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Morning Sex with Simon ੭ৎ

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Awakening to Ghost was a fantasy that seemed almost too real to be true.

Snuggling next to him under the crinkled white sheets, your body nestled by his firm arm, squeezing you softly. His gentle snores, a rhythmic lullaby as you threaded through his scalp, fingers brushing through his sandy blond hair, each strand feeling like silk against skin while you eyed him with pure devotion, pressing your lips to his forehead.

Nobody knew how Soft Simon could be with you. Only a few saw this tender side hiding behind his firm military exterior. Sighing contentedly, You started to slip your legs out of the bedding. Only to be met with a rough hand reeling you back as you squealed quietly.

"Simon-"

"Mh, no princess, we're not done here…" Ghost's croaky voice was thick with sleep as half his face rested in the plush pillows, half-lidded, looking into yours with desire and affection.

"Come here.." He smirked, his tone drowsy, but he couldn't get enough of you as you stumbled over the duvet to meet his yearning lips before breaking away suddenly.

"You know I have bad morning breath," you muttered, lips still puffy and lush from sleep. Morning breath was the furthest thing from Ghost's mind.

"I've smelt the worst scents you could ever imagine on 141…and you ain't one of them", he mumbled, pinching your chin with rough fingers with hints of affection.

"Oh yeah?" You teased, chuckling lightly as you delved back into the desired kiss, lips parted for your dear Simon Riley.

Fingers glided over scars that could tell a million stories as he lifted your delicate body onto his, letting the duvet envelop both bodies as he held you in an eager embrace over his chest, keeping you nice and snug under his admirable watch.

Ghost thrived in control. He hated feeling intimidated or under strict submission. But with those pleading eyes, those moist lips covered with his sleepy kisses, it was enough to make him feel secure. The world fell still when he was in your comforting presence.

"Fuck, do you know how bad I will miss you when I return to the task force?" Ghost murmured against your lips, his eyes weary, the hardened head of his cock pressing insistently against your backside, pleading for attention.

You only exhaled deeply, nuzzling the crook of his neck, stubble tickling your nose. The sultry aroma you let off intertwined with his musky, rich cologne drove you both off the hook.

"I know, honey, I know…" You purred, your satin nightdress playing a friction over Ghost, causing his breath to hitch.

You'd straddle him with languid grace, leaving heartfelt kisses down his neck. His hands would skim down your nightdress, palming your ass as he guided your undulating movements. Your molten kisses ignite trails of fire along his skin.

Your body was ethereal, leaving Ghost in awe like he was some desperate virgin. It amused you slightly, his heavy breaths giving shivers down your spine.

"Can you fill me up at least before you go?" You pleaded, the dimly lit room shadowing your figure.

All this only to make Ghost ache more as he teased a hand under your dress, fingers applying pressure up against that glistening cunt that would weep for his attention.

"Is that really a question, doll?" You can't help but moan softly, his thick fingers digging deeper.

Your voice was melodic to the man. He was already imagining how it would feel not to be able to fuck you in the comfort of their apartment. To not be inside your gummy walls that could clasp onto his fingers, pleading for him not to let go.

Ghost entangled his fingers in your hair as he fisted his cock with one hand. Instinctively, your body would arch in submission to Ghost's hardened dick, begging to be fed into your creamy cunt, opened wide just for him. Your shaky hands are gripping his t-shirt, holding onto your remaining self-control for him.

Ghost wanted to pound into you, milking every drop he had left in himself in the midst of not being able to gaze into those longing eyes for the next few weeks. You'd whimper. The unexpected stretch of him going inside you makes your eyes tear.

"I'm sorry.." Ghost apologizes, his voice hoarse, kissing your tears away as his thrusts grow forceful.

He grew less apologetic; however, that soft side of him was short-lived with sex. Bouncing you up and down his cock, balls deep, the air growing thick with your laboured breaths and cries of his name. Each pound sends shivering shocks to your pink cervix as your pussy pulsates, squeezing his hardened dick even more, precum lacing down your doughy thighs.

Ghost's thumb would greedily press on your clit, making you squirm in his potent grip. Murmuring sweet, dirty words into your ear, leaving you gagged of any reply. The dawning light would highlight your curves through the opened slit in the curtain. The quiet ruffles of the covers mixed with Ghosts grinding, making your thighs tense in ecstasy.

Pretty cum oozing out your swollen cunt as Ghost cast his fat load into you, left with a rough groan. His sloppy pumps into you make you whimper, his shirt becoming a lifeline. Exhaustion set you limp in his arms, soft pants tingling on Ghost's neck, making him smirk. Relishing the mark he left on you, a lingering reminder of his return.

"What's wrong, y/n? Did I make you go stupid?"

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Based on this ask

Angst factor for this is thru the roof! And guess what? It's a series! I'm thinking this is going to have at least 3 parts. Masterlist

Jealous!Coryo x Reader, Odair!Ancestor x Reader.

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. That man is a walking blood red flag waving heavily in the wind! engagement (not reader), eventual smut, infidelity, love triangle, manipulation, stalking?, gaslighting, fluff, Head Gamemaker! Coryo, District 4 Cruise Ship Heir!Odair OC.

Chapter 1:

“I'm going home, find some other dumb whore to fuck.” You spat, flipping the blankets off your body and making to get out of the platinum blonde’s bed.

“Darling, don't be rash. Come back to bed.” Coriolanus told you, reaching his long arm out and wrapping his large hand around your wrist before you could truly move away from the bed.

“Come back to bed after you just told me that you're going to marry Livia Cardew?!” You screamed at him, feeling like you wanted to yank his pretty platinum blond curls right out of his head. “Are you nuts, Coriolanus?”

The man, whose beauty rivaled that of the Roman and Greek gods, narrowed his baby blues at you. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he told you, “Stop overreacting, darling. It's an arranged marriage that doesn't mean anything.”

You arched a brow and tilted your head at him. “Oh, so that's supposed to make me feel better? Make everything okay?” You sarcastically asked, yanking your arm out of his grasp and flying out of his bed.

His king sized bed with the luxurious crimson satin sheets that you'll never inhabit again.

“Y/N-” Coriolanus began, only for you to loudly cut him off with a shriek of, “Don't, Coriolanus. Don't say a fucking word to me.” Shaking your head, you ironically scoffed, “I should've seen this coming. After all these years of sneaking around with you, I should've known that you'd pick some rich bitch to marry and have a family with.” Gathering your clothes, that were scattered all over the room, you heartbrokenly spat, “Not your poor neighbor girl that's only good for a good fuck whenever you're bored or need to get some pent up aggression out.”

“You're not-” Coriolanus began, icy blue eyes softening with an unchecked emotion (perhaps guilt?), as he watched you toss your things on the white rose upholstered bench at the foot of his bed.

“I love you, Coriolanus.” You softly sighed, barely loud enough for him to hear, while tossing your ruined lace panties at him. What use were the lacey things all torn to shreds?

Not much.

You grabbed your matching lace bra, quickly putting it on, while muttering, "I foolishly fell in love with you and you don't give a shit about me.” You’re on the verge of tears as you grab your dress. While pulling on your dress, you sadly sighed, “Never did and never will, but I guess I was hoping that maybe you would, but I was such a dumbass.”

Your words hit Coriolanus hard, like a 2x4 in the head hard. He never knew that you felt like this. Crawling over to the end of the bed, causing his pure white silk duvet to pool and crinkle around him, he reached out and took your hand in his before you could turn away to grab your heels. He looked at your face, silently willing you to look into his icy blue eyes (but you refused to give him the satisfaction- that manipulative fuck).

But maybe if you would've looked at his eyes you would've seen that they weren't gleaming or shining. That his icy blue eyes were dead and empty, like those of a shark.

Giving up on you looking at him, the platinum blonde man (who had his political dreams within reach) began to tell you in a velvety tone, “My darling rose, you’re not a dumbass. I'm sorry you're hurt, but-'”

But before he could continue his lies (Are they lies? Who knows, but you think they are.) you cut him off with, “Don't even finish your sentence. Just shut the fuck up and let me leave with whatever little piece of dignity I have left.”, while forcefully yanking your hand out of his.

“I won't shut the fuck up because I don't want you to leave.” Coriolanus told you, scrambling out of the bed, his long legs nearly tripping him as he chased after you.

You’re grabbing your heels as he tries to reason with you. “Announcing my engagement with Livia and marrying her is so I can gain political allies and power. It has nothing to do with love, in fact I hate her.” While sliding on your black kitten heels, a pricey designer pair with red sole bottoms- a gift from him (probably for your services…), he placed one of his large calloused hands on your shoulder. Coriolanus’ baritone was softer than usual as he revealed, “I want to be with you.”

“You don't want to be with me, you just want me as your mistress so you can have your kinky fucks.” You told him, pushing his hand off of your shoulder. Marching over to his dresser and grabbing your bag (some imported designer leather tote bag- dyed a deep shade of crimson- he gave you, most likely because you let him do whatever he wants to you between the sheets), you told him the blunt truth of, “You don't love me and I'm not going to stick by your side as your mistress.” Shouldering your bag, that matched the color of the manicure you just had done (which he insisted on paying for), you declared, “I deserve somebody to love me with their whole heart, not just their dick, so I'm leaving and never coming back.”

“Please, don't leave.” You heard him say as you walked out of his room.

“Please, baby, don't leave me!” He frantically begged, his voice a loud shout, as he followed you down the hall in a run. Barefeet loudly slapping against the marble floor, sounding almost ominous.

Thank goodness his Grandma’am's hearing was starting to go bad, otherwise she'd be waking up and seeing one hell of a show. Also, thank goodness Tigress moved out years ago, otherwise she'd be a witness to a messy breakup.

A breakup that was long overdue.

You ignored him, only to power walk to the main entrance of the penthouse. You were almost to the door whenever you felt his cold, long fingers wrap around your wrist like an octopus’ tentacles.

“Please, stay the night. We can discuss this in the morning, just-just don't leave me, little dove.” You heard him beg, sounding so unlike his confident self.

A part of you wanted to give in; turn around and melt into his arms. But another part of you, the part that has grown up with Coriolanus and has seen him manipulate everyone around him knew that he was just saying whatever he has to in order to pull your puppet strings; make you stay.

You decided not to turn around, not to give into him. Instead you roughly pulled yourself free of his hold and walked out the door.

You knew that the platinum blonde wouldn't dare follow you, since running after you naked with his well hung junk swinging in the wind would be scandalous.

Unknown to you, after you walked out the door and slammed it shut in his face, Coriolanus quickly ran to his room and tossed on his diagarded pants and shirt from the evening. He ran out the door, barefoot and still buttoning up his wrinkled shirt, in hopes of catching you in the lobby.

Since you were in the only elevator the building has, he ran down the 12 flights of exquisite marble stairs to reach the lobby. Nearly slipping and busting his ass a couple of times too.

But when he reached the lobby it was too late, you were getting into the back of a cab you hailed. As Coriolanus ran to the door of the lobby, he felt his cold, dead, black, too small of a heart shatter into a million pieces as he watched you close the cab’s door with tears shining like diamonds in your eyes.

Seeing you crying in the back of the cab while leaving him, something he knew that neither of you wanted, made him determined to get you back.

If he thought that Lucy Gray betraying and leaving him hurt, well you leaving him because you felt that he couldn't reciprocate your feelings of love (because he was going to have an arranged marriage with Livia Cardew for political reasons) gutted him. Made him feel like he wanted to die.

Coriolanus wanted you; he always has. It's why you've been together, on-off, since your freshman year at the Academy.

He has to woo you back. He just has to.

Because the thought of you moving on with another man just doesn't sit right with him.

It doesn't matter that Coriolanus’ engagement with Livia Cardew will be publicly announced soon, he needs you back.

He can't have another bird of his flying away, can he?

Ending your decade long on-off situationship with the Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow hurt. Oh gods, it hurt so fucking bad! You felt like you’re just going thru the motions everyday after the breakup. Like you’re just surviving, not truly living, since you’re so sad.

So heartbroken.

And what hurts the most was that, even tho you knew you could never truly be with him, you still love him.

