Coronation robes for a Viscount and Viscountess, first half 20th century,
Worn by Edward Knollys (who was Governor General of Bermuda during the second World War) and his wife Margaret née Coats. Both sets were worn to the 1952 coronation, but the Viscount’s robe could be earlier and worn at the 1911 and 1937 coronations.
Peter Jones cotton velvet kirtle with silver brocade waist-strap with detachable train, white fur trim; the Peer’s robe by Northam of silk velvet and ermine, lined in taffeta; with two matching plated coronets.
“I can not emphasize how incredibly hot and attractive both Alter Saber and Jeanne are, gosh those outfits are just too good to be true. 10/10 would join the dark side. They can step on me any time they want.
Characters: Alter Saber & Alter Jeanne/Ruler 💗💗💗💗💗
how many of you other hunties n huntresses were G A G G E D when you were a little bittie just watching cartoon network during christmas time and Grandma Got Run Over by A Reindeer came on? Cousin Mel really was THAT BITCH! Grinch who? Scrooge WHO? Cousin Mel was serving looks on looks on looks while trying to take down grandma and destroy christmas! like her fit is so iconic. that Harry Winston necklace paired with the signature Hermes white scarf and a cropped Gucci blouse? like who is this bitch? and don’t even get me STARTED on that vintage YSL blue coat with real mink blue fur trim on the collar and cuffs? like when will your fav? Miss Mel is a legend and that’s that on THAT!
Our absolutely amazing pal and fellow smutketeer @peetabreadgirl has a birthday on February 23rd. @xerxia31 and I were wondering if you'd be willing to accept a submission from us in her honoUr?
Happy Birthday @peetabreadgirl! By special request, Here’s a birthday drabble crafted just for you!
AN – Happy Birthday PBG! This is part 1 of 2 because your birthday is too special to cram all into one day!
Mesdames et messieurs, votre attention s’il vous plaît. Les passagers de la vol Air Canada 8637 arrivent à la gare vingt-quatre.
Peeta Mellark bobs up on the balls of his feet, eager to see around the crowd of tired commuters coming in on the flight from Montreal to Quebec city. Just a few more minutes and he’ll finally lay eyes on the infamous KatsEye, the best beta in the Avengers fandom.
And his best friend. Possibly the love of his life, but hey, he figures he probably should lay eyes on her in real life before he declares his undying devotion.
The crowd is thinning a bit now as the business crowd moves toward the airport doors, a sea of suits and muttered French. He checks his phone. Her text had said she was near the back of the plane. Surely she’ll be out soon.
Kat<3: I’m wearing an orange sweater.
When he looks up again, he sees her coming through the gate. Her aviator glasses are perched on her head and her hair is tied up in a side braid that spills over her shoulder onto the gorgeous coral sweater she’s wearing. It causes her olive skin to glow even though he can tell she’s not wearing a stitch of makeup.
His artistic sensibilities practically giggle at the idea that she’d consider the shade to be orange. It’s softer, more muted; kind of like a sunset at the end of a sultry summer’s day.
Summary:“We make Jungkook jealous, we make him wish that he was with you all the time.” Taehyung says, “we make you look so incredibly fun, so ridiculously unforgettable, that it feels like the world doesn’t spin without you in it. It’s easy.”
“You’re insane. See this is why we’ve never spoken before.” You say, half inclined to get up and leave now before Taehyung continues with his idea. But, your interest again, is bigger than you. “Wait, what would you even get from that?”
“It would uh—-” he begins.
“It would what?” You say, leaning in closer, close enough for him to whisper it to you.
“Oooh, Taehyung has a little crush on someone too, does he?” You tease.
That’s right, you fancied Jeon Jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. But what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?
Genre: Kim Taehyung Fluff, Angst and super mild smut suggestiveness
Words: 10.6K (10,662 words)
a/n: so it was a spur of the moment decision to write this fic, but the words college au and fake dating just seemed so perfect together that i couldn’t resist. i hope this mends any broken hearts and maybe breaks a few with the angst. lots of love, mo.
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: Sugar daddy Bucky starts to emerge in this part
You spent Friday afternoon dodging butlers, gardeners, chefs and servers who were going in and out of the house, preparing for the party that would happen later that night. Bucky went away to meet someone for business arrangements. You lounged in your bedroom, staring down and watched as the workers unfolded the amusement park before you. Shea was putting fresh towels in the bathroom.
“What are you going to wear for the party, Y/N?” She asked.
“I’m not sure,” You replied. “I’m actually not even sure if I should attend the party.”
“And why is that?” Her voice echoed in the cast bathroom.
You shrugged, “I don’t want to run into any of my coworkers and I also don’t want them to suspect anything.”
“I see,” She said. “Would you still like me to help you pick out something to wear?”
