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[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Late Jason birthday fic!!!!

MDNI

warnings: jason devouring reader's poosay

You and Jason have been dating just under a year. And today was the first time celebrating with him the day he dreaded the most. His birthday.

If he HAD to celebrate it with his family, he'd want a small get-together, sharing his special day with Alfred.

NOT this damn gala that Bruce organised, seemingly just to spite him. Bruce excused that it was mainly for Alfred, but since they shared the special day, Jason had to be there, too. Now Jason feared the most; being surrounded by rich assholes, half-heartedly wishing him a happy birthday.

But you seemed excited to finally celebrate his birthday with him, and seeing you so eager made Jason's heart swell. He's just gonna have to suck it up and put on his big boy pants and go.

"You ready, baby?" Jason asked, coming into your room. The second he sees you in that damn black dress, complimented with red, he thinks he's lost it. He couldn't even take his eyes off the long slit of the dress that revealed a glimpse of your thigh. If you didn't answer him, he'd think he'd forget how to breathe because, oh, how you were breathtaking.

"Mhm, let me just put my shoes on." You say, taking his arm and leading him to the front door where your black heels with red outsoles laid.

"Is you being all dolled up my birthday present, sweetness?" Jason asked, a sly smirk on his face as he holds onto your waist, helping you balance as you put your heels on.

You chuckled. "It can be if you want it to be. But my actual present for you will be given later." You said, kissing his cheek. "C'mon, let's go."

Jason leads you to his car, and on the drive to the manor, it takes all his willpower not to let his hand that laid on your thigh sneak under the slit and inch up higher.

You held onto Jason arm as he led you into the manor. You expected big, but god, everything and everyone looked so extravagant.

You caught a glimpse of Alfred standing near Bruce and your eyes light up.

"C'mon, Jay!" You said excitedly, tugging him towards where the two men were standing. Jason groans, knowing he'd have to talk to Bruce, but on the other hand, he does want to wish his grandfather a hapoy birthday.

"Happy birthday, Alfie!" You exclaimed, giving the old man a hug before giving him a little bag that contained your gift for him.

He thanks you, telling you that you didn't have ti, but highly appreciates the sentiment. Jason offers a small smile and a quiet, happy birthday before giving him a hug.

"Glad you can come, Jason." Bruce said with a satisfied smile.

"I didn't come here because you told me to or because I felt like it." Jason huffs, looking away.

"Many people have been expecting you." Alfred said.

"And they have gifts." Bruce added. "I expect you to behave. But I don't doubt that she will keep you in check." He said, nodding towards you. You snickered in response while Jason just rolled his eyes, taking your hand, pulling you away from them.

You stayed beside Jason, watching as he uncomfortably mingled with the party guests, giving him his birthday presents.

It started fine. Totally fine. It was nice seeing Jason receiving such nice gifts.

But the more you witnessed him opening the presents, the more self-conscious you got about the gift you have yet to give him.

His given presents consisted of gold cufflinks, finest champagne, designer clothing, luxury cologne, fancy watches, and so much more. You couldn't even think about how much these things could've cost.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Jason murmurs, whispering in your ear as he tilts your chin up to look at him. You were so lost in thought, you didn't even realise Jason was complaining to you how much he wanted to go home.

You nodded with a small smile. "Mhm. Little overwhelmed, I guess." You said, clinging onto his arm.

"Maybe another hour, ma. Then we can go home." He assured you, kissing your forhead.

And it does assure you. He loves you. And he'd love the gift you have in store for him. But still. You're unable to scratch the utch in your head from all the expensive gifts he's receiving.

You sighed, kicking your shoes off, flopping back onto the bed once the two of you returned home. Following Jason around and watching him open gifts can be exhausting.

Jason shrugs his jacket off, throwing it somewhere on the floor, lying beside you. "So. You gonna give me a gift now or continue to keep me on my toes?" He asked with a grin.

You fidget with your hands, picking at your cuticles. "Mm.. can you wait til tomorrow?" You said sheepishly. Maybe you can wake up before him and rush out to the nearest jewellers and get him a nice watch or something.

His brows pinch together with concern, watching the dejected look on your face. He props himself up on one of his elbows, his fave looming over yours.

"What's with the sour look, sour puss?" He teases, poking your nose. "What's wrong?"

You sighed, looking at him. "Nothing. Just tired." You muttered.

"Bullshit.." He murmured, lowering himself down to nuzzle his nose against your jaw, his lips just barely grazing your skin.

You lightly groan. "You got really nice gifts." You said with embarrassment.

He pulls away, his face scrunched up in confusion. "Wanna elaborate, sweet thing?"

