truly special.

Embracing Your Uniqueness

Every person has a story to tell, and boudoir photography provides the perfect canvas to express yours. This style of photography is about capturing raw emotions, genuine beauty, and the confidence that comes from being comfortable in your own skin. With the right photographer, you will experience a supportive atmosphere that encourages you to let go of your insecurities and embrace your uniqueness.

The Stunning Photoshoot Experience

When you book a session for boudoir photography Sydney, you're not just signing up for a photoshoot; you are entering a world of empowerment and self-love. Here's what you can expect from this transformative experience:

1. Personal Consultation: Before the shoot, your photographer will discuss your preferences, vision, and boundaries. This collaboration ensures that your individuality shines through each image.

2. Professional Guidance: A skilled photographer will direct you throughout the session, helping you find flattering poses and angles that accentuate your beauty. Whether you're looking for a sensual, playful, or elegant vibe, they will help you express yourself authentically.

3. Stunning Locations: Sydney boasts a plethora of breathtaking backdrops for your boudoir shoot. From luxurious hotel rooms to sun-soaked beaches or even artistic studio spaces, the possibilities are limitless.

4. Makeup and Styling: Professional makeup artists can elevate your experience by enhancing your features, allowing you to feel like the best version of yourself. You can choose to be styled in your favorite lingerie, casual wear, or even opt for artistic black and white portrait photography for a classic touch.

Maternity Photography Sydney: Capturing the Journey

For expectant moms, maternity photography in Sydney is a great way to document their journey into motherhood. A boudoir photography session can be a celebration of your changing body, showcasing the beauty and strength of pregnancy. This intimate experience can help you embrace your new shape and capture the glowing confidence that comes with this life-changing moment.

The Timeless Appeal of Black and White Portrait Photography

One of the most striking styles in boudoir photography is black and white portrait photography. This technique adds a layer of elegance and timelessness to your images. The absence of color allows the viewer to focus on the curves, lines, and emotions within each shot. Black and white photography can evoke powerful feelings and create an intimate atmosphere, making your photos even more special.

Why Choose Sydney Boudoir Photography?

When you choose boudoir photography in Sydney, you're not just capturing images; you're creating lasting memories that celebrate your identity. The experience fosters self-confidence, encourages body positivity, and allows you to see yourself through a different lens. It's about taking a moment to appreciate your beauty and the unique story that you carry.

In conclusion, Sydney boudoir photography is an empowering experience that allows you to capture your beauty and confidence. Whether you're celebrating your individuality, commemorating your pregnancy with maternity photography in Sydney, or opting for the elegance of black and white portrait photography, every session is a celebration of you. Embrace your individuality, move outside of your comfort zone, and hire a professional boudoir photographer to create amazing photographs that reflect your genuine self. Your beauty is unique, and it should be embraced!