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ACOSM | The Night she made Azriel dance

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: angst/fluff? some suggestive content but nothing beyond a heated kiss

summary: The Court of Nightmares is celebrating Rhysand's accomplishment of enduring the blood rite. Valeria pulls Azriel for a dance and their unspoken feelings for each other begin to catch the attention of others.

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection of imagines that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on them, you can find the masterlist for it here. You might be able to read it as a stand alone imagine.

**

The Court of Nightmares, known for its dark allure and fierce celebrations, was adorned with opulence and mystery on this particular night. Silver sconces flickered with ethereal flames, casting long shadows across the grand ballroom. 

At the heart of the grand chamber, a colossal crystal chandelier bathed the dance floor in a cascade of soft, enchanting light. The luminous crystals sparkled like stars, reflecting in the eyes of those gathered beneath. The tapestries, hung with pride and history, depicted battles, bloodshed, and triumphs of the fierce Illyrian warriors.

Tonight, the Court of Nightmares celebrated not only a warrior's coming of age, but the bonds forged through battles and hardships. The High Lord of the Night Court stood at the center of it all. Rhysand, his son and heir, stood to his right. He was dressed in obsidian finery delicately crafted by his mother, radiating charisma and strength. 

Valeria stood alongside her mother at the bottom of the stairs that led to their throne, her gaze avoiding her father at all costs…even as Rhysand kneeled before their father in acceptance of the new crown the High Lord held in his hands. She waited until the crowd that had gathered erupted into cheers, joining the High Lord in celebrating Rhysand, to leave her mother’s side. She needed a drink.

As the musicians began to play a haunting melody, she made her way to the wine table. She wasn’t surprised to find Mor already there and under the influence. She wore an elegant black ball gown instead of her usual shades of red. Her brown eyes that were once full of life were dull and distant. She was still in mourning, joining Valeria in her lament for Mallory.

 Valeria had given her the jewelry box as soon as she had read Mallory’s letter. Upon her arrival to the Court of Nightmares, she had even stopped by Mor’s residence a couple of times to check up on her. She was turned down every time. She had even shut Rhysand completely out, not allowing either of the siblings in. She had chosen to mourn alone.

With a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, she poured a glass for Valeria.

**

Azriel and Cassian stepped into the grand ballroom with an air of ethereal elegance, their large mesmerizing wings unfurled behind them. The two Illyrians, known for their rugged warrior appearance, had traded their customary leathers for a sleek ensemble befitting the grand occasion. They were both clad in tailored black suits that emphasized the lithe strength of their bodies. Despite their fitting attire, they felt strangely out of place.

Azriel, partly concealed in his shadows, had an aura of quiet intensity. His eyes searched the room for a certain winged female. His shadows mirrored his request, sharing his determination. He was met with the same inexplicable magnetic pull that had seized him upon his return from the blood rite.  Following that irresistible thread, his gaze swiftly alighted upon the raven-haired woman, who unknowingly, held the golden thread that beckoned Azriel closer. 

The first thing that struck Azriel was the absence of her wings. He gulped as his eyes raked over her frame.

She appeared as a vision of timeless beauty in a simple yet enchanting long ivory silk gown–a creation no doubt crafted by her mother’s loving and talented hands. The bodice featured a delicate corset adorned with fine lace–lace that appeared to be spun from moonlight itself. Her long, raven hair tumbled down her back in loose curls that framed her face in a cascade of dark silk. At her throat, she still wore the moonstone necklace gifted to her by Azriel, the delicate gemstone shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Her violet eyes held a depth and intensity that continued to draw Azriel in as they met his hazel ones. Her brows rose slightly and he swore he saw the light return to her eyes for a brief flickering moment. In a blink of an eye, she was rushing toward him.

“Azriel,” she breathed, her voice laced with relief as she threw her arms around his taller, broader frame. She nestled her head against his chest as his shadows also enveloped her in their embrace.

“Valeria.” He replied, matching her tone of relief as he held her tightly, the tension of their separation melting away in that single moment.

“Cassian!”

Valeria pulled away from Azriel sheepishly, still flushed with the emotions of their reunion. She turned to the Illyrian male beside him, who had called out his own name and waited for her with expectant open arms. She didn’t hesitate to move into Cassian’s brotherly embrace and he chuckled with delight.

 “I think you’ve gotten stronger, my little warrior.” He remarked, his grin growing broader.

“There’s nothing to do here.” Valeria replied as she pulled away from Cassian.

She didn’t consciously register it. It was almost instinctive the way her steps drew her closer to Azriel, her body unconsciously seeking to be close to him. Azriel’s body did the same, their fingers brushing against each other lightly.

Cassian couldn’t help but notice the subtle, unspoken connection between them. He wondered if he should say something.

“No one to annoy, unfortunately.” Valeria added, pulling Cassian from his thoughts. She then looked at Azriel, her eyes scanning his shoulders. “Where is–”

“Noctis is resting in your room.” Azriel answered before Valeria could finish. “We thought it would be too chaotic here for him.”--He saw the concern in her eyes at the thought of her bird being left alone.--”I left some of my shadows to keep him company.”

“Thank you.” Valeria breathed a sigh of relief, expressing her gratitude. She made sure to look at both Azriel and Cassian, knowing that they along with her brother–who she already thanked earlier–carefully nursed her beloved bird back to health.

“The house is awfully quiet without you there.” Cassian commented with a small frown.

Rhysand’s voice suddenly emerged from behind. “I never thought I’d be the one to say this but I miss you and that damn bird keeping me up at night with your piano...and those awful chirps of his.” 

Valeria rolled her eyes, turning around to face her brother to make sure he caught the gesture. “His chirps aren’t awful. They’re lovely.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” Rhysand chuckled, his eyes looking amongst their group. “Where’s Mor?”

Valeria’s eyes widened as she realized that her cousin had not followed her and chose to remain at the wine table instead. Her heart ached for her. 

Cassian sighed. “I’ll go get her.”

Azriel seated himself at the empty table nearby. Rhysand and Valeria followed after him with the latter taking the empty chair beside him. A wave of magic filled the air, and suddenly, a sumptuous array of food materialized at the center of the table. Empty plates appeared before them, ready to be filled. Azriel was the first to fill his plate with a tempting assortment of delicious food but instead of indulging in it himself, he extended the plate to Valeria. 

“Here,” He urged her, his voice gentle, as he offered her the plate. “You need to eat.”

“It’s been hard to find an appetite these days.” Valeria replied honestly, accepting the plate from him with a small thanks. She found an immense guilt to do anything as she mourned the loss of her friend. She didn’t think anyone had noticed but Azriel had. It was subtle but he noticed her thinner frame and the slightly sunken appearance of her cheeks.

Rhysand’s gaze remained fixed on the two, his violet eyes narrowing as he watched their interactions. Gratitude welled within him for Azriel’s vigilant care for his sister yet a flicker of suspicion ignited in his mind. He wondered if Azriel’s watchful care held a depth of meaning beyond mere brotherly intention…

Rhysand’s gaze abruptly tore from the two upon the arrival of Cassian and Mor at their table. Mor stumbled into her seat, across from him, with Cassian’s careful support. 

“Oh, this food looks ravishing,” she slurred as she stole a piece of bread from Azriel’s plate.

Azriel, amused by her antics, didn’t seem to mind.However, when Cassian reached over to steal the potatoes from his plate, Azriel promptly moved his plate out of Cassian’s reach, fixing him with a glare. There was humor dancing in his eyes. 

“Congrats, bat boys.” Mor grinned, referring to their accomplishment in the blood rite. She hadn’t seen them since Valeria’s birthday.  

“Bat boys?” Azriel questioned, his brows furrowing in slight confusion while Valeria’s amused reaction almost led her to choking on her food. Her laughter bubbled forth, finding their surprised and bewildered expressions highly entertaining. Mor looked at Valeria and joined in.

“Bat boys,” Rhysand echoed, a smile playing on his lips as he swirled the wine in his glass. “I can’t say I hate it.”

The three men shared a knowing look, finding relief and joy in the sound of Valeria’s and Mor’s laughter. A sound they had feared they wouldn't hear again. The five of them continued to enjoy their dinner, engrossed in light conversation and reflecting on their memories together.

When the music began to pick up and people took to the dance floor of the grand ballroom, Rhysand noticed Valeria’s eyes light up. He knew how much she enjoyed dancing as he was often forced to be her dancing partner when they were children. Determined to keep the his sister in bright spirits, he extended his free hand to her.

Valeria hesitated for a moment and a frown fell over her face as a wave of guilt hit her then. Guilt for daring to feel joy when Mallory was robbed of any more experiences. Warmth and reassurance suddenly filled her in that moment, the same strange way it did after her nightmares would wake her, washing away her guilt. It’s okay, it seemed to say.

She accepted her brother’s offer and with a tender smile from Rhysand, they made their way to the dance floor. The people dancing seemed to part for them, allowing them to reach the center. Their presence was compelling and piercing and a cool mask was on both of their faces. Some stopped and stared, admiring the beauty of the son and daughter of the Night Court. 

Rhysand and Valeria began to move together, their steps fluid and graceful. He led with care, guiding Valeria through the steps. His own violet eyes held a promise of better days to come, and in that moment, Valeria felt a sense of hope return to her heart. The music swelled and Rhysand twirled Valeria with a flourish. She couldn’t help but smile again as the weight of her worries lifted.

“There she is,” Rhysand smiled back at her.

As the song came to an end, she curtsied at her brother in gratitude and when the orchestra began another song, her gaze landed on Azriel’s. He remained at the table, nursing a wine glass of his own. His piercing shadows had been watching her every move with a curious intensity as he pretended to be engaged in whatever Cassian was saying as the latter animatedly waved his hands.

Rhysand followed her gaze with an amused smile and then chuckled. “Az doesn’t dance. You’d have better luck with Cassian. Although, he might step on your toes.”

A mischievous glint danced in Valeria’s eyes as Azriel’s gaze lifted to meet hers across the room. It was as if he heard his name being called.

“He will for me."

With a playful spin, Rhysand sent her Azriel's way, and she glided toward him. Azriel recognized the mischievous glint in her eye immediately, already having an excuse ready for her. A lame one at that.

“I can’t dance.”

Valeria's eyes sparkled with an impish charm. "Your shadows tell me that's a lie."

"You can hear them?" Azriel raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.

His shadows, usually silent and obedient, seemed to have a mind of their own tonight. They coiled back, looking almost sheepish. Only when we want her to, they responded with unexpected sass.

“Sometimes.” Valeria shrugged nonchalantly, as if hearing his shadows was entirely ordinary. "Doesn't everyone?"

Azriel shook his head slowly. "No, not everyone."

"Oh."

His shadows brushed through her hair, their cool tendrils ghosting past her ear. "Well, right now they're telling me your mother actually taught you how to dance."

"Traitors," Azriel muttered grumpily at his defiant shadows, who dared to laugh in his ears, swirling playfully between Valeria and him.

Valeria, however, wasn't about to take no for an answer. With a touch of determination and a hint of playfulness, she intertwined her fingers with Azriel's, catching him off guard. His heart quickened, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he couldn't resist her any longer.

Complying with her invitation, Azriel rose from his seat, his eyes locked with Valeria's. Together, they stepped onto the dance floor, swaying to the gentle melody of the music. In the midst of the crowd, they danced, their movements synchronized.

It was a dance of shadows and moonlight, and in each other's arms, they found a rare and beautiful harmony.

Rhysand once again found his gaze fixed on the two as his sister and one of his closest friends--someone he considered his brother-- danced as if they were the only two in the room. Beside him, Cassian and Mor also watched the pair.

Cassian noticed the thoughtful furrow in Rhysand’s brow. “Something on your mind, Rhys?”

Rhysand hesitated before replying. “It’s Valeria. She and Azriel…”

“Oh, Rhys, you’re just being an overbearing and overprotective brother.” Mor couldn’t help but chuckle. She looked at Cassian, inclining her head at him to agree.

“Yeah,” Cassian said with a nod of his head. “We all care for Val deeply. She’s like a little sister to me and I’m sure Azriel feels the same.”

But even Cassian began to doubt his words as he remembered their earlier reunion and it did nothing to dwell the concern in Rhysand. He continued to watch his sister and Azriel–a protective instinct tugging at his heart–before Mor pulled his attention away from the dance floor.

**

Valeria swayed gracefully on the dance floor, her white dress catching the light as Azriel spun her around, her laughter ringing through the air. Her violet eyes sparkled with a mixture of joy and something deeper, something unspoken.

As the dance continued, Azriel couldn't help but glance down at Valeria's lips for a fleeting moment. The magnetic pull between them was undeniable, and the world around them seemed to blur as they swayed to the music. It was as if the air was charged with a palpable tension, their hearts beating in unison.

But just as the moment became achingly sweet and full of promise, a striking, dark-haired woman appeared before Azriel, her eyes brimming with charisma. "Would you do me the honor of the next dance, Shadowsinger?" she purred, her voice as seductive as her gaze.

