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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(4/?)

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

INSPO: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

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CHAPTER 4: Summer Break '23

The summer break had finally arrived, and Lewis couldn't contain his excitement. After a grueling first half of the season, he was ready for some time off to relax and recharge. Plans for two trips were set: one with his best mates Miles, Andrew, Louis, and Jas as well as Rorie and some of her girlfriends for a one-week cruise around Turkey, and another with his family to Colorado for relaxation and bonding time.

He missed hanging out with his boys, but he also missed his wife. Lewis wanted her to be with him in Belgium when he finished the first half of the season, but she had an interview with Bustle to prepare for, not to mention check in with Lyric and make sure everything was running smoothly at home. He was immensely proud of her for all of the opportunities that came her way, and he was certain that there was so much in store for her.

This break from racing was much needed for him, especially since his team's performance thus far had been subpar. They were struggling to keep up with their main competitor, Red Bull, and it was taking a toll on him mentally. He thought he had left all his emotions behind on the track, but they followed him even as he escaped to the Kusadasi port with his wife as they waited for their friends to arrive.

"Is everything alright?" Rorie asked, noticing the worried expression on her husband's face.

"I just can't stop thinking about the races and how we're not performing as well as we should," Lewis replied.

Rorie placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "You're still an amazing driver, Lewis. Don't let this get to you."

"I know, but I hate losing," Lewis sighed. "I want to win another championship for my team."

"Well, that's something we can work on when we get back," Rorie said with a smile. "But for now, let's enjoy our break and each other's company."

“You’re right.” Lewis nodded and leaned in for a kiss from his supportive wife. She always knew how to comfort him and put things into perspective.

“I’m always right,” giggled Rorie as he placed tender kisses along her jawline. He grumbled an indecipherable reply and the deep timbre sent shivers down her spine.

"Rorie!!" The sound of Kiara's high-pitched made Lewis groan and facepalm.

"You invited her, really baby?" he asked, irritated, as he moved away from his wife’s embrace.

"Of course I did," Rorie replied with a scoff. "KiKi is fun, and I think she has a little crush on Miles."

Lewis's eyes widened as he realized Rorie's intentions. "Please don't tell me you're trying to set them up."

"And if I am?" Rorie raised an eyebrow before striding off to greet her friend.

"Girl!" KiKi smiled widely as she took in the luxurious multi-level yacht that they were on. "I know your man got money, but this is wild! Thank you for inviting me; I bought Casamigos!"

"Yes!" cheered Rorie as she gave KiKi another hug. "I can always count on you to get the party started."

A small smirk appeared on Lewis' face. Despite her annoying demeanor, he had to give it to KiKi for bringing the fun. Whenever Rorie drank Casamigos, she turned into a bona fide freak in bed - something he definitely looked forward to.

Maybe inviting KiKi might not be bad after all, he thought. If he could get even two minutes of “special time” with Rorie, that would certain make him feel a whole lot better.

"Hey, Lew!" she spoke to him and he replied with a friendly wave. "You spent a lot of money on this yacht, my friend. I can already tell that this is going to be a trip of a lifetime."

Lewis chuckled at KiKi's comment, knowing that she was right. He had spared no expense in renting out this impressive yacht for their vacation. It was the least he could do for his closest friends and wife, who had been by his side through all of his races and training sessions.

"Something like that. How was your flight?" Lewis asked, trying to make conversation with KiKi as they waited for the rest of their friends to arrive.

"It was good," KiKi replied with a smile. "I ended up watching movies the whole time. Where's Miles fine ass at?"

Lewis rolled his eyes at KiKi's flirtatious comment. "He'll be here soon."

"I'll be surprised if you don't have him wrapped around your finger by the end of the night," Rorie teased.

KiKi rolled her eyes playfully. "Please, I already have him wrapped around my finger."

Just then, Miles, Louis, Andrew, and Jas arrived and joined them on the yacht. Miles hugged Rorie and Lewis before greeting KiKi with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey gorgeous," he said with a charming smile. "Long time no see."

"Hey yourself, handsome," KiKi replied, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

The rest of Rorie's friends arrived on the yacht - Tia, Ayesha, and Britt. They were all excited to see each other and catch up. Tia and Ayesha were Rorie's closest friends from college and Britt was her childhood best friend.

As they settled into the yacht, Lewis went to check on the captain and make sure everything was in order. Meanwhile, Rorie and her friends grabbed some shots from the bar and headed to the deck.

"Can you believe it's been eight years since we graduated?" Tia exclaimed, raising her glass. "Cheers to us still being friends!"

They all clinked glasses and downed the shots.

"I can't believe we're all here together," Ayesha said with a smile. "It's like old times."

Everyone nodded in agreement, reminiscing about their college days and how much they had grown since then. Tia and Ayesha were both successful lawyers now, while Britt had pursued her love for photography and found success as a freelance photographer. KiKi had established a catering business in New York.

"Yeah, except now we're all successful women with our own careers," Britt added. "Rorie especially - Mrs. Hamilton and budding socialite."

Rorie laughed at Britt's words, feeling grateful for all the blessings in her life. She never imagined she'd end up marrying a world-renowned race car driver, but here she was, living her dream.

"Speaking of which," Rorie said, eyeing KiKi slyly. "What about you, KiKi? When are you going to settle down?"

KiKi rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink. "I'm living my best life as a single woman," she replied with a smirk.

"She's too busy chasing after every hot guy she sees," Miles chimed in, earning a playful slap from KiKi.

"Funny coming from the one who slid into my DMs less than a day ago," KiKi retorted, causing everyone to fall silent with their jaws hanging open in surprise.

Lewis muttered under his breath, "Wow," and shot a telling look towards his best friend.

The group burst into laughter at Miles's expense and he playfully pretended to be offended.

"Hey, I have a reputation to uphold," he joked. "But in all seriousness, KiKi is a catch. Any guy would be lucky to have her."

KiKi grinned, knowing that Miles was just trying to make up for his slip-up. She didn't want to waste any more time talking about relationships when they were supposed to be having fun and letting loose on the yacht.

"Enough about me," she said, grabbing another bottle of Casamigos from the bar. "Let's focus on having a good time!"

Everyone eventually settled in, deciding to change into their swimwear and take a dip in the crystal clear waters surrounding the yacht. They all jumped off the deck and into the refreshing sea, laughing and splashing each other. The yacht sailed further into the Aegean, the warm sun and gentle breeze making for a perfect day out on the water. The group relaxed on the deck, enjoying drinks and snacks while taking in the beautiful views around them.

Meanwhile, Britt was busy capturing all the beautiful moments with her camera. She wandered around the yacht, snapping photos of everyone enjoying themselves. Lewis noticed her from where he sat with Rorie.

"Britt's really talented," he commented.

"Yeah, she's always loved photography," Rorie replied.

Suddenly, KiKi stood up from where she was sitting next to Miles.

"Alright guys," she announced with a grin. "It's time for our next activity: never have I ever!"

There were groans of protest from some members of the group while others whooped with excitement. Lewis and Rorie exchanged a knowing look, already anticipating the chaos that was about to ensue.

"I'll start!" KiKi declared, throwing back her shot of tequila before proclaiming, "Never have I ever hooked up with someone on a yacht."