And you'll probably always love him in a way, even tho he'll never love you. Because he's your first love; they say you never forget your first love. That you'll always have a special spot on your heart carved out just for them.

So when you saw the engagement announcement for Livia Cardew and Coriolanus Snow in the social pages of the newspaper, you thought you were going to be sick.

The picture used for the announcement was professionally done; made the newly engaged couple look so lovely together. It made you sad to say, but they did make quite a match.

Two golden lions, regal with the world at their feet. Their blonde hair, her's a dirty golden shade and his a near white platinum blonde, styled impeccably set off their beauty. A beauty that was showcased in matching black outfits, hers a black tea dress with flowing sleeves and his a 3-piece suit with a red/black striped tie.

They looked every bit a couple of the old guard. A couple worthy of money, glory, and power. You're positive that Grandma'am’s proud of him.

If only you knew how she really felt. How Grandma'am Snow always thought that it'd be you and her grandson posting an engagement announcement in the social section of the newspaper. How she's so disappointed at Coriolanus for picking a heinous bitch instead of you, a girl who's soul reminds her so much of her beloved late daughter-in-law (Coriolanus' mother).

Then you couldn't help, but think that maybe Livia’s better for Coriolanus. Better than you are for him. Maybe he'd be happier with her than with you. After all, she came with the largest bank of Panem attached to her name and you came with nothing. You had no money or jewels to offer, just yourself.

And you weren't good enough for him.

Coriolanus Snow always craved power, wealth, and prestige. None of which you could offer him. None of which you gave a shit about.

All you wanted was to be loved, but he couldn't do that for you. All the cold hearted schemer could do was buy you fancy, luxurious, expensive things.

You had no idea that gifting was his love language. That he enjoyed seeing your face light up when he presented you with some gift that you'd never be able to afford on your own. He got pleasure out of spoiling you; taking care of you.

Unfortunately for him, you’re tired of being a kept woman. You don't want him to buy you a bunch of high end things. You want him and since he can't give you his love, you left. You decided to move on.

Which is why you blocked his number, because you had to move on and find somebody that you would be more than enough for. And you couldn't do that with him blowing up your phone constantly. You also started looking for a new apartment, because you couldn't keep having him dropping off roses at your doorstep all the time.

And since your mother to lived on the 8th floor of Corso apartment the Snow penthouse was in, it was a chore to avoid Coriolanus. So, to avoid any drama with him, you had to find a new apartment. You mother agreed; told you that to make a clean break you needed to leave the area. Move on from the part of town you were raised in; lived in.

You needed to fly on your own wings.

At least your job on the marketing team for Odair Luxury Cruises was safe from him. And that job did come with a sweet perk of allowing employees the opportunity of affordable housing in a select few luxury apartments near the downtown Capitol office building the company was headquartered in.

So at least your apartment hunting wouldn't be too hard.

You were right, your apartment hunt wasn't hard at all. In fact, due to your employment at Odair Luxury Cruises, you were able to secure yourself a 4th floor apartment at the Luxe, right in the bustling downtown of Capitol City, Panem.

Apartment #455 to be exact.

It was a lovely apartment with a courtyard view. It had 9 foot ceilings and white kitchen cabinetry in what could only be a top of the line kitchen. The open layout of the kitchen and living space has a modern feel to it. The lone bedroom in the apartment was very spacious and even had a walk-in closet; the apartment had a small study as well.

It was definitely an upgrade from your mother's apartment, which was nice due to the Plinths fixing it up after buying the building and moving onto the 11th floor roughly 4 years ago. (Unknown to you, Strabo Plinth did the bare minimum repairs to your mother's apartment and furnished it because Coriolanus asked him -more like nagged him- to.)

You're Luxe apartment wasn't as lavish as the Corso penthouse Coriolanus shares with his Grandma’am (the same penthouse he used to bring you to for all of those booty calls over the years) but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you thought your new apartment was amazing.

And after moving in, you stopped receiving roses at your doorstep. Thank the gods. But since your new building had a doorman, you knew that was the reason you didn't have any more stalkery type floral arrangements waiting for you at your threshold.

And roughly a week or so after moving into your new place, you met your neighbor from across the hall.

#454

It was a typical morning, you had a travel mug of coffee in your hand and was dressed professionally in a pencil skirt and blouse (of course you're wearing those damn kitten heels he who shall not be named- as your older brother’s girlfriend calls your ex-fling of sorts- got you.) as you stepped out into the hallway of your apartment. Usually you never saw your neighbor across the hall, but this morning he rushed out the door- his shaggy bronze hair rustling around his shoulders- and his stunning sea-green eyes locked onto yours.

“Why, you must be new. I've never seen you before.” The tall and extremely handsome man smiles flirtatiously at you. Crossing the hall, to stand in front of you, he introduced himself. “Name’s Odysseus Odair.” Doing a little bow, he smiled a bit too brightly, “The pleasure’s all mine, my abalone pearl.”

Holy shit, is the heir of Odair Luxury Cruises your neighbor and flirting with you right now? No. No, it couldn't be. This has to be a dream.

Except it's not a dream and the heir to a large cruise company in District 4 that's based in the Capitol is really your flirty and handsome neighbor.

“You're Poseidon Odair’s son, heir to Odair Luxury Cruises?” Was all you could manage to get out.

“Yes, that's me, but your name would've worked better for your part of the introduction.” He laughed, the sound similar to the kree-ar call a seagull makes. Shaking his head, causing his bronze hair to skirt around his collared dress shirt (which has a few of the buttons undone to show off his tan and toned chest) he teased, “Usually that's how introductions work, pretty pearl, cause I already know who I am and want to know who you are.”

“I'm Y/N Halvir; I only know who you are because I work in the marketing department for your father's company.”

“Yes, your name sounds familiar.” Odysseus nods with a bright, closed lip smile that makes his cheeks dimple. “You need a ride to the office? I was heading there myself.”

You shook your head, quickly turning down his offer. “Oh, no, I don't want to bother you.”

“Oh, trust me, you won't be a bother.” He said with a flirty glint in his sea-green eyes. “In fact, we’ll go to the corner cafe; get some coffee, donuts, and call it our first date.”

You couldn't help, but giggle at his proposition. He couldn't be serious, could he?

But the way his sunshine like smile was aimed towards you made you realize that he was serious.

Which is why you smiled back and said, “Okay, let's have our first date before work.”

Holding his arm out, like a gentleman, Odysseus winked. “I'll even take you out tonight for seafood.” A sultry look appeared in his eyes as he told you, “I’ll make sure that the dessert's a mouthwatering, delicious one for our second date.”

Odysseus' innuendo didn't go unnoticed by you. And after everything you've been thru with Coriolanus, along with being single for roughly a month now, you decided that it was time to stop pouting over somebody that doesn't give a shit about you.

That it was time to let somebody new have a chance at loving you.

“That sounds like a plan.” You smiled, walking down the hallway arm in arm with the tall bronze man that was sculpted like a Greek god of old. “I'll make sure to wear a nice dress for the occasion.”

“Yes, please do. Even if I'm not one for dressing up, the place I'm taking you to does have a dress code.”

“A dress code similar to Avelina's?” You asked, assuming that whatever fancy seafood place Odysseus was taking you too would be similar in fashion sense to the restaurant Coriolanus took you to every year for your birthday, once you turned 19. (Would've been nice to go there more than once a year, but you figured your ex was just too embarrassed to be seen out in public with you too much since you weren't off the same pedigree as him).

“Ugh, I hate that place. It's so stuffy; reeks of old money.” Odysseus complained as the elevator came into view. Shaking his head, he explained, “Ocean Prime's not a black tie affair dress code, like Avelina's, but more of a nice cocktail dress and button up type of dress code.” Coming to a stop at the elevator bank, he pressed the call button for it and asked, “Do you own the classic little black dress? If so, it'd be perfect for dinner tonight.”

Nodding, you simply told him, “I own one.”

And you only owned one because all of the cocktail dresses you owned were commissioned by Coriolanus- for his cousin Tigris to design and make- and they were all various shades of white, red, and pink. You only had one little black dress because you had bought it yourself, with your own hard earned money, off of a clearance rack. It wasn't anything fancy and you never wore it, since Coriolanus always wanted you to match him if and when he took you somewhere.

So, tonight your little black dress will finally get worn. Worn for your second date with a man who seems warm like sunshine with sea-green eyes that twinkle dreamily.

It's been nearly a month since you left Coriolanus and he's not taking it too well. He never thought that you'd truly leave him. He always just assumed that you'd be there.

He knows now that he took you for granted. It's something that he regrets everyday, whether he admits it or not.

And what gnaws at Coriolanus is how you ignored every single attempt he made to win you back. Blocking his number and moving to a new apartment, in his opinion, was an extreme way to avoid him.

Your bitch of a mother, who smoked more than a chimney and drank more than a fish, refused to give Coriolanus your new number. She also refused to tell him your new address. He literally had to pay off somebody in the HR department of Odair Luxury Cruises to get him your new info. Which turned out to be useless since the doorman at the Luxe apartments was very strict when it came to adhering to the wishes of the residents when it came to who was and wasn't allowed to visit or leave things for them and wouldn't let him pass the door. Even when he flashed a large wad of cash at the man, he still refused to budge.

Ugh, moral people were the boil on Coriolanus' ass.

Coriolanus was tempted to just show up and corner you at work, but he ended up deciding against it. But only because he had political ambitions and didn't want a scene to be caused (one that he feels you would cause) that could be damning to his image.

He was sacrificing so much for his political dreams. Listening to Strabo Plinth and getting engaged to Livia Cardew, to gain more wealth and some political goals. Because if he couldn't become a Senator and, of course, after that the President of Panem then wouldn't his greatest sacrifice- his loss of you, be all for nothing?

One afternoon Coriolanus was neck deep in work, but he found himself staring at a framed picture on his desk. It was a picture of the two of you. One that was taken at the Yule Ball during Senior year at the University. It was his favorite picture of the two of you, which is why he has it framed on his desk.

But before he could get lost in the memory of that night, a knock sounded at his office door. Tearing his gaze off of the picture frame, he looked up to the door and simply said, “Come in.”

“Sir, your fiance's here to see you.” Coriolanus' personal secretary, a middle-aged woman who's hot pink lipstick matched her pixie cut, informed him while walking into the office.

“About what, Marge?” Asked Coriolanus while blinking his eyes- attempting to soothe the pain in them from the hot pink overload he was experiencing.

His corneas couldn't handle looking at his secretary’s hot pink paisley print dress since it made her hair stand out more. He also tried not to stare at his employee too rudely while noticing her fuchsia dyed eyebrows and matching pink mascara- that oddly framed a natural eyelid.

Averting his eyes back to his computer, (*cough* his framed picture of you *cough*) Coriolanus told Marge, “I'm busy; I don't have time to deal with her petty antics today.”

“I know that, Sir. I even told Miss Cardew that you're very busy planning the upcoming games, but she wouldn't hear it. She's demanding that I buzz her in; let her see you.”

“Well, don't.” Coriolanus told his secretary because the last thing he wanted to do was talk to his fiance, Livia Cardew.

Gods, how he hated that woman.

“What do you want me to tell her then, Sir?” Marge asked.

“That I'm in a meeting and can't see her at the moment.”

“Okay, but what kind of meeting?” The secretary asked, knowing full well that the dirty blonde Tasmanian devil of a woman out in the lobby would ream her out if she didn't have any details to give her. Saying in a meeting wouldn't suffice that shrew.

“Tell her I'm networking with somebody about the mass installation of mandatory TVs in the districts.” The cold, callous, platinum blonde man said without skipping a beat.

“I thought you successfully had that meeting yesterday?” The secretary asked in a tone that implied she knew her boss was a cunning piece of shit.

“I did, but she doesn't know that.” Coriolanus smirked.

“No, I suppose she doesn't.” Marge giggled. A giddy look took over the middle aged woman's face as she told her boss, “I saw Miss Halvir last night at Ocean’s Prime. It's a seafood restaurant.”

“What's she doing there? She can't afford it with what she makes working in the marketing department of that District 4 based cruise line.” Coriolanus scoffed. Giving his personal secretary a curious look, he asked, “And what were you doing there? I know you can't afford a place like that either.”