You whined with frustration, rubbing your hands over your face. "All your gifts were just so... lavish. Just wait til tomorrow, I can get a better gift."

"Baby." Jason said firmly. "Let me see your gift."

You frowned, knowing he'd pry and pry until he saw your gift. You grumbled, getting uo to reach underneath your bed, pulling out a small decorative paper bag, handing it to him.

Jason carefully took it, like he was scared that his big, rough hands would break the delicate material. He opened the bag, digging through the red shredded tissue paper.

His eyes slightly widened as he pulled out a bookmark. It had a thin gold frame, the bookmark itself having a coloured silhouette of what looked like you and Jason, and in intricate writing, the quote "you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you," written above the silhouettes.

"Holy shit..." Jason whispered as his fingers traced the fragile details of the gold frame.

You grumbled, not even wanting to think what he thought of it. "Jay, I promise I'll get you a better gif—"

"No!" He suddenly said, bringing the bookmark close to his chest. "I love this..." He whispered, staring at you with a wide grin.

"What? Really? It was only like 30 bucks.." You muttered, looking down at your lap.

He scoffed. "So? Who cares?"

"What!? But.. all your other presents—"

"Were shallow and thoughtless and were from snobby assholes who don't even know my name." He interrupted, carefully placing his bookmark on the nightstand before gently cupping your cheek. "But this gift, the one you're so worked up about..." He carefully pulls you on his lap. "Is the best I've received tonight." He kissed your forhead. "My favourite gift." He kissed your nose. "From my favourite girl." He kissed your lips.

You frowned. "But still!" You whined. But he shuts you up with another kiss.

"Not still.." He muttered against your lips. You hated the effect he had on you. You couldn't even argue as you melted against him, your hands lacing together behind his neck.

One of his hands gripped your hip as the other slid up your thigh, through the slit of your dress, just like he wanted to do all night.

Before going further, he laid you on the bed, his hands at either side of your face as he hovered over you.

He leaned down, lips attached to yours once more. This time, it was more sloppy and desperate, your hands pawing at his chest, fiddling with his buttons.

He helped you take his shirt off, throwing it over where his jacket laid as he travelled from your lips down to your jaw, immediately sucking on your sweet spot. You reach up to his hair, tugging it slightly as he groaned, his hips rolling down against yours.

"Fuck.." He muttered, his hands scrunching up the fabric of your dress in his fists. Being the feral man he is, he ripped your dress, the cool breeze nippng your skin making you gasp.

"Jay!" You squealed.

"Shh, I'll buy you another one.." He discarded the ripped dress with the other clothing on the floor.

"Up." He said, hands slithering under your back. You leaned up, letting him unclasp your bra. He cursed, his lips already around your nipple as you moaned, feeling his tongue swirl around it as his other hand was busy massaging your other breast.

"Fuck, sweetheart.." He groaned, his hands continuing to squeeze your chest as he trailed furthed down your body.

He stopped at your clothed core, your panties already soaked. He stretched the lace, letting go, making the elastic snap against your skin. You flinched at the feeling, your face heating up.

Jason gave the damp spot a soft kiss before ripping your underwear off, throwing it behind him. "I like this birthday present too..." He muttered, kissing your inner thigh.

"Jay, please.." You whimpered, bucking your hips up.

"Shh.. patience. Let me enjoy my birthday meal, hm?" He said, lips inching closer to your aching cunt.

"Jay.. Jay, I— Ah!" With no warning, his mouth dived inti your pussy, licking up the dripping precum like a man starved.

"Fuck, ma.." He grunted. You whimpered, your legs shaking, feeling his tongue lap over your folds and his stubble scratching your skin. "Tastes so good..."

You pull his hair, mixed sounds of your whines and squeals together with his tongue buried in your wet cunt filling the room.

You felt your core burning up, and your stomach twisting in knots while your legs shook. You chanted his name like a mantra, your head thrown back into they pillow, back arched, and your hips lifted uo further in his face as you came. Your eyes were shut tight, and you swore you saw stars.

You panted as Jason licked you clean, and when your eyes opened, there were black dots everywhere. Even looking down, seeing Jason's face stuffed between your legs made you feel like cumming again.

Jason hummed, crawling back up, kissing your lips as you tasted yourself.

"Now.." He flipped you two over, so you were straddling his lap. "I know you have another gift for me.." He said as whined, feeling his hard buldge beneath his pants.

okay. lowkey not satisfied with the way i write this but ermmmm... hope yous like it!!!