This immediately caught everyone's attention and they all looked around at each other, trying to gauge who had done it and who hadn't.

Miles took a shot and laughed. "Looks like you're out, KiKi."

KiKi shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, it was a yacht party. Things happen and I'll do it again." She shot Miles a flirtatious smirk, causing him to chuckle.

"Don't start nothing you can't finish, baby,” he teased her with a suggestive wink.

"Bring it on, Daddy," responded KiKi, causing everyone to hoot with laughter.

Rorie went next, taking a gulp of her drink before declaring, "Never have I ever went skydiving."

Lewis took a shot, causing her to laugh and give him a high five.

The game continued, with each person revealing some wild or funny experience they'd had. It was now Jas' turn and he glanced around the group with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same gender." Jas declared.

All the women took shots, laughing as they did so.

"Wait, what?" Lewis exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "You've all kissed another girl?"

"Well, yeah! It's a pretty common thing," Tia replied with a shrug.

Rorie chuckled and nudged her husband. "Don't worry, babe. You're the only one for me."

Lewis grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, causing KiKi and Miles to make gagging noises.

"Okay okay, let's continue the game," Jas interjected with a laugh. "You're turn Lou."

Louis thought for a moment before saying, "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping in the middle of winter."

Everyone laughed and took shots, except for Miles who shook his head. "Why would anyone do that?"

"It was a dare from my sorority sisters in college," Ayesha explained with a grin. "I couldn't back down."

"Alright, my turn," Tia said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Never have I ever had a one-night stand with a celebrity."

The group immediately turned to Britt who took a sip of her drink.

"Who was it?" Miles asked, already sensing that this was going to be good.

"I'm not telling," Britt replied with a sly smile.

Lewis whistled impressed. "Damn girl, you're full of surprises tonight."

Jas laughed and put an arm around Britt's shoulder. "You're definitely our wild card for this trip."

Ayesha was next, "Never have I ever tried anal sex."

The group erupted into laughter at Ayesha's unexpected declaration.

"Shit, where did that come from?" Miles asked, still laughing.

"What? It's just a question," Ayesha defended herself with a shrug.

Only Rorie and Lewis took a shot. Rorie giggled and whispered something to Lewis, causing him to laugh.

"What was that?" KiKi asked curiously.

"Just reminiscing about our honeymoon," Rorie replied with a wink.

Tia grinned mischievously, "Okay okay, let's keep playing before we all get too fucked up."

"Okay okay, my turn," Britt said eagerly. "Never have I ever had sex in a public place."

Some took shots while others shook their heads in disbelief.

"Wait, seriously? Where?" KiKi asked with wide eyes.

Britt's cheeks warmed and shrugged. "In a movie theater parking lot."

Everyone's jaw dropped at her bold confession.

"Damn girl, you're truly are wild as hell," Jas exclaimed with a laugh. "It's always the quiet ones, bro."

It was now KiKi's turn again and she turned to Rorie and Lewis with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Never have I ever been caught having sex by someone I know," she declared.

Everyone turned to Lewis and Rorie with curiosity, wondering if they would take a shot or not. With a chuckle, Lewis lifted his glass to his mouth and downed the drink in one go. Then, he picked up his wife's glass and did the same.

"You freaky bastard," Louis said with admiration.

"Y'all gotta chill though, for real," Miles commented. "You guys gonna end up having another baby."

"What? Who caught you guys?" Britt pressed excitedly.

Lewis smirked and leaned back in his chair. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out."

"It had to be almost everyone on this yacht, though," KiKi retorted, earning her a chiding glare from Rorie. "What? Don't look at me like that, mamas. You know it's the truth. I caught y'all a few times."

"Same here!" Miles concurred, raising his hand.

"Me too," noted Jas with a laugh.

"Okay okay, let's keep playing," Tia interjected with a grin.

The game eventually came to an end as everyone was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. They all stumbled back to their cabins, laughing and joking along the way. Once they were in their respective rooms, Rorie and Lewis cuddled with each other in bed.

"This has been a great night," Rorie said, resting her head on Lewis' shoulder.

"It has," Lewis agreed, running his hand through her hair. "Thank you for planning this. I needed a break from all the racing drama."

"Anything for my husband," Rorie replied with a smile.

“Really?”

Lewis felt a surge of love for Rorie wash over him. He knew that she always had his back, no matter what.

“Of course,” she responded, staring at him intently.

“What if I want you to take off this shirt?” he said as his finger pulled down the strap tentatively. “I don’t think you need all these clothes on, sweetheart.”

He leaned in for a kiss, but their moment was cut short by muffled moans coming from the adjoining room.

"That's probably KiKi and Miles," Rorie said, trying to hide her smirk.

"Yep, sounds like they're having a good time," Lewis replied with a smile. "I can't believe you actually set up my best friend with yours."

The moans grew louder and more enthusiastic, prompting laughter from both Lewis and Rorie as they listened to their friends' escapades.

“I thought you said that the walls were sound proof?”

Lewis shrugged at his wife. “Shit, I guess not.” His fingers roamed her bare shoulder, making their way downward to cup her breasts.

“How can you still be in the mood? The noises don’t bother you?” Rorie said, swatting his hands away.

“I can ignore it.”

“Well, I cannot,” scoffed Rorie as she turned over. “No snookie.”

“Baby…”

“Nope, it’s too awkward.”

Lewis let out a disappointed sigh as he glanced down at his semi-erect penis. It was straining against the confines of his boxers, aching for release, yet he highly doubt that will happen. This was definitely not how he planned on having the night end, and suffice to say, he was going to have a word with KiKi and Miles.

The next morning, everyone woke up to a beautiful sunrise over the ocean. They all met in the dining area for breakfast, still laughing and reminiscing about the previous night's game.

"Good morning, lovebirds," KiKi teased Lewis and Rorie as they walked in holding hands.

"Shut up," Rorie blushed, playfully swatting at KiKi.

"I'm just jealous," KiKi sighed dramatically. "Miles is too tired from last night to even hold my hand."

“Must be nice,” Lewis grumbled under his breath while everyone else laughed.

They settled down at the table to eat breakfast. The mood was light and carefree as they chatted and made plans for the day.

"So what are we doing today?" Louis asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, Lewis and I were thinking we could all go out on a boat for some water activities," Rorie suggested. "We could also explore Bodrum for a bit."

"That sounds like a great idea," Tia said.

"Yeah, and then maybe we can all have a seafood lunch later?" Jas added.

"Sounds perfect to me," Britt agreed.

"Where do we go after Bodrum?" wondered KiKi.

"We have about two days in Bodrum then two days in Rhodes. From there it's Antalya for three days and we spend the rest of the time in Cappadocia," said Lewis.

The group spent the rest of the morning getting ready and packing their beach bags. Rorie and Lewis had arranged for a private boat to take them out on the water, equipped with all the necessary equipment for various water activities.

As they boarded the boat, everyone was in high spirits, excited for a day of fun and adventure. They made their way out to sea, taking in the stunning views of the turquoise water and rocky cliffs.

They took turns jet skiing and banana boating. The group spent several hours out on the water before making their way back to shore. They were all exhausted but thrilled from their day of adventure.