Marge fought hard to keep herself from rolling her fuschia framed eyes at Mr. Snow's offhand remarks about money. What both she and you couldn't afford. With a fake and forced smile, she told the imposing platinum blonde, “I was there because my daughter and her partner just celebrated their one year anniversary; the reason for Miss Halvir being there was that she was out on a date.”

“A DATE?!” Coriolanus asked in a loud roar.

A date. How dare you go out on a date. You're not supposed to be going out on dates. You're supposed to be his.

Despite being separated for nearly a month, you still belong to him. Hell, he took your virginity when you both were green kids at the Academy. As far as he's concerned, he owns your pussy.

“Yes, a date.” The bright pink-haired secretary confirmed before telling her boss, “With Odysseus Odair, the heir of Odair Luxury Cruises.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Coriolanus loudly cursed, his icy blue eyes blazing with white hot anger.

You went out on a date to some high priced seafood (Since when did you eat seafood, other than those oysters rockefeller appetizers he orders for you two when he takes you to Avelina's for your birthday?) restaurant with Odair- the biggest manwhore in all of the Capitol! 

What the hell's wrong with you? You accuse him of not loving you, of just wanting you for kinky sexy, but here you are going out on a date with Odysseus Odair. The biggest fuck ‘em and leave ‘em guy in the Capitol. Hell, probably in all of Panem.

Marge was taken aback by her boss's reaction to finding out that you were on a date with Odysseus Odair the previous night. The middle-aged woman's never seen the cold and collective head gamemaker lose control before. And she didn't know how to deal with it.

All she wanted to do was spread some juicy gossip and to maybe tip him off that the Odair heir might be bringing a plus one to his upcoming engagement party; one that he's well acquainted with. Marge certainly wasn't expecting Coriolanus to start flipping his shit.

But what Marge didn't know was that Coriolanus is pea green with envy. That he wants to destroy Odysseus Odair because he's with you.

The woman that he's in love with, even if he won't allow himself to admit his feelings. Because he vowed to never ever fall in love after everything that transpired between him and Lucy Gray that summer he served as a peacekeeper in 12.

But love is something that can't be controlled. And that's something Coriolanus will learn first hand as he does everything in his power to get you back. To win you away from one Odysseus Odair, the bane of his existence.

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[yandere-yearnings]

It Comes On Red Dragons (Male Yandere!Mafia Boss x GN!Reader)

feat. Laurent Sanchez

♡ oneshot, approx. 1.6k words

♡ post-specific warnings: mentions of blood and injury

♡ a/n: the promised christmas fic requested in this ask, i hope you enjoy it nonnie!! i'm super glad laurent is getting love, can you tell he's my favourite haha😭🩷 i had a lot of fun w/ this,, i might just make a part two next year. unedited, not proofread.

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“Take your pick.” Clover’s shoulder nudges yours as she walks past you to the balcony. You catch her eyes and melt a little at the gentleness in the amethyst. On the bed, there’s a few outfits splayed out for your choosing, tailored to a custom-fit that you’ve quickly come to learn is a formality specifically adopted by this mafia. You recalled hearing it was a teaching of the former head, one’s garment was one’s pride — or something of the sort.

The sheets on the mattress crinkled when you sat down, thumbing through layers of silk and satin, trying to make a choice between the cherry reds and chartreuse that stole your attention away from all the other various shades surrounding. Every piece was impeccable. Every piece was made especially for you, so whatever you settled on, you were sure to look good; that’s what Laurent had told you before he’d rushed out.

Three hours to the start of the party, and he still hadn’t returned.

Through frosted glass, you watched Clover’s silhouette lean out and shout muffled directions to the men below. Laughter floated up and the tones fell into one another, a symphony far from the nature of its source. Fabric wrinkled under your palm, you looked down, clenched your teeth and decided you’d just go for this one. What was the point of putting your energy into something you weren’t sure would even be seen by the person you wanted it to be?

When you stood, it was the mirror on the other side of the room that stared back at you. Trefoil-woven, solid dragons carved into a golden frame, so grand you instantly lost your reflection in it. Swallowed up in the quiver of your bottom lip, and the sting that no amount of blinking could soothe. Nails leaving angry red scratches in their wake whilst you stripped, putting on the clothes for the occasion was wrapping back the chains around your heart you were not supposed to let loosen. You had been told time and time again, if you continued to wait with flowers you would inevitably be bringing them to a grave. Even then, it wasn’t something you could help — being worried — you felt you had the right to be.

Behind you, Clover clears her throat, closing the sliding doors with her back turned to them. There’s a light dusting of snow dispersed in her neatly styled curls, half-melted, looking like glitter when she tilted her head at you. “You’re tense,” she assessed, advancing to you and smoothing out a crease on your sleeve, “still afraid?”

Her demeanour was ever graceful, and you took it in like it could ease your nerves. Wondering how Clover could remain as calm and unperturbed as always when her best friend was out there, when she’d watched him leave and knew his life would be hanging up as the largest target on the front lines. You supposed the uneasiness that was eating you up inside was something she had long been desensitised to. Somewhere, you were envious. If only you could have as much control as she did.

“I just…” your gaze fell to the patterned rug beneath your feet, and you licked your dry lips, “heard the gunshots.”

“Ah.” Clover returns your concern with a rare expression, akin to surprise. “The music’s not loud enough.”

You raised a brow. “You were trying to drown them out?”

“No,” she answers swiftly, “I was trying to make good use of the far-too expensive speaker system we had installed for tonight. This is Juan’s fault. Mariah Carey should’ve had everyone’s ears bleeding out by now.”

For the first time since noon had rolled around, you found yourself cracking a smile. “You’re not gonna chew him out, are you?” You followed Clover out to the landing where she tipped her head over the balustrade in search of the man in question. “I’m starting to think Juan might quit at this rate.”

“Please,” Clover dismissed the comment with a wave, “he likes Laurent too much to even consider it. Oh— speak of the devil.”

“What, did you find him already?” the laughter in your tone died when you finally caught sight of who Clover was pointing at. Rather than a frazzled Juan who you were expecting to see, it was Laurent — clutching his side and greeting the members on the lower floor with a smile as he entered the building with his entourage. 

You’d run down the stairs so fast, Clover hadn’t even finished taking a headcount.

“Laurent!” Out of breath, your fingers grasping at his shoulders to pull him to his full height, then for leverage when your focus zeroed in on the blood seeping through the torn fibres of his suit.

“It’s nice to see you too,” his clean hand cupped your face, voice airy when he leaned closer to you, dimples making themselves known. “Hey. It’s okay. I’m alright. It’s just a graze.”

Chest falling, throat tight, reaching out to touch him and hearing him hitch on an inhale. “Don’t lie to me.” You bit your lip. “Don’t fucking—”

Laurent took your wrist. “If it’s more than that, I will still live,” he said, and brought it up to leave a kiss that smeared his lips in his own tinge of red, “we have some talented guys. Álvaro is always happy to see me.”

“I am not.” A tired voice cuts in, and you turn your head to see the mafia’s most trusted — and feared — doctor shining a torch into another member’s eye. “What? A chariot won’t fall out of the fucking sky for either of you,” he sighs as you remain rooted in the entryway, “haul ass to the med wing, I’m behind you.”

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You’d never seen tenderness on an angry man, but contrary to his own complaints, Álvaro had patched Laurent up meticulously. Thankfully, no one had been gravely injured on the job, and as much as your heart remained surging over Laurent’s wound, it had been largely nonfatal. He was lying down shirtless, trying to get you to concentrate on him rather than the injury — calling out your name, increasingly apologetic each second you went without responding.

“We’re so lucky it wasn’t a major evolution,” you sighed finally, when you’d snapped to, and stifled laughter had your sights turning to glare at the cause of your distress. “What?”

“I think—” Laurent curled away from you, and you almost mistook it for pain before he finished his sentence, giggling, “I think you meant avulsion.”

“Wow,” your brows rose in disbelief, “who died and made you medical professional? Actually, who’s fault do you think it is that everything Álvaro said went through one ear?”

Knuckle wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye, he answered: “mine,” and then apologised softly. Genuinity that could not be mistaken pooled in the way he reached out for you, in warm skin and a pulse you never wanted to feel change pace. “Hey,” Laurent whispered, “don’t you wanna go join the party?”

“Not unless Santa himself comes and drags me away on his sleigh,” you huffed. “I’ll stay by you, can’t have you getting lonely here while everyone enjoys themselves, can we?”

“Are they?” he perked; had you cradling his face from the magnetism of his sincerity.

“Of course they are.” There was no doubt about it. Beyond the walls, Christmas festivities were in full swing amongst the members. It was almost strange, to hear Jingle Bell Rock being sung as loudly as it was by the mafia of all groups, yet, you supposed this was what Laurent worked so hard for. Any sacrifice for these small securities, so that under his roof, everyone could return to their roots — simply people trying to survive amongst people. You admired that.

Carding through his hair, soft brown locks kissing back at your fingertips, you tracked the tension deliquesce and run off his shoulders easy. “Anyway,” Laurent lurches when you skim over the reddened skin peeking from his bandages. His dragon has colour bursting from it now, it looks alive. “There goes our outfit coordination plan.”

“We can still do that.”

“Yeah,” you snicker, gesturing to yourself, “let me just take this off and we can both match.”

“Why is that the first place your mind goes?” sitting up with a chuckle, he shakes his head. “I’ll go change. We should spend the night celebrating with everyone.”

Trailing behind him needlessly with the intention of, likely unsuccessfully, catching him if he fell, you found yourselves stopped at the doorway in little time, exchanging looks. Outside, there was quiet shuffling and a not-so-quiet clash of badly hushed profanities. Some of the voices you could recognise instantly; Juan’s ever apprehensive commentary undercut by a group dismissal, Diego’s snickering and a tired sound of bewilderment from Clover. From your peripheral, you caught Laurent’s eyes crinkle, hiding brilliant emerald as he let his weight rest on the frame, waiting in patience for the crowd to disperse on the other side. 

“They never let up, do they?” Laurent’s expression was entirely endeared when he opened the door at last, staring up at the mistletoe that hung overhead, and then at you.

“I like that about them,” you confessed, drawing closer, “works in my favour.”

Your lips touched, delicate, unknotting all the agonising thoughts bundled up inside of you. Careful where you rested your palm, the pads of your fingers brushed up against gauze and you let it be. Taught your heart that it could hold its silence — that all it was is that your gift this Christmas came on red dragons.

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When We Think of Love

Rowaelin Month 2024, Day 11 & 12: Song Fic & Forbidden Love @rowaelinscourt. inspired by "Soul Tied" by Ashley Singh

Word count: 3k

Warnings: angst. and pain. the song is quite sad. i'm so sorry.

A/N: this is a sort-of Regency era AU, so the language might be a little weird hahaha. also, Frederick got out of the basement. enjoy...?

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Even though the gown was the latest fashion and only had two layers of skirts with a single underskirt and lightweight wore structure holding up its shape, Aelin felt weighed down by the fine silk that draped her frame, its rosy pink color completely at odds with the grey numbness clouding her mind. 

“You are a vision,” her mother announced, sweeping elegantly into Aelin’s dressing chamber. Evalin Ashryver, Duchess of Orynth, never walked. She floated, and she had taught her only daughter to do the same from the time she could stand. “But why are you pensive, my dear?”

“Simply lost in thought, I suppose.” Aelin painted a soft smile onto her lips. “Mayhap I am a bit nervous for tonight.” 

“As it is well you may be.” Evalin touched her daughter’s satin-gloved hand with her own. “I recall clearly the day my own parents announced my betrothal to your father. I declare I may not remember anything else from that evening.” 

Aelin gave the skirts a gentle shake, letting the fine silk drape more fluidly over the subtle hoops rounding out its shape. “Let us hope His Majesty is pleased with the arrangement, yes?” 

“Of course he is,” Evalin said, brushing away Aelin’s underlying concern. “The prince is the most advantageous match we could have made for you, Aelin dear, and Orlon has long been looking at the benefit of a military tie with Anielle. I know the two of you have only met a handful of times, but there will be ample time for you to become acquainted during the wedding preparations.” 

