#the weather made everything feel light and airy

[yvmoveon]

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[ace-turned-confused]

shiftin' gear | part one

joel masterlist | series masterlist

pairing: mechanic!joel x f!reader series outline: a slacker of a boyfriend, no job, and now your car needs serious maintenance. heading to the mechanic’s, you’re just expecting him to rid you of your car troubles and move on — you’re certainly not expecting him to change your life chapter summary: your dad finally takes you to have your car fixed, where you meet joel miller — dangerously handsome and charming beyond words word count: 3,7k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied and wears a dress, description of a rather useless boyfriend, strained father-daughter relationship, probably highly incorrect information about cars, smutty thoughts a/n: i watched one single fifteen minute video about changing brakes, so if anyone needs a bootleg mechanic you can hmu and i'll be there 🫡 endless hugs & head pats to @frannyzooey for not only all the help on this chapter, but all the kindness & encouragement overall 💜

Your car’s had warning lights on for probably a dangerous amount of time. You’d told your dad numerous times what was going on, not that it mattered all that much to him because the car still gets you from A to B and maybe if you drove a bit more delicately then these things wouldn’t need maintenance so often.

If you turn the music up loud enough it just drowns all that out – both the warnings and your dad’s constant berating. Coming home one night, you try one last time to ask him for help.

“Some jackass cut right across me on the freeway, I made sure he knew exactly what I thought of him though. Lucky I didn’t fly out through the windshield when I slammed on my brakes, considering there's more warnings on my dash than on a fuckin’ storm-season weather report.”

That seemed to do the trick, God, if only you’d done this a month ago. Suddenly he was scouring his search and call history for some mechanic he’d been to for his own car – “Miller’s Auto Repair”, though he doesn’t know who the Miller in question is, saying he dealt with some young boy named Eddie with greasy hair and stains on his shirt to match.

He found some time in his oh-so-busy schedule to go with you. Was he about to lecture you on your attitude? Definitely, but at least your car’s going to be fixed.

-

You park in the street behind your dad and haul yourself out of your car, walking up to meet him. Taking in the place, it looks decent enough – tools scattered around, a young guy working on a car on a lift, plastic chairs and a steel leg table off to one side. Maybe decent is a slight exaggeration, but it’s spacious and airy and doesn’t reek of sweat and toxic masculinity. You’re certainly out of place, the sun blazing down on you in your simple daisy-print dress and you feel slightly overdressed.

An older man comes out of a partitioned-off room, the drywall not quite reaching the rafters and sheet metal above. He’s wearing well-fitted and surprisingly chic black coveralls — a hint of skin peeking from behind the lapel, cuffs buttoned up below his elbows, belt around his hips and there are even pleats in the pant legs. And you thought you were overdressed. You mindlessly smooth out your dress, suddenly feeling like you haven’t made enough of an effort.

It’s not that you were expecting someone unattractive, but the man waltzing towards you is criminally handsome — if only you could find a boy your own age who looked like this. A part of you is actually jealous your dad found this place before you did.

He reaches out to both you and your father with a firm handshake, “Name’s Joel. What can I do for ya?”

“My daughter here’s been having some car troubles.” He gestures to you and you notice Joel gives you a once-over and nods.

Taking the silence as your queue to speak, you start listing everything gone wrong with your car. “First it told me the brake pads need changing, and that was about, what, six weeks ago now?” You glare at your dad, your tongue in your cheek and arms tight across your chest.

“Told you I’ve been busy, you know this.” He matches your look and you turn your attention back to Joel, rolling your eyes and he smirks ever so slightly.

“Aircon needs regassing, and the headlights don’t seem to want to go bright anymore.”

“Well, lights and aircon are quick fixes, can do both right now for you, not expensive. I’ll take a look at the brakes and see if we have sets here that’ll work and let you know about that.”

Your dad excuses himself when his phone starts ringing, leaving you alone with Joel.

“So why’d you bring your dad with? You seem capable enough to me.” He crosses his arms, tilting his head.

“I’d rather not have some macho mechanic clock me from a mile away, and end up getting handled for knowing fuck all about cars. No offence.” Joel smiles at your brash commentary, leaning closer towards you. “Wouldn’t do that to a pretty girl like you. Cute dress, those your favourite?”

You’re not quite sure what he’s talking about, to be honest — a fog came over your mind after ‘pretty girl’ fell from his lips and you stand there in silence, mouth hanging open in a daze.

He leans to the side and points to your chest, snapping you back to reality. “The daisies on your dress? That your favourite flower?”

“Oh! No, uh…” Your voice fades off, unsure of what to do about the heat creeping up your neck and into your ears.

 Joel just smirks at you. “You can bring in that car of yours onto the lift, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, your dad ending his call and he’s already asking questions about the cost of all this work. Getting in your car again, you’re flustered. All this man has done is call you sweetheart and pretty once and it’s all you can think about. You pull your car up to the shop, lining up with the lift as best you can and roll down your window.

Joel leans into the open window with a slanted smile, voice low enough for just you to hear him, “Lined up perfectly there, just go slow and I’ll tell you when to stop,” and God if that doesn’t have your mind racing. You give him a weak smile and manoeuvre your car onto the lift, stopping when he raises his hand. Pulling the bonnet lever and climbing out, you move to stand with your dad again, stepping over discarded rags and dried oil stains.

Joel does what looks to you like a whole lot of fiddling and tapping and knocking of random car parts under the bonnet, and takes the light covers off to change the bulbs; he takes a wheel off and checks the brakes and you watch him the whole time. Skilled and calloused hands moving with ease, your mind wanders off to what else he’s good at with his hands. Crouching down to feel around a toolbox, his coveralls pull tight around his ass and thighs. That heat you felt a few minutes ago only getting worse just from watching him work, embarrassment washing over you – though not enough to look away.

Everything looks like it’s back in place and he lowers the lift, walking towards you and your dad. “Gas and bulbs are done, should be good as new now. Brakes you’re gonna have to come back for, though. Eddie just used the last of the pads and discs you need on that car there, but we can get 'em easily enough, should be here next week.” You nod at him, not sure if it’s easier to look him in the eye or avoid him altogether.

“And you can’t get them any sooner? Or, how long are these current ones gonna be safe for? I’m out of town again next week and–”

“It’s fine, next week is fine.” You put a hand out to cut your dad off and shake your head. You’re really not in the mood for his entitlement, and truthfully you’re looking forward to the chance to come here again without him.

“You gonna manage on your own?” he asks, his tone almost mocking and eyebrows raised.

“I’ll be fine, thanks,” you chirp back, voice curt and monotone.

“You sure?” Of course, he wasn’t going to believe you were capable.

“I’ll get Jake to come with me. It’s fine. Really.”

Right, Jake – your boyfriend. Someone you should’ve been thinking of a long time ago, when instead you were all but undressing Joel with your eyes, imagining the nice things he’d do for you, with you, to you.

You and Jake have been together just over a year now, slept together a handful of times, and all around he’s a decent guy. You met while you both were in training and were given the same placements for industry experience. He’s never done anything inherently bad to you, but lately, you’ve found yourself putting more and more distance between you — subconsciously initially, but now it feels more like a chore to spend time with him.

He’s been sweet and kind to you from the start, but it would be nice to have him make an effort every so often, brag about you, show you off. His grand plan for celebrating your anniversary was taking you out for lunch and calling it a day; if he visits while your dad’s around, the two of them spend more time talking than you do. It’s been about two months since he fucked you, if you could even call it that, and you’re tired of either faking an orgasm or reassuring him it’s fine you never came when you forget to put on the act at all.

You can’t picture someone like Joel giving you such mediocre treatment and being satisfied with that, living life so blissfully unaware.

Joel’s voice snaps you out of your fog and you notice your dad’s already walked out.

“See you then,” and he retreats with a tilt of his head and a wink.

Fuck it’s going to be a long week.

-

Joel already texted your dad three days ago to say you could come in, and you’ve been oddly nervous about it, your mind racing: what’s gonna be the quietest time to go, I wonder if Joel will be too busy with another job, I should make sure I’m not wearing the same dress again. You even made sure you washed your hair the night before in preparation, scolding yourself the whole time – he’s some random guy fixing your car, not to mention you do have a boyfriend.

Eddie’s nowhere to be seen, Joel’s wearing those same coveralls and there’s music playing from a worktop speaker.

“Afternoon, princess,” he holds your door open, eyes following you across the room, just the same as the week before. “Thought you were bringing a friend – what was his name?”

Fingers toying with the hem of your top, you only hope you made the right decision coming here alone. You’re not worried about something that Joel would say or do, no, but worried about something you yourself might. You never were good at hiding your feelings; you pray he can’t see through you.

“Oh, Jake?” You could keep it a secret and enjoy Joel’s attention a while longer but weighing up your options, maybe it’s better to just be honest with him. “He’s my boyfriend. He was uh, busy… today. So, just me.” He doesn’t need to know you never even asked Jake to accompany you to begin with.

“Is it cool if I stay while you work?” you ask timidly. “I can get a ride home though, if you’d prefer.”

“It’s no trouble, here.” He pulls a stool towards you, wiping it off with a smile. Joel gets to work on your car and it’s like a show, just for you. Definitely the right choice to come alone, you smile to yourself.

“So this boyfriend of yours, what’s he like?” he shouts out from the far side of your car and your smile drops.

“Oh, uh… he’s nice.” He is nice, but you can’t be bothered to think of anything worthwhile to say about him.

Joel rounds your car to stop and look at you. “Sounds to me like you don’t want ‘nice’.” His eyes trail up and down your figure and you gawk at his remark. Okay, maybe he actually can see right through you.

“Well, my dad really likes him. Says it’s good to have someone to ground you, or whatever.” Joel simply nods in response and turns his attention back to your car.

You take the opportunity to really take him in this time, with no dad around as a source of shame. Thick curls that you would love to run your hands through, sculpted nose, well-trimmed moustache, grey and patchy scruff for a beard, wide back and broad shoulders and firm chest and—

God, you need to think of something else before you get carried away. Again. You look around the room to refocus on something more appropriate, taking in all the arbitrary decor. Dog-eared posters of old rock bands, exposed bulbs dotted between fluorescent lights, a chain of mini chequered flags strung up along the wall.

You risk another look at Joel and see he’s taken two wheels off already, doing more twisting and turning of car parts you never even knew were there in the first place.

“What’s that?”

He looks to you over his shoulder, coveralls pulling tight again over his arms and back.

“What, this? Called a calliper. Holds the brake pads that squeeze against the disc, stopping the car.” You purse your lips, nodding slowly and Joel huffs out a laugh, facing away again. “Got any siblings that need car part lessons?” He continues, “Or better yet, maybe they can teach you instead.”

“Nope, just me. What about you? Any other Millers gracing the town?” You see him shake his head and he chuckles to himself. 

“Got a brother, Tommy. He’s in construction. I worked with him a while back — much prefer this, though. What’s a girl like you do? Working your dream job?”

‘I’m uh, in between jobs, actually. I’m a chef — was a chef.” You look down to your lap, picking your nails. “I quit. Place was full of sexist dickheads. They suggested I put myself forward for promotion, then gave it to some egotistical asshole with both less experience and qualification. So I told them exactly where they could shove their promotion and never went back.”

You sigh and look up and see Joel’s already watching you, a faint smile on his face almost like he’s proud of you for standing your ground. His eyes are a mix of sympathy and understanding — not something you’re often on the receiving end of.

“I know I kinda fucked myself quitting like that, but I was tired of constantly being treated like shit. And not a fuck was I gonna stick around and take orders from a guy like that.” You crack a smile and Joel matches it.

“You keepin’ yourself busy?”

“Trying to figure out what’s next. Not sure if maybe I should do some more training somewhere, expand my skill set y’know, or just find another job. Not very easy with my dad breathing down my neck.” Joel nods, and his keen attention spurs you on. He’s one of few people who have actually listened to you about all this without giving you his own unwanted opinion or unsolicited advice.

“Only real silver lining is having time to pick up some old hobbies again. And talking to you, I guess.” Joel gives you a skew grin and you smile bashfully, lowering your gaze as you feel your cheeks redden.

“So what do you get up to when you’re not talkin’ to me, then?”

“Bits and pieces here and there. It’s been nice to get back into piano again.”

“Keen musician, are you? Play guitar myself, do a lot of the stuff that’s been playing here.”

The mental image of Joel playing guitar is not good for keeping your mind out of the gutter, and you're soon thinking about what one hand looks like plucking away at the strings, the other in a firm grip around the neck. One hand plucking away at you, the other in a firm grip around your neck. You stop yourself before that runs rampant in your mind, focusing on the song playing in the background.

“Wait, can you play In The Gallery?” You lean forward, eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, a grin spreading across your face in shock and amazement.

“You know this?” Joel points off in no direction, giving you the same bewildered look, and your expression changes from that of awe to insult.

“Of course I do, it’s Dire Straits. Look, I may know jack shit about cars but I do know other things. Do you sing, too?”

He shifts his weight to one leg, cocking his head to the side. “Do you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You flash a smile and he faces away again.

Joel’s bolted the front wheels back and is busy removing the rear ones when a phone starts ringing above the music.

“Hands a little full here. Can you answer? It’s just on the bench there.”

Your eyes widen slightly, but you stand and make your way to find it. Sliding to answer, you hold the phone to one ear and press a finger in the other to drown out the noise, slinking off towards Joel’s office.

-

Joel watches as you walk into his office, phone pressed into your ear. He’s been thinking about you since you arrived with your dad last week, and he’s glad to spend some time hearing what you have to say. And, you know, getting to really look at you without your dad around. 

He thought you looked beautiful in that dress last week — thought what you’d look like out in public with him in that same dress, with his jacket over your shoulders as the air grows cold, you writhing underneath him behind closed doors and waking up in his shirt next to him the following morning. He scolded himself when you drove off last week for allowing himself that indulgence, that twisted fantasy about a girl as young as you — but seeing how you are today, maybe he was right all along.

You’ve been staring at him since you parked, and the way you bite your bottom lip and openly ogle at him when you think he doesn’t notice tells him you’re thinking about the same things, too. 

You seemed shy, scared even, when you first stood in front of him, overshadowed by your father and his clear frustration with you. It seems you have no issue with pushing him, but he can see in the way you stand, closed off, and hear the unease in your constant defence that maybe this eats away at you more than you like to admit. He’s spent a mere two hours with you so far, and you shine when you’re free to say whatever you want, be whoever you want.

Your boyfriend Jake, however — he might be a challenge. Your smile faded when he was mentioned, saying your father’s fond of him, that he’s nice. Maybe you haven’t been together all that long, or on the contrary, been together too long, but if ‘nice’ is his most redeeming quality… He took your indifference and curt response as a sign to not push any further for now, but that boy, whoever he is, clearly doesn’t know how to keep a girl like you happy.

He’s considering fabricating some story of something else that needs repairs on your car just so you’d have a reason to come back, even if under false pretence. You probably would believe him given the evident gaps in your knowledge, but the risk of breaking your trust might not be worth it. He should keep his distance.

He focuses on the task at hand again and finds himself paying extra attention to his work. You won’t recognise good handiwork, but he knows you’ll be excited about having a fully functional car again. It’s not much, but seeing that winning smile spread across your face will be enough for him.

-

Much like Joel himself, it seems, his office is pleasantly well-kept, bar a few too many half-empty coffee mugs and stray papers littering the desk. A tatty plaid-print couch against the back wall, a mini fridge tucked next to the desk, a leather jacket hung over his chair. Blinds drawn and with no sign of Joel approaching, you trace your fingers across the collar, wondering what it would feel like hanging over your own shoulders, arms drowning in the too-long sleeves and you drowning in him.

You leave his office to walk back towards him and Joel raises his eyebrows questioningly, wiping his hands off on a rag. “So?”

“Woman named Hazel? She didn’t leave much of a message, she just asked if you could call her back. Said you’d have her number.” You hand the phone to him, his hands cool compared to the heat burning under your skin.

“Ah, guess I should,” he mumbles, a hand coming up to scratch the nape of his neck.

“Hm, so who’s Hazel? Is she pretty?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, a cheeky grin on your face.

Joel scoffs a laugh. “Nobody you need to worry about, not my type.” You feel an odd sense of assurance at his admission. “Well, everything’s done, you’re good to go. Your dad paid last week already.”

“And what about all the hard work you put into this? Surely I owe you something for that?”

“You spendin’ the afternoon was payment enough.” He smiles at you, eyes softening. “I’ll see ya round, sweetheart. Come by any time, I mean it. And hey, if you ever need a change of scenery, you’re welcome to come answer the phone for me.”