You nodded and walked towards the giant walk in closet that came with the bedroom. You had very little clothing so you only used the first floor of the closet. With Shea’s help, you agreed with a chair of worn out jeans and a shirt.
“I like it,” Shea said. “Very trendy.” She paused and placed a finger on her earpiece. “I have just received word that Mister Barnes has touched down and will arrive at any moment.”
She was right, about fifteen minutes later, the mansion gates were opened and a black SUV Cadillac rolled in. You walked out just as Bucky was climbing the steps. He smiled and pulled you in for a long lingering kiss.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” He said in his low voice. “Did you miss me?”
“Your trip war shorter than I realized it would be,” You said.
“Henry, my pilot does his job well,” He explained and looked over your head to see the commotion going on in his house. “I can see that the preparations are almost done.”
“Mister Barnes,” Ace interrupted. “Where would you like me to put the packages?”
Bucky turned to him before looking back at you, “Put them in Y/N’s room. I’m sure she’ll have a splendid time opening them all.”
You watched as three butlers grabbed two bags each and carried them into the house. Your lips parted and you turned to Bucky, he smiled at you.
“You didn’t have to do that,” You said.
“But I wanted to,” He added. “Go on, I’ll be there in a bit.”
Although you probably should have argued with him some more, you couldn’t help but be excited about the new gifts. You’ve never been given more than 5 presents in your lifetime and now you were receiving 6 at the same time. You turned on your heel and hurried up the stairs, careful not to run into servers who were rushing around with trays of wine glasses. The butlers walked past you as you entered your bedroom.
You didn’t know where to begin. You grabbed the box white box that said ‘Jimmy Choo’, you opened it and instantly fell in love with the beautiful champagne heels that sat in the box. They fit you perfectly and put the box on your bed before moving onto the next gift. You pulled out a sheer gray robe with gray fur trimming. You immediately slipped it on and felt overwhelmed. All in all, you received two new dresses another pair of shoes and a brand new Macbook.
“Do you like it?” Bucky asked.
You turned and engulfed him into a kiss, “ I love it.”
“Almost forgot one thing,” He pulled out something from behind his back. It was a velvet rectangular box. He opened it and revealed a gorgeous pearl necklace that had over twenty pearls. You took it in your hand and continued to stare at it, not believing what was before your eyes.
“It’s beautiful,” You said.
“Picked it out myself,” He smiled proudly.
“But why?” You looked at him. “Why would you get it for me?”
“You deserve to get treated like the queen that you are.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to join the party?” Bucky asked.
You shook your head and balanced the glass of liquor in your hand. “I would much rather be here with you.” You looked out the window in his study. The pandemonium was in the courtyard. Men and women jumped into the pool and acted as if they were at a carnival. They danced wherever and with whoever they desired.
You had spent the entire time in his study, talking about his business trip and upcoming ones. You slowly grew tired of watching and turned away before sitting on the velvet sofa that was in the room. You leaned back and rested the glass on the coffee table. You closed your eyes just as Ace walked in.
“Mister Barnes it’s Mister Harrison,” He said.
“He’s here? Now?” Bucky asked. You opened your eyes to see an annoyed look flash through his eyes. “Will you be alright by yourself for a few minutes?”
“Sorry, doll, it’s business,” He said and followed Ace out the door.
Within the thirty minutes that he was gone, you had ordered five drinks. By the time he walked back into the room, you were quite tipsy. He looked angry but when his eyes fell on you, they softened and he pulled you into a kiss. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and held you against his chest. He sighed and you weren’t sure if you wanted to ask him about the event that just occurred.
“Have you seen the firework show?” He asked.
“From the small window in my cottage,” You said.
“What’s the point of coming to these parties if you miss the best part?” He grabbed your hand. “Come on, I’ll give you the best view.”
He led you to a door that was hidden behind a thick curtain. Bucky opened it and revealed a dimly lit spiral staircase. He motioned for you to go up and you did, without hesitation. By the time you reached the top, your thighs were on fire. You pushed the door open and stepped onto the roof. You looked behind you, Bucky emerged from one of the many towers that were built into the palace.
Bucky pointed to the horizon. “ The show’s about to start.”
Just as the words left his mouth, fireworks erupted throughout the sky, lighting it all up. It was one after another. You walked closer to the edge, Bucky held your waist close to his body. You looked down and watched as a man dressed in a suit was moving his hands as if conducting the fireworks himself. They sparkled in the sky in dozens of brilliant colors. A smile plays on your lips as you watched the mesmerizing show of color and fire.
Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention, you looked away momentarily and saw a few of Bucky’s butlers beating the shit out of an older man. You pursed your lips and immediately looked away. You looked back into the sky just as the last of the fireworks went off. They spread across the sky in giants balls of shimmering light. You turned and pressed a kiss on Bucky as the fireworks continued to rage on behind you.