“I suppose there will be.” Aelin shifted her gaze back to the mirror, resisting the urge to reach up and rip the delicate silver tiara from its perch atop the coils of her hair. She was fourth in the succession for the throne of Terrasen, and she had grown accustomed to the ways in which her family demonstrated their royal position, but there were ever so many moments when she wanted nothing more than to abandon the crown and its weight and flee into the depths of the Oakwald. 

There, parted from society, she could be with her love. 

A soft knock rapped on the door, and Aelin’s lady’s maid entered, curtsying politely to Evalin. “Pardon, milady, Your Grace, but His Grace is ready.” 

“Thank you, Kaltain,” Aelin said. She turned to her mother. “We likely should not keep Father waiting; we know how quickly he disappears into his study if he does not have to make an appearance.” Evalin laughed softly and led Aelin out into the hallway and down the stairs, finding Rhoe waiting at the base of the sweeping staircase, fidgeting with his gloves. 

“Ah, there you are,” he said, looking up. “You look so lovely, my Fireheart.” He squeezed Aelin’s hands and leaned in to whisper into her ear. “I would embrace you, but your mother might strangle me for crinkling your dress.” 

She snickered. “She very well might.” 

“None of that unladylike noise,” Evalin hissed, prodding Aelin with her paper fan. She nodded at the pair of footmen by the double doors leading to the ballroom. “Shall we?” 

“I am as ready as I can be,” Aelin whispered as she placed her hand on her father’s arm. “Only help me not to fall.” 

“Of course.” Rhoe let Evalin glide into the ballroom, nodding and smiling and exchanging greetings with the swarm of beautifully dressed nobility gathered there, and at the swell of the small orchestra in the corner, he led Aelin into the throng. 

She fixed her smile firmly in place but coasted her gaze over the sea of blurred faces, seeking an anchor in the pair of pine eyes that seared into her soul. Catching Rowan’s gaze, she let loose a fraction of her anguish, silently crying her grief to him across the sea of elegantly clad gentry. 

Please forgive me.

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Rowan Alexander Whitethorn, heir to the Duchy of Doranelle, had known Aelin since they were both small children. His family estate bordered her family holdings, but his father had only recently been elevated to the title of Duke, honored for his many years of service to King Orlon. Rowan vividly remembered the day he had first met Aelin—he was ten and she was seven, and she was a golden-blonde blur of motion on the back of a silvery mare galloping through the forest between their lands. 

“Whoa, there!” he cried in his childish voice, and he caught up with her as she managed to rein in her horse. “Are you quite alright?” 

She gave him a stare far too imperious to be coming from a young girl and tossed her hair with a sniff. “Kasida and I are perfectly fine, even though we are alone. I do not need to slouch along at a snail’s pace like my governess insists.” 

Rowan couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Pardon me, but I can’t imagine you…slouching along like that, miss…” He trailed off. “Um…” 

Her stare melted into a bright smile. “I’m Aelin. My papa is the duke of Orynth.” She held out her small hand, and he shook it. 

“And I am Rowan. My father is the duke of Doranelle.” 

“So we’re neighbors!” Aelin beamed. “I ride away from my governess very often, and I like this forest quite a lot.” 

“I like the forest too,” Rowan admitted. “It’s quieter than the manor.” 

“Sometimes I dream about living in the forest forever,” Aelin said, an odd kind of yearning flickering across her face. “But anytime I even mention it, my mama scolds me for reading too many faerie stories.” She shrugged. “I still like riding here.” 

“Miss Aelin!” The high-pitched cry echoed through the trees, and Aelin sighed. 

“That’s my governess. I ought to go and find her before she gets lost.” She smiled at Rowan again, and he felt the warmth of it in his soul. “It was nice to meet you, Rowan!” 

He managed to mumble some kind of farewell as she turned her horse around and rode off, only forming proper words once she was out of sight. It was nice to meet you too, Aelin. 

She had told the truth about riding in the forest often, and it became a habit of theirs to ride through the woods together, trading stories of what they were doing and wondering what the Oakwald, the near-mythical forest that spanned western Terrasen, would be like. As they grew older, Aelin’s stories turned from school lessons to etiquette lessons, and she had such a knack for imitating the stuffy old people at her family’s banquets that she made Rowan cry from laughter. Still, he allowed her to practice her lessons and her dancing with him, ignoring how frequently she trod on his toes when she was learning a new dance. 

And their childhood friendship turned into a partnership of sorts, a series of stolen moments of freedom and secret glances across a ballroom or dining room when their families were at a gathering together. Since she was not yet out in society, she was still largely overlooked during those events, and she was free to send him into stitches of laughter with her impersonations of the visiting nobility. He even asked her to dance several times, and she pretended to be a simpering debutante but still counted the music under her breath. He caught her any time she stumbled, and he caught each of her smiles too.

He was eighteen when he realized he had fallen in love with her. 

But she was only fifteen, so he kept it to himself, forcing himself to stay within the lines of friendship yet falling more in love with her every time she flicked a hidden glance at him during a long, boring dinner. She grew a bit more distant over the next few years, caught up in her mother’s constant lady lessons and working so hard—too hard—to be the portrait of a perfect lady, but at her eighteenth birthday ball, he worked up the courage to ask her for a dance. 

The smile that broke across her face, as bright and warm as it had been since the day he met her, kindled a wildfire in his heart. And late that night, hidden in a little-used gazebo in a corner of the Galathynius estate’s gardens, Rowan Whitethorn kissed Aelin Galathynius for the first time, and his heart surged towards hers.

Aelin made her debut at twenty, a few years later than traditional, but her parents had wanted her to wait a while longer so that society would be anticipating her debut. After all, she was fourth in line for the throne, and her marriage would undoubtedly be a topic of gossip and news from the moment she became eligible. Rowan longed for the day when he could bring her flowers and walk beside her in public, when he could finally bring the years of his love for her into the light of day, but he hesitated at the thought of exposing that delicate piece of his heart to the scrutiny of society and of Evalin Ashryver. For Aelin’s mother was a well-respected duchess, but he had seen the effects of her demanding nature on her daughter, and he feared the repercussions of her disapproval. 

He suspected, as he knew Aelin did, that one day their secret courtship would either have to be brought into the light of day or be torn apart by circumstance, but neither of them had wanted to address it. The unspoken bond between them was too precious, too beloved to be so shattered. 

Since her eighteenth birthday, he had courted her in secret, stealing precious moments and pieces of her heart beneath starry skies, foggy mornings, and shaded corners. He guarded every tiny bit of her with his life, from the letters in her tidy script that he kept tucked into his jacket pocket to the faint trace of her perfume that lingered on his collar when she kissed him. Although he could not shout his love for her from the rooftops, he reveled in their masked touches, in the flicker of humor in her eyes when she caught his gaze, in the echo of her laughter when he took her to the empty greenhouse on his family’s land and danced with her there under the sunset. With every encounter, he felt his soul drawn more and more towards hers, felt more and more as if his life were irrevocably tied to hers. 

And when he saw her across the ballroom that evening, when he caught sight of the tiara in her hair and the proud smiles on her parents’ faces and the man in the military jacket standing beside her mother at the front of the ballroom, when her eyes caught his and an ocean of anguish opened in them for a brief, wrenching moment, he felt that tie fracture. 

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Aelin’s first kiss had been Rowan. 

Her first everything had been Rowan, the only one close enough to her heart to hold its fragile pieces and treat them with tenderness rather than callousness. From laughter-filled memories of her childhood to secret, stolen moments in the gardens during banquets and balls before her debut, to the all-too-few snatches of time she had been able to steal with him after her debut, when she wanted nothing more than his kisses and his gentle, reassuring words. 

She’d known for a long while, deep in the back of her mind, that her marriage would be a political one, for she was high in the line of succession. While it was unlikely that she would ever inherit, since Orlon could just as easily name someone else as his successor, her parents still strategized over which eligible noble could marry their daughter. They had settled on Prince Chaol Westfall of Anielle, the third son of the Prince of Anielle and a well-respected military officer. For him, marriage to Aelin was a massive step up, because he was so far down in the succession for the throne of Adarlan that he’d probably never known he was in line. For her, the marriage would secure military ties between Terrasen and Adarlan, a powerful alliance of nations. 

She did not know the man save for a few cursory meetings. 

At least, she supposed as she walked up to his side, he was not terribly hard on the eyes. He was even passably attractive, if a lady was drawn to brown-haired men in military uniforms with all the apparent personality of boiled potatoes. 

“Your Highness,” Aelin murmured, dipping in a graceful curtsy to Chaol. “It is an honor.” 

“The honor is entirely mine, Your Royal Highness,” he replied, bowing low. 

With a flourish, Rhoe and Evalin turned out towards the assembled crowd, Aelin still with her hand on her father’s arm. The crown quieted, and Rhoe smiled warmly. “We have delightful news for all of you this fine evening. Our daughter, Aelin, has accepted the hand of Prince Chaol Westfall in marriage, and with all good hope, they shall be married in two months’ time!” Applause rippled through the ballroom, and Aelin mentally prepared herself for an evening of simpering congratulations. Beaming at her, Rhoe lifted her hand from his arm and placed it ceremonially into Chaol’s hand, linking the hands of the young couple. 

“Would you like to dance?” Chaol asked, polite but also perceptive—he’d picked up on her unwillingness to be faced with a string of saccharine compliments from the noble ladies. 

She flicked him a crooked grin. “I would love to.”

He led her onto the polished parquet floor and swept her into a waltz, his steps sure and practiced, quick and light on his feet. She must have murmured in surprise, because he grinned, the expression almost boyish. “I took dancing lessons too, once upon a time.” 

“I almost forgot you were nobility under all that military regalia,” she teased. To her pleasant surprise, she found it easy to make conversation with Chaol, albeit mostly small talk and nothing about important issues. As the dance drew to a close, she skimmed her gaze across the ballroom and, once again, caught Rowan’s tormented eyes, his look a caress of her heart. 

Determination sparked suddenly in Rowan’s expression, and he meandered through the crowd, joining the queue of congratulatory nobility, but when he reached Aelin, he bowed like any other eligible gentleman and reached for her dance card. “Might you have a dance for me, my lady?” 

“I believe I do,” she said lightly, pretending this was just another ball and he was just another man who had asked her to dance. Chaol, who had no idea who Rowan was, simply shook Rowan’s hand and accepted his civil words, not noticing the well-concealed grief beneath the congratulations. 

Rowan escorted Aelin onto the dance floor, and he placed one gloved hand at the curve of her waist and took her hand in his free one. As he led her through the sweeping, intricate curves of the dance, he subtly tugged her just a fraction closer than appropriate, just an inch nearer to the unsteady pulse of his heart. “Did you know?” he murmured, and her fractured heart cleaved further at the anguish that pierced his words. 

“No,” she whispered, and she looked into his eyes, baring the depth of her own anguish to him. “I did not.” 

His gaze flicked out the open windows, glancing for an instant towards the expansive gardens, knowing the privacy they could steal, if only for a moment, out there. “One moment?” he asked, turning her smoothly in a circle so her skirts flared out in a perfect arc. 

“One moment,” she agreed, and she folded the mask of happiness back across her face. Rowan bowed over her hand as the dance ended, his lips just barely skimming the satin of her glove. He let her walk back towards Chaol, towards her parents, and he took an opposite course, stopping to dance with another young lady before he covertly stepped out a side door and disappeared into the gardens. 

Aelin waited a few more minutes before she touched Chaol’s shoulder and whispered to him that she needed a moment for relief, and she quietly slipped out a different side door, one that led directly to a refreshing room. Before she could reach the powder room, though, she turned down a different hall and went outdoors, entering the gardens through a little-known side gate. Her heart guided her down the familiar paths of the labyrinth, and she found Rowan in an alcove near the center, seated on a stone bench cast half in shadow by the faint sliver of moonlight. 

“Rowan,” she breathed, heart thumping unsteadily. 

In a rushed blur, his lips were on hers, his arms firm and strong around her waist, supporting her as her legs buckled. She cupped the back of his head and kissed him hard, desperate, the ache in her heart poured into the press of her lips, the curl of her tongue. When she drew back, tears shone in her eyes, but she tipped her head back so they could not fall. 