"That was amazing!" exclaimed Britt as they docked at Bodrum harbor.

"I haven't had that much fun in a long time," added Tia with a smile.

"We should definitely make this an annual tradition," suggested Jas.

Afterward, they explored Bodrum, taking in the sights and sounds of the beautiful coastal town. The group settled down at a nearby restaurant for lunch, enjoying the fresh seafood and soaking up the vibrant atmosphere of Bodrum. As they ate and chatted, Miles approached Lewis with a serious expression. "Hey bruv, can we talk for a sec?"

Lewis nodded and followed Miles away from the rest of the group.

"I just wanted to say thank you for setting me up with KiKi," Miles said sincerely.

"It wasn't me, it was Rorie," Lewis replied with a smile. "But I'm glad it's working out."

Miles sighed and looked out at the ocean. "It's just been so long since I've been with someone and she makes me feel alive again."

Lewis could see the genuine happiness in Miles's eyes as he spoke about KiKi. He put his hand on Miles's shoulder in support.

"I'm happy for you, man," Lewis said.

Miles smiled gratefully at his friend before they headed back to join the rest of the group.

The group explored more of Bodrum, visiting local markets and souvenir shops before finishing off lounging on the yacht. Their time in Rhodes and Antalya was the same: exploring, eating amazing food, immersing themselves in activities like hiking and riding ATVs.

Soon, they arrived at their final destination, and the group couldn't help but feel excited and curious about what Cappadocia had in store for them. The landscape was unlike anything they had ever seen before - a surreal mix of dusty red and white rock formations scattered across the horizon.

After a few hours on the road, they finally arrived at their hotel, an elegant cave accommodation carved into the side of one of the fairy chimneys. The rooms were luxurious and spacious, with soft lighting and plush furnishings.

"Welcome to Aza Cave Hotel, Hamilton Party," the concierge greeted with a warm smile. "Please, have some tea."

A waiter came around offering Turkish tea. Each of them took a cup and sipped slowly, savoring the rich and aromatic taste.

"This is really good!" exclaimed KiKi. "Do you guys sell this? I would love to take some back home."

"Of course, ma'am," said the concierge. "I'll make arrangements to have a selection gift box placed in your room. It contains all of our popular blends."

The group thanked the concierge and took some time to freshen up before meeting in the lobby to head to dinner at the hotel's terrace restaurant. As they made their way to the restaurant, the group couldn't help but admire the stunning view of Cappadocia at sunset. The orange and pink hues of the sky reflected off the unique rock formations, creating a magical ambiance.

Once they were seated at their table, the hotel staff brought out a delicious spread of traditional Turkish dishes - from savory kebabs and dolma to fragrant rice pilaf and mezze platters. Everyone dug in eagerly as they discussed their plans for exploring Cappadocia.

"We have an early morning start tomorrow," Rorie said as she took a sip of her wine. "We're going on a hot balloon ride."

"I can't wait!" exclaimed Britt, bouncing in her seat with excitement.

"It's going to be amazing," added Jas, grinning from ear to ear.

"How early is early though?" she wondered aloud, making everyone turn to stare blankly at her.

"What? I'm just saying what everyone is thinking," KiKi defended herself with a laugh.

"Early is early, Kiara," Miles teased, nudging her side. "Why? You need extra time for some beauty sleep?"

"I mean, yeah," nodded KiKi with a grin. "Y'all have been tiring me out. I don't think I've stayed up this late since college."

"If you're getting old, just say that, girl," joked Tia, causing KiKi to hit her playfully with a napkin.

"Never that, sweetie," she retorted, "but I need some time to relax too."

"They have a spa here, y'know?" Ayesha said. "We can hit it up later."

"Say less, girl!" KiKi grinned widely.

"I mean since the girls are gettin' their massage on, I say we hit up a game of pool after the balloon ride," suggested Jas with a sly grin.

"You think we would want to play another game with you after you just cheated during basketball?" teased Lewis, reminding everyone of how Jas had cheated during their pickup game while they were sailing to Antalya.

"Oh come on, it was all in good fun," Jas defended herself with a laugh. "But seriously, we should do something active."

"I'm down for pool," said Andrew. "Or maybe bowling? I heard there’s a bowling alley here."

"We could go for a hike tomorrow instead," Louis suggested. "I heard there are some amazing trails around here."

"That actually sounds perfect," said Miles.

"Okay, so that's settled then," concluded Lewis. "We'll go hiking tomorrow."

The group continued chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their drinks and snacks. Eventually, Rorie looked at her watch and realized it was getting late.

"Guys, as much as I'd love to stay out all night with y'all, I think I’m going to head to bed soon," she announced.

"Yeah, same here," agreed Ayesha. "We have an early start tomorrow."

"Okay, let's call it a night then," said Tia.

The group said their goodnights and headed back to their rooms. Lewis and Rorie made their way down the echoing hallway, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. Upon entering the room, Lewis wasted no time in pulling Rorie closer to him, his eyes filled with longing. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of the desires burning within him. Rorie could feel the intensity of his touch, the heat of his body pressing against hers, igniting a fire deep within her soul.

Rorie gently pulled away, a look of concern in her eyes. "Lewis, we really don't have time for this," she whispered, trying to reason with him. "It's almost midnight, and we need to be well-rested for our early morning balloon ride."

"I'll be quick," he says as he plants kisses down her neck.

“You always say that,” Rorie chided as she rolled her eyes. She allowed his kisses to trail downward to that special spot on her collarbone. Rorie couldn't help but let out a small moan as Lewis continued to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body. She had to admit, she was tempted to just give in, but she knew they would regret this in the morning. “You have fifteen minutes. Can you work with that?”

Lewis grinned mischievously, his hands still roaming over Rorie's body. "I can work with anything," he replied, his voice laced with desire.

The next morning, the group gathered in the lobby of the hotel bright and early. They were all dressed comfortably for their hike and ready for a day of adventure.

Rorie noticed Lewis standing off to the side, looking a little tired.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" she asked him softly.

"Not really," he admitted with a sheepish grin as he waggled his eyebrows. "But it was worth it." He added a light slap on her ass for dramatic effect, causing Rorie rolled her eyes playfully and give him small smile.

They were greeted by the hotel staff with warm towels and fresh coffee before heading out to meet their tour guide.

"Good morning, Hamilton Party!" exclaimed the guide, a friendly man named Murat. "Are you ready for an unforgettable experience?"

The group eagerly nodded as they boarded the van that would take them to the balloon launch site. As they drove through the quiet streets of Cappadocia, Murat shared interesting facts about the region's history and culture.

They arrived at the launch site just as the sun was starting to rise. The sight of dozens of colorful balloons filling up with air against the backdrop of Cappadocia's unique landscape took everyone's breath away.

"Wow," whispered Miles in awe.

"This is going to be incredible," said Lewis with a grin.

After a safety briefing from Murat, they climbed into their designated balloon basket and took off into the sky. The feeling of weightlessness and the stunning views around them left everyone speechless.

As they glided over fairy chimneys and valleys, Murat pointed out notable landmarks and answered any questions they had. The whole experience was truly magical.

After an hour-long flight, they landed smoothly back on solid ground. Everyone clapped in excitement as they made their way back to Aza Cave Hotel for a well-deserved breakfast.