You’re not entirely sure if he’s seriously offering you a job or just passing it off as banter. It would get you out of the house and put a bit of extra cash in your pockets; you’d get to spend days on end around Joel, watch him work, and maybe get a glimpse into who he is beyond the charming mechanic you know so far. 

It would certainly test your resolve being so close to him. You consider all the afternoons that may look like the one you’ve just had — easy work, no Eddie or other customers around, just you and Joel and the tension between you. You suppose you’d have to find something to do to pass the time on days like these… Then again, do you really want to risk having him see you as just the girl who answers the phone?

Maybe you can fake something, an excuse to bring you back here to see him again. The ruse wouldn’t last long, not when Joel takes one look at the car and sees clear as day there’s nothing wrong, but you can pin it all on inexperience. Either way, you won’t be forgetting him any time soon.

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[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

𝓈𝒾𝓍𝒾è𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓂𝒶𝓃.

✿ summary: getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

✿ ft: kalim al asim

you didn't know exactly how you met kalim. it was your first year at night raven, and he just randomly appeared. it just sort of happened. first year and first year.

but whenever you were with him, all your worries and anxiety drifted away. his cheerfulness and kind personality were nothing like you’d seen before. it was so different from everyone else at nrc. it was like he should’ve gone to rsa.

“i’ll take care of him, jamil! don’t worry your pretty head off!” he was frozen, with a look you rarely get to see from his stoic features. his face, however, was something you wanted to take a picture of. his jaw dropped, small irises, brows raised higher than the empire state building.

but you had to book it down the hall with the white-haired male before jamil chased after you both. the cry of crewel telling him off for ‘using the bathroom’ made you want to snicker, but you had something more important on your mind.

you always wanted to repay kalim. he was the first person to make you feel something at this school. it was a little of an exaggeration. you did feel stress, anxiety, pity, fear, all these emotions. but he was the only one to make you feel something different. something light and airy. something that didn't want to make you drown your head in a bog of muddy water.

the idea of repaying him came to you when he told you he’s never seen snow before.

“never?”

“never!” he sounded happy, it was strange. he always kept a smile on his face no matter what. it scared you at first, how he always was so… upbeat. you thought he was lying, going to backstab you. but no. he was just a nice person. it was unusual. “we don’t have snow in the scalding sands.”

so you made sure to try and track the weather, even asking the strange upperclassmen with a blonde bob. you had heard he was good at that sort of thing, so you asked him every week. he did get a little more than agitated when it was so hot you were practically sweating through your shirt. “abruti, do you truly think it is going to snow in this weather?” you avoided him for a month after that.

but he did warn you after a while that it seemed like it was going to snow. so you waited and waited for that snow to fall onto the lush grass. for the window panel to glaze over, and with a finger draw small designs onto the see-through surface. for the clouds to look heavier than usual. for the voices to echo in the halls more than usual.

and once the snow reached the tops of your shoes, you ran to find him. he didn't have a class right now, so you did what any sane friend would do. pull him out, cover his eyes, and run for it.

“ok, you can open your eyes now.” you had placed your hands over his eyes, standing behind him, bringing him to the woods behind the campus so you could feel that chill and nip of the air and to have some privacy. you released your hands, moving them to your side, admittedly regretting not putting them on his shoulders.

he looked like a child, eyes bright and wide, taking everything in. “[y/n]! thank you!” he turned to hug you, arms wrapping around your uniform and body hugging you tight. you wished you could stay like this forever, stop time and just stay in this moment. your nose was smudged into his shoulder, letting you embarrassingly take in a small sniff of his cologne. it all happened in one second before he was running towards the snow, but you grabbed his hand before he could go any further.

“wait! you need these. i don’t know what jamil would do to me if your fingers fell off.” you handed him a pair of mittens, mittens that matched your own, the ones you were currently wearing. a subtle detail he did notice.

“we’re matching!” he slipped on the gloves with a tongue poking out of his lips and grabbed your own, sliding his hand into yours and squeezing. the feeling made you silently wish you both didn’t have that fabric shielding your skin. “they’re so cute! thank you!” and just like that your face got hot.

he dropped your hand and ran towards a large pile of snow, belly flopping into it with loud giggles. “you have to join me!” he yelled towards you, turning over with the snow perfectly reflecting the light onto his face.

“i’ll just stay and watch. it’s fine, honestly.” but he was determined and got up, a serious face you’ve never seen on him. he almost looked… mad?

“i won’t let my friend just sit and watch.” for the second time today, he grabbed your hand and pushed you into his body, falling backward so you would land on him.

“kalim?!” with a scream you fell into his chest, hitting the snow. the layer of snow was high and fluffy, but still, he could have landed on a rock. what if jamil came after you? what if kalim’s whole family came after you? what if-

“what’s with that face?” he laughed at how distressed you looked, reaching up to cup your face and push a piece of hair behind your ear. “you should live in the moment.”

“right…”

“i will live in the moment!” he reached to grab your cheeks, smooshing them together with a determined look on his face.

“huh?”

“i will live in the moment!” he repeated.

“i will live in the moment?”

“i will live in the moment!”

“i will live in the moment-!”

“i will live in the moment-!”

finally, enthusiasm from him rubbed off on you letting you laugh, and he released your cheeks.

“what do you want to do?” he asked, still beneath you looking as excited as ever.

“a snowman.” you told him, some of his enthusiasm rubbing off on you.

“a man made out of snow? what type of magic is that?”

“there’s no magic involved,” you laughed, getting up and giving him a hand. “it’s just three large balls of snow on top of each other.”

he looked more excited than ever, following you like a puppy as you moved to a random patch of snow. “so you would,” you bend down and start smoosh the snow together, “push them together to get a ball.”

he watched you with his full attention, eyes scanning every movement you made until you finally finished with a semi-large ball of snow reaching below your knees. when you turned to look at him, he got on his knees and repeated your movements making the snowball smaller than yours, “like this?” he asked, packing some more ice onto the ball as an added glue formula.

“you’re a natural!” you smiled, seeing his face light up brighter than Christmas lights. “we just need one more now.”

“mm!” he got up to slot himself behind you, arms cradling yours until he reached your hands and grabbed them with his own. “we both made one so we should make the last one together!”

he helped you shape and form the ball, patting and cotting areas so it wouldn't collapse. finally, you placed the head onto the body, and he paused momentarily before pulling away.

“wait here,” you told him before rushing to grab two branches and coming back. you inserted them onto the sides and took a step back. “it usually needs more like a hat, but we don’t have any of that right now.”

“huh?” he asked, confused. “we have a hat.”

“what?” you turned more than a little confused before seeing where he was pointing. a purple hat with a feather attached was placed in the snow next to a large tree. how did it appear there? there weren't any footprints. “that works, i guess.”

finally, you had your snowman. it was leaning to its right, almost falling down, with the lavish hat that almost looked identical to the one the man who helped you wore.

“do you like it?”

“of course i do! it was practice for our future kids!”

“what-?”

[ehlnofay]

Summerfest Day 5 - CROWN

They find the beginning of the temple in the mouth of the mountain, the thing pock-marked and poked through, airy as a loaf of bread. It must be as much hole as rock, if they’ve been walking clean through it already, and if there’s more to go; from this new rugged-walled chamber the sky is visible through a dimpled hole in the roof, night-dark and threatening rain, juts and spurs of stone sticking out into it like jagged, uneven teeth. The moonless night is the only source of light the whole hollow space has, now that Delphine’s torch is flagging. Esbern strikes his own alight, his skin and hair pale enough to glow with it and his eyes wide and darting, and he peels away into the cavern proper, underneath the cold gap in what should be the roof, to exclaim over the rocks.

It is a temple, the Dragonborn does not tell him, and it is inside a mountain. Both are usually made largely of rocks. She doesn’t follow why this development is so energising to him. But she follows him a few fumbling steps all the same, careful to go slowly so she doesn’t tangle her feet in dirt or roots or each other, and she looks around, too.

It is very large, the cavern; colourless as the empty sky, dirt and uneven gravel giving way to the smooth grid-cracked stone of a manmade floor, the walls smooth and sheer. They go up very high, and more stone swells from their bulk, sharp-edged and lopsided, like it might fall down on them; thick knots of hanging moss and scrubby mountain bushes grow from the cliff-face dirt. Above, the sky. Ahead, empty braziers, more odd stone structures, and a massive stone-carved face set into the far wall. Esbern waxes lyrical about all of it, as if, perhaps, the rest of them have no eyes and can’t see any of it themselves. He keeps a hand fisted in the collar of his coat even as he narrates everything he sees. He might be cold. She’ll ask Lydia later what the weather is like; if they need warmth, she can tell the fire to light, and then they will all smile at her.

But the braziers here are empty, as Esbern says they have been for a long, long time. They are not pausing for fire yet. Like all the other hallways and half-crumbled rooms they’ve passed on their journey into the cratered middle of the mountain, this isn’t their destination, just another trap or trick or test to pass on the way through. Esbern says they’re getting close. Delphine is checking, eagle-eyed, for more traps. The Dragonborn stands next to one of the braziers and listens to them both until she stops wanting to.

(There is a seal on the ground that might be the way through, Esbern says, and then he starts talking about rocks again, gesturing with his elbow at the large, smooth-carved head tucked neatly into the archway. See how they revered him, he says, and the Dragonborn looks.)

She looks it in its sightless eyes. The head is big, looming, built into the wall; it is smooth where the dome of the scalp would be, its brow ridged heavy, its mouth a flat, proud line. It has been here a long, long time, Esbern keeps saying, and she knows it to be true; but that’s not all he’s said, and so she steps smoothly forward, over the careful disc set into the floor, squinting in the colourless dark – Esbern, with the strong-flaming torch, is behind her, and her shadow flickers oddly as it approaches the massive stone cheek – and she looks into one of its blank eyes up close, and then she reaches out and sets her hand on the end of its nose.

The stone is old, weatherworn, ages and eons of rain digging little pits and trickles into its surface until it feels not like the too-smooth stone in modern temples, the sort that makes her shoes slip and her hands glide like they’re oiled, but like something more raw, more natural. It doesn’t seem very reverent, to the Dragonborn – they didn’t even give him hair, or horns, or paint him, but the stone feels solid under the callused rasp of her palm, and it’s very easy to look him in the eye, though of course he doesn’t look back.

She says, “His name was Reman.”

“Ye-es,” says Esbern behind her, who may have been talking already, and then, “yes, this whole place – the entire temple complex, perhaps, and this entrance hall at the very least – appears to be a shrine to Reman Cyrodiil. You recall –”

“You said it was dragons,” says the Dragonborn, and he stops, again. (The temple – he’d said the temple was about dragons – dragonguard and dragonlore. The face carved into the weathered stone wall is very, very human, even though it’s sharp at the brows and the chin, even though a steady drip of water has carved a damp scar through the jawline.) It takes a moment to grasp the words – Esbern opens his mouth again – she cuts over the sound of him, says “He’s not the Dragonborn. He’s Reman.”

She can see Esbern out the very edge of her eye, in the corner. He is looking at her. “Reman,” he starts, and then he stops; her hand reaches along the faintly worn shape of the face’s cheek; he says, “He was – one of the best known dragonborn emperors. As far as I’m aware, they all – had names – you’re an outlier, in that regard.” She presses her thumb into a worn spot, like a mole. Esbern says, “It isn’t mutually exclusive.”

The Dragonborn looks very hard at the flat, pale eye, and considers this.

“But there isn’t room,” she says. Esbern keeps looking at her. The torch in his hand flickers and leaps like windblown snow, like sound.

“He founded the Second Empire, Thane,” Lydia says lightly – standing shadow-faithful somewhere behind her, nearer her good ear – “so I think he managed alright.”

The Dragonborn leans back until she feels her armoured shoulder bumping into another body behind her, eyes still focused on the worn-away carvings and careful-smooth shapings of the head.

It doesn’t look very reverent. It doesn’t even really look like a real head, all the lines too sharp, all too intentionally carved; even if it were smaller, a size heads more usually are, and made out of skin and blood instead of cold raw rock, it wouldn’t really look like much of anything. Bald. Pointy. There’s nothing in it, maybe apart from the size, that suggests anyone of significance. Nothing that says dragonborn. Nothing that says Reman, not in the tone Esbern uses when he says it, like it means anything. There aren’t a lot of important names in the world. Most people don’t have any. No-one has more than one.

They said she would learn about the Dragonborn in this temple; she supposes that this is a sort of learning.

“You have names,” Lydia reminds her, gentle; “Delphine gave you one, remember?”

When she presses her fingers hard against the curve of the stone, their tips blanche, turning yellow-white as bone. “Alixandra,” she supplies – and Lydia gave her Thane, and the woman with yellow hair, back before almost everything else, gave her feilan and dear. Mirmulnir gave her Dovahkiin as she swallowed him. That one was earned, so it’s different to a gift. She says, “But I’m not them.” You can have as many names as you want but you can’t be more than one. Not both at once. How could anyone fit it all?

They talk as if the stone head is Dragonborn and is Reman in equal measure, and if Reman is really so important – she is already so big. She can’t imagine where he would put it all.

They said she would learn about the Dragonborn in this temple; she thought she already knew, but perhaps he is different to her. She is beginning to wonder if there is anything that is the same.

There’s Delphine’s voice, somewhere, dimly, from a far-away side of the room; the Dragonborn has to turn her head to find her in the moonless dark, her torch a sputtering ember, her words hazy as they reach the Dragonborn’s bad ear. She swims into focus, says, every word clipped neatly as ever, “Are we going to talk about rocks all night, or are we going in?”

What she means by that is that she wants to go in; so the Dragonborn takes her hand from the ridge of the statue’s cheek, and turns around (clips Lydia’s shoulder on the way), and walks onto the disc a little ways away from the door. It’s made of a different rock than everything else, smooth-grained, the soles of her shoes slipping against it just a little; but there are enough grooves to find purchase against, cut into the stone in concentric circles and sharp-edged lines. Little channels. The rock around them is stained dark.

A blood seal, Esbern called it. Her blood seal. She is not bleeding. The sky above, through the snapped teeth of the cavern ceiling, is starless and clean.

She looks up at Lydia.

Lydia sighs. Her eyes are the same devouring grey-blue of the sky.

“How much blood,” she asks Esbern, “and where?”

The Dragonborn cocks her head so she can make out his response. “The art is lost,” he says, quavering in the way that means he’s thoughtful, “and the specifics elude me – but little, surely. Where would be the sense in exsanguinating guests of honour?” He pauses. “The centre. Yes, I – hm. The centre.”

“Excellent,” says Lydia; the Dragonborn looks at her hands, but they do not move to the hilt of her blade. Lydia sighs again, with gusto. “Can I have your shaving knife, please?”

The little knife is produced, and held as near to the flames of the torch as possible without singing Esbern’s pale fingers so any dirt will burn away, and then it is given to Lydia. It is very small in her hand. It doesn’t look like it can do much damage; the Dragonborn is not convinced it will even break skin.

Lydia screws up her face at it. Quiet, she says, “And I must, Thane?”

The Dragonborn blinks. “I shouldn’t.” Her fingers are not deft – her hands shake when they mean to be still, and move in fits and jolts when they mean to be steady – and caution in things that could cause injury has been very firmly pressed upon her.

Lydia’s face wears very strange shadows when she twists it that way. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she says, and the Dragonborn knows they prefer it when she replies but it’s too inconceivable for any response to be dredged up, so she rolls up the thin material of her sleeve – the bracers were removed ages ago – until it’s bundled loosely above her elbow, just below the point of her pauldron, and holds her arm out. She’s quite confident it’s cold in the cavern-hall, but her skin doesn’t goose-pimple.

With needlework delicacy, Lydia lances the pale skin just near the bend of her elbow. Her face is focused and flickering in Esbern’s helpful torchlight. Then, “Shit,” she says, with a feeling more easily interpreted than most, and she hurriedly takes off her belt and wraps it once-twice-three times tightly around the Dragonborn’s arm. The effort is hampered by the pauldron. Blood dribbles sluggish down the crease of her elbow; she doesn’t feel it.

“Be easier with leeches,” Esbern says ponderously.

“Or a bowl,” says Delphine, and she takes off her pack to get one.

They drip a little bit of blood into the curved bottom of her shiny bowl; it has a pattern in it that is covered up quite quickly. Delphine pinches the little cut to get it to produce more. She says it’s too shallow. (“I have a lot of blood,” the Dragonborn says, and Lydia says, “Yes, but I’d like to leave as much of it as possible in your body.”)

They give her back the bowl, with its not-very-much blood trickling around the base, and she crouches down low to the floor and pours it into the middle-most circle of the seal.