“I love you, Rowan,” she whispered. Simple, true, broken. 

Tenderly, his thumb stroked the line of her jaw. “I love you, Aelin.” Simple, true, ruined. “But you are betrothed.” He took a single step back, wrenching himself away from the woman who had brought warmth and healing and love into his life. Wordless, she could only nod, every regret and wish that shone in her eyes tamped down by the force of duty. 

She straightened her skirts, righted the dainty tiara in her coiffure, adjusted her gloves, and with one final lingering heart-searing gaze, she left the alcove, heading back into the manor, back towards her family and her betrothed and her duty. So too Rowan turned and walked out of the gardens, but he circled the side of the manor, went into the drive, and signaled his coachman. He climbed into his carriage, closed the door, rapped on the roof, and set his course for home. 

Where his own arranged betrothal awaited him.

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My little quest to find the most iconic dresses for Montgomery's girls.

None of the pictures is mine. They are all from Pinterest. They may be historically inaccurate. They are also not ideal :).

Valancy Stirling:

"She got a pretty green crêpe dress with a girdle of crimson beads, at a bargain sale, a pair of silk stockings, to match, and a little crinkled green hat with a crimson rose in it." (The Blue Castle).

"She had a little smoke-blue chiffon which she always put on when they spent the evening at home—smoke-blue with touches of silver about it." (The Blue Castle).

My idea of what Valancy's (borrowed) masquerade dress MIGHT have looked like.

"Once they did go to a masquerade dance in the pavilion at one of the hotels up the lake, and had a glorious evening, but slipped away in their canoe, before unmasking time, back to the Blue Castle." (The Blue Castle).

Emily Byrd Starr

On the left: "It is to be of shot silk, blue in one light, silver in others, like a twilight sky, glimpsed through a frosted window-pane—with a bit of lace-foam here and there, like those little feathers of snow clinging to my window-pane." (Emily Climbs)

On the right: "An arrow of rhinestones in her dark hair—she had hair that wore jewels well—lent the necessary note of brilliance to the new dress of silvery-green lace over a pale-blue slip that became her so well." (Emily's Quest).

On the left: "it was a pretty crepe thing, of a pinkish-grey—the shade, I think, which was then called ashes-of-roses—and was made collarless—a great concession on Elizabeth's part—with the big puffed sleeves that look very absurd to-day, but which, like every other fashion, were pretty and piquant when worn by the youth and beauty of their time." (Emily Climbs).

On the right: "I want you to wear harebell blue gauze over ivory taffeta for your bridesmaid dress, darling" (Emily's Quest).

Anne Shirley:

"Oh, how pretty it was—a lovely soft brown gloria with all the gloss of silk; a skirt with dainty frills and shirrings; a waist elaborately pintucked in the most fashionable way, with a little ruffle of filmy lace at the neck. But the sleeves—they were the crowning glory! Long elbow cuffs, and above them two beautiful puffs divided by rows of shirring and bows of brown-silk ribbon." (Anne of Green Gables).

"In her light dress, with her slender delicacy, she made him think of a white iris." (Anne of Island).

Rilla Blythe

"Miss Oliver, shall I wear my white dress tonight or my new green one? The green one is by far the prettier, of course, but I'm almost afraid to wear it to a shore dance for fear something will happen to it." (Rilla of Ingleside).

Pat Gardiner:

On the right: "Pat slipped into the house and flung a bright-hued scarf over her brown dress with its neck-frill of pleated pink chiffon. She always thought she looked nicer in that dress than any other." (Pat of Silver Bush).

On the left: "Pat had on her blue linen afternoon dress...which, incidentally, was the most becoming thing she owned."(Pat of Silver Bush).

And bonus:

Robin Stuart

"She wore a dress of pale yellow taffeta, with a great rose of deeper yellow velvet at one of her beautiful shoulders. Jane thought she looked like a lovely golden princess, with the slender flame of the diamond bracelet on the creamy satin of her arm."(Jane of Lantern Hill).

"[M]other came in to kiss her good night, cool, slim and fragrant, in a dress of rose crêpe with little wisps of lace over the shoulders. Mother's blue eyes seemed to mist a little."(Jane of Lantern Hill).

"She wore a green dress the first time I saw her...well, if any other girl had worn the dress, it would have been a green dress and nothing more. On Robin it was magic ...mystery...the robe of Titania. I would have kissed the hem of it." (Jane of Lantern Hill).

Another bonus (because her style is so iconic):

Ilse Burnley

"Ilse in a yellow silk gown the colour of her hair and a golden-brown hat the colour of her eyes, giving you the sensation that a gorgeous golden rose was at large in the garden." (Emily's Quest).

"Ilse, a glorified shining creature in torquoise-blue taffeta, looking the queen with a foam of laces on her full bosom and rose-and-silver nosegays at her shoulder." (Emily's Quest).

Hope you enjoyed this little compilation:) Feel free to add more ideas!

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Oralie and Kenric thoughts?

Bro they are so stupid

Smartest morons you'll ever met in your entire life but soooo so stupid.

Kenric is a walking fashion disaster but unlike Terik who is 'mad hatter crazy rich eccentric uncle' vibes Kenric just looks like shit. Not a fashionable bone in his body and Oralie would rather shot herself in the foot than stand next to him during public appearances and yet willingly chooses the chair next to him anyway like a dumbass.

They're the worst two people to work with because they'll disagree on the stupidest fucking detail that legitimately does not matter and someone please but Liora out of her misery she is begging.

Oralie's tower is pink and perfect and at first it just seems like it's begging for a stain or a crumb but Kenric can see past all of that satin and silk and know that under all the frills Oralie is a mess.

Kenric's tower is oddly cozy but none of this furniture fucking matches, it's like he saw anything on the curb and picked it up as it was. Oralie can't tell if this man does it on purpose and is just really really really committed to the bit or if he genuinely is this incompetent when it comes to making two things look okay being next to each other. It's a mystery. It despite the horrendous furniture and Kenric, the tower is just the best place to find a good window seat to curl up in with a good book and soooo many snacks! Kenric loves to snack! His pantry is stocked with almost any snack, small meal, or tiny nibble.

Oralie keeps the paper industry up and running with how many sticky notes and scrolls she buys, she has three whole jars of pens, pencils, and quills that either don't work, are begging to be put down, or are hanging on by a thread but she likes them too much to throw them away so she spends a solid 16 seconds any time she's at her desk trying to find a pen that works (you'd think she'd have it memorized which ones work and which don't but she buys multiple of the same damn pen, it drives Kenric mad)

They're gossips

They're such horrible horrible gossips

Kenric likes to bother Oralie because she's a workaholic and what the hell is she going to do? Leave her precious work? I don't think so, gossip time >:)

They both stay up late super often so sometimes Kenric goes to Oralie, sometimes Oralie goes to Kenric. Its complicated but also so very very simple. Sometimes Oralie has wrapped herself up in far to many 'what if's and 'possibilities' she's capable of knitting a stress sweater and sometimes Kenric lets himself go too far in his own mind. Sometimes they just need each other, whether they know they do or they don't.

At Galas Oralie and the rest of the women alternate who they walk in with or dance with etc. Oralie dancing or walking in with Kenric is not fu of the romantic tension you think it is because they're fucking gossiping (Again with the gossiping). Oralie is observant and quick and Kenric is a nosy nosy man. When they dance Oralie makes it a point to at least bump her shoe against Kenric's a couple of times, usually in response to a lame joke or when he teases her. When they get to the point where they're absolutely mad about each other and everyone and their wanderling Grandmother can see if their dancing is...different.

They still banter and they still bicker. They haven't lost the 'magic' but like people...things change. They grow and they become something new. And change isn't a bad thing it's just change. And neither mind this new rhyme added to their dances. Kenric can tell when Oralie is going to tap her heel against his shoe, she has this little crinkle between her brows when she's focusing and he's spent long enough noticing all her little quirks and habits to tell when she's getting ready to do it. And he lets her. He thinks it's cute that she's still so fiery, that she hasn't let her stubborn side slip just because things are different now. They both know its different But they're councillors. They can't be fully different. Oralie's duty is to her promise, the oaths and swears she made when she was sworn in. She's too self-destructive to allow herself to be happy above her job. Even if it's her personal duty to herself to be happy.

For now they just dance

Maybe in another life, in another world, another time it will be them

[whiskey-bumblebee]

Hold Me Closer

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: mentions of sickness (common cold), reader uses she/her pronouns, hotch briefly kinkshames panty-sniffers

Your foresight has always been startling to Hotch.

You're walking, hand in hand, across a small bridge when you pull away to sneeze into the crook of your elbow.

Aaron raises his eyebrows at you, silently asking if you're okay. You know that if you indicated you weren't, he'd step up to bat against that sneeze. How exactly, you weren't sure, but he'd find a way.

"I'm going to be sick by tomorrow morning," You say plainly.

"How can you possibly-"

"I just know," You reply, conspicuously not taking Aaron's hand again. "And I'm not going to get you sick, so keep your distance," You're smiling, but he knows you're serious.

___

Sure enough, the next morning, Aaron wakes up to the sound of you packing some clothes into a duffel bag. He panics at first.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm sick," You reply, and he hears it in your voice. Your nose is congested, your throat scratchy.

"So you're moving out?"

He snuggles deeper under the covers, relishing the last few minutes of comfort before a long day of death and paperwork.

"I'm just going to stay in the spare room," You explain. "I'll still use the kitchen and whatever, it's just a cold, but I don't think we should sleep together until I'm better."

It's the first time you've been sick during your relationship with Aaron, and he's surprised how seriously you're taking it.

"Honey, you know I don't mind catching whatever you've got," He explains lovingly. "Let me take care of you."

You stop wrestling with the bag's zip for a moment and look over at him.

"This is only a little bit about you," You start, choosing your words carefully. "I don't want to get you sick because then you'll have to take time off. If you take time off, people might literally die. And then that's on me."

"I'm not sure I follow your logic," He says slowly. "That's a big burden you're putting on yourself, honey."

You shrug. "Just promise me you'll take care of yourself? I know you might not agree, but it matters to me."

There's a sad expression on his face, but he nods. "Alright. Can I hug you before I leave for work?"

You're hesitant.

"I promise I'll take a hot shower right after. Blast all the germs right off me."

In truth, you were easily convinced. You loved Aaron, and you loved touching him. It would be hard not to hold him until you fully recovered.

"Okay," You murmur, and he springs out of bed like a man 30 years younger.

You tuck your face into his body, and let his strong arms encircle you. He doesn't kiss the side of your head, like he normally does. It's a lovely, warm moment, and all is right in the world. You take a deep breath, inhaling his scent and hoping it sticks in your lungs all week.

"Okay," He whispers. "I'm going to take a shower. If you want to join me, I won't ask any questions."

He pulls away, and his boyish smile almost gets the best of you. He's like a magnet.

"I'm going to be strong," You reply, kneeling down to pick up the duffel so you can take it into the spare room. Aaron tosses you your silk pillow once you have a free hand.

"Don't forget this," He teases. "Every princess needs her satin pillow."

"It's silk," You stress. "And you bought this for me, remember?"

He looks at you, smiling.

"What?" You ask.

"I love you," He replies. "I know it's funny to say, but I'll miss you. Even if you're just in the next room over."

"I love you too, and we can talk through the wall," You affirm. "And if you get really desperate," You glance pointedly at your laundry hamper. "You can always take a pair of my-"

Aaron's nose crinkles at that, and he shakes his head. "No thanks. Too many unsubs..."

You nod, not needing him to elaborate further. "Okay, now please get out."

He holds up his hands playfully, but does as you ask, heading to the ensuite bathroom.

"Do you need your toothbrush?"

You almost laugh at how hard it is to disentangle yourself from the life you both share, even if it's only for a week, and a distance of approximately three metres.

"Yeah," You reply. "I'll come and get it when you're done."

___

"You look like your cat got hit by a car," Rossi says, pulling Aaron aside. "What the hell happened?"

Hotch frowns. "Me and my partner are long distance this week."