"That was absolutely amazing!" exclaimed KiKi as she dug into her plate of Turkish pastries.

"I can't believe we got to see Cappadocia from above," added Britt with a dreamy smile.

"It was definitely one for the books," said Jas with a satisfied sigh.

"Did I tell you guys how much I love y'all?" Miles said with a playful grin as he wiped crumbs off his mouth.

"You don't have to say it," KiKi replied, giving him a warm smile. "We know."

“No but seriously,” said Miles. “I love you guys for real. This has been one of the most amazing weeks of my life. I truly appreciate our friendship. To friendship!” he lifted up his cup of coffee and everyone joined with their various glasses.

“To friendship!” everyone toasted.

"I can't believe we almost didn't come here," Ayesha said with a shake of her head. "We would have missed out on so much."

"I know, right?" agreed Jas. "But I'm glad we took this trip together."

"Me too," Lewis added, putting his arm around Rorie's shoulder.

"This has been one epic adventure," Britt said with a sigh. "But now it's time to go back to reality."

"Don't remind me," KiKi groaned playfully. “I want to stay in Turkey forever.”

Days later in London......

Alexander sat in his office at The Sun, sifting through the documents that the private investigator had handed him. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, looking up at the PI.

"Positive," replied the PI. "I double-checked all my sources and everything adds up."

Alexander leaned back in his chair, trying to process this information. He had been tasked with finding out any secrets or questionable behaviors of the Hamilton family, and this was certainly a bombshell.

"And how did you find all of this out?" he asked the PI.

"I have my ways," replied the PI with a smirk.

Alexander nodded, still deep in thought. "Anyone else knows about this?" he asked.

"I highly doubt it," said the PI.

"Good, we’ll be the first tabloid to break the news then. Well, thank you for your work on this," he said to the PI. "I'll make sure your payment is sent over promptly."

As soon as the PI left his office, Alexander pulled out his phone and dialed his boss’ number.

"Hello?" answered his boss, David, on the other line after a few rings.

"David, it's Alexander," said Alexander in a serious tone.

"Any news?”

“Tons. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve just found out about Rorie Hamilton.”

"Well done, Alexander," said David with a hint of excitement in his voice. "This could be the story of the year."

TO BE CONTINUED......

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Rated Explicit | Warning: vampirism

The clashing of swords drew his attention innocently, when it was quiet he did not know the scene would change to see you putting back on your shirt and the Lord of the Desaulnier manor fixing his hair.

“Your lamb is here.” The man is shirtless and holding a foil-fencing sword in each hand. Matthias never directly interacted with the mysterious noble but almost everyone says he is a cold standoff individual, Aesop though never spoke ill of him.

“At least pretend to be a gracious host, Joseph!” Snapping at him while he puts the foil-fencing swords back on the sword racks. The click of the vampire lord's tongue is loud. He is intimidating, beautiful as a woman but graceful as a man, Matthias stares then stops the second the other notices.

“Be sure to do what we talked about, (Name).” His hand is on your lower back and his lips are on your shoulder as he pulls back your shirt. It is personal, and though you are intimate with most of those who live in this manor, what he sees is some more to it.

From what you told him about vampires by nature are creatures who bend to the whims of desire, a beast that hungers endlessly. Some can control it while others become enslaved by it.

“Yes, monsieur.” You turn your head as he places two more kisses before slipping away. “Good night.” It is strange hearing you speak with a much more gentle tone. You are gentle, especially with Emil, Andrew, and Aesop. You can be kind, you can be firm, and you adjust to the needs of the individual.

“Evening.” Lord Desaulnier says before turning around and heading towards the door the puppeteer stands in front of.

Matthias moves aside not wishing to touch him unintentionally, his eye glancing and catching the cold glance of piercing red eyes. That made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

The door is closed behind him and now you are alone with the vampire fledgling.

“Don't mind him,” Speaking up when alone with the new arrival, “He is the same way with Emil too.” Emil is the man who is always lingering in your shadow. One might say shy but Matthias believes he is cautious. The only man to sleep in your room, and honestly sleep there.

“I see.” His gaze is elsewhere as you finish dressing, “Training this late?”

“Joseph needed to clear his mind for a bit,” You turn around now once more wearing your shirt, “You're up late. Can't sleep?”

Matthias shakes his head, “... I got hungry.” Though he ate a few hours ago, his gut still ached for more.

“Alright,” Taking his hand, “Let's go to your room.”

“Wait, why my room?” He was going to head to the kitchen.

“To feed, unless you want to bite me here?” Titling your head to the side slightly curiously.

“No,” Clearing his throat, “No, I mean… Are you sure?” It has been some time since he fed on you, he still fears he may hurt you.

“Of course. You need a direct source before you can solely use the blood vials and blood wine.”

You learned during your time with Joseph that there are ways to satisfy the beast of hunger. Solid foods like red meats from animals help maintain and hold weight. Bloodwine to calm the body. Blood vials to store and immediately drink if one is not feeding on enough blood— However, blood in storage can clot over time.

Direct blood drinking though has its uses but rarely is anyone willing like you, and rarely do most vampires know how to drink enough without killing anyone.

"Come on, the sooner you feed the less likely you will hurt me.”

The puppet named Louis is in another room locked in a case. This is done by Matthias Czernin's specifications, yet, he still checks the locks on the door. The door is across from his room and sandwiched between Edgar's room and Frederick's room. Both are pure-blood vampires who were given invitations by Joseph.

Matthias rarely sees his neighbors, thankfully. You did that purposely so he does not feel like he must interact with everyone immediately.

You wish he would personalize his room… A bed, a workbench for his puppeteering equipment, and a wardrobe. Nothing more.

“(Name).” Having you sit on the bed with your back to him, “Can you… May you lower your shirt?”

You lower it until it rests on your forearms, and you lean your head to the side exposing your neck. His hands are restless, unsure of what to do. “Hold my shoulders to keep me steady.” He holds you, gentle at first but he grips harder when his fangs latch onto your neck.

The sting from fangs piercing skin is not something you can grow used to, it hurts a tad less but the pain is still there. But the pain never lingers as pain turns to pleasure, your body swaying as he drinks from you. You know your limits and the more he feeds the closer you are to reaching it.

“Matthias,” A groan from him as his arms wrapped around you keeping you in place, “Matthias, enough.” You might have to stop him and your hand reaches behind you to touch his face.

This makes him stop feeding, his mouth off your skin, tongue licking the residue of blood seeping out of the bitemark.

“You did good.” Praising him as you turn around when his arms let go of you, “Feeling better?”

A nod, he looks away, “You should put your shirt back on.” If he can blush then he has enough blood in his system.

“It's just my chest.” Teasing him, “You have seen me naked before.”

Once! By mistake because Naib Subedar and Norton are too daring for their own good!

“Do you not want to look at me?”

“I do.” A desperate tone, “But…”

“But?”

“More.” He tries to find the words, “I would want more.” His hands on his lap gripping the fabric of his pants.

You fully turn and take his hand placing it on your chest, the center where he can feel your steady heartbeat. You push forward against it until you are close enough to smell your blood on his lips.

“(Name).” Do not tease him, please do not be cruel.

“Matthias.”