[astronomiaa]

Headcanon (theory?): Jacob's shilling necklace was actually Cecily's

It feels like there's always been a bit of a mystery to why Jacob wears the shilling necklace, ranging from it could just be a unique design choice or Jacob keeping a lucky coin on him since he has a tendency to try his luck. It's always felt like it's held some sort of significance - at least to me? Jacob's seen wearing the necklace even before he and Evie head to London, when he's still wearing his Simply Jacob outfit (his starter-mon outfit, if you will). A physical copy of the necklace was also included for anyone who pre-ordered Syndicate.

So it's kind of bumbled around in my head, until I discovered victorian love tokens while doing some research and it's like the dots have connected.

For anyone who doesn't know, like I didn't, love tokens were coins that were handcarved by a family member, a suitor to be, or friends, and given to a recipient to convey feelings. They weren't just romantic! They have a long history, but the victorians were crazy for them and love tokens became a pretty popular physical embodiment of ones love for another person. (Especially so, because they were usually made using coins - and the British already had a tradition of keeping lucky coins in their pocket? Fun!)

Most often they would be carved with names and dates, words to describe the relationship between the two, etc. In rarer cases (or at least considered rare to find for collectors of today), they would be carved with pictures that would be symbolically important for the giver and recipient.

I bring this up because for anyone who was lucky enough to receive an actual Jacob Pendant from ubisoft, or just bought of a replica off like... etsy or something, you know that Jacob's pendant actually has the Assassin symbol carved onto it.

In my opinion, this definitely makes the shilling a token of some sort! It could possibly be a token carried by all English Assassins, a way to recognize one another, but I like to believe that it may have been a romantic gift from Ethan to Cecily. After all, they were both two VERY devoted Assassins who were considered to have come the closest to freeing London from Templar rule before Henry, Jacob, and Evie. Whatever reason for the token, we can at least assume the token was Cecily's!

How do we know it's Cecily's? How it's meant to be worn!

Since tokens were made out of coins, which were in turn made out of semi precious metals, tokens could be turned into jewelry. It was common for women to wear them as bracelets, pendents, necklaces, and earrings. Men would wear them as cufflinks and put them on watch chains.

Jacob's shilling pendant is well... a pendant. It's traditionally womens jewelry (though I don't think Jacob could care any less about the way jewelry is meant to be worn in relation to gender).

So yeah! Even if I'm connecting dots that may not quite be there, the thought of Jacob having something of Cecily's is... nice. Especially since... Ethan and Jacob did not have uh, the best of relationships.

Anyways, thanks for reading my silly lil headcanon and have a nice day!

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt II the wedding dress: crowley's shirt

Dear GOD this post is so overdue I blame the 10khaos. But never fear I'm back on my bullshit.

Okay I'll just add the overview here and then get started on the info-dumping:

THE SHIRT OVERVIEW: For the shirt (which goes under the corset and cummerbund like I described in the pt I post), I went with the basic design sleeve-wise of a typical Victorian-era men's shirt, but with a shorter length (somewhere between a Victorian women's chemisette and the men's shirt). The length is reduced so it doesn't interfere with the silhouette at the waist where the upper part of the dress meets the lower (the lower half hasn't been drawn yet because I got hyperfixated on the cufflinks).

THE NECKLINE AND BODICE: The material would be muslin and it has a Regency-era neckline and bodice, both of these factors inspired by a 1805-1810 Regency muslin evening gown in the Victoria and Albert museum. Regency era gowns typically gathered just under the bust, and so will this shirt, which gives the slight pleats at the bodice below the ruffles. I figured this was best given which parts of the shirt would be visible and which hidden under the corset and jacket.

THE GOOD OMENS ALLUSIONS: The Victorian era is when the Edinburgh minisode happened, which is why I've leaned on it for the shirt. The Regency era, on the other hand, is where most of Jane Austen's novels were set, and so the neckline is a nod to Aziraphale's love for her novels and the ballroom dance he organised in season 2.

For reference, below are (L to R) a Victorian men's shirt, a chemisette, and the neckline and bodice of the V&A Regency dress:

[don't mind the shit images just take the vibes I'm working on a Canva whiteboard and I do NOT keep things organised on there]

Okay I think the ruffles actually need a separate post because I did a lot of overthinking for them. It involved textile trade in the Edwardian era and a lot of lace and Good Omens motifs.

Well... prepare for the ruffles post you poor sods you created a monster.

[jamiesfootball]

Silliness ensues:

No one said a goddamn word about disguises; Roy would’ve popped them around the head if they did, anger management and therapy be damned. This wasn’t a Mission Impossible movie, this was- 

-grown men infiltrating their friends rival restaurant to see what kind of dirt they could turn up.

Isaac and Jamie shared a bewildered look, before turning to Roy as if he were the crazy one.

"We agreed on putting the reservations under a fake name. Why the fuck would we come dressed as ourselves?”

Maybe Roy deserved to get bopped on the head too.