Penelope, somehow, manages to overhear that, and within seconds, is just beside the two men. "Where did she go? She didn't mention anything to me." She looks a little dejected.

"Private conversation, Garcia," Rossi interjects, gesturing for her to close the door.

"It's alright, Dave," Aaron replies. "She moved into the spare bedroom."

Rossi laughs a little. "The spare bedroom?"

Aaron's frown deepens. "She's sick, and she said she didn't want to risk me catching her cold."

It's almost as if little pink cartoon hearts flutter around Penelope's head, and she smiles widely. "That's so sweet."

"So no sex?" Derek asks.

"When did you get here?" Aaron asks exasperatedly, glancing around the corner where he and Rossi were standing. To his surprise, the whole team had gathered to eavesdrop. Aaron rolls his eyes.

"Back to work, everyone. And please, no more prying into my private life. I'm sure you wouldn't want me looking into yours either."

The team disperses at that, returning to their desks in the bullpen.

"The spare bedroom?" Rossi repeats, this time in a whisper.

"What's the longest you ever went without seeing your wife?" Aaron replied.

"I've been separated from Diane for-"

"Not separated," Aaron clarified, his jaw clenched. "Apart."

Rossi gives up and shrugs. "I didn't love any of them like you love her, Hotch."

"She's a saint," Aaron murmurs. "I don't know-"

"-What you did to deserve her, okay loverboy, back to kill-y kill-y stabby stabby." Rossi steers him by the shoulders for a few steps until Aaron brushes him off. "Otherwise you might as well be with her at home."

___

Five long days pass. It's torture, for Aaron to hear you coughing through the wall at night. Every now and again, he hears your footsteps and tries to imagine you walking to and from the bathroom, or to and from the kitchen. He tries to imagine what your hair looks like, what you're wearing.

He sits beside the wall every night at 9.

"I love you," He says, just loud enough for it to carry through the plaster.

"I love you too."

"How are you feeling?"

"Almost there," You reply. "I'm just so cold."

"Have you got the heater running? I could start a fire?"

Your laugh is muffled, but he'd recognize the sound anywhere.

"I have the heater running."

You both go to your separate beds, and hours pass. Aaron sleeps uneasily without you beside him. His phone vibrates with a text and he looks at the screen immediately.

< I'm really cold. Could you bring me one of the spare blankets?

He thinks for a moment.

He walks over to the linen cupboard in the hallway, and pulls out your favourite blanket for movie nights. You almost always fell asleep when you were under it. It had a pleasant weight, and it was certainly warm.

He also puts on a surgical mask, looping the elastics around his ears and squeezing the wire to fit his prominent nose.

He knocks twice, and you call out weakly.

He opens the door and takes a single step inside. You don't move, so he walks over to the bed to drape the blanket over you. You're lying in the position you always sleep in when he spoons you, and he can't help himself. He slips into bed behind you, dropping the blanket on the foot of the bed.

"Hey," He murmurs, expecting you to chide him.

"Hey," You murmur back.

"Is this okay?"

You nod. "Pass me a mask?"

He takes one from the stack on your bedside table and passes it over your shoulder. You fit it to your face. His body is warm against yours, and you can't help but snuggle into him, making sure your face isn't facing his. You click into place just as you always have.

"Can I stay?" He whispers.

"Until I fall asleep?" You bargain.

"Okay," He replies.

And for the first time ever, he hopes that you have a long, sleepless night ahead of you.

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 80 - indoors fashion in 1925

Edith has blue moving into her wardrobe this season in a prominence it didn’t have before, but she’s markedly toning down on the peach and coral shades. Let’s see what she chooses for business chic and for homely comfort.

This first outfit is, alongside Mary’s first indoor outfit of the season, only seen from afar and briefly before it never shows up again, so I never get a close-up look at Edith’s brown shirt. It pairs well enough with the blue silk satin skirt, and I like the long tassels waist tie as a playful addition. My feelings about cloche hats remain mixed.

Time to, again, out myself as a hypocrite, because while I have complained about this exact style of tie-looped-through-a-hole-in-the-dress style before, this is one of my favorites. I guess it’s because the tie loop sits right at the neckline and thus doesn’t look quite so random. Also, who could resist this print? It’s gorgeous, like painted Moroccan tiles but in brown and cream with the subtler red curlicues woven in. The gathered skirt is elegant, the cuffs pick up the white of the tie – overall, a very beautifully composed dress.

This steel blue suit is one of Edith’s preferred business outfits. I personally like it better with the first blouse and the little neck tie; the yellow ruffle jabot looks a little stuffy to me, but there’s no complaints about the color pairing. Something I noticed is that Edith in her office get-ups dresses quite similarly to her female employees – neat, stylish, but not betraying at first sight that Edith comes from a considerably wealthier background. The whole look is kept simple in 1920’s sleek lines, the only decoration element the little button closure at the left hip. And what lovely button rows they are!

Little brighter sky blue, and Edith pairs the checkered (?) vest with her preferred business blouse with the double tie collar. Love this blouse, and it gives this outfit a little necessary touch of smart when the vest could easily come off a little grandpa-ish. Also, I would like to know if the front of her skirt is just drapey or if they put in a box pleat to achieve the way it falls.

A black dress, but Edith wouldn’t be Edith if she didn’t embrace funky prints, in this case in white and red, to give the fabric something to do. The way it drapes and the translucence visible at her shoulder makes me think it could be chiffon, and Edith brings back the little tie collar and, to make it pop a little, a plain black front panel that reaches around her neckline.

Hm. A nice dress, in theory. Only, later in that episode, Edith completes the ensemble by slapping the matching cardigan on top of it. And while this cardigan is sweet with the asymmetrical opening and the rounded corners, it firstly robs me of the nice color contrast between the red checker and the cream blouse, and it secondly is not flattering for her figure which is saying something because the Crawley girls are all very thin. Also, I don’t like the cutesy bow. The dress itself is pretty though; Edith rarely goes for jewel shades, and the fabric seems to have a pile, so it might be quite warm.

Pretty similar to the dress she was wearing for breakfast further up, in that it’s black working with print in red and white shades, although I would rather describe it as silver and copper here, and they flow more into each other because the colors aren’t blotted onto the ground in contrasting shapes. It has a V neckline and one of those nice gathered skirts, and I like how it’s subtly shimmering.

Back to the business looks – okay, the blue skirt definitely has a box pleat in the front. The combination of colors is nice and the double-layered collar quite charming, but the shirt looks like it could have used a decent ironing. Come on; I can tell crepe from crinkles! I do love the printed tie though.

Seeing more blue on Edith than I’ve seen on Mary for at least two seasons. I won’t complain. For a tour of the house, she’s wearing a triple-tiered silk satin skirt and an asymmetrical deep V wrap top that’s either slightly darker or just less shiny (possibly both). The little white cuffs are a darling addition, giving it all a little contrast.

We’ve seen this crocheted shirt in soft vanilla before as an under layer of walking suits, but at home, Edith also wears this on its own. It’s got a little velvet-y looking collar, shut with a brown tassel on a little wooden toggle, and I’m here for little useless shit like this; it’s so cute. Also, slightly drapey sleeves.

Edith’s double-tie blouse is back with a little matching straw hat, and I wish I could remember if this is a full suit or just the vest with the flower print to a generic skirt. Could be the latter since I didn’t bother to keep a shot that includes the skirt. Anyway, it’s a lively print, but in subdued colors because mah gurl wants to be taken seriously at the office, and while I lowkey wish she’d sprung for a few fitted waistcoats at some points that are tailored smooth in the front, I have to concede that that’d make for more of a Mary look.

Keeping with the pale blue, but going back to crocheted clothes: This dress has short sleeves and a rose motif in the front and an overall summerly look. I love these lacey strips in the sleeves and down at the hem, and I’m glad to see Edith’s lovely flowery coat on her arm – that means that, for going out, she added some wild print on top!

Peach is not dead yet; Edith still retains a spot for it in her wardrobe, and can I just say that I’m fascinated? Yes, this is a fairly simple blouse with a tie collar as is well-established for her, but it is chiffon draped over a printed layer, with the apparent purpose of letting the print shine through, albeit without unleashing all the potential colors of it. What a sweet concept. Also, when Edith marches out, we see the beige skirt she’s wearing to this, a sort of split, layered affair that looks ruffly when she moves.

A pre-established beige blouse, paired with an orange skirt – and then the most extravagant jacket Edith ever wears in the office, quite possibly the most extravagant she owns. Chinoiserie is back in action, and there are birds and flowers and architectural elements, in a whole rainbow of pastel colors… and the worst is, I’m not entirely sure this is print. It could be embroidered. In which case, RIP to the maker. I would have murdered someone after the lapels alone.

Edith’s final day dress on the show is a surprising return to form as she reaches for something sage green again, and it’s very charming. The plunging cowl draped over the front? Peak. I’m so into this, and it’s got a fluttery gathered skirt and all, and the layering of the flower print over the plain fabric. This looks so elegant; no notes.

[beautycanva]

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Here are 10 easy habits you can incorporate into your daily routine:

Sun's Out, SPF's On: This one's a no-brainer! Sun exposure is a major contributor to wrinkles. Make sunscreen your BFF – use SPF 30 or higher every single day, even on cloudy days.

2. Hydration Hero: Drinking plenty of water throughout the day keeps your skin plump and hydrated from the inside out. Aim for 8 glasses a day, and adjust based on your activity level and climate.

3. Moisturize, Moisturize, Moisturize! Find a moisturizer that works for your skin type. Look for ingredients like hyaluronic acid or ceramides, which help retain moisture. Apply moisturizer morning and night, and don't forget your neck!

4. Sleep Beauty Vibes: When you sleep, your skin repairs itself. Aim for 7-8 hours of quality sleep each night. Bonus points for sleeping on your back to avoid sleep wrinkles!

5. Eat Your Way to Glowing Skin: Nourish your skin from within with a healthy diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and healthy fats. Think antioxidants and vitamins!

6. Ditch the Smoking: Smoking damages your skin's elasticity, leading to wrinkles. If you smoke, quitting is one of the best things you can do for your overall health and your skin.

7. Manage Stress: Stress can wreak havoc on your skin. Find healthy ways to manage stress, like yoga, meditation, or spending time in nature.

8. Less is More: Avoid harsh scrubs and cleansers that can strip your skin's natural oils. Be gentle with your skin and use lukewarm water when washing your face.

9. Pillow Talk: Replace your pillowcase regularly to prevent the build-up of bacteria and dirt, which can irritate your skin. Silk or satin pillowcases can also help reduce friction and wrinkles.

10. Smile More! (But Not Too Much!) While frowning contributes to wrinkles, genuine smiles actually boost your mood and can make you look younger. Just don't squint too hard when you laugh – focus on those eye crinkles of joy!

By incorporating these easy habits into your daily routine, you'll be well on your way to maintaining a healthy, youthful glow for years to come. And hey, if you ever have a question about a specific product or technique, don't hesitate to consult a dermatologist – they're the skincare experts!

[anamoli]

Selecting Materials for Talanah Cosplay

Between the two cosplays I'll be working on this year, the materials in Talanah's outfit are - unconventional. Aloy's Shield-Weaver outfit is pretty straightforward: there's lots of leather bits, some leather fringe, some rope every now and then, a quilted chest piece, and the armor pieces which will be 3D printed. All in neutral/common colors. Nothing out of the ordinary. Besides the lights, but I'll save that for another post.

Talanah on the other hand, has a little bit more texture going on. And a lot more color. The 3D pieces for the armor and how they'll be assembled seems straightforward enough, but the fabric for the rest of the cosplay isn't. The main textures I've pulled are categorized in the following:

Lightweight, textured fabric with some type of iridescent/shimmery threads

Leather pieces and straps in various shapes/sizes

Burlap fabric that is embroidered with gold thread

The colors identified for this cosplay are:

Burgundy: used in Texture 1 and Texture 2

Turquoise: used in Texture 1 and Texture 2

Gold: used in Texture 1 and Texture 3

Now, if I wasn't planning on actually climbing in this cosplay, sourcing materials wouldn't be an issue. But because I am going to climb, I can't get anything that would tear easily or catch on the rocks. Therefore, the sourced material needs to meet the following requirements in order of most to least importance:

Durability: needs to survive the wear and tear of climbing

Color: needs to match the colors in the cosplay

Shimmer: for materials that require it, needs to have some reflectivity

Texture: for materials that require it, needs to have some depth

I have ordered sample swatches of the materials that I think meet as many of these requirements as possible. I'll be making another post of the final selection as well as links to those materials.