The bed creaks with movement, the shared uneven breathing, the moans and groans of pleasure. The room for the first time seems more lively than it has in months.

You move your hips, rocking them forward and back, grinding slowly on his lap. There is no rush, you want him to experience this slow and steady for right now. You hold onto his back, his hands holding your thighs from underneath. His mouth meshed with yours, the puppeteer cannot get enough of kissing you.

He is not the best kisser as he has no experience in this but he learns along the way by copying your movements. Everywhere you touch it is like his body cannot help yearning for more, the voices for once are silent, and gazing up at you is like looking upon a god.

You would never take such a compliment, you never believe yourself above others whether physically or mentally. Everyone is an equal and you give only what others give you.

He wishes you would not. Wish you had met him first… Saved him. Though he knows it took a lot to get you to this current gentle state. The violence he heard Aesop was the first, he spoke only once about the large photograph of you in one of the rooms in the manor. The you who knew only blood and steel, a far cry to the person he has in bed with him.

When you both are exhausted, laying on the bed covered in the thin coat of sweat with his cum inside of you and you cum on his all over his now cock. His hand is on his chest, there is no heartbeat but he swears he can feel it racing. His eyes close as you pet his messy hair, his head on your chest with his ear above your racing heart.

You speak to him, asking him if he is okay or if he needs anything.

“You,” Clinging to you, “Can you stay?” Emil is probably going to be in a bad mood tomorrow when he wakes up to you not beside him. For some reason that makes Matthias happy.

“Yes, I can.” Smiling sheepishly, “As long as you want.”

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #matthias czernin #matthais czernin x you #matthias czernin x reader #puppeteer x you #puppeteer x reader #identity v puppeteer #idv matthias

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Well look who finally made a header! 😂 Thanks to @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @bonheur-cafe, @kiwichaeng, and @strandnreyes for the tags!

Thirst Trap Thursday AU has his 27K with no end in sight. Am I panicking about that? Just a little...

“Evening son.” “Holy fuck!” T.K. drops the water bottle he’d just grabbed from the fridge and claps a hand over his heart. “Dad! Jesus!” Owen Strand is standing on the other side of the island looking far too put together for one o'clock in the morning. “Oh my god, never do that again,” T.K. says, massaging his chest in an attempt to slow down his panicking heart. “What? Greet my son when he sneaks in after midnight looking like he’s just had quite the roll in the hay?” Owen asks.

Tagging @liminalmemories21, @louis-ii-reyes-strand, @carlos-tk, and anyone else who would like to share!

#Thirst Trap Thursday AU #Seven Sentence Sunday #Tarlos

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Where is your header image from? <3

I took it myself when I went down to New Orleans with some vampire friends — it's Lafayette Cemetery at the intersection of Washington Ave & Prytania St! The cemetery has been temporarily closed for a few years, so I just stuck my hand in through the fence to get the shot.

This was Armand's neighborhood, you guys! When he was walking around pining and watching over Lestat's living grave for almost 50 years! 🥹🥹🥹

And I spent the last years of the 1800s in complete seclusion in the old Garden District a block from the Lafayette Cemetery, in the finest of my houses, slumbering beneath towering oaks.

Poor Armand. And you told me Louis was dead. Go dig a room for yourself under the Lafayette Cemetery. ~ Lestat, TVL

#asksjhsdh listen i was going feral i had ascended #you ask and hekate answers #vc #armand #lestat de lioncourt #hekate.txt #new orleans

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 1 year

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What's your favorite painting/drawing of Napoleon?

If i had to choose I’d probably say George Richmond’s Napoleon Reading His Letter of Abdication. I’ve always loved the simple gravitas that the portrait manages to convey. It’s a posthumous portrait, painted in the 1860s I want to say, so is it a good likeness of Napoleon during either abdication? Eh, not to my mind. Still, I love the somber nature of it, but it’s not a weirdly gawking or mocking abdication portrait like some of the others of that time. So yeah, definitely one of my favourites.

Some follow-ups are Maurice Realier-Dumas’ Napoleon Bonaparte in Tuileries on August 10th, 1792 (which is the header of my blog on the phone app, last I checked). Another posthumous one, and one conveying something that didn’t quite happen like that—but that’s kinda par for the course in Napoleonic paintings from Napoleon’s own lifetime on past his death. I’m just a sucker for dramatics and heavy handed, super obvious symbolism.

Also Anne-Louis Girodet’s sketch of Napoleon reading of which I’ve only seen the following engraved print based on the sketch. Girodet at least new Napoleon in real life, and painted him and various members of his family, so that’s nice. It’s another simple one, and I just like the intimacy of it, the casualness of it. It’s pleasantly human and real in the way few portrayals of Napoleon’s are (for obvious Empire Reasons).

Thank you for the ask!

#art #napoleon bonaparte #Napoleon #ask #reply #anon #napoleonic

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girldirectionfest · 3 months

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Hi, like prev anon I'm a bit conflicted about AI. Faceapp uses AI to generate those genderswap manips. People in the fandom have been using it for years to make handy images for girl direction mood boards and stuff, but now we're all thinking more about whether AI is acceptable or not... Do we draw the line at genderswap manips using AI?

Hi nonny!!

I'm afraid this question is, to quote Louis, "bigger than meeeeeee." As I said before, I would prefer that people not use AI art in their fic posts. I will have a generic post header that I will use to share fics for anyone who wants/needs it.

That said, my understanding of the main issue with AI art-- the reason I personally find it distasteful --is that it steals from the work of artists to create something approximating their styles. Face manips, on the other hand, don't take from artists. Are they still a bit creepy and off-putting to me personally at times? Yes. But I'm less concerned that they're harming artists and content creators in the way that fic writing and art making AI does.

So basically, I would prefer that creators not use AI art in their posts. If this fest were to include art, I would not accept AI art to be published on AO3 as an original work.

But I will not be policing authors.

I hope that creators will respect this, and I know that when it comes to my personal blog I don't typically rb AI art or fic(nor do many others), so it's in an author's best interest to not use AI art.

Hope that answers your questions ♡

#girl direction #femslash festuary #re: ai art #much the same way i trust authors to tag their fics appropriately #i trust them not to use ai art

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harrysmaison · 1 year

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blogs whose themes/icons/headers etc you like best gogogogogoogog

what an interesting ask! so i took a look at a few of the blogs i came across, or that came to mind and here's a bunch of my favourites (in no specific order)

to begin with, i always always love gio @heartshaped-lou 's themes. she has the prettiest themes which just yk they just work. Always. Look at her current header.

the trans heart!!!! the rainbow! it's so cuteee isn't it?

next up, @pop-punklouis.

I love hope's header. I love the vibe of it all. Hell yeah, punk is not dead. She's badass, that header is badass and I'm in love.

Mari @hlkings icon (which is also her header) is very very cool.

Very cool. Just like her. I remember talking to her abt headers and stuff once and she told me how it's become sort of her brand now. It' totally goes along her vibe, and i love that every time i see the hot Louis smoking pic i think of her.

Then there's my beloved dheera @stylinsuns. Her headers, even tho not larry related, always serve aesthetic. She's a full on aesthete, she's up there. And her most recent header is just *chef's kiss* to die for.