For a moment, as it seeps out blankly over the stone, nothing happens; but then it drips into one of the channels, and between one blink and the next it’s running over the strange pattern of it as if there’s nearly enough blood to cover it all, a strange criss-cross sprawl rapidly darkening with it. Like a gnarled, heart-shaped halo. Like a spiralling crown of horns.

(Sossedov, she remembers, and she is proud of remembering, but she does not say it because these are not words to be uttered lightly.)

She looks up and ahead, then, at the Reman-Dragonborn’s weathered rock face. She thinks it might be her temple more than his, no matter how many things he might be, because she is here and he is rocks. She wonders if maybe he needed the spare name, because one day someone would take the first one from him. She will need to think about these things again.

With a loud, horrible grinding noise, his face is pulled away into the hollow of the rock, a yawning passageway opening up behind him.

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IM SORRY IM BCAKK AGAIN BUT I JUST REMEMBERED THIS AWFUL HEADCANNON I HAD

ewew ok so I think it's safe to assume that the toy brand of pretty dolls probably gained success in the 60s or 70s given some of the little details in Lou's house and his style. The factories work all year round right and are automatic as seen in the movie, but most things required actual human workers back in the day. HERE'S THE STINGER. I read somewhere I forgot where, but back in the day workers in factories didn't work in the winter time because it was too cold. so basically if we applied this to the uglydolls world, there was a rather long period of time where there was no income of dolls in perfection for the ENTIRETY of winter. So Lou had absolutely no company whatsoever in the winter for like 40+ years give or take (I have no idea when automated factories became a thing)

ok now I'm just making things worse but I also had another headcannon where weather in the real world also applied in uglyville and perfection and like the dolls in perfection got winter uniforms and all that (ugh now I might rant about this). So yea it was snowing, no other dolls in perfection, kind of depressing given that probably by then Lou had cut off ties with Ox. YOU CANT MENTION THE BOTS IN PERFECTION BC NO ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE YET (lol that means Lou was COMPLETELY incharge of everything, maybe he had assistance in doll form?)

yea but this probably played a role in the downfall of Lou's mental wealth like man just lost his best man Ox so being alone for a whole month once a year was definitely not a silly goofy moment for him.

ok that's the end of my ramble 😼😼

NO NEED TO APOLOGISE FOR RETURNING! i love me some headcanons :D

that's a big ouch for lou, but you are probably right there. lou (and also mandy) have 50s/60s- style houses (i believe so anyway) so how long would that be if we say lou's breakdown was about 2020 so (the movie is 2019 but im rounding it to 2020 for my brain)... OUCH AROUND 70 YEARS. SAVE LOU OH MY DOLL--

love your headcanons though, and i have a few of my own for that:

(under the cut, cause i can already tell this is gonna be a long one vvv)

perhaps since the factory closes for winter, the batch made right before stay in the institute for winter? yeah yeah lou could probably send them to the big world when the factory closes, but knowing him, he'd probably keep them for the holidays at the very least. cause he craves for that company.

it would be so cute though! lou would hold a big winter party with singing and FIREWORKS and whatnot. side note, i headcanon that lou loves fireworks. i mean, he uses them all the time (during ugly truth... during his lessons... etc) and i can so see him going all out on the fireworks budget. anyway, i feel that such parties would bring temporary joy to him, as he finally feels part of a family, with every doll laughing and chatting and overall having a good time.

...and then they would leave him again. and again. and again. and again... i feel like after a while he'd give up on the festives, as temporary joy and love isn't fulfilling anymore.

with the weather, i have a really dumb theory that the institute is within a dome. think about it, uglyville has a yawn ball for a sun with messy clouds...

and in the institute, the clouds are perfect (more realistic even) and there's no sun in sight (as far as i know)

uglyville probably has all kinds of weather, whilst at the institute it is always a fair temperature. no rain, clouds are always light and airy... etc, due to the factory operating the weather system within the dome perhaps. that changes when the uglydolls infiltrate, the sky in the institute turns to a dark greeny colour. and then when the two sides join, they destroy the dome.

anyways, perhaps during the winter, when the factory is shut down, they shut down the light and airy atmosphere of the institute too, leaving a cold, snowy breeze in its wake (especially during lou's earlier years). and i doubt his home is very warm either, as it's so large with barely any furniture (at least in the foyer shown in uglier truth).

and with lou's company over the years, i feel that after his bond with ox, he became desperate for the company again (who could blame him?) and tried his hardest to keep as many dolls by his side as possible, ending up with the spy girls and mandy (and perhaps the backup singers)(i don't know about them). he would probably manipulate them in some way to staying, perhaps threatening recycling and the washing machine out of pure desperation to keep someone around. so i don't think he'd be totally alone, but i feel that the spy girls and mandy were only close to him in a business relationship-type way. they were only there if he needed something to be done. he was the leader of the institute after all, he always seemed one level above the rest of the dolls, and being personally close to him seemed like something impossible.

and yeah, the assistance bots were there, but even if artificial intelligence somehow existed during those times, or if someone higher-up was controlling the robots, they wouldn't have a genuine bond with lou anyways, as they are just assistant robots who are meant for helping out with training and the gauntlet only (or so i think).

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Discover the Perfect Destination Wedding Outfit for Event

Discover the perfect destination wedding outfit for guests, brides, and bridesmaids. Find stunning destination wedding guest dresses and style tips. The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Perfect Destination Wedding Outfit

Destination weddings are a beautiful and exciting way to celebrate love in an exotic or picturesque location. Whether it’s on a beach, at a vineyard, or in a romantic city, dressing appropriately for such an occasion is essential. Choosing the right destination wedding outfit is key to looking great and staying comfortable. From selecting stylish and comfortable destination wedding guest dresses to choosing the perfect Destination wedding outfit for the bride and bridesmaids, finding the right look is crucial for a stunning wedding celebration.

In this guide, we will help you navigate everything you need to know about choosing the best destination wedding outfit, including tips for various wedding roles, the impact of location on clothing choices, and answers to frequently asked questions.

Factors to Consider for the Perfect Destination Wedding Outfit

Location and Weather

The location of the wedding is perhaps the most important factor when choosing your destination wedding outfit. If you’re attending a wedding on a tropical beach, you’ll need to dress in lightweight, breathable fabrics like linen, chiffon, or cotton to stay cool. On the other hand, if the wedding is at a more formal or cooler venue, such as a mountain resort or historic building, you might want to opt for layers or warmer fabrics like satin or silk.

The weather plays a huge role too. Hot, humid conditions will demand breathable, loose-fitting attire, while a cooler climate may require warmer layers or a stylish wrap to ensure you remain comfortable throughout the event.

Formality of the Event

The formality of the wedding will also influence the style of your destination wedding outfit. Some destination wedding outfits are casual, especially those on the beach, where a laid-back vibe suits the natural setting. Others may be more formal, requiring more traditional and structured outfits.

If the invitation or wedding website indicates a formal event, it’s important to choose destination wedding outfit that reflects the couple’s desired aesthetic. For a casual beach wedding, a flowy destination wedding guest dresses or a linen suit may be appropriate. In contrast, for a more formal setting, a cocktail dress or a sleek gown would be more fitting.

Destination Wedding Guest Dresses: Style Tips and Ideas

As a guest, finding the perfect destination wedding guest dresses requires a blend of fashion, comfort, and appropriateness for the location. Whether the wedding is on a sunny beach, in a lush garden, or at a chic urban venue, your attire should reflect the venue’s mood and theme.

For Beach Weddings

Beach weddings typically call for lightweight fabrics, relaxed fits, and an overall easygoing style. Think maxi dresses or midi dresses made from airy materials like chiffon or silk. Floral patterns and tropical prints work beautifully for a beach wedding setting. A destination wedding guest dress with a flowy silhouette can be ideal for staying cool and comfortable under the sun.

Footwear is another key consideration for beach weddings. Sandals or wedges are a great choice since they won’t sink into the sand like traditional heels. And don’t forget a sun hat or sunglasses as chic accessories for an outdoor ceremony.

For Vineyard or Garden Weddings

Weddings at vineyards or in gardens may have a more romantic or rustic feel, making them perfect for a floral or pastel-colored destination wedding outfit. A cocktail dress or a semi-formal gown made from fabrics like lace or satin can provide the perfect balance between elegance and comfort.

Choose footwear that is practical for walking on grass or gravel, like block heels or stylish flats. In case of an evening event, bring along a light shawl or pashmina to stay warm once the sun goes down.

For City Weddings

Urban destination weddings often have a more formal, chic atmosphere. If the wedding is held in a city like Paris, New York, or Rome, a stylish, tailored dress or jumpsuit is an excellent option. Bold colors, sophisticated silhouettes, and trendy accessories can complete your city-chic destination wedding outfit.

For footwear, think sleek pumps or stylish loafers that offer comfort for walking around the city.

Brides and Bridesmaids: Picking the Perfect Destination Wedding Outfit For Brides

Choosing the perfect destination wedding outfit for the bride is one of the most exciting parts of wedding planning. Brides getting married at a destination wedding have more freedom to choose a non-traditional wedding dress. For beach or tropical weddings, many brides opt for flowy destination wedding dresses that allow movement and breathability.

Fabrics like chiffon, tulle, and organza are popular choices for destination wedding dresses for ladies. These lightweight materials offer an elegant drape without feeling too heavy in a warm climate. A-line or empire-waist dresses are particularly flattering for outdoor settings. Brides may also choose simple and romantic styles with lace detailing or minimalist designs that reflect the natural beauty of the destination.

For more formal venues, a structured gown with intricate beading or embellishments may be more fitting. Regardless of the style, it’s crucial that the bride’s destination wedding outfit is both stunning and practical for the setting.

For Bridesmaids

When it comes to bridesmaids, their destination wedding outfit should align with the location and overall wedding theme. For a beach wedding, lightweight destination wedding guest dresses in soft pastels, florals, or bright hues are an excellent choice. Shorter hemlines, such as tea-length or midi dresses, are ideal for warmer climates and sandy settings.

For more formal or cooler locations, bridesmaids may opt for longer gowns in satin or silk. These elegant fabrics complement sophisticated settings, like vineyards or city venues, while still offering the grace and style needed for a wedding party.

Special Destination Wedding Outfits for Mothers

When it comes to mother-of-the-bride dresses for beach weddings, the outfit should reflect elegance while keeping comfort in mind. Lightweight fabrics, flowing silhouettes, and soft hues are ideal for a beach or garden wedding. The destination wedding outfit for mothers should align with the overall theme while allowing for easy movement and comfort in the heat.

For formal weddings, such as those in castles or grand ballrooms, a more structured, embellished gown may be the right choice. Accessories like a wrap or shawl can add warmth if needed during cooler evenings.

Common Mistakes to Avoid When Choosing a Destination Wedding Outfit

1. Ignoring the Climate: Always consider the weather and venue before selecting your destination wedding outfit. Heavy fabrics like velvet or wool can leave you overheated at a tropical destination.

2. Wearing the Wrong Footwear: Avoid wearing high heels on the beach or in grassy areas, as they will sink into the ground. Instead, opt for wedges, flats, or stylish sandals that are practical yet fashionable.

3. Overpacking: It’s important to choose outfits that are easy to transport and care for. Stick with lightweight, wrinkle-resistant fabrics that can be packed neatly in a suitcase without too much hassle.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What should a guest wear to a beach destination wedding?

Guests should opt for a lightweight, breathable destination wedding guest dress or linen suit for men. Flowy fabrics, like chiffon or cotton, and sandals or wedges are ideal for a beach setting.

2. What kind of dresses are appropriate for a guest destination wedding?

Guest destination wedding dresses vary depending on the location. For beach weddings, lightweight, flowy dresses work well, while more formal settings may require structured gowns or cocktail dresses.

3. What should the mother of the bride wear for a beach wedding?

For beach weddings, mother-of-the-bride dresses for beach weddings should be elegant yet comfortable. Flowy dresses in pastel colors or light fabrics like chiffon are ideal for staying cool

4. What’s the best footwear for a destination wedding?

For beach weddings, wedges or flat sandals are the best options to avoid sinking into the sand. In more formal settings, low heels or block heels provide comfort and style

5. What’s a practical choice for a bridesmaid dress at a destination wedding?

For a beach or outdoor wedding, bridesmaids should choose destination wedding guest dresses that are made from lightweight fabrics, like chiffon, in shorter lengths for ease of movement.

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Conclusion

Choosing the right destination wedding outfit requires careful consideration of the location, weather, and formality. Whether you’re the bride, bridesmaid, or a guest, your outfit should be both stylish and comfortable. From chic destination wedding guest dresses to elegant bridal gowns and formal mother-of-the-bride attire, dressing appropriately for a destination wedding ensures that everyone feels and looks their best while celebrating in a stunning locale.

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The Complete Guide to Door Replacement in Muswell Hill: Enhance Your Home’s Style and Security

Introduction

Door replacement can make all the difference when it comes to your house, improving its curb appeal, security, and energy efficiency. Muswell Hill is a charming area with historic homes and a lively community; its needs for replacing doors are unique in their way. Whether you think of replacing a new front door, back door, or internal doors, this post outlines everything about door replacement in Muswell Hill that you must know if you reside.

Why Door Replacement Matters

Replacing doors isn't just about looking good, although that too. Replacing doors can mean improved security, increased energy efficiency, and significant added value to your home. Considering that Muswell Hill varies from Edwardian homes through modern flats, door replacement gives homeowners the chance to update or preserve the character of their homes while improving functionality.

Key Benefits of Door Replacement

Improved Security: New doors have superior locking and are of harder-wearing woods and materials for improved security. Better Energy Efficiency: A well-fitting, insulated door reduces heat loss and, in turn, lowers energy consumption. Improved Curb Appeal: A new door will immediately add some aesthetic value to your property by providing an inviting entrance. Less Maintenance: New, improved materials boast minimal maintenance, which equates to less upkeep and longevity in performance.

Types of Door Replacements

Choosing the right door type for your replacement is important for functionality and aesthetics. Here are some of the common types of doors suitable for properties in Muswell Hill:

Wooden Doors

Wooden doors present an eternal look and can be made for any style. In cases of older, more traditional homes in Muswell Hill, wooden doors often complement the architectural feel of the home. Still, they require regular maintenance to avoid warping and weather damage.

uPVC Doors

The durability, energy efficiency, and low maintenance qualities make UPVC doors stand out. The rot-resistant material does not require painting; therefore, it has also turned out to be a modern choice for homes and high-traffic entry points.

Composite Doors

Composite doors combine the attractiveness of wood with the strength and low maintenance of uPVC. They consist of a mixture of materials that provide good insulation and are extremely resistant to weather conditions and wear and tear.

Aluminium Doors

For many trying to add a touch of modernity, the aluminium door is sleekly stylish in their design. They are remarkably robust and consider them ideal for larger-sized door frames. Being so robust in nature, they're more ideal for patio or sliding doors.

Glass Doors

Glass doors or doors with glass panels allow much natural light in, therefore, making it bright and airy inside. Glass panel doors have the best fit for back doors or interior doors. However, they are not considered as providing high security if not reinforced.

Considerations for Replacement Doors Muswell Hill

While planning your replacement door, remember to consider various factors that will affect the longevity, performance, and look of your new door.

Security Features

Safety: Muswell Hill is one of those places that are safe; however, for peace of mind, appropriate robust door security is always recommended. doors with multi-point locking systems, impact-resistant materials, and toughened-up frames would be the best options; composite and steel-reinforced doors often boast excellent security features.

Energy Efficiency

Energy efficiency is all the more important when the cold season sets in. Properly insulated doors with double or triple glazing will let you maintain the temperature that you need for your home while saving on heating bills. For optimal energy efficiency, look for doors with high U-value since low U-value denotes better insulation.

Compatibility of Style and Material

Muswell Hill has many various architectural styles. Most importantly, one has to choose the door type that fits the model of the house it will decorate. For example, Victorian and Edwardian homes require classic wooden or composite doors. Newer homes will suit the sleek lines of uPVC or aluminium doors.

Budget and Value

These can range in cost from a few hundred pounds for a basic model to several thousand pounds depending on the material, style, and features. While upVC and wooden doors tend to be less expensive, composite and aluminium doors are usually at the high-end of the price scale. On the other hand, a quality door can increase the value of your home, save you money in maintenance costs in the long run.

Installation Process

Professional installation ensures optimum performance. The professional installer will take an exact measurement of your door frame, align it correctly, and fit it snugly to eliminate drafts and provide smooth operation of the door.

Muswell Hill Door Replacement

There are numerous companies offering replacement services in Muswell Hill, each having various options for fitting any budget and style desired. The best service providers would be those offering experience within the area, positive customer reviews, and providing guarantees concerning their products and workmanship.

Maintenance Tips for Your New Door

Following your new door replacement, a little care will indeed go a long way in ensuring that your door lasts for a lifetime and maintains its newer look.