Azriel reluctantly pulled his gaze from Valeria to meet the woman’s. He looked back at Valeria. There was hesitation in his eyes, almost begging for Valeria to shake her head at him, to tell him no. Much to his disappointment, Valeria nodded at him and he reluctantly accepted the dark-haired woman's invitation.

As Valeria left Azriel's side, a sense of longing hung in the air–a dance interrupted and a moment deferred. She made her way back to the table with her brother and friends. She watched as Azriel and the woman began to dance with a mixture of curiosity and something she couldn’t quite name. 

Rhysand couldn't resist a teasing chuckle. "Look what you started.”

Valeria tried to hide her jealousy, but the sight of Azriel with another woman had her wrestling with her feelings. A small sigh escaped her lips. She couldn't blame him for being polite. She knew she had no reason to be jealous, but as a third female approached him for a dance, there was an unexpected vulnerability within her. 

The Court of Nightmares' ball raged on, a whirlwind of elegance and extravagance. Valeria, still nursing her feelings of jealousy and insecurity, decided it was time to slip away from the festivities, using Mor’s drunken state as an excuse. Rhysand, her older brother, seemed oblivious to her inner turmoil, chatting with a beautiful stranger. Cassian had left earlier, sneaking away to visit his girlfriend.

“I think it’s time for bed.” Valeria said, looking at Mor’s slumping form at the table.

Rhysand chuckled and nodded. He began to excuse himself from the female, who had sat herself next to him, but Valeria stopped him with a wave of her hand. “I can handle it. I’ll take Mor to my room,” Valeria assured him as she placed the blonde’s arm over her shoulders and carefully lifted her from her seat.

Rhysand nodded, engaging himself in conversation with the pretty stranger once more, and Valeria slipped out into the cool night with Mor in tow. As Valeria discreetly made her way to the exit, her heart heavy with unresolved emotions, Azriel’s shadows noticed her departure and informed him.

As soon as the song came to a stop, a couple of minutes later, he was quick to pull away from the dance, bowing slightly at the female before making his way to where he had seen Valeria disappear into. On his way, he passed by the table that now consisted of Rhysand and a beautiful female, who sat on his lap. 

“Az,” Rhysand called out to him, forcing him to come to a stop. There was a playful glint in his violet eyes while the female on top of him raked Azriel’s body over with hungry eyes. “Care to join us?”

Their scent of arousal hit Azriel. If things were different, he would’ve gladly accepted Rhysand’s offer. It wouldn’t be the first time they shared a woman. But despite the female’s beauty and Rhysand’s promise of an entertaining night, he couldn’t bring himself to say yes.

Instead, he shook his head. “I think I should also call it a night.”

“Suit yourself,” Rhysand replied with a shrug. He feigned nonchalance on the outside but on the inside, his suspicions from earlier resurfaced...

Azriel excused himself and left the ballroom, his true intention to find where Valeria had slipped away to. In the darkness of the night, Azriel's shadows flitted through the corridors of the grand estate, searching for her. It didn't take them long to find Valeria at the opposite end of the palace. 

She was in the moon gardens, amongst the terrace of blooming flowers and serenity. A handful of night-blooming jasmines and gardenias lay beside her. She held a gardenia in her hand, plucking the petals one-by-one deep in thought, as she nestled on the soft grass.

Valeria didn’t seem to notice his arrival.

Plucking a purple peony that matched her eyes from a flourishing bush, he silently settled beside her. “A flower for your thoughts?” 

The gardenia Valeria had been holding slipped from her fingers, landing atop its own ivory petals. She started, caught off guard by the sudden presence of the Shadowsinger. He reached out, brushing a loose curl of her hair away from her face and secured the purple peony behind one of her ears. His shadows swirled around him, enraptured by her beauty, each tendril whispering in hushed admiration.

“You left without saying goodbye.”

"I just need some fresh air.” Valeria brushed off his concern and without considering the meaning of her words, she added: “I didn’t think you’d notice. You seemed to be having an awfully good time with all those beautiful females.”

Azriel’s hazel eyes glinted with amusement, a knowing spark stirring the air between them. “Is this jealousy I sense?”

Valeria scoffed, heat rushing to her cheeks. “Me? Jealous?”

“You’re right, you have no reason to be jealous.” Azriel acknowledged, his voice a soothing murmur of understanding. His lips curled into a smirk as his fingers gently lifted Valeria’s chin, coaxing her to meet his gaze. Reluctantly, her eyes locked with his, and in that moment, a daring boldness took over. 

“I only have eyes for you.”

As Azriel's words hung in the air, the tension between them thickened.

Valeria's heart raced as his thumb brushed softly against her lower lip, his eyes following his movement in a tantalizing tease that sent shivers down her spine. Valeria found herself inching closer and Azriel did the same, his breath mingling with hers.

The world around them faded into insignificance as their faces drew nearer. 

His lips barely brushed hers, almost in a teasing manner, and he rejoiced in the way her eyelids fluttered close and lips parted in anticipation. She wanted this as much as he did. 

“I only want you,” he murmured against her lips before he claimed them in a tender, longing kiss.

Her lips were just as soft as he had imagined. Just as sweet as he imagined and he savored her taste, yearning for more.

Their lips separated for a brief moment as she adjusted herself and before she knew it, their lips were crashing against each other once again in a heated kiss. With the guidance of his hand at her waist, she found herself straddling his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and the slit in her dress ripped further up, exposing her thigh but she did not care. All she cared about was the sweet taste of his lips and intoxicating scent of night-chilled mist and cedar. 

Azriel’s hand that had lingered on her chin found itself intertwining into the base of her hair. He pulled on it, angling her closer to him. The hand at her waist traveled down to her thigh before his fingers began to lightly trace their way up the newly exposed skin. His tongue traced against her bottom lip and she allowed him in, a soft moan escaping from her as he explored her mouth with his tongue. He almost moaned at the sound. It sent a shiver throughout his body, fueling his insatiable urge to find out what other pretty sounds he can elicit from her pretty lips.

When they reluctantly pulled away to catch their breaths, their foreheads rested against each other. The garden around them seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself recognized the significance of this moment and the stars above twinkled like diamonds.

Azriel’s pupils were dilated as he intently gazed down at her, admiration and a hint of lust in his hazel eyes. 

“Only you.” Valeria breathlessly echoed, the look in her eyes mirroring his. 

Azriel smiled, feeling his heart fill with such warmth that he thought he was about to explode. His shadows danced around them as he peppered her face with tender kisses. His nose brushed against hers and as the moonlight casted a soft glow on their faces, their lips met again.

**

A/N: after all the sadness and angst, I wanted to write something more romantic. Rhys and Cass are finally catching onto Az and Val and it seems like Rhys might not be too happy about that...

I hope the kissing scene was okay. I've never written anything beyond a simple kiss or suggestive content but I am willing to try for future imagines. It's just hard and kinda ironic for me to write romantic scenes since I fall under the aroace spectrum and lack the experience. yet I love reading all kinds of romance lol

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[twilight-lavender]

"When we were getting married"

one shot

The hall was a canvas painted with the most exquisite flowers from around the world. Roses, peonies, and hydrangeas cascaded down the walls like waterfalls of petals, their scent a sweet symphony to the senses. The fairy lights, now like a constellation of stars, twinkled above, casting a celestial glow on the guests who were whispering in awe.

Sheer curtains, the color of the softest dawn, billowed gently, dancing to the silent music of the evening breeze. They framed the panoramic windows which unveiled a scene so serene, it could only be the work of nature's finest artist. The rolling hills, cloaked in emerald, dipped gracefully into the tranquil lake, its surface a mirror reflecting the ballet of the skies.

The guests, adorned in their finery, took their seats on chairs entwined with ribbons of ivy and blooms, their eyes reflecting the golden hour that bathed the world in a warm, amber light. The air was alive with anticipation, every heart beating in harmony with the quiet rustle of the leaves outside.

Taehyung stands resolute at the altar, his hands clasped in front of him, betraying a hint of nervous energy. The tailored beige suit he wears is a testament to his impeccable style, fitting him like a second skin. The white shirt underneath is pristine, its top button secured, giving him an air of formal elegance.

The soft strains of a violin fill the room, wrapping the guests in a blanket of tender emotion. Taehyung's eyes, usually a gateway to his playful soul, now reflect a depth of feeling, a mixture of excitement and the weight of the moment. His gaze is unwavering, fixed on the entrance, where any second now, Y/N will appear.

As the members of BTS stand by his side, they can't help but notice the subtle shift in their friend's demeanor. Jin: "Who would've thought? Our Tae, all grown up and stealing hearts." Suga: "Just don't trip on your way to forever, okay?" J-Hope: "Remember to breathe, Tae. In and out, just like we practiced." RM: "He's only the second most nervous person here. The first? The guy who has to follow this act." Jimin: "If you get cold feet, I'm ready to step in. Just kidding, you got this!" Jungkook: "Hyung, your hands are shaking. Need me to hold them for you?"

Taehyung, amidst the laughter and light-hearted jabs, feels a warmth in his chest, a mix of gratitude and the slightest hint of anxiety.

Taehyung: (with a soft smile) "Keep it up, guys. Your turn will come soon enough."

As he waits, a gentle smile plays on his lips, and his eyes well up with love. Every passing moment seems to be an eternity, yet he embraces the anticipation with a sense of joy. Friends and family observe Taehyung, recognizing the depth of emotion etched on his face as he eagerly awaits the moment when Y/N will step into his life forever.

The moment the doors open, a collective breath is drawn, and time seems to stand still. Y/N steps into the threshold, and the room hushes in reverence. She is the embodiment of a dream, a vision that transcends the mere beauty of the physical world.

Her gown, a masterpiece of design, flows around her like a river of moonlight. The fabric, a symphony of lace and silk,is adorned with intricate patterns that tell a story of timeless elegance. Each step she takes sends ripples through the air, the waterfall of fabric cascading behind her in a trail of pure grace.

A delicate veil rests upon her hair, a gossamer web of finery that catches the light, creating a halo around her. It trails behind her, a whisper of tradition and the promise of the future, all woven into its ethereal threads.

The venue's lights, soft and warm, seem to find their purpose in accentuating the radiant smile that graces Y/N's face. It's a smile that speaks of love and hope, a beacon that shines brighter than any jewel. Her eyes, alight with happiness, scan the room until they find Taehyung's, and in that gaze, a silent vow is made, more powerful than any words could ever be.

As she glides down the aisle, every step is a note in the melody of the wedding march, her presence a chorus of beauty and joy. The guests are captivated, lost in the moment that will be etched in their memories forever, a tale of love that they will recount for years to come.

As Y/N makes her entrance, a hush falls over the crowd, but for Taehyung, the world narrows down to the vision of her walking towards him. His heart, a steady drumbeat in his chest, seems to sync with each step she takes. The emotions welling up inside him are a tempest, a whirlwind of love, awe, and a touch of vulnerability.

Taehyung's eyes, always a window to his soul, shimmer with unshed tears, the joy of the moment crystallizing in their depths. He watches her, this woman who has become his everything, and feels the gravity of their journey together, the paths they've walked to reach this singular point in time.

"Y/N," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the music, "you are the most beautiful dream I never want to wake up from."

The corners of his eyes glisten, the tears held back by sheer will, not out of fear of showing emotion, but from the overwhelming desire to keep his gaze clear, to not miss a single detail of her approach.

Jimin, standing beside him, leans in and murmurs, "She's breathtaking, isn't she?"

Taehyung nods, his throat tight with emotion. "She's the melody to every song I've ever wanted to sing," he replies, his voice thick.

And as Y/N draws closer, the space between them charged with the electricity of their love, Taehyung reaches out a hand, a silent invitation to join him in the dance of their lives.

"Come, let's write our forever," he says, the promise in his eyes more eloquent than any vow spoken aloud.

Y/N takes his hand, her smile a mirror of his own heart, and in that touch, they speak a language only they understand, a language of hearts entwined, of souls united under the banner of love.

In the midst of the enchanting setting, Taehyung and Y/N stood facing each other, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights and the sweet scent of flowers. The air was filled with anticipation as they prepared to exchange vows, expressing their deepest feelings for one another.

Taehyung's Vow:

"Y/N," Taehyung's voice resonated with a depth of emotion that the very walls of the hall seemed to absorb and echo back. "The day you entered my life, the universe shifted, painting my world in vibrant hues of love and joy. Now, as we stand here, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, I offer you my solemn vow."

He took a gentle breath, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. "I vow to cherish you, to hold your heart with the tenderest care, and to support you in every endeavor. You are my confidant, the keeper of my secrets, my partner in every burst of laughter that fills our days, and my comfort in the quiet moments of reflection."

His hand reached for hers, a physical manifestation of his words. "With you, life is an endless canvas, each day a stroke of color in the masterpiece we are creating together. I promise to walk beside you on this adventure, to build a tapestry of memories so beautiful, so vivid, that even time itself will pause to admire its splendor."

"As we embark on this journey, hand in hand, heart in heart, I look forward to the lifetime ahead of us, a lifetime of discovering new horizons and cherishing each precious moment. With you, Y/N, every day is a gift, and I am eternally grateful for the love we share." Y/N, her eyes shining with emotion, responded, Y/N's Vow:

"Taehyung," Y/N began, her voice a soft echo in the grandeur of the hall, her eyes glistening like stars in the twilight of their special day. "You are the melody that has given rhythm to the song of my heart. As we stand here, enveloped in the beauty of this moment, I pledge to be by your side through every season that life brings our way."