He tugged at the sleeves of his leather jacket and refused to feel self-conscious from the proximity alone. A feat in itself given the vomit of clothes that Jamie proudly strutted around in.

Chartreuse didn’t begin to cover it. Why Jamie considered a - and he was using the word loosely here - designer track suit was appropriate attire for anything higher than a food court was beyond Roy’s comprehension. The acidic highlighter color rendered it nearly glow in the dark.

"It’s bright and distracting so won’t recognize my face,” Jamie explained.

Isaac wagged his finger at him. “Smart.”

[…]

Isaac was dressed like goddamn Indiana Jones. The professor version. With the glasses.

“Is that tweed?” Jamie asked curiously, and Roy prayed to whatever god would listen to spare the world from Jamie Tartt experimenting with woven fabrics .

Isaac rolled his shoulders; the suit jacket whimpered where it circled the bulk of his shoulders. “Sure is. Sustainably sourced, too.”

The intrigued glint in Jamie’s eyes warned Roy that sometime soon on a morning run he would be held hostage by a very annoying tangent.

Sam, a normal person dressed a stylish blue silken suit, surveyed Isaac's suit thoughtfully. “The tailoring is wonderfully done.”

He said nothing about Jamie’s outfit. Smart lad.

Colin rolled up in a suit - a good start - but bottled it by coming near the window, where the light revealed the deep purple material to be shot through with shimmering leopard spots.

“Fuck, Colin. You wore a disguise too?”

Colin froze mid-buttoning his cufflinks. “We were supposed to wear disguises?”

[sweetbillwriting]

The Finer Things

Mask On, Mask Off - Part 4

Description: Ines lives a modest life in Brooklyn but has a secret, a valuable painting. Out of nowhere Vincent De Gramont appears and wants to help her sell it. He welcomes her into a life of luxury the question is just why?

Characters: Vincent De Garmont, The Marquis, From John Wick 4.

Setting: This story is set in my own universe, so not exactly the John Wick universe.

Warnings: 18+, prejudice and stereotypical thinking about nationalities, mentions about sex, mentions about prostitution.

She was at The Louvre. She would go to an event at The Louvre. Ines looked at the impressive glass pyramid outside of the museum with Vincent next to her. The car had just dropped them off and she wasn't prepared for the event being at the world’s most famous art museum. Christ, the Mona Lisa was hanging there!

She looked around with big eyes while Vincent showed their invitation for the guard. There were rich, well dressed people everywhere. The men in formal wear and the women in sleek dresses, showing off stereotypical Parisian curves, in other words, not many curves at all. Even if Ines was dressed up she felt like a stain on white silk. All the women looked perfect in high heels and smooth hair but it was also one more detail that stood out. All of them wore masks, extravagant masks fitting for a masquerade party in the 1800th century.

She had known she wouldn't fit in but had believed she would feel more okay with it but now didn't feel as sure. Without saying anything the Marquis took her hand and pulled her into a corner, hidden by a pillar. Ines looked at him curiously while he stretched out his hand. In it was a red mask, decorated with rhinestones in a similar color.

“I thought you would have a red dress,” he said, not as an excuse, more as it was just annoying facts. Ines looked at the mask.

“Will everyone have these sort of masks? Is it a orgy party or something?” She asked while putting the mask against her face. Vincent didn't say anything, just put on his own extravagant mask in black but with peacock feathers and gold glitter.

“Why is your mask so much prettier than mine?” Whined Ines and looked at her own mask again.

“Because I let a designer do it. I didn't have time to get one for you. I didn't know I would have a date for the night.”

Ines looked up at him from her mask, meeting his green eyes surrounded by the colorful feathers.

“Date?” Said Ines as a reflex.

“Yes. They call a guest a date in the invitation so you're my date.”

The Marquis didn’t give away any emotions so Ines accepted his answer.

“Should I help you with that one?” He nodded towards her mask and Ines took up it towards her face again. Vincent walked around her to tie it around her head, making a perfect bow with the red ribbon but it wasn't anything Ines noticed, how he put energy to make it completely symmetrical.

“When we are inside I will let you mingle,” said Vincent bluntly and fixed his cufflinks.

“Okay,” said Ines with a nod, she knew how to mingle.

“And I will be… around,” continued Vincent. Ines looked up at him with furrowed brows.

“Around? You mean we will not go together?”

“I promise you, having a tall, handsome, well dressed man like me by your side will not make rich men talk to you. It's better if you mingle alone, tell them about your painting… Maybe you can flirt a little?” He said the last part carefully, like he had encouraged her to prostitution. Ines smirked and looked down on her feet. It was noticeable he hadn't understood how her Friday nights used to look. She was an expert at flirting, how else would you get free stuff?