You woke up in a room that was bigger than any you’ve ever been in. The ceiling was high, the chandelier was dark, its crystals were dim. The duvet was a silky gold color. The bed was large, making you feel small and alone. You sat up. Your hair was disheveled and your shirt was on the floor. The drapes were dark and covered the probably equally tall windows. You looked around, the second floor of the bedroom had tall shelves with clothes. Each cubby was full. You pushed yourself off the bed and grabbed your sheer robe that was draped over a chair. You picked up your shirt and hurried out of the room. The train of the robe billowed behind you as you rushed through the halls. You turned a corner and crashed into Shea
“Y/N!” She exclaimed. “I was just coming to fetch you from Mister Barnes’ bedroom.”
“Holy shit,” You said aloud. “His room is huge!”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been in it,” She said and shrugged onto the next subject. “Want me to take you to your room? The house is big, it’s easy to get lost.”
You nodded meekly.
You breathed in a breath of fresh air once you stepped into your bedroom. Shea opened the balcony doors, the thin curtains flowed in from the light gust of wind that was picking up.
“Mister Barnes in waiting for you in the kitchen,” Shea said. “Now I have some errands to run.”
“Thank you, Shea,” You smiled as she left.
You changed into something more comfortable before slipping on your robe and walking down to the kitchen. Bucky looked at you and smiled. You couldn’t help but feel sick.
“Morning doll, you look beautiful,” He said.
You gave him a forced smile, “Last night, did we…?”
He furrowed his eyebrows then shook his head, “God, no. You were drunk and half conscious, I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”
You walked over to him, cupped his cheeks and stood on your toes to kiss him, “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. Not that I don’t want to do that with you,” You quickly said. “It’s just that, I down want it to be like that.” You blushed furiously as the word vomit continued to spill out of your mouth.
Bucky smiled, “I know what you mean, love.” He kissed your forehead. “I made breakfast.” He showed you the plate of French toast.
Your mouth watered as you took the plate. The smell was so strong but so good. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you wolfed down three slices of the French toast. You leaned back in your chair and took a deep breath.
“That was delicious,” You remarked.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he said.
You looked around the kitchen. The vivid memory of the butlers beating up the guy was still burning in your head. You found yourself staring off into the distance, your mind going blank as you looked at nothing in particular. You forced yourself to look away, meeting Bucky’s eyes once again.
“I spaced out for a moment there,” You regarded.
Ace walked into the room, he whispered something into Bucky’s ear. He nodded and stood up, “I need to take this.” He walked out of the room with Ace trailing behind him. Shea appeared from around the corner. You needed to get out of the house for a while.
“Shea, would you like to come with me to the store?” You asked.
Her eyes widened momentarily, “Are you sure you want me to come?”
You nodded, “Yes, we can have someone drive us.”
“Okay,” She said. “I’ll have Thomas bring a car over.”
You felt like you were suffocating. Living in Bucky’s place was great but you only ever left the house when you went out on dates. It’s time you get some fresh air and go out on your own. You needed to clear your head and Bucky will be fine if he’s alone for a while.
Adrien sighed as his kwami flew up and glued himself to the ceiling while screaming about keeping the razors away from him. What Adrien discovered was that, kwamis, need grooming, just like any other animal. Unless we are talking about snakes or lizards. But yes, cat kwamis, needed to get their fur trimmed from time to time and it was one of those times. And of course, Plagg refused to cooperate. The little shit. Adrien cracked his knuckles.
Time to be extra.
He took off, running quickly across one of his skateboard ramps, managing to get to the top without a problem. Then he jumped, getting a hold on the colorful fake rocks of his climbing wall and began to climb like the cat he was. Once he reached the top, he jumped, managing to snatch Plagg from where he was floating and landing on his bed without a trouble.
“DON’T YOU DARE TAKE MY FLOOF AWAY HUMAN, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT.”
Adrien rolled his eyes and kept Plagg in his grip, tight enough for him not to escape, but not tight enough to hurt him. He will stop whining eventually.
One trip to the Frou Frou Pet’s Paradise Styling and Spa and a personal stylist later, Plagg had no more extra fur, being washed, his fur trimmed and stylized.
“I hate you.” the kwami muttered darkly once they were back home.
“Sure, sure.” Adrien rolled his eyes while continuing his video game. Honestly, who did Plagg think he was fooling?
Meanwhile, the kwami of bad luck and destruction was admiring his green bow decorated with small crystals.
“It does make my eyes stand out nicely.” he approved under his breath, then blew himself a kiss in the mirror.
Teal silk brocaded in a pale green and metallic gold Art Nouveau floral trimmed in gold lamé bands with turquoise beads and paste jewels, sleeveless over-bodice having pleated waistband and beaded band over one shoulder to below the knee with three large beaded tassels and beaded hem band, long skirt having separate squared train falling from the waist and fur-trimmed hem