Her hands found his, a tangible promise in their gentle clasp. "I vow to be your steadfast companion in every burst of joy, your unwavering comfort in the face of challenges, and your devoted partner in the creation of a future rich with love."

A smile, radiant and full of hope, spread across her face. "With you, Taehyung, I have discovered the true essence of home. It is not a place, but a journey with you, a journey where we will grow together, learn together, and evolve as one."

"Today, as we stand on the threshold of forever, I look forward with eager anticipation to a lifetime of shared dreams, a lifetime where each day is a new chapter in our endless story of love." As they exchanged these heartfelt promises, the room seemed to hold its breath, embracing the profound connection between Taehyung and Y/N. The vows were not just words; they were a testament to the depth of their love, resonating with everyone present in the ethereal atmosphere. The soft music played like a gentle melody, underscoring the beauty of this moment where two souls pledged their love and commitment to each other amidst the cascading flowers, fairy lights, and the warmth of their shared dreams.

The world seemed to hold its breath as Taehyung leaned in, the distance between him and Y/N diminishing with each heartbeat. The room, wrapped in a gentle hush, was thick with anticipation, every eye fixed on the couple, every heart sharing in the silent crescendo of the moment.

Their eyes closed, and as they inched closer, drawn by the invisible force of their love, the air around them seemed to shimmer with the promise of their union. The guests leaned forward, captivated by the intimacy of the moment, the very essence of romance hanging delicately in the balance.

And then, just as their lips were a mere whisper apart, a jarring blare of alarms sliced through the serenity, a stark, discordant note that shattered the dreamlike veil. The room erupted into a chaos of sound, the spell of the ceremony broken as heads turned in confusion.

Taehyung's eyes snapped open, his expression a mix of concern and surprise. The tender moment lost, replaced by a rush of adrenaline as he instinctively reached out to protect Y/N, drawing her close.

"What's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled, her words barely audible over the cacophony of alarms.

"We'll find out, just stay close," Taehyung assured her, his voice steady despite the uncertainty that now clouded the once perfect day.

As the reality of the situation set in, the guests rose from their seats, a murmur of concern spreading through the crowd. The fairy tale scene had taken an unexpected turn, and now, all awaited the unfolding of events with bated breath.

In an instant, the serenity shattered, the sound of alarms slicing through the dream like a knife through silk. Taehyung and Y/N, their moment of unity interrupted, turned in shock as the idyllic world around them began to crumble.

The alarms grew louder, more insistent, a stark reminder that reality was calling. The guests, once statuesque in their admiration, now moved in a blur, their forms dissolving into the ether of Y/N's mind.

With a start, Y/N's eyes snapped open, the tranquility of her room a stark contrast to the chaos of her dream. The wedding, the vows, the kiss that almost was—all of it had been a figment of her vivid imagination. The alarms, now identified as the mundane beeping of her alarm clock, continued their relentless call.

For a moment, Y/N lay still, her heart still racing from the dream's intensity. The images, so clear and so beautiful, lingered in her mind's eye, a tapestry of what could be. A smile, small but genuine, curved her lips as she pondered the whimsical nature of her subconscious.

And there, in the quiet of her room, Y/N allowed herself one last fleeting thought of the dream. Taehyung, her heart's chosen companion in a world spun from the threads of dreams, remained a sweet echo in the silence of the morning.

As she silenced the alarm, the smile remained, a secret shared between her and the breaking dawn. The dream was over, but the day was new—a blank page on which to write her own story, perhaps one day as enchanting as the dream itself.

Author’s Note:

Hello Readers,

I wanted to share a little story with you, one that came to me in a dream. It was so vivid and beautiful that I felt the need to write it down and Keep as memory.

I apologize if at any point the story doesn’t quite capture the magic I experienced. Dreams have a way of being grander and more vivid than any reality we can construct. But if you find even a fraction of the joy in reading it that I found in dreaming it, then I consider my mission accomplished.

Thank you for taking the time to delve into this narrative, for walking with me through the landscapes of my mind, and for allowing me to share something so personal. Your engagement with my words is the greatest gift a writer could ask for.

Thank you!

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[xsweetxpeachx]

Everything is going to be alright

You will wake up some day and the same thoughts of regret and guilt won’t be as present. The feelings of unworthiness will subside. The path of true healing begins when you start to understand that we were designed for fuck up. The human experience is best described as a timeless story, you will be a masterful stroke of terrible bad luck, but your redemption arc is worth every fucking penny. You learn to laugh a little at your pain and silliness. You learn to live a little more than usual. For sure; you are flawed and imperfect, sometimes you cannot feel the warmth of your own body but still you walk through the numbness. You shine when the stars dim out, when the sun doesn’t show, even when the moon is entangled with the clouds, you shine and shine and shine. A blossoming dream of roses and finery. The same stuff that makes you laugh, makes you cry.

You will learn patience. You will learn that quite slowly. The hardest part about forgiving yourself that they don’t tell you about is the silent journey of your internal exchanges. Change doesn’t begin in a day, if rome wasn’t built in a day, you cannot possibly change in your moments of rage and depression. The courage to look at yourself and understand that you cannot possibly do this alone. You will attract your support system into your life, with your own hands, you’ll craft something worth waking up to. The company of tomorrow won’t always stay, but at least you’ll still have your freedom. The greatest feeling is knowing that you’ll always keep moving forward. For better or worse, you never stop going. Your first step is the hardest step, but it’s the only one you’ll ever be acquainted with.

One day you’re going to feel amazing again. You are the unconditional love that you must give to yourself first. A light version of what it means to truly be free. So proceed with caution, but always proceed. You are both an ending and a new beginning. You are the first page and the last chapter. You are the worst parts of your life, but you are also the sweetest moments of a midnight dance in the dark shared between innocence and young love. You are the road least traveled. The rose that grew out of concrete. You are the most beautiful person to complete this unfinished story. You are both author and reader. You are the rain. You are the flowers. You are the plucked. You are dry-pressed petals hidden under beds for a rainy day that might never come, but still you arrive all the same. You are the stars and all of its wishes. You are the faults and the mistakes, but you are also the answers and the corrections. You are the struggling, but you are also the unshakable. You are the calm, but you are also the storm. You are that very strange fixation to go on, because there’s nothing sweeter than your road to victory. You are every time you’ve watched yourself cry, you are also every moment you decided to smile. You are so damn incredible and worthy of a happy life. You still don’t have everything figured out, but my god, aren’t you just a sight to behold? Breathe gently, because it’s really going to be alright, no feeling is final. I am sending you so much love, with all that I am. You are the warm blood rushing back to cope with the absence of the sun, and it really is bright enough to shut out the darkness forever. I promise. Everything is going to be alright.

#this is for those who think they can’t go on #never been brave enough to share my writings but today felt like I had to #wishing everyone so much strength #happiness and good health in the new year. #I see you #me #mine #writings #poetry

[sicutpuella]

Desiderium [Tom Riddle x Original Character]

Chapter 1: nuit de février

In the outskirts of Provence, France, on a February evening in the year 1951, an air of enchantment permeated the countryside. Nestled amidst the rolling hills, a grand chateau stood as a beacon of refinement and grandeur. Adorned in exquisite finery, every detail meticulously attended to, the sprawling estate emanated an aura of timeless elegance. As dusk descended upon the land, casting a golden hue upon the snow-covered landscape, the chateau's lights shimmered with a radiance that rivaled the celestial stars above. Their warm glow cascaded through the windows, casting a spell of enchantment upon all who beheld the spectacle.

The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as carriages, resplendent in their regal splendor, made their stately procession towards the chateau's entrance. Each arrival added to the symphony of murmured conversations and tinkling laughter that echoed through the frosty air. The gardens, too, had not been spared from the touch of whimsical enchantment. The carefully manicured flora, bedecked with delicate frost and a dusting of snow, created a magical tableau. Twinkling lights were carefully woven amidst the branches of ancient trees, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced in harmony with the falling snowflakes.

Within the chateau's walls, guests mingled amidst opulent salons adorned with gilded tapestries and magnificent chandeliers. Laughter, tinged with the echoes of clinking glasses, filled the air as conversations flowed like a melodic symphony of shared stories and whispered secrets.

In this grand setting, the evening unfolded with a grace befitting the majesty of the surroundings. The guests, their attire a tapestry of refined elegance, moved through the chateau's halls with an air of sophistication and charm. The soft notes of a grand piano accompanied their every step, lending an ethereal soundtrack to the festivities.

As the night wore on, the allure of the chateau's splendor captivated all who beheld it. The snowflakes continued their gentle descent, weaving a veil of enchantment over the landscape. The grandeur of the scene, the delicate interplay of light and snow, whispered of timeless beauty and the promise of unforgettable memories.

And so, in this idyllic setting on that fateful February evening, the grand chateau stood as a testament to the power of elegance and refinement. Its magnificence, embellished by the softly falling snow and the twinkle of a thousand lights, created an ethereal world where dreams and reality intertwined, casting a spell upon all who had the privilege to partake in its grandeur.

From the depths of a carriage emerged a vision of elegance and poise. As the door swung open, a woman alighted with grace, her every movement imbued with an innate sense of refinement. Cascading down her back, her crimson tresses were styled with meticulous care, their lustrous waves framing a countenance of ethereal beauty.

Clad in a gown of regal allure, she wore a shade of dark royal blue that enveloped her form with a beguiling charm. The neckline of her evening attire ascended gracefully, drawing attention to her slender, swan-like neck that held an air of elegance and grace. The absence of sleeves allowed her long and graceful arms to be exposed, captivating the onlookers with their sheer loveliness. A white-fur cover-up adorned her shoulders, adding a touch of luxurious warmth to the ensemble. Her attire, though modest, possessed a subtle sensuality that hinted at the allure lying just beneath the surface. The back of her gown, tastefully revealed, offered a glimpse of her radiant skin, evoking a sense of both mystery and desire. The delicate balance struck between modesty and allure painted her as a woman of refined taste and captivating beauty.

The woman's features were a testament to her natural loveliness. Her makeup, light and delicately applied, enhanced rather than masked her inherent grace. Her electric blue eyes, the very windows to her soul, shimmered with a blend of nervousness and charm, captivating all who had the privilege of meeting her gaze. Her every expression, every flutter of her lashes, conveyed a delicate vulnerability that only served to enhance her appeal.

Amidst the grandeur and opulence that surrounded her, she stood, radiating a captivating aura that drew admiring glances from all who beheld her presence. Though there lingered a hint of nervousness, a touch of awkwardness in her demeanor, it only served to accentuate her natural beauty, making her all the more endearing.

As the noble and revered Domitius Rosier caught sight of his daughter entering the grand halls, his eyes alight with unmistakable delight. His commanding presence, tall and dignified, matched her own in stature, for she stood only a few inches shorter than her esteemed father. A man of striking countenance, his features exuded an undeniable allure. His light-blonde hair, touched with traces of silver, framed a visage that had weathered the passing years with grace, further enhancing his handsomeness and charm. With an ethereal bone structure and an air of regality, he stood as a testament to the timeless appeal of his lineage.

"Ah, Claudia, my beloved daughter!" Domitius voice carried a note of sheer elation as he greeted her. His eyes, mirroring the mesmerizing electric blue hue of her own, twinkled with paternal pride and unbridled joy. Eagerly, he closed the distance between them, his arms outstretched in anticipation of their long-awaited reunion.

"Father! How I've longed for this moment!" Claudia's voice, filled with warmth and affection, rang out as she embraced him tenderly. The bond between them was undeniable, a testament to the profound love they shared as father and daughter. In that embrace, time seemed to stand still, and the grand chateau faded into the background, leaving only the cherished connection between them.

Their reunion was a symphony of love and joy, their voices intertwining in laughter and heartfelt conversation. As they moved gracefully through the opulent halls of the chateau, their shared happiness permeated the air, casting a radiant glow upon all who witnessed their familial bond. The grand chateau, with its resplendent décor and majestic ambiance, became the backdrop to a cherished moment between a father and his daughter. Amidst the flickering candlelight and the whispers of enchantment, their love and connection shone brightly, a beacon of warmth and tenderness in a world filled with fleeting moments.

“At least, you weren’t late!” Domitius gently teases his daughter.

"I am honored to be present for this joyous occasion, Father," Claudia replied, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She glanced around the room, taking in the sight of the esteemed guests and the palpable aura of importance that surrounded them. Tonight was not just any ordinary wedding; it was a gathering of influential figures, where political allegiances were forged and strengthened.

Domitius chuckled softly, his voice tinged with amusement. "Ah, my dear Claudia, punctuality is indeed a virtue that runs deep in our bloodline. I am glad you have inherited that trait from me." His eyes sparkled with affection as he placed a hand on her arm, guiding her through the bustling crowd. "But it is not just punctuality that makes this evening special. It is the union of two great families, the intertwining of destinies, and the forging of alliances that will shape the course of our future."