“Okay. That's fine. But can I call if there is something?”

Vincent looked down at her again and as a symbolic gesture he opened his jacket, showing off his phone in the inner pocket, but also a gun sticking up from the waistband of his suit pants.

“I will answer.”

×××

It came natural for Ines to mingle around with people and even if she was nervous at first, walking around among all the rich fine people she relaxed quickly. Behind the mask she could be someone else and instead feeling like the stupid American girl, she felt exotic and sexy. There were many curious eyes on her.

She told people about her painting, flirted and received business cards. She felt pleased with herself when she called Vincent. She hadn't seen him all night but if she was honest, when she was her flirty self he would just be in the way.

“Already done? Someone interested?” He said calmly. Ines stood in a corner outside the ladies restroom talking with The Marquis on the phone. She was a little tipsy on champagne and leaned against the wall. She couldn't understand how these rich people could drink so much without seeming affected.

“I have twelve business cards…” she said, pleased. Vincent cleared his throat.

“Mhm.”

“What? Isn't that good?” Ines said disappointed.

“No it's good…” The Marquis sounded weirdly detached and Ines felt the nerves come up again.

“Can we meet where the car dropped us off?” He asked.

“So we should leave now? I really thought it would be an orgy,” she joked but didn't get a reaction from Vincent.

“Just meet me, now.”

Ines had a weird feeling while walking out to Vincent. There was something that felt off. It was everything from his mood, the gun but also the fact she hadn't seen him all night. It felt like he was hiding something.

He stood by the black car without his mask, Ines took off hers too and walked up to him with quick steps. He looked irritated, with pursed lips and his hands deep in his pockets.

“Are you seriously irritated with me for something? I just did what you told me to do!” She said annoyed and crossed her arms. Vincent looked her up and down and she could see his hands move in his pants pockets. He cleared his throat and seemed to examine her face.

“Just let’s go home…” he muttered and opened the door for her. Ines rolled her eyes and jumped in. It felt like she could never do anything right. It had felt so promising in the beginning of the night.

In the hotel she walked to her room and pulled off the uncomfortable dress and put on a big t-shirt. She was ready to go to bed. She had nothing to do, no good company and was also tired by all the champagne she had been drinking but when she had just crawled down under the cover a light knock could be heard against her door.

“Come in,” she said just so Vincent would understand he could actually open the door and walk in and he did. He wore just his slacks and the suit shirt, his suspenders hanging on his hips. He had a glass in his hand and looked at her softly.

“I'm sorry for my bad mood…”

“Did I do something wrong?” Asked Ines carefully and played with the cover.

“No, no… It was just something else…” he said with a sigh. To Ines surprise he suddenly sat down on the side of her bed and placed his glass on her night stand. They weren't even three feet from each other. If she leaned forward she would have been able to look down his shirt, see his smooth chest but Vincent's usually proper manner made her feel weird about it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She said softly. Maybe he had things he needed to talk with a friend about but didn't have any friends? He gave her a look. He looked intoxicated and she wondered what the amber liquid in his glass was. The Marquis licked his lips and with some hesitation he leaned towards her and kissed her lips softly. Ines had seen it happen, his smooth but doubtful movement and felt her pulse go up at once. He actually kissed her. His lips were soft and plump and he tasted strong of the spirit. He opened his eyes slowly, they were obviously affected by alcohol but maybe something more. Ines couldn't tell.

“Do it again…” she whispered. Vincent laid his hand on her neck and with his thumb on her jugular, he pushed her face up towards his. He kissed her again, more determined this time and it made Ines moan into his mouth. He continued kissing her and a sneaky tongue pushed in between her lips. Even if she got exactly what she had wanted she wasn't pleased and stood up on her knees to be able to deepen their kisses even more. She moved his hand down from her neck to her waist where the thin cotton t-shirt was the only barrier between his hand and her naked body. With a hard grip around her waist he pulled her close to his body and leaned back on his elbow. The kisses heated fast and his hand moved up so his thumb dragged on the underside of her breast. To be close to Vincent was too amazing and Ines couldn't stop the giggle from jumping out from her full lips.

“And you said you weren't interested at all…” she teased and looked at Vincent's intoxicated eyes. For a moment she thought he would smile but it turned to a painful grimace and he shoved her away softly but determinedly.

“Of course you were forced to talk…” he muttered and stood up. Ines looked at him confused but it turned to anger fast.

“What do you mean with that? What? You come into my room and push your tongue into my mouth but think I should just be quiet??” She said upset and got a hard gaze from Vincent back. He snatched up his glass from the night stand and then turned to the door.

“Forget this happened.”

He chugged the last of the spirit in his glass and put it down on the stand again before walking to the door.