The remainder of this post is a record of my research as well as my reasonings for selecting particular materials to get sample swatches.

Material 1: Lightweight, textured, and shimmery

Despite working at a custom costume shop, I'm not all that familiar with all the different types of fabrics out there. We mostly dealt with lycra and sequins (stuff that's easy to dance in and is shiny), so I had to consult Google for some guidance. This website was a wonderful resource!

The silk hammered/crushed satin I've found are absolutely perfect for the look of the cosplay:

However, they all fail the first criteria: durability. Despite how great they would look for the cosplay, it would only function as a show piece and would tear so hard if I attempted climbing in them. (Also, the fabric is like $85-$135 per yard, so perhaps it isn't that great of a loss)

The runner ups for each color are below:

Burgundy

What I'm aiming vs what I've found:

A metallic wavy brocade on polyester/lurex that would be quite durable and looks to have excellent shimmer and texture. The color seems to be a little darker than what I need, but that will be determined once the sample swatch arrives. $49.99/yd

A metallic crinkled brocade on lurex/polyester that would also be quite durable, looks to have great shimmer, and the color match is decent. The texture pattern is a bit small, but the crinkle might make up for it. $39.99/yd

A polyester/cotton tweed weave with loops for texture that is an excellent color match. However, the loops may catch on rocks, and the weave pattern doesn't seem to shine. $19.80/yd

Turquoise

What I'm aiming vs what I've found:

A metallic brocade on Thai silk that is a little too blue and wouldn't be super durable, but the shimmer and texture are spot on. I thought it would be really cool if this cosplay used Thai silk since Talanah seems to be of Asian descent, but I'm not sure if it's the best match overall. $5.99/yd

A silk jacquard with fantastic shimmer and texture, but also a little too blue and might not be very durable. $36.61/yd

A metallic brocade on polyester/lurex that would be very durable but fails on color for being too green. Shimmer is there but texture is very distracting. $44.99/yd

Gold

What I'm aiming vs what I've found:

A metallic velvet on cotton/rayon with wonderful color, shine, and durability. There is no texture, but since it's the sash and is mostly covered up anyway, I'm okay with it. Additionally, having the sash textured may detract from the textures from the other two colors. $35.99/yd

A silk brocade with Indian floral zari motifs that is a great color match, texture, and shine. It may not be so durable, but again, since a lot of the sash is covered, it may not contact rock very often. $5.95/meter

Fabrics that made the final cut for swatch samples:

Burgundy: I've ordered swatches for 1 and 2. The fabrics seem to have excellent color, texture, and shine. Since they both have smooth finishes, it should be durable enough to climb in.

Turquoise: I wasn't actually too happy with anything I've found, so I ended up getting a swatch from the group of perfect-looking fabrics. My reasoning is that I think the shirt is fairly protected by the burlap sash, embroidery, chest sling, AND leather pieces. The chances of the silk contacting rock are quite low and I'd be happy to splurge a bit on the fabric. $85/yd

Gold: Since I only found 2 decent fabrics, I ended up getting swatches of both. Depending on how all the fabrics look together, I'll decide on which fits the overall look better.

Material 2: Leather Pieces and Straps

No, I'm not going to purchase real leather (I'm already going to drop $85 on a single yard of fabric). The next best thing is using faux leather or making my own out of suedecloth and foam per this wonderful tutorial here:

I'm aware that many cosplayers can do some amazing stuff with EVA foam and paint, but I don't like painting and sitting at my computer comparing colors online is a lot easier. At this point, I'll need to match the color of the swatches I purchased. I'm doing my best to match things by the images the seller took, but I'll do a final comparison of everything once all the swatches arrive.

Burgundy

Faux leather (F) and suede-cloth (S) options:

F1: a little too brown, but very close. Great texture. $17.99/yd

F2: a little too purple, but it's serviceable. $45.37 for 6 yds

S1: perfect color. $11.25/yd

S2: too red. Only sold by the bolt.

Turquoise

Faux leather (F) and suede-cloth (S) options:

F1: great color and perfect texture! $4.40 for a 9"x12" sheet

S1: color is spot on. $52.61/yd

S2: a tad bit on the green side. $21.99/yd

Deciding on whether to go with faux leather vs suede-cloth comes down to cost and time savings, as well as determining what the cosplay calls for. Purchasing 1 yard of the burgundy faux leather and maybe 4 sheets of the turquoise faux leather comes out to ~$36; whereas getting 1yd x 2yd, 4mm craft foam to glue to the suede-cloth is already $39.

In terms of time savings, there are only 3 leather pieces that are required in burgundy and 25 leather pieces (+2 for the pants) that are required in turquoise. I'd much rather cut the pieces and call it a day - instead of gluing down suede to foam and then cutting them out. Since there aren't any ridiculously large pieces that are required to be all in one piece, it makes sense to just go with the faux leather.

Material 3: Burlap and Gold Thread Embroidery

Thankfully burlap is a really easy material to find in the right color to match the gold sash ($15.98/yd):

As for the rope trim that is on nearly every single article of clothing, a quick measurement on the 3D model of the character revealed that there is ~0.25" space for them and there are 3 distinct trims.

The trim that just looks like a bunch of individual threads sort of exists, but only as something called a flat gimp or soutache braid (which means there's a second row running against it). I'm not going to bother with ensuring the braids are completely perfect, so I'll say that having 3 separate trims is good enough.

To achieve the 0.25" width, I'll use the following trims and some gold embroidery thread to attach it to all the pieces:

0.7mm gilt twist rope trim

3 mm gilt twist rope trim

3 mm braided rope trim

Technically I could run a very thin zig-zag stitch on the edges of the pieces with the embroidery thread, but that sounds like a nightmare to the machine (and by extension to me), so I'd say that's all the materials I'll need for this section!

Final Remarks

There are a couple more items that will be required for the cosplay such as: brown faux leather for the forearm and calf bracers, armor straps, and the headdress strap; filament and resin to print the armor pieces; some type of gold wire to connect the armor pieces; clasps; elastic; the usual basic sewing supplies. However, since those items are easily attainable, I didn't want to cover them here.

It was definitely a process to do the research for the specific materials, but it'll be well worth it in the end product!

Total projected cost of materials including materials not covered in this post: ~$400

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1. Heavy Modal Satin Crafted from plant-based fibers, this luxurious fabric is known for its rich sheen and elegant drape. Combining the sustainability of modal with the durability of satin, it’s perfect for high-end fashion creations that demand a touch of sophistication.

2. Giza Linen Hailing from the Nile Delta, Giza Linen is celebrated for its unparalleled softness, durability, and natural sheen. It’s a breathable fabric that becomes softer with every wash, ideal for warm climates and sophisticated designs.

3. Summer Pure Cotton Lightweight and breathable, this pure cotton fabric is a summer essential. Its smooth texture and versatility make it a favorite for crafting chic yet comfortable warm-weather apparel.

4. Dola Silk Renowned for its soft texture and vibrant dye-absorbing properties, Dola Silk is a premium choice for festive wear. Its natural gloss lends a glamorous touch to traditional and modern ensembles.

5. Natural Crepe With its crinkled texture and elegant drape, Natural Crepe is a stylish fabric ideal for semi-formal and formal wear. It holds prints beautifully, making it a favorite for dynamic, textured garments.

6. Soft Silk Delicate and lightweight, Soft Silk offers understated elegance. Its smooth texture and versatility make it an excellent choice for creating sophisticated, graceful outfits.

7. Pashmina Silk Combining the warmth of Pashmina wool with the softness of silk, this luxurious fabric is perfect for scarves, shawls, and upscale winter attire.

8. Imported Organza Silk Sheer and lightweight, Imported Organza Silk adds structure and drama to layered designs. Its crisp texture is ideal for creating ethereal gowns and statement pieces.

9. Moss Crepe Soft and slightly elastic, Moss Crepe offers a textured finish with a comfortable drape. It works well for relaxed yet chic semi-formal clothing.

10. Dobby Checks on Cotton Silk This blend of cotton and silk features intricate geometric patterns woven directly into the fabric. Dobby Checks strike the perfect balance between traditional charm and modern aesthetics.

11. Pure Muslin Fabric Pure Muslin is a breathable and lightweight fabric valued for its softness and delicacy. It’s a versatile option for warm-weather attire and elegant casualwear.

12. Natural Georgette Known for its slightly rough texture and flowing quality, Natural Georgette adapts seamlessly to both structured and relaxed designs, making it a versatile favorite.

13. Khadi A hand-spun, artisanal fabric, Khadi is celebrated for its sustainable origins and unique coarse texture. It’s perfect for eco-conscious, ethnic-inspired designs.

14. Russian Silk This polished, luxurious silk fabric drapes beautifully, making it a prime choice for formalwear and evening ensembles.

Why Choose Our Natural Fabrics Collection?

At Fabric Pitara, our collection reflects a harmonious blend of sustainability and sophistication. From the cool comfort of Giza Linen to the luxurious charm of Organza Silk, every fabric is carefully curated to inspire your creative journey. Whether you’re designing with breathable muslin or bold printed cotton silk, our fabrics provide endless opportunities for fashion innovation.

Explore our exclusive natural fabrics collection today and elevate your designs with materials that redefine elegance and style. 

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How to Wrap and Present Alcohol Gifts Beautifully

When it comes to gift-giving, alcohol gifts can be a sophisticated and thoughtful choice. Whether it’s a bottle of fine wine, premium whiskey, or craft beer, presenting your gift in an elegant and memorable way can make it even more special. Here’s a guide on how to wrap and present alcohol gifts beautifully:

1. Choose the Right Packaging

The first step is selecting appropriate packaging. Depending on the type of alcohol and the recipient’s taste, you might opt for:

Gift Bags: Simple and convenient, gift bags come in various sizes and designs. Choose one that complements the occasion—elegant satin for weddings or festive patterns for holidays.

Boxes: A classic choice, gift boxes can be customized with designs or colors. Consider a box with a foam insert for extra protection, especially for fragile bottles like champagne.

Custom Wrapping Paper: For a personal touch, use custom wrapping paper that reflects the recipient’s interests or the occasion. Opt for patterns that match the theme, such as vintage labels for wine lovers.

2. Add a Personal Touch

Personalization makes any gift more meaningful. Here are some ideas:

Personalized Labels: Create custom labels for the bottle with the recipient’s name or a special message. This adds a unique touch and shows extra thought.

Gift Tags: Attach a beautifully designed gift tag with a heartfelt note or a fun message. You can find tags with various themes, or create your own to match the wrapping.

Decorative Elements: Add small decorative items like ribbons, bows, or even dried flowers. These add a festive touch and make the presentation look more polished.

3. Consider the Presentation

Presentation is key to making your gift stand out. Here’s how to enhance it:

Layering: For a luxurious look, wrap the bottle in tissue paper before placing it in the gift bag or box. Choose tissue paper that complements or contrasts with the wrapping paper for added visual interest.

Filler Materials: Use filler materials such as shredded paper, crinkle cut paper, or fabric to cushion the bottle inside the box or bag. This not only protects the bottle but also adds to the overall presentation.

Accessories: Consider including small accessories like wine glasses, a corkscrew, or a set of coasters that complement the alcohol gift. This adds an extra layer of thoughtfulness and can turn a simple gift into a complete experience.

4. Wrap with Care

The way you wrap the alcohol can greatly affect its presentation:

Neatness Counts: Ensure that the wrapping is smooth and free of wrinkles. Use double-sided tape for a clean finish.

Secure the Bottle: Make sure the bottle is secure within the wrapping to avoid any movement or damage. For extra security, use a bit of padding around the bottle.

Elegant Wrapping: For a refined look, use high-quality wrapping paper and ribbons. Experiment with different wrapping techniques, such as the classic fold or the Japanese art of furoshiki (wrapping with fabric), to add a touch of creativity.