As they strolled along the gilded corridors, their steps echoing softly against the marbled floor, Claudia listened intently to her father's words. His wisdom and guidance had always been a beacon in her life, grounding her amidst the tumultuous storms that came with their esteemed name.

"Father, I cannot help but feel a mixture of excitement and… dread," Claudia confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Domitius’ gaze softened, and he placed a hand on her cheek, a gesture filled with paternal reassurance. "My dear Claudia, you have always been a source of pride for me. Your strength and intelligence shine brightly, and I have no doubt that you will carry our family's legacy with honor. But remember, my child, that even in the face of great responsibilities, you must never lose sight of your own happiness and fulfillment. Your heart should guide you as much as your intellect."

Claudia nodded, absorbing her father's words of wisdom. She understood the delicate balance between duty and personal desires, and she vowed to find harmony within herself. The burden of their name may be weighty, but she refused to let it overshadow her own dreams and aspirations.

"Thank you, Father," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Your guidance and unwavering support mean the world to me."

Domitius smiled warmly, his eyes shimmering with love. "You are my greatest joy, Claudia. Remember that, always."

Among the sea of esteemed guests, Claudia Rosier stood tall and regal, her crimson gown accentuating her elegant stature. Her eyes shimmered with a mixture of excitement and curiosity as she observed the gathering. This was not merely a social affair; it was a convergence of power and influence, where alliances were forged and secrets exchanged beneath the guise of polite conversation.

As she made her way through the grand hall, Claudia's gaze alighted upon the familiar faces of Ministry members, seasoned politicians, and influential figures of pureblood society. The room seemed to come alive with the whispered conversations and laughter of those who held the keys to power. It was a world she had been born into, a world where connections and lineage held great sway.

Her eyes briefly met those of Armand Malfoy, a figure of great importance within the pureblood circles. The intensity in his gaze spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of their shared heritage and the intricate web of blood ties that bound their families together. Claudia couldn't help but wonder about the complexities that lay beneath the surface, the unspoken alliances and unbreakable loyalties that governed their world.

Amidst the sea of influential guests, Claudia's attention was caught by the presence of rich old purebloods. They exude an air of privilege and entitlement, their names etched into the annals of pureblood history. Their wrinkled faces and weathered hands spoke of a lifetime spent in pursuit of power and wealth, their very presence a testament to the enduring legacy of their bloodlines.

As she gracefully moved through the crowd, Claudia engaged in polite conversation with acquaintances and family friends. She spoke with eloquence and confidence, her intelligence and charm evident in every word she uttered. Yet, beneath her composed facade, there was a flicker of restlessness, a longing to make her mark on a world that often felt suffocating in its traditions and expectations.

She observed her father, conversing effortlessly with influential figures. His commanding presence and charisma commanded respect, his words holding weight and authority. Claudia couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, knowing that she was his daughter, a reflection of his legacy and the aspirations he had instilled within

As they moved through the grand hall, the whispered conversations and admiring glances followed in their wake. Claudia's crimson tresses, her regal bearing, and the air of sophistication that enveloped her drew the attention of many. Yet, beneath the surface, she was aware of the expectations placed upon her, the burden of her family's legacy. It was a world where appearances were everything, and Claudia knew she had to navigate the treacherous waters with finesse and tact.

As Domitius led her further into the heart of the festivities, Claudia steeled herself for the challenges that lay ahead. She knew that within this grand gathering, there were alliances to be forged, secrets to be discovered, and ambitions to be pursued. The evening promised more than just a celebration of love; it was an arena where power, influence, and destiny converged.

As they approached the heart of the gathering, Claudia's eyes alighted upon the bride and groom.

In the grand ballroom of the opulent estate, the wedding of Allectus Rosier and Lucretia Black was a spectacle that had been meticulously orchestrated. It was a union not solely born out of love, but a strategic alliance between two prominent pureblood families. The Rosiers and the Blacks, both esteemed and powerful, sought to strengthen their ties and preserve their ancient lineage.

In the opulent ballroom, Allectus Rosier stood amidst the gathering, his presence commanding attention. The flickering candlelight accentuated the chiseled features of his face, casting shadows that only heightened the allure of his masculine beauty. His deep-set, electric blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, inviting those who dared to meet his gaze into a world of mystery and intrigue.

As he moved with a grace and confidence that bespoke his noble lineage, Allectus drew the attention of all in his path. His impeccable sense of style, showcased through his tailored attire, bespoke a man who understood the power of appearance and how it could captivate the minds and hearts of those around him. With every step he took, the whispers of admiration followed, like the gentle rustle of silk against marble.

Beside him, Lucretia, resplendent in her wedding gown, exuded an ethereal grace that complemented Allectus's commanding presence. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, cascading like a waterfall of obsidian, and her dark eyes held a hint of mystery. While her beauty was undeniable, it was the underlying knowledge that this union was forged for the preservation of bloodlines that cast a veil of complexity over her delicate features.

The guests marveled at the sight before them, marveling at the union of two individuals whose physical beauty seemed divinely ordained. But hidden beneath the façade of this arranged marriage, were the intricacies of their familial obligations and societal expectations. It was a delicate dance, where duty and desire intertwined, and the future of two great houses hung in the balance.

As the ceremony progressed, the solemn vows were exchanged, sealing the union of Allectus Rosier and Lucretia Black.

The grandeur of the reception hall was ablaze with the glittering chandeliers and the lively chatter of the esteemed guests. Claudia, beaming with pride for her brother's successful nuptials, made her way through the crowd to congratulate him. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she playfully teased Allectus, her beloved sibling.

"Congratulations, dear brother! You managed to look decent tonight, finally," Claudia jested, her voice laced with affectionate banter. She held her brother's arm and leaned in closer, a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. "And Lucretia, my dear sister-in-law, you look absolutely splendid. I hope you have a stash of potions to counteract any potential headaches from dealing with him," she teased, a playful smile adorning her lips.

As Claudia exchanged pleasantries with her family, a familiar voice cut through the air. Turning her head swiftly, she beheld her cousin, Abraxas Malfoy, his presence commanded attention, his poise and demeanor oozing with aristocratic elegance.

The soft glow of the chandeliers played upon Abraxas' bright white-blond hair, each strand meticulously arranged to perfection. Not a strand dared to be out of place, for it knew its role in accentuating his otherworldly features. His sharp, piercing gaze, like the blade of a silver rapier, met Claudia's eyes with an unwavering intensity.

With a smile that danced upon her lips, Claudia stepped forward to greet her cousin. The warmth in her eyes was mirrored in her voice as she extended her hand in greeting. "Ah, Abraxas, it is a pleasure to see you again," she said, her words carrying a genuine warmth and affection.

Abraxas, ever the epitome of refinement, reciprocated her greeting with a nod, acknowledging her presence. His pale, icy-blue eyes met hers.

She extended her hand towards Abraxas, a gesture of kinship and shared heritage. The group of pureblood friends surrounding him, including Mulciber, Nott, Lestrange, and others, exuded an air of sophistication and privilege, much like Claudia and her brother.

However, as her gaze swept the room, Claudia's eyes locked onto a figure that sent a chill down her spine. Tom Riddle, a man of enigmatic allure, stood apart from the revelry, his presence both captivating and unnerving. The room seemed to darken ever so slightly as Claudia's gaze met his piercing eyes.

Claudia's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to him, as if he possessed an invisible pull that captivated her gaze. It wasn't just his striking appearance that caught her attention, but the way he carried himself with an air of confidence and intelligence. Tom Riddle seemed to possess an otherworldly charm, his features perfectly chiseled and his movements graceful.

His dark, curly hair framed his face in a way that accentuated his piercing, intelligent eyes. The slight curl at the ends of his locks added a touch of effortless elegance. His cheekbones were sculpted, giving his face a refined and aristocratic look. There was an enigmatic quality about him that left Claudia intrigued, as if there were depths of complexity hidden beneath his attractive exterior.

As Tom Riddle moved through the crowd, conversing with various guests, Claudia couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he commanded attention and respect. His words were articulate and thoughtful, drawing people in with his wit and charm. It seemed that even her brother, Allectus, and her cousin, Abraxas Malfoy, both known for their own good looks, paled in comparison to Tom Riddle's magnetic presence.

Claudia's curiosity grew, and she found herself longing to engage in conversation with this enigmatic figure. She observed the way he carried himself, the way he made others feel important and valued. It was as if he possessed a charisma that extended beyond mere physical appearance, captivating the hearts and minds of those around him.

“Cat got your tongue?” Abraxas noticed how his cousin Claudia seemed to stiffen up a bit upon seeing Tom.

“Ah! Lest we not forget your little show back when you were what… 11?” Allectus chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The mention of that particular memory elicited a brief flashback in Claudia's mind, transporting her back to her first year at Hogwarts.

She could vividly recall the scene in the Slytherin common room, bathed in the dim glow of the firelight, where Tom Marvolo Riddle, then a sixth-year prefect, had been surrounded by a crowd of admirers. The Slytherin Quidditch team, basking in the glory of their recent victory, had flocked around him like moths to a flame. Claudia, a wide-eyed first-year filled with youthful infatuation, had watched from a distance, her heart aflutter with anticipation.

Summoning her courage, she approached him, her delicate footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor. In her hand, she clutched a folded piece of parchment, its edges slightly creased from her anxious grip. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only her and the enigmatic figure of Tom Riddle before her. Her heart raced, her palms grew clammy, but her determination propelled her forward.

"Hello, Tom Riddle!" she had exclaimed, her voice quivering yet filled with a resolute innocence that belied her tender age. The room fell silent, every eye fixed upon the brave young girl who dared to express her affections so openly.

"I am Claudia," she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush, like a cascade of pearls from a broken necklace. "I know that you and my brother, Allectus, are good friends, but I... I cannot help myself, Tom Riddle. My heart beats faster whenever you are near. I like you, Tom Riddle. I like you more than treacle tart, more than sugar, more than the finest chocolates from Honeydukes! I like you with every fiber of my being!"

The common room held its breath, the air pregnant with anticipation. Claudia's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, her doe-like eyes shining with a mixture of vulnerability and hope. Her innocent declaration of love hung in the air, as fragile and delicate as a butterfly's wings.

Tom Riddle, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, regarded her with a mixture of surprise and gentleness. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body, as if she had been touched by magic itself. His voice, like the soft whisper of the wind through the trees, was warm and reassuring. "Claudia, I must commend you for your sheer courage and honesty. Your feelings are not unappreciated, but I fear I cannot return them in the same manner. Please do not take this the wrong way. You possess incredible qualities that will undoubtedly captivate someone worthy of your love."

Though Claudia's heart sank at his words, she admired his response, understanding the truth in his gentle rejection. Tom had handled her confession with grace and compassion, preserving her dignity and shielding her from the potential ridicule of their peers.

"Thank you, Tom Riddle," she whispered, her voice filled with a bittersweet acceptance. "I appreciate your honesty and value our friendship above all else. Let us continue to support one another, as fellow Slytherins and as friends."

Tom's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting a fleeting glimpse of regret. "Claudia, you are a remarkable young witch. Never doubt your worth or the impact you can make in this world. Your bravery and resilience will take you far. Remember, love comes in many forms and at different times. The right person will appreciate the extraordinary person you are."

With those words, he gently released his hold on her shoulder, allowing her to retreat from the center of attention.

Claudia, now standing amidst the glamorous wedding celebration, smiled softly at the memory. How young and innocent she had been, captivated by Tom Riddle's allure even then. But time had passed, and Claudia understood that. She shook off the reverie, returning her attention to her teasing cousin and brother. "Oh, hush, you two!" Claudia replied with a playful pout. "That was ages ago, and we were but children. Let us focus on celebrating Allectus and Lucretia's joyous union tonight."

“Ah, Claudia, dear cousin, you never fail to provide us with delightful memories!” Abraxas chuckled, his bright blonde hair cascading around his face like a halo. He exchanged a knowing glance with Allectus, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

Allectus, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, added, "Indeed, Claudia, we must commend your courage. Confessing your undying affection for Tom Riddle in front of the entire Slytherin house! A moment that shall forever be etched in our memories."

Nott and Lestrange, who had been standing nearby, couldn't resist joining in on the teasing. Nott, his voice dripping with sarcasm, remarked, "Oh, Claudia, how fortunate we were to witness such a heartfelt declaration of love! I dare say it rivaled the most dramatic scenes in plays."

Lestrange, his eyes twinkling with amusement, interjected, "Indeed! I shall never forget the stunned silence that followed your confession. It was as if the very air held its breath in anticipation of Tom Riddle's response." Claudia, though initially taken aback by their teasing, soon found herself joining in the mirth. "Oh, do cease your mockery, my dear companions!" she playfully retorted.

As the bustling crowd began to simmer down, Claudia found herself seated beside her cousin, Abraxas. They exchanged warm smiles, their conversation a testament to the enduring bond shared between them.

"I've heard you're working with the Ministry of Wizarding Law Enforcement now!" Abraxas exclaimed, genuine pride gleaming in his eyes. He was delighted to see Claudia flourishing in her professional life, ascending the ranks of the magical world. Claudia's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, her modesty shining through despite her accomplishments.