Regular Cleaning: Clean your door using mild soapy water with a soft cloth; avoid using harsh chemicals because they might destroy the finishes.

Lubricate Hinges and Locks: Smoothen all moving parts every six months to ensure smooth operation.

Check on Weather Stripping: You'll want to check on that weather stripping, replacing it if worn to keep efficiency in energy.

Touch Up Paint: If you have chosen a painted door touch up any scratches or chips. You want to avoid water infiltration and preserve the look of your door.

Top FAQs About Door Replacement in Muswell Hill

How much does door replacement cost in Muswell Hill?

The cost of replacing doors will depend on the material and style, among other things that may be incorporated into it, such as glass panels or security locks. Regular prices are as follows: Basic uPVC door: from £500 up to £800, while composite and wooden doors have a price range starting from £800 and going up to £1,500. The costs of installation will most likely be additional, so it is best to request an itemized quotation from a local company.

What is the best door material for security?

Composite and steel-reinforced doors feature as among the best in terms of security features. They also boast durability, resistance to impact, in addition to multi-point locking systems. Have your choice of door also come with a strong locking mechanism and preferably a solid core for increased security.

Can I replace a door without replacing the frame?

Yes, you can replace just the door if the frame is in good condition. However, in most situations where the frame shows wear, rot, or misalignment, it is best to change both for the door fitting and insulation.

Typically, a new replacement door will take a day to be installed, with the removal of the old door and the fitting of the new one. However, projects that are a bit complex may take a little longer, such as bespoke-sized doors or doors with sidelights. It's always best to ask the fitter for the most accurate estimated completion time of your job.

Do I need a permit to change doors in Muswell Hill?

This normally doesn't require a permit, provided you are only replacing an old door with a new one, more or less similar in size and style. On the other hand, any changes to the door opening or significant structural changes may need permission, especially in the case of a listed building or when it comes to a conservation area.

Conclusion

That will be a practical and aesthetic upgrade to your house in Muswell Hill, aimed at improving comfort, security, and adding value. You are free to choose from a wide range of styles and materials that best fit the unique character of your house while benefiting from increased functionality and energy efficiency. Be it the elegance of a wooden door, the strength and stability of a composite, or sleek lines of an aluminium door, investment in good quality with professional installation means you will go on enjoying your new door for many years to come.

Keep your house in style, safe, and secure by correctly selecting your door replacement in Muswell Hill and taking good care of it. Take the time to browse through local providers, compare the available options, and make your best decision. With a new door, you give your home a fresh look and make a permanent impression on anyone who steps through your doorway.

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Graduation Robes in Dubai: A Guide for Traditions in Style

Graduation is something like the ultimate culmination of hard work and dedication on the part of a student. It will be the last try at an important stage of academic life. In Dubai, famous for traditional richness mixed with modern elegance, graduation holds a very specific kind of importance. The very important graduation robes in dubai element of culmination is the graduation robe, which symbolizes academic achievement and pride. We shall establish in this article the importance of graduation robes for Dubai and discuss useful tips on the choice of one for the big day.

The Importance of Graduation Robes

Graduation robes have been a tradition around academic institutions across the world for such a long time and represent the rite of passage and the moment of achievement. In Dubai, it is city where students come from an array of backgrounds, and putting on a robe means much more than just a mere formality-it symbolizes the unity of the graduates in a multicultural society.

Traditionally, the robe is completed with a graduation cap, often called a mortarboard, and sometimes with a sash or stole that signifies the academic discipline. Several grad ceremonies in the UAE also utilize the national flag or national colors, which can be a source of pride and identity of the country.

How to Select the Best Graduation Robe in Dubai

Graduation robes in Dubai are different in style, color, and fabric. This is more or less an indication of the institution or academic level. Below are some aspects on which you will consider while choosing your graduation attire:

1. Style and Tradition

The style of your graduation robe is usually determined by your educational institution, but you have to ensure that it fits well and according to the formality involved in the graduation ceremony. For graduation in Dubai, it could indeed be grand and held in quite luxurious venues, so a well-tailored good quality robe is necessary for all-around success.

2. Colors

On the other hand, colors are used to distinguish the academic level or field. Instead of merely black, some use other shades such as blue, red, or gold depending on the subjects done by law graduates, or graduation robes in dubai business and arts students in Dubai.

 Some of the robes from the graduating class will also exhibit their origins so that traditional colors are massed together with a modernistic design.

3. Choice of Material

Since Dubai's weather is more temperate, an outdoor ceremony may still prefer graduation robes made of light and airy fabrics such as polyester or cotton blends. These textiles are more comfortable for the lengthier seating ceremonies outside.

Robes may also be purchased in luxurious satin and velvet. Examples of these types will ideally be used in indoor, air-conditioned halls and not in outdoor events.

Your robe needs to be just right. Most robe suppliers in Dubai give you the option of making adjustments to fit your shape and size or you can have robe adjustments to fit many shapes and sizes. Test the comfort and movement by trying the robe on under your graduation outfit before wearing it for virtual or in-person photos.

Where to Buy or Rent Graduation Robes in Dubai

Dubai has good variety of graduation robes to be bought and rented. It is advisable to rent more so because one feels that he/ she is going to wear the graduation robe only once. Rental services provide one with everything: robe, cap, and sash, coupled with dry cleaning as well as delivery services among others. Getting oneself premium quality graduation robes doesn't have to cost an arm and a leg when renting is considered.

You might decide to purchase a robe, if you will be retaining it as a memento or if you will wear it to other academic events. Most shops in Dubai give you personal designs allowing you to change the robe with some colors, embroidery, or details to make the experience memorable.

Conclusion:

A graduation experience is always something to be celebrated in style, and perfect robes are part of the magic. To rent or buy the right robe will matter much more than to reflect your value for your academic achievement as well as personal style and the customs of this fine city called Dubai. You will then surely do make advance graduation robes in dubai preparation and understand your possibilities, then you will have selected the perfect robe to make the memory of the day quite worthwhile.

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Start Your Day Right: The Best Breakfast in Wynwood at Mayami Wynwood

Wynwood is known for its vibrant art scene, lively culture, and eclectic dining experiences. But when it comes to finding the perfect wynwood’s breakfast spot, one name stands out: Mayami Wynwood. Known for its unique fusion of Latin-inspired flavors, Mayami Wynwood isn’t just a top nightlife destination — it also offers an unforgettable breakfast experience that will leave you energized and ready to explore all that Wynwood has to offer.

A Breakfast Like No Other

At Mayami Wynwood, breakfast is more than just a meal; it’s an experience. Drawing on the rich culinary traditions of Latin America, the breakfast menu at Mayami is designed to awaken your senses with bold flavors and fresh ingredients. Whether you’re in the mood for a light, refreshing option or a hearty, satisfying dish, there’s something for everyone to enjoy.

Signature Breakfast Dishes

One of the highlights of Mayami Wynwood’s breakfast menu is their take on classic morning dishes with a Latin twist. Here are a few of the must-try items:

Huevos Rancheros — A true breakfast staple, this dish features perfectly cooked eggs on top of a crispy tortilla, smothered in rich, flavorful salsa. With a side of black beans and avocado, it’s a delicious way to start the day.

Chorizo Breakfast Tacos — For those who want something with a little kick, the chorizo tacos are a perfect choice. Made with spicy chorizo, scrambled eggs, and fresh salsa, these tacos pack a punch while staying light enough for a morning meal.

Avocado Toast with a Twist — Mayami’s take on the trendy avocado toast adds a unique spin, incorporating zesty lime, cilantro, and a hint of smoked paprika for a vibrant flavor profile. Paired with a poached egg, it’s a fresh and filling option for health-conscious diners.

Tropical Fruit Bowl — For a lighter breakfast, the tropical fruit bowl offers a refreshing mix of exotic fruits like papaya, mango, and pineapple, topped with a drizzle of honey and a sprinkle of granola. It’s the perfect way to enjoy Miami’s fresh, local produce.

Freshly Brewed Coffee and Refreshing Drinks

A great breakfast is incomplete without the perfect beverage to pair with it. Mayami Wynwood takes coffee seriously, offering a variety of freshly brewed options, from rich espressos to smooth, cold brews. Their baristas are skilled in creating both classic coffee drinks and unique, Latin-inspired blends that will satisfy even the most discerning coffee lover.

For those looking for something refreshing, Mayami also offers a selection of fresh juices and smoothies. From tropical flavors like passionfruit and guava to energizing green smoothies packed with nutrients, there’s a drink for every taste. And of course, if you’re in the mood for a brunch-style drink, Mayami’s signature Mimosa or Bloody Mary is always a good choice.

A Vibrant Atmosphere to Start Your Day

One of the things that makes breakfast at Mayami Wynwood truly special is the atmosphere. Located in the heart of Wynwood’s art district, the restaurant’s design is a blend of modern chic and Latin flair, with bright murals, greenery, and an open-air setting that lets you enjoy Miami’s beautiful weather while you dine. The laid-back vibe is perfect for a leisurely breakfast, whether you’re meeting friends, having a casual business meeting, or simply enjoying some quiet time to yourself.

Mayami Wynwood’s breakfast seating is designed to encourage relaxation. With both indoor and outdoor spaces, you can choose to sit in the airy patio surrounded by colorful street art or indoors for a more intimate, cozy setting. Either way, you’ll feel the vibrant energy of Wynwood all around you.

Perfect Location for Exploring Wynwood

After enjoying a satisfying breakfast at Mayami, you’re perfectly positioned to explore everything that Wynwood has to offer. The neighborhood is famous for its street art, including the iconic Wynwood Walls, which are just a short walk from the restaurant. Stroll through the streets and take in the murals, visit the many galleries showcasing local and international artists, or pop into the trendy boutiques and shops that line the area.

If you’re visiting on a weekend, you may even catch one of the many cultural events or markets that take place in Wynwood, making it the ideal spot to spend a day immersed in Miami’s creative scene.

Why Mayami Wynwood Offers the Best Breakfast in Wynwood

What sets Mayami Wynwood apart as the best breakfast spot in Wynwood is the combination of bold, flavorful food, a welcoming and stylish atmosphere, and a location that places you in the heart of one of Miami’s most dynamic neighborhoods. Whether you’re a local or visiting Wynwood for the first time, breakfast at Mayami is a one-of-a-kind experience that brings together the best of Miami’s culinary and cultural offerings.

Mayami Wynwood takes the traditional breakfast and elevates it with Latin flair, making it a must-visit spot for anyone looking to start their day with a memorable meal. From savory dishes to sweet, tropical treats, and everything in between, there’s no better place to enjoy the best breakfast in Wynwood.

Plan Your Breakfast Visit to Mayami Wynwood

Breakfast at Mayami Wynwood is served daily, offering an array of options that cater to all tastes and preferences. Whether you’re stopping by for a quick bite or settling in for a leisurely morning meal, Mayami Wynwood guarantees a delightful start to your day. Be sure to check out their breakfast hours and plan your visit to experience the best breakfast bar in Wynwood has to offer.

So next time you’re in Wynwood and craving an extraordinary breakfast, head over to Mayami Wynwood and discover why it’s quickly becoming the go-to spot for both locals and tourists alike.

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Farmhouse Living Room Ideas You Will love

The farmhouse aesthetic continues to reign supreme in interior design, offering a warm and inviting look for your living room. Characterized by its blend of rustic charm, cozy comfort, and natural elements, the farmhouse style evokes a sense of nostalgia and casual elegance. Whether you reside in a charming farmhouse  living room decor or a modern apartment, you can capture the essence of this style with a few key design choices.

This comprehensive guide dives into everything you need to know about creating the perfect farmhouse living room. We'll explore furniture selections, color palettes, decorating tips, and inspirational design ideas to help you transform your space. 

THE FOUNDATIONAL ELEMENTS OF A FARMHOUSE LIVING ROOM

 Farmhouse living room furniture  prioritizes comfort and functionality over sleek, modern lines. Look for pieces crafted from natural materials like wood, wicker, and wrought iron. Consider these options:

Sofas and Chairs:Opt for plush sofas with slipcovers or weathered leather. Wingback chairs, rolled-arm sofas, and armchairs with exposed wood frames all add to the rustic charm. 

Coffee Tables:Chunky wood coffee tables with a distressed finish or reclaimed wood pieces create a perfect centerpiece. 

Accent Tables:Side tables and console tables made from reclaimed wood, wrought iron, or even repurposed trunks add character and provide additional storage. 

Bookshelves:Open shelving crafted from wood or metal showcases books, decorative baskets, and other farmhouse-inspired accents. 

COLOR PALETTE

The farmhouse color scheme typically utilizes a neutral foundation of white, cream, beige, and gray, creating a sense of spaciousness and allowing for pops of color through decor and accessories. Consider incorporating these elements: 

White Walls:White or light-colored walls are a staple, reflecting light and creating a bright and airy feel. 

Accents:Introduce warmth with natural wood tones in furniture, exposed beams, or flooring. Soft greens, blues, and yellows can be used sparingly in throw pillows, rugs, or artwork for a touch of personality. 

Black Accents:A touch of black through hardware, metal accents, or picture frames can add a touch of sophistication and definition. 

Farmhouse living rooms typically feature natural flooring materials that exude warmth and texture. Popular choices include: 

Hardwood:Stained or distressed hardwood floors are a classic option, offering durability and a timeless look. 

Engineered Wood:Engineered wood with a weathered or rustic finish provides a budget-friendly alternative. 

Luxury Vinyl Plank (LVP):LVP with a wood-look finish offers excellent water resistance and a comfortable feel underfoot. 

Rugs:Layered rugs add warmth, texture, and define sitting areas. Choose natural fibers like sisal, jute, or wool with geometric patterns or vintage-inspired designs. 

Farmhouse lighting focuses on creating a warm and inviting ambiance. Here are some key elements:

Chandeliers:Consider a rustic chandelier made from wood, wrought iron, or mason jars.

Sconces:Wall sconces with exposed bulbs or antique-inspired designs add a touch of vintage charm.

Table Lamps:Table lamps made from ceramic, glass, or metal with burlap or linen shades add a warm glow on side tables and consoles. 

Floor Lamps:Floor lamps with tripod stands or a rustic base provide additional lighting in corners or reading areas.

FARMHOUSE LIVING ROOM DESIGN INSPIRATION 

THE SHIPLAP STATEMENT WALL

Shiplap walls, a classic farmhouse element, add texture and visual interest. Paint them white for a clean look or embrace a weathered, distressed finish for a more rustic vibe.

THE COZY FIREPLACE

Nothing says farmhouse living room quite like a cozy fireplace. If you have a fireplace, consider using reclaimed wood for the mantel, adding decorative brickwork, or flanking it with built-in shelves for displaying collections.

THE RUSTIC CHIC COFFEE TABLE

A chunky wood coffee table with a distressed finish or a reclaimed wood piece with a natural finish serves as the heart of the living room. Decorate it with a rustic tray, vintage books, or a bowl of greenery.

THE WELCOMING ENTRYWAY

Create a warm welcome by incorporating a rustic entryway table or console. Display a vintage mirror, a galvanized metal bin for blankets, or a basket overflowing with throws.

THE FINISHING TOUCHES: RUSTIC CHARM

Improve your farmhouse living room with these finishing touches: 

Woven Baskets:Use woven baskets for storage or displaying throw blankets and pillows. 

Metal Accents:Incorporate metal accents through lanterns, candle holders, or picture frames for a touch of industrial charm.

Vintage Finds:Embrace the farmhouse aesthetic with vintage finds like antique clocks, galvanized metal watering cans, or old suitcases repurposed as coffee tables.

Greenery:Introduce life and color with potted plants like fiddle leaf figs, succulents, or herb gardens in galvanized metal containers.

Textiles:Layer cozy textures with throw pillows and blankets made from natural fibers like linen, wool, or faux fur. Choose plaids, stripes, or floral patterns in neutral tones with pops of color.

Artwork:Adorn your walls with rustic artwork like vintage landscapes, botanical prints, or framed antique maps.

FARMHOUSE LIVING ON A BUDGET

Creating a Modern farmhouse living room doesn't require a hefty budget. Here are some tips to achieve the look for less:

Shop Flea Markets and Thrift Stores:Hunt for vintage furniture pieces that can be refurbished or repurposed. You might find hidden gems like old trunks, side tables, or picture frames that add instant farmhouse charm. 

DIY Projects:Get creative with DIY projects! Build a rustic coffee table from reclaimed wood, create a shiplap accent wall yourself, or reupholster old chairs with farmhouse-inspired fabric. 

Embrace Natural Elements:Bring the outdoors in with branches, twigs, and greenery foraged from your own backyard or a local park. Arrange them in decorative vases or create a simple centerpiece. 