5. Consider the Occasion

Tailor your wrapping and presentation to the occasion:

Weddings: Opt for elegant and sophisticated wrapping. Use white or gold paper, and add a silk ribbon or a decorative charm.

Birthdays: Go for bright colors and fun patterns. Incorporate confetti or a small balloon to add a festive touch.

Holidays: Choose wrapping paper that reflects the holiday season, such as Christmas patterns or autumnal colors for Thanksgiving. Add themed decorations like holly or snowflakes.

Corporate Gifts: For a professional setting, stick to classic and refined wrapping. Neutral colors and minimalistic designs work best.

By following these tips, you can turn a simple bottle of alcohol into a beautifully presented gift that’s sure to impress. Remember, the effort you put into wrapping and presenting your alcohol gift speaks volumes and adds to the overall enjoyment of the recipient. Cheers to giving beautifully!

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Choosing the Perfect Fabric: A Comprehensive Guide for Bridesmaid Dresses, Taffeta, Chiffon, and Stain Removal

At Amazing Warehouse Inc. in Los Angeles, we understand that the right fabric can make or break a project, whether it’s a stunning bridesmaid dress or a practical solution for everyday stains. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll explore the best fabric choices for bridesmaid dresses, offer detailed insights into taffeta and chiffon fabrics, and provide tips on how to get wax out of a tablecloth. Our goal is to help you make informed decisions and achieve beautiful results in your sewing and crafting projects.

Best Fabric for Bridesmaid Dresses

Selecting the ideal fabric for bridesmaid dresses involves balancing style, comfort, and durability. Here are some top choices available at Amazing Warehouse Inc. that cater to different needs and preferences:

1. Satin: Satin is a popular choice for bridesmaid dresses due to its luxurious sheen and smooth texture. It drapes beautifully, creating a flattering silhouette. Available in a variety of colors, satin is perfect for formal occasions and adds a touch of elegance to any gown.

2. Chiffon: For a lighter, more ethereal look, chiffon is an excellent choice. This sheer, flowing fabric adds a graceful touch to bridesmaid dresses. It’s ideal for layered designs and can be used to create delicate, airy skirts and overlays.

3. Taffeta: Taffeta is a crisp, structured fabric that holds its shape well. It’s great for creating voluminous skirts and dresses with a bit of structure. Taffeta's sheen adds a sophisticated touch to any dress, making it a popular choice for formal events.

4. Crepe: Crepe offers a soft, slightly crinkled texture that falls beautifully. It’s less shiny than satin but provides a smooth drape, making it suitable for both casual and formal bridesmaid dresses. Its versatility allows for a wide range of styles.

Taffeta Comprehensive Fabric Guide

Taffeta is a timeless fabric with a rich history in fashion, known for its crisp texture and structured finish. Here’s everything you need to know about taffeta:

1. Characteristics: Taffeta is a crisp, smooth fabric that has a slight sheen. It’s made from silk or synthetic fibers, such as polyester. The fabric is known for its stiffness, which helps it maintain its shape, making it ideal for structured garments.

2. Uses: Taffeta is commonly used in formal wear, including evening gowns and ball gowns. It’s also popular for creating statement skirts and dresses that require a bit of volume. The fabric’s durability and resistance to wrinkling make it a practical choice for special occasions.

3. Care: Taffeta requires gentle care to maintain its crisp texture. It’s best to dry clean taffeta garments or hand wash them in cold water. Avoid wringing or twisting the fabric, as this can distort its shape.

Chiffon Fabric Guide

Chiffon is a lightweight, sheer fabric that adds a touch of elegance to any design. Here’s a detailed look at chiffon:

1. Characteristics: Chiffon is made from silk, polyester, or nylon, and is known for its airy, translucent quality. The fabric has a slightly rough texture and drapes beautifully, creating a flowing, ethereal effect.

2. Uses: Chiffon is often used for creating layered skirts, overlays, and delicate details in garments. It’s perfect for bridesmaid dresses, evening wear, and evening wraps. The fabric’s lightness and movement add a graceful touch to any outfit.

3. Care: Chiffon is delicate and should be handled with care. It’s best to hand wash chiffon garments in cold water or dry clean them. Avoid using fabric softeners, as they can affect the fabric’s texture.

How to Get Wax Out of Tablecloth

Accidental spills can happen, and knowing how to remove wax stains effectively is essential for maintaining your tablecloths. Here’s a simple method to tackle wax stains:

1. Let the Wax Harden: Allow the wax to cool and harden before attempting to remove it. You can speed up the process by placing an ice pack on the wax.

2. Scrape Off Excess Wax: Once the wax is hardened, gently scrape off as much of the wax as possible using a dull knife or spoon. Be careful not to damage the fabric.

3. Apply Heat: Place a paper towel or a clean cloth over the wax stain. Using a warm iron (on a low setting), press over the cloth. The heat will melt the remaining wax, which will be absorbed by the paper towel.

4. Clean the Fabric: After removing the wax, treat the area with a fabric cleaner or detergent suitable for the type of fabric. Wash according to the care instructions for the tablecloth.

5. Repeat if Necessary: If the stain persists, repeat the process or consider taking the tablecloth to a professional cleaner.

Why Choose Amazing Warehouse Inc.?

At Amazing Warehouse Inc., we pride ourselves on providing high-quality fabrics and expert advice to help you achieve your sewing and crafting goals. Our extensive range of fabrics, including satin, chiffon, taffeta, and more, ensures you find the perfect material for any project. With our detailed fabric guides and practical tips, you can make informed choices and create beautiful, lasting pieces.

Visit our website, Amazing Warehouse Inc., to explore our selection and find the ideal fabric for your needs. Whether you're planning a special event or tackling everyday projects, Amazing Warehouse Inc. is your trusted source for premium fabrics in Los Angeles.

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Hajj and Umrah Guidance for Muslim Women: Dos and Don’ts | THE NABIA

Hajj and Umrah hold great significance for Muslim Men and Women. Muslims dream of going to Mecca and Medinah once in their lifetime, and as women, your responsibility is greater than others. You will have to cater to the needs of your husbands, children, mothers, and fathers and also look after yourself amidst this. 

So, there are some tips you need to keep in mind to make your pilgrimage journey peaceful, comfortable, and convenient. Before starting with the tips, let me describe Hajj and Umrah for those unaware.

What is Hajj? The Hajj is a spiritual journey for Muslims, beginning with Ihram, where pilgrims enter a state of spiritual purity and wear special white garments. They then perform Tawaf, walking seven times around the Kaaba in the Masjid al-Haram. The pilgrims then travel to Arafat, where they pray and contemplate, seeking forgiveness and making supplications

After sunset, they gather pebbles for the next day's ritual in Muzdalifah. On the 10th of Dhul-Hijjah, they perform the symbolic stoning of the devil by throwing pebbles at three pillars in Mina. The pilgrims also perform Qurbani, a sacrifice of an animal, and shave their heads or trim their hair. The Hajj concludes with a final Tawaf around the Kaaba before leaving Mecca.

What is Umrah? Umrah is a religious ritual where pilgrims enter Ihram, a state of ritual purity and intention, wearing special white garments. They walk seven times around the Kaaba, the sacred mosque of Islam, Al-Masjid Al-Haram. They also walk seven times between the hills of Safa and Marwah. Male pilgrims shave their heads or trim their hair, while females trim a small portion.

Getting to visit Mecca and Medinah is a rare opportunity; only the chosen ones get to perform Hajj, making it even more special. So, I will write some important do’s and don'ts in this article. Make sure to follow these tips:

Tip 1: Hajj and Umrah Clothing:

When it comes to ladies, always carry enough modest clothing with you, preferably white ones, because white is the Sunnah color in Islam and represents purity and simplicity.

Try The Nabia’s Umrah and Hajj Collection. While going to Mecca and Medina to perform Hajj and Umrah, make sure to carry Umrah and Hajj clothing with you. Always have more abayas, khimars, and jilbabs with you in case you become short of them. You can try one of our best sellers, the Black Keffiyeh Abaya, now available in white.

If you do not want to wear abayas, don't worry. We have prayer dresses as well for a more comfortable experience for those going with children.

Don’ts: 

Avoid sheer or transparent clothes

Avoid silk or satin

Avoid flashy jewelry/ornaments or clothes

Avoid heavy garments

Do not carry more than 4-5 abayas and  jilbabs

Do not wear tight clothes which hinder your movements

Do not wear dark colors underneath your white abaya

Tip 2: Daily essential items:

Carry your daily necessities like a toothbrush, facewash, towel, slippers, toothpaste, etc. While going to Mecca and Medina to perform Hajj and Umrah, make sure to carry your daily necessities.

Always carry extra in case you lose them on your way there or in case of any mishap. While traveling with family, it becomes necessary to have more stuff. But keep your luggage at the hotel or where you are staying.

You should also be aware that if you visit the Masjid-ul Haram, you will not be able to bring your bag inside.

Don’ts:

Avoid carrying unnecessary luggage while at Mecca or Medina, which will hinder your walking speed

Don’t forget to carry undergarments

Don’t forget to carry an extra bag for used items, as you might not have time to wash your clothes. 

Tip 3: Hijabs: 

The hijab is an outer headwear Muslim women wear to cover their hair and heads. Always carry sufficient hijabs with you in case you fall short of them. You can try our premium cotton shimmer or georgette hijab. Beginners can try cotton crinkle hijabs, as they do not require extra effort.

The Nabia has premium-quality hijabs available in 20+ shades; check before they run out of stock. Don't forget to take hijab caps with you for a more pleasurable experience.

Don’ts: 

Avoid Sheer hijabs

Avoid embroidered hijabs

Avoid Heavy hijabs

Avoid carrying more than 4-5 hijabs

Tip 4: Footwear:

When performing Hajj and Umrah, one needs to walk and travel from one place to another. So, having comfortable footwear with you will make your experience comfortable. Opt for comfortable slippers or shoes that make you feel better. I would recommend Skechers’ walking shoes for a better walking experience.

Don’ts:

Avoid Heels

Avoid Heavily embroidered footwear

Avoid carrying more than 4-5 footwear

Tip 5: Supplies for you and your Family/Children:

If you are a mother and are bringing children with you, carry some books for them to keep them equipped, or diapers, wipes, and snacks to feed them in case of emergencies. As for yourself, carry hygiene items with you and also carry a prayer mat (in case), Islamic books, Tasbih, and Miswak.

Don’ts:

Do not forget to carry emergency food supplies

Do not forget to carry medicines in case you and your family fall ill

Do not forget sanitary items, in case you need them

Hajj/Umrah Traditions for Women:

Unlike men, women need to follow some Hajj and Umrah traditions before performing Hajj and Umrah:

Clip your nails, It is important to trim your nails

Trim a small portion of your hair

Women, like men, must declare their intention (niyyah) to perform Hajj and Umrah when they enter the ihram.

Avoid using cosmetics. It is not encouraged to use makeup during Hajj and Umrah. The goal is spiritual rather than physical beauty.

Women can pray in any portion of the Masjid al-Haram; however, they typically pray in specific women's quarters.

Menstruating women are unable to perform Tawaf until they have been cleaned. If a lady starts menstruating before finishing her tawaf, she must wait until she is clean. Other rituals, such as standing at Arafat, Sa'i, and Ramy al-Jamarat, can still be performed.

Traditionally, women are accompanied by a Mahram (a male relative such as a father, brother, husband, or son) for safety and protection on the Hajj or Umrah.

Avoid wearing scents. This refers to perfume and scented personal care items. We recommend utilizing unscented versions of these products when in Makkah.

Hajj is one of the five pillars of Islam. It is a beautiful journey one might witness in their life. Women participating in Hajj or Umrah undergo the same spiritual journey and obligations as men, with specific allowances and considerations to ensure modesty, safety, and dignity.

We have tried our best to guide you to a better and more memorable experience. I hope this will help you in your journey. 

NOTE: If you have any doubts, it's advisable to consult Islamic scholars for expert advice, and the Ministry of Hajj is a valuable resource for detailed information on the topic.

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