"And I've heard you and your wife have been blessed with a pregnancy!" Claudia's voice rang out, her eyes sparkling with genuine joy. The news of their impending parenthood had reached her ears through the whispered gossip of high society, and she could not contain her excitement.

Abraxas, ever the astute conversationalist, skillfully redirected the topic, a playful glint in his eyes. "Ah, don't change the subject, dear cousin," he quipped, a sly smile playing upon his lips. "But yes, we have indeed been blessed with the gift of a child.”

Claudia's attention returned to the matter at hand, a graceful smile gracing her features. "Oh, it's nothing extraordinary," she replied, her voice a melodious blend of humility and pride. "Recently, I have been entrusted with a significant role in the Ministry, tasked with the creation and refinement of laws concerning magical artifacts.”

Abraxas nodded approvingly, acknowledging her accomplishments. "Ah, the intricate world of legislation and governance," he remarked, his voice laced with admiration. "I have always known that your intellect and tenacity would lead you to great heights.”

Before she could delve deeper into her recent ventures, she was interrupted by the familiar voice that had once stirred her soul. It was Tom Riddle, the enigmatic figure whose presence had ignited a flame within her young heart. His entrance, marked by an aura of charm and confidence, drew the attention of all who were fortunate enough to witness it.

"My, my, my... Claudia Rosier," he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of amusement and genuine admiration. "It has been far too long since our paths last crossed, and yet, in that time, you have accomplished so much. I must offer my sincerest congratulations."

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[homomenhommes]

In the heart of the Italian Alps, Castle Savoia emerges from the winter's grasp, a spectral masterpiece veiled in an ethereal cloak of snow. Those fortunate enough to have ventured within its storied walls in bygone eras found themselves transported to a realm where time itself seemed suspended.

Once traversed by the footsteps of nobility and adorned in the finery of Renaissance opulence, the castle now wears a different gown — a seamless robe of purest white. The echoes of past whispers and muffled laughter resonate through the snow-laden courtyards, a haunting testament to the regal gatherings that once graced these hallowed halls.

The turrets, now encrusted with glistening ice, stand as sentinels guarding the memories etched into the stone. As winter's icy fingers trace the outlines of history, Castle Savoia becomes a canvas for nostalgia. For those who once reveled in its chambers, the snow-laden landscape serves as both a bittersweet reminder and a silent invitation to revisit the cherished moments suspended in the dance of snowflakes.

As daylight wanes, the castle takes on an otherworldly glow, bathed in the soft luminescence of moonlight reflecting off the snow. Those who once marveled at its grandeur would find solace in knowing that their presence lingers in the frosty air, entwined with the castle's timeless allure. Castle Savoia, draped in the poetry of winter, remains a testament to the whispers of the past, inviting wanderers to unravel the threads of history beneath its snowy veil.

[tceesgamingworld]

Discover TCee's New World: The Save File - Sulani

Greetings, fellow Simmers! Today, we embark on a captivating journey through the enchanting realm of Sulani in my Family Playstyle Save File for The Sims 4.

Sulani, with its breathtaking island chain, beckons all with its azure oceans and amiable neighbors.

Our first destination is the serene Mua Pel'am. Nature reigns supreme here, from the lively volcano to the cascading waterfall and into the depths of the secluded cave. This remote retreat within the Sulani archipelago is a haven for nature enthusiasts. Key Point Beach offers a family-friendly haven embraced by crystalline waters. Caldera Camp, nestled at the foot of an active volcano, provides a cozy familial abode. Meanwhile, Admiral's Wreckage tells a mysterious tale of an old trawler transformed into a captivating underground dwelling.

Moving on, we arrive at Ohan'ali Town, once a quaint fishing hamlet nestled amidst tropical jungles and serene lagoon waters. Now, a vibrant hub within Sulani, it retains its strong sense of community and deep-rooted island traditions. Among its attractions are The Heart of Sulani Spa, Ohan'ali Beach, and The Sand Bar. Residences such as Lagoon Look, Kin-Ship, and Chieftain's Villa dot the landscape, embodying the island's essence.

Our final stop is the picturesque Lani St. Taz, a tropical paradise where ivory sands meet warm, vibrant waters. The lush jungle surroundings evoke a timeless island charm. Sandy Paws Beach welcomes furry companions, offering a family-friendly retreat. Homes like Reef Finery and Pier Perfection line the beachfront, while the opulent beachfront Sapphire Shores estate and the secluded Journey's End perch majestically, completing the island's allure.

#tcee's world #sims #sims 4 #sims4 #tceesworld #youtube #tceesnewworld #showusyoursims #showusyourbuilds #TCee's New World #Youtube

[lunaryrs]

🎵 cora and sienna

team / lorde

call all the ladies out, they're in their finery. a hundred jewels on throats, a hundred jewels between teeth. now bring my boys in, their skin in craters like the moon. the moon we love like a brother while he glows through the room. dancing around the lies we tell, dancing around big eyes as well. even the comatose, they don't dance and tell.

this one representing the entire friend group... i think they're so early lorde coded because they're so small town punk bitch royalty, skateboard wheels on cracked asphalt, slurpees in the parking lot, the gaggle of them with bruised knees and scuffed converse feeling on top of the world cuz their little hole-in-the-wall bar doesn't look too hard at their fake IDs when its otherwise dead on tuesday nights.

youth / troye sivan what if we run away? what if we left today? ... what if we start to drive? what if we close our eyes? what if we're speeding through red lights into paradise? 'cause we've no time for getting old, mortal bodies, timeless souls. cross your fingers, here we go. ... my youth is yours.

ummm why do i need ot explain this one just read the words. no i'm kidding i had a whole thought out thing for this one but i prioritized writing out other ones and then jake called me in the middle of doing that and i forgot about everything and this whole meme went to shit and here we are. but i know that you have a big brain and honestly? even if you didn't this one is pretty self explanatory.

16 / sadie jean

your old room, these walls look different. nothing's new, just days and distance. and i'm freaked out the more i realize it's gone now, but sometimes i want to be 16 at the park, parked in your dad's car. ... best friends, wanna get drunk in a backyard. so cool hanging out in the backyard. girl talk, talk about boys like it's business. mom's mad, gotta get home this instant. 16, bittersweet.

bram is only a baby and all but fuck that guy for coming between them like this............ i don't know i just picture cora in that little apartment with the baby reminiscing on the youth that she had/should still have rly and seeing her friendship w sienna at the center of it all. reflecting on the passing of time and all that's been lost and gained. they're still in each other's lives they'll just never have that version of themselves back and i think cora wishes she recognized how good those moments were when she was in them

"slut!" / taylor swift

flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard. clink clink, being this young is art. aquamarine moonlit swimming pool. what if all i need is you? ... adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows. love thorns all over this rose. ... but if i'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

my little lesbianism au... i love it because it conjures up images of like the neighborhood pools they'd hop the fence into, them attached by their pinkies floating side by side on tacky pool floats they got prior raiding walmart with full intent to trespass bc they knew someone was on vacation or whatever. i know i told you i never really had a reason for cora's general sense of discontent until i thought of this and everything kind of clicked. very clear on sienna being all she could ever need but hadn't considered it in the romantic sense and i couldn't unthink of it that way ever since. in terms again of the greater friend group given how a few of the guys treat mollie it's like ok... perhaps not the biggest leap to think there's some misogyny there, surely some criticism from the skeevier guys that would feel like yknow the hot girls in the friend group are obliged to them somehow (and of course being romantically involved w some of them already as well). so i like this idea that they have this sensual secret thing going on and just kind of weighing the pros and cons of being like fuck it lets abandon this charade

[refinedbuffoonery]

Flawless (10)

Con Artist AU. masterlist.

This ending of this chapter has existed since the very beginning. To those of you who have stuck around to read it: thank you and I love you. 

The painting mentioned in this chapter— “Woman-Ochre” by Willem de Kooning—is a real painting that had an exhibition dedicated to it in the Getty this summer. The story I tell about it is true; it was stolen from the U of A Museum of Art in 1985 and was recovered in 2017. The rest, of course, is fictional. 

*****

“Let’s do a job,” Riley announced over lunch, causing Leanna to choke on an oyster.  

They were at a Santa Monica seafood restaurant that overlooked the ocean and, since they’re both rich and could easily afford it, had gone all out on today’s lunch. They ordered a trio of appetizers—oysters on the half-shell, miniature uni tacos, and an off-menu surprise selected by the chef (an ex of Cage’s that the Five Eyes remained on good terms with)—and split a plate of caviar nachos. The tiny patio was packed with customers dressed in L.A. finery: well-made clothes that were a mix of trendy and timeless, paired with Rainbow flip flops and dark sunglasses. 

Things between her and Leanna had officially returned to as normal and not-weird as they were going to get, so all that was left was to entice Leanna to come back to the fun side. Leaning forward, Riley conspiratorially whispered, “Tonight.” 

Dropping the empty oyster shell onto her plate, Leanna hissed, “Are you crazy?” Her eyes widened and her head cocked slightly to the left—an expression that, after a decade of being on the receiving end of it, no longer fazed Riley. However, that didn’t make her judgmental stare any less annoying. 

“Stop looking at me like that. And also stop worrying. I already have the whole thing planned out.” She tossed back an oyster. 

Leanna muttered something that sounded like, “Good for you.” 

The job came to Riley, quite literally, in a dream. After hearing on the news last night that a da Vinci sketch had been stolen from the Getty Museum, Riley reached out to a few of her old contacts—contacts she met through Nikki—to see if they knew which of LA’s lowlifes pulled off the job. 

They did. 

Unfortunately for her, Riley happened to be well acquainted with this particular group of lowlifes, on both a professional and personal level, although she hadn’t spoken to any of them in years. And for good reason. 

The Getty job was pulled off by none other than the Coltons, a notorious take-no-shit crime family and Riley’s ex- potential in-laws. 

The only positive was that thanks to Mama Colton’s desperate attempt to recruit Riley to the family business, she knew exactly how they operated. Which meant she also knew how to con them into screwing up their own con. Riley left that part out of her explanation, but Leanna likely knew her train of thought anyway. 

“Ri, this isn’t a good idea.” Leanna chewed her lower lip—a nervous habit she broke years ago but had apparently returned. Her eyes flicked to each of the nearby tables, checking for eavesdroppers, but no one paid them any mind. Riley had already checked. 

Despite Leanna’s doubt, Riley refused to be deterred. “Sure it is. Listen. It’ll be easy. All we have to do is—” Leanna cut her off before she could explain her plan. 

“I’m not participating in this.” 

“Sure you are.” 

A measured sip of water. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m done with that life.” 

Disbelieving, Riley’s voice fell to a near whisper as she said, “But you came back.” 

“I came back for my friend. Not to be a criminal again.” 

“Sorry to inform you, your friend is a criminal,” Riley spat. She’d had enough of Leanna’s new holier-than-thou attitude. She was no less of a criminal than Riley. The only difference was that one of them had a rap sheet and the other a government paycheck. 

Leanna covered Riley’s hands with her own, and Riley stiffened. “You don’t have to be. You can leave, just like I did. Get a real job with a steady paycheck. Have health insurance and a retirement fund.” 

“I don’t need a retirement fund.” She didn’t bother to hide the bitterness in her voice. 

Rolling her eyes, Leanna pressed, “It’s about the principle of it all.” She squeezed Riley’s hands. “Let go, Ri.” 

Riley pulled away, folding her hands in her lap. “I can’t.” 

“Why.” It came out as more of a demand than a question. Leanna slurped down another oyster, her endlessly calm demeanor only pissing Riley off more. 

“I like what I do. I like living on this side of the law.” 

Leanna scoffed, “You’re an adrenaline junkie who likes attempting impossible things just to see if you can pull them off.” 

“And I can,” Riley said, gritting her teeth.  

“You got lucky.” 

“Last I checked, you’ve spent years benefitting from that luck.” When Leanna didn’t rise to the bait, Riley muttered, “Whatever.” 

Where did Leanna get off thinking she had any right to judge her? Her best friend of eleven years was no better than her, despite Leanna’s newfound superiority complex proclaiming otherwise. 

Just growing pains, Riley thought. We’ll get through this. 

But a petty argument wouldn’t sway Leanna. It never had, nor would it now. She would have to be strategic to convince Leanna to give up her 9 to 5. Riley resumed eating, pretending she didn’t feel like their friendship was fraying at the seams, and said, “Well, the offer stands if you change your mind.” 

“I won’t.” 

Riley let her have the last word, biting her tongue hard enough that it bled.

*****

Perched on top of a hill overlooking West L.A., the Getty Museum was a haven for tourists and locals alike—at least those willing to brave the 405 in order to get there. Since it was technically autumn—although it still felt like summer—the gardens were in a sad, but natural stage of half-brown, and smoke from a distant wildfire plumed on the horizon. It was far enough away that Riley wouldn’t have to worry about evacuating. 

Fires burning in the distance always led to fires burning at home. The stress of waiting for everything to go up in flames was a breeding ground for strife. 