For those of you who don't know her, this GORGEOUS woman is a legend in India, Rekha, the woman who rules our entire country's hearts. And this is just so soft. The pinks and the roses and that expression that I've been meaning to tell you dheera, very much matches yours.

I also have a thing for @ladychlo 's header

Following are the reasons:

1. Louis looks like he's wearing an eyeliner, smth i would die for to happen irl

2. Louis in black and white

3. Louis close up

4. Louis

Let's also take a look at @kiwikiwiandkiwi 's header.

Look at that. So intimate so soft so beautiful. It's like i can feel that texture. Its a fanart, it's totally gorgeous, kudos to the artist (@sweetest-devotion ) I'm so so so in love.

speaking about art. @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk 's header is their own art.

And it's golden art. And it's ball pen art. And it's a beautiful art. And i love that art. And i love that header.

Let's not continue this art topic i could go on and on and on.

If we're talking abt the entire theme, @perksofbeingasunflowerblog 's theme does this to me.

Unexplainable things. It's all green, and it looks much better on desktop but I'm too lazy to go take a desktop ss rn so go check yourself one day. But i love Manas theme. And that title, yes.

Also taking this chance to mention @bluewinnerangel (i just checked their header and wow ok wow I'm am adding this after everything was said and done) that is the MOST BLUEWINNERANGEL header EVER.

Alien baby up to smth art and the colors and the way it shimmers and it's so mischievous and fun and chaotic just like demy.

Now if i didn't have to go to sleep, I'd go check out some more blogs and rant more but this post shouldn't be any longer fjfjfhf so I'm mentioning a few blogs below who's themes/icons/headers I'm in love with.

@kieumy who creates their headers and they're always beautiful

@louishandkink Dani and her hand kink and her infecting us all with those sexy hand headers

@thetriangletattoo I'm jealous of that header. I just am. I love it too much.

@londonfoginacup has the cutest icon. Squinty eyed louis is 💓💓💓

@thedevilinmybrain Jennifer and her extremely hot header. Louis doing that thing and killing me

And there's so many moree but i gotta go to sleep now soo this is where I'll stop. I'm sorry this got so unnecessarily wrong.

Ps: if anyone is not okay with me adding pics of your header (especially art) lmk and I'll remove immediately!

#i totally ranted unnecessarily here im so sorry #sandesh #nona

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iwtvbigbang · 1 year

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ID. A digital header image from the show Interview with the Vampire. It shows all three characters, Lestat, Louis, and Claudia, standing on the roof tops of the city, and an overall red tint has been applied to the AMC press released still. The word "Update" in a pale red tinted font is off to the right-hand side. END ID.

We just wanted to share a quick update of thanks to the fandom - in just under 24 hours, we've already had nine sign ups and we appreciate the love and signal boosting you all have been doing for us across platforms. Thank you ❤️

Our open call applications are open through the end of the year, and all links can be found in our bio section and pinned post 🤗

#thank you loves #you're amazing!#iwtv big bang #amc iwtv #iwtv 2022 #iwtv series #iwtv amc #iwtv #interview with the vampire #big bang #fandom event

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hildred-rex · 43 years

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this pinned post is permanent now too...

Alright, the temporary blog image has grown on me. It's a cropped square from page 31 of A Collection of Emblemes, Ancient and Moderne (1635) by George Wither.

The header image is Monhegan, Maine (1922) by Nicholas Roerich. Everyone should go look at more Roerich artwork immediately; his are some of the most consistently beautiful paintings I've ever seen.

Anyway...

I'm:

Cinnamon or Hildred by name, accurately referred to with any pronoun set other than he/it.

@/voidblue on pronouns.page.

Generally, my thematic color is blue and not yellow, but it doesn't make sense for Hildred Castaigne to be blue. In fact, I think he'd be somewhat offended. This makes making this account look like me... somewhat difficult. (Update: I've given up entirely. This is Hildred's blog theme now. The Imperial Dynasty of America was secretly the Imperial Dynasty of Tumblr User @hildred-rex's Blog Theme.)

Under the readmore: a list of fandoms I partake in, more detail on my exploits in gothic literature, a noncomprehensive list of other things I've enjoyed, and a "last updated."

Fandoms:

gothic literature (predominantly horror) in general; this gets its own list lower down!

The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolk.

Arthur Machen (have not read everything yet!)

Dracula by Bram Stoker.

The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers.

The Parties are for Losers series by Ferry. (I don't want to give them a random notification for no reason, but they're nopanamaman on tumblr.)

The rest of Ferry's songs are also very good!

currently reading Homestuck due to a D&D campaign (I promise this makes sense in context)

[more when I remember them]

I decided a few years ago that Lovecraft was seminal to the cosmic horror genre and that therefore I should read all the fiction he ever wrote; to my recollection I've read everything listed on Wikisource except "The Street" and "The Rats in the Walls," provided it's extant. (Not sure this counts as a fandom?)

I'll have to come back and add a "music I enjoy" section later.

More on Gothic Literature:

(Listed = I've read it; bolded = I can probably do analysis of its characters; italicized = I don't remember it well; underlined = I really want to reread this and will when I have the time. Small is notes and commentary.)

This is only what I've dredged up from my brain at the moment and I have probably read more; this'll be updated as I read and/or think of stuff.

Dracula (1897) by Bram Stoker. (Curiously, I've never actually done Dracula Daily.)

The King in Yellow (1895) by Robert W. Chambers. (Bolding only goes for the weird stories, including "The Demoiselle d'Ys," and is strongest for "The Repairer of Reputations." I've found myself unable to get through a few of the romances & cannot make heads nor tails of "The Prophet's Paradise" except that it feels like someone accidentally published his sheet of idea-collection paper. Admittedly, because of that it makes a pretty good transition between the weird stories and the rest.)

The Three Impostors (1895) by Arthur Machen. (I utterly adore this book.)

Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1886) by Robert Louis Stevenson. (I really loved reading this one, but was very sad by the end. I had Opinions on most of the characters and will again when I reread.)

The Great God Pan (1890) by Arthur Machen.

The Inmost Light (1890) by the same author. (Hello Dyson!)

The Vampyre (1819) by John William Polidori.

The Shining Pyramid (1923) by Arthur Machen. (I didn't like this one when I last read it; Dyson felt off.)

The White People by Arthur Machen (has the most cursed name of anything ever).

Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1831, not yet 1818) by Mary Shelley.

The Red Hand (1895) by Arthur Machen.

[Am currently reading more Machen.]

Miscellaneous Things Enjoyed:

This time in alphabetical order.

The Anatomy of Tobacco by Arthur Machen. I feel I must clarify that it's a comedic work that I'd estimate to be of novella length. Reader beware, this book contains random untranslated and even untransliterated faux-Ancient Greek.

At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft.

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward by H. P. Lovecraft. It feels like reading a textbook with a central plot besides the advancement of history (and with a nicer writing style). Content warning for racism and off-handed mentions of the colonial American slave trade.

Fourteen by Peter Clines. This book gets in one's head and doesn't leave.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and its ensuing series, by Douglas Adams.

Last updated 2024-03-31, YYYY-MM-DD. Created sometime in late-ish November 2023. Edited 2023-12-07. Backdated to Louis Castaigne's birthday in a year that would make him 42 years old at the founding of this blog.