“C'est juste une jolie fille… Ne détruis pas tout pour une chatte…”

He muttered for himself. Ines looked at him upset, she was sure he had said something bad about her and without thinking she threw a pillow in his head. His perfect hair got ruined by his neck and he stopped in his steps.

“Did you just throw a pillow in my head?” He said through his teeth and turned around slowly. Ines felt a knot in her stomach when she saw his killer look. This was not the man she had been with this last week.

“No?” she swallowed hard and sank down on the mattress.

The Marquis stood and looked at her with dark eyes before walking up to her slowly. Ines felt panic spread in her body, would he hit her?

“Up!” He exclaimed when he stood by the bed. Ines looked down at the cover and swallowed hard but then did as he said. She was too afraid to find out what would happen if she didn't do what he said. She stood just in front of him. Even if she wasn't that short she felt tiny when she stood in front of him. He had his arms crossed and she could see the veins trying to push out from his skin.

“I should… Punish you for your behavior… But…” he threw his head back and groaned loudly. In a fast movement he attacked her lips with his, so hard it felt like she would fall. Ines just kissed back with a beating heart. She let her emotions guide her now and just let it happen. Her otherwise questioning self would have asked what he actually wanted but his kisses were too passionate to stop just to ask such a question.

Vincent sat down on the bed and with a hand on the back of her thigh he prompted her to straddle his lap. She just followed his directions and let herself disappear into his bubble where it tasted like spirits and spearmint and smelled like floral perfume and vanilla. She was used to men smelling bad or wearing too strong cologne but he smelled of the scents she herself liked.

Vincent threaded his fingers through her hair and with a light pull he got her to lean back.

“Yes I am interested. Okay? But I can't be. I can't. So now you must help me end this. Prove I can trust you,” he said slowly, like he explained something to a child.

Ines leaned back even more and looked between his eyes. She didn't understand but also knew she never would. Vincent let her go and doubtfully she stood up and let him do the same.

Vincent cleared his throat, fixed his hair and his clothes. It looked like he thought he could get back into his hard shell just by fixing his appearance but Ines looked at him differently now. There was something softer, more insecure behind his hard exterior. He wasn't as well polished as he tried to seem.

Vincent walked to the door and turned around and looked at her with big eyes.

“Good night.”

“Good night…” she answered while playing with her fingers in front of her. She wished he could stay, sleep close to her and maybe show more of his soft self but he had asked her to keep away and she would respect that. It was obviously important for him, even if she couldn't understand what a make out session with her would harm.

×××

The next morning Ines did everything to be ready to meet Vincent again. He had visited her dreams that night, with naked skin, soft kisses and an open heart. It felt like her own heart was trying to escape when she woke up with a sweaty neck and another moisture between her legs. She wanted him so badly and she needed to find out why he couldn't just let her come close.

She did her make up to perfection, in that natural, modest way he seemed to like and then looked through the clothes he had got her. She had a tight pencil skirt and a lavender colored silky blouse. It would do, even if it would have been a better outfit with heels. She left her feet bare just like he always did and tippy toed out from her bedroom. The big window in the room connecting all of the suite’s rooms welcomed her out with bright sunlight and she felt it gave her power to try to come close to Vincent, talk to him in a real, intimate way. She looked around in the suite but realized quickly that it was empty. He wasn't there. Ines looked in through the doorframe to his bedroom where the bed already was made and none of his things were on show. She thought for a second that he maybe had left her but knew he wouldn't. She knew him that well now, he wouldn't just leave.

She accepted that he once again had left and ordered up some breakfast. She didn't have a problem activating herself either and planned to go to the library and flirt with European tourists in hotel bars. Just because she wanted The Marquis she could still entertain herself. By lunch she left the suite to take the elevator down. She could see the other guard standing outside of the room they had the painting in, otherwise the corridor was empty.

“Excuse me, do you know where Vin… The Marquis is?” She asked him out of curiosity. He looked at her with a weird look before answering.

“Juste derrière toi.”

Ines looked at him confused but also a bit annoyed, if he could understand her, he must be able to speak English?

“Right behind you, he said.”

It was Vincent's voice, just behind her and that made her jump. As a reflex she turned around and hit his chest.

“Don't scare me like that!”

Vincent looked between her face and the spot she had hit with furrowed brows.

“Sorry, just a reflex,” she said, embarrassed and looked at him with blushing cheeks. She looked at him up and down where he stood in his camel colored three piece suit and perfect hair. He was so beautiful and the burgundy colored shirt made his green eyes pop. Vincent nodded a little and turned to the door to the suite. Ines didn't react to him being alone because she just admired his looks. The full lips, high cheekbones, his jaw… But what was that? Something red was smeared on his jawline and her heart stopped because it looked like the perfect shade of red lipstick but it wasn't lipstick. It was blood.