Living in L.A. her whole life, the scent of wildfire smoke in the air set Riley on edge. It was a slow kind of anxiety—always waiting for the other shoe to drop, prepared for the worst-case scenario to become reality. She’d only been at risk of losing her home once, as a child, but after her fair share of evacuations, even the slightest risk brought her childhood fear back to the surface. 

She ducked into the museum quickly, not lingering in the gardens like she usually would, and the filtered air was a sweet relief. 

To avoid suspicion, Riley planned on doing a lap of at least two wings of the museum, one of which would include the scene of the crime. 

Ironically, one of the exhibits she passed featured a painting called “Woman-Ochre” that had been recently recovered after its theft in 1985. According to the plaque, it had been cut out of its frame; a man cut it out while a woman distracted museum security. Nikki probably knew more about it, including the identities of the thieves. 

The rest of the exhibit detailed the restoration process, which Riley didn’t care about. Instead, she studied the painting itself to figure out what made this one theft-worthy. Depicting a woman’s torso, it was mostly abstract except for the boobs, which were perfectly clear. Riley rolled her eyes and continued walking. 

She wound her way through the halls until she reached the area blocked-off with police tape, an empty space on the wall. 

She thought about sandpipers and the risks she was willing to take for a reward. After two years of being clean, it was no wonder Leanna’s threshold of acceptable risk was so much lower than before. It was no wonder she hesitated. But for Riley. . . those two years only made her risk tolerance higher, not lower. 

Automatically, Riley’s brain mapped the museum, cataloging potential ways in and out until she determined the most probable path the Coltons took to steal the sketch unseen. The LAPD had no leads on the thief, but Riley knew the Coltons’ style, and an immaculate job such as this was one only an elite few could pull off—a group that included both the Coltons and, until recently, the Five Eyes. 

Maybe Leanna had a point, but at the end of the day, this was Riley’s life. She couldn’t just give it up. She didn’t know anything else. 

She might’ve once, back when her teenage self discovered the power in hacking. She was good too, but all her attempts to get a job that would actually challenge her skills were ruined by doubting, sexist interviewers who saw a beautiful young woman and decided there was no way that face matched her resume. 

Her friends at the time—Kai and Peyton, also hackers—diverged; privileged Peyton landed a nice job with assistance from a little nepotism, and Kai broke the trio’s promise of being “the good guys” and became a black hat hacker. 

It was Riley who tried the longest, who kept applying to job after job, went to interview after interview, all with the same result: No. 

Not to say that was all for nothing, because it was walking home from yet another failed interview that Riley met Nikki. 

She stopped applying for jobs after that. 

Entering Nikki’s favorite wing, Riley continued to wander, fantasizing about how good it would feel when Billy Colton realized she ruined his perfect job.

*****

She texted Leanna. Offer: meet me at this address in an hour. We’ll intercept the Coltons before they can finish the job

Leanna replied immediately. Counteroffer: Meet me at your apartment in an hour, and I’ll help you get back on the right side of the law.

Riley didn’t respond. Leanna would come around eventually. She was sure of it.

*****

Nails drumming across glossy red paint, Riley sat on the sun-warmed hood of the truck, leaning back against the windshield, and waited. The truck was sleek. New. Well, it probably had thirty thousand miles on it by now, but the Coltons bought it to replace their previous gas guzzler right after she’d broken up with Billy, right before she’d gone to prison. 

The point was that Riley had never ridden in it, and thus it was new to her. 

It was parked in an average suburban parking lot, part of an average suburban strip mall which housed an average suburban bank. It was one of the national chains, with locations in cities big and small. Riley kept her money in a better one, but she could see the appeal for a family who never stayed too long in one place. 

When they weren’t thieving, however, the Coltons ran an art forging business out of their backwoods diner. While the diner certainly wasn’t as lucrative as their dealings in the art world, it had a most loyal customer base. 

There was a time when Riley was one of them. 

Now, however, she’d like nothing more than to take a chunk out of the Coltons’ profits, rather than contribute. 

Oversized purse slung over her shoulder, none other than Mama Colton herself exited the bank, her daughter Jesse in tow. Upon spotting Riley, her immaculate red manicure vanished as she momentarily clenched her fist around her purse strap. Good. That meant Riley caught her off-guard. 

Riley’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk. “Nice to see you again, Mama.” 

“Can’t say I share that sentiment,” Mama replied. Behind her, Jesse slowly reached for the gun Riley knew she had concealed beneath her leather jacket. She wouldn’t shoot—or even take aim—without an order from Mama. And while Mama likely still hated Riley, murder wasn’t her style. Riley was perfectly safe. 

Mama and Jesse walked all the way to the front of their truck, but Riley didn’t budge from her perch on the hood. Instead, her sneer only grew. 

“I’ve always wanted to do a job at the Getty,” Riley drawled, “but all that driving on the 405 never seems worth it.” 

“Funny,” Jesse replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Please.” Riley hopped down from the hood. The metal was starting to burn her skin through her black jeans. “I just came to see if you still stash stolen art beneath the backseat. A horrible idea, really. Anyone could break in and steal it. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?” 

But Mama didn’t balk at her thinly veiled threat. Worse, she laughed. 

“Bless your heart for looking out for us, but there’s nothing to worry about. The boys already fenced it.” Mama had a poker face that could fool God, but the victorious gleam in Jesse’s eyes made Riley inclined to believe Mama’s claim. 

Riley was too late. 

“Now,” Mama continued, “you best be running along. You’ve already screwed over one of my children, and there will be consequences if you come after my family again. Now kindly get away from my truck.” 

For the record, what happened between Riley and Billy was not her fault. 

Mama walked past Riley like she wasn’t even there, but Jesse shoulder-checked her—she learned that from her older brothers—and held up a middle finger behind her back. Mama couldn’t see the gesture, but Riley couldn’t miss it, and for a few horrible seconds she was right back in prison. Standing in the cafeteria, standing in the yard. Before she knew better. That move was the precursor to a beating, and she knew damn well that Jesse could brawl with the best and win. 

Once, there was a time when Riley was beloved by the Coltons, instead of hated. Once, she found herself as the lynchpin in some of the family’s most ambitious jobs. Once, Jesse even worshiped her as the older sister she’d always wanted. 

But breakups were between more than just the couple in question, and no matter the truth of the situation, family would always side with family, which means Billy would always have their full support and Riley would always be the villain of that story. 

Just another example of people who swore they cared, and then left. 

Riley watched them drive off, alone and empty-handed.

*****

She was thirty minutes late meeting Leanna back at her apartment. The key was barely out of the lock and she could already tell Leanna was pissed. She sat on one of the barstools, arms crossed and glaring hard enough to put a hole through Riley’s chest. 

“You’re late,” Leanna snapped. The old Leanna did appreciate punctuality. Riley supposed the scolding was warranted. Sort of. 

“Hello to you too.” Riley dropped her keys on the counter. Poured herself a drink of water. 

For a moment, the only sound was the clinking of the ice in her glass. 

“You went after the Coltons, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question. 

Refusing to give her the instant satisfaction of being right, Riley opened the fridge in search of a snack. She did a double take. Leanna had reorganized the whole thing, throwing out old leftovers and labeling everything else. It was immaculate. Nothing was where Riley had put it. Bristling, Riley challenged, “So what if I did?” 

“It was a bust, wasn’t it?” 

Damn her, for knowing. For figuring it out. Damn her. Damn her. Damn her. 

“Who was there?” 

Rapidly losing her appetite, Riley closed the fridge without taking anything out. She answered, “Mama and Jesse.” 

“Describe their body language.” 

“Jesse looked entirely too pleased with herself, but that’s normal for her.” 

“And Mama?” 

“If Mama Colton lied, we’d never know. She’s too good. You said so yourself years ago.” 

Leanna persisted anyway. “That was before I became a trained interrogator for the CIA. Now tell me exactly what she did. No detail is too small.” 

The reminder of Leanna’s new job stung. Especially after Riley had done such a good job not thinking about it. But even she had to admit Leanna’s new skills could come in handy. 

Closing her eyes, Riley replayed her exchange with the Coltons. “She was holding her purse with one hand. Relaxed posture. She put her free hand in her pocket when she was done speaking.” 

“She lied.” 

“What?” Riley’s eyes snapped open. “How the hell do you know?” 

“The oddly-timed gesture,” Leanna explained. “If she were telling the truth, she would’ve put her hand in her pocket before or while speaking, not after. Liars tend to have delayed hand gestures.” 

“Damn, okay,” Riley said, impressed, but that feeling quickly melted into annoyance at being lied to. Thinking out loud, she said with increasing speed, “We can still salvage this. Even if they’ve already fenced it, I know what dealer they sold it to—they always use the same one—and we can convince him the Coltons sold him a fake. He’ll believe it too, since Frank and Billy run that forgery business on the side. It’s—” 

“Riley, I don’t think—”

“—not that hard. Nikki and I have done it before and—” 

“Riley!” Leanna yelled. 

“What?” Riley yelled back. 

They mirrored each other now, standing on opposite sides of the counter, arms crossed. Both used to the other listening when they spoke, not whatever the hell this was. 

“For the last time, I’m not doing a job with you. Stop fucking assuming I’ll change my mind.” 

It was her most blatant rejection yet, and it hit like a punch to the throat. Gasping for air, Riley scrambled to figure out why. This wasn’t like Leanna. This wasn’t who she was. 

“I’m CIA. I can’t do shit like this anymore.” 

“You’re a wanted criminal in seventeen countries,” Riley reminded her. “For grand theft.” 

“I’m a wanted criminal in twenty-four countries,” Leanna corrected. Riley raised her brows. “You didn’t think I had a desk job, did you?” 

Riley snorted. “You’re not the type.” 

Finally, Leanna uncrossed her arms. “I’m serious though. I don’t do that stuff anymore. And maybe you shouldn’t either.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re a criminal, Riley! And since you clearly didn’t learn anything in prison, maybe you need to go back.” 

Riley couldn’t believe what she was hearing. And after what she’d done. . . “What the fuck is wrong with you? I went to prison to save your ass! And Nikki’s! You know damn well it could’ve just as easily been you in there instead of me.” 

“And I’m sorry that happened to you. What I’m trying to say is that I learned from that situation, and I had hoped you did too.” 

“What,” Riley snarled. “What was I supposed to learn?” 

“That what we did was wrong!” Leanna’s voice cracked. “God, Riley. Are you that blind? We’ve been awfully lucky for a lot of years. It was only a matter of time before that luck dried up and we were worse off than when we started. We can’t be criminals forever.” 

Riley laughed, but there was no humor in it. “We can’t be criminals, so you decided to become a professional liar instead? No wonder your boyfriend dumped you.” 

“I don’t blame him for not wanting to go through all the lies again.” Leanna clamped her hand over her mouth, but that only made Riley’s mind lock onto that last word even more. 

Again. 

“What do you mean, again?” Tears started to fray the edges of her accusatory tone, and Riley fought to hold them back. 

“Nothing.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“Forget I said it.” 

“Not likely. Start talking.” 

“Fine.” Leanna sighed. “I knew it was only a matter of time before Bozer got suspicious, but it’s not like I could confirm or deny anything. I could get in huge trouble for just the little I’ve told you. But it kept getting harder as my assignments got longer and more frequent, and then he figured it out about Mac, and—”

Mac. 

Mac. 

Nikki’s Mac. 

Nikki’s Mac who was a spy. A spy who lived right here in L.A. 

“You work with Nikki’s ex-boyfriend?” The pieces didn’t add up. 

“Different agencies. I met him through Nikki, but sometimes our work paths cross, yes.” 

“And how does your boyfriend know him?” Leanna winced at the word ‘boyfriend,’ but Riley didn’t give a shit how she felt anymore. 

“They grew up together. Been friends most of their lives. They still live together.” 

Riley took a step back. And another. And another until she backed right into the cabinets. 

“I cut ties with everyone when Mac was reintroduced to me as a spy. He’s a smart guy. I knew Nikki wouldn’t be able to fool him forever, and I wasn’t about to risk my new life by associating with all of you.” 

Reeling, Riley gripped the counter for support as the world rocked under her feet. Leanna didn’t just leave. She left because the Five Eyes were no longer advantageous to her. That selfish bitch. 

She knew Mac. She abandoned her best friends because of Mac. 

Mac. 

Mac, who was at the Louvre that night. Mac, who nearly ruined the heist of Riley’s dreams. 

The heist, which Leanna knew about. Because Riley told her. Standing on the porch of her boyfriend’s house, which was also Mac’s house. 

How was Paris? Leanna had asked. 

Leanna knew perfectly well how Paris went because she fucking set them up. 

“How could you?” Riley screamed. There was no stopping the tears now, and they ran down her face in steady streams, blurring her vision. “After everything we’ve been through together, how could you do that to me? To us?”

“I did it to save you.” 

“From what? Because clearly it wasn’t from going back to prison.” 

“From yourself! You could do anything with your life, be anyone, yet this is what you choose? Riley, as a thief you will never be able to stop running. Never be able to live an honest life.” 

“An honest life. That’s rich coming from you.” 

“At least I can be proud of what I do now. I don’t have to live with that sinking feeling after a job anymore. You know, when the adrenaline has finally worn off and you have to face the fact that what we did was wrong. I hate that feeling.” 