Focus on Lighting:Invest in lamps with a rustic aesthetic instead of a statement chandelier. Table lamps and sconces can create a warm and inviting ambiance without breaking the bank.

FARMHOUSE LIVING FOR DIFFERENT TASTES

The beauty of the farmhouse style is its versatility. Here are some ways to adapt it to your personal preferences:

Modern Farmhouse:For a more contemporary take, incorporate clean lines, sleek furniture pieces with a rustic finish, and black metal accents. 

French Farmhouse:Embrace a touch of French elegance with ornate mirrors, light and airy colors like pale lavender or sage green, and floral patterned throw pillows. 

Industrial Farmhouse:Mix in industrial elements like metal chairs, exposed brick walls, and vintage lighting fixtures for a touch of urban grit. 

FAQS 

How do I make my living room look farmhouse-style? 

Incorporate natural materials like wood and wrought iron in furniture, create a neutral color palette with pops of color, choose natural fiber rugs, and add rustic charm with vintage finds and greenery. 

What style is replacing modern farmhouses?

While farmhouse remains popular, Japandi and organic modern styles are gaining traction. Japandi blends Japanese minimalism with Scandinavian functionality, while organic modern emphasizes natural materials, curved lines, and a connection to nature. 

What is the most popular farmhouse decor?

Shiplap walls, vintage signs, galvanized metal accents, woven baskets, and throw pillows with natural textures are all popular farmhouse decor elements. 

How do you decorate a cozy farmhouse?

Layer cozy textures like chunky knit blankets and faux fur throws, add warm lighting with table lamps and candles, and incorporate natural elements like wood and greenery.

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What to Look for While Buying Premium Women's golf wear?

The commercial aspect of golf is unquestionably still highly male-dominated. Products made with women in mind appear to be an afterthought or ignored most of the time, especially regarding equipment. The same holds for clothing brands. However, changes can be seen in the Premium Women's golf wear market. More and more companies are making stylish, high-performance golf clothes for women.

What are the guidelines for appropriate golf attire for women?

Dress regulations are enforced by most golf courses if not all. When you walk up to play golf with a tank top and denim shorts, you may be turned away from the club if you haven't taken the right precautions. Generally, the dress code at more exclusive and costly golf courses is more stringent. You can't even wear shorts to certain clubs!

The best bet for the casual golfer on a tight budget is to play at a municipal course. Golf attire is often not a big deal to them, and many courses have no dress code. Call the course you want to play at to find out what is required of you in terms of attire if you are still unsure. 

Golf attire that is appropriate for the game

Everything you need for a great round of golf at your neighborhood course is already in your bag. Golf equipment consists of a bag, several balls, and gloves. Yet, just as having the proper golf equipment is crucial, so is wearing the appropriate Premium Women's golf wear.

Your golf performance will improve significantly if you wear the appropriate attire, allowing you to move freely and comfortably during the game so that you may freely swing your golf club without hindrance.

Women's golf attire that prioritizes performance and value

Ladies' golf attire should ideally be constructed from a sweat-resistant, breathable, and lightweight material. Taking a shot in stifling heat is a miserable experience for anybody. Golf apparel is notoriously pricey, with some items costing twice as much as comparable tennis or casual clothes.

Stylish and functional women's golf attire

Because you'll be outside, making lots of arm motions and walking, it's only natural that you'd want to wear comfortable women's golf attire from luxury golf apparel brands. Wear clothes that fit snugly yet still give you room to move. Loose, baggy clothes have no place on the golf field.

Take the weather very seriously

If you're able to relax and enjoy yourself on the course, it can show in your score. So, it would be beneficial if you were required to show extreme care for the weather conditions. The weather may influence the way you dress for golf. 

Wearing light, airy clothing helps you feel cooler and more comfortable in warm weather. Layering up your clothing for the chilly weather is a good idea. Regardless of the temperature outside, a jacket is always a good choice.

Conclusion

Moreover, Golf accessories for women from luxury golf apparel brands are the most entertaining element of any woman's closet. You can easily choose a hat to complement your golf ensemble since they come in various colors and patterns.

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Buy Bridal Punjabi Jutti Online for Ladies at Glam Story

Bridal ceremonies are a time of joy and excitement. You’ve put so much thought and effort into this day, and you want everything to be perfect. That’s why you need the best wedding accessories, and that’s where Buy Golden Bridal Punjabi Jutti Online comes in. At Glam Story, we offer high-quality, affordable bridal juttis for ladies of all ages. We have a wide selection of materials and colors to choose from, so you can find the perfect jutti for your special day. Our team is available 24/7 to help you choose the right jutti for you.

What is a Bridal Jutti?

If you are looking for a stylish, comfortable, and convenient way to wear your bridal outfit, then a bridal jutti is the perfect option for you! The bridal jutti is a traditional Punjabi dress that features a short skirt and a long top. It is often worn as part of a bride's wedding ensemble and can be paired with heels or flats to create an elegant look.

The bridal jutti is available in a variety of colors and styles, so you can find one that suits your personality and style. Plus, because it is made from high-quality fabric, the bridal jutti will keep you cool in summer weather and warm in winter weather. If you're interested in purchasing a bridal jutti online, be sure to check out Glam Story's selection! We have options in both traditional and contemporary designs.

How to Choose the Correct Jutti for Your Wedding Day

There are many types of Daily Use Jutti available in the market. But before choosing the right jutti, it is important to know the basic features of a bridal jutti. A bridal juti should be comfortable, stylish, and fit for your wedding day.

The following are some tips to choose the perfect bridal juti:

1. Check the Material

A good quality bridal juti should be made from materials that are comfortable and stylish. The fabric should be soft and light, making it easy to move in. You can also opt for a special fabric made for weddings that will look stunning on you.

2. Fit

Your Wedding Day isn't going to be complete without a beautiful and fitting bridal juti! Make sure to try on different sizes so that you find one that fits snugly but comfortably around your waist and legs. Remember: You want something that will make you feel confident and beautiful on your big day!

A tight-fitting dress can also give you an hourglass figure, which is always flattering!

3. Style

Your Wedding Juti can be decorated with beautiful traditional or contemporary embroidery or sequins, adding an extra touch of glamour to your big day! If you want something more simple, opting for a plain design will also look great. Whatever style you go for, make sure it matches your other accessories carefully!

 

What to Look for in a Bridal Jutti

When it comes to Punjabi bridal wear, there are a few things you should keep an eye out for. A traditional Punjabi Jutti for Bridal is a comfortable and stylish option for your big day. Here are some key features to look for when shopping for one:

The jutti should be lightweight and airy.

It should fit comfortably across the body, without being too tight or too loose.

The fabric should be durable and resistant to fading or tear.

 

The Different Types of Punjabi Juttis

There are different Punjabi juttis, depending on the intricate designs and patterns prevalent in this particular region. A few of the most popular types of Punjabi juttis include the dupatta jutti, the salwar kameez jutti, and the sari jutti.

The dupatta jutti is a traditional Punjabi outfit that features a piece of fabric wrapped around the body several times, usually around the waist or neck. The Premium Collection Punjabi Juttis is another popular type of Punjabi outfit that features a long tunic and pants made out of cotton linen cloth. The sari jutti is a traditional Indian clothing item made from silk fabric, and it is often worn by women during special occasions such as weddings or religious ceremonies.

Choosing the Right Color for Your Wedding Jutti

If you are looking to accessorize your wedding ceremony with an ethnic touch, choose a Punjabi jutti! Juttis are a traditional outfit worn by women in Punjab, India. These clothes consist of a long blouse and baggy trousers. They can be either brightly colored or plain and can be paired with a variety of headwear, such as a turban or shawl.

When choosing the right color for your Punjabi jutti, it is important to consider your wedding theme. A bright yellow juti will look festive alongside a green and white floral theme, while a more subtle navy blue option will work well with any wedding style. You can also find Punjabi juttis in different shades of pink, purple, and brown to match any bridal ensemble.

If you are interested in purchasing a Punjabi jutti online, be sure to visit Glam Story where you can find many styles and colors to suit your needs. Our selection includes options that range in price from $35-$50 per juti, so there is sure to be one that fits your budget. Additionally, our team of experts is available 24/7 to help guide you through the process of selecting the perfect outfit for your special day!

How to Wear Your Punjabi Jutti on Your Wedding Day

Looking for the New Arrivals Punjabi Juttis to wear on your wedding day? Look no further than Glam Story! Our selection of Punjabi juttis range from traditional fringed designs to chic crossover designs. Whether you're opting for a jutti with a more traditional look, or something more modern and stylish, we've got you covered.

To get the perfect fit, make sure to measure your waist and hips before shopping. We also recommend consulting our size chart to find the best-fitting jutti for you. And don't forget to choose a colour that represents your personality and wedding style.

Conclusion

Wedding season is just around the corner, and that means you'll be shopping for bridal Punjabi Jutti online at Glam Story. We have a wide selection of designs to choose from, so finding the perfect pair for your special day won't be a problem. Our Punjabi Jutti is made out of high-quality fabric, so you can count on them to last long into your wedding night.

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What is a saree?

A sareeis a traditional Indian dress that is typically worn by women during festivals, weddings, and other special occasions. Made from cotton or silk fabric, it is often elaborately decorated with intricate beadwork and sequins. Sarees come in different sizes and lengths, depending on the wearer's preferences.

What are some of the benefits of wearing a saree?

Sarees are traditionally considered to be very comfortable and stylish. They provide excellent insulation from the cold weather, can be easily layered for warmth when necessary, and look elegant even when dressed casually. Furthermore, they make a woman feel confident and beautiful no matter what she wears underneath them.

1. How do sarees differ from blouses?

When it comes to clothing,saree blouseare often confused with blouses. But there are key differences between the two that should be noted. Here is a breakdown of the main points: 

- Sarees are usually longer and narrower than blouses, and they typically have more intricate designs. 

- Sarees usually consist of several pieces - a primary cloth piece (the drape), an underskirt or petticoat, and a veil or headpiece. 

- Blouses are shorter and straighter in shape, and they're less likely to feature elaborate patterns or textures. They're also more versatile - you can dress them up or down depending on your mood.

2. Types of sarees

There are three main types of sarees - Georgette, Chiffon, and Crepe.

Georgette is a delicate cotton fabric that is twilled into a stretchy corduroy-like fabric. It has a very high tensile strength and doesn't require any lining.

Chiffon is made from polyester or silk fabrics that are knitted together into a mesh-like fabric. The opacity of the chiffon makes it look like organza, but its resilience make it suitable for wear in all seasons. 

Crepe is both soft and drapable; perfect for light summer dresses or flowing gowns in the colder months. It's also easy to care for - just rinse with cold water if it gets dirty!

3. The history of sarees

Sarees have a long and complex history, which is often misunderstood. Here are three facts about sarees that will help to contextualize their current popularity:

- Sarees originated in the Indian subcontinent around 3,000 years ago. They were worn by women as part of their traditional dress and ceremonial attire.

- The Arabic word "sarī" translated literally means "to cover." This is why sarees are commonly called "coverings," because they essentially provide complete coverage for the body from head to toe. 

- In 1856, British army officer James Skinner developed a lightweight cotton fabric known as drill cloth that was perfect for military use. Drill cloth became popular among English soldiers stationed in India, and its thinness made it ideal for making saris. Soon afterwards, designers began creating styles of Indian clothing based on Skinner's drill cloth designs.

4. How to wear a saree?

When it comes to wearingsaree online USAthere are a few important things to keep in mind. First and foremost, make sure that your clothing is comfortable. Wearing a saree should not feel like you're wearing an extra layer of clothes; it should be light and airy enough so that you can move around easily.

Another crucial factor is modesty. Always ensure that your clothing covers everything decency-wise, and avoid exposing too much skin (especially the bosom). Finally, make sure that your hair is properly styled when wearing a saree - loose curls or braids will help preserve modesty while still looking stylish.

5. Saree designs for women of all ages

When it comes to sarees, there is no one definitive style that works for everyone. Instead, there are a number of different saree designs that can be perfect for any woman. 

Below, we have compiled a list of six popular saree styles that are sure to appeal to women of all ages. Whether you're in your early twenties or late sixties, there's likely an ideal design waiting for you on this list!

6. Online stores that sell sarees

There are a number of online stores that sell sarees. Some of the more well-known ones include Zara, H&M, and ASOS. However, it's important to be aware that not all sarees sold through these stores are authentic. So, before you make a purchase, be sure to do your research and look for an authorized retailer.

 Conclusion

In conclusion, we've outlined a few key points about content marketing. First and foremost, it's important to have a clear strategy before you start writing or publishing any content. Secondly, make sure your content is well-written and easy to understand for your target audience. And finally, always keep track of your KPIs (key performance indicators) to see how effective your content strategy is.

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dance with the devil

✢ pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x CP0! Reader

✢ characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Baby Law, CPO Agents

✢ word count: 6.700

✢ contents: nsfw, mind break, size kink, rough sex, piercings, light bondage, degradation, name-calling, doflamingo being doflamingo

✢ a/n: yes doflamingo has nipple piercings in this. no, i won´t excuse myself. yes i’ll die with this headcanon.

It was a busy day on Dressrosa, thousands of people walking through the wide cobbled streets of the kingdom. Although the island was known throughout the New World for its high crime rate, a stranger would hardly suspect it on this day.

Given the fact that today was the day of the annual City Festival, celebrating the kingdom and its king in the same breath, probably only a world-weary person would dare to disrupt the festivities in any way incurring the rage of the island's ruler.

In this sense, you could not only be called such a world-weary person, but a crazy one as well. Because as a top agent of the CP0, todays mission couldn´t be closer than that of a suicide mission:  Sneak in among the crowdsof Dressrosa's annual town festival and find more information about the rumors of a hidden facility on the island.

In any other situation, the mission would have actually been one of your easier exercises. Emphasis on, actually. For your target for confirmation of the rumors was none other than the king and protector of Dressrosa himself, Donquixote Doflamingo.

As one of the Seven Warlord of the Seas, the Yaksha enjoyed the protection of the world government despite his status as a wanted pirate. But after said rumors reached the Cipher Pole headquarters, the world government apparently took notice and asked you to take on this top-secret mission, being known for wrapping every informant you knew around your pretty little fingers.

But this case was different. This you knew from the start, not only from the horrifying stories you had heard about your target yourself, but also from the gut feeling that got worse by the second you had arrived on the kingdoms island. Something on there put you off, you just couldn´t pinpoint it instantly.  Still, this didn´t change the fact that you gladly accepted the mission. Because when the world government ordered you to jump, the only thing you asked was how high.

And that's why you ignored the danger you headed into, even ignoring your closest colleagues trying to stop you from your venture. Because if there was one thing that you were determined off, then that you would do everything to bring the mission to a success. Even if it would be the last thing. For Justice.

The streets of Dressrosa were bustling with life as you maneuvered smoothly among the many people. Many festival stalls were set up along the sides of the streets, offering a wide variety of food and entertainment to the inhabitants of the kingdom. Festive lanterns and ornaments decorated the space between house walls and loud music gave the streets the last bit of festivity they needed to displace the dark, criminal sides of Dressrosa through the pageantry and abundance, if only for a moment.

And even though this was a known fact to everyone, people were celebrating nontheless. No matter where you went, you could see people dancing, singing, and cheering as they got into the festivities even before the late hours of the evening. A bitter smile spread across your lips as you thought about how macabre the celebration would seem in retrospective, should the rumors you had heard be confirmed.

Given the joy that the people of Dressrosa seemed to feel on this day, you could only hope for the opposite. And so, you strode forward, along the endless cobblestone streets of Dressrosa while the leisurely afternoon sun shone down on you and the people around you. In keeping with the good weather, you had thrown on light, airy festive clothes, whose fabrics elegantly wove around your body, while golden accessories made up the attention to detail.

Privately, you would never have let such close touch your body, especially because of the way it revealed so much of skin, only being used to the white suits you usually wore for work. But as an agent of the CP0, the only thing that counted was the success of your missions. And that's why you generously bit the bullet that your superior served you when he told you to get as close as possible to Dressrosa's protector and, at best, to engage him in conversation.

The premises you had to fulfill were thus clear. 1. You had to smuggle yourself among the people of Dressrosa as one of their own, hence the clothing you wore and 2. you had to do it in such a way that you would stand out from the crowd in spite of the king of Dressrosa, in order to attract his attention to you. Because of the big ego of the warlord, known all over the oceans, any other approach would be pride before the fall. Approaching the king from your side would make the king at least as wary of you as if you had stormed straight into his mansion with your CP0 suit to interrogate him.

This was a chess game where the playing colors were clearly distributed from the start. And to your condolences, the first move was not yours. So, you had to lay all your energy into the possibility of getting the attention of the warlord just from your looks and actions. But that was easier thought than done.