“Is that blood?” She walked closer to see better and Vincent gave her a wide eyed look. He looked stressed for a moment before he looked away.

“Where?” He dragged his hand over his neck.

“Here, let me,” she said and wet her thumb with her tongue before trying to rub the spot away.

“It's from a close shave, right?” She said with a smile and looked deep in his eyes. Vincent looked back at her, letting her wipe away the blood with her saliva. They look deeply in each other's eyes, much deeper than they had before. Something happened right then and there between them none of them had expected. Ines understood it wasn't his blood, Vincent's could see she didn't care whose blood it was. He nodded as an answer to her question even if the answer didn't matter.

Ines sucked her thumb clean while Vincent looked at her with big eyes. He cleared his throat awkwardly before taking her hand in his and opening the door to the suite.

“I met a person interested in your painting…” he said softly while leading her in through the door. Ines felt her pulse go up from his warm hand but also the memory of him watching her suck her thumb. She knew he was up to no good but she didn't care. He was a bad man, just like Faith had said but she had never cared about that.

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Signs of Glad Departure 23 WIP

Xander watches himself in the mirror, somewhat nonplussed by the image before him. He straightens the lapels of the tux, the black silk soft against his fingers. Folding his arms, he adjusts the length of his cuffs, making sure that the cufflinks his father gave him — a pair of embossed gold clubs— sit prominently on the fabric. Otherwise, he looks sleek. The jet black fabric, almost lacquered in appearance, lends him a more austere regality. Underneath, a black silk shirt. All black, but none of the gloominess of a funeral. Perfect. Some might describe his entire get-up as “prince-like.” Dignified, even. Considering it’s for his wedding, Xander doesn’t mind. 

Next to him, the tailor stands at the ready with a measuring tape.

“If you could turn, sir,” says the tailor. Xander obeys, and immediately the tailor stretches the measuring tape along the side of his leg. His keen eyes study the numbers, and he lets out a “Hmm,” sound as he rolls the tape back up.

Behind them, the sound of footsteps approaching.

“I can’t get this thing to close,” Leo grumbles. The younger brother marches in from his side of the fitting room, fussing over the cufflinks for his own suit. 

Glancing over his shoulder, he notices that Leo’s collar is still unfolded, the starched fabric stiffly standing over the lapel of his jacket. The white shirt underneath is a bit ruffled, and the bowtie is draped like a severed wreath around his neck.

“Here, let me help you.” Xander steps off the riser and tackles the bow tie for his brother. 

Standing in front of him, he’s reminded once more of how much his siblings have grown. He recalls a time when they were all small babies, when they took their first steps, when they said his name and proudly called him brother��� Leo, especially, having once been positioned as his own rival for their father’s affection. All of those impressions of childhood compress into the moments it takes Xander to knot the tie. 

With the tie done, he moves onto the cufflinks. They clasp seamlessly in Xander’s hands. “Straighten your collar,” he says, and Leo obeys, his hands scrambling to crease the panels over the lapels of his jacket. 

“You look good,” Leo comments.

“Thank you.”

The brothers exchange curt nods before awkwardly facing the mirror together. Two men, one taller, visibly older, sunken eyes, and a gaunt face. The other, a younger reflection. Shorter hair. More feminine curves around the face. Sometimes, Xander thinks he sees the spitting image of Leo’s mother. His mind flits between past and present, the ghosts of their family hanging onto life through their children.

“Do you think the girls are done?” Xander asks.

Leo shrugs. Although they have their own cars, Xander would like to meet with Camilla and Elise promptly at their designated hour. For now, he has to finish with the tux fitting, and as if reading his mind, the tailor gets to work on both brothers. The tape measure zips open with each taut pull, straightened against their longer limbs — an unusually tall family.

“I’m done,” the tailor announces. Now that the 2nd and final fitting has been a success, they can relax.

Leo nods and returns to his side of the room, going behind the dressing screen and changing back into his clothes. Xander likewise does the same. Slowly, he sheds the dress of his upcoming nuptials and trades it in for his everyday, casual shirt and pants. 

They leave the tailor’s boutique and enter the Mercedes waiting at the curb. In the car, Xander’s thoughts wander to the fleeting impressions of the past few days. Garon’s health is in good working order. He is well enough now to live back at the penthouse, cane in hand and a live-in nurse to watch over him. In his younger days, that might have been a plus. Next on their agenda, they have dinner with Catherine and her family, and there will be a formal unification of both parties heralded by toasts and long speeches from forgotten family members. Inwardly, Xander wishes Corrin could have seen him in the tux, only because he cares what she thinks. Of course, to show her would only rub salt on a freshly cut wound. She hasn’t taken his decision about the honeymoon very well and has once more reverted to a cold, terse manner around him.