“It doesn’t bother me.” In truth, Riley didn’t experience the guilt at all anymore. She hadn’t in years. 

“I’d hoped prison would change that. Change you.” 

“Well it did fucking change me. Just not the way you wanted it to, apparently.” 

“It’s still not too late to help yourself.” 

“Go to hell.” 

Leanna stared. Riley stared back. 

A decade of friendship lay between them, dead. 

Hammering the final nail into the coffin, Riley growled, “Get the fuck out of my house.” Leanna flinched. “And stay out of my life while you’re at it.” 

Shaking with hurt and anger and betrayal, Riley could do nothing but watch as Leanna calmly packed up her stuff. Then she fished around in her bag for something small—Riley couldn’t tell what it was—and approached the kitchen counter once more. 

“This belongs to you,” Leanna said, dropping her copy of Riley’s apartment key onto the granite. 

When she let herself out, the door softly clicked closed behind her. 

Since the Louvre, Riley had been balancing on a knife’s edge. She could go forward or backward, but either way she’d end up sliced and bloody. So she kept to the straight and narrow, just like she promised her parole officer. She kept moving forward. Better to hurt herself in the future than do it while dwelling in the past. 

But if this was where the future led, it fucking sucked. 

Betrayal, on both ends of the line. 

Even standing still, the knife’s edge cut deeper into her feet. She felt the sting, felt the metaphorical blood slicking the metaphorical blade. 

To her side was the abyss. To her side was no knife at all. No moving forward or backward, but no pain either. 

Jump, the voice said. It’ll be easier. 

For once, Riley didn’t question it. She simply let herself 

fall.

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[deltonhayesjewelry]

Timeless Services: Finding the Best Watch Repair Store Near Me and Gold Stores Nearby

Introduction:

In the bustling rhythm of life, watches stand as faithful companions, ticking away moments both big and small. Yet, when these companions falter, where can one turn? This blog unveils the journey to finding the perfect watch repair store nearby, while also exploring the allure of nearby gold stores.

Subheading 1: The Quest for Precision: How to Locate the Ideal Watch Repair Store Near Me

In the digital age, convenience reigns supreme. When faced with a malfunctioning timepiece, the search for a reliable watch repair store begins online. Here are some steps to ensure a fruitful quest:

Utilize Local Directories: Websites like Yelp or Google My Business are treasure troves of local businesses, including watch repair stores. Simply input "watch repair store near me" into the search bar, and a plethora of options will emerge.

Check Reviews and Ratings: Once a list is compiled, delve into customer reviews and ratings. Look for establishments with consistently positive feedback, indicating reliability and quality service.

Verify Expertise: A reputable watch repair store should boast experienced technicians with a profound understanding of various watch mechanisms. Look for certifications or affiliations with renowned watch brands.

Inquire About Turnaround Time: Time is of the essence when it comes to watch repairs. Ensure that the chosen store offers reasonable turnaround times without compromising on quality.

Visit the Store: For a hands-on assessment, consider visiting the watch repair store in person. Gauge the professionalism of staff, cleanliness of the premises, and overall ambiance.

Subheading 2: Gilded Treasures: Exploring Nearby Gold Stores

While on the quest for watch repairs, why not indulge in another timeless pursuit—acquiring gold? Here's how to discover the best gold stores nearby:

Expand Your Search: Many establishments specialize in both watch repairs and gold sales. Broaden your search parameters to include "gold store near me" to uncover these hidden gems.

Evaluate Product Selection: A reputable gold store should offer a diverse range of products, from traditional jewelry pieces to investment-grade bullion. Variety signifies credibility and caters to different tastes and budgets.

Assess Customer Service: Beyond the glittering displays, prioritize exceptional customer service. Friendly and knowledgeable staff can guide you through the purchasing process, offering valuable insights and recommendations.

Verify Authenticity: When purchasing gold, authenticity is paramount. Inquire about certifications and guarantees, ensuring that each piece meets industry standards.

Consider Additional Services: Some gold stores offer services beyond mere sales, such as custom jewelry design or gold recycling. Explore these offerings for a comprehensive shopping experience.

Conclusion:

In the digital age, the search for essential services like watch repairs and gold stores has never been easier. By leveraging online resources, scrutinizing reviews, and conducting thorough evaluations, one can uncover hidden gems just a stone's throw away. So, whether it's restoring a cherished timepiece or adorning oneself with gilded finery, the journey begins with a simple search: "watch repair store near me" and "gold store near me".

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Exploring the Rich Heritage of a Rajput Shaadi

In the heartlands of India, where the sands of history shift with the winds of time, lies a culture steeped in tradition, valour, and honour. Rajputana, the land of the Rajputs, exudes a regal aura that captivates the imagination, and nowhere is this more evident than in the grand celebrations of a Rajput wedding, known as a "Rajput Shaadi."

A Rajput Shaadi is not just a union of two individuals but a celebration of lineage, heritage, and age-old customs. From the majestic forts of Rajasthan to the palatial mansions of Gujarat, these weddings unfold like a chapter from a royal saga, weaving together the tapestry of tradition with contemporary elegance.

One of the most striking aspects of a Rajput Shaadi is its adherence to age-old rituals, passed down through generations. These rituals symbolize the sanctity of the union and pay homage to the ancestors who have paved the way. From the auspicious "Muhurat" to the elaborate "Pithi Dastoor," each ceremony is meticulously planned and executed, infusing the festivities with a sense of reverence and splendour.

The attire worn during a Rajput Shaadi is another reflection of the rich heritage that defines this occasion. The groom, resplendent in a traditional "Sherwani" or "Achkan," adorned with intricate embroidery and embellishments, embodies the grace and dignity of a Rajput prince. The bride, dressed in a vibrant "Lehenga" or "Saree," bedecked with jewels and finery, exudes the timeless beauty of a Rajput princess.

Music and dance are integral parts of the celebration, adding rhythm and joy to the proceedings. The sound of traditional instruments like the "Shehnai" and the "Dhol" reverberates through the air, while folk dancers regale the guests with their mesmerizing performances. These cultural expressions not only entertain but also serve as a reminder of the rich artistic heritage that thrives in the land of the Rajputs.

Feasting occupies a central place in a Rajput Shaadi, with elaborate spreads that showcase the culinary diversity of the region. From traditional Rajasthani delicacies like "Dal Bati Churma" to Gujarati specialities like "Dhokla" and "Undhiyu," every dish tells a story of culinary craftsmanship passed down through generations. The feast is not just a gastronomic experience but a celebration of abundance and hospitality, reflecting the generosity and warmth of Rajput culture.

However, amidst the grandeur and opulence, a Rajput Shaadi is also a deeply personal affair, characterized by moments of intimacy and emotion. Family bonds are strengthened, friendships are renewed, and new alliances are forged, all against the backdrop of a shared heritage that binds everyone together.

In essence, a Rajput Shaadi is more than just a wedding; it is a celebration of identity, tradition, and community. It is a testament to the enduring legacy of the Rajputs, who continue to inspire awe and admiration with their valour and nobility. And as the echoes of the festivities fade away, they leave behind memories that are as timeless and enduring as the culture they represent.

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Festive Fashion Fusion: Look Your Best in Designer Salwar Suits for Ugadi & EiD!!

Introduction:

Ugadi and Eid, festivals that herald new beginnings, call for ethnic outfits that reflect the joy and optimism of the season. While Sarees are a popular choice, designer Salwar Kameez sets offer a perfect blend of tradition and contemporary style. This blog explores the latest trends in designer Salwar suits, helping you find the ideal ensemble to celebrate Ugadi and Eid in style.

Specialties of Ugadi & Eid: Salwar Kameez

While the above styles are versatile, some special touches can elevate your Ugadi or Eid Salwar Kameez:

Ugadi: Often associated with new beginnings and spring, Ugadi celebrations favor bright and cheerful colors. Opt for hues like yellow, orange, green, and pink, or choose vibrant floral prints.

Eid: Eid is typically associated with elegance and sophistication. Opt for rich colors like emerald green, royal blue, or deep purple. Gold or silver embellishments add a touch of grandeur. Both Ugadi and Eid celebrations can incorporate pastel shades for a more subdued yet festive look.

“Festive finery isn’t just about what you wear, it’s about the joy and comfort you carry within.” — Samyakk

Why Choose Designer Salwar Kameez for Ugadi & Eid?

There are several reasons to choose designer Salwar Kameez for Ugadi and Eid:

Comfort and Style: Salwar Kameez sets offer a comfortable and stylish alternative to Sarees. They allow for ease of movement, making them ideal for participating in festive activities.

Versatility: The variety of styles and fabrics available caters to different preferences. You can find a Salwar Kameez that suits your body type and personal style.

Cultural Significance: The Salwar Kameez is a traditional Indian outfit, making it a fitting choice for celebrating cultural festivals like Ugadi and Eid.

Symbolic Colors: The colors and embellishments you choose can hold symbolic meaning. For example, bright colors in Ugadi represent a hopeful new year, while rich colors in Eid signify prosperity.

Designer Salwar Kameez sets elevate the classic silhouette with exquisite craftsmanship, modern design elements, and luxurious fabrics. Here’s what makes them a compelling choice for Ugadi and Eid:

Finest Craftsmanship: These sets showcase intricate embroidery techniques like zardosi, chikankari, aari work, and mukaish. Delicate embellishments with pearls, beads, sequins, and gota patti add a touch of grandeur.

Modern Designs: Traditional silhouettes get a refresh with contemporary cuts, drapes, and asymmetrical hemlines. Experiment with capes, jackets, or layered kurtas for a unique look.

Luxurious Fabrics: Feel the opulence of fabrics like silk, georgette, Banarasi brocade, and Chanderi. These fabrics drape beautifully and create a rich and sophisticated aura.

Ugadi endare yugaada aadhi. Ee habbada sandarbhadalli hale varshada dukkhagala manethu hosha bharaseneyinda mundina dinagalannu swagatisoņa.

Elevate Your Ethnic Wardrobe: Exploring Salwar Kameez Styles

Are you ready to add a touch of elegance and grace to your wardrobe? Look no further than the timeless allure of Designer Salwar Kameez. This traditional Indian attire has evolved over the years, offering a plethora of options to suit every occasion and style preference.

Embroidered Salwar Kameez are perfect for those who appreciate intricate craftsmanship. Whether it’s delicate thread work or dazzling embellishments, these outfits are sure to make a statement wherever you go. Pair them with matching accessories for a truly captivating look.

For a more laid-back vibe, consider investing in Cotton Salwar Kameez. Breathable and lightweight, these ensembles are ideal for casual outings and everyday wear. Their understated elegance will keep you comfortable yet stylish throughout the day.

If you’re in the mood for something traditional yet trendy, why not opt for a Patiala Salwar Kameez? With their distinctive pleats and voluminous silhouette, Patiala suits exude charm and sophistication. Team them up with jhumkas and juttis for a touch of ethnic flair.

For a sleek and sophisticated look, turn to Churidar Salwar Kameez. These form-fitting ensembles elongate the silhouette, making them a favorite choice among fashionistas. Whether it’s a formal gathering or a festive occasion, you’re bound to turn heads in a well-tailored churidar suit.

Make a grand entrance in an Anarkali Salwar Kameez. With their floor-length flare and regal appeal, Anarkali suits are a timeless classic. Perfect for weddings and special events, these outfits exude grace and elegance like no other.

Indulge in luxury with Silk Salwar Kameez. Known for their rich texture and vibrant hues, silk suits are a symbol of opulence and refinement. Whether you prefer traditional motifs or contemporary designs, there’s a silk ensemble to suit every taste.

For a playful twist, opt for Printed Salwar Kameez. From floral motifs to geometric patterns, printed suits offer endless possibilities for experimentation. Pair them with solid-colored dupattas for a balanced look that’s both chic and sophisticated.

Planning a night out on the town? Look your glamorous best in Georgette Salwar Kameez. Lightweight and flowy, georgette suits offer effortless elegance with a modern twist. Add statement jewelry and a bold lip color to complete your party-ready ensemble.

When it comes to Party Wear Salwar Kameez, the options are truly endless. From sequin embellishments to intricate lace detailing, these outfits are designed to make you the center of attention. Get ready to dance the night away in style!

For those days when you want to keep it simple yet stylish, nothing beats a Casual Salwar Kameez. With their relaxed silhouette and minimalistic charm, these outfits are perfect for running errands or meeting friends for coffee. Pair them with kolhapuri chappals for a bohemian vibe.

Embrace your cultural roots with Traditional Salwar Kameez. Whether it’s a classic Punjabi suit or a regal Rajasthani ensemble, traditional outfits never fail to make a statement. Celebrate your heritage in style with these timeless creations.

Stay ahead of the fashion curve with Stylish Salwar Kameez. From asymmetrical hemlines to cape-style tops, these contemporary designs are perfect for the modern fashionista. Experiment with different silhouettes and embellishments to create a look that’s uniquely yours.