Because based on the information you had gathered about him in advance, he would never mingle with the "common people" like that. Like the king in chess, he would only stay close to his most expensive warriors, in order to destroy any attackers from there.

And for this reason, your walk across the festival brought you naturally to the only place where you thought you could conceivably implement this game of chess: The forecourt of the royal palace.

As you entered the beige paved plaza, the view of the palace left you speechless for a moment at the opulence that confronted you. Though the buildings of the world government with their classicist style you were used to a certain imposing at your workplace, the sight of the white-walled palace with its gigantic glass dome as a roof, confirmed you once again the detachment of reality a warlord like Doflamingo must live in.

With wide e/c eyes, you looked at the building in front of you, but it didn't take long before you turned your attention back to the plaza in front of you. From here on, every second mattered. Even one too-long disbelieving glance at the castle could instantly blow your identity as a stranger. Especially if someone from the Flamingo's beloved family saw you.

With a determined step, you went to a nearby stall to sit down for some refreshment, keeping an eye on the castle's entrance and exit, the large fountain with its cheerfully splashing water feature covering your luring form just a bit. Absently you went over your plan one more time, ordering a cold drink from a vendor in the meantime as music started to play from behind your ears. Apparently, a band of musicians had begun to play.

The way to the front courtyard of the castle in the scalding heat Dressrosas had exhausted even your trained body a bit, so you welcomed the cool liquid between your lips with great pleasure. You had just put the drink back on the counter, slid a few coins toward the vendor to pay for it, and taken a few steps back into the plaza when a loud boyish voice rose behind you.

Alarmed, you were about to turn around to see what was going on when suddenly something, or rather someone, ran into your legs and pulled the floor out from under you. Your quick reflexes could have easily saved you from the coming fall, but the risk of losing your cover was just too great. And so, as it would have happened to most people, you surrendered to your fate and landed with an unpleasant *slap* on your butt.

Noticeably annoyed by whoever gave you such an unpleasant landing, you let your gaze drag around you before you find a little boy barely a meter away from you on the ground. There we have the culprit...you think with a sigh before slowly rising from the hard cobblestone floor and carefully moving towards the boy who seems to have run into you. Next to him lies a white and gray spotted hat that probably fell off his head during his own fall.

With a firm grip you grab the hat and are about to give it back to the boy, a soft smile on your lips as you lean down to ask him "Are you okay?", but by then the boy has already snatched the hat from your hands to knock the dust off it, while fury-filled gray eyes glint at you. "Give it to me already!"

Briefly, you look at the boy in amazement. You immediately notice the unusual white patches from his terracotta-colored skin. Amber Lead? But weren't they all obliterated? Suspiciously, you look at the boy. Based on his darkening mine, he seems to notice that you've noticed his skin condition. Well, never mind. It's not like it was ever contagious. You straighten up self-consciously. "You're pretty cocky for running into me, kid! Didn't anyone ever teach you to apologize for something like that?"

His dark face brightens all at once, startled by the fact that you don't turn around on the toe of your shoes, as so many have done before when they discovered his mottled skin. It doesn't take long for him though before he recovers from his shock and wants to answer you back with a more confident grin. But just as he starts to speak, he is interrupted by a deep baritone voice that causes your pulse to skyrocket, suddenly realizing the presence in front of you. "Unfortunately, we have indeed failed to teach him about apologizing until this point."

Sweat rolls ice-cold down the back of your neck as you notice the man in front of you. How could you have failed to notice him until now? Were you so focused on the boy and his well-being?  You don't even have to raise your eyes to know who's in front of you. Still, your instincts led you to lift your gaze and face the Yakasha of Dressrosa, Donquixote Doflamingo.

Just a few feet away from you stood the tall man in all his grandeur, dressed in a burgundy suit and his branded pink coat, a smile on his face exposing a set of white straight teeth. Red glasses looked first at you and then at the boy, interested in the situation unfolding in front of him. Sweat ran further along the back of your neck in panic as you tried to get your pulse under control. If Doflamingo would get wind of it, your plan would be for the cat. Curse that little cheeky bastard!

"Fufufu...you really are a rascal, Law." The blonde man’s deep sneering voice rang out again as he took a few steps toward you and the boy. You eyed Doflamingo speechlessly, about to abort your mission and take flight, when the gigantic man...crouched down in front of you and the boy?! With your mouth slightly open, you gazed at the scene that began to unfold before you.

"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your temper in check outside of traing, Law?" With an annoyed sigh, the man flicked the little boy's forehead. "Ugh, that's not fair, Doffy! It's not my fault they got in my way!" Sulking, the little boy held the spot Doflamingo's finger had flicked. Doffy?! Dumbfounded, you looked towards the warlord, stunned that he enjoyed such a nickname in his closest circle, the Donquixote family.

Red glasses flashed at you again with interest a charming smile spreading over his tan features. "Fufufu, always ready with a few retorts, Law. But if I'm judging this correct, you've run from Giolla once again, so you own this lovely person an apology like they said."

You try as hard as you can to control the blush that shoots up your face at the blonde's compliment. It had been quite a while since someone had flirted with you so boldly, but you couldn´t get lost in sweet talk like this, when the person in question was your target himself.

At the same time, however, a new light of hope appeared to you. If you used Doflamingo's flirty offensive properly, you could get back on track with your original plan, despite the whole fiasco with the boy apparently named Law.

"Ugh, it's all right, Doffy. I'd rather apologize before you say any more gross stuff." With an evasive look, Law grumbles to himself, his hands shoved into his pants pockets like his Guardian beside him. "Sorry, I bumped into you."

A grin spreads across your lips before you confidently hold up a hand toward the little guy. "No problem, Law! Sorry I got in your way." The kid huffs at you, crossing his arms some more, taking your own hand, dubbing you "pretty weird, but alright" in the process and wandering off quickly. Left behind are just Doflamingo and you, who had been watching you, mere meters away from you through his dark glasses the whole time, a smirk on his lips.

The burning gaze of the man that he had laid on you would surely have must people buckle to their knees."Fufufu...please look past this little incident. Kids these days really aren't easy to tame. Especially not Law." You retort quickly at him, not letting the chance of keeping up the conversation, escape from your grasp. “Of course, I understand. He really looked like a handful. The blonde laughs, his eyes clearly scanning over your outfit, his eyes gluing to the golden accessories, you had been told would surely be in his favour. “Say, what´s your name? I´ve never seen you around here.” He licks himself quickly over the lips, his hands still in his pants as he asks for your name.

“Oh, right. I didn´t introduce myself. I´m y/n.” A quick bow follows your introduction. He seems pleased with your reaction, opening his mouth to reply to you, but you´re quick thinking mind won´t let him take the lead. “And if my hunch is right, you surely must be the king of this wonderful island. Donquixote Doflamingo!” you gesture at him. Pleased the Warlord grins at you, his body language showing you that he´s opening to you, from the flattering words. “You seem to have a good sense, y/n. That would be indeed me.” What an idiot…you grin to yourself, sure of yourself that it wouldn´t take to long to wrap this guy around your finger, if you kept up the sweet talk.

Despite your self-consciousness, of handling the situation, had had to say, you were pretty surprised when the tall man offered you his hand just a brief moment later. “Let me excuse myself once more properly for Law. After all he´s family and we don´t want you pretty little thing to remember Dressrosa and the Donquixote family badly.” he muses. “With a dance, if you will.”

He flashes you a charming smile, his presence allowing no rejection for an answer. You didn´t even have to calculate your next move, because even though you didn´t know at all how to dance, your instinct urged your body to move towards the tall warlord, the elegant clothing framing your body floating in the wind behind you as you take his hand, noticing how his eyes soak up your every movement of yours thinking to yourself, that if you played this right, the way to the success of your mission was free. Or so you thought.

Because as you suddenly were pulled awfully flush to Doflamingos tall frame, one of his large hands nestling itself right on your back, you realized, that giving the man even one chance of dominating you in which ever way, could be your death sentence. You gulped nervously.

 “Say, do you know how to dance tango, dear?” he grins at you. You shake your head at his question, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks at the thought of being let by him in a few seconds. He looks down at you, knowingly, a big Cheshire grin spread onto his sharp features as he whispers to you, “Then let me lead you through this little dance of ours. You´ll see how easy it is to follow my commands if you give yourself to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, you could indulge in this little moment with him. And after that, you could always win the lead back, full focus on your mission. But as soon as you took off, the band standing close to you, playing a rhythmic latin pop song, you somehow had a dark foresight, that this would be more difficult than you thought, by the way the blonde lead you dominantly through the dance, his hands directing every little move of your body as you got twirled around the plaza. And right you were, because like you would see later this day, if there was one art that Doflamingo was skilled in like no other, than that of utter domination.

People around you cheered on their king and savior as he danced with you. If somebody had told you that you would dance on one merry day in your life, with one of the warlords and Donquixote Doflamingo at that, you surely would have laughed at them. But right now, as you were in the situation of dancing with the man himself, accompanied by his tacky pink feather coat, just in front the castle he was residing in, you realized, that the reality of this thought wasn’t as bad as you thought. Much more the contrary. And this fact made you sick to the pit of your stomach, as he led you through the song, every passionate move calculated to perfection.

And calculated they were. Because in the time you cursed yourself mentally for the fun you had, dancing with the warlords over the plaza, he smiled to himself wickedly, relishing in the fact that the little CP0 agent, Trebol had warned him weeks prior, had already run deep into his trap, invisible strings already planted on your body, only waiting for him to be controlled than he already did, leading you through this dance, forcing you into total submission.

And submit you would. That was just the nature of every person who´s way intertwined with him, Donquixote Doflamingo, King of Dressrosa and for some, the devil himself. Though in your case, the submission he wished from you, was on the more improper side, then he usually demanded from people.

Because even though Doflamingo couldn´t care two shits about the fact that you were a CP0 agent, besides the fact that the world government had clearly showed him a big middle finger as warlord and would earn them corresponding consequences, he was keen on making you his. And if there was one thing that everybody knew of Donquixote Doflamingo, then that if he wanted something, he would get it. No matter at what cost.

As the song reached its final cord, Doflamingo caught you his arms, the two of you trying to catch their breath while people clapped delighted by your little show. “That was really fun.” You gripped onto the strong trained arms of the tan man, while he helped you to stand back up straight. “It was.” He nodded to you. “Though I must say, I really don´t like being lied to, dear y/n.”

You tense a little at this, looking up to his glass covered eyes. The tall man only chuckles at this with his signature laugh looking down at you from his tall height. “After all, this surely wasn´t your first-time dancing Tango, right?” You straighten up your back, mentally cursing the man for riling you up like this.

Is he toying with me?! The sudden thought intruded your head as soon as it was drilled out of it. That couldn´t be! If Doflamingo got a whiff of you being a CP0 agent, he surely would have killed you on the spot, right? Or maybe even worse. The thought alone made you shudder.

 “So? I´m not keen on waiting for answers, sweetheart” he gazed at you, thenicknameslipping off his tongue like sweet honey, earning a slight blush from you. You cleared your throat immediately in response. “Actually, no. I´ve never danced with anyone, for a fact.” He chuckles once more, still holding his arm around you, a vicious smile spreading on his features, “So I´m your first?”

At this comment, you actually would have liked to rip the stupid sunglasses off the nose of the man in front of you. But instead, you buried your dignity und your professionalism and responded to him with a fake giggle, “Well, you could say it like that.” Before calming yourself with the though, that all of this was for the success of your mission. You would get those god-damn information’s from Doflamingo. No matter what. As long as you didn´t have yourself away completely, you would even swallow your last inch of dignity and play a flirtatious game of cat and mouse with the great warlord.  

It this sole reason you keep going, twirling a h/c lock of yours, hoping to secure the attention of the Warlord on you further. “Though I must say, I would have never imagined for the King of Dressrosa himself to bestow me the honor of a wonderful first time like this.”

He responds with his own hearty laughter, his arm still not leaving your waist, as he leads you away from the middle of the plaza. “You sure know how to play with your words, sweetheart.” He grips your waist tighter, drawing small circles around it as he licks over his lips. “Though, if you had this much fun, then I can offer you another dance. A private one. Just the two of us.” He looks at you, smirking right at you, when your mouth opens and closes itself a few times, shocked by his sudden offensive offer.

“I-I´m sure a great king like you has far more important things to tend to, on an important day like this” You try so buy yourself some time with a quick excuse, mulling over the whole situation. “Fufufu, not at all, sweetheart. I appreciate your thoughtfulness though. Always a good thing for a lover to have.” He licks over his pinkish lips, relishing in the blush spreading over your cheeks.

God, damn this Flamingo! you cursed mentally, as a certain heat rushed to your core, anticipating how the situation you were in right now would unfold. “So tell me, dear y/n.” He stroked gently along your waist, “Will you indulge in this little sin together with me?”

You couldn´t say no. You just couldn´t. This was a fact you instantly realized. Because if you were to deny him, you would lose the chance of asking him out about the rumors. And besides that, even if your mission was top priority, you couldn´t deny the fact any longer, that the tacky blonde warlord was making you stupidly horny with his overflowing charisma.

You looked quickly down on the floor, then suddenly planting your hands on his broad chest, surprising Doflamingo a bit as you gently kissed him on the lips ushering a quick “I thought your majesty would never ask.”

He just laughed at that, Cheshire grin on his lips, hoisting you up with a firm grip on one of his arms, before thin, nearly invisible strings showed up under his feet, he swiftly hopped onto, carrying you to, what you supposed, to be his bedroom and ultimately the room where you would met your ultimate demise.

With a loud *thud* you were dropped onto a gigantic bed, red linen enveloping your body instantly as your body hit the soft mattress. You didn´t have much time to take the room around you in, because Doflamingo was over you in mere seconds, hands roaming greedily over your body while he kissed you passionatly, his tongue shoving itself dominantly in between your lips. You gasp in surprise as cold metal comes in contact with your own tongue.

A tongue piercing?!

It had been a while since you had been with someone, and especially with someone demanding as Doflamingo. You were cringing at the fact how wet you got just from the few heated kisses you had exchanged. His cold tongue piercing, protruding your own tongue every time, he tangled you up in another passionate kiss didn´t help for that fact.

Content with your responses, he gropes your rear, tugging at the soft material that envelopes your body. Squirming under his demanding touch, you try to get a handful yourself, roaming over the tall frame of the blonde, but suddenly being completely immobilized, by what seemed, an invisible force holding you in place. “We don´t play like that, sweetheart.”

You gasp at the sudden force, holding your frame in place, a low chuckle leaving the throat of the man atop of you as you whince, a sudden pain on your ankles and the feeling of a warm liquid showing you that you had cut yourself on somethin. “I wouldn´t want to move too much if I were you. Those strings can get really sharp if one struggles too much.” Your eyes widen, horrified, as you realize that the warlord seemingly had used the power of his devil fruit on you. “What´s your deal?!” you muffle, trying to stay calm, the sudden tension in the situation not being to your liking, at all.

Could it, be?! Your breath hitched.

“Fufufu, I should be the one asking that.” He smiles at you wickedly, fear rising from the pits of your stomach. You had a bad feeling about this. And if you would be right about it, then you were in the most horrible situation right now.

 “I didn´t know world government sends out sluts nowadays for their missions.” As soon as the words leave the lips of the warlord, it runs ice-cold down your spine, a menacing smile showing his pearly white teeth to you. “You really have a nerve to stroll around my kingdom on a day like this, trying to get some kind of information out of me. Luckily that little brat Law ran into you. To dumb only the world government and warlords know about Amber Lead not being contagious.”

Horrified, you look at the man atop of you as he gackles meanly at you. “And now look at you. All tied up, in the trap I set out for you.” You gasp as he suddenly pushed his long thick fingers between your legs, fingers pressing against your clothed core, his smile widening as he discovers the wet patch. “Fufufu, someone's eager.”

“Shut up!” you growl at him, trying to close your legs but failing miserably due to the sharp strings holding your body in place, cutting yourself on the razor sharp threads. “Watch your words, little one. You´re in no place to spite me.” he purrs, pressing harder onto your folds, the material between you creating just the right friction. You try to stifle the moan, wanting to escape you.

“Now tell me, sweetheart…why does the CP0 send me a slut? Are they that short on staff?” he taunts you, fingers agonizingly slow circling around your clothed private parts. “Don´t ridicule me! I´m an agent!” you spit at him, concentrating on not giving yourself away to him any more than you already had. “Fufufu, if that´s really true then I´m shocked how desperate you were mere seconds ago to indulge with me fucking you.” Cackling to himself, he tightened the grip of the strings on your body a bit, the strings cutting uncomfortably into your skin. “Or did the thought of getting it on with me, turn you on so much, that it clouded your ability to think straight, little agent?”

A groan left your body, your pulse speeding up as the pressure of the thin white cords. You cursed yourself mentally for the wetness that pooled between your legs, relishing in the snug feelings of Doflamingos strings pulling your hands and legs in place. “My, my, how obscene. If I wouldn´t know it better, I would say you really get off from this.” Menacingly, the blonde smirked, lowering his face right next to yours, his long tongue lolling out of his mouth, revealing the gold piercing once again. “But I guess, being controlled by somebody else is just in your nature, huh?”

“That´s not true.” You reply instantly, though suddenly realizing, that maybe, he wasn´t completely wrong. You were only a tool used by the world government to do whatever they wanted. They didn´t care two shits about you, sending you single-handedly to Dressrosa right into the hands of the Yaksha himself, cowering dangerously close right atop of you. As soon as you bit the dust, they would substitute you. Horrified you looked back at Doflamingo.

“What now? Don´t tell me you never once thought about this.” He laughed at you further, Tears pricking hotly at your eyes. You try to suppress them, but the utter horror of your failure combined with the fact that the CP0 would probably throw you away as soon as they heard of it, was too much to handle. Besides your current situation of being trapped under the dangerous Donquixote Doflamingo himself, that is. The laugh of the blonde man made the whole ordeal a thousand times worse. If you could, you just would have ceased to exist on the spot.

But as soon at the warlord realized your tears, he suddenly got quiet. A long-calloused finger brushed over your check, wiping it away, licking the fluid from his finger with his long tongue. “Tears really don´t suit your pretty face, sweetheart. It also doesn´t solve a thing.” You hiccup at him, completely dazed by your emotions.

Seemingly mulling something over in his head, he brushes through your hair, tan long fingers gently rippling through your h/c locks. Then he stops and looks you dead in your e/c eyes.

“Let me make you an helping offer.” His glasses shine at you. “You see, despite the people’s opinions, I´m not a total monster.” you shudder as his hands slowly traces from your head down your body, a gasp escaping your lips as he reaches your thighs, gripping them deliciously. “Since you´re pretty much dead for Cipher Pole, why don´t you give yourself to me? You´ll be a great addition to my family as a former Agent.” You look at him, still helplessly dazed the only thing coming out of your throat being a hoarse “Why.”

“See it as a win-win situation.” He lifts both of his hands up showing all of his ten slender fingers to you, grinning at you manically “A perfect puppet for a perfect puppeteer.”

“Sound like a match-made in heaven.”  you say sulky, still broken from your utterly miserable failure. 

“And…” he pauses dramatically, coming a bit closer to your face. “We can still indulge in this little sin of ours, if that´s still what you want” He cages you again, as his face looms right next to you. You look briefly at him, shutting your eyes for a mere second, before opening them up again and giving him a defeated nod.  Even a blind person could see that your situation was utterly a dead end.

You had failed your mission. Or as Cipher Pole would lay it out to you, you also had failed at being one of their top agents, making your existence in their ranks utterly worthless. And though you were broken for the moment, trying to progress your failure slowly, you know deep down, that you didn´t have a death wish. Which is why you told the menacing men over you directly to his face: “I agree. Under one condition.” He raises his eyebrow questioningly.

“I want to dance with you again.”  As you gave Doflamingo your condition, the tall blonde looked at you for a brief second, apparently not anticipating your answer. Then he began to laugh loudly, cupping your check gently, yet determined to calm himself.

“Fufufu, you´re really something!” He cups your jaw with two long fingers, continuing. “You´re wish shall be granted. Afterall, there´s no shame in wanting to dance with the devil.” Then the strings on your body suddenly disappear, letting you move your tensed up limbs a bit. You sigh in relief, surprised at the newfound freedom. Just as you want to scramble into a more comfortable position on the big bed, a determined hand pushes you back in place.

“Did I say you could move?” You look up to the blonde, now freed from his tacky coat, jacket and shirt, only residing in his dress pants. Your mouth begins to water at the sight in front of you. The defined muscle on the bronze skin of the warlord has your breath pitch high, but what really catches your attention are the two gold bars, that decorate his pink nipples.

“Cat got your tongue?” Doflamingo smirks at you, seemingly pleased by your reaction. In all of his adventurous encourages, there was nobody -men or women- who yet wasn´t flabbergasted by his godly body, the piercings always being just the icing on the cake. He grinned as you clutched your thighs together, obviously turned on by his sight.

I´m gonna have a lot of fun with this one… he thought to himself, before closing the distance between your two bodies, claiming your lips in the process, broad hands freeing you from the suffocating material that hid your bare skin offensively from him. If you didn´t know already that Doflamingo was a menace to himself and the people around him, you would have known it now, was when the powerful Yaksha growled into your ear:

“Be sure to give me a good show, sweetheart. We want the whole kingdom to know what a naughty little slut you are for your new king. See this as your rebirth ritual.”

Mere minutes later, only loud groans, desperate crys of pleasure and the slapping of skin could be heard in the bedroom of the Yaksha Dressrosas. The tall blonde man was sheeted balls deep into you, his long length stretching you out to the fullest. You on the other hand layed on your belly while he fucked you mercilessly from behind, hands on your hips, while your own were being hold on your back bis thin strings of his.

An especially low groan left the blondes lips, as he drilled his hard cock depper than before inside you. You cried out in response, taking him surprisingly well, walls snug around him, sucking him in deeper with every new thrust. Ravishing in getting railed like this you leveled yourself on your elbows, trying to hold your hips against Doflamingos grip, creating even more friction between you two.

“Now, look at that.” He grins widely, one hand gripping on your neck, pushing your head into the mattress. “Didn´t think you could take me so well. I feel flattered, sweetheart.” You mewl at the nickname, lost in pleasure as Doflamingo thrusts relentlessly into you.

Moaning loudly from the pleasure you received, you buried your head further into the linen under you, shirking loudly when the man suddenly pulled out of you and turned you on your side, plunging himself back into you after angling one of your legs up into the air with his strings.

“F-Fuck, D-Doflamingo!"

“Doffy.” He just grunts bluntly, not stopping in his motions of fucking you senseless. You blink at him, irritated. “D-Doffy?” You try the name out once more, getting used to the taste how it glides from your tongue. “Yeah, just like that.” he retorts, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, hoisting himself into you, before musing, “Sounds pretty from your lips.”

You blush at his comment, looking away quickly, hands digging into the linen under you, the same feelings of adoration bubble up inside you, hating how much you loved seeing the more passionate side of the man in front of you. A sudden pressure on your abdomen snaps you out of your thoughts. “Attention on me, sweetheart. I want you to be fully there when I fill you up.”

You look up at Doffy, e/c eyes widen with surprise as he looks down on you, his face eyebrows scrunched together, forehead in wrinkles as he´s seemingly close to his release. The moment he´s sure your focus is back on the present, he gives you a big grin, licks over his lips and turns you back on your back wrapping his arms around your torso tightly, starting to pound back into you, pressing his tip into you as deep as he can. “Ah, D-Doffy!” you cry out, nails digging into his broad tan back, leaving red marks on it.

“God, you feel so nice around me, sweetheart.” He groans into the nape of your neck, his orgasm coming closer by the second, finally snapping as you press your hips flush against his, searching for your own sweet release, which didn´t wait any longer, than a few extra thrusts on the warlords side.

Tired, you let yourself fall onto the mattress, closing your eyes with a content sigh. You don´t even realize how the tall man pulls out of you, only registering his absence between your legs when you suddenly get pulled into his warm embrace from behind, pushing his seed back into you as it pools from the insides of your legs. “Fufufu, now now y/n, don´t waste a single drop your king gave you so graciously.”

Startled, you look at the warlord. “Just relax, okay?” He muses, drawing small circles over your belly. “You´re with me now.” “But the government...” you start but get interrupted from Doffy scoffing at you. “Like I said, you´re with me now. They wouldn´t dare to lay a finger on a member of my family. Besides that, they already showed me a big fuck you by sending you in” he huffs, pulling you closer against his firm chest.

For a brief second, you're speechless. Then, defeated by the blonde’s logic, you try to ease into him, the smell of sandalwood and grapefruit mixing in your nose with the overall scent of sex in the air. At least you were reassured, that the Donquixote leader had no intention of you getting hurt. Well, expect maybe of him, if you wished for that. But that would be for another story.

“So, tell me y/n.” You could feel the Cheshire grin of the taller man behind you on the nape of your neck as he asked, “Did you like this private dance with me?” You just nodded, still tired from the passionate make out you just indulged in with the warlord, the whole situation just slowly sinking into your fucked out mind.

“Good.” He grins some more, hugging your form more into him. “Because now that you’re with the Donquixote Family, you´ll have a lot more chances to dance with the devil.”

[crumbledcastle28]

Din Djarin: Let Me Help You

!! 🚨 SMUT 🚨!!

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din walks home with you from a mission, and he can tell that something is off…

Warnings: SEX POLLEN TROPE! Din is very nervous about you, he also carries a dead body, absolutely no foreplay, fingering, feelingssss, softness, dirty talk. Please practice safe sex and consent!

A/N: yet again, we have another self-indulgent fic. I should not be allowed on this app.

You should’ve known something was wrong when you started sweating profusely.

The autumn air was too cold for you to be feeling this way. The only things you were carrying were the Child and a backpack full of food and water. It’s not like you were hiking up steep mountains either, you were walking up tiny hills at most.

Din had asked you to accompany on this mission just a few hours earlier. The planet you were on was far from safe and Din wanted to keep an eye on you. Or at least, that’s what he said to you.

What you didn’t know, however, was that Din wanted you there not only to make sure you were safe, but also because he was incredibly nervous for this mission, and having you there calmed his nerves. You always said the exact right things at the exact moment he needed them. Just seeing you and hearing you breathe next to him tended to give him some perspective.

You of course agreed to his offer. You felt the exact same as he did. Seeing his shiny armor and hearing his deep voice every once in a while made you feel safe, protected even. Like you were wrapped in comfort, and there was no being living or dead that could penetrate through it to get to you.

And so, the three of you headed off, using Din’s tracking fob as your GPS. The journey was not long on foot, not even a mile, and the weather was perfect. It was chilly enough that even when you did get a bit sweaty from the walk, you were cooled almost immediately.

Everything was going really well, actually. You and Din made pleasant conversation as you made your way to the bounty’s hideout. He even chuckled at a few of your comments, which really made your heart flutter. The Child was calm in your arms, falling asleep a little under halfway through the walk.

You were…content.

Once you finally made it to the bounty was when things got interesting. Din’s tracking fob started going wild, making him immediately push you and the kid behind a tree to keep you safe.

“Stay here, and stay hidden,” he whispered to you. “I will be right back.”

“I know,” you said with a smile. He nodded, then took off to finish his mission.

You took a deep breath, pushing the kid’s nose into your chest to keep him safe. You leaned your head back against the tree, breathing deeply again, just how Din taught you, when an unexpected tingly feeling brushed against your nose.

You hadn’t realized before, but a small plant was growing out of the tree right where you leaned your head back. A small bud had grown long enough to expand out of the trunk, and it had placed itself right underneath your nose. When you breathed deeply that second time, you inhaled the full scent, causing you to lean your head forward again and itch your nose like crazy.

You tried to keep quiet, knowing you had to keep yourself and the kid safe, but a sneeze was building and your head started feeling light and airy.

Your eyebrows started to furrow and the sneeze was about to release, and once it did, the pollen from the plant only started to puff up in the air more. You tried to wave it away, keeping the Child pressed to your chest so he didn’t get any of the pollen in his face, and you sneezed once again.

“Dank farrik,” you whispered, blinking the pollen away from your eyes and wiping your nose with your sleeve. You scooted your butt away from the plant as much as you could, finally able to breathe clearly again, but your head still felt clogged.

You just brushed it off as a weird pollen allergy, and continued to remain as quiet as possible.

It was less than a minute later when Din finally returned, startling you slightly when he stuck his helmet around the tree.

“Hey,” he said, and you clutched your chest and exhaled in relief when you realized it was him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, and you laughed a bit.

“It’s ok,” you responded. “Did you get him?”

“Yep. Got him. Just gotta get him back to the ship and put in carbonate,” he said, and you nodded.

“Alright,” you said and began to stand up. Din stuck out his arm to help you off your feet, and you mumbled a “thank you” as you brought the Child up with you.

Once you were fully standing, Din caught a glimpse of your red eyes and nose, and he lifted your chin with his knuckles to get a better look.

You were slightly caught off guard, gasping slightly at the touch, before relaxing into it. He gently tilted your head to the side to get a better look.

“What’s this?” he asked, and you scoffed.

“Pollen,” you said with a laugh. Din breathed out, then dropped his hand and nodded.

“Keep an eye on that,” he said, then walked back to the quarry.

Din had touched you before, but it was mostly small touches on the back, maybe a tap on the shoulder…

….but never your face. His gentle touch and smooth leather gloves sent goosebumps from your neck all the way down your back. Your cheeks heated up so fast you were worried the blood flow to your head would make you more lightheaded than you already were. You could see your reflection in his helmet, proving just how close he was examining your inflamed skin. You hadn’t been touched in any way similar to that in a very long time, and you almost fell over when he finally pulled his hand away from you.

Why did that make you so dizzy? He was just looking out for you and making sure your face wasn’t swelling up. He was a kind man, and he probably wanted to make sure he didn’t have to stop and get med supplies.

Still, it made you feel weird. Weird in a way that you only reserved for your bed late at night when the desire for Din became too much….

You shook your head to recollect yourself, hoisted the child in your arms to a more comfortable position, and followed Din into the forest back to the ship.

As you walked behind him, you watched his shoulders turn as he took each step, taking in their broadness and how his waist sinched ever so slightly as your eyes fell down his torso. You imagined his muscles moving under the armor and how strong they had to be from carrying all that beskar. Everything from his arms to his abs to his back to his thighs. His thighs has to be massive, not just from the beskar, but from the physical activity that came with his job. He had to be constantly alert and prepared for a fight, and his legs took the blunt of that stance. Not that you noticed…

As your eyes followed his back up to his shoulders, you allowed them to go further up to his helmet. You didn’t know what it was, but something was blocking your brain from stopping itself from going way too far. You knew you weren’t supposed to imagine what his face would look like, hell it probably broke his creed or something, but you just….let yourself.

You let yourself imagine how his hair would feel, probably soft and curly. He would excuse himself into the fresher to cut his hair pretty often, so you assumed it was thick enough to grow pretty fast. You imagined him with facial hair as well, matching his deep voice and tall body. You even started picturing his eyes, whether they be a dark brown or light blue. They had to have held massive amounts of emotion in them, since he couldn’t afford to show his emotions through his body language.

You wondered what his eyes would look like staring into your own. How deeply they would lock into yours as he pushed your hair from your face, pressing his lips to yours shortly after. The scruff on his face would hurt just right, and his large hands would hold your body close.

Even farther than that, what would his eyes show as he asked you to show yourself to him? To strip for him and show him every crook and debt in your skin. They would surely grow at the sight of you, especially as the feeling of his dick sinking inside of your—

“Do you need a break?” you heard in front of you, and it happened so quickly you almost walked right into Din’s chest.

Fuck were you breathing that loud?

“N-no. No I’m fine,” you said gently, but Din just looked at you for a moment. You couldn’t even look at him without thinking about how much he towered over you. His body completely encompassed yours in a shadow from the sinking sun, and it pained you to attempt to make eye contact with the amount that he was affecting you. Your heart was pounding and the underwear you had on were definitely not doing their job.

“Alright,” Din breathed. “Just let me know. We are almost there.”

You nodded and proceeded to keep your head down, watching your feet as they moved one foot in front of the other.

All you had to do was get back to the Crest, and you were home free.

~~*~~

You were not home free.

It was only getting worse.

The rest of the trip back was short, but it felt like hours with the way you were feeling. Every sense of you was opening more and more to what Din was doing and how fucking hot it was. Everything he did was a magnet to you. You had thought he was attractive this entire time, but he was just so damn distracting.

Once you finally did make it back to the comfort of the Crest, you shut yourself in the fresher and tried to take a shower. The hot water against your skin did calm you down a bit, but as soon as you left, everything returned in full force.

Every inch of you was throbbing for him. Literally pulsating and begging for relief. Your brain would not shut up with thoughts of him doing the dirtiest things your subconscious could possibly think of.

You slid down the door in your towel, trying to steady your breathing and give yourself some relief, but it was no use. Nothing was working.

What the hell is happening to me?

“Y/N? Y/N please tell me you’re alright,” you heard from outside the door.

Even his voice was making you moan. Your breath was erotic.