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Wedding fashion has traditionally centered around the bride and her bridal party, with bridesmaid dresses, floral arrangements, and bridal gowns often taking the spotlight. However, the role and influence of men in wedding fashion have gained increasing attention in recent years. As gender roles evolve and fashion becomes more inclusive, understanding the male perspective in wedding fashion reveals a rich tapestry of trends, traditions, and innovations.

The Evolution of Men's Wedding Attire

Historically, men's wedding fashion has been relatively straightforward, often limited to classic black tuxedos or traditional suits. The groom's attire was designed to be timeless and understated, ensuring the bride remained the focal point. However, this dynamic is changing. Modern grooms are increasingly seeking to express their personal style and preferences, leading to a broader range of options and greater creativity in men's wedding fashion.

Personal Expression and Customization

Today's grooms are more involved in the wedding planning process, including their attire. Customization has become a significant trend, with many men opting for bespoke suits that reflect their individuality. From selecting unique fabrics and colors to incorporating personal touches like monograms or special linings, grooms are making a statement through their wedding attire. This shift towards personalization allows men to feel more connected to their wedding day ensemble and contributes to the overall aesthetic of the event.

Color and Style Variations

Gone are the days when grooms were limited to black or navy suits. Modern wedding fashion embraces a diverse palette of colors and styles. Shades of blue, gray, and even bold colors like burgundy or emerald green are becoming popular choices. Additionally, contemporary grooms are experimenting with different styles, such as velvet blazers, patterned jackets, and slim-fit trousers. These variations not only add visual interest but also allow grooms to coordinate with the overall wedding theme and color scheme.

Accessories and Detailing

Accessories play a crucial role in elevating men's wedding fashion. From pocket squares and cufflinks to tie clips and watches, these small details can significantly impact the overall look. Boutonnieres, matching the bride's bouquet or the sage bridesmaid dresses, provide a cohesive and polished appearance. Shoes, belts, and even socks are chosen with great care, ensuring that every element of the groom's outfit is thoughtfully coordinated.

The Influence of Celebrity Weddings

Celebrity weddings often set trends in wedding fashion, and grooms are no exception. High-profile weddings showcase innovative and stylish groom attire, inspiring couples around the world. For instance, the royal weddings of Prince William and Prince Harry highlighted the appeal of military uniforms and traditional British tailoring, influencing many grooms to adopt similar styles. Celebrity weddings not only spotlight the groom's attire but also emphasize the importance of a well-dressed bridal party, including bridesmaid dresses and groomsmen suits.click here: https://www.lavetir.com/collections/burnt-orange-bridesmaid-dresses

Groomsmen and Coordination

The groom's influence extends to his groomsmen, who are often dressed in coordinated outfits that complement the overall wedding theme. While traditional black suits are still common, there is a growing trend towards more personalized and cohesive looks. Groomsmen may wear suits in different shades or styles that align with the groom's attire, creating a harmonious and visually appealing ensemble. The coordination between groomsmen and bridesmaid dresses is also a key consideration, ensuring a unified and elegant look for the entire bridal party.

Cultural and Regional Influences

Cultural and regional differences play a significant role in men's wedding fashion. In some cultures, traditional attire is preferred, such as the Indian sherwani or the Scottish kilt. These garments not only honor cultural heritage but also add a unique and personal touch to the wedding ceremony. In Western cultures, there is a blend of tradition and modernity, with grooms opting for a mix of classic and contemporary styles. This diversity in wedding fashion reflects the global nature of modern weddings and the importance of cultural identity.

Sustainable and Ethical Fashion

As awareness of sustainability and ethical fashion grows, many grooms are considering the environmental impact of their wedding attire. Choosing suits made from eco-friendly materials, supporting local tailors, and opting for reusable and versatile pieces are ways in which grooms can make more sustainable fashion choices. This trend aligns with the broader movement towards conscious consumption and reflects a growing awareness of the fashion industry's impact on the environment.

Analyzing Roles and Influences

Men's perspectives in wedding fashion are evolving, with grooms taking a more active role in expressing their style and individuality. From personalized suits and diverse color choices to the influence of celebrity weddings and cultural traditions, men's wedding fashion is becoming more dynamic and inclusive. As grooms continue to explore new trends and break away from traditional norms, their influence on wedding fashion will only grow. This evolution not only enhances the groom's experience but also contributes to a more balanced and harmonious wedding aesthetic, where every detail, from groomsmen attire to bridesmaid dresses, is thoughtfully considered.