Eager to stay on top of the latest trends? Keep an eye out for Latest Salwar Kameez Designs. From runway-inspired looks to celebrity favorites, these designs are guaranteed to keep you ahead of the curve. Update your wardrobe with the season’s hottest styles and make a fashion statement wherever you go.

Beyond Season and Hues: Choosing Your Perfect Outfit

While season and hues play a role, consider other factors when selecting your designer Salwar Kameez:

Time of Day: For a day event, opt for lighter fabrics and pastel colors. For an evening celebration, choose richer fabrics and bolder colors.

Personal Style: Do you prefer a traditional or contemporary look? Do you like intricate embellishments or a more minimalist aesthetic? Choose a Salwar Kameez that reflects your personal style.

“On this joyous occasion of Eid, let us forgive and forget, and start afresh with love and compassion in our hearts.”

Now let’s know about different Salwar Kameez offering in Samyakk

The beauty of designer Salwar Kameez lies in its variety. Here are some popular styles perfect for Ugadi and Eid:

1. Anarkali Suits: These flowing trendy Anarkali Suits with a fitted bodice and a kalidar skirt are timeless classics. Opt for rich fabrics with intricate embroidery or delicate lacework for a festive look.

2. Sharara Suits: Embrace royalty with a sharara suit. The sharara pants, featuring a wide, pleated leg from the knee down, create a dramatic silhouette. Pair them with a short or long kurta for a statement look. Women now a days during Summer festive time, choose this “Latest Sharara Suits” most often.

3. Palazzo Suits: For a touch of grandeur, consider a palazzo-style Salwar Kameez. These sets feature wide leg paired pant with a shorter kurta and a dupatta. Opt for lighter fabrics like georgette or Chanderi for a more comfortable and breezy look.

4. Straight-Cut Suits: For a more understated yet elegant look, explore straight-cut Salwar Kameez sets. These suits feature a straight kurta paired with fitted Salwar pants. Choose sets with embellished necklines, borders, or sleeves for a festive touch.

5. Crop Top Suits: A modern twist on the Latest Ethnic Salwar Kameez, pant suits offer a chic and contemporary look. Pair a beautifully embroidered or printed crop top with straight cut pants, palazzo pants and sharara pants for a stylish and comfortable outfit.

Looking to make a style statement at your next event? Look no further than Indian Salwar Kameez from Samyakk.com, your premier destination for exquisite ethnic wear. Whether it’s a wedding celebration or a festive gathering, Samyakk.com has the perfect ensemble for you.

Step into the spotlight with our stunning collection of Party Wear Salwar Kameez. From elegant embellishments to intricate embroidery, each outfit is meticulously crafted to ensure you stand out from the crowd. With a wide range of colors and designs to choose from, you’re sure to find the perfect attire to suit your personal style.

For those special moments that require a touch of elegance and grace, explore our selection of Salwar Kameez for weddings. Whether you’re a bride-to-be or a guest, our exquisite designs are sure to make you feel like royalty on your big day. With luxurious fabrics and intricate detailing, our wedding collection is designed to make your dreams come true.

Experience the convenience of shopping for Indian Salwar Kameez online with Samyakk Online Boutique Store. Our user-friendly interface and secure payment options ensure a seamless shopping experience from the comfort of your own home. With worldwide shipping and hassle-free returns, you can shop with confidence knowing that your satisfaction is our top priority.

Conclusion

Embrace the spirit of new beginnings with a designer Salwar Kameez that reflects your individuality and celebrates the joy of Ugadi and Eid!

Find your perfect ensemble online at Samyakk.com, where our extensive collection awaits. We offer a curated selection of designer Salwar Kameez sets, ensuring you discover the ideal ethnic festive outfit to make a lasting impression. Browse our user-friendly website and enjoy a seamless shopping experience.

For those who prefer a more tactile experience, visit our physical store in Bangalore! Our welcoming staff is ready to assist you in finding the perfect Salwar Kameez set. Immerse yourself in the vibrant collection and discover the exquisite craftsmanship firsthand. 

Visit us today at “Samyakk №24, D’Souza Circle, Richmond Rd, Bengaluru, Karnataka 560047” and step into a world of elegance for Ugadi and Eid.

FAQ

Q: Are designer Salwar Kameez too expensive for Ugadi and Eid?

A: While designer Salwar Kameez can range in price, there are options to suit most budgets. Samyakk.com offers a curated selection at various price points, ensuring you find the perfect outfit without breaking the bank.

Q: What’s the difference between Ugadi and Eid Salwar Kameez?

A: While there’s a wide variety across both festivals, Ugadi often leans towards brighter, cheerful colors like yellow or green, reflecting spring and new beginnings. Eid tends to favor richer colors like emerald green or royal blue, symbolizing elegance and prosperity. Both festivals can incorporate pastels for a more subdued look.

Q: I’m petite. Can I still wear a designer Salwar Kameez?

A: Absolutely! Certain styles like straight-cut Kameez with well-fitted pants can elongate your silhouette. When shopping online at Samyakk.com, use the filter options to find petite-friendly designer Salwar Kameez sets.

Q: Can I wear my designer Salwar Kameez again after Ugadi or Eid?

A: Definitely! The beauty of designer Salwar Kameez lies in their versatility. Choose a timeless style and neutral colors for outfits you can wear for future occasions. Opt for classic embroidery or prints that transcend seasonal trends.

Q: I don’t live in Bangalore. Can I still shop for designer Salwar Kameez at Samyakk?

A: Yes! Samyakk.com offers a user-friendly website where you can browse the entire designer Salwar Kameez collection. Enjoy a seamless shopping experience and get your outfit delivered right to your doorstep.

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Use Egyptian Home Linens to Elevate Your Bedroom Décor

Bedding accessories are one of the aspects in home décor that may change a space more than others. The appropriate bedskirt and sheets may make all the difference in your bedroom, from improving the appearance to guaranteeing maximum comfort. Egyptian Home Linens has the highest caliber bedding products that fit perfectly if you’re in the market for them. Known for their exquisite workmanship and meticulous attention to detail, Egyptian Home Linens provides a selection of bedding basics that are intended to improve the appearance and comfort of your bedroom.

22-Inch Drop Bedskirt: Finding the Ideal Fit

Your bedding outfit is completed with a bedskirt, which hides the area beneath the bed and gives it a professional appearance. It can be difficult to choose the appropriate bedskirt, though, especially if your bed is very tall. The 22-inch Drop Bedskirt from Egyptian Home Linens comes in handy in this situation.

The 22-inch drop bedskirt from Egyptian Home Linens is expertly designed to fit deeper mattresses and flows smoothly to the floor, giving the impression of being customized and seamless. These bedskirts are made of high-quality materials that are long-lasting, easy to keep, and long-lasting. The bedskirt from Egyptian Home Linens offers both design and use, whether you’re trying to hide storage space or just make your bed appear better.

Enjoy the Finery of 22-Inch Deep Pocket Sheets.

Nothing enhances comfort more than a well-fitting sheet, and the ideal bedding is the first step towards a restful night’s sleep. Egyptian Home Linens’ 22-inch deep pocket sheets are the answer you’ve been looking for if you battle with sheets that are either too loose or don’t fit the size of your mattress.

These deep pocket sheets guarantee a tight and stable fit that remains in place all night long because they are designed to fit mattresses with substantial depths. Egyptian Home Linens’ deep pocket sheets are the ideal fusion of fashion, comfort, and usefulness, complementing both opulent memory foam beds and pillows with velvety pillowtop mattresses. These sheets provide an opulent resting experience that you’ll look forward to every night because they’re made of superior Egyptian cotton, which is known for its softness and durability.

Why Opt for Egyptian Bedding for Your Home?

When it comes to key bedding items, quality is critical. Egyptian Home Linens creates each product with great care to surpass your expectations because they recognize the value of excellent craftsmanship and attention to detail. Egyptian Home Linens distinguishes itself in the crowded bedding accessory industry for the following reasons:

Superior Materials: Egyptian Home Linens sources only the best materials to guarantee the highest quality in their goods. Everything is expertly constructed, from Egyptian cotton to the finest craftsmanship.

Guaranteed Perfect Fit: Bid adieu to misshapen bedskirts and linens. The goods from Egyptian Home Linens are designed to fit perfectly, giving your bedding the perfect appearance and texture.

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Timeless Elegance: Egyptian Home Linens provides an array of styles to accommodate every preference, be it bright patterns or traditional neutrals. Their classic elegance and chic style will elevate the look of your bedroom.

Customer satisfaction: At Egyptian Home Linens, we take great pride in offering outstanding customer service to make sure your shopping trip is seamless and pleasurable from beginning to end.

Make Over Your Bedroom Right Now

In conclusion, Egyptian Home Linens stands out as a pioneer in the bedding accessory industry thanks to their dedication to quality, craftsmanship, and client happiness. Egyptian Home Linens has everything you need, both literally and figuratively, from deep pocket sheets to a 22-inch drop bedskirt. With Egyptian Home Linens, you may experience the height of elegance and luxury and turn your bedroom into a comfortable and sophisticated retreat.

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Harmonious Echoes: The Fiancé's Letter by the Harp

In an era where digital art is revolutionizing creative expression, we're proud to introduce "Harmonious Echoes: The Fiancé's Letter by the Harp," a masterpiece that fuses historical romance with modern AI artistry. This artwork, with delicate watermarks embedded to protect its integrity, is a declaration of love from the bygone Rococo period brought to life by the collaborative efforts of Dee, the artist, and Zoey, the AI.

The piece captures a timeless moment – a woman, draped in Rococo finery, reads a letter from her fiancé with a mixture of joy and reserved tenderness. The harp beside her is not just an instrument but a symbolic companion that echoes the harmonious union between the lovers.

Before it becomes available for purchase on Redbubble, we're showcasing this gem on Tumblr, inviting the world to witness the synergy between human creativity and artificial intelligence.

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Asian Antiques: A Chronicle of Cultural Heritage

Asia is an incredible treasure trove of old civilizations, diverse societies, and rich stories, as seen in its dazzling collection of antiques. From beautiful ceramics to exquisite wood engravings, Asian antiques provide an insight into the region's religious, artistic and societal development throughout millennia. These objects are not just used as decorative objects but also serve as vital sources of information about the past and preserve cultural oral histories and traditions for future generations.

Exploring Asian Antiques

The attraction of Asian antiques is in their artistry, symbolic meaning, as well as their historical significance. China is a millennia-old civilization and has a huge selection of antiques, ranging in price from Tang Dynasty pottery to Ming Dynasty furniture. The intricate strokes that are characteristic of Chinese porcelain, decorated with vivid motifs and symbols of auspiciousness, showcase the country's artistic talents and rich cultural heritage.

The Japanese traditions of handicraft are displayed through exquisite tea ceremony utensils, samurai swords, and exquisitely lacquered furniture. Every piece tells a tale of the art of making that has been passed down through generations, expressing the philosophy of wabi-sabi, which is finding beauty in imperfections and the impermanence of things.

Within South Asia, the abundant beauty of Indian antiques is captivating by its intricate carvings, colourful textiles, and spiritual iconography. From the stunning carvings and sculptures of Hindu gods and goddesses all the way to intricate jewellery of maharajas, Indian antiques display the richness of India's mythology as well as religion and majestic splendour.

Southeast Asia, with its rich cultural diversity, is the diversity of influences that range from Hindu-Buddhist monarchies to Islamic Sultanates. Thai antiques, distinguished by their elegant designs and intricate details, exemplify the nation's deep respect for Buddhism and the monarchy. The intricate designs of Indonesian as well as Cambodian antiques testify to the beauty of the region's architecture and enthusiasm for religion.

Preserving Cultural Legacy

While antiques are of immense historical and aesthetic worth, they are also subject to dangers from theft, illegal trade as well as the degradation of the environment. The illegal trade in cultural artefacts does not just deprive people of their cultural heritage but also serves vital ties to their history. In recognition of the importance of protecting the cultural heritage of their countries, governments and other organisations across Asia are progressively implementing strategies to protect their treasures by enforcing stricter regulations as well as international collaborations and campaigning to raise awareness.

Bidsquare: Where Grace and Elegance Meet

In the vast array of auctions on the internet, Bidsquare stands out as an auction platform that does not offer only luxury items but also an exquisite selection of items that ooze elegance and grace. One of the collections that exemplifies this philosophy can be found in the Elsa Peretti Belt Collection.

Elsa Peretti, renowned for her iconic designs for Tiffany & Co., changed the fashion world through her simple yet elegant design. Her Elsa Peretti Belt Series, which is featured on Bidsquare, shows her expertise in blending function and form to create timeless pieces that radiate elegant elegance.

Constructed with the highest quality materials and embellished with delicate ornaments, every belt from the collection is an art piece that transcends fashions and seasons. It doesn't matter if it's the elegant lines of the sterling silver belt or the soft look of a crocodile leather belt; every element shows the dedication of Peretti to high-end craftsmanship and finery.

Bidsquare's dedication to curating unique collections means that both enthusiasts as well as collectors alike will be able to find and purchase pieces that will enhance their style but also withstand the test of time. With its streamlined online platform and well-curated auctions, Bidsquare provides a way to a world where elegance and class meet in the form of stunning objects as well as timeless styles.

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