“I-I don’t know,” you said. “I don’t know what’s happening Din.”

Your voice was almost a cry at this point from how frustrated you were, and Din’s heart was pounding and shattering cohesively.

“Ok, just try to breathe. I’m gonna open the door alright?”

“Okay,” you breathed out, and slid yourself away from the door. The cool tile pressed against your cheek made goosebumps appear over your sweaty skin, and you knew you had to have some sort of fever.

The door creaked open and Din’s tall frame slowly rounded the corner.

“Oh god…” he croaked out at the sight of you on the bathroom floor. You were wrapped in your towel with your hair still dripping wet, and he could see that the swelling in your eyes was even more prominent than it was before.

You squeezed your nails into your palms when you heard his voice so close to you. You had been hearing it in your head for hours now, but nothing beat the tremor in person.

You were so fucking screwed.

“Let me help you…” he said and knelt down to pick you up.

“No, no Din, you can’t,” you whined. “You can’t. Fuck you can’t.”

“Listen to me Y/N,” he whispered calmly. “I know what’s happening. Please let me help you. You can’t stay like this…”

“I don’t even know what’s happening,” you cried.

“I know,” he replied, and you sensed a flicker of emotion in his voice. “I just want to make you feel better. Please let me help you.”

You breathed for a moment, trying to get your brain to actually think, but you were in too much agony at this point that all you could do was nod. You closed your eyes, refusing to look at Din as to prevent yourself from becoming any more aroused, even though you didn’t even think that was possible.

His arms wrapped around you and delicately lifted you, and the faint moan you let out should have embarrassed you, but like before, your brain was so clouded with agony and arousal you didn’t even care. The flames around your body were only ignited by the fuel they had been yearning for for hours.

“It’s alright Y/N,” he mumbled. “It’s alright.”

He brought you out of the bathroom and into his bed.

His bed.

Now his scent mixed with fresh linen was completely surrounding you, and it felt as if you were suffocating on your own desperation.

“Just lay down for a second ok? Just for one second,” he said in a hurried tone. Your eyes were closed and your body was squirming around, but the one sound you could actually process over your own breathing was the sound of metal hitting the floor.

Was Din…taking off his armor?

“What are you doing?” you moaned out, but Din offered no reply.

What finally caused you to open your eyes was the feeling of the bed sinking down below you, and a body hovering over yours.

Din’s body.

“Open your eyes for me Y/N,” he whispered over you. You opened your eyes and licked your dry lips, staring into his dark visor.

“I’m going to shut the lights out ok? I don’t know if this will work but I know what’s happening to you. That “pollen” you ran into isn’t….normal,” he said. “I don’t really think I need to explain right now, but I have to try something, I have to.”

“I can’t see you like this anymore…” he said, and brushed his fingertips against your cheek. You leaned into his touch and your vulva clutched around nothing.

“Just breathe,” he said, and he lifted himself away from you to shut the lights off.

His body pressed over yours again and you felt his breath fan over your neck. You were already squirming for more.

“Patience cyarika,” he mumbled. “Please just tell me if it gets too much, ok?”

You nodded frantically and brought your arms around his bare shoulders, squeezing them tightly to show him you understood. His soft skin and small flecks of scar tissue made your insides roar.

“Ok,” you said, and Din pecked your jawline with his lips. Your entire body shuddered, and whines were already leaving your lips, desperation coated in every one of them.

He continued kissing around your neck area before moving up to your cheeks. The only sound on the whole ship was the creaking of the old metal and your breaths mixed with Din’s. Fuck you could get off on this alone.

You moved your hands all over his body as he did this, feeling his back all the way to his hair covered chest. You hadn’t touched his face yet, nervous that would be going too far, but when his lips finally touched yours, all of that went out the window.

You were right, he does have scruff, and it did hurt so good. You pulled him impossibly closer to you and collided your tongues, causing him to groan above you. Your hands automatically went to his hair, massaging his curls and scalp.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against you. “I’m so fucking hard already.”

You nodded and groaned in agreement, and he started to move his head lower and lower to your stomach area.

“How do you want me cyarika,” he asked. “Do you want my cock? Or do you want my tongue and fingers first?”

“Tongue first,” you moaned out. “I’ve wanted it for months now.”

He breathed against your stomach, squeezing your hips as those words escaped you.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he moaned, and then began to spread your legs open.

He kissed all over your thighs, from the outside to the innermost parts, torturing you. He was so close to where you needed him.

He licked your slit and the sound you released was inhuman. You were lucky if you could even last a minute.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled into you and continued his kisses inside of you. Your knuckles were turning white on the sheets and sweat dripped down your boobs.

“So good Din,” you mumbled. “Wanted you for so long.”

He gripped your leg a little firmer at that comment, and only intensified his worship of your sex.

“Everything you do affects me Din,” you breathed out. “I can’t even fuck can’t look at you half the time.”

He moaned your name and pulled your hands into his hair. Your legs were twitching like crazy.

He removed his mouth from you, causing you to whine like a child, before he silenced you with his fingers inside of you instead. He immediately curled them just right, and your orgasm was right on the edge…

“Come on Y/N,” Din whispered. “I want you all over my hand.”

And that’s what did it. You cried out so loudly at the feeling that Din pressed his lips to yours to silence you. His tongue kept yours at bay and you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep control of your own.

He kept kissing you for a while, feeling every inch of you. Your body was on fire and his calloused hands on your skin was enough to make you want to erupt again.

“More Din,” you asked, and he kissed your cheek in response. He reached over you into his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapping it with his shaky hands.

“How long have you had those?” you asked him in a teasing tone. He chuckled quietly.

“Since I began to stare at you everyday.”

He took your hand in his and helped you slide the condom on his dick, and the faint brush of your fingertips made him buck into your hand.

You attempted to pump him a bit, but he grabbed your hand set it back down on the bed.

“You tonight,” he said, and positioned himself above you.

His breaths were becoming shakier as he hovered over you, trying to get his body situated, and you scraped your fingers down his back to calm him. You didn’t even know if he had done anything like this before, and you hoped to god it wasn’t the last time you would feel his body so close to yours.

“Ready?” he asked you, and you nodded.

“Ready.”

And then heaven entered you. Molten hot heaven, hitting you deeply with every thrust. Nothing had ever felt so crafted for you, and your second orgasm came way sooner than expected.

You clenched around Din, moaning up a storm in his ears, and he somehow managed to contain himself. He kept moving and moving throughout your release, and stars started to light up your eyes.

You just kept moaning each other’s names over and over, begging each other to keep going. It wasn’t long until Din’s head collapsed into your shoulder and his thrusts began to get less and less coordinated.

“I can’t—can’t hold on anymore,” he mumbled into you. You scratched your nails up his back and into his hair, and the noise he made against you sent you into your third and final orgasm. Din released cohesively, and the entire thing felt fake.

This couldn’t be happening to you right now. There was no way you had the Mandalorian a moaning mess above you, panting in your ear and chanting your name over and over. It had to have been a dream.

When Din pulled out was when you finally felt your body become yours once again. The pollen feeling had completely dissipated, and Din’s gentle kiss to your forehead showed he knew that too.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, then disappeared out of the room. Barely 20 seconds later, he returned with a bathroom towel and a glass of water. Both of your bodies were still pretty shaky, so he gently handed you the water and waited for you to take a sip.

“Better?” he panted.

“Yes,” you responded, and took another sip of water.

“Good,” he said, and laid back down next to you. You finished off the water and set it on the nightstand to your left. You took a deep breath and tried to relax your nerves. For some reason, your brain decided to absorb the fact that Din was naked beside you now, and the butterflies you would always get around him returned.

You swallowed down your fears, and did your best to speak like normal.

“Thank you Din,” you said faintly. “For everything.”

Yet again, the room went silent. You didn’t expect him to respond with anything, hell he could even be asleep by now, so you just shut your eyes in discomfort and went to leave the bed.

Din’s hand overtop of yours stopped you, and you turned back to look at his silhouette laying next to you. He took hold of your hand and pulled you towards him, and used his other hand to frame your face with his palm. He kept pulling you closer and closer, until you finally thought “fuck it” and kissed him.

He kissed you back with just as much passion, turning his head to massage your tongue with his once again. The position of your bodies was a bit awkward, but this feeling was so addicting that it didn’t even matter to you.

Your senses were finally yours again, and you let yourself really soak in the fact that Din was kissing you. He pulled you back into his bed to kiss you again.

He pulled away and breathed against your mouth for a second or two. He then pulled you completely on top of him and you giggled, tucking your head into his neck. His chest vibrated as well, and your heart warmed at the feeling.

“Please never leave my bed,” he mumbled into your hair. You grinned and kissed his pulse point firmly.

“Trust me Din, I wouldn’t even dream of it.”

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George Weasley x Reader - A morning walk

Character: George Weasley

Reader: Fem!Reader

Word count: 1761

Requested: No, but feel free to send in some requests:)

Summary: Y/n sneaks out of the dorm to enjoy an early morning outside. Of course, she ends up running into a certain Weasley.

Warnings: None I’d say, just pure fluff 

A/n: I just really like writing for George at the moment:)

PLEASE DON’T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED;)

Airy rays of sunlight shone through the dorm windows and made their way through the half-open curtains of your bed, grazing your eyelids, waking you up. You stretched before looking at your alarm. It was only 6:46 AM, yet you weren't tired at all. Normally you hated getting up early, especially on Sundays like this one where you could sleep in, but there was something about this morning that made you all energized. Maybe because you were so close to the summer holiday, you could practically taste it, or maybe because today was just one of those early mornings where everything is calm, waiting for the day to begin.

You tiptoed from your bed to the window, careful not to wake up your roommates, the floor cold on your bare feet. Outside, the sun was almost up, and you swore you could see the fresh dew on the grass of the courtyard, all the way down to the Great Lake. It looked like a light blanket of glimmer, untouched and ethereal, somehow. Opening the window slowly, the fresh air hit you and you felt as if it was pulling you outside. You simply had to take a walk, to be the first one outside, to enjoy the bliss of something that seemed so incredibly rare these days, with your exams and everything weighing you down, stealing your every free minute. You took a deep breath in, closing your eyes for a moment, while stepping back and closing the window, before heading down to the Gryffindor common room, wearing nothing but your night gown and a pair of slippers.

As soon as you'd reached the bottom of the staircase, you were greeted by a groggy, hoarse, voice that you recognised almost immediately. "Morning, Y/n", the ginger haired twin was sitting in what you knew to be his favourite armchair in all of Hogwarts. He was leaning against one armrest, his long legs slung over the other one, wearing his pyjamas that consisted of a pair of long gingham pants and his Weasley jumper that his mum had knitted him. "Hey, George." You greeted back, eyeing the big yellow G on his chest, jealous that you'd probably never get a Weasley jumper of your own. In you opinion, they were the best most cosy jumpers in the world, though George always complained about how scratchy it was. "I assume you couldn't sleep either?" He asked, running a tired hand through his tousled hair. You simply shook your head as a reply. "I was about to sneak outside actually; the weather just looks too inviting. D'you want to join me?" You asked, already making your way towards the portrait. Instead of replying, George got up from the armchair and followed you out, closing the portrait behind the two of you.

Neither one of you spoke a word while walking. Partially because you didn't want to wake up the portraits, partially because neither one of you had anything to say. It wasn't until you were outside that you dared look up at his face. You could see his breaths as tiny clouds, and you could see the tiredness slowly leaving his brown eyes. You hadn't been alone with him for a long time. Not since you decided to distance yourself from him, anyways. You'd liked him for a long time and seeing him every day didn't exactly help. You'd hung out with him enough with all your friends to notice the way he looked at Angelina, to notice the way he was so easy-going around her, to notice the way he was so silent around you. It hurt too much, so much that you felt it was affecting your friendship. You somehow couldn't talk to him about anything deep, like you used to when you were younger and stayed up till midnight in the Burrow. So, you'd decided to distance yourself, hoping to somehow calm your feelings for him, hoping to get things back to normal. Though there was something about this morning that made you not care. You simply wanted to see him as your friend, George, this morning, nothing else. He was just George. And you could talk to George just like you talked to everybody else.

"We could go down to the old tree by the lake, if you want to." You suggested, sending him a content smile. You liked to think of the tree as an old friend of yours. Always there at the shore, never changing. It was there when you first introduced yourself to George and his brother Fred, it was there when you decided to step back from George, it had been there every moment between, and it was there now. "Sure." George simply replied, walking a bit faster now, aiming for the Great Lake. It was silent again, and you could hear every step you took in the grass, your slippers and legs getting wet from the dew. You felt as if you were supposed to say something, as if you were supposed to be interesting, but you didn't know what or how. Luckily, George said something for you. "I feel like we never speak anymore..." You sighed. That wasn't exactly what you'd hoped he'd say. You didn't know whether to be relieved though, as you hoped George hadn't noticed your fallout, but it was still nice that he had. Somehow it was a reassurance that you were important to him, it didn't matter whether it was as a friend or more. "I know..." You let out, keeping your gaze focused on the tree in the distance, getting closer and closer.

"I just-" He continued once you'd both sat down by the tree. "I'm just afraid that I've done anything to upset you, that's all." He looked down, toying with the hem of his pants. "No!" You exclaimed in a loud whisper, almost placing a hand on his shoulder. "You could never upset me, George." At that, the Weasley turned to look at you, his eyes seeking reassurance. "I've- I've just been very occupied with the OWLs... I'm sorry..." You lied, but it was better than telling him the truth. "It's fine, you don't have to apologise. I've just missed you." He shrugged, carefully leaning his head on your shoulder. You froze for a minute, as if a delicate bird had just landed on you, afraid that even breathing would make it fly away. Silence filled the air again, but this time it was more calm, less busy. You stared at the lake, the small waves reflecting the orangey light of the sky, making it look like a phoenix's nest. Golden and fiery.

"This is nice." George let out in a sigh, cuddling even closer to you. "I promise I'll try to make more time for you." You spoke solemnly, as if vowing to never distance yourself from him again. What had you been thinking? Whether he liked Angelina or not, he was your friend. You could never do without him. "Remember when Fred accidentally burnt my cards for Exploding Snap, and I ran down here?" George simply began, not replying to your promise. "You were sitting right where we are now, your nose stuck in a book." You let out a small laugh at the memory. George had been so mad at Fred, he simply refused to speak to him. "Remember how I wouldn't talk to Fred? And how you had to get him and help us make up?" "Yeah, I remember." You smiled, it seemed so long ago. Had it been in your third or fourth year?

"That was when I started liking you." George confessed, but he spoke so calmly and with no emotions that you were sure you'd misheard. "What, you didn't like me before? I thought we'd been friends since our first year?" You joked nervously, making George lift his head from your shoulder to look you in the eyes. "Of course, we were. I meant that that was when I started to like like you." Hearing the confirmation of your suspicions made electricity and excitement surge through your body. You didn't quite know how to respond to that, except to ask one question: "When did you stop liking me?"

Silence, then a long sigh. “I suppose I never did…” He looked down, as if he couldn’t believe he’d just told you that, yet you couldn’t help but smile. Laugh, even. “What- what’s so funny?” He asked, visibly nervous but still smiling as if your laughter was contagious. “I really don’t know,” you started, taking a deep breath to stop laughing. “I guess it’s just because I’ve liked you for the longest time, and I was convinced you liked Angelina, but here you are, telling me you like me!” You spoke loudly, excitedly. “I guess I’m laughing because I don’t quite believe it?” George let out a breath he’d been holding, now laughing as well. “Angelina? How could you ever think that?” He looked you into the eyes again, content etched across his features. “You were just so silent with me compared to her, but I guess it makes sense.” A flicker of bravery in your mind made you reach out and lay your hand on top of his, which you instantly regretted. “Godric, forgive me for being shy around the girl I like.” He joked, and just as you were about to move your hand away from his, he intertwined your fingers with his, making you feel how warm his hands were. It was a nice sort of warm. It wasn’t clammy or uncomfortable in any way, just warm. Just like the warmth of your duvet on frosty winter mornings that always made you want to stay in bed, or as warm as sitting in front of a fireplace enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. “Besides,” George continued. “I wouldn’t dare like the same girl as Fred. He’d kill me.” You smiled, the fuzzy feeling in your stomach only getting reinforced by the news that Fred liked Angelina. They’d be a cute couple.

Laughter, then silence. It had been a good decision to take a walk. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. George liked you. Another smile crept onto your face as you cuddled against George, the nervousness from before gone. “I love how cosy your jumper is.” You announced, leaning even closer to him, if possible. “Yeah?” George put his hands around you in a hug. “I’m sure that if I ask my mum, she’ll make you one.” “Really?”

“On one condition, you’d have to be my girlfriend first.”