#HELL'S BELLS AFTER THE SAGA I WENT THROUGH FINDING IT AGAIN I AM TAGGING THIS THING #pinned post

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Eli dating a professional footballer headcanon pt. 2 — Winning the UWCL

requested by the lovely @qqueenmars — sorry it took me so long to get to it 🫣🫣 hope you enjoy it xx

— when your team won the second game of the ucl semi finals you cried

— not on the pitch but later when you were in the changing room and it all had set in

— you were going to play the Champions League final in Turin and you would try your damn best to win it

— you face timed Eli when you were back at the hotel around one in the morning

— he was on tour in Sweden or Denmark you didn’t quite remember where but it didn’t really matter

— there was a lot of yelling and cheers when he answered the call

— Rob and Josh were chanting your name over and over again, Ryan and Louis whistling and clapping along

— and your boyfriend was smiling the biggest smile ever

— you only talked briefly; you were tired he was tried but you promised to talk to him the next day

— the next twenty days flew by fast and before you knew it was the night before the final and you couldn’t sleep

— Eli was sleeping peacefully next to you but you just couldn’t

— so you grabbed your phone and headphones and sat down in the bathroom leaning against the cool bathtub

— an hour later Eli joined you on the floor

— “everything okay love?”

— “can’t sleep ‘m too nervous”

— “you’re gonna be okay y/n, you’ll get on that pitch tomorrow, score a goal or two and then you’ll win the whole thing and i’m gonna be the proudest boyfriend on the planet… but first you need to sleep, so come back to bed with me please and get some sleep!”

— you slept surprisingly well after that pep talk and got up early in the morning for breakfast and the first meeting with the team

— you only saw Eli and the lads (yes they all came out to see you play) briefly right before you would get into the team bus and drive to the stadium

— they all pulled you into bone-crushing hugs, wishing you luck before the game

— you saw them a few hours later while warming up, in the block you had got them tickets for

— they were all wearing jerseys with your name and number on the back, it was kinda cute

— you of course didn’t hear it but they all cheered so loud when you walked onto the pitch

— they got even louder when you got passed the ball by Chrissy your teammate and best friend and ran the last meters towards the goal

— Eli jumped up when you scored and watched in awe as you ran towards your teammates hugging them and screaming in glee

— the game was intense and more importantly tied

— it was the 87th minute and the game was tied at 2:2

— if you could you would lay down on the grass and cry… but since that was not an option you gathered all your remaining energy and passed the ball along

— two minutes of added time

— it all happened so fast

— you were in front of the goal while Chrissy took the corner kick

— the ball came flying, high and fast

— you jumped up… and you scored

— a header

— in the 91st minute you scored a header

— you felt the earth shake and move, the crowd louder than they had been at any other point during the game… and then the referee blew into her whistle and it was done

— you had won, you had actually won

— your team had won the Women’s Champions League and your last-minute goal was the reason

— you blindly pulled your teammates into hugs trying to move towards where Eli and the lads were sitting

— when you reached them they’re all cheering and yelling in excitement leaning down to pull you into hugs

— as best as they could anyway

— when you reached him, Eli pulled you into the biggest hug, pressing a kiss to your lips

— “told you, you could do it! the two goals and all, i’m so fucking proud of you my love!”

— “i love you, thank you for believing in me!”

— you didn’t stop smiling that day

— neither did your boyfriend

— Eli watched in awe as you got handed the big silver trophy, his smile getting even bigger when you put it over your head

— he did get to hold it himself, one hand on the cup, the other around your waist while he was smiling down at you

— he should thank whoever took the picture because that was his new phone background

— when the two of you fell into bed in the early morning hours of the next day you slept considerably better than the night before

— you had won the champions league just like Eli had said you would

part one

#eli x professional footballer lives on (whoooop)#charlotte writes #elijah hewson #elijah hewson headcanon #elijah hewson imagine #inhaler #inhaler headcanon

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Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley on Miss Marsha P. Johnson, transmisogynoir, and Black femme ornamentation & excess

from The Color Pynk: Black Femme Art for Survival (2022). image description below the cut.

image description: three screenshots of an ebook section titled “Star Pynk” in pink text. the excerpt reads:

Triangles, double moons, handkerchiefs, pansies, roses while we’re still here: of course, of course, so many shades of pink sing queerness without saying a word. Writing this book, I spent uncounted hours gazing at very, very queer pink pantsuits, pink eye makeup, pink ribbons, pink altars, pink survival gear, even pink HuCows. But the sources of femme pinkness that drew me in deepest... that I returned to again and again like a river... were the gowns, flowers, and aura of Stonewall veteran, activist, artist, model, and performer Marsha P. Johnson. I fell into rose-colored time warps watching her on Tourmaline’s Vimeo, Randolfe Wicker’s YouTube, and Michael Kasino’s love letter of a documentary, Pay It No Mind.

On February 14, 2019, I brought art supplies to my Femme Theory class at Harvard so students could make valentines for Miss Marsha and leave them in public places. I entreated my amazing Harvard colleague Robert Reid-Pharr, who knew Marsha in the 1980s, to tell me stories. Gifted with a chance to moderate a conversation with CeCe McDonald and Elle Moxley in February 2021, I asked these brilliant women to talk about their love for the Queen Mother. Marsha P(ay It No Mind) Johnson is the color pynk to me—the femmebodiment of all its queer nuances, loving generosity, and improbable joys.

One of Mother Marsha’s most circulated images— the header on the Marsha P. Johnson Institute website and the model for murals in Dallas, Denver, Portland, and Jersey City—shows her smiling radiantly in an off-the-shoulder fuchsia taffeta dress, haloed by a crown of roses, carnations, daisies, peonies, and baby’s breath. In one of my favorite images she poses at Gay Pride in a shimmering, rose-gold gown, crowned with a wide-open wreath of pink and red flowers and adorned with a lav- ender sash embossed stonewall. In these and other images that live on my screen, Miss Marsha is always fabulously, fantastically ornamented to the hilt in ways that look like love.

Let me be more specific, though: Mother Marsha is gorgeously or- namented in ways that look like Black love. Everyone knows Black people love shiny things, right? That “aesthetical Negroes [are] content to waste money on extravagance, ornament, and shine.” That “things that bling, shine, or shimmer, that emit light are especially privileged” in the “everyday aspirational practices of black urban communities, who make do and more with what they have, creating prestige through the resources at hand,” as art historian Krista Thompson elucidates.

In his influential, unabashedly racist 1908 treatise “Ornament and Crime,” Viennese archi- tect Adolf Loos was indulgent of so-called Kaffirs’ love of the ornamental since, unlike “modern man,” they “have no other way of attaining the high points of their existence.” Twenty-first-century racists are less tolerant of African American accumulation of “bling, shine, and shimmer.” Noting derision of Hurricane Katrina survivors’ jewelry, Humvees, Louis Vuitton bags, and flat-screen TVs, Lisa Marie Cacho observes, “Poor African Americans are not only represented as unentitled to ‘luxuries’; they are also denied the power to decide what constitutes a ‘luxury’ and the power to define what they need and what they can live without.”

Not (only) luxuries, ornaments can be lifesaving shields more resistant than levees. “The ostentatious display of things might be interpreted as a protective means. We might understand the use of material goods and the production of blinding light as a shield or apotropaic, simultaneously reflecting and deflecting the deidealizing gaze on black subjects,” Thompson offers. “The beauty of black ordinary, the beauty that resides in and animates the determination to live free, the beauty that propels the experiments in living otherwise,” Hartman states in no uncertain terms, “is not a luxury; rather it is a way of creating possibility in the space of enclosure, a radical art of subsistence, an embrace of our terribleness, a transfiguration of the given. It is a will to adorn, a proclivity for the baroque, and the love of too much.”

For Black trans women, transfeminist scholar Eve Lorane Brown describes, the beauty of black ordinary—the “extravagance, ornament, and shine” of hormone therapy, hair extensions, contouring kits, or other everyday accessories of black femme-ininity—saves lives in more immediate ways. White trans women forgo makeup, breasts, or shaved legs and walk through her majority-Black Oakland neighborhood unharassed, she notices, benefitting from residents’ knowledge that interfering with any white person risks police intervention. The same isn’t true for Black trans women.

“No matter how unclockable” a trans femme of color might be, “no matter how well she could blend in, she still carried that seed of fear about being found out . . . fetishized, ridiculed, rejected, or attacked,” Janet Mock writes. “We don’t have to search for too long to watch footage of a girl being attacked on public transit or in the restroom, or read a story about the killing of yet another black or Latina woman.” Femme tech— manicures, wigs, foundation makeup, dresses, waist trainers, handbags, hormone therapies, plastic surgeries—are “‘luxuries’ [that] may be regarded as meeting basic physiological and safety needs for African American trans women,” Brown concludes. Diving into ornament as a daily practice of beauty and safety, Treva Ellison remarks, Black trans femmes engage “the sartorial, the expressive, and the performed” with a view to “reworking and repurposing the signs, symbols, and accoutrements of Western modernity” in ways that guard against “Black femme subjection, abuse, and premature death.”

But Marsha’s pink, shiny, frilly, plastic, floral femme tech wasn’t curated to blend seamlessly with—well, anything. She stood out, always. Queen Mother wasn’t shy to walk through town half en déshabillé: “She’d be coming up Christopher Street with the rolled-down stockings, fuzzy slippers, her wig in beer-can rollers: ‘Hello, everybody! What a wo-o-onderful morning!’” Sasha McCaffrey laughs. When fully dressed— gloriously “over the top with the jewelry, flowers in her hair, very creative looking, very commanding of attention,” performer Ron Jones recalls— Marsha embodied the Black aesthetic Hartman lyricizes as the “tendency to excess, the too much, the love of the baroque; the double descriptive: down-low, Negro-brown, more great and more better; the frenzy and passion; the shine and fabulousness of ghetto girls.”

Like her spiritual daughter Tourmaline, Marsha dressed as her “fullest and freest self in the most public of places”: “I remember seeing Marsha walk down the street in a miniskirt that she had made with nothing on underneath and it was clearly see-through. Clearly!” Rick Shupper emphasizes. “She wasn’t the kind of queen you questioned her drag,” Martin Boyce explains thoughtfully. “Because she had very little. And, you know, she wasn’t a well-dressed, coordinated kind of queen. She put on what was available and what, you know, fulfilled her idea of being a woman to some extent. It was a very, very natural look—and all her own.”

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heartstringsduet · 2 months

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Here's something to celebrate WIP Wednesday with some extra love and extra pink header. This is from First Aid. Happy Valentine's <3 nsfw.

“Look at you,” Carlos breathes, taking a moment to rub both hands on TK’s thighs, so close to where he knows TK wants them - but not quite.

“Less looking, more fucking, please.”

Carlos huffs. “Who’s the poet now?”

TK rolls his eyes and brings his hand to Carlos’ crotch, making him hiss out in surprise. “I’ll think of a sonnet while you finger me.”

The lube clicks loudly, and in his haste Carlos squeezes too much of it onto his fingers. He doesn’t take his time to warm it either. TK clamps tightly around his index finger he drives in and spreads his legs further.

“I’d like to see you try to do more than moan,” Carlos says, before bringing his mouth back to TK’s c*ck and curling his finger. A high pitched whine leaves TK’s mouth like he means to prove Carlos right.

By the time a second finger strokes into him, TK has his legs curled over Carlos’ shoulders and his hands buried in his hair. Any words are garbled under slow puffs of air and his broken off directions, urging Carlos on further. Carlos' own hand has opened the zipper of his jeans, his feet kicking them off the rest of the way, and then he strokes his cock in time with the bob of his own head.

Swallowing around the salty skin, Carlos languidly draws back up, his lips smacking with an obscene sound.

“You like that, hm?”

“Y-yes,” TK moans. "And you know it!"

There’s nothing like watching TK arch his back when Carlos’ fingers drill into his prostate. It’s a shame that Carlos also wants the weight and heat and taste on his tongue back, so after getting his fill, he goes down on his c*ck again.

“I- ah ah , I’m good. Fuck me,” TK purrs.

It doesn’t deter Carlos. He still pumps in three fingers, drinking in the mewling noises spilling into the kitchen air and relishing in the tight tug on his curls. They’ve done all this before, but nothing has ever managed to reach so fully into Carlos’ heart and make it pump like a hand is squeezing around it.

“Ca-Carlos, I need you!” It’s a demand, a whole instruction.

Following it means drawing away, means swallowing pre-come and saliva and gasping for air. It also means seeing all of TK again, the pale skin flushed and his ribcage heaving up and down and it floods Carlos with a sudden urge to [redacted].

He clamps his teeth around it and focuses on ripping the condom open. TK’s legs fall away and before Carlos has time to understand, TK sits up and slides closer.

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

I guess at some point I should make a header for this since I do it almost every week...

Thanks to @louis-ii-reyes-strand, @carlos-in-glasses, @bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, @lemonlyman-dotcom, and @ladytessa74 for the tags!

“This is why I don’t want this thing lying around!” he yell whispers at his boyfriend, shaking the calendar angrily. “My family has no boundaries! They wander in and out at will! This is our private sex life and I don’t want them to be a part of it!” “I know,” T.K. says calmly. “I get it. I’ll stop leaving it around, okay?” “Thank you,” Carlos says, releasing an angry breath. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to come home to this.” “Carlos I am familiar with the ways of your sister and your cousin. It doesn’t surprise me anymore to come home and find them hanging around.” “Does it surprise you that they broke into our home to bake pornographic cookies in our oven?” Carlos says bitterly. T.K.’s eyebrows rise. “That…is a little surprising, yes.” “Well that’s what’s happening. So, yeah.” He sits down on the bed and tosses the calendar down beside him. T.K. steps forward until their knees bump together. “You know what might help?” he asks gently. “What?” Carlos asks, still feeling moody and pissed off at his family. T.K. rubs a hand up and down his arm, that gleam back in his eye. “If we try out Day Sixteen again.” Carlos flashes him a sour look. “I hate you.” “But you loved Day Sixteen,” T.K. says, pushing a hand into Carlos’ curls.

Late late late so open tag if anyone wants to share and hasn't!

#Tarlos #911 Lone Star #WIP Wednesday

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foldagerborg8 · 